The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : Forced to Please

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : Forced to Please

Chapter two: Bared and Shared

          It was only seven thirty on a Friday evening but Lisa James was being sent to bed early! She’d already had her bath, and been thoroughly dried by her Mistress, before being made to put her pyjamas on. Pyjamas, which, it has to be said, being covered in cute fluffy “bunnies”, were more suited to a seven year old girl than a fully developed twenty seven year old woman. Her face was bright red, well crimson really! Standing in Mrs Henderson’s kitchen with the childish pyjama trousers around her ankles, and the jacket held up underneath her chin, would have been embarrassing enough in itself…but to make things a hundred times worse she was being forced to expose her totally hairless pussy, and erect nipples, not only to her landlady, but also to two of the older woman’s “special” friends, Mrs King and her daughter Alison. They’d met Jean Henderson’s lodger on several previous occasions…and they were occasions that Lisa really wanted to forget!

          When she’d heard their voices in the hallway she’d immediately started to shiver with dread, her mind filling with awful memories, memories that made her face burn with shame. Now she was cringing inside as they discussed her disgusting behaviour when she and Mrs Henderson had had dinner with sixteen year old David Langley earlier in the week. Her face glowed hotly as the three women, but particularly Alison, looked with undisguised interest at the totally exposed charms being displayed directly in front of them. As soon as she’d been instructed to pull the horrid pyjama trousers down her nipples had started to harden, but once she’d been curtly ordered to lift the pyjama jacket and show them her boobs the sensitive tips had immediately stiffened and grown darker. Now they were poking straight out towards her seated audience and tingling uncomfortably. Alison sniggered and stared directly into Lisa’s eyes. Her condescending look and the amused smile playing across her lips filled Lisa with shame, as did the fact that Alison was very similar in age to herself. Having to obey someone of the same age, or even worse, someone younger, always intensified the humiliation she felt. The fresh rush of embarrassment increased the throbbing in her quickly engorging clitoral knob, which in turn caused a wave of sticky wetness to flood her pussy.

          “Has she put on weight since the last time we saw her,” asked the grinning girl as she stared at the delicate vaginal lips that were peeking out from the tightly closed vulval slit. Lisa’s cheeks burned hotly as she felt the prying eyes inspecting her private folds and creases.

          “The little slut encouraged him to do what?” said Mrs King, her voice full of mock disbelief. The expression on Lisa’s face was one of pure embarrassment. She writhed on the spot as the giggling women continued their cruel teasing. 

          “She actually allowed the boy to put it up her bottom? Disgusting, quite disgusting!” Lisa tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. At the same time she was horribly aware of the growing wetness between her legs. What was the matter with her for goodness sake? Their beastly taunting was making her pussy throb! Nnnnnnnooooooooo! In fact the more they described what she’d been made to do by the horrid boy the more aroused she was becoming! She was so ashamed of her reactions but simply couldn’t help herself! And it was so unfair, so totally unfair. She hadn’t encouraged the boy at all. He’d had the awful hairbrush!  And Mrs H was the one that had given it to him in the first place. And she’d had to do as she was told even though she thought she’d die of embarrassment! It had been terrible, one of the most mortifyingly shameful nights of her life!   

          “And she let him use his fingers first?”

          “Oh yes, and then apparently he penetrated her vaginally before using her anus. According to the boy she loved every minute of it, well especially if the mess she’d made of herself was anything to go by! It was everywhere!” They all watched Lisa’s face as her blushing grew darker and darker and giggled happily each time she was brave enough to glance nervously up into their smiling faces.

          “So has she been punished for her appalling behaviour?”

          “To be honest I haven’t really had the time. It’s just been so busy but this weekend she’ll be thoroughly attended to. She’s going to be taught a few lessons she’ll hopefully never forget!” They all laughed at the piteous whimper that Lisa wasn’t able to stop escaping from her mouth.

          “As I said Jean I’m only sorry we haven’t got the time to stay and help you deal with her now,” said Mrs King, with definite regret in her voice.

          “If we’d only realised she was due to be disciplined we could have cancelled our tickets for the show. But anyway, the reason we called was to ask if we could borrow her for another party? Alison’s arranged it. Everyone was asking if we could do it again because they all enjoyed the last one so much.” Mrs Henderson chuckled at the look of complete panic that her red-faced lodger suddenly gave her.

          “Yes of course, that’s a lovely idea. Will it be exactly the same as last time?”

          “Well no actually. To make it a bit more interesting Alison’s invited a few male friends along as well.” They all laughed again at the look of absolute horror on Lisa’s very red face.

          Alison stood up, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

          “Jean, would it be alright if I put her to bed? We’ve got half an hour before we need to leave.” Lisa’s pleading look was totally ignored by her cold-faced landlady.

          “But of course and don’t be afraid to warm her bottom if she gives you any trouble,” replied Mrs Henderson. With that the smirking girl manhandled Lisa across the kitchen and out into the hallway. Much to the amusement of the two older women Lisa wasn’t given permission to drop her hands or pull up her pyjama trousers so she stumbled awkwardly in front of her tormentor with her big boobs wobbling and swaying in all directions.

          “By the sounds of it you’ve been a very dirty little girl,” said Alison contemptuously, as she secured each of the mittens around Lisa’s wrists.

          “Encouraging a young boy to stick his penis up your bottom; it’s quite disgusting!” She smiled, enjoying the other girl’s shame enormously. Whenever Mrs Henderson wanted to ensure that her lodger didn’t touch herself “inappropriately” during the night, Lisa was forced to wear a pair of thin leather mittens. Made from old and very dry suede, they never failed to reveal the evidence of any nocturnal “explorations” of her private parts that she’d been foolish enough to make; foolish because once the evidence was discovered the following morning, which it inevitably was, her rear cheeks were subjected to a prolonged and excruciatingly painful thrashing. Several times a week however the temptation to touch herself was overpoweringly intense. Not surprising considering the fact that on those occasions, just before being sent to bed, she’d been teased to the very edge of orgasm numerous times and purposely denied any release. Laid there, with her swollen clitoris pulsing and throbbing, the urge to satisfy herself usually proved impossible to resist.  

          “I bet you’d like to make yourself come while you think about sucking his stiff cock, mmmm? You naughty girl!” Alison’s cruel laughter filled the little bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Lisa forwards by her hips before quickly unbuttoning the pyjama jacket and pulling it off over the girl’s trembling shoulders.  

          “Hands on your head.” Lisa complied as the pyjama trousers were pulled down and slipped off her feet. Now totally naked she stood in front of Mrs King’s chuckling daughter with her big boobs jutting straight out and her pussy throbbing wetly. After being made to turn sideways she was ordered to spread her legs. 

          “Now then,” said the girl softly, as with one hand she moulded and squeezed each of the heavy breasts in turn whilst her other hand slid over the generous cheeks of the defenceless bottom, “tell me exactly what happened.” Lisa knew she had to. Had to do exactly as she was told, had to tell her young “Mistress” everything…but it was sooooooo embarrassing!

          As she tried to focus on describing the awful events of that evening, the thirty minutes she’d spent alone with the horrid teenager in his bedroom, Lisa was consumed with shame. Besides having to recollect the awful memories she was also acutely aware of Alison’s hand which had slid slowly down and was now cupping the smooth mound of her shaven pussy. Having to stand with her legs apart allowed the other girl easy access to her vaginal slit. She suddenly gasped as the insistent fingers slipped between her delicate lips and then jerked as her swollen clitoral bud was squeezed painfully between a thumb and forefinger.

          “Aaaaaaaaah! Please Miss please it hurts!”

          “I’m waiting,” said Alison King sternly. Lisa’s face burned and she tried to speak but the humiliation was overpowering.

          “SMACK! SLAP!”

          “OwwwwwwOwwwwww!” blubbered Lisa as she squirmed her hips to try and alleviate the sudden stinging in her bum cheeks.

          Stuttering and writhing with embarrassment she reluctantly told her sniggering tormentor everything. How the ghastly boy had spanked her, how he’d fingered her holes, how he’d fucked her and then used the hairbrush before finally buggering her poor bumhole. And throughout the telling of her story the incessant teasing of her throbbing clitoris continued. Several times she was forced to describe the most shameful moments again as her sensitive vaginal tunnel was roughly penetrated. She could feel her pussy oozing with excitement but each time her hips started to jerk greedily and her groaning became more urgent the delicious stimulation would immediately cease…and seconds later she totally forgot the pleasure as Alison King spanked the rolling buttocks with as much force as she could manage. It proved a very long half an hour for Lisa, at the end of which her hot bottom was performing a lewd bump and grind and tears were running unchecked down her cheeks. Alison on the other hand had enjoyed herself a great deal. Sexually abusing the girl always proved to be enormous fun and she found that it made her own pussy tingle with pleasure. Since being introduced to Lisa by Mrs Henderson, and hearing of their unusual relationship, she’d been surprised by the newly discovered darker side of her own nature; eagerly taking every offered opportunity to control and dominate her submissive contemporary. Lisa gurgled in dismay when her tormentor pulled the tight pyjama trousers forcefully back up her legs, ensuring that the central seam parted the now very sticky vulval folds and making the swollen vagina bulge to form a perfect “camel toe”. Alison giggled as she looked at the results of her efforts.

