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FAMILY FANTASY BOOK TWO-03/12
Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer's Cramp 
MFF, MFFf, Ff, Rom, forced, coerced, nc, 1st.time, teen, spk, menst, ws, 
bdsm, etc)

This story must not be posted on any pay-site or used for commercial
purposes of any sort.

Characters:
Richard Simmons, wealthy businessman
Amber aged 18, wife of Richard
Cynthia, Amber's fantasy alter-ego
Roger Wright
Margot Wright, wife of Roger 
Virginia, aged 17, daughter of Roger and Margot
Edith Higrave, wife of local parson, aged 48
Jane Higrave, aged 22, daughter of Edith
Arthur and Joanne Mellors, Butler & Housemaid

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Chapter Seven
     Richard returned some hours later but their many questions 
were silenced when they saw a young girl step from his car.
     'This is Jane,' he told them.  'Jane works for me and may be 
staying for a few days.'
     'Oh, no...'  Jane gasped when she heard what Richard had said, 
but he took no notice.
     'At least she's staying for dinner and the night then, aren't you 
my dear?' He didn't look in her direction but she responded quickly.
     'Yes, Mr. Simmons.'
     He introduced her to all in the room, and Jane saw they were 
dressed in evening wear, far more lavishly then her long sleeved frock.
     'I haven't brought anything,' she explained.
     'It doesn't matter, my dear.  You look lovely,' he patted her 
shoulder in a fatherly fashion.
     They saw a young girl, probably in her early twenties, five feet 
six tall and a slim attractive figure. Her dark hair rested on her 
shoulders and while her face couldn't be called beautiful, she was 
indeed pretty, perhaps demure, Amber thought.  The other thing running 
through Amber's mind was, who is she, is Richard having an affair so 
soon after we were all married?
     Jane's frock was white with little floral motifs embroidered on 
the collar and above the bust line.  It had long sleeves and was 
buttoned 
up to her neck.  The outline of her breasts was tight against the fabric 
as were her hips and waist and while simple, it gave then a clear idea 
of 
the kind of figure beneath.
     Richard retired  to dress, leaving her in their care but despite 
their questioning small talk, her shyness kept her answers to a few  
words.  At least they discovered she worked in Richard's private office  
with a pool of several typists and had been with him for nearly a year.  
She lived quite nearby with her parents, her father being the parson at 
the local Episcopalian congregation.  This made them raise their 
eyebrows.  What would the parson think of his little girl dining in the 
presence of these sex deviates?  Margot and Amber smiled at each other 
in a knowing way.  It also made Amber more comfortable; it confirmed 
her faith that Richard wasn't dallying with this young lady.
     As Richard returned, Joanne called them to dinner, and for the 
first time Jane noticed all the women were wearing the same gowns, a 
light cream in thin material which hugged their figure at the bodice but 
flowed down over their hips.  She thought they looked stunning, even 
the youngest whom she was to know later as Virginia. 
     Richard escorted Jane into the dining room, and gave the other 
women some idea of what was to come at some later time during the 
evening.  'I have asked Jane here tonight as there are matters of great 
importance that need to be dealt with that only Jane can help us with.  
Isn't that so, Jane?'
     Jane looked downwards, most uncomfortably, and agreed with a 
feint, 'Yes, Mr. Simmons.'
     'Yes, well we'll look into those after dinner. Meanwhile I'm sure 
Joanne has a fine meal for us.  Let's enjoy ourselves shall we,' he 
smiled 
at them all.
     The family spoke of many things during dinner, only Richard 
trying to bring Jane into the conversation from time to time with little 
success.  Downright timid, Amber thought to herself.  Jane for her part 
remained decidedly quiet, and looked ill at ease throughout, glancing at 
whoever was speaking but never holding her head up and never 
allowing anyone to make eye contact.  Despite the food being of the 
highest standard, she hardly ate two mouthfuls, just picking with her 
fork.
