 

Chapter 1.  A New Life
The dark room at the end of the corridor in the old house in Oxfordshire had a 
new occupant.  For many years it temporarily housed the occasional maid or 
nanny, none of whom remained in the position for more than a few months.  The 
room?s newest occupant didn?t have even the degree of choice that these other 
girls, poor though they may have been and consequently motivated to try to 
endure the taxing working conditions they encountered in the house.  Those girls, 
the nannies, housekeepers, and French Maids, who?d spent a anywhere from a 
few days to a few months living in this room while working for Mr. Edward 
Weston, and his nephew, Ralph, had all eventually exercised their choice to leave 
their employ.  Their departure usually indicated an act of rebellion against the 
strange requests and requirements from their employers.
Ashley Bancroft didn?t have such choices.  Her mother had recently remarried 
after divorcing her father, and her step-dad and mother had decided that they 
needed time alone together to start to enjoy their new marriage.  The presence of 
the eighteen-year old Ashley, who?d just finished high school in Boston, her 
mother and step-father felt, would distract them from one another, and the newly 
found passion that they were enjoying discovering.  Casting about for a suitable 
place to park the girl for a while, they had chanced upon the idea of sending her 
abroad to work for a year.  From an unexpected quarter they had received an 
offer which resolved many of their problems at once.  Ashley?s stepfather?s 
brother, her now Uncle Edward, had proposed that Ashley come to stay with 
them.  He needed, he explained, help around the old house in Oxfordshire, as 
well as company for his 18 year-old nephew, Ralph.  In exchange for some 
housework duties, Ashley could stay with them. 
This arrangement seemed idea to Ashley?s parents who realized that they would 
be freed of both the girl and her upkeep while she stayed at her new Uncle?s 
house.  Without inquiring much further into details, Ashley?s folks packed her 
and a suitcase of her belongings off to England, where Ashley was met at the 
airport by her new family.  
The lack of care with which Ashley?s mother organized her daughter?s new living 
situation was characteristic of her general lack of warmth and concern for her 
daughter.  Ashley?s mother, in early forties, was a handsome woman and had 
been when younger almost as attractive as her young progeny was now.  As her 
daughter came into the female fullness she?d inherited from her, Sarah Bancroft?s 
resentment of the natural passing of beauty?s torch from one generation to the 
next grew commensurately with her daughter?s maturation.  As a consequence, 
Sarah?s treatment of Ashley became colder and more severe as her daughter grew 
older.  
Ashley?s character, as a result of her mother?s disregard and temper, became 
diffident and meek.  She did try to please her mother, in spite of the impossibility 
of doing so.   At school she had friends and was popular, but she had never 
developed an ability to defend or speak up for herself at home.  
Sarah?s new marriage, and the evident fondness that her new husband didn?t 
avoid showing for the lovely teenager, was the final catalyst for Ashley?s effective 
banishment.   Ashley was unhappy to have to leave her friends, but many of these 
were off to college in the Fall, and she didn?t have prospects of spending much 
time with them during the Summer.  So it was with relief and excitement that she 
embarked on the adventure of going abroad for the first time.
Her first glimpse of her new family at the airport was reassuring.  As she came 
out of customs, a man approached her and called out her name.  Her Uncle 
Edward had seen her pictures, and recognized her from them.  He was about 50, 
his balding hair was mostly gray as was his beard.  Slightly overweight, he had a 
kindly look and soft eyes which charmed Ashley immediately.  She also liked his 
patrician English accent, and the gentlemanly way he took her suitcase from her 
and welcomed her.  He also had a certain formal stiffness that reminded Ashley 
of some of the British characters she?d seen in movies and TV shows.  
Her uncle carried her two bags for her, and led her towards the parking garage, 
while they chatted about her flight, about herself a bit.  He asked after his 
brother, her step-father.  Before long, they arrived at his car.  Ashley was 
impressed by the shiny, dark green, Jaguar.  It was not the latest model, but a 
somewhat older one evidencing more of a patrician, classic design.  The chrome 
shone.  She stood at the door, and he asked her, smiling, whether she intended to 
drive.  She blushed and went around to the left side of the right-hand drive, 
British car.  When he opened the passenger side door for her, she climbed in and 
sank into the soft, impeccably maintained leather interior.  She felt like a 
character in a PBS television special, or an actress in a commercial.
Edward climbed in opposite his niece, started the engine, which emitted a well-
mannered, but powerful, growl.  They drove out of the garage, and onto the 
motorway.  Ashley and her Uncle continued to exchange tidbits of information, 
getting to know one another.  Edward drove quickly but solidly along the initially 
crowded motorway.  Beyond Ashley?s window, the traffic and development of the 
airport area quickly thinned to verdant farming communities, and the occasional, 
picturesque, small town.  The overcast sky darkened as they drove, and Edward 
cautiously turned on the car?s headlights well before it was completely dark.  The 
interior of the car was warm and relaxing, fragrant of leather and privilege.
During the drive to his house, he had asked her about her interests and her 
school, and she had talked freely, quickly becoming comfortable with the 
avuncular man.  He had explained to her that she would be meeting his nephew 
Ralph the next day, when he returned from an overnight trip with friends.   
Arriving at the house in Oxfordshire, Ashley felt quickly comfortable with the 
plush, somewhat old-fashioned, very British, feel of the old home.  Edward 
explained to Ashley that she would be required to work for her keep, but that 
none of it would be too taxing.  Light housekeeping, serving at meals, and 
running errands would be most of what she would be required to do.  In addition, 
she would serve as a companion and helper to Ralph.  
As it was almost 8:00 in the evening, and Ashley had been travelling a long time 
and was consequently tired, Edward suggested a light snack, and that she then 
retire to bed, so as to be fresh for the next day.  Ashley was grateful, as she was jet 
lagged and almost unable to keep her eyes open.  Edward prepared a sandwich 
for her, as well as some cocoa, telling her that there would be time the next day or 
two for her to learn where things were and to start to cook for him and his 
nephew.
Ashley sipped her cocoa in the living room, while Edward told her stories of his 
family and entertained the quickly tiring girl, until he suggested that he show her 
to her room and that she get some sleep.  He led the girl up to the room at the end 
of the hall on the second floor, next to his bedroom, and indicated to her the 
bathroom down the hall.  
Closing the door behind her, Ashley opened her suitcase and unpacked her few 
belonging into the four-drawer, antique oak, dresser.  Looking into the mirror by 
the dresser, she observed her own features, tired from the long trip.   Quickly 
undressing, she put on the cotton boy?s pajamas she had brought, and walked to 
the bathroom, where she showered and made ready for bed.  Almost 
sleepwalking, she returned to her room, encountering her uncle in the hall as she 
exited the bathroom, and sleepily and respectfully bidding him goodnight.
In the darkened room at the end of the corridor, Ashley slept profoundly.  She lay 
on her stomach, her arms under the pillow cushioning her face, her shoulder 
length brown hair splayed decoratively over her the pillow.  She was partially 
rolled onto her left side, with her right leg bent at the knee and hiked up, as if 
readying herself to climb onto the pillow she embraced.  
She did not stir when the door opened and the light clicked on.  In the room at 
the end of the corridor, a ritual was to be enacted just as it had with the arrival of 
each new girl in the old house.  Edward walked confidently into the sleeping girl?s 
room, carrying a clipboard, a pen, and a small wooden box. 
The intruder walked up to the bed and gazed down at the young girl, and said,
?Ashley, wake up!  Ashley, do you hear me?  Hello??
There was no response from the slumbering girl, to which Edward showed no 
surprise.  He then said, speaking to himself,
?Well? my sweet little niece, you sleep rather soundly!  No matter, don?t trouble 
yourself, a little sleep will be good for that fair complexion and your girlish 
bounciness?which we will have many an occasion to bounce in the coming 
months!?
He chuckled, and, carrying the chair from the desk over to next to Ashley?s bed, 
sat down next to it.  He petted the girl?s brunette head, and gently pushed back 
the hair that covered her face, pulling loosed a few strands which had caught in 
Ashley?s puffy lips.
With evident deliberation and slowness, he put the box down on the night table 
next to him, took up his pen and began the ritual catalog he created for his 
charges on their first night in his house, speaking aloud as he wrote, 
?Ashley, you seem to have a sweet tooth which comes in very handy when feeding 
you drugged cocoa, don?t you?  Now, little one, you?re eighteen, I would say 1 
metre 60, and about 50 kilos.  Not an insignificant part of that will be in those 
well shaped titties, I?ll venture.  Why is it American girls so often have such pouty, 
puffy, lips, I wonder.  
?I suppose,? he continued, ?that we should just be thankful without inquiring too 
deeply into what makes those twin erection nuzzlers billow!  For my money, and I 
am not a betting man, Ashley, the puffiness of your pretty mouth is probably 
echoed in your other soft tissues, isn?t it?  Do you have big puffy nipples, for your 
new family to play with, and is your cunt also nice and plump??
?Hazel eyes, I recall, chocolate brown hair, long limbs,? he continued, ?but we?ll 
have to make sure, won?t we, Ash?? he continued, as he wrote.   ?Let?s get a little 
more detailed now!?  
Edward stood and grasping the covers from where they bunched at Ashley?s neck, 
he slowly peeled them back, pulling them all the way off the girl?s sleeping form.  
The unconscious girl presented a charming sight, wearing the tightish boy?s 
cotton pajamas which were stretched a bit across the parts of her anatomy which 
were distinctly un-boyish, her thighs, breasts, and buttocks.   Edward examined 
the sleeping girl, letting his eyes wander over her relaxed form freely.  His moved 
his face closer to her body, first up to her face where he inhaled the warm, soapy 
scent of the just washed teenager.  He placed his nose at the juncture of her jaw 
and ear, using it to part her hair and nuzzled the ear playfully.  Pulling back his 
head, he examined the swelling of Ashley?s covered bosom, then followed the 
depression caused by her waist and back up the hill of her hips, finally letting his 
stare slide down her legs to her sleek, naked ankles and feet.
?Can?t expect??, murmured Ashley?s uncle, ?this old PJ to withstand the pressure 
of covering such charming swellings too well, Ashley.  I can?t imagine that it will 
hold up too long.?   
Suiting actions to words, he reached down and hiked up the tail of the shirt 
Ashley wore from where it lay at the waistband of her pants.  Pulling it up, he 
bared a good portion of her upper midriff, to just below her ribs.  The pants? 
waistband pressed into her soft belly flesh above her bellybutton.  Edward 
reached for his box, and extracted from it a pair of small scissors.  He stood and 
walked around the foot of the bed, watching the girl intently all the while, then 
advanced on her from behind, gazing smilingly at her bottom, tightly encased in 
the old cotton pants, thrust out by her bent leg and jutting hip.   
He opened the scissors and holding one small cutting edge in one hand reached 
out for the girls waistband and grasped and pulled a gap open between waistband 
and flesh.  Deftly he cut a small hole in the back of the top of her pants, and slit 
the elastic inside, releasing the soft tension around Ashley?s belly.   Inserting the 
index fingers from both hands in the little hole, he pulled and widened it into a 4 
inch vertical tear above the girl?s bottom along the seam of her pj bottoms.
?Much better,? he sighed, ?tight clothes should not be worn in bed by young 
ladies!?   
Coming back around to the other side of the bed, he again sat down, and reached 
over and pushed down the now loose waist of the girl?s trousers to bare her 
bellybutton and the gentle swell of her belly.  He pulled down in front until he 
had bared the top of her pink panties, and reached over the girl?s hip to do the 
same in back, pulling the pants down further there, to where they tightened over 
the swell of her panty covered bottom.
Reaching into his box, Edward pulled out a tape measure.  Jamming one hand 
underneath the girl?s belly, he inserted the tail of the tape under her, and brought 
it up around her back to measure her waist.  He made some annotations on his 
pad, and gently pulled the tape out from under her, using his index finger to 
tickle and explore her navel while the tape slid from under her prostrate body.  
His fingertip continued probing the girl?s small belly indentation.  Ashley, in her 
sleep, squirmed slightly, to which the man responded by pushing his finger 
harder into her bellybutton and smiling.
He then slipped the tape measure around Ashley?s cotton covered thigh, high up 
her leg close to her crotch.  Ashley?s trim but plush thighs came under Edwards 
examination as well, as his palm encased and squeezed the flesh at the back her 
leg.  Again, made annotations on his pad, got up and walked around behind 
Ashley carrying his scissors and tape, and commented,
?Ashley, you have good thighs, just a hint of plumpness without being at all fat!  It 
will be very pleasurable finding ways of making you show them and the stripes 
they will be receiving.  Now, very important, niece, we need to attend to your 
posterior charms, where so much of our attention will be spent in the next 
months don?t we??
Edward knelt behind the girl?s out-thrust bottom, pulled on the pants at her hips 
tautening them across her rump, and, using one side of the scissors, carefully cut 
every third thread in the seam of her pants.   He used the tape to measure across 
the seat of her spread backside, letting his fingers graze the outline of the panties 
under her pj?s.  Then he placed his open palm against the lower curve of her 
asscheek, squeezed her there, then pulled his hand back slightly and smacked his 
palm down on the proffered cheek.
Ashley whimpered in her sleep and shifted around, which Edward took advantage 
of to grasp her shoulders and start her turning on to her back.  The girl, 
unconsciously protecting her smacked backside, completed the turn on her own, 
and came to rest lying on her back face up, belly bared.
?Tits!? murmured the girl?s step-uncle, which would have been unnecessary 
explanation of his goal to anyone who might have observed him, as his gaze was 
riveted on his niece?s breasts.  With no preliminaries, he cut two buttons  from 
her shirt, leaving only a top one above his target area, and another in the rucked 
up lower part of her shirt.  The shirt sagged open over the girl?s breasts, 
rewarding him with a view of the plump  flesh on the inside of each of her breasts.  
Her nipples indented the parted cloth of her shirt, and Edward ran a fingertip 
over one of her cloth-covered, nubs.   
Even in her sleep, the contact of his finger against her nipple caused Ashley?s legs 
and torso to shift and her boobs to sway under her shirt.
?Sensitive nipples, my filly, aren?t they?  Excellent!? exclaimed Edward.  
Unbuttoning the remaining top button, he slowly peeled aside the shirt?s two 
halves baring Ashley?s firm young breasts.  
?Large mamm?s,? he said, ?C cup, firm and high, with high, up-thrust nipples, big 
areola.?   With the motion he would have used to flick a crumb away, he snapped 
his index finger across one of the naked nipples roughly.  Ashley?s chest heaved, 
and her nipple poked out and reddened.  The other one reacted in the same way 
when it, in turn, was snapped.  Ashley whimpered in her sleep, and her breasts 
shivered.  Sleeping, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards her 
tormentor.  Edward smiled broadly.
Licking his index fingers, Edward touched the wet fingertips to Ashley?s nipples 
and coated the hardened central nubs with saliva.   He repeated his ministrations 
of her nipples, smearing his spit over her nipples.   As his thumb and index finger 
coated her plump nubbins the second time, Ashley?s back arched strongly, and 
her hips lifted slightly.  The third application of saliva to her tits caused her 
thighs to start to quiver.  Edward grinned.
 ?I think,? he whispered, ?that you have very sensitive titties, Ashley, and I?m 
going to design a special training program for them.  I wonder how they?ll like the 
feel of the ruler, or clothespins?  Hmm.. Ashley, how will you like having these 
big boobs of yours milked with all kinds of toys, squirmy girl??  
?You?re a good tweak and pull-toy, little niece,? he said following his own advice 
and grasping Ashley?s popped out eraser-like nipples, tweaking them between his 
thumb and index, and then giving them a long, slow, pull, stretching them out so 
that they pulled up her entire breast elongating it and making it into a cone 
whose apex was her imprisoned tit tips.   Ashley?s mouth opened and she panted 
lightly, as her entire chest heaved up to accompany her stretched out boobs, and 
when he released them suddenly her chest fell back.  Edward watched greedily as 
waves of flesh rippled in her breasts.   He inclined his head to her chest and gave 
each big nipple a long, slow lick, leaving a wet trail across each plump breast.
He stepped back and watched the girl, giving her time to relax.  Few of the girls 
whom he?d stripped and palpated unbeknownst to them on their first nights had 
reacted so strongly to stimulation.   His least favorite type would lie dead to the 
world, totally insensate to the indignities performed on her helpless flesh.  His 
darling young step-niece, he hoped, would be that other kind, diametrically 
opposed, who although rendered unconscious by the drug, and remembering 
nothing the next day, baffled at the soreness of her body, would nevertheless 
while under his ministrations squirm and cry out as if the indignities were being 
perpetrated on her in her dreams.  With luck, he hoped, she could be made to feel 
guilty for what she imagined she had dreamt.
Again, Edward used the tape and annotated various of his niece?s measurements, 
freely handling her as he measured the distance between her nippies, and the 
diameter around each breast.   ?You?re going to help me, Ash,? he murmured, ?to 
measure your bust, by thrusting your chest forward for me so I can slide the tape 
in.?  His mouth went to the nearer tit and fastened on her nipple.  Back and forth 
his tongue laved the morsel imprisoned in his teeth, alternating hard flicks of his 
tongue with strong sucks.   Ashley, once more reacted to her nipple?s stimulation 
by whimpering and, after another nip of Edward?s teeth, arching her back.  ?Good 
girly!? said Edward, sliding the tape beneath her body, and back over her bust.  
He added this very satisfactory measurement to the ones he had already taken of 
his victim.
?Sigh,? he said, ?goodbye for now, my new playmates.?  He withdrew the tape, 
and brought the shirt?s halves together, closing the two remaining buttons of 
Ashley?s pajama top.  
His finger traced the silhouette curve of Ashley?s body.  He started at her finely 
boned cheeks, tracing her long neck and graceful shoulders, along her bust and 
waist, down onto her hips, where his fingers abandoned her outer curves for an 
incursion to the interior of her hips, coming to rest on the buttons in the flies at 
her groin.   These buttons promptly ceded to his attentions and released the thin 
covering over the girl?s panty clad mound.
Carefully grasping both sides of her pants, Edward softly but firmly pulled them 
down towards her thighs.  In the rear, the material resisted momentarily, as the 
girl?s ass held the pants to itself, but an instant later the cloth started sliding from 
under her rump, loosened, and slid to bunch at her thighs.  Edward was 
heartened to find that Ashley wore a style of panty more risque than he would 
have expected.  They were semi-transparent, pink mesh, bikinis, with a lacy 
flower pattern.  Through the front of her transparent panties, Edward examined 
the finely haired pubis of his charge, a triangle of fair dark wispy hair forming a 
heart above easily perceived cunt lips, themselves almost devoid of hair.  
?Panties down!? ordered Edward, as if the girl could obey him.  He, however, had 
to perform the office for her, and grasping the panties, pulled their front down 
into her upper thighs baring her gently swelling pussy.   He raked his fingers 
through her pubic hair, starting at its top and combing the fair wisps down to 
where they sparsened.   There, one single finger became his ambassador, softly 
exploring the tender divide at the front of her pussy lips.   Again, Ashley, did not 
disappoint.  As her uncle?s finger glided over her hooded clit and started to stroke 
the canyon walls of the front of her vulva,  Ashley moaned softly and her hips 
twitched forward as her bottom clenched once.   Edward smiled, enchanted, and 
blew on her pudendum, letting his breath stir her pubes.
?One more charming bottom clench, Ashley,? said her uncle, and gently jammed 
his free hand under her only partially lace covered buttocks, to palm both half-
naked cheeks.  Again, his finger, this time liberally spit covered, pressed at the 
swelling of her covered clit, and this time the entire shaft of lubricated finger 
intruded between Ashley?s pussy lips, and nestled in the warmth there.  The 
finger performed small sawing motions against the girl?s body, and Ashley?s 
bottom, once more trembled with a slight spasm.
?Ashley, you are a natural bottom dancer aren?t you, darling?? Edward lectured 
his niece, ?won?t it be wonderful when your bottom dances on my lap, honey??
He continued his ministrations of her slit, and Ashley?s bottom took up the 
rhythm of his frigging, further encouraged by being squeezed in the same rhythm 
by the hand below her.
Edward now flipped the girl over deftly, using the hand from her bottom to guide 
her hip over.  Ashley turned easily over trapping her tormentor?s hand between 
her pussy lips under her body.  Her lacy panties covered only the lower curve of 
her full, rounded bottom, and not even that for long, as Edward yanked them 
down to her thighs, fully denuding her rump.   Her splendid backside jutted up at 
Edward, smooth, pink skin, leading to twin dimples over it.  Edward wriggled the 
fingers under Ashley?s pussy, and watched the sympathetic spasms begin in her 
bottom, as it tensed and relaxed.  At first, Ashley?s bottom trembled, her rump 
cheeks shivering slightly, as if her bottom were cold.  
Edward raised his palm high over his head.  His hand swung down in a long arc, 
connecting sharply with Ashley?s nude bottom, sending a sharp bounce through 
Ashley?s spanked cheek.   The girl whimpered and her bottom began churning in 
earnest as her uncle?s fingers bit into her vulva directing her bottom dance.
Edward watched Ashley?s nude bottom, while his own handprint reddened on it, 
writhe softly for a few moments, clenching and relaxing to the slowing pace of the 
friction his hand exerted on her pussy flesh.  As he quieted his motions, so too her 
writhing slowed.   Once her bottom had quieted, Edward leaned forward and 
kissed the mark his slap had left on his niece?s rump, and gently pulled his hand 
out from under her.  He opened and closed it repeatedly in the air, to reestablish 
circulation.  He looked down at his niece, naked from the waist to her thighs, and 
felt well pleased.   This was one of the best first night examinations he?d had the 
pleasure to perform, and he looked forward to the next days eagerly.  Already, he 
had some plans for his niece which would soon provide his nephew Ralph and 
him fine entertainment.
For now, though, he needed to address a need that had become most pressing 
while watching and fondling the young girl.   He stepped out of the room for a 
moment, and returned after a brief interval carrying a small towel partially 
wetted with warm water.
He approached the girl and considered her in her drugged sleep.   Her face, its 
side nestled in her pillow, was turned to him, her mouth open relaxedly.   He 
pulled open the flies of his pants, and released his confined erection.   The 
evening?s entertainment had taken its effect, and his cock dripped with pre-cum 
which had been flowing freely.  He dried himself casually using the washcloth, 
then walked over to the recumbent beauty.  Putting one hand behind her head, 
entwining the fingers in her auburn hair, he pulled the girl?s face forward towards 
his crotch and bent his knees, bringing his penis towards her face.   His cock 
touched the girl?s cheek, in a soft, sticky, wet meeting.  He used his hand to smear 
his secretions against her cheek, working his cock slowly towards the plump lips.  
Like some obscene lipstick, his cock slid onto her mouth, depositing its glossy 
balm on Ashley?s plump lips.
The unconscious girl turned her face away from his cock and turned her body to 
lie on her right side, and Edward, murmured, ?We?ll soon find a way to get you 
suckling cock like a good girl, but for now I think perhaps you want me to come 
on your freshly spanked bottom, as you?ve been so good as to maneuver it into 
position for me??
He stood and repositioned himself so he could bring his penis into contact with 
the girl?s bottom.  Placing the plum coloured head against her soft ass cheeks, he 
let his penis leak fluid on her until her bottom gleamed stickily.  With his palm he 
pushed his cockhead into her soft flesh and began a fast backwards and forwards 
thrusting over her bottom, letting his cock foray between the cheeks and be 
massaged by the twin globes.   As the girl?s bottom heated up from his attentions, 
she again began to shift her hips, and Edward simultaneously dug his fingernails 
into the girl?s left bottom cheek, scraped the soft flesh there deeply with his 
fingers, and then spasmed, flooding her bottom with semen.
The white fluid spurted over the girl?s nates, decorating them like sugar on a cake.  
Cum spurted into the deep cleft of her butt, strings of it spanning the cheeks like 
an iridescent bridge from one perfect half to the other.     Edward stood panting, 
somewhat shakily, and gazed fondly down at his niece?s jism-covered backside.
He smiled, gleefully contemplating the further excitement the next days would 
bring.  It took him only a few minutes to clean the girl up perfunctorily, pull her 
panties and bottoms back up and cover her.  
The light clicked off, and the door closed.  The room at the end of the corridor 
became silent once more.
Chapter 2.  The First Breakfast
?Ashley!?
Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, drowsily.  Her large, richly golden-flecked 
ochre eyes gazed sleepily at hew new room.   Ashley awoke, disoriented, slightly 
dazed.  Simultaneously she realized that she felt jet lagged and that she had been 
woken by someone?s knocking at the door of her room.   She groggily examined 
the room, taking in the old-fashioned stuffy furniture, and the weak, overcast 
light coming from the window across from her bed.
?Ashley, are you awake?  I?ve brought you some tea.  It is quite late and we?ve 
been waiting for you to get up.?  Her uncle was at the door.  Before she could 
respond, he had pushed open the door and entered, smiling.
?Good morning, Ashley!? he said enthusiastically, ?you?ve slept in quite a while, 
and Ralph has arrived.  We?ve been waiting for you to make an appearance, but I 
thought that you might perhaps need something to wake you up a bit.?  
Cheerfully, he placed the steaming teacup he was carrying on the dresser and sat 
in the chair next to it.  ?Up girl,? he urged, ?you?ll be needing to be up early so 
that you can bring me the tea from now on.  Well, just this once we can make an 
exception for my tired niece! Come have your tea.?
Ashley, fumbled with her covers, and sleepily sat up.  Her shortish brown hair 
was charmingly mussed, and her pretty face puffed a bit from her profound sleep.  
She yawned a bit and responded, ?Good morning, Uncle Edward.?  She was 
unaware, for the moment, that, due to her uncle?s doctoring of her clothes the 
night before, her pajama shirt was fastened with only two buttons, one above her 
bust and one at her bellybutton,  her full figure causing a substantial gape to form 
in the loose front of her shirt, showing the creamy-skinned inside of her proud, 
round breasts.  
She stood up, intending to reach over and take the cup of tea Edward held out for 
her.   Just as her shirt inadequately covered her, the waistband of her pants also 
failed to stay up, and her pants drooped down exposing one hip to the top of her 
thigh.  She became aware of the unaccustomed looseness of her clothes at 
precisely the same time as she heard her Uncle?s shocked, indignant exclamation:
?Ashley!  What in blazes are you wearing??  She froze as he pulled back the 
proffered teacup, setting it down again, while fixing her with a stern gaze.
?Young lady!  Is THAT what you consider appropriate attire in which to present 
yourself to your new family?  Have you not been taught some modesty and 
propriety?  You are dressed like a SLATTERN after a night of debauchery!  Your 
clothes are deplorable; they look like they have been ripped off you!?
?We will not condone? he continued, gazing at her with a new sternness, ?such 
wanton sloppiness here!  Why look at you, your body fairly bursting out of your 
clothes in public.  What have you to say for yourself??
Ashley was horrified and abashed.  She was standing in front of her uncle with 
clothes which gaped and practically fell off her, and the modest girl felt exposed 
in front of s practical stranger for the first time.   She stammered, ?I? I? didn?t? 
I mean??
?Enough!? interrupted Edward.  ?I know how to educate young ladies who are 
willful and wanton. I want you to go into that bathroom, brush your hair and 
teeth, and come down to breakfast EXACTLY as you are!  You are not to put on 
any clothes, even shoes.  If you are so eager to parade yourself in this fashion, you 
shall have ample opportunity.  Now, go, and be downstairs in 3 minutes dressed 
precisely as you are, or you shall be punished severely! Do you understand??
Taking the teacup with him, in fact sipping from it as he left, Edward strode out 
of the room and down the stairs, leaving an astonished, barely awake young girl 
in his angry wake. 
Ashley stumbled forward to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and 
combed her hair.  She looked at herself in the mirror, and embarrassedly 
explored her shirt for signs of what had happened.  Evidently, two buttons had 
fallen off the old pajama during the night, leaving her shirt gaping hugely in the 
center.  Though her breasts were big enough that only the inner flesh between 
them showed, she was, nevertheless, quite provocatively exposed.  In addition to 
her disheveled top, her pants would not stay up without being held, but hung 
loosely from one hip or the other, showing a good bit of her lacy panties.  She 
desperately considered changing clothes, or at least putting on a bra to hide her 
naked chest, but was too timorous to disobey her Uncle?s direct order to go to 
breakfast exactly as she was dressed. He?d mentioned punishing her, and she 
didn?t want to start her stay in Britain being grounded or having to do extra 
chores! Hurriedly, she finished combing her auburn hair, arranging it into the 
charming, neat longish page-boy she liked, and headed downstairs, holding her 
pants up with one hand.
The stairs in the old house were narrow and spiraled down.  The steps themselves 
were irregular in width.  Ashley had to step carefully to avoid tripping on the 
unfamiliar steps.  As she reached the bottom landing, she was called into the 
dining room by her uncle?s stern voice:
?Ashley!  Come in and meet your cousin Ralph.?  She entered the room.  The 
room was wallpapered in an old fashioned raised felt in a sepia pattern, sporting 
urns and intertwining vegetation.  In the middle of the room was a fair sized 
round table.  The far corner, by the large glass doors leading to the back garden, 
was taken up by a small grand piano.   Several bookcases and a small side table 
took up one wall, and several paintings were arranged around the room.  Most of 
these, though the distraught girl was too preoccupied with her predicament to 
notice it, featured partially unclad, somewhat cherubic, young females sporting 
with numerous, properly clothed men.
The compromisingly clad young girl stood just inside the room, holding her pants 
up with one hand, and attempting to keep her shirt closed with the other.  Gazing 
at her coolly from where they sat at the table were sat Uncle and a young man 
who she assumed was her new step-cousin, Ralph.  Ralph, Ashley noticed, had 
sandy hair combed neatly to one side, was tall and lanky and appeared slightly 
older than herself.  He was well dressed, and looked at her with a sardonic, but 
perhaps sympathetic smile.  Ashley thought he was quite good looking, with 
strong features, and an athletic build.   She was keenly aware of being presented 
to this young man in pajamas, and, worse, in pajamas that would practically 
falling off her were she to let go of the various bits she was holding tightly!
?Ashley is under the impression,? Edward explained to Ralph, staring at the girl 
sternly as he said this, ?that the style of undress she is in is appropriate, and to 
indulge our guest, I have decided that she should be permitted to wear it for us.  
Ashley, say hello to your cousin.  And stand properly.  Hands at your side!?
The girl let her hands drop slowly to her side, releasing her shirt and pants.  The  
shirt promptly gaped open and her pants slid down one leg, baring the sleek bone 
of one hip, showing a glimpse of her panties, and her thigh on that side.  She 
shuddered in humiliation, but managed a meek greeting.  ?Hello, Ralph.?  
?Hi Ash!? responded the youth, with a friendly intonation.  Ashley decided she 
liked him, and began to hope they would be friends.  Relief flooded her 
momentarily.  She blushed furiously as she saw that Ralph was casually and 
freely examining her body, realizing that the disarray of her clothes gave him 
plenty of opportunity to gaze at exposed flesh.  
?Go into the kitchen, Ashley, where you will find a tray of breakfast items 
prepared for us, and bring it here.  Quickly girl!?  Ashley turned and fled into the 
small kitchen and picked up the tray she found waiting there.   She walked back 
to the dining room balancing the tray?s contents carefully, and lay it on the table.  
Following her uncle?s instructions, she poured tea for each of the men, leaning 
forwards with the hot, heavy, teapot to pour into the small cups.  As she lent 
forward, she could feel her shirt spread itself wider and her breasts swing free 
and towards the opening in her shirt.  She dared not look up at the men, and 
prayed that they were not watching her.
Which, of course, they were.   Unobserved by the bashful girl as she poured each 
of them their tea, each man gazed languorously into the parted folds of Ashley?s 
shirt, tracing with his gaze the contours of the young girl?s heavy tits as they 
swayed forward pendulously.  When the girl turned away from one man to serve 
the other, the one behind her took the opportunity to study carefully her swelling 
bottom with its charmingly displayed, naked hip, made to jut further against the 
cotton pants by the girl?s bending away from her observer.
?Shameful, Ashley, your state of undress!? scolded her Uncle.  ?This is a lesson I 
expect we will have to emphasize with you repeatedly.  Go stand in the corner, 
but while serving face outward.  Oh, put your hands on your head and keep your 
gaze on the floor.  We?ll call you if you need to serve us.?  
Ashley walked over to the corner to which her Uncle had pointed and put her 
hands on her head.  This movement, as intended by her Uncle, caused her shirt to 
open even wider, and her boobs were on display baring both breasts almost to the 
inner edge of her aureolas.  In fact, as the girl trembled, the inner curve of the 
very large medallion of darker skin around her nipples would occasionally peek 
out at the two men from behind the spread open shirt.  Her shirt also rode up, 
baring her belly from the navel down, and her pants sagged in the center, 
revealing her lacy panties sufficiently that an inch or two of her pubic hair was 
visible under them.  
Ashley didn?t understand how she had gotten into this predicament.  She was 
always proper, even prudish, with her body, and suddenly she was standing in 
front of two men showing them more of her body than she?d shown anyone 
before.   She gazed down, and a tear sprang from her eye and coursed down her 
cheek.
Ralph and his father ate their breakfast, calling Ashley over once to refill their 
cups.   As she did so, she tried to hunch her shoulders forward so as to minimize 
the chances of a breast becoming fully visible, barely succeeding in avoiding her 
tit from coming totally out of her shirt.  As she walked back to the corner to 
assume her position though, her pants slid even further down so they now hung 
only by her lower hips, and bared almost the entire front of her panties, save for 
an inch or two at the depth of the V between her legs.
?Ralph,? Edward lectured, ?your little cousin is a perfect example of lax American 
upbringing with no standards or disciple!  Look at her, displaying herself as if she 
were a whore!  Coming to table with her chest exposed, breasts hanging free and 
swinging!  Do you think, young lady, that we are eager to examine every nuance 
of your undergarments at breakfast!?  
Ashley?s stomach contracted with fear.  Her new Uncle who had been so nice 
moments earlier and the day before, was now visibly and properly enraged with 
her.  She hadn?t meant to, but certainly her state of dress was a clear sign of 
slovenly disrespect to her hosts.  More tears rolled softly from her blurry hazel 
eyes.
?Turn around, young lady.  Nose in the corner.  Stand on your tiptoes, and stay 
that way until I return.?
Ashley slowly turned and faced the wall.  She stood on her toes as instructed.   
After a few moments, this became somewhat uncomfortable, but not too bad.  
She concentrated on the long, furry stripes, twining leaves and vines in the 
wallpaper.   She felt much better facing away from the men, as from the rear she 
was pretty effectively covered.  She heard Edward leave the room. 
She continued facing the wall, trying to guess what her cousin was doing.  She 
heard him finishing his breakfast and envisioned him looking at the paper in 
front of him.  In fact, her cousin was sipping his tea, and eating a toast, while 
staring at the new girl closely.  He was examining the swell of her hips, and how 
her rump filled her pajama bottoms, how her fine calves taughtened with the 
strain of holding herself on tiptoe.
Relaxing in his chair, drinking his sweetened tea, Ralph stared at Ashley?s thinly 
covered ass, tracing with his eyes the delicate pattern of the lacy panties visible 
through the cotton.  He watched frightened little trembling motions course 
through the girl?s thighs and buttocks.  Finally, Ralph stood and put down his 
cup.
He sauntered over behind Ashley.  She felt his warm presence just behind her, 
and the warm woolly smell from his sweater.  He stood next to her.  He placed his 
hand on her naked hip softly, soothingly.  She jumped slightly at the contact of 
his fingers against her hip, right next to the exposed side strap of her panties.  
She felt his fingers lightly stroke her skin and the lace there.
?Ashley,? he whispered, bringing his mouth up next to her ear, ?don?t worry.  My 
Dad has a temper, but he?s really a kind soul and his rages pass quickly if he isn?t 
provoked.  Try to stay on his good side and it?ll be fine!?
?He is reading his paper in the other room,? Ralph continued, ?you can relax until 
I see him returning.  Here, sit down on the floor there so you can jump back up if 
you need to!?
Relief coursed through the young girl.  Ralph was on her side.  He was 
sympathetic to her plight and was helping her.  She let herself kneel down and 
then sat on the floor hugging herself, closing her shirt.  For a few moments, Ralph 
bent down next to the girl, and smoothed her hair, whispering, ?It?s ok.  Don?t 
worry. It?ll be fine.?  
She looked up at him with her trusting clear eyes, wide in distress and incipient 
relief, and said, ?Thank you, Ralph.  I don?t know how I got myself into this 
trouble? it??
Ralph interrupted her.  ?Quick, he?s coming back.  Get back in position.?  He took 
hold of the pants at her hip, and in order to help her stand, pulled up on them.  
As he pulled, the remaining uncut stitches in the seat of her pajama bottoms gave 
way with a slight tearing sound, leaving an eight inch open tear in her pants at the 
very center of her backside.   She heard the rip, but had no idea what had caused 
it and was back facing the corner and on her toes when Edward reentered the 
room.  
For a few moments, he said nothing.  She trembled in the corner.  He approached 
her.  He placed himself behind her and addressed her softly, ?It just gets worse, 
doesn?t it??  She didn?t understand to what he was referring until she felt his 
hand, cold and immediate and intensely personal, rest itself on her backside 
where it was exposed by the tear.  She felt his finger on the naked skin of the 
lower, bared portion of one ass cheek, and realized that her bottom was partly on 
display.  She gasped.   Edward took the edges of the tear in his hands and pulled 
apart the seam of the pajama bottoms framing Ashley?s exposed, pantied ass, 
tearing the flimsy, already ripped, garment in half and completing the unveiling 
of his niece?s bottom.  
Ashley heard the tearing sound, then felt her pajama pants fall, torn, off her hips, 
slide down her legs, and pool at her ankles.  ?Oh?no?no?!? she implored, 
standing on her tiptoes, her long naked legs revealed stretched taughtly, her 
skimpy lacy underpants the only meager covering for the lower part of her body.
Both men stared intently at the full globes decorated but not hidden by Ashley?s 
panties.  Edward barked, ?Into the study, girl!  Don?t pick up your pants, I want 
you waddling in there.  I?ll have no more nonsense.  You are to be spanked for 
your sluttish showing off, and spanked soundly as befits a young girl who thinks 
it proper to parade her bottom and boobs to her uncle and her cousin.  We shall 
see if you are as eager to show off your anatomy once it has been properly 
chastened.?
Ashley?s tears began in earnest, and she froze, not moving until Edward gave her 
a push in the direction of the door.  She then began shuffling downcastly towards 
the door.  Edward and Ralph followed the girl towards the living room, gazing at 
her quivering bottom as she hobbled,restricted in her motion by the torn pajama 
bottoms at her ankles.
Ashley sobbed.   Ralph and Edward looked at one another.  They exchanged 
delighted grins and followed the girl into the living room.


Chapter 3. Ways and Means
The room into which Ashley shuffled her ill-clad form was filled with light.  As 
opposed to the darker, more formal dining area, the living room featured a large 
picture window looking onto a lush front garden protected from the street by a 
high, dark green hedge.  Yellow and green light from the flowers in the garden 
tinted the gauzy, translucent curtains.  One end of the picture window was 
darkened by the shadow of an elm set to the side of the house.
The wallpaper in this room sported the same vases and vegetation motif used in 
the dining room, but the felt of the pattern was a yellow shade of green, lending 
the room a more open, summery air.   Two large bookcases on the far wall flanked 
a large fireplace with an organically curved white marble lintel resembling the 
nacreous limbs of some creature half vegetable, half woman.  Two deep, 
comfortable, striped damask chaises set away from the window were separated by 
a low round table heaped with books and newspapers heaped and a large vase 
from which cascaded a selection of white and purple flowers in a formal 
arrangement. 
The floor was covered by a full, white, faux-fur carpet, extending almost to the 
edges of the room, leaving a wooden parquet border 3 feet wide on all sides.  The 
long hairs of the carpet felt warm under Ashley?s bare feet, the furry threads 
twining softly and comfortably between her toes.  
Warmth permeated the room from the large, glowing logs in the fire grate, the 
palpably warm air soothing on Ashley?s exposed legs. 
An overstuffed, dark tan corduroy sofa was set on the edge of the carpet towards 
the wall adjacent to the door.  The remaining wall was occupied by another 
bookcase containing a large television, as well as various shelves of books.  
Against this wall there was also leather armchair, larger than the other two chairs 
in the room, and an old, walnut, rolltop desk, its cover open.
The artwork on the walls in this room consisted of a pair of framed watercolors in 
bright washes of color applied over black ink, reminiscent of Dufy renderings.  
They both depicted the view from the privileged balcony of a hotel or villa, over 
the azure bay surrounding an old and established, wealthy, town.  The amber 
shoreline in the painting was dotted with impressionistic black brushstrokes 
washed in emerald green, which managed, though merely a brief flick of ink and 
color, to perfectly conjure palm trees.
Above the fireplace hung the largest painting in the room, an early twentieth-
century oil in a slim, silver, deco frame.  Warm sunlight from above and beyond 
the confines of the canvas illuminated a sculptor and the statue of a naked and 
well-rounded nymph he had been carving until the moment when she?d evidently 
come to life, and bent her head to join her lips to those of her surprised creator.  
The process of her incarnation was clearly still incomplete as the warm skin tones 
of her cheeks, upper back, and the one visible side of a perfect breast, had not yet 
diffused to her full buttocks and thighs, which still evidenced the cool whiteness 
of her marble origins.
Edward walked over to the chair by the table and sank into it, crossing his legs in 
the boneless, feminine, European fashion impossible to American men.  He gazed 
benignly at his niece, watching the girl look around the room.  Examining the 
setting, she felt a renewed sense of what she?d first felt in her Uncle?s perfectly-
upholstered car, a sense of being an intruder in a wealthy, perfect, life containing 
no elements of disorder.  Her current state of extreme dishevelment, both the 
torn rags barely covering her, and the emotions she felt, were the one 
incongruous element in the scene.  The one part of the tableaux needing work 
and polishing.
Her Uncle began speaking softly.  She stood in the center of the room, and Ralph 
watched from the vantage point of the sofa?s arm on which he sat relaxed.  
Edward?s words, she was surprised to note, focussed on precisely the feelings of 
inadequacy the girl was suffering.
?Ashley,? began Edward sonorously, lecturing, ?you are a lucky girl.?  He paused, 
while Ashley shifted her weight nervously on her naked legs and felt distinctly 
unlucky.
?I know,? he continued, ?that you don?t yet know this.  You are at this moment 
afraid; you are ashamed to be standing before us in your current deplorably 
attired state.  You feel awkward and exposed.
?Your current outward situation mirrors, possibly for the first time in your young 
life, your own inner turmoil and lassitude.  You are lucky--not insomuch as you 
are standing in a room displaying your tartish, next to and soon to be naked body 
to your relatives--but in that I am an expert in educating young people like 
yourself, adrift with no sense of their own balance and place in the world.
?Ralph,? he motioned to the young man, ?kindly fetch the camera and a notebook 
from the desk.?  As Ralph moved to the desk, crossing behind Ashley, Edward 
continued, 
?Ralph is a very dedicated photographer.  He shall document these training 
sessions for our future reference and your further education.  Ralph, please take 
as many pictures of these proceedings as you can.  I want to have an artistically 
compelling record of our youngster?s progress.?
?Look at me please while I speak, Ashley.?  Edward?s voice was gentle, but there 
was no doubt in Ashley?s mind of the seriousness of the orders they dictated, no 
matter how politely he might seem to be qualifying his demands.
?Why are you and so many young persons like you adrift and shiftless in this age?  
Why is it in your mind acceptable to entertain a low moral standard, to, for 
example, come to table dressed in rags.  Lack of respect, Ashley.  Lack of respect 
for others, and lack of respect for yourself.?
?You don?t care how you present yourself because you lack respect for yourself; 
you don?t care how you are perceived because you lack respect for others.?
?And, why is that?  There is a very simple reason.  It is easy to fall into the trap a 
little at a time.  It is easy to relax ones standards for oneself a little each day, 
suffering only the most minor consequences for each slip of control over oneself.  
The effect over a short period may not even be noticeable.  However, over time, 
ones standards and ones judgement are eroded to the point that one finds and 
even accepts oneself in situations which one would have been aghast to have 
envisioned at the outset of our journey.?
?Having understood the process whereby someone like yourself, with no evil 
intent surely, falls into turpitude, it becomes simple to conceive a method for 
counteracting this tendency.  And this, Ashley, is the cornerstone of the theory for 
my training program--of your training program for the next months, while you 
reside here, young lady.
?Instead of allowing the slow slip of standards caused by the normal consequence 
of small acts of lack of respect for oneself and others, we will magnify  the gravity 
of the consequences, so that even minor acts of defiance, disrespect, dishonesty, 
and breaches of standards, place the subject in an exaggeratedly disadvantageous 
state.  Rather than being unaware of the small toll exacted by a small loosening of 
standards, the excessive discomfort it will cause you will make you aware of the 
seriousness of that downward course.?
?Do you understand my point to now Ashley??
Ashley?s lip trembled, and she refrained from answering.  Edward waited 
patiently, regarding the nervous girl, and seeing that her Uncle clearly expected 
her to say something, she stammered, 
?I... I think so.?
?Good, good.  By the way, Ashley, when you?re not being trained, as you are at the 
moment, you may choose to call me ?Uncle? or ?Uncle Edward,? but while in one of 
these sessions, you shall please refer to me as ?Sir? and you shall use that title 
whenever you address me.  As in ?Yes, Sir? or ?I think so.  Sir?, or, should I be 
requesting information from you and it be appropriate, ?No, Sir.?  The latter will 
not likely be your response when asked to perform some action, though.  Please, 
keep that in mind??
?Yes, Sir,? responded Ashley, feeling quite clearly where control of her current 
situation rested.
?Good.  Hands on your head again, please.?  Ashley again placed her palms 
behind her ears.  Her shirt, as expected, gapped open, revealing her belly.
?So, you are a lucky girl.  Lucky because I know what ails you, and luckier still 
because I know how to cure you.  You will leave this house having acquired a new 
elegance, confidence, and aplomb.   When you complete your training, you will be 
a young lady who you would now, at this moment, idolize and wish to emulate.?
Edward stood, and walked to the fireplace, and rearranged a log in the fireplace 
using an iron poker dangling from a rough, wrought iron stand next to a small 
pile of logs.  He put a hand on the mantlepiece, and turned to look at the girl.
?What are the elements of my training program?  They are simple: self-respect, 
discipline and obedience, honesty, and language.?
?You will be expected to be disciplined and respect yourself and others.  You will 
be expected to be obedient and honest, and to use language precisely and 
creatively.  Conversely, a lapse of any of the above will result in your being 
quickly and emphatically stripped, temporarily, of your self-respect, of discipline 
being imposed on you arbitrarily and seemingly unfairly, of your being subjected 
to cruel, coarse, and denigrating language.  
?One of the strongest stimuli I will use to counter tendencies which would 
otherwise over the course of time cheapen you and your self-worth will be to 
instead immediately lessen your own momentary self-image.  
?This will be done by causing you humiliation and embarrassment.  A moment?s 
forced degradation now will prevent you from subjecting yourself to many years 
of unconscious self-degradation in the future.   Your humiliation will be 
accomplished using language, physical posture, and sometimes a certain amount 
of pain. 
?Pain, Ashley, is not something I believe in per se.  It will never be the principal 
focus of your treatment, but will be present only to force you to concentrate on 
the moment.  Pain is evanescent, temporary.  while it is being felt, however, it is 
most efficacious at making us aware only of the present.  
?The pain, the humiliation, all will fade quickly.  They will be a strong contrast to 
the majority of your time here, during which you will be treated like the respected 
and respectful person you will become, and subjected to the kind of life to which 
you would otherwise only aspire fruitlessly.?
Edward stopped speaking, gazed at his tremulous niece, and indicated the desk 
behind her with a crooked finger.  
?Please fetch me the black leather trainer from that desk, Ashley, then resume 
your current position.?  
The girl looked around to the roll-top desk, and hurried over to it.  On it lay a 
number of notebooks, a fountain pen, a cigar cutter and a box of cigars.  She 
looked towards her Uncle, shyly questioningly.  
?Open the first drawer, Ashley, inside you will find a box.  Put that on the desk 
and open it.?
The old wood of the drawer slid smoothly on its well-waxed hinges, and Ashley 
lifted out an inlaid wooden box a bit wider and flatter than a shoebox, and about 
twice as long.  She opened it.   The lid came off entirely, releasing the smell of old, 
oiled leather from the contents, at which she stared.  She stood motionless, 
looking into the box.  She didn?t understand what all the items were, but they 
made her think of horses and riders, and of the traditional hardware that ensured 
one did the bidding of the other.  
From among the belts, cords, silvered clips and other items in the box, she drew 
out a long, slim wand, encased in stiff leather.  It was thicker in the handle, then 
flattened and tapered along its 18 inches of length.  Another last 6 inches were 
added to it by a doubled loop of pliable leather stitched to its end.  This was, 
Ashley thought to herself, what made the horse go.   Her mind seemed to fill with 
cotton, and only slowly evoked her Uncle threatening her with spanking.  A 
dropping feeling she had in her belly was proof that her body was less slow than 
her mind was in making the obvious conclusions.
She held this out to her Uncle, and shuffled over to him.   She then went back to 
the center of the room, and slowly placed her hands on her head again.
?Two things Ashley,? commented her Uncle, as he walked up behind her.  He 
tapped on one calf with the training whip softly.  ?Elevated heels serve to 
lengthen the female contour, bring out the curves of the calves and thighs, as well 
as thrust forward the bosom, and rearwards the posterior.  As such, they improve 
female posture and self-image.  We will be procuring you an admirable collection 
of these shortly, and except where for one reason or another you are required not 
to wear them, you will be expected to always do so.
?As you are not suitably accoutered at the moment, please stand on your tiptoes 
to at least emulate some of the required effect.   The girl obeyed, stretching her 
shoulders and torso upwards, taughtening the back of her legs and rising on her 
toes.
?Secondly, the remains of this shirt,? Edward said as he walked around Ashley, 
then used the whip to trace one inner edge of the gap in the pajama shirt, its 
leather tip softly scraping down the inside of Ashley?s partly covered breast, ?are 
an insult to your looks and to those of us who are observing you.  Please remove 
it.?
Ashley gasped and made no movement, as if by pretending she hadn?t heard this 
she could prevent the order from having been given.  She blinked her eyes 
humidly.
Edward watched her for a moment, then he held the baton up horizontally and 
placed it slowly in front of her mouth.   He gently pressed the center of the whip 
against Ashley?s lips.  Without conscious thought she opened her mouth and 
allowed her Uncle to rest the baton on her teeth.  ?Hold that please, and don?t 
slobber on it,? he instructed.
She brought her teeth down on the whip softly, tasting the leather and feeling the 
stitching on her tongue.  Edward disappeared from her viewpoint and she turned 
to look.  She watched him looking into the box on the desk, and selecting what 
looked like a long flat ruler.  It looked twice as wide, perhaps two inches wide, as 
a normal ruler.   Edward looked up at her.  She quickly looked forward, and heard 
him come up next to her.
Edward held the wide ruler at one end, and swung it back.  He looked down at the 
girl?s pantied bottom taughtened as she stood on her toes, selecting his target.  
The lower leg seams of the girl?s lacy underwear left a few inches of springy 
buttock flesh uncovered, facing back at him, below which her bottom cheeks 
curved under to merge with her thighs.
It was this part of Ashley?s uncovered bottom cheeks onto which Edward brought 
the wide ruler smacking down.  He slapped the whippy wooden slat across his 
niece?s jouncy ass three times in quick succession before she fully registered even 
the first blow.
Ashley?s mind first heard the loud splat of the rod against her flesh, followed a 
split-second after by a burst of stinging sensation in her bottom, which, due to 
the measured force of the blow, was intense but superficial.  The two more slaps 
which followed the first almost without a pause deepened the sting considerably.
?Oowwww!  Fuck!? exclaimed the girl, and brought her hands down quickly from 
her head, to clutch the lower cheeks of her posterior.  As she shouted she dropped 
the training whip from between her teeth.
Edward quickly took hold of her slim wrists with his free hand and held them 
together easily.  ?Ashley, there are many rules you will need to be taught,? he 
said, pulling her arms back and up by her wrist, forcing her to bend forward 
slightly and thrust outward her bottom.  ?On your toes!?   She tried to rise on her 
toes from the awkward slightly bent position, which caused her weight to shift 
forward so she was balanced only by her uncle?s pull on her arms. 
?You will be allowed, even encouraged,? explained Edward, ?to moan and cry??  
He thrashed the ruler across the naked lower slope of Ashley?s naked right 
bottom cheek violently, making it shake with the impact, ?but you will NOT be 
allowed any exclamations, especially any foul language.  Any violation of this will 
immediately entail additional and severe punishment.?  A strong ruler spank 
across the left followed, and Ashley suited action to his indication by panting 
exclamations, ?Ah? Ah? Ah??
?You?ll have far greater temptation, I assure you, to use profanity than you?ve 
been given in this initial little bottom warming, young lady!  Your pudgy backside 
has only acquired the first shades of pink which will be warmed to a nice red glow 
by the end of this session, I assure you!
?You?re also,? SMACK!!! went the ruler, ?NOT to let anything drop which you 
were told to hold, whether it is between your teeth,? one quick flick of the ruler 
landed on each thigh?Ashley whimpered and wiggled under the lashing, ?or,? 
continued Edward, ?between your round bottom cheeks, or your big, hanging 
boobs!
?Hands back on your head! Resume your position!? ordered Edward, releasing 
Ashley?s hands.  She rubbed the pinched flesh of her wrist quickly and stood 
upright, placing her hands on the sides of her head, in the original positions she 
had held.  Her quivering thighs strained as she again came up on her toes.
?That?s right,? Edward commented, taking the whip from the floor and using it to 
once more trace the contours of the girl?s open shirt , ?you?ll learn to be obedient, 
slut!  Your body, so long as you don?t treat it with the respect it is due, will be 
subject to the most base treatment and description.   Now, as I ordered before, 
you are to remove, immediately, this sorry excuse for a shirt?  
Slowly, but without wanting to appear to hesitate, Ashley, unbuttoned the 
remaining two fasteners on her shirt, and pulled the cotton shirt open.   Her 
large, pale breasts came into view, and her silver dollar sized, deep red-pink 
nipples were exposed to the observation of Edward and Ralph.   Edward pulled 
the shirt the rest of the way off her torso, leaving the girl totally topless, with her 
breasts hanging before her, taughtened by her outstretched arms perched behind 
her ears.  Her slim naked belly rose and fell with her fevered breathing.
?Well, Ashley,? commented Edward, running the tip of the whip along the outer 
curve of her right breast, ?you seem to be pretty well endowed?your tits are full 
and fat, and those big, dark, nipples of yours are going to definitely need to be 
tugged and pinched to encourage your behavior!?  The whip gently slid over the 
full, white, flesh of her right breast, and the leather loop at its end softly indented 
her areola, bending her nipple over, before it sprang back into position facing 
slightly upwards.
?So, our little Ashley is, as you can see Ralph, bountifully hung with good sized 
boobs.  Which as we?ve seen she seems to want to take every possible occasion to 
show off in skimpy, inappropriate dress!  Don?t you, Ashley?  Like to flash those 
tits?  Tell us, now, what size are they?  What size bra do you wear, when you do 
wear one, which you evidently don?t seem to want to do around us??
Ashley?s lips trembled with shame and shock, as she stood on her tiptoes, 
displaying her naked chest to the two men.  Her uncle?s raw comments on her 
body, and the way that she was being forced to display it, made her want to sink 
to the carpet and cry.  But she didn?t dare move.  She knew she had to answer.  
?I? I wear a 34 C? I always wear a bra ?Owww!?
This last yelp was caused by the training whip swiping through the air and 
landing on her panty covered bottom cheek.  ?Ashley, if I want elaboration from 
you, I shall ask for it!? commanded her Uncle sternly. ?Ralph, please go to your 
cousin, and stand next to her.  I shall be needing your assistance with some 
preliminary training.?
The boy stood and walked over to where the girl stood whimpering, tears coming 
to her eyes.  He smiled at her, but she could not bring herself to meet his eye, 
embarrassed at his being able to examine her feminine contours, clad only in her 
transparent panties, and at his observing her being spanked like a child.
?A few terms, now, Ashley, with which you will need to be very familiar!  These 
are the standard panty positions.  You are currently in the panty up position.  
That position may well, we will find, need to be kept to a minimum.  
?Then we have the panties well-up position: that is with your panties wedged well 
up into your bottom and cunny lips.  Ralph, please help Ashley to assume panties 
well-up!?  
Ralph bent towards the near-naked girl, and took hold of the waistband of her 
panties in the rear  He pulled up slowly on the material, causing the lace to begin 
to bunch.  He continued, and the lace thickened into a scratchy cord of material 
and slid along the girl?s curved asscheeks, up into the deep cleft between the 
pinkened, jutting cheeks.  Ashley felt her bottom being uncovered of what little 
protection it still had, and her breath came in panicked pants.  Her legs and rear 
writhed and squirmed delicately, as if to try to slow the process of having her 
bottom exposed.  
?In the panties well-up position, which Ralph is helping you with, your naughty 
bottom cheeks should be naked and held apart by the panties wedged in them.  
Now Ralph, please help her with the front of her panties??
Ralph let his fingers trace across her hips, and then came down on one strip of 
lace which snugly held the side of Ashley?s panty on her hip.  He began pulling 
this up.   He repeated the same on the other side, causing the lace to pull into the 
cleft between the girl?s genitals and her legs, making her little front mound puff 
outward daintily.  ?No Ralph, make sure that her cunny lips are well separated,? 
corrected Edward.
Ashley looked straight ahead in order not to see what her cousin was doing to her, 
but she felt his fingers slide onto her mons and felt his thumb and index finger 
take hold of the side seam of the front gusset of her panty, stroking familiarly 
over one puffy vaginal lip.  She moaned in shame.  Ralph tugged the seam into 
her delicate cunt slit and the yanked upward on the front of her underpant with 
his other hand.  Ashley?s body jerked softly upward as he hauled the lace into her 
slit.   
Edward commented, ?Ashley, you are sweating in a most unladylike fashion!  The 
sheen on your tits is most unbecoming.   You must learn to keep yourself more 
presentable!?  He reached out and placed his palm on one upturned  boob, 
smearing her nervous perspiration over her chest and lightly squeezing his 
niece?s bouncy, ripe young tit.
Ralph now wedged the other side of her panty gusset into her slit, actually 
pinching her pussy lip with his fingers and pulling it out of the lace in which it 
hid.   Ashley whimpered, and tears rolled down her cheeks.   
Edward queried Ralph, ?Please tell Ashley what constitutes the correct panties 
well-up position and indicate the portions of her slutty anatomy which she needs 
to ensure are in place?
?Well,? Ralph said, ?her panties will need to be hauled well up her hips on the 
side?? he traced her hips with his palms, then descended onto her exposed ass, 
letting his palms cup and jostle the warmed cheeks.  ?Her bottom must also be 
uncovered, like this, with the panty pulled well into her bottom-crack, and the 
cheeks held apart by it.?   His finger traced the cloth bunched into her bum.  ?In 
front, Uncle, Ashley?s cunny should be split open by the cloth of the panty, and 
the lips,? he traced her delicate fleshy lips with a finger to the girl?s astonished 
alarm, ?must be well out of the garment, enveloping and covering it.?
?Very good Ralph.  Now, please help Ashley with the at-thigh position.
?This position is one you will like, Ashley, as it will allow you to exercise the 
exhibitionistic tendencies you seem to be determined to show us, by showing us 
your naked ass and pussy.  Isn?t that what you want, little one??
?No, oh no?? whimpered Ashley.  Her uncle reached out and lightly grasped her 
right nipple, pinched it between his fingers and began pulling it.  ?It will do you 
no good to lie, girl,? he said, ?so I recommend you ask Ralph please to pull down 
your panties.  Now!?  He squeezed her nipple hard and pulled the breast up by it.  
She whimpered and responded, ?Please,   aaahhh, pull my panties down for me.? 
?Say sir.? Commanded Edward, giving her another strong nipple tug.  ?Pull them 
down, please, sir!? she whispered.
Ralph took hold of the bunched up panties, and jerked them off her hips, pulling 
the lace out of her bottom crack and her slit, and bunching the panties at the top 
of her thighs.
Both men looked at the stripped girl, examining her silkily dark-haired triangle.
Her uncle cupped one full ass cheek with one hand, and hefted the near breast 
with the other.  He indicated to Ralph to do the same on the other side.  The boy 
placed a hand on Ashley?s naked seat, and also grabbed a bare tit.
?Ashley has clearly been wanting to have her feminine, plump little body pressed 
and weighed like this, so let?s oblige her.  Get a good handful of her bottom cheek 
and her boobs.  Do you feel how softly plump she is?  That?s right, rock her a bit 
by her naughty body, back and forth, back and forth.  Push on her butt, then pull 
on her boob.   Now mash her breast back a bit, and make her bottom rest on your 
hand!  Good.?
SMACK!  SMACK!  Edwards hand slapped Ashley?s full bottom rhythmically.  
Ralph held her steady using his grip on her other buttock.
?Ashley, we need to know some more about your slutty little body? How much 
does it weigh?  How tall are you??
Ashley writhed while the men felt her up, but answered, ?I?m 5 foot 4, and I weigh 
110 pounds, sir.?
Edward made a mental note of Ashley?s weight.  The exact figure would help him 
to gauge the exact amount of his soporific concoction with which to dose the girl 
on those evenings when he would be wanting to indulge himself with her beyond 
what he wanted her to be aware of.  By giving her the minimum dose dictated by 
her body weight, he could keep the girl unconscious but responsive.  The evening 
before he had estimated, leaving a healthy margin for error so that the girl would 
not wake up.  However, a heavy dose served to keep the girl unmoving and 
unresponsive, diminishing the enjoyment he would have from her sleeping 
reactions and motions.
?You are in reasonable shape, Ashley.  We can?t allow your level of fitness to 
diminish during your stay here.  We need to find an exercise program for you.  
Tell me,  what do you do to stay in shape.  Do you like to dance?  
?I? I like to dance?sir? and I run sometimes and do sit ups.?
?Good, good, we will continue your exercise regimen, and you will be encouraged 
to practice regularly.  Ralph and I will personally supervise your training sessions 
and include regular dancing practice, especially bottom dancing.  Do you know 
what bottom dancing is, girl?  You?ll enjoy doing it for us, and it tones the 
buttocks splendidly.  
?Bottom dancing involved rhythmic contraction and relaxation of your bottom, 
while writhing it back and forth and side to side, in time to music.  It isn?t easy, 
but with appropriate hands-on coaching from us, you will be a star in no time.? 
Edward laughed, tapping his palm on Ashley?s bare bottom cheek.
?I am sure,? Edward commented languidly, while he and his nephew squeezed 
the girl?s full naked posterior and her heavy, pendulous breasts, ?that our little 
slut, here, is enjoying having her bottom and boobs held and spanked.?
His palm swung back and forth, spanking Ashley?s bottom repeatedly several 
more times.  ?Ralph, I?d like you to check that she isn?t enjoying this too much.  
Just run your fingers over the crotch of her panties, please, and tell me if it is 
wet.?
Aghast, Ashley felt the boy?s hand abandon the nipple it was squeezing and cup 
her pussy, then push down between her legs brushing her lips.   The nerves, fear, 
and shame had made her sweat and lubricate, and she could feel her dampness 
on his hand.
?Sir, the panties are very wet, and so is her cunt,? reported Ralph.
Releasing her, and stepping back, Edward motioned to Ralph to do the same.  
The stood before the naked girl, and Edward ordered, ?Take off the panties and 
hold them up, Ashley.? 
The slight hesitation she showed was quickly overcome when Edward again 
picked up the whip.  The sight of it was enough to get the girl moving quickly, 
pushing her panties down her thighs, then stepping out of them one leg at a time.  
She held the bunched up, lacy pink garment momentarily, then held it out shyly.
