by Penny Birch
‘Let go, Zoe,’ Sam ordered.
Zoe obeyed, my knicker elastic snapping back against my skin. Naomi pinched the seat of my knickers, pulling out the pouch to let the ball roll a little further down, right under the tuck of my bum, below the hole. I could feel it, hanging heavy in my panties, and I was imaging exactly how I’d look, and what people would think if they saw. Again Naomi’s hand touched me, cupping the bulge in my panties and pressing, to squeeze the mess up between my cheeks and over my pussy. They were laughing, all of them, even Zoe, picking on me, and I could feel a great bubble of humiliation welling up inside myself.
Zoe came into my arms again, hugging me. I kissed her, just giving in, and stuck my bottom out, horribly aware of the weight in my panties and the laughter of the girls. They wanted to watch, to make me show off as if I’d loaded my panties, and I just couldn’t stop myself. Zoe’s mouth opened under mine. I held her to me, close, feeling our breasts press together. She responded, cuddling tighter, pulling me into her. I went, climbing on top of her, my bum stuck up high. Her arms were around my back, our mouths together. She broke away, suddenly.
‘Spank her!’ she giggled. ‘Spank her hard!’
I squealed in protest, but Zoe’s grip tightened, holding me into her. Sam laughed, smacking out at my bum, to catch one cheek. I gave a yelp of shock and pain, even as Naomi caught me around my waist. A hand caught in the back of my panties, pulling them hard up into my crease, the mess in them squelching out to the sides and over my pussy, even up the hole.
They just set on me, all four of them, Zoe holding me, still snogging me as the others beat me. It was hands first, smacking hard where my buttocks bulged out at either side of my filthy panties. I struggled and squealed, writhing in their grip, but to no avail, smack after smack landing on my defenceless bum until both cheeks were hot and smarting.
Zoe’s leg had come up between mine, pushing to my sex. I remembered how I’d done her, spanking until she lost control and rubbed herself off on my leg in wanton lust. She was going to make me do the same, only with the three of them to punish me and a load in my panties, which I knew full well I’d be made to eat afterwards.
It hurt, a crazy stinging, with no respite, hands smacking hard at my bum, my thighs too. At some point they pulled off Zoe’s trainers, using both of them on my poor bum and making the pain worse, far worse, until I was kicking my legs and yelling my head off. That was when my panties came off, tugged hard down my legs to leave the sticky mess plastered up my crease. They were forced into my mouth, mess and all. After that I couldn’t squeal, but only make a pathetic mewling noise as they beat me to the sound of their drunken laughter and Zoe’s shrieks of encouragement.
My pussy was now bare on Zoe’s leg, her warm skin slimy with the food that had been smeared over my pussy. I was rubbing, not really knowing I was doing it, but jammed my sex onto her each time a new slap caught my burning bottom. They saw, and the smacks got harder, more rhythmic, Naomi holding me down, one other to each bum-cheek. The pain was driving me mad, out of control, the spanking coming in hard, heavy smacks to jolt my whole body and smack my pussy into Zoe’s leg. I was shaking my head, writhing my bottom, then bucking it as my climax started and I could no longer stop myself, frigging with desperate energy on Zoe’s thigh until it hit me. I screamed, the soggy panties erupting from my mouth, the smacks reaching a furious crescendo as I stopped, holding my pussy hard to Zoe’s thigh, my mouth open, the red pain gone, in utter ecstasy, stripped, beaten and used, high on the sheer rapture of it.
That was it. As I collapsed they stopped, falling away, still laughing drunkenly. I was spent, utterly, indifferent to the mess of food smeared over my bottom, my mind dizzy, but held to the irony that only by my own utter degradation could I achieve such ecstasy. They’d made me strip to my knickers, made me serve them, had me lick them to order, made me pose as if I had a load of poo in my panties, and laughed at the sight. They’d beaten me, all four of them, even Zoe, younger and smaller than I was, choosing to torment me. What had I done in response? I’d come on Zoe’s leg.
Still, it was me, and I do know myself, I like to think.
I just lay there, exhausted, my mind numb, until finally the bark of a dog nearby pulled me back to where I was. Rolling over to sit up, I quickly pulled my coat over my breasts.