     Finally after all had finished, Richard changed the course of 
their conversation as he spoke directly to Jane.
     'Well, Jane, I think now's a good time to commence talking 
about the problems that came to light today, don't you?'
     'Oh, Mr. Simmons, please not here.  Can't we talk in private?' 
she asked almost pleading.
     'Nonsense my dear, these people are all part of my family and 
they have every right to hear about...' He hesitated deliberately.  'To 
hear about these gravest of matters.'
     Now all eyes were on Jane, and saw the girl beginning to lose 
control of her cool.
     'You see, my dear, what you have done was not only the vilest 
of acts because you used the trust I had placed in you and cheated me 
for your own personal gain.  The consequences of your actions affected 
every one of these dear people present so it is their right to hear and 
witness what is to take place.'
     By now Jane held her hands to her face and she began to weep 
uncontrollably.  What Richard said had also given the other three adults 
some inkling of what this was all about.  Only Virginia was unsure, as 
she had not known why Amber had gone away for the day recently.
     'This is not helping your cause, Jane,' he told her calmly.  'Pull 
yourself together now.'
     She tried and slowly gained control over the heavy sobbing.
     'Jane stole a highly secret document from my office a few days 
ago and sold it to someone for money,' he told those around the table.  
'Isn't that so?'
     'Yes, Mr. Simmons, but I didn't sell it.  Like I told you, 
someone asked my mother to help him or her get the document and they 
gave her the money.  She explained that if I got it for her, she would 
get enough money to let them retire.   They are very poor, my parents,' 
she told him as though trying to justify her deed.
     'That's of little consequence to me, Jane.  The fact is the loss of 
that document was disastrous and had it not been for the actions of one 
person, may have caused the downfall of our company.  I told you that I 
fully intended to have you charged with industrial espionage which 
would see you go to jail for many years, probably at least fifteen.  I 
not 
sure I shouldn't still do that to stop you from doing such a thing to 
anyone else you may go to work for.'
     'Oh, no Mr. Simmons, please, you said you wouldn't if I came 
here willingly and took punishment from you instead.' She was now 
pleading with him not to change his mind, her face full of anguish.
     'That is true,' he agreed.  'But the condition I put on that was 
that you were not only to be willing to accept my punishment, you were 
to accept any form of punishment that I decided and that it would 
continue until I was satisfied you would not attempt such a vile thing 
again. Wasn't that what you agreed, providing I didn't call in the 
police?'
     'Yes, sir.'
     'Well then, before these people I want you to acknowledge 
those facts with your own lips.  Repeat after me:
     "I promise that I will allow myself to be punished for the 
dreadful things I have done, in any way that you decide and in whatever 
form you wish regardless of my own feelings.  I also agree that I will 
undergo these punishments for whatever length of time you decide.  I 
know I am able to leave whenever I wish but that if I do so before 
punishments are complete, that you will lay charges against me with the 
police."
     Jane gave her pledge word for word and was then made to sign 
the same agreement, which Richard drew from his jacket.  She signed it 
without hesitation.
     'Stand up young lady.' She burst into tears again.
     'Stop that.  Now you will go with Joanne here and do 
everything she tells you, without question.   Listen carefully to what 
she 
instructs because if you fail, your punishment will be all the more 
severe.'
     'Oh, please,' she pleaded, almost holding her hands out for 
support.
     'When you have carried out her instructions, return here and 
knock on the door three times then wait until you are summoned.   
From the time you re-enter, you are in our hands until I decide you have 
received sufficient discipline to change your ways for the future.'
     'Yes, Sir.'
     She followed Joanne out dutifully, without further sound.
     As soon as she left, questions came from all sides, and he had 
to quieten them down to bring them up to date.
