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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Family Fantasy Book2-06of12 [WritersCramp]-(MFFf etc,nc,Rom, most other codes)
Date: Sat,  9 Feb 2002 19:10:14 -0500
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FAMILY FANTASY BOOK TWO-06/12
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

All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and 
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I DO need the feedback.


Chapter Eleven
     'And now, Margot, I think it's your turn.  Stand up.' Richard 
stood in front of her and they embraced in a passionate kiss.
     'Please punish me for objecting to your decisions, Richard.  
Punish me very hard.'
     He walked her to the end of the ottoman, directly in front of 
the two younger girls.  'Are you wearing panties, Margot?' He asked as 
he clasped one hand over her breast. 'I notice you are not wearing 
anything under your blouse. She feels very firm, Roger.  Much more 
than a handful.'
     'Yes a real man's woman.  Great fuck, too,' he added with a 
grin.
     'I agree,' Richard said, which made Jane gasp. 'Well, Margot?  
Any underwear?'
     'I'm naked under my dress, Master,' She answered in her 
"master and slave" idiom, which again caused Jane to shudder with 
anxiety.  Richard then spoke casually into what seemed, the air.   
'Mellors, the medium stiff, I think.  Perhaps a slightly springier one as 
well, please.'
     Within seconds a tap at the door and Richard called, 'Come in.'
     Mellors walked to the ottoman and laid two canes down.  Each 
shaped as illustrated in English schoolbooks with a curved handle.  
Mellors left the room without a word being said.
     Richard stood Margot with her shins against the ottoman and 
bent her over so her hands clasped each side. 'Back bent and bottom 
high,' he instructed.  The others were intrigued as they had not seen 
Margot put under the cane before.
     'Jane, you were the ultimate cause of this punishment so you 
can assist.  Raise her skirt well over her hips so we can get a good go 
at it.'
     'Please don't punish her, Uncle Richard,' she pleaded.  'She 
was only trying to protect me.  Let me take her punishment.  I will take 
all her smacks.   Please, Uncle Richard.'
     He took no notice.  'Raise it up, there's a good girl.'  As usual 
everyone knew that the beating was inevitable and Jane gave in, lifting 
the skirt so it fell over her back and literally covered her head as it fell 
down her sloping back. 
     'Now that's what I call a pretty picture,' Richard stated as the 
bare behind came into view.  'Spread your legs, Margot, for goodness 
sake, ee haven't got all day. More, woman, come on now.' Margot 
displayed to the two younger women in fine detail.   Her vagina, gaping 
open because of her widely spread legs, glistened salmon pink, labia 
engorged with sexual anticipation, formed two knife edges surrounded 
by a forest of dark curly pubic hair. Her clitoris stood up like a mini 
penis and just above, her puckered crinkled anus looked straight into 
Jane's eye.
     'Has Margot prepared herself for sexual intrusion?' Richard 
asked Jane.  She didn't understand what he meant.  'Has her pussy been 
made ready for sex?' He was not pleased with the young girl.
     'Feel her then.  Is she lubricated for easy access? Will he slip in 
easily?'
     Then she understood and reached out to touch the gaping pussy. 
 Surely, the slippery lubricant was present. 'Yes, she is, Uncle.'
     'Good.  Then you can administer the punishment.  Six cuts on 
the posterior as hard as you can.  I will forgive the others I ordered 
providing they are hard.  But if you go soft, she will get an extra six 
cuts for every soft one you give.  Choose your cane and begin.  Virginia 
will call the count.'
     'Oh, Uncle, not me please.   I couldn't bear to hurt dear Margot.'
     'For God's sake, do it Jane.  I need it now,' Margot almost 
screamed at her with nervous tension.
     'Forgive me, my love,' Jane wept and struck Margot across the 
centre of her two bottom cheeks, a red welt marking both sides.
     'One.'
     Margot flinched but bit her lips and made no sound.
     The cane landed again, slightly higher, with a loud crack.  Jane 
dare not give a soft cut and Margot cried out.
     'Two.'
     The third was as loud, sending burning fire through her body 
and her scream vibrated around the room.
     'Three.'
