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It was
after 2 pm by the time the four of us returned from our conquest of Brooks
Mountain. The three women, Debbie, her younger sister Rachel, and my Mother in
Law (Jane) were all busy in the kitchen. As we entered the ranch house all
three turned their attention to us.
Debbie
zeroed in on me. “And where have you been, young lady?”
I hated
when she spoke down to me like that, especially considering she was only a
couple of years older, at the most, than my 29 years.
“I hiked up
Brooks Mountain with the men,” I responded, feeling a little more confident
than I normally did in these situations.
“And did
you behave yourself?” enquired my Mother in Law.
Darn, that
was a tricky question. I felt like asking her to define ‘behave yourself’, but
knew I would be setting myself up for trouble.
I decided
to try and play it safe. “I did what I was told, and kept out of trouble.”
My Mother
in Law looked at me suspiciously, and then turned to her husband.
“She was a
model Daughter in Law,” Ben responded somewhat cryptically.
My Mother
in Law could smell a rat, and she was not about to let matters lie.
“Shall I
try being a little more specific,” my Mother in Law persevered, “ Did you take
your clothes off in front of the men?”
I gulped.
“Sort of. But only because…”
“Yes or
No?” my Mother in Law interrupted.
I dropped
my bottom lip, and looked down at my feet.
“Yes,
Ma’am.”
“Did you
let the men touch you?”
“Yes,
Ma’am.”
“Did you
orgasm in front of the men?”
Was this woman
psychic or what? Or perhaps she just knew me too well.
“Yes,
Ma’am.” I blushed with shame at this admission, and silently prayed that she
would not ask me if I had given them a blowjob. Fortunately her crystal ball
must have fogged over when I pulled that stunt.
“Take off
your clothes,” my Mother in Law directed.
I cheekily
wondered why I had bothered to put my clothes back on in the first place. I
could have saved myself the trouble of having to undress again. However,
without comment or hesitation I quickly undressed, and was soon standing before
everyone totally naked
“Now go and
get the hairbrush.”
I grimaced,
and my cockiness very quickly dissipated. My backside remembered only too well
the pain inflicted by a walloping from the hairbrush. Silently I shuffled off,
and then remembered I had no idea where to find the hairbrush. I therefore had
to suffer the ignominy of returning to the group and asking where I could find
it. Having been redirected to the bedside cabinet in Debbie’s room, I fetched the
solid wooden hairbrush. It felt heavy in my hand and I could see why it
inflicted so much pain. As I walked back to the group I was sweating with
anxiety, and fearful of being spanked again on my still tender and bruised
buttocks.
With
reticence I held out the hairbrush to hand it to my Mother in Law, but she just
stared at me, one hand on her hip.
“Good girl.
Now brush that hair of yours, you look a mess.”
For a
moment I frowned at her, then when I heard the others giggling I could not help
but give a small grin of relief. I obligingly brushed the knots out of my long
blond hair.
“I suppose
you hoped I was going to punish you?” my Mother in Law enquired, partly in
jest.
“No,
Ma’am,” I blushed
“Well you
are going to be punished.” She retorted
The grin
was well and truly wiped off my face.
“I am,
Ma’am?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yes, you
are….but not right now. We have something very special planned for you
tonight.”
I gulped,
“What is it you have planned, Ma’am?”
“You will
find out in good time. In the meantime we had better get you ready. We will
start by making sure those pubes of yours are shaven nice and smooth. Come
closer girl.”
I stepped
in very close to my Mother in Law.
“Open your
legs,” she requested
Opening my
legs was always a degrading experience for me but I did not hesitate to obey.
Jane then reached down and ran her hand over my shaven pubic region
“Have you
shaved around your cunt?”
“As best as
I can, Ma’am,” I blushed in response
“Let me
feel. Open your legs wider.”
I readily
obeyed, soaking up the humiliation like a drug.
“I hope I
am not going to find you wet?”
“I hope you
are not, also.” I responded truthfully. I suspected if I was not wet I was
certainly at least at the puffy stage of arousal.
My Mother
in Law ran her fingers over my labia, then repeated the exercise several more
times. Despite myself, my body began to react. I tried to stifle a low groan of
pleasure, and bent my knees outwards to give my Mother in Law better access. I
stared deep into her eyes as she fondled me.
Just as I
was starting to pant in short breaths she withdrew her hand, and again I
groaned, but this time in frustration.
“I think
you are definitely wet now, my dear,” smiled my Mother in Law.
“I think I
definitely am, Ma’am,” I responded in short gasps
“You need
to be shaven. I want you as bald as a baby’s bum.”