     'She's how the document got into the wrong hands,' he told 
them.  'Apart from being naive and obviously manipulated by her 
mother, all she's guilty of is stealing a copy of a document that would 
have made little sense to her.  Her mother is apparently a high flier in 
local society and her husband's income as a parson came nowhere near 
paying the bills for her high lifestyle, so she conned her easily-led 
daughter to do her dirty work.'
     Amber butted in.  'But how did the man that paid her, know 
Jane just happened to work for you and had access to the document?'
     'He obviously had a good network going and from whatever 
source discovered the connection. Probably through the mother's society 
friends.'
     Margot then asked, 'Did you do that to the man in the forest 
yesterday?'
     'That was the man who did the blackmailing.  My people 
located him as he took his son home through fire escapes and the 
basement garage.  They really were a bunch of amateurs at getting 
away,' he conceded.  'I didn't do it, nor do I know, or want to know who 
did, but he deserved more.'
     'Richard, you didn't hurt the boy?' The question came from 
Amber.
     'He's untouched and probably doesn't even know his father is, 
shall we say, laid up.  He's back in his boarding school.' At least she 
took comfort from that.
     'Then this Jane,' Roger began to ask a further question.  'She 
is the one responsible for Amber's ordeal?'
     'The father is responsible.  She had no idea what her action was 
to lead to or that there was even blackmail involved.  But she's now in 
such a state that she will do anything she's told.  Let's adjourn to the 
study where there's plenty of room and plenty of good solid leather 
armchairs.  I hear they were used extensively for the beating of 
beautiful 
young women in earlier days.  Hmm?'
     When they entered the room they found most of the furniture 
moved to the side walls and in the centre on a large round fluffy rug, 
were five armchairs set out in a horseshoe, a leather-topped oblong 
ottoman in the centre and just in the opening of the horseshoe, laid on 
the floor was a large mirror.  It was perfectly round and about three 
feet 
across, made of much thicker glass than usual.
     'I will sit at this end, with Roger opposite and you three ladies 
will sit in the centre chairs.  We may have a little wait before Jane   
returns, but I'm sure the anticipation will be worthwhile.'
     The lighting was subdued all except for three hidden spotlights, 
one shining directly onto the mirror and two onto the ottoman.   
Virginia had said little after she heard what Richard had in store for 
Jane and seated her in the centre seat, at the back of the horseshoe.
     Richard smiled at her.  'Don't worry, Virginia.  She will receive 
only what's due to her and will probably grow to like it after a while.  
Remember how you behaved after one of your spankings?'
     'But I've never seen anyone else get spanked,' she said.  'What 
have I got to do?'
     The others laughed and Amber leaned over to kiss her on the 
cheek.  'Whatever you want to, or nothing at all, just see what 
happens,' 
she told the youngster.  'Just remember, whatever you see, hear or do, 
stays as a secret between us forever.  I know you understand that.'
     'Yes, Mum,' she agreed, now smiling happily.  She had 
suspected she might have been part of the punished rather than one of 
the punishers.
     After what seemed an eternity for those waiting in the room, 
they heard a small knocking on the door.
     'Come,' Richard called tersely.
     The door opened slowly and her head appeared around the 
door.  'Come on girl, don't take all day,' Richard almost bellowed at 
her.
     She moved quickly then, closing the door behind her, and 
standing with her back pressed against the closed door.  She saw the 
seating arrangement, which all but filled the room, and moved to the 
open end of the horseshoe as motioned by Richard.
     'Stand on the round, Jane.' She stepped onto the mirror as 
instructed and whimpered.
     'Were you instructed by Joanne?'  Richard asked purposefully.
     'Yes, Mr. Richard.'
     'Then you know that by entering this room you have accepted 
the opportunity to be punished for your wrongdoings rather than have 
them reported to the police?'
     'Yes, Mr. Richard but I'm terribly sorry for what I did.  I'll 
never do it again,' she pleaded.
     'Nonsense, girl, you knew exactly what you were doing and now 
all you're sorry for is that you got caught. Isn't that more like the 
truth?'
