Punished by Parents in Law           Part 13

 

After being given permission by Sheriff Stone to leave his office, I had to undergo the ignominy of redressing in front of him and the drunken inmates. I felt ridiculous having to put my baby doll outfit on again, but it was a hell of a lot better than standing in front of them in my birthday suit.

 

With cheers and whistles from the inmates ringing in my ears I hurried from the Sheriff’s office and walked quickly towards the hotel where my husband, Michael, and Mother in Law, Jane, had said they would wait for me at the bar.

 

The bar was done out in a Wild West theme, was dimly lit, and smelt of stale alcohol and cigarettes. There were half a dozen rednecks seated on stools at the bar. They all turned to rubberneck me as I entered.

 

There were less-than-subtle grins, and one of the men sniggered, “What do you want, girlie. Come to play with daddy?”

 

The grins turned to laughter, and I blushed in shame. My eyes frantically scanned the dimly lit room and to my utter relief I noticed my husband and Mother in Law sitting together in a corner booth. They had obviously seen me but had made no attempt to attract my attention or come to my rescue. I began to scurry pass the leering eyes of the bar patrons and make my way over to the corner booth when the bartender stepped in front of me and held up his big mitt.

 

“And where are you off to, Missy?” he demanded.

 

Frustration welled up from within. “Get out of my way, you fucking creep,” I exploded.

 

The bartender responded by roughly grabbing my arm, but he contained his temper and spoke quietly. “Have you got ID young lady, to prove you are old enough to be in this bar?”

 

Instinctively I went to reach for my ID, but quickly realised that since I had changed into the ridiculous baby doll outfit I was carrying no money or identification of any sort. I groaned in anguish. Ironically the bartender was probably younger than my 29 years.

 

“Well?” the bartender quietly demanded.

 

I struggled to think how to form a suitable explanation, and breathed a big sigh of relief when my Mother in Law stepped into view. “This is my Daughter in Law. Is there a problem here young man?” she politely enquired.

 

The bartender looked me up and down, twice. “Your Daughter in Law?” he said, shaking his head disbelievingly. “Well your Daughter in Law is in a licensed hotel with no ID. I should report her to the Sheriff.”

 

I screwed my face up in alarm. I had seen enough of Sheriff Stone to last me a lifetime.

 

“I am afraid my Daughter in Law is a little eccentric and very impulsive,” my Mother in Law explained to the bewildered bartender. “When she behaves badly like this, which is frequent I might add, I normally spank her bottom.”

 

“You spank her bottom?” the bartender scratched his head.

 

“Her bare bottom.”

 

“Her bare bottom?”  The bartender didn’t know what to make of this but seemed intrigued.

 

I, on the other hand, was mortified and glared at my Mother in Law, but dared not utter a word. I glanced over to my husband, Michael, who was still seated at the booth. I pleaded with my eyes for him to intervene, but his only response was to give me a friendly little wave of acknowledgement.

 

“Perhaps if I spank her bottom, right here, right now, you might think that was sufficient punishment, rather than reporting her to the Sheriff, who I am sure is a very busy man.”

 

The bartender rubbed the stubble on his chin. “On her bare bottom?” he clarified.

 

My Mother in Law nodded.

 

The bartender’s eyes roved up and down my body once more, and he obviously liked what he saw. A broad smile covered his face from ear to ear. “Very well, but it needs to be a damn good spanking as she was downright rude to me and I was only doing my job.”

 

“I totally agree,” my Mother in Law spoke sternly like an old fashioned school ma’am. She turned to me. “Apologise to this nice young man for your behaviour.”

 

I pouted my lip, and fought back a tear. “I am very sorry for being so rude to you. It was uncalled for.”

 

“And what do you deserve?” my Mother in Law interjected sternly.

 

I blushed and looked at my feet. “I deserve to be spanked.”

 

“How will you be spanked?” she demanded.

 

“On my bare bottom, Sir,” I whispered in humiliation.

 

“Speak up girl. I want everyone to know how you feel you should be punished.”

 

I was suddenly aware of how deathly quiet it was in the bar. I looked up and saw that the eyes of every patron were firmly fixed on me. There must have been over twenty people in total at the bar, including several women.

 

I gulped in several breaths of air to steady my nerves. I summonsed my courage and tried to speak loudly, “I deserve to be spanked on my bare bottom, Sir.”

 

I felt so shamefaced.

