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JESSICA NEEDS A SPANKING (F/g, M/g, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Jessica was panting from the physical exertion.  The hill back from the
shops to her house was very steep and she was peddling her bike as fast as
her little ten-year-old legs could go.  Her bike's panniers were loaded up
with the shopping her mum had sent her for and the weight made the bike
move even more slowly.  She'd not had enough money to buy her little sister
the sweets she'd wanted, so Jessica had had to use her own pocket money for
that.  Jessica looked up the hill; the line of houses seemed to go on
forever before, right at the top, she could just see her own house.  Even
now she knew her Mum and sister would be sitting waiting for her in the
kitchen.  The queue in the shop had been so long; it had taken her ages to
get served.  Jessica started to panic; Mummy wouldn't be pleased with her.
She stood up on the pedals and began to cycle harder; if only the hill
wasn't so steep!
   Jessica's legs pumped up and down as the bike slowly climbed the hill.
Ahead of her there was an old man walking his dog up the hill.  Jessica
slowly caught up and overtook him.  The man heard her approach and turned
to stare as she passed him.  She could feel his eyes on her as she cycled
past.  The man admired the little girl going past him; she was a pretty
little thing, he thought; fair hair tied in a short pony tail, blue eyes, a
cute freckled face that was red from exertion, a pink loose T-shirt and
tiny white cotton shorts.  The man watched her cycle past, her bottom stuck
up in the air moving from side to side as her legs pumped the pedals.  Her
shorts really seemed to have been cut very short indeed and the girl's
bottom spilled out of them.  He licked his dry lips; it was certainly quite
some bottom!  The shorts' leg holes had ridden-up to expose a good third of
the little girl's bottom cheeks which were large, fleshy and smooth,
bulging out of the shorts that sought to confine their natural cheeky
exuberance.  The old man felt a stirring in his loins; he remembered a
decade or so ago when his little granddaughter had been sent to spend her
summers with him; the many pleasant hours he had spent with his canes and
straps and her little bottom without the protection of shorts or knickers,
stuck up in the air for regular grandfatherly attention.  Suddenly a
thought struck him and he looked again more closely; yes, it was quite
clear now he looked; surely that little girl wasn't wearing any knickers!
   Jessica carried on cycling.  Her home was in sight now and she prayed
that her Mum and sister had found something to distract them while they
waited for her.
   "Muuuuuum!"
   Mrs Brown looked over at her youngest daughter, Amelia.  The
seven-year-old sat on the table swinging her legs.
   "Yes, dear!" she said brightly.
   "Where's Jessica?  She went to get me sweets." her daughter demanded.
   Mrs Brown checked the clock.
   "She *does* seem to be taking her time!" Mrs Brown admitted.
   "Jessica *needs* a spanking!" Amelia said, twisting a lock of her hair.
   Mrs Brown pursed her lips.
   "She *has* been rather a long time." she said, reluctantly agreeing with
her daughter.
   "Is it *going* to be a super-hard spanking?" Amelia asked, her face
colouring as her little bottom wriggled excitedly on the table.
   Mrs Brown sighed.
   "Yes, I suppose it *will* have to be a super-hard one!  She *is* rather
late!" she said.
   Amelia bounced up and down on the table, her excitement over the
forthcoming spanking transmitting itself between her legs.  She looked up
at her Mum with her eyes sparkling.
   "Are you *going* to use your strap, Mummy?  The really *big* one that
splits into two?" Amelia breathlessly asked.
   Mrs Brown considered it.  Jessica had been made to oil the strap only
last night and it would still be dripping.  Its slick flexible oily tails
would wreak havoc with her ten-year-old's little bottom.
   "Well, I don't *know*, Amelia." Mrs Brown said, "After all, Jessica is
*only* a few minutes late!"
   "But Muuuuuum, Jessica *needs* a spanking!" Amelia insisted.
   Mrs Brown gave in.
   "Oh okay, dear!  I suppose you're right!  She does *need* a spanking! 
So who am I to argue!  Could you go and fetch the strap, please?  And
please be careful; it's *very* oily!"
   Amelia returned with the strap.  Mrs Brown raised her eyebrows; her
youngest daughter had taken the opportunity to remove her skirt and
knickers so she was naked from the waist down, and from the shiny wet state
of her daughter's private parts it appeared that some of the strap oil had
found its way there.
   "Oh, Amelia!" Mrs Brown tutted, "Do you *have* to?"
   "But Muuuuuuum!  It *feels* nicer if I rub it while I watch!" Amelia
protested.
   Mrs Brown shook her head; she couldn't disagree with her daughter's
logic.  She was starting to feel quite tingly between the legs herself.
   "Well," she said, having decided, "We shall *have* to make Jessica's
spanking super-hard so you can *feel* super-nice!"
   "Yay!  Thank you, Mummy!" Amelia exclaimed, clapping her hands with
childish joy then, surreptitiously, giving her little clit a good rub as
she thought of her sister's red hot bucking bottom and her squeals for
mercy.
   Jessica arrived home.  She was out of breath and sweating.  The hill was
so long; it had taken her almost fifteen minutes to cycle up it.  Her tummy
was in knots.  Perhaps her Mum was doing the washing or chatting on the
phone with a friend, anything that would take her mind off how long it had
taken Jessica at the shops.  Jessica unfastened the panniers and hauled the
shopping into the house.
   As Jessica entered the kitchen, she saw her half naked little sister
sitting on the table, her finger busily engaged between the fat little lips
of her hairless slit.  The kitchen door closed behind Jessica and she spun
round to see her Mum standing there, a firm look on her face and the big
evil black leather two-tailed strap in her hand glistening with oil.  At
that moment Jessica saw a drop of oil fall off the end of the strap.  Her
bottom lip quivered and the tears sprang to her eyes.  Her hands
subconsciously went behind her and covered her bottom.  A strapping was bad
enough, but a freshly oiled strap would hurt ten times as much.
   "P...please, Mummy!" she begged, "I got all your shopping!  I got Ami's
sweets!  There was *such* a long queue at the shop!  I cycled *so* hard up
the hill!"
   Mrs Brown was not in the mood for her daughter's protests.  She had made
up her mind what was required.
   "Jessica, you *need* a spanking!" Mrs Brown intoned.
   "But I *wasn't* naughty!  I don't *need* a spanking!" Jessica gulped, as
her mother held up the big strap.
   "Take your clothes *off*, Jessica!" Mrs Brown demanded, "A *naked*
spanking is just what you need!"
   Jessica began to bawl miserably as she started taking off her clothes.
Mummy's strap stung like a swarm of wasps and she wouldn't be able to stop
herself from being a baby and pleading for the spanking to stop.  She
pulled off her T-shirt and began to unfasten the tight skimpy shorts that
her mother had insisted she wore.  Those shorts were so embarrassing,
especially without any knickers.  It felt like her whole bottom was on
show. Her mother just said it was `healthy'!
   As her shorts came down her legs, her full-cheeked little bottom bounced
into view, the soft sensitive cheeks clenching and quivering at the
prospect of imminent contact with Mummy's strap.
   Mrs Brown silently observed her daughter as she removed her socks and
shoes and stood naked, her hands trying to resist the urge to cover her
hairless little pussy.  Mrs Brown pulled a kitchen chair out into the
middle of the room.
   "Kneel up on the chair, Jessica!" she instructed, "Stick that bottom
*right* out!"
   Jessica scampered to obey her mother.  Her bottom cheekily thrust itself
out behind her to provide her mother with a perfect target.  Mrs Brown
licked her lips and her pussy gave an extra big throb.  She took a sly look
at Amelia who was sitting on the table, her legs spread wide, rubbing her
little pussy and watching intently.  She knew just how Amelia felt right
now.
   "Boo hoo!  Mummeeeeey!  Pleeeeeease!" wept Jessica, "I *wasn't* naughty!
I don't *need* a spanking!"
   Mrs Brown's thick strap collided with Jessica's bottom.  Jessica began
to shriek and wriggle madly as the two-tailed impression left by the strap
on her lily-white cheeks started to redden and swell.  Mrs Brown was a firm
believer in good old-fashioned no-nonsense spankings, and right now
Jessica's red dancing little bottom was getting the full benefit of her
beliefs.
   The strap flew through the air as fast as Mrs Brown could manage and
repeatedly splatted across Jessica's madly wriggling cheeks.  Jessica
howled at the top of her young voice as her bottom was turned into a raging
inferno by the oily strap that kept whacking into her bottom at a
hundred-miles-an-hour.  She clung onto the back of the chair, her fingers
white with the effort; her bottom seemed to have a mind of its own as it
darted this way and that to avoid the strap.
   "Jessica!" her mother said in exasperation, "Stick that *bottom* out! 
How do you expect me to spank you *properly* with all that *wriggling*!"