     'Yes,' she whispered, her head now bowed in abject penance.
     'Your punishment will be, I'm sure, far worse than you ever 
expected.  It will not only hurt, and hurt badly. It will also cause you 
great humiliation and at times acute embarrassment.   From this moment 
you can consider yourself under discipline.  You will do everything you 
are told to do, without delay or objection.  Do you understand?'
     'Yes, Mr. Richard,' she agreed, her head still bowed.
     'From now on, you will call the three ladies present as "Miss" 
and the men as "Sir".  Your punishment will last until midnight one 
week hence and you may not leave our presence until then.'
     'Oh, I didn't know I'd be here that long,' she gasped.  'I didn't 
tell Mother.'
     'You can take care of that tomorrow.  Now, hand's back.'  
Immediately she stood facing the five seated figures with her feet 
spread 
on either side of the mirror, hands clasped behind the middle of her 
back.
     'You have taken good notice of Joanne's instructions. Just 
remember, until you are told, you are not to move off the mirror for any 
reason.  Now let's take a good look at the naughty guilty girl.'
     Joanne had dressed the girl in an ivory shaded clinging silky 
dress, very short, in fact from where they sat they could just see the 
edge of her panties below the loosely flowing hem of the garment.  The 
top of the dress was held high up under her neck by a thin silken cord, 
which then ran up and over each shoulder to support the garment firmly 
against her protruding chest.  The bodice seemed to be split right down 
the front but the opening was held closed with the two sides being 
drawn together along the neckline cord.  The dress was tied around the 
waist with a silk cord.  The only other garment was a pair of slippers 
of 
the same material.
     Richard reached down beside his chair and flicked a switch, 
which lit a bright light at the base of the mirror. The brightness was 
shielded from the viewers, but the mirrored reflection gave them a clear 
view of the girl's panty-covered crotch.
     Richard reached down again and lifted into view a long thin 
whip.
     'They tell me that this is used by trotting drivers to urge their 
horse on to victory.  I'm sure it stings the horse, but it must be much 
worse on tender bottoms.'
     He flicked it and caught Jane on the backs of her thighs just 
below her bottom cheeks.
     'Ouch,' she squealed and jumped.
     'I did that Jane, so you would know we mean to punish you 
properly.  It will land many more times on your body, but all the harder 
unless you co-operate in your disciplines.  Do you understand?'
     'Yes Sir,' she nodded but the fear was clearly evident in her 
eyes.
     'Good girl.  Now we want to learn all about you. Please answer 
our questions quickly and most importantly, very honestly.  If we find 
you've told a fib, the whip will be used most severely.  Now let's start 
by telling us your full name and how old you are.  The others may like 
to ask you some questions too.' He looked at them with a knowing look.
     'My name is Jane Rosemary Higrave and I am 22 years old.'
     'You still live with your parents?'
     'Yes, sir.'
     'Do you have a boyfriend?' Amber got this question in.
     'Oh.  No, Miss.'
     'Have you ever had a boyfriend?' Amber continued.
     'I don't think so, Miss, at least not one that I date.'
     'But you're twenty-two.  Are you a lesbian then?' Roger 
warmed to the line of questioning.
     'Please, Sir, of course I'm not.  That's a disgusting thought.' 
Tears were  now forming and her voice began to waver.
     'Have you ever  kissed a boy, Jane?'  Margot tried to make her 
question sound innocent.
     'Only on the cheek, Miss.'
     Amber then couldn't help asking the next question. 'Are you a 
virgin then Jane?'
     'Oh, please Miss.  That's not nice.' She was blushing fiercely.
     The crack of the whip made the girl jump again and she 
squealed loudly, dropping a hand to rub the stinging thigh.
     'Just answer the question,' Richard instructed.  'And don't lower 
your hands again.'
     'Are you, Jane?' Amber prompted.
     'Yes, Miss.'
     'An intact virgin?  Is your maidenhead still intact?' Amber 
pressed.
