by Penny Birch
‘Humiliating,’ I admitted.
‘But not as humiliating as this, I bet,’ she answered, and she began to pull my knickers down.
I didn’t answer, because I couldn’t. The lump in my throat was too big. That is always the strongest moment for me, when my knickers are pulled down and my bottom laid bare for punishment, no matter how hard I’m spanked or what humiliating details are added, and now it was being done by my own niece. To make it worse I could see myself in the mirror, my bottom looking huge and round in the tight white cotton panties, and then coming slowly bare as she took them down, exposing my full, pale cheeks with my hairy pussy showing between my thighs and the pink spot of my bumhole just visible between.
Jemima giggled to see me bare and made a final adjustment to my panties. Then they began to spank me, taking turns. From Jemima it stung, but every slap of Hudson’s enormous hand jammed me forward and made me gasp for air. It was at least slow, until they changed tactics and began to smack a cheek each, which soon had me wriggling across their legs and kicking in my panties.
Inevitably that made Jemima laugh, and she spanked all the harder in order to get more reaction out of me, until I was tossing my head and sobbing with the ever rising shame of my predicament and the pain of the slaps. They were merciless, spanking harder still, Hudson now with his arm around my waist to hold me in place, and I was on the edge of tears when it suddenly stopped.
I heard a footstep and twisted around. There was a girl standing behind me, tall, with platinum-blonde hair and the sort of cultivated perfection made possible only by a lot of money and spare time. A set of keys dangled negligently from one hand. She was smiling down at my bare bottom with a look of mingled amusement and contempt. I felt the blood rush to my face and tried to get up, but Hudson kept his arm where it was, trapping me in my exposed position.
‘Had to spank one, did you, Hudson?’ she asked, then looked into my face. ‘Been a naughty little girl, have we? Or did he just decide to tan you because you have such a big, fat butt?’
‘Just a maintenance spanking,’ Hudson chuckled. ‘Jemima, Penny, let me introduce you to our team Captain, Tiffany White.’
Five
TIFFANY HAD BEEN flat-sitting for Hudson while he was in the UK. I suppose any relationship that begins with one person being introduced to the other bottom first is likely to be a bit unequal, and that was definitely the case between me and Tiffany. She even applied a few smacks herself before I was allowed up, and obviously assumed that my submissive nature gave her the right to treat me as her servant.
At the time I was too turned on to protest, which was a mistake, but I really do hate confrontation. The next day, as I was making breakfast for all three of them, I was telling myself it wouldn’t be for long and that I should treat the situation as a fantasy. It might be irksome at the time, but afterwards I would be able to look back on a period of fairly genuine servitude, while there was always the chance that she might be the one to spank Jemima.
Unfortunately Jemima did not get the same treatment. They got on like a house on fire, principally because they were a pair of spoiled brats, and despite being brought up in different countries had far more in common with each other than either did with me. The same was true of the remaining Tribeca Tails, all five of whom were privileged white girls from the district, and also taller than me, slimmer than me and younger than me.
There was Tiffany’s sister Talana, a younger version with an extra dose of spite; the twins, Rebecca and Roberta, both so pale that I first thought they were albino; Jessica Allerton, whose father was a fairly senior politician and seemed to be taking an appalling risk with his career; and Courtney Reifsneider, the daughter of an industrialist and always known as the Princess. They assembled at Hudson’s flat on that first morning. He had gone out early to deal with various business matters, leaving Tiffany in charge, and again I failed to protest as she detailed me to make the coffee.
I brought it on a tray to the living room, where the seven girls were gathered, swapping gossip and discussing their tactics. Only Jemima even bothered to thank me as I passed around the cups, which set Talana giggling.
‘Oh, I love you English, you’re so polite! You don’t have to thank the maid, sweetie, this is Manhattan.’
‘I’m not the maid,’ I pointed out, but Talana merely looked at me as if astonished to find I could speak.
‘She’s not,’ Tiffany confirmed, laughing. ‘Hudson’s signed her up as third reserve, although God alone knows why, unless she’s sucking him off. She got one in a practice twenty.’