   Coughing and hiccuping back her dreadful sobs, Jessica crouched down in
the chair and really stuck her bottom out.  Her mother's strap slammed into
it and Jessica began to scream louder than ever as her mother's spanking
moved into a new, even more vigourous, phase.
   WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!-WHAP!
   The strap spanked all over Jessica's bottom and thighs.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL BE
GOOD!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  I PROMISE!" Jessica sang.
   Only when Jessica's bottom was a fat red mess of strap welts did Mrs
Brown consider stopping.  Jessica's hoarse sobs cracked and gurgled as she
miserably pawed at her swollen marked bottom.  Mrs Brown looked over at
Amelia who was still sitting half naked on the table her legs spread wide
apart, smiling broadly.
   "I got `that feeling' *three* times!" Amelia announced happily.
   Mrs Brown smiled weakly at her daughter; she'd got that feeling once
herself during the spanking.  No doubt her knickers would be ruined and
would now have to be washed.  It really was most annoying; she'd planned to
spend the time weeding the garden.  It was all Jessica's fault because
she'd *needed* a spanking.  A little smile came to Mrs Brown's face as an
idea popped into her head.
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   Jessica sniffed her runny nose and tried to brush the tears from her
eyes as they flowed out.  Her bottom was on fire, all livid red and welted.
Her little white shorts didn't help; they were pressing tightly on her sore
sensitive spank spots, or at least the parts they covered.  The position
she was in was even less helpful; knelt down, bending over, weeding the
garden with her bottom stuck up in the air.  She sniffed and wiped her eyes
again.  She hoped desperately that she finished weeding before anybody saw
her like this, her red spanked bottom and thighs glowing like a big
embarrassing beacon as she knelt and worked.
   Unknown to Jessica she had been under surveillance since almost the
moment she was sent outside, still naked, armed with only a garden trowel,
her pair of shorts and nothing else.  Mrs Winston next door had had her
binoculars trained on Jessica's tightly-bent dark-red bottom.  She had
heard the spanking going on next door to her, even better when she fetched
a glass, held it against the dividing wall and put her ear against it.
   Mrs Winston, a retired schoolteacher, was no stranger to Jessica's
spankings and often instigated them.  She was very proud to have Mrs Brown
as a neighbour; someone who spanked her child so hard and thoroughly,
without a hint of remorse.  She and Mrs Brown had many conversations about
spanking, often accompanied by live demonstrations with a reluctant and
soon howling Jessica, whose bottom quickly became the main focus of their
attention.
   Right now Mrs Winston was feeling most frustrated.  Her pussy was
soaking and throbbed incessantly.  Jessica's strapping had been very long
and very hard.  Listening to it had had its usual effect on Mrs Winston. 
If she had been round at Mrs Brown's house when it had been happening, then
there would have been no problem.  Mrs Brown was a very sensible and
generous woman who well knew the effect that watching a long bare bottom
spanking might have on an interested adult.  As such, Jessica would be
dispatched up to her bedroom after the spanking and Mrs Winston would be
invited to go up and `spend some time' with Jessica.  Mrs Winston's pussy
throbbed again; she could almost feel Jessica's hot wriggly tongue
obediently licking up between her hairy wet pussy lips.  She refocused her
binoculars and a little smile came to her face.
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   "Jessica!  JESSICA!"
   Jessica's head shot up; why was her mother shouting?  A tight knot
formed in her tummy.  Mummy was using her super strict voice.  Jessica
looked around and saw her mother standing at the back door with Mrs
Winston. Jessica's tears, which hadn't quite dried up, started to flow
afresh.  Mrs Winston coming round for a cup of tea usually resulted in
Jessica screaming her head off as her bottom got spanking after spanking.
   "Jessica, come here now!" her mother instructed.
   Jessica got off her knees and ran over to where Mrs Winston and her
mother were standing.
   "Yes, Mummy?" Jessica asked
   Mrs Brown looked down at her half naked daughter, dressed only in her
tight white shorts which did a very poor job of hiding her red strapped
bottom.  Mrs Winston was a very caring neighbour, Mrs Brown thought. 
Always keen to keep an eye on Jessica and make sure that she didn't get
into any trouble.  Of course, if Jessica did get in trouble and Mrs Winston
was good enough to report it, then it was only fair that she should witness
Jessica's well earned comeuppance.  Right now, the evidence of Jessica's
inconsiderate behaviour was right in front of them.  Mrs Brown pointed down
at Jessica's shorts.
   "What," Mrs Brown said, in her deepest strictest voice, "do you call
that?"
   Jessica looked down.  Her bright white shorts, fresh on that morning,
were covered in smears of dark brown mud.  Every time Jessica had pulled
her hanky out of her pocket to dry her tears, every time she had rubbed her
poor bottom that smarted so badly under the tight material, every time she
had tried to pull the uncomfortable material out of her crotch, her muddy
gardening hands had transferred the dark wet earth to her shorts; now they
were ruined.  The tears flooded down Jessica's face; this was going to be a
really big spanking.
   "See!  I *told* you!" smiled Mrs Winston, "Jessica *needs* a spanking!"
   "Boo hoo!  But, Mummy!" warbled Jessica over her frightened tears, "I
*only* had my shorts to wear!  I *didn't* have anything else!  I *wasn't*
naughty!  I don't *need* a spanking!"
   "Get *inside* my girl!" glowered Mrs Brown, "And get *those* shorts off!
Mrs Winston will see *just* what happens to inconsiderate silly little
girls who *ruin* their clothes in this house!"
   Jessica was bundled into the house by her mother with Mrs Winston
following close behind.  As Jessica entered the kitchen she felt her tummy
drop into space.  On the table was a pile of freshly cut switches; the
super-bendy flexible kind that made your bottom and thighs feel like they
had been painted with a hundred of lines of burning fire.  They came from
that nasty wicked tree that grew in Mrs Winston's garden.  One day, Jessica
vowed, she would cut that tree down.
   "Look at *those* shorts!" Mrs Winston said, goading Mrs Brown further,
"They'll *never* wash clean!  Jessica *needs* a spanking!"
   "Boo hoo!  But, Mummy!" wailed Jessica, "I *wasn't* naughty!  I don't
*need* a spanking!"
   Mrs Brown snorted with disagreement.
   "Get *those* shorts off, young lady!, "she ordered, "Bend over the
table! Hold onto the other side and *stick* that bottom out!  I'll teach
*you* to be so naughty!"
   Hiccuping back her sobs, Jessica pulled her filthy mud-covered shorts
down her legs and exposed her poor strap-spanked bottom to the two women's
eager gazes.  She bent over the hardwood kitchen table, put her arms over
her head and took hold of the far edge of the table.  It was such a stretch
that she could barely manage it.  She had to stand right up on tiptoe to
get a hold of the opposite edge.  She miserably turned her head back to
look at her mother.
   "Boo hoo!  But, Mummy!  I *wasn't* naughty!  I don't *need* a spanking!"
she wept.
   Mrs Brown picked up one of the switches that Mrs Winston had so
thoughtfully brought around.  They really were most effective.  She
remembered when Jessica had only been five-years-old, how she and Mrs
Winston had given her her first bare bottom switching.  My word, the
screams as that busy little switch had done its business, and the
scampering, squeaking and rubbing that went on afterwards.  Yes, really
most effective.  Of course, now-a-days she needed considerably more than
one switch to get that sort of result.  Luckily, Mrs Winston had brought
plenty round.  Mrs Brown's pussy throbbed and she sighed inwardly; she'd
have to wash another pair of her knickers when she'd finished.
   Jessica screamed blue murder as the switch worked its way up and down
her bottom and legs.  There was already a small collection of broken bits
of stick and bark on the floor around her kicking legs.  Mrs Brown was on
her third switch and had no intention of stopping any time soon.  Jessica's
feet were no longer on the floor but kicked wildly in the air, her legs
flailing at all angles as the switch swit-swit-switted all over her bottom
and kicking legs.  Mrs Winston had positioned herself in a chair sitting
some feet away directly behind Jessica's bottom so she could see all the
action.  She had drawn her skirt up and had her hand in her knickers
stroking her big fat clit.  Mrs Brown had long since accepted Mrs Winston's
inability to resist openly masturbating during Jessica's spankings.  She
now paid no attention at all to Mrs Winston's moans and exclamations of joy
as her little daughter's bottom was whipped to a red welted mess; besides,
her own pussy seemed to be almost vibrating with pleasure itself.  It was
all a normal and natural part of Jessica's spankings.  Mrs Brown quickened
the pace with the switch; she really wanted to see her daughter kicking and
screaming now.
   SSSWHIT!-SSSWHIT!-SSSWHIT!-SSSWHIT!-SSSWHIT!