Edward took it from her hand, and untwisted it.  He gazed at the cotton crotch of 
the panty and ran his finger over the moistness there.  ?Ashley, stick out the tip of 
your tongue!? he ordered.  He then brought the crotch of her panties up to her 
tongue, and told her ?I want you to feel how wet your naughty pussy has gotten!  
Lick it!?  The girl was forced to comply, and brought her tongue against the 
cotton containing her own, sweet, pungent secretions.  She gagged.  Edward 
pushed the panties into her mouth enough so that she could hold them but with 
most of the cloth emerging from her lips.
?Bend over, hands on your calves!?  The panty-gagged, totally naked, girl 
complied, bending at the waist and placing her palms on the back of her taut, 
rounded, calves.  
Edward came up to her and placed a hand lightly on the far hip, holding the girl, 
then began a slow but steady spanking with his palm, alternating bottom cheeks 
with his blows.  He started spanking softly, but after about ten spanks, he had 
built up force and rhythm, until the blows were of modest intensity, each one 
flattening Ashley?s buttock, and making waves ripple through her bottom flesh.  
As he spanked her, Ashley reacted to the sting in her buttocks by moaning, and 
shifting her weight from leg to leg on each spank.  The effect, observed by the two 
men, was delicious.  A spasmodic writhing motion enveloped her entire waist, 
hips, bottom, and thighs as she rocked from side to side under her uncle?s 
slapping palm.
Ralph took pictures while Edward continued spanking his niece, letting his palm 
strike the crest of her out-thrust bottom, then letting it land on the outer, fleshy 
part of each cheek, driving each bottom half in towards its mate, which bounced 
outwards with the impact.
 Another series of crisp spanks, accompanied by outcries and whimpers from the 
girl being punished, entailed his hand coming down on the inside of one buttock, 
slapping it outward, so the meaty hemisphere was separated from its twin, 
revealing momentarily the private bud between her cheeks.  And yet another 
series of spanks was delivered with the palm striking her bottom cheeks one after 
another, swinging into her soft, round globes from below, so they bounced up, 
only to be then hit again as the abused ass-cheeks fell back.  By that time, 
Ashley?s twisted mouth issued moans in a continuous lament, and tears leaked 
copiously from her anguished clear eyes.
After a few minutes of this, Ashley?s bottom was aflame and a deep rose color.  
Her cheeks too, were wet and pink from crying.
Edward commented, ?Ralph, the pictures of Stacey?s spanking will be very useful 
in her correction.  The contrast of the white skin of her lower back with the 
redness of her naughty backside?? and here he smacked the subject in question 
with a snapping motion of his wrist to impart speed and sting to  the spank, ?will 
make it evident to anyone we are forced to show the pictures to for the sake of 
Ashley?s education, just how badly our American slut here needs her ways 
amended for her!?
As she whimpered, Edward?s hand cupped each of her flaming hot, pained ass 
cheeks, testing the spring and resiliency of the punished skin, then pinching a 
section of flesh at the lower curve of her buttock, and following that with a series 
of fast spanks in which her uncle brought his hand back and forth across the 
outer portions of her posterior, slapping her right butt cheek hard on the inward 
swing, and backhanding the tender left cheek on the outward.   Ashley?s abused 
bottom danced under the spanks, as her legs churned and her buttocks clenched 
and unclenched beautifully.  
The two men watched the young woman?s distress, her churning bottom and 
bouncing ass cheeks, with satisfaction and lust.   The stripped teenager?s bottom 
bounced and bobbed under her Uncle?s stern hand, and the photographs would 
show how thoroughly well-dominated Ashley was at the moment, as her Uncle 
commanded her bottom to dance under his palm.
The spanks slowed as the crimson hue spread to the outside of her buttocks and 
thighs, finally ending with a pair of stiff handed, strong smacks to the backs of 
her thighs.
?Stand up!?  ordered Edward. ?Now that you?ve had your first lesson, Ashley, I 
want you to go upstairs.  I want you to shower, and I want you to shave your 
pubic hair.  A self-respecting girl should have a well-defined, small, triangle of 
pubic hair, ending above her slit.?  His finger traced over the girls? pubis 
illustrating his explanation, ?and leaving the lips hairless.?  After you?re done, I 
want you to select an appropriate nightgown, and I want you to show Ralph your 
handiwork.
?If he deems it well-done, I shall take his word for it, and after you join us for a 
spot of lunch, we will be going out and doing some shopping for you.   I trust that 
you have learned at least an initial lesson, and we will start to procure for you the 
beginnings of a wardrobe suitable for a dignified, self-confident, and attractive 
woman.
?Take those panties out of your mouth, thank me and Ralph for helping you in 
your development, and go upstairs.?
The girl reached up and removed her panties from her mouth, and held them in 
both hands, while looking down at the floor.  Timidly, she said, ?Thank you sir? 
Thank you, Ralph.?  Glancing up to see if Edward was satisfied with her response, 
she saw him give her a paternal smile, and indicate with a toss of his head the 
door.  
She bolted for it.
Ralph and Edward watched her naked back and thighs disappear, framing a 
naked, very female, and very thoroughly reddened bottom.
When her uncle indicated the door, Ashley didn?t consciously decide to run.  Her 
body, which had been riveted in place, on display in the living room for her uncle 
and cousin, felt suddenly freed.  Without any thought or consideration, her body 
launched itself out of the room, her legs pumping hard as she shot up the stairs 
towards her room.  Relief coursed through her, and strong sobs came to her 
mouth.  She ran to her room, threw closed the door and leapt onto her bed, 
burying her head in her pillow.
She stayed this way, crying, until the fear started to pass, and the sobs to subside.  
After a few minutes, she regained her composure.  She needed to pee very badly, 
and, first peeking out of her room and ensuring that she was alone on that level of 
the house, she sprinted to the bathroom, closing the door behind herself.
As she sat on the toilet, Ashley looked around and noticed a can of shaving cream 
and razor on a sill by the sink.  She recalled the instructions she?d been given to 
shave herself.   She?d attempted this once before, and had been pleased by the 
result.  But, after, feeling somewhat embarrassed about having trimmed herself, 
she?d let her pubic hair grow back.  
She gazed down at her slit.  The lips were only lightly covered with a soft 
brownish down, which began to thicken to fur only just at the top juncture of her 
slit.  The fur formed a trim oval over the front of her pubis.  
She stood and climbed into the tub, then turned on shower.  Calming herself after 
her recent ordeal, she stood under the warm spray turning slowly, letting the 
water run over her face and down her curvaceous body, relaxing her.  She took up 
the bar of soap, and began lathering her body, starting as she usually did by 
raising a thick lather on the white soap bar using her breasts.   Their size, heft, 
and fullness were most effective at rubbing the soap vigorously into froth.
This very act, the young girl using her boobs to bring forth streams of glutinous 
suds, caused her uncle and nephew to smile.   Ashley was totally unaware of the 
pair of video cameras recording her through the main and a small ancillary 
mirrors in the bathroom.  Their impeccable half-silvered nature prevented 
anyone in Ashley?s side of the room from noticing anything amiss, but the remote 
controlled cameras covered every angle of the bathroom.  
At the moment, they recorded and showed her family every move in the shower 
of the naked teenager.  Had she done so intentionally, she would not have been 
able to provide a more entertaining scene for her male observers.   After lathering 
her tits copiously, she proceeded to use her pussy and her ass in a similar way, 
coursing the bar of soap down her belly, using it to divide her cunt lips as she 
dipped it between her legs, then up between her bouncy, spank-pinkened bottom 
cheeks.  The course was then reversed, down her bottom and up her triangular 
furry patch.  As she did this, she turned and presented the recording eyes with 
every possible angle, enhanced further when she put her foot up on the side of the 
tub, lathered her thighs, then up into her cunt, holding it open by delicately 
pulling her left lip aside while her right hand pushed the soap bar through her 
vulva.
Turning away from the cameras, her bottom thrust towards her viewers, as 
Ashley bent down to place the soap in the dish at the side of the shower 
enclosure.  She picked up the can of shaving cream and the shaver that had been 
waiting there for her, and turning, thrust her hips and lower belly forward to 
push her mound out so she could lather her pubis liberally with the shaving 
cream.
Putting down the can, and facing away from the shower?s spray so the lather 
wouldn?t wash off, Ashley looked down at her cream covered genitals.  She again 
placed on leg up on the side of the tub, and reached down between her legs with 
the shaver, and delicately applied it to one inner thigh, high up against her 
crotch.  She swiped slowly the section of soft leg, then gingerly across the fold of 
her crotch lip, collecting the lather on the shaver as she stripped it from her pussy 
lip.
She repeated her actions on the other side of her pussy, delicately shaving away 
the little hair on her lips between her legs and covering her slit to just below her 
clit.   Thrusting her belly forwards, Ashley used the fingertips of her left hand to 
push against her mound at the top of her pubic hair, and pull her skin upwards, 
stretching the skin covering her delicate pussy.  She then proceeded to shave the 
hair on the sides of the triangle on her taughtened mound to form a small heart 
shaped escutcheon.  She relaxed and let the water wash away the soap and the 
shaved hairs down her legs and towards the drain.  
She then rinsed off for a few more minutes and turned off the water.  Stepping 
out of the tub, onto the warm, thick, green bathmat, she reached out for one of 
the matching green, opulent bath-towels hanging on the glass and brass towel 
holder.  She wrapped herself in the towel, and proceeded to dry her body off to 
the delight of her watchers.  She hefted each breast and dried the moist flesh 
beneath them, then turned and did the same between her buttocks.  Finally, she 
wrapped the towel around her hair, and briskly rubbed it dry, causing her ripe 
body to vibrate deliciously.  She put on the robe which was waiting there for her, 
and left the bathroom, reluctantly emerging once more to the world beyond the 
perceived privacy of her bathroom.  
However, even entering her bedroom, she was observed by the cameras mounted 
in the wall between the bathroom and her room, which could be automatically 
swivelled around to record her through her bedroom mirror.  The cameras 
recorded her standing indecisively in front of the her open wardrobe, trying to 
pick out a garment which would conform to her uncle?s demand for an 
?appropriate nightgown.?  
In fact, she didn?t think she had an appropriate nightgown, as all she really had 
brought with her were the boys PJs which she?d already suffered over.  Opening 
the drawers of the dresser in her room, however, she found that her Uncle had 
provided her with a number of items, including a pair of nightgowns.  
One of these was a brief pink chiffon baby-doll slip, with white lace covering the 
bodice and the hem.  The garment felt luxurious, but she realized that it would be 
quite short, and that her legs would be almost bare to just below her crotch and 
ass.
The other nightgown was longer, a simple shift in purple silk, with spaghetti 
straps.  It was trim and descended to the middle of her upper thighs.   She felt 
this would be much more proper attire and picked it up.  She noticed however, as 
she held the garment up, examining it, that it had long curving slits on the sides 
of the skirt which would bare the sides of her thighs onto her hips.  Similarly, the 
front of the nightgown gaped open to the navel.
Putting the purple slip down again, she removed the robe and placed it on the 
bed, then, sighing, reached out for the pink baby doll and dropped it over her 
head, draping it over her curves.  At least, wearing this she would have a bit more 
modesty than afforded by the gapes in the purple shift.
She stepped into the matching, loose pink gauze panties.
Her mind now returned to her Uncle?s instructions, and she reluctantly went to 
her closed door, opened it and looked out on the empty landing.  Squaring her 
shoulders, she walked out and headed down the stairs, barefoot, to find her 
cousin and comply with her Uncle?s order to have him ?check? her shaving job.
Ralph sat in the armchair of the living room reading the newspaper placidly.   His 
outward cool demeanor belied his inner amusement and eagerness, as he awaited 
his little cousin?s next appearance.  Hearing the door slowly open, he glanced up 
to see Ashley shyly and reluctantly come into the room.
He glanced at the freshly washed, pink baby-doll clad, young girl, then looked 
down again at the newspaper he had in his hands, feigning more interest in the 
story he?d been ostensibly reading than in the appearance of the scantily clad girl.
?Ashley,? Ralph said, with a nonchalant preoccupied, yet polite, air, ?oh hello, 
again, come in.  Let me just finish this article a moment.?
Ralph observed her covertly as she made her way into the room, slowly walking to 
the center of the white furry rug.  ?She?s positively shuffling in,? he though to 
himself, ?so embarrassed she can?t look up!?
The girl stood a few feet in front of her reading cousin, waiting respectfully.  She 
shifted her weight nervously between one mostly naked leg and the other.  Her 
cousin slowly finished reading the article, looked up, and smiled handsomely at 
her.  Ashley felt her stomach churn as she gazed back at her good-looking cousin 
smiling at her.  
?Ashley,? he said, ?the nightdress suits you very well.  Pink is a good color for you.  
It sets off your dark hair and eyes nicely.?
?Thank you,? responded Ashley diffidently.  ?Uncle said? I mean Uncle wanted 
me to??  she quietly attempted to get through her embarrassment, but was 
unable to complete the sentence by herself.  Her cousin helped her, ?Tell me what 
you want,? Ashley, ?don?t be shy.?
Clasping her hand into a fist nervously, she brought it to her mouth.  The other 
palm moved to cover her belly, protecting her from what she was about to say. 
?Uncle wanted you to approve how I shaved myself.?  She rushed through the 
phrase and looked up at her cousin who was smiling relaxedly while taking in the 
sight of the innocent cherub clad in pink chiffon before him.
?Oh, yes.  That?s right, he said that.  ?Well I?m sure you?ve done a fine job. Why 
don?t we just let it go at that, shall we??  
Ashley looked up, surprised.  She hadn?t expected this, and realized at that 
moment that she felt disappointed.  She had actually felt excitement at the 
thought that her cousin would be examining her naked and in detail.  She blushed 
fiercely.  This wasn?t lost on Ralph.  She stammered, ?But, but what if he finds 
out, or? I haven?t done a good job.  He?ll be mad at me.?  The last sentence was 
intoned plaintively, almost an appeal for help.
Ralph could not but help her out of her predicament.   ?I suppose,? he pondered, 
?you?re right.  Why don?t you come closer??
Ashley padded forward until she was standing just before her tall cousin?s knees 
as he reclined before her.  
?Turn, please, little one,? encouraged her cousin.  The girl rotated halfway 
around, affording her cousin the chance to examine her slim shoulders, draped 
with the pink babydoll straps, which scooped down leaving her upper back bare 
to the base of the curve out towards her hips and ass.  These were lightly covered 
by the pink material draped over them, which came to a brief end at the top rear 
of her thighs.   Ralph could easily see the outline of the brief matching panties 
Ashley wore, and the well-separated halves of the bottom cheeks they decorated.
?Bend right over, Ashley, touch your toes without bending your legs.? Ralph 
watched as the girl doubled over causing the back of the brief shift to slowly rise, 
baring her panties and settling on the topmost out-thrust promontory of her 
buttocks.  
?Spread your legs, Ash!? commanded Ralph.  The girl complied, opening her 
daintily covered vulva to his gaze.  The delicate material was indented by the 
shape of her slit, and beyond her cunt, between her legs Ralph could see the 
bottoms of her heavy boobs as her shift tented away from her body.  
He leaned forward, putting one palm casually on his cousins panty clad buttock 
for support.  The other palm cupped her inner leg just above her knee and slowly 
traveled up her inner thigh, feeling the resilient, soft flesh there, up to her upper 
thigh, and then inward.  His fingers delicately traced his cousin?s leg?s contour 
down into her crotch, bringing his fingers up the side of the panties? soft gusset, 
where Ashley?s pussy lips were barely contained by the material.
The girl panted as she felt Ralph?s fingers touch the sides of her vagina and her 
bottom.  Her bottom squirmed a bit as she felt her cousin?s fingertip scrape over 
her pussy lip and then trace the crease of her slit slowly from outside her panties.  
?Be still.? Ralph said, and she felt the fingernails of the hand on her backside grip 
her buttock possessively.  Brusquely, she felt him push the slip of material aside 
from her pussy, baring her feminine flesh to his fingers and his gaze.
Ashley felt the cool air touch her exposed, puffed out, freshly-shaved, pussy lips.  
For a silent moment, she could feel her cousin?s contemplative gaze on her sex.  
Then, a soft fingertip slowly caressed the length of her slit from behind, starting 
towards her rear, and slowly scraping along her pussy, down and forwards 
towards her hooded, buried, clit.  As Ralph?s finger approached the tender skin 
covering her clit, his fingernail replaced the pad of his finger, and softly scraped 
her small, fleshy, bud, making Ashley squirm and issue a panting exhalation. 
Ralph?s hand tightened on his cousin?s squirming bottom, and his finger began to 
travel up her slit in the reverse direction, back towards her bottom.  
?You?ve shaved your pussy lips adequately,? commented Ralph easily, ?but I can 
still feel a tiny bit of roughness here on the sides of your pussy lips.  Did you hold 
your cunt well open when you shaved?   Pull your panties down to your thighs for 
me, Ash.?
Ashley reached back and grasped the waistband of her thin panties, then slowly 
pulled them down over her rounded ass globes and scrunched the delicate 
material at the middle of her creamy thighs.
?That?s right, little girl, push your bottom well out,? instructed the young man, 
?Let me see? in order to give you a thorough searching of your little pussy, I 
think, it would be good to have you lubricated a bit more, don?t you?   Do you 
think that if we were to bare your breasts and give your sensitive nipples a bit of a 
twirl-and-tug, that might have the desired effect on your cunny??
Ralph grasped the bottom of the baby doll nightgown Ashley wore where it rested 
on the upper part of her naked bottom, and slowly drew it up her back, baring the 
girl?s lovely lower back, then stripping her to her shoulder blades.  He reached 
under her belly, and pushed the lower edge up towards her hanging breasts, then 
rucked the material together above them so that it stayed in place, leaving her tits 
pending heavily.  Ralph?s left hand reached around her leg and fastened on her 
full left boob, which he began massaging and milking.  Ashley responded to this 
new stimulation with rippling contractions through her upper thighs and bottom, 
and, when her cousin grasped one fat nipple and squeezed and pulled the tender 
morsel, she gasped and moaned.
Ralph played with her fat tit and hardened nipple slowly, and brought his right 
palm to her ass cheek, cupping it, then caressing it as his hand moved back to her 
pussy, where Ashley?s slit was starting to glisten wetly.  Two of his fingertips 
entered her slit to the first joint, widening her opening cunt, and grasped one side 
of her vaginal lip.
?That?s better, Ashley,? encouraged her cousin, with a sharp tweak to her captive 
nipple, and a tug at her right pussy lip, imprisoned in his fingers , ?make your 
pussy nice and wet so I can check it thoroughly for remaining stubble.?
His hand began a firm examination of her feminine organ, prodding and pulling 
her cunt and her lips.  As his hand got wet, he wiped it repeatedly on her plump 
bottom, making her rear glisten with her own juices.  The hand on her chest 
switched breasts, as he made her turn slightly sideways to himself, so he could 
comfortably reach across to torment her other breast.  Between her legs, he 
cupped her mons, rubbing his thumb firmly into her pussy and over her clit.
Ashley had her eyes closed, and was breathing heavily as her cousin played with 
her almost naked body unabashedly.  When his finger plunged into her now open 
pussy, she moaned and trembled.  Again and again, his hand between her legs 
kneaded her wettening pussy, then dried itself using her bottom, thighs, then her 
calves, coating her full, soft flesh with the sheen of her own juices.
As he saw his cousin become more and more aroused, Ralph, grasped both fat 
nipples in one hand by pushing Ashley?s plump breasts together, and used them 
to pull and jostle her tits.  He shook her boobs quickly back and forth, and 
grasped her slick clitoris, and vigorously massaging the Ashley?s sensitive little 
bud.
 ?Is this quite as wet as you can make your pussy, Ashley?? taunted her cousin, 
delving between her legs into her slick soaked pussy, ?I guess you need more than 
just a real good tit handling, don?t you?   You need something for your naughty 
bottom, it would seem.   Why don?t you be good and make it easy for me by 
sticking it way out for me?  That?s good, push it out.?
Ashley, obeyed, and leaned further over mashing her tits into her cousin?s hand.  
He pulled her legs a bit wider, stretching the lacy panties at her thighs, then 
swung his firm palm hard against her soft, out-thrust bottom.
?Ahhhhh?!!!? exclaimed the girl, ?oohh? ohhhh..?  Ralph?s fingers pulled her 
nipples and her clit, then smacked down sharply again on her bottom.   The 
smack was all the louder and stung all the more as Ashley?s ass was moist from 
her cousin?s wiping her own juices over her.   Ralphs finger returned to her clit 
momentarily, and slid the hood of her button back and forth over the aroused 
young thing?s tense clit.  
Again, his hand left her pussy barren, the other palm gave a long slow pull on 
both of her big nipples.  His free palm swung smartly twice onto her plump, bare 
bottom cheeks, making each jounce sharply up with a resounding smack.  
Back and forth, his hand alternated between milking her slick pussy to sharply 
slapping each bouncing bottom cheek in turn.  Exhortations of ?good girl,? and 
?that?s good, wet my fingers with your little pussy,? punctuated Ashley?s long, 
slow spanking, interspersed with her own exclamations and moans as Ralph 
stretched her nipple, or delivered quick, staccato slaps to the girl?s soft bouncing 
backside, or flicked a fingertip over her slick, hard clit.
Ashley?s body began quivering strongly, the muscles in her taughtened bare 
thighs quivering visibly with excitement and effort.  Her buttocks clenched and 
released in time to the spanking, and the girl was unable to suppress a low 
moaning sound which emanated from her throat, rising whenever Ralph?s hand 
stroked her stimulated clitoris.
Suddenly, accompanied by a sharp yelping exclamation, Ashley started 
orgasming, her bottom and pussy clenching as the boy?s hand continued his 
domination of her body.  ?Huhhhhh? huhhhh,? she moaned through clenched 
teeth.
?Naughty girl, cumming without any shame!? chided Ralph.  The hand in Ashley?s 
pussy drew her closer to him and pulled her downward.  She collapsed to her 
knees, sinking into the soft plush carpeting, and bending forward at the waist 
until her chest rested on his midrif.  Ralph enjoyed the sensation of the girls soft 
naked tits against his hard cock.  Grasping her hair, he raised her face to his, and 
whispering, ?good little bitch? that?s the way to come for me?? he brought his 
lips against her pouting, panting mouth.  His tongue entered her complaisant 
mouth, swiping over her plump lips.  Her tongue timidly met his.   His hand 
smacked her bottom hard, and she snuggled deeper into his lap and his kiss.
After a few moments of deeply tonguing Ashley?s willing mouth, Ralph pulled 
back.  Using Ashley?s hair, he pushed her head and face down against his cock, 
which Ashley could feel pushing strongly against her cheek.
?I think we can call this examination complete, Ashley!  I will tell Uncle you?ve 
done a credible job of shaving yourself, and perhaps I?ll avoid?for now? telling 
him about what a shameless little slut you?ve been.  And I?m sure you?ll be 
showing me your appreciation for my discretion, won?t you?  Now off with you,  I 
understand we?re going into town in a bit.  
?Go clean yourself up, and Uncle will call for you when we?re ready!?
The girl rose unsteadily, and hurriedly pulled her panties back up over her 
reddened bottom and tender pussy.  Blushing, she turned and ran from the room.
Chapter 4. Morning, Noon
The rest of the morning is spent planning a wardrobe for Ashley.  A splendid 
lunch is layed on.   Shopping trip. Ralph and Ashley get to know each other 
better.  Ashley learns to serve at dinner.  Chocolate dessert.
Chapter 5. ? and Night
Downstairs, Ralph and Edward finished their glasses of Scotch in the salon.  
Edward glanced at his watch, and addressed his son,
?I think that our delicious charge will be ready for us now, Ralph, shall we gather 
our equipment and get on with our onerous duty??  He smiled ironically, as did 
his son.  They both rose eagerly, and while Ralph picked up his ever present 
camera and tripod, Edward moved to a bureau and took out a large wooden box 
with brass handles.  They moved towards the door of the salon, and Edward 
stopped in the kitchen to obtain a jar of Nutella, then led the way up the stairs to 
the third floor.  The elegant nineteenth century townhome?s wooden steps were 
steeper than is usual today, and Ralph led the way ahead of his father, who took 
his time leisurely climbing to the upper story, where his young charge slept in a 
finely drugged state, the doctored chocolate dessert having done its duty 
admirably.
At the girl?s door, the two men stopped momentarily, and Edward rapped briskly 
on the dark, heavy bulk of the door and called the girl?s name sharply.  There was 
no response, and Edward used his master key to open the girl?s door, which she?d 
taken great care to ensure was locked in her attempt to escape the demands of the 
men in the household she had been made to join.  Stepping into the room, 
Edward walked around the bed and switched on the two bedside lights, casting a 
directed light on the girl lying peacefully drugged under the covers, her hair 
splayed gently across her pillow.
The men moved slowly, relaxed and confident that they had as much time as they 
would desire to enjoy the helpless young woman asleep under the light covers.  
Ralph set up his camera a few feet away from the bed toward the lower left edge, 
extending the tripod to its full height so the camera pointed down at the bed and 
captured everything that was to occur from an advantageous vantage point.  He 
gazed through the viewfinder to focus his lens on the girl, ensuring that the 
length of her body would fully fit into the frame of the picture even were she to 
squirm sideways in her sleep.  Edward placed the box he was carrying on the 
nightstand within easy reach of the girl, and, pulling the duvet aside, uncovered 
her completely.
The two men smiled down at the girl.  She lay on her back, her face turned 
sideways away from the men, resting on one cheek.   She wore the cream colored 
silk top and pants, like a man?s pajama, which they had bought that day at 
Harrods, sporting a girlish cut to accommodate Ashley?s feminine figure.  The 
satiny top?s short wide sleeves exposed Ashley?s delicate wrists and hands.  Her 
long slim fingers looked particularly girlish, as her nails were long but were 
varnished with only a demure shiny transparent coat.   Her pajama pants were 
short as well, baring her legs just below the knees, and displaying her slim but 
athletic calves and her small but high-arched feet.  Ashley?s toenails were dark 
red; she?d chosen a bolder color as she had believed her toes safe from public 
observation.   Large mother of pearl buttons on the front of the top and smaller 
ones on the pants fastened the shiny, cream colored fabric.
Ralph photographed her repeatedly, as Edward commented, ?We?re not going to 
waste time in exposing your body, Ashley!  Let?s strip you, my girl, so we can give 
you a thorough examination.?  Ralph actuated the automatically repeating 
shutter on the solid, professional, camera, so it would record a picture every 
thirty seconds, freeing him to pursue his own pleasure with the sleeping girl.   He 
walked around to stand at the head of the bed to observe his nubile cousin.
Sitting down on the bed next to her immobile torso, Edward gazed down at the 
young woman supine beside him and observed carefully how the peaceful rise 
and fall of her chest as she breathed swelled and contracted her large, full breasts, 
pushing them against the shiny fabric of her top.  Reaching out with one hand, 
Edward began threading the large buttons free of their generous buttonholes, 
opening them one by one the top of her night-shirt, finally pulling the two sides 
open unceremoniously to reveal the girl?s ripe breasts, their large, darkened, 
areolas relaxed and spread in sleep.  
Ashley?s torso lay at a slight twist towards the cheek her face lay on, and one full, 
round boob perched high on the raised side of her body.   Exhibiting the firmness 
of the girl?s youth, it stood undaunted by gravity, exhibiting only the slightest 
fattening at its base as it perched unsupported.  Her other mammary, turned 
towards the bed, hung slightly, a plump pear shaped morsel, topped by a pound-
coin shaped ruby shaded nipple.
Edward and Ralph studied the girl?s denuded chest, and the older man extended 
his arm and let the hairy back of his hand graze the lower curve of Ashley?s gentle, 
pendulous tit, accepting the breast?s soft weight and hefting it, causing it to 
flatten slightly along its lower curve as it the coral nipple tipped upwards.
Letting Ashley?s boob hang freely, Edward turned towards the nightstand.  
Opening the wooden box he?d placed there, Edward removed from it two 
matching leather cuffs, lined in fur and sporting a number of leather thongs and 
small straps with which they were intended to be ingeniously attached to one 
another and to other objects. He slipped a cuff around each of his niece?s 
unconscious wrists, slid home the catch that closed them, and then bound the two 
close together using a thong.  Finally, he hefted the girl?s arms over her head 
attaching Ashey?s joined wrists to the headboard above her bed, simultaneously 
pushing her body around so she lay flat on her back, her breasts swaying up and 
towards her center.  Ashley?s arms lay flat on the bed, her elbows spread 
comfortably framing her face, her cheek nestling against her her soft pale upper 
arm.
He beckoned Ralph towards him.  Ralph quickly moved to the other side of 
Ashley?s bed and also sat down next to the nude chested young woman.
Each man reached out to take hold of one of the girl?s defenseless breasts and 
began playing with it, each in his favoured fashion.  The drug, though rendering 
Ashley unconscious, had the interesting effect, unlike true sleep, of leaving its 
victim able to experience sensations.  It did not afford her the peaceful limpness 
of true sleep, but allowed her to move and react lethargically.
She moaned when her Uncle grabbed her full right breast roughly and squeezed 
it, letting his fingers sink deeply into her pillowy, captive orb. Ralph 
simultaneously pinched her soft, fat, left nipple in his fingers, drawing her breast 
upwards to shake the globe gently by her imprisoned nipple.  Ashley?s torso 
arched, unconsciously seeking to relieve the strain on her stretched breasts, and 
her arms writhed softly against her bonds.  She let out involuntary, mewling, 
sounds as her head slowly tossed back and forth.  
The camera?s shutter fires at regular intervals, and unflinchingly documents her 
ravishers? playing freely and roughly with her boobs for many minutes.  Their 
marauding hands prod and press, shaking and tugging at her mammaries.   Her 
girlish globes are patted and petted, mauled, and pulled at the whim and mercy of 
the two delighted men who acquaint themselves with every bounce and quiver of 
the delicious frontal charms at their disposition.
Edward turns serious, intoning ?perhaps Ashley, you need those udders milked 
now like an obedient cow.? Even though she cannot hear him, his tone carries, as 
it always has when forcing her to perform one or another humiliating ordeal, the 
outward veneer of benevolent reasonableness, ill concealing the icy 
authoritarianism that mocks and deepens the shame Ashley has felt at being 
made to obey his perverted desires throughout her stay in the house.
Both men begin a coordinated motion, using their hands to ring the base of each 
breast, then roughly using the constricted ring of their hands to squeeze each tit 
upward, the fat globes bunching out, then slipping slowly through the fingers 
until Ashley?s nipples reached their fingers.  They each use a thumb and index 
finger apiece to grasp a reddening nipple and tug the moaning girl?s naked tits by 
that convenient handle.
Again, their hands moved to the base of her breasts and repeated the motion, 
milking the girl?s puffy, soft, tits strenuously.  Her naked belly heaved and her 
chest writhed as they milked her.  Edward quit her breast for a moment, leaving 
Ralph free to grab Ashley?s only momentarily freed breast, and repeat the milking 
motion on both breasts together.   Edward, in turn, opened the buttons on 
Ashley?s pajama bottoms, and saying ?Let?s see you make your pussy dance for us 
while you?re milked!? pulled the sides of her pants down baring her hips and then 
her lightly furred pubis.
He returned to his original position, and took hold of the breast before him, 
which Ralph reluctantly released.  He bent his head down and placed his mouth 
over the girl?s abused nipple, and began sucking and tonguing the nub while 
resuming milking the breast.  Ralph, also captured Ashley?s other nipple in his 
teeth, and nipped the bud while worrying the fleshy globe in his hand.
The effect on the girl of having her breasts sucked and milked was pleasurable to 
watch for the two men.  Ashley twisted her chest this way and that mashing her 
breasts into her molesters? faces, while her legs softly writhed.  The two men 
sucking her boobs watched her lightly downed pulse with the rocking motion of 
her hips and midriff.  Edward reached out one hand and placed it on her daintily 
feathery-furred slit feeling the warmth and pulse of her crotch in his hand as 
waves of motion passed through her.   Capturing her now turgid nipple with his 
teeth, Edward sank his middle finger into the velvety nest of her crotch, letting 
the puffy lips embrace his invading finger, holding the writhing girl?s body pinned 
between her tit and the moist entrance to her vaginal canal.
Ralph?s hand instead sought out another diversion.   He placed his palm under 
her writhing body, cupping her naked buttocks, then insinuating his hand 
towards her vagina from the rear.   One finger traced and forced open the rear of 
her vaginal slit, and his palm cupped his cousin?s soft nether globes.
Ashley pulled at her bonds in her sleep as both her breasts were simultaneously 
suckled and her cunt was fingered from rear and front.   Her lips parted and 
gasps issued from her sleepily, ?oh? ah, ah?? in time to her cousin?s clutching 
her ass or thrusting his fingers inside her or her Uncle?s tugging at her bared 
clitoris.  
?Fine little bitch,? murmured Ralph, ?feed me these big tits, slut.  You like to 
wriggle that naughty bottom while it?s being held, don?t you?  You liked your 
smacking today?  There?ll be many more spankings for you, little girl.  You?ll have 
ages bent over a lap being explored inside and out!  We are going to enjoy 
stripping you naked and punishing you, feeling your flesh wriggle and pulse!?
Ralph, excited by his own words, climbs onto the bed, resting his knees beside 
Ashley?s head.  He tugs  at his zipper, which slides open, and reached into his 
pants to extract his penis.  He has to adjust its angle as it is engorged and jammed 
into his underpants, so he unbuttons his pants totally, opens the waistband and 
lets the two halves hang.   His black underwear strains to contain his erection, 
and in fact fails somewhat as the head peeks over the waistband.   The cotton 
below it is wet with his fluids.   He pulls down the waistband of his 
undergarment, tucking it under his balls and freeing his genitals which bob 
excitedly right besides the girl?s sleeping face.  
It would take but a few strokes of my pen to describe to those of you in my 
audience interested in such anatomical details the male member which our 
innocent Ashley is to experience in a moment.  Yet, just as her eyes are closed and 
she cannot see what stands waiting for her, so too perhaps we shall learn the 
particulars of her cousin?s penis, and that of her Uncle?s, along with Ashley, and 
postpone learning her visual reaction to them for a few more days.
Ralph reaches over to the nightstand and grasps the jar of chocolate paste.  
Opening it, he extracts a dollop of the sweet confection.  In her drugged, semi-
unconsciousness, Ashley?s senses register first the alluring whiff of chocolate, 
followed by the gliding stroke of a pair chocolate coated fingers inserting 
themselves between her partly opened, plush, lips.    They push into her mouth, 
gaining entry while leaving a chocolaty trail across the girl?s lips and teeth, then 
pushing deeper to smear the paste on her tongue.   The fingers fill her mouth 
comfortably, and swirl in a circular motion pushing her passive tongue around 
until she begins to salivate, her tongue and mouth moistening and her lips 
opening of their own accord to softly lap at the stickiness coating the intruding 
digits.  Ralph simultaneously anoints his member with a chocolate coating.
Edward, meanwhile, tires for the moment of abusing Ashley?s breasts, and 
moving down the length of the bed, grasps her legs, rolling her partially onto her 
hip, and revealing her bottom.  He retrieves from the box a six-inch long, two-
inch wide leather tawse.  Steadying the girl?s rear by the expedient method of 
reaching around her front and sinking two fingers into her vagina and forcing her 
to thrust her bottom rearwards.  Holding her tightly by her sex, he smacks the 
tawse smartly down on the nearer, full, rounded, ass-cheek.
Ashley gasps at the impact of the leather on her ass.  A trickle of saliva escapes 
her mouth, shiny and wet with traces of chocolate lacing it, and makes the skin 
around her mouth glisten wetly.   Ralph takes the opportunity to slide his 
chocolate covered, sticky-sweet, hardened member between her pillowy open 
lips, and as the leather tawse again smacks her defenseless bottom cheek eliciting 
a sound between a whimper and a gasp from the girl, her cousin pushes his cock 
deep into her mouth.
The lightly sleeping girl registers something warm and sticky pushing past her 
lips and thrusting into her mouth.  Her jaw widens slightly to let the hard yet 
velvety long object fill her mouth, bumping against her tongue and coursing its 
length as it settles into the back of her mouth.   Her lips are distended around the 
intruding penis, and her tongue tastes the mixture of chocolate and a tangier, 
slippery fluid, sweet in a different way.   
Her pussy aches where her Uncle?s fingers firmly grasp her genitals, and her 
bottom bounces and quivers as the leather strap repeatedly smacks one bottom 
cheek, striping it with wide red splotchy marks which contrast with the white, 
unmarked further bottom cheek.   The strap marks cross the one ass cheek at 
slight angles to one another, each long, rectangular welt showing a crisp edge, as 
the very sides of the leather tawse convey the greatest impact as they bite into 
Ashley?s softly receiving bottom.   Between the hard, red edges, the strap?s image 
is painted in an uneven pink and red, patchwork of tones.
?Suckle that cock, little slut,? intoned Ralph, grasping hold of her near plump 
breast and pulling the girl onto his cock by pulling her tit towards himself.   The 
sweet in her mouth making her saliva flow, Ashley began an unconscious sucking 
motion.  As if the cock-head in her mouth were a caramel, the girl?s soft tongue 
laved the sweet-covered penis in her mouth.  Ralph kneaded her breast as she 
suckled him, sinking his fingers into her plump tit.  He paused playing with her 
breast occasionally to bring a finger coated with more of the chocolate to her 
suckling mouth, where he smeared her lips and his member afresh.
As her mouth licked his penis for its sweetened coating, rubbing the plump head 
with her lips and tongue, her Uncle commanded the unconscious girl?s posterior.  
He massaged her rearward thrust vagina, placidly smacking her thighs and 
bottom with the leather tawse.
Ashley is caught between the searing stinging sensation suffusing her mistreated 
bottom and having her mouth repeatedly filled and emptied by Ralph?s cock.  Her 
tongue registers the smooth expanse of the skin of his shaft, then the abrupt ridge 
of his cockhead and the smooth, plum-like glans itself as it pushes in and out of 
her mouth.
Ralph?s eyes roll in pleasure at his cousin?s ministrations of his eager erection.  
He chides her teasingly, ?You?re going to be a good girl and make me come, and  
you?re going to swallow like a good little bitch. Oh, fuck, yes, suck the juices out of 
me.?  His hand leaves Ashley?s well-fondled breast to entwine itself in her hair 
and cup her head.  He pulls the girl?s face towards himself, sinking his cock in her 
mouth as far as his pubic hair.  Ashley feels a soft, heavy weight envelop her lips 
and chin as it settles into her young cousin?s prickly, warm scrotum.
Ralph feels the familiar sharp sweetness of sensation deep in the root of his penis.   
He holds Ashley?s head still, thrusting slowly back and forth in the helpless girl?s 
mouth.    A brief small pulse at the base of his penis signals his impending 
pleasure, and a pearl sized sticky white drop squirts onto Ashley?s slowly lapping 
tongue, pooling and spreading viscously.   Ashley senses a sticky bitterness 
adding itself to the flavors of chocolate.  Ralph thrusts strongly into the back of 
Ashley?s mouth repeatedly, causing her to gag slightly, as his orgasm begins in 
earnest.   Ashley feels a jerking and bumping against the roof of her mouth as the 
penis bucks and spasms, and suddenly her mouth is filled with a thick smoky 
fluid as Ralph?s cockhead spurts jet after jet of sperm into her mouth, inundating 
her tongue and teeth, sliding glutinously towards the rear of her throat.  Gobs of 
cum cling to her tongue as Ralph bathes it copiously.
 Ashley chokes slightly as the semen that Ralph pumps into her slides back in her 
throat.  Confused by the sweet, she swallows languidly while her tongue washes 
the boy?s cock clean of his pearly excretion.
After a few moments spent blissfully recovering, his penis slowly softening 
between Ashley?s parted lips, Ralph withdrew his penis from Ashley?s mouth, and 
turned her head in the other direction.  There, her Uncle?s penis in its own turn 
awaited her ministrations.
Edward?s penis was also covered with chocolate, and Ashley?s mouth sleepily 
widened to take in the head of his cock as he laid it between her plump lips.  He 
used one hand to guide the slick, wet, head of his penis back and forth threw the 
sleeping girl?s lips.  Ashley felt the new intrusion as her lips were pushed open to 
stretch around a far wider cockhead.    Though the back of her mouth and throat 
were not prodded as they had been by her previous violator?s cock, her tongue 
was pushed down and her mouth was effectively stuffed.   He upper lip curled up 
and her head was forced to tilt back as the large glans parted her teeth.   Ashley 
gurgled and her breath came raggedly through her nose as she slowly became 
accustomed to being force-fed her Uncle?s fat member.
As his father ravished the complacently unconscious girl?s mouth, relishing the 
angelic face enveloping his penis, Ralph moved down the length of the bedside 
towards Ashley?s midriff.  Grasping one delicious leg in each hand, he bent the 
girl?s knees and pushed her legs open, causing the sticky lips of her cunt to 
separate and present her pussy helplessly to him.    Between the delicate folds, 
Ashley?s vaginal entry winked pinkly at the young man.
He examined the charming sight of his cousin, stripped naked with a cock deep in 
her mouth, her reddened, much manipulated breasts exposed, and her 
defenseless pussy gaping open to his gaze and touch.  His hand went to her soft, 
nearly hairless, pussy lips, and his fingertips began stroking the girl?s vulva.  
Licking his fingers for lubrication, Ralph placed a finger at the rear of her cunt 
and slid it forward, gliding to her tight hole, then pushing slowly but decidedly 
into the girl?s tight vagina.    The girl moaned through her nose, as she 
simultaneously felt the cock she was suckling push deeper into her mouth and 
force her tongue back and a second finger push into her pussy, stretching her 
open rudely, then probe her gentle feminine sheath.  Ralph?s fingers embarked on 
a circular exploration of her vagina, alternating with a deep thrusting which 
pushed his digits into her to the knuckles and rocked her pelvis back tilting her 
pudendum up, pivoting upward towards her cousin.   
Ashley, unconscious, but far from impervious to the manipulation of her genitals, 
mewed into the gag formed by her Uncle?s penis deep in her mouth.  Ralph thrust 
his fingers repeatedly back and forth in the girl?s pussy, dragging the puffy lips 
with his fingers.  His thumb grazed Ashley?s clitoris, and the girl squirmed.  She 
felt her organs swell and warm up, and a feeling of wetness being, as the 
stimulation of her sex aroused her and her cousin?s fingers plunged in and out of 
her repeatedly, sliding easier as they became coated with her lubrication.   A 
second hand now joined in the fun of playing with her pussy, as Ralph continued 
to push in and out of the girl with one hand while placing his other on the puffy 
rise of her mons and pulling upwards towards her belly, causing her clitoral hood 
to stretch back and bare her pink clitoral nubbin.   
Her thighs tensed and contracted with the intense stimulation of her genitalia as 
her cousin also used the remaining fingers of the hand penetrating her to cup her 
ass between her legs.
Ashley?s panting breaths came somewhat easier, as Edward withdrew his cock 
from the depths of his niece?s mouth and she felt her lips close somewhat until 
they only held the very tip of the penis between them.   Though the stimulation of 
Ashley?s mouth by itself had been enough for the younger man, Edward required 
a more vigorous action to climax.  His hand grasped his own member and he 
stroked his shaft vigorously while feeding only the very end of his cock to the 
closed-eyed waif lying tussled below him.
Ashley felt a warm wetness engulf her clitoris, and her thighs trembled as her 
cousin?s tongue came to rest on the delicate clit, then trace her vaginal lips and 
lap vigorously at her already thoroughly wet sex.   The tip of the warm muscle 
worried back and forth over her throbbing clitoris and two strong hands clasped 
her naked buttocks and pushed her hips up so the marauding tongue gained freer 
access to her now lewdly widened opening.  Ashley?s bottom churned in her 
cousin?s grip as he mercilessly flicked his tongue over her little promontory.  His 
hands slid down her thighs, clasping her behind her knees, and Ashley felt her 
legs raised up and pushed upward, bent-kneed, until they rested, splayed widely, 
just above her torso, her lower legs and feet dangling beside her.  
Ashley?s sleepy consciousness noted the sensation the warm assault on her most 
intimate and sensitive parts.  From her point view, one of the unfortunate side 
effects of the sedative which her Uncle had sneaked into her system and which 
had reduced her to a helpless toy for the two debauched men taking advantage of 
her, was that she was unable to experience an orgasm.   The sensations rocking 
her body therefore could not find their natural outlet, and the poor girl?s pelvis, 
thighs and backside quivered with the pent up sexual charge she was unable to 
dispel.
This however was quite the opposite for Edward, which accounts for Ashley?s soft 
chocolaty sucking being suddenly interrupted by her mouth receiving a strong 
spurt of hot sticky fluid jetting directly between her lips, bathing the back the 
girl?s tongue, coating it slickly.  A second spurt followed, as she felt the penis at 
her mouth buck, painting a glutinous streak of cum along her lips and cheek, as 
well as her teeth and the front of her tongue.   Edward lurched forward blissfully 
burying his spurting cock into his niece?s protesting mouth, and spraying his 
semen deep into her throat where she involuntarily was forced to swallow it and 
the next, somewhat less copious ejaculatation.
Edward removed his dripping penis from Ashley?s cum filled mouth and rubbed 
the plump, spunk covered head of his cock against her soft, smooth cheeks, 
cleaning himself off on her angelic face. Her breath gurgled through her sticky 
mouthful, as the semen overflowed from her pouting lips and dripped down her 
cheek, threads of it catching in her hair and dripping down on to the sheet below 
her face.
Moments after her Uncle withdrew from her mouth, Ashley felt her body flatten, 
giving softly under the weight of cousin who?s youth reasserted itself, his hard 
erection pushing against Ashley?s soft belly as he lay on top of her, her legs 
splayed around his torso.   Ralph?s mouth fastened on one of his cousin?s 
delicious nipples and sucked and nibbled it, while he rubbed his cock hard over 
her trim flat stomach.  The resilient springy morsel between his teeth tensed and 
stretched as he nipped and pulled on it, and Ashley?s body rocked back and forth 
under her male cousin?s motion.   It was now her belly and the sparse pubic hair 
of her vulva that received her liquid, pearly reward, as Ralph ejaculated onto her 
ecstatically, sucking her nipple violently.
After his paroxysm subsided, he released the aching nipple, and pushed himself 
off the girl.   Ralph looked around.  His father had gone, after bringing a 
dampened towel which Ralph used to perfunctorily clean the girl up.    He 
manhandled her back into her pajamas, stopping to play with her breasts for 
another moment before reluctantly buttoning the shirt.   He threaded the loose 
pants onto her legs and pulled them up in front, them holding her by one hip 
turned her onto her side to pull up the pants in back.    
Her round prominent bottom naked before him, the marks from her tawsing only 
now fading slightly, afforded him an opportunity which he could not pass up, 
and, leaning forward slightly over the girl, he raised his palm high in the air and 
brought it down on one bouncy bottom cheek, which compressed under the 
strong spank.    Ashley?s twin bottom cheek also received a spank, and smacks 
rang out for a long minute as Ralph leisurely spanked his girl-cousin, watching 
her tender ass bounce under his strict palm.  A warm pink hue spread blotchily 
over the white crests of her backside, extending then to encompass her entire 
bottom, as his spanks took in more of her rump, falling as well on the firmer sides 
of her bottom, nearer her hips.  Neither did he ignore the full lower portion of 
each bottom cheek which he spanked with an upward swinging motion to which 
the girl?s now quite red bottom responded by swaying upward at each blow, 
stretching open her glistening nether lips.
Reluctantly, Ralph end the spanking, running his palms over the well punished 
arse, and feeling its heat.   He pulled her pants up, and stood, reaching over to the 
duvet and covering his cousin with it.   Walking towards the door, he depresses 
the shutter on the camera ending its recording of the scene which just took place.  
He looked back and grinned at the disheveled girl sleeping troubledly, and 
snapped off the light.   
The door closed on the darkened room and the lock turned.    The silence in the 
room was complete save for a regular, soft, sleepy whimpering coming from the 
bed.
 
Chapter 6. Salon 
Chapter 7. TGI Saturday
Masturbating in the morning. Exercises.   ?  Bathtime.  Dinner out.  Saturday 
night at the opera.  Sleeping at the opera, 
Chapter 8. Sunday Morning Exercises
Ashley woke slowly.  Her eyes blinked several times fuzzily, and opened on her 
sunny room, flooded with soft yellow morning light from the window.  She 
stretched languorously, thrusting her loose fists towards the ceiling.  She felt 
refreshed and well-slept.
She swung her legs out over the side of the bed and placed her feet into the furry 
pink slippers which lay by her bed.  She stood and made her way to the bathroom 
outside her room, opening her door a crack and peering out to ensure she was 
alone before scurrying to the bathroom.  She didn?t want her cousin to see her 
before she had had a chance to clean herself up and brush her teeth.  In fact, she 
observed, this particular morning she seemed to be more rumpled than 
customarily.  Her pajama was quite creased, and it even seemed to her that her 
sweat must have left patchy areas of stiffness on it.   She did not suspect that 
these traces had been left by her night visitors, wiping their secretions on her 
nightdress.   
Unbuttoning and removing her pajama top, Ashley, observed herself in the 
mirror, while at the same time she herself was observed by the hidden 
surveillance cameras behind it.   The camera recorded the swing of her breasts as 
she soaped her armpits and washed herself, the soapy water coursing down the 
sides of the burgeoning flesh of her boobs before being flushed away by clean 
water, in turn dried vigorously in the plush, green, towel.
She brushed her teeth, and combed her hair, the gathered it into a tail behind her 
head and fastened it with a rubber band from the shelf next to her.
For once Ashley manages to make her way downstairs and out the door without 
running into her adopted family, and we leave her delighting in the crisp morning 
air, and the filtered sunlight as she runs through the quaint neighborhood and 
into an adjoining park.   Her breath steams and her trainers pound a rustling 
tattoo on the path, brittle fall leaves scattering behind the athletic girl?s footfalls.   
She smiles delightedly, enjoying the feeling of her strong body?s rhythmic strides 
cutting their way through the brisk morning, whisking by thick trunked oaks, 
sporting their winter baldness.  We leave her for the moment to herself, dear 
reader, watching her from behind as she crests a rise in the path on the way to the 
small lake beyond, and smile appreciatively at the sight of her tense, hard-
working haunches, only momentarily disappointed that her rear is covered by her 
jacket, tied around her waist.
Soon enough Ashley returns to the house where, this time, her Uncle has been 
waiting for her with well-hidden eagerness. 
?How was your run?? inquired Uncle Edward as he opened the door and let 
Ashley into the warm house.  Inside, the air felt distinctly warm to Ashley after 
the sharp crispness of the outside air.  She was still panting softly, catching her 
breath.  She responded, 
?It was lovely!  I ran down the lane like you said to.  There were ducks in the little 
pond there!  The morning is really pretty.?
?Good, good girl!? encouraged Edward, letting her into the house.  Ashley panted 
and caught her breath.   She peeled off her large sweatshirt, and Edward 
discretely observed her breasts heaving under the tank top as she pulled the outer 
layer over her head.
?Now,? Edward said, ?to continue your morning exercises, I want you to go 
upstairs to the recreation room.  There I will direct you in some additional 
calisthenics!?  Ashley wasn?t displeased to hear this.  She had admired the rec 
room with its wall of mirrors, and reveled equally in the strength and grace of her 
well trained body, as well as in the sight of herself exercising and dancing.  She 
smiled, ?Can I get a glass of water first, Uncle??
?Of course, Ash,? responded her Uncle, ?in fact get a glass of grapefruit juice from 
the icebox, and bring me one as well, please.  If you would bring a croissant for 
me, and put it on a plate and bring it upstairs, I think I?ll take a bit of early 
breakfast too!  Bring cups and a pot of coffee.?
Ashley headed for the kitchen, which was light but somewhat smaller than Ashley 
would have expected for a house the size of her Uncle?s.  Like most European 
kitchens, it had elegant, but compact, appliances.  The refrigerator and the stove, 
while modern and extremely stylish, were smaller than the ones that Ashley had 
at her own parent?s house.  Opening the refrigerator, Ashley found a small box of 
grapefruit juice.  She found two glasses in the pantry, and filled them, then took a 
croissant from the basket of them which had been delivered from the bakery that 
morning and put this on a flowered ceramic platter for her uncle.  She took a 
sophisticated, square serving tray, with a honey-colored wooden border and 
wicker surface, from a shelf by the pantry, and placed the little platter on it.  Next 
to this she placed a plate holding a rough morsel of fresh cream butter, and a 
small crock of raspberry jam.  
She opened a number of drawers until finding one containing silverware, and 
placed a serviette on the tray, covering this with one of her Uncle?s large- 
proportioned, heavy, silver-plated Sheffield knives.  Now all that was needed, she 
thought, to complete the pretty breakfast tray, was a flower.  She looked around 
and saw a small bud vase on the shelf.   She quickly retrieved a small ornamental 
rose from the bush just outside the door leading to the garden from the kitchen, 
and put it in the small vase.
Balancing the tray, she headed up the stairs to the rec room where her Uncle 
awaited.
Edward had arranged a chair so he could comfortably supervise his nieces? 
exercises, and was patiently waiting for the girl.   Although not partial to popular 
music, Edward put on the stereo a compact disc by Brittney Spears, playing it 
initially at low volume, to inspire his young niece?s efforts.  He watched her as she 
came into the room, balancing the tray with his breakfast charmingly.  He smiled 
at her, ?That is lovely, Ashley, thank you!?  He stood and took the tray from her, 
and placed it on the low desk at the side of the room.  He sat down on the foldable 
chair he?d placed by the desk and sipped the juice, looking at his niece who stood 
before him expectantly. 
Ashley was wearing white sneakers, short white socks, black tights in a dun finish 
covered her legs, delineating them perfectly.  Around her waist, she had tied her 
sweatshirt, as girls commonly do when wearing tights that would otherwise fail to 
conceal the shape of their bottoms.  A good 8 inches of bare midriff showed below 
Ashley?s pink halter, which was designed to tightly contain her large breasts.  
?Now Ashley,? said Edward, ?let?s just get you warmed up again a little bit, as 
you?ve had a chance to cool from your running.  Hand me the sweater.  Nothing 
should be allowed to interrupt the clean lines of a dancer or impede her 
movements.? 
Ashley handed Edward her sweater, untying it from around her waist.  Edward 
observed his niece?s nicely shapely, flat tummy coming into view, and walked 
around her.  Her proud rump stretched the dun black material of her tights 
nicely.   
?Touch your toes, Ashley,? encouraged Edward, turning up the music slightly to 
get the girl moving of her own volition.  ?Up, down, up, down!?  
Edward positioned himself behind his niece and watched her body bend itself 
down towards her feet, her hands flattened and pointed like a diver entering the 
water, as she thrust her upper torso down towards the floor repeatedly.
?Slow and deliberate Ashley, don?t hurry?
Ashley bent at the waist, pushing her backside out towards her observant uncle, 
who carefully watched the tightening of the muscles of her rear and the backs of 
her thighs.  As she reached down and touched her toes, Edward stepped up to her 
and placed his hand on her head, grasping the girl by a handful of dark hair.  
Softly, he pressed her head down towards the ground.  ?Deeper, try to go deeper, 
Ash!? he intoned.  To help stabilize her, he casually palmed her right bottom 
cheek.  
?That?s good, hold that position!  One, two,?? Edward counted.  With each slow 
count, he, almost as an afterthought to help his niece keep a steady beat, gave her 
bottom cheek a firm little slap, not so hard as a spank, nor so soft as a caress, but 
with the character of both.  
?Three? smack? four? smack? five? smack? UP!?  Ashley straightened.  
?Hands above your head,? instructed her Uncle, ?and down again!?  Again, Ashley 
bent at the waist and reached for her toes.  The movement obliged her to push 
her bottom into the palm cupping it, and the smacking of her bottom cheek and 
the counting resumed.
?One? smack? Two? smack?? Edward felt his niece?s assaulted bottom muscles 
ripple from the effort and stimulation.  He pushed down on her head, using his 
proprietary grip on the girl?s hair for purchase.  ?The stimulation of your bottom 
muscles,? he explained taking a moment to illustrate his point by gently kneading 
each of the halves of the girl?s outthrust arse, ?helps you to concentrate on 
achieving the correct form, and stretching these muscles evenly.?
?Three? smack? Four? smack? Five? smack? Up!?  
By now, the girl?s bottom had begun the occasional involuntary writhing to which 
Edward referred as ?bottom dancing.?  A girl?s arse started  the ?bottom dance,? 
he had observed, when the combination of stimulation and humiliation made her 
muscles react to the contrary desire to perform a controlled muscular task, while 
also trying to get away from the violation of her private parts by a marauding 
hand or other instrument.  These conflicting goals resulted in deep spasms and 
involuntary twitches in a girl?s flesh, be it buttocks, breast, thighs, or any other 
fleshy part of her body. 
Under her tights, the lines of a pair of classic, full-reared panties showed clearly.  
Edward made a mental note of this.  Soon, he smiled to himself, the presence of 
her modest panties would be the reason for testing that very modesty.  Similarly, 
Edward observed to himself, the jogging bra top Ashley wore was far too sturdy a 
construction for his taste, as it foiled his ability to see her breasts respond 
naturally to their displacement as she moved.  Its lack of transparency was also a 
fault, in his expert opinion.
?Ashley,? pondered her Uncle, as he held the girl?s thinly covered rump, ?I don?t 
think you?re quite getting the level of energy which I expect from you.? 
?Your energy must come from your middle, your center?? he moved his other 
palm to rest on the girl?s belly, just below her navel, and caressed her there.  
?Perhaps these constraining clothes prevent you from moving as freely as you 
ought! 
?Go into the bathroom, where you will find some gymnastics apparel which I 
think will work better.?
The girl let her arms fall, and moved towards the half-bath at the rear of the large 
room.  In the mirror, her worried reflection looked back at her.  She closed the 
door of the small room which contained a sink, a small table and a toilet.  The 
sink was a lovely, russet-flecked, yellow marble, and Ashley looked at her 
reflection in the large gilt framed mirror above it.  She gleamed with perspiration.
Looking around, she found a thick towel folded on the table.  On it was a small 
purple box with a white ribbon.   A card which had been slipped into the ribbon 
bore her name in large calligraphy.   She slipped the ribbon off the box, and 
opened the box.  Parting the tissue paper inside it, she pulled out two matched 
pieces of clothing.  This was what she was to change into!  Both items were made 
of a delicate pearly white, flouncy,  material.  The material when Ashley placed 
her hand behind it was opaque, but didn?t block the light behind her hand.  It was 
almost like a rich gauze.   From the feel she could tell it was finely worked silk.  
The two-piece outfit was fluid, with no support or stiffness to it.   The borders 
below the breasts and at the waist were edged in gold.  Under the outfit, the box 
also contained a gossamer pair of panties, made in a matching, but even more 
delicate material.   These were like a cloud, soft and almost transparent.  The rear 
of the panties was not a thong, but was abbreviated, so that when Ashley pulled it 
onto her hips, her bottom was covered only in the center, leaving an even sized 
portion of flesh all around the backside of the panty.
She pulled the tap pants over the panties, and finally cast off her stiff jogging bra, 
and dropped the flimsy top down over her head.  It seemed to float into place, 
and she arranged the cloth over her breasts.  Her breasts were totally 
unsupported in this top.  Her nipples darkened the material slightly, and the lines 
of her breasts as they shifted under the material were barely concealed.
She looked at herself in the mirror.   The exquisite material made her into a Greek 
goddess of the boudoir.  It was only with extreme reluctance that Ashley cracked 
open the bathroom door and shuffled out of the room.  
Waiting for her having a cup of coffee with her Uncle, was her cousin Ralph.  He 
was very well dressed in cream linen pants and a white shirt which showed his 
golden tan to advantage.   Ashley blushed at his presence.  She wanted to impress 
him.  She was unaware of it, but much of the chagrin she felt at wearing the 
revealing and beautiful outfit transformed into an eagerness to have Ralph see 
her in it.  
?Good morning, cousin!? intoned Ralph enthusiastically, coming over and giving 
her a friendly kiss on the cheek.  Ashley smiled and said, ?Hi!?
?I hope you don?t mind, Uncle has asked me to sit in on your morning exercise,? 
he continued.
?Ok.? Ashley?s response was demure and somewhat frightened.  She saw Ralph?s 
ubiquitous camera on the table next to the breakfast.  She shuddered imagining 
the embarrassing images of her that she feared would shortly be captured there.
?Now, Ashley,? said her Uncle, once again raising the volume of the music, ?show 
us some of your dance moves.? 
The next ten minutes or so were the most enjoyable time Ashley spent that 
morning.  As the two men watched, sipped coffee, and Ralph took pictures, the 
barefoot girl in her diaphanacious top and shorts, danced vigorously and 
alluringly to the pop music on the stereo.  
Losing herself in the music, closing her eyes and feeling the beat, Ashley almost 
forgot where she was, and swayed and jumped, twirled and lunged to the heated 
beat.  The men watched her carefully, observing the free and carnal moves of her 
pendulous breasts under their thin covering, her naked thighs stretching and 
tensing as she danced.  The gyrations of her full bottom were enhanced by the 
floating pearly material and the flashing sparkle of the bands of gold decorating 
her trim waist and the swaying curve below her breasts.
Too soon for Ashley, the third song ended, and her Uncle turned down the music.  
She stood waiting nervously, panting, her outfit sticking to her damply in places, 
as her Uncle strolled towards her.  
?Wonderful, Ashley,? he exclaimed, smiling.  ?You are a marvelous and talented 
dancer.  We must do everything possible to encourage and nurture this talent of 
yours!?
?Now, let?s continue with some calisthenics.   
?Ralph, please bring over one of the mats.  Ashley, lie down on your back.  I want 
to see some sit-ups.?
Ashley lay down on the mat, and while the men watched, repeatedly pulled 
herself up, her arms locked behind her head, to a sitting position, and then let 
herself back down.  Each time she did this, her breasts heaved and swayed under 
her loose top.  The muscles in the front of her thighs strained visibly.  Ralph 
photographed her, getting multiple close-ups of her breasts shifting under the 
gossamer top and her thighs straining to lift her to a seated position.
?Now, Ashley, please, turn around.  Get down on your hands and knees.  I want 
you to do twenty push ups.  I know that standard push-ups, with your body 
suspended between your arms and your feet, will be difficult for you, given your 
slender arms and large chest.  Instead, I want you to keep your knees on the mat, 
and push up with your arms.  Let yourself down onto the mat, but do NOT let 
your full weight rest between push-ups.  Understood?  Now, please commence!?
Ashley took a breath and placing her hands some inches further forwards on the 
mat, lowered herself towards it.   Her breasts came to rest on the mat first, 
relieving her of some of the weight, and she continued the dip, raising her chin.  
The sun shone into the room and danced off the mirrors.  She strained upwards, 
pushing her hands into the softness of the gym mat, and raising her shoulders.   
Her thighs pushed forwards.  Her knees pushed against one another, sinking into 
the mat.  
Again, she dipped her upper torso, relaxing her thighs.   This wasn?t so hard!  She 
could do quite a number of these, she thought.  In response to her Uncle?s 
command, she shifted each knee outwards a bit.  The slow cadence of her dips as 
her Uncle counted them out was relaxing.  Her body dipped and strained, fell and 
rose, in time to her Uncle?s leisurely count.
Edward and Ralph observed the young girl diligently performing exercises as 
commanded.  The swell and strain of her haunches shifted and swayed the brief 
white cloth of her tap pants.  Her parted legs allowed their gazes to travel into the 
gaps which opened and closed as the cloth of her shorts swayed against her 
buttocks and upper thighs, affording rhythmic glimpses of the gold trimmed 
crotch of her panties.  Her long bare thighs, smooth calves and pretty feet were 
also scrutinized languidly by the two voyeurs.  Ralph took photograph after 
photograph of his cousin?s well delineated rear, under its thin covering of 
material, as well as series of photos taken from between the girl?s legs, showing 
the lower curve her breasts naked and hanging free framed by the darkness of her 
crotch under her panties.