‘Relax,’ Sam chided. ‘Even if someone does come they’ll have seen a pair of tits before.’
‘Not mine,’ I answered. ‘It might be a man.’
‘Who gives a fuck?’ AJ put in. ‘I used to strip, all the way. I’m a virgin, the way straights look at it. Did I care when I had my arse on show at Betty’s?’
‘You’ve got to get used to the way men look at you,’ Naomi added. ‘You mustn’t let it get to you.’
‘Easy for you to say!’ I answered. ‘You’re really strong! Who’s going to mess with you?’
‘It’s confidence, mainly,’ Sam retorted. ‘You’ve got to break out of your own fear. Drive a lorry through it.’
‘How?’ I demanded.
‘Make yourself,’ Naomi said.
‘Walk back to the bike, with your top off,’ Sam suggested.
‘No way!’
‘Just do it,’ Sam urged.
They were teasing me – they had to be, I could tell by the tone of their voices. They were just trying to talk me into doing something stupid, to get a laugh out of me.
‘I’m not going to do it,’ I said.
‘Yeah?’ Sam queried. ‘What if we take your top?’
She snatched out for it, pulling it in to her chest, my bra and trousers with it.
‘Neat!’ Naomi crowed. ‘Make her do it in her boots and dirty panties!’
‘That’s not fair!’ I wailed, snatching for my clothes.
Sam jerked them away, holding up a warning finger to my face. I drew back, biting my lip in frustration, with the tears already threatening to start in my eyes. Being toyed with sexually was one thing. Now they just wanted to make an idiot out of me.
‘Bare tits in the street!’ Sam taunted. ‘Won’t the boys love that!’
‘And the dirty panties!’ Naomi laughed. ‘They’ll think she’s shit herself. Oh, that is good!’
‘Please, Sam!’ I begged. ‘Please!’
‘Be fair on her,’ Zoe said. ‘You can still get arrested for that stuff. In the street anyway.’
‘No way!’ Sam said, ‘Not with just her tits out. A warning, tops.’
‘Leave it,’ AJ said. ‘Too much chance of shit from the police.’
Sam went quiet, taking a pull from her bottle. I’d really thought they’d do it, and felt relief and gratitude well up inside me. AJ had real strength, and they followed her lead without question, making me wonder what else they did for her. For a moment there was quiet.
‘I’ve got it,’ Naomi said suddenly. ‘Stuff her trousers like we did with her panties, and send her home like that, all the fucking way!’
My face must have gone red immediately, betraying my emotions. I looked round wildly for support. Naomi was grinning, Sam no better, Zoe looking worried, but more for herself than me. AJ had her bottle tilted up to her mouth, and her eyes gave nothing away behind her shades.
‘AJ?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, let’s do it,’ AJ answered. ‘What the fuck.’
I would have run, if I hadn’t been stark naked. I’d have been caught anyway, but as it was they were on me in seconds, dragging me down. I struggled, furiously, but they were too strong, far too strong. They pinned me down in the grass, bum up, AJ holding my arms, Naomi on my legs. Laughing and shouting instructions to one another, they pulled off my boots. My panties were put back on, tugged up over my bum, the material cold and slimy. Sam got my combats, forcing one foot into them despite my desperate kicking, then the other. They were pulled up, all the way. They didn’t bother with my top or bra, AJ and Sam just holding me as I writhed and thrashed in their grip.
It didn’t stop them. My trousers and panties were
held open at the back, and every single bit of food from the picnic stuffed down them, bread, tomatoes, paté, guacamole, olives, salad, cream cheese, margarine, bit by bit, to make a great lumpy, sodden mass. Before they’d finished I had stopped struggling. There was no point. It was down my panties. I was soiled.
Sam and AJ relaxed a little, but I didn’t even try to get up. Naomi laughed as she put her hand down my trousers, and all I could do was screw my eyes up in defeat as she began to pulp it up into a thick paste. That done, she pushed it right down, under my bum, and between my cheeks, as if it had all come out of my hole. It felt awful, a huge bulge in the back of my trousers, straining against my dirty knickers. It was up my crease, and over my pussy, even in my vagina. They pulled me up, and I stood, unsteadily, grimacing, my eyes screwed up against the tears, feeling the awful, obscene weight in my trousers.