   The burning little stick whipped through the air, cutting into Jessica's
bottom and thighs, bits of bark flying off all over the place along with
the odd bit of broken stick.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!"
Jessica screamed, her legs kicking about like mad, offering Mrs Winston
some very tasty views of her small genitals.
   Mrs Brown discarded the switch, which was now a somewhat useless stub,
and picked up a fresh one; her daughter certainly needed a good spanking;
that was clear.
   Jessica shrieked and roared over the table as her mother switched her
little bottom.  It felt like her bottom was being fried like two big
rashers of bacon.  The tears flew off her face as she desperately
apologised for the state of her shorts and promised that next time she
would do the gardening completely naked.
   Mrs Brown's arm was getting tired.  She had already had the most
tremendous orgasm that had quite taken her breath away.  She looked back at
Mrs Winston, who was still actively diddling herself; where did that old
woman get her stamina from, she wondered?  Mrs Winston looked up at her
hopefully; it looked like she needed to `spend some time' with Jessica. 
Mrs Brown reluctantly finished off Jessica's switching with some
particularly hard whippy strokes right in the crease where Jessica's bottom
joined her thighs.  This resulted in some particularly throaty and vocal
screams and some extremely energetic kicking.
   Mrs Brown put the remains of the switch down and helped Jessica to her
feet.  Jessica's mad stomping dance as she shrieked her apologies and
pulled at her bottom was most entertaining.  It was, indeed, as if Jessica
was only five years old again and had received her very first switching. 
Mrs Brown looked down at the pile of broken switches and bark that littered
the floor.  These days it all seemed to take so much more time and effort.
   "Jessica," she said sharply, "go to your room.  Mrs Winston will take
you up.  She *needs* to `spend some time' with you."
   Mrs Brown watched Jessica and an excited Mrs Winston disappear upstairs.
She signed to herself and started to sweep up all the twiggy debris on the
floor.  A few minutes later she heard some muffled wails and the drumming
of little girl feet on a bed accompanied by loud adult moans of pleasure.
Yes, that Mrs Winston's stamina was amazing!
   Upstairs in her bedroom, Jessica was lying on her back on her bed.  Mrs
Winston had lifted her skirt up, removed her soaking knickers and was
sitting firmly on the little girl's face, her large grey-haired pussy
spread over Jessica's mouth and nose.  Jessica's muffled wails as she was
suffocated was accompanied her kicking legs and feet that drummed like mad
on her bed.  Mrs Winston moaned loudly as Jessica franticly licked out her
pussy in a desperate attempt to make her cum and stop the terrible
punishment of being suffocated by Mrs Winston's dreadful old pussy and
anus.
   Downstairs, Mrs Brown heard an excited braying noise from Mrs Winston as
her daughter extracted, what appeared to be from the noise, a most
wonderful orgasm from the old lady.  A few minutes later a very satisfied
looking Mrs Winston appeared back in the kitchen.
   "I'd give her a *little* time, dear." Mrs Winston had smiled at her, as
she headed to the back door, "I *had* to be a little rough with her today."
   Mrs Brown had shaken her head in semi-amusement; that woman!  Upstairs
in her bedroom Jessica lay face down on her bed holding her bottom crying.
For the umpteenth time she wiped her tongue on the pillow; Mrs Winston had
a very strong taste.
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   About an hour later the door to Jessica's room opened and her mother
appeared.  Jessica was still naked, lying on her bed on her tummy, her
bottom starting to purple slightly.  Jessica looked up at her mother.  It
was sometimes hard to judge what her mother was thinking or what mood she
was in.  From what Jessica could determine, her mother was still in a
somewhat strict no-nonsense mood.  Down the landing, Jessica heard a bath
tap being turned on and a bath starting to be filled.  She bit her lip; no,
please, not that!
   "Jessica!" her mother said sternly, "Your brother is just got back from
playing football.  Please go and *help* him take a bath.  And Jessica?"
   "Yes, Mummy." she'd answered weakly.
   "When I say *help*, I mean *help*!  Do *you* understand?"
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, Mummy!" Jessica sobbed, the tears coming again as she
got up to make her way to the bathroom, the word `help' hanging ominously
in the air.
   The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and Jessica went in, closing
the door behind her.  Standing in the bath was her big fifteen-year-old
brother, Alan.  His muscular body wet and soapy, his hard, almost
adult-sized, cock stuck out in front of him, waiting for her.  He grinned
as she entered the room.
   "Gosh, I'm *so* horny, Jess!" he exclaimed, "I'm going to *need* to use
your little bum hole hard today!"
   Jessica mewled and her buttocks clenched.  Ever since her brother had
been twelve and she'd been seven, she'd had to `help' him.  Her mother had
been most insistent that Alan's balls had to be drained once a day, more if
required, and it usually was.  Her mouth, pussy and bottom hole were all
used, but she really hated having her bottom hole used.  The pain of her
brother's thick cock stretching her as she he pushed it up her tight
reluctant hole never failed to have her wailing and pleading with him.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Alan!" Jessica wept, "Can't you *use* my mouth
instead?  Only it hurts *so* much in my bottom!"
   "Sorry, Jess!" Alan smiled at her wickedly, "Only I saw Anne at the
shops and we had a bit of a kiss and cuddle.  It got me all hard and
excited!  So, now I *need* to use your little bum hole."
   Jessica's weeping increased in volume as she climbed into the bath with
her brother.  She hated Anne, his stupid girlfriend; sometimes she thought
Anne only got him excited so he could come home and take it out on her
little bottom hole.  She remembered how the nasty girl had grinned the last
time she had visited and got to watch Jessica having to milk her brother's
cock into her mouth.  He and Anne had passionately kissed and she whispered
encouraging words into his ear as Jessica had mewled and gagged.
   Alan was soaping up his erect cock as she got in the bath with him.
   "Bend over and hold onto the bath taps!" he instructed, "Don't move
whilst I'm *doing* you!  I promised Anne I'd do you *really* hard!"
   Jessica wept with humiliation as she turned around and bent over; she
really hated that girl!  Jessica felt the hot slippery end of her brother's
soapy cock pushing between her bottom cheeks towards her anus.  She tensed
herself and gritted her teeth as the end touched her hole.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please!" Jessica wept, "I *wasn't* naughty!  I don't
*need* doing in my bummy!"
   "Yes you *do*!" smiled Alan and Jessica squealed as his hard eager teen
cock popped through her sphincter and began its journey up her.
   "OWWWWWWWW!  OWWWWWWW!  OWWWWWWIEEEEEEE!" wailed Jessica.
   Her brother went to work pumping his cock in and out of her poor little
hole.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  ALAN!  STOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!" Jessica begged, her
bottom hole in agony as the awful process continued.
   "Mmmmmmm!  Oh, Anne!" her brother moaned, dreaming of his sexy
girlfriend as his cock used his little sister's bottom for relief.
   "YEEEEEOWWWWW!  ALAAAAAAAAN!  NOT SO HARD!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!" Jessica
wept as his big thing hurt her little hole.
   Alan gave a particularly enthusiastic thrust and Jessica stumbled
forward.
   "Muuuuuuuum!" Alan called out.
   "No!  No!  Please!  Don't!" Jessica pleaded, but there was already a
thudding on the stairs.
   Mrs Brown entered the bathroom.  She observed Jessica bent over with her
brother's large cock sliding in and out of her anus.
   "What's wrong, darling?" Mrs Brown said, addressing her son.
   "I'm trying to cum-off, Mum, but she keeps moving!" Alan complained.
   "Oh, Jessica!  You *know* to keep still when your brother's using your
bottom!  You *know* he can't squirt if you keep moving about!  Why do you
*have* to be so naughty!"
   "Jessica *needs* a spanking!" Alan grinned.
   "Yes!" sighed Mrs Brown in agreement, "Jessica *needs* a spanking!"
   "Boo hoo!  Pleeeease!  I *wasn't* naughty!  I don't *need* a spanking!
Jessica howled as her brother continued to vigorously use her poor bum
hole.
   Jessica felt Alan tense behind her.
   "MUUUUUM!  I'M CUMMING!" he roared and Jessica felt his cock twitching
in her bottom and the hot stuff coming out inside her.
   Alan sighed with relief and Jessica felt his big penis being removed. 
Mrs Brown was ready with the toilet paper and carefully wiped the sperm
falling out of Jessica's bottom; she didn't want that stuff going
everywhere when she was spanking Jessica.
   "Come on, young lady!" said Mrs Brown, pulling Jessica out of the bath,
"I told you to *help* your brother!  That means *not* moving about!  Now
come to *my* bedroom and we'll see what *my* hairbrush has to say about the
matter!"
   "Mummeeeeeeeeeey!" wailed Jessica, as she was dragged to her mother's
bedroom, "I tried *not* to move!  He did *it* so hard!  I *wasn't* naughty!