 

“I think we all agree with that.” My Mother in Law was playing to the onlookers, and was clearly in her element. She was not about to miss a golden opportunity to totally humiliate me in public. “Take off your panties,” she requested loudly so no one was in doubt what was being requested of me.

 

I was only too aware that my baby doll dress was so short in hardly covered my bottom. Nervously I fumbled with my panties, at the same time trying to keep my back straight so as to not expose my buttocks. But I only succeeded in humiliating myself further as I stumbled sideways and fell clumsily to the floor, giving everyone an eyeful of my white cotton panda panties. Embarrassed, I quickly got up, and lowered my panties to my knees. I hoped this would be sufficient for my Mother in Law.

 

“What did I ask you to do?”

 

“Take off my panties, Ma’am,” I sniffed.

 

“And have you taken them off?”

 

“No, Ma’am.” I was trying not to cry in front of all these strangers. Hastily I lowered my panties to my ankles and stepped out of them.

 

“Hand them to me.”

 

As gracefully as I could I bent down and picked up my cotton panties. I knew that my lower buttocks would be clearly visible to some of the patrons. The atmosphere in the bar was electrified with tension. Nobody was making any attempt to leave. They clearly wanted to witness the unexpected show that was unfolding before them.

 

My Mother in Law took my panties from me, and humiliated me further by inspecting the crouch. She looked up at me with sly eyes and I knew what was coming. “Are you wet, girl?”

 

I fought back the tears of embarrassment. “I don’t think so, Ma’am. Perhaps just a little bit.”

 

I was mortified when she held the panties up, clearly exposing a rather large, round wet spot in the middle of the crouch. “Is this what you call a little bit?”

 

I was crestfallen. “I guess not, Ma’am.”

 

“I think not,” her school ma’am voice reinforced. “Now open your mouth.”

 

I was taken a back. “Pardon, Ma’am?”

 

“Open your mouth,” she repeated impatiently.

 

Confused, I opened my mouth.

 

“Wider.”

 

I obeyed, opening my jaws wide. I could not believe it when my Mother in Law then rolled my panties into a ball and stuffed them in my mouth.

 

“That will keep your foul mouth silent. Now bend over that table, and make sure that bottom of yours is pointing where people can get a good view.” My Mother in Law indicated to a small round table beside her.

 

I was dying with humiliation but followed my Mother in Law’s command without question. I bent at the waist and rested my upper torso on the table. It reeked of stale beer. I could hear an excited murmur amongst the bar patrons as my buttocks came into view.

 

“Open your legs,” directed my Mother in Law.

 

I spread my legs wide, knowing that in doing so my labia would be in clear view of my excited audience. I tried not to think of what my husband would be feeling of his wife at this moment. Would he be shocked and disgusted by my behaviour? I hoped he understood I had no choice other than to obey his Mother. I hoped he could see I was only trying to be the perfect Daughter in Law to his parents.

 

I tensed as I felt my Mother in Law’s hand take hold of the bottom of my mini baby doll dress, lifting it fully up to expose my milky white buttocks. She tucked it into the waistband so it was secured, and I was totally exposed. When the first spank connected I yelped in surprise and pain, but the noise was muffled by my panties in my mouth. The blows reigned down quickly and with considerable vigour. She was clearly not holding back on my poor buttocks, and I was soon squirming from the red hot pain. Tears began to flow, and I struggled to breath through my nose.

 

It was not until she had administered to me one of the most vigorous spankings I had ever received that she finally stopped. My buttocks felt like they were on fire and I continued to squirm and cry, and made no attempt to stand up. I knew my lurid little dance would be affording my audience a bird’s eye view of my most intimate cavities, but at that moment it was secondary to the pain from the spanking.

 

“Stand up,” my Mother in Law directed.

 

Gingerly I obeyed, pushing myself upright. My nose was running, and I quickly wiped it on the back of my sleeve. I fought to regain my composure. Shamefacedly I glanced around at my audience. They were clearly awestruck by what they had witnessed.

“Apologise to everybody, and give the bartender a kiss for being so understanding.”

 

I removed my soaking panties from my mouth and in a whimpering tone apologised to the bar patrons, and promised to be good in the future. I then shuffled over to the dumbfounded bartender and kissed him on the cheek. With that my Mother in Law took hold of my hand and began to lead me out of the bar. As I turned to go the onlookers broke out in spontaneous applause. Boy, had they enjoyed the show. It was then that I realised my little dress was still tucked up in the waistband, giving everyone one last, long look at my bright red derriere.