     Jane decided to end this quickly, landing two very quickly, 
below where the first landed, almost on the crease where her thighs met 
her bottom cheeks.  Margot's shriek lasted until the last one landed.
     'Four.'
     'Five.'
     'Six.' 
     Jane threw down the cane and collapsed to her knees on the   
floor, weeping violently.   'Forgive me,' she sobbed.
     Margot was crying silently, unable to move from her caning 
position for the pain was so great.  Amber had tears in her eyes but 
remained passive.  She had no wish to upset Richard while he was in 
this state.
     Roger shuffled in his seat but said nothing.  Richard sat back in 
his chair waiting for the tension to ease, not wanting to play out the 
total beast he felt himself to be right at this moment.  He was content 
with Jane's effort, as his roaring erection showed.  Amber knew he 
would want to be well and truly screwed tonight but she knew it would 
have to be oral and hand manipulated.
     Jane moved to Amber's side.  'I've got to go and pee,' she 
whispered.  'I'll be back soon.' As she made to leave, Richard said 
sharply, 'Jane, sit down.'
     'But, Uncle, I've got to go.  It's urgent.'
     'After what you've just inflicted on Margot, you'll stay until 
she's recovered.  Not before.' Jane sat but knew she had little time 
before it became critical to expel the liquid now pushing urgently 
towards its escape route.'
     Roger stood up and moved to Margot's side.  She had not 
moved, her red streaked butt still uncovered and raised in the air.  He 
produced a tube of soothing creme and began to massage it onto the 
tortured area, his hands moving slowly.  No one saw anything sexual in 
what he was doing, rather they were pleased to see Margot receiving 
relief to her painful buns.   Finally, Roger helped his wife up, kissed her 
cheek lovingly and eased her into her seat.   Despite the pain deadening 
salve that had been rubbed in, it was still tender but manageable, she 
found as she sat.
     Richard then placed a crystal vessel on the ottoman. Round and 
squat, about twelve inches high and half as wide again, the rim curved 
inwards and then back to leave a somewhat flattened ball with an inch 
wide lip around the top.  A small pouring lip was shaped on one side 
and the container was of the heaviest crystal.   Heavy and expensive.
     'Now you can go, Jane dear.'
     As she started to make for the door Richard instructed,  'Not   
outside, Jane.  We have all the facilities you need to ease your 
predicament.  Come on, up on the table.'
     She looked aghast, first at the bowl and then at Richard.  He 
certainly wasn't joking.  And then she realised her humiliation was to 
continue.  She hadn't been beaten tonight, but the indignities to her 
person certainly had not lessened.  There was no choice and she stepped 
up, facing the end where Virginia sat.  Soon the others had moved to 
that end too, anticipation written all over their faces.  Margot was no 
exception.  Perhaps they had all gone through this ritual before, she 
thought, but it's simply ghastly.
     'Lift your dress well up, dear and you can squat down but don't 
sit on it.   We'll just place it under you. There, now down you go.'
     She tried to slip her panties down but Richard indicated that 
she was to leave then on.  So she squatted with her bottom resting on 
the backs of her legs, the front of her dress bunched up around her 
tummy.  They could clearly see her white cotton panties, tight around 
her waist and the pubic area it covered.  The crystal "potty" was directly 
below her bottom, the back of her dress behind the container.
     'Open your knees just a little more, dear,' Margot suggested.  
'You don't want us to miss seeing you wet your little panties, I'm sure.' 
Jane obliged.
     'Whenever you're ready, Jane,' Richard prompted. 'Release your 
water.'
     She had no choice on two fronts.  Firstly the whole brigade of 
onlookers required her to do this humbling thing and secondly, she 
physically couldn't hold on any longer.  She now realised the pill she 
had taken earlier had been the cause of her discomfort and wondered 
how Virginia was holding out as she had taken one at the same time.
     She felt the first trickle run down the inside of her panties and 
then those looking directly into her crotch saw the yellow stain grow 
larger on the white cotton fabric as a stream flowed freely into the 
crystal pot. Slowly the level rose until it was about a quarter full. Many 
golden droplets had splashed around the sides to give a sparkling effect.