I don't *need* a spanking!"
   Mrs Brown dragged Jessica to her bedroom, sat on the bed and hauled her
daughter over her lap.  Jessica's little bare bottom was already red and
swollen from its strapping and switching.  To Mrs Brown's mind, there
wasn't such a thing as too much spanking.  She grabbed the big ebony
hairbrush off the top of her bedside cabinet and started a good long hard
spanking of her daughter's naughty bottom.  Jessica roared over her
mother's lap, kicking and screaming as the fire in her bottom and thighs
was re-ignited by her mother's relentless hairbrush spanking.
   Just as Mrs Brown was getting into a good rhythm, the telephone rang. 
Mrs Brown sighed, put down the hairbrush and picked up the phone, her
howling kicking daughter still over her lap.
   "Hello, Brown household!" she said over the girlish wailing noise.
   Jessica heard very little of the conversation as her own choking sobs
filled her ears.  She held her burning bottom cheeks and wailed her
distress forlornly.  Why did she get spanked so much?  It wasn't fair!  She
tried so hard not to get into trouble!  Snippets of the conversation began
to reach Jessica's ears and, as her brain focused, she began to listen.
   "Yes.  Yes.  With the hairbrush." her mother was saying, "Third this
morning.  Yes.  The belt and a switching.  No, it was in her bum!  Not
severe enough?  Yes, *needs* a spanking!  Yes, a *severe* spanking!  Mmmm,
twenty minutes.  What?  No, blisters are fine!  What?  Don't be silly, of
course you can use her afterwards!"
   Mrs Brown put the phone down.  She was so lucky to have a friend like
Peter.  With a daughter who needed as much spanking as Jessica, it was good
to have a man who could step in when something a little more severe was
required.  Of course, she hadn't quite had it in her mind when Peter phoned
to invite him round to spank her daughter, but then Peter had pointed out
that three spankings in a day was itself a sign that Jessica needed a
really severe spanking, to put her back on the right track, of course.
   Peter had been something of a constant fixture in Mrs Brown's life since
Jessica had been born.  There to help with the odd jobs about the house,
there with a listening ear and an open pocket, when required, and there to
counsel on Jessica's upbringing.  The importance of spanking was something
that she and Peter were united on.  Peter could always be relied on to take
Jessica in hand when her behaviour was less than perfect.  His spankings
were more explosive, more sustained and more scream-inducing than anything
that even Mrs Brown could manage.  Peter thought nothing of using a cane on
a toddler or spanking her daughter's genitals for even the smallest
mistake. Mrs Brown had the utmost respect for his ability to keep Jessica
in her place.  It was quite natural, in Mrs Brown's mind that Peter, as a
direct result of giving her daughter a long hard spanking on the bare
bottom, should become highly aroused.  Men, in her view, seemed to become
aroused at the drop of a feather.  Never mind having a naked ten-year-old
girl bouncing up and down in their lap, kicking their legs apart and
showing everything they'd got!  Mrs Brown was quite firm on these matters;
if her daughter had caused the problem, then her daughter should fix the
problem.  Usually that meant an unpleasant time for Jessica with Peter's
cock painfully inserted down her throat or in her young pussy or anus.  Mrs
Brown's train of thought was rudely interrupted by a snivelling enquiry
from Jessica.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Mummy, who was on the phone?" Jessica's tearful voice
came from over her lap.
   Mrs Brown sighed; the news that her Uncle Peter was going to come round
and take her in hand, wouldn't go down well, but she had earned it and she
certainly did *need* a spanking.
   "That was your Uncle Peter, dear!" she said brightly, "We've had a
little chat and agreed that you *need* a spanking!"
   There was a moment as the news sunk in for.
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Nooooooooo!  Mummeeeeeeeeey!  Please!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
Jessica wailed.
   Mrs Brown could feel her daughter's body trembling as she lay across her
lap and the sobs started getting louder.  She liked the feeling; it was a
good sign that Jessica respected her Uncle Peter that much.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Mummeeeey!  Don't let him come here!  He hurts me too
much!  I'll be good!  You can spank!  You can do it soooo hard!  Don't let
him!  Pleeeeeease!  Call him and tell him not to come!  I *wasn't* naughty!
I don't *need* a spanking!" Jessica wailed, kicking her legs in fear and
frustration.
   Mrs Brown picked up the hairbrush again.  It would be twenty minutes
before Peter arrived to take care of Jessica, plenty of time for her to
finish off Jessica's spanking.
   Jessica's screams and shrieks as the hairbrush set about bottom again
was truly breathtaking.  Next door, Mrs Winston had to pull her ear away
from the glass she was holding it against the wall.  She nodded her head to
herself; that Mrs Brown sure could spank!
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   Peter arrived at the house, parked his car in the drive, picked up his
holdall from the passenger seat and let himself in through the back door.
Mrs Brown had been a wonderful find; a woman who truly believed with her
heart and soul that spanking her daughter's bare bottom was the most
important part of her upbringing.  Peter agreed with her whole heartedly.
There was nothing he enjoyed more than the sights and sounds of a naughty
little girl having her clothes taken off and then being spanked naked by a
mother who had no concept of mercy or compassion.  Indeed, the only thing
that seemed to concern Mrs Brown, was making her daughter's spankings as
unpleasant and as painful as possible.  It had taken very little persuasion
for Mrs Brown to conclude that his sexual use of her daughter was an
important and valuable addition to her spanking repertoire.  His penis had
become a punishment object that Mrs Brown would deploy in much the same way
as the slipper, hairbrush or cane.  Peter was delighted with the
arrangement and had enjoyed using Jessica's reluctant body for a number of
years.
   Mrs Brown was sitting at the table with a fresh hot cup of tea when
Peter walked in.  As usual, she was looking mildly irritated.
   "That little miss is waiting for you upstairs!" Mrs Brown began,
"*Three* spankings, Peter!  *Three*!  I just can't seem to spank her *long*
enough or *hard* enough!  She's had the strap, the switch and the
hairbrush, and she still *needs* a spanking!"
   Peter nodded understandingly, his cock twitching as he imagined what
would happen next.
   "I think it's time *again*," Mrs Brown continued, "for you to take her
in hand the way only a *man* can!"
   Peter opened the holdall and showed Mrs Brown its contents.  Mrs Brown
cast her eyes over the cane, the length of electrical extension cord, the
thin flexible white plastic rod, the large ribbed dildo, the huge butt plug
and the type of sexual lubricant which had a label showing a couple
fornicating on it.  She nodded her head, pleased at her long-time friend's
thoroughness.
   "She *needs* a spanking, Peter!  And I've told her that should anything
*arise* when you're punishing her, then it's *her* responsibility to fix
it!"
   Peter nodded at Mrs Brown and started to make his way upstairs.  He had
learned long ago that once Mrs Brown's mind was made up on a matter, words
only got in the way of him getting access to a frightened naked little girl
who was very eager indeed to make her strict Uncle Peter feel happy.
   Mrs Brown settled down with her cup of tea and her latest romantic
novel. She took some cotton wool out of her pocket and started to stuff it
into her ears; she didn't want her little bit of `me time' for the next
hour or so to the disturbed by Jessica's terrible shrieks and screams as
her Uncle Peter punished her.
   Jessica stood in the dark in her wardrobe.  She had managed to get the
door shut and put herself behind the clothes that were hanging there. 
Jessica tried to stifle her frightened sobs as she heard the key turning in
her bedroom door's lock.  Perhaps, if she was really quiet, he wouldn't
find her this time!
   She heard him come into her room and the door being locked.  She
swallowed an extra big sob; if he'd locked the door, that meant it was
going to be a long spanking with lots of nasty `willy pleasing' for her to
do.  There were a few moments of quiet and then Jessica heard the footsteps
coming towards her and stopping next to the wardrobe door.  The door opened
and there was Uncle Peter with a stern look on his face.  He pulled the
clothes on the rail to one side and, like a curtain being parted, Jessica
was revealed standing fully naked.
   "Hello, Jessica!" Uncle Peter said, "What *are* you doing in there?"
   Jessica tried to think of a good answer.  Hiding from Uncle so she
didn't get a long hard bare bottom spanking wouldn't be the right answer,
but she couldn't think of a better one.  She shook her head, feeling stupid
as the tears ran down her face.  Her Uncle sighed.
   "Jessica, no wonder you *need* spanking so much!" he continued, "I'm
going to *have* to spank you hard and I'm going to *have* to sexually
discipline you too!  You're *such* a naughty girl!"
   Jessica's body gave an involuntary shiver; she felt her bottom clenching
and her legs clamping together even more tightly.
   "Boo hoo!  But I *wasn't* naughty!  I don't *need* a spanking!  I don't
*need* sexually disciplining!" she wept as Uncle Peter reached into the
wardrobe and pulled her out.