?Ashley, put less of your weight down on the mat when you descend,? corrected 
her Uncle.  She attempted to obey, trying to limit the dip of her torso as she 
lowered herself towards the mat.
?Ralph,? said her Uncle, as she tired, ?could you help Ashley, please?   Sit in front 
of her, and let her dip down into your hands, then encourage her to hold herself 
off the mat and start the next push-up by providing some support and 
resistance.?
The young man, sat casually in front of his cousin, and placed his hands under 
her body on the mat.  As she lowered herself towards the ground, Ashley couldn?t 
avoid delivering her breasts gently into her cousin?s palms.  She felt his palms cup 
her though the gossamer material, and press into her soft titties.   Her nipples 
responded, hardening and poking themselves firmly into his hands.  
As she dipped, her cousin?s hand?s pressure on her breasts mounted, as he helped 
her to raise herself into the next push-up, mashing her breasts towards her chest.   
This did make it easier for Ashley to continue her push-ups, as Ralph?s grip on 
her bosom took some of the weight from her tiring arms.  She repeated this a few 
more times, but started to fall behind her Uncle?s count as her arms really tired.
Standing at the wall, Edward opened a drawer and pulled from it a section of 
leather belting, about 4 inches wide and a foot and a half long.  He walked 
towards the exercising girl.
?Good girl, Ashley, the last ones are most important!  Just five more!?  Ashley 
strained.
As she struggled to start another dip, Edward slid his left hand up both her rear 
thighs, gathering up the loose material of his niece?s shorts, and pulling it up over 
her outthrust, hard-working bottom.  He half uncovered her rear quickly in this 
way, leaving her bottom bare from her thighs to the middle of each plump cheek, 
from where it the full globes were more decorated than covered by the 
abbreviated, gauzy white panties she was wearing.   
?One!? he barked, and aimed a casual swipe of the belt across the tensioned 
naked lower curves of his nieces quivering backside.  A loud  

SNAP?
rang out.  Ashley, pitched forwards, sinking her breasts fully into Ralph?s 
grasping hands.   Ralph worked his palms to place his cousin?s hardened tit tips 
between the side of his thumb and index fingers, and pinched the twin nubbins 
firmly.   He pushed back on her imprisoned tits, and Ashley managed to push 
herself back up onto her arms and haunches.
?More pressure,? intoned her Uncle, ?Ashley needs more assistance to raise 
herself, as she?s tired Ralph.  Here, let?s raise the incentive??  He grasped the 
material at the lower edge of her top and pulled up, stripping it off her hanging 
breasts.   The hardened nipples crowning her naked breasts pointed down at the 
mat.  ?Down, Ashley!?  Her weakened arms, locked at the elbows, trembled and 
balked.  Edward nodded and said, ?Ralph, help your cousin: pull!?  
Obligingly, Ralph grasped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and 
slowly stretched it down towards the mat.  Ashley?s breast elongated itself and 
that side of her body leaned down towards the mat.  As her breast became 
stretched and conical, the girl?s arms released and she fell forwards towards the 
mat.  Her cousin caught her breasts and torso in his strong hands.
?Up!? commanded her Uncle.  She didn?t move.  Edward grabbed the waist of her 
shorts and pulled them down, bunching the soft material at her upper thighs.  He 
aimed the belt across her bunched nates.  SNAP!!! The leather smacked into the 
girl?s quivering buttocks, and Ralph pushed her back up, aiding her weak efforts.
?Down!? Again, Ralph grasped the opposite nipple, twirled it and pulled.  Ashley 
moaned and again fell forward slowly.  Edward strapped the girl again, watching 
the flesh of her bottom ripple and receive the warm red imprint of the leather.  
The flush stripe on one cheek disappeared under her brief panties only to re-
emerge on the other tender cheek.
?Three more?? Ralph helped Ashley to push herself back up.  This time he only 
needed to hold her nipples comfortably in his grasp.  She didn?t wait for him to 
pull her boobs forward before flopping onto his hands again. 
As she lay on the mat, she struggled to rise before she could be spanked again, 
but even with the pressure on her breasts from Ralph?s ?help? she was unable to 
rise quickly.  She felt her Uncle grasp her panties, and slowly, almost tenderly, 
lower them off her bottom.   She felt the heat in her totally naked bottom as the 
men watched her struggle to raise it.   The leather came down on her, wrapping 
each naked buttock in a strong stinging sensation which Ashley could feel deep in 
her bottom and between her legs.
Her Uncle grasped her naked hips and pulled his niece?s hips and bottom towards 
himself.
?Perhaps we oughtn?t to ask too much of Ashley so quickly,? he said, ?she looks 
very tired.?
?Let?s move to the next exercise which will require much less effort on your part 
Ashley.  Please stand up!?
Edward walked back towards the wall, and placed the leather belt back in the 
drawer, closing it.  He then turned up the music on the stereo slightly, and turned 
back towards Ashley who was raising herself onto her knees and standing up.  
She looked at him, tears in her eyes.  Next to her, Ralph, helped her to stand, and 
petted her hair.  
?You did wonderfully, little one?? he whispered.  A warm sensation suffused her 
breast in response to her handsome cousin?s encouragement.  The hand he placed 
casually on one naked and well strapped bottom cheek, felt supportive and 
friendly.
?Lastly, Ashley, we would like to see some bottom dancing.?  Come over here and 
lay yourself down over my lap.  The girl shuffled over towards her Uncle, 
hindered by the loose tap pants and taut panties binding her naked thighs.  He 
patted his leg, and she lowered herself to her knees and draped her torso over his 
leg.  
?Up girl, further onto my lap,? said her Uncle, accompanying this with a brief 
smack to her backside to encourage her.  She hiked herself up so she lay over her 
Uncle.  His hand grasped her panties and shorts and lowered them to mid thigh, 
then he forced open her legs as much as possible, so Ashley?s right leg lay on the 
outside of one of his knees, held up by the cloth at her thighs.
She stayed quietly in this position, while Ralph took a few pictures of her, and her 
Uncle smoothed and caressed her strapped bottom absent-mindedly.  Ralph then 
came over and sat near her head on a cushion.  He whispered, ?Be a good girl, 
Ashley, and do a good bottom dance for us!?
He pulled her top up towards her face, again baring her breasts, and began softly 
caressing the full, downward hanging, globes.  She watched her cousin?s fingers 
prod and press her titties.  His palms brushed her nipples softly, sending electric 
thrills through her.   A couple of good tugs on the nipples, caused her to start 
shifting around on her uncle?s lap.   
She felt her Uncle?s hand start to knead her bottom, which of its own volition 
began writhing.   He spanked each cheek sharply, and Ralph squeezed each full 
naked breast in turn.  Her bottom spasmed in time to the music and with the 
encouragement of the ravaging hands on her breasts, and the slaps on her 
posterior, Ashley?s bottom was soon jiggling and bouncing on her uncle?s lap in 
time to the music. 
Edward monitored closely his niece?s distress as her bottom wiggled on his lap.  
From his viewpoint, he could easily observe the effect of this activity on the young 
girl?s pussy, which lay accessible over his leg.  He dearly would have liked to tug 
on Ashley?s slick nether lips, but wanted to introduce each degradation to the girl 
slowly. 
The boy instead caressed the young girl?s hair and face, murmuring to her,
?Good girl, Ashley, move your pretty little bottom.  Such a good bottom dancer 
you are!  Perhaps Uncle will let me give you some private lessons.  Would you like 
that? To have your bottom draped over my lap?   
Ralph moved his lips towards his cousin?s hair, and placing them on the soft, 
curved shell of her ear, murmured into it as his father smacked her jiggling rear 
end repeatedly, ?I would like that, little Ashley.  I?d like to have your plump 
bottom dancing on my lap in time to my spanking it.  Your little bare pussy over 
my crotch would give me a nice hard on, and I would spank you and spank you so 
you were rubbing your clit on me harder and harder and I?d watch you come like 
you did for me before??
?Unnhhh??, Ashley murmured, the boys description humiliating her but turning 
her on, an effect helped along by his fingertips working on her hardened nipples.
Abruptly, Edward stopped his punishing hand, and ordered Ashley to stand.  She 
slowly righted herself, with some difficulty, and stood before the two men, her tap 
pants and panties at mid-thigh, and her shirt askew and draped over one breast, 
leaving the other bare.
?Ashley,? intoned her Uncle, ?that was a good start.  Now please go prepare 
yourself for luncheon, which you will be serving in an hour. We will be having a 
few of my friends over for dinner, and I want to introduce you.  Please remember 
that you must be on your best behaviour today, and I don?t want any repeats of 
the slovenly attitude you?ve shown a propensity for.  
?In your closet you will find appropriate attire for serving us luncheon.  Please 
put your current exercise gear away, clean yourself up, and present yourself in 45 
minutes wearing the full uniform in your second drawer, including all the 
suitable undergarments, do you understand??
?Yes, sir?? whispered the girl, pulling up her panties and pants,  and covering 
herself, before quickly exiting the room, the two men watching her with barely 
suppressed smiles of self-satisfaction as she meekly left the room,
Chapter 9. Lunch Guests
Lunch guest.  Spilled wine.  Ashley serves in her underwear.  Ashley is punished 
by the guest.  Tit spankings. 
?Ashley!?
Standing before her mirror in her room, Ashley was startled by the call from 
downstairs.  She reluctantly turned away from the mirror, abandoning her efforts 
to arrange the clothes she wore so as to be as decent as possible, and made her 
way down the stairs carefully.  The high, black, pointed heeled shoes she had 
found with her ?uniform? required her to descend cautiously, balancing 
precariously on the elegant, thin-strapped, pumps.  At every step she could feel 
cool air graze against the soft flesh which, when she extended her leg, was 
exposed between the tops of her white, thigh high stockings, held up by a lacy, 
transparent, pearl garter belt, and the hem of the too-small, black, front-buttoned 
maid?s uniform.  The hem was maddeningly short, she felt, only barely 
descending below the matching, full-bottomed whisper of a pearl-colored panty 
which accompanied her uniform.
She?d been alarmed to find that the dress was uncomfortably short in the skirt 
and tight in the bodice.  In front, at least her lap was somewhat protected from 
view by a lacy, white, semicircular apron which tied daintily at the back of her 
waist.  A matching tiara-like cap in her hair and wrist ruffles completed the 
traditional French-maid?s uniform.
At the landing of the bottom floor, Ashley stopped to gather her breath, before 
opening the door to the living room tentatively.
?Ah, Ashley!  Please come in here, I would like to present you to our luncheon 
guests!?
She stepped inside the room, in which she had only recently received her first, 
humiliating punishment.  Two gentlemen, both somewhat older than her uncle 
sat casually in chairs around the room.  Both wore impeccably tailored suits.
?Ashley, please say hello to Dr. Foster,? said her Uncle, his open hand directing 
her towards the older of the two men, a moustached, balding, portly but elegant 
figure who Ashley judged to be in his mid-sixties.  She walked over towards him 
and stood before him.  The doctor smiled condescendingly up at the girl and she 
curtsied slightly.   She wasn?t sure what impulse guided her to that form of 
greeting, but it seemed appropriate given her attire, and she was pleased to note 
that her Uncle seemed satisfied with her servile and silent gesture.
?Mr. Parsons,? her Uncle said turning to his other guest, a lean mid-fiftyish taller 
man with an athletic and debonair demeanor.  He stood and Ashley walked 
towards him and curtsied again, accompanying it with a soft-spoken ?Sir.?
?Charmed,? said Parsons.
?Ashley,? explained her Uncle, ?has come from my sister in America to receive the 
kind of proper instruction a young girl requires and which seems to be difficult to 
obtain there.  She has shown herself to be a good learner, but has still many 
slothful and untidy habits which we are working on with her.?
?Isn?t that right, Ashley??
?Yes, sir,? she whispered, nervously.
?Sherry before lunch, gentlemen!? announced Edward, and motioned for Ashley 
to pour it for them.
Opening the cupboard between the dining room and the salon, where the men sat 
and talked, she gazed in helplessly at the confusion of bottles and glasses.  She 
glanced back at the men deep in conversation.  Peering into the cupboard, she 
looked at the bottles, trying to discern which might be the correct one.  All those 
at mid-height in the cupboard seemed to be wine or Scotch. More bottles stood 
crowded onto the bottom-most shelf, and Ashley reached down to try to look at 
them.  Her delicate footwear required her to balance herself by spreading her feet 
slightly and bending at the waist almost straight-legged as she turned the labels 
to read them. 
?Ashley!?  She heard the annoyance in her Uncle?s voice at the same time as she 
felt his hand on her shoulder, holding it firmly and preventing her from jumping 
up as she had been about to.
?What are you doing, girl?? he demanded, angrily, ?this, gentlemen, is exactly the 
lackadaisical and casual attitude which hinders my educating my young niece in 
the manner of a proper lady!?
She tried to rise to face her accuser, but he held her firmly in place, grasping the 
back of her neck by her hair.   Horrified, she realized that the short skirt of her 
maid?s uniform, in the position her Uncle?s commanding hand held her, exposed 
not only a long expanse of nylon clad leg, but also a good 4 inches of naked upper 
thigh above her stocking tops.  Bent over, the straps of her garter belt were also 
revealed to the men?s gaze. 
?Left to her own devices for a minute, you see,? lectured her Uncle, ?Ashley thinks 
nothing of immodestly displaying portions of her anatomy to strangers at 
luncheon!?  Her Uncle sighed, and continued, speaking carefully as if to be 
understood by a naughty child.  ?Tell me, Doctor Foster, would you say that it is 
proper for a young lady to display her undergarments and naked thighs as my 
niece is currently doing, to gentlemen far her senior who she has never before 
met??
Ashley, trembled as she saw the paunchy doctor come up to her, an expression of 
stern skepticism on his face.  ?No, Weston,? said the doctor, ?I am shocked at the 
primitiveness of your charge?s manners!   She seems to feel no shame at 
displaying her thighs to us.?  Ashley, from her bent position, watched him aghast 
as he reached out, and felt him pinch the naked flesh at top of her leg between his 
large thumb and fat fingers, squeezing it and using his grip to shake her thighs. 
?Nor,? he continued, ?to show off her undergarments, which she is evidently 
proud to have us examine!?  As he said this, she felt him grab the elastic strap of 
her garter belt and draw it out, tautening it like a bowstring, before releasing it to 
snap sharply back against her thigh.  She yelped, and a faint red vertical stripe 
joined the marks the doctor?s hand had left on her skin.
?Your American slut no doubt intended to let her inadequate skirt ride up and 
treat us to a showing of her rear end!?
Edward softly spoke to Ashley, and edge in his serious voice, ?Is that right, 
Ashley?  You are eager to show your bottom off to these gentlemen??
?No! Oh, no, sir, ?I?m sorry, no?? moaned the girl.  Her Uncle responded, 
?Ashley, how can I believe you, when there you stand, bottom outthrust with 
perhaps an inch of material covering your rear, a position from which where a 
mere movement will bare your arse??  Illustrating his point, Ashley felt her 
uncle?s finger flick the hem of her skirt slightly causing it to ride up further and 
the pearl-colored lace panty-clad twin orbs of her bottom to peek out. 
?The evidence,? said the Doctor patting each firm partly exposed bottom cheek 
twice with his large hand, ?is clear, young lady!
?Weston, in these circumstances I believe it always is best to let a person discover 
for themselves the implications of their behavior, rather than to check it.  I?m 
sure you agree.  So if Ashley is eager to casually display her backside to us, she 
must by all means be encouraged to do so!?
?That, my dear doctor, is exactly my approach to the education of willful young 
people,? said Edward.  ?Ashley, please do proceed to lift your skirt up!?
Tentatively, hot tears stinging the edges of her eyes, the bent-over girl reaches 
back with one hand, and slowly pushes up the hem of her dress.  The soft material 
flares around her spread hips and accumulates high at her waist, leaving the men 
staring down at her broadened, pantied bottom, fully exposed by the transparent 
material.  Between the top of her panty and the back of the lacy garter belt at her 
waist, a pale crescent of naked flesh displays perfect twin dimples.
Edward tucks the material of the rucked-up skirt into the strings of her lacy 
apron, then reaches down to the front of Ashley?s skirt, taut against the front of 
her thighs, and pulls that up as well, securing it by tucking it into her garter belt.
The doctor?s large hand again cups both arse cheeks this time simultaneously, as 
he says sarcastically, ?Perhaps, given that her panties do nothing to conceal her 
full bottom to our gaze, Ashley will not object to keeping her panties on at least 
until lunch has been consumed?  What do you say young lady??
He fingers the waistband of her delicate panties, and introduces his hand, with 
absolute confidence and familiarity into her underwear, testing the silky, warm 
resilience of her naked bottom.
?No, no? leave them on, please,? sobs the girl as she feels her bottomcheeks 
explored possessively.  
?Stand up!? commands her Uncle.  She does so, but her skirt defiantly stays 
pinned up under her apron strings and garter belt.  From the rear, her bottom 
appears no less totally naked for being decorated by the transparent pearly lace.  
Her plump twin cheeks and the deep cleft between them is not hidden, but 
framed by the garment.  In front, however, the apron she wears thankfully covers 
her lap, which would otherwise be on display equally transparently.
Reaching into the cupboard, Edward indicates a bottle of amber liquid, with a 
cryptic French label.  He reaches in and hands out a small, cut glass, goblet.  ?If 
you have finished for now attempting to distract us, Ashley, please finish serving 
us our overdue sherries!?
Awkwardly trying to maneuver herself to avoid revealing her exposed backside to 
the men, Ashley pours glasses of sherry and brings them to the amused 
gentlemen.    Delaying getting close to the doctor who had taken such liberty with 
her, she serves the seated Mr. Parsons first.  After she hands him his drink she 
attempts to back away towards the cupboard, but his voice stops her, ?Young 
Lady!  I do not think that from my vantage I was fully able to appreciate the full 
effect of your efforts to show yourself off!  Please stand still and turn around.?
Ashley slowly turns away from the man reclining comfortably and feels his gaze 
like a hot beam of humiliation travel across her rear and thighs.  ?Weston, your 
young lady seems to have a well exercised posterior, firm and rounded.  Are you 
keeping her in exercise??
?Certainly,? responds her Uncle, ?Ashley is following a regular exercise program.  
Ashley, why don?t you explain your routine to Mr. Parsons.?  
A hot flush settles on Ashley?s face and chest, and her rear towards them, she is 
forced to describe her regular training sessions to the men examining her 
posterior.  When she hesitates, Parsons, prods her along, enjoying hearing the 
girl describe the humiliations she is made to suffer.
?I run? and I am made to do calisthenics? and I dance.? ?And what kinds of 
calisthenics do you do, young lady?? ?I? I do sit-ups and push-ups.? ?And 
Ashley,? Edward cajoles, ?tell Mr. Parsons how you are assisted in getting the 
maximum benefit from these exercises.? ?My Uncle and sometimes my cousin 
help me by? by?? ?Yes, girl, say it, what do they do?? ?Uncle helps me with sit 
ups by pulling on? on.. my? nipples? and he uses a belt? a belt on my bottom? 
and he makes me dance? my ? bottom dance?? ?On his lap?? ?Yes, on his lap.?
?Ah, it is doing you good, young lady, you should be thankful,? says Mr. Parsons 
reaching up and squeezing her bottom cheeks.  A final pat sends Ashley on her 
way to fetch the other two glasses of sherry, which she hands to the doctor and to 
her Uncle.  The men, resuming their conversation, ignore the serving girl as she 
hands them drinks.  Her uncle indicates with a casual gesture towards the corner 
near the door, and Ashley backs away from him, and stands in the place he has 
indicated, her hands folded before her nervously.  A gesture from her Uncle 
indicates she is to turn, and she obeys and faces the wall, her ill-concealed bottom 
on display.
The men continue to talk, at times becoming serious and at others lighthearted.  
Ashley, scared and embarrassed, doesn?t follow their conversation.  Soon, 
however, she becomes aware that they are rising from their chairs, and walking 
towards the dining room.  
As he passes her on his way to the table, Edward indicates to Ashley to begin 
serving the luncheon.
The men sit at the table, talking while eating.  In the center of the round, white 
cloth-covered table, a heavy oval silver serving platter holds a large fillet of cold, 
poached, salmon.  A garnish of cream, dill, and cucumber slices graces the top of 
the fish.  Between bites, the men enjoy a crisp, white wine from the Riesling.
The early mid-afternoon sunshine is softened by the white gauzy curtains leading 
through double doors to a verdant, flower rimmed, garden.  Standing by the wall, 
Ashley, awaits one or another of the men to indicate to her to fill his glass.  She 
does so carefully, biting her lip in concentration, afraid that a drop may spill from 
the bottle onto the tablecloth.  
The men enjoy the sight of the girl bending to pour wine into their glasses, the 
more so as she now wears only her translucent panties, garter belt, and stockings 
below her skirt, which has now been rucked up into her garter belt in front.  Her 
lace apron, which had gone some distance to hide her frontal charms from the 
men, now lies folded uselessly on a side table.  It has been ordered removed as a 
result of a miniscule splash of wine caused when Ashley startled when the doctor 
placed his heavy hand on her defenseless bottom as she poured his wine.
As she reluctantly removed her apron, comments had been exchanged on the 
appearance of her frontal charms.
?Weston, your niece?s regimen is paying off handsomely.  Her well defined 
pudendum, thrusts out only slightly from her flat little tummy.?
?Yes, and the trim line of her pubic hair is very gracious, and decorously exposes 
her well-shaven lips.?
?Stand still, girl, it is hard to examine your little mound if it you insist on 
churning your legs, making those charming little lips dance back and forth!?
 She had blushed furiously as the doctor and Mr. Parsons made her stand before 
them, almost nude below the waist, so they could gaze and comment on her 
young, female genitalia.
Foolishly, Ashley had still entertained hopes that the men would limit themselves 
to observing and commenting on her form, ash she served them practically nude 
below the waist.  These vain hopes disappeared when she went to serve a slice of 
salmon to the doctor.  As she had leaned towards the doctor to offer him the 
platter, Mr. Parsons, from whom she was leaning away, had slowly run his palm 
up the rear of her stockinged leg, then onto her creamy, exposed, inner thigh and 
brushed against the rearward pout of her pussy.  She had quickly finished 
serving, and had moved to distance herself from his touch, only to be sharply 
reprimanded by her Uncle.
?Stay as you are, Ashley!  You are not to be rude to our guests.?
Parsons then slid his hand further between her legs, and ordered, ?Spread your 
legs, young lady!?  She had done so reluctantly, and Parsons slowly and 
thoroughly palpated and split her vulva through the flimsy gusset of her panties, 
as she trembled helplessly.
Her Uncle too had later placed a casually possessive hand under her garter strap 
as she served him, resting his palm on the naked skin of her upper thigh and the 
lower curve of one arse cheek.
Now the men were finished with their meal, and Ashley collected the plates, but 
was stopped.  She was ordered to stand still between the two guests, and for an 
agonizing few minutes  she panted frightenedly as they each casually palmed and 
squeezed one of her arse-cheeks apiece.  The doctor had even reached over and 
pulled the material of her panties taut between her cheeks, baring most of her 
bottom to their eyes and hands.  She stood, blushing furiously as the hands roved 
over her naked bottom, patting and pinching the bouncy globes freely.  She was 
then made to pick up the plates, and sent to fetch the dessert.
From the kitchen, Ashley carried out a large tureen filled with berries.  The men 
had concentrated on the berries and cream, eating the sweet greedily.  Almost as 
if in slow motion, Ashley had been horrified to see a spot of the bright red liquid 
drop from the serving spoon she wielded onto the white table-cloth.  She had 
pretended that it hadn?t happened, but her heart had sunk when her Uncle 
pointed the spot out, and sighed, with an almost a pained reluctance, 
?Ashley, Ashley, ? it seems you are in constant need of correction regarding your 
slovenliness.  It is almost exhausting to have to keep up with your lack of grace.  
Gentlemen, I look to you to help me out at least this afternoon.?
?Yes, of course, with pleasure,? answered the doctor, ?I believe that my own work 
on discipline can be applied to this young lady, and will definitely complement 
your efforts!?
 Ashley was totally ignored for a moment, while the men finished their dessert 
and Edward served them brandy.  They merely glanced at her occasionally, a 
smile playing on their lips and making her shudder.  
Edward suggested cigars in the drawing room.  They all stood and made their way 
out the door.  As they left, Edward said:
?Just clear the table Ashley, and start on the dishes.  We will be wanting you in 
the drawing room shortly.  We will call you.?
Slowly, fearfully, Ashley walked into the dark-paneled drawing room.  Books 
surrounded the room on all sides, and light came from a collection of standing 
and desk lamps with warm yellow parchment shades.  The large window was 
closed off with heavy red velvet drapes.  A variety of deep, brown, leather chairs 
and a matching ottoman stood around the fire and the sides of the room, and a 
buttoned leather sofa faced the fireplace in which a small fire glowed.
Seated by the fire, Parsons and her Uncle sipped brandy from snifters, but their 
attention was turned towards the standing figure of the doctor, as he leaned back 
on the edge of the desk before the window.  He spoke as the girl entered.
?Ah? Thank you so much for responding Ashley.  Your Uncle has been describing 
to us some of your circumstances, and his attempts at improving your education 
and your self-esteem.   You know, we all are deeply interested in the subject of 
education, and share a belief in the redemptive powers of discipline and 
humiliation when needed.
?Your Uncle has asked that this afternoon I direct the ? correction? of your 
pecadillos, Ashley.  Yes, you will say, you have committed no grave faults.  But a 
cornerstone of our philosophy of correction, as your Uncle may have explained to 
you, is that small faults overlooked will become bad habits, and must be 
eradicated by strong negative stimulus.  
?What better way to provide this negative stimulus than to make you suffer 
humiliations of your maidenly prurience?  To make you aware that your 
transgressions will result in our enjoying ourselves with your reluctant and 
submissive young body?  Such is the obvious consequence, you must realize, of 
your ignoring the social graces that would otherwise naturally put a formal and 
correct distance between you and others.  Yet, you?ve forgone that comfort.
?Please stand before the fire, facing us, hands behind your back!
?Now, Ashley, I understand that you have had your bottom, the visual and tactile 
acquaintance of which we?ve all been treated to during lunch, spanked frequently 
during your corrections, is that right??
??yes, sir,?  Ashley responded.
?Yes, naturally, a girl?s bottom, especially one prominent and rounded such as 
yours, is an obvious place to administer correction.  But, one should not ignore 
the novelty and effectiveness of punishing other areas of a young female?s 
anatomy which are equally tempting.  And these we shall explore some of today, 
Ashley!?
The girl gazed down at her slim feet in their high-heeled shoes, resting in the 
white fur carpet matching the one in the salon.  Hot tears collecting in her eyes 
blurred her vision.
?Ashley, please remove your dress.?  
Slowly, Ashley unbuttoned the front of her maid?s uniform, feeling the taut cloth 
spring open at her chest.   She pulled the skirt out of the garter belt where it had 
been tucked, and now wearing only underwear and the ruffles of lace on her head 
and wrists, handed the dress to Parsons, who held out his hand for it.
?Much better,? continued the doctor, ?you must be relieved to be free of the 
confinement of that tight dress pressing on your breasts.  Soon, we will release 
them from their lacy cups as well, so that they can freely participate in our 
activity.?
From the desk behind himself, the doctor picked up a soft leather strap.
?Turn around,? he commanded.  Ashley faced the fire, and felt the doctor take 
hold of her elbows, loop the leather around them several times, and draw them 
towards one another behind her back.  He did not bind her tightly, and she could 
let her arms hang down to her sides slightly behind her back.  The grip on her 
arms was mostly accomplished by the loops of leather on her upper arms.  The 
effect however prevented her from bringing her arms or hands forward, and 
caused her bra-clad tits to thrust out toward temptingly towards the men, who 
gazed appreciatively at her plump young breasts straining at their lacy 
confinement.  The straps of the bra indented the sides of her boobs slightly, 
tilting the pendulous globes upwards delightfully.
Grasping her by shoulder, the doctor turned the girl.  Looking directly down into 
her face as she stood before him, he reached down and slowly, casually, and with 
embarrassing familiarity, pushed Ashley?s panties down onto her thighs, until 
they caught on the straps of her garters.  She felt his hand cup her exposed pubic 
mound, and his fingertips toy with her now naked slit.
?Parsons, perhaps you will be so good as to hold Ashley from the rear for me??
The other man stood, took one more sip of his brandy, and came up behind her.  
Grasping her hips, he pulled her body back against his.
The doctor continued, ?You know Parsons, I?m sure Ashley?s embarrassment 
would be heightened if her naked bottom were made to feel your member.  
Would you be so kind as to oblige her??
Ashley struggled feebly, but stopped when the doctor grabbed her chin roughly 
and glowered down into her eyes.  She felt the other man?s warm, hard, naked, 
penis nestle into her bottom, and groaned.
?Thank you, Parsons!? continued the doctor, ?Now you can gauge and control our 
young lady?s squirmings.?
The doctor reached back towards the desk, taking from it a scissors, which he 
lifted up before Ashley, who shrank back towards the man holding her.  The 
doctor?s large fingers danced onto her lacy bra-cup, pinched the material there, 
then drew it outwards.  He carefully snipped a large hole into the bra-cup, then 
released it to rest back against her breast, the nipple and much of the flesh of 
which was now squeezed out of the torn material.  Distractedly handling her 
breast, the doctor pushed the remains of the cloth back towards the base of the 
boob, so as to make it thrust out further from its lacy border.  His fingers sank 
into the plump sides of her tit as he pulled it well out of its torn casing, as his 
other hand grasped her nipple and used it to pull the breast fully through the tear 
in the  garment.
Her other breast was similarly denuded, the doctor grabbing a handful of plump 
flesh and drawing it out of the hole torn in the other bra cup, as Ashley squirmed 
frightenedly.   Parsons behind her enjoyed the feel of her bottom rubbing and 
tensing against his bare organ, her smooth, soft bottom sweetly stimulating his 
penis.  Ashley?s full bottom cheeks became moistened by the secretions her 
squirming elicited from his delighted penis.
?A young girl?s nipples,? said the doctor as he softly touched both of Ashley?s 
fright-hardened nubs, ?are a wonderful communicator of sensations, both of 
pleasure and pain, sometimes one mounting into the other so as to make them 
indistinguishable.?  His large thumbs rubbed the girl?s trapped nipples slowly at 
first, then gaining slightly in intensity.  Ashley responded to the handling of her 
sensitive morsels by starting to squirm earnestly, yet she was trapped by Parsons? 
hands on her thighs as well as the doctor?s hardening grip on her nipples which 
stretched out as she ineffectively attempted to pull them from his grasp.
?Just as you mentioned, Weston, your young lady has sensitive nipples.  You?re 
quite a squirmer, young lady,? continued the doctor, as his fingers plied the flesh 
of the girl?s exposed tits, rolling first one then the other nipple roughly.  ?Parsons, 
perhaps you can get a bit firmer hold of our Ashley??
The mention of his name brought Ashley?s attention back to the man who was 
holding her pinned against him, his organ being rhythmically rubbed by the 
struggling hemispheres of her bottom.  She felt his hands, which had been on her 
hips, move down and towards her middle, felt the fingers pull on her mound, 
then on her lips, and split her pussy lips.  She yelped as his fingers pulled her 
open, stroked past her clitoris and as his fingertips entered her vagina.  His grip 
inside her was shallow, but he held her tightly by her hole.  His thumbs began 
rubbing her clitoris back and forth slowly, the thumbpad rubbing her little fleshy 
hood over her sensitive nub.
Ashley was now pinned between the two men, her vagina and cunt being played 
with at will and her bottom dancing on Parsons? raging erection.  The stimulation 
of her clit was causing her the most distress, and moans and yelps, which the men 
clearly savored, accompanied her struggles.
The doctor had even more elaborate plans, in which he proceeded to instruct 
Parsons.  ?Mr. Parsons, perhaps you could be seated with Ashley on top of you.  
That?s right? wait, we?ll need her to be able to open her legs more, so let?s remove 
these panties??  
The scissors were now used to cut away the sides of the panties at her thighs, and 
the doctor pulled the shredded flimsy material aside and placed it on the desk.  
Parsons sat back on one of the comfortably stuffed chairs, and the doctor helped 
maneuver the girl onto Parsons? lap, her back against him.  He reached under 
himself to rearrange his penis, pointing it upwards and lodging it in the cleft of 
Ashley?s bottom.
Ashley moaned, ?no? no?? but the doctor continued, ?Now, we?ll need your legs 
open and over the sides of the chair, where they are to stay during your 
punishment.  Don?t make me remind you,  or your correction will all the more 
severe for it!?  Parsons pulled her legs open and placed them on the outsides of 
the armrests of the chaise, his hand then resumed caressing Ashley?s now wide 
open vagina.  She started to bring a leg back, but the man under her roughly 
grabbed her clitoris and squeezed, while admonishing her, ?Put that leg back, 
NOW!?
She relaxed the leg, bringing it back to where he had placed it, and his grip on her 
sensitive clit relaxed, his fingers resuming a thrumming, frigging motion across 
her clitoris.  In the meantime, the doctor pulled one of the ottomans close to the 
side of the chaise, and sat down beside the girl.  He pushed her torso back until 
she was forced to recline backwards on Parsons, who took hold of her hair to fix 
her in place.
The doctor explained, ?Now, Ashley, I think you?ve been spanked before, but it?s 
been on your bottom, hasn?t it?  Well, there?s many other places that a spanking 
can be effective, and one of these we will explore this evening.  Your breasts, so 
charmingly displayed, pointing up nice and fat out of your bra, are to be 
smacked!?
Ashley, whimpered and squirmed, but Parsons held her tight by her hair and her 
pussy.  The doctor raised his large, thick hand about six inches from her left 
breast, then smacked it down on the waiting plump boob.  He watched the young 
girl?s breast ripple and bounce with the shock.  He waited a moment, then lifted 
his hand over her other breast, and slapped that one.  The girl squirmed, and the 
doctor commented, ?We shall work together, Ashley, on a nice rhythm of 
bouncing for these big breasts of yours, shall we??  Back and forth, his hand rose 
and fell on her jostling and reddening tits.
Ashley squirmed as she felt the stinging slaps envelop her chest, and her bottom 
felt the hard cock buried between its globes.  She was crying openly, her sobs 
increasing whenever the doctor?s hand spanked one of her breasts, and the tears 
wetting her chest.  The moisture made his slaps louder, and he stopped for a 
moment to caress her reddened tits, then used his palm to spread the salty tears 
onto them.  Grabbing a glistening nipple hard, he raised it upwards, pulling one 
breast up and stretching it out.  The breast maintained its perfect globular shape, 
but her large aereola stretched out conically and her nipple lengthened in his 
grip.  He slapped the suspended breast from right to left, as one might slap a face, 
making it throb and vibrate.
His hand swung back and forth, establishing a gentle but firm rhythm of slaps on 
Ashley?s imprisoned tit.  The girl whimpered as her breast was beaten.  The 
doctor released her nipple, letting her breast bounce back into its natural shape, 
only to grasp her other breast and subject it to the same slapping treatment.
The doctor alternated spanks to Ashley?s breasts with languorously feeling up her 
warm, red, tits, squeezing and hefting the abused morsels.  As he occupied 
himself with her chest, Parsons continued toying with her pussy, thrusting fingers 
into her open vagina and rubbing his fingers over her clitoris and lips, while 
enjoying the churning motions the girl?s bottom transmitted to his cock, nestled 
firmly between its cheeks. 
Uncle Edward stood and walked towards the girl, who was becoming 
progressively more and more hysterical.  The doctor ceased slapping her chest, 
and contented himself with holding her flushed boobs gently in his hand.  Her 
uncle stood over the girl, and commented, ?Ashley, you should be thankful for the 
doctor?s fine ministrations to your tits.  In fact, I believe that the doctor should 
experience your well-disciplined breasts first hand, or as that has already 
occurred, perhaps first-member!?  Her uncle unfastens the thongs holding her 
arms behind her.  Ashley brings one slender arm forward at a time, then rubs 
them softly, massaging out the stiffness.   Her Uncle interrupts her, ? Please stand 
up.?  
The girl is helped to her unsteady feet by the doctor and Parsons, and stands 
before them in the remnants of her clothes, her panties at her thighs, and her 
breasts protruding redly from the traces of her bra.  Her face and chest are wet 
with her own tears.
?Kneel down, Ashley!? commanded her Uncle.  ?It is time you started to learn to 
handle the penis, little one, to complete your education and allow you to properly 
thank those who take time and effort in your education!  Already it is clear by the 
gleaming moisture on your bottom that you are quite naturally talented at 
pleasing the male member.  We will, rest assured, give you ample further 
practice!?
?Doctor, if you will be so kind as to have a seat??  The doctor sat in the recently 
vacated chaise before the kneeling girl.  ?Ashley,? said her Uncle, ?please remove 
what remains of your bra.?
Slowly and demurely, Ashley reached around behind her back and popped the 
catches of her bra open, then let the flimsy, torn, garment slide down her arms 
and off her.  The doctor held out his hand, and Ashley handed him the slip of 
material.  Her heavy breasts hung freely.
?Now Ashley,? continued her Uncle, ?I want you to slide open the good doctor?s 
flies, and gently and obediently take his member out.?  Ashley froze at these 
instructions for a few seconds.  A whistling sound behind her was followed by an 
explosive smack on her naked rear, and she yelped softly.  Parsons behind her, 
wielded a slim, leather clad, switch and brought it up and again striped her full 
posterior with it.
?Mr. Parsons will provide you encouragement and direction with this whip, 
Ashley, from which you shall learn pace and demeanor.?
Before the third blow could fall, the confused girl reached out to the seated portly 
gentleman, and tremulously took hold of the tab of his zipper.  She pulled it 
slowly down.  Her hand then reached into his pants, and exquisitely found the 
hard penis, drawing it from his boxers through the convenient open panel.
Ashley was confronted with the sight of a large, angry looking, penis throbbing in 
her small hand.  The doctor took obvious delight in having his cock handled by 
the young girl.  ?Now Ashley,? continued her Uncle, I want you to lean over the 
doctor?s lap, and holding your breasts against his penis, I want you to use those 
full morsels which have so recently been chastised to massage the doctors organ.  
Parsons will ensure that you do it competently by encouraging you with the 
whip!?
For the next ten minutes the girl was forced to use her plump, tender boobs to 
masturbate the doctor?s penis thoroughly.  Parsons, behind her, placed one hand 
over her vulva in front, and whenever she hesitated or faltered in her 
ministrations of the penis in her hand and between her breasts, his fingers dug 
into her pussy, pushed her body back and he whipped her out-thrust bottom.  
With the stimulation she was providing, the doctor?s penis leaked copiously and 
Ashley?s naked breasts and nipples became slick with his pre-cum.  The doctor 
interrupted the massage the girl?s tits were providing his trapped member, to 
grasp her large nipples.  Using his grip on her tender nubs, he pushed her breasts 
firmly together with his penis between and jostled the heavy globes back and 
forth.  Parsons, Ashley felt, now inserted a pair of fingers into her vulva and his 
hand behind her released the whip to caress and squeeze her bottom cheeks, then 
give her encouraging hand-smacks on her buttocks and the rear of her thighs.
?Face this way, Ashley,? her Uncle orders, and the girl turns her head towards her 
Uncle, in time for him to photograph her sweet face hovering over her bent over 
frame, the stiff phallus nestled in the warm glistening flesh of her bosom.   
?Has she been taught to suck yet, Edwards?? inquires the Doctor, somewhat short 
of breath.  Ashley?s Uncle responds, ?No, I?m sorry, Foster, Ashley has not yet 
been trained in the art of using her tongue to elicit male emissions.  This is on her 
training schedule, but for now you must satisfy yourself with her differently.?  
The next few pictures taken by her Uncle show the Doctor grabbing a full breast 
in each hand, and using this purchase on the girl?s torso to haul her chest higher 
on his lap, then show her obediently having placed a hand outside each breast to 
push them together over his penis.  His hand on the crown of her head, grasping 
her hair appears in the next series of photographs, showing her face pressed 
down towards her chest, her chin tucked in.    The Doctor controls the girl?s 
movements up and down, her breasts masturbating his penis back and forth, with 
the assistance of Parsons who is helping to guide her movements by pushing and 
pulling on her bottom cheeks, one grasped heartily in each of his hands.  
During the upstroke, Parsons shoves on her bottom, and the Doctor pulls on her 
hair to bring her body up, until her tits close over the head of his penis.  Then her 
head is forced downwards and Parson?s hands form claws pulling on her rear.  
Her weight shifts down on her knees, and the penis thrusts its plush head out 
through her pressed-together breasts, rising and meeting her soft cheek as she 
turns her face slightly, gliding along the downy skin towards the girl?s shell-like 
ear.
Ashley continues this up and down motion, and her cheek acquires a moist sheen.  
The Doctor, having enjoyed as much of this stimulation as he can bear, suddenly 
pushes the girl?s face down into his crotch, pushing his spurting cock against her 
cheek, Ashley?s lips pressed down against his throbbing balls.
The Doctor?s sticky emissions spurt out rhythmically, spattering against Ashley?s 
cheek and her closed eyelids.  Tendrils of her hair catch the sperm and glisten 
with it.
Ashley grunts in disgust, but is subdued by a series of sharp spanks to her bottom 
from Parsons.  The Doctor leisurely finishes himself off by forcing Ashley?s buried 
face back and forth over his shrinking cock and balls.
The Doctor then pushed the girl back and away from himself.
?Stand up, Ashley, and fetch a towel with warm water.  Clean the Doctor off 
politely, and clean yourself as well,? commands her Uncle.  Ashley is in shock.  
She has previously read about men?s spurting jism when they orgasm, and she 
has talked about it in disgusted undertones with some of her girlfriends, but has 
never seen it firsthand.  
She rises and, naked save for her stockings and the lace wrist decorations she 
wears, shuffles out of the room to get a towel.  The men watch the naked, full 
bottomed girl leave, her breasts and buttocks contrasting redly with the pallor of 
the rest of her skin.
?That was delightful!? exclaims the Doctor, grinning.  His grin is matched by that 
of the other two men present.  ?I?m afraid, Parsons,? explains Edward, ?we must 
think of some way of rewarding you for your efforts with my recalcitrant niece, 
which impose a tad less on her sensitivity, which I imagine is somewhat strained 
at the moment.  Perhaps a change of pace? ah, I have it.?
Ashley returns to the room, carrying a plush blue towel and bowl of warm water.  
Her face appears scrubbed, and the front of her hair wet.  She has removed all 
traces of the Doctor?s cum from her face, and her bosom has also been freshly 
washed.  Without needing to be told what to do, she kneels before the Doctor and 
dips the towel in the warm water, then gently sponges him off, avoiding touching 
his naked penis with her hands.
?Very good, Ashley.? Intones her Uncle.  ?Now, I?m afraid that you must also 
provide the good Mr. Parsons with some thanks for his efforts in your education 
this evening.?
Tears spring to Ashley?s eyes, but she remains mute, though her body stiffens 
visibly.  Edward continues, ?I know that you know this is necessary for you to 
complete this evening?s lesson, and I trust that you will not need to be punished 
further as an inducement, but will submit with your accustomed sweet docility 
and feminity.?
Soon after, pictures show Ashley lying on her back on two leather ottomans 
pushed together naked save for the lacy cuffs on her wrists and the lace band in 
her hair.  At her head, Parsons stands above the girl, his erection and balls 
emerging from his pants.  Her arms are stretched upwards, both her hands on his 
erection, and his balls lie on her mouth.  His fingers hold the nipples of each 
breast pulled up away from her body, the heavy globes stretched up conically.  
The girl?s legs are spread and raised, and her knees are bent.  Sitting on the end of 
the second ottoman, Edward supports one of her legs holding the back of her 
thigh up, while his other hand is on the girl?s vulva.
With extreme reluctance, Ashley is obeying Parsons? command and her hands are 
slowly stroking back and forth over his penis.  At the same time, she runs her 
velvety tongue back and forth over his balls which rest on her mouth.
Edward?s fingers toy with the girl?s pussy, his index and middle finger rubbing 
against her exposed clitoris, while his thumb splits her cunt lips and buries itself 
in her soft vagina.  
Ashley?s eyes are closed in resignation, and she feels her heavy breasts shake and 
sway as her tormentor plucks her aching nipples.  At the same time, her hips and 
bottom writhe while the fingers at her crotch and deep in her cunt wreak havoc 
with her self-control.  She feels her Uncle?s thumb withdraw from her vagina 
momentarily so her can squeeze and tweak her bottom cheeks, then feels two 
hard fingers push her open again and plunge wetly into her cunt.
Her nipples are released, and her breasts fall back towards her chest bouncily.  
Parsons pushes them together and, bending over the girl, begins licking her 
titties, his tongue flickering over the large, hardened nubs of her nipples.  Ashley 
moans in response, and he sucks the large pink aureola into his mouth harshly.  
She squirms and involuntarily arches her back, pushing her chest up and forcing 
her breasts up towards her ravisher, who suckles her greedily.
?Ashley,? commands her Uncle, ?don?t cease your ministration to good Mr. 
Parsons? testicles or his penis.  After he has taken the time to minister to your 
education so conscientiously, I think he deserves the chance to spray his seed 
over you, don?t you??  
Perversely, her Uncle then removes his thumb from her vagina, and abetted by 
the wetness it has collected there, plunges it effortlessly into Ashley?s unprotected 
bottomhole, while simultaneously sinking his middle and index fingers into her 
open vagina, pincering the poor girl?s sexual core in his hands.  He uses this 
purchase to churn her upthrust middle, while the violated girl gasps and moans.
Parsons? teeth nip at one swollen nipple, while the other breast is mashed in his 
hand.  Ashley urgently masturbates his penis with both hands and laves the heavy 
balls on her tongue.  The girls delicate fingers grasp Parsons? penis firmly, one 
hand rings its base while the other cylinders the shaft, pumping it from its root to 
its head.  Ashley?s fingers rhythmically travel back and forth, cupping and 
squeezing the plump cockhead at the apex of their travel, assisted by the 
lubrication her fingers acquire during their ministrations of his bulbous glans.
Parsons straightens up, releasing her tits, and Ashley feels the penis in her hand 
pulse and jerk.   At that very moment, a humming sound begins and she feels a 
spongy touch on her clitoris.  Edward has placed the vibrator he?d prepared for 
this moment against her genitals, and the girl feels the buzzing against her raw 
clitoris which seems to liquefy her genitals and into the pit of her stomach.  She 
orgasms strongly, and obliviously tosses her head back and forth moaning into 
the spasming testicles over her mouth as her hands pump Parsons? cock.  She 
barely notices her throat and her heaving breasts being sprayed with warm heavy 
droplets, nor her Uncle?s smacking her thighs as she comes.
Her eyes closed and legs collapsed, Ashley lies abandoned by the three men.  Her 
naked torso is blotched with pink patches where she?s been ro0ughly handled.  
Her breasts, throat and cheeks glisten with sperm.
The men have composed themselves and are lighting cigars and retrieving their 
brandies.  The Doctor, who has been photographing the events, takes a few final 
pictures of the debauched girl before setting down the camera and himself 
retrieving his whisky from the mantelpiece.
The Doctor rejoins the other two men seated about the fire, and their 
conversation takes its own course.  The debauched young girl is ignored, and 
after a few minutes, she rises, naked, and slinks from the room.
		Chapter 10. Strap Dancing
Normal life at Edwards.  Bottom dancing lessons.  Watching TV.  Serving. Some 
good days.  Walks with Ralph.   Completion exercises.   Hand job for Ralph.
The next few days were awkward for Ashley.   The memory of her humiliation at 
the hands of her Uncle and the Doctor kept coming into her mind, how she?d 
been stripped naked and her submissive body had been used by the three men!  
Strangely, though, her Uncle made no reference to the events of the prior 
evenings, and treated her with respect and consideration belying the 
punishments he?d administered.   After a few days, the memory of her ordeal 
started to fade, and seem almost like a dream that hadn?t happened.  She even 
began to relax and smile around her cousin and uncle.   
A few mornings after the Doctor?s visit, Ashley had spent the morning on the 
internet, flirting a bit with some hot guy ?friends? on facebook, and checking out 
videos.   There was a knock at her door, and she looked up from gazing wistfully 
at pictures of her friends partying back home. 	The door opened and her cousin 
leaned in and gave her his bright wide smile.   
?Hi, Ash!? he beamed at her.   ?Listen, Edward just sent me to get you.   He asked 
you to come down right away to the study for a dance lesson.?   Ashley rolled her 
eyes, but had to smile back at her handsome cousin when he trained his full, 
charming, grin at her.   As she usually did around Ralph, she felt a warm liquid 
feeling in the pit of her stomach.  It was almost like if he were going to be there, it 
didn?t matter what would happen.   She closed her eyes and enjoyed the thrilling 
thought that she might get to dance for her cousin.  
She closed the lid of her computer, and stood up, running her hands down the 
front of her white cotton shirt, and pulling at the beltline of her tight jeans.   She 
followed her cousin out of her room and downstairs to the study.
As she entered, Ralph moved to sit down on the sofa.  Her uncle sat writing at his 
desk, and looked up.  ?Ah, hello Ashley, thank you for coming down.  I believe 
today is a good day for a dance lesson, little one, so please take this box here and 
go into the washroom and dress yourself in the garments you will find there.   You 
have five minutes, then come out and we will get started!?
Ashley took the small, light box.   In the compact, marble-laden washroom she 
opened it and examined its contents.   Strappy, black high-heeled shoes, sheer, 
thigh-high black stockings, a lacy black garter belt.  A black and white sheer baby 
doll with dots all over it, a ruffled skirt and pink satin ties around the back.  No 
bra!   If she wore this only the soft cups of the nightie to contain her breasts?   
The only other item in the box was a pink, transparently sheer, and lacy pair of 
panties with pink ruffles along the front.
Now really nervous, Ashley knew she had to comply and reluctantly took off her 
clothes.   She didn?t know that, as usual, a camera recorded her reluctantly 
peeling off her clothes, pushing down her tame white cotton underpants and then 
naked, pulling on the sheer stockings, and stepping into the garter belt, which 
rested naturally on her narrow waist above her hips.   The swell of her well-
depilated pussy lips pouted at the camera as she bent at the waist, adjusting the 
lingerie.   She clipped the stockings up, then took the sheer pink panties and 
stepped into them.   Finally, she stepped into the ruffled, transparent, spotted 
babydoll negligee.  She fastened the black high-heels and straightened, looking at 
herself in the mirror.  She looked cheap, she thought, ashamedly, in this sex-toy 
outfit.   She blushed, but as she thought of her cousin seeing her like this, it was 
not altogether unpleasant.   A warm, slick, feeling started between her legs.
She opened the door to the washroom and stepped out into the study.   Her Uncle 
and Ralph were waiting for her, pacing, but they were not alone!   The scantily 
attired girl was shocked as her eyes met the furtive, excited gaze of a pimply, thin, 
redheaded boy.   His gaze quickly took in the provocatively attired, busty young 
woman, and he licked his lips unconsciously.   Ashley felt a sinking in her 
stomach and shrank into herself, her shoulders rounding in as she instinctively 
tried to decrease the thrust of her full breasts.
She glanced quickly towards Ralph, who was making adjustments to his camera, 
mounted on a tall tripod, pointed at one of the dark paneled walls of the study.   
This was precisely the bit of wall her Uncle made a head gesture towards, as he 
instructed Ashley, ?Hello, my dear, now that is a charming outfit and just right 
for our purposes today.  Please go and stand against that wall there, stand up 
straight!   Hands behind your back!?  Ashley had been wringing her hands 
nervously, and now forced them behind her, interlacing her fingers nervously.
?For today?s lesson, Ashley, which will be mostly what we call ?strap dancing? we 
have a guest.   Timmy has graciously agreed to help us set the tone of today?s 
activity.    Timmy, why don?t you shake hands with Ashley and ask her whatever 
you like.  Timmy is 15, an impressionable age in a young man, and I?m sure 
Ashley you want to help Timmy get an understanding of the role of boys and girls 
and the place in the hierarchy they occupy.   Timmy, please go over to Ashley and 
Ashley, give him a welcoming little kiss.?
Ashley, shuddered as the pimply adolescent walked up to her, grinning.  She gave 
the boy a reluctant quick peck on the cheek, but her Uncle admonished her, ?No, 
no, girl!  What kind of educational experience is that!   You are to give Timmy a 
proper kiss, and use your tongue properly!?
Ashley closed her eyes and let her lips brush the rough, eager lips of the boy 
before her.   Without a trace of subtlety, the inexperience boy thrust his tongue 
into Ashley?s wet mouth invading it.   Her tongue pushed back to no avail as she 
felt the rough incursion.  The boy just wrestled her tongue with his own, filling 
her mouth and forcing hers wider until Edward interrupted.  ?That?s good, now 
you two have been properly introduced!  That will make it easier for Ashley to 
show you her exercises!?
Edward, continued lecturing the helpless girl, ?We?ll put on some music, and for 
our purposes today, we will use a quick tempo.   In fact the ideal tempo for this is 
this Brazilian carnival music, fast and repetitive.   Samba, the traditional dance 
which you will be echoing during this exercise, involves very fast shimmying of 
the hips.   Let us see how you can do that Ashley, turn around and shake your 
hips quickly.
The girl turned reluctantly.   She started at the wall in front of her, aware of the 
eyes trained on the back of her body.   She started shaking her hips back and 
forth, but did so slowly, embarrassed at what it would look like if she shook her 
bottom to the frenetic pace of the music.
?As I expected Ashley is going to need help with the proper movements, and 
Timmy will be just the person to help her.   Ashley, you may continue for the 
moment your gentle swaying, however inappropriate to the music.   Timmy, 
please go stand behind Ashley.  Now please undo the lower three of the pink satin 
ribbons on the back of Ashley?s negligee.   Let the two sides just hang at her side.   
That?s it, now we have a nicely unfettered view of Ashley?s full rounded buttocks 
in their decorative transparent pink panties.   Timmy, what do you think of your 
pupil, because for today she is your pupil and you are the teacher, what do you 
think of your pupil?s bottom?
Ashley glanced nervously back at the young boy just behind her.   His eyes were 
wide and his grin sent waves of fear through Ashley?s stomach.  Involuntarily, she 
clenched her backside, and as she did so she saw Timmy grow wide-eyed and his 
grin broadened.
?Now Timmy,? instructed Edward, ?Ashley is clearly not up to speed on this butt-
shaking music, and so I?d like to have you motivate her to get her proper exercise.   
The name of this exercise is called ?strap dancing? and the rules are simple.   
Timmy take this leather strap.   Yes, you hold it by the end with the handle.  Note 
the wide, rough leather.  This is specially made to cause a wide sting wherever it 
is applied.  Now, the point of strap dancing, Ashley is control.   Timmy will smack 
the strap across your full buttocks, alternating between those charming cheeks of 
yours.   He will set the pace.  As soon as one smack falls, you are to shift your 
weight towards the opposite hip, thrusting your other ass cheek out for its 
smacking.   Timmy, please start very slowly, so Ashley can learn ?the ropes? so to 
speak.  Once she?s up to speed, we?ll increase the tempo and introduce some 
variations.   For now, Ashley, step a bit away form the wall, and put your hands 
on it.  Thrust your buttocks backward.?
Ashley obeyed reluctantly, feeling her bottom round out and thrust behind her.   
Her legs were tightly held together, but even so, the transparency of her panties 
allowed the men behind her to observe the rounded pouting of her vaginal pouch 
from behind.   
While Ralph?s shutter clicked away, almost drowned out by the rapid beat of the 
music, Timmy stepped up to Ashley?s outthrust rear.   With an expert and gleeful 
swing, Timmy arced the strap towards one pale cheek from the side.   Ashley felt 
a coarse pressure, then a hot sting where the strap connected with her pale, 
delicate bottom cheek, covered only in the most meager fashion by the 
transparent pink panties.   Ashley, naturally contracted the beaten buttock, 
thrusting out her other cheek.  Timmy obligingly brought he strap down on that 
cheek, make twin, parallel, wide pink stripes cross the lush hemispheres of 
Ashley?s bottom.   A few more back and forth smacks came slowly, and Ashley?s 
hips and buttocks, as well as her upper thighs, fled the side that had just been 
strapped, thrusting outwards on the other side, hip cocked, buttock presented, 
feminine upper thigh pressed outward but still tightly against its twin.
?Now, Timmy, please smack Ashley?s bottom for her, faster and harder.  Yes, 
that?s it, full tempo!   We want to see Ashley?s beet red bottom shimmying back 
and forth as quickly as possible!?
Ashley felt like her bottom was on fire.  But, the pain was only superficial, the 
heat and sting felt almost dreamlike.   She shimmied her bottom quickly back and 
forth.   
Edwards instructed, ?Just a moment Timmy.  You will resume in a second, but, 
Ashley, we would like to be able to observe your strap dancing a bit more directly.  
Please take off your panties and hand them to Timmy, who may well want to keep 
the as a souvenir!?
Ashley stood, embarrassed, and reached behind her.   She pushed the airy slip of 
panties down off her bottom, and down her long legs.   Obeying her Uncle?s 
instructions, she held the wadded up lace panty, the sole preserver of what little 
dignity she had, towards the schoolboy who took it with glee, pressing it against 
his face for a moment before putting it in his pocket.
?Now notice Timmy,? began her Uncle as he walked over to the bare bottomed 
girl, the rear halves of her babydoll open and draped over her sides as she bent 
forward, ?the pink hue of Ashley?s buttocks, the imprint of the stripes you are 
giving her, and the crest of deep pink at the apex of each darling bottom cheek.?
Edwards let a proprietary palm glide over the rounded flesh he was discussing, 
his fingers gripping the sensitive bottom halves one after the other, and 
squeezing.
?One thing to take into account when punishing a young lady, Timmy, is that the 
area being punished quickly becomes desensitized.  It is therefore necessary to 
either move to a new area, or constantly up the level of stimulation.  I want you 
now to continue what you were doing before, but even faster, and especially 
harder.  Your goal is to elicit appropriate yelps from Ashley.  Please begin.?
Timmy started out not much faster than before and Ashley?s hips swayed back 
and forth, but soon he started bringing the strap down onto the crest of each 
cheek very very quickly and much harder.    Ashley?s bottom stung fiercely and 
she wasn?t able to swing her hips fast enough.   Timmy watched the sexy young 
lady he was punishing tremble.  As he continued alternating sides of her rear end, 
she stopped moving her hips altogether, just keeping her buttocks tensing and 
shuddering.  The boy watched the deep red, prominent and delightful bottom 
before him, trembling and twitching as he continued applying the strap
?Just a moment, Timmy.  Ashley, as Timmy has been so kind as to help you with 
your strap dancing, I think he deserves a bit of a reward.   Timmy, is there 
anything Ashley can do for you to thank you for your efforts in helping educate 
her??
Timmy grinned, ?I want to feel her tits!?   Edward chuckled, ?Of course, that?s a 
wonderful idea.  I?m sure Ashley would be happy to give her large breasts a bit of 
a manual workout, wouldn?t you Ashley??
Ashley, look downcast at the floor embarrassed.   But when her Uncle ordered her 
to slip the straps of the babydoll down her arms, she did so compliantly.   And she 
watched as Timmy followed Edward?s instructions to fold down the bra cups on 
her lacey outfit, revealing her full, pale, heavy breasts.  Timmy reached out and 
placed one palm over each full globe, Ashley?s large tense nipple poking into his 
palm.   The girl whimpered in shame.   Timmy looked questioningly towards 
Edward, and broke into a grin when he saw Edward smile and nod to him, 
?They?re all yours, my boy.   Don?t worry about our teary doe there, her breasts 
are just made for manhandling.?
Timmy had touched other girl?s breasts before, but they were the just post-
pubescent tits of girls who let barely touch and prod their bare bosoms before 
they?d stop him.    The large warm breasts he now held, though, were his to do 
whatever he wanted with!   He gripped the pendant morsels hard and gave them 
a little shake.   Ashley?s full breasts quavered side-to-side and he watched their 
weight shift plumply.   Timmy  then closed his fingers on Ashley?s stiff, hard 
nipples, capturing them in the pincer of his thumb and second finger.   He 
pressed and felt the springy little buds compress and stretch out conically.   
Ashley moaned at this new ache in her tit-tips.   
Edward instructed Timmy, ?That?s good Timmy, why don?t you hold one of 
Ashley?s nipples there, and continue her strap dance? ?
The boy released one breast and took hold of the strap, then brought it down hard 
and quick alternating first on one of Ashley?s bottom cheeks then another.   
Ashley writhed, her hips churning, her bottom rising and falling, shifting towards 
one side then the other, her upper body trapped by the hot stinging anchor of her 
nipple in the boys hand.  The stimulation grew so strong, and the strapping came 
so fast, that Ashley?s hips stopped wiggling.   Instead she held her bottom 
hopelessly rigid, the smacks causing her entire backside to tremble and vibrate in 
place, her cheeks trembling as the strap fell on then again and again.
Finally, Edward interrupted the strapping and the girl?s bottom dancing, ?I think 
that?s enough strap dancing for our young lady for the moment.  It?s time instead, 
Timmy for her to help you provide a balm for that well-smacked bottom.   If you?d 
be so kind Ashley to face the wall and stick your bottom out towards Timmy, 
that?s right.  And Timmy, as a last favor to Ashley, could you please bare your 
penis??
The horny teenager didn?t need a second invitation.  He pulled open the 
waistband of his jeans and lowered the zipper.    With some difficulty, he 
managed to extract his erect member, which bounced proudly before him.  
?Timmy, please place your penis against Ashley?s warmed smacked bottom.   
Ashley, you are to continue your strap dance, and if you don?t want us to start it 
all over again from the beginning, you will use your delicious posterior to 
massage Timmy?s male organ.?
Ashley obeyed, sticking her bottom out and feeling the sticky hardness of 
Timmy?s cock caress her hot bottom cheeks, then nestle between her cheeks.  She 
continued rocking her hips obediently, as Edward instructed, ?Timmy, make sure 
that Ashley uses her bottom well, and that you cover it with a cooling bath of 
sperm.?
Ashley blushed.  She was being forced to use her stinging backside to masturbate 
the teenager.  She did feel the boy?s copious stickiness one her bottom soothe the 
sting, though, and she continued obediently writhing against his cock.
Timmy, couldn?t take any more and grabbing Ashley?s hips on either side he 
drove his penis between her legs, on the outside of her mons, where he orgasmed, 
his cockhead spitting out gobbet after gobbet of sticky white emission on Ashley?s 
pudendum and between the cheeks of her bottom.   Again and again, the young 
man spasmed and Ashley felt the hot jets coat her bottomcheeks, her vulva and 
her inner thighs, where it quickly cooled and pooled stickily.
?Stay still, Ashley, so Ralph can get some final shots of your delightful cunt and 
ass dripping Timmy?s sperm.  That?s it.  Now turn to Timmy and give him a good 
long tongue kiss, that?s it, and thank him for helping you with your strap dancing 
lesson, and for his balm on your ass.
Ashley, shamefacedly obeyed, kissing the boy and letting his tongue invade her 
passive mouth, then dejectedly whimpering, ?Thank you for helping me with 
strap dancing, and um?.thanks for cumming on me.?
?Very good Ashley, thanks, go clean up.  We?ll see you at dinner.?
Ashley slunk towards the door, tidying herself as best possible covering her 
breasts with her baby doll?s bodice.  She looked around for her panties, but 
Timmy had those, and she knew she wouldn?t get them back.   Humiliated, she 
dashed off towards her room, her sperm covered, strap-reddened backside 
exposed.
In the room, the three men had a good chuckle over the girl?s embarrassed exit.   
Ralph promised Timmy he?d get a copy of the video and stills Ralph had taken 
and the young boy left, ecstatic at having participated in the humiliation and 
ravishing of such a beautiful older girl, of the sort who normally would have 
nothing to do with him.   Already, Timmy felt, his penis was throbbing and 
wanting a second opportunity.   ?Well,? he thought, ?I can?t wait to jerk of to the 
film!?
