I began to really beg him now just to strip me and look at whatever he wanted; I even began to cry that this was not fair as I had done everything and more that he had asked.
“That’s quite a tantrum Emma,” he mocked and I realised what a spectacle I was making of myself—he really had me behaving like a naughty little girl. I was left to sob and snivel as I was told to stop crying and to ask to be stripped when I was ready. Greg went to sit next to Sharon and I was dismayed to actually hear her congratulate him.
“I can’t believe what you’ve reduced her to, anyone would think she was five, not twenty-five,” she laughed. James continued and said how I would be a different person from now on and he would be using a similar approach to ensure I behaved myself. I was told to go and wash my face just like a five-year-old and despite my acute humiliation I still needed to finish my ordeal.
Greg asked me if I had anything to say and I repeated that I wanted him to strip me. He then asked me what he was going to do to me when I was naked and after hesitating, I replied: “You’re going to smack me with the ruler.”
“Where?” he asked and I looked at the floor and mumbled “between my legs.”
“You mean your pussy,” he mocked me even more and I was made to say “Yes, my pussy.”
He was sitting like the cat that got the cream and he wasn’t ready to let me go yet. “Do you deserve it?” he asked. Again I had to say yes and a little giggle from Sharon greeted my answer.
“Do you want it?” he continued to mock me and I knew I had to carry on this cruel charade. I was beginning to get angry at the way he was extracting every possible ounce of humiliation from me and pleaded with him to get it over with.
“On your knees!” he barked and the sudden change in the tone of his voice made me shiver; I was made to shuffle towards him.
He told me to ask him very politely to strip me and smack my pussy. I couldn’t believe how much Sharon was enjoying my shame as she had a look of intense satisfaction on her face.
“Please, will you strip me and smack my pussy,” I said in my most pleading voice possible.
“I think after I have took the trouble to teach you some manners you should at least call me sir,” he said amusingly.
With another giggle from Sharon I put the word sir in my request. The bastard was still determined to make me grovel beyond belief as I was told to see if my boyfriend had any objection to me having my pussy smacked. I had to crawl over to him and even he didn’t seem to have any sympathy for my never-ending torment.
“Please will you let Greg strip me and smack my pussy,” I said not recognising the words that came out of my mouth.
“Well he has certainly brought you to your knees, he may as well finish the job,” and he was joined by Sharon and Greg in laughter.
I was made to crawl back to the middle of the room and this time he told me to ask Sharon for her permission.
“Please, can your boyfriend strip me and smack my pussy,” I was on automatic pilot as I spoke the most embarrassing words of my life.
She clapped her hands in amazement and said how she couldn’t believe what she was seeing; she even asked Greg if he had put something in my drinks. Greg told her that he had read in one of those magazines how the humiliation of a grown woman receiving a spanking or such like could be a powerful emotion and some women find it a huge turn on. She asked me incredulously if I was enjoying all this and I could only stammer that I didn’t know. James said it was blatantly obvious that I was relishing this kind of treatment and Greg had certainly found which of my buttons needed pressing so to speak. Greg reached down and squeezed my nipple.
“James is right, you love it, don’t you,” again I could only reply that I didn’t know.
I was grateful when Greg told me to stand up and since I had asked like a good little girl, he would take my bikini bottoms off for me. I don’t know how my legs held me up as he slowly pulled them all the way down to my ankles. I was then led to the table and knew what position I had to adopt; in slow motion I lay across the table and bring my legs up to my chest, with a deep breath I open my knees as far as I can. I was shaking with shame as Greg sat in front of my splayed open legs.
“Well that’s quite a view,” as if he was congratulating me.
Sharon and James came to have a close look and then they even moved the chairs so that they were all sat gazing right inside me. He began to give me some very light smacks with the ruler on the insides of my legs and still he was determined to make me ask him to continue his actions. All I could say was “please” as the ruler got nearer and nearer my sex. A few light smacks sent shock waves through me and I groaned in abandoned lust.
I was entering a world of my own when the giggling voice of Sharon chimed out “My god Emma even your bum hole is open” and I shook with unbelievable arousal at my complete humiliation. I did not care if I could look them in the face in the morning; all I cared about was having the most fantastic orgasm in my life for the second day in a row.
Soon I was moaning and gasping for Greg to do it harder and faster and for once he did as I wanted and skilfully brought me to a shattering orgasm. My whole body shook on the table and I clenched my hands between my legs tight against my pussy.
“You cruel bastards,” I sobbed and to their delight I used my own fingers to continue my climax. I didn’t notice Greg and Sharon disappear but I saw James undressing and could only lay limply as he used my open sex to satisfy himself.
I stayed in bed the following day and couldn’t bear to face them but around lunchtime Sharon came into the room. She had a large jar of “after Sun” cream and proceeded to pull the sheets off me. She grinned that she knew it was not sunburn but thought this would help. I could only remain still as she soothed the beautiful cream into every nook and cranny of my body. Soon Greg and James walked in and it seemed irrelevant that I was completely naked with my best friend rubbing cream around my pussy. Greg asked how I was and leaned over and kissed me and then in front of their eyes again I was brought to orgasm promising to let them do it all over again.
Why did Sharon keep her clothes on? She should have been stripped and spanked like her friend too. What a waste of clothing.
Part 2 please
Part 2 please