   Jessica's eyes widened as she saw Uncle Peter's holdall sat on the bed.
He went over to it and pulled out the ribbed dildo and lubrication gel. 
Jessica mewled in fear; Uncle was starting with one of his worst
punishments.  Her hands slipped down to cover her little pussy; she hated
that big black shiny plastic thing; it hurt so much when he pushed it into
her.  She watched him lubricating it so he could get even more of it into
her.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Uncle!" she wept, "I...I'll be good for you!  Boo
hoo!  Let me kiss your willy!"
   Jessica held out her hand in a pathetic gesture towards her Uncle
Peter's cock.  She could see the big lump in his trousers; Uncle Peter's
thing always got so hard when he spanked.  Uncle Peter smiled at her.
   "Very well, Jessica!  If you must!" he smiled.
   Jessica stumbled over to him, keen to show her obedience.  If she did a
really good job with her mouth and tongue, then he might want to use her
throat, and if he used her throat, then he might do his squirts into her
tummy, and if he did his squirts into her tummy, then he might not spank
her so hard.
   Jessica knelt in front of her Uncle Peter.  She undid his belt,
unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down the zip at the front.  His trousers
dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them.  The bulge in his
underpants looked huge.  Jessica reached into his pants with her small hand
and found his big thick cock.  She put her hand around the twitching thing
and pulled it out.  It was so different to her brother's.  His was
youthful, slim, clean and smooth.  Her Uncle's was old, its surface bulging
with veins, the end sticky and the skin red and used.  It smelt stronger
than her brother's and it was thicker.  She rubbed the loose skin up and
down the shaft, feeling all the lumps and bumps under the skin as it slid
over them.
   Jessica looked over at the holdall again.  It was on its side and she
could see the cane curled up in it and the length of electrical cord almost
falling out; her bottom clenched with dread.  Slowly, delicately, she
pulled the skin of her Uncle's willy back so his big purple helmet appeared
and then she started licking it, getting her tongue right into all those
hard-to-reach places that her Uncle loved her to use her mouth and tongue
to explore and where he tasted the nastiest.  She heard her Uncle groan as
her tongue edged a little way into the slit at the top of his willy.  She
slid her lips over the end of his willy and began a slow noisy show of
sucking and licking as her lips slipped up and down over the part where his
wrinkled skin joined his smooth helmet.  All the time she rubbed the skin
on his shaft up and down.  As she pulled her lips back up past the bit
where his helmet bulged out, she pursed her lips and sucked making a
popping sound as she pulled her lips off him.  She could tell that Uncle's
cocky liked what she was doing because it was leaking lots of sticky juice
into her mouth.  Uncle liked her long sloppy willy sucking blow jobs. 
Perhaps he would be excited enough that he would want to do it properly in
her throat.  Jessica braced herself and her tummy tightened; Uncle liked to
punish her by making her sick with his willy.
   Peter pulled out of Jessica's mouth.  He saw the frustration and
disappointment in her face and then the fear as her eyes wandered back to
his holdall.  She looked back at him, her eyes pleading.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Uncle!  Let me suck you more!  You can put it
down my throaty!  Boo hoo!  All the way down!  I'll be good!  I won't be
sick on you!  I promise!"
   Peter smiled; it was a promise that they both knew she couldn't keep.
   "You *need* a spanking, Jessica!" he said firmly, "But first, we need to
use *this* on you!"
   Peter held up the ribbed dildo.  It was six inches long, an inch thick
with quarter-inch thick ribs on it.  Jessica hated having it worked into
her pussy and even more having it pushed in and out.
   "Legs apart, young lady!" Peter instructed, "Hands on head!  I'm just
going to make *sure* that you're nicely stretched down there, so that you
don't have any problems when you grow up!"
   Jessica stood with her legs apart and her hands on her head.  She
watched with that nasty sick feeling in her tummy as the big willy-shaped
end of the stretching thing travelled towards her poor little wee-hole.
   Mrs Brown looked up from her book.  The cotton wool cut out most of the
high-pitched screams, but the frantic drumming of childish feet on the
ceiling above her was less easily ignored.
   Upstairs Peter was remorselessly pushing the ribbed dildo in and out of
Jessica's little pussy.  Jessica was screaming and jumping from one foot to
the other as her little hole was punished.  Peter could well understand
why; her little hole was obscenely stretched around the big uncomfortable
tool which rammed in and out, the ribs on it stretching her even further.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!" Jessica screamed, "TAKE IT OUT!  SPANK ME!  USE THE
CANE! USE THE CORD!  YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   Peter smiled to himself.  He'd taken off his pants and his cock was
twitching happily as he intimately punished Jessica.  He was going to stop
with the dildo, but she wouldn't like what he had planned next.  He pulled
the dildo out for one last time, reached into the holdall and pulled out a
thin white plastic rod.  Jessica began to shriek in fright as she saw it.
Peter grinned as he led Jessica to the bed; Jessica knew all too well what
he used that plastic rod for.
   Jessica wept as her uncle made her lay on her bed in what he called the
`diaper position'.  Her feet waggled about in the air next to her head as
she held her knees tightly back against her chest with her arms around the
backs of her legs.  Her legs were spread as far apart as she could get them
and could feel the cold air between her bottom cheeks and on her bottom
hole.  She looked up at her uncle, his willy all hard and bouncing about as
he swished the horrible plastic stick through the air.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Uncle!  Can't we have sex instead?" Jessica begged,
trying to show her uncle how open and ready her little holes were to
receive him.
   Her Uncle Peter looked down at her with a look of delighted lust on his
face.  Jessica saw his willy twitch and a blob of clear liquid slowly drip
off its tip in a long sticky trail.
   "Jessica, look at the *state* of your bottom!" Uncle Peter lectured,
"Your Mummy has *had* to give you *so* many spankings today, she's hardly
*left* any of your bottom for me to spank!  I'm afraid we're going to
*have* to visit those *other* parts of your bottom that she hasn't *quite*
managed to reach.  I know it hurts a *lot* more when you're spanked there,
but you *really* only have yourself to blame!  You shouldn't have been *so*
naughty!  Then you wouldn't *need* a spanking!"
   Jessica wailed a huge mournful howl at the prospect of a long merciless
genital spanking with Uncle's super-whippy thin stingy little plastic
stick. Days of tearful nail-biting trips to the toilet stretched out in
front of her, when she would have to use her bruised bottom hole and wee
hole as she stifled her squeals of pain.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaa!  Oh please, Uncle!  Don't!" she wept, "I *wasn't*
naughty! I don't *need* a spanking!"
   The nasty little stick started to bite into Jessica's anus and pussy and
her screams told anyone who was listing what a good job her strict uncle
was doing, teaching her right from wrong.
   Unfortunately for Jessica, Uncle Peter was a spanker after her mother's
heart.  The little rod thwicked down continuously into Jessica's little
bottom crack where it met her bottom hole with a painful certain
regularity. The constant thwick-thwick-thwicking of the bendy tough plastic
stick was drowned out by Jessica's squeals as her sensitive white inner
bottom cheeks, her anus, pussy and inner thighs were turned a dark lumpy
red as the swollen welts joined each.  Her roars of pain as her uncle
intimately spanked her were ignored by her cotton-wool-ear-stuffed mother
and enjoyed by all the other's listening.  Downstairs in front of the TV,
Amelia's little fingers were busy in her small slit, next-door Mrs Winston
used her vibrator and in the bedroom next to Jessica's, Alan had sneaked
Anne in to listen.  Anne had become very excited and had allowed Alan to
take her knickers off and play with her pussy.  Right now, she could feel
his cock rubbing between her bottom cheeks; she was so excited, maybe she
would actually let him put it inside her!
   Peter carried on his strict discipline of Jessica's genitals.  The girl
was just a glorious spanker's treat; her shrieks and exciting sexual
begging; her soft cheeky bottom, all red, swollen and welted; her open
holes, bright red and all stuck out at him.
   Peter eventually finished Jessica's spanking and allowed her to run
around the room screaming, her hands stuffed into her pussy and bottom
crack as she jumped about bellowing.  Peter took the cane out of his
holdall.  In his view, Jessica had not been spanked enough.  A few dozen
with a good old whippy school cane, right across her bottom cheeks, would
do the child a world of good.  Peter was not in the slightest bit concerned
that Jessica's bottom was already very red and welted.  In his experience,
the only affect was that Jessica screamed even more loudly and that her
pleas for mercy became ever more desperate and sexually explicit.
   "Jessica, don't make *such* a fuss!" he scolded, wagging his finger at
her, "It's *your* fault there wasn't anywhere else left to spank!  Now I'm
going to *have* to cane your bottom!"