 

It was not until we had exited the door that my Mother in Law pulled down the hem of the dress. My husband suddenly appeared beside us. His face was flushed, and it was very clear he had enjoyed my humiliation and punishment. I smiled at him sheepishly.

 

We were actually standing on the sidewalk when my Mother in Law took my panties from me, and held them open so I could put my feet into them.

 

“You had better put these on. I would hate for you to be arrested for indecent exposure.”

 

I blushed and looked around on the street. A group of teenage girls were looking disapprovingly over at me from across the road. All I could do was smile with embarrassment as I put my hand on my Mother in Law’s shoulder for support and stepped into my panda cotton panties. Once she had pulled them up she reinforced my humiliation by giving me a light swat on my bottom before taking my hand.  My husband, Michael, took hold of my other hand, and I was led off like a little girl towards where our vehicle was parked.

 

I had a strange mix of emotions as I was led away. Despite my humiliation I felt very proud to be hand in hand with two people who I felt loved and cared for me very much. However they sure did have a very strange way of demonstrating their love and concern for me, which left my mind swirling with utter confusion. This was not helped by the fact that the humiliation and punishment administered to me was both my worst nightmare but also my most exciting erotic dream.

 

Once we reached our car Michael opened the rear door and I clambered in, holding down the hem of my dress to preserve what little modesty I had left within me. I was not surprised when Michael climbed into the front seat along side his mother. She put the key in the ignition, but did not start the engine. She was clearly waiting for me. With a sigh of resignation of lifted my buttocks off the seat and slid my panties down to my knees. This was really embarrassing as I had never done this in front of Michael before.

 

My Mother in Law asked Michael to reach into the glove box, pull out several tissues, and hand them to me. Michael readily obeyed and with a Cheshire grin reached over to hand them to me. He stared at me expectantly, waiting to see what I was going to do, which only served to make me more self conscious.

 

“Tell Michael what you are going to do with the tissues, Kym.” My Mother in Law did not want to miss the opportunity to ratchet up the humiliation.

 

“I am going to sit on them,” I pouted.

 

“And why are you made to sit on the tissues, darling?”

 

“Because I make the seat wet,” I blushingly confessed.

 

“Yep, you sure do. Can you believe it, Michael? Your little Kym excretes her juices over the seat of the car. She just cannot control herself.”

 

Michael chuckled quietly, while I just about died with humiliation, yet again for the umpteenth time. With Michael staring at me intently I raised my buttocks off the car seat and carefully placed the tissues in position under me, then lowered myself onto them. I was still very tender from the spanking, but thankfully the tissues were soft and the car seat was cold.

 

On the drive back to the ranch mother and son chatted away excitedly, while I only joined in occasionally when spoken to. But strangely, I did not feel left out. I felt warm and secure. I had overcome the initial shock of finding out that Michael had known of my punishment at the hands of his parents all along. In a strange way I was excited to know he was going to be a part of my ‘behaviour improvement’ experiences being administered by his parents.

 

When we finally reached the ranch of John and Debbie, Michael opened my car door and I slid out. Embarrassingly several of the tissues stuck to my buttocks. I quickly pulled them off and tried to screw them up, but Michael held out his hand. Reluctantly I handed them over. Michael held them up in the evening light and the dampness on the tissues was clearly visible. I screwed up my eyes with shame. My Mother in Law smiled knowingly.

 

It was already well after midnight and everyone crept quietly off to bed. I was relieved to see that Michael and I had a separate room to ourselves. As we undressed I noticed Michael was already fully erect. He was evidently very excited by what he had witnessed tonight, which gave me the warm fuzzies. Once we were in bed he fucked me with frenzy from behind, doggy style, so he could feel his groin up against my still-reddened and tender buttocks. We did not speak of the evening’s events, even though I desperately wanted to know whether he and my Mother in Law knew anything of my run in with Sheriff Stone. We quickly fell into a deep and restful sleep.

 

It was early morning when I heard people moving around in the kitchen. This was our last day at the ranch of John and Debbie, and we were due to fly back to the city later in the evening. As I sleepily poked my head around the corner of the bedroom door I noticed everyone else was up and dressed, my Parents in Law (Jane and Ben), our hosts John and Debbie, plus Debbie’s younger sister Rachel and her boyfriend Troy.

I heard Michael stirring on the bed behind me.

 

“What’s going on?” I enquired of Michael. “Everyone is up and dressed.”

Michael suddenly sat up. “Damn, I forgot. We are all going horse riding this morning.”