          “That should give you something to think about you dirty girl and don’t you dare start touching yourself as soon as I’ve gone!”

          After the smiling girl had given the generous breasts a final squeeze she re-buttoned the little pyjama jacket. Grinning at Lisa’s beetroot red face Alison curtly told her to climb between the sheets before closing the bedroom door as she left. Laying perfectly still Lisa listened to the muffled voices coming from downstairs as Mrs King and her daughter made their farewells. Then she heard the front door close and a few minutes later the television came on. Alone in the gradually darkening room she tried to concentrate on work, the weather, the news, anything to keep her mind from dwelling on what had just happened. But it didn’t help and she was soon trembling with need as rude thoughts tumbled through her head, the urge to touch her throbbing pussy and make herself come almost overwhelming in its’ intensity.

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          The following morning Lisa’s face blushed hotly when Mrs Henderson discovered the soaking gusset of the pyjama trousers but amazingly the mittens were perfectly dry; no evidence of her lodger satisfying herself during the night was revealed so the girl escaped what would have been a very painful strapping. She did however have to endure a prolonged enema session, waiting in the bathroom whilst her Mistress went downstairs and set the coffee machine going. By the time her landlady returned Lisa was bent double and groaning with discomfort as the cramping from her full bowels grew steadily worse.

          “Well you need to be properly clean. I have no idea what Holly has planned for your bottom today!” said the older woman, laughing gaily as she felt the writhing girl’s swollen belly.

          After being showered and dried Lisa was marched down the stairs, totally naked, and forced to sit at the kitchen table and eat her breakfast. She was acutely aware of her nudity, her stiff nipples tingling in the cool air and her big boobs swaying as she ate. Unfortunately she knew what was about to happen, it had become a fairly regular Saturday morning occurrence, and her anxiety was growing with each passing minute. Mrs Henderson smiled at her plaything’s increasing agitation.

          “For goodness sake sit still you silly girl!” she said, as someone suddenly knocked on the back door. Lisa looked up with panic in her eyes.

          “Well see who it is!” the older woman snapped.

          Over the past few weeks, when they’d been at home on a Saturday morning, Mrs Henderson had found a new way of mentally tormenting her submissive lodger. It was very simple really, but also very effective…Lisa had been forced to greet any callers and invite them in, having first been given strict instructions not to attempt to cover any of her physical attributes. Standing there in the nude, with everything fully exposed whilst the milkman, postman or whoever, ran their eyes over her curves made her feel sick with embarrassment; but she had to endure their leers, she had no choice. Two particular instances, which she so wanted to forget but couldn’t, stood out in her mind…on the first occasion she’d just been punished for touching herself so her face was wet with tears and her bottom burning when she went to the door. After she’d let the grinning milkman in Mrs Henderson had made her bend over and grab her ankles so that he could see exactly how she’d been dealt with. They’d both laughed and discussed her behaviour for several minutes whilst she’d sobbed with both humiliation and pain. But the second time was the worst; only seven days ago in fact…the knock on the door had come just as she’d been told to bend over the kitchen table in readiness for a strapping. Gregg, their young postman, had watched with undisguised interest as the punishment was carried out. Mrs Henderson had ensured that the strap cracked down with real venom and soon Lisa had been writhing and squirming all over the table top; her legs and bum cheeks opening wide and revealing all of her secrets as she’d tried to escape the stinging leather. After it was over she lay there sobbing with her scarlet buttocks spread apart and the wet slit of her pussy fully on show. It had hurt so much that she didn’t actually care what he could see! Luckily up to now, Mrs Henderson hadn’t invited any of their early morning callers to physically examine her trembling lodger, but Lisa knew it was only a matter of time before her smiling Mistress offered one of them the chance!

          When Lisa opened the door her face bloomed with heat. It was Gregg again! Noooooooo! Only a week ago he’d watched as she’d been given the strap, and he’d seen both her pussy and her bumhole! She shivered as the shameful memory filled her head.

          “Hello Sir,” she said quietly as he stepped eagerly inside.

          “Pour our guest a cup of coffee young lady,” said Mrs Henderson, “and you can refill mine at the same time.” Horribly aware of the postman’s eyes following her every move Lisa did as she was told. Once the cups were safely placed on the table she was ordered to stand in front of them and put her hands on her head. Her cheeks were scarlet as her firm boobs jutted out and her nipples pointed stiffly towards their smiling faces. She squirmed and squeezed her thighs together when his gaze dropped to her hairless mound.

          “As you can see Gregg her bottom hasn’t needed any attention this morning. She managed to behave yesterday evening and not touch herself, which was a bit of a surprise I must admit. Usually I find that she’s had her fingers up herself half the night!” They both laughed as the redness colouring Lisa’s face grew darker. She kept her eyes firmly fixed to the floor.

          “I’ve no doubt she’s enjoying showing herself off to you like this. She’s quiet shameless where her body’s concerned. Well as you saw last week she was more than happy to expose her anus and vagina to you, that’s why I need to keep her under such firm control.” She paused and took a sip of her coffee.

          “But she doesn’t learn. The only thing she really seems to take any notice of is a damn good spanking, especially if it’s carried out in front of someone else.” Lisa gave a little moan as the dreadful humiliation continued. She wanted to cover herself up so so much! Wanted to escape their staring eyes, but there wouldn’t be any escape, she knew that. Having to stand in front of them totally bare was truly awful…but she could feel her pussy getting wetter! Noooooo! Please No! She looked up with horror in her eyes when she heard what her grinning landlady said next.

          “I know you’ve only got a few minutes but would you like to inspect her before you go? Having to stand perfectly still whilst she’s being touched is always an excellent lesson in obedience. And be as thorough as you like she won’t mind, will you you little slut?” Lisa didn’t answer. She felt so ashamed that she couldn’t even think straight, never mind speak!

          “Well what do you say girl?” asked the older woman sharply. Choking back tears Lisa managed to stammer;

          “W…w…w…would you like to…to…examine me Sir?” It was almost a whisper.

          The arrogant look in his eyes as he reached out and cupped her gently wobbling breasts made Lisa’s face immediately turn a deeper shade of scarlet. Powerless to stop him doing whatever he pleased she closed her eyes and whimpered helplessly as his eager fingers closed on her nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive tips until they stood out like red thorns.

          “Look at me girl,” said Mrs Henderson sharply. From then on the older woman held Lisa’s gaze as she was rudely fondled and fingered by their smirking guest. As the male hands roved unhurriedly across her smooth skin, caressing and exploring every curve and intimate crease, Lisa’s facial expression reflected panic and shame in equal measure. Each outrageous intrusion from the searching digits caused a sudden widening of her eyes and an anxious whinny of dismay…and throughout she was forced to look into her landlady’s smiling face. As Jean Henderson watched she saw every delicious moment of her toys humiliation, every cringe of embarrassment, every additional surge of shame, it was all clearly revealed in the tear-filled eyes. Lisa gnawed nervously on her bottom lip and gasped when the fingers delved between her buttocks, her face flaming again and again as they teased her anal opening before slipping forwards and parting her delicate vaginal folds. And when her holes, both front and back, were finally penetrated for his entertainment she gurgled and groaned urgently, rising up onto her toes as her hips rolled wantonly from side to side. Not being allowed to look away from her Mistress’s grinning face increased Lisa’s feelings of humiliation to such an extent that she thought she might faint, and as the horribly inappropriate groping continued her forlorn sobs grew steadily more wretched.