   Jessica wailed as she found herself being made to bend over and touch
her toes, her bottom up high and stuck out, the skin taunt with her
buttocks parted.
   "PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE!" she wailed in fear, "NOT THE CANE!  PLEASE! 
GIVE ME SEX PUNISHMENTS!  NOT THE CANE!  I'LL BE GOOD!  UNCLE, PLEASE!  MY
BOTTOM HOLE!  IT'S ALL READY FOR YOU!  STICK YOUR WILLY IN ME!  PLEASE! 
ANYWHERE YOU WANT!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Jessica's strict caning began as she howled and stumbled about, trying
to keep bent over with her bottom stuck out as the cane repeatedly whipped
into her red little cheeks at a hundred-miles-an-hour.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NYAAAAAAAAAAH!  UNCLE!  SEX!  PLEASE! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOT CANE!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY BUM!  IT HURTS!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEASE!  YOUR
WILLY IN MY BOTTOM!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Peter's cock twitched; Jessica's anus was a lovely tight little hole to
enjoy, but his cock had different ideas about what it wanted; Jessica's
deep throat skills were, once again, going to be put to the test.
   "Would you *like* me to stop caning you, Jessica?" he enquired.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YES UNCLE!  I'D *LIKE* YOU TO STOP CANING ME!" she
howled, "I'LL DO *ANYTHING* FOR YOU!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!  STOOOOOOOOOP!"
   "Would you *like* to go and get the plastic sheet and bucket, if I
stopped caning you?" he gloated.
   Beside herself with the terrible pain in her bottom, Jessica didn't stop
to think twice.
   "YESSSSSSS!  YES!  STICK YOUR WILLY IN MY THROAT!  MAKE ME SICK!  I'LL
DO *ANYTHING* FOR YOU!  PLEASE!  JUST STOP CANING ME!"
   "Very well!" smiled Peter, "You *may* take my willy down your throat! 
You *need* to make it squirt there!"
   Almost unable to hear Uncle Peter over her howls as she feverishly
rubbed her bottom, Jessica didn't even bother to protest.  Instead she
pulled out the bucket and plastic sheet from under her bed.  If Uncle Peter
wanted a very deep, very wet, sloppy blow job, just like he often made her
do, in order to stop caning her, then Jessica was desperate to give her
Uncle exactly what he wanted.  Uncle Peter would have no concern other than
how nice it felt for his willy deep in her throat.  Jessica saw the cane
quiver in Uncle Peter's hand and promised herself that this would be the
very best, the very deepest, the very sloppiest, blow job she had ever
given her Uncle before.
   "GURRRRRRRRRPH!  GURRRRRRK-A-GURRRRRRRK-A!  A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!"
   Jessica's compliant throat slipped up and down Peter's cock.  He was
standing with both hands on his hips as she knelt in front of him, her
hands around him holding onto his buttocks and obediently feeding his cock
down her throat.  Jessica was showing how good she could be in return for
no more cane on her bottom.  And Jessica was being very good indeed!  She
seemed to have no regard for how sick the terrible process made her;
instead she was totally focused on making her Uncle's willy feel as nice as
it possibly could.  Peter groaned; she was doing such a good job.
   "GAK-GAK-GAK-GAK-GAK!  CURRRRRRRRRPH!  GARRRRRRRK!  BLURRRRRRRRRPH! 
GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!"
   Peter moaned more loudly.  Jessica had picked up the pace and her head
was bobbing up and down as her throat stroked him, the slippery fiction of
her convulsing oesophagus stimulating the sensitive end of his penis. 
Jessica's efforts became more exaggerated as she worked to show just how
good a really good little girl can be.  Her head rhythmically jerked back
and forth as over half his length was exposed and then re-absorbed.  Peter
let out a strangled wail; Jessica was going to make him cum right in her
little throat.  He felt his cock harden and twitch in her throat and
Jessica's hands tightened on his buttocks as she readied herself for the
ride.  Peter began to pump his hips vigorously and Jessica held on to his
buttocks so he could enjoy her throat to the full.  Peter wailed with joy
as his sperm erupted into her and his whole body seemed to ache with
pleasure.  Jessica swallowed desperately as her Uncle deposited his very
large load in her gagging throat, filling her tummy with the liquid.
   Mrs Brown looked up from her book as Peter emerged from upstairs into
the kitchen.  She carefully picked the cotton wool out from her ears.
   "I've *finished* with Jessica now." he smiled, "By the end, she was
being *very* good!"
   Mrs Brown smiled gratefully.
   "Is she *worn-out* now?" Mrs Brown asked carefully, knowing all too well
that some of Peter's more severe methods of discipline could leave a girl
feeling quite washed out, "Only I'm going out tonight and Jessica has some
chores to do."
   Peter was never quite certain of what sort of `chores' Mrs Brown might
have in mind for Jessica, but he felt it was best not to ask.
   "Perhaps give her half-an-hour to herself.  And then maybe something
light for tea." he suggested.
   Mrs Brown nodded; the cotton wool hadn't quite cut out her daughter's
terrible retching or her good friend's moans of pleasure.
   "I shall be sure to do that." she agreed, "Thank you *so* much for
coming and seeing-to-her, Peter.  You *know* how truly grateful I am. 
Jessica is such a *handful*!"
   Peter nodded as he went towards the backdoor.
   "That girl really does *need* a spanking!" he agreed.
   "Yes!  Yes, *indeed* she does!" Mrs Brown said brightly, happy to be
back on her favourite subject.  Her good friend left, but not before a
brown paper envelope containing a helpful little contribution to Mrs
Brown's household budget had been deposited on top of the fridge by the
door.
   Upstairs, Jessica was finishing cleaning up the mess she had made when
her Uncle Peter had used her throat.  She was quite proud that she managed
to get most of it in the bucket; that was what being a good girl was all
about.  She caught sight of her painful bottom in the mirror; it was a
massive red swollen mess.  She ran her fingers over one of the more
prominent welts and bit her lip; if only Mummy would decide that she didn't
need any more spanking today.  Her bottom was so damaged and it hurt so
much; if she got spanked any more today, she might scream so loud that she
would burst her own ears!  Jessica cleaned the bucket, disposed of the
plastic sheet, lay face down on her bed, took hold of her teddy bear and
settled down for a good long cry.  She reached behind her, held her bottom
in both hands and began to bawl.  It felt like she'd been sitting in
burning oil, on her bottom, between her legs, between her bottom cheeks,
everywhere!
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   Mrs Brown had decided that twenty minutes was quite long enough for her
daughter to pull herself together, so she had gone upstairs to fetch
Jessica.  When she opened the door to her daughter's bedroom she saw
Jessica lying face down on her bed, holding her bottom and crying her eyes
out.  She shook her head in irritation; why was it that a mother's work was
never done, but naughty little daughters could laze around on their beds.
   "Jessica," she announced, "Amelia has a friend round for tea.  I'm going
out tonight and need to get ready.  I want you to sort out their tea.  Now,
make yourself useful and *don't* be naughty!"
   Jessica miserably got up and put on a T-shirt and skirt.  Her bottom was
so sore that she left her knickers off.  She went downstairs walking
stiffly, with her legs apart so the welts on her inner thighs and between
her bum cheeks didn't rub.  When she got down to the kitchen, Amelia and
her horrible friend, Mary, were waiting at the table.
   "Jessica *got* spanked!" Amelia giggled to Mary.
   "I bet she *gets* spanked loads!" giggled back Mary.
   The girls broke into uproarious laughter as Jessica gritted her teeth,
her face going red with embarrassment and anger.  Jessica cut slices of
bread from the loaf and put them under the grill.  Then she emptied a can
of the beans into a saucepan, lit the gas ring and gave them a stir.
   "Jessica *needs* a spanking all the time." Amelia confided loudly to
Mary, "She gets spanked on her *bare* bottom with allsorts!  You should
hear her *squeal* and *beg* Mummy to stop!"
   Jessica's anger got the better of her.
   "I *don't* get spanked all the time!  I *don't* get it on the bare
bottom!  I *don't* beg and squeal!" she shouted, moving towards her sister.
   Jessica and Amelia were soon arguing heartily about whether Jessica got
spanked, how loudly she howled, what she got spanked with, what parts of
her were spanked and how many people were allowed to spank her.  The
kitchen door flew open with a crash and Mrs Brown stood there, half dressed
and incandescent with rage.  It was at that point that Jessica saw the
smoke pouring out of the grill as the blackened toast caught fire.  With a
roar, Mrs Brown grabbed the grill pan, tipped the toast into the sink and
turned on the water.  Jessica gave a small strangled wail of terror and the
tears jumped to her eyes.  She felt her bottom clench with dread at what
her Mummy was going to do to her.
   Amelia grinned at Mary.
   "Now she's *really* going to get it!" she announced happily to her
friend, "You'll see her *bum* and everything!  I bet she *really* howls and
begs!"