     'Oh.  Please,' she hesitated but thought better of it.  'Yes, Miss, 
I still have my hymen.'
     'Then if you've never had sex how do you ease your sexual 
feelings, Jane?'  Richard asked the hard question.
     'Have you ever had an orgasm?'  Roger, this time before she 
had a chance to answer the first question.
     'I... I don't know sir.'
     'Do you masturbate then, Jane?' Amber pressed onwards.
     'No, I don't have to talk about these things,' Jane pronounced 
indignantly but the whip landed before she had even finished the 
sentence.  Twice.  Hard.
     'In fact, Jane dear, you do have to tell of these things.  It is 
part 
of your humiliation and you can expect far more intimate questions than 
these.  You deliberately refused to answer so you will now pay the 
price.  Turn your back on us.  Good,' he said as she did so.  'Now bend 
over and touch your toes.   Don't get up until you're told to.'
     'Oh,' was all she said before doing so, knowing full well that 
her pantied tooshie was to be displayed for all to see.   Richard used 
the 
tip of the whip to lift the short skirt above the panty line and they 
were 
all fascinated by the beautifully taut buttocks on view before them.
     'Stand up and face us again, Jane.  Now answer the question.  
Do you play with yourself?'
     'I am so ashamed to tell you,' she answered blushing violently 
again.  'But you make me so helpless to refuse. Yes, Sir, sometimes I 
touch myself in the dark when I'm in bed,' she finally admitted, her 
head 
bowed in shame.
     'Good girl. That wasn't so bad after all, was it?' Richard asked 
as though a statement.  'Now we can proceed, I hope, without any more 
nonsense.  Does it feel nice when you tickle yourself?'
     'I like to feel my fingers down there, Sir.  It makes me tingle 
and I breathe faster.'
     'How often do you do this to yourself?' Amber added to the 
question.
     'Just sometimes, Miss.  I feel so guilty afterwards,' the young 
girl admitted.
     Amber looked at Richard.  'I think she should show us what she 
does to herself.  It sounds such a dirty thing to do for an unmarried 
lady, that she may need to be severely punished for it unless it is done 
with the utmost of taste,' Amber declared, setting up the next scenario.
     'You are right, I do declare,' Richard agreed, and then 
questioning the girl again, asked, 'Do you remove your nightclothes or 
make your bottom naked when you do this, Jane?'
     'It's usually after I have my bath and I get under the covers 
without anything on,' she admitted.
     'In that case, I think you can show us exactly what you do, just 
where you are.  All you need to do is lower your panties a little and 
you 
can begin.'
     Jane hesitated and immediately the whip cracked across the 
backs of her thighs, causing her to jump as she cried out in surprise.   
The treatment caused her to immediately slip her hands under the silky 
nightgown and push her panties to mid-thigh, holding them in place 
there by opening her legs slightly wider.  Then in abject horror, 
knowing 
so many eyes were gazing on her predicament, so many men seeing her 
as no man had ever done, she moved both hands under her skirt again 
and while trying not to expose her most secret of places to their view, 
allowed one finger to lightly caress her virginal opening.
     She had closed her eyes, which allowed her to imagine she was 
in her room, alone and in bed, and the tips of her fingers sent shivers 
along her spine as the nerve ends reacted to this familiar and beautiful 
caressing.  Before long she felt her breath quicken and her legs begin 
to 
tremble.  It seemed as though she had never experienced what she was 
beginning to feel now.  Never had she felt the desire not to stop.   
Never had these feelings been so intense and never had they arrived so 
quickly or with such force.  It was as though she couldn't stop herself 
and so her finger pressed harder against the swollen lips, brushing over 
the special place just above the entrance until in front of all those 
looking on, this innocent virginal twenty-two year old girl experienced 
the oncoming orgasm that she had no way of stopping.