Chapter 11. An Educational Experience
Ashley?s expression was concentrated, her lips pursed and her smooth rounded 
brow furrowed as sat at the laptop on the small desk in her room.   Her best 
friend from high school, Diana was on IM, where she went by the nickname 
fabulous D, which was appropriate as it described a measurement for which she 
was quite popular with the boys back home.  Instant messaging one another was 
as close as was possible, now that Ashley was so far away, to the kinds of 
continuous confidences that they were accustomed to exchanging throughout the 
day at school.   Ashley and Diana had been friends for years, and Ashley looked 
up to her slightly older, but far more outspoken, friend.
Ashley was torn between wanting to tell her friend of the embarrassing situations 
that had occurred in the last several weeks, of the humiliating punishments she?d 
endured, and of her nascent crush on her good-looking young cousin.   At the 
same time as her shame impelled her to be reticent, there was a seed of 
excitement deep down within her at how she was being used sexually, and a part 
of her yearned to impress her more adventurous friend.   Diana had always been 
the leader, the one who had more experience and sought excitement, laughing at 
Ashley?s schoolgirl crushes and her prudish approach to sex.
She?d spent the better part of an hour instant messaging with Diana this evening, 
and had exhausted her lore of British sights, shopping tales, and complaints 
about the weather.   She?d begun dropping slight hints about what she?d been 
undergoing.  She?d started explaining how her Uncle was ?very strict? and how he 
objected to her American ways and was setting about making her into his idea of 
a ?proper? young lady.   She circled the subject delicately for quite awhile, but 
Diana kept digging to try to better comprehend Ashley?s vague hints.  Without 
meaning to, Ashley mentioned the word ?punishments,? and, though the chat 
window couldn?t convey her friends? expression, the eagerness of her typed 
response caused Ashley to see in her mind Diana?s eager curious expression and 
wide-eyed reaction.
D: What????   What like you mean you get grounded or something? 
A: No? not really.   I mean, they?re British, you know? It?s kinda weird.  I don?t 
want to talk about it. 
D: What do you mean, ?they?re British??  They lock you in a dungeon or 
something, chica? 
A: No, of course not.   NO, it?s, forget it. 
D: Spill it, Ashes?. We don?t keep secrets from each other, remember? 
A: Damn.   OK, when something happens that my Uncle doesn?t like he punishes 
me? Sometimes Ralph is there too? and, some of his friends once too. 
D: What?!?
A: They?re a bunch of old pervs, D!   I can?t even start to explain!  If, like my 
clothes aren?t right or straight or something, or Uncle thinks that what I?m 
wearing is too revealing, he?ll order me to stand there and lecture me.    Usually, 
this means that I?ll have to take off my shirt or skirt, and then he?ll have me 
standing in some uncomfortable position in my underwear.  He?ll do it really 
slowly, making me take off one piece of clothing at a time.  Sometimes he says the 
most embarrassing personal things about my body as he makes me undress.   
And sometimes other people are there too! You can?t believe how humiliating it 
is.  Having to take off my clothes in front of a bunch of old guys who are leering at 
me and staring at my naked boobs. 
And?they won?t keep their hands off me, either!  Once my clothes start to come 
off, and especially when they order me to take off my bra or pull down my 
panties, they just touch me however they like as much as they like.
D: Ashley, what?  You mean they feel you up while you?re standing naked in front 
of them?   
A: Yes, but the ogling and copping feels of my body isn?t the worst part, the worst 
is the spankings.  You?d think these guys thought that a girl?s behind had a target 
painted on it, the way they slap my poor butt.  God it stings and it?s sooo 
embarrassing; my own Uncle smacking my bottom like I was a little girl.  No, not 
like a little girl, cause he and his friends make good and sure to fondle my tits 
while their big paws are smacking my reddened butt.    They?re like?.they do 
anything they like to my body and I have to let them grope me till I?m sore
D: Are you shitting me, Ashley?   You?re saying you?re getting naked with a bunch 
of old farts and your own cousin? 
A: NO!  I?m not getting naked with them!  They make me? they strip me and... 
D:  Wait, are they fucking you? 
A: OF course not.   It?s not like I?m being raped or anything.  They?re just doing it 
to make me ashamed so my behavior will improve.   You know, my Uncle doesn?t 
even seem to enjoy my punishments, not like his friends; he?s always so stern.  
He?s actually pretty patient, but he?s definitely strong willed.  But, my cousin 
Ralph likes to see me like that.  I sure can tell that.  I can see he?s hard half the 
time I?m being punished, and he fondles my body a lot!   But you know, I kinda 
like the feeling I get when he does it; it?s really exciting and almost makes the 
pain worthwhile.   He sometimes whispers really erotic things to me.
D: Wow, head trip.   I can?t imagine this.   You sure you?re ok?  
A: Yeah, I guess I am.   It?s no SO bad.   And you know, when I?m good, it?s great.   
I get to go shopping and my Uncle is really interesting and even warm when he?s 
not mad.  Besides, nothing has happened like that in a couple of weeks.  I think 
I?m learning how to dress and behave more properly, so I don?t even think this is 
a problem anymore.  Anyway, D, I gotta go.  Uncle told me he was having a guest 
and would need my help, and I do NOT want to be late with my chores! 
D: OK, wow, I want to hear more later.   Keep your clothes on girl! Bye 
A: Bye.
She rose from her desk and stretched.   The clock on the desk said she had 5 
minutes still before she needed to go down to the kitchen and bring lunch to her 
Uncle who was spending the morning in his study writing, as usual.    The routine 
over the last couple of weeks had been steady, and Ashley was confident that she 
would be able to do her chores satisfactorily.  She went into the bathroom and 
tidied herself up so her appearance was sure not to be a cause for her Uncle to be 
displeased with her.  She brushed her teeth, smiled at herself and was pleased 
with the wide, gleaming, white toothed smile in the mirror.
She tidied her dress, a soft edged, billowing, sheer blue flower patterned shift 
she?d chosen with her Uncle.   The peasant bodice ruffled loosely at her chest, 
then had a babydoll flare down to a soft-hemmed edge which reached Ashley high 
on her thigh.   Her shapely legs were naked and she stepped into a pair of 
fashionable red cloth Converses, the red contrasting with the white border of the 
rubber soles.   Looking at herself in the mirror, the young lady pirouetted vainly, 
the dress flaring and billowing out around her.
Making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, she passed her Uncle?s study.  She 
knocked timidly on the half open door, and entered when he beckoned her in.   
Pale sunlight filtered in the large window behind her Uncle, diffused by the 
diaphanous, gauzy curtains.   Edward sat at a large oak desk, a pile of books piled 
on one side, and a pen in his hand.   
?Ashley,? he intoned, not unkindly, ?You?ll find nuts and olives in the refrigerator.   
You will serve them to me and my guest at the table.   Oh? and bring out the 
chilled Ma?on-Villages.   The professor appreciates a good Burgundy.
?Yes, Uncle,? answered the girl as she made her way to the kitchen obediently.
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Not many minutes later, outside the imposing house, a tall, paunchy, white 
haired, balding, 70-year old arranged his coat?s fur collar fastidiously, before 
reaching out for the bell-pull.    The sound of a chime resounded through the 
house, and after a moment, the door was opened by Ashley.
Professor Marquist took a moment to acquaint himself with the subject of the 
elaborate preparations he had arranged with the girl?s Uncle over the last few 
weeks.
?Yes,? he thought with a self-satisfied smile, which did not however register 
overtly on his face, ?she will be perfect.?  His unwavering gaze travelled 
unfettered over the girl?s pretty face and big hazel eyes, her full lips and wide 
mouth, down over the lines of the flowing dress to take in the generous curvature 
of her chest, and her long, bare legs.   Ashley, embarrassed, let her gaze drop and 
her hands clasped nervously in front of her.
?Good morning, young lady!? Marquist said, his tone practiced from more than 
forty years of dealing with schoolchildren, ?I am Professor Marquist.  I believe 
you should be inviting me inside, should you not??
?Of course, sir, I?m sorry.  Please do come in,? Ashley responded, hastily.   
Marquist entered into the foyer, and turning his back to the girl, loosened and 
cast back his black, fur trimmed, overcoat.  Ashley was just quick enough to reach 
up and take it from the tall old man.   Looking nervously about, she lifted the 
heavy coat onto an empty curved crook on the free-standing coat-rack next to 
her.  
?Please come inside,? repeated the girl.  Marquist motioned for her to precede 
him, and as she walked in front of him he let her get a slight distance ahead so he 
had a better vantage point of her.   ?Ah, what a delightful swell this one has to her 
arse!? he thought, ?It looks prominent but not too large, no, this girl has a nice 
meaty posterior, but trim.  She is top-heavy, shall we say?  And such nice, lean, 
schoolgirl legs.  She will look delightful naked and that creamy skin will feel 
magnificent in my hands.  Now, patience, old bean,? he admonished himself, 
?there?ll be time.?
Edward had descended the staircase and met his guest at the entrance to the 
parlor.  Ashley left them exchanging greetings as she went to make final 
preparations.   The two men made their way into the sitting room, and Ashley 
entered the kitchen and continued laying out the bowls of h?rs d?ouvres she was 
to bring out.   She found the bottle of white wine in the refrigerator, and, not 
familiar with how to open the bottle, took it in and a pair of glasses her Uncle and 
his guest.
The older man, she observed, was comfortably ensconced in a deep armchair, 
while her Uncle leaned against the mantle over the fireplace speaking to him.   
She noticed that her Uncle seemed to treat the tall Professor with a degree of 
deference, whether due to his status or age, she couldn?t tell.   
Marquist observed delightedly the entrance of the young girl into the room.   He 
calmed himself, staring at her as she stood holding out the bottle of white wine 
and the glasses.   She looked so appetizing, pink and healthy, and that mane of 
dark hair, so glossy and smooth!  As she turned from him to proffer the bottle to 
her uncle, Marquist?s expert gaze ascertained through her flimsy, short dress, the 
shape of the girl?s panties.   He decided they were white lace slightly square cut, 
covering the top of her bottom with a dip in the waist creating an slight V, and 
ending in a square bottom, covering the girl?s nether cheeks but leaving the outer 
crescent of her backside uncovered.   Taut, tanned thighs, a long curve of haunch, 
and perfect dimpled knees, trim calves and small feet in those scandalous red 
sneakers.  Well, the sneakers would come in useful, observed the old man to 
himself.
Ashley kept her eyes downcast, but even though she dared not look at the older 
man, except for a quick, scared glance at his amused but steely expression, she 
could feel his eyes roam over her face and body as she waited to serve him 
obediently.  Silently, she shuddered at what he must be seeing!  Her dress was 
short and filmy and the provocative curves of her body would be clearly visible 
through it.  As, she gasped to realized, probably the shape of her underwear.  
What only moments before had been a cause for vanity as she prepared herself 
for the ?guests? now caused her the most hot embarrassment.  ?Darn!? she 
though to herself, ?I shouldn?t have worn this outfit!?  She knew though that to 
have disobeyed her Uncle?s explicit instructions on what to wear for this occasion 
would have probably been enough excuse for him to do something much worse.  
He could well have ordered her to remove her clothing while he, or worse, he and 
the Professor, watched her.
Edward strode over to the distracted and flushed girl and took the bottle from her 
hand.  With an indication of his head towards the professor,  he sent Ashley to 
offer him a glass.   Edward expertly extracted the cork from the bottle and handed 
it back to Ashley.   She walked demurely over to the professor and stood before 
him, dutifully proffering the chilled wine.  Marquist glanced up at the bottle, his 
demeanor dismissive and haughty.  The dewdrops of condensation on the cold 
glass made him muse to himself for a moment, ?now, how shall I go about 
bringing similar teardrops from this nubile foal??   A smile flitted across his face, 
as his gaze swept from the bottle towards the young lady serving him.   He lifted 
his glass.  The girl took it.  She didn?t want to spill a drop, which would have been 
another occasion for being punished, and concentration furrowed her smooth, 
rounded, brow as she let a stream of pale yellow wine cascade into the 
gentleman?s glass.
She didn?t really follow the conversation between the two men, but made sure to 
keep their glasses full, while they talked of education, or so it mostly seemed to 
her.   She circulated small plates of nuts and olives, as well as dainty finger-
sandwiches of cheese and cucumber to the two gentlemen, and observed 
Marquist?s color heightening with the wine.  Once, as she bent low to offer a 
platter to the aging professor, she couldn?t help notice his cold glance fix itself on 
the naked expanse of her shoulders and upper chest, bared by the sleeves of her 
peasant blue dress.   Although the swell of her breasts was evident, at least, she 
thought to herself, the top edge of the front was snug to her body and covered her 
chest demurely.  ?The old goat won?t get much of a view!? she thought.  Her 
observation would turn out to be about as incorrect as possible, for Marquist had 
plans which would shortly lead to him viewing every last detail of Ashley?s young 
body.
Ashley straightened up as Marquist took a pensive bite of the small sandwich he?d 
taken.   Before she could turn away from him, he addressed her imperiously,  
?Young lady, please put down that tray.  I should like to interrogate you on the 
form and content of your education.
?Yes, that?s right, put down the tray and put your hands at your side.  Don?t 
fidget, girl!   Now, I should like to know what form you?re in.?
?Sir?? stammered Ashley, ?I don?t understand what you mean by form.?
?Don?t be stupid, girl, how far along are you in your schooling?  How many years 
do you have before you go to University, though Lord knows,? he muttered, ?you 
certainly look more mature than your infantile behavior indicates.?
?I?m a senior next year, Sir,? explained Ashley, ?In the US this means that I have 
one more year, and then I will go to college, which is?like?? she felt herself 
explaining lamely, ?university, but not necessarily ?umm??
?Yes, yes.? Marquist interrupted impatiently, and continued his questioning 
regarding her schooling.   Ashley did her best to respond to his questions on the 
curriculum she?d studied, how many subjects, how many hours, all sorts of 
things.   She seemed unable to please him with her answers; his manner indicated 
he found her answers unsatisfactory and her education, by extension lacking.
After some time of this, he interrupted his questioning and addressed Edward, 
?You know, Edward, old chap, the kind of lax environment in which your charge 
has grown up really doesn?t bode well for her character if not assisted properly 
along.  You?ve told me how effective your own treatments of this young lady have 
been, but as you know I have my own scientifically derived procedures.   If you 
could just direct me to where I can get started in private??
?Yes, of course, Marquist, I had anticipated that you?d be interested in getting 
your own perspective on the matter of my niece, so I?ve prepared the upstairs 
study for you.  It is fully at your disposal.   Is there anything special you might 
require??
?Most kind, Edward, I?ve brought most everything I need in my little bag here, 
but perhaps, while I go settle in, Ashley can furnish herself with a small container 
of soapy warm water and some small towels??
Edward signaled his niece sternly and taking the elder teacher by the arm 
congenially led him towards the stairs.   They climbed together, talking quietly, 
then disappeared into the upstairs study, a sanctum Ashley only rarely was 
invited into.   A fluttering sensation in her stomach accompanied Ashley?s 
realization that, just as she?d been telling Andrea a few hours before, the old man 
had every intention of abusing her defenseless position in the household.   She 
was helpless to resist, and she was almost in tears as she went into the kitchen 
and found a small basin.   She climbed the stairs and stopped into the bathroom 
on the first floor to do as she?d been bid, and collect two white hand towels.  She 
lingered, trying to delay entering the study whose closed doors she glanced at 
with foreboding, the muffled, jovial voices within unintelligible.  She filled the 
bucket with warm water, and holding a bar of hand soap under the surface 
rubbed it back and forth, as the water clouded over and became slick.  Finally she 
returned the bar of soap to its dish and washed and dried her hands.    Unable to 
delay any further, she trembled slightly and made her way slowly to the door of 
the study, where she knocked softly.   She obeyed the barked response, and 
entered the study.
Edward?s book-lined, oak paneled study was a classical male sanctum of learning.    
Dominated by a large dark walnut desk, the room was contained a brown button-
leather sofa and two large matching chairs and an ottoman.   The afternoon light 
filtered in through slatted shutters, lending a golden hue to the warm wooden 
walls and bookcases.   The men looked up at the girl as she entered, her delicate 
blue dress a contrast to the masculine earth-tones and textures of the room. 
Edward turned to Marquist, ?Right, then, old chap, I shall leave you two to it.   I 
will be going out this afternoon, as I have a number of matters to which I should 
attend.    Take your time with Ashley, and let yourself out afterwards, yes?   We 
shall have ample time to discuss your findings soon.   Righto, Ashley, on your best 
behavior, now, you are to mind Professor Marquist precisely.  Should I hear 
reports that you have not behaved yourself your punishment will be quick and 
severe,  Do you understand, young lady??
?Yes, Uncle, but? you?re leaving me here alone?   Can?t you stay?? Ashley queried 
tremulously, peeking up at the old professor on whose lips she could see a small, 
tight smile of satisfaction.
?Young lady, none of that!? admonished her Uncle.   ?The professor and I see eye 
to eye on the rigorous education of young people, and though our methods vary 
somewhat, you will have ample opportunity to sample both of our methodologies.  
Marquist, adieu.?  With this, Edward sailed out the door, closing it behind him.
As the door clicked shut, Ashley quickly looked up at the tall, portly schoolmaster.
?Ah, we are finally alone, my dear.   Good, good.    As Edward intimated, he and I 
share philosophical roots when it comes to educating young people.   In my long 
career in education I have learned that the activity of punishing and humiliating 
young ladies like yourself, Ashley, is very healthful, for me at least, if not for the 
young ladies in question.
?I shall require your cooperation, young lady, as I don?t intend to run around 
after you.  I will remind you just this once that should I report your misbehavior 
to your guardian, you will be subjected to twice the inconvenience and discomfort 
which you avoided in the first place!?
Ashley stood rooted with fear next to the low side table where she?d placed the 
towels and water.   The man stood, imposingly tall despite his age, and walked 
over to her.   She looked down fearfully, then felt his hand reach out and grasp 
the back of her neck under her hair.   She was pushed forward then Marquist 
turned his hand and gathered the man of chestnut hair in his fist and pulled her 
forward by it.   Walking towards the ottoman, Marquist pulled the girl along by 
her hair.  ?Take off your shoes,? he commanded.  Ashley, partly suspended by the 
hand in holding her hair crooked one leg then the other up and pushed the red 
Converses off her heels and on to the floor.
?Pick them up and put them on the sidetable!? ordered Marquist, leaving her 
slack in his grip so she could bend with a sideways twist to pick up the shoes and 
put them on the table.
As the tall man held the girl?s chestnut mane securely in his palm, he sternly 
delivered a practiced lecture, which made the terrified girl, already aghast at 
being grabbed and secured with such lack of deference, quake.  
?Ashley, it is clear to me from your demeanor and your very own report of your 
studies,? lectured the Professor, ?that you have not been taught the mental 
discipline and sacrifice required to apply yourself diligently to becoming a well 
rounded young lady!?  
?Edward and I share, as he mentioned to you, the philosophy that this sort of 
lackadaisical attitude must be nipped in the bud, and I for one am a strong 
proponent of the effectiveness of humiliation in retraining wayward young ladies.
?Let me ask you, Ashley, what would you say is the best source of humiliation for 
a young teen-aged woman, like yourself, on the cusp of womanhood and its 
responsibilities, but still self-indulgent like a child?
Ashley, whimpered, her wide, doe-eyes looking frightened at the man holding 
her.   Marquist smiled cruelly at her, and went on lecturing.
?You are silent on this matter are you, little one?  Well, I shall enlighten you!  A 
girl like you, just growing into and getting to know her own budding womanhood, 
believing she alone is the master of her newly found femininity?  Why, it?s simple.   
The subjugation and usurpation of her body by her teacher, the realization that 
her body belongs not to herself but to those men older than her to who she owes 
respect and obedience, that is the most effective way of instilling shame in a 
nubile girl like you.
?And that, young lady, is exactly what I intend to do to you in the uninterrupted 
hours ahead of us.  You will find, Ashley, that I will come to know and command 
your womanly charms more comprehensively than you do yourself!
?Now, kneel on the ottoman young lady, for I?m ready to examine your ripe but 
still green womanliness.?
Ashley, trembling, felt herself pushed towards the low ottoman.   Following his 
certain lead, like a horse with no choice as to what motions to enact under the 
guidance of a confident rider, she leaned onto the low cushioned pedestal, 
positioning one knee on it, then the other.  
Releasing her hair after she?d climbed up, Marquist stepped back to have a better 
overall view of the girl.    He walked around her, his gaze travelling up her long, 
bare legs.
?You may have come to believe, Ashley, that your delightful figure gives you a 
certain power over men who are obviously drawn to it.  You will find, though, that 
the very attributes you are so proud of, your slim, long legs, your ripe full bust, 
the womanly swell of your bottom and your lovely face, all these are merely more 
reason for your educators to take their own delight in having their way with you.  
 ?Now, grasp the hem of your little dress, young lady, and pull it up all the way 
above your waist.   Let?s get a look of the underwear you?ll soon be removing, 
shall we??
Ashley, hesitated, frozen in place with fear.  She looked up quickly as she saw 
Marquist stride over to the desk.  He picked up one of her Converses and quickly 
moved to her side.  He turned the sneaker so that the toe was held firmly in his 
grip, the sole of the shoe pointed outwards.?
?You will find that lack of total and immediate obedience will not be tolerated, 
young lady!?
Grasping her by her hair again, Marquist pushed Ashley?s head down, making her 
bend forward at the waist and causing her bottom to thrust backward and the 
dress to ride up to the very top of her legs.
Ashley?s trainer, firmly in her tormentor?s rose in a long arc to the height of his 
shoulder, and Marquist expertly brought the springy rubber sole down hard on 
the bare flesh at the very top rear of her thighs.
As Ashley shrieked and squirmed vainly in the man?s grip, he calmly spoke to the 
girl, while raising the shoe again. 
?Your disobedience, Ashley, is of no consequence to me, as I am more than happy 
to provide your naughty, naked thighs some motivation.
The shoe slapped stingingly into her other leg, and Ashley again cried out and 
rocked her body forward, shuffling the smacked thigh forward, only to receive 
another smack on the other leg.   Marquist continued alternating between her 
thighs as the distressed girl whimpered and shuffled ineffectively. 
?You will, ? SMACK, ? be raising your skirt, SMACK, for me in a moment, girl!  
Only due to your hesitation the backs of your thighs will have a very, SMACK,  
red, SMACK,  likeness of the bottom of your shoe to decorate them.?
Marquist observed how the distressed girl?s full posterior bounced around, her 
filmy skirt swishing up and down wildly as her creamy, soft thighs became 
suffused first with a pale pinkness, then as he continued the rhythmic slap of 
rubber against girl-flesh, impervious to Ashley?s piteous cries and whimpers, 
deepening to a corona of suffused redness surrounding, on each leg, a deep red 
mark in the shape of Ashley?s own footwear.
Marquist had to force himself to stop, reminding himself that he must pace 
things, and that he would have plenty of occasion to continue punishing his 
delightful plaything shortly.  
?And now, girl!? he barked, releasing his hold of her, ?You will raise your skirt 
above your waist, as ordered!?  Ashley quickly grasped the lower hem of the 
flimsy blue dress and pulled it up, baring herself from just below her belly button.   
She held the hem up just below her shoulders, obeying as well as she could.  
From behind, Marquist leisurely examined the body the docile girl was just 
starting to show him.   Her long back was bare from the midriff down, tapering to 
a narrow waist, then quickly flaring at her girlish hips which were only half 
covered by a pair of ruffle-edged, white lace panties with an ornamental 
sprinkling of printed green flowers.  
Under the thin panties? lower hem, Marquist delighted to note Ashley?s 
prominent, full pale bottom cheeks, the skin goose dimpling in embarrassment, 
taut and firmly rounded.   Her legs were shapely and well rounded, each thigh 
graced with the angry pink bloom of her punishment. As Ashley leaned on her 
knees on the ottoman, she tried to keep her legs closely pressed together, causing 
the full cheeks of her buttocks to clench visibly under the thin lace of her panties.  
Marquist walked around the girl, unapologetically staring at the nubile your body 
on display for him.    
Under the dress Ashley obediently held up to her midriff, her gently swelling belly 
curved sleekly into her dainty panties.  Marquist came around to her front, and 
Ashley watched the older man stare at the swell of her pubis under the lace.  
Casually, he brought one hand up to smooth and pet the dark mane of Ashley?s 
hair.  Ashley gasped as she felt his other hand cup the lower curve of her breast, 
hefting the full globe and giving it a series of pulsing squeezes.   Bending down 
before the girl he ordered, ?Arch your back Ashley!  Thrust out your bosom for 
me.?  Ashley quickly did as she was told, and Marquist?s hand shifted its grip on 
her heavy breast, fingers splaying over its surface and grasping and sinking into 
her soft orb.   His other hand traced the curve of her bare lower belly, making its 
way over her trembling soft skin, tracing down then playing with the elastic band 
of the top of her panties.  Ashley held her breath, as she waited fearfully.  Would 
he slip his fingers inside her panties, oh god, she would die!
Marquists fingers continued their trajectory however, over the edge of her 
panties, and his fingertips travelled down the lace front of her pudendum.   
Marquist reveled in the feel of his ripe plaything?s heavy tit.   The swelling 
heaviness was soft and pliant, under a thin cotton covering and a nicely textured 
lace underwire bra.   His other hand stroked the girl?s swelling mons and 
Marquist could feel the cushion of her pubic hair, and where it stopped and 
yielded to a soft, swelling bifurcation.   The girl whimpered.  Marquist?s fingers 
traced the swell of Ashley?s nether lips possessively.
?As you can tell, Ashley,? intoned the man as he squeezed the girl?s captive breast 
and toyed with her crotch, ?these lovely and delicate garments you are wearing, 
will only provide a brief dalliance.  Make no mistake, you little tart, that I intend 
to handle your big boobs, and your ripe cunt thoroughly, first over these 
decorative niceties, and then entirely, naked, not a shred of clothing on you!?
Ashley closed her eyes in mortification.   She felt the old man?s slow, unhurried, 
groping.   Damn him! He knew he had all the time in the world.   Her right breast 
felt warm and full, as the professor?s hand squeezed and hefted it as if her boob 
were a fruit he was considering buying at the market.  Worse than that was what 
he was doing at her pussy! She squirmed as she felt his fingers trace back and 
forth over each sensitive labium, which she felt involuntarily growing slicker.   
She knew he could feel the dampness coming from her.  She blushed, and a little 
whimper escaped her lips.
?Ashley, raise your arms above your head.  It is time to take your dress off, so I 
can see you in you panties and bra!?
She did as she was ordered, the dress falling down over her middle, his hand still 
under it.   Grasping the hem of her dress, Marquist swiftly pulled it off her 
roughly.
?Put your hands behind your head.  Display yourself properly!? chided the 
professor.   Ashley raised her hands and clasped them behind her head.   
Marquist?s palm smacked casually across her pantied bottom, his hand amply 
covering both of her bottom cheeks.  ?Thrust, filly!? He commanded.   Ashley 
curved her spine as he pulled her shoulders back, causing her to push out her 
bottom and her breasts.
?Open your legs a bit, titmouse!?  Ashley gasped at the use of the humiliating 
term.   Her Uncle must have told Marquist about this!  She was so embarrassed 
that the two men had conferred, Edward telling the older disciplinarian how her 
body reacted when her breasts were stimulated.
?Oh, yes, titmouse,? smiled Marquist as he placed both hands over her breasts, 
feeling the lacy brassiere covering the plentiful swelling breasts, as they heaved to 
Ashley?s distressed breathing.  ?Edward has been kind enough to share some 
notes about you with me, so as to most propitiously advance your education.?
Moving to one side of her, while keeping one hand on her breast, Marquist?s 
fingers traced across the pendulous globe, quickly finding the hard protrusions of 
Ashley?s nipple.   His fingers traced the circumference of her lace-covered areola, 
then flicked across the bud of her nipple.   Ashley felt her nipple rise shamefully, 
as if asking for more torment, which Marquist was happy to oblige her with.   His 
thumb and first finger closed softly on her stiffening nub, then pinched it harder.   
She felt her nipple being squeezed, then pulled, and felt her nipple engorge and 
stiffen further under the teasing.   Sparks of heat and stinging radiated from her 
tit-tips, and shot down her stomach.  She felt the sensation root between her legs.   
?Your tits, Ashley,? commented the old man as his hands roved freely over 
Ashley?s lace covered globes, ?are exemplary.  Just what one likes to see in a slim 
young woman like yourself, nice and fat, round and upstanding.? Ashley blushed 
as the lecherous old man felt her up through the delicate lace of her bra, once 
again finding her large, springy nipples. He pinched the tender buds eliciting a 
sharp intake of breath from the captive girl.  ?One does like a girl with thick, big 
nipples like yours, young lady.  So much easier to grip and tug on than some girls 
meager tit tips, but not you, eh Ashley??  Both fingers gripped Ashley?s nipples 
through her bra and Marquist pulled and tweaked the morsels painfully, 
watching Ashley?s shoulders and hips writhe.  He rubbed the captive nubbins 
feeling the scratchy black lace abrade the girls? sensitive flesh.  
Marquist delighted in observing the deep d?colletage of his young victim, and 
smiled inwardly at his luck.   ?Stacked and submissive? he thought to himself.   
Rarely had he had the occasion to handle tits as full and big as Ashley?s, save for 
on occasion some chubby pupil with fat hanging dugs.   This girl however, was 
first rate and he delighted in imagining what she would look like once he?d 
stripped her completely.
Marquists? hand dropped behind the girl and came to rest proprietarily cupping 
her pantied bottom.   He squeezed her full cheek.  Ashley realized her bottom was 
churning under the stimulation to her nipple, but couldn?t help it, her bottom 
shifted and swayed, her hips gyrating, the pulses of sensation from her tormented 
nipple shooting through her, forcing her to squirm and push her bottom into the 
old lecher?s groping hand. 
Marquist laughed, and casually swatted the bottom cheek he was holding, then 
went back to caressing her posterior globe. The girl?s delightful, full buttocks, 
pushed into his palm involuntarily.
?Your nipples, just as reported, titmouse, are nice and sensitive, aren?t they.  And 
when I pinch them like this,? he said, giving her captive nipple a strong squeeze, 
?your naughty bottom?? Another SMACK across her ass cheek. ?Can?t help but 
get involved in the rhythm, can it??
As Ashley moaned and whimpered, the old man took his pleasure tweaking her 
nipple, pulling and squeezing it through the pale green lace of her bra cup, as his 
other hand caressed the curves of her plump bottom cheek.
Marquist observed the squirming girl with delight.    As she trembled on her 
knees before him, hands behind her head, her spectacular, fat, youthfully 
upstanding, breast jiggled in the strong grip he held her nipple in.    Her bottom 
cheeks danced deliciously under their boy-cut lacy, translucent panties.  
?For our next game, titmouse, I need you to put your hands down on the ottoman 
as well.  That?s right, on all fours.   Spread those legs a bit wider, we?ll have no 
false modesty, as you?ll be showing me your cunt very soon.  Do you understand, 
Ashley, that you will be made to show your naked pussy to me?  I shall examine 
your coral lips and your vagina, and I certainly hope you?ve done a proper job of 
depilating yourself.   Bald cunnies are so much more appealing.  Do you 
understand??
?Oh, yes, sir? Ashley responded reluctantly.   She watched Marquist go to the desk 
and fetch the basin of water and the handtowel Ashley had prepared.    He placed 
the basin on the ottoman, between her hands and knees.   As she posed on hands 
and knees there, her breasts hanging down, Marquist pushed the small of her 
back down causing her to curve and thrust her backside out.   She watched him 
dip the handtowel in the basin and draw the dripping cloth out.   He draped the 
soaking handtowel over her outthrust bottom, and Ashley felt rivulets stream 
between her bottom cheeks and between her legs, and down the rear of her 
thighs.
?Not only does this wetting down of your bottom render your panties 
transparent,? mused Marquist, ?delightfully revealing your full rounded bottom, 
but also it will lend a crisp sting and a most satisfying sound to the spanking your 
are about to receive, Ashley!  I feel it is important that a young lady feel the full 
effects of her bottom spanking with a minimum of discomfort to her educator.  
I?m sure you agree.   And the transparency of your little panties will help me to 
even out the redness on your bottom as it gets smacked.  We don?t want your rear 
to be splotchy and unsightly, now do we?  No, we want a nice even coverage of 
spanks bringing a uniform rosy glow to those naughty female cheeks.
?But before you are thoroughly spanked, a few adjustments are required to your 
dress.   A girl must be properly stripped for a spanking, do you not agree??  
Marquist returned the towel to the basin.  His hand came up, and Ashley felt him 
undo the catch of her bra.  She shuddered as she felt the delicate last covering her 
breasts had being pulled away, and the bra pooled limply around her wrists.   
Marquist took up the wet towel and applied it to the side of one of the helpless 
girl?s plump hanging breasts.  He used it to thoroughly soak Ashley?s pendulous 
breast, rubbing the toweling roughly over her now naked globe, first scrubbing 
the towling against the side of her pendulous boob, then arcing over its lower 
curve, finally using it on the downpointing, fright-tensed nipples.   Ashley felt the 
moist but rough towel scrub her tender, sensitive tit tips, the nipple hardening 
and lengthening as the towel scraped her. She felt the stimulation shoot from her 
nipples through her stomach and spark in her groin.  Her eyes closed in 
humiliation, and she quickly tried to still the churning motion starting in her 
damp bottom. 
 Marquist observed the effect on the poor girl, noting how the stimulation of her 
nipples caused her bottom to involuntarily dance about.  He smiled to himself 
and, rewetting the towel, applied it to the girl?s other bare breast, subjecting that 
nipple as well to a thorough scrubbing and watching it redden, tense and puff up, 
the central nub hardening and lengthening.  
?Your bare breasts are quite a fetching handful, titmouse,? mused Marquist.  I 
would say it is time for me to get well acquainted with your boobs.  The old man 
put down the towel and fixed his gaze on the poor girl before him.  Obediently 
arched on all fours, her breasts hung down--ready, he thought to himself with 
amusement, to be milked like a helpless girl-calf.  With this image amusedly in 
mind, Marquist reached under the girl to grasp one heavy breast in each hand.   
His fingers encircled the base of Ashley?s hanging boobs and slowly but firmly 
squeezed and coursed down her globe from base to tip.  His palms cupped the 
lowest curve of her breasts, the nipples hard against his palms, then his fingertips 
traced the bottom of her breasts until coming to her tensed nipples. They closed 
firmly on the twin buds and Marquist tugged strongly on Ashley?s nipples, 
watching her full breasts stretch and lengthen.  The springy nipples elongated 
marvelously, flattening and stretching to twice their normal length.   The girl 
moaned, and a shudder ran through her hips and caused her bottom cheeks to 
tremble.
Tugging on Ashley?s nipples, Marquist lectured the girl, ?Willful young women 
such as yourself, Ashley, need to be reminded of their place!  You see, it is easy 
for an attractive girl like you to get attention from boys and come to believe that 
you have the upper hand, doling out access to your pretty little body as you see 
fit.? Again, Marquist?s hands grasped the base of Ashley?s exposed boobs and 
repeated their travel down to her nipples which he pinched viciously.  The girl 
winced and whimpered as she felt her stretched out tit-tips imprisoned and 
pulled.   Her bottom clenched and released with the tension.  She knew her 
bottom was dancing back and forth, but the pressure and tension between her 
legs was unbearable.   A tear came to her eye.  That was why her Uncle had 
nicknamed her ?titmouse? she knew.  Her nipples were her most erogenous zone 
and she couldn?t control her reaction when they were stimulated!  The pain in her 
boobs was intense, but it immediately caused her cunny lips to get wet and slick.  
She could feel the dampness and the moist sliding feeling between her legs as her 
hips churned and her lips rubbed against each other. 
Marquist continued.  ?It?s very important, titmouse, that we teach you proper 
subservience and dispel these notions of grandeur.  As you can feel, you are just 
an obedient little cow whose swollen udders are ripe for milking.  These creamy, 
white, full tits need a good working over, your nipples need thorough pinching,? 
Ashley exhaled and moaned as Marquist compressed her springy nipples in his 
fingers and a jolt shot through her breasts and settled between her legs.   ?? and 
tugging,? continued Marquist.   The man observed Ashley?s soft bottom quiver.  
He smiled as he tugged repeatedly on the girl?s nipples and observed the tremors 
in her soft ass cheeks, revealed through the wet transparent cream colored 
panties.   He released one breast tip while continuing to pinch and pull the other.   
He raised his arm to shoulder level and flattened his palm tensing it.  Timing the 
stroke so it coincided with a strong pinch to Ashley?s imprisoned nipple, he 
brought his palm down on the center of one soft ass cheek.   The smack 
resounded noisily through the room as Ashley?s bottom cheek flattened under the 
impact.  He watched the ripples travel through her soft, wide, feminine bottom, 
as if in slow motion.   Beneath the delicate material of her panties, a pale pink 
splotch formed on her white ass cheek.  Marquist grabbed her other breast 
roughly, palming the delicate globe.   ?We can?t ignore this warm puppy tit, now 
can we little girl??  He groped and squeezed that bare breast, then his fingers 
found that nipple. Slowly and cruelly, he increased the tightness of his grip on 
Ashley?s nipple, squeezing and crushing it, then slowly pulling it down, away from 
her body.   Ashley arched her chest down further to ease the pain of having her 
boob stretched out, which caused her bottom to thrust out further.
Marquists? arm went up again and his palm fell, delivering another strong smack 
to Ashley?s alternate bottom cheek.   She felt the strong stinging in the center of 
each of her tender bottom cheeks, then felt the old man?s palm cup her bottom 
and squeeze and pat her helpless cheeks. 
?You see, young lady, how very necessary it is for a girl like you to have her 
breasts milked!  Clearly your little backside needs a bit more attention, as 
evidenced by how it is trying to draw notice to itself by dancing around.   Those 
first few smacks are just a little warm up for the good long over the knee spanking 
you are to receive, little one.   I should say it is time to bare your bottom in 
preparation for giving it some nice deep color!?
Ashley felt one of the man?s hands grasp one breast possessively.   His other hand 
hooked into the waistband of her panties.   Ashley gasped as she realized that the 
old man was about to pull her panties down!
?There is nothing to remind a young lady of her proper position,? lectured the old 
scholar, ?than the realization that the last vetiges of her modesty are to be taken 
from her.  Yes, even these damp transparent underthings you are wearing Ashley, 
may give you the illusion that access to your ripe young body is still yours to 
control.   Nothing like pulling down a girls panties and baring her bottom, as if 
she were a naughty child, to drive home to her the reality of her predicament.  
Yes, Ashley, as I pull down your panties your delightful pink bottom will be 
totally at my mercy.   Such delicate skin and soft rounded cheeks you have little 
titmouse. ?
Marquist slowly pulled the girl?s panties down off her curved, defenseless bottom, 
pushing them down until they were stretched between the middle of her upper 
thighs.  She mewled in shame at being made to display her bottom and also, she 
knew, her delicate pussy lips.   
?Much better, don?t you think little one? No more pesky slip of panties to come 
between your bottom and my hand??
Marquist plumped Ashley?s spectacular, heavy, breast delightedly,   The poor girl 
helpless before him was in a paroxysm of submission, attempting to avoid 
punishment!  How marvelous.  What delightful breasts she had, and how well 
matched they were to her full posterior!   And between the well formed rounds of 
her bottom, her clean, pink, hairless slit was his to examine at will.    Pouting and 
puffy, the rear of her labia gaped slightly to display the opening of her vagina.  In 
the front, the clean line of her pussy lips led to the slightly protruding morsel of 
flesh hiding Ashley?s clit.  
 It had been awhile since he?d had the opportunity to practice his will on such a 
delightful specimen of docile femininity.   She was small boned and slight in the 
arms and shoulders, but her breasts, and her buttocks had a lovely full round 
pertness.   He milked the girl?s damp, hanging udder, pulling her teat down 
roughly.   Under his hand, the girl?s rump shifted, her body twisting away from 
the pain in her nipple.  Ashley?s pale rounded hemispheres tensed as her nipple 
was tormented.  Marquist raised his open hand high.
He smacked his palm crisply down on her pale moon bottom cheek, and 
commented, ?Let us see your famous bottom dance, Ashley, Edward tells me it is 
quite fetching!?
Ashley felt the man?s hands alternate from one nipple to the other.  His other 
hand smacked repeatedly, crisply alternating between her bottom cheeks as her 
rump shifted sideways with the pain.  The wetness of her backside caused the 
smacks to sound out loudly, and sting fiercely.   Ashley couldn?t prevent her hips 
swaying back and forth as the man grasped one then the other nipple, pulling it 
roughly, then delivering a corresponding smart smack across her bottom.
As he spanked her, Marquist maintained a continuous narration of Ashley?s 
humiliation, punctured by her whimpers and moans and the crisp smacking 
sound of his palm on her ass.
?This is how, SMACK, indolent, SMACK, girls, SMACK like you, SMACK, are 
treated?SMACK? Rounded bottom cheeks?SMACK..SMACK? turned a nice 
hue of red.  Shameful, Ashley, SMACK? how your naked bottom is churning, 
SMACK.  Are you attempting to display your dancing cunt to me? SMACK 
SMACK.   I shall just take both your breasts in my hand, like so, yes? I can grasp 
both your nipples and pull them both, isn?t that clever??
Spanks rained down on Ashley?s buttocks and upper thighs.   She felt Marquist 
stop spanking her for a moment, and his hand coursed between her cheeks and 
made an incursion onto the rear of her pussy.   Pulling her breasts, Marquist 
caused the girl to arch her back, widening the opening of her vagina, where his 
fingers traced her moist opening. The girl?s nether lips were full and smooth as 
his finger caressed her damp pussy flesh.    She?d done a good job of depilating 
herself between her legs, and Marquists? fingers toyed with her puffy closed labia.   
The old disciplinarian held both of Ashley?s hardened nipples in his clenched fist 
and shook her heavy orbs.   His hand explored the soft, reddened and hot flesh of 
her rounded bottom.  
?Your reddened bottom cheeks form delightful frame for your pouty cunt lips 
between your legs.   I can see they?re nice and shiny from your cunt juice, Ashley!  
I certainly hope you?re not enjoying your punishment, are you?  Otherwise we 
would have to redouble our efforts at teaching you a lesson.?  Marquist delivered 
another pair of crisp smacks to the juncture of Ashley?s upper thighs and her 
bottom, then dipped between her legs.  Ashley?s head tossed back and forth and 
she moaned, ?Nooo?? as she felt the old man?s fingers trace the edge of her pussy 
lips between her legs.   He squeezed and gave her breasts, imprisoned in his grip, 
a shake.   His other hand caressed her slit indolently, pulling at the soft skin of 
her pudendum.   
She then felt him grasp one side of her pussy lips and push it aside.  She could 
feel her vaginal opening being bared, as the old man looked between her legs at 
her open sex. The old man let his fingertips trace the opening of the girl?s vaginal 
entrance, feeling the slickness of her secretions as he held her cunt open so he 
could play with her tight entrance.
Marquist released her breasts.   For a moment Ashley was relieved at the respite 
from the brutal sting in her nipples.  Then Marquist ordered, ?Ashley bend 
forward and bring your face to the cushion.   We want you bent well over with 
that lovely ass in the air, and your cunt well displayed!?
Ashley whimpered, but obeyed.   Leaning onto her elbows, Ashely tipped forward.   
She felt the old man?s guiding hand on the back of her head gently pushing it 
downward until her cheek came to rest on plush fabric of the cushion.  
Marquist watched the naked nymphette arched protectively.  He placed his hand 
on the small of her long, strong bare back, and pushed downward in the center, 
instructing her:
?Arch your back, girl!   Shoulders back and thrust that naughty posterior out 
properly!? A resounding smack across each naked bottom cheek, made her pay 
attention.  She thrust her rear up towards the ceiling.
Languidly, now, Marquist placed his palm on one rounded, reddened ass cheek.   
?How delightfully soft and full!? he thought to himself as his hand cupped and 
petted the bare bottom submissively displayed before him.   He toyed with the 
girl?s rear freely, grabbing a handful of her ass and shaking it, watching her flesh 
vibrate.  He reveled in the feel of squeezing each cheek.
Ashley felt the old man?s hand roam freely over her naked ass.   She was so 
ashamed to be lying like this with now two hands toying with her cheeks, 
caressing and petting her vulnerable, naked bottom. She felt the old man?s palm 
grasp her right cheek, then suddenly slap it hard.   
?Open your legs!? demanded Marquist.  Obeying his order, Ashley spread her legs 
slightly, knowing that the old lecher was now able to look at the smooth shaven 
pouch of her pussy.   She jumped as she felt his hand return to the rear of her 
mound.
Now Marquist shifted forward towards Ashley?s side and reached one arm around 
her body.  The girl watched frightened as the strict disciplinarian reached under 
her body and his palm came up between her legs to grasp her pussy from the 
front.   His hand spread to cover her soft delta, and his fingers splayed her cunt 
lips.  He sank the tips of his fingers into her soft pubic flesh so her clit was 
trapped between two of his fingers, and his fingertips pushed shallowly into the 
very entrance of her vagina.  His hand pushed upwards causing Ashley?s hips to 
rise and her bottom to jut out.
Ashley?s eyes closed in humiliation.   She felt the strict disciplinarian?s grasp on 
her most intimate, feminine parts, his insistent fingers pushing open her vaginal 
lips.  She felt her own moistness at the intrusion and shame as the old man 
pushed into her splayed genitals.
Ashley felt the old man?s other palm caress her helplessly exposed already well-
warmed bottom.   His fingertips pressed against her skin enjoying its bouncy 
resilience.   The hand patted her rump a few times then she felt him stretch to 
reach for something.   Her eyes were squeezed shut in humiliation, but she 
peeked backwards.   
Marquist held in his hand a narrow black leather strap!   Ashley, moaned, 
?Noo?please don?t hit me with that.?  But Marquist shushed the girl, again 
caressing her soft naked bottom.   ?Oh, yes, little darling.  There?s nothing that 
goes so well with a bare female bottom as hard leather, you should know that!   
Why the educational and decorative effects alone of a good hard striping are well 
know to be salubrious as well as esthetic! And not quickly forgotten!?
Marquist raised the strap high above the trembling girl?s ass and whipped it 
down, directly across the center of both cheeks.  ?Owww!? The girl cried out as 
she felt the fiery strap fall, leaving a blazing hot line across the crests of both her 
cheeks.  She struggled, but Marquists fingers sank deeper into her cunt holding 
her still.  Ashley?s bottom now sported a darker red strip straight across, on a 
background of spanked pink splotchy skin. He aimed the strap lower across both 
cheeks and the leather smacked and bit into the girl?s burning bottom. 
Marquist strapped the girl expertly, the strap falling each time in a  slightly 
different place on her bottom, sometimes across and then alternatingly down a 
single bottom cheek to produce crossing red lines.  Ashley wriggled to no avail, 
her cunt working itself against Marquist?s hand.
?A taste of the strap?, droned on the professor as he smacked the hard leather 
again and again against Ashley?s tender bottom cheeks, intensifying the color that 
suffused the pale rounded flesh, ?is a marvelously educational device.   Judging 
by how your charming young posterior is writhing and churning, young lady, I 
would venture to say you will not forget your acquaintance with the strap very 
soon, will you? Marvelous, don?t you think, how though you?re wriggling to get 
away, my grip on your little pussy makes a wonderful steadying device.?   
?For example, let me show you.  I need only push deeper into your yielding young 
cunt and grasp your lips with my fingers, and now as you will see I can redouble 
the intensity of your strapping.  Isn?t that clever, little titmouse??
Ashley groaned, as she felt the man?s stubby fingers push deeper into her 
reluctantly spreading vaginal canal.   The lecher inched his fingers deeper, 
moving at a glacial pace so both he and his helpless victim?s attention was riveted 
on Ashley?s poor cunt, reluctantly spreading itself to her ravisher?s fat digits, 
accommodating them in her silky feminine sheath.  Marquist observed how the 
girls little labia contracted inward towards her opening as he pushed in, closing 
like petals on a flower towards her coral core.   His other fingers grasped each lip 
and pulled it open, baring the ruby intimate interior of Ashley?s cunt.  The girl felt 
the old man?s fingers assail her genitals mercilessly.   The man handled her pussy 
with total disregard for her modesty or comfort, and Ashley whimpered 
repeatedly at the extent of her violation.   She closed her eyes, and tears pooled at 
her lids.   Her most intimate core was being stretched out and ached from the 
manhandling, while her full bottom cheeks framing it ached no less from the 
burning strapping she was receiving.
The strap flew higher and flailed down across Ashley?s squirming rump, as 
Marquist, his grip on Ashley?s cunt secured, redoubled his efforts, whipping the 
girl?s bottom even harder.  Ashley cried out and pleaded, ?Oww?. no? please? 
ow? it hurts please no more, ouch owie.?  Her bottom trembled and clenched, 
and squirmed tightly, the compass of her writhing severely constrained by the 
strong deep hold of the hand in her cunt.   Her entreaties were to no avail as the 
older man was all the more entertained by causing her additional discomfort, and 
smiled and smacked the bouncing your bottom cheeks over and over.
As each smack fell on her bottom, Ashley felt the man?s hand push into her cunt 
and force her backside back up towards him, in preparation for the next stroke of 
the strap.  The old man accompanied his movements with tender exhortations to 
the his young pupil:
?Yes, that?s a good girl, Ashley? raise that bottom high for the next stroke? 
SMACK?ah, yes, that was a good one, nice and red?up, up, girl, present your 
backside nice and round, that?s it?SMACK?shh? jumpy aren?t we little one?   
No tightening down like that, relax that bottom!  I shall push into your cunny like 
so, ah yes, that did it, that makes your bottom stick out, doesn?t it? SMACK?Your 
bottom flesh?SMACK? loves the strap doesn?t it titmouse?  It wraps itself 
around the hard leather as you?re being struck? rear high or I will fill your little 
cunt with my fingers, perhaps a couple more in there will motivate you to obey? 
well, if that?s what it takes, yes? yes, up?SMACK? Ah, yes, four fingers in your 
cunt seems to do the trick, now we?re not? SMACK!... tightening up that bottom 
are we, SMACK? oh, no, I guess a handful of cunt and my fingers pressing on 
your cervix?SMACK? is what you need to get that exquisite rounded form to 
your prominent buttocks!?
After the old professor was satisfied with the plentiful criss-crossing strap marks 
on his young pupil?s bottom, he slowly withdrew his fingers from between her 
legs where he?d thoroughly impaled the girl.  Even after his fingers were 
withdrawn from her vagina, Marquist observed how the girl?s cunt remained 
slackly and obscenely open, unable for the moment to close down, the normal 
tight line of her pussy transformed into a wanton, ragged, gash exposing the 
depths of her organ of reproduction.
 Ashley collapsed whimpering, bringing her knees up to her elbows.  The man 
observed the muted sobs racking the girls back.
?Now, now,? intoned the old professor.  ?No need to make such a fuss.   Your 
bottom, young lady, is quite capable of handling the strap, and no harm done, 
except to further your education a bit.   Now stand up!?   Ashley struggled to her 
feet, her panties still pushed down to her thighs.  ?Hands behind your head, 
elbows up, Ashley!?   She obeyed, and the old man came up to her and reached 
around her, as if embracing her.  His placed his hands on her bottom, and palmed 
Ashley?s stinging bare cheeks.   
Leisurely, he groped the girl?s ass thoroughly, feeling the heat of her whipped skin 
radiate into his hands and feeling the tremor of her labored breathing course 
through her backside.  The soft, hot skin trembled under his hands.  
?Now, now, young thing quiet down.  After a good strapping you need to regain 
your composure.  That?s right, enough whimpering.  I want you to breathe in and 
out regularly and deeply and calm yourself.  Deep breaths, Ashley.
As Ashley tried to obey and her whimper subsided, Marquist?s hands came up 
and began groping her full breasts.  Ashley tried to shrink into herself and curved 
forward while Marquist played with her tits, but this served only to deliver her 
submissive breasts to his marauding hands.
?Nothing like a nice soothing breast examination to still a girl?s overtaxed 
emotions, wouldn?t you say??
Ashley observed almost dispassionately as the old man took liberties with her 
naked, full breasts.  His palm fitted around the delicious globes, squeezing her 
responsive tits, then grasping her big, turgid nipples and pressing on them.   He 
came around behind her and his hands covered her breasts and gave them a good 
working over. 
The old lecher delighted in the young girl?s full, firm breasts.   Taking a strong 
grip on the undersides of both her boobs from behind, he squeezed her tit flesh, 
and watched Ashley?s breasts swell and rise.  His palms coursed up towards 
Ashley?s hard nipples, and he chided her, ?I can see that you are enjoying the 
manhandling of your breasts,  aren?t you young lady?   These hard, swollen, 
nipple nubs,? he said as his fingers grasped Ashley?s turgid nipples and pinched 
them hard, causing Ahsley to moan, ?attest to their desire to be on the receiving 
end of some rough play.? Marquist, poised behind poor Ashley, used his grip on 
her tender tit tips to stretch her boobs away from her, elongating the areola and 
skin leading to it.  Ashley panted with the ache of having her breasts mauled and 
stretched, her nipples pulled painfully.   
Marquist shook the girl?s breasts back and forth from his pinching grasp on her 
nipples.  The heavy breasts shimmied and shook voluptuously, their heavy weight 
moving fluidly back and forth, her nipples elongating conically.
?And now, young lady, we shall spend some time with you reflecting on your 
punishments.   Pull the ottoman over to the chair.  Now kneel on it facing 
forward.?  Marquist sat down in the deep chaise next to the ottoman, and picked 
up his pipe.  He lit it while observing the naked girl kneeling at attention next to 
his chair, then sat placidly smoking, holding his pipe in one hand while languidly 
caressing the girl?s naked bottom with the other.
Twenty minutes passed, during which not a word was said.  Ashley, kneeled 
obediently while the old man caressed and smoothed her rear, occasionally 
letting his hand trail between her plump cheeks and down across her labia.
Marquist?s hand patted the girl?s defenseless bottom, palpating her soft skin 
curve, her prominent cheeks and smooth skin.  He cupped the crown of her nate, 
where the skin was pink and hot from being spanked, then trailed his finger 
towards the bottom curve of Ashley?s ass, feeling her nervous quivering and his 
hand continued its path between the cheeks of her bottom, and then down to the 
rear of her vaginal pouch, caressing the soft skin of her cunt.  ?Open your legs, 
Ashley, so I may play with your cunny,? he ordered.   She whimpered but spread 
her knees further apart, and the old man placed his entire palm on her sex and 
rubbed her tender cunt lips with unapologetic fingers.
Finally, the old man stood and, walking up to Ashley, ordered her, ?Cup your 
breasts and raise them, Ashley.  Push them forward for me.  You will ask me to 
bite and suck your nipples!?
Ashley was silent, in shame and horror.   Marquist explained, ?You can either ask 
me politely to take care of your big fat nipples, or you will receive the strap on 
your tender tits and then be made to ask anyway.  It is your choice, titmouse.?
Ashley, whimpered but she could not imagine the pain of being strapped on her 
boobs.   She meekly acquiesced, ?Please, sir, bite and suck my breasts.?
?Why certainly young lady, if you inquire so politely, I shall be glad to oblige you.? 
answered Marquist ironically,  
The girl obeyed meekly holding one hand under each plump breast and tipping it 
up to the old man.  Slowly, staring into her eyes to drive home how very much in 
control of he was, Marquist bend his head down toward one breast.   His mouth 
closed around Ashley?s big nipple and his teeth fastened on the tense bud.   
Ashley felt him bite her tender nipple and suck it.   
The old man closed kept his eyes open so he could watch Ashley?s full, pale, soft-
skinned breast push against his face.  Her fine, silky globe brushed his coarse, 
stubble-roughened cheeks, and his tongue coursed freely back and forth between 
the slick smoothness of the girl?s boob and the turgid springiness of her tensing, 
nipple.  The tip of the old disciplinarian?s tongue flicked the bud into hardness, 
then, sucking hard, he felt her breast squeeze deeper into his mouth, the pillowy 
tit pushing onto his tongue and the hardened tip pushing against the roof of his 
mouth.   Placing a hand on her boob, he drew it out of his mouth, licked the 
crinkled dark red bullet of her nipple, then carefully nipped it with his teeth.  
Ashley yelped as she felt the old man?s teeth sink into her sensitive, huddled tip 
tip.   Her distress brought a slight smile to Marquist?s busy lips. 
Switching breasts, he repeated his delightful game with Ashley?s other boob, 
noting that the nipple on this side had less of a tendency to tense up, instead 
maintaining its soft pliability, even when sucked, flicked, and finally bitten 
roughly.   Having grasped the flattening, still soft bud in his teeth, he was able to 
push on Ashley?s boob with his hand and feel her springy fleshy point stretch out.  
He alternated attending to the girl?s full, meekly proffered breasts lazily.   After a 
few minutes of this, Ashley?s beasts were slick with his saliva, her nipples were 
erect and aching from the stimulation.  
Reluctantly, Marquist, gave a few last teasing bites and sucks to the girls 
reddened tip tips and stepped away.
?Alright, young lady,? he explained, ?I think that will be all for today.  We?ve 
made a good start, and I shall enjoy furthering your education in the future.  For 
now, dress yourself and go.?
Ashley got up hurriedly and looked around frantically.   She retrieved her bra 
from where it lay on the floor and put it on under the old man?s gaze.  Looking 
quickly up at him, she could see the old teacher?s satisfied smirk as he watched 
her pull her bra straps over her arms, her shiny and stubble abraded large breasts 
swinging freely until she captured them in the decorative cups of her brassiere.  
She reached down and untwisted her panties, pulling them up, and feeling the 
relieve of covering up her sparse pubic bush and her still stinging bottom.   She 
quickly retrieved and pulled her dress on over her head.   She looked around for 
the red trainers she?d been wearing but could only see a single one.   Impetuously, 
rather than look for it and tarry and give the old lecher another chance to think of 
something to which he wanted to submit her, she fled the room shoeless without 
looking back.
Watching the panicked retreating girl, Marquist heaved a satisfied sigh and 
smiled.

		Chapter 12. School?s in Session
Ashley look out the window of the patrician Jaguar as it sped along the country 
lane towards the old, gabled building surrounded by a gravel drive.   She tugged 
uncomfortably at the wide school tie clasped at the collar of a crisp white 
schoolgirl shirt.  She shifted her weight nervously as she turned to observe the 
ancient manor home the car was approaching.   The soft, luxurious leather seats 
of the gracious vehicle molded perfectly to the anxious girl's shifting haunches as 
she twisted her torso.  The car came to a halt.   The building, thought Ashley, 
looked established and imposing, a short series of steps leading to a wide heavy 
oak door bordered in wooden carvings.  A heavy iron knocker in the shape of a 
lion's paw looked like it would require more strength than the young girl had to 
rap for attention and gain admission.   Not that gaining admission would be high 
on Ashley's list of desires when standing at the door.   If anything, the brooding 
presence of the building and the mysterious and ominous circumstances whereby 
the young lady had come to be there elicited in her troubled mind a wish to flee 
more than to enter.  She glanced quickly at her uncle in the driver's side of the 
vehicle, setting the parking brake.  She didn't imagine that he would be amenable 
to agreeing to forego the day of "education" he had arranged and take her home.
Edward had come to her a few days before, and surprised her with the news that 
she was to start to attend classes.   He had said this would prevent her from 
becoming idle during her summer.   Ashley hadn?t expected to be going to school 
while in England, but the though of meeting and fraternizing with her 
contemporaries excited her.  So it was with eagerness this morning that she?d 
donned the uniform her Uncle had prepared for her: the aforementioned crisp 
white shirt, a pleated gray skirt, and thigh high white stockings. For all extent and 
purposes, Ashley?s schoolgirl uniform would have been proper for a schoolgirl of 
13.   The one variation on the ageless dress her Uncle had made, he?d put to her 
as, ?of course, Ashley, for your uniform we will forego the plain undergarments 
and flat heels appropriate to younger girls.   You will wear your delicate, black 
strapped heels.  And, of course, it is always appropriate to wear nice 
underthings.  Let me see?.?  While Ashley had watched embarrassed, Edward 
had gone to her underwear drawer.  True, she told herself, he?d bought most of 
the lacy undergarments.  But still she blushed to have him finger through her 
lingerie, possessively taking up and examining one after another lacy transparent 
panty, or unfolding a large cupped, supportive but decorative brassiere with a 
hint of a smile which Ashley knew came from imagining her breasts and body in 
the garments.  She had blushed as Edward picked up the bra and used a hand to 
push out each cup, clearly imagining what the cup would look like when 
supporting Ashley's full, heavy, young breast.   The creamy smooth satin would 
complement, he imagined,the hint of dark olive skinned hue of her skin, and the 
decorative lilac floral pattern on the sides of the cups would grace the outer curve 
of his niece's swelling feminine globes. 
He settled on a pair of panties that sported lace and silk construction in pale 
lavender in the front, and a smooth, semi-transparent, full rear.   At the hips a 
pair of violet ink ruffles extended across the top of the back of the panties, 
forming a vestigial skirt around the sides and rear.  Ashley saw they would not 
provide much protection from prying eyes, though at that point she had no 
notion of how many such eyes would soon be enjoying her undress.
Her Uncle was silent on the drive over, and Ashley caught a glimpse in the 
distance of an old manor like house, appearing and disappearing between the tall 
trees surrounding it.   The car stopped at the gate for a moment, where an unseen 
camera approved them, causing the gate to swing open automatically, and the car 
to enter the grounds of the old building.   Ashley watched the school blink in and 
out of her sight warily.   The though she kept coming back, the thought that 
caused her to shiver in fright, was the phrase with which Marquist had dismissed 
her, ?We shall see each other again soon enough, little Ashley, when your lessons 
resume.? 
Could Marquist be one of the teachers at this school?  ?Please no,? thought Ashley 
to herself, envisioning the strict punishments the old pervert would dream 
up.  Another shameful thought came to her mind unbidden. ?Hopefully there will 
be other girls and he won?t concentrate on me.?  Ashley?s concerns were 
prescient, and though as she would find out in due course, there would be other 
girls, Marquist and the other masters of the approaching institution would have 
plenty of occasion to give her the attention due the nubile and lovely young lady 
in their charge.
After the Jaguar had pulled up to the stern, ancient building and Edward 
extinguished the engine, he turned to his niece.  ?Ashley, I expect you to be on 
your most ladylike and best behavior today.  I am delivering you to the 
experienced hands of the masters of this school.  Let me be clear.  If I receive 
reports of your behavior being anything but fully complacent and agreeable, or 
any misdeeds or disobedience on your part, you will be made to regret it.  Do I 
make myself clear??
Ashley hung her head, and nodded her assent.  Quickly looking up at her Uncle 
she obeyed his gesture waving her out of the car.  She stepped down onto the 
gravel drive, the small stones crunching under her black, open toes heels, and 
closed the car door behind herself.  On the gravel beside her Uncle?s Jaguar, three  
other elegant cars were also disgorging their occupants.   Three other girls, about 
Ashley?s age, stood confused outside the cars that had brought them 
there.  Superficially, they all looked alike, wearing the same uniform of white 
cotton blouse, striped tie and gray skirt.  Only their stockings and footwear 
differed, one wearing schoolgirl socks and flat shoes, and other the black or, like 
Ashley, white stockings and high-heeled shoes appropriate to a young woman, 
rather than a schoolgirl.  Ashley noticed that all the girls appeared, just as she did 
to be nervous and tentative.
Ashley stood on the gravel drive, uncertain what to do next, as her Uncle drove 
away.  The cars the other girls had come in also drove around the drive towards 
the rear of the building, and Ashley imagined, the exit.