Zoe had run for it, probably scared that she’d get the same treatment, and I didn’t blame her. Not that there would have been anything to stuff her panties with. It was down mine, all of it. They let go of me, and I reached back, touching it, finding a huge bulge in my trousers, ridiculously large. It felt realistic, squashy and warm against my skin. I was sure it looked realistic, except for the sheer volume of it. Nobody was going to question that, I was sure. It just made it horribly obvious, and they’d just assume I ate far too much and had had the most appalling accident as a result. Some of them would probably even think it served me right.
The girls had stood back, watching me and sniggering. Sam passed me my top and bra, which I put on, with my face set in what I knew had to be the most pathetic look of consternation ever. I couldn’t help it though, with my tears beginning to well up in my eyes.
‘You do look a sight!’ Naomi chuckled, breaking the silence. ‘That is so funny!’
‘It’s not,’ I answered, trying to fight back the catch in my voice.
‘Sure,’ Sam answered, ‘don’t think we don’t know your sort, Dumplings? We know you better than you know yourself. You’ll be masturbating in it the moment you’re home!’
I couldn’t say anything, because I knew it was true. That didn’t make it any better though, which is something dominants never ever seem to understand. Just because it arouses me doesn’t make it any less humiliating for me. Worse, I knew I’d be back for more.
Not then, though. It was too much. At the realisation that Sam knew exactly what I was like I just burst into tears. She had my coat. I snatched it and ran, to the sound of their drunken laughter.
Seven
I couldn’t face the journey home after being bullied on the Heath. With my coat on it didn’t actually show, but the thought of sitting in the mess on the bus was unbearable. I needed some sympathy too, and the company of someone who didn’t see me as an over-endowed sex toy. Fortunately I was in walking distance of Uncle Rupert’s.
I’d been in such a panic that I’d run a good hundred yards before it dawned on me what I looked like. Having the huge bulge in the back of my combats looked awful, but running, with tears streaming down my face made it worse. There’s not much dignity for a girl who’s pooed in her panties, but throwing a tantrum over it loses the final shred.
Two people had seen me, and both were staring, so I was absolutely crimson in the face as I pulled my coat on. Like that it didn’t show at all, and if I smelt like a delicatessen, it was better than if I’d really done it. I could feel it though, squashing and squelching in my panties as I walked, and it was hard to keep the contrite, miserable look off my face.
It can’t have been more than half a mile to Rupert’s in a straight line, but the Heath is confusing, with all those little tracks and ponds and paths that come out where you don’t expect them to. I’d walked a good mile by the time I got to Rupert’s door, and by then the mess was smeared right up the back of my panties and all over my pussy, while it was running down my legs. I was sore, hot and miserable, while all the way I’d been telling myself that I’d prove Sam wrong and not masturbate over what they’d done to me.
I didn’t even know if Rupert would be in, and I didn’t bother to knock, using my key and walking straight into the kitchen. I stopped dead. I’d forgotten about Sarah. She was there, and how!
She was on the kitchen table, rolled up, with my Uncle Rupert holding her by the legs. Her boobs were out, her skirt turned up, her panties twisted into my uncle’s hand. She was getting a spanking, and I could see the lot, every wet tuck and fold of her pussy, her wide red bottom, and everything between. She was masturbating, but the real shock was that I could see what he had done to her. Her bumhole was stretched out, a little rosy star between her spread cheeks. Well, quite a big, rosy star really, sloppy too, with sperm dribbling out of the hole. Rupert had buggered her, and now he was spanking her as she took her own orgasm.
We froze, Rupert and I, for about five seconds before Sarah realised that something was wrong and opened her eyes. I heard her scream of shock even as I ran for the stairs.
It took an awful lot of talking, hours in fact, before Rupert finally managed to smooth things over. For all her exhibitionist streak, Sarah was horribly embarrassed, and angry. That put my back up, because she was being really proprietorial, not just over Rupert, but the house too, and she’d only known him a few weeks.
