Why Tracey had agreed to fly out to Nice with the two girls she didn't know.  They were sixteen after all.  They should have been old enough to look after themselves.  But apparently old Fatso Chambers, their  father and Tracey's boss, thought 'they couldn't be trusted' on their own.  And Tracey was getting her air fare paid after all

Mr Chambers sighed with relief.  Not for nothing were his daughters known as the terrible twins.  Goodness knows what on earth they would get up to without somebody responsible with them.  And Tracey was an associate at Chambers and Chambers.  She was responsible, wasn't she?

"They're a bit of a handful, mind," he said, after all she'd better know what she was letting herself in for.

But Tracey was enthusiastic about it.  It was a chance to suck up to Fatso and get a free trip to the south of France into the bargain!  She could handle those girls.  Once she stuck out her chest and spoke with her authoritative voice she reckoned they would do as they were told.  She might only be five foot two inches in her stockinged feet, but Tracey sticking out her chest was a force to be reckoned with.  So she thought.

"I'd love to," she said when asked, thinking about the free trip, "The girls will be no trouble.  We'll have a real fun time all girls together."

Tracey was petite and blessed with abundant blonde hair and a figure of ample proportions.  And apart from her voluminous breasts she looked so young.  When she was beside the girls who were slimmer and taller than she was and wore lots of make-up you would have thought they were keeping an eye on her!

Emily and Lucy, the terrible twins, at five foot eight tall were six inches taller than Tracey and blessed with that confidence and ease of manner which comes of always having someone to back you up.  Blessed also with that mischievous nature that comes from always having someone to plot with.

"Come on Girls.  Carry the bags.  Jump to it!"

Tracey stuck out her chest when she gave the order.  Her breasts were impressively large for such a small girl and she felt sticking them out gave her a special air of authority.

May as well start as she meant to carry on.  She saw them glance at each other and reluctantly pick them up.  She smiled to herself.  She was already exerting her authority.  The girls didn't like being bossed about.  Good.
  
They checked the bags in and waited for the flight, and waited, and waited.

First it was one problem, then another, then the flight was cancelled.  They would be put up overnight in a hotel.

As they queued to get their hotel voucher Tracey ordered the girls to go and pick up their checked in bags that they'd need for the overnight flight.

"Come on, jump to it girls," she said, may as well start as she meant to go on.  

"Yes Tracey," they answered.

They slouched off ungraciously.  

"And it's 'Ma'am' to you!"

Tracey smiled.  They definitely didn't like being bossed about.   Ten minutes later they came back shaking their heads and looking serious.  Their luggage wouldn't be offloaded.  They'd have to make do with their carry-on bags.

Tracey groaned.  Her carry-on bags contained nothing but a book, and a box of paper tissues.  Poor Tracey wasn't the most organised.

As they were a 'family group' they were given a 'family' room with one double queen bed and one single bed.

"What are we going to wear to sleep in?" complained Tracey, "Come on, jump to it girls.  You'll have to rub through our underwear," she instructed the girls, "we'll need to wear them tomorrow.".  

"We've got pyjamas, Tracey" said the twins almost in unison.

"God'" thought Tracey," they're so efficient."

She was going to have to sleep naked.  And how embarrassing was that going to be!

"Come on Girls.  Jump to it!  Get your cases unpacked, and it's 'Ma'am', not Tracey, remember," she ordered - that would put them in their place.  The girls opened their cases smirking.  On the top of Lucy's case was a plastic bag with a bulky object in it.

"What's that?" said Tracey.

"Not saying," said Lucy.

"You will say!" Tracey stuck out her chest.

"Won't!"

"We'll see about that!" the girls were hiding something.  Tracey snatched at the parcel at the same time as Lucy made a grab for it.  It split and out fell an object that looked like a large pink plastic penis with the words Big Willy stamped on it.  Tracey picked it up.  It was buzzing and vibrating.  A girls' sex toy.

Tracey looked at the girls staring defiantly back at her.

"Girls!  Wait till I tell your father about this!"

"You wouldn't!  It's just a joke.  To take back to school.  We don't use it."

Tracey could see from their faces though that they had given it a try.

"You wouldn't tell him!"

Tracey smiled.  There'd be no more 'Tracey' now.  She had them just where she wanted them.

"Oh yes I would.  If you don't do exactly as your told.  You are going to do exacty as you are told from now on.  You're going to jump to it, aren't you!"

"Yes ma'am," they both answered.

Tracey ordered pizzas for the room.  And a bottle of red wine.  She needed something to relax.  She wasn't sure if the girls should drink.  They were after all only sixteen.  But then she thought  one glass wouldn't hurt.

Maybe it wouldn't have.  Tracey never knew because Emily's first glass ended up right down Tracey's front.

Had she done it on purpose?  Poor Tracey didn't know.  Her one and only travelling dress was ruined.  She pulled it off and threw it at the girls.

"Stupid girl.  Get everything cleaned," she shouted, "I don't care how.  I can't travel in that.  I'm having a shower.  Come on, jump to it!," and with that she stormed into the bathroom.

The girls watched her flounce off, and it is difficult to flounce in nothing but your rather sexy undies.