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          With each passing mile Lisa’s unease was growing. It wouldn’t be long before they’d be arriving at Holly’s house. She had no doubt that once under her young niece’s control she’d be forced to do the most awful things, embarrassing things, and her mind was still spinning from the terribly shameful probing of her private parts that she’d endured only an hour earlier. So she sat quietly in the front seat of Mrs Henderson’s car trying to keep her nerves under control and trying to forget the final indignities that she’d been subjected to…being forced to kiss the horrid postman whilst he’d slid his fingers back and forth in her soaking wet pussy had released all of her pent-up frustrations and sent her straight over the edge…she’d lost all control, jerking on the teasing digits as the waves of the orgasm flooded through her belly. At the same time her hands had dropped from her head and she’d clung to him desperately, instantly aware of the erect cock digging into her stomach, gasping and sucking on his tongue as the glorious sensations consumed her. She was so so ashamed, mortified by her incredibly rude reactions, but she’d been so horny…she just couldn’t help herself! And then whilst she’d had to stand totally naked in front of them once more Mrs Henderson and their chuckling guest had said their goodbyes, but not before the older woman had berated her for her lewd behaviour and not before she’d asked the stunned postman if he’d like to visit again, maybe one evening, when he wouldn’t need to be so rushed! The dreadful invitation had immediately made Lisa’s mind start to crawl with awful possibilities.

          “Here we are,” said Mrs Henderson brightly as they turned into a cul-de-sac and she pulled the car gently up to the kerb.

          The detached house had a typical 1950’s look and was exactly the same as the ones that sat on either side of it. Each had a small, but very neat, front garden and a garage. Lisa knew that it’d belonged to Holly’s grandmother before she’d died, and that Holly was living there until she’d finished her degree. It certainly looked a cut above the quality of accommodation that most students would be used to. The cul-de-sac itself seemed very quiet, there was no-one about, which was a huge relief for Lisa as she climbed nervously from the car. Mrs Henderson had made her wear her hateful school uniform. It always made her feel horribly ill-at-ease, but of course that was precisely the idea. The older woman smiled knowingly as she noticed her lodger glancing anxiously at the surrounding houses whilst at the same time tugging self consciously at the hem of the grey pleated skirt. It was ridiculously short, so short in fact that if the girl did anything but walk slowly it wasn’t just her smooth thighs that would be on show! Jean Henderson chuckled at the worried look on the girl’s face. Besides the risk of revealing her bottom, and even the bulge of her vagina, Lisa was also acutely aware of her boobs as they wobbled and swayed inside her blouse. Each movement made her already hard nipples tingle as they rubbed against the white cotton. The engorged tips were easily visible through the thin material, and whenever the heavy globes shuddered to a halt two very obvious dark points immediately drew the eye. Grey knee socks and a striped school tie finished the uniform perfectly.

          “I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning young lady and you’d better have behaved yourself, or you’ll be sorry! I want no reports of you being disobedient do you hear?” Lisa nodded unhappily. Once the boot was open she reached inside and lifted out her overnight bag, together with the awful school blazer. She had no idea what Mrs Henderson had packed for her but knew from bitter experience that whatever it was, she wasn’t going to like it.

          The door opened as soon as they knocked. Holly was obviously very excited to see them. Her face was pink and she couldn’t stop smiling.

          “Hello Jean,” she said enthusiastically, giving her a peck on the cheek, before turning quickly towards her clearly embarrassed Aunt.

          “And have you been behaving yourself young lady?” Lisa didn’t say anything as they both stared at her.

          “I’m afraid Holly that she hasn’t,” said Mrs Henderson sharply. “She allowed a sixteen year old boy to do exactly as he pleased to her last week. And even this morning she showed our Postman everything she’s got.” Lisa’s face grew hotter as the older woman gleefully described to the grinning teenager what had happened.

          “Does she have any knickers on now?” asked Holly. Jean Henderson nodded.

          “Lift your skirt up and show your Mistress what you’re wearing.” Lisa put the overnight bag down and did as she was told.

          “Well move back girl we can’t see anything with you that close.” Lisa looked worriedly around at the road and at the house windows that seemed to be staring down at her from every side before taking two short steps backwards onto the front lawn. Swallowing anxiously she lifted the front of the short skirt right up so that they could see her underwear. Oh God anyone could be watching.

          “Mmmmm,” said Holly and giggled, “I bet those are probably her favourites. Well are they girl?” She couldn’t help but smile when her Aunt shook her head and her cheeks bloomed with heat. The tiny knickers were very tight making the hairless mound of Lisa’s pussy bulge rudely forwards between her thighs and were also totally transparent. Through the thin covering it was possible to see every intimate detail of the underlying vaginal anatomy.

          “Turn around.” Lisa did as she was told lifting the skirt so that they could see her bottom, the last thing she wanted to do was give Holly an excuse to punish her. Just before Mrs Henderson left she handed Holly an envelope. Lisa noticed the smile that passed between them and it worried her enormously…

          As soon as the door was closed Holly eagerly ushered the older woman into the hallway and curtly ordered her up the stairs. Once inside, what was evidently her niece’s bedroom, Lisa was told to “stop slouching and stand up straight”. Trembling uncontrollably she did as she was told, her generous breasts jutting out and her hard nipples pressing insistently against the front of her blouse. Having to submit to the younger girl was so so embarrassing but she had to do as she was told, had to be good, had to obey… 

          “Right,” said Holly breathlessly, as she sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at her red-faced Auntie, “let’s see what Jean’s sent for you.” Lisa watched with growing dread as the giggling girl unzipped the bag and spread the contents out on the top of her quilt.

          “Ooooh lovely!” she said with a snigger as she held up the dreadful party dress. Lisa wanted to curl up and die. She hated the stupid thing with a vengeance. The powder blue satin monstrosity was cinched in at the waist by a big bow and its’ frilly edge stuck out, held up by several layers of taffeta. It was the sort of dress that an eight year old would wear to her first party, but in this case it had been very carefully altered to accentuate and display the generous physical attributes of its’ 27 year old “owner”. It left Lisa’s thighs, both front and back, totally exposed, the hem only just covering the lower curves of her bum cheeks, besides which the flimsy material barely contained the soft curves of her breasts. If she leant over, even slightly, they threatened to spill out and reveal her pink nipples to anyone present. She shuddered as a pair of blue ankle socks with little bows and a pair of patent leather shoes followed. A towel and selection of toiletries were next but then Lisa’s face fell even more and she swallowed apprehensively as her niece held up two items for her to see. One was a thick leather strap, which caused a nervous involuntary twitching of her buttocks, and the other a large black dildo. It was a good nine inches long and fairly thick with a bulbous head. On its’ base was a suction cup. Holly slapped it playfully against her palm and grinned, her eyes glittering with excitement. 

          “I bet you’re going to feel this when it’s all the way in!” She burst into laughter at the look of absolute horror on her Aunt’s face.

          “Oooooh! And look at these!” The little metal clips and attached chains sparkled as they dangled in the light. Finally the smiling girl raised her eyebrows as she pulled, what she realised, was an elongated anal plug from the bottom of the bag. It was moulded from four rubber spheres fused onto a central stem, the final one, with a similar diameter to a ping pong ball, sitting just above its’ flared base. Holly’s smirking face did nothing to alleviate Lisa’s rapidly increasing unease.

          “There’s nothing else for you to wear, no knickers or anything…so goodness knows what we’ll do tomorrow morning?” She grinned happily at the trembling woman’s very red face.

          “Lift your skirt.” Reluctantly Lisa did as she was told revealing the see-through underwear once more.

          “So Jean tells me you’ve been showing yourself off again, mmmmm? Been letting a boy touch you, even your bumhole! And you let him put his thing inside it, you dirty girl!” Lisa’s face burned scarlet at the patronizing tone that her young niece used, being spoken to as if she was a child was just so humiliating. Her face glowed with embarrassment as the girl looked directly into her eyes.

          “When was the last time you had your bottom properly attended to?”

          “Last Friday night Miss,” she managed to whisper.

          “So you haven’t been punished for your disgusting behaviour with that boy yet?”

          “No Miss.”

          “Mmmmm,” she said, looking at her watch, “we haven’t got long but I think there’s time for me to have a look at you before we go, I know you’re dying to show me how wet your pussy is…”

          “Stand still!” snapped Holly threateningly as she squeezed the pendulous globes firmly. Lisa was naked and had her hands firmly clasped together behind her neck. Bending forwards as far as she could meant that her unprotected boobs were hanging down allowing her niece complete freedom to squeeze and mould the soft flesh as she pleased. She couldn’t help gasping and squirming when her sensitive and very hard nipples were cruelly pinched and pulled.

          “These are as hard as rock you naughty girl, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Holly’s soft laughter filled the room as her Aunt’s face flamed with heat once more. Whilst one hand continued to cup and weigh each of the heavy breasts in turn the other slid confidently along Lisa’s side before slipping down over the curve of her bottom. A small squeak of alarm accompanied the intimate invasion that quickly followed as the insistent digits delved between the soft buttocks. Lisa suddenly mewled and whinnied, her hips rolling and jerking as the fingers parted the private folds between her legs.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnnnn! Ooooooooooooh Oh God!” she panted as her slippery vaginal tunnel was roughly penetrated. Holly was enjoying herself immensely. Having her Aunt to toy with again was such fun! She forced her fingers in and out of the helpless pussy more forcefully whilst at the same time taking a firmer grip on the globe of soft flesh filling her hand.