Unknown to her or to the other girls being delivered to the ?school,? the men who 
had dropped them off, Ashley?s Uncle, and the two others, parked their cars in 
the rear, and entered the building.   They smiled broadly at one another, and 
exchanged pleasantries, as they made their way to a special room that had been 
arranged for them.  
As if recounting the statistics of horses on which they were betting, the men 
discussed the girls they?d delivered.  One of their party, a fiftyesh, trim, steel-
haired, man who introduced himself as Dorset, told of his charge.  What he 
recounted recapitulated the written summary he?d left the masters of the school 
in preparation for this event, a summary all the assembled men had also had a 
chance to peruse at their amusement.
?Andrea is 20, and has been in training for a year.   She is by nature a bit 
rebellious, and needs to be roughly brought to heel.  She has been ridden 
frequently, and performs admirably when forced.   She has been ?on the penis? 
for 6 months.  Particularly dislikes properly swallowing sperm.   Let?s see, what 
else can I tell you chaps, she is great ride, one of the tightest cunts I?ve had the 
pleasure of encountering.  Full tits, as you can see, and they are a source of 
exquisite torment to her when properly used, or shall I say abused? As I am sure 
you will be given the pleasure of witnessing, Andrea has most amusing and 
sensitive nipples.   Not only do they swell delightfully full when tormented, but 
they take on a most decorative bright crimson hue.?  Dorset chuckled, a grin 
evidencing reminiscences which were clearly pleasant to him.
Edward, in turn, intoned, ?Ashley, my niece is 19, a virgin still, and is a few weeks 
from being introduced to the penis, alas, gentlemen.   Her submissive and 
compliant nature, make her a delight to work on.  It s a most simple matter to 
make her feel she is responsible for any predicament she is in, and deserves her 
punishments, which she takes with delightful meekness and embarrassment.  As 
you can see, she has admirable chest development, and exquisitely sensitive 
nipples, which cause her entire body to writhe and twist 
stupendously.  Especially, her bottom, which is one of the most spankable I?ve 
had the pleasure to encounter in my career.?
The men made themselves comfortable in the overstuffed chairs in the room, 
after pouring themselves drinks and taking cigars.   They all turned towards a 
table with 2 large television displays on them.   The images in the televisions 
panned around a schoolroom, with various angles taking the place of one 
another.  It was clear that there were cameramen presently filming the rooms, 
able to artistically and strategically capture any action therein for the immediate 
viewing pleasure of the men, as well as for posterity.
After lighting and puffing at his cigar, the third man, a portly, balding, weak-
chinned specimen, intoned in a petulant voice, ?Katy came to me from foster care 
three months ago.  She is 17, and had a series of unpleasant families with which 
she was placed, where she was maltreated but with no sound principles of 
conduct or eye to her edification. As such, she had been on the penis since quite 
young, but has had to be trained to be responsive and attentive.  She?s rather a 
tall, willowy sort, muscled like a greyhound.  Thankfully, she is sufficiently fleshy 
where required, and her buttocks are long and nicely rounded and very 
sensitive.  She cries copiously while being spanked.   She also has the softest 
breasts I?ve run into, with the most delightfully chewable stiff nipples I?ve seen. I 
often punish her by attaching clamp on earrings to the stiff nubbins.  She hates it.  
As you will also see, Katy exhibits a delightful contrast between her lean body, 
and the slightly bulbous cheeks of her bottom.  More so, however with her labia, 
which are fleshy and prominent.   This has led me to apply particular attention in 
her training to punishing her genitals, which can lead her to paroxysms of 
hysterics, but after relentless repetition produces a subservient passivity in her.?
The men looked up as they heard a shuffling sounds come from the television in 
front of them.   The scene showed the three girls being shepherded into the room 
by Professor Marquist.   All the girls appeared to be cowed and quietly 
apprehensive, due of course to each of them having already undergone a 
introductory session with the disciplinarian similar to that endured by 
Ashley.  The girls appeared paralyzed by nervousness.
Marquist pointed to three school benches placed in the front of the room.   Just 
before the benches was a large mobile blackboard.  Slightly to one side, Marquist 
bent over and consulted some papers on the master?s desk.   Right behind the 
girl?s three school desks were four additional desks.   They were positioned closer 
together, so that the three girls who no sat nervously at their desks were arrayed 
in front of the desks, merely an arms length away. 
?Young ladies, settle down,? ordered Marquist, ?and face forward.?  The girls 
obeyed, each remembering how strict the teacher had been with them when in 
private.  Though they didn?t know it, they all shared a common hope and 
misapprehension, that in this more structure space and occasion, they would be 
spared any humiliations or punishments.  
 ?Right, face forward, ladies.  I want you attention and gaze focused on the front 
of the room.   I know how girls of your age get distracted by the presence of boys, 
and, as you are here to learn and not to flirt,  we will endeavor to keep the 
interaction between you and the rest of the class to a minimum.   I should think 
you ought to have no trouble at all behaving like proper ladies.  Gentlemen, 
please take your seats?? entoned Marquist loudly.  
Ashley heard the heavy footsteps of a number of people come into the 
classroom.  She suppressed the desire to glance back at what she assumed were 
?the boys.?   It was far too early to start disobeying the old tyrant!   Behind her, 
she heard the scraping of chairs as the boys took their places at the narrow 
wooden desks. 
The four boys sat confidently an arms length from the girls and observed them 
intently.    The insolence and freedom of their male gaze contrasted with the 
downcast, meek, glances as the girls avoided looking at the boys.  The young men 
shifted in their seats as they stared at the girls sitting primly in front of 
them.   Their gazes took in the girl?s narrow backs and traced along the lines of 
the rear straps of their brassieres, and the neat manes of hair the girls 
sported.   They craned around to glimpse the girl?s pretty faces, stonily facing 
forward in compliance with Marquists? orders.
Marquist began lecturing on English History.   The boys heard none of 
this.  They?d been informed by the their elders what would be taking place, and 
eagerly awaited the next step.   As Marquist droned on drily, Jack, 17, ginger 
haired, and wiry took the initiative when Marquist instructed Andrea to continue 
the reading. The nervous girl started to read aloud, but was interrupted by the 
Professor, who ordered her to stand beside her desk as she read.  While the girl 
read, Jack leaned forward, grinning, and grasped the lower rear edge of Andrea?s 
pleated schoolgirl skirt.   Andrea concentrated on her reading, but felt a tug at her 
skirt as Jack lifted it, baring for a moment one cheek of Andrea?s full rounded 
bottom covered by her translucent white lace panties.  ?Hey!? Andrea cried out, 
losing her composure, and whirled around, ?Stop that!?.  Jack grinned up at the 
aggrieved girl.   Her shoulder length, white-blonde hair, whipped around as she 
swung towards him.  She glared at the grinning boy.
?Miss Andrea, what are you doing, please?? said Marquist sternly, seemingly 
oblivious to Jack who had released Andrea?s skirt and leaned back nonchalantly, 
chatting with the other boys. ?Nothing, sir,? responded Andrea, ?the boys were 
bothering me.?   ?Pay no attention to the young men, they are merely high-
spirited, young lady.  Continue.?  Andrea turned reluctantly away from the boy 
behind her, and began reading where she?s left off.  Almost immediately she felt 
one of the other boys start to lift her skirt up in the rear.  ?Hey!? she yelled out 
and pulled forward and away from the boy.
?Miss Andrea,? scolded the professor from the front of the room, ?what is the 
matter??  ?They?re bugging me!? Andrea blurted.  ?And what are they doing that 
warrants your interrupting your reading?? asked Marquist.   Andrea hesitated 
before responding, she didn?t want to call attention to herself, but the rebellious 
young lady rose to the taunting grins of the boys behind her.  ?They?re grabbing 
my skirt and pulling it up!? 
?Gentlemen, are you paying attention to our nubile reader?? Marquist 
inquired.  Jack answered, ?She?s not a very good reader, Sir, so I was looking for 
some other talent she might have to keep us entertained? ?Young lady, as you 
know boys can be quite high spirited.   You have an issue with what the boys are 
doing to pass the time as you read to us?  ?Well, yes, sir,?? Andrea quavered, 
?they?re looking under my skirt.?  ?Ah, well,? sighed the Professor walking up to 
the girl, and leaning against her desk, ?boys will be distracted by young ladies, it 
is only natural.  The female bottom does tend to draw young men?s attention.  
Perhaps one should not fight nature in such cases, but give in to it.  Maybe that 
will settle them down, hmmm??
?Young women, though, need to be more disciplined.   You must learn to do what 
you?re told without being distracted!   Discipline of this nature is all important in 
a girls? upbringing.   If you cannot maintain your composure, you will never 
amount to anything.  Now you will continue, and the young men will perhaps 
oblige me by attempting to distract you.  I do not want you to react, do you 
understand??  Marquist paced slowly back towards the young men.
The frightened girl nodded her head.  Tentatively she began reading again from 
the text.  Within moments she again felt a hand at the hem of her skirt.  She 
attempted to continue reading, but felt one of the boys raise the back of her skirt 
all the way up and hold it against her lower back.   Her white panty covered 
cheeks were exposed to the boys, who drank in the womanly swelling of Andrea?s 
round ass cheeks.  Andrea tried hard to ignore the boys, though she could hear 
them whispering behind her.  She read from the textbook, but was distracted by 
snippets of comments she heard from the boys behind her.  ?Now that?s a great 
arse! Yeah, and great legs too.  Too bad her panties aren?t transparent, eh?  I 
wouldn?t mind her waving that in my face!  Born to be bare, yeah.? 
Andrea faltered in her reading, embarrassed and disturbed by the boys? rude 
comments.   Marquist walked over slowly to the girl, his gaze intent on her. She 
suddenly realized that she had stopped reading, and that the master was standing 
beside her looking down at her sternly.  ?Andrea, you are NOT paying full 
attention to your lesson.  If it is this pesky skirt of yours that is causing you to be 
distracted, we shall have to remove the distractions.?
Andrea, stood motionless, unable to comprehend what was happening.  Marquist 
ordered her to stand tall and put her hands on her head.  Andrea complied, 
feeling her chest jut out and push out on her white blouse.  She tried to roll her 
shoulders forward and point her elbows inward to reduce the prominent swell of 
her chest, which she knew the boys would be staring at gleefully.
 ?You, young Jack, could you please assist your classmate?  I would like you to 
remove her skirt!?  The three girls gasped.  While Andrea trembled expectantly, 
Katy and Ashley looked down at their desks, petrified of getting into the same 
predicament as Andrea.  
Rising from his laconic lounge, Jack stood next to Andrea and reached out to 
undo the snap on the side of her skirt.   He then expertly ran the zipper down and 
opened the gray, pleated, school skirt.  Andrea, her hands on the back of her head 
and her elbows pointing skyward, trembled and looked down at the boy's hand on 
her hip, as it slid her zipper open, baring the skin of her hips and the edges of her 
white panties.  The boy held the two sides of the opening of her skirt open, and 
began tugging downward, and Andrea shuddered as she felt her skirt slip from 
around her waist and start to slide downward off her smooth belly.   Pulling the 
skirt down over Andrea?s snug hips, the boy drew it down the length of her thighs, 
over her panties then down the naked flesh of her upper legs.   At the top of her 
stockings the skirt slid loosely over the smooth black transparent stockings, and 
the boy let the skirt drop to where it pooled at her feet.   Andrea was shocked.  As 
the five boys watched her intently, she stood half-naked below the waist wearing 
only her white lacy panties. With her hands behind her head, her blouse fell only 
to just above her hips, leaving a bare strip of belly flesh visible above her panties. 
She felt the boys? stares fixed on her lightly concealed, prominent, rounded 
bottom cheeks.  Her eyes closed in humiliation.  She could feel her bottom 
tremble as she sniffled in shame at being exposed.
"And now," intoned the professor, "perhaps we can all matter of factly return to 
our lessons.   Though, on second though, this occasion might be put to additional 
educational use by addressing the educational materials that Andrea has been so 
good as to put at our disposal, hmmm...to wit her young female body.  
Gentlemen, I do not imagine you would object to a slight diversion from our 
study of Literature to veer into the topic of female anatomy, which your young 
classmate seems so willing to demonstrate?  After all, we ought to make use of the 
occasion provided for us by a young lady standing around in her panties for us."
"But, to fully benefit from this occasion, I think it would be useful if Andrea 
would remove her blouse as well for us?  Miss Andrea, please unbutton your top 
for the class, and lay it aside."
The girl whimpered and stood motionless, unable to comply with the Master's 
order.   Between stifled teary catches in her throat which wracked her torso, she 
looked wildly and imploringly at Marquist.  Her blonde hair whipped around as 
she involuntarily shook her head in protest at being asked to undress in front of 
the boys.
Marquist grew stern.   "Young lady, you have been taught to obey at home and I 
expect the same standard of obedience here in the classroom.    You may think 
you are immune here among your peers from the incitements to obedience that 
you have received at home, but let me assure you that you will find I keep as tight 
a ship in my class as your guardian does at home. "
Marquist walked up to the girl.  His hand went to the back of her head, and 
grasped a sheaf of Andrea's fine white blonde hair in his grip.   He pulled the girl 
forward by her hair, and she tumbled after him, precarious on her heels, her 
bottom shifting visibly under her thin panties as she stumbled behind Marquist, 
who pulled her by her hair towards a door at the side of the classroom.   Both 
Master and girl disappeared into the small inner sanctum of Marquist's office.   
The professor made sure to leave the door communicating between the main 
classroom and his office open so the amused boys and the horrified girls heard 
clearly as Marquist ordered the girl to bend over his desk, and "stick out your 
posterior nicely for a sound smacking to teach you to obey."   A muffled 
complaint from the girl was followed immediately by the sharp crack of a palm 
being applied with force to pliant female flesh.   The Master's words were 
indistinct, low and cold, but all in the classroom heard the words "naked" "bare" 
and "tender" clearly, followed after a brief interval by a sharp, regular, repeated 
series of slaps of a hard male palm against soft girlflesh, interspersed with high, 
squealing exclamations of pain and indignation from Andrea.  Ashley and Katy 
both blanched as they imagined their classmate's naked bottom being spanked 
hard and fast in the adjacent room.  The boys smiled, an uncomfortable but 
highly pleasurable swelling in their groins pulsing as if in time to the punished 
girl's muffled complaints.
A seemingly interminable series of smacks rang from the adjacent room, 
accompanied by an indistinct gruff lecturing by Marquist.  Andrea?s plaintive 
yelps were quite clearly heard by the boys, whose erections throbbed in 
syncopation to the overheard staccato sobs of the girl being punished just a few 
meters away from them.   The boys shifted uncomfortably, to accommodate their 
hard-ons.   Ashley and Katy were suffering true discomfort, though, as they 
blushed and stared down at their desk, not daring to call attention to themselves. 
They too shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but in the girls? case it was due to 
the fluttering in their stomachs and the enhanced sensitivity they experienced in 
their own bottoms, their imaginations being unable to resist picturing their own 
naked bottoms bouncing and squirming under Marquists? hard spanks.  Indeed, 
both had suffered the old disciplinarians punishments before, and their backsides 
tensed with the recollection of the sting and humiliation of their, only too recent, 
spankings. 
Finally, Andrea emerged shuffling ruefully from the Master's room, followed 
closely by the old professor.   She made her way back to her desk with small 
painful steps and stood next to it.   Tears streaked her delicate cherubic, blushing 
face, and her elbows, held high beside her head, trembled with suppressed 
whimpers
"Now, Andrea,? intoned Marquist, as if there had been no interruption to the 
class, ?continuing where we were before we were forced to engage in a bit of 
discipline, please open your blouse so the lesson may proceed."  Andrea slowly 
reached down, and grasping the delicate buttons on her blouse one by one, 
working the thin round pearly buttons out of their delicate eyelets.   As the last 
button opened, she obeyed her instructor's command to put her hands back 
behind her nape.   The sheer halves of the girl's blouse opened, hanging at her 
side, revealing her youthfully flat but soft belly.  "Young Jack," Marquist 
addressed the same young man who had removed Andrea's skirt, "you have done 
so well in removing our I hope newly obedient charge's bottom half, please do us 
the favor of relieving Andrea of the constraints of her shirt."
Grinning broadly, Jack approached the trembling girl.   She watched him with 
trepidation as he came up to her.  Glancing at her backside, Jack?s grin widened 
at the sight of the rosy hue evident through the thin material of Andrea?s panties.   
The rear of her upper thighs and the bare skin of the outside of the girl?s bottom 
bore obvious, deep, pink handprints from her chastisement.  The deep pink color 
suffused her prominent bottom cheeks, disappearing uninterrupted under the 
lower seam of her panties, in testament to these having been absent from her 
bottom while she was punished.   
Jack leered at the frightened girl as he pulled apart the halves of Andrea?s white 
schoolgirl shirt, grasping her arms to slide the shirt off them, then guiding her 
hands back to the rear of her head.   With a fine instinct for inflicting humiliation, 
Jack gathered loose strands of Andrea?s hair from around her face, not allowing 
the shamed girl to hide her face behind her luxuriant hair.  She obediently 
gathered the loose sheaf and pulled it back against her head.
Andrea?s shirt fell away from her body in the hands of the young man, and 
Andrea felt the clammy chill of her nervous perspiration on her belly and lower 
back as the cool air of the room touched her bare flesh.
The boys started at the submissive girl standing before them clad only in her 
underwear, her white bra more a decoration than support for the full teenage 
breasts filling it.   Andrea?s breath was ragged, and her boobs rose and fell 
rhythmically, filing out the cups of the smooth, opaque cream brassiere.  The 
boys stared intently at the swell of her full young breasts at her d?colletage. 
Andrea?s arms returned obediently to the position above her head, which caused 
her bosom to thrust out temptingly in its meager covering.   She squirmed in 
embarrassment and tried to turn slightly towards the front of the room, so at 
least the boys would not be able to see her front.   This was, unfortunately for the 
poor girl, not to be, however, as Marquist ordered, ?Andrea, turn slowly so your 
fellow pupils may educate themselves thoroughly on the frontal anatomy of a 
fertile teenage woman!?   She slowly twisted on her heels, her gaze meekly 
downcast, glancing up for a moment to look at the boys, but quickly flickering 
back down to the floor, as she saw the four boys delightedly leaning forward and 
staring at her almost unclad body.  In their grins and unblinking gaze she could 
see the predatory lust for her tender flesh, and she shuddered at the thought of 
them leaning forward and pawing her.   It was only the Master?s authority that 
protected her from the horny schoolboy wolves.  She closed her eyes in 
humiliation as she wondered what torments the lecherous teacher himself would 
allow.   She would not need to wait long to find out.
?Much better,? intoned Marquist.   ?Now, Andrea, I made a distinction when I 
mentioned the phrase fertile teenage woman, to point out that you, and Katy and 
Ashley, of course, are at an age where your sexual apparatus, as well as your 
sexual characteristics are fully developed, no longer those nascent ones of a 
young girl, but at the same time you have not developed into the overripe 
maturity characterizing the transition past a young lady?s full bloom.  No, it can 
be said that you three are at the prime phase of womanhood to illustrate for our 
young scholars the quintessential attributes of ripe ladyhood.   You are of course, 
fertile, are you not Andrea??
The girl blushed and glanced up at the boys, leering as they attended her answer.  
She dared not ignore the question or even pretend she didn?t know what the old 
teacher meant; her bottom quivered at the thought of earning another spanking!   
?Yes, ?sir.? she whispered.   ?And tell these young men what proof you have of 
this fact??   She blinked away shamed tears starting to collect at the corners of 
her eyes and mumbled, ?Because of my period.? 
?And this refers to?? intoned Marquist, ?remember that our young men may not 
be acquainted with all the complexities of the female body, so I entreat you to be 
clear.?
?My bleeding,? she managed to stutter out.   Marquist sighed, ?Tony,? he 
beckoned, ?please come here.?   A gangly, dark haired 15 year old boy stood up 
and approached the front of the room.  Turning towards his desk, Marquist 
reached across it and extracted from a drawer an object.   Andrea observed from 
the corner of her eye that he handed it to the young man, but she did not 
understand what it was until Marquist led Tony to where she stood and ordered 
her to turn towards them.   In one hand, the young man held a 40 centimeter 
long, old brown leather strap, about 4 centimeters wide.  One half was split down 
the middle to form two tails. Andrea swallowed nervously.   Marquist carried a 
square stool, which he put beside the frightened girl?s desk.   ?Kneel on the stool, 
girl!? he ordered.  She clambered up, her knees uncomfortable against the hard 
wood, and reached out to the desk to prevent herself from falling.   ?Yes, that?s 
right,? continued Marquist, ?Lean over your desk, elbows on the table.  Head 
down between your elbows!  I want a good outthrust posterior!?
The stool was slightly higher than the desk, so the boys observed the girls? naked 
thighs stretched taut, her panty-clad bottom thrust high in the air, the position 
rounding and broadening the twin hemispheres under their scan silky covering.
?I am not here,? scolded Marquist, ?to play Socratic interlocutor with you, young 
lady.  When I ask you a question, I demand full and explicit responses which will 
not require me to further prod.  You shall learn this, and now, and the strap that 
young Tony is holding, applied to your naughty bottom cheeks,?? with this 
Marquist grabbed the waistband of Andrea?s panties and yanked it up hard, 
pulling her panties deep into the cleft between her rounded nates, ??will 
emphasize the expediency of answering satisfactorily the first time.?   Marquist?s 
fingers hooked into the bottom seam of the girl?s silky panty and further bared 
each full, rounded, already pink splotched bottom cheek.   The material bunched 
into twin scrunched strips at her lower back, with a stretched strip of panty 
between her spread and exposed arse cheeks.   Between her legs the panty 
covered and bit into the rear pout of Andrea?s genitals.
?Young man, stand next to your charge and place a hand on her far hip and thigh, 
then pull her securely against you, to hold her firm as you administer an 
educational thrashing.?  Andrea felt the young man push himself against her side, 
his pants rough against the bare skin of her hip.   His palm grabbed her opposite 
hip, and pulled her to him, then wandered over the soft skin of her hip, down to 
her full upper thigh, and even to the side of her bared bottom cheek.  ?As this is 
the second time we?ve been required to chastise you, young lady, in just a short 
time, I think ten smacks of the belt are in order?Tony, please proceed.?
Andrea, feeling her bottom presented and exposed, her cheek pressed against the 
schooldesk glanced back.   Her breasts hung embarrassingly, swinging in their 
cups, and beyond that she could see her own thighs pressed together and the 
boy?s torso pushing against her side.  She could not see what he was doing, and 
she whimpered in fear and embarrassment.
?Katy, Ashley, stand and observe your fellow schoolgirl?s chastisement!  In fact, to 
fully comprehend how our strict rules apply to you two as well, though you have 
as yet not committed any transgressions, Ralph and Chaunce will remove your 
skirts as well.   You will observe, gentlemen, how the fairer sex?s empathy with 
one another, their natural congregation into submissive groups, will result in the 
other girls? feeling almost as if they too were having their backsides strapped.?
He continued, as the boys both delightedly ran the zippers down on the girls? gray 
skirts, opened them and pulled the clothing down.  As the young men prompted 
them by taking hold of their calves or ankles and pulling upwards, both young 
ladies obediently stepped out of the skirts puddle at their feet.  Chaunce 
whispered to Ashley as he scooped up the skirt and tossed it back towards his 
desk, ?I think you won?t be needing your skirt for a good while, little girl!?
Both girls stood in their panties and shirts, hands obediently behind their heads.  
Marquist nodded towards Tony, giving him an encouraging polite smile.  Tony 
gazed down at the full, feminine, bottom cheeks roundly exposed under his arm.   
He raised the belt to shoulder height.   The twin halves of the split leather 
wavered in the air independently for a moment, then he brought it whistling 
down.
Andrea, couldn?t see what the boy who held her was doing.  She felt him tense, 
and she trembled.   She heard a sibilant whoosh for a moment. A sharp, fleshy 
smacking sound rang out simultaneous with an explosion of fierce, deep and 
concentrated stinging along a narrow stripe of the lower curve of her backside.  A 
duller, more spread out burning suffused the side of her outer rear thigh where 
the twin tails of the leather belting left four thin red lines on her flesh.   She cried 
out in pain and Tony observed the girlish bottom pinned between his hand and 
his crotch tense and contract, then jiggle in time to her sobs.
The boy turned inwards slightly the better to bring his erection against the hip of 
the girl he was punishing.  Andrea, wriggling from the fiery burn in her bottom 
was oblivious to the role her naked hip was playing in bringing pleasing pressure 
to her punisher?s penis.
Marquist raised a hand to stay Tony from eagerly giving Andrea another smack 
immediately.  ?Ralph, Chaunce, did you observe a reaction on the other girls? 
part??
Chaunce answered, ?I was focused on the bottom receiving treatment, sir, but I 
believe I perceived a tremor in Ashley?s pretty backside in response to the 
smacking of her schoolchum.?
?Hmm,? pondered Marquist, ?Ladies, please bend over your desks, eyes on Miss 
Andrea and posteriors pushed well-out.  Don?t make me remind you how this is 
done, or you will be taking Andrea?s place shortly.   Now, gentlemen, place your 
palms on each of these young ladies bottom cheeks, yes, best to reach under their 
panties so you can feel their bottoms tremble.?
Ashley felt Chaunce?s hands slip under the lower opening of her panties.  His 
fingers spread and his palm and fingers grasped her bare bottom cheek 
possessively.  Ralph, pulled Katy?s smooth cotton panties up before palming her 
nates, and his thumbs toyed with the slightly more textured skin between her 
backside and the rear of her prominent pussy lips.
?The second stroke, please Tony.? intoned Marquist.   Andrea?s soft bottom 
clenched for a moment as she heard the telltale whistle of the falling belt.   
SMACK!  She felt a stripe of hot pain explode diagonally across her bottom, high 
towards the top of her buttock on one side, and looping low to the crest of her 
cheek on Tony?s far side.   ?Owwww!? cried the girl, her breath coming ragged and 
fast.
Ashley and Katy both were unable to prevent their own bottomcheeks from 
spasming in response to the sight of Andrea?s bottom being marked by another 
pink stripe, bordered in a thin deeper red caused by the edges of the belt biting 
into her tender flesh.  Chaunce reported the tremors and clenching he?d felt in 
Ashley?s backside, as his hands seemed to try to soothe the frightened girl?s rear 
by caressing her bare, plump cheek under her panties.  
?Katy?s backside also exhibited jumpiness,? reported Ralph, his fingers spreading 
over Katy?s soft cheeks while his thumbs idly pulled the skin between her legs 
apart, causing Katy to feel her vagina gape and the tight fabric of her stretched 
panties settle deeper into her crack, baring the rear of her pouty vaginal lips.
?Three, please, Tony!?  The boy, excited by the sight of the reddening bottom 
before him, and the pressure of the girl?s soft bare thigh against his erection, 
belted the poor girl harder, laying the belt straight across the crown of her 
prominent cheeks and watching the leather bite deep into the tender cheeks. 
Andrea yelped and screamed, and her leg kicked back involuntarily, as her 
bottom writhed to one side.  By now, all three girls were crying, Andrea?s sobs 
louder and more wracked than the other two girl?s sympathetic soft whimpers.
?As you can see, Gentlemen, our subject is becoming very emotional during her 
punishment.  I have found this to be a stage a young lady goes through before she 
achieves the correct docile and servile acceptance of her due correction.  Let me 
enlighten you with a little technique, sirs.   Jack, as you are not usefully employed 
at the moment, please come around here and place yourself before Andrea?s 
bowed head.   Yes, if you like you can rest her head against the front of your 
trousers there.  In fact, Andrea, turn you head and place one cheek against the 
desk, so that the other may nestle into Jack?s front.   Jack felt light-headed and 
giddy as he pushed his swollen erection against the whimpering Andrea?s cheek.
?I have found,? lectured Marquist as he idly moved towards the girl?s raised rear, 
that a combination of fully lowering a girl?s underpants?? At this, he grasped 
Andrea?s panties and drew them slowly down and off her stripe-crossed backside 
and down her smooth thighs, tucking them down at the rear of her knees. ??the 
full baring of the bottom, so to speak, combined with a firm, supportive grip on a 
girl?s bare breasts??  He indicated to Jack, who instantly thrust both hands palm 
up under the bent girl, pushed into both cups of her brassiere and palmed the 
heavy swollen orbs there.   He gripped Andrea?s big soft breasts firmly, and 
squeezed them rhythmically.  ?Seems to quiet them down.   A girl seems to accept 
when well stripped and gripped, shall we say, her role as a recipient of 
punishment.?  A nod to Tony.
The old disciplinarian seemed to be correct, as the next smack of the strap across 
her now totally naked, outthrust backside, seemed to elicit less of a violent 
reaction from Andrea.   Something in the abject humiliation of having her panties 
pulled down in front of all the boys, and the firm hold on her breasts, Jack?s 
fingers firmly squeezing her springy nipples, held her firmly still and suffused the 
sharp pain from the strap on her bottom turning it into a dull, hot, ache all over 
her rear.  
It was a far more docile girl who received the remainder her of her strapping with 
only restrained whimpers and moans, and only slight shifting and clenching of 
her resigned buttocks.  She felt pinned down by the starry stinging in her nipples 
and her firmly gripped breasts, and her bottom felt captive, hot, and electric with 
stinging energy.
Ralph and Chaunce found no diminution however in the reactions of the bottoms 
they held.    Ashley and Katy?s rears pulsed and contracted, squirmed and shifted, 
and their whimpers only increased as Tony meted out the remainder of Andrea?s 
punishment.
After the ten strappings were complete, Marquist motioned Jack to release 
Andrea?s breasts, and Tony to step away. ?Stand, girl!? he ordered, ?We now find 
ourselves back where we were before your punishment was necessitated.  Except 
now, your panties, young Andrea, are pulled down and your bottom is acceptably 
red and smacked.   In fact, if you turn again, we can let the boys see what we were 
discussing just a moment ago, your genitals.?
The boys gazed lustfully at Andrea?s exposed pussy, her bush trimmed to a 
delicate dusting of downy light blonde hair in a triangle aboved her slit.  Both 
other boys reluctantly withdrew their hands from the other two girl?s bottoms 
and all the boys went back to their desks behind the girls?.  The ladies obeyed 
Marquists? signal and remained standing next to their desks.
?And we were saying, Andrea, that we know you are fertile because??
The girl knew what the old lecher wanted her to say, and whispered hoarsely, 
?because I bleed from my vagina every month.?
?Very good Andrea.  I think you shan?t be needing your panties for the rest of the 
class, so please push them down and hand them to young Tony.   In fact, please 
tell him they are a present for him, and thank him properly for educating you.   I 
even think a kiss on the lips would be a proper thank you.?
Andrea turned towards the boy who had just caused her backside so much 
explosive pain.  ?The snot-nosed kid,? she thought, ?is grinning like a Cheshire 
cat!  And I can do nothing to rebel.?   She reached down and pushed her panties 
off her ankles, stepping out of them.   She then held them out towards Tony, and 
in a forced voice, said, ?Thank you for taking the trouble of educating me, by, by, 
strapping my bottom.?  The boy didn?t move so she stepped forward on her high 
heels, and leaned out to the unappealing boy and brought her lips to his.   
He took the slip of pale yellow underwear from her and pushed the bunched up 
panties into his back pocket.  He then placed his hands on her naked sides, and 
tipped her towards him so she fell leaning the length of her body against his.   His 
tongue forced itself between her lips and filled her mouth, seeking her tongue and 
pumping back and forth wetly.  The boy took his time, thoroughly exploring the 
oral cavity of the helpless girl, while enjoying the feeling of her soft, feminine 
body pushed against his torso.  His hips pushed hard into her soft naked lower 
belly, her lightly furred vulva separated from his erection only by the material of 
his trousers.  One hand found her lower back and pulled the reluctant girl harder 
against himself, while his other hand cupped one of Andrea?s hot tender ass 
cheeks.  His hard gaze focused on the distressed, delicate featured face grimacing 
before him, Andrea?s green eyes glazed with her recent tears of pain and 
humiliation.  She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out the image of the 
boy who was so obviously enjoying her bottomless body.  She felt the tears 
pooling in her eyes, at being forced to kiss the boy who had just spanked her so 
mercilessly and now having to endure his hand petting her still-stinging bare 
bottom.  She felt his hand pet her full rump, then squeeze a handful of her 
backside?s cheek firmly, and jostle it back and forth feeling her ass move obedient 
to his pull.  
Marquist gave the boy ample time to enjoy the girl, then entoned, ?Now settle 
down, ladies and gentlemen.  Now that our young Andrea has been disciplined 
appropriately, let?s return to our lessons.  Andrea, please stand by the blackboard, 
hands on your head.?  
Andrea shuffled forward, shamefully aware of the state of exposure of her lower 
body.   At least, she told herself, she was still wearing a bra.  As she walked up to 
the front of the class next to the blackboard and followed the professor?s hand 
gesture to turn towards the class, the boys relished the sight of her full buttocks 
swaying to her steps, each rosy spank-crested cheek tensing and bunching then 
stretching out with each step.  Andrea?s rounded hips also swayed slightly as she 
walked, lending her naked bottom an alluring additional sideways sway.  
Marquist gestured.  She raised her hands behind her head.  The humiliation of 
being made to stand before the class and display herself bottomless to the boys 
stung her.   She bowed her shoulders forward, attempting to diminish the 
exaggerated thrust of her breasts put on display by having her hands behind her 
head.   Instead, this only served to give her high, taut breasts an appearance of 
hanging before her, deepening the valley between them and heightening 
heaviness of her tits as the soft yellow cups pulled slightly away from her 
mounds.  The young men delighted in the view, taking in her proffered breasts, 
and staring with open lust at the neat trim blonde V of pubic hair on her slightly 
prominent mound, and the soft pink pussy lips clearly displayed below her dainty 
bush.   She blushed furiously.
Marquist began idly discoursing on the succession of the British crown family, a 
topic on which he could talk for hours without paying any real attention.   
Instead, his mental energy turned to conceiving how best to get the other two 
young ladies in his charge in ?trouble,? so he and the boys could humiliate and 
punish each of them in their turn.
Glancing up at the blonde submissively displayed in front of the room, Marquist 
recalled how exquisite had been his time alone with her some days prior.  As with 
each of the girls, he had had occasion to introduce them to his educational 
techniques and to sample the charms their guardians had diligently been 
preparing for the last months.   
While abstractedly continuing his lecture, Marquist was distracted by his 
recollections of the sunlit room in which he?d made the girl denude herself, how 
he had made her drape her womanly body over his knees and undergo a thorough 
manual exploration of her backside and genitalia.  Chastising the girl for causing 
him to become aroused, Andrea had been made to remove his trousers and 
underwear, then drape herself back over his lap, his naked member now pushed 
against her mons and belly.   He recalled how her full bottom jiggled and 
compressed as he spanked her rapidly and how he had made her repeated rise 
and lick the juices her wriggling was eliciting from him from his penis, her belly 
slick with his pre-cum. then reposition herself over his lap for another round of 
spanking.   That session had ended with the girl obediently suckling his penis, 
then swallowing the copious load of sperm the old lecher had caused her to build 
up in him over the course of the hour-long spanking session. Marquist decided 
that an interlude was in order, for him, during which he would let the boys 
natural behavior further his aims with the two other girls.   
?Please take out your workbooks ladies.   I want you Ashley and Katy to write a 
two-page essay on what you have learned from you schoolmate?s punishment and 
how you intend to deport yourselves as proper young ladies.  The boys will make 
sure that you pay undivided attention to your task.  You may consult them for 
ideas.  In fact, they will be grading your essays later!?
Katy and Ashley both glanced horrified at one another.   They had no idea what to 
say about the horrible experience of watching their companion being thrashed 
and manhandled by a boy her junior!   And the boys would be the judges of their 
efforts!  At least, though Ashley, while they were writing they wouldn?t be being 
punished.
Marquist turned to the blonde at the front of the room, ?You, young Andrea, we 
shall go into my study for a moment where you may make amends for your ill 
behavior in ways appropriate for a nubile and may I say charmingly bottomless 
young lady.?
Andrea obeyed the old teacher?s signal and followed him towards his study, 
where she?d only a bit ago been taken to received a spanking.   Marquist held 
open the door for her as she entered the paneled room, and this time he closed it 
behind her, obviously not intending for the boys to overhear whatever was to 
occur.  
The girl turned nervously to the stern and displeased teacher.  ?Young lady, once 
again your parading that trim little pussy for all of us in front of the class like 
that, has had the obvious effect of inflaming me.   Clearly, your misbehavior is 
calculated to cause male distress.  What have you to say for yourself??
Andrea, whimpered, ?No, sir, I didn?t want to be undressed in front of you!  It?s 
not fair!?  She stopped.  She knew her entreaties were falling on deaf ears, that 
the old man was enjoying her pleading.   Helpless tears moistened her big eyes.
?Petulance, young lady, will only result in your being further punished, and if the 
strapmarks across your charming little bottom are an indication, I would guess 
that you would prefer to avoid further attention to your posterior.  But, if I am 
mistaken, and you would like a further paddling??
He raised and inquiring eyebrow and stared down the meek girl.  She cast her 
eyes downward and shook her white-blonde mane of hair.  ?No, please sir, my 
bottom hurts so already.?  Marquist watched the girl?s midriff squirm.  
?And what do you propose instead to make amends for arousing your teacher in 
such a unladylike fashion??  The girl stood, mute with embarrassment.  She knew 
what the old lecher wanted, and the memory of her kneeling before him a few 
days earlier as he emptied his semen into her mouth made her gag.
?We both know what is required, young lady,? he explained wearily.  ?If you are a 
worthless scholar, at least your talent for cocksucking can be put to good use.
Girl, remove your bra, I require you to be naked as you service me.?
Andrea shuddered.  She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and let 
it fall from her heavy breasts.   The round white orbs spilled into view, her wide 
pink areola and pencil eraser nipples pointing slightly upwards and outward, 
crowned high on her plump breasts.    She handed her sole remaining garment to 
the lecherous disciplinarion as he held out his hand for it,   
Marquist, his gaze never leaving the naked buxom beauty in front of him, leaned 
back against his desk,   ?Kneel in front of me, Andrea!? he ordered.  The 
frightened naked girl knew she would be required to perform the service her 
guardian had been teaching her of late.   She knelt uncomfortably before the old 
man.   Her stocking clad knees ached on the hard wooden floor.
?Take my penis out.  You will service me with you mouth?unhurried, slow, you 
must make me relish the entire process before you will be allowed to swallow my 
sperm.?
Andrea knelt before the old man, and undid his belt, then opened the button at 
his waist.  As she?d been instructed, she performed each action slowly and 
carefully, obediently giving the old man time relish the attention of the beautiful, 
naked, girl tending to his member.
She ran down his zipper, then opened his fly.  ?Pull my pants down!? Marquist 
ordered.  Andrea tugged the pants to his thighs, then lower, and Marquist 
stepped out of them and leisurely, he had all the time in the world, folded them 
and put them on his desk  Andrea?s angelic face was level with the old man?s 
black underwear.  He pushed the front of his shorts down, releasing his semi-
erect penis and his scrotum.   She observed the long, dark penis.   It was full and 
heavy, but as yet unstanding.   Her task, she knew was now to bring it to full 
erection, pleasure it and then submissively make it spasm into her mouth and 
swallow.   
She recollected how her guardian had repeated that injunction time and again, 
during her ?training.?   She blinked trying to eradicated the memories of thick 
spurting eruptions draining into her mouth, as she was ordered ?Swallow!?  Her 
early balking refusals, resulting in jets of thick sperm coating her cheeks and 
clogging her hair, stinging her eye, had only resulted in her guardian waiting until 
his spasms had ended, then grabbing her blonde mane and hauling her to her 
feet, where she twisted as he thrashed her indiscriminately with a broad leather 
belt, cruelly intoning, ?You will learn to swallow every drop young lady!? As she 
twisted in his grip, he wielded the leather belt to slap her across her belly and 
breasts, and bottom until her entire body stung redly.   She had learned. 
Obediently swallowing the bitter sperm was preferable to the times her guardian 
refused to let her engulf his spurting member with her mouth, choosing instead 
to ?decorate her face,? letting spurt after spurt land on her cheeks, nose, and 
mouth.  Her eyes obediently looked into her despoiler?s face while the girl tryed 
desperately to avoid a gobbet from reaching her eye, where it would sting fiercely.
Marquist knew the submissive, naked, girl before had been well trained.   For 
now, he sought a short relief from his arousal, so as to more coldly attend to the 
other two girls in the schoolroom.  
Ralph, Chauce, and Tony sat back at their desks indolently.   Just before them, 
the two girls looked down at mostly blank sheets of paper before them.   Keenly 
aware of the predatory young men watching them, they concentrated on the 
essays they were supposed to be writing, in the vain hope that they?d be left 
undisturbed to write them!  That is, they both thought, if they had anything to say 
about the subject they?d been given.  What could they write about their 
schoolmate?s harsh punishment that would save them from similar treatment?   
They both knew, in fact, that they too would soon be punished, but hoped if they 
produced something to their teacher?s liking they might be spared the worst of it.
Katy was unable to avoid a rebellious tone in her writing, decrying the unfairness 
of Andrea?s treatment, how it had been the boys? fault.   Both girls listened 
attentively for sounds emanating from the office into which Andrea had been 
taken.   Katy, as she wrote, was initially relieved that no plosive spanking sounds 
emanated from the office.   Quickly, though, she realized that if her sister student 
was not being punished, it was likely that she was the object of some other, more 
silent but perhaps even more dreadful activity.   She glanced up quickly at the 
closed door behind which she imagined the old professor taking sexual liberties 
with the helpless blonde.
Ashley, concentrated, instinctively taking on a conciliatory tone in her own essay.   
?A small amount of punishment,? she wrote, ?is helpful when a girl is willful.   But 
only a token amount is needed to make a girl obedient.?   She tried to make a case 
for light chastisement being sufficient, hoping this would weigh in when her own 
turn to be punished came, as it undoubtedly would.
After a few minutes of watching the girls write, the bored young men started 
whispering amongst themselves.   Ashley and Katy paid attention nervously, but 
were unable to make out what they were saying.   
Ralph, the oldest and more authoritarian of the boys, stood and walked up to the 
girls? desks.  He leaned over towards them and said, ?Please stand up ladies!?  
Ashley, accustomed to obeying her cousin at home, put down her pen and stood 
up, clasping her hands meekly before her.  Katy, tears in her eyes, refused to 
move.   Chauce walked over to the seated girl and enlaced his fingers in her long 
auburn hair.  ?You were instructed to stand up, disobedient little girl!? he chided.   
Pulling  up on the rich mane in his hand, he forced the reluctant girl to stand up. 
?Disobedience means you lose an item of clothing!? he proclaimed, ?Would you 
like to take off your panties or your shirt for us now??  Katy struggled, and Tony 
came up behind her and grasped her wrists in his hands.  He pulled them behind 
her and held the light girl easily.   ?No answer?? mocked Chauce, ?I suppose that 
means you?d like us take down your panties, doesn?t it.   I suppose some girl?s like 
showing off their bare bottoms and pussies; you?re one of those exhibitionists 
aren?t you?  Very well!  Let?s have those panties down shall we and see what your 
cunt looks like??
Katy struggled uselessly, and protested, ?No.   Wait!  Don?t take my panties off.  
I?ll take my shirt off!?   
?I don?t think you can be trusted,? mocked Chauce, ?we?ll just help you, and as 
you have been difficult about it, I think it?ll be shirt and bra off for you.    A bare 
boob display should help to tame your spirit!?

 ?Lick, little one!?  Marquist commanded.  Andrea brought her tongue against the 
old man?s flaccid penis.  She felt its soft skin against her lips.   The old man?s 
organ was sizeable, though not rigid, and Andrea actually enjoyed the soft 
texture,  She let her tongue dart out and ran it over the shaft, licking softly up to 
the head of his uncircumcised cock.  She had been taught by her guardian that 
the skin of the foreskin was sensitive and should be paid attention to lavishly.   
Her lips opened and slowly drew the stiffening organ into her warm mouth, 
where she let her tongue lap back and forth over the head.  
Marquist ordered, ?Pull the skin back, Andrea, baring the glans.  Use the tip of 
your tongue to lick the underside of the head where it is most sensitive.  Ah, yes, 
that?s a good cock-sucker.?  Marquist looked down at his organ nestled beautifully 
in the girl?s mouth.  Her full breasts bobbed as she worked her mouth on his 
organ.  Marquist reached down and grasped the girl?s breast, his fingers pinched 
the budding nipple and he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.  Andrea closed 
her eyes in shame at having to perform oral sex on the old man.   She knew she 
had no choice though lest her punishments become unbearably worse.  The sting 
in her recently spanked backside still served as a strong reminder of what was in 
store for her if she rebelled.
She concentrated her efforts, feeling Marquist?s member stiffen.   He murmured 
to her, ?That?s it young lady, suck nicely and I shall give you your drink??  
Marquist felt his relief coming on him and ordered, ?Open wide, I want to see my 
sperm drain into your mouth?Ah, yes, that?s it?.yes, pump my penis while cum 
fills your mouth!?
Andrea felt the teacher?s member spasm strongly and opened her mouth wide.   
As she had been taught, her tongue continued to lave the pulsing glans, and she 
felt the man?s sticky emission flood her mouth with it?s slightly bitter taste and 
thick, glutinous texture.   Obediently, knowing what was expected of her, she 
swallowed the old man?s cum.    It took her several swallows before the man?s 
surprisingly copious emissions subsided.   Andrea?s mouth felt sticky and her 
teeth  felt coated by sperm.  
Marquist sighed satisfiedly. He motioned the girl to stand and face away from 
him at the wall, her bare bottom towards him, while he collected himself and 
buttoned up.
?Right,? he thought, ?that will have given our young rascals out there time to get 
the other two young ladies into trouble!?  After the girl finished cleaning his 
member with her tongue, a duty she?d evidently been schooled in at home, he 
tucked himself back in his pants and stood up.   ?Arrange yourself properly, 
young lady!  I don?t imagine you want to have it quite so obvious to your male 
classmates that you?ve just been sucking and swallowing, do you?   They?d clearly 
feel left out, and then you?d have to make amends, wouldn?t you??  Andrea slowly, 
rose to her feet from the kneeling position she occupied.  She wiped her forearms 
across her sticky mouth, and rearranged the cups of her bra to reposition her 
breasts, and cover her recently manhandled nipples.   Of course, she could not do 
anything to hide herself, as all she wore was her brassiere.   Her head reeled with 
shame and she swallowed nervously, the mushroomy taste of sperm in her mouth 
reminding her of her ordeal.  
Marquist grasped the girl by the upper arm, and guiding her ahead of him, 
walked her to door of his office and back out to the classroom.  

As they re-entered the classroom, Marquist observed what had transpired in his 
brief absence.   Ashley had clearly been spared much of an ordeal, and stood by 
her desk, docile, still dressed in her schoolgirl white shirt and white lacy panties, 
white stockings and high-heeled white shoes.   Katy had not fared as well, though.   
She was naked above the waist, having only retained her satin ruffled black 
panties and black translucent stay-up stockings held up by a frothy black garter 
belt, which Marquist observed to himself was a nice touch her guardian would 
have imposed on the girl as she dressed that morning.   
While he had been enjoying Andrea?s oral servicing, from which his satisfied 
crotch still felt warmly full, the boys had managed to for Katy to bare her breasts.   
Marquist observed the girl?s bouncy, full, naked C-cup tits.   Her breasts were 
high and firm, not as large as the other two girls? definitely oversized breasts, but 
appetizing in their youthful pertness.  Marquist pondered expertly on the girl?s 
frontal endowments, considering how both Andrea and Ashley, with their full, 
heavy, mammaries exhibited a notable heavy, round, hang to the lower curves of 
their breasts, with which they would have no problem passing the ?pencil test,? 
wherein a pencil placed under a girl?s bare boob is trapped and will not fall, Katy?s 
breasts were more athletic and trim.  
Katy?s firm boobs jutted proudly from her chest,  the skin between chest and boob 
taut and creaseless.  The tight, long, buds of her nipples, glowed deep red, 
evidencing, as did the flushed and pink-mottled skin of Katy?s pale globes, the 
thorough and rough manhandling, tugging, and pinching that she had been 
undergoing while Marquist was being serviced in the other room.  In fact, as 
Ralph stepped away from Katy, Chauce moved before her to take his with her 
naked breasts.  Reaching out he gripped one of the girl?s nipples in each hand and 
pulled towards himself, causing her breasts to stretch towards him, the nipples 
flattening and elongating with marvelous elasticity, the areolas distending into 
elongated cones.   The unfortunate girl moaned as her teats were tormented, a 
sharp plaintive ?Owwww?? escaping her.  
The boys looked up and a hush came over the room, as Marquist re-entered.   The 
old man shook his head in amusement.  ?You modern young ladies! It would 
seem that you are unable to keep your clothes about you, doesn?t it?   Ah, well if 
you insist on being found in states of undress, we shall just have to take 
advantage of the situation.   Andrea, go stand against the wall, facing it.  Pull up 
your shirt and show us all a proper bare bottom.?
Andrea shuffled slowly towards the wall, holding her blouse rucked at the waist 
as she?d been instructed.   The boys observed the tensing and relaxing of Andrea?s 
bare, reddened and handprint splotched bottom cheeks as she made her way to 
the wall.   
?And, what have we here, Katy?   So soon into the lesson, and already bare-
breasted? ? taunted Marquist.   
?As long as you intend to give us a display of your admirable chest, young lady, 
we ought to do it properly, displaying your boobies in the best light.  Please put 
your hands behind your head and thrust out your chest.   Yes, that?s it.
Marquist walked over to the bare bosomed girl, her breasts rising and falling 
quickly in time to her scared, shallow, breaths.   He observed the girl squirm as he 
instructed the young man who was gripping her nipples to ?Pinch Katy?s little 
morsel-sized nipples, Chauce, yes, watch as the sensation suffuses her 
expression!  Now a little twist, that?s right, you can tell the level of sensitivity by 
Katy?s grimaces and her shifting her legs.   The flood of sensation from a girl?s 
nipples when strongly stimulated goes direct like a live wire to their cunts.    Were 
we to check between Katy?s labia, as we will soon, we would no doubt find her 
vagina moistening in response to the rough treatment of her nipples.
?Such tender, round little titties our Katy has, you will observe, Gentlemen.   A 
girl?s breasts are, though delicate, amazingly resilient.  They respond to the most 
gentle caress,? Marquist?s palm traced the lower contour of one firm teat?? Katy 
felt the old man?s gentle caress on the plump curve of her naked breast, the 
intimate touch making her gasp,? but they are plastic and tolerate strong 
manipulation.?
Katy winced and bent forward as Marquist completed the teasingly soft encircling 
of the bottom outline of her tender breast, then suddenly grabbed one white 
breast hard with one hand, mauling and bunching the soft orb, and squeezed and 
compressed it.   The breast distended and plumped, the man?s fingers sinking 
into the firm orb.   Marquist shook Katy?s tit and the boys all watched it jostle and 
sway heavily.  Katy?s bare, tender breast responded fluidly, the fullness of it 
spilling out from the strong compression of the old teacher?s fingers, and swaying 
and shifting with a pendulous, fluid heaviness.
Marquist released his grip on Katy?s boob, leaving pink marks where he?d 
manhandled her.  Casually, almost as an afterthought, he opened his palm and 
gave the pink full tit a sharp open palmed slap.  ?Ow?? exclaimed the surprised 
girl, as a pink blush suffused the pale skin of her boob.  A whimper from Katy 
made both breasts shudder.  Marquist stepped in towards Katy and grabbed a 
handful of her hair, then pulled her head back, making her thrust her chest out.   
The old man?s practiced hand swung delivering an open handed smack to Katy?s 
other bare breast.   The girl moaned and stumbled on her heels, writhing to no 
avail as her head was trapped by her dark mane.  Her torso twisted away from the 
man holding her, but that merely presented him with her other breast as a target.    
As the girl?s chest swung up, he slapped the bare boob.   Katy whimpered, 
?Ohh?ow?? Another pair of smacks struck her defenseless tits.
Marquist turned towards Ashley,
 ?Now Ashley, what would you say are the body parts that epitomize a young 
lady?s anatomy.  And I exhort you to not be shy in your disquisition as you have 
seen the punishment that will ensue.?
Ashley, trembled and answered, ?Her breasts, sir, and her bottom, sir, and her 
genitalia.?  ?You mean her cunt or pussy, do you not Ashley??  ?Yes, sir,? Ashley 
echoed reluctantly, ?her cunt or pussy.?
?By lucky coincidence we have today three young ladies, and each can therefore 
kindly serve as a subject of study for us for the three primary female sexual 
characteristics.  Now Andrea, given that you have conveniently lost your panties,  
I think has already laid a claim to being the class? ?bottom-girl.?   The election of 
Andrea to ?bottom-girl? was confirmed as natural and proper, as a definite 
tremor and shiver went through Andrea?s posterior, naked on display as she 
stood with her gaze towards the wall.    She felt the boy?s gaze burn into her warm 
bum.  Amazingly, she realized, the stinging from her recent spanking had 
subsided and her bottom felt merely warm.   She dreaded the further attention it 
would be receiving, as she evidently was to represent femininity?s rear charms in 
the lesson to follow.
?Furthermore, as Katy has also arranged to somehow be without a brassiere, and 
also, my dear, given your guardian?s reports on how admirably sensitive and 
responsive your breasts are, we shall appoint Katy our ?tit-girl.?  We?ve already 
seen how Katy responds to having her bouncy teats stimulated, and we shall 
return for additional observations on this.
?Leaving, Ashley, you to provide us with a prime example of the most feminine 
part of a girl?s anatomy.  Her cunt. ?  Ashley?s intake of breath as she gasped in 
surprise and horror, was audible to all the smiling boys.    They knew that in 
moments the three girls would be in a state of helpless undress, made to display 
their lovely young bodies without recourse.  
Marquist walked over to his desk an leaned against it.
 ?As you can imagine, ladies, we will brook no disobedience or hesitation.   You?re 
each individually acquainted with my punishments for disobedience, and I will 
thoroughly enjoy correcting any young lady who is anything less than totally 
compliant.  Understood?
The three girls cast frightened downcast peeks at one another and then at 
Marquist.  There was no need to answer, and they all meekly looked down and 
blinked back tears.
?Female anatomy, the subject on which we will enlighten these young men, is 
best displayed either totally uncovered, or in feminine underwear.   So, ladies, 
please remove your shirts.?   
Katy, topless, didn?t move, but Ashley and Andrea unbuttoned their shirts  and 
opened them.    They obediently folded the shirts perfunctorily, and placed them 
on the desks before themselves, looking down in embarrassment.   They wore 
expensive, daintily ornamented bras.   Andrea?s bra was yellow lace, with 
semitransparent gauze cups which allowed the boys to see her small sharp 
nipples atop her firm full yet athletic breasts.  Ashley bared her large, big nippled 
mammaries under a white half-cup bra with skirting and green flowers.  
Two girls stood in their bras, their breasts on display, though covered.   Katy?s 
breasts stood proud and bare, one still showing the pink blush from being 
recently slapped.
?Quick step here, girls,? ordered Marquist, pointing to one wall of room.   The 
girls shuffled over, two in panties and Andrea naked below the waist.    Marquist 
arranged the girls as he saw fit.  
In the observing Guardian?s room, cigar smoke wafted through the air. as good 
natured banter of a risqu? variety took place between the men.  They observed on 
the large screen the artistically recorded video of the girls? arrangement by 
Marquist.   Chauce, Jack and Ralph were also called to the wall.   Chauce brought 
a tall stool and sat on it, one foot on the ground and the other on a cross-stay of 
the stool, his knee crooked.   Marquist grabbed Andrea?s arm, and pulled her over 
beside the boy.   ?Bend over!? he commanded, and tipped her forwards so she 
tumbled across Chauce?s lap, her naked bottom presented to the boys and the 
cameras.  Chauce smiled at the site of the trim but womanly naked bottom on his 
lap.   Andrea?s hips were wide, but her bottom was full and trim.  Chauce place his 
palm on the soft swell of the girl?s rounded buttock.  Andrea felt the boy cup her 
backside and his fingers stroke the soft skin.
?Tits:?? indicated Marquist, pointing to Katy, ?over to Jack.?   Katy reluctantly 
stepped over to where Jack also sat on a stool.   He pulled her hands to her head, 
and turned her to face the room. Grabbing Katy?s wrists, Jack jerked them back 
behind her head.   Grabbing a handful of her dark hair he pulled her head back so 
she was forced to thrust her boobs out.
Katy stood, chest arched outwards, her boobs unprotected and naked and her 
hands behind her back, wearing only her panties.  Her belly, arched backwards 
with her submissive posture, was flat and slim. Jack reached up and lay a 
possessive hand under one of Katy?s boobs, cupping it and feeling its pleasant 
firmness, then letting his fingers curl around it and grip it firmly.
?And for our nubile young Ashley, we?ve reserved for you the most important 
educational task.   Though certainly women?s breasts and buttocks are a primary 
feminine attribute, no part of a girl?s body is so intimately womanly as her 
pudendum, or more colloquially, her pussy, ?her cunt.   
Ashley looked up at her cousin Ralph and the other two boys.  ?Oh,? she thought, 
?How awfully embarrassing, I will be made to show them my pussy!?  At the same 
time she was aware of a tingle of excitement at the realization that it would be her 
handsome cousin, who had after all already touched her ?there? who would be 
exploring her most intimate folds shortly.
Ralph took another stool to the wall.   Marquist handed him a pair of straps and 
Ralph beckoned the frightened girl over.   He indicated Ashley should sit on the 
stool.  He then pushed her torso back so she was resting against the wall and 
grasped each of her feet in turn.   He brought these up to the stool and slipped 
one side of a strap around her ankle, the other hooked into an eye on the side of 
the wide square stool on which she sat.   Her other leg was similarly secured.  
Ashley tried to keep her legs together, pressing her knees against one another. 
Ralph then placed his hands between her closed knees, and looking at her 
gravely, pushed her knees apart, making Ashley expose the strip of purple lace 
and satin between her legs.
Chauce wasted no time in using his his hands to explore Andrea?s outthrust, 
naked, bottom.    The resilient, still leather-strap warmed hemisphere?s felt hot 
and bouncy and tender under his palm and fingers.  He massaged the girl?s naked 
buttocks freely.   Terrified of doing anything that would earn her further 
punishment, Andrea kept herself totally still, accepting the boy?s exploration of 
her bottom, even his prying her cheeks apart so he could see the expertly 
depilated, dusky, pouting lips of her cuntslide open, revealing the opening of 
Andrea?s pearly pink vagina.  She felt the boy?s hand play with her naked bottom.   
His erection pushed against her naked belly as she lay across his lap.   She felt his 
firmness pulse and stiffen in response to his hand relishing the soft skin and swell 
of her naked bottom.
Andrea feels another hand, rougher and more experienced, less deferential to her 
femininity, rest easily on one buttock.  A casual swipe of the palm smacks her 
cheek.  Marquist explains, ?We?ve had already, thanks to your dear Andrea, a 
demonstration of the properties and utility of a girl?s bottom. We shall return to 
your backside presently.  For now, Chauce will keep your rear sensitized by 
feeling you up as he wishes, and you are to relax your bottom and submit to being 
properly groped.?
Chauce cupped Andrea?s cheeks and squeezed, and pulled the cheek from side to 
side, shaking it and opening her.
?Now, I think we should follow up on this with the analogue organ on a girl?s 
front, the biological mimic of the rounded buttock, by which of course I mean a 
young ladies tits, of which yours, my dear Katy,? he says turning to her and 
making her flinch with fear, ?are an exemplary pair, and shall be just the ticket 
for our demonstration.?   
?It is an interesting characteristic of different young ladies? nipples that the 
degree of stimulation required to make them tense is quite variable.  As you 
Gentlemen can see, Katy, though being quite well and firmly titted, has what 
might be described as naturally tensed nipples, the buds in their large dark 
areolas protruding like erasers.   For such cases, a beneficial training can be 
implemented with these??   Marquist turned towards his desk drawer as Katy 
watched him fearfully.    He turned and held out a pair of large wooden 
clothespins, and handed one to Jack.
?Jack, we must help our little Katy?s nipples to pop out further.   Grasp one of her 
nubbins with your fingertips.   Now pull, sharply and up, away from her breast, 
see how the nipple elongates and her breast takes on a conical appearance?   Now 
gripping Katy?s springy nipple firmly, I want you to shake her breast, make it flop 
back and forth.?
Katy stomach reacts with butterflies at the sensation of the boy?s pincering grip 
on her sensitive nipple buds.  She watches as her breast distends and stretches, 
the plump globe becoming taut, her areola stretching even more, and her 
tormented nipple lengthening and taking on a crimson hue.    She moans at the 
sharp pinch as Jack starts to pull her nipple back and forth, her breast moving 
heavily back and forth.    She squirms, her shoulders writhing at the abuse of her 
delicate nipple.   Marquist hands the boy the large clothespin.  A satisfied smile 
crosses Jack?s face, as he releases Katy?s now hard, tense, nipple.  Roughly, he 
brings the jaws of the clothespin around the prominent bud, and lets them clamp 
shut, the heavy spring pinching down on her abused nipple.   Katy cries out, but 
Jack methodically grasps her other nipple and repeats the operation?grasp, pull, 
shake, then snaps the second clothespin on Katy?s complaining nipple.
Marquist walks over to Katy and grasps her hair.   He pulls her up from where she 
leans against the wall and pulls her forward until her head is bowed towards her 
thighs, her clothespinned breasts dangling from her chest.    ?Breasts proffered in 
this manner, hanging free and shifting under their own weight, are ideal for 
thorough examination.   Stand here, Jack, before your charge and, yes, plump 
and knead her soft titties.   As a man with much experience, I can assure you 
young men that Katy?s tits are an exemplarily well-formed, full, yet soft pair.   Do 
you not think so, Jack??
Jack stood before the helpless Katy, and squeezed the girl?s large breasts firmly in 
his hands.  His fingers grasped both her breasts and pulled back, gripping the 
heft of each orb as it slid through his hands, till the clothespins slid into his 
palms, at which point he cruelly squeezed on the jaws pincering Katy?s nipples 
and pushed her breasts back against her chest, before resuming the motion.   
?That?s it,? Marquist encouraged him, ?Milk Katy?s boobies thoroughly for her.?
He grasped Katy?s hair and used it to pull her downcast face up until she was 
looking up into his face, ?Boobs like yours, young lady, can serve just as well as 
your buttocks for chastisement, you know!   
?Tony, you?ve had a bit of practice with the belt already, and as you are not 
otherwise engaged, would you very much mind giving this naughty cows udder a 
leathery working over?   Though breasts are very sensitive and appear delicate, 
they are actually well-suited to soundly being thrashed.  I suggest you attempt to 
dislodge the clothespins from Katy?s nipples.?
Marquist grabbed the girl?s head and pull her back, making her sit upright with 
her chest thrust forward, her breasts proudly bouncing high on her chest, the 
crowning clothespins bobbing softly.    Katy whimpered as she saw Tony draw the 
belt back.   She started yelping even before the swiping rough leather sank deep 
into both her breasts.   A startled moan suppressed her yelp as she felt the deep, 
biting sting of the belt across her tender breasts.   It wasn?t the first time she?d 
had her breasts thrashed.  Her foster father favored that part of her anatomy in 
fact and often contrived to torment her breasts.  A hypnotic passivity came over 
Katy when her breasts were stimulated and she felt sluggish and servile, unable to 
move away or react.   Three more swipes of the split leather belt smacked her 
bosom before both clothespins had flown off.   Her punished nipples needed no 
additional instruments to stand erectly at attention now.
Marquist came up to the girl, and grabbing one of her breasts, brought it high, up 
towards her face.    Stretching it out towards her mouth, he commanded, ?Lick? 