They looked at each other.

"Ooo!" said Emily.  

"Ooo, oo!," said Lucy.

This could be fun.

Tracey stood in the shower letting the hot water bounce off her naked body.  She'd given the girls the dress to wash in the sink, but red wine, what chance was there of getting that out!

She soaped herself down fuming.  She needed something to calm her down, relax her.  Then the thought struck her.  Big Willy!  She'd confiscated Big Willy.

Girl's self pleasurers always relaxed her, and my God did she need relaxing.

Checking the door was locked, she dried herself off and sitting on the toilet seat opened her legs wide and stroked her beautiful smooth cunt.  It was so nice and soothing just to stroke it, moving her fingers up the opening between her private lips and playing a bit with her pleasure spot.  

She took out Big Willy and switched him on.  Perfect!  Just the right size, he fitted perfectly as she slipped him up her cunt, buzzing gently and nicely stimulating the parts that needed stimulating.

She closed her eyes.  It was so relaxing.  Gently moving Big Willy in and out of her cunt, feeling the mounting excitement as he tickled her clitoris, until at last, pelvis bucking, and she exploded in ecstasy. She enjoyed the moment.  God, she needed that!

"We've sent the dress off to be cleaned," Tracey was startled out of her reverie by the sound of a voice.

"What!" She opened her eyes wide.  Oh My God.  She'd been caught naked with the toy up her cunt pleasuring herself.  How long had they been there.  Exactly how much had they seen!  How had they got in?  

"Sorry to interrupt when you're erm... enjoying yourself, but we opened the door from the outside.  It's easy to do.  You just turn it with a coin," said Lucy.

"Please don't stop on our account," said Emily, "we just thought we'd let you know the housekeeper's just taken your dress to be cleaned."

"What," shrieked Tracey, forgetting for the moment even to extract the plaything, "you've sent off my dress.  When does it come back?  It's a 24 hour service.  I'll be travelling in my knickers if I don't get it back."

"Oh dear," said Emily, "we sent your bra and knickers off as well.  You did say to get everything cleaned!"

Tracey shrieked.  The plane left at seven in the morning.  No time to buy anything.  She had to get her clothes back.  Whipping out the comforter and not even stopping to pick out a towel she rushed out of the bathroom, out of the room and into the corridor.  She could just see the housekeeper with the clothes disappearing towards the elevator and she ran off after her oblivious of the fact that she was stark naked.

Only when she reached the elevator and it had long gone did she stop to think.  She'd been a fool.  She'd panicked.  What with being caught in delicio delicto with Big Willy up her cunt and everything.  The thought of being watched playing with Big Willy sent her into spasms of embarrassment.  She looked down at her impressive bosoms.  Her blush had spread all the way down and covered her big bare boobies.  Big bare boobies!  It suddenly struck home to her.  She had rushed into the corridor totally starkers.  Panic set in again and she rushed back to the room and banged on the door.

"Girls girls!" she shrieked, "Let me in. I've got nothing on."

Giggles from inside the door.

"Girls!  Stop laughing and let me in.  Jump to it!"

More giggles.

Tracey raised her hand to hammer again, but then decided that was not quite the best idea.  It would attract attention, and for the next five minutes she alternately threatened and cajoled, but all to no avail; it slowly dawned on her.  They weren't going to let her back in!

She was alerted to the sound of voices coming along the corridor.  She had to hide.  Quickly she scampered off to the fire escape stairs.  She could hide there and decide what to do.

Back in the room the girls had collapsed in laughter.  Emily picked up her phone and picked up Big Willy.  They collapsed in laughter again.  Should they play with Big Willy.  No - they had Tracey to play with now.  And, she didn't know it yet, but she was going to provide them with endless amusement.

Tracey stood on the fire escape stairs with her chest stuck out.  That usually gave her confidence, but she was far from confident now.  It was clear the girls weren't going to let her back in.  The little tykes!  She'd give them what for when she got in.  And Tracey knew how to give people what for. She'd make them jump to it and no mistake.   Their father would get to hear of this and they'd be in real trouble.  Then she thought perhaps not.  Unfortunate details about how she came to be locked out in the altogether might emerge.  Details including a description of Big Willy and what she'd been doing with him.  Better just stick to delivering what for.  They'd be jumping to it with a vengeance from now on!

What was she to do now?  There seemed only one option.  She would have to go down to the front desk and get another key.  Should she go now and get it over with, or wait until later when it would be quiet.  She knew there was only one answer to that.  She had to get it over with.  She crept down the fire escape stairs to the door that led into the lobby.  She stood in front of the door, hands on hips, breathing deeply.  She was going to have to open that door march across to the front desk, explain that she'd been locked out and ask for a key.  She had to give herself confidence.  She was going to need it.  She counted up to ten.  On the count of ten she would do it.

"Eight, nine.... Ten!"

She pushed open the door and strode out.  Immediately a hush fell on the place.  Poor Tracey felt every eye on her.  Her hard fought for confidence melted away like snow off a dyke.  She felt her face burning, she felt the blush  spread down her front, she felt her mouth go as dry as if it was filled with blotting paper; her heart pounded, her face burned scarlet and her nerve broke.  She had been determined not to do it.  She had been determined to march nonchalantly to the desk, as if nothing were the matter, brimming with confidence.  Instead she found herself vainly trying to hide her cunt with one hand and her nipples with the other as she scampered across the lobby to the desk. 