     As the climax took control, she cried out in rapture at the 
feelings travelling through her very being, tears streaming from her 
eyes, 
gasping for breath and finally collapsing onto the mirrored surface as 
her 
legs gave way. She sobbed uncontrollably at the feeling of release; her 
orgasm staying with her for an eternity before it finally subsided 
leaving 
a feeling of pure luxuriant bliss.
     As she laid there in peace with herself, not caring that everyone 
had seen the intimacies, Margot went to her side clasping her in a warm 
embrace, holding the girl tightly and whispering encouragement in her 
ear.
     No one else made a sound, all being quite overcome at what 
they had seen before them.  For many minutes all was still in the room 
until Jane finally stirred, opening her eyes to look first at Margot and 
then around the room towards the others who had witnessed the 
spectacle.
     Margot helped her stand again, motioning that she should 
remain on the mirror.  As Jane went to wipe the tears from her eyes and 
cheeks, Richard interrupted.
     'Leave your tears, Jane.  They will serve to remind you of the 
power of your womanhood and the results of your emotions.  Allow 
them to dry naturally.'
     'Have you felt like this before?' Amber asked.
     Catching her breath once again Jane replied, 'Never like that, 
Miss'
     'That is but the start of learning what being a woman is all 
about, Jane,' Richard explained.  'You have much more to experience 
but I must say I was moved by what I saw, as I'm sure your other 
Masters and Mistresses were too.'
     All agreed, including Virginia who had not said a word during 
the whole performance.
     'It is time to move on,' Richard said.   'Come here and stand in 
front of me.'
     She struggled to walk as the panties still at thigh height made it 
difficult.
     When she stood almost touching his knees he instructed,  'Place 
one finger between your legs again, Jane.' When she had done so, 
Richard asked, 'Is your pussy very wet, my dear?'
     'Yes, Sir, it is.'
     'Good.  Now remove your panties and hand them to me.'
     She dared not hesitate, thinking of the cruel cuts the whip had 
made when she last did so, and as they had all seen her slide the silken 
garment down this far; there wasn't any more embarrassment to remove 
it completely.  As she leaned over to retrieve the garment however, she 
became acutely aware that Roger and those on that side of the room had 
a close up view of her nakedness, and probably saw everything she held 
so secret.
     As she straightened up, she blushed pink again and couldn't 
help glancing around to see the knowing smiles of those who saw all.
     'After being with us for a week, I can guarantee you will not be 
embarrassed about anyone looking at your naked tooshie, my dear,' 
Richard promised her, smilingly.
     'Please let me go home.  Please, Sir, I won't ever steal anything 
again,' she pleaded.
     'I promise you, Jane dear, you will have the choice of leaving 
here after one week, or if you like we will call this whole thing off 
now 
and just call in the police. That was our bargain, wasn't it?'
     'Yes, Sir.'
     'Good, then let's see what you have to offer. Remain perfectly 
still, hands back.'
     Immediately she spread her legs apart and her hands were held 
against her back as she had been instructed.
     Richard, watching her eyes closely, brought the panties to his 
nose and sniffed deeply.  'Yes, you do smell delightful down there,' he 
assured her with a smile.  He then leaned forward and clasped her hips 
over the silky material.  'Step closer,' he instructed and she moved 
between his open knees.
     'Firm hips,' he commented and as his hands slid to cup her 
buttocks, added, 'and remarkably firm cheeks.'
     She remained very still, remembering the sting of the whip had 
she disobeyed.
     'Has anyone seen you nude, Jane?  Not your Mother, but any 
boy or man?  Has your father ever walked into your bedroom when you 
were changing?' These were asked while his hands were firmly 
massaging her bottom cheeks, his eyes following the embarrassment 
registered in her face.
     'Oh no, Sir, Mother would never let him.' 
     'Have you ever thought what it would be like to make love with 
a man, Jane?  Do you dream about doing that on your wedding night?  