Suck? Tend little tit-girl to your own nipples, lick them.   Now place your mouth 
around it?? she hesitated and Marquist pushed her head down and pulled her 
hair.   She took the hard, stinging nipple into her own mouth and obeyed, sucked 
it hard.   ?Bite!? commanded the teacher, ?I want to see tooth marks on your 
nipple, or I will instruct Tony to use the belt to thrash only your nipples ten times 
each!?   Katy trembled and obeyed, sinking her teeth into her own turgid bud, 
hard enough that when Marquist pulled her head back, marks from her teeth 
were visible on her darkened areola.  ?That is good, Katy, now?? he pulled her 
head using his hand?s purchase in her hair, ?Let?s see if Tony?s sucking and biting 
adds a bit of spice shall we??
Tony quickly leaned down and fastened his hungry mouth on the girls nipple, 
sucking into his mouth as much of her full globe as he could.  Katy felt his tongue 
bathe her breast tip, worrying her aching nipple, then starting to bite it, almost 
chew on it while he sucked.   Tony released one breast, only to fasten onto the 
other heavy orb, his hands clamped to the bottom side of her breasts, pumping 
them towards his mouth.
Katy closed her eyes, feeling the deep hypnotic, peaceful, sensation she knew 
came from steady stimulation of her nipples.   She felt the firm sucking alternate 
between her proffered breasts, a soft warm sensation making her nipples tense 
and throb.  She felt her nipples bunch and tense.   The nipple being bathed in the 
boys mouth, felt full and warm, relaxing under the ministrations of the flicking 
tip of his tongue as it coursed over her throbbing, warm nipple.   The mouth quit 
one breast tip, which felt cold and sticky and tensed, as the boy moved to Katy?s 
other breast and the sensation repeated itself.   She couldn?t prevent herself from 
emitting little gasps and moans, as Tony gave her tits a good suckling.   
Marquist observed amusedly, and commented, ?You will observe, gentlemen, 
how our little Katy responds to having her breasts stimulated.   As her nipples are 
moistened and tugged she is experiencing intense sexual pleasure.  When we 
check later on between her labia, you will find she has quite thoroughly 
dampened herself.   We will defer verifying this for the moment, as we have 
already chosen Ashley for the part of our anatomy lesson dealing with a girl?s 
genitals.  However, I think there?s no harm if Tony were to verify the state of our 
booby-girl?s panties.   
?Open your legs Katy, so Tony can feel whether you are properly dry between 
your legs.?
Tony?s mouth released the full, tense nipple.   Katy?s eyes opened.  She obediently 
opened her legs slightly.   Tony pushed them further apart.   The pale yellow strip 
of material stretched across her genitals showed a clear dark, wet, line delineating 
Katy?s cunt-lips.  It was certainly not necessary for Tony to place his fingers on it 
and trace the slick line of her labia, but the young man took his time fingering the 
slick, wet cloth, thoroughly palpating the soft damp lips under the cloth.   He 
chuckled, ?Oh, yes? little Katy seems to wet herself quite thoroughly from having 
her nipples stimulated!?   
Observing his friend?s thorough tit-sucking the young lady, and now fingering her 
between her legs , Chauce reached over and caressed Andrea?s stocking clad legs, 
stroking the bare skin between the top of her stockings and her panties.  Then, as 
if realizing for the first time that there was a naked bottomed girl lying across his 
lap, her rear a deliciously available target, he raised his palm and brought it down 
hard, back and forth on either side of Andrea?s already reddened backside.   The 
moans and complaints from both girls mingled into a delicious medley of girlish 
mewing as the boys punished them.
Marquist put his hand up after a brief span of this, and the boys stopped and lent 
him their attention.   ?Now we will pass to a girl?s third erogenous zone, which 
our dear Ashley?s pussy will help us become acquainted.?   Ralph holding Ashley?s 
head back, her knees spread by the straps on her ankles, moved his hand to the 
lavender, silky cloth between Ashley?s legs.   His hand cupped her prominent 
smooth mound, gentling his fingers back and forth across her vulva, his fingers 
catching on her satin-covered pussy lips and pulling them first one way, then 
another, forcing them to spread and open.   Ashley looked down.  Her own heavy 
breasts swung in their lavender satin brassiere, the cups of which Ralph quickly 
pushed aside, causing her breasts to spill out, now swinging free with her bra 
lifting and pushing them together.   Ralph?s hand between her leg was tracing her 
slit, pushing the material of her silken panties into her slit.  Looking up she saw 
the enraptured attentive gazes of the other boys locked to the spot between her 
legs.    She felt the soft material of her panties slide over her skin, then felt it push 
between her lips, opening them and bunching in her slit.   Her clean-shaven, soft, 
full pussy lips were uncovered to the young men?s gaze!
Ralph grasped the front of Ashley?s panty and pulled upwards, stretching the 
gusset and sinking it into her folds.  Moving his grip back and forth, he made the 
stretched panty cause Ashley?s pussy lips to wiggle back and forth.   A hint of her 
trimmed dark pubic triangle became visible.
Ashley squirmed and attempted to close her legs, but was prevented by the 
straps.   Jack walked up to the girl?s knees and pulled her legs further open.   He 
took one foot in his hand and held it out to on side, so Ashley was stretched open, 
her smooth, pale, creamy thigh strained open in a splayed posture affording the 
boys unfettered access to her genitals.  
?Girl?s undies these days are whisps of nothing,? said Marquist, and reached 
between Ashley?s legs.  She saw he held a small scissors, and flinched as he 
slipped the blade under the material between her legs.    Two quick snips and the 
gusset ofAshley?s panties sprung openb revealing her pink, perfectly shaved lips 
and the bare V of her pudendum.   Ralph slowly pulled the garment out from 
under Ashley?s bottom, leaving the girl spread-eagled, her soft, plump, hairless 
cuntlips open for all the men to examine to their delight.
Marquist, lectured ?It is curious to note that every cunt has a slightly different 
appearance, there is almost a signature to a girl?s genitalia.   As you can see 
Ashley?s cunt is characterized by her thick pouty outer labia, lending her vulva a 
pleasing round concavity?? the old man?s fingers touched her bare pussy, then he 
ran a finger along the length of her lips.  Applying further pressure, he pushed his 
fingers between her full outer lips and used his finger to trace the more complex, 
convoluted, course of her inner lips.
?Ashley?s inner lips, closed now, form a charming protrusion between her labia 
majora.   Ralph, please take over the demonstration?  I believe you have had 
occasion to already study your nieces female parts??
Ralph smiled and walked up to the spread-eagled girl.  ?Yes, of course, now, 
Ashley has a trim little pussy, with neat, symmetrical outer lips which don?t close 
all the way over her cunt.  This displays her inner labia.?
Ralph used two fingers to trace Ashley?s labia, then pushing between the lips, he 
opened his fingers revealing the pink, slick opening of her vagina.  Ashley 
shuddered as her cousin ran his fingers over her splayed open genitals and teased 
the opening to her vagina with the tip of his fingers.
Marquist explained, ?Observe how as Ralph runs his fingertips over Ashley?s 
naked pussy, tracing her opening lips and occasionally flicking over her clitoris in 
its little hood, Ashley?s vagina clenches and releases.?
Ralph had already had occasion in the past to explore his niece?s womanly 
genitalia, and was aware of the flood of sensations that his handling Ashley?s cunt 
was causing her.  He plucked one inner lip between his thumb and forefinger, and 
with his other hand pulled her other lip back, so that her soft folds pulled away 
making her vagina gape.   He pulled up and down along the length of her slit, 
then traced the lip to the top where he placed his fingers on the hood of her 
clitoris, and pulled up, bring Ashley?s tiny pale pink bud.
Marquist instructed Ralph, ?For instructional purposes, Ralph, be so kind as to 
pull Ashley?s clitoral hood, that charming little covering of flesh up, so we may 
concentrate on her clitoris, poised at the juncture of her labia like a pearl.  A 
sensitive pearl.  Please illustrate this for us by rubbing Ashley?s bare clit with the 
tip of your finger.
Ralph applied the pad of his index finger to his cousin?s bare little clitoris.   
Ashley?s body twitched and, as the boy continued caressing her most sensitive 
organ, he squirmed and gasped.  Legs spread wide, she felt humiliated, exposed 
and vulnerable, her most private feminine parts being handled freely, and her 
vagina gaping.
?Observe, Gentlemen,? explained Marquist, how our young lady squirms, her 
bottom unable to stay still and her vagina becoming, as we can see more open.   
Yes, young lady, I think your squirming vulva us opening up like a flower, and we 
are starting to see inside your lovely cunt tunnel!
?Finally, Gentlemen, I would like you to appreciate the pleasing appearance of a 
young woman?s sexual organs.   The way the rounded cheeks of her bottom cradle 
and frame the soft swell of her outer labia, the convolute folds of her inner labia, 
a slightly deeper shade of pink in Ashley?s case, and as you can observe from 
Ashley?s squirming, the tight feminine sheath of her vagina, which now that it has 
started to open, we shall find something for Ashley to grip.  Let us see how 
Ashley?s cunt responds to being penetrated!
?It is silly my dear Ashley, to look so distressed.  Surely, as our vagina-girl for 
today?s lesson, you had not expected us to ignore the vagina?s main purposes? 
That of cradling and providing pleasure to a male organ moving inside it?   Oh, 
no, young lady, we have a great deal of educational material to cover.  
Ashley watched horrified as the old man moved towards his desk and opened a 
drawer.   Her hips bucked, her bottom clenching and unclenching as her cousin 
continued massaging the swell of her lightly furred mons, stretching her lips back 
and forth.  She could feel the slickness with which her lips slid against one 
another between her legs, attesting to how wet she was.   In fact, the boys 
watched the girls? slit stretch and squirm, and the shiny slickness of her juices 
cover her feminine triangle, then spread to make shiny blotches on her upper 
thighs between her legs.
Ashley gasped as she saw what Marquist extracted from his desk drawer.  It was a 
large, lifelike, rubber penis, very long, though Ashley, and worse, very wide.   It 
looked lifelike, she thought, with realistic veining, even coloration.   
?As much as I am sure we would have no lack of volunteers to demonstrate the 
effect of penetration on our young student, in order to maintain a scientific tone 
to our investigation, we shall employ this device, but no reason to be dry about it.  
Let?s name it, shall we, let?s say ?Dick Dildo??  Ralph, thank you, you may cease 
your ministrations on our dear Ashley.   Circle round boys.
The gathered boys gleefully encircled the spread-eagled girl, her heavy boobs 
hanging over the top of her violet satin brassiere, big, dark nipples tense with 
fright, a scared wide-eyed look in her large brown eyes.  
Ashley tensed against her bonds as Marquist stepped up between her splayed 
thighs.  Slowly, almost casually, brought the instrument closer to her pussy.
?Dirk, say hello to Ashley?s cunt,? intoned the stern lecturer.  He placed the 
dildo?s head against her labia.  ?Often, a hand can be used at this moment to push 
aside the vaginal lips, and clear entry to the feminine passage, but today we will 
illustrate instead the natural early reluctance of a vagina to accept a large 
penetrating object.? 
Ashley felt the firm instrument push against her only partially opened lips.   
Marquist narrated, ?As the penetrating object exerts continuous pressure on the 
vaginal lips, as you can see gentlemen, they stretch inwards until, yes there it is, 
they part to the side beginning to nestle around the penetrating penis.  At this 
point, while the tip is just inside her labia, pushing at her inner lips, moving it 
slightly over the ante-chamber so to speak, serves to collect the girl?s lubrication 
on the head of the penetrating penis.   See, how Ashley?s slick juices start to coat 
our friend Dirk Dildo?   
Ashley wriggled and struggled as she felt the firm bulbous object rub over her 
pudendum and push her lips open.   She closed her eyes in shame, as she felt the 
old man exert pressure, pushing the fake penis? head into her, her vagina 
obediently stretching open to allow it entry into her body.
The boys watched the hard rubber cock start to enter the young girls body, 
pushing open her small vagina.   They gleefully heard her whimpers as she was 
penetrated relentlessly.   
?As the glans enters the vagina, opening the passage, you can see how the inner 
lips hug the contour of the our friend Dirk?s head.?
Ashley twitched as Marquist exerted pressure, burying the dildo?s head inside her 
cunt.   ?Once inside, the vagina cradles and wraps itself around the intruder, in a 
way that stimulates and pleasures the cockhead.    As you can see when I remove 
the head again, Ashley?s cunt has coated it copiously with her girlish lubrication, 
allowing the next thrust into her to sink deeper into her accepting body cavity. ?
Marquist pushed hard into the spread-eagled, helpless, girl and the dildo forced 
it?s way into her tight vagina, accompanied, by plaintive whimpers from the girl 
as she was brusquely opened.  
?Observe gentlemen, Ashley?s reaction as I now repeatedly drive Dirk deep into 
her cunt, beginning to fuck her in earnest.   See how she trembles and shakes at 
the stimulation.   Her whimpers are further proof of the force of sensations to her 
cunt.   Please line up gentlemen and try some thrusts yourselves to see the variety 
of responses you can elicit from our vagina-girl.
Tony was the first boy to take his turn with the dildo, and he wasted no time in 
slamming it hard into her, until the rubber cockhead slammed into Ashley?s 
cervix, causing a mewl of pain to come from the girl, and making her body tense 
and buck.    Once the instrument was buried deep in her, Tony drove it back and 
forth, keeping it buried well within Ashley?s vagina as he repeatedly drove it in as 
far as it would go. 
Marquist explained, ?Our Ashley is distressed, as you can tell.  Dirk is all the way 
into her pussy, and when he hits bottom, it causes her a dull ache, deep in her 
most feminine parts.   Please continue, Tony, but it is important to soothe our 
volunteer vagina-girl as we don?t want her too hysterical for the rest of your 
explorations.    
Marquist moved behind the girl and cupped her large bare breasts in his hands.    
His fingers caressed Ashley?s tense nipples softly and soothingly.   ?One way to 
ease a girl?s distress at being deeply fucked is to stimulate her breasts, which has 
an admirable calming effect, perhaps because it is associated with nursing a 
baby??
In fact, as her boobs were gentled by the old man, Ashley felt her fear and distress 
abate slightly, and registered the in and out of the object stretching her pussy, 
now with a hint of pleasure in the feeling it engendered.
Marquist observed, ?Dirk is now quite, quite damp, dear Ashley.  You are 
enjoying showing us how your cunt responds to being fucked, are you??  Shame 
washed over the girl at being presented spread-eagled and violated in from of all 
these man.   How much greater her embarrassment would have been had she 
been aware of the delight and crude remarks being made by the observers in the 
other room!?
?Chauce,? Marquist indicated, ?Please take your turn.?   The young man stepped 
up eagerly and was handed the dildo which Tony extracted from Ashley?s pussy, 
which closed gratefully behind the intruder as it was removed from her body, 
leaving nevertheless as was obvious her slit gaping open from its workout.
Tony stepped back and as the next boy stepped up to the open-legged girl, 
handed the artificial penis to him.  Chauce positioned himself inside Ashley?s 
spread legs, so one of her knees rested on his back and she was forced to open her 
legs even further.  One of his hands took hold of her hair and pulled her head 
back as he directed the Dildo towards her crotch.
?Your little pussy is going to open for Dirk, won?t it, Ashley.    You and he are 
already good friends, now let?s see if you can be fast friends.?
Chauce plunged the dildo into Ashley?s open vagina, but only about halfway in 
then quickly withdrew it almost completely.   He started driving it in and out of 
her pussy quickly, at the cadence of a very athletic quick fuck.   Ashley felt the 
penis push against the sensitive front wall of the inside of her vagina, making her 
pubic mound jut upward.   The girl panted quickly outbursts of exclamations 
accompanied the rhythmic pounding her pussy was receiving.  Marquist, still 
caressing Ashley?s full boobs and feeling them shake and shift fluidly, could not 
resist one big turgid, sky-pointing, deep pink nipple, and bowed his head to it, 
sucking into his mouth not only Ashley?s big nipple and the surrounding dark 
pink areola, but also the crest of her soft white breast.   Her tit firmly lodged in 
his mouth, he felt the weight of it shift back and forth across his face as the young 
man pounded her nether parts.
Ashley felt the large rubber penis impaling her.  She couldn?t resist writhing at 
the strong sensation in her core as her vagina was repeatedly opened and 
stretched.   She was ashamed to hear herself making quick mewling sound, and 
reluctantly looking down between her legs, was unable to look away from the 
sight of her feminine and delicate lips repeatedly spreading themselves, her pubic 
mound rising as the intruding object filled and expanded her insides, her cleft 
spreading itself and she was ashamed to notice her little clit bud protruding from 
its tiny demure hood, and protruding visibly.  ?Ohh? ohhh?oooo?.? She 
involuntarily exclaimed.
Getting in one more suck on the bouncing boob, Marquist let it pop wetly from 
his mouth, and instructed, ?Thank you Chauce, that is a very good illustration of 
how Ashley?s cunt will handle a vigorous fucking,  As we saw, the repeated, quick 
and hard penetration leaves Ashley panting and writhing.  And as you can see, 
her cunt is now quite stretched open on its own, none too eager to return to its 
closed, friendless state.?
?And, of course, thank you dear Ashley for so ably demonstrating your little 
cunt?s proper use!?
?And now, young ladies, for the final piece of instruction today, please remove all 
your clothing, except stockings garter belts and heels!    Help Ashley down from 
the stool, please, Ralph.
The girls stood and hesitantly removed their bras and pushed their panties down.  
The boys nearest each took the garments and stared at the nubile naked young 
ladies.   
?This state of dress, so apt for the group punishment session we are about to 
have, will be required of you frequently in my class.   It is called ?elegant nude.?   It 
is to be distinguished from ?absolute nude? in which no garments at all are to be 
worn.    The elegant nude ensemble, with stockings, high-heels, and garter belts, 
ensures that your posture is elongated and feminine, proudly displaying your 
nude bodies to their best advantage,
The three girls stood, each wearing only shoes and stockings and a lacy garter 
belt.   
?Ladies, be so kind as to stand against the blackboard facing us, yes, spread 
yourselves out.  Hands by your sides!   We don?t want you covering yourselves.  It 
is far too late for any false feminine modest about your ripe young bodies.?
Ashley, Katy, and Andrea positioned themselves next to one another at the old, 
wood-framed blackboard.  They could smell the old chalk dust, behind them, 
reminiscent of so many  old-fashioned and strict institutions.   The three naked 
girls glanced nervously up at the boys who were sitting at their desks intently 
staring at the displayed females.  Each naked girl displayed a pair of delicious and 
youthful breasts, soft flat bellies leading down to their exposed pudenda, each 
sporting a different style.   Ashley?s pubic triangle was decorated by a small tuft of 
bush, close cut but with a start of a curl to it.   Her nether lips were prominent 
below it, and her cleft framed a small fold in which her clitoris hid.  Katy?s vulva 
was totally bare, giving her the appearance almost of a little girl, a clean straight 
split between the peach halves of her bare cunt.   Andrea?s nether fashion 
statement was a close cropped strip covering the swell of her mons.
Marquist appeared to ponder, ?What shall we do with the remaining time to be 
most educational?  Ah yes, I have it!?  
Going back to his desk, he retrieved a large open box, of the sort used to store 
pencils or drafting supplies, then took it to the cabinet by the side of the room.  
The girls watched him with worried expressions, as he collected items and put 
them in the box.  He then came over to the blackboard and explained, ?Girls, I 
will hand you two items each, which will serve us for the remained of this lesson, 
and you are to hold them until you are called individually.?  
Marquist stepped in front of Ashley.  He muttered to himself, ?I think pink is a 
good color for you Ashley, take this??  Ashley reached out with her hand and 
found it clasping a long bullet shaped vibrator, colored a metallic pink.  The 
teached also handed her a rubber beach shoe, with a whippy corrugated sole.  
Ashley looked at these with fearful curiosity.
Marquist then gave similar vibrators in green and blue to Andrea and Katy, 
handing Andrea a long, black riding crop, with thick woven handle, a long leather 
covered shaft, and a wide leather loop in the shape of a spade at its end.  Katy was 
given the wide leather strap which had recently been used on Andrea?s posterior.
?As we have explored the various parts of these ladies? female anatomies, there is 
one thing that we have left out, and I think we shall allow all of you girls to help 
us illustrate it.   Namely, having seen these girls sexual parts and some of their 
responses to being manipulated, we move now to the end.   The rear end, in fact, 
if you will allow a little pun.   By which I refer of course to their rear openings and 
the responses that can be elicited from the violation of their backsides, the 
introduction of a firm object into their anuses.
All three girls gasped frightenedly.
?Ladies, go to your desks.  Now, I want you to get on your knees on the seats, and 
lean right over your desks.  This will present your backsides perfectly for our next 
exploration... All the way over, stretch out!  I want your charming bare buttocks 
pointing straight up.?
The girls obeyed, frightenedly, clambering awkwardly over the wooden expanses 
of their desks.  They were painfully aware of how exposed their naked buttocks 
would appear to the boys.    
?Now, young ladies, please hold out your vibrators, and Gentlemen, if you would 
be so kind as to take these from the young ladies?  No need to fret, girls, they will 
soon be returned to you, and employed in the fashion for which they, and your 
tempting rear ends, I may say, were intended.   
Chauce, Tony, and Jack quickly stepped forward to take the proffered vibrators 
from the embarrassed girls.   The girls looked up with trepidation at the old 
teacher, who handed a tube to Chauce, and instructed, ?Gentlemen, please apply 
this lubricant liberally to the items you are holding.  No doubt, the young ladies 
nervousness and fear will make their hind entrances somewhat tight, and we 
must think of their comfort as well.?
The young men took turns anointing the shiny plastic phalluses liberally.   
Marquist continued, ?We shall now proceed to introduce these vibrators into our 
charming young ladies? asses one by one.  As you can imagine they may well 
attempt to resist their penetration, so we will encourage them to relax their 
nether regions by a strong application of each girls? implement across her lower 
buttocks.   You will find that a series of unrelenting, sharp smacks on the lower 
curves of their buttocks will serve admirably in making them accede to the 
penetration of their anuses.   
?Ralph, your part will be to administer the bottom smackings.  
?Jack, please begin with Katy. Apply the lubricant liberally, then please introduce 
Katy?s vibrator into her as Ralph applies the wide leather belt to her posterior to 
encourage her opening herself.
Ralph stepped in front of the girl?s desk and took the wide leather belt from her 
hand.   Katy felt Jack?s hand cup one of her bottom cheeks, and push it sideways, 
then suddenly felt the slick, pointed tip of the vibrator, touch the sensitive ring of 
her anus.   The slight vibration communicated itself directly to her tender ring 
and she felt the tip press down, attempting to push into her.   Her buttocks 
clenched at the intrusion, but as they did, she a fiery, burning, stripe of pain 
coursed through one cheek as the boy standing in front of her thrashed one 
rounded buttock.   She felt her bottom bounce, and then another smack fall 
across her other cheek.   She whimpered and her bottom spasmed, giving the 
lubricated tip of the vibrator an opportunity to press into her and being to open 
up her rear entrance.    She gasped as the boy behind her twirled the vibrator, 
which now inside her anal opening, sank deeper into her, as her backside opened 
to it under another lash from the belt.   
Jack looked down on the enticing sight of Katy?s long, full buttocks, spread wide 
as the girl bent over the desk.   The soft, pinkened mounds of the girls? bottom 
trembled fluidly rippling with the sobs that escaped the girl.   Tears streaked the 
lovely pixie face as the Katy softly wept.  Katy?s puffy vaginal pouch, gaped at the 
rear so the boys could see the entrance to her pink vagina between the fleshy 
lobes of her labia.   Just behind it, her cute, crinkled rear entrance slowly widened 
as Jack pushed the point of the vibrator into the girl.  It resisted for a moment, 
ceding away from the point, then suddenly the tip penetrated her anal rosette, 
and it widened, sliding open on the lubricated intruding object.  The tip entered 
her anus, then Jack pushed harder, and the long cylinder sank into the girl?s 
arsehole, her bottom cheeks vibrating madly with the sensation.   
Though Katy?s rear no longer resisted the entry of the hard object at all, Ralph 
looked quickly at Jack, who smiled and moved his hand up to the very end of the 
vibrator so it would be out of the way of the swipe of the hard leather belt which 
Ralph brought down on the white, tender mounds.   Katy sobbed loudly as Ralph 
strapped her, catching the lower full curves of her bottom.   If anything was nicer 
than the sight of Katy?s long womanly rear being forcibly impaled, it was the wide 
red strap marks that decorated her ass right under the vibrator, deep red on the 
crests, then fading to pink on the sides and middle, a white gap where in the 
crack of her arse where the bright colorful vibe buzzed encased by the girlflesh.
?Unnh? Katy exclaimed as she felt the vibrator sink deeply inside her.   ?Good,? 
intoned the strict disciplinarian, ?now Jack please ensure that our nicely 
skewered young bottom doesn?t become complacent to her penetration.    Turn 
up the vibrations and make sure to push in and out to keep exercising Katy?s little 
asshole.  Twisting the vibrator is also a nice touch.?
Katy felt the boy twist the vibrator embedded deeply in her bottom.   As the shaft 
rotated in her ass, the boy thrusting it in and out slowly, she felt his hand rest on 
her bare bottom, petting her trembling buttocks with frightening familiarity.
Jack leered as his hand caressed the helpless girl?s rounded, thrust out, pinkened 
cheeks.   His hand cupped the hot soft crest of one cheek. His open palm traveled 
to the baby-soft flesh between her ass cheeks.  Katy felt the boy?s unrestrained 
fingers dip lower until they were touching the rear of her vaginal lips.  She 
trembled as the boy placed a finger on each side of the rear of the entrance to her 
vagina, and separated her lips, prodding with a fingertip at the opening rear of 
her vagina.
?And now Chauce, if you?ll do the same for Ashley?s nicely prominent bottom??  
Ralph took the whippy athletic shoe from Ashley.   Chauce took the initiative.  He 
nodded to Ralph, and Ashley felt two smart, hard spanks of the rubber sole across 
her buttocks, a burning sensation suffusing the full nates.    ?Ashley, please grasp 
your bottom cheeks, one in each hand, and pull them apart for me,? ordered the 
boy. Ashley obeyed, and grasped one smarting full cheek in each hand, then 
embarrassedly separated them.   Chauce was not gentle, and Ashley squealed as 
he shoved the vibrating missile hard into her resisting backside.   She felt her rear 
entrance penetrated, and felt it stretch painfully open.   She resisted, and a 
searing blaze of pain suffused the lower, rounded, edge of one of her bottom 
cheeks.    Ashley whimpered, only to feel the rubber sole smack down again on 
the very same tender spot on her ass.   As her bottom trembled with the sting, she 
felt the firm intruder push deeper into her vanquished anus.   The vibrator 
plunged down deep into her unresistingly, but Ralph lashed the trainer?s rubber 
sole against the lower curve of her other cheek anyway.   The intense stinging 
caused her bottom to contract and wriggle, while Chauce thrust the long vibrator 
in and out of the girl?s bottom, plunging in deep, then pulling it out all the way, 
before roughly pushing it into her ass again.
Chauce observed, ?You?re doing a lovely job, Ashley, of welcoming the member 
butt fucking you.  Such a pity that it is hard plastic, and not a hard male cock 
which your soft, round ass can caress and stimulate!
Ralph now moved to where Tony stood next to the upturned Andrea, her broad 
buttocks pointed enticingly heavenwards, framed charmingly by the straps of her 
garters.   Ralph admired Andrea?s full, broad, feminine backside, and with a cruel 
smile, he took the whip from her and said, ?You have a ripe bottom, little girl, 
nice and curvy and prominent.  Just made for a really thorough smacking, 
wouldn?t you say??   Andrea saw the boy lift his arm high in the air and heard the 
whistle of the leather-covered crop as it sliced towards her backside.   The impact 
as the small stiff triangle of leather at the end against the lower curve of one 
cheek made that hemisphere ripple and caused a red welt to immediately bloom 
on Andrea?s pearly white backside.   ?Stick out your bottom, girl!? ordered 
Marquist as Andrea?s hips bucked and she contracted her bottom, tightening and 
flattening her backside?s cheeks against one another.   As Ralph whipped her 
again and again, Tony plunged the last vibrator into Andrea?s asshole and turned 
it up high.
?Gentlemen,? please turn up the vibrators to their full setting.   Let us observe the 
squirming of these nicely reddened asses.  Jack, perceive how naughty Katy is 
attempting to push her vibrator out? " Katy was in fact tilting her girlish hips 
backwards, rounding out and separating her charmingly crimson-capped, 
elongated, bubble cheeks, the flutter of her stinging skin noticeably rippling 
through the deep hued areas where she had been most thoroughly spanked, the 
crests of her cheeks and the broad incurving lower crescents just above her upper 
thighs, as well as the paler skin between these punishment spots?"
"Katy's pushed up bottom is an indication of her attempting to dislodge her rear 
entry visitation, which we cannot allow!  Nevertheless, her position is ideal for 
you to provide a correction to her.  Order her to further push her bottom up, to 
broaden and soften your target, then apply a sharp series of smacks across her 
buttocks with the belt and reposition the vibrator Into her.   The same goes for 
the rest of you gentlemen!? 
Katy had frozen the surreptitious thrusting of her stinging bare bottom when the 
old lecturer had caught her actions and described them, but now felt the boy 
holding her place his hand below her body, cupping the front of her soft, bare 
genitals.  She felt two of the boy's fingers sink into each plush, intimate lip of her 
slit, and his middle finger separate her labia and slide into her slick slit and nestle 
just inside the ring of the entrance to her vagina.  Jack let his finger rhythmically 
shallowly penetrate the girl's warm, pillowy tunnel.
Katy heard him instruct her amusedly, "You want to push your bottom out, little 
one? That is fine with me, but now do it properly! Raise those cheeks well up in 
the air! Stretch it, tilt your disobedient bottom up for the strap! "
Katy felt the hand on her intimate center push her bottom back, and tipped her 
hips back, docilely lifting her bottom.   The vibrator in her tingling and stretched 
rear slid out perceptibly as had been her hope all along.  But the relief from the 
penetration at her anus lasted only a moment as the hand on her cunt hardened 
and supported her middle and she felt the vibrator being slowly but forcibly 
pushed back deep into her.
"Unhh...ah,...ah, ... Ooohhh."  Exclamations whimpered from her as she felt her 
bottom hole being widened further even than before, the buzzing reaching deeper 
into her helpless body.   Katy closed her eyes, tears leaking down her cheek, and 
heard the close, staccato report as her tormentor brought the leather belt arcing 
down onto the exquisitely presented smooth expanse of pale, delicate skin at the 
juncture of the lower curve of her raised backside and the tender rear of her soft 
upper thighs.  The sharp sound seemed to precede by an instant the explosion of 
sharp uncountably many needles of stinging hurt, that carpeted her defenseless 
bare flesh.
All the men, both in the classroom and in the hidden observation room, observed 
with a smile how the helpless young thing's bottom sank under the force of the 
spank, then jumped high, each delectable half-globe wrenching and rippling 
madly to dissipate and spread the force of the belt.  Katy heard a heart-wrenching 
cry forced out of her heaving chest.   The men felt it tighten their already aching 
groins, a jet of pleasure coursing through their penises.  Katy felt the vibrator 
lodged deep inside her, buzzing against her lower front belly.  "You WILL learn 
not to try to push out anything you are told to hold inside your little arse, girl!" 
scolded Jack as he swung the belt again, up and back, pause, aim at the fabulous 
wriggling bottom presented to him, then forcefully thrash it back down, repeating 
the loud smack and its consequent exquisite rippling bottom dance.  He belted 
Katy's now well red-striped posterior another three times, noting how the 
trembling and twisting in her bottom cheeks did not  diminish, though Katy's 
hips did hold still after the first couple of thrashings, the deep pain in her 
backside freezing her frantic hip movements.
In the viewing room, the men smoking cigars and laughing observed as, following 
instructions the boys applied their implements to the soft female buttocks before 
them. Smacks rang out as the belt, crop, and slipper fell repeatedly on jiggling, 
squirming, female bottoms, turning them quickly deep red.   Andrea, the bottom-
girl, after all, fared worst, as both Chauce and Tony each thrashed one buttock.  
The sounds of moans and whimpers mingled in the darkened room with the 
men's chuckles and occasional graphic observations on the punishment being 
meted out. 
The four boys had by now established a rhythm and were applying their various 
implements to the girls' prominent, rounded, and quickly reddening asses.    
Katy felt the seating heat of the wide leather strap smack across the lower curve 
of both of her bottom cheeks, and at the same time, she felt the boy turn the 
vibrator lodged in her tender asshole, and push it back and forth into her.   
Marquist walked up in front of Katy, her bosom bent forward toward him.   She 
felt him grab her hair, in a sheaf, as if making a ponytail, and she struggled to lift 
herself on her knees as he pulled her up by her captive hair.   Her breasts, which 
were flattened against the desk, hung down before her as she supported her 
weight uncomfortably on her knees.  She felt Marquist's hand reach out and 
delicately trace the contours of her bare breast, caressing her tender globe around 
it's lower edge, them cupping a breast and lifting it while squeezing it.   His 
fingers pincered the girl's tender tit and squeezed it hard, pulling outward until 
he had a firm grip on Katy's thick pink nipple which he pinched painfully as he 
stretched it towards him.  Katy felt the twin ache of her nipple being pulled hard, 
the sting of the strap falling on her bare bottom, and the thrusting fullness of the 
vibrator in her bottom. 
Andrea whimpered almost hysterically, her bottom stung so much from the belts 
being wielded by the two boys punishing her.  She implored and begged them to 
wait, to stop, to no avail.   Her bottom cheeks exploded with fire at every stroke of 
the strap, and she squirmed, held in place now by a hand on her hip, now a grip 
on her thigh, then a firm grip on her boob.  
Katy closed her eyes, lulled into a hypnotic quiet by the searing sting repeatedly 
exploding across her naked, reddened bottom.   As her full cheeks acquired a 
bright pink crowning blush at the center of each bottom cheek, the stinging 
merged into a strong sexual signal conveyed directly from her squirming ass 
cheeks to her throbbing pussy.   Each time the belt fell on her buttocks, she felt 
herself moistening between her legs, until, she was ashamed to think, the area 
between her legs must appear to be slick, wet, and shiny.   
?Now that you have secured your young ladies, gentlemen, pinning them down so 
to speak by their nether parts, you won't fail to notice that they are presenting 
their bare genitals to you.   Girls, spread your legs to allow these young men 
access to your pussies!  Gentlemen, just push their thighs apart and if they resist 
apply your spanking implements to their thighs.? 
Smacks rang out as all the girls received swats on their upper rear thighs, in spite 
of the fact that they all had opened their legs obediently at Marquists' command, 
the discomfort in their bottom holes rendering them docile and eager to escape 
further discomfort. ?It seems a pity to let these ladies most intimate femininity 
remain unattended, wouldn't you say.   Please use your hands to massage their 
slits, that's it, push them open and explore those folds.  Yes, I imagine your 
fingers will get sticky from their girl juices, just rub it on their thighs and 
buttocks.  In fact let us see which of the ladies has the most copious secretions.? 
The boys' hands played between the girls' legs freely, splitting their labia and 
pushing them aside, fingers coursing into the three girl's lubricating vaginas.   
The vibrators in their asses and the fingers at their most intimate parts caused 
them to squirm, thighs and buttocks clenching and unclenching. 
Andrea lay still, trembling, her naked bottom in the air.   The boys gave it an 
occasional smack, but were busy at this point manipulating her fleshy lower lips.  
She squirmed as the hard male fingers massaged her genitals roughly, a thumb 
coursing over her rigid little clit, causing her to moan and jump.   The boys 
snickered at this, and now both of them had a hand between her legs, 
indiscriminately pulling her open and groping her moist pussy. 
Tony slid the tips of his fingers back and forth between Andrea's slick pussy lips, 
pinching her inner labia between his thumb and other fingers as he ran them the 
length of her slit and back. "You're enjoying this aren't you, Andrea? You like it 
when boys play with your cunt? That's a good girl, make it nice and slippery for 
us. You're getting our fingers all slippery girl!" Chauce placed a hand on her 
upturned bottom cheek and pulled it sideways, making her vagina gape open.  
She felt his fingers go directly to the rear of her vagina and felt the boy push them 
inside her brusquely, sinking two fingers knuckle deep in her warm, receptive 
girlflesh.  While one boy pulled back and forth on the front of her genitals, 
sheathing and unsheathing her clit repeatedly, the other thrust two, then three, 
fingers quickly in and out of her quivering vagina.  
Chauce relished the soft clinginess of the girl's vagina, its walls enfolding his 
fingers softly and warmly.  He whispered to the whimpering girl, "that will feel 
good on my cock as I fuck you, little one!" Andrea felt the fingers withdraw from 
her, then she felt the boy wipe her slippery moistness on her still smarting, 
sensitive  bottom, before finding her opening once more and resuming their 
invasion into her body.  
The older men in the observation room, snickered delightedly as they watched 
the three girls writhe in discomfort, as their most private parts were toyed with.  
They observed Andrea's body twitch and tremble as two hands worked on her 
cunt.   She was panting and moaning seemingly unaware of anything except her 
tormented genitals.   She seemed not even to register when both boys used their 
free hands to grip and shake one of her prominent, girl-juice slickened, bottom 
cheeks, or to grope and fondle her pendulous full breasts.
Andrea's delirium of shamed stimulation, the pain of her punishments accenting 
the wholesale assault on her anus and cunt, was cut short by a word from 
Marquist, "Tony,Chauce, please content yourself with just using the vibrator for 
now.  We wouldn't want our young lady to orgasm, which she seems very close to 
doing.  She is supposed to be being punished, after all.  At a future date, we may 
all watch her experience that pleasure, if she earns her reward in some manner 
we shall devise.
In the observation room, the older guardians watched as the gazelle-figured Katy, 
freshly and thoroughly punished, obeyed Jack's command and spread her legs 
wide as she placed her feet on her desk's seating area and straightened her legs, 
so she stood on the bench leaning over so her palms and elbows lay on her desk.   
Jack, standing next to her had unfettered access to the area between her legs, and 
ran a hand up and down her soft, trembling inner thighs as the other, pushed the 
vibrator deeper in her rear, then reached for her hairless, pale pink slit where he 
buried his thumb, letting his other fingers caress her soft clitoris and the slick 
folds of tender flesh between her spread outer labia.
At each pulsing opening and closing of his hand, Katy felt the boy's thumb press 
against the front of her insides, causing a streak of sensation to suffuse her belly, 
while a flutter of strokes tormented her burning clit.   The girl's rear thighs 
trembled, and the trembling became even more pronounced, both legs vibrating 
pitifully as Jack began pinching each of her nipples with his free hand, tweaking 
and pulling each dangling breast back and forth.
?Let us bring the class to a close,? intoned Marquist.  Gentlemen, please remove 
the vibrators and hand them back to the girls.   Girls, quick now, take the 
vibrators and come stand here at the board. Face the board.? 
The girls obeyed shuffling forward and standing facing the blackboard, their 
reddened full bottoms contracting with discomfort and pain.   ?Boys, please 
return the young ladies their panties.? 
?Ladies, hold on your panties.  Katy, put on your top, but leave the bra off.  Now 
each of you offer your panties to your handler, as a way of thanking them for 
furthering your education today.    Katy, I think as tit girl, you should also offer 
your bra to Jack.  That's it.  Now please file out to the hall where you will find 
your guardian or parent waiting for you.   Until next time!? 
		Chapter 13. Cards from London 
Ashley, shifted restively in her seat in the orchestra section of the darkened opera 
house.  On stage, the soprano playing Adina was behaving brattily to her admirer 
Nemorino, telling him her love was a fickle thing.   The storyline was funny and 
she was enjoying the music, but Ashley was unaccustomed to the length of an 
opera, and so was having trouble keeping her attention focused on the goings on.  
Instead, she glanced around her and observed the well-dressed patrons seated all 
around her.  Most of the men wore some form of dark suit, many wore tuxedos.  
The women were more colorfully dressed.  Ironically, the young girl observed, the 
older the women were, the more garish the colors they seemed to choose.  
Whereas the dowager a few chairs from her wore a large turquoise brooch on a 
rainbow-hued blouse with a large Hermes scarf around her shoulders, Ashley?s 
dress was a simple and severely elegant black and white.
She?d been shopping for it with her Uncle, who sat next to her attentive to the 
opera.  The dress had was mostly black with a diagonal strip of white off one 
shoulder and across the bodice.  The high rounded neckline was a slash of black, 
suspended from thin black straps gracing Ashley?s shapely shoulders and slim 
arms, and dropping on her side almost precipitously to bare her back to well 
below her shoulder blades.
The dress was short, appropriately for a young woman with as perfect, sheer 
black, stockinged, legs as Ashley?s.  Her black and white Chanel high-heels 
matched her outfit as if they?d been made for it, and her ensemble was completed 
by a double choker of small pearls with a gold clasp.  Ashley?s entire wardrobe at 
home would not have cost as much as her shoes, or even of the expensive 
underwear which her Uncle had purchased for her.
She blushed as she recalled the previous day?s visit to the lingerie store in the 
Kensington High Street, where her Uncle had selected the undergarments she 
was currently wearing as well as many additional items.  The shopgirls had 
appeared unperturbed by her Uncle?s demands that Ashley model each piece for 
him in a private dressing room, but she had caught amused glances passing 
between the girls who assisted them and attended the modeling.
She?d entered the store with a combination of embarrassment at being in so 
feminine an environment while accompanied by her Uncle, coupled with 
excitement at all the beautiful and delicate garments on display.  Even the air had 
seemed perfumed in an intensely heady, feminine way.   The shopgirls, both tall 
and elegant, one black and one redhead with a short bob haircut, had been 
solicitous.  Her Uncle had explained that they were from out of town and needed 
to stock up on ?foundation wear.?
The girls had asked Ashley her measurements.  Edward had explained that he 
considered it best to have Ashley?s measures taken again, as she was a growing 
girl and hadn?t been fitted properly before.  He also asked for a private showing 
room.   They had been led to an elegant small room, where pair of elaborate 
painted, curved wood, upholstered benches were placed before a small dais raised 
about 8 inches off the floor.  Mirrors surrounded this on three sides. Ashley was 
made to stand on this, and asked to remove her dress.  The female assistance had 
hung her dress for her, leaving Ashley in only her blue lace bra and matching 
panties.  While still in her heels, she had stood on the dais as the girl had used a 
tape measure to capture the span between a wealth of different parts of her body, 
rotating her so she could easily reach around her bosom, or down the inseam of 
her legs.  Her Uncle had observed the proceedings with detached interest.
Once her measurements had been taken, Ashley was given a silk robe, and she 
and her Uncle strolled through the store, selecting items.  The assistants noted 
the items and after Ashley and Edward had returned to the fitting room, brought 
these in Ashley?s size.  Edward glanced through them, and handed Ashley a 
variety of items to try on.
First had come a selection of panty and bra sets, for which Ashley had gone 
behind a screen and stripped totally, before putting them on one by one and 
coming back to the dais where she walked and pirouetted for her Uncle.  Edward 
had carefully examined his niece?s appearance in each of the undergarments, how 
one or another panty exposed or covered parts of her girlish buttocks, or how the 
lower seam indented the ripe flesh on the lower curve of her arse cheek.  He 
noted how the different cups supported her youthful breasts, preferring the less 
sturdy bras which allowed the curves of Ashley?s breasts? natural upward tilting 
hang to be seen in profile thus complimenting the ripeness of her full globes.  
While she was modeling one set of elaborate red lace bra and panties, Edward 
asked her to turn, and as she presented her rear to him, he fingered the leg hem 
of the panty experimentally, raising it slightly from her full arse cheek and 
fondling her exposed buttock.  Ashley reacted to this sudden unexpected intimacy 
by pulling away with a quickly muffled squeal.
?Temper, young lady!? exclaimed her Uncle admonishingly. ?Bend over, well 
over, I want to see how your pussy lips appear in this panty.?  Ashley froze, 
blushing and unable to meet the gaze of the shopgirls who tittered in the 
background.  She felt the moment frozen in time, her cheek reddening, and all 
attention focus on her meagerly clad posterior.
Her Uncle stepped in front of the embarrassed girl.  ?You have forgotten how to 
obey, Ashley??  Her uncle took firm hold of her upper arm, and pulled her 
forward from the waist by it, causing Ashley?s bottom to jut out.  ? You?re 
embarrassed to do what you?re told in front of these ladies?  Perhaps we can 
arrange a better audience for you,? he menaced, proprietarily giving her outthrust 
rear a casual but stinging smack.
Turning to the shop-girls, Edward dismissed them, ?Thank you, ladies.  I think 
we will need a moment here to ourselves, with perhaps the help of a more 
participatory audience?  Perhaps you have a male employee who can assist my 
recalcitrant niece??
 The shopgirls exited the room slowly,  giggling nervously at Ashley, who stared 
down at the floor in embarrassment, bent slightly at the waist and clad only in the 
skimpy underwear.  Edward stepped outside the room.  Ashley looked about 
frightened, but could see no escape.  A moment later, Edward returned, 
accompanied by a young man dressed in a doorman?s uniform.  The man was tall 
and dark, and appeared to be of Slavic background.  Edward addressed him and 
the girl, ?James, this is my niece Ashley.  She has shown herself to be reluctant to 
mind her manners in front of the ladies, so I think that a lesson is in order.  She 
always seems less reluctant to do as she?s told in front of men, isn?t that right 
little one?  Yes, she seems to require a dominating presence in order to bring out 
the best in her behavior.?
?Ashley, dear please turn around and show James here what we?re considering 
buying.?  The doorman grinned and watched the lingerie clad beauty hungrily, as 
she turned to him, her eyes timidly downcast.  Her breathing became heavier, 
and the man could hear her panting in fright  as he gazed at her full breasts in 
their lacy red cups, through which he made out the slight darkening of her 
nipples.  His eyes slid down her flat belly down to the red panties gracing her 
hips.
?Turn, Ashley, and bend over,? commanded her Uncle.  The girl turned away 
from the two men, but was unable to bring herself to bend forward as 
commanded.  The doorman took in the heavy hemispheres of her bottom, 
delicately covered with the red lacy panties.  He delighted in the slight trembling 
motion that the girl?s fear imparted to her soft posterior.
?I?m sorry, James,? said Edward, ?my niece often finds it difficult to obey while 
fully dressed.  She seems to behave best only when her clothes start to come off.  I 
don?t know why, but we must work with her nature, don?t you think?  And it 
would seem that even standing in front of her a stranger in only underclothes 
isn?t enough undress to motivate her. 
?Perhaps you would be so kind as to just release her breasts from the cups of her 
brassiere?  Being made to display her nude tits may make her less recalcitrant.  
Don?t take the garment off her, for now, just pluck her breasts out and tuck the 
material below them.?
Ashley gasped as the eager young man approached her.  He grabbed her arm 
roughly, then, with a slow and deliberate movement, tucked his index finger into 
the bra cup on the side of one plump breast.  Running his finger down into the 
cup, he used it to slowly drag the cloth of the cup down the globe of her breast, 
baring the creamy full flesh.  As he did so, he let his palm brush over her plushy 
tit, grazing her hardened nipple.  He varied his technique with the other breast, 
using all the fingertips of his hand to drag the cloth down the front of her other 
breast, letting his fingernails scrape her breast firmly, leaving parallel, thin 
reddened scratches on her now nude breast.   His thumb and index finger 
plucked each of her nipples in turn, yanking on her tit and giving it a little shake, 
to free each breast totally of its covering 
?What a bad girl,? grinned the amused doorman, as he fondled Ashley?s bared 
breasts.  ?Here your Uncle treats you to some nice clothes, and you don?t even 
obey him.  I do think that you deserve punishing for being so thankless.?
Ashley tried to cringe and protect her breasts from the assault of his hands, but 
he grabbed each tit in a strong hand and held her up, ?Stand up!,? he 
commanded, ?stick those naughty tits out.?  He fingers plucked at her engorged 
nipples, pinching her delicate fattened nubbins, stretching them upward and 
forcing the girl to stretch her chest and shoulders upwards.
To Ashley?s surprise, the young man then grabbed both her wrists in one hand, 
and held them behind her back.   He was strong and effortlessly tipped her 
backward slightly, making Ashley thrust out her nude chest at him.  He dipped 
his head and brought his mouth to one breast to roughly flick his tongue over 
Ashley?s nipple.  She whimpered and writhed, but was unable to avoid the man?s 
mouth as the doorman suckled and explored her soft breast delightedly.   Again 
and again, he let his teeth nip at her turgid bud, and used his tongue to wash over 
the white softness of her plump tit.   The girl wriggled to no avail, her wrists 
firmly caught in the man?s grip, as her breast became shiny from his saliva.  He 
concentrated on the one breast, clearly intending to cause as much irritation and 
discomfort to the girl as he could.  He relished using the stubble of his cheeks to 
roughen up the fine white tender skin of Ashley?s defenseless boob, which became 
pink and splotchy under his scraping and sucking.
As he abused her imprisoned tit, the doorman chastised Ashley, ?Are you 
enjoying me sucking your fat boob, girl?  Is that why your nipple is so hard?  It 
wants more, doesn?t it?  That?s right, stick that big nipple up so that I can scrape 
it with my cheek? it likes that? I can tell by the way your tit is bouncing around, 
not to mention how your arse is wiggling.  Harder?  Is that what you need?  Lift 
that boob so I can bite and suck your teats, my little cow!?
Her Uncle beamed approvingly at his nieces? tormentor.  After he was satisfied 
with the results of Ashley?s breast punishment, he addressed the doorman, 
?James, please bring Ashley here to this chair.?  James used his grip on her hands 
to push Ashley over to the chair her Uncle indicated.  ?Kneel on the chair, Ashley, 
facing the chair back.?  James released the girl, who slowly clambered onto the 
chair, resting her front on the upholstery of the chair back.  ?Hold the chair 
cushion, Ashley, I don?t want your hands leaving the chair.?
Now the two men stood behind the girl, as she leaned forward and away from 
them on the chair.  Her body shook charmingly as she softly cried, and the men 
watched her slumped shoulders shake and her soon to be punished bottom 
shiver.
 ?Ashley,? said her Uncle, ?Please assist James to remove his belt, I think I will 
require him to employ it in your correction!?  The man leered at the girl, and, as 
tears crept down her face, she fumbled with the buckle detaching his wide black 
leather belt and then slowly  drawing it from around his waist.  ?Now give me the 
belt, so I can get you acquainted with it, little love,? sneered the doorman.  Ashley 
handed the belt to him, and closed her eyes as he walked behind her.
He observed her outthrust, defenseless and ripe bottom.  Ashley felt the man?s 
hand pat her rump, testing the resilience of her buttock.  ?It would be a pity to 
damage such a fine undergarment, wouldn?t you say Ashley?  Perhaps you would 
be so kind as to pull it down off your bottom??
Ashley reluctantly reached behind her, and slowly and hesitatingly drew her 
panties down over her tender bottom cheeks, baring them to the young man 
standing behind her.  He gazed at the trembling twin white mounds as they were 
fully revealed to him, first one side, then, as Ashley used her other hand, the 
other bottom cheek.  She let the panties hang between her leg, the sides of the 
underwear slightly indenting the outside of her upper thighs from where they 
were suspended.  The men behind her enjoyed the view of her pale buttocks, 
framing the plump mound of her pudendum which peeked out between her 
thighs from behind the dangling panties. 
?Stick out your bottom for your strapping, little slut!? said the doorman, doubling 
the belt in his hand so it formed a long loop.  His palm explored her now naked 
buttocks roughly, jouncing the springy flesh and investigating the curves of her 
bottom as he judged the effect the leather strap would have on the different 
sections of her posterior.  His fingers caressed and pinched her full nether cheeks, 
softly exploring its curves, then curving in with the lower part of her arse to flick 
across the rear bulge of her warm and almost hairless vulva.
The stranger?s hand left her buttocks, and Ashley heard the sound of the belt 
whistling through the air moments before she felt it smack hotly across the widest 
section of her womanly backside, causing the plump buttock to flatten 
momentarily and vibrate hotly.  She cried out and pitched forward, desperately 
thrusting her posterior downwards, away from the belt.  The doorman petted her 
bottom again, feeling the warmth emanating from the wide pink mark left by the 
strap across her cheeks.  Again, the loop came down on her tense backside, this 
time at a diagonal and across a single bottom cheek.  As Ashley jumped from the 
blow, a twin smack brought the strap down on the other cheek.
She cried out.  Her bottom twisted back and forth before the doorman, its cheeks 
bouncing from the effort.  He smiled and shortened his grip on the belt, leaving a 
smaller, more controllable loop dangling from his hand.  His other hand reached 
out and steadied Ashley?s naked bottom by her hip, and he then used the short 
leather loop to strike a repeated tattoo across one quickly reddening cheek of the 
girl?s defenseless backside.  As the leather thwacked her tender globe repeatedly, 
Ashley whimpered, and the doorman smiled at the accompanying ripples and 
bouncing in the pale globes under his hand.
The doorman then released her hip and walked slowly around to her other side.  
From there, he reached out and let his hand glide over the lower curve  of 
Ashley?s breast, pushed up by the bra cup folded below the naked globe.  His 
fingers found her tense nipple, and trapped it between a thumb and forefinger.   
The man squeezed the hardened bud, and pulled it tautly away from the girl?s 
chest and down, forcing her to bend more and thrust out her bottom further.
?I know you want to have your bottom cheeks the same color, don?t you little 
one?? smiled the doorman, ?So I?ll just redden this pale cheek for you??
The belt struck her less punished bottom cheek strongly and Ashley tried to pull 
away, but the finger on her nipple imprisoned her, forcing her to remain still 
while the man used the belt to spank her bottom repeatedly, the pale flesh of her 
buttock quickly reddening to match its already well-spanked twin.
A flash of light from the direction of her Uncle?s seat observing the proceedings 
caught the girl?s attention for a moment, and she looked up to see her Uncle 
taking pictures of her humiliating ordeal with his ever present camera.  The eager 
photographer came closer, and recorded the grimaces of his niece?s expression as 
the belt smacked her arse, as well as capturing the instantaneous distortion of her 
bottom cheeks, as they embraced around the thrashing belt.
When the doorman was satisfied that Ashley?s bottom cheeks showed similar 
degrees of redness, a process which involved him returning to the less recently 
punished half of her bottom for some ?freshening? of its hue, he ordered the girl 
to stick her bottom out further toward him.  She did so, and he reached out and 
pulled the lacy red panties, bunched at her thighs, down to her backs of her 
knees.  A hand on Ashley?s head pushed her down onto the back of the chair, her 
cheek pressing into the plush cloth of the oversized seatback.  Her outthrust 
bottom, in this new bent position, allowed James to examine Ashley?s vaginal 
pouch from where it rested, framed by her rear thighs, and the flushed 
hemispheres of her arse.
His full palm and fingers cupped her pussy from the rear, and Ashley moaned in 
shame and fear as she felt his coarse fingers push through her outer lips and test 
her moist core.  The doorman stepped to her side, and Ashley felt him thrust up 
against her hip with the front of his pants.  She felt him rubbing his erection 
against her flesh while his hands roved over her bottom cheeks, her thighs, and 
her pussy.  He squeezed both buttocks firmly  in his hands, then caressed down 
onto her vagina again, this time forcing a thumb into Ashley?s pussy.
His finger still buried in Ashley?s vagina, the doorman reached under the girl?s 
hip and found the front of her genitals, where he grasped the hood of her clit, 
which he began rubbing up and down.  Ashley?s sensitive cunt was being ravaged 
from both sides, and her resistance to the strong stimulation held only briefly.  
The feeling was not pleasant, but the friction elicited lubrication from her vagina 
which coated the doorman?s fingers, and which he worked into a froth strongly 
finger-fucking the girl, plying in and out the soft flesh of her pussy lips.  As she 
moaned, his thumb left her vagina to apply a few sharp spanks to her buttocks, 
before forcing its way back into her moist vulva.
The frantic girl?s bottom churned.  Suddenly, the man released her, and she felt 
him walk behind her.  One of his hands grasped each buttock firmly, as if they 
were pastry buns, his fingers sinking into her pillowy flesh.   He spread her 
cheeks apart, forcing the plump morsels to separate and bare her asshole.  One 
finger of his swiped through her moist lower lips, collecting the secretions he?d 
caused her to weep and wetting his finger.  She felt his fingertip come to rest on 
her exposed asshole and push.  As she whimpered, his finger separated the tense 
ring, and sank into her reluctantly yielding butthole.   
The sound of his zipper coming down was closely followed by a tense pressure on 
Ashley?s asshole.  For a moment, while the girl grunted in pain, her bottom 
resisted this new indignity, but with a sudden parting, her anus yielded to the 
large phallus, affording his cock a grudging entry into her body.  The man pushed 
hard and his cock slowly sank into the crying girl?s bum, stretching her painfully.  
Her efforts at drawing away from her anal ravisher were countered by James? 
grabbing her hips and using this new purchase to force her bottom to swallow the 
entire length of his phallus.  
Nor, once all the way inside her, was he satisfied with his new position, but slowly 
drew his cock out, her bottom now resisting his movements in the reverse 
direction, her anus pulling at the cock until it released and relaxed mercifully, 
only to be assaulted anew, another entry forced into her bottom, with marginally 
easier access.  Again and again, he violated her arse, each time drawing his cock 
all the way out in a teasing ever broken promise of relinquishing his position 
inside her.
Ashley, exhausted, acquired the stillness of the helpless, her backside a mere 
static target for the man?s thrusts.  This didn?t last long, though, as her lack of 
motion displeased him, and he elicited renewed frantic squirms by striking her 
already well-punished bottom-cheeks roughly and digging his fingernails into her 
reddened flesh. 
Her renewed squirming and squealing finally brought about the effect he?d 
desired, and she felt the cock in her asshole taughten and pulse repeatedly as he 
jetted his semen into her.  Even then he continued thrusting strongly into her, 
until his spasms died down.  Her asshole closed slipperily as he withdrew his 
satiated cock.  Ashley?s eyes were closed, and she whimpered as she felt his warm 
stickiness leak slowly out of her.  She remained motionless, affording a charming 
vista of her ravished, sperm streaked, bottom, as James withdrew from her and 
put himself back in order.
She perceived, as she kneeled frozen in disbelief and shame, that her Uncle 
exchanged a few words with the doorman, and handed him something.  She 
heard the door close as James exited the room.
Her Uncle came up to her and placed a possessive hand on her hip.   His palm 
cupped her reddened buttocks, and his fingers pinched the resilient, bouncy 
flesh., smoothing her stinging posterior.    The shutter clicked, capturing her 
shuddering thighs, the marks on her backside, and the streak of semen trailing 
from her abused asshole.  
?I shall have the other girls come in and help you get cleaned up,  Ashley, and 
then I want you dressed and ready to go.   I believe we?ve gotten what we needed 
here!?
Nemorino and Adina exchanged protestations of love amidst glorious music, 
ending the final act of L?Elisir D?amore.  The house lights came up, and the 
singers took their bows.   Ashley had enjoyed the melodic and comedic opera 
quite a bit, and came to her feet along with many of those seated nearby to give 
the singers an ovation.  She smiled happily.  Her Uncle observed the comely 
young woman, enjoying the sight of her pleasure in the spectacle to which he?d 
introduced her.  
He was also gratified at Ashley?s ability to put the ordeals of the day behind her, 
so to speak.   The fact that she was of such good cheer now, forgetting her anal 
ravishing and punishment earlier in the day, Edward reasoned to himself, meant 
that Ashley was becoming accustomed to being used sexually, learning to submit 
decorously to her sexual castigations, while being able to bounce back.  All this 
was very positive in his mind, as it would allow him to incur into further and 
more extreme adventures with his step-niece, without risking her overreacting or 
rebelling against him.  Not to mention, he smiled to himself, the pleasure it was 
to see the girl laughing and smiling.  Though, he admitted to himself, there was a 
similar or even greater pleasure in seeing her crying in torment too!
Edward rose and placed his hand gently on Ashley?s arm, guiding her out into the 
aisle of the theater, joining the outflow of the crowd which disgorged into the 
foyer and then out the large gilt doors into the square.  He helped her to secure 
the lush fur wrap which he had bought her, which framed her dark hair and 
pretty face with a softening chestnut aura.   Bundled up against the cold, Ashley 
lent into his supporting arm, and let herself be led to the car park, where the 
opulent Jag lay waiting.  
Once in the car and underway, Edward turned toward Ashley.  
?Ashley, you seemed to enjoy the opera?  Are you tired??
Ashley, excited by the events of the evening, and not overly eager to return to the 
hotel for what might turn out to be a private session with her uncle, responded, 

?Oh, no, uncle.  It isn?t very late at all, and I?m not tired!?
?Very well, Ashley,? said Edward,  ?perhaps then we should stop off at my club.  
I?m sure I could use a drink and some entertainment as well, and perhaps we can 
use the occasion to edify you in the minutiae of fine Single Malts, what do you 
say??
?Oh yes, uncle, that sounds wonderful!? responded Ashley, loosening the fur 
slightly as the car?s heater worked away the chill of the outside air.  Edward 
maneuvered the plush vehicle across town, into an older area off Piccadilly where 
the streets became smaller, darker, and narrower.   Picking up his car phone, he 
placed a call.  Ashley heard him arranging for their arrival, and placing an order 
for food.   Soon after, they pulled up outside an old townhouse, twin carriage 
lamps flanking its stately oaken door.  As Edward engaged the brake of the car, a 
tall man dressed in an anachronistic coachman?s cape mounted to the sidewalk 
from the stair below the entrance.  Approaching the Jag, he held open Ashley?s 
door, assisting her descent from the car, then came around to the driver?s side 
where he took Edward?s keys and drove off in the car.  Edward placed an 
avuncular arm around his niece and walked her up the quarter flight of stone 
steps to the impressive entrance where he rang a small brass bell set into a 
glowing brass ring.  Under the bell, Ashley read the script on a small shiny plaque 
inscribed  ?Private Club.  Members only.?
The door was opened by a stiff postured, formally dressed, butler, who greeted 
her Uncle by name, and took their coats as they entered the dark paneled, 
graciously appointed entryway of what had clearly been a grand private 
townhome, now the seat of some sort of very British, Ashley thought, gentlemen?s 
club.  Wood paneling everywhere glowed in the light of golden hued lamps.  The 
entire establishment had a comfortable lack of bright lights, which romanticized 
the many paintings on the walls.  The furniture was all wood and leather, and 
large oriental carpets covered most of the dark oak paneled floors.
To Ashley?s mind, the ambience was that of an old and exclusive club, where the 
privileges of money had not been changed by the democratization of society 
outside the ancient doors.  She also had a strong sensation that the club was not 
the sort of place where anyone so young nor so female as herself usually 
frequented.  She turned to her Uncle curiously, and saw that he was watching her 
bemusedly.
?Come with me, Ashley, let?s find a drawing room,? commented her Uncle, 
leading the girl through a large common area room, strewn with many large, 
deep, leather chairs, and old dark wooden coffee table piled high with journals, 
magazines, and newspapers.  A large unlit fireplace, with impressively heavy 
andirons standing by it, occupied a goodly part of one paneled wall.  She followed 
Edward through a double wide doorway, through a bar room and down a 
corridor.  Her Uncle opened a door from the corridor, and held it open for Ashley 
to enter a room.  Inside, a bar graced one wall, and the middle of the room was 
occupied by a number of the same overstuffed leather chairs Ashley had observed 
in the reading room.  A card table with more upright seating occupied the middle 
of the room, and along the wall farthest from the door, was a large buttoned 
leather sofa and matching ottoman.  
The fireplace in this study was much smaller than the one in the main room, but 
it was lit, two small logs burning in it noisily.  Edward brought one of the 
cardtable chairs next to one of the comfortable large chairs, and sitting in the 
latter, indicated to his niece to sit nearby him on the more upright chair.  Ashley 
lowered herself onto the chair, in three-quarter profile to her Uncle.  