 

I didn’t exactly jump up and down with joy as memories of my last horse ride flooded back

 

“Come on, kiddo,” Michael encourage, “it will be a lot of fun.”

 

I lot of fun for whom, I silently wondered. At least I had been forewarned and was not going to get caught out like last time. I dressed in my most conservative sports bra and panties, and then slipped on a pair of Michael’s boxer shorts, before putting on my jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

 

Once dressed Michael and I joined the other six for a healthy breakfast. Nothing was mentioned of the previous evening’s events, and the chatter was light and friendly.

The men rounded up the horses and we were soon underway on our trek. We took a different route this time, heading west, but looped around and a couple of fun hours later we ended up at the same lake we had stopped at last time.

 

It had turned into a scorching hot morning and we dismounted and gave the horses a drink, before sitting down and quenching our own thirsts with fruit juice and water we had brought along. My heart was fluttering with anticipation and dread, especially as Michael was in a whispered conversation with his parents and John and Debbie. I, along with young Rachel and Troy, were clearly not included. After a short conversation the five of them seemed to be nodding their heads in agreement. This did not look good, but for several long minutes nothing was said.

 

Finally my Mother in Law turned to where Troy, Rachel and I were sitting together beside the lake. “You three young ones go for a swim then we need to talk to you.”

 

I had been expecting something like this, but the inclusion of Troy and Rachel was a surprise to both them and me. They frowned at me in confusion. I shrugged my shoulders to indicate I had no idea what was brewing. Gingerly all three of us stood up and stripped off our clothing down to our underwear. We laughed at the fact all three of us were wearing boxer shorts, although mine were clearly a few sizes too big. Rachel and I both had on full sports bras. Rachel laughingly acknowledged that I had come prepared this time.

 

As we turned and headed to the lake Debbie called us to a halt.

 

“Come here,” she demanded

 

I was now conditioned to instinctively follow commands and began walking the few yards to where Debbie was seated with the others. Rachel and Troy, thinking they were not included, continued to walk to the lake. 

 

“All three of you!” Debbie bellowed, “and quick smart.”

 

Rachel and Troy quickly joined me as we all stood submissively in front of Debbie and the other adults, of whom my own husband was included.

“Undress.” It was a simple, one-word command with a powerful impact.

 

“Why?” Rachel whined with disbelief. “Why me? Why Troy? We won’t do it. It’s not fair.” She stamped her foot in protest.

 

Debbie maintained a steely glare at her younger, eighteen year old sister. “Get undressed. Now!”

 

Having been in this situation before I feared the consequences of not obeying and quickly began to undress. I was soon totally naked and standing, self conscious, in front of everyone. It was an even more gut wrenching experience than normal as I was only too aware of the fact I was parading myself naked in front of my husband.

 

Rachel and Troy both stared at me wide-eyed, disbelieving that I could actually parade myself naked before everyone. I briefly felt a twinge of guilt that I had not stood united with them in defiance of Debbie’s request to undress. However my mind reconciled that a little bit of guilt was a lot less painful than a thoroughly smacked backside.

 

The stand-off between Debbie, and Rachel and Troy, continued, but as the latter two scanned the eyes of the other adults they could see they were not going to get any support for their belligerence. To my surprise it was Troy who buckled in first. Nervously he lowered his boxer shorts and, given I was standing beside him naked, I was not surprised to see his penis was semi erect. Embarrassed by his arousal he cupped his hands over his privates.

 

With Troy and I now both naked Rachel’s defiance capitulated, and with a heavy sigh of reluctance she began to remove her sports bra. She was clearly mortified by the experience of having to undress in front of several people, and I knew only too well the emotions she was experiencing. Removing her bra she revealed she was surprisingly well endowed for such a slim framed young female. Her breasts had the milky-white perfection of youth. Rachel was blushing profusely as her fumbling fingers lowered her boxing shorts, revealing a pair of simple cotton briefs underneath.

 

In search of some sort of last second reprieve her eyes desperately scanned the adults, pleading for support. It was no surprise to me that none was forthcoming. With a pained look on her face she slipped her fingers into her waistband and slowly lowered her panties and stepped out of them so she was totally naked. When she stood up her hands quickly covered her breasts and pubic region, but not before she revealed a triangle a jet black, tightly-curled hair, which contrasted starkly with my own smoothly shaven pubs.

 

Now that all three of us were naked we were dismissed with a wave of the hand and we needed no second bidding to seek the security of the water where we would at least, temporarily, be hidden from prying eyes.

