by Penny Birch
‘Is Mel coming?’
‘Sure. She’s hunting. Hey, I heard what you did to her. Hilarious!’
He nudged Jeff and both of them laughed. It was impossible not to smile in response, as it seemed that tricking Melody into taking a spanking was making me a bit of a celebrity.
‘Have one yourself,’ Jeff offered as I put his pint down on the bar.
‘Thanks. I’ll have a large white wine.’
‘Make it a bottle.’
I took a cold one, poured myself a generous glass and stuck the bottle back in the fridge. The press at the bar had begun to die down, and after serving one more order I turned back to Monty and Jeff. They seem just the sort of men it’s fun to tease; ever eager and easily controlled, with a certain spice from Monty’s reputation. All the other new guests seemed to be part of the same group too, so I knew I could say what I pleased.
‘So, if you’re going hunting, why are you all dressed in combats? Shouldn’t you be in jodhpurs and pink coats?’
‘Nah, if you do that, you get all the antis on your back, and when you try and explain you’re only chasing girls they just don’t get it.’
‘Chasing girls, you two? I mean, how do you expect to catch Annabelle? Not exactly built for speed, are you.’
I was laughing as I said it, hoping they’d rise to the bait, but neither seemed put out at all.
‘Tactics,’ Jeff replied, tapping the side of his nose.
Monty, grinning, had put his hand in his jacket pocket and was about to pull something out. I caught a glimpse of a rubber ball, much like the sort you throw for dogs, but then Jeff had pushed it back.
‘What is it?’ I demanded.
‘You’ll see,’ Jeff told me. ‘Tomorrow.’
They piqued my interest, but before I could insist they show me another man had joined our group. He was their age, perhaps a little older, but well built and good-looking in a slightly slimy way, while his uniform was immaculate and decorated with medals and three pips on the shoulder tabs.
‘Yo, Jeff, who’s the cutie?’ he said, his eyes flicking up and down my figure.
Jeff jerked a thumb at him.
‘Jemima, meet Gavin. He runs Razorback.’
‘That’s me,’ Gavin responded. ‘I am the money man. The man whose bonus started the credit crunch. In fact, there’s only one thing bigger and I’ve got that too, right here.’
He thrust out his crotch and gave the bulge in his combat trousers a squeeze. I couldn’t resist trying to take the wind out of his sails. ‘Let’s see then.’
‘Sure.’
He just unzipped, then and there, opening his fly to scoop a large, smooth set of cock and balls out of his trousers, weighing them in his hand for my inspection. I was staring, open-mouthed, for once in my life actually shocked, although I had to admit they were quite nice. Monty and Jeff thought it was hilarious, roaring with laughter and slapping their fat thighs.
‘Not in the bar, please, Jemima,’ Chris said, his voice weary.
‘I wasn’t doing anything!’ I protested.
He just shook his head, clearly convinced that it was somehow my fault. Gavin had put himself away, but the image was clear in my mind; a vision of his big, smooth cock lying on the bulk of his scrotum, at once disgusting and immensely appealing. I tried to play it cool. ‘Gosh, the last time I saw one that size was at school, down a microscope.’
He just laughed and took a swig of Jeff’s lager, then made a face and ordered a bottle of champagne. I went to fetch it, feeling flustered, but quite good too. They were an odd lot, city boys and computer nerds, army fantasists and general weirdoes, but I was very much the centre of attention. And for once it looked like I’d be keeping my clothes on, at least until I chose otherwise.
Gavin, Jeff and Monty had gone to a table, and once I’d prepared the bottle of champagne I took it over to them. Mr Hegedus had come out and was talking to Chris, but I barely noticed him. I never really did any more, because he was so much under his wife’s thumb, and so easily manipulated he wasn’t really any fun. Gavin was far more interesting; a man I could tease until he was desperate and then charge high for a one to one. I gave him my best pose as I poured his champagne, wishing I was in my other uniform so that he could see my froufrous, but his eyes were firmly locked on my bottom anyway.
‘I think you like what you see, don’t you?’ I said, only to finish with a squeak as a firm slap was applied to my bottom.
I spun around to find Mr Hegedus directly behind me, trying to look serious but with his mouth twitching in and out of a lecherous smile. ‘Your behaviour is a disgrace, yes?’ he said.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked, genuinely puzzled.
‘To tell guests to show their cocks in the reception!’ he answered in mock outrage. ‘A spanking is what you need, young lady, right here and right now!’
‘Hey no!’ I squeaked, drowned out by laughter on all sides and voices raised in encouragement.
‘That’s the way!’ Jeff called. ‘Staff discipline, ever so important.’
‘Vital,’ Gavin agreed, ‘and no better way to keep it than a good spanking.’
‘Pull her knickers right down,’ Monty put in. ‘I want to see her cunt.’
He was going to, because Mr Hegedus had lost no time at all, grabbing my wrist and plumping his weight down on the nearest chair. I fought back, shocked and not at all ready for a spanking, let alone in front of men I’d meant to tease. But it was a bad mistake. Seeing that Mr Hegedus couldn’t handle me on my own, all three of the men came to help. Any one could have dealt with me easily, and in just seconds I’d been forced down across Mr Hegedus’s knee, squealing and pleading as my legs were spread and my arms twisted up behind my back, rendering me helpless as eager hands pulled up my uniform skirt. I was trying to kick them, and calling them every name I could think of, but it only made them laugh the harder. One of them got a grip on my knickers and Monty had got his wish, my open pussy right in his face as I was stripped behind, with my scream of protest ignored.