At this moment, the butler who had let them in arrived, pushing open the door 
and wheeling in a small cart bearing a tray of plates, cutlery, and food as well as a 
variety of bottles and glasses.  He brought this to the bar along one wall, and 
transferred to the contents to the long slab of wood.  Edward went to the the 
butler, and exchanged a few comments with him, which Ashley was unable to 
overhear.  Edward took a small plate and started placing some of the delicacies 
from the bar on it, then poured two tumblers of liquor.  He carried them over to 
the card table next to Ashley and placed them on it.  
An assortment of crackers with cheese, small sandwiches, sections of sausage, 
and stuffed leaves of radicchio occupied the plate, and Edward encouraged 
Ashley to try some of these.  He took a couple of crackers and placed them on a 
serviette, then carried that and the tumbler of Scotch with him, as he sat down 
once more in the deep chair. 
Ashley relaxed as she drank the excellent single-malt and her Uncle discoursed 
on the merits of the beverage.  At first, the peaty flavor of the Scotch was not to 
her liking, but her Uncle introduced her to the more mellow exemplars of single 
malt.  She quickly went through small tastes of Laphroiag, which she didn?t care 
for at all, on to Dalwhinney, Glenmorran, and Lagavulin.  The crackers and 
cheese she nibbled at only partly counteracted the alcoholic effect, which was 
making Ashley giggle and slump relaxedly in her chair.  
Her Uncle was also enjoying himself, and getting somewhat tipsy as well.  The 
warmth of the room suffused their cheeks, and they laughed easily together.  In 
spite of the trials she?d had to bear at the dressmakers, the past few days in 
London had been quite fun for Ashley, and she felt, thanks to the alcohol, 
somewhat giddy.
Perhaps it was the Scotch, perhaps the effect of her overstimulated young 
woman?s hormones, but during one of the long languid and relaxed silences she 
shared with her Uncle, Ashley, without premeditation and for the first time in her 
interaction with him, prodded her Uncle to action.  Later, she would recall this 
moment as the first in which she realized that she was emotionally and 
psychologically involved in the amazing transformation her Uncle was 
orchestrating from na?ve and innocent young lady, into a willing and compliant, 
but sexually powerful woman holding men in thrall to her strong sexual nature.
?Uncle,? she began tentatively, ?are you pleased with my behaviour?  I do feel like 
I am improving and I hope you think that I have.  I would like to? be good? and 
do what I?m told.  I? I? know you?re helping me to improve, and I just, I mean, I 
want to ?do what you tell me to.?
Ashley blushed deeply and looked down.
Edward, somewhat tipsy and slumped slightly in the overstuffed chair, smiled to 
himself.  Splendid, he thought.  The girl was prompting him now!  He?d so 
established in her mind her subservience and her role as a subservient sex toy, 
that when a half day passed without requiring anything of her, she would push 
him to continue!  Well, he?d have to take advantage of this.   But, as this evening 
Ashley seemed to be a willing participant, he?d have to vary the tone.  
?Yes,? responded her Uncle languidly, ?I think you have made great progress, 
Ashley.  You are now a much more responsible and obedient girl than when you 
first came to me.  I would go so far as to say that you are becoming more and 
more a woman, and I am mostly quite pleased with you.  You have a ways to go, 
certainly, and it will be my pleasure to lead you there, but you are making great 
progress.  Why your very posture and carriage are a testament to how much 
you?ve changed!  
?Why don?t you stand up, here, yes, in front of me and let me look at your 
bearing.  That?s wonderful.  Very nice, perhaps you could take off the scarf.  Now 
turn for me and let me look at you lovely figure.?
Ashley stood, just the slightest bit unsteady on her delicate and elegant high-
heels from the effects of the Scotch she?d been drinking.  Her Uncle observed the 
well-groomed girl in front of him.  
?Think, Ashley, how you?ve changed in the short time you?ve been here.  From the 
slovenly slattern you appeared you have become quite a lady!  I hope you are 
proud of your progress.   It has not been an easy transition, and I am sure that 
you will require firm guidance in its continuation, but we can be proud of how far 
you?ve come.  
?In fact, tonight, I think we will reward you a bit for your good work, even if it will 
require some effort on your part to earn the reward.   Will you obey, and make the 
effort that I will ask of you, Ashley?  Do you intend to be a good girl this evening?  
The pleasures that you?ve tasted until now tonight will continue, if you are 
amenable.?
Ashley, was unsure what her Uncle had in mind, but entering this strange new 
ground where she was a willing participant in whatever adventure he had in 
mind, made her heart beat faster, and the blood suffused her cheeks.
?Yes, Uncle,? she softly responded, ?you know what?s best for me.?
Edward smiled, and went to the door.  He pulled a cord by the door.  Shortly after 
the butler knocked and entered.  Edward referred himself to the servant, ?Clyve, 
please take Miss Ashley into a room where you may assist her to hang up her 
pretty clothes, and help her to put on the items she will find in the box I left with 
you earlier this evening? Thank you. 
?Ashley, please follow Clyve, and I would appreciate very much if you would 
change into the clothes I have brought for you,  which will be more appropriate 
for our subsequent activities.  Clyve is an expert in the fitting of such items, and 
will help you with them.?
The Butler turned away and headed towards the door, and Ashley nervously 
followed his stiff steps.  He stood and opened the door for her and she stepped 
out into the corridor.  Wordlessly, he picked up a large elegantly wrapped box 
which Ashley recognized came from the shop they?d been to earlier, and led her 
down the hall from where her Uncle waited for her.
Holding open a door, the butler ushered her into a the small room, evidently a 
sort of expanded cloak room, containing one overstuffed chair, a small sofa, a 
small boudoir table with a large mirror above it, and a coat closet.  Placing the 
package on the table, the butler opened the ribbons and lifted the top off it.  He 
parted the delicate tissue wrapping inside, and Ashley observed a beautiful 
bundle of black ribbon and lace nestled in an erotic tangle in the lavender tissue .  
Clyve began removing the garments from the box and laying them out.  Ashley 
turned away, embarrassed that this stranger should be aware that she would soon 
be modeling such provocative intimate apparel for her Uncle.  
Clyve turned to the girl, and said, ?Miss, please remove all your clothes and I will 
hang them for you, then I will assist you in fitting these garments, as per your 
Uncle?s instructions.   Do not be shy, miss, in my work I am often called on to 
assist with young ladies? educations, and your fine, ripe, femininity makes it that 
much more pleasurable work for me.?
Ashley demurely started reach for the buttons behind her dress but Clyve 
approached her and deftly and carefully undid the buttons, baring even more of 
her back.  He then slid the straps off her rounded pale shoulders, and bade her 
step out of the dress.  Ashley did so, and stood confusedly in her lacy panties and 
half bra while the butler hung her dress.  He returned and said, ?Now, please take 
off all the rest of your clothes, young lady, including your shoes.  You need to be 
totally naked.?  In a matter of minutes she was, and the butler watched her shield 
her pudendum with her hands, but she was sharply admonished and made to put 
her hands at her sides, baring her light fleece to the man?s gaze.  
 ?Please turn around for me, miss,? instructed the butler, ?your prominent breasts 
and full buttocks will be well complemented by your new outfit, young lady.  But 
first, I think we need to make some minor make-up adjustments.  Your nipples 
for example, are nice and fat, but they are perhaps a shade too dark for the color 
of the bodice you will be wearing.  Perhaps a bit of powder there is indicated?  
Please step over to this mirror.?
Ashley walked naked to the mirror and watched in it as the butler reached into 
the boudoir and came out with a box of make-up.  Pulling out a stiff brush, the 
butler came up to Ashley and started flicking her nipple with it.   Her dark, large 
areola responded by tightening, and becoming slightly glistened by the 
moisturizing cream on the brush.  Her other nipple came under the same 
treatment.  Clyve observed them, then put down the brush and delicately but 
firmly grabbed one of her nipples in each hand and gave it a tug, causing the nude 
girl to flinch and gasp.   He then loaded a circular powder puff with a pale powder 
and lightened her areolas slightly with it.  He dabbed the same puff over her large 
breasts, as well, delicately blending the pale color on her bosom.
?Turn around, young lady!? he ordered, ?and bend over, elbows on the table.?
Ashley turned and bent over the table, supporting herself on her elbows.  Her 
breasts grazed the tabletop, and the butler could not resist reaching below them 
and caressing the pendant, heavy underside of her heavy teats.
?Best to moisturize the skin to ensure elasticity where there is likely to be some 
chafing, miss,? the butler said, opening a jar of light cream on the boudoir.  He 
dipped a hand in it, and then his hand came back to the undersides of her breasts, 
this time sliding the soft lotion on her flesh, his fingers working the moisture into 
her breasts, plying the bouncy flesh of her tits.  Her glistening breasts swung back 
and forth as he massaged them, swaying slickly over the wooden tabletop.  Ashley 
observed herself bent over towards the mirror, her breasts bulging and swinging 
as the man?s fingers clutched and manipulated the soft heavy globes.
After thoroughly working her breasts, she observed in the mirror that he took a 
handful of the cream and she felt the butler?s moist hand apply the lotion to her 
naked posterior.  He freely explored her out-thrust bottom, working the lotion 
into her bare rounded cheeks, then dipping between them into the cleft of her 
bottom.  Ashley tried to lift herself up in surprise when she felt the butler?s hand 
first introduce itself between her bottomcheeks, but his other hand gruffly 
pushed her head back down and she quieted and submitted to his groping.  
His hand, freshly apportioned of lotion, then came down on her inner thighs, 
which she parted in response to the pressure of his palms pushing her thighs 
apart, and he worked the lotion into her inner thighs, making his way leisurely 
but surely up to her vaginal lips.  Ashley felt the man?s hand slide over her cleft 
between her parted legs and massage it with the lotion.  More lotion followed and 
his hand expertly worked at her moistening genitals, his fingers strongly 
kneading the front of her nearly hairless mount and her sensitive clitoris.  Ashley 
closed her eyes as the sensation grew, and moaned softly when the other man?s 
hand joined the first on her genitals, this one approaching her cunt from the rear 
and pulling her cunt lips apart to stroke the widening opening there.  She felt her 
legs tremble slightly as the stranger stimulated her expertly.
As quickly as he?d started though, the butler stopped his ministrations, and bade 
her stand up.  He then proceeded to help her dress.
Edward sits in the overstuffed leather chair, quietly smiling to himself.  He?s 
looking forward to his nieces? return eagerly.   A small, contented smile plays at 
his lips.   He sips his scotch.
At last, a knock at the door signals Clyve?s return.
?Come,? intones Edward, and the door is opened.   Clyve holds open the door, 
and Ashley steps into the room, eyes demurely downcast.   She walks in slowly, 
her pace slowed and her elegance enhanced by the precariously high heels she is 
wearing.   
?Come in, little one,? Edward tells her, then directs her with his gaze to walk over 
towards him.  Ashley, by now accustomed to her role, naturally stops at the 
center of the large Persian rug as if on display.   She clasps her hands before her, 
and glances up nervously at her uncle, her cheeks suffusing with color as she feels 
his gaze rake over her.
Her hair has been meticulously combed to a lustrous sheen, and falls around her 
face in a flat, chestnut mane, accented by a white lace bow attached to a skein of 
her hair in the rear.  Clyve has expertly applied cosmetics to her lovely face, her 
eyes widened and tinted green, her lips a deep pale pink.   
Ashley is a vision in frothy white.   She wears a lace corset which pushes up her 
youthful, full breasts.   The lace frames the large, round boobs, affording an only 
minimally obscured view of her wide, dark nipples, under the stretched lacy 
materials.   
She ambles in, eyes downcast, obedient.   Edward observes her, and is aware that 
she?s given herself up to obeying for this evening.   
She steps in, her long legs encased in beautiful white stocking, with bows at the 
lace tops at her thighs.  Wide white straps attach to the tops of her sheer white 
stockings, and travel up the front of her taut upper thighs, then at the top 
juncture of her leg, slide under a satin, frilly edged panty, with narrow sides over 
on her jutting hip.  It is low cut and the straps re-emerge a few inches higher from 
her panties and travel up her flat belly to the lacy bottom edge of her corset. 
As she walks slowly towards her uncle, he gazes contentedly at her crotch, where 
the satin has conformed itself and delineates her pussy lips clearly.  The narrow 
dark fold as the panties split her vulva sways softly as she transfers her weight 
carefully from one leg to another, balancing precariously on her high-heels.
Her shoes are a platform with a 10 centimeter heel, and a simple set of double 
narrow white straps which cross over her delicate feet and travel up her ankle, 
each wrapping it twice then clasp at the side of her lower calf.   A small, soft bow 
matches the bows on her stockings.
Her Uncle observes her walk towards him then stop meekly a meter away from 
his chair.   ?You look very charming, dear niece,? he says, ?like a present I shall 
enjoy unwrapping slowly over the course of this evening.?
Ashley blushes, and then in response to her Uncle?s signal, turns slowly around to 
afford him a rear view of her body encased in its sexy package.   
Edward?s gaze travels down from her shiny auburn mane and its gracenote bow, 
to the hard cut edge of her hair just above her naked white shoulders.    Her back 
is slim and narrow, and Edward smiles at the sideways bulge of the girl?s full 
breasts beyond the silhouette of her back.  The corset swoops down so most of 
her back is naked, save for the three buttons holding it closed.   Ashley?s lower 
back swells, its twin dimples winking above the start of her hips and buttocks.    
In the rear, the satin panties the girl wears also cling to her bottom cheeks, but 
are made to be more translucent than the front of the underpants, and are almost 
transparently gauzy, so that Ashley?s bottom cheeks are quite visible.
 Edward stands up and indicates to the girl that she approach him.   Ashley walks 
up close to her Uncle.  Even in her heels he is still a head taller than she, and she 
feels the heat radiate from him.  He is wearing only full length, blue silk dressing 
gown, and she suspects he has nothing underneath, as the erection she knows she 
has elicited from him, tents his garment unconstrainedly.
His hand reaches familiarly out to cup the lower curves of both her bottom cheeks 
over her panties.  Ashley feels the tip of his silk covered penis touch her outer 
thigh softly and then push against her creamy flesh.    The hand on her bottom 
squeezed her rear softly and possessively.   
?Tonight, Ashley, we?re going to make substantial progress in your education,? 
intones Edward, while his hand palms and kneads her buttock.  ?You are 
becoming better educated and your training is clearly improving your disposition 
and your behavior.  As such, it is more incumbent on you to be able to show your 
gratitude and appreciation for what you?re receiving.?
?Now the need to humiliate and punish you using your sexual timidity is certainly 
something that has an effect on the gentlemen who are assisting you so kindly in 
your need to make progress and it is time for you to learn how to thank them 
appropriately.   The best way to do this, given the state of arousal that educating a 
willful but sexy girl like you is bound to engender in myself and the other men I 
required to further your progress are naturally made to feel, is for you to attend 
to their penises.  Do you not agree that that is appropriate, Ashley, that you 
should be offering to reward them by providing their penises with the pleasures 
you can give them??
The girl blushes fiercely, aware of her Uncle?s member pressing against her thigh 
and its role in the discussion.  She knows that during the course of the evening, 
she will be coming into much more intimate knowledge of it.  She doesn?t 
respond.
?Now, Ashley, this shyness will not do!? intones her Uncle, ?I want to hear you 
give me the correct responses this evening, so I think some encouragement is in 
order.
?Please push your panties down to your thighs, uncover your pussy and bottom!?
Ashley shudders at her Uncle?s command to display her naked midriff, but obeys 
slowly.   She reaches to her waist and slips her fingers in the side of her delicate 
white panties, then slowly glides them down her smooth hips and belly.  Her 
jutting bottom cheeks reveal themselves, glowing pale and full in the light, and in 
front her delicate pussy mound gleams warmly.    She stands, panting, her entire 
midriff bare and naked, next to the man who has control over her pubescent 
body.   Her Uncle?s hand comes up softly, and the girl closes her eyes in shame 
momentarily.  Ashley feels his palm gently cup her soft pudendum possessively, 
his finger resting lightly on her bare cunt lips, the pad of a fingertip against her 
the little swell of her bare clitoris.   A slight pressure on her turgid clit causes her 
bottom to push backward and thrust out further.
Edward brings his hand back slightly and, aiming for the very crest of the cheek 
of Ashley?s bottom further from him, slaps it down against her bottom with a soft 
sharp smack.    The smack smarts more than hurts, and Edward follows it with 
another spank to the bare near cheek of his niece?s womanly rump.  His hand 
cups the recently spanked girl-flesh.
?What is your response, girl?? he chides.
?Yes,?sir.? Ashley tries.  Edward expects more from her, wanting to hear her 
describe the lascivious actions he will force his niece into.   ?I want to hear full 
answers to my questions, little one!? he warns.   For her briefness, her bottom 
receives another pair of warming spanks, centered exactly on the crests of their 
already pink bulges.   Her hips shimmy with the stinging of her bottom, and 
Edward observes the delightful tremors passing through her full, rounded, 
exposed backside.  She hesitates.   Again her Uncle?s hand spanks her bottom.
?I need to, to give them pleasure,?.? Edward gives her an encouraging caress 
across her  warm naked bottom. ?..to, make their penises  feel good!? blurts the 
girl.  SMACK? She jumps, and repeats quickly, ? I need to take care of their 
penises!?  Eduard?s hand squeezes the delicious morsels of the submissive girls? 
bottom cheeks, then gives her another smart slap.
?Very good, Ashley,? her Uncle praises, his hand smoothing to pinkened flesh on 
Ashley?s naked bottom, ?you see how sage a judicious smacking of your bottom 
can help you to become??  ?As you say, pleasuring their penises is a duty you will 
have to apply yourself to assiduously, and practice, my dear, is the key to 
perfecting any skill, so we shall make sure that you get extensive practice with 
men?s organs.?
?In fact, no time like the moment, no?   So, let?s get started, Ashley??  Edward?s 
hand cups and squeezes each of his niece?s naked bottomcheeks, and he orders 
?Place your hand on my cock, next to you, softly hold it.? 
Ashley looks down nervously at the protruding bulge in her Uncle?s silk gown.  
She obediently reaches out, and displaying a natural gentleness encompasses the 
silk encased member with her hand.  
?Hold the head of my cock,? orders her Uncle sternly, and she slides her hand up 
until it cups the wide head of his penis which she can feel distinctly through the 
thin material.   
?Ashley, you need to maintain a gentle rhythm on that cock, you understand, 
regardless of everything else!?  Ashley caresses the hard penis with her hand.   
She closes her slim delicate fingers over the silk sheathed, plump, springy, wide 
head of her Uncle?s penis, and gently opens and closes her fingers over it.   The 
silk slides over the silky head, bunching at its tip as she tightens her fingers, and 
then stretches out to cover and sheath his cockhead as she opens her fist and lets 
it slide down off his glans and ring the shaft just below.   Her fingers  feel the silk 
start to evidence the moisture she?s causing her Uncle to leak onto her 
ministering hand.  Back and forth her hand moves excruciatingly slowly, 
bunching and tightening the cloth over the twitching member.   Edward watches 
her delicate hand outline his plum-shaped, silk encased glans.
Ashley wonders for a moment what he mean by ?ignoring everything else? but is 
soon enlightened as she feels his hand on her neck, pushing her to lean forward 
and making her naked bottom jut out behind her, her panties hanging prettily at 
her trim, pale thighs.   She feels his hands both grip her bottom cheeks and start 
to fondle her arse clenching her cheeks powerfully in his grip.   She shudders but 
concentrates on maintaining the rhythm of her hand.  
?That?s right, little one,? her Uncle intones, ?masturbate my cock well, while I 
attend to this rounded little bottom of yours.?    Ashley strokes his cock tenderly, 
and feels her Uncle tug her bottomcheeks into position for another smacking she 
knows is coming.  She mewls as his hand begins a strong staccato smacking of her 
tender, rounded, exposed backside.   
Edward gazes down at his niece, her eyes closed and her delicious face twisted 
with the conflicting emotions her body is giving her, humiliation and pain, and 
pleasure of the most prolonged and delayed nature.   She intently jerks his cock, 
increasing the sharpness of her movements as his hand delivers another crisp 
smack to her womanly backside, and his fingers delve between her legs to pull at 
the soft, slightly scratchy skin of her nether lips.   Caressing her complex folds 
back and forth, he observes her womanly cavity stretching open and closed with 
each stroke of his fingers through her vulva.  He repeats the motion, going back 
and forth tugging at her puffy cunt lips until her bottom and thighs quiver with 
excitement.
Ashley can?t help but raise her bottom to her Uncle?s expert ministrations, 
standing on tiptoe in her high, white heels, giving him closer access to her 
backside and cunt.  His fingers slide through her moist lips, flicking her little clit 
and making the girl bounce, her lithe calf muscles tensing.
But Edward has much more lasting plans for his niece, and after sending his 
thumb on a final foray knuckle deep into the very rear of Ashley?s slickened cunt, 
steps away from his niece.   Her hand parts with the cock she?s been masturbating 
with reluctance.
?Stand up and pull up your panties,? Edward chides.  ?I must say, your bottom 
and cunt are wanton, aren?t they little slut?  Writhing under their spanking and 
positively begging for more.  Well, we shall see about this.?   
Ashley reaches shyly down and grasps the soft white panties, then pulls them up, 
feeling the heat of her spanked bottom and the moistness of her well manipulated 
pussy become encased in the delicate silk.   For a moment, she feels shame and 
sadness at covering herself, making her pulsing pussy less accessible to her 
tormentor.
Edward sits in the deep chair, and pulls his robe aside.  Ashley tries to not look, 
but her gaze takes in peripherally her Uncle?s bared phallus, large and eager 
twitching and reddened.  She watches it intently as if it were a snake which could 
biter her.  The shaft is not long, but very wide, and the head of her uncle?s cock 
looks positively huge to the inexperienced girl.  In fact, Edward?s cockhead is 
uncommonly wide, almost the size of a plum and more than makes up or his 
member?s modest length.
?Ashley come over and sit facing me straddling my legs.?  She walk over, a vision 
in frothy lace, then opens her legs to bookend his as she sits on his thighs facing 
him.    
He indicates his cock with his gaze, pointing straight at the lingerie clad girl, and 
she obediently takes the now naked cock in her hands, using both hands to 
exquisitely caress the shaft repeatedly, then running her right hand over the 
swollen tip, back down to his shaft, back and forth sweetly. 
Ashley?s hand glides back and forth over her Uncle?s penis, collecting the wet, 
stickiness on her fingers as they delicately play over his engorged member, her 
fingers caressing the plump, slick head dutifully.  She straddles his legs bending 
forward to minister to his organ, her lace encased breasts suspended in the 
filigreed white material of her brassiere.   
As she delicately masturbates his uncle, Edward?s gaze rises over Ashley?s soft 
stockinged legs, over her flat soft belly and to her plump tits, hanging before him.    
?A girl with big sensitive tits, like you, Ashley,? he intones caressing the inner 
curve of her cleavage, ?needs attention there, doesn?t she??   Ashley?s breathing 
comes with greater difficulty, but she doesn?t say anything, blushing as she 
continues to rub Edwards cock.
?Sit on my thighs, Ashley, legs spread apart,? Edward instructs the girl.  She 
dutifully, lowers herself, letting her pretty, panty-clad bottom down on his naked 
thighs.  Edward feels the warmth of the girl?s thighs and the slickness of her 
stockings against his thighs.    
?Now, Ashley, a good girl needs to know how to stroke a cock well.   I want you to 
reach below my balls with one hand and cradle them and, ever so gently, stroke 
my scrotum.?
Ashley?s hand follows her Uncle?s instructions, cupping his balls, while her other 
hand holds his shaft in her fist and slowly pumps it back and forth.  
?That?s right, young lady.  Now don?t let yourself get distracted!?  So saying 
Edward places his hands on the outside swell of each of Ashley?s large white lace 
covered tits, and strokes their sides, following the contours of the underwire of 
her bustiere.
?A plump, young pair of breasts like yours Ashley,? intones her Uncle, as his palm 
traces the contour of the heavy white lace cups over Ashley?s full breasts, ?are 
going to naturally be the focus of attention for your teachers, and you?ll have to 
learn to offer them up like an obedient girl.? 
?Like this, little niece,? Edward instructs, ?pull your shoulders back to thrust your 
breasts out and offer them up properly.?  Ashley, draws her shoulder back, 
causing her breasts to rise toward her Uncle, who appreciatively uses one hand to 
trace the inner line of her naked boob down into the inside of one of the bra cups, 
running one then all his fingers down into her bra, and caressing her naked 
breast.
Ashley watches riveted to the spectacle as Edward repeats the motion on her 
other breast, running his fingers over her springy full flesh, avoiding for now 
contact with her hardened nipple.    
?Now little one,? Edward warns sternly, ?you?re not to cease your care of my 
penis!  That would be unappreciative of the attention that I?m paying to your 
education, woudn?t it??
Ashley pants softly as she feels Edwards hand gently lift one of her boobs in its 
lacey cup, freely playing with her submissively proffered tit.  ?Yes, ? sir,? she 
mumbles, her hands resuming the rhythmic motion on the throbbing erection 
moistening her fingers while her other hand cups and delicately massages her 
uncle?s testicles.  She is amazed at the softness and gentle weight of his balls, 
their slight dampness and how they fill her palm perfectly.
Her Uncle?s hands cup both breasts now, delicately, feeling their substantial heft, 
weighing them in his hands.   His thumbs find her large hardened nipples, and 
start to rub back and forth over her nubs.  Ashley squirms as she feels her nipples 
being stimulated by her Uncle?s fingers through the lace of her bra.  ?Ooooohhhh? 
Ashley moans, and involuntarily pulls her shoulders back thrusting her tits 
forward for more.  The pace with which she masturbates her Uncle?s erection 
increases, as his fingers find and grasp one of her turgid, stimulated nipples and 
roll it between his thumb and forefinger.
?Now Ashley,? continues her Uncle, increasing the pressure with which he holds 
her large, captive, lace covered nipple.   ?Keep a constant, slow pace on that cock.  
You are to stimulate it so as to prolong its pleasure, and let the testicles build up a 
large supply of fluid.    You are to strive to make your teacher?s secretions as 
copious as possible, so that you may be sprayed down by them later.  A girl?s 
reward for pleasing her teacher is when she receives his bath of sperm, whether 
on your breasts,? accompanying his words by his other hand reaching out to 
grasp Ashley?s to now unmolested other breast, ?or on your naked buttocks well-
smacked and warmed in preparation, or in your vagina, or between those 
pinkened lips deep into your throat.   Today, my dear niece, we will definitely be 
concentrating on that plump mouth of yours, so you are to continue your 
ministrations to ensure a plentiful supply of sperm for you to swallow, do you 
understand??
Edward looks down at the girls hands gently ministering to his hardened cock, 
her stockinged legs straddling his, wide open, the brief panties stretched wide 
over her clearly delineated pussy lips.
?Now, I think it is time to offer your naked breasts, Ashley, please lower your bra 
straps onto your arms.?   Ashley releases the throbbing cock and slowly pushes 
the delicate, wide lace bra straps off one then the other shoulder, drawing them 
down her upper arms to come to rest just above her elbow.
The full, white, plump globes of her breasts rest in their clinging white lace cups, 
the top triangle of lace at the straps now turned downward, starting to peel away 
and off her youthful tits.   ?Pull your bra down,? orders her Uncle quietly.   Ashley 
looks at her chest before her, as her own hands peel down the supporting cups, 
freeing her large breasts to her Uncles? unobstructed gaze and handling.
His palms come up and quite naturally cup her now naked tits, though she?s 
sufficiently large breasted than her breasts spill out of his hands, more than 
filling them.   For a moment, Edward holds her now naked, feminine softness, 
relishing in the warmth and springiness of her breast flesh.
Holding her tits while squeezing lightly and kneading them, he looks into her big 
amber eyes, submissively attentive to his every whim, and instructs her, ?Stand 
up and turn around.?  She slowly pushes herself off his legs and stands 
precariously, swaying for a moment on her white high heels before regaining her 
balance and composure.   She slowly turns.   Edward gazes with pleasure at the 
full roundedness of his nieces? womanly backside, covered only by the sheer 
transparent material of her brief white panties.  Her bra straps hang down her 
arms, and he can see even as she stands obediently turned away from him, the 
swell of her large breasts jutting on either side of her torso.  
?Now, Ashley, you?re to learn how to use your bottom to further stimulate a  
penis.  A girl must know how to give a good ?lap dance?.   
?You?ll take your rhythm from the groping and fondling of your naked breasts. 
Now sit on my lap, facing away from me,?that?s right, center your bottom, 
squirm it so you can feel the penis between your cheeks, good.   Now lean back so 
we can give your breast a good workout!?
Ashley sits on her Uncle?s lap, and feels the hard erection trapped between her 
cheeks, burning hot and wet.   Her bottom cheeks feel like they welcome and 
surround the hard penis, which pushes against her panties delicate material, 
stretched tight across her full nether cheeks.  The tip of her Uncle?s penis rests on 
the rear of her naked lower butt cheeks and the very top of her thigh.   She 
clenches and shifts her weight on her bottom experimentally, feeling the shaft of 
the cock roll between her cheeks and the tip slide wetly over the naked skin of her 
bottom just below the lower hem of her panties.
Edward grasps Ashley?s wrists and pulls her hands down until her palms rest on 
the outside of his thighs, pulls her backward so she rests her back against his 
chest, then runs his palms slowly up her arms, inward over the outer swells of her 
twin mounds, finally coming to rest on her denuded, defenseless breasts.
Ashley rests against her Uncle, her back pressed to his chest, her bottom warmly 
enveloping his erection between her soft plump cheeks.  Her large areolas softly 
accentuate her long, fat, hardened nipples, pointing upward as if inviting her 
Uncle?s marauding hands, which heft the lower curve of her naked breasts, then 
slide up towards her nipples and, possessively, without regard to her sensitive 
teats, grasp the nubs strongly and pull upwards on them causing Ashley to moan, 
and her back to arch to follow the breasts stretching away from her chest.
?Some girls,? Edward explains to his moaning niece, as he mandhandles her 
breasts, ?have low hanging or small little breasts, with poor little nipples, almost 
like a boy?s.? 
?That?s a pity and such girls need not be exercised in breastplay as assiduously, 
but girls like you, Ashley, with big lush tits,? encircling the base of her breasts 
with his hand and then squeezing and sliding outwards along her breasts so 
they?re thrust out plumply and burgeon from his fingers as they slide down to the 
crests and pinch down on her fat nips once more, ?and sensitive long nipples 
which harden and rise to being tormented,? his index finger scratching and 
flicking the tip of her nipples as Ashley pants and moans, ?respond to being 
trained strongly on their breasts and to regulate the movement of their bottoms 
accordingly, just as you?re wiggling your naught rump delightfully on my cock as 
your breasts are worked out.  Isn?t that right, little titmouse?   Do you feel a 
connection between these plumpers and that wiggling butt of yours? Answer me, 
titmouse.?
Ashley feels her Uncle grasp her mounds and squeeze firmly, her nipples feel like 
burning stars which heat up as her Uncle tweaks and pinches them causing her to 
squirm as she pants and little mewling exhalations escape her mouth, her 
bottom, as he?s indicated writhing spasmodically back and forth rubbing and 
pulling his cock nestled between her backside?s cheeks, as they splay and separate 
around it while jerking back and forth.   
?Yes, oh?. yes sir, my bottom is dancing to what you?re ?oooohhh? doing to my 
breasts, ooooo? Edward rapidly flicks his index fingers over his niece?s sensitive 
nipple tips, and interrogates her, ?How does your bottom feel titmouse?? as he 
smiles at this new nickname which he decides he?ll use to condition the girl to 
know when she?s to be worked through her breast-play paces.  Ashley squirms 
and responds submissively, ?I can?t keep my bottom still, you?re making it dance 
on your penis and my panties feel wet against them from your, your, stickiness??
Edward grasps Ashley?s nipple and areola in one clenched hand and pulls her 
breast up slightly, baring the fat rounded curve below her breast.    His other 
hand opens and stiffens, and he flicks it upwards against the exposed lower curve, 
smacking her tit crisply.   The breast bounces fluidly upwards with the impact, 
then settles back, only to receive a second smart smack.  ?Even a good girl like 
you?re being, Ashley,? SMACK, SMACK, ?needs to be reminded frequently of 
proper behavior,? SMACK, Edward switches breasts, releasing the recently 
smacked one, then grasping its twin and, in turn, lifting it and subjecting it to the 
same treatment. SMACK, SMACK, ?oooohhhh,? moans the girl, continuing her 
writhing, ?and a good titty spanking is an admirable incentive to ensuring,? 
SMACK! ?that you continue to behave like a good little girl!?
?Now Ashley, as you pointed out that your bottom is nice and wet, we should 
make use of that condition.  Please stand up.?    
Ashley manages to clamber off her Uncle?s lap, facing away from him, her 
shoulders and thighs visibly shaking from her ordeal at his hands.   As she 
admitted, her panties are damp with his juices and more than likely her own as 
well, and cling to her backside, plunging between her cheeks wetly.   
?Lie down over my knee, Ashley,? commands her Uncle, ?I think we need a brief 
interlude to emphasize your lesson.?
Ashley gingerly leans over her Uncle and he takes her wrist and pulls her down 
until she is lying across his lap.    He pulls her up a bit higher on his legs, ensuring 
that his cock is warmly nestled against the naked skin of her lower belly.   
One hand reaches below her and takes hold of her breast.    He squeezes her 
hanging boob rhythmically.   His other hand comes down on her dampened 
bottom, petting the upthrust hemispheres intimately.   
Suddenly, Ashley feels her Uncle take hold of the top of her panties and pull them 
down, over her damp bottom, baring her totally.  He pulls them down to her 
knees and gazes fondly down at his niece?s naked, damp bottom, defenseless and 
uncovered save for the white straps of her garter.   Ashley feels the cool air caress 
her naked bottom.   She bleats meekly as her panties are pulled down, and waits 
with breath held as her uncle gazes at her bared bottom.  
Edward observes the paired, white, globes, taunting him plumply to take his 
pleasure with them.    The crests of her wide butt cheeks are just a bit pinker than 
the pale jouncy edges of her prominences, where the spankings that Ashley?s 
already received have left their color.   The skin just inside the deep crevice 
between her cheeks is whiter than the rouged crests, and looks temptingly 
untouched and unpunished, yet is marked by a shiny encrusting of Edward?s 
secretions, which have coated Ashley?s right bottom cheek and her crack as she 
danced over his penis lewdly.   Ashley?s bottom sways slightly, tremor running 
through her soft pliant flesh as she anticipates what her uncle intends to do to the 
naked, defenseless feminine backside Ashley is compelled to present him.
Lying on her Uncle?s lap, bare bottomed, trembling and waiting for him to do 
whatever he likes to her, Ashley?s mind wanders to an incident which had 
occurred shortly before she?d been sent to England, before her mother had 
remarried.   She tried not to think of it usually.   Her embarrassment had been 
such at the time that she?d put the shameful incident out of mind.   She?d blamed 
the boy, certainly, and that exonerated her to some extent, but at the same time, 
she knew deeply though never admittedly even to her secret self, she?d been as 
much to blame as he, and more perhaps.  Perhaps she?d caused it all to happen, 
just as she seemed unable to stop him though merely refusing would have been 
enough, she knew.  Perhaps she?d wanted him to do what he?d done, and, maybe, 
she felt, more, wanted him to do much more than he?d dared.   
Unbidden, she remembered the boy in the class who she had realized weeks ago 
had a crush on her, who seemed to always be watching her, except when she 
looked his way, would seem to just have turned his head away.   This had gone on 
for weeks!   Ashley knew that he was looking at her, and though he wasn?t good 
looking, she?d felt something about his fascination with her that means she 
should pay attention to him, something that called for her to go be closer to him, 
as he expected and wanted.    
Every day when she was dressing for school, standing in front of her mirror in her 
room, choosing what to wear, instead of thinking about what the her girlfriends 
would be wearing and what they?d consider cool as usual, she kept thinking about 
the boy who watched her, about what he?d be seeing.  Ashley almost saw herself 
through his eyes, the boy watching a hot young girl, taking in her body and trying 
to look right through her clothes to see the form of her shapely young body. 
Sighing, not understanding what was driving her, ?he?s not that good looking, 
what do I care??, she told herself, and yet, she put down the cool Nirvana t-shirt, 
and picked up one of her ultra-feminine, lacy, flimsy gauzy tops.  White spaghetti 
straps, lace over the bodice, light translucent cotton with light green leaves across 
it.   She closed her eyes, realizing what was next.   She reached behind her back 
and unclasped the tan utilitarian bra she was wearing, letting it fall to the ground.   
Rummaging in her drawer she found what she knew she had to wear with this: 
her white lace, strapless half-cup French bra.  She?d saved her allowance quite 
awhile to be able to buy it.    Turning it upside down and inside-out she placed the 
lacey bra against her belly, and clasped it, turned it around her and flipped it 
over, tucking her breasts into the supportive cups.
Ashley pulled the top over her head and down her sides, pulling the edges down 
over shoulders and reaching behind to do up the two little buttons holding it 
closed.   The outfit was completed by a pair of shortened, cut-off jeans shorts, and 
her usual flat sneakers.
At school that day she?d been painfully aware of the boy watching her.   In study 
hall, as she leaned forward over her paper, she knew her breasts were hanging 
down showing her cleavage.  She had glanced towards him and seen him openly 
staring.   He hadn?t even tried to pretend he wasn?t and she had blushed and 
returned to her work bending even deeper towards the paper.
After school, he had been across the parking lot, near his car, an old pickup which 
had seen better days.   Ashley didn?t know what drove her, but she felt that she 
was expected to go talk to him.  She walked over to the boy who looked somewhat 
surprised to see her come over towards him.    She knew she had to say 
something, but didn?t know what to say until she heard herself stammer? ?Um? 
hi.  I?m Ashley, I? I was wondering if you could give me a ride? I mean home, 
could you give me a ride home?  I mean, I don?t have a ride and I missed the bus, 
and as you have a car and,?.?  She stopped embarrassed and glanced up at him.    
He looked at the meek girl standing before him and his expression hardened.   
Something in her suppliant attitude made him stretch out taller and feel strong, 
otherwise he would never have answered the nymph who had been plaguing his 
dreams and every curve of whose body he had spent day after day memorizing for 
his nightly masturbatory sessions with a self-confidence foreign to him, inspired 
really by the girls? manner.
?Get in.? he stated simple, almost a command.   He was amazed as the girl 
seemed to accept it as such.  For the first time, perhaps since he?d started to be 
fascinated by Ashley, who all the guys thought was the sexiest, hottest, little bitch 
in the school, whose air of innocence and detachment though threw them off, and 
who therefore preferred to chase her more adventuresome girlfriends, he smiled 
feeling like he was in control!  He?d been fascinated by her incredibly sexy, yet 
detached, unaware demeanor, and now, she seemed to be making an effort to 
make friends.
He climbed into the pickup truck?s cabin, and the girl sat next to him, buckled in, 
looking down.    He turned the ignition and the truck fired up.   Lurching forward 
he drove out of the school and turned towards the park.    He knew he was 
heading away from her house, and didn?t look at Ashley lest she reprimand him 
for taking her in a different direction.
Ashley looked forward towards the park where she was being driven.    She felt 
like she ought to say something about taking her home, but something inside of 
her felt pleased, like she didn?t want him to head straight for her house, and 
deliver her to her normal suburban existence.   She glanced shyly at the boy 
driving and when he caught her eye, she smiled, actually feeling happy and 
adventurous.
Soon, the boy turned into a street and down to a dead end, where there was a 
turnaround in the trees.   Glancing at her, he pulled to one side of the road and 
turned off the engine.    He unbuckled his seat belt, and looked at Ashley.   She 
unbuckled hers, and he glanced down at the seat next to him.  Ashley felt like 
she?d been told to move and looking into his eyes, she slid over towards him, 
letting herself up against his side.  She looked down.   His arm came over and 
placed itself on her shoulders.  She stiffened and looked out the window.   She 
didn?t move.    The boy leant towards her, and placed his mouth close to the 
curtain of her short brown hair, near her ear.  Through her hair, he began to 
lightly graze her ear and cheek with his lips.   She didn?t move, just feeling his lips 
insistently tracing her ear, then a soft, wet probing, as his tongue tasted the 
delicate curls of her ear and the sweep of her jaw.    
She moaned slightly, and her whimpered sound gave him just the courage he 
needed to let his hand drop from her shoulder and trace down her back, then 
over her side to lightly come to rest on the side of her breast.   ?uhhmmm,? 
exclaimed Ashley, as he grazed her breast, and suddenly his hand opened and 
fastened on her boob, urgently and roughly.    
His hand grasped and squeezed her captive boob, now, and Ashley panted.    He 
wasn?t gentle with her breast, it was one of the few he?d ever touched, and most 
times he?d felt like he was a trespasser about to be evicted, but with Ashley he felt 
like her breast was his reward for taking the decision to bring this girl to a 
deserted, private location, to not ask her, and now to enjoy his prize.    Something 
about her made him feel powerful, like he had only to tell her what to do and she 
would.   
Taking his arm from around Ashley, he faced her.    Ashley watched him. Would 
he kiss her mouth now, she wondered?    He raised his hand and put it on the 
back of her head, grasping her hair.    He then pulled her forward so she bent over 
and she felt him undo the two buttons at the back of her top, then push her back.   
She leaned back against the seatback, her top loose and hanging from her 
rounded shoulders, the two halves of the back loose behind her.   She watched his 
hand come forward to grasp her blouse and pull it off her.    He gazed at her big 
tits, supported in their lacey half-cups of her white bra.    The flesh of her plump 
breast swelled above temptingly above the cups.
She panted in fear and felt her bosoms tightening in anticipation.  She watched 
him reach out towards her and dip his head down as his hands grasped the 
shallow cups of her bra, and suddenly YANK them down off her breasts, baring 
her globes and her big taut nipples.     His mouth opened and closed on one of her 
just denuded nipple buds, and started to suckle and bite her tit urgently.    She 
stifled a yelp as his teeth worked her sensitive bud, and his other hand grabbed 
her breast, pinching the nipple at its crest between his fingers and pulling.
Ashley mewled under the boys assault of her titties, as she felt his tongue vibrate 
against her hardened nipple, bending it back and forth with strong wet licks.    
?Oooohh?, she moaned, and the boy sucked her nipple strongly, stretching her 
breast out.   She didn?t know what to do with her hands, and placed them behind 
her head.
Ashley leaned back in the seat, pushing her large firm breasts out towards the 
boy, her lacey white French bra rucked unceremoniously under her meaty orbs.  
Her nipples stood stern and hard at attention, shining wetly with the boy?s saliva.  
He gazed bemusedly at the girl offering her plump morsels up at him.   Ashley 
watched the impassive boy, and glanced down at her beckoning, defenseless 
boobs, rising and falling with her excited breath.   
The boy smiled cruelly, and intoned, ?You like it, don?t you, ?slut!?  The last word 
was said almost experimentally, but the boy watched the effect of his words on 
Ashley.  She trembled slightly, and her eyes became moist and shiny.   At the 
same time he watched her pull her elbows further apart, sticking her bosom out 
even more towards the boy.    ?You like showing off your fat naked boobies, slut?? 
His hand reached out and he grabbed one of Ashley?s boobs from below, letting it 
rest in the palm of his hand and squeezed it between his thumb and his fingers, 
cupped along the side of the girl?s jouncy breast, and gave the compliant orb an 
experimental shake.
Outside the parked car, the shadows lengthened as the sun descended over the 
course of the next hour, during which the boy enjoyed Ashley?s breasts in every 
way his adolescent fantasy could envision.   Ashley consciousness narrowed to the 
sensations that flooded her sensitive, virgin upper torso.  Her nipples, as the boy 
licked and sucked them incessantly, throbbed and made her squirm.   Pulling her 
towards him, the boy dipped the submissive girl?s torso back so he could better 
feast on her proffered mammaries, which he nuzzled, feeling the hard nipples rub 
against his eyelids and cheek, then guiding them one by one into his mouth and 
biting down, he felt his teeth indent and pinch the sensitive girl.  Her body 
trembled and shook in response, and Ashley whimpered.  She didn?t dare move as 
the sharp bites caused pinpricks of pain mingled with pleasure to course down 
her belly and settle in the ever increasing moistness between her legs.  Ashley felt 
the gusset of her think, white cotton panties grow heavy and wet between her 
legs.
The boy watched the writhing girl responding to his stimulation of her breasts, 
and grasped one slick nipple in each hand, tweaking the nubbins between his 
thumbs and forefingers.  As he stretched Ashley?s malleable nips out he spoke to 
her as he would a pet, ?Shh? little slut, push out your titties so I can give them 
the licking you need!?  His tongue washed slowly up and down her breasts, 
tasting the damp sweet perspiration from her efforts.   As he licked, repeatedly 
flicking his tongue against the resilient buds crowning her ripe mounds,  his 
hands cupped her bottom, sliding under her full cotton panties to enjoy the 
warm, soft, naked flesh of her arse as she squirmed under him. ?You can?t even 
keep your ass still, can you, bitch?? he taunted, ?Oh, you?re very wet aren?t you, 
hmmm? wow!? he exclaimed as his hand slid from the lower mounds of her 
damp bottom crest and followed Ashley?s moistness until he touched the wet 
folds between her legs.  His finger slid into Ashley?s slippery cunt simultaneously 
as his mouth engulfed one breast tip, struggling to cram as much of her teat into 
his mouth as he could fit.
Both the boy?s hands were now prodding and pulling Ashley?s genitals, the lower 
curve of her moistened bottom cradling the urgent fingers which worked in and 
out of her virginal tunnel, sliding effortlessly into her velvety vagina on the 
copious slickness the girl politely provided her ravisher.  Ashley moaned loudly as 
her cunt spasmed repeatedly, the oblivious boy neither noticing her orgasms as 
they washed over her, nor slowing even a moment for her to recover before the 
intruding digits caused another and another orgasm to wrack her frame, making 
her breasts buck and bounce against his face.
Finally, the light ebbed and it became cold.  The boy got up and tidied himself 
without a word to Ashley.   She embarrassedly pulled herself together as best she 
could, pulling on her discarded bra and closing the delicate, now twisted and 
rumpled shirt.   Ashley flushed hotly at what she?d endured and imagined the 
boy?s silence to be an indication of his disgust at her orgasms and how wet she 
was.   She never imagined the truth, that he himself had come three times in his 
underwear and had wanted to hide this from her.
They rode back in silence and he dropped her off without even a goodnight kiss.  
She?d cried herself to sleep that night, though not before making her self cum 
again, reliving the hours in the car while using two fingers to rub her throbbing 
clit.
?Your bottom is shamefully damp, Ashley,? Edward scolds, ?It needs to be 
smacked dry.?  One hand continues to plump and knead her breast, the other 
palm now cups one of her arse cheeks tenderly and squeezes it softly, his fingers 
sinking into her warm tender bottom flesh.   He squeezes the other cheek in the 
same way, then slowly lifting his palm up, delivers a crisp smack to the center of 
her upturned buttcheeks, encompassing both cheeks at once, and causing her 
bottom flesh to compress and jounce.    The cheek nearest him get singled out 
next to receive a single SMACK, then the far one too gets spanked.   ?Ever since 
you came to stay with us, Ashley,? he intones, as his hand sets up a sweeping back 
and forth of spanks on either upturned defenseless cheek, ?Your naughty bottom 
has benefited from being punished frequently.? SMACK SMACK SMACK 
SMACK, ?Some young ladies, such as you, seem to require regularly being taken 
over ones knee and having their panties pulled down as if they were little girls. In 
your case though, those prominent, jouncy buttocks of yours, so in need of 
constant attention and chastisement,? the back and forth smacking continues as 
he speaks, ?are not a little girl?s are they, Ashley?  Why, we need only observe, 
while you are so conveniently placed bottom up and spanked, what lies between 
those dancing reddened cheeks.  Open your legs Ashley.    The girls receives 
encouragement to do as her punisher instructs by receiving two stinging spanks 
to her thighs.   Ashley open her legs, stretching the panties at her thighs taut and 
revealing, between her legs, her slick, moist, hairless, pouting genital lips, puffy 
and pouting from having her body manhandled.
?No,? says her Uncle, as he deliver another pair of spanks to the inside lower 
portion of her spread cheeks newly made available by her spread legs, ?this wet, 
squirming slit is that of a naughty young lady, responding as such to her well-
deserved punishment.?  His hand dips between her spread thighs, and Edward 
grips Ashley?s rear pouting lips and rubs his thumb back and forth along her 
exposed cunt lips, letting it slide between her lips and test her slipperiness. 
?Soon, titmouse,? intones Edward, tweaking Ashley?s nipple bud hard as he 
pronounces his nickname for her, ?these soft, pink, pussy lips of yours which 
seem to enjoy being pushed open by my fingers, will get a chance to do their work 
to delight penises, as they are so evidently suited to doing.  You?ll like that won?t 
you Ashley, a big, wet dick pushing into your cunt, stretching you wide?
Ashley whimpers as Edward plays freely with the lips of her cunt, pulling them 
open to observe the pale reddened interior of her vagina, and wiping her wetness 
over her rubbery pudendum.
?For today though, Ashley, we will be training, as I mentioned prior, your mouth.  
Now a willful young girl like you may think that it is a simple and natural matter 
to take a cock in her mouth and manhandle it inexpertly.   I will disabuse you of 
this notion,? Edward continues, his fingers now stroking and soothing his 
submissive charge?s pale thighs, calming her for the next stage of her ordeal.
A smile plays on Edward?s face as he strokes the bare bottomed girl across his lap 
and describes some of what he has in store for her.
?You will be trained in the proper techniques of becoming and expert fellatrix, 
Ashley, how to start the stimulation of the penis slowly, using the softest, broad 
tongued strokes, and how to slowly take the entire length of a cock into your 
mouth, without gagging or jarring it against your teeth or your cheeks.
?But now, enough theory, girl!   Stand up!? A smart spank to one of her bare 
bottom cheeks causes Ashley to scramble to her feet awkwardly, her bared 
breasts swinging under her as she rises precariously on her high heels.  She 
stands before her Uncle obediently, brassiere pulled down off her tits, delicate 
white panties bunched at her thighs and her well manipulated shaved pussy in 
plain view.
Edward stands as well, and turning his back to the ravishing and helpless young 
girl, walks over to the drinks cart, taking time to relax and compose himself for 
this next part of the evening.    He pours himself a measure of Scotch, turns to 
contemplate the lovely girl in his power and sips it contemplatively.   Ambling 
over to Ashley, he proffers the glass.  Ashley, gratefully tips the warm, golden 
contents into her mouth and glances at her Uncle, shy and apprehensive.
Edward takes the glass from the girl and walks over to the drinks cart.   He walks 
over to the bell on the wall and depresses the button.    Ashley can hear a chime in 
another room.  She hears a doorhandle turn, the door to the room opens and 
Clyve, the butler, walks in.  His gaze travels coldly over the naked torso of the girl 
on display, and he turns to Edward awaiting instructions.
?Ah, Clyve, so good of you to come.  I?ll be needing some assistance with my 
niece, who is about to undergo her first lesson in cocksucking.   As usual, the right 
combination of pain and pleasure will be key to her picking up the correct habits 
of fellatio, and I will require your assistance in providing these stimuli.
?Ashley, please pull the ottoman over close to the armchair.  It will provide the 
ideal first position for you.
The men watched the girl struggle with the heavy ottoman, pushing it in front of 
the armchair her uncle had just vacated.   ?Not only is it heavy,? Ashley though to 
herself as she pushed it over, ?but my panties at mid-thigh make it even more 
difficult to push.?  The men watched with amusement as the girl strained, legs 
splayed and breasts swinging, to reposition the furniture, assisting the men in her 
own debasement.
?Clyve,? intoned Edward, ?I would say the pinky vibe, some lubricant and a ruler 
are in order.?   As Clyve walked to the chest of drawers and started his 
preparations, Edward ordered Ashley to position herself facing the armchair, 
with the ottoman in front of her white-clad shins.   Edward strode over towards 
his niece and grasping her mane of hair gently pulled her forward towards the 
ottoman.   ?Right over, girl!? he ordered her, ?I want your bottom up and your 
chest supported by the cushion in front of you.  You will need to raise your head 
so I can train your mouth!?
Ashley leaned over the soft cushion, her full bottom spreading as she bent, and 
lowered her chest to it.  Her knees were on the floor behind the cushion, her belly 
on it, supporting her torso.  She felt her defenseless backside sticking back 
towards where she heard Clyve making ominous preparations.   
Seating himself in the deep armchair, Edward was perfectly positioned.   Ashley?s 
pouty lipped mouth lay in his lap.  He pushed aside the silk robe, and his wide-
knobbed penis sprang up right in front of the girls? eyes and twitched in front of 
her of its own accord.  ?Take hold of the penis with both hands!? Edward ordered.   
Ashley reached out and placed her long nailed fingers delicately against the make 
member before her.    ?Hold the member between your fingers, as in prayer, girl!? 
Edward ordered.
As Ashley held the velvety textured cock in her hands right before her angelic 
face, meekly awaiting instructions, she was suddenly startled Clyve?s hand 
brazenly separating the twin mounds of her bottom.  She yelped as she felt a cold, 
gelatinous material dropped on her exposed anus.  The cold was followed 
immediately by a pressure against her sphincter, which resisted only 
momentarily indenting itself before yielding and opening, to envelop a smooth 
hard object.   Ashley panted firghtenedly and mewed under the anal assault, but 
her obedient backside gently accommodated the object violating her arse.   A tear 
sprang to her eye, and at the same time she heard a soft buzz commence, she felt 
the dildo in her bottom vibrate and shiver, adding to the initial pain and 
discomfort a warm, pleasant, suffusing sensation of stimulation in her asshole.
?While you, little one, attend to your sucking lessons diligently, learning how to 
pleasure the penis with your tongue and lips, Clyve will ensure that you have the 
appropriate incentive and correction to improve.   For the moment, dearest little 
niece, your yielding bottom is welcoming only the narrow end of a vibrating 
simulacrum of a penis, which Clyve can easily push further into you, and as the 
dildo gets quite a bit thicker the further he pushes into your backside, he will be 
able to provide the appropriate correction.   In addition to which he has a ruler, 
with which to motivate you should your concentration flag or the pace of your 
cocksucking need adjustment.    Now, open your legs so Clyve can demonstrate 
his efficacy with the instrument.
A frightened Ashley shifted her knees to open herself wide, the lacy white panties 
at mid-thigh indenting the outside of her legs as they stretched taught between 
her splayed thighs.  Clyve gazed down at the girl?s up-thrust, rounded bottom, the 
smooth plump slit between her legs, framed by her feminine thighs,   The slash of 
the straps holding up her stockings bit slightly into the soft curve of each buttock.
Ashley, grunted as she simultaneously felt Clyve push the intrusion in her bottom 
deeper, causing, just as her Uncle had threatened, her anus to resist its forceful 
widening, and the sting of the ruler smacking the juncture of her inner thighs and 
bottom.   The dildo retreated slightly, easing the pressure against her rear entry. 
?And now,? Ashley, ordered her Uncle, ?let your mouth hang open and stick out 
your tongue, soft and flattened, for your first of many tastes of the penis.?   Ashley 
obeyed, letting her mouth open slackly and thrusting her tongue out, trying to 
relax and broaden it, watching intently as her Uncle slowly let his large glans 
contact it.   Ashley tasted a combination of sweet stickiness, combined with a 
touch of saltiness as the very tip of her Uncle?s penis rested against her obedient 
tongue.
?Wrap your fingers around the shaft of the penis, and ever so slowly, let them 
glide up and down the shaft, and at the same time very slowly lick the underside 
of the cockhead.   That?s right, girl!   Very good for a beginning cocksucker.?
Ashley felt the vibrator in her bottom speed up, its humming communicating 
itself directly to her splayed open genitals.   She observed her fingers reverently 
and obediently moving up and down the cock in front of her as her tongue rubbed 
against the lower part of the cockhead.   She continued as she had been 
instructed, feeling immensely naughty but excited at handling a man?s genitals so 
intimately.  Her tongue explored the plush cockhead before her, running over the 
lower ridge, then licking slowly up the smooth sides of the turgid member?s tip.   
She continued in this way for several minutes, becoming bolder and letting her 
flattened tongue venture up the sides of the cockhead, exploring the top of the 
plush helmet.  As she licked, she felt her own saliva mix with moisture that leaked 
from the tip of her Uncle?s delighted penis.  Her mouth glistened with the frothy 
combination of her own spit and her Uncle?s pre-cum.   Ashley closed her eyes 
and let them roll back as she savored the wet, slick feeling on her lips, tongue and 
cheek.
?Very good, my young cocksucking niece, now let us exercise your mouth a little 
differently,? said Edward, shifting forward in his chair.   One hand collected 
Ashley?s chestnut mane of hair into a sheaf, pulling tightly to control her head.   
Ashley felt her Uncle shift position, but did not slow her ministrations to his 
member.  Suddenly though, she felt him hold her head steady and pull her mouth 
down towards him. At the same time, Edward slowly pushed his penis past the tip 
of her tongue and let it slide slowly into her mouth. Ashley tried to relax her 
mouth, opening it to accommodate the new penetration, but soon her mouth felt 
full and her lips stretched.    Edward?s cock continue its slow penetration of her 
mouth, and she began to attempt to pull back.    The wide tip pushed past the 
back the of Ashley?s now struggling tongue and Ashley began to gag.
?Take it!  Take it deep, Ashley!? ordered her Uncle, letting his cock slide back and 
forth slowly only the merest small distance, causing Ashley to gag each time he 
pushed, going a bit deeper on every excruciating thrust.   As Ashley gagged on the 
penis pushing into her throat, she suddenly felt a burning pain in her asshole, as 
the butler pushed the dildo deeper into the gagging girl?s defenseless bottom.    At 
the very same instance, the hot sting of the ruler burned on one of her thighs.   
Under this assault to her throat, anus and tender thighs, Ashley, mewled 
plaintively, the cock deep in her mouth muffling her effectively.   Tears came to 
her eyes and her Uncle watched their lovely sheen make her big, delicate eyes, 
glisten.   He slowly pulled his cock back out of the depths of her mouth, until only 
the large head distended Ashley?s lips.  ?Lick softly!?  He ordered.  Ashley obeyed 
instantly, letting her tongue wash over the cockhead between her lips, grateful of 
the shallow presence.
?Towel.? Intoned Edward, and Clyve handed him a plush blue square of toweling.   
Edward spoke to Ashley, ?wipe off the penis, Ashley.?  She felt the dildo retreat 
slightly in her ass, and her anus settle comfortably around the narrower 
intrusion.   She took the small towel and dabbed at the glistening wetness of her 
Uncle?s cock as he withdrew from her mouth altogether.   If anything, she 
observed as she wiped the copious glistening wetness from it, her Uncle?s cock 
seemed to have grown.   The vein on the underside of it bulged thickly.
?And again,? Edward intoned, as once again presented his cock to the 
ministrations and laving of Ashley?s out-thrust tongue tip.  This time, her licking 
session became messier, as Edward let his plump cockhead roam over her 
youthful cheeks and chin, bedewing her with a glistening combination of their 
juices.  As he moved his cockhead over her face, her tongue attempted to follow it, 
swiping velvetly over his cock whenever she could catch it.   Her hand on the 
shaft increased the pace of stroking his shaft as her urgency seemed to grow.
She felt him shift forward and knew what was to come, as the penis again slid 
home into her mouth, pushing into her roughly.   The accompanying stretching of 
her anus by Clyve was almost a welcome distraction from the panic Ashley felt as 
her Uncle sank again into the back of her mouth.   He held her head firmly, 
pressing her down onto his rampant member as Ashley gagged repeatedly.   
Finally, he withdrew slowly, watching Ashley?s tear covered face delightedly.
?Now, that you?ve had your first lesson in ?soft licking? and a first opening of your 
throat, let?s change our positions for the second lesson.  Roll over on your back, 
Ashley, and bring your legs up to your chest.  Make sure that you don?t release 
Clyve?s toy or he will have to show you how disappointed he is.
Awkwardly, Ashley twisted onto her back, keeping her legs well open and one leg 
bent so her knee touched her chest, in order to not dislodge the dildo in her 
bottom.    She lay on her back on the ottoman, looking up at her Uncle?s cock 
above her, her legs wide open, her cunt on display and the dildo still lodged in her 
ass.
Edward pushed a small pillow under her head, turned her face slightly and angled 
his cock towards her mouth from beside and above her.   ?Now for this part of 
your cocksucking lesson, girl, put you hand around the shaft of the penis and 
move it back and forth in long strokes.   Ashley grabbed the member swinging 
above her face and began masturbating it as she had been instructed.   The tip 
once again dipped down finding its way into Ashley?s mouth, where her Uncle 
began pumping himself in and out.   Once he?d established a rhythm that pleased 
him, and adjusted the tempo of Ashley?s strokes, he reached down and grabbed 
one of her plump breasts and began squeezing it in time with Ashley?s sucking.
Ashley?s eyes are closed and her head bobs slowly back and forth, feeling her 
Uncle?s penis slide slickly into her mouth, then glide back.   A trail of frothy saliva 
and her Uncle?s fluids leaks from her as she sucks.    She obeys her Uncle?s 
instructions to concentrate on the feeling of the cock she ministering to, to pay 
attention to its jerking and stiffening and intuit the exact and changing rhythms 
she must use to accommodate its needs.    Her bottom vibrates plumply all the 
while to the thrum of Clyve?s dildo in her arse, and her boobs and pussy are 
manhandled by the man whose penis she suckles.
Ashley?s laves her tongue over her Uncle?s knob repeatedly, her eyes half shut and 
rolled backwards as she feels her mouth becomes an instrument of pleasure, her 
gentle sucks repeatedly drawing a smooth trickle of pre-cum which slides down 
her throat.  She feels the slick lubrication run into her and laps at it thirstily.  Her 
attention jumps back and forth between the cock she is avidly sucking and the 
sensations of her asshole being pushed open and stimulated by the vibrator.   
Suddenly another sensation adds itself to her awareness, as an expert hand runs 
over the small little triangle of hair over her pudendum, and then cups her 
smooth shaven, prominent little cunt, a finger bisecting her pussy.   The hand 
begins petting and exploring her cunt, as a wide-legged Ashley moans and pushed 
her face down further onto the big cock.    Fingers spread her lips and flick over 
the soft folds covering Ashley?s clitoris, pulling open her cunt to show her pink 
vagina, which pulses visibly, spasming open and closed.  
Clyve unhurried and expert probing of the girl?s genitalia is thorough.   Her 
clitoris is robbed of any protection, as Clyve pulls back the wrinkled little hood, 
baring the small pink nubbin, which a pair of rough digits pluck at and rub.  Each 
scratchy stroke of her most sensitive bud causes Ashley?s hips to buck towards 
her tormentor.  Her bottom clenches and thrusts upward toward the hand on her 
pussy, and the vibrator in her ass jostles as the girl writhes.    
Clyve?s fingers release the clitoris, and the moist folds of her clitoral hood 
embraces it again, but the reddened, throbbing clit is now too prominent to be 
covered, as if refusing to return from being out to play.    The same two fingers 
are joined by a third which trace down her split lips and roughly push into her 
vagina, which broadens and swells to receive the intruding hand.
?Unnggg?? Ashley mewls, her tongue lashing the throbbing cock in her mouth, 
as she feels the fingers enter her and Clyve simultaneously pushes the dildo 
another inch into her bottom.   His fingers pulse in and out of her moistly, 
bringing up her moist, velvety secretions which coat her spread open cunt lips 
and the juncture of her lower bottom cheeks.    
Clyve?s fingers retreat and again splay the front of her pussy open.    The pads of 
his index finger flicks her helpless clitoris repeatedly, punishing it for its brazen 
craning upward.
This continues, Edward occasionally taking the initiative and pushing his swollen 
member deeper into the girl?s mouth, holding it to the back of her throat as she 
gags.  At one point Ashley meekly attempts to push back on her Uncle?s belly to 
dislodge the hard cock from the very back of her mouth, but he wrists are grabbed 
in one of his hands and pinned over her head, and he roughly bucks his hips back 
and forth driving the tip of his penis back and forth against her throat.  She can 
do nothing to prevent it and her head bobs helplessly.   