‘One?’ Jessica echoed in disbelief as I went pink.
‘One,’ Tiffany confirmed. ‘Hudson and Jemmie gave her a spanking, Brooklyn Bitches style. You should have seen her, what a hoot!’
A ripple of laughter passed around the room as my face went from warm to boiling. Talana was sitting next to Jemima, and raised her hand to have the palm smacked in congratulation for my punishment. I opened my mouth to protest, but the situation spoke so deeply to my fantasies of humiliation that I was powerless to speak. There I was, the object of contempt for seven girls, girls cruel enough to enjoy fucking others with strap-ons, girls who thought an older woman being spanked was funny.
‘Maybe we should adopt the same system?’ the Princess suggested.
‘No way!’ Roberta and Rebecca responded, more or less as one.
‘I’m not being spanked!’ Jessica agreed. ‘And I’m sure as hell not having my spanking posted on the net. Imagine all those creepy perves getting off on you, yuck!’
‘Enough of them got off on you when we beat the Belles,’ Tiffany pointed out.
Jessica merely shrugged, unwilling to argue the point, and Tiffany went on.
‘We can’t imitate the Bitches, no way. We’ll stick to the system Hudson gave us.’
‘What’s that?’ Jemima asked.
‘Tops off if you don’t make the grade,’ Tiffany explained, ‘bottoms off if you don’t make it twice, and you get to do practice in the nude.’
This was a detail Hudson had kept from us, but Jemima simply giggled. I’d given all the coffees out and sat down to drink my own, a little apart from the others. They began to talk tactics, now serious, and I did my best to listen and understand, but like Hudson they used so much jargon it was hard to keep up, let alone work out how I was supposed to fit in if I ended up playing. Fortunately that was highly unlikely, as all seven of them were full of enthusiasm and were presumably good, or at least better than me.
I’ve never been good at sport, and sitting on the edge of that group listening to them talk took me right back to my schooldays. On the rare occasions when I didn’t manage to get off games completely, and sometimes during gym, there had been a nasty little ritual. The teacher would appoint two captains, invariably fit, athletic types, and the captains would then take turns choosing the girls for their teams. I was always among the last few chosen, sometimes the last of all, which had meant standing there with my humiliation rising in little jumps as girl after girl was picked before me. Now I felt the same, but then I had at least had the satisfaction of being able to wipe the floor with them academically. That was now irrelevant.
Finally Tiffany clapped her hands together.
‘OK, practice. Let’s go!’
They rose as one, skipping to the team room, and I was left to clear up the coffee things. Not that I minded, as my intention was to busy myself with tidying the flat while they got on with training. Unfortunately I’d no sooner got the crockery into the dishwasher than Jemima popped her head out of the team room.
‘Come on, Auntie Penny, what are you doing?’
‘Just clearing up a bit. You don’t need me, do you?’
‘Of course we do! You’re in the team, aren’t you?’
‘Well, yes, but I—’
‘Come on!’
Still I hesitated, only for Tiffany to call out from beyond Jemima.
‘Get your big ass in here, Penny, unless
you want it smacked again!’
‘There’s no “I” in team, Penny,’ somebody else called as the rest of the girls burst out laughing.
I groaned at the last remark and gave up, blushing as Jemima dragged me into the team room. Some of the girls were in panties and bras or just their panties, but others had already changed into their Tribeca Tails costumes, something I didn’t have.
‘Um … I need to change,’ I said. ‘I won’t be a minute.’
‘Go in your knickers and bra,’ Jemima suggested.
‘I don’t think you’ll be needing your bra,’ Tiffany said, and threw me a ball. ‘Let’s see you do twelve out of twenty, or it’s down to your panties.’
I’d dropped the ball but picked it up, blushing furiously but unable to stop myself doing as I was told. They were all watching as I walked to the spot, Talana not even bothering to put her top on but standing topless with it dangling from one hand. I was going to be in the same condition myself soon, inevitably, but where she was showing off her firm, high breasts with pride, I’d have been made to strip.