“Yes,
Ma’am,” I blushed at having such a personal function openly discussed in front
of the three men.
“Debbie
will take you into bathroom and shave you,” added my Mother in Law.
I opened my
mouth in horror
“But,
Ma’am, I am very capable of shaving myself,” I pleaded.
“I want you
especially clean for tonight, and to achieve that you need some help. Now run
along dear and don’t argue the point with me as I think you know what the
result will be,” chastised my Mother in Law.
I hung my
head and knew better than to argue, despite how degrading it would be to have
someone shave my private parts. Without uttering a word I turned and departed
for the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of Debbie as I passed, and I was not
surprised to see she was grinning like the cat that just found the cream.
Once in the
bathroom I closed the door, and briefly considered locking it. But I knew I
would have to come out eventually and the consequences would be far worse than
I already faced. Therefore I just stood, naked, in the centre of the bathroom
and waited.
For an
eternity I stood silently and waited. I desperately wanted to pee, but was
hesitant to relieve myself. Finally I could wait no longer and sat on the
toilet. The urine had just started to flow when the door swung open and there
stood Debbie. I felt mortified. I had always been a very private person when it
came to using the toilet. I would not even go to the toilet in my own bathroom
if my husband, Michael, were present. I found it embarrassing, and could never
relax enough to do the task.
To make
matters worse, Debbie’s husband, John, and young Troy had a clear view of me
squatting on the toilet from where they were standing. I tried to stop peeing
but I was beyond the point of shutting it off as I had such a full bladder.
“Close the
door,” I hissed at Debbie, then added, “Please!”
She seemed
to take an eternity to step into the bathroom, and slowly closed the door. But
not before John and Troy got a good view of a naked female squatting on the
toilet.
Debbie
stood beside me with her hands on her hips. Sitting on the toilet, and glancing
up at her, I felt like a young child being watched over by her mother, which
was crazy as Debbie was virtually my own age.
Debbie
stood over me as I urinated into the toilet. The noise of my pee splashing in
the water made me embarrassed. I seemed to go on forever and ever. Finally the
flow stopped.
“Are you
finished?” Debbie enquired
I started
peeing again. I was nervous at being watched, and was having trouble emptying
my bladder. I gave Debbie an embarrassed smile. Finally I was finished.
“This
time?” Debbie enquired again with a hint of impatience.
“Finished,”
I said quietly
I went to
reach up for some toilet paper but Debbie smacked my hand away. I looked up at
her confused. Debbie reached over me and tore off a length of toilet paper
herself.
“Stand up,”
she commanded
Even though
it was demeaning, I did not resist. I stood up as requested.
“Open your
legs,” Debbie commanded
I obeyed,
as if her request was the most normal thing in the world. Debbie wiped me clean
with the toilet paper, dropped it in the pan, and activated the flush. I then
watched as she laid a towel out on the bathroom floor
“Now lie
down on the towel.”
I flopped
down onto the floor and watched Debbie as she fetched some shaving cream and a
razor out of the cupboard. She then crouched down beside me.
“Open your
legs”
As I obeyed
she positioned herself between my legs, looking straight up into my vagina. I
tried to block out my embarrassment, but I was blushing. Debbie applied shaving
cream to my pubic area and quickly removed my stubble.
“Okay, now
for around your vagina. Bend your knees, lift them up and clasp them with your
hands.”
Reluctantly
I obeyed, only too conscious of how revealing this position was.
“Open your
legs wide, silly girl. I need to get good access to your cunt.”
I groaned
in protest, but obeyed her command. Debbie applied shaving cream around my
crotch, and I was surprised how soothing and cool it felt. I closed my eyes,
and willed myself not to become stimulated. Debbie pinched hold of one of my
labia and pulled it out tight, before commencing shaving. She was holding me
roughly and it hurt a little, but I did not complain. To be frank, the overall
sensation was pleasant.
Debbie then
moved her attention to the other labia and again pinched it and stretched it,
before shaving any hairs I had down there. Despite all my willpower I was
becoming wet, and I hated myself for it. It had also not gone unnoticed by
Debbie
“I hope you
are not getting wet,” she chided
I closed my
eyes in shame
“You really
are a slut, aren’t you?”
I managed
to mumble “Yes, Ma’am.”
Debbie
pinched both of my labia together painfully and stretched them as far as she
could. Then taking the handle of the razor she slid it between the lips and
into my vagina. I gasped at the stimulation.
“Please
don’t.” I whispered, but already my breath was quickening. “Please don’t
embarrass me like this.”