 

Despite our apprehensiveness of what lay before us, the water felt crisp and cool on our naked bodies as we frolicked around playfully. But after twenty minutes or so the cold mountain spring water of the small lake began to take a toll on Rachel and me as we began shivering. I suggested to her and Troy it was time to get out, but Rachel doggedly refused to leave, fearing having to reveal her nakedness again, plus whatever else the others may have in store for us. We all held out for another fifteen minutes, but by this time we were in danger of getting hyperthermia as our skins were turning blue. It would have been obvious to the adults on the shore what was happening to us, and I suspect they were privately enjoying our little conundrum.

 

Finally common sense prevailed and all three of us exited the lake together, united hand in hand. As we got closer to the adults several of them began smiling and giggling. When we looked down at our own bodies we could see the reason why. The chilly water had taken a toll on our bodies. We were shivering, covered in goose bumps, Rachel and my nipples were shrivelled into tight, tiny little marbles, whilst Troy’s penis and scrotum had sought refuge somewhere in his mat of black pubic hair.

 

The adults were using our towels as cushions and made no attempt to give them to us so we could dry ourselves. Shivering, bedraggled and self-conscious, the three of us stood before my Parents in Law Jane and Ben, our hosts Debbie and John, plus my husband Michael.

 

Not surprisingly, it was my Mother in Law who spoke first. “After careful discussion we have decided that all three of you deserve to be punished severely for your conduct on Friday night, when we found the three of you ‘playing’ with each other.” She heavily emphasised the word ‘playing’.

 

Rachel opened her mouth to protest but was quickly stopped by my Mother in Law raising her hand for silence. Rachel had the very good sense to keep quiet.

 

“Each of you is going to receive 10 swats from the five of us.” My Mother in Law smiled at her fellow supporters, who all earnestly nodded in agreement. I grimaced as I did the sums. A total of 50 spanks on my poor backside, which was still somewhat tender from yesterday’s bar room punishment.

 

“However your behaviour was so disrespectful that a simple hand-spanking will not suffice. You have ten minutes to go off and find five implements that can be used to punish you with. If we feel the implements will not inflict the maximum amount of pain, your punishment will be doubled. Now off with you.”

 

For a long moment Rachel, Troy and I stared at my Mother in Law in disbelief. Not only were we going to be severely punished, but we were expected to find suitable tools to administer the pain.

 

“The clock is running.” It was my own husband giving his weight to this despicable plan.

 

After exchanging knowing glances, Rachel, Troy and I decided it would be in out very best interests to do as we were told. In unison we headed, naked, up the small bank beside the lake where the horses were tethered to a clump of trees on the edge of small forest of ponderosa pines. For several long minutes we gazed around, looking but not seeing, trying not to focus on anything that might serve as a suitable implement for our own punishment. Eventually Troy picked up a small wispy branch.

He looked at me tentatively. “Do you think this would be suitable?”

 

I smiled ruefully, “I think so.”

 

Rachel walked over to her horse and pulled out a small riding crop from the saddle. “I suppose this would be suitable,” she mumbled, fighting to retain her composure.

 

I nodded my agreement, while at the same time stooping to pick up an eighteen inch length of broken fence plank. It was heavy and pitted and I knew it would hurt like hell, but I also knew we only had a couple of minutes left of our deadline and we still had to find another two implements.

 

Rachel untied a spare length of rope from one of the horses, but seemed undecided as to whether it would serve the purpose. Conscious of the time I reassured her it would.

 

Running out of time, Troy untied a leather strap from one of the saddle stirrups. With a fatalistic sense of achievement we ran back down the bank to the waiting five adults at the lakeside, clasping our implements of pain. Each of them selected their own implement of choice, then caused Rachel, Troy and myself much trepidation by giving them a few test swings. We stood together, shivering from a mixture of nerves and the cold water we had recently embarked from. I was still covered with goose bumps and struggling to get the heat back into my body.

 

Michael beckoned for the three of us to follow him down to the lakeside. He then methodically positioned us in a row, about five feet apart, facing the lake with our backs to the other adults.

 

My husband, Michael, then stood close behind me. “My Mother tells me you are very adept at assuming the position.”

 

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, hardly believing I was addressing my own husband as ‘Sir’.

 

“And what does the ‘position’ entail, my darling little one,” my husband breathed excitedly into my ear.

 

“It is when I have to clasp my hands behind my neck and thrust my breasts forward and…” I found it difficult to continue.

 

“And, what?” Michael persisted

 

“ And, I….I have to spread my legs wide open.” I shuddered at my confession.