   Mrs Brown pointed; she pointed to a place on the wall.  To most people
it seemed to be an interesting artefact, maybe an antique from an old
country-house kitchen, which indeed it was.  A two-foot-long,
quarter-inch-thick, inch-and-a-half-wide, wooden spatula made of some dark
seasoned hardwood.  It was one of Mrs Brown's severest spanking implements.
   "Fetch `the whacker', Jessica!" Mrs Brown ordered.
   Jessica threw herself on her knees in front of her mother.  The laughter
of her sister and friend hardly registered as she begged to save her poor
bottom from `the whacker'.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Mummeeeeey!  I'm sorry!  Don't make me get it!  Use a
wooden spoon instead!  I'll get your *biggest* spoon!  You can do it
*really* hard!  Boo hoo!  Please!  I *promise* to be good!  I'll stay still
when you spank!  Please!  Not `the whacker'!  I'll be good!"
   Mrs Brown's rage has subsided into cold fury.
   "I gave you a *simple* job to do, Jessica!" she scolded, "And you almost
*burnt* the house down!  Take your clothes off, fetch `the whacker', get on
the table on your hands and knees and stick your *bottom* out!  And don't
keep me waiting!"
   Terrified of annoying her mother even more, Jessica pulled her skirt and
T-shirt off and jumped across the kitchen, quite naked, to fetch the huge
wooden spatula from its hook on the wall.  She gave it to her mother,
climbed onto a chair and then onto the top of the kitchen table.  She knelt
on all fours and presented her bottom to her mother, dipping her back to
push it up the way she'd always been taught to.
   Mrs Brown regarded her daughter's bruised hindquarters.  The marks from
her recent caning were already starting to purple.  Mrs Brown was most
satisfied; a little bottom in this state would feel the strict effects of
`the whacker' much more intensely.  She turned to Amelia and Mary and
immediately noticed the fascinating smile on Mary's face; Amelia had her
usual glassy-eyed red face and was wriggling in her seat.  She decided that
this would be an excellent lesson for Mary on how, when she was a mother,
she might deal with her own naughty children.
   "Stand back, girls!" she said to her youngest daughter and her grinning
friend, "I'll need *lots* of room to spank this naughty bottom!"
   "Jessica *needs* a spanking!" Amelia tittered.
   "Yes, dear!" said Mrs Brown, grimly, "She *needs* a very *hard*
spanking!"
   WHACK!
   The impact of the long spatula almost knocked Jessica over.  A moment
later the pain in her bottom exploded, like someone had just pushed the bar
of an electric fire into it.  She gulped in air and screamed.  Mrs Brown
ignored Jessica, her brain had long since been desensitised to her
daughter's bottom-pain induced screaming.  This needed to be a very strict
spanking for such an unforgivable crime.
   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!
   `The whacker' was well named; the solid smacks of the long hardwood
spatula came to an agonising juddering halt against Jessica's small soft
sensitive bottom cheeks with an unerring regularity, as Mrs Brown carried
out her strict parental disciplinary duty.  Jessica screamed and begged her
mother to stop as her bottom waggled and bucked.  Every so often a furtive
little hand would sneak back and try to touch the welted bumpy surface of
her scalding bottom, only to find itself sharply reprimanded by `the
whacker'.  It would then be quickly snatched back, leaving her huge red
swollen cheeks open to a renewed vigorous bout of spanking.
   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  MY BOTTOM!"
   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  PLEASE!  DON'T SPANK!  I'LL BE GOOD! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!
   Mrs Brown wore Jessica's bottom out with `the whacker'.  By the end of
the long spanking, Jessica's squeals had become hoarse whining hics. 
Satisfied that perhaps her daughter had learned her lesson this time, Mrs
Brown relented.  It was only at that point that she realised that that was
another person standing in the kitchen.  Angela, the babysitter, was
standing watching with a broad grin on her face.
   Angela was a twenty-one-year-old student at the local university. 
Taller than Mrs Brown with short straight blonde hair, she was Mrs Brown's
favourite babysitter.  Angela didn't put up with any nonsense from Jessica;
Mrs Brown could guarantee that whenever she left Jessica in Angela's tender
care, Jessica's bottom would be spanked to a complete purple mess by the
time she returned home.
   Angela went and stood next to Mrs Brown.  She casually reached out with
both hands and mauled Jessica's bottom causing Jessica to moan and wriggle.
   "You've certainly *toasted* her cheeks, Mrs B!" grinned Angela, nodding
her head towards the burnt toast still lying in the sink.
   Mrs Brown laughed uproariously.  Angela was so funny and such a strict
disciplinarian too.
   "Gosh," Angela continued, "did you leave *any* bottom for me to spank? I
can *see* she's been keeping you busy today!"
   Mrs Brown smiled at Angela's enthusiasm; the girl quite reminded her of
herself at that age.  She liked to give Angela a little mentoring and the
opportunity of as much practice as Jessica's bottom could provide.
   "Jessica has been *very* naughty!" Mrs Brown announced, "I think she
might require a nice *hot* enema to calm her down!  And if she's *naughty*
when you give it to her then she'll *need* a spanking!"
   And with that Mrs Brown marched upstairs to finish getting ready and
Jessica was hauled up to the bathroom by Angela, who was impatient to get
on with things.  Amelia and Mary, both grossly excited by the bare naked
spanking they had just witnessed, already had their hands down each other's
knickers and were rubbing each other's little pussies enthusiastically, the
idea of their tea long forgotten.
   Jessica watched miserably as Angela prepared a hot bath for her.  As
usual, Angela was going to make full use of the chance to enjoy herself
humiliating and punishing the little girl under her charge.  Angela thanked
heaven for a woman so enlightened as Mrs Brown when it came to the
punishment of her daughter.
   Angela started to undress.  She could feel Jessica's frightened eyes on
her and it sent an excited shiver through her.  As Angela's sweater and
jeans came off, Jessica could see she was wearing a bodice made of black
leather straps that showed off more of her body then it covered.  Angela's
large firm breasts were exposed and she was naked from the waist down. 
Angela's pussy was shaven and Jessica could see that it was very wet. 
Jessica started to cry.  Angela was going to hurt her really badly.
   Watching Jessica start crying made Angela's pussy throb insanely.  Mrs
Brown would be out for hours and Amelia and Alan would take care of
themselves.  It was just her and Jessica alone together.  The child's
dark-red marked-up grossly-swollen bottom just made her want to spank it
even more, to hear Jessica shrieking and begging for her to stop.  She had
Mrs Brown's full permission to spank her daughter just as long and as hard
as she liked, and to do pretty much anything else with her as well.  Angela
reached into her large handbag and withdrew the big black strap-on penis
that she often used to devastatingly painful effect on Jessica's genitals.
Jessica gave a despairing wail and sank to her knees.  Angela's pussy
leaked juice as she fastened the strap on around her thighs and waist.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Angela!  Pleeeeease don't *use* it on me again!"
Jessica wept beseechingly.
   Angela smiled at her.
   "But Jessica, you've been so *naughty*!  You *need* to be punished!  I'm
going to *have* to punish you!  Do you *need* a spanking now?"
   "No!  No!  Please, Angela!  No!" wailed Jessica, clutching her poor
spanked cheeks, but Angela was already reaching into her bag to pull out
the wooden paddle she kept in there.
   Standing almost naked in her black leather bondage gear, her big black
strap-on sticking out and the nasty thick wooden paddle in her hand, Angela
was a terrifying sight to Jessica, whose hiccupy sobs filled the room. 
Angela pointed at the steaming bath.
   "Get in!" she said.
   Jessica's screams as Angela bathed her were tremendous; she howled from
the big soapy adult fingers that were firmly pushed deep into her small
reluctant holes, squealed from the burning water that felt like boiling oil
on her spanked bottom, and shrieked from the constant crack of the hard
puddle on her slippery soap covered bottom.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  ANGELAAAAAAA!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!  STOOOOOOOOOP!" Jessica
roared as her strict babysitter gave her another hard spank on her poor
bottom and the long disciplinary bath continued.
   Angela was having a wonderful time.  Her pussy was wet and squishy from
watching the delightful howling, jumping, weeping and explicit genital
display that Jessica was putting on for her.
   "You've been *so* naughty, Jessica!" she chided, "You *need* a
spanking!"
   "BWAAAAAAAAH!  BUT I *WASN'T* NAUGHTY!  I DON'T *NEED* A SPANKING!"
Jessica howled.
   Angela gave a throaty laugh and set about Jessica's bottom with a
renewed vigour, her trusty paddle working over the red bruised welted soapy
cheeks.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  ANGELAAAAAAAA!" howled Jessica as the
spanking carried on.