She resented me coming down in his bathrobe too, and in the end I had no choice but to explain what had happened, more or less, as I needed to get rid of the messy stuff and put my clothes in the washing machine. That left us both red-faced and silent, each thinking about her own humiliation, while Rupert struggled to make things better.
It was long after dark by the time my clothes were dry, and even then the atmosphere hadn’t really thawed out. I went, feeling thoroughly fed-up, and unbearably horny at the same time. I hadn’t fulfilled Sam’s prediction, but only because of what had happened with Sarah. That was bad enough, and I knew full well I wouldn’t be able to hold out once I was alone, but to make things worse I kept getting images of Sarah’s spanked bottom with the hole dribbling sperm.
I’ve watched plenty of girls take spankings, in clubs, even in bars where it’s not really supposed to happen. This was different, intimate, intrusive. In a sense it was far more normal, with none of the leather, rubber and general kinkyness that I’m used to. That made it stronger, more domestic maybe, as if I’d walked in on a genuine punishment spanking. Not only that, but she’d been buggered, and freshly buggered. Minutes earlier and I’d have caught him with his cock up her bum, the cock I’d twice sucked, up another woman’s bottom hole. The thought made my own ring twitch.
By the time I got back to my flat I had abandoned my efforts to preserve my self-respect. My trousers came straight off, my top up and my boobs into my hands. For a moment I played with them, telling myself I’d come over the memory of having sex with Zoe. It wasn’t going to work. I threw myself down on the bed, closing my eyes as my hand slid down the front of my panties. I thought of Sarah, buggered and then spanked while the sperm dribbled out of her bottom hole. On face value it was an appalling way to treat a woman, utterly humiliating, even if that was what she wanted. Rupert was a dirty bastard, no question of it, and I just wished I could have sucked his cock after it had been up Sarah’s bum . . .
I was masturbating, hard, sure I would come over the image of her violated anus and spanked buttocks, only for my mind to slip to my own degradation. With a groan of anguish at my own inability to control my feelings, I thought of the way the girls had held me down, of how they’d spanked my bottom, in a public place, in nothing but panties, and panties I appeared to have just done my toilet in. It had been truly awful, but maybe no worse than running across the Heath with that huge load swinging in my trousers, blind with tears.
Even then I’d wanted to masturbate, and it was impossible not to think of what might have happened if I had. I’d have gone into a kneeling position, among some bushes, pushing my trousers down in my urgency. I’d have stuck my bum in the air, showing off my squashy load
to the sky, my fingers would have gone back and I’d have started to masturbate in it. Only I wouldn’t have been alone. Some dirty old man would have been watching me. No, watching us, all afternoon, getting a good eyeful of parts of me I never, ever wanted a man to see.
He’d have caught me, taken me by surprise, whipped out his cock, wrenched my panties aside before I could react and stuffed it into the mess, and up my well-lubricated bumhole. He’d have buggered me, right there, his dirty big cock squelching about up my bottom as I knelt there, my mouth wide in horror, my hand still down my panties. I wouldn’t have complained, though, not a bit of it. I’d have let him spunk up my dirt box and then masturbated myself dizzy as I sucked on his filthy penis and his sperm dribbled out of my open bottom hole . . .
I came, screaming the house down as it hit me, bouncing on the bed and babbling over and over that I needed to be buggered and buggered hard. It took ages, and it was only when my senses of shame and neighbourly concern caught up with my obscene head trip that I stopped. I didn’t get up, though, or take my hand out of my panties. With the humiliation of what I’d come over had come the memory of who had taken me there, and how they had been exactly right about my reaction. I’d done it, I couldn’t deny that, and my fantasy had probably been dirtier than even they would have guessed. That didn’t stop me thinking about what I’d have liked to put them through in return.
So I lay there with my hand down my panties, idly toying with myself and thinking thoughts of revenge. A hundred schemes went through my head, all impractical, or unsatisfying, or just plain silly. I didn’t want to hurt them, as such, or mess up their lives or anything. What I wanted was to have them feel the same helpless sexual humiliation they had put me through. Just to have given the three of them good, firm, panties down spankings would have been marvellous. Better still would have been to make them suck cock, in front of each other, one at a time.