‘You can do it, Auntie,’ Jemima urged.
‘Yeah, right,’ Tiffany answered her and the others laughed.
I tried as hard as I could, lining up each shot carefully and trying to judge the right trajectory to make the ball go through the net, but the thing seemed to have a will of its own. Four attempts and I hadn’t scored once. Eight and I’d got a single hit. Twelve and I’d got three, but it was too late. They made me finish anyway, and I ended up with five hits.
‘That’s better than one,’ I pointed out.
‘Not good enough,’ Tiffany answered me. ‘Strip to your panties.’
There was pure sadism in her face as she said it, and I could only comply, blushing furiously as I peeled down to my knickers. They were large and white, spanking panties, which are comfortable as well as making me feel sexy, but the girls seemed to think they were comic, laughing at me and commenting on the fleshiness of my bottom. I was trembling with humiliation as I folded my clothes, and praying none of them noticed the wet patch that was spreading over the gusset of my knickers.
‘Shots first,’ Tiffany announced, ‘and I don’t want to see any more bare titties. You’re first, Jemmie.’
She threw the ball to Jemima, who caught it confidently. I was hoping one or more of them would fail, so I wouldn’t be the only one playing topless, but Jemima managed an impressive eighteen hits out of twenty and none of them got fewer than fourteen. Tiffany was well pleased, particularly with Jemima, whom she was calling her new star as she walked to her locker.
‘We’ll do this with our masks on,’ she instructed, ‘like it’s for real. Four on four, and I’ll take Tal, the Princess and Jemmie. Jess, you’re captain.’
‘Why do I get Penny?’ Jessica demanded.
‘Because I say so,’ Tiffany answered, ‘and you’ve got the twins so we’re more or less even. Let’s play.’
We got into position, seven girls in bizarre, sexualised bunny costumes and me in nothing but my panties. I had absolutely no idea what to do, but it wouldn’t have mattered if I had. Not one of them was less than five inches taller than me and they didn’t have the disadvantage of being barefoot with their tits bouncing in every direction while they played. I was simply cut out of the game, but the teams were still more or less even, because the twins were not only taller than the rest of us but much the best players. After half an hour I was tingling with sweat and badly out of breath, but we were seven points ahead and Tiffany seemed satisfied.
‘We’re going to take them, girls,’ she assured us. ‘OK, so this is our line-up, myself, obviously, Becky and Bobby, Jess and Jemmie. Sorry, Sis, you’re first reserve, but we can’t play favourites, not when we’re up against the Brooklyn Bitches. Princess, you’re second reserve, and then there’s Penny.’
She gave me a pitying look, then crooked a finger at me.
‘Come here.’
I came, feeling more embarrassed than ever as they made a ring around me.
‘You really are hopeless, aren’t you?’ she demanded.
What I should have done was point out that I’d never wanted to play their ridiculous game in the first place, but I merely hung my head. Tiffany nodded, then spoke again.
‘At least you’re good for some entertainment. Let’s pass her around, girls.’
I knew exactly what she meant, because I’ve had it done to me enough times, but I had no time to react beyond a pathetic squeal as she reached out to tug down my panties. One of the girls behind me slapped my bottom and I was sent staggering forward even as Tiffany sat down. She had me across her lap with one smooth motion, my bum in the air and my knees cocked wide with my knickers stretched taut between them.
She began to spank me, with the other girls clapping in time as my bottom bounced and calling out encouragement. I could do nothing except gasp my way through the punishment as they took me over their knees one by one, first Tiffany, then her little sister, then Jessica, passing me from lap to lap as they took turns to sit on the chair. The twins did me together, with their knees locked the same way Jemima and Hudson had done the day before, and the Princess took off my panties to leave me stark naked across her legs. Jemima came last, and made the most thorough job, spanking so hard she had me kicking my legs in my pain and making an even more ludicrous display than usual of fat red bottom cheeks, furry pussy and tiny pink bumhole.