   Having thoroughly enjoyed herself giving Jessica a
good-hot-babysitter-spanking-bathtime, Angela turned her attention to the
promised enema.  Mrs Brown had demonstrated previously, on her extremely
distressed little daughter, how a proper punishment enema should be
administered and Angela had been dying to try it out ever since.  Mrs Brown
was of the opinion that an enema was not for the comfortable release of
childish bowels, but instead a horrendous painful humiliating punishment
where no opportunity was lost to extract the maximum disciplinary results
from the procedure.
   Jessica was stood with her face in the corner, her hands on her head and
her swollen multicoloured bottom on show as Angela prepared the punishment
enema.  Jessica mewled as she heard the clatter of the huge one-quart enema
bag being hung from the shower rail, the horrible scary sound of Angela
humming happily to herself as she selected an unbelievably long thick enema
nozzle to use on Jessica's anus and the nasty slick-slick-slick noise of
the enema nozzle being thoroughly lubricated; nothing but a full insertion
of the nozzle was ever counted as enough.  Finally, there were the sounds
of the foul mixture being prepared; water, uncomfortably hot to the touch,
antiseptic carbolic soap chopped up and mixed in and then some drops of the
burning ginger extract that made the inside of Jessica's bottom feel like
it was on fire.
   "Jessica, I'm *ready* for you now!" instructed Angela.
   Jessica turned around and gave a terrible wail of horror at what she
saw. Angela was holding up the biggest, most obscene, enema nozzle she had
ever seen.  Shaped like a huge adult penis with an oversized helmet at the
end of it and thick bulging veins covering its shaft, it was going to hurt
like nothing on earth when Angela firmly inserted it into her anus. 
Jessica fell on her knees in front of Angela and began to desperately
plead.
   "Boo hoo!  Angelaaaaaaa!  I'll be good!  Don't use that!  Use a smaller
one!  It's *too* big!  It'll hurt *too* much!  Boo hoo!  Oh please!  Let me
kiss your bottom hole for you!  I'll be *so* good!  And your wee hole!  Boo
hoo!  Oh, please-please-please!  Anything!  Don't use *that* on me!"
   Angela's pussy wept as Jessica begged for sex.  She'd use the girl for
her pleasure in the most outrageous ways afterwards, but not before she'd
really punished her.
   "Bend over the bath tub, Jessica," Angela instructed, "and hold on
*tight*.  It's going to take a *lot* of work to get this up you!"
   Whining with fear, Jessica did as she was told, presenting her up-thrust
bottom to Angela.  She felt the huge head of the nozzle parting her
buttocks and pressing against her sore bruised anus.
   "Please, Angela!  Don't!" Jessica whispered, almost to herself.
   Angela enjoyed the insertion of the nozzle thoroughly.  If Jessica's
screams and bottom jiggling antics were anything to go by, it really was a
most effective punishment.  Only the very firmest pressure combined with a
twisting motion, that Jessica seemed to find most uncomfortable, resulted
in the slow progress of the nozzle up Jessica's obscenely dilated anus. 
Jessica screamed and kicked and begged Angela to stop her strict
punishment, but the smiling young woman completely ignore the child's pleas
and didn't stop until the whole thing was up her.
   Angela admired her work as Jessica lay howling bent over the side of the
bath tub.  Angela reached up and started the flow of the enema into
Jessica's bottom; now her real fun started.
   As the pyroclastic flow of molten soap and ginger extract entered
Jessica's bottom, the shrieks erupted from Jessica.  Angela stood back and,
unable to resist any longer, began to masturbate herself as she watched
Jessica's bottom wriggle, twist, buck and twerk as the hot solution flowed
in.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  ANGELAAAAAAAAA!  STOP IT!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Jessica
howled, "I'LL DO THAT FOR YOU!  WITH MY TONGUE!  IT'S BURNING!  IT'S
BURNING ME INSIDE!  OH ANGELA!  I'LL BE GOOD FOR YOU!"
   Angela checked the bag.  The huge nozzle had allowed the large quantity
of liquid to enter quickly and the bag was almost empty.  Satisfied she
shut off the flow.
   IT'S BURNING!  IT'S BURNING!" howled Jessica
   "You *may* use the toilet!" Angela smiled.
   Jessica rushed to the toilet, noisily expelled the enema and flushed it
away, but Jessica's troubles weren't over.  The extract of ginger created a
terrible burning inside her bottom, like she'd just used the toilet after
eating the hottest curry on earth.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaaah!  It's *still* burning!" wailed Jessica.
   Angela smiled; she had had a really fun idea.  She pulled a plastic
bottle of soothing aloe face cream out of her handbag.  Jessica looked at
it hungrily; the thought of the wonderful relief of Angela's slick fingers
feeding it up her sore bottom hole was so attractive.  Angela took the
bottle, flipped the lid and squeezed a huge thick line of the cream down
the length of her strap-on.  Jessica's bottom lip quivered; she was going
to have to work for the relief the cold soothing cream would bring. 
Jessica got off the toilet where she'd been sitting, turned around, bent
over and held onto the toilet seat.  She dipped her back, parted her legs
and stuck her bottom out invitingly.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Angela!" she wept, "My b...bottom hole's
*burning*!"
   Jessica felt Angela moving behind her and the solid end of the strap-on
slipped between her bottom cheeks and touched her anus.  The delicious
cream was cold and soothing to the touch and the painful burning so hot
inside her bottom; biting her lip Jessica pushed back against the hard
strap-on penis.
   "NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" she wailed as the thick thing slipped deep inside
her bottom.
   Jessica held on tight to the toilet seat as Angela began a
smooth-actioned pumping of her little anus.  The tears spilled out of
Jessica's eyes as Angela enjoyed herself.  Angela's whole body tingled as
she pumped her hips and the stiff strap-on slipped in and out of Jessica's
poor bottom, the dirty windy noises starting almost immediately.  Angela
moaned with pleasure; Jessica was crying in the most lovely way as the
strap-on strictly punished her little hole.  The sight of Jessica's
severely punished bottom being displayed so intimately as the strap-on
violated her exposed anus was such a powerful one that Angela's pussy,
assisted by the clitoral stimulator at the end of the strap-on, was soon
pushed over the edge.  She grabbed Jessica's hips and began madly thrusting
the strap on up Jessica's anus as she moaned in joy at her approaching
orgasm.
   "YESSSSS!  OH GOD!  YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!  MMMMMMMM!  SPANK YOUR BOTTOM! 
YEEEEEEAH!  PUMP YOU HARD!" Angela bellowed as her body began to twist and
writhe as her orgasm arrived.
   Angela let out her signature high-pitched squeaking as her body trembled
and tensed and her orgasm ripped through her; always so strong after she'd
punished little Jessica.  It took her minutes to come down from her high as
she slowly worked her strap-on in Jessica's tiny hole.  As she withdrew the
strap-on Jessica's anus gaped obscenely and her clean pink rectum was
displayed to Angela.
   "And let *that* be a lesson to you, girl!" Angela remarked smugly.
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   Mrs Brown lay propped up in her bed, drinking a cup of tea and reading
her romantic novel.  She had had a very nice night out and Angela, her
wonderful babysitter, had reported that Jessica had been bathed, spanked
and given the most severe enema.  Mrs Brown had been most grateful to
Angela, who seemed to charge next to nothing for her services, and was most
keen babysit Jessica again next week.
   There was a timid knock at the door.  Mrs Brown didn't look up from her
book.
   "Come!" she intoned.
   Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jessica entering the bedroom stark
naked.  She pretended to carry on reading her book.  She saw Jessica move
reluctantly to the end of the bed and then disappear.  Mrs Brown watched a
large lump form under the covers and then move up towards her.  She smiled
slightly and parted her legs.  She felt her nightshirt being lifted up and
a small body crawling between her parted legs.  She put her book to one
side and settled down to enjoy herself; it was always nice when Jessica
apologised to her.  A hot wriggly tongue touched her pussy and began to
lick.
   Twenty minutes later and Mrs Brown's eyes rolled back in her head for
the fifth time and her body shook as another achingly wonderful orgasm was
wrung out of her by her daughter's busy tongue.  Mrs Brown moaned; she
could barely take any more pleasure.  She pushed Jessica away under the
covers and the licking stopped.  Jessica emerged, her head completely
soaked with a mix of tears, sweat and her mother's pussy juice.
   "I'm sorry, Mummy!  she wept, "I *was* naughty today!  I did *need* a
spanking!"
   Mrs Brown gave Jessica a wan smile.
   "Oh well, Jessica, tomorrow's another day." she said.
   Jessica nodded and turned to go out of the room.  Mrs Brown watched her
daughter's small bruised and blistered bottom cheeks wobbling towards the
door.  Her pussy gave a little throb; oh yes, that girl certainly *needed*
a spanking!
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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