          “Aaaaah! Miss it hurts please stop!” gasped Lisa as her throbbing breast was squeezed painfully, but her moaning grew louder and she couldn’t stop her hips thrusting backwards and forwards as the delicious fingering also continued.

          “Such a little slut aren’t you,” murmured Holly lustily as her own pussy throbbed and tingled with excitement. A moment later and Lisa found herself face down across her niece’s lap writhing and begging as firm slaps rained down on her defenceless bottom.

          “Keep still and stop making such a fuss, you’re not a five year old!” said the younger girl crossly as her hand stung each of the wobbling cheeks in turn.

          “And don’t worry I’ll be dealing with you properly tonight!” The spanking lasted for only a few minutes and wasn’t very severe but Lisa’s bum was burning and tears had begun to prick the corners of her eyes by the time it was over, not because of the heat in her buttocks, but because of the intense shame she was feeling. The humiliation of being spanked like a little girl by her young niece was so horrid that it made her head swim.

          “Now get dressed and hurry up!” snapped Holly as she pushed her trembling Auntie to her feet. For a few moments the smiling girl squeezed her thighs together bathing in the wonderfully rude sensations that emanated from the tingling crease between her legs, later she’d make sure that her Aunt’s tongue was put to good use! The thought made her shiver.

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          The drive into the centre of town had filled Lisa with dread but once out of the car she felt much, much worse! Holly had immediately grabbed her hand, drawing her off balance and started pulling her along the street. Red faced she’d found herself trying to keep up as they made their way down the busy pavement. Being a Saturday lunchtime there were people everywhere. Sly smiles, bursts of laughter and “witty” comments accompanied their route through the milling shoppers...although the comments certainly didn’t strike Lisa as witty! She wanted to run away, run away and hide, hide herself from the grinning faces but there was no escape from the numerous eyes that constantly examined her barely concealed curves.

          As they rushed along her boobs bounced uncontrollably beneath the thin blouse, the blazer gaping open with every few steps, each time treating the passing strangers to a perfect view of her erect nipples…but it was her short skirt that was causing her the most concern. With one hand firmly clasped by Holly she tried desperately to keep the hem of the skirt pulled down at the back with the other, but it wasn’t working. She blushed hotly as her almost bare bum cheeks rolled and wobbled, horribly aware that the skirt kept riding up her thighs exposing her bottom to the people around her. It was still warm from the brief spanking so she knew it would be pink and they’d see! To make matters worse Holly “told her off” continuously, the steady stream of reprimands as she was pulled along the street making her feel like a naughty child…

          “Come along young lady, you’re going to make us late!”

          “If we’re late you’ll be sorry my girl!”

          “Do you want to have your bottom smacked? Well do you?”

          “Just wait till I get you home!” After only a few minutes, and much to Lisa’s relief, they turned off the main thoroughfare and headed down an almost deserted side street. Once stood in a shop doorway Holly looked at her crimson cheeked Aunt and couldn’t stop herself convulsing with laughter.

          “Oh my God that was so funny!” She clasped her sides and giggled uncontrollably as Lisa’s face burned with embarrassment.

          It was only when Holly tapped on the glass panel of the door that they were standing in front of that Lisa became aware of their surroundings. The shop frontage had an old fashioned style, probably circa 1950’s, and obviously, from the look of the window display, specialised in women’s shoes. Made from dark stained and highly polished wood the huge door and its’ frame were dotted with large brass fittings. A sign was hanging in the window that stated, “Closed for Stocktaking”, printed in old style decorative capital letters. Lisa jumped when a boyish smiling face suddenly appeared behind the glass.

          Once they were standing inside the shop the grinning youth and Holly embraced enthusiastically for a few moments before they both turned their attention towards Lisa. Luke Holman was exactly the same age as Holly. They’d known each other for several years, having first been introduced by his sister, and found that they got on amazingly well, both having the same sense of humour and mischievous sense of fun. After one particularly long night out they’d ended up sleeping together but had immediately realised it was a mistake. Their friendship was much too important to both of them to risk, just for the sake of a quick fumble. But it had made the bond between them much more intimate and since then they’d shared the details of the relationships they’d each had, so Luke was well aware of the amazing situation that Holly was now sharing with her submissive Aunt. His cock hardened as he stared at the outrageously dressed, and obviously extremely embarrassed, woman that was standing in front of him. Holly grinned at the expression of both disbelief and excitement covering her friend’s face.

          “Told you,” she said with a sharp laugh before snapping at her Aunt.

          “Well introduce yourself girl.” Luke watched intently as the older woman’s face flushed with heat as she was forced to address him. He couldn’t stop himself sniggering.

          “H…Hello Sir,” she said timidly, “I’m Lisa, Lisa James.” The arrogant look in the boy’s twinkling eyes made Lisa tremble not only with shame but also with a horribly perturbing sense of anticipation. 

          The interior of the shop formed an L shape. Luckily for Lisa the fitting room, with its’ stools and chairs, was at right angles to the main display area, which contained the shoe racks and shelves, and was therefore hidden from the view of anyone staring through the windows from the street. It was in this fitting area that she found herself standing a few moments later, her blazer removed and her hands firmly planted on the top her head. She squirmed as the smirking teenager’s eyes travelled leisurely up and down her helpless front, stopping to study her bulging boobs and rudely stiffened nipples before dropping to carefully examine the softness of her almost totally exposed thighs. Having her hands on the top of her head meant that the hem of the short skirt was lifted indecently high and knowing that any sudden movement would allow him to see the panty-clad bulge of her pussy did nothing to alleviate her already heightened sense of anxiety. Her face continued to blush furiously.

          “Mrs H gave me a hundred and eighty. Hopefully that’ll be enough?” Holly grinned at the cruel smile that Luke gave her as she handed him the envelope. Lisa sighed. At least she now knew what the envelope had been all about. Holly was feeling incredibly exhilarated, she could hardly contain her excitement! This was the first time that she’d been in “total” control of her Aunt! She could make her do anything that she wanted! Anything! Oh God it was so cool! She looked at Lisa whose face was bright red, not surprising really, and noticed that she was shaking like a leaf. She could see that the woman’s stiff nipples were trembling as they pressed against the front of her shirt, her big boobs wobbling nervously as she tried to stand still. Luke’s face was an absolute picture. She grinned happily. This was just so cool! If she told her Aunt Luke was going to fuck her, she’d have to let him do it! Just like that! The power was amazing! She could even tell her that the boy was going to fuck her up the bum! Oh My God! It was all so surreal. Curiously she’d never really known that she possessed such a cruel streak! She gnawed excitedly at her lip as incredibly naughty sensations skittered between her legs.

          As her foot was being measured Lisa was acutely aware of what the youth could see. Having to sit with one foot raised and placed on the stool meant that she’d had to hitch the skirt up, almost to her hips, so as he sat in front of her she knew he was getting a perfect view up the insides of her thighs. Her face burned as he grinned and blatantly stared at the bulge her pussy was making in the tight translucent panties. Pushing forwards like a ripe peach, every detail of her slit and it’s lips were fully visible to his horrible twinkling eyes. And because it wasn’t possible to hide the private space between her legs she had no choice but to sit and let the shame wash over her whilst her clitoris continued to throb relentlessly. What the hell was the matter with her! Why did these terrible situations always turn her on!  She blushed as her giggling niece continued to whisper improper remarks in her ear,

          “You know what you’re showing him don’t you?”

          “I bet you’d love to feel his fingers inside your hole wouldn’t you?”

          “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, you little tart.”

          “Is your pussy all wet and sticky, well is it mmmmm?”

          The second pair of stilettos that Luke produced exactly matched the style that Mrs Henderson had described to Holly. They were shoes that any girl would have loved to own. Made from superb quality black leather they had a five inch heel and very finely tooled details. When they were slipped onto Lisa’s feet they fitted them like a glove.

          “Are they comfortable?” he asked.

          “Yes Sir,” she replied very quietly, her face burning again at the look of amusement that flickered across his face.

          “She needs to walk in them,” he said to Holly.

          “Well young lady you heard what the gentleman said!” snapped Holly, unable to stop the huge grin that spread across her face. Lisa continued to blush hotly as she was forced to parade back and forth in front of the pair of them, her boobs wobbling and swaying delightfully with every step. They sat and watched, whilst talking quietly, and both of them appeared to be enjoying themselves enormously, which only added to Lisa’s growing sense of apprehension.