I was shaking hard when they finally let me up, my whole body flushed and hot, tears running down my face. They showed no sympathy whatsoever, laughing and joking as they stripped off. I stood watching, telling myself it was all in fun and that I should enjoy the attention, but I’d been stripped naked and thoroughly humiliated, my knickers taken away and my bottom spanked, leaving me with a choking feeling in my throat and a desperate urge to come.
They went to shower and I trailed behind, wondering how deep their intimacy went and what they’d do with me if I was allowed to join in. The way I felt, I’d happily have licked them in turn, and not just their pussies but their bumholes too. Unfortunately their pleasure in other girls’ bodies wasn’t too deep, and while they teased and jokingly soaped each other, that was as far as it went.
I got in last, my bottom still hot under my hands as I began to wash, feeling sensitive and immensely vulnerable, badly in need of further punishment or to be used for their sexual pleasure. Rebecca was still in the bathroom, towelling herself down and not paying the slightest attention to me. When she and her sister had spanked me she’d twice paused to rub my bottom, and I was sure that for a moment her fingers had deliberately lingered between my cheeks. As she stretched to put her towel on the hot rail she was stark naked for a moment, so tall and lean and beautiful, with her wet silver hair hanging down her back and stiff nipples pointing up at the tips of her tiny breasts. I couldn’t keep the words in my mouth.
‘Would … would you like me to …’
As I broke off I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, wiggling the tip to make it very obvious what I was offering. She looked at me in astonishment, then spoke.
‘Are you a lesbian?’
It seemed a bizarre question, from a girl who’d just helped spank me in front of six others, not to mention fucking women from losing teams with a strap-on, but it was no time to get into a discussion about definitions of lesbianism and bisexuality.
‘If you’d like me to be,’ I told her.
She didn’t answer, her expression flickering with uncertainty for a moment. I could see she wanted it, but guessed that to do it alone with me was more intimate than anything she’d tried before. The door was still open, and we could hear the others talking down the passage, but there was no reason for any of them to come back into the bathroom.
‘Quickly then,’ she said, suddenly breathless.
I scrambled from the shower, dripping wet, but didn’t even bother to towel myself down. She’d sat down on the loo, probably because it was convenient, but it was a del
icious way to make me lick, enthroned on the lavatory while I crawled to her to put my tongue to her pussy. Her legs opened wide even as I got down on my knees, making a V shape of her long, long thighs, her pussy a neat pink oval beneath the pale puff of her pubic hair, which she’d shaved into a neat triangle. She gave a little moan as I reached her and I buried my face, licking in eager gratitude, and breaking off only to tell her what I was thinking.
‘Thank you for my spanking, that was nice.’
She didn’t even answer, but took hold of my hair, pulling me firmly into her sex. I began to lick once more, enjoying the soft flesh of her sex lips and the little folds between, bumping the tip of my tongue over her already swollen clit, while my hands were already back between my legs, stroking my own plump, puffy sex. I knew we might not have much time before somebody got curious, so turned my full attention to making her come while I let my mind dwell on the way she’d spanked me, her knees locked with her own twin sister’s, caressing my bottom in between slaps, and with another five vindictive little brats looking on and enjoying my degradation.
I must have been further gone than I thought, because my orgasm came far faster than I’d expected, in a series of sudden, hard contractions that had me clenching my cheeks and clutching at my pussy. She barely seemed to notice, holding me firmly against her sex with one hand and stroking her breasts with the other, clearly about to reach her own climax. Then she did, her fingers twisting hard in my hair and a muffled sob escaping her lips as she came under my tongue. A moment later we broke apart.
‘Thank you,’ I managed, after a moment to gulp in air. ‘You’re lovely, thank you.’
‘OK,’ she answered, nothing more, save a smile as she wiped her pussy.
She wrapped a fresh towel around her and hurried away, leaving me with a touch of regret. It had been nice, but too hurried. I’d have liked to take longer and to go further, maybe licking her bottom hole or even letting her pee in my mouth, although it seemed unlikely she was quite that kinky. I definitely needed to come again, and decided to do it in my room, with the door unlocked so that I could enjoy the thought of the humiliation if they caught me frigging my dirty little pussy over what they’d done to me.