Do you think about how to have sex with a man?'  Richard was now 
causing the innocent before him, to go through the cruellest of 
torments, 
for while she had some idea of what sex was about she never knew 
what was expected of the girl.  Just that her husband, whoever he may 
turn out to be, would do everything and tell her what she must do.  
Despite her age, she had no idea of how the act of intercourse took 
place other that her vagina and the man's "thing" became connected.
     'I'm not sure,' she said hesitantly.  'I thought I would learn 
after 
I was married.'
     The others in the room remained silent and still, watching all 
that was going on before them, excited as they anticipated Richard's 
next moves, seeing his hands continue to caress her bottom.
     'The first thing you must do, Jane, is to learn how to undress 
yourself in front of your husband or lover, without feeling embarrassed 
for exposing yourself to his gaze.  Can you imagine yourself doing 
that?'
     'Oh, no, I think I would die,' she exclaimed in shock.
     'I'm sure you wouldn't.  In fact, it's time for you to learn that 
being naked in front of others is no big thing at all.  Half the people 
in 
the world are made in exactly the same way as you, and most women 
have displayed their bodies to at least one man, and a lot to many men. 
So you are not unique, just shy.'
     'But I couldn't,' she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears again.
     'Nonsense.  You've already shown your bottom to Roger and the 
ladies opposite you, and it's only fair that we all should see the real 
Jane.  After all, it's only a small part of what you caused dear Amber 
here to endure by giving the information to your mother's friend.'
     'I'm really very sorry, Sir,' she almost begged.
     'Return to the mirror,' Richard directed, dismissing her 
objections.  The others could clearly see her vagina and pubic hair 
reflected toward them but the young girl was apparently oblivious to 
that 
exposure.  'Now, Jane, I want you to remove the cord from around your 
waist.  Good girl,' he assured her as the silken garment clung more 
loosely to her body.
     'Turn and face the fire, Jane.  Now I want you to lift the skirt 
high so we can all see the shape of your bottom.'
     By now she had learned that to disobey would only mean pain 
as well as humiliation and so she chose the latter rather than both.
     'Good.  Yes, you truly have a beautiful bottom my dear.  Keep 
your legs on either side of the mirror.  Don't you think she makes a 
beautiful picture standing before us?' He asked the others and in a 
chorus, they agreed.
     'Now, Jane, I want you to slowly turn to face us and as you do 
so, lift your skirt so that we can see your hip as it turns towards us 
and 
then as you face us completely you will hold your skirt high to display 
your secret place in all it's glory.'
     She didn't move.  'No, Sir, I can't,' she explained, but before the 
final word left her lips, the whip had stung her bared buttocks three 
times with a pain so great that she lost balance and stepped off the 
mirrored surface.  She quickly returned, receiving another cut from 
Richard, and knew she had no choice but to accept the humiliation they 
were requiring of her.
     It was worst when she had completely turned to face them, 
knowing her most intimate place was open to everyone's gaze; to men, 
women and a girl much younger that herself.  All looked into the apex 
of her legs, spread as they were to the sides of the mirror so that her 
entrance was open and exposed.  She bowed her head, hoping Richard 
would tell her to lower the skirt.   He did but not for many minutes.
     'You are a beautiful woman, Jane.  We will all gain much 
satisfaction over the next week as each of us leads such a beautifully 
formed woman through the humiliation she so rightly deserves.  Now I 
think there is only one more item before your first discipline and then 
you can go off to bed.'
     'Thank you, Sir,' she said as she made to move.
     'You weren't listening, Jane.  You still have one area to display 
to us.  Then you will receive your first of many punishments.  Then you 
can go to bed.'
     The girl looked at him, stricken.
     'You are not wearing a brassiere, are you Jane?'
     'No, Sir, Miss Joanne said I mustn't.'
     'Then please cup your breasts and hold them firmly.' He wanted 
to see just how well formed they were.
     'Thank you, now you can expose your breasts to us.' She looked 
at him, unsure of what was required.