          “It certainly looks like she’s got a big pair of tits!” the youth suddenly said loudly. His crude language and their sudden laughter made Lisa cringe inside.

          “Oh yes and she loves showing then to people, probably dying to get them out at this moment!” Holly giggled at the pleading look that her Aunt directed towards her.

          “Come here girl,” she said sternly. Lisa did as she was told and came and stood submissively in front of where they were sitting.

          “Would you like the gentleman to have a proper look at you?” Holly asked sweetly. Her Auntie’s bright red face and the frantic shaking of her head made the pair of them chuckle.

          “Well it doesn’t matter whether you’d like it or not, you’re going to do as you’re told. Get that blouse and skirt off and hurry up about it!” The threatening tone filled Lisa with dread...she knew she had to, had to do as she was told. Nooooooooooo! It was going to happen again, she was going to have to undress in front of this horrid boy! It was just soooo humiliating. There was a moments’ silence during which a look of pure dismay appeared on Lisa’s face and her cheeks produced an even darker red flush.

          “P…P…Please Miss,” she whispered in a pitiful voice, as she kept her eyes glued to the floor, “d…d…don’t make me.” Holly and the boy both laughed, delighting in the helpless woman’s distress. She obviously didn’t want to take her clothes off in front of them, unsurprisingly, which only added to the fun!

          “You’re already in plenty of trouble my girl,” said Holly introducing an even angrier edge to her voice, “you’ll be getting that fat arse of your dealt with later but we can give it some attention now if you’d like, I’m sure Luke here would love to give you a damn good spanking.” The threat drew a sudden anxious glance from the shaking woman and a slight gasp before she reluctantly reached for the front of the blouse.

          Unable to stop herself she started to sob, the awful shame beginning to overwhelm her as with trembling fingers she clumsily unfastened the buttons. The youth’s grinning face loomed at the edge of her vision as the flimsy blouse opened revealing her quivering globes to his interested eyes. Once out in the air her nipples immediately stiffened more, if that were possible, poking straight out as the smirking youngsters continued to watch.

          “Nice tits!” he said laughing. The skirt undid easily leaving Lisa standing in just her tiny knickers and the exquisite high heels. Before she could cover herself her niece curtly told her to place her hands on her head.

          “Let Luke have a good look at you,” she said. Grinning happily the pair talked quietly as they took it in turns to order the almost nude woman to adopt different poses. The various positions allowed them to easily examine her from every angle. Her big boobs swayed and hung down as she was made to twist and bend and stretch, the engorged tips jutting in all directions as she moved.

          “Do you want to take her knickers down?” His huge smile and affirming nod made Lisa’s face burn. Holly turned to her Auntie.

          “Well what do you say young lady?” Struggling to control her shaking and swallowing noisily as the awful shame consumed her Lisa did her best to do as she was told.

          “Would you please take my kn…kn…knickers down S…Sir!” she managed to say in a squeaky voice which made them both chuckle once again.

          Lisa felt the dreadful humiliation becoming more intense. The youth’s gentle laughter made her want to cry as he calmly leant forwards and reached out. Horribly she couldn’t stop her hips squirming as his fingers hooked into the waistband of the tiny knickers. And in doing so she, quite literally, shook her boobs in his face, her hard nipples jiggling up and down only inches from his nose. Being tight the knickers clung to her curves so the boy had to give them a more forceful tug before he could slip them all the way down her legs. Now totally naked Lisa stood in front of them with her face ablaze as they both looked with obvious interest at her hairless mound. She kept her thighs firmly pressed together in a desperate final effort at hiding her pussy from their prying eyes, she knew it was useless but there was nothing else she could do!

          “Let’s have you walking again girl.” Drowning in a sea of embarrassment Lisa forced herself to again do as she was told, taking one shaky step after another and knowing that they could see every detail of her vaginal lips as her thighs whispered gently one against the other. She could feel the tell tale wetness gathered there, threatening to ooze out at any moment! Ohhhhhhh Noooooooooooooo! Holly, but particularly Luke, had to admit that the nude woman parading up and down in front of them looked absolutely amazing. His cock throbbed as he watched the full breasts wobbling and juddering as she walked and her bum cheeks swaying saucily from side to side with every self-conscious step. Her face was beetroot red, the magnificent shoes forcing her to adopt a wonderfully provocative posture; the five inch heels making her stand almost on the tips of her toes. She was having to tilt her pelvis to maintain her balance, which in turn was causing the mound of her pussy to thrust forwards giving her smiling audience a clear view of its’ central crease and delicate labial folds. In addition the muscles in her calves, thighs and stomach were clearly defined contrasting perfectly with the soft curves of her breasts and bottom. In short she looked like any males ultimate wet dream, well Luke thought so anyway!              

                    

          “Oh dear we’re forty pounds adrift.” Holly’s simpering smile, as she spoke to the boy, made Lisa feel queasy.

          “Do you think there’s any way that we could make up the difference?” Oh God No! The shoes were two hundred and twenty and Mrs H had sent one eighty so they were short…but Holly said they were going to take them so…

          “What do you suggest girl?” Holly tersely asked her red-faced Auntie. Lisa’s pleading look only made the smile on her niece’s face grow wider.

          “Well what can you offer to make up the difference? We’re waiting!” Already overwhelmed with shame Lisa squirmed on the spot as their eyes roamed over her nakedness.

          “Sh…sh…should I su…su…suck him Miss?” It was a whisper.

          “You dirty girl! Yes I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Lisa’s face burned hotly.

          “Well you’d better ask him, we haven’t got all day!”

          Unsurprisingly the youth enthusiastically agreed to the outrageous offer but only on condition that he be allowed to examine the naked woman “fully”, as he put it, beforehand. Holly readily consented to her friends’ suggestion, on Lisa’s behalf, but couldn’t stop giggling when she once more saw the look of absolute horror on her Auntie’s incredibly red face.

          “And would you mind if I watched?” she asked the grinning boy coyly.

          “Course not,” he said with a chuckle. Holly had slept with Luke a couple of years earlier, in fact he was the “second” boy she’d ever been with, and she’d seen him naked several times since then, so there was no real awkwardness between them. Lisa watched with growing dread as the youth pulled two of the “fitting” stools towards a table that was standing against the back wall, before positioning them about a shoulder width apart.

          “Come here girl,” he said sternly. With everything shamefully on display and her boobs and bottom juddering and wobbling Lisa was made to step up onto the stools, bend over and place her hands flat on the table top.

          Holly couldn’t help grinning as she looked at her naked Auntie. Lisa was literally bent double, the position perfectly framing her “private parts” between the rudely spread cheeks of her bottom and allowing her full breasts to hang down delightfully. When Luke raised his eyebrows and treated her to an enormous smile, Holly felt of rush of guilty excitement in the space between her own legs. Lisa jerked when she felt the boy’s hands suddenly close on her pendulous boobs. He wasn’t particularly gentle, making her moan as he squeezed and moulded the soft flesh before concentrating his attention on the incredibly hard and sensitive tips. She whimpered and twisted as her nipples were pinched and pulled for several long minutes.

          “The little tart seems quite sensitive,” he said with a chuckle. Gentle laughter greeted Lisa’s obvious distress. Her face was already glowing red, the bent over position making her head spin, but when she sensed her tormentors suddenly leaning in more closely to examine her exposed pussy and bumhole she felt faint. It was just so shameful! She knew she was oozing, she’d been growing stickier from the moment they’d entered the shop and now they were looking and seeing how wet she was! Please no! The position certainly left nothing to the imagination. Luke and Holly could see every detail of the older woman’s hairless vaginal mound. It bulged rudely out, a smooth peach split perfectly in half by its’ delicate lips, lips that appeared full and swollen. But it was the shiny droplet that had slipped out from between those swollen lips that was drawing the attention of the girl and her friend.

          “Well well young lady, getting yourself all wet and excited are you?”

Lisa, as was always the case in these mind numbingly humiliating situations, wasn’t able to control her body’s reactions. She writhed with shame as she felt the tell tale trickle running down her central slit, slowly making its’ way towards her engorged clitoral knob where she knew it would gather with numerous others before dripping onto the tabletop.            

          When his hands slid up the backs of her thighs Lisa gritted her teeth and told herself that she’d stay perfectly still, not give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction, but of course it didn’t work! When the mound of her pussy was abruptly cupped on his eager palm she immediately began to pant and groan loudly. Then she was quickly lost as her slippery folds were parted and her tight tunnel penetrated by one and then several fingers. Within moments she was gurgling and rolling her hips as the wonderful sensations flowed over her rapidly goose-pimpling skin.