Debbie
pinched my labia even tighter, while stroking the razor handle in and out.
“But you do
want to cum, don’t you?”
“No…..yes!”
I responded in confusion, then gave in to the needs of my body and lifted my
hips off the ground. “Fuck me,” I grunted, the words escaping my mouth before I
even realised it.
As I built
quickly to an orgasm I turned my head towards the bathroom door and saw it was
wide open, and the doorway was full of prying eyes. I groaned in horror but was
too far gone. My hips bucked wildly as the orgasm charged through my body.
Still shaky
from the aftermath of my orgasm, Debbie and Rachel helped me to my feet and
placed me in the shower.
“Your
clothes are sitting on the stool here,” Debbie pointed to the pile of clothing,
before they exited leaving me in my solitude to recover and shower.
When I had
showered and dried I picked up the pile of clothing, but did not recognise any
of it as being mine. My initial thought was that Debbie or Rachel had kindly
lent me some of their own clothing, and I was briefly gratified by this kind
gesture. But when I looked closer the clothing was more appropriate to an 8
year old. There was a white frilly top, a very short dress with a bib in front,
knee high socks, and white cotton panties with panda bears embroidered on them.
Confused, I
just stared at the clothing. There must be a mistake. There is absolutely no
way I am wearing those baby doll clothes. In protest, I sat down on the side of
the bath and sulked. About 10 minutes later my Mother in Law opened the
bathroom door, and frowned disapprovingly at my naked form perched on the side
of the bath.
“I will be
back in 5 minutes, and you had better be fully dressed, or suffer the
consequences on those pretty little buttocks of yours.”
I tried to
protest but my Mother in Law ignored my pleas and exited. I stood up and
stomped my feet on the ground in protest. However my resolve was broken and I
quickly began to dress. Surprisingly all the clothing fitted. When I looked at
myself in the mirror I looked absolutely ridiculous. I looked like an adult
woman in children’s clothing, which is exactly what I was. I stood in the
bathroom, too embarrassed to go out.
Finally my
Mother in Law returned, and smiled when she saw my appearance. “You look lovely,
dear.”
“I do not,”
I pouted, “I look like a child.”
“Exactly,
but a lovely child,” she smiled
“But why?”
I enquired
However my
Mother in Law ignored my question, instead lifting up her hand, which I saw was
holding the hairbrush. I winced and instinctively put my hand down to protect
my buttocks. But instead she ran the brush through my hair, then to my horror
she tied my hair with two pink ribbons. I felt like crying as I looked so
ridiculous.
Satisfied
that I looked pretty, my Mother in Law took my hand and led me out of the
bathroom. Everyone turned to stare at me, and I expected them all to laugh at
my stupid, young girl clothes. But much too my surprise there were no laughs,
not even a sly grin. Instead there were just positive comments about how pretty
I looked. It made me feel a little bit better about my ridiculous clothing.
I spent the
rest of the afternoon helping to prepare dinner, and gradually became more
relaxed in my clothing. I wanted to ask why I was being made to dress in the
childish clothing, but felt it would be smarter not to push the matter. I also
desperately wanted to know what the special surprise was they had in store for
me. I was very apprehensive, yet curious.
We ate
early, and the atmosphere was friendly and chatty. I found it difficult to
focus on the conversation as I was becoming increasingly nervous. I knew they
had something planned for me, and knowing my Parents in Law it would be
humiliating and painful. I also knew I had a big wet spot on my white cotton
panda panties.
After
dinner my Mother in Law glanced at her watch, then looked over at me.
“It is time
my dear.”
“Time for
what?” I responded nervously
My Mother
in Law just smiled, got up from the table, fetched the keys to the rental
vehicle, then beckoned for me to follow her as she went to the front door.
“Give
everyone a wave goodbye.”
I turned
and gave everyone a nervous wave. Once we were seated in the car my Mother in
Law started the engine, then turned to look at me. For a moment I looked back
at her with a nervous grin, then it dawned on me what she was waiting for. I
lifted my buttocks off the seat and lowered my panties to my knees, carefully
concealing the wet spot in the crotch. I then reached into the glove box to
grab some tissues, and awkwardly positioned them on my car seat before lowering
my buttocks back down on them.
We drove
for about fifteen minutes in silence before my Mother in Law pulled over to the
side of the road. The traffic was not heavy, but there were other vehicles on
the road, mainly trucks.
“Get out of
car, push your panties to your ankles, and lift your pretty little dress up to
your waist so that I can warm those buttocks of yours.”