 

“Indeed. Well why don’t you give us a little demonstration.”

 

Slowly I lifted my arms up, clasped my hand behind my neck, and pushed my elbows back causing my goose bumped breasts to jut forward. I then gradually inched my feet apart until I was standing spread-eagled on the sand. Not wanting to have to endure the further embarrassment of having someone direct me to open them wider I strained my muscles to get my feet wider. I could tell my husband had stepped back away from me so he could admire the view.

 

“Beautiful,” he beamed, with what I interpreted as genuine pride. It caused warmth to radiant through my body, and I knew that despite the chill of my skin my body was swelling in areas it had no right to be, given the circumstances.

 

Michael turned his attention to the two eighteen year olds beside me. “Your turn, folks. Arms up and legs open. Quickly now.”

 

I was surprised neither protested, although Rachel emitted a long groan of despair. Both of them clasped their hands behind their necks, and then looked at each other, willing the other person to take the next step first. Troy led the way, sliding his feet in the sand until his legs were wide open. I couldn’t help but steal a glance down at his pubic region. His penis had recovered from the shock of the cold and was making an entrance into the sunlight like a turtle poking its head out of its shell.

 

Rachel was struggling to take the next step, and I could see her bottom lip was quivering as she fought back the tears of shame. I knew only too well how gut wrenching it was, especially for a female, to put your own body on such lurid display in full view of onlookers.

 

 Michael walked over to her and stood directly behind her. “Do you want your punishment doubled? Does 100 strokes appeal?”

 

Rachel could contain herself no longer and tears rolled down her cheek. “No, Sir,” she sniffled.

 

“Well open those legs.” Michael left no doubt that disobeying his command would have dire consequences for Rachel.

 

Rachel struggled with the simple act of sliding her legs open, but somehow managed to complete the task. At least when I first had to endure the utter humiliation of assuming the ‘position’ I was only in the company of my Parents in Law, which was still totally demeaning.  But poor Rachel, and I guess Troy also, had to perform this act of total submission in front of a considerably larger audience. Some of the audience, namely my Parents in Law and Michael, were total strangers to both of them until a couple of days ago.

 

“Open those legs wider, Rachel. You also, Troy,” barked my Mother in Law, never failing to miss an opportunity to turn the screw, but then to my total surprise she paid me a compliment. “You are a good girl Kym. I can see you have strained to get your legs as wide as you can. You are learning well.”

 

I felt a level of pride, despite my predicament. However I should have known, pride comes before a fall.

 

“Yes, she is amazingly spread,” our host, John, couldn’t help but agree. “Her cunt lips are spread open. How does she do that?”

 

“Well she is very flexible for a 29 year old, but I think we might find our little girl is also wet and swollen. That always opens her up.” My dear Mother in Law was always so informative, especially if it assisted in increasing my humiliation.

 

“What, already?” John exclaimed, “Surely not?”

 

My face burned red as a beetroot and I was thankful I had my back to the onlookers.

 

“She couldn’t be?” This time it was my husband’s turn to show his disbelief. He stepped in close behind me again. His voice continued to be ragged with excitement. “You are not wet down there, in your pussy, are you honey?”

 

I closed my eyes and tried to focus my brain. I so much wanted to lie to my husband as I was downright ashamed of being sexually stimulated in these circumstances. But I knew almost certainly my Mother in Law would challenge me if I denied it.

 

I took a deep breath. “I think I may be a little bit wet,” I whispered to my husband, hoping the others would not overhear my confession

 

But my Mother in Law instinctively knew how I had responded. “I think you might find she is a bit more than just a little wet.”

 

“Is that so?” Michael enquired of me.

 

“I…um…I am not sure,” I responded hesitantly, feeling like a trapped animal being eyed by predators.

 

Rachel and Troy held their positions like two Greek statues, eyes fixed on some imaginative object across the lake. I think they were thankful the attention was on me at present and they did not want to move for fear of drawing attention to themselves.

 

Michael continued to probe. Until know I had not realised many of his traits were so similar to his Mother. “Perhaps I need to do a little check just to see first hand just how wet you are.”

 

“Please Michael, don’t do this,” I pleaded, “Please don’t embarrass me in front of yourself and the others.”

 

“Well, let me consider the facts,” Michael parodied a judge in a courtroom drama. “Have you been humiliated by being told to strip naked, and then told to collect implements to be used for your punishment?”

 

Yes, I have, absolutely,” I gushed, “Totally humiliated.”

