The Indulgences of Isabelle
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THE INDULGENCES OF ISABELLE
Title Page
Copyright Page
Symbols
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Questionaire
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THE INDULGENCES OF ISABELLE
'I'd like to be spanked, please,' Katie said happily.
Tiffany gave her a dirty look, but Katie barely noticed, bouncing happily across to Duncan's chair and draping herself across his lap. He made something of an exhibition of it, applying a dozen firm swats to the bulging seat of her jeans before pulling them down and repeating the process on the pink polka-dot panties beneath.
By then Katie was warm, with the soft bottom-flesh sticking out around her leg holes glowing distinctly pink, but she was still blushing as Duncan pulled her panties down. She was given another two dozen on the bare, hard enough to set her kicking and break down her self-control – and to make sure we all got a glimpse of her pussy from behind . . .
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A TASTE OF AMBER
BAD PENNY
BARE BEHIND
BRAT
BRUSH STROKES
BUTTER WOULDN'T MELT
DIRTY LAUNDRY
FIT TO BE TIED
IN DISGRACE
IN FOR A PENNY
JODHPURS AND JEANS
KNICKERS AND BOOTS
NAUGHTY NAUGHTY
NURSE'S ORDERS
PEACH
PENNY IN HARNESS
PENNY PIECES
PETTING GIRLS
PLAYTHING
REGIME
SLIPPERY WHEN WET
TEMPER TANTRUMS
TICKLE TORTURE
TIE AND TEASE
TIGHT WHITE COTTON
UNIFORM DOLL
WHAT HAPPENS TO BAD GIRLS
WHEN SHE WAS BAD
THE INDIGNITIES OF ISABELLE
THE INDISCRETIONS OF ISABELLE
THE INDECENCIES OF ISABELLE
THE
INDULGENCES
OF ISABELLE
Penny Birch
writing as Cruella
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One
'Oh, all right!' Portia snapped, and took down her knickers.
'You broke the rules, so you are to be punished,' I pointed out.
'Yes,' Sarah added, 'and do take that whining note out of your voice.'
Portia didn't answer but clearly she didn't agree. Her face was full of consternation as she got into position, kneeling in the old library chair with her bottom pushed out towards the rest of us. She'd pulled her knickers down as far as her knees, and the undergarment showed just beneath the hem of the loose white summer dress that she was wearing.
'Lift your dress,' Sarah ordered.
'I know what to do,' Portia snapped. Then she'd done it, exposing her bare bottom to the room.
I was always a joy to see her bare herself, partly because of her beautiful bottom but mainly because she was always so resentful about exposing it. Her bum cheeks were full and her tiny waist made them seem fuller still. They were also firm and as pale as cream. Every little movement made them quiver slightly and I could already see a hint of her pussy lips peeping out from between her thighs. She knew full well what she was showing and that knowledge was reflected in her angry, shame-filled expression. I've always found it particularly satisfying to see an upper-class English girl have her panties pulled down in readiness for spanking, and she knew that too, glaring at me as Sarah got up.
'You needn't look so smug, Isabelle. You might get it too.'
'I think not,' I told her.
Portia was about to answer, no doubt with some snotty comment. But whatever she'd intended to say gave way to a squeak of protest as her dress was tucked up higher still to leave her breasts dangling down in an expensive silk bra that matched her knickers.
'Sarah, you said a spanking!' she protested.
'That's what I intend to give you,' Sarah answered.
'Isn't it humiliating enough with my knickers down?' Portia demanded. 'And in front of everybody. I only—'
Again she broke off with a squeak, this time because the cups of her bra had been flipped up, leaving her plump little breasts swinging under her chest like a pair of small pink udders. Caroline giggled.
'You can laugh!' Portia retorted, her face now scarlet with embarrassment. 'Imagine how you'd look.'
Caroline merely stuck her tongue out, but she made a small, self-conscious adjustment to her far larger breasts. Portia turned her face to the window, struggling to hide her feelings as she gazed out across the rooftops of Oxford. We were too high up for anybody to see what was being done to her, although someone on the roof of the Radcliffe Camera would have had a fine view. But that was highly unlikely, so unlikely that not one of us was in a hurry to see Portia's punis
hment completed, except Portia.
'Spank me, then, if you have to!' she demanded, although it was barely a few seconds since her bra had been pulled up.
'All in good time,' Sarah said calmly. 'A dozen each, ladies?'
'That's not fair!' Portia retorted. 'The rules say a spanking!'
'The rules say six of the best with a cane,' Eliza pointed out. 'You should consider yourself fortunate.'