I wanted to
ask why, but knew better than to question my Mother in Law. Reluctantly I exited
the car, and looked around nervously to see if anybody was watching me. I
quickly lowered my panties to my ankles, but hesitated to lift my dress up to
my waist, as I knew how exposed this would leave me.
However
once my Mother in Law opened her door I quickly lifted my dress. I could hear
the rumble of an oncoming truck but tried to ignore it. As the truck thundered
by the driver obviously got an eyeful as he blasted on his air horn several
times.
My Mother
in Law came around to where I was standing nervously, took hold of my arm, and
without ceremony gave me a good old-fashioned hand spanking on my still tender
buttocks. During the spanking several cars and trucks drove past, and as it was
still daylight they would have copped a clear view of a mature woman, dressed
in children’s clothing, getting a damn good spanking on her bare buttocks. I
found the situation deliciously humiliating.
Following
the short, sharp spanking we continued the journey to the township close by. It
was a small rural town with a hotel and a handful of shops and eating
establishments. I tried to slouch down in my seat as we drove into the township
so that people could not see my baby-doll outfit, but realised by doing so my
short dress rode up over my hips revealing my naked pussy. My panties were
still bunched at my knees. We were passing within a few feet of people, and
even stopped once to let some pedestrians cross the street in front of our car.
I could not help blushing bright red.
It was not
until we pulled into a car park that my Mother in Law allowed me to pull my
white cotton panties up. We both noticed how damp the tissues were I had been
sitting on. My Mother in Law got out of the car and beckoned for me to follow.
I looked at her wide-eyed. I had expected I would sit in the car while she
purchased supplies, then we would leave. I had no expectation of actually being
seen in public in my ridiculous clothing.
I pouted my
bottom lip and refused to budge. My Mother in Law came around to my door,
opened it, and loudly reprimanded me. “Get out of this car now young lady or I
will give you a bare bottomed spanking right here in the car park.”
A couple of
mothers pushing prams turned to stare at us. Reluctantly I climbed out of the
car and my Mother in Law took my hand and led me down the street to a café. I
was so embarrassed, due to my baby doll clothing, plus the fact that my short,
bibbed dress struggled to cover my panda panties. Any small breeze and I would
be exposed.
My outfit
was certainly a showstopper. Men and women stopped in their tracks and just
stared disbelievingly at my bizarre clothing.
In the café
my Mother in Law ordered herself a latte, but I was only given a glass of water
and a straw, which helped to reinforce my junior status. 20 long minutes later we
exited the café and walked hand in hand to the only hotel in town. My Mother in
Law walked up to the counter, and after a brief conversation she paid some cash
and was given a key.
She took my
hand again and led me up the stairs. Half way up the stairs I turned to look at
the male behind the counter, who not surprisingly was ogling the view he was
getting of my panda panties. As I looked at him he wet his lips with his tongue
in an erotic gesture, which caused me to blush yet again.
At the top
of the stairs we entered a modestly furnished hotel bedroom. My mind was racing
with thoughts of what was going to happen to me. My heart was pumping at twice
its normal rate.
“Undress,
but leave the ribbons in your hair, and keep the knee high socks on,” my Mother
in Law casually requested.
I undressed
as directed, and stood nervously in the middle of the room.
“Lie down
on your back on the bed.”
Again I
obeyed without question, lying prone on the double bed.
“Put your
hands above your head.”
Again I
mechanically obeyed, stretching my arms above my head. It was then I noticed my
Mother in Law had produced two pieces of short rope from her purse, and began
securing my wrists to the headboard. I was genuinely frightened, as I had never
been tied up before. Michael and I had not been into bondage, although I did
recall a couple of times he had suggested tying me up but I was reluctant to
indulge.
Plus we
were in a hotel room in a strange town and I felt very vulnerable.
After
securing my wrists, and double-checking to ensure I could not extricate myself,
my Mother in Law produced a blindfold, which she tied securely around my eyes.
I was plunged into darkness. This only served to increase my fears and I began
whimpering. I had to breath deeply to stop myself having a panic attack.
Sensing I
was close to being terrified, my Mother in Law gently rubbed my tummy until my
breathing settled down.
“This is
going to be an ultimate test, Kym,” my Mother in Law spoke gently.
“What is
going to happen to me?” I whispered
“I will
leave you alone in a few minutes, “ explained my Mother in Law. “ But shortly
after I leave a group of strangers will come into this room.”
“A group of
strangers,” I gasped, pulling helplessly on my bound wrists. “But who are these
people?”