          “Nnnnnnngh! Oooooooooh! God! Oh Yes! Mmmmmmmmm! Aaahhhh!” she gasped, squirming in her bent over position engulfed by a flood of total shame. Knowing that Holly was watching only added to the intensity of her embarrassment. Unable to control herself she shook her head from side to side as the unbearably rude feelings throbbed through her belly. The delicious digits pumping solidly back and forth in her pussy were making her moan and jerk wantonly as the waves of her oncoming orgasm rose higher and higher. A gentle pinching of her swollen clitoris suddenly brought her to the very edge of her climax and then…it stopped! The fingers were gone!

          “Nooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! Nooooooooo!” Deprived of the exquisite sensations she wasn’t able to stop her bottom pumping desperately at the empty air, nor stop her hips from rolling immodestly in all directions.

          “Get down you little slut,” snapped Holly with a wicked smile on her lips.

          With her arousal threatening to spiral totally out of control Lisa clambered down from her outrageous perch. She was moaning and trembling violently and it took all of her willpower to stop her fingers from plunging into the tingling hole between her legs. She so wanted to come! So wanted to bring herself off! It would only take a few seconds, a few delightful seconds and she’d be able to come! They’d see her do it! She’d be so so ashamed, so embarrassed, but it didn’t matter! Oh God she so wanted to finger herself! SHE NEEDED TO COME! Holly and Luke watched and smiled at each other as they recognised the inner turmoil that the naked woman was battling. It was obvious that she was incredibly turned on, her pussy soaking wet, and desperately teetering on the very edge of an orgasm.

         

          Lisa didn’t think she could feel any more humiliated but as she watched the boy remove his trousers and then his boxer shorts, without any obvious visible signs of embarrassment, she bit her lip. When he sat down his erection jutted up from his lap. It looked incredibly stiff and angry, the end shiny and dark red. Even as her face burned with shame a little reassuring voice in her mind told her to be thankful that it wasn’t enormous, at least it’s just a normal sized one! Horribly, seeing the thing, made her pussy pulse and tingle excitedly. The boy’s arrogant grin and the amused look on her niece’s face made Lisa squirm with humiliation.

          “Well get on with it girl!” said Holly sharply.

          The erect penis twitched in Lisa’s mouth as she sucked and ran her tongue around its swollen head. It was hot and throbbing. She knew she had to do it properly, had to satisfy the boy, had to make him come strongly or she’d be punished. Being watched by her chuckling niece was just so demeaning but she didn’t have any choice. Her head bobbed as she slid as much of the hard flesh into her mouth as she could manage. Holly’s amused comments were making her cringe inside.

          “Well put some effort in you little tart, I know you’re enjoying this.”

          “For goodness sake, surely you know how to do it? You’ve done it plenty of times before.”

          “Do it properly girl or do you want me to spank that fat arse of yours?”

          “Is sucking that stiff cock making you wet? Mmmmmm?”

          “You’d better make sure Luke gets his moneys worth!” The girl’s laughter rang through the room. And then abruptly Lisa’s concentration became focussed on the rigid shaft that she was tonguing, almost lovingly. A sudden distinct swelling and she felt it being pressed urgently towards the back of her throat as the boy’s hands suddenly grasped the top of her head. In seconds she was swallowing the spurts of liquid excitement that her expertise had managed to elicit, before the moaning youth fell back with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

          “Bloody hell she’s good at sucking cock!” The two youngsters laughed uproariously as Lisa’s cheeks burned with shame.

          The return journey to Holly’s house proved to be a bit of a blur for Lisa. She tottered and stumbled through the streets her mind a haze of humiliating thoughts, hardly aware of the numerous faces that were staring at her, before climbing into the passenger seat of Holly’s light blue Fiat. The next thing she was really aware of was drinking a cup of tea in Holly’s kitchen and her niece chattering away as if nothing unusual had just happened. Although now back at the house and away from the risk of any further public exposure the memory of what she’d just been forced to do was still very much at the front of her mind. She could still taste the boy’s come in her mouth! The thought made her cheeks flush with heat once more. Amazingly the shame of the past hour seemed to be adding to the unwanted arousal that continued to throb in her pussy. The whole day was proving surreal…in every respect! After a second cup of tea and some remarkably normal conversation about clothes, music and what Mrs Henderson had been doing lately Lisa abruptly found herself very firmly returned to her submissive role, her tummy started to tumble nervously.

          “I’ve got some friends coming round this evening to help with your punishment,” said Holly happily.

          “Jean thought it would as a good idea to have a few witnesses as it seems that it makes you more attentive if you’re spanked or strapped in front of other people!” Lisa’s horrified stare made her young niece giggle.

          “It’s more beneficial for you apparently but before then I’ve got a few things for you to do.”

          The first of those things proved to be a full hour of licking and teasing her niece’s pussy and bottom hole with her tongue.

          “That’s it girl, get it well in, oooooooh yes, mmmmmm.” Holly squeezed her bottom firmly onto the older womans’ face as the wonderfully naughty penetration of her rear opening continued. She was going to come again in a minute!  It had only really struck Holly that her Auntie was her personal plaything whilst she’d been parading around fully bared in Luke’s parents shop. She really was in total control of her Auntie for the day! She could make her do literally anything! A real life plaything that she could use entirely for her own amusement! Lisa was naked, kneeling at the side of the bed with her face pushed fully into the space between her niece’s widely opened buttocks. She was gently teasing Holly’s swollen clitoris with her fingers whilst her tongue was pushing and twisting deep inside the squirming girl’s anal tunnel. Holly had already come several times before she’d turned over onto her front and ordered Lisa to “lick inside her bum” and to “do it properly”! She suddenly came urgently, a tiny squirt of fluid hitting Lisa’s neck as the nude eighteen year old squealed and clamped her bum cheeks tightly onto her Auntie’s hot and sweaty face.

          The vest that Holly had given her was tiny and very tight and unlike her niece, who had on a pair of shorts, Lisa was naked from the waist down. Her toes curled on the cold quarry tiles as she stood in the kitchen with the grinning girl. She felt horribly exposed, her hands resting self consciously in front of her hairless pubic mound. The little vest stopped at the level of her belly button and she knew that between her thighs her lips were swollen and easily visible, as was the engorged knob of her clitoris. Licking Holly’s pussy and bumhole had caused her own vagina to tingle and grow increasingly wet and sticky and each time the girl had come she’d felt herself throb with need. Again she so wanted to come, so wanted to touch herself, just for a few moments!         

          “You can cut the lawn to start with,” said the teenager, as she made a jug of orange squash, “and then we’ll see what else, that big bottom of yours looks as though it could do with some exercise.” It was mid afternoon but the sun was still high in the sky and it was beautifully warm in the sheltered back garden.

          “Oh please Miss don’t make me go outside like this, can’t I borrow a skirt or something? Please.” Holly smiled at the pleading tone in her Aunt’s voice and looked at the generous breasts bulging in the cotton vest. She couldn’t resist reaching out and pinching each of the jutting nipples in turn, making Lisa squeal with discomfort.

          “Certainly not! It’s a beautiful day and much healthier for you to get some air to that fat pussy of yours, and besides you enjoy showing yourself off, you like it when people see all you’ve got don’t you?” Holly giggled as her obviously very unhappy Auntie followed her reluctantly out of the back door and onto the patio. Lisa looked worriedly down the garden. It was quite large with a tall fence running along each side and a thick shrubbery at the bottom. Her niece put the tray down on a small metal table next to a pair of sunglasses and a magazine before turning towards a small garden shed.

         

          Her face a mask of embarrassment Lisa walked slowly behind the noisy petrol mower glancing worriedly from one fence to the other. Horribly aware that her bum cheeks were rolling saucily from side to side with every step she dreaded to think what her bottom must look like when she had to turn the mower at the end of each row. Holly watched her half naked Auntie as she sipped her juice noting how her heavy breasts swung and jiggled, even though there were contained within the little vest, their hard tips pointing in all directions as she struggled to keep the lawnmower in a perfectly straight line. And the view she was offering to any interested spectator of her bare bum and the secrets nestling between her buttocks, that she was trying desperately to hide, was provocative to say the least! And speaking of interested spectators…Holly grinned as she heard a familiar voice calling to her. 

          “Hello Mr Tompkins,” she said turning towards the grey haired old man who was looking over the top of the fence with an enormous grin on his red face.