 

“Yet you confess to the fact that you are, at the very least, a wee little bit wet down in that pretty little cunt of yours.”

 

My ears burned, and I could not think of a response.

 

“So, by deduction, my little darling,” Michael continued, unable to hide the delight in his voice, “A little more humiliation is only going to make you a little more stimulated. So sorry, the judge dismisses your appeal for mercy. Now I want you to bend over at the waist and rest your hands on the sand. This judge wants to conduct a much closer inspection on the aforementioned vagina at the centre of this dispute.”

 

Humiliation was being heaped on top of humiliation. My eyes briefly pleaded with my husband but to no avail. Taking in a deep breath I bent forward at the waist like a staple, only too aware of how utterly exposed I was. My cunt was wide open and totally exposed, not only to my husband, but also the other onlookers. Michael did not muck about with gentle stimulation on my clitoris, or any other foreplay. He simply rammed his thumb as deep into my vaginal canal as he could, then promptly pulled it out.

 

“Holy smoke, woman. You are so fucking wet I don’t believe it. My mother has told me stories of how well lubricated you get, but until now I always felt she was exaggerating. You are truly amazing.”

 

All I could do was grunt in despair.

 

“What about you, Rachel?” It was John’s voice. “Are you wet down there like your friend?”

 

“Most certainly not,” Rachel fired back indignantly. “Your sick little games do not turn me on.”

 

“I’m not so sure. I think a little check is in order.” John turned to his wife, Debbie, seated beside him. “What do you say darling? Do I have your permission to do a little scientific inspection on your charming little sister?”

 

Debbie laughed openly. “I am not sure how scientific it will be. But go ahead. I know you have being dying to get up close and personal with my little sister.”

 

“No! No!” Rachel cried out in total despair. “Please, anything, but not this.”

 

Rachel’s plea fell on deaf ears and in a flash John was standing behind his eighteen year old Sister in Law. Rachel continued pleading between sobs as John slowly and deliberately traced his hands up and down both of her buttocks. Suddenly he encased each buttock with his hands and squeezed tightly.

 

“Bend over,” John commanded his young Sister in Law

 

“No!” Rachel responded defiantly.

 

John was in no mood to negotiate with his young charge. He stepped back and picked up from the sand beside him the piece of yellow nylon rope Rachel had earlier untied from one of the horses. Without warning he raised his arm above his head and brought it down viciously across her buttocks. Rachel screamed in surprise and pain, at the same time falling forward into the edge of the lake. John immediate stepped forward, gripped Rachel by the arm, and pulled her back into position.

“Will you obey me now, or do want another dose of the rope.”

 

Rachel’s defiance had been quickly broken. “I’m sorry, John… Sir. Please…” She was taking in gulps of air between sobs, making it difficult for her to speak. My heart went out to her in empathy.

 

John spoke slowly and deliberately. “Spread your legs wide, and I mean wide. Then bend over and place your hands on the ground.

 

Submissively Rachel complied, opening her legs as wide as she could before bending forward at the waist and not stopping until the palms of her hands were resting on the sandy surface beside the lake.

 

Like me, she was now totally exposed. Looking back between my own legs I could see John’s eyes were as round as saucers. He very much liked what he saw of his Sister in Law’s inner sanctum. I could also see my own husband, Michael, standing close to John so that he could also cop an eyeful. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously, but I quickly dismissed it from my mind as I was in no position to do anything about it. In fact, if I was brutally honest with myself, I was probably jealous because Michael was able to get a full view of beautiful young Rachel’s pussy and I wasn’t able to.

 

Slowly John ran his finger up and Rachel’s buttocks several times, before lowering it and encircling her vagina. She continued to sob quietly. When he stopped his finger at the entrance to her vulva she held her breath. From Rachel’s cries of anguish I could tell John’s finger had invaded her.

 

“You are somewhat dry, my darling little Sister in Law, but lets see if we can change that.” With that John probed deeper into Rachel’s vagina and began to methodically pump his finger in and out.

 

It was not long before Rachel’s breathing began to get ragged, and I could see her knees beginning to buckle slightly. Finally John withdrew his finger and held it up proudly for all to see. It was glistening with Rachel’s juices.

 

“I now declare my charming Sister in Law officially, fucking aroused,” he boasted.

 

“How very scientific of you, John.” Debbie piped in, at the same time walking over to stand beside her husband. Taking hold of his hand she held it down lower where she knew her sister could get a good view of it from between her legs. Then to my absolute amazement Debbie leant forward and took his finger, coated with her own sister’s juices, and inserted into her own mouth before erotically sucking it clean.