"Quick, quick," she shrieked, "I've got nothing on."

Anybody who hadn't so far noticed that there was a big bosomed and completely nude girl in the lobby certainly did now.  The naked figure crouched beside the front desk, amply proportioned bare bottom quivering in rather a fetching fashion until the receptionist emerged from the back office and and she was able to ask for a key.

If Tracey hadn't known the meaning of the term naked humiliation before.  She certainly knew it now.

It took five minutes to get a new key card made out and all the time she could only stand there cringing in that ridiculous knock-kneed hand over cunt stance.  Finally she grabbed the key and scampered off to the loud amusement of all present.

 She trudged back up the fire stairs thinking out in full detail the tirade of what for she was going to give the twins.

She burst in through the door in order to surprise them and stood with chest thrust out ready to launch forth..  Her words died on her lips.  In front of her the twins had hooked up a camera phone to the television and were showing a video on the screen.  

The girl on the screen was naked, facing the camera with her legs wide apart displaying her cunt.   She was working herself with some enthusiasm using what looked like a very nice pleasure toy.  Her eyes were closed and her face grew ever more excited as she worked herself up into an ecstatic climax.  Loud grunts and groans came from her mouth as she bucked and her pelvic muscles contracted.  Tracey stared in disbelief.  The girl in the picture was her!

"Nice vid," said Emily, "it's amazing what a good quality you get with these phones.  Daddy will love it."

"No, no!" Shrieked Tracey, "You can't."

"Can't we though," said Lucy.

"You wouldn't."

"Of course not," said Emily.  Tracey heaved a sigh of relief, "provided you stop bossing us about"

"Of course," said Tracey staring at the screen where the looping video showed a close up of Tracey's smoothly shaved vagina where the beneficial effects of Big Willy were being supplemented by the manual stimulation of an engorged clitoris.

"Of course," she said, terrified of what the girls would do with the video. "Of course I won't boss you about."

"Indeed you won't.  We'll boss you about instead."

"What!"

"You can start by washing our undies through for tomorrow girl."

"Of course," said Tracey.  All she could think of was getting the wretched video off the screen.  She knew she should have exerted her authority.  She had plenty of authority normally, but her total nudity and her recent humiliating experience had deflated her completely

"Of course, ma'am," corrected Emily

"What!".

"Of course ma'am!  Come on jump to it!"

Tracey looked at the video and all resistance crumbled.

"Yes ma'am," she mumbled.

"Louder!" Said Lucy, "we can't hear you!"

"Yes ma'am," said Tracey.

"Louder, and jump to it girl," said Emily.

"Yes ma'am," naked and humiliated Tracey responded quickly.
 
The girls undies had been thrown on the floor and they had changed into their pyjamas.

Tracey bent down to pick them up., and as she did so one of the girls gave her a sharp slap on the bare backside.

"Come on little girl, jump to it," they were six inches taller than Tracey after all, "or you'll feel a slipper on your bottom."

Tracey jumped to it.

"Can I put something on," she wailed " er... ma'am"

"You know, I don't think you have anything to put on, girl."

"What am I going to do., ma'am"

"Oh, we have something very special for you for tomorrow."

"What?"

"What ma'am!"

"Ma'am, ma'am.  You stupid girls.  What am I going to wear," Tracey's exasperation broke through her fragile control.  Too late she looked up again at the video where her face was once more contorting in ecstasy.

She stopped and stared at the screen.

"Oh dear," said Emily,

"Oh dear," said Lucy.

"I don't think she jumped to it,"

"She did not!"

"Somebody's going to get a rather pink bottom."

"Somebody certainly is."

"You wouldn't," wailed Tracey, and suddenly recollecting herself, "you wouldn't ma'am"

."Oh yes we would!"

Climactic grunts came from the screen as Lucy turned the sound up, and Tracey knew she was beaten,.

"Kneel on the bed girl, bottom in the air, come on, jump to it!"

"Yes ma'am," Tracey hesitatingly complied, looking round anxiously as each girl armed herself with a slipper.

"Left cheek," said Lucy.

"Right cheek," said Emily.

"You know why you're going to be spanked."

"Yes ma'am."

"You've been a naughty girl.'

"Yes ma'am"

"Say it."

"I've been a naughty girl and I deserve to be spanked ma'am"

"In that case we'd better spank you then.  How should we spank you girl?"

Tracey realised what she meant.

"Hard ma'am."

"Ask to be spanked hard girl!"

Tracey bit her lip.  She had to go along with it.  She had no option.

"Please spank me hard on my bare bottom ma'am."
 
"Ow!  Ow!"

Tracey felt the cheeks of her bottom burning as she was spanked and spanked.  But what could she do?  They had the video and she had no clothes on.

"Ow!  Ow!"

And as the bright red cheeks of her bare bottom stung more and more with each successive spank she realized with a horrible certainty that from now on she was going to have to jump to it.