          Brigadier George “Howitzer” Tompkins had retired from the army eight years previously, at sixty two, basically because they wouldn’t allow him to stay on any longer. Only two years later his wife had died unexpectedly but since then he’d kept himself “fighting fit”, as he liked to describe it, and considered himself rather a lady’s man. He’d had a succession of female friends over the years, and still did. Holly was used to him chatting over the fence and if he was going to the supermarket he usually called round to see if she needed anything, and she happily returned the favour. Many times she and her friends had been sunbathing when he’d “popped in” but they weren’t offended by his lascivious stares or his twinkling eyes, he was a man after all and who could blame him!

          “By jove Holly! Who’s that?” he asked, his mouth slightly agape, as he stared at the bare bottom that was wobbling suggestively from side to side as its owner walked slowly towards the bottom of the garden. Just as she’d expected old George Tompkins couldn’t resist taking a look over the fence when he’d heard the mower going, no doubt hoping to catch her in her bikini. Well today he’d caught something a bit ruder than he’d been expecting!

          “That’s Lisa, my Aunt. But she’s being punished, that’s why she’s got a bare bum!” His amazed expression made her laugh.

          “Do you want to come round and meet her?” By the time Lisa followed the mower back up the lawn Holly was still sat reading her magazine, but when she turned at the end of the next row she was horrified to see an old man sitting next to her niece. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces. She cringed inside, her blood beginning to pound loudly in her ears and her cheeks starting to burn hotly as she walked unhappily towards the house. As she got closer Holly waved, indicating that she should turn the mower off and come and meet their visitor. The handle of the thing offered little “cover” but when she stepped out from behind it and walked the last few yards towards them she felt horribly “bare”. Holding her hands in front of her pussy was the only thing that she could do. 

          “This is Mr Tompkins, my neighbour. You’re going round to do some weeding for him once you’ve finished the lawn. Now introduce yourself and for goodness sake take your hands away and stand up properly!” Lisa’s face glowed as she did as she was told, immediately aware that the old man’s glittering eyes had left her boobs and dropped to stare at her now embarrassingly exposed, and clean shaven, vagina. She held her hand out to him.

          “H…Hello Sir,” she said quietly.

          “Hello young lady,” he said shaking her hand, his face pink with excitement, “I understand you’ve been a naughty girl.”

          Holly and her elderly neighbour sat and watched as Lisa completed the mowing and then, with the old man’s hand resting humiliatingly on her bottom, she was led her out of the side gate and across his driveway, where she stared worriedly in every direction, and into the neighbouring garden. He had to have her back by seven because Holly’s friends were arriving at eight, and she wanted Lisa showered and dressed by then. It gave the horrid pensioner just over an hour and a half to do whatever he wished, but Lisa knew she had to be good, had to do exactly as she was told or she’d regret it. In some ways Mr Tompkins was similar to Mrs Henderson’s neighbour, just a bit older, but she hoped upon hope that he wouldn’t make her do the things that Mr Blake did!

          “Well well, a little girl who likes to show her private parts to anyone who wants to look,” he said teasingly, as she stood in front of him while he sat in an armchair and stared at her.

          “What am I going to do with you?” Lisa was already flushed from the mowing but her face quickly grew hotter as his eyes ran unhurriedly over her front. She kept her hands at her sides knowing that he’d be angry if she tried to cover herself, but at the same time she kept her legs pressed tightly together. She couldn’t help trying to hide her pussy, being bare from the waist down was just so embarrassing!  Her boobs were jutting out of the cotton vest and her nipples felt really hard and tingly but she knew it was her hairless mound that he was staring at.   

          “Holly’s told me what you’ve been up to young lady and tonight you’re going to get punished for your disgraceful behaviour, going to have your bottom spanked with some of her friends watching!” His cruel laughter made Lisa squirm.

          “I bet you can’t wait eh?” The look of worry on her very flushed face and her obvious reluctance to meet his gaze made him chuckle wickedly.

          “Maybe they’ll each take a turn with you?”

          It was a tiny vest but it was the only piece of covering that she had, so she felt it keenly when he instructed her to remove it. As she pulled it off over her head her boobs wobbled into view presenting her new “Master” with a delightful picture of her fully exposed charms. He licked his lips as her face bloomed with heat once more, her flint-like nipples sticking straight out in front of her.

          “Hands on your head!” he suddenly barked, making her jump.

          “And get your legs apart, nice and wide! I want to have a good look at that pussy of yours.” His mocking laughter made her blush. Trembling visibly she did as she was told, revealing everything to the smiling old man as her face burned dark red. It literally felt as though she was standing under a shower as the excruciating shame poured over her, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Now she knew his beady eyes were examining not only her painfully hard nipples but also her swollen vulval folds that were humiliatingly on show between the tops of her thighs. And worse still she knew that her slit was wet and sticky! In contrast she found her mouth almost completely dry as she tried unsuccessfully to swallow.

          “Turn around.” Consumed with embarrassment she did as he directed, and did it immediately, as his authoritarian tone stirred her submissiveness. He took his time gazing at the wonderfully rounded buttocks. She really was delightfully proportioned! The things he could do to a bottom like that, given the chance! What a pity he couldn’t treat her to a damned good thrashing. But he’d reassured Holly that he’d not mark her Auntie’s rear cheeks himself. He could understand that the young girl was planning to discipline the woman herself later that night…but it was a pity all the same. 

          “Bend over girl, right over, legs wider than that! Come on I know you’re dying to, you little show-off!” As she did as she was told, adopting the bent over position and opening her legs fully, Lisa was horrified to feel the lips of her pussy slipping apart.

          “Oh my goodness,” George Tompkins immediately commented, “you’re dripping, absolutely soaking by the look of it!” Unable to contain a moan of shame she looked back between her spread thighs and saw not only the horrid old man’s glittering eyes but also, more worryingly, a very noticeable bulge in the front of his trousers.

          For the next half an hour the smiling ex-military man followed the nude and completely mortified woman around his garden as she was forced to bend and pick the weeds that he pointed out to her, before carefully placing them in a bucket by her side. Sometimes she had to kneel or crouch down to extricate a particularly tough dock or dandelion root, the effort of pulling it up causing her breasts to swing and judder wildly. And each time she was acutely aware of the horribly revealing view that she was presenting to her chuckling tormentor. Throughout she could feel his eyes slowly examining every detail of her exposed pussy, horribly she could feel herself gaping open each time she had to kneel down, and even more embarrassingly she knew that he was seeing her private rear hole. To make it even more excruciating he continually teased her with a steady stream of outrageously intimate questions; questions that besides making her face burn hotly also made her gasp with shame, which seemed to amuse him enormously, if his laughter was anything to go by.

          “You’ve certainly got a big bum my girl, I bet you like having it touched up eh?”

          “Is your vagina getting hot and sticky, it looks it! Would you like to stop and play with yourself for a minute?”

          “Did you like it when that boy put his fingers in your holes…mmmmm? Did you come in front of him?” Those and his other asides, concerning her stiff nipples and the way that her “big boobs swung about” were sending Lisa’s humiliation levels spiralling out of control. She felt so so ashamed, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it! At least it would soon be over and she could go back to Holly’s, but that thought offered little comfort…

          “I keep getting a good look at your bottomhole you know. It looks nice and tight…but I’ll find out for myself in a minute!” The dreadful insinuation, of what he was intending to do, made Lisa shiver all over.  

    

          “One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!” barked the ex-brigadier as he began to put his new, and very red-faced, “recruit” through her paces. She’d only just finished washing her hands and face at his kitchen sink a few moments earlier.

          “And lift your feet up properly girl!” Back in the old man’s living room Lisa was being forced to march on the spot, her boobs bouncing and jiggling in all directions. She’d only been at it for a few minutes but already they were feeling really uncomfortable. Her hands came up and gently cupped the aching globes. 

          “Please, please Sir may I stop? They’re really hurting!” His cruel smile and glittering eyes revealed not the slightest shred of compassion.

          “Take your hands away!” His curt reply was accompanied by a stinging rap from the short swagger stick that he’d been cradling beneath his left arm. It had flicked out so quickly that Lisa hadn’t actually seen it until she felt the painful impact on her knuckles.

          “OwOwOw!” she exclaimed.

          “In fact get your hands behind your back and keep them there.” He kept her marching for another ten minutes during which time he held the stick beneath each of her bouncing breasts in turn, occasionally tapping it sharply against one of the engorged tips. Lisa’s gasps filled the room as the tingling blows became more frequent. Each stinging impact producing a little cry of anguish immediately followed by a definite shaking of her shoulders as she tried to ease the pain throbbing in the swollen points. By the time he ordered her to stop her abused nipples were horribly sore and painfully stiff. Suddenly she screamed and began writhing on the spot as he cruelly pinched and squeezed the acutely tender buds, rolling and flattening them between his finger-tips as she struggled to keep her hands firmly clasped together behind her back. Her pleading for him to stop simply made him chuckle.