Once completed she stared deeply into her young sister’s inverted eyes, and gave her an exaggerated wink. It was an act of pure dominance.

 

At this point my Mother in Law obviously decided she had been in the background too long. Something she was not accustomed to. She strode lazily over to where Troy was standing. I had noticed he had been furtively glancing around as much as he dared to, trying to get an eyeful of what was happening to his girlfriend. When my Mother in Law reached Troy she walked around and stood in front of him, her eyes fixing on his penis. From my bent position I could see that Troy’s penis was almost fully erect.

 

“A little over stimulated, are we young man?” My Mother in Law quizzically enquired of a blushing Troy.

 

“No, Ma’am..yes, Ma’am.” Troy was clearly flustered and embarrassed to be questioned in this manner by a much older woman.

 

My Mother in Law put her hand on his shoulder and swung him around to face the onlookers. “I think the correct answer was definitely ‘yes Ma’am’, don’t you dear friends.”

 

Debbie playfully licked her lips as she nodded in agreement.

 

Troy had submissively opened his legs wide again after being swung around to face the adults. As everyone watched his penis became even more erect, increasing his anxiety levels to boiling point.

 

“Bend over,” my Mother in Law directed.

 

I think Troy was thankful to be able to hide his erect penis. However his relief was short lived as my Mother in Law brazenly reached through his legs and took hold of his scrotum.

 

“Randy, are you boy? Fancy older women do you?”

 

“No Ma’am,” Troy winced.

 

“You think I’m ugly, do you boy?” my Mother in Law was playing Troy like a fiddle.

 

“No Ma’am, you are very attractive for your age.”

 

“So you do fancy me then?” My Mother in Law obviously squeezed his scrotum a little harder as Troy let out a low groan.

 

Debbie was now standing beside the hapless Troy. She had carefully positioned herself so that her younger sister could get a clear view looking back through her legs.

 

“I think you are right Jane,” Debbie winked at my Mother in Law, “he does fancy a more mature woman. I think he craves a bit of experience.”

 

With that mischievous comment Debbie reached under the belly of her sister’s boyfriend and gripped his penis. “Come on Troy,” she cooed into his ear, “Show us all how much you crave an older woman.”

 

With Debbie stroking his penis vigorously, and my Mother in Law holding his scrotum, poor Troy didn’t have a chance. He barely lasted 30 seconds before his body shook and he cried out in intense pleasure.

 

Debbie slowly removed her hand, which had some of Troy’s cum dripping down it. She stepped over to where her sister was still bent over like a staple, and knelt down beside her. She placed her finger close to Rachel’s mouth. “I’ll have to watch that boyfriend of yours. He came so damn quickly and hard in my hand that I am sure he must fancy the more mature woman. Now lick his cum off my finger.”

 

Rachel groaned, but did as she was requested and quietly sucked the cum from her sister’s fingers.

 

“Good girl,” Debbie complimented Rachel’s acquiescence.

 

Troy was then directed to stand up. When he did he revealed the rest of his cum had shot onto his chin and neck. Before he could get a chance to wipe it off he was directed to turn around again and bend over. Troy, Rachel and I were now all bent over in a row, our buttocks invitingly presenting themselves to the five adult onlookers. I could see that each of them had now picked up their selected implement of punishment, and I knew the dreaded moment had arrived when we were each going to be punished.

 

We were shown no mercy. The three of us received ten swats from each of the five adults, who rotated in turn, gleefully awaiting their opportunity to inflict agony upon us. I could not believe how each of the implements inflicted a slightly different type of pain when they impacted on my poor buttocks. But every implement had something in common: it hurt like hell.

 

Despite my relative experience at being punish I was blubbering like a baby even before my punishment was half over. Rachel faired even worse. She began sobbing from the shock of the very first blow and several times she stood up, distraught and furiously rubbing her tender backside. She was only given a few short seconds to partially recover before being forced back into position so her punishment could continue. Troy tried his best to be manly and bravely took most of his punishment with only a few grunts and groans of pain. But when my Father in Law stepped up, the last of his five punishers, and laid into him with the stirrup leather, Troy’s stoic stand crumbled and his tears began to flow.

 

When the punishment was finally over we were given permission to take a quick swim. The icy cool water was heavenly on our flaming buttocks. We were then able to dress, but only from the waist up, with the exception of putting on our shoes and socks. We then had to endure the long, bare-bottomed horse ride back to the ranch.