ENF CMNF CFNF story – Rich girl discovers her humiliation fetish

A classic from the original site, now restored and properly-formatted. In this story by Emma No Knickers, a grown woman is humiliated by her best friend’s teenage boyfriend and finds she craves more.

…when I finally begged to be stripped he was going to give me ten more with his favourite instrument. He exclaimed how he thought of having a twenty-five-year-old woman like me under his control was his dream come true especially as I was a “rich bitch” as he put it. My ordeal was becoming more shameful by the minute but I could not protest and couldn’t believe I was so willing to go along with their obscene game.

The humiliating training of Emma (Part 1) by Emma No Knickers

My boyfriend (James) has always said I was a spoilt brat and always got my own way and, to be honest, I had him wrapped around my little finger. My parents were quite well off and I usually got what I wanted. I still manage to get what I want now but, unfortunately, my bum has to pay for it. My downfall to a “naughty little schoolgirl” began in the most unbelievable of circumstances and it was far from a private affair.

During the summer, we went to stay with my best friend (Sharon) in Cornwall who had got herself a holiday job down there. After a long drive, we arrived at her small rented cottage and I was surprised to find she had found herself a boyfriend who was staying with her. I was even more surprised to find out he was only eighteen years old (Sharon is twenty-three and I am twenty-five) and he was the typical beach bum type. He seemed to undress me with his eyes as he was introduced as Greg and he said leeringly how he was pleased to meet a “posh bird like me” and was looking forward to seeing me on the beach. I blushed in embarrassment and I was thankful when he invited James to go to the pub with him and Sharon and I were left to catch up on old times together.

Sharon was always a bit more adventurous than me and had her fair share of boyfriends but Greg was not the usual type; she normally went for older guys with money. She shocked me by saying how she was just using his body for a while and actually made me blush with some of the things she said they got up to. The cottage was quite small and for some reason we were given the bedroom that had a walk-in wardrobe with all Sharon and Greg’s clothes in. That night, just as we were getting ready for bed, the bedroom door opened and in walked Greg. I was sat on the bed stark naked and he never even blinked.

“Don’t mind me,” he smiled and proceeded to get something to wear for tomorrow. James just laughed at me sat with my mouth open in shock and told me to relax—we were on holiday.

The next day Sharon had to work and I and James spent the day on the beach. I had bought a new swimsuit and James took great pleasure in embarrassing me by telling me that he could see quite a lot of my pubes where it was riding up between my legs as I moved. I spent most of the day adjusting the material both back and front as it pulled between my bum-cheeks. In the evening we all went out for a drink and after a few pints, James laughingly told Greg about my costume. They all thought it was very amusing and Greg humiliated me more by offering to give my bush a little trim when we got back.

When we did get back to the cottage we had a few more drinks and Greg picked up a pair of scissors and announced: “It is time for the lady’s haircut.”

Sharon and James grabbed me and laid me on the floor and although I was a little drunk I didn’t seem able to protest as my skirt was pulled around my waist. All I could feel was the cool air between my legs as he knelt on the floor. Sharon and my so-called boyfriend were in hysterics as he moved my panties to one side and began to clip away. I was powerless to resist and I even stayed there when Sharon and James let me go. After a couple of minutes, he proclaimed me “all done” and then I was told to go and put on my swimsuit for them all to see. Meekly I walked upstairs and put it on; I seemed to be hypnotised to behave in this absurd fashion.

Back downstairs I had to stand in front of each of them to see if they could see any stray pubic hair sticking out of my costume. Greg then walked up to me and took hold of the sides of my swimsuit; with both hands he almost lifted my feet off the ground as he pulled it up hard between my legs.

“That’s better,” he confirmed and then once more got the scissors to finish off properly, he said.

After being told to remain like that for the rest of the night and being made to fetch the drinks for everyone, at last it was time for bed. Despite the ridiculous ordeal I had just undergone I was incredibly randy.

The fact was not unnoticed by my boyfriend and he took me on my knees across the bed much more forcefully than usual. A short while later he was screwing me again and he talked to me about what had just happened. Sex was usually quite boring and with slow gentle thrusts he had me really worked up.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you,” he teased. “Greg knows how to put you in your place,” he carried on. With a feeling of excitement like I had never known before I agreed and as I screamed to the best orgasm of my life. James told me that things were going to be different from now on.

At breakfast, they had me blushing again when Sharon said it was obvious that I had enjoyed myself last night. My whole personality seemed to have changed and I was no longer the aloof snob who was above everyone but a meek mannered little girl under the control of my so-called friends. Unfortunately for me things were going to get a lot worse and decidedly more painful.