     'Slide the bodice open so your breasts are displayed.' She now 
understood and found that the whole front opened wide as she slid the 
material along the cord below her neck.  Her hands covered the mounds 
but at Richard's command, she placed them behind her back.
     All saw that these breasts were not large, but were 
breathtakingly beautiful.  Firm, as they would expect for a girl of this 
age and tipped with the pinkest of rosebuds.
     Richard stepped in front of her, whispering,  'You must not 
move.'  He took each breast in his hands and kissed her firmly on her 
lips.  He felt her body go limp and quickly put an arm around her waist 
to steady her. But her ordeal was not over.
     'Present your bosoms to each person sitting before you.  You 
will allow each to caress and feel your breasts.   When you have 
completed that, you are to understand that for the next week, you will 
wear this tunic, just as it is, with your breasts on display always. 
Joanne 
has a new tunic for each day and you will not need panties.' He pushed 
her towards Roger, whose erection was clearly seen.  It took Amber's 
prodding to allow the girl to get away from his lecherous hands.
     Amber simply cupped each breast, kissed the nipples lightly and 
eased her towards Virginia.
     Virginia was not backward and caressed the protuberances 
generously to the extent that Jane felt the stirring of sexuality deep 
within her.  Margot allowed those feelings to grow stronger, finally 
kissing the young girl deeply.
     Jane instinctively knew she had to present herself again before 
Richard who had returned to his chair.  But instead of grasping for her 
breasts, she felt a lone hand between her legs as Richard cupped her 
love mound.   A single finger traced lightly along the opening.
     'You are still very wet, Jane.  That's good because it means you 
will become a good lover with such lubrication.'
     With that, he led her to the leather ottoman between their 
chairs, and spanked her bottom fiercely.  Roger and Margot had to hold 
her hands and legs to stop her getting up, and her screams echoed 
throughout the room.  Virginia achieved orgasm just watching but no 
one knew.
     Her sobbing lasted long afterwards and as the sounds subsided, 
Margot eased the girl up and cradled her face to her chest.
     'It's all right, little one, the punishment's over for tonight.  
Quiet 
now,' she encouraged, feeling the young woman's arm cling to her waist. 
Margot then softly caressed the spanked girl, easing her fingers ever 
lower until they cupped her vulva.  Jane made no attempt to stop the 
roving hand even when she felt Margot's finger push deeper into the 
crease of her pussy.  She just accepted the woman's softness and 
enjoyed the feeling as her clitoris was stroked lovingly.  The wetness 
remained and Margot used this to advantage, sliding her finger in ever 
widening circles, urging the punished girl to new heights.  Jane finally 
realised that for the first time someone else was doing what she herself 
did and enjoyed under the bedclothes, but this was far nicer. This was 
intense.  This had to be the best feeling.
     'Don't be shy, little one,' Margot urged.  'If it feels nice just 
come when you are ready.  Don't hold back. It's O.K. to come, really.'
     By now her teeth were clenched in nervous tension and 
gurgling sounds emitted from deep within her throat.  There was no 
doubt she was nearing her climax and she relished every minute, forcing 
the sensations   to intensity.
     'Yes,' she almost cried.  'Please don't stop.  Thank you, oh, 
thank you,' she gasped as the greatest feeling in her virginal life 
flowed 
through her body.  She shuddered in orgasm, squealing with 
uncontrolled pleasure, holding Margot so tightly that the instigator 
could 
hardly breathe.
     Richard could see that the young woman had taken all she 
could in this the first of seven days.  He rang for Joanne.
     'Bathe her now, Joanne, and don't put her through anything 
more tonight.  Bring her to our room by eight tomorrow after her 
morning   bath.   Same attire,' he instructed his maid.
     'Yes, Master.' She knew just when to use the servant vernacular.
     'We'll talk then, my dear,' he told Jane but she didn't seem to 
hear.


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