          “You certainly seem a bit more responsive now my girl,” he said with a grin, as he calmly unzipped his fly. To Lisa’s horror his erect penis sprang into view. It looked horribly thick and knobbly, the end dark purple and hugely bloated. She couldn’t stop herself shivering with disgust when it nudged her stomach before leaving a slimy trail as it slid across her thigh. And then she found herself screwing her eyes tightly shut and moaning helplessly as he leant forwards and took one of her very swollen nipples into his mouth. The engorged conical projection was sucked and nipped sharply for several long minutes before he moved onto its twin. Once he’d finished suckling on the acutely sensitive points they were left sticking rudely straight out, bobbing gently in front of her. Caught by the late afternoon light they, and their dark pink areolae, glistened as the saliva coating them gradually began to dry. To add to her absolute shame she was appalled to feel her clitoris pulsing excitedly, a tiny stiff beacon that refused to be ignored. It’s function to apparently reveal her arousal even whilst experiencing the most degrading humiliations imaginable! Her head was spinning…Oh God! What was the matter with her!  

          Lisa groaned and sobbed with embarrassment as the old man ran his hands unhurriedly over her curves. He’d already sated his curiosity regarding her wonderfully firm globes, with their hard tips, that were now hanging down and resting heavily against his cushions. He’d made the girl lean forwards over the front of his settee, her shoulders resting on its back and her hands tied together, with a strip of cloth, behind her. After first kneeling on the edge of its seat she’d been compelled to open her legs as wide as she was able, urged on until the muscles in her inner thighs were straining with the effort. Then he’d tied her widespread ankles to the things front legs. Now she was shaking uncontrollably, all of her muscles complaining, stretched as they were to their very limits. George Tompkins licked his lips as the young woman wriggled and moaned with shame as his fingers slid more deeply into the very wet and slippery hole beneath her belly. The delicate labial folds formed a tight pink circle as he pumped his hand roughly back and forth, their owner whimpering and her bottom cheeks clenching and rolling wantonly as the shameful explorations continued. When he pulled his fingers out they were shining with her secretions. Carefully he turned his hand to the side and looked at his watch. He didn’t have long so it was now or never! As he strode around to the back of his sofa Lisa’s eyes were instantly glued to the hard cock that was jutting out in front of him.

          “I suggest you make it nice and slippery or you’ll be sorry,” he said with a snort. Several times the stiff shaft hit the back of her throat and she gagged but nevertheless she desperately tongued and sucked and lathered it, as best she could, with her spit.

          The outraged moans and whines that the powerless woman produced when he slid a fingertip into her tight anal entrance made George Tompkins pause, and think about his own rear entry…so he went and closed the back door, a grin on his face in appreciation of his own joke. Wouldn’t want to upset the neighbours, he thought, chuckling to himself. Lisa sobbed brokenly overwhelmed by the awful shame that was consuming her. The dreadful fingers were delving into her most private of places. It was the place that she hated having touched, the place that she hated having to show to people so inevitably it was the one place that Mrs Henderson always drew their guests attention to, her playthings most sensitive area! As the tip of that first finger had been inserted, and then its’ length pushed slowly all the way into her bottomhole she’d thought she was going to pass out! It was so so shameful and so so dirty!  But then he’d pushed more than one inside, right inside, deep inside, and stretched her poor bum and made her squeal and clench her cheeks together as his disgusting explorations continued…but it was nothing compared to what was happening now! Lisa’s eyes bulged and her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she felt something much bigger pressing against her most personal of openings.

          It took a surprising amount of effort for George Tompkins to get the end of his gnarly old cock into the wriggling backside. But he’d pushed hard, really hard and suddenly the resistance had evaporated and he’d grunted with pleasure as the girl sobbed and moaned with shame. Bet the little bitch felt that he thought, a huge grin covering his face as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Pity he couldn’t have warmed her up properly before sticking it up her…he’d have loved to put his belt across her arse first, but you can’t have everything! Lisa gurgled wretchedly as she felt the head of the horrid old mans erection forcing her tiny hole open. And then she squealed, her head falling forwards, as the terrible sensation of being penetrated anally radiated through her body. Once that initial portal was breached George found the going much easier. Lisa moaned and gritted her teeth as the hard rod slowly pushed deeper, gradually and painfully stretching the tight elastic tunnel as it went.

          “Oh God! Aaaaaaah!” she cried as he suddenly rammed himself all the way in, his balls slapping loudly between her open legs.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnn! No please Sir! Please! Please stop! Please Sir!” she gasped, her buttocks clenching and squirming beneath him as his rigid penis began to pump relentlessly back and forth. But of course he had not the slightest intention of stopping.

          “Can you feel it you little tart?” he said teasingly, as he pulled himself almost totally out of the trembling bottom. It was gripping his cock delightfully, the tiny entrance forming a taut, and perfect, pink circle around his shaft. She was certainly wonderfully snug! Lisa began to babble incoherently as her tormentor continued to piston himself slowly in and out. Her cry of distress as he reached the fullest depth of each stroke was music to his ears, whilst her pleadings for him to stop only made him throb and grow even harder.

          George Tompkins hadn’t had a submissive little “thing” to play with for several years so he was determined to enjoy this present opportunity to the absolute maximum. One should never look a gift horse in the mouth, as he was fond of saying. He’d always had a fair degree of control over his sexual performance, something he’d always been quite proud of, and had never suffered a premature ejaculation in his life. That together with the thickness of his penis, it wasn’t particularly long, meant that his partners over the years had always found themselves more than satisfied by the time he’d finished, so to speak! So unbeknownst to Lisa the next half an hour was going to prove rather memorable…in her mind she was thinking that he’d only last for a few minutes before he came, she knew her bottom was really tight, to her shame it had been described as exactly that several times in the past, and then it would all be over…but that isn’t what transpired! In fact it turned into one of the longest half hours of her life.

          After five minutes her moans and cries and gasps had fused to become a steady stream of desperate sounds. Each time the thick cock sank all the way into her bottom she felt completely stretched and plugged, as fully as she could ever have imagined, and every time the horrible old man pulled himself out she felt her bumhole gripping him really hard. It was the last thing she wanted to do but she didn’t have the slightest control over her reactions. She couldn’t stop her hips rolling, nor her bum cheeks clenching, as the terrible thrusting continued and even more horribly her clitoris was throbbing and tingling, the acute shame combining with the awful sensations to stimulate her sexually.   

          “Ooooooooooooooooh! Nnnnnnnnnnghhhh!” she squealed as the hard shaft delved into the depths of her bowels. It felt as though the relentless penetrations were gradually going deeper and deeper inside her, like she was being speared by some hideous weapon. Her teeth began to chatter and she whimpered piteously.

          “You’re nice and tight young lady,” he chuckled, as he plunged forwards drawing a high pitched whinny from the writhing girl. It seemed to go on and on and on. Lisa cried, and gurgled, and pleaded and begged and sobbed but it didn’t make the slightest difference, he didn’t stop. It seemed like time had stood still, her world becoming a miasma of embarrassment, discomfort and guilty arousal but then thankfully she heard the old man grunt. Unbelievably she could feel the stiff shaft that was filling her poor abused bottom growing harder and then the urgency of its’ owners thrusts suddenly increased. George Tompkins threw his head back and bellowed his enjoyment as his cock jerked and spurted in the incredibly hot and narrow tunnel.

          “Yyyyyyyessssssss!” he yelled as he filled Lisa’s rear hole with gouts of creamy excitement.

          Lisa stood on wobbly legs in front of her smiling niece wearing her little vest and nothing else. Her face was scarlet and she was feeling incredibly light headed. There was gooey fluid seeping from her bumhole and even more disgustingly she could taste Mr Tompkins’ come in her mouth. The final indignity that she’d been forced to endure, before he’d brought her back to Holly’s, was having to lick his rapidly shrinking penis clean. She’d gagged several times but like a good girl she’d managed to do as she was told. Now the very private entrance to her rectal tunnel felt horribly big and stretched and open and she felt extremely ashamed, but all she wanted at this moment was a hot shower and to clean her teeth!

          “Did she do as she was told? Did she behave herself?” asked the smirking teenager. George Tompkins’ beaming smile provided the answer.

          “Yes,” he said, “she did seem quite shy to begin with, but we soon got to the bottom of things, didn’t we young lady?” Their laughter was still ringing in Lisa’s ears as she wearily climbed the stairs. At least she could take a lovely warm shower before the “party”…but goodness knows what was going to happen once Holly’s guests had arrived. The thought made her bum cheeks clench nervously but at the same time her hard clitoral knob began to tingle…

YNHumiliator March 2011