'Fortunate!' Portia gasped. 'I don't think a bare-bottom spanking in front of everybody is very fortunate. I'm not even ready for it!'
'Exactly,' I told her. 'Which is what makes this a punishment.'
'Well . . . maybe. But anyway, I'm not sure it's safe. What if somebody comes upstairs?'
'To go where?' I laughed. 'This is the only room and we've booked it.'
'What if one of the librarians came up?'
'Why should they?'
'Do try and take it like a lady, Portia,' Sarah ordered.
'But it's not fair!' Portia wailed. 'I only told Tiffany—'
'We've heard it already, Portia,' Jasmine interrupted. 'And Eliza is right. It should be the cane.'
'That doesn't make it any fairer,' Portia went on, now twisted back with her breasts and bottom flesh quivering with emotion as she began to defend herself again. 'I spent the night with Tiffany, and spanked her, and she enjoyed it, and—'
'We know,' Sarah pointed out. 'But telling outsiders about the society without the members' agreement is against the rules. Besides, there's still the issue of you taking other girls to bed behind my back, which we'll discuss in private.'
'You've already punished me for that!' Portia whined.
'I may have started, but I have not finished,' Sarah retorted.
Portia's lower lip pushed out into a sulky pout, but only for a moment before she began to complain again.
'Do be quiet,' Sarah ordered. But Portia took no notice, still protesting bitterly that her punishment was unfair.
She only stopped when her knickers were tugged down past her knees by Sarah.
'What are you doing?' she demanded.
'Taking your knickers right off,' Sarah replied.
'I'm already bare, aren't I?' Portia whined. But she lifted her legs one by one to allow the panties to be removed.
'I want you to be quiet too,' Sarah said.
'Sarah, no!' Portia protested as she realised where her discarded underwear was going. 'They're silk, Sarah, and—'
Her voice cut off as the panties were wadded firmly into her mouth, leaving her expression sulkier than ever.
'That's better,' Sarah said, and turned Portia's head to face the window once more. 'Stick that bottom out.'
As she spoke she had pressed down on the small of Portia's back. Portia let out a little sob through her mouthful of panty silk as her bottom cheeks spread to show off the tight wrinkle of her anus and her freshly shaved pussy lips. She held the position, though, the flesh of her bottom trembling and her face dark with blushes for what she was showing. She was already breathing deeply, while a bead of juice at the mouth of her vagina betrayed her arousal.
'Katie?' Sarah offered.
Katie got up, flushing with pleasure at being chosen first, which brought me a twinge of jealousy. I gave her a smack on the seat of her jeans as she stepped towards the library chair, and she gave me a brief apologetic look before addressing herself to Portia's bottom.
'I'll be gentle,' she promised, and began to pat at Portia's cheeks.
It can't have hurt, but that allowed Portia to concentrate on the humiliation of receiving a punishment spanking in front of the rest of us, as Sarah knew full well. For all her arousal there was nothing fake about Portia's shame. Over the previous year she had been growing gradually more dominant, increasing tensions between her and Sarah and making it ever harder for her when she had to have her bottom smacked. Now was no exception: her face was full of resentment even as the flesh of her bottom began to flush pink and her pussy grew slowly puffy in response to Katie's gentle slaps.
'That's at least three dozen, Katie,' Caroline pointed out.
'Oops, sorry,' Katie replied. She stopped spanking.
'You can go next, then, Caroline,' Sarah offered.
'Yes, please,' Caroline answered, jumping up.
Unlike Katie, Caroline was far from gentle, applying hard smacks to Portia's bottom and pausing after each to fondle the plump cheeks and tickle between them. Soon Portia was squirming and kicking her feet, which only encouraged Caroline. As a townie and part-time stripper, Caroline had always felt resentment at Portia's privileged background. To get Portia's knickers down for a spanking was a rare treat and not one that she intended to waste. She gloated over her victim's helpless excitement and nudity as she dished out her share of the punishment and rather more. That was all very well, but I knew that Portia craved attention and the best way to really humiliate her was to ignore her during her spanking.
'Even if she did break the rules,' I said, 'we do need to consider new members, especially now that Laura and Pippa have gone.'
'Seven seems enough to me,' Sarah replied. 'After all, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. Do we, Portia?'
As she finished speaking she planted a firm smack on her girlfriend's bottom. Caroline moved aside, allowing Sarah to take over.
'So long as we are discreet I see no objection to new members,' Eliza put in. 'Besides, now that Isabelle is fully trained and both Portia and Jasmine seem to prefer to take dominant roles we are in danger of getting out of balance.'