Edward observes the state of his niece?s excitement, and nods at Clyve.   The 
manservant turns a knob at the base of the dildo to double the vibrations, and 
grabs Ashley?s blood flushed little clitoris between thumb and forefinger and 
begins a vigorous rubbing.
As Ashley is inexorably drawn towards an orgasm, Edward talks to her, 
imprinting this moment and its sensations on the girl:
?Feel that fat cock pushing deep into your throat, little one; that?s it, you feel it 
push down into you.  See how your butt is shaking with another cock buried in it, 
pushing into you, like they?re trying to meet, balls deep against your pixie face 
and nestled between the soft plump, well-spanked cheeks of you naughty 
bottom.?
?Ahhh?Ahh?Unggg?? Ashley?s cunt begins deep, strong spasms, in time to 
Clyve?s tugs on her clit, and the girl cannot contain her exclamations or her 
writhing, her boobs and bottom trembling and shaking as wave after wave of 
warm, wet, orgasms wrack her frame.
Edward maintains his position, his cock buried in the girl?s mouth until the 
spasms die out, then slowly draws out of her mouth.
He allows a moment for Ashley to slowly recover.  She opens her eyes and blushes 
ashamedly, glancing quickly at her Uncle then away.  She doesn?t even dare look 
towards the servant whose hand is now absentmindedly petting her quieting 
genitalia, as if stroking a tame cat.   ?And now, Ashley,? commands her Uncle, ?on 
your knees before me, in the culmination and reward an accomplished 
cocksucker strives for.   Clyve?s dildo is withdrawn from inside her, and the 
disheveled, slick faced girl stands shakily, only to follow her Uncle?s instruction 
and kneel before him.    Rising on her knees, panties pulled down and breasts 
bared, she gazes hypnotized at the cock she has been adoringly suckling for what 
she thinks must have been an hour.
?You will, in time be taught to improve your sucking, but now I think you need 
your reward.   As I mentioned before, good little apprentice cocksuckers like you 
are rewarded by good feeding of sperm.   You will swallow obediently, but not 
until I say you may.
Looking intently into his submissive niece?s eyes, Edward stands above her and 
places the head of his cock against her lips.  They part, and Edward lets only the 
tip of his glans enter Ashley?s mouth.  ?You are to lick the underside of the penis 
vigorously but slowly Ashley and continue to do so until I tell you to stop.  You 
may not swallow until told to.?
Her tongue swipes flicking over the cockhead partly buried in her mouth, and 
after a few minutes, she feels it stiffen against her lips.   She maintains the same 
steady sucking and lapping, even as her mouth receives a flood of thick, viscous 
emissions, which coat her tongue and teeth, then fill her mouth and begin to 
stream from the sides of her mouth in a bubbly, pearl cascade which drips down 
her cheek and chin.  She blinks back tears as she feels herself submissively being 
bathed by her Uncle?s gushing of ejaculate?it oozes forth from her overflowing 
mouth, leaking heavily from her stretched lips.   
Lost in the rapture of coming copiously into his lovely niece?s face, Edward 
watches his jism flow out of the meek girl?s lips, collect on her delicate rounded 
chin for a moment, stretching in a long drip until gobs of his spunk break off and 
plop drip down her luscious body.   ?Swallow!? he commands, his cockhead still 
held between her lips, and he watches the girl?s throat obediently open to let the 
cascade of his sperm into her throat.  Her nacre throat pulses as she swallows the 
warm emissions.   Her prominent, heaving breasts are each decorated with small 
shiny puddlings of sperm, and Edward reaches forward to heft one breast and 
position it to receive another falling portion, maneuvering it so that her large, 
reddened nipple is anointed.
?Now, pet,? intones Edward, ?It is proper for a good cocksucker to finish off by 
licking the penis and making sure it is left clean and fresh!?  Ashley is amazed at 
how much come she has had to swallow, and finishes a series of small swallows to 
try to get the sticky fluid all down her throat.    She already feels the hot spunk 
cooling and setting quickly on her face and chest.    Nuzzling her Uncle?s quickly 
detumescing member, her tongue daintily swabs the softening flesh, dissolving 
the crusting fluids on it.  
As she licks, her Uncle pets her head and intones, ?Not at all bad, little one, I do 
think with appropriate practice you will make a credible fellatrix.  Now stand up, 
give me a hug and thank me properly for you lesson! Then go with Clyve who will 
help you get cleaned up.?
Ashley slowly pulls herself to her feet, balancing precariously on her high-heels 
after so much time spent supine.  She puts her arms around her Uncle and brings 
her head to his chest.  Her bare breasts mash against his as he reaches around her 
and places one hand on her back and one hand on her bare bottom, caressing the 
soft flesh distractedly.   
?Thank you, Uncle Edward, for teaching me to? to suck you ? properly....? Her 
bottom receives a strong squeeze egging her on, ?and?for filling my mouth with 
your sperm and making me drink it!?  The latter rushes out of her, wanting to 
please her Uncle and put an end to her confusing ordeal.
Edward smiles down at his niece, pats her bum just a bit roughly, and smiles. ?Go 
now, get cleaned up!?  He watches as she turns and follows Clyve out the door.  
Amusedly, he observes how she does not even stop to pull her panties back on, 
but walks out, her naked bottom wiggling with her steps.  ?Yes,? he thinks, ?she is 
becoming well trained indeed.?
Chapter 14. Training Contest
A friend and his daughter to dinner.  Competition masturbating the two girls.  
Loser sucks off Ralph and her own dad.
Edward Weston and his nephew Ralph stood smoking by the fireplace which 
warmed the living room, suffusing it in an orange light.  Strains of a cello 
concerto issued from the stereo.  Both men ignored Ashley, as she stood at 
attention by the fireplace.  She held a silver tray up before her, on which Edward?s 
sherry glass was set.  As she had been instructed, she wore a long spaghetti-
strapped violet silk dress.  The thin straps of woven purple cord hung long from 
her bare shoulders, dipping down to the a deeply cleft d?colletage showing clearly 
that Ashley had followed her uncle?s instructions and was not wearing a bra 
underneath the dress.   The thin satin fabric swelled over her prominent breasts 
deliciously, and her large nipples pushed the light fabric out and were clearly 
outlined in the yielding cloth.   The dress swooped down over her flat belly to 
flare briefly at her hips, before descending in a glide of slick material down to just 
above her ankles.  It was long but very light, and moved graciously with the girl?s 
motions.  The wispy satin panties Ashley was wearing were outlined under her 
dress whose color they matched.  The slim straps of the panties were just visible 
in outline on Ashley?s hips.  On her mostly bare, pretty, feet, she wore a medium 
heeled pump in matching purple shiny leather, with a pattern of intricate 
strapping crisscrossing her feet several times.  Her toenails were painted 
sophisticated blood red, matching the color of her delicately tapered fingernails.  
As she shifted her weight, Ashley?s dress slid smoothly against her naked, freshly 
shaven legs, hinting at the shape of her rounded thighs as it conformed to the 
girl?s shape.  
The girl standing decoratively by the fireplace could not make out what her 
relatives were talking about, but Ashley feared that the two men were talking 
about her and, more specifically, about her fate for the evening.  She had enough 
experience with them to know that this evening would further what her uncle 
called her ?education? which was turning out, she observed petulantly to herself, 
to be mostly how to graciously endure ever-increasing levels of sexual 
humiliation before her Uncle and his friends.  She shuddered invisibly.  From the 
corner of her downcast eyes, she could see her uncle and cousin occasionally 
glance in her direction and smile in complicity at their plans for the evening.  At 
least, she consoled herself, she was elegantly and somewhat decently dressed, 
rather than having to wear any of the many skimpy outfits with which her uncle 
had provided her.  
Moreover, she had been told, her Uncle?s guests for the evening were to be a 
friend of Edward?s, who was to be accompanied by his daughter, a girl of Ashley?s 
age, and a 16 year-old son.   Perhaps, the evening would be a family event, Ashley 
reasoned hopefully, and she would behave pleasingly and avoid the spills and 
other accidents which had gotten her into trouble on previous occasions, and 
could then make it through the evening pleasantly.  Maybe she could even 
befriend the visiting girl!  They might then be allowed sometime to go out and 
spend time together and she would have a friend and confidant, someone with 
whom she could start to develop some life outside the house and her uncle?s 
presence.  She smiled wistfully to herself at the thought.
Ashley?s pleasant daydream was interrupted by the sound of the chimes from the 
front door.  Ralph looked up from his conversation with Edward, and walked over 
to Ashley placing his sherry glass on the tray the girl held out.  He smiled at her, 
and she blushed in pleasure and embarrassment, recalling the recent occasions 
that he?d had free access to her body and how responsive her flesh had been to his 
handling.  Her handsome cousin?s demeanor and good looks never failed to heat 
up the adolescent?s hormones. 
She was left alone for a moment as her cousin and Uncle went to the doorway to 
greet their guests.  The murmur of pleasantries could be heard, and then 
footsteps approached the salon.  Her Uncle entered the room smiling, 
accompanied by a tall, sandy haired, thin man in animated discussion.  He was 
dressed comfortably but elegantly in brown corduroy trousers, with a casual 
alpaca sweater over them.  His gait was long and confident, and he was at least a 
head taller than Ashley?s uncle.  
Behind her Uncle?s friend, a young girl entered the room.  She was also tall and 
lanky for her age, with a ragged cut white-blonde pageboy, appealingly setting off 
her intensely green eyes.  Strangely, observed Ashley, she was wearing a long and 
full violet cape, like a bullfighter might wear, which wrapped around her body 
encasing her arms.  Ashley took in the girl?s long slim shape, and her rebelliously 
beautiful features, prominent high-boned cheeks and full lips.  The girl had the 
gamine qualities of an adolescent still, while displaying a clear womanly ripeness.
Last to enter the room was a young man who shared some of the delicate features 
of the girl, but being a bit younger than his sister, was still in the throes of 
adolescence which could be seen by his less than perfect complexion, and a of 
pubescent tension in his carriage.
Ralph and Edward exchanged greetings with the tall adult and introductions 
were made.   
?Toren,? Ashley?s uncle said, ?this is my niece from America, Ashley.?
?Hello, Ashley?, the guest said, ?this is my son Sven, and my daughter Stacey. 
Sven, help your sister remove her cape please.?
Ashley watched as Sven went over to his sister, and started untying the bow 
holding the cape closed at the waist, then the clasp at her neck.  The process 
seemed awkward to Ashley, the reason for this becoming clear as the boy slid the 
cape from his taller sister?s well-formed shoulders.  Ashley suppressed a gasp.  
Stacey could not have taken off her cape, because her hands were joined at the 
wrists before her with leather cuffs.  Her bound hands rested against her very flat 
and very bare belly.  Under the cape, the length and bareness of Stacey?s already 
long legs were emphasized by the tight brief white shorts she was wearing.   The 
way they clung to her anatomy, as well as how they dipped into the bisected 
halves of her cleft, made it clear that she wore nothing underneath the brief 
shorts.  The low cut shorts also bared the long expanse of flat belly, graced with 
the tight shallow bud of her navel.  On top, Stacey had been made to wear only a 
white halter over small but high girlish breasts.  
What Ashley couldn?t stop staring at, however, was something that made her 
stomach tighten with fright.  The extent to which her body was at these men?s 
mercy was viscerally illustrated by what she could make out in clear outline under 
Stacey?s top.  Stacey?s long, hardened nipples poked clearly into the soft cloth of 
her top, and Ashley could clearly make out that each nipple?s flesh was traversed 
by a hard metal ring about the size of a coin!  From these rings, the tails of a chain 
came together beneath the other girl?s top and joined to a single, thicker leather 
leash.   The leash hung down the girl?s front, trailing over her bound hands.
The leash was like something a dog might wear, something used to control and 
train an animal, though Ashley.  She shuddered at the thought of the degree of 
submission involved in a girl?s being led around by pulling on her nipples, as well 
as the inevitability of obeying when these delicate nubs were tugged by the hard 
metal.  She winced also at the thought of the pain that must be involved in 
piercing the nipples, and prayed to herself her Uncle would not take it into his 
head to attempt the same treatment on her!
?Edward,? said Toren, ?we were forced to interrupt a session with Stacey when we 
left, I hope you won?t mind if we continue here?  I find that Stacey learns best 
when her chastisements follow closely on her misbehavior.?
?No, of course, not, Toren,? responded Edward, ?why don?t we let Ashley pour 
you some drinks while you attend to your daughter?  Perhaps later we can plan 
some instructional exercises for both the girls, what do you think??
?Capital,? responded Toren, then turning to Sven, he instructed him, ?Sven, what 
will you have? A Coke, yes??  The boy nodded.
?Perhaps,? continued his father, ?you can lead Stacey, next to the fire, where we 
can combine some of the glow of the chimney with other glows we?ve been 
applying??
The boy smiled, and reaching towards his sister, took hold of the leash.  Stacey 
reacted with a visible tensing of her body.  Ashley, peeking sideways while getting 
drinks for the men, observed the poor girl.  She guessed that Stacey needed to 
prepare herself to follow closely where she would be led by the leash, in order to 
minimize the pain of the pulling at her breasts.  In fact, this was evident in how 
Stacey eagerly and quickly responded to her brother?s lead.  When he tightened 
the leash, causing the lower edge of Stacey?s halter to gap and rise slightly, and 
the lower curvature of her young breasts to show, Stacey moved quickly towards 
him to ease the tugging.
?Come here, girl!? prompted the boy, exactly as if he were talking to a frightened 
mare being trained to the leash, rather than a 18 year old long-legged waif.  
Leading her with a close grip on the leather leash, Sven pulled the girl towards 
the fireplace, then led her to one side of the marble arch, leaving her facing 
sideways, showing her profile to the room, and facing away from the fire.  The 
flames bathed her scanty white clothes and her plentiful bared flesh in a delicate 
orange light, decorating her rounded contours with a pattern of flickering 
illumination.
The boy was clearly well-practiced in tormenting his sister.  Stepping in front of 
her, he raised the leash with a slowly tightening grip until the chains emerged 
from the lower hem of her top.  He continued lifting, and the silver links in turn 
raised the halter higher, until it slid up the smooth lower contours of Stacey?s 
breasts, and caught on the lower edge of the rings on her nipples.  Dipping his 
hand momentarily, the boy let the captive breasts sag just slightly, in order to 
quickly snap his hand upwards, the boobs also heaving up and the halter?s lower 
seam sliding up and over Stacey?s nipples.  The boy obviously enjoyed the sight of 
his sister?s now bared and ruddy nipples, which contrasted with twin lower half-
moon crescents of bared, pale, pound coin-sized, areola.
?Open your mouth, Stacey!? ordered the boy.  He placed the leash between his 
sister?s teeth, and eased her mouth shut with a palm to her chin.  Stacey grip on 
the leash served to maintain the tension on the chains, holding her half denuded 
breasts high and distending her own nipples upwards. 
By now, Ashley had finished pouring and serving the men their drinks, and was 
standing to one side, empty tray in her hands, uncomfortably watching the 
proceedings.  Stacey?s father stepped behind the girl, and his large hand cupped 
the swell of his daughter?s arse over her white shorts.  His fingertips curled slowly 
around the edge of the bottom of the girl?s shorts, drawing the stretchy cloth up 
over one smooth arse cheek.  He pushed the bunched up fabric between her 
bottom cheeks, and repeated the process on the other side, then making a ring of 
his thumb and index finger around the strip of cloth between her bottom cheeks, 
he pulled strongly upwards, with enough force that Ashley could see Stacey?s 
calve muscles tense as the girl was raised onto her toes.  The effect was to haul up 
the thin shorts well into the crack of Stacey?s lovely bottom, and uncover her twin 
nether cheeks totally.  The material also rucked into the girl?s genitals, and Ashley 
could make out the ripe pouting rear of Ashley?s cunt lips.  Stacey?s bottom was 
less prominent than Ashley?s, the cheeks less full, but exhibited a lovely trim 
broadness.  The father casually smacked his daughter?s nearer naked bottom 
cheek with his strong open palm.  Another strong swipe and the farther cheek 
was also spanked hard.  The girl?s formerly pale, creamy bottom flesh bloomed 
with a newly acquired pink splotchiness in the shape of her father?s hand.  
Simultaneously with the punishment to Stacey?s backside, Ashley observed young 
Sven deftly introduce his fingertips into the high leg openings of Stacey?s shorts, 
and almost casually and possessively pull the material up into her pussy.  The 
girl?s shorts were hauled well up both in front and behind, leaving her arse and 
pudendum bare below the bunched up cloth of her thin shorts.
Ashley was particularly struck by the ease and knowingness with which the young 
man handled his own sister, her body nothing more than a toy with which he was 
well acquainted.   Though she was able to interpret the degree of possession and 
control, she was unable to fully imagine how thoroughly and over how long Sven 
had come to know and master Stacey?s body.
It was during Stacey?s thirteenth year, Sven?s twelfth, when her father had 
decided to finally implement the regimen he had been intending for his daughter, 
and for which he had been waiting until she started to blossom.  Up to that point 
of her life, she had been subjected to a fair amount of rigorous discipline, and had 
been made aware of her brother?s greater prerogatives and freedoms as a male.  
It was soon after Stacey?s breasts had began to bud, forming slight conical 
protrusions from her chest, totally unaffected by gravity in their youthful 
exuberance, and a few light hairs had begun to sprout from her little rounded 
pudendum, that her father had instituted a regimen which could not have been 
more pleasing to a hormonally ravaged, sex-obsessed boy like Sven.  
After a family dinner, at which as usual Stacey had served, Toren had asked both 
of them into the living room.  He had had Stacey stand in the confluence of a 
couple of bright lights he had set up, and ordered her to strip.  The girl had been 
reluctant to take off her clothes in front of the two men.  Toren had explained to 
the distressed young girl, 
?Now that you?re reaching puberty, Stacey, you need to start to be aware of the 
proper role for a young lady in this family.  As you know, your brother is also 
maturing into a man, and men are due sexual submission from their women.  
Your brother is reaching the age where he has many needs which, if not fulfilled, 
will cause him frustration and impede his development.  For instance, he needs 
to be able to examine and toy with a girl, and he will need to have someone to 
regularly relieve him of his sperm.  I too, have requirements, on which I will 
elaborate shortly, and which you will learn to satisfy.?
The twelve year-old had shaken with fear and tried to bolt out of the room, only 
to have her father catch her by her wrists and pin them together in one of his 
hands.  A resounding slap to her face had paralyzed the long blonde-haired girl 
into quaking immobility.  ?That?s better, Stacey, be still!? ordered her father.
?As I was saying, you will obey me and also your brother unconditionally in these 
requests.  I am sure, that like any untamed creature, you will rebel initially, and I 
intend that you will be punished for such rebelliousness severely and frequently.  
Your brother will help mete out your punishments.  These will be intended not 
only to correct prior misbehavior, but also to encourage the docility which I 
expect of you from now on.  Do you understand, Stacey??
The girl was dumbfounded and mute, and could make no other sound than to 
whimper as her father held her long thin arms together behind her.  ?Sven, I?d 
like you to help me start to show Stacey her proper role.  Please come here, good.
?Now,? said Toren, reaching his strong fingers into the neckline of Stacey?s girlish 
pink knit top, then with a single powerful yank tearing it down the length of her 
front, leaving the knit halves hanging open and Stacey?s flushed little chest 
exposed, ?please take your sister?s little titties in your hands and give them a good 
workout for her!?
Sven beamed delightedly.  He had long observed his sister?s budding chest 
surreptitiously, but hadn?t ever dreamed that he would be invited to play with her 
naked breasts freely!  He required no further encouragement, but attacked the 
whimpering girl?s boobies with both hands, prodding, pulling, pushing and 
kneading her little breasts to his heart?s content.  The girl?s virgin swellings 
shifted fully under her brother?s caresses, her nipples hardening to at the 
unaccustomed stimulation as he pressed and pinched her sensitive nubbins.  
With his own father?s encouragement, he bent his mouth to his struggling sister?s 
nipple and caught it in his teeth, then slowly bit her pubescent nipple sharply.  
Her yelps only served to harden the swelling in his pants, and he treated the other 
nipple to the same sharp bites, feeling the turgidly resilient nipple compress in 
his teeth.
Stacey cried out, only to feel her father pull up her skirt and quickly yank down 
her panties.  He tipped her forward over his thigh, her naked little bottom 
pointing up at her brother and him.  Together they proceeded to spank the girl 
until her bottom was bruised and beet red, slaps from their palms landing 
respectively on the bottom cheek closest to each man.  While giving Stacey what 
would be one of the worst, though not the worst, beatings she would suffer at 
their hands, Toren made it clear to Stacey that she could expect more and worse 
if she didn?t obey the men in the house and occupy her rightful place as a toy for 
both of them.
?Lay still, slutty child!  This little bottom warming you?re experiencing is to be 
just the first of many, and you can expect to be hauled over my or your brother?s 
lap for any misbehavior or recalcitrance, do you understand?  You?ve been 
coddled enough, and now that you?re a woman and your bottom is broadening for 
just this purpose, we intend to put it to good use and spank you long and hard on 
it.?  Stacey?s reddened arse continued receiving strong slaps all over the smooth 
globes, interspersed with the men?s cupping her backside and squeezing and 
exploring her defenseless arse and upper thighs, dipping between her legs for 
painful pinches to the rear of her cuntlips, which seemed to attract her brother?s 
attention in particular, his fingers toying often between them.  Sven went so far 
on this occasion as to insert his index finger into her vagina up to the first joint, 
and used this purchase in her pussy to stretch her open.  Stacey?s tears ran down 
her face, which seemed to not displease her tormentors, who smiled and hiking 
her bottom higher on her father?s lap, continued the spanking mercilessly.
After this, and in the intervening five years of her life, uncounted times she had 
been used by her brother in whatever ways he wished.  At first, there had been 
the long baths in which he insisted in her bathing with him, during which he had 
rubbed her nipples and pussy raw, inserting his fingers and later his penis into 
every possible opening of her young body daily.  Soon she had been forced to 
learn to masturbate him regularly, and soon thereafter to catch his ejaculate in 
her mouth and swallow thoroughly.
Her body had been totally available to her brother, who over time acquired great 
skill in prolonging his own enjoyment by extending her torments.  She had lain 
across his lap for hours, face down, her ever more womanly bottom being 
caressed and spanked and her vagina being violated repeatedly, while her brother 
watched television.  He liked to force her to lick his penis while he did homework, 
stopping only occasionally to push the top of her head down and bury his cock in 
her throat while he filled her mouth with his sticky emissions.  When on occasion 
she had retched from his cock butting her throat or her mouth becoming too full 
of cum, he had punished her in one or another ingenious way.  
Among the many forms of punishment Sven invented for his growing sister, were 
several he favored.  One of these involved ordering Stacey into the shower 
enclosure wearing a favorite lacy baby doll nightgown which had been bought for 
this purpose.  Sven would then run cold water on the girl for a few minutes, until 
she was shivering.  Closing off the water, Sven would then step into the shower 
enclosure, and order her to pull up the front of her nightgown, baring her entire 
front.  Using a stiff bristled fingernail brush, Sven would begin a vigorous 
brushing of Stacey?s goosebump covered breasts, then concentrate on her 
sensitive and cold hardened nipples until the girl was crying and squirming.  
Sven enjoyed holding Stacey?s hands behind her back, tipping her slightly 
backwards, and watching his sister?s stiff nipples bend under the bristles as he 
brushed her titties, red splotchy lines appearing on her cold, whitened, breasts.  
Sven dipped his head, and replaced the nylon bristles? sharpness on Stacey?s 
nipple with his warm wet tongue.   He suckled her little fleshy morsel, worrying 
its taut stiffness.  The free hand holding the nail brush, traced her flat belly down 
to her sparse pubic hair, then on down to her unprotected labia, where he began 
to stroke the brush slowly over the cleft of her vaginal lips, letting the myriad 
black bristles scrub over her hooded clitoris and enjoying the trembling he could 
feel in the breast in his mouth, as well as the plush, cold, wet bottom held against 
his hand where he held her wrists imprisoned behind her.
Stacey knew from experience that trying to resist or get away would be far worse 
than forcing herself to submit to her brother?s tortures.  For whatever cruelty 
Sven practiced on her, it wasn?t long until he required release, and would force 
her to have intercourse with him or suck him dry repeatedly.  If instead she 
resisted, it was quite possible for Sven to devise a long, painful, punishment for 
her, which would not be cut short by his pressing sexual demands.  
Starting precisely from the day she achieved her majority of age, Toren also 
began imposing his own sexual needs on the girl.  In some ways these were 
similar to those of his son.  Toren liked, however, to couple his own sexual 
satisfaction with his daughter?s humiliation.  Many evenings, she would be 
ordered to wait in his office bent over his desk, shirt open, skirt pulled up, and 
panties around her thighs for hours while her father attended to his work and 
admired his daughter, her legs spread, her cunt swelling naked and open below 
her trim bottom.  
Stacey would receive from her father explicit directions as to what to wear for an 
evening?s entertainment.  Toren?s favorite outfit in which to display his daughter 
was her own school uniform.  Stacey would invariably begin her evening nattily 
uniformed.  Knee-high white socks and black flats gave way to a long expanse of 
coltish, slim, unadorned leg, leading up to the hem of a gray wraparound skirt 
with a flat front and side and rear pleats.  The smooth front of the school 
regulation skirt conformed to Stacey?s slim contour, showing only the barest hint 
of the swell of her belly as it rose to her waist below her navel, where it was held 
in place by a thin leather belt.  Stacey oiled the belt often and assiduously with 
her own skin cream, having learned that the smack of dry leather on her naked 
flesh was significantly more painful than the sting of being whipped with a supple 
instrument.   
At the rear, the plaits of her skirt were spread by her trim, wide and flat buttocks, 
causing the hem to be higher behind than in front by a few centimeters.  A lightly 
starched, white cotton blouse with short sleeves was primly buttoned up to her 
neck, where her dark green school tie was neatly knotted around her slender 
neck.
Stacey?s school uniform required a blue blazer with the institution?s crest on the 
left pocket, but Toren considered the jacket too effective in protecting his 
daughter?s nubile form from his gaze, and on almost every occasion ordered 
Stacey to shed her coat early into his evening of playing with her.
When he had Stacey dress in her schoolgirl outfit, Toren liked to ?help? the girl 
with her lessons, or arrange some form of task during which Stacey, try as hard as 
she might, would fail, at which point her father would introduce the evening?s 
clever torments.   He had arranged evenings of entertainment around competing 
with Stacey at chess, or having her play on her flute.  Any minor fault resulted in 
Stacey?s being punished and humiliated, and of course as the girl became more 
and more distraught and her concentration wavered as a result of being stripped 
and tormented, her faults increased in frequency, as did the severity of her 
father?s retaliations.
Only a few days before the evening at Edward?s house, Stacey had cleared the 
dishes from dinner for her father.  Sven had been away that evening, and Toren 
had considered how best to spend the evening.  ?Stacey,? he pondered idly as he 
sipped the last of a glass of claret and watched his obedient daughter clear the 
table, ?It has been quite a long time since you practiced piano, hasn?t it??
Stacey froze where she stood bent slightly to pick up a plate.  She was by no 
stretch of the imagination an accomplished pianist, nor did she enjoy the 
instrument, and she practiced only when compelled to it.  Nor was it the only 
difficult task which her father required of her, consequently she had never 
become proficient.  She knew that an observed practice session would not go well 
and her lower lip betrayed her dismay as she responded, ?Not since a week or 
two, Sir, but I had been planning to play tomorrow, as I have quite a bit of 
homework to do this evening still for my classes tomorrow!?
?There?ll certainly be time for your homework after, Stacey,? smiled Toren 
cruelly, ?I?m sure you?ve been progressing in your playing recently, and I should 
like to hear a few pieces.  Now run upstairs, and quickly put on your uniform.  I 
want you in the study in five minutes, not a second more!?
Stacey bolted from the room, her eyes already welling slightly as she suppressed 
the tears which she felt forming.  Five minutes would have been sufficient to 
comfortably throw on her clothes, but she knew that her father?s way of dealing 
with her not starting the evening impeccably arrayed was even worse than the 
additional cruelty he would show her if he were made to wait beyond the time 
limit he set her.
Consequently, when she knocked and was admitted to her father?s study she was 
faultlessly groomed and uniformed, her short blond hair freshly brushed out, her 
body slightly perfumed, her underwear changed and subtle make-up applied.  
Tragically, but as Toren had expected, her preparations had cost her a good 
minute more than she had been allotted, and she was already flustered when she 
entered the room.
Toren glared at his beautiful daughter from the armchair where he sat nursing a 
glass of brandy.  She stood motionless before him, her hands clasped together 
before her submissively and looked down at the ground.  She was not one to 
fidget, even when alarmed, so she appeared stubbornly calm, an appearance her 
father would enjoy dispelling.   
?Did you not hear me say five minutes, little bitch, or did you just choose to 
ignore it?? queried her father in a idle, wondering tone, as if he considered her 
transgressions to be serious, but not something he was unaccustomed to or 
uncomfortable with dealing.  Stacey remained motionless rooted to the spot, and 
glanced up at her father for a moment.   She knew from experience that his using 
demeaning names for her was usually quickly followed by her being punished.
?The belt.? 
Toren held out his hand, and Stacey quickly reached down and undid the catch 
on her belt, opening it and pulling it out through the four loops in her skirt.  She 
tentatively held the thin leather strip out for her dad, who took it slowly from her 
hands, and holding the buckle in his right hand caressed the length of it, then 
tucked the loose end in his palm, doubling the belt into a wide loop.  He stood.  ?I 
can only surmise from your tardiness, that you are eager to become reacquainted 
with your belt, no Stacey?   Please remove your shoes, and push your socks down 
to your ankles.?
Her shoes off, Stacey, though a tall and lanky girl, was towered over even more by 
her father.  ?Lift your left leg up and back, bent at the knee, parallel to the 
ground, slut!?  Stacey did so, balancing precariously on one leg.  Toren swiped the 
belt down, catching Stacey?s creamy calf with the end of the loop.  The girl?s other 
leg trembled with the pain of the blow, and she involuntarily lowered her left leg 
to the ground gingerly, bending sideways away from the hurt leg.
Toren walked around his daughter, who panted from the sudden pain and from 
fear, evaluating his target.  ?Hands behind you, on your bum, palm outwards,? he 
ordered.  As she obeyed, Toren dropped the loose end of the belt, moved to the 
side of the standing girl and swung the belt in a wide arc bringing it down 
forcefully on the girl?s palms.  The belt made a muffled smack as it also struck her 
skirted rear and hip.
Toren felt a fine sense of elation and cruel control as he saw Stacey?s suppressed 
tears spring to her eyes.  ?Now perhaps you are ready to get down to the piano,? 
he said, casually swiping his meaty hand down across  the rear of her exposed 
right thigh below her skirt with a crisp smacking sound accompanied by an 
immediate pink blotching of her smacked white skin.  The force of the smack 
directed the girl towards the bench of a black, baby grand next to the bookshelf.
She moved towards the stool, a slight tentativeness to her gait from the still 
stinging treatment of her legs, and sat down before the keyboard.
?Scales,? demanded her father.  Stacey began playing simple scales to warm up.  
Her hands stung from the belt, and her fingers moved haltingly.   She 
concentrated, but this made the notes even more stark and indelicate.
?Stop!? commanded Toren.   Stacey froze, her hands on the keyboard.  She felt 
Toren collect her hair into a sheaf, and grasp it from behind her.  He then pulled 
her head back gently, stretching her torso back into an arch which thrust out 
Stacey?s chest.  Reaching around with one hand, Toren reached below Stacey?s 
green, school tie, and grasped the topmost button of her blouse, pushing the 
button out through the eyelet of the delicate cotton.   His finger ran down to the 
next button, just above her cleavage and also unbuttoned that. Similarly, he 
opened the button between her breasts, the one on her upper belly below her ribs 
and the one at her navel.  The front tail of the blouse stayed tucked primly in her 
skirt.  Releasing her hair, Toren used both hands to spread the open shirt wide, 
baring Stacey?s chest and exposing her soft white cotton bra cups.  Toren admired 
the gentle swell of his daughter?s tits, and the indentation made in the soft 
material covering them by her poky, ring-pierced, nipples.  He pushed the 
shoulders of her open shirt down over his daughter?s fine-boned shoulders onto 
her upper arms.  The school tie hung down between her breasts.
?Continue!? He ordered.  Stacey resumed her scales.   As she played, one part of 
her awareness was on her father?s movements as he retreated to sip again at his 
brandy and delight in watching his disheveled daughter play, her breasts tensing 
and moving in her brassiere as her hands moved over the keyboard.  This 
distraction did nothing to improve the quality of her playing, and he soon 
returned to her side.  Toren instructed the girl to continue her playing, such as it 
was, and while she attempted to concentrate she felt his hand reach behind her 
and pull out the back of her shirt from her skirt, then reach under and yank open 
the catch of her bra, which sprung open, the straps hanging elastically down her 
side as the cups clung loosely from her swaying globes.  
She hesitated for a moment as her father went to his desk, then quickly resumed 
playing as he sat next to her.  She felt, but couldn?t bring herself to look at, a slim 
wooden implement which Toren placed against the lower swell of both her 
precariously covered young boobs.  She knew it was a short, wooden slat, as she 
felt Toren snap it down on her left nipple and breast.  Toren watched his obedient 
daughter cringe as the inch-wide wood compressed her tit.  
?A nice game of bouncy-titty will help you concentrate on your timing, 
plaything!?  announced her father, as he began slapping Stacey?s breasts 
alternating  between them to the tempo of her playing.  No one blow was hard, 
but the cumulative effect on her hardening nipples and smacked tits was so 
strong that Stacey writhed as she attempted to play, twisting each breast away 
from the punishing instrument as soon as it was struck, and perversely thrusting 
the other out for its turn, as if her delicate breast was begging for its turn to be 
struck.  
Toren watched Stacey?s breast flesh dance under the ruler, and watched the cloth 
covering the globes creep slowly off them, one then the other sliding free of her 
now bare full white tits.  ?How nice of your tits to beg to be beaten on the bare!? 
he jibed at the girl.  ?Obedient bad-girl titties, they know what they need!?
Toren pulled the detached bra up onto his daughter?s upper chest and wrapped 
the tie around the undergarment securing it out of the way, then resumed 
slapping his daughter?s breasts, concentrating on the newly bared, creamy 
pendulous swell at the lower curve of each boob.
Stacey?s breasts soon took on an intense pink hue, and her father moved his focus 
up the globes to her nipples.  As he struck her unprotected left nipple with the 
wooden slat, the ring through the nipple compressed the hardened nub against 
the wood, and an intense pain shot through Stacey?s breast.   She simultaneously 
cried out and pulled away from the piano, using her hands to cover her breasts 
instinctively.
Whimpering, Stacey turned away from her father, cowering with her hands over 
her breasts.  Toren regarded his daughter with some amount of enjoyment, but at 
the same time, his goal being to prolong the girl?s torment, he didn?t want to 
cause her so much harm that she?d be unable to continue.  He decided to give her 
a moment to compose herself, and slowly rose and walked over to his glass lying 
on the desk.
After a very brief interval during which the girl quieted somewhat, Toren asked 
her to stand up.  Slowly, Stacey rose from the stool and stood behind the piano 
stool, facing the keyboard.  Toren walked over and seated himself in the armchair 
facing the piano, slightly to one side of his daughter.
?Take off the shirt, little bitch,? he commanded.  Stacey pulled the front of her 
blouse from her skirt, and slowly unfastened the remaining bottom button.  She 
slipped one long bare arm out of the blouse, then pulled the blouse around and 
off her other arm.  Toren held out his hand toward her.  She took two steps 
toward her father and handed him the soft blouse.  He took it from her.  Along 
with a delicate perfumed scent on the garment, Toren felt the girl?s warmth come 
off the recently shed blouse.
?Give me the bra and the tie as well.?  She unknotted the tie around her neck, and 
then, completing the baring of her upper torso, let her brassiere slide off her 
arms.  She handed these to her father as well.  He tossed the collected clothes on 
the floor next to his chair in an untidy heap.  
?Kneel on the piano stool, Stacey,? instructed Toren.  Stacey submissively turned 
and clambered onto the stool, her sock-clad feet pointed back at her seated 
father.  ?Hands on the top of the piano; bend over.?  She obeyed, bending forward 
at the waist to rest her torso on her outstretched arms.
Toren rose, and walked over to a sideboard.  From a drawer he extracted a bottle 
of clear viscous liquid, and walked over to the girl.  Slowly, so she could 
appreciate his movements, he poured baby oil from the bottle into his hands.  
Moving behind his daughter, he reached around her long narrow back, around 
her sides where her ribs delicately chiseled her form, till his slick warm hands 
came to rest cupping both her recently punished, reddened, breasts.  
His fingers began massaging her full globes, slickly pumping her swollen orbs 
from their wide base down to her long, stiff nipples.  These he teased and tugged 
at on each stroke of her boobs.
His fingers lingered on the downstroke on the narrow, silver rings through 
Stacey?s long nipples.  He hooked the tip of a finger through each one, and pulled 
gently, causing the girl?s nubs to stretch, thinning and lengthening with each tug.  
With each tug, also, Stacey?s upper torso bowed down towards the piano to ease 
the pressure on her boobs.  Her short pageboy-cut hair shifted forward slightly, 
brushing against and decorating her pale cheeks.  Toren pulled her tits lower, till 
Stacey?s face came within inches of the piano keyboard.  
Correspondingly, the girl?s rear protruded further as her torso lowered, and her 
skirt rode up exposing the smooth rear of her thighs.
?Ah, you?re trying to remind me that your little round arse hasn?t been attended 
to yet, aren?t you, little slut?
?Let?s give your red, smacked boobies some time to recover, shall we?  I?m sure 
there are other attractive areas on your ripe body which will help you with your 
musicianship,? commented Toren, with a cruel smirk.
One hand still plumping her tit, he stepped beside the girl and ran his free hand 
slowly up her soft, pale, naked thigh from just above her knee to where her gray 
pleated skirt draped over the swell of her buttocks.  He reached over and grasped 
Stacey?s belt from where it lay on the piano, and wrapped it around his hand, so 
that a foot-long tail dangled from it.  Stacey watched trembling, face forward but 
her glance directed sideways, as her father lazily swung back the belt, then let it 
lash across the rear of both her legs at her mid thigh.  The loud smack was 
followed by a long exclamation from Stacey, ?oooohhh? ow!? Her body rocked 
forward in response to the painful stinging at the back of her legs.  A slight, pink 
welt appeared on the rear of her smooth thighs.  Her father aimed his next stroke 
just above that line.
SMACK! ?Ow?. Ow?,? cried the girl as her father slashed the belt across her 
quivering rounded thighs twice in quick succession, causing Stacey?s resilient 
flesh to jounce and her legs to twist as she shifted her weight and attempted to 
ease the stinging.   Toren grasped the rear hem of Stacey?s uniform skirt, slowly 
lifting it halfway up Stacey?s pantied, rounded, out-thrust bottom.  He gazed 
satisfiedly at the prominent, twin, pale globes, thinly covered by a scant cotton 
slip of cloth.  SWISH? SMACK!  The belt landed across both pantied lower 
bottom-cheeks.  Stacey?s bottom quivered delightfully.  
?Such a chore, beating a nearly naked bad girl, don?t you think, Stacey??  Her 
father taunted the defenseless girl.  ?You will have to repay me for helping you 
with your lessons in a bit.  I think that your slutty tongue will have to work off 
some of your debt on my cock!?  
Stacey closed her eyes, fresh rebellious tears leaking from her lowered lids.  Her 
father lifted the skirt further, totally baring her rump, then grasped the panties, 
and jerked them up into her bottom crack, forcing the thin cotton to clearly 
outline the bent-over girl?s puffy cuntlips.  A short flick of the tail of the belt 
caught Stacey on the soft interior of her thighs, grazing her cunt as well and 
causing her to yelp sharply.  Her cry only served to inflame her father further, 
and he brought the belt down onto her now naked bottom cheeks three times 
sharply and quickly in succession.  Stacey panted and mewled under the lash, 
only to receive the belt?s punishment once again on the sensitive, plump area 
between her legs.
Toren stepped away from the whimpering, crying young lady bent over before 
him.
?Quickly, girl!? ordered Toren, ?Stand up, stand up!  Take the skirt off, that?s 
right??
Stacey fumbled with the button holding the skirt closed at her side, then 
unwrapped the front of her skirt, finally undoing the interior catch and letting the 
demure gray cloth slide off her body and hang limply in her hand.  She held the 
garment in before her.
?Back on the bench!?  Stacey clambered back onto the piano stool, staying 
upright, holding her skirt, dressed now only in brief white cotton bikini panties 
and white socks, her reddened chest and striped thighs on display.   Toren 
pushed his daughter?s neck towards the piano, causing her to place her hands on 
the piano top again, and lean over.  Her trim bottom spread as she bowed down.  
Toren introduced his hand under the rear waistband of her panties, and palmed 
her arse, kneading the resilient cheeks spreading beneath her thin panties.
?Now,? he instructed in a teasingly pleasant voice, ?play something lyrical for me.  
Don?t hurry the pace. Do remember, interpretation is very important for an 
artist!?
In her uncomfortable position leaning over the piano, Stacey could barely ensure 
she was hitting the right notes, much less control her interpretation, as she began  
a mediocre rendition of Brahms? Lullaby.  Her father contended himself the 
meanwhile with thoroughly feeling up her tensed backside beneath her 
undergarment, then slowly peeling the light panties down off her bottom, 
exposing his daughter?s pinkened arse fully to his delighted eyes.  
He feasted his gaze on the sight of the young, perfectly smooth, naked bottom, 
helplessly quivering before him, the resilient, pliant skin of his daughter?s 
backside cheeks? filling his kneading palm.  ?Tempo!? he commanded.  Stacey 
froze as she felt his hand quit her bottom for a moment.  He then accompanied 
his stern indication with a quick, smarting, staccato slap to one defenseless, 
naked bottom cheek.  Stacey?s bottom spread under the smack of his palm, then 
bounced back to its normal rounded prominence, showing only a slight pinkening 
of the skin.  
Toren liked to use his hand to spank his daughter?s bottom once he?d taken all her 
clothes off her.  He felt that the punishment was more humiliating and had more 
element of skin on skin contact than when he used an implement, as was his 
preference for the earlier phases of her punishment, when her skin would be 
covered, if only slightly, by her garments.   Also, with his bare hand, he always 
took time between smacks on her bum to pet and smooth the girl?s bottom, 
making occasional incursions between the spread cheeks of her bottom to tease 
and play with the rear of her puckered vaginal slit, while the abused girl writhed 
in shame and discomfort.  
This was precisely what he did now.  His hand smacked each cheek sharply in 
quick order, then his intruding fingers scraped softly the length of her cunt lips, 
from the sparsely haired front just behind her clit back to where the lips fattened 
and her vaginal opening let itself be gaped narrowly by his intruding index finger.  
He tugged at the rear of her slit, making it stretch backward and causing the girl?s 
rear to lift up, then swung his palm across her bottom with a resounding slap.  
Stacey?s whimpers accompanied the sounds of her spanking.
His free hand came up and grasped Stacey?s hanging tit, and squeezed the full 
morsel, as the hand behind her spanked her bottom repeatedly, keeping time 
with the music the girl was still attempting to play.  Stacey hesitated confusedly, 
as she her smarting backside attempted to sway out of the way of her father?s 
slapping palm, only to receive a intensely painful, strong smack to each cheek, 
and have her father order: ?Continue!?
Stacey played, whimpering as her father used one hand to maul her breast and 
the fingers of his other hand to push open her cunt and delve into her vagina, as 
he delighted in the jouncing of the palm and finger-marked globes of her bottom.  
Stubborn tears coursed Stacey?s delicate facial features, as her father gripped her 
nipple in a strong pinch, and, as he pulled at the distended delicate morsel, began 
scraping his fingernails over her naked arse, leaving delicate scratches on her 
already abused naked bottom. 
?If you?re not going to be a good musician,? he jeered with a ringing slap to his 
daughter?s arse, ?you?d better be a good little slut, instead, hadn?t you??  He 
grasped her short hair from behind and pulled her back until she was sitting on 
her haunches, face tilted high and breasts outthrust.  He lowered the zipper on 
his trousers, and commanded: ?Take out my cock, and show me how well you 
suck, little bitch!?
Stacey?s delicate long fingers reached into her father?s pants, encountering his 
warm, erect penis.  It was wet and slippery from the secretions excited from him 
toying with her, and she released it from the captivity of his garments.  It sprang 
up, pointing at her face, which she obediently brought down towards it, soft pink 
tongue extended.  Her tongue contacted the skin of her father?s penis, causing it 
to lurch towards her.   Her mouth opened and she placed her lips around the 
erection and let the cock slide into her mouth.   She closed her eyes.  Toren?s 
fingers came down and grasped his sucking daughter?s nipples and tugged, 
making her bend forward and sinking his cock deeper into her mouth.   
The girl felt her father?s tensed, hardened organ push back into her throat as her 
sensitive nipples were tugged forward by their embedded rings.  The salty 
secretions on her tongue and lips coated his cock slickly, attesting to the pleasure 
Toren got from punishing and abusing Stacey.   As she felt the penis start to make 
her gag, she pulled back, causing herself sharp pain in her imprisoned nipples.  
To keep her father from plunging too deeply into her throat, she needed to please 
the plump cockhead between her lips, so she laved it vigorously with her tongue, 
flicking repeatedly over the swollen, plump bulb just inside her mouth.   
She knew just how to work the tip of her tongue repeatedly over the little tense 
frenulum at the underside of a man?s penis.  She had learned these skills at the 
hands, literally, or sometimes the belts, of her father and brother, as each took a 
turn teaching the girl how they liked her to perform orally on them, while the 
other whipped and spanked her when she diverged from what most pleased 
them.   She?d learned how to create a vacuum with her cheeks and suck, then 
relax them and push herself forward, plunging the cock deeper into the warm wet 
recess of her mouth, while running her broadened, relaxed, tongue over the shaft 
as the cock glided into her mouth.
Toren watched delightedly his daughter?s pixie face busily suck his organ.  His 
free hand, the one which wasn?t pulling at her titties, smacked her bottom loudly, 
making her lurch forward and gag on his cock.  ?Move that slutty bottom of yours, 
little bitch!? he commanded, swatting her tautened bottom globes repeatedly.  
Stacey obeyed, letting her backside wag side to side as if dancing to a tune, or as if 
her father?s penis, hanging from her lips, were a flute she was playing delicately.  
Toren felt his balls swelling as he held his daughter by her fleshiest, most 
feminine parts, her breast hanging soft in one hand, while her hot, pinkened, 
dancing bottom filled his other palm.
?Suck it good, little bitch,? Toren growled, ?or I?ll make you practice some more 
on Sven as well when you?re done!   Do you think you need to suck your brother?s 
cock too?? he inquired mischievously, following up his taunt with a loud series of 
smacks to Stacey?s dancing bottom cheeks.
The girl moaned, ?owww?.,? through her mouthful of cock, as her bottom took 
on a deeper red hue with her father?s renewed assault.  
?You?re eager to have your mouthful of cream, aren?t you pet?  Well, not quite yet, 
I think there?s a bit more educating you need before you get to swallow your 
reward,? chided Toren.   Pulling Stacey?s mouth off his tensing organ by her hair, 
he guided the girl back onto her haunches, then ordered ?lie back, pet, on your 
back? legs up against your chest and apart? that?s it, hold your thighs.?  
Toren observed the lithe girl on her back with her knees pulled up to her chest, 
her legs spread and her exquisite, neatly, trimmed vulva presented at him.   With 
one hand on Stacey?s bottom cheek, he pulled the girl?s pelvis up towards his 
penis, the ran the plump slick head across her tender cunt lips, then slowly let his 
cock sink into his daughter?s soft, warm vagina to the hilt.  Stacey felt his big cock 
stretch her cunt as he started fucking her with long slow strokes, enjoying the 
feeling of being buried in his daughter?s cunt. 
?You?d better get nice and wet down there, and cream up that cock, or it?ll hurt 
that much more when it goes into your little arse next!? Toren said, smirking as 
he jammed his penis hard into the shaking girl repeatedly.  Again, he soon felt his 
cock starting to boil over, and pulled out.  Toren wanted to spare his daughter no 
indignity.  ?Turn over, on your knees!?  
Stacey obeyed.  She felt on hand clutch at her aching breast.  ?Spread your cheeks 
for me, slut!?  She reached back with both hands and pulled her stinging bottom 
cheeks apart.  Her father?s cock pressed against her anus, then, as his hand on her 
breast pulled her back towards him, the wide head started to push her open 
painfully.  Stacey moaned and cried out, but Toren persisted and his cock sank 
past her sphincter and pushed into her tender bottom, then began fucking her 
hard.  
Toren rode his daughter?s asshole punishingly feeling his belly slapping her small 
buttocks at the bottom of each stroke and her bottom clench at his cock at the 
top.  His free hand slapped her thrusting bottom repeatedly, and his daughters 
moans now came continuously.
Too soon, the stimulation crested, and Toren quickly pulled out, then brought his 
twitching cock to Stacey?s mouth.  ?Drink? he ordered, sinking his pulsing, cock 
into her mouth and releasing jet after jet of sticky cum onto her tongue.  ?Tongue 
out? he ordered, and as Stacey thrust her tongue from her mouth, continuing to 
rub it against his cockhead, he spurted her face and hair, white gobs settling on 
her innocent girlish cheeks and lips.  
Ashley closed her eyes momentarily, and tried to look away.  Edward observed 
her reaction, and came over to her. ?No, Ashley, you must observe Stacey?s 
punishment, it will be instructional for you as well.?  
?Boys,? he continued, glancing over to Sven and Ralph, ?please come here and 
ensure that Ashley watches, will you?  Use your creativity!?  He smiled.
Sven and Ralph walked over to Ashley, who shrank from them realizing that she 
was not to be left as a mere observer.  She watched the two grinning young men 
converge on her, as she heard a simultaneous smacking and a yelp from Stacey.  
Both boys stood by her side now, and Sven took immediate advantage of the 
occasion to begin to touch her, his hand gliding over the naked back of the dark 
beauty whose voluptuousness was fuller than the slim sexiness of his sister?s.
?What pretty big breasts you have,? commented Sven to Ashley, ?I think it?s time 
they came out to play, don?t you Ralph??  Her cousin responded, ?A capital idea; 
Ashley?s breasts are quite sensitive, and we can use them to ensure that she 
watches the proceedings? we wouldn?t want her to miss any part of her 
education!?
Sven?s hands came up to the straps on Ashley?s shoulders and quickly pulled 
them down her arms, freeing her large breasts of their covering.  His palm 
immediately cupped the nearer bare breast and squeezed it.  Simultaneously, 
Ralph also grasped the breast closer to him, though he handled it gently.  His 
other hand reached behind Ashley and pulled the back of her dress up, then 
slipped below the hem and palmed her thin panty clad bottom cheek.
Ralph commented almost casually to Sven, ?Ashley responds well to a balanced 
grip; one hand on her boobs and another on her naughty arse.?  Sven copied 
Ashley?s cousin and his hand went under her thin garment and also palmed the 
warm soft arse-cheek nearest him.  He took the opportunity to pinch the taut 
flesh of her bottom, making Ashley squirm.   Meanwhile, Sven?s hand squeezed 
the full globe of Ashley?s breast roughly.  While her cousin?s touch was more of a 
caress, Sven was accustomed to manhandling girls and Ashley shuddered as the 
boy?s strong hands coursed over her flesh brusquely. 
Sven grabbed her pointed nipple hard, and at the same time his hand intruded 
into her panties, pushing them down and off one cheek of her bottom so that his 
palm could smack her plump cheek smartly before grabbing it and squeezing. 
Ralph meanwhile ordered Ashley to pull her dress up in front, and the she 
obeyed, baring her lower belly and her delicate panties, which Sven immediately 
pulled down until they bunched at her upper thighs, baring her delicate pubic 
fluff to the boys? eyes and hands.   ?Nice pouty pussy!? whispered Sven to the girl, 
using his fingers to rake through her sparse pubic curls, then pinch her nether 
lips between a thumb and forefinger and trace the contours of her cunt lips.
Ashley squirmed as the boy toyed with her genitals, trying to thrust her hips back 
and away from his teasing fingers on her pussy, only to have Ralph?s hand on her 
rump pinch and grip her arse tightly, pushing her mound forward towards Sven?s 
marauding hand.  Ralph encouraged Ashley to push her hips forward with a 
series of regular smacks to her denuded bottom.
?We can?t have those big, bare, nipples drying out now, Ashley,? crooned Ralph, 
as he dipped his head towards her heaving large bare bosom, and brought his 
mouth down on the wide circumference of her brownish areola and the thick 
nipple in its middle and began sucking her booby.
As Ashley tossed her brown mane of hair side to side and struggled softly, the 
boys both gave suck to her big naked breasts, competing in working her turgid 
nipples and bouncing her tits with their faces.   Nor did they ignore the poor girl?s 
midriff as her bottom crack was forced open by an intruding hand to get at the 
rear of her vaginal cleft, while another hand stroked her ever slipperier clitoris 
and the gentle folds of girl flesh of her cunt.   
The boys tormented her nipples with their teeth causing Ashley to moan and jerk 
rhythmically, and Sven timed a particularly rough bite on the erect bud in his 
mouth with a strong resounding smack to the girl?s soft round posterior.  Ashley 
responded to the stinging smacks to her butt by writhing and trying to distance 
her bottom from the boys? kneading hands, with the result that she mashed her 
squirming tits into the young men?s eager mouths, her pillowy breasts pushing at 
the boys? rough cheeks as they tongued her hardened nipples. 
The boys? explorations of her pussy and arse while they mouthed her soft bosom 
was interrupted by a sharp yelp from Stacey across the room.  Sven and Ralph 
looked up from Ashley?s slick breasts to glance across to where the interruption 
had come from.  Ashley, whimpering, also looked over.
Stacey had been made to lie back over a small ottoman in the center of the room.  
Her wrists had been tied back over her head, the cords reaching to the legs of the 
low chair.  Similarly, her ankles were also secured to the chair?s other legs.  Her 
body arched back tautly, her shirt still pulled up to bare her breasts, and her 
shorts had now been hauled down to bunch at her thighs, causing her flat bare 
belly to arch into the air, lightly fluffed mound held high.  
At her side, Toren and Edward had pulled comfortable low armchairs in which 
they sat, each at either side of the bound girl.  Ashley gasped as she saw that 
Toren held a long riding crop.  Toren spoke as he caressed the helpless girl?s 
flanks with the whip.
?Ever the willful creature, my dear Stacey!   Are you not ashamed to be on display 
with your pussy high up in the air, legs splayed out, your cunt easily reachable by 
a hand,? he caressed her tender slit with one hand, ?or instrument of discipline??
As he said that, he let the crop whistle down onto her inner thigh right at the 
juncture of the girl?s pussy lips and the creamy skin of the inside of her leg.   
Stacey silently spasmed, thrusting her body high in the air, only to meet at the 
limit of her bonds her father?s whip smacking down on one nude, nipple-ringed 
breast which compressed under the whip, Stacey?s tit flesh wrapping lovingly 
around the springy leather rod.  The girl mewled plaintively, only to have her 
other breast treated equally brutally by her punisher, in turn receiving the 
attention of the smacking crop.
Stacey?s bound form began acquiring a series of pink welts as her father smacked 
her girlish body with his implement.   Her thighs became patterned with criss-
crossing marks.  Her body writhed and danced to the tune of her whipping.  
?Edward,? commented Toren, ?would you be so kind as to help me?  If you could 
just hold our rebellious filly?s breasts up high, so I can whip the delicate 
undersides of those globes for her, it would be most helpful!
Edward responded, ?Boys, please bring me Stacey?s tit leash, so we can pull them 
high.  Also, Ashley, come here.  You can help us.  Bring the leash!?
Ashley was released by the two boys, and was made to shuffle, her panties at mid-
thigh hobbling her, and made to carry the leash over to her father.   He indicated 
for her to kneel next to Stacey?s bound form, and ordered her to clip the leash to 
the girl?s nipple rings.  
Ashley was made, for the first time, to handle another girl?s breasts, as she took 
each nipple ring and turned it up and clipped the leash on to it.   She shuddered 
as she felt the soft, plump flesh, so much like her own, against her hands, and as 
the stiff nipples pushed imploringly into her fingers, as if wanting to be shielded 
from the torment they knew awaited.   Ashley?s own breasts ached 
sympathetically for the young thing she was being made to prepare for 
punishment.
Edward took the leash from Ashley, and used it to pull Stacey?s nipples up until 
her breasts elongated forming cones pointing straight up from her chest, her 
nipples distended and lengthened.  Edward then ordered, ?Ashley, you will keep 
the bottom of Stacey?s breasts well lubricated for the whip.  Use your tongue and 
make them good and moist.?
Ashley leaned forward and Sven, with evident appreciation for Ashley?s big 
breasts, attached a palm to her dangling naked boob and milked the girl?s plump 
tit, as her tongue began washing over the creamy expanse of Stacey?s distended 
breasts.
When these had been licked until they glistened, Sven used his grip on Ashley?s 
tit to pull her back till she sat on her haunches.    Toren, who had exchanged the 
crop for a thin leather belt, swung it sharply into the undersides of Stacey?s 
boobs.   The leather smacked back and forth over the girl?s wet flesh with 
resounding moist smacks, each accompanies by a whimper from the bound girl.  
Stacey?s head tossed from side to side in time with the rhythmic fall of the strap 
on her boobs.  Where the leather strap contacted the girl?s flesh, it slowly dried 
the skin under it, and Ashley was forced to again lean forward to lave the now 
hot, reddened, skin of Stacey?s painful breasts, her saliva balming the poor girl?s 
punished tits.  
As she leaned forward and licked, and Sven roughly mauled her breasts, she felt a 
hand cup her rearward thrusting, naked, pussy mound.   The hand delved 
between the soft lips, pulling her cunt open.  Edward observing Ashley?s swaying 
backside and the violation of her pussy, smiled, ?Ashley wouldn?t want us to let 
the strap get cold while she attends to our little minx here, would she?  Let?s keep 
it supple!?
Ashley heard the strap whistle through air behind her and then jumped at the 
sharp, hot, smack as it slapped across her own soft, defenseless , outthrust 
bottom.   The hand between her legs clutched her pussy harder, and the thumb 
intruded into her vagina. The strap smacked her other bottom cheek even harder 
than its companion.  Ralph?s hand, which she recognized from the way he liked to 
milk her pussy, freely explored her plump vulva, while Sven?s squeezed her tit 
and pulled at her nipples, his hand alternating from one plump teat to the other.   
The leather strap landed hard on her rear end repeatedly, stinging her arse and 
making her bottom sway and contract delightfully.  She strove to quickly wet 
Stacey?s breasts so the men would stop spanking her, panting while her tongue 
washed the other girl?s breasts.  Stacey meanwhile, moaned and whimpered at 
the relief of the soft tongue on her burning boobs.  A hand on her head pushed 
her face into Stacey?s soft breast forcing Ashley?s rear higher, where a hand 
caressed her nether cheeks casually before resuming strapping her buttocks 
sharply.   Ashley now whimpered into the other girls? soft flesh as she felt the 
burning sensation in her bottom bloom and heat, and the hand in her cunt dig 
deeper and open her wider.
?Such a good position for our little American slut,? commented her Uncle, 
?Perhaps later we?ll have to let her show us some of her capabilities on a man, 
won?t we??
Edward put his hand on Ashley?s shoulder and pushed her back, to recommence 
Stacey?s tit-whipping.  This time, Toren unclipped his daughter?s breasts from the 
leash, letting the reddened morsels relax and settle high on her chest.   He then 
brought the lash down smartly across the crest of his daughter?s breasts, sending 
a strong ripple through her flesh.  Again the strap fell across the whimpering girls 
tender boobs.  
Ashley leaned back on her haunches, as the boys tipped her back so her own 
breasts thrust out.  She looked down, horrified, at her own breasts thrusting 
generously forward towards the man cruelly welding the whip, and realized how 
tempting a target she also presented, only moments before she saw Toren glance 
at her nude chest, draw his arm back, and let fly the thin leather strap at her 
heavy, full right tit, where the leather smacked into with a loud retort, causing her 
breast to compress around the edges of the strap, and bounce high.  Ashley 
shrieked, only to feel her other tender titty receive its own smack.  
Sven leaned down to her ear, and murmured lovingly into it, ?Bring those big 
nipples to attention for us, Ashley, so we can give them a good strapping!?  As he 
said this his hand reached out to one of her nipples and pinched it strongly, then 
tugged at it, causing her tender bud to tense up and harden.  His hand released 
her nipple and Toren accurately lashed it with the end of the strap.   As Sven used 
his fingers on her other nipple, Ralph ordered Ashley to spread her knees and 
used his hand to caress her inner thighs and her pussy.  Her other, now turgid, 
nipple was released, and the strap again flew at her striking the dark, hard nipple 
painfully.   Ashley?s puffed up breasts felt hot and glowing, with a dull superficial 
burning sensation diffused over their surfaces, and twin points of sharp pain 
concentrated on her lashed tit-tips.
The full globes of Ashley?s tits bore a pair of pink stripes apiece, crossing 
accurately at her wide, dark, now hardened nipples.  Ralph?s free had reached 
behind the frightened girl to the rear of her cunt, splitting the soft moist flesh and 
sinking three fingers into her body.  One hand held the front of her pussy, the 
fingers caressing her clitoris indolently, while his other busied itself with her 
vaginal opening.    
Toren turned to his prone daughter and lashed her naked flat belly, once, twice, 
leisurely, working his way back up towards the girls breasts.   At the same time 
Sven used his open palm to slap Ashley?s out-thrust tit crisply, bringing his palm 
across her boob from the outside-in, and causing the accommodating girl-flesh to 
flatten and swing in on her chest, then obediently arc back for more ?treatment.?   
Sven watched Ashley?s heavy boobs pendulum back and forth gleefully as he 
slapped one, waited for the lovely writhing to quiet, then smacked the other,
Arranged in a pleasing symmetry at either diagonal corner of the carpet, each 
draped respectively over the other girl?s guardian?s lap, the two girls lay in 
identical postures, for the moment quietly.  Stacey?s tight little shorts lay rumpled 
beside her, and her panties rested bunched just below her prominent bared 
bottom.   In the other corner, Ashley?s full prominent backside lay bared, a 
handprint reddening on her fair skin.  Ashley?s lacy white panties lay in the 
corner across the room, where they?d earlier been pulled off the girl.  Her long 
legs stretched behind her.
Mr. Dunnes? hand rested lightly on Ashley?s naked arse, squeezing the full cheeks 
freely.
?
Holding Edward?s cock in her hand gingerly, Stacey leaned forward from her 
knees and brought her tongue delicately to the sticky tip, collecting the aroused 
man?s pre-cum in her mouth.  His cock throbbed in her fingers.  Her large, blue, 
eyes looked up imploringly at the man standing before her, as she began slowly 
swirling her tongue over his enlarged glans.  After every circuit of her tongue over 
the tip of his member, she brought her lips down to cover it and suckle the fluids 
that the pleasure of her mouth was eliciting from him.  After four or five circuits 
of this nature, her tongue and lips working over his cockhead, a shiny wetness 
began to collect on her small rounded chin, decorating Stacey?s angelic face.  
Edward was enjoying the sight of the teen-ager innocent girlish face collecting his 
sperm.  To heighten the effect, he placed his palm on the back of the girl?s head, 
and holding her still, let his cock pull away from her sucking lips and glide over 
her cheek and nose, streaking her face further before returning his penis to the 
care of her mouth and tongue. 
Chapter 15.  Final. A New Life
Edward gets Ashley a job in Rome living with a writer.  Final indignities, 
including double penetration fucking.  Ashley is told to deliver the photoalbum 
to her new employer.
Swat on a Hot Teen Youth
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