“They are
townsfolk whom we have asked to punish you.”
“Townsfolk!”
I screamed, “Please no, not this.”
“Hush
little one.” My Mother in Law’s hand had moved from my tummy to my vagina, and
continued to stroke me in a soothing manner.
She spread
my labia and gently played with my clit. It had the desired affect. I relaxed a
little, and felt a familiar warmth building from within. She continued to sooth
me for several minutes, before continuing to speak.
“When you
hear the people enter the room, you are to say nothing. You will open your legs
wide and bend your knees. This will be your sign of submission, and your
invitation for them to punish you. If you do not spread yourself wide open in
this manner, they will take it as an indication you do not want to be punished,
and will leave.”
“But I
can’t do this,” I pleaded. “ I cannot bring myself to act in such a debasing
manner. I will surely die!”
“Darling
Daughter in Law, we understand how humiliating this simple act will be for you,
but only you can decide if you are ready for it.”
I was still
trying to absorb the meaning of my Mother in Law’s words when I felt her remove
her hand from my vagina, then without a word she was gone. I heard the door
open and close. I wanted to say something, but words would not form.
The
darkness and silence in the room was almost overpowering. Time had no meaning.
I lay there, naked, blindfolded, and bound to the headboard, aware of every
tiny noise.
I could not
believe my Parents in Law were subjecting me to this ultimate humiliation. I
knew I could not submit. I resolved that I would simply lie there in silence,
legs firmly closed, and wait until they left. It would be degrading enough just
knowing that these strangers would be able to ogle my naked body, but given
what I had been through in recent months I felt I could live through that.
Without
warning I heard the door handle turn and my heart began pounding. Panic rose up
and I had to fight the desire to try and get up from the bed, knowing it would
be useless.
In the
quietness I heard several people shuffle into the room, and I could sense them
surrounding my bed. There was a quiet murmuring, then silence.
I could not
believe I was lying naked and bound on the bed, and all these strangers had an
unhindered view of my nakedness. I was undoubtedly the centre of attention. As
these thoughts raced through my mind, the fear and apprehension began to be
replaced with sensations of eroticism. Submission and humiliation became a
frightening need I had to fulfil.
Almost
without realising it my body began to submit. I opened my legs, bent my knees,
and brought my ankles up until they touched my buttocks. I was splayed wide
open in an act of total submission. I could feel my labia rapidly swelling and
my juices were running.
I braced
myself for some form of punishment, but nothing happened. I forced my legs open
even wider, and then raised my knees until they were hovering above my head. My
buttocks were raised high off the bed, and I knew that every part of anatomy
was as openly exposed as it is physically capable of being. I could feel my
juices flooding out of my vagina, and my body was alive with sensations of
ecstasy. I was inviting punishment.
When the
punishment came, it was not on my buttocks as expected, but firmly on my
swollen labia. The sting caused pain to rattle through my body. I did not know
what I had been smacked with, but it clearly was not a hand. It felt like some
form of small whip. I cried out and straightened my legs, squeezing my thighs
together in a bid to quell the pain.
After
several deep breaths I forced myself to resume my position again, lifting my
knees high above my head. I was sobbing after the third blow, and crying like a
baby after the sixth. I could take no more, and fortunately for me the punishment
ceased.
Tears were
rolling down my cheeks, and I knew my nose was running but I could do nothing
to wipe myself.
When I
finally gathered my wits I was suddenly aware of how quiet the hotel room was.
I lay there in silence, straining to keep my legs held up above my head. I was
just beginning to wonder if I was all alone when I felt someone climb onto the
foot of the bed. The closeness of this person to my exposed genitalia sent my
mind racing and I suddenly felt very exposed again.
I began to
lower my legs but felt strong hands grip my knees. I cried out in shock
“No, don’t,
please,” I cried out, ignoring my Mother in Law’s request that I remain silent.
But in
response to my plea I felt pressure against my labia, and instinctively knew it
was a man’s penis. I began to fight against the intrusion but was almost
powerless as my wrists were secured, and the invader had a firm grip on my
knees. In an instance the penis was deep inside.
“Please
don’t, not this,” I pleaded, “I love my husband, Michael. I know I need to be
humiliated and punished, but I never want to be unfaithful to my husband. I beg
of you, please!”
“Your
husband is a very lucky man,” came a familiar voice.
As the
rigid penis began pumping my vagina the blindfold was pulled off my head.
“Michael!”
I screamed
My
husband’s face hovered over my own, grinning from ear to ear.
“But how…”
I managed to grunt before being overcome by an orgasmic tsunami.
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