'That's true,' Jasmine agreed. 'Especially when there are men around.'
'We can't really expect to use Dr Treadle's house unless we invite him,' Sarah pointed out, still spanking Portia but otherwise paying no attention to her at all.
They continued to discuss membership and premises, and I hid a smile at the ever-increasing resentment on Portia's face. Our discreet female-only society, the Rattaners, had now been in existence over a year. We had met once a month during term time, either at Laura's remote cottage – until she and her girlfriend had moved away – or at Dr Treadle's house, which was detached and also near the ring road. The noise of the traffic drowned out the cries and the sounds of smacked female bottoms, but of the seven of us only Jasmine and Caroline actually liked men. My own feelings were ambivalent, but I knew that private locations were always useful.
For the first meeting of the Michaelmas Term we had booked a private reading room in the Bodleian, ostensibly for a meeting of the James Malcolm Rymer Society. Rymer was a Victorian author so obscure that we could be confident that nobody else was likely to apply for membership, while the reading rooms on the top floor were sufficiently secluded for spankings to be dished out in them, especially the Latimer Room, which was up a little staircase of its own. I had run a series of tests with the aid of Katie and Caroline, spanking one while the other listened, and concluded that we were safe as long as the girl on the receiving end was quiet about it, a problem easily solved by stuffing her knickers in her mouth.
Portia's were about to fall out, and Jasmine stuffed them back in again as she took over. Like Caroline, she considered Portia somewhat stuck-up, adding to the pleasure of spanking her, while there had been ever-increasing rivalry between them during the Summer Term. She spanked hard, avoiding Portia's now-red bottom-cheeks in favour of the girl's still-pale thighs, which soon had her victim wriggling more violently than ever and sobbing with pain. Eliza followed Jasmine, applying twelve no-nonsense smacks to the tearful Portia's bum.
I rose as the last one landed, ignoring the pleading look from Portia's wide, moist eyes as I took her firmly around the waist. She was soaking wet, and her bottom-hole had begun to contract rhythmically in her excitement. I knew what she wanted, but she was supposed to be being punished and I intended to keep it that way. That didn't stop me stroking her to feel the heat from her hurt skin and the texture of her bottom, so full and fleshy and completely feminine that just to touch it made my own pussy tight
en with desire. I could smell Portia too, the musky scent of her arousal and the perfume she used mingled together in an intoxicating fragrance, making the temptation to slip my hand between her thighs almost too much to resist. Suddenly she was pushing her bottom up, her dignity gone completely as she offered herself to me.
'Oh no you don't,' I said with a laugh, and gave her a hard spank.
Everybody had seen the movement, leaving Portia red-faced with embarrassment and trembling badly. I stepped back.
'Did you know that these rooms are sometimes used for tutorials?' I asked.
Portia gave me a wild look, the frustration burning in her stare.
'You wouldn't, I suppose, you being a scientist?' I went on as I walked across to where a tall blackboard was fixed between two bookcases. 'But they are, and have been for ever so long, which I suppose is why they have these.'
Portia's eyes went round as she saw what I'd picked up: a pointer, about two feet long, slender and made of some hard dark wood.
'I imagine that's Victorian,' Eliza remarked.
'Probably,' I agreed. 'But I dare say it can survive being applied to Portia's bottom, and the rules do say six of the best.'
The expression on Portia's face was close to panic, her eyes wide and her lower lip trembling. Streaks of eyeliner marked her cheeks where she'd been crying and her skin was flushed right down to her neck. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy had begun to open, but there was real fear in her eyes as she threw a pleading look to Sarah, who merely shrugged. I smiled, twitching the stick in my hand as I approached Portia once more.
She hung her head, powerful sobs now shaking her body and making her dangling breasts jiggle. I spent a moment fondling one of them, enjoying the soft, heavy feel, the stick resting across the flesh of her bottom. She was making it worse for herself, her anger and the power of her sexual reaction bringing out the sadist in me so strongly that it was hard to retain my poise.
'Six,' I told her. I stepped back a pace to measure my stroke.
I had every spectator's full attention, all five of them: Eliza calm as always, Sarah with one corner of her mouth twitching up into a smile, Jasmine openly delighted, Caroline grinning and half-consciously stroking herself through her top, Katie wide-eyed and frightened but perhaps the most excited of them all. As I lifted the pointer Portia flinched, her bottom cheeks tightening, her eyes closed tight. I made her wait, until her self-control began to break down and she started to sob. Then I brought the stick down hard across her bottom. She jerked and gasped at the impact, which left a long pale line across her flesh – a line that quickly turned to red.
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