In the pub that night, Greg started a conversation about the role of a girlfriend and it was full of arrogant sexist rubbish like all men dream of. He went on to suggest that men should put the girl over their knee for a spanking once in a while to keep her in her place. Then looking at me he said that he had read about some women who actually liked the sensation of a “smacked bum”. Before I could speak, they had decided to test Greg’s theory out and I was promised a spanking instead of a haircut when we got back to the cottage. He carried on the conversation by saying how his uncle has a large collection of “spanking magazines” in his shed and Greg had been reading them for a good few years. James shocked me by saying how he would love to see some of them and perhaps Greg should get some so they could get some ideas on what to do with me later. They both went off like over-excited schoolboys to get some and I was left alone with Sharon. She commented on how I had changed and she couldn’t believe the way I was allowing all this to happen to me. For some unknown reason I found myself justifying my acceptance by saying you only live once and you should try everything at least once. I don’t know if I convinced myself let alone her as my mind raced with the thought of what I had let myself in for.

They arrived home with a huge box and proceeded to sit for about half an hour reading through them, making lewd comments to each other about a particular model’s various attributes. I sat numb listening to “look at the state of her arse”, “she’s gorgeous”, “a lovely pair of tits” and such like as Sharon went in the shower.

When she came downstairs she sat expectantly on the sofa and announced: “Come on then, give Emma a smacked bum, I’ve got work in the morning”—so much for best friends. Greg then asked James what he thought I should wear and suggested that I put my swimsuit on. Sharon then piped up “I’ve got a really brief bikini she can wear” and they all agreed. The bitch was looking forward to this as much as the boys. She led me upstairs to change and she was right—the bikini was minuscule. At the back, there was just a strip of material between my bum-cheeks and the top only just covered my nipples.

The first thing Greg said when I got downstairs was how he should get the scissors as some of my pubes were showing again. Thankfully, Sharon said we didn’t have time and actually led me over her boyfriend’s knee. I felt absolutely ridiculous laid over an eighteen-year-old’s knee waiting to be spanked like a four-year-old and in front of other people as well. The first smack seemed to bring me back to stark reality—what the hell was I doing here. As the slaps continued, I felt I would die of the utter humiliation I was going through and how had I got myself into this.

Greg gloated triumphantly that this was fantastic putting a posh snobby bitch over his knees and showing who was boss. James joined in saying how it was about time I was brought down a peg or two and I could feel a tear of absolute shame roll down my cheek. I started to wriggle and squirm across his knee and he took hold of my arm behind my back to hold me still. The smacks echoed through the room and the pain was soon building up.

“Come on put some effort in,” Sharon egged her boyfriend on. He gave me a few much harder slaps and then exclaimed that he thought I needed something more than his hand to see if I really liked it.

I was told to stand against the wall and even had to put my hands behind my neck while they decided what was next for my bum. Sharon and Greg went on a “hunt” for things to use and James came to stand beside me.

“This is a turn up for the books,” he whispered. “We have found a way to treat you haven’t we, this will keep you in line from now on,” and with that, he gave me a hard smack himself. The whole situation was diabolical as they sat and discussed the merits of each item they had come across. The first one was a slipper and with me bent over with my hands on knees and my bum stuck out Greg gave me ten whacks with it. Before the last one I could feel my bikini top fall away from my boobs and to be honest I am not very big up there and the top was a little loose on me.

Without thinking to adjust it as soon as Greg said stand up I was reaching to rub my bottom. I could feel my breasts give a little jiggle as I rubbed my bum and realised they were all grinning at me. Sharon came and unfastened the top and took it from me.

“Looks like you don’t need this bit,” she laughed and then as she sat back down Greg said he wondered how long the bottoms would last.

He then really made me gasp with humiliation as he said to the other two that they should have some fun with me and see if they could smack my bum until I begged them to take off my bikini bottoms. James thought it was a brilliant idea and before I could contemplate the embarrassing implications of such a demeaning proposition I was again bent over waiting for more torment. This time I was touching my toes and a plastic cooking spatula had been chosen. The first smack took me by surprise, as it was much more painful than the slipper. Over the next few, the mortifying choice went through my mind: suffer the pain or the shame. At the end of my ten, my bum was really beginning to hurt and once again I gave them a good view of my jiggling boobs as I vigorously rubbed my behind.

Now I had to kneel on the floor on my hands and knees for the next implement. Greg mockingly grabbed hold of my bikini. “Still want to retain your modesty,” he taunted. At this particular moment, I could not think of a more immodest ordeal. I was shown a leather belt by Greg who dangled it in front of my face.

“Let’s see if I can persuade you to show us your pussy,” he laughed openly.

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