     Her panties felt hot against her tender skin from the expelled 
urine and she could not remember ever wetting herself before.  While 
she knew they had expected to see exactly what they had, it was no easy 
matter to participate in a public peeing.   Had she known what she was 
to participate in over the coming months, this would have seemed very 
tame indeed.
     'You poor little dear,' Margot cooed, as she patted the wet spot 
to remove any excess droplets.  Amber lifted the potty from beneath her, 
she exclaimed,  'Ooh, it's so hot.' In front of Jane, she kissed the side of 
the bowl and winked at the young lady who had provided the warmth.
     'Now, Joanne,' Richard spoke and almost immediately the maid 
entered with an armful of items, one being a washbasin.
     'Jane has disgraced herself Joanne.  Please clean her up and get 
her ready for bed.'
     Joanne worked methodically, removing the girl's shoes, 
stockings and finally her Alice in Wonderland dress.  She was left with 
a pair of stained panties and a chest bound with a crepe bandage that 
had been wound several times around, making the twenty two year old 
woman look all but flat chested.
     She slipped the wet panties down Jane's legs and placed then in 
a plastic bag.  Next a kettle of warm water appeared, and was poured 
into the basin.  Jane was made to step in, and Joanne proceeded to soap 
the young woman from her waist down to her toes.  After the soap was 
rinsed off Joanne had her step onto a small bathmat and patted her body 
dry with a warm fluffy towel.
     Then the ottoman was cleared and a white folded cloth was laid 
over the end on which Jane was motioned to sit. Not a word had been 
spoken since the maid came into the room as all were intrigued at what 
was happening.  Joanne motioned for Jane to lay back on the table, her 
legs over the end where she had been sitting.  Baby powder was 
sprinkled over the whole area that had been washed. Tummy, pubic 
region and down her thighs, gently rubbed in and then Joanne held her 
heels and lifted her legs high proceeding to cover her rear portion with 
the cool powder too.
     To Jane's dismay, Joanne then folded both sides of the cloth 
she had been sitting on, over her waist and pinned the two ends with a 
large safety pin.  As Jane tried to object, both Joanne and Richard 
placed hands on her shoulder and with their fingers to their mouth, 
indicated that Jane was to remain silent and still.  A sanitary pad was 
placed over her vaginal and anal openings and the third corner of what 
everyone now saw was an oversized baby's nappy, was brought up 
between her legs and fastened tightly with another safety pin.
     The young woman who had wet her pants like a baby in front 
of everyone now wore the most appropriate garment. Joanne produced 
one more item and proceeded to slide it up the baby's legs.  Jane saw 
the oversized pair of rubber pants go over the nappy and resigned 
herself to her fate. The strapping around her breasts was left in place 
and Joanne pulled a large babies smock over the baby's head.
     'Now it's baby's bedtime.  Everyone must kiss Baby Jane 
goodnight.' They all played the game, cooing and smiling directly into 
her face, tickling her under the chin, pecking her on the cheek.  Joanne 
raised her up and Baby and Nursemaid left the room.

     Neither spoke as Joanne walked her to her room, but when Jane 
walked in all she saw was a normal sized baby's cot where her own bed 
had been that morning.
     'I can't sleep like this, Joanne.  I'll need to pee in the night and 
probably something else too.  Besides the cot is too small, I won't fit.'
     'What you are wearing is just what you need if you wake up in 
the middle of the night,' Joanne reminded her. 'As for the cot: well 
you'll just have to make do I'm afraid.  Those are the orders.' She 
lowered one of the cot sides and pointed to where the young woman 
was to move.
     Joanne sat on the side of the cot.  'I think baby needs a drink 
to put her to sleep,' she said and opened her shirt to expose a large soft 
breast.  She cuddled the young woman in one arm, lifting the breast to 
her mouth. Jane felt decidedly cosy as she snuggled in the cradling 
arms, gently suckling on a nipple that was never going to produce   any 
nourishment, but was   soft, warm   and beautifully scented.   After   an 
exhausting day sleep overtook her quickly, and Joanne laid her baby all 
curled up on the cot, pulling a pink baby's blanket over her.


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