Mr Hegedus brought a hand down on my bare bottom and the spanking had begun, fast and hard with all four men laughing as I wriggling and bucked and squealed, making a complete exhibition of myself but unable to stop. Other men clustered around, eager to watch; leering at me and passing remarks about how I looked, calling me a brat and a baby for not taking my spanking meekly, one even commenting on how tight my bumhole looked. I tried to get myself under control, knowing full well that the less dignity I showed the more they’d enjoy my punishment, but it was no good. The pain was too much, the situation too humiliating. Instead I let go completely, bursting into tears of shame and frustration; a full blown spanking tantrum as I writhed and squirmed in their grip, my legs cocked wide and my bum bouncing up and down in my struggles as the smacks rained down.
Somebody said I’d had enough, maybe because I was crying, and at that Mr Hegedus slowed down, applying a few lighter smacks to my bottom, then stopped. I slumped down, gasping, my legs still wide apart even when they’d let go of me, my pussy flaunted and my bumhole winking but too far gone to care for what I was showing. My bottom was ablaze, my chest heaving, my pussy shamefully wet. I thought they’d have me, then and there, taking turns until every single one had satisfied himself inside me.
Instead it was Mr Hegedus who took advantage, taking me by the hand and leading me from the room; my head hung and my bare red bottom wiggling behind me, the men clapping and cheering for the way I’d been punished. I felt desperately sorry for myself, but he’d got me too deep in submission and high on spanking to resist as I was led to my own chalet. Inside, I was put on my knees and his thick, dark cock flopped out into my face. The tears were still streaming down my cheeks as I took him in, but I was sucking willingly enough.
He’d soon sat down, pulling me into him and adjusting himself; his balls pulled out so he could make me kiss and lick at his fat, hairy scrotum. I did it, utterly humiliated as I served him with my tongue, unable to stop
myself as I used every technique I knew to get him excited. Soon he was fully erect, rubbing himself in my face and tugging at his shaft as I attended to his balls and knob. He began to call me his baby, and to ask if I was enjoying having a hot bottom.
I nodded on my mouthful of balls and leathery skin, unable to deny it. They’d tucked my skirt up when they stripped me and my bottom was sticking out, my knickers well down to show it all, my ready pussy and my pulsing bumhole. If Mr Hegedus had wanted he could have fucked me, even put it up my bottom. I’d have given in, hating him while he buggered me, but still mewling with pleasure for the feel of his cock in my rectum, maybe even sucking him clean once he’d spunked up inside me.
Then it was too late anyway, his cock erupting in his hand; a spurt of thick white come erupting from the tip to splash down in my face and hair. A second stream into my open mouth as I struggled to catch what he had to give. The third well down my throat as I took him deep. He was done, my face and hair covered in spunk to show me up for a dirty little slut. But I wasn’t done. I knelt back, my knees wide, jerking my skirt up at the front to show him my cunt, wet and ready between my open thighs.
My hand went down and I was masturbating for him, deliberately showing off and thanking him over and over again for what he’d done to me, telling him that next time he ought to fuck me. And at the very moment my orgasm kicked in, when I had no control over my desires whatsoever, and I begged him to bugger me and make me suck his dirty cock.
Chapter Eight
If it hadn’t been for Mrs Hegedus I might have got what I wanted, although wanted isn’t really the word. While I’d been frigging myself, there had been nothing I’d wanted more than his thick brown cock up my bum, and even after I’d come I was still so high on sex and spanking that I’d have let him push me into it. Maybe he would have done, but a distant bellow from his wife sent him into a panic. She gone out after fetching me from my chalet, which was the only reason he’d dared give me my spanking in the first place. She’d come back earlier than expected. He was in such a panic that he was actually trying to blame me for what had happened, calling me a slut and a tease as he struggled to escape through the window.
He nearly made it, but was still trying to squeeze the bulbous mass of his hips through, upside down with his legs waving in the air, when the door was pushed open so hard it made the chalet shake. Somebody had obviously told Mrs Hegedus where he’d gone. She showed no surprise whatsoever, but merely grunted, then let out a stream of abuse in what was presumably Hungarian, grabbed his feet and pushed. He shot out of the window like a cork, vanished from sight briefly before beating a hasty retreat, while still babbling apologies in Hungarian. I made a dash for the door.
I almost escaped, but it had swung back and she caught me before I could get it open again. There was no question about what was going to happen. Over I went, turned up with my still bare, pink bottom in the air for a firm, no-nonsense spanking that had me crying again in seconds. She really laid in too, calling me a slut over and over again; other things too, but in her own language. Once she’d finished I was dumped snivelling on the floor and told that I’d get the same again if she caught me anywhere near her husband, and that he was only allowed to spank me in her presence and with her permission.
She sent me to bed, and I didn’t dare disobey, lying on the coverlets with my hot bottom turned up for maybe an hour before I finally gave in to my need. I’d been punished, again, not in play but for real, and it was impossibly exciting. Four times I brought myself to orgasm before I finally crawled into bed; still in my uniform and with my knickers rolled down the way he’d arranged them for my first spanking, and one more time before I fell asleep.
In the morning the idea of being taking Mr Hegedus’s cock up my bum seemed revolting, and the fact that I’d asked for it agonisingly embarrassing. Having been spanked in public, taken away for sex and then spanked again was almost as shameful, because everybody knew; they sniggered and made dirty little jokes behind their hands while I served breakfast. But to really put the icing on the cake, I’d been told to put on my sexy uniform without knickers, so was showing off my bare bum throughout.
I got smacked, groped and pinched so often that when I finally managed to find a minute to inspect myself in the mirror I looked as if I had chicken pox. One guest had even tried to stick a piping hot sausage up me when I bent to serve the next table, making me drop a full jug of orange juice in Fat Jeff’s lap. He’d put me straight over his knee, just for a few playful swats, but now my uniform was wet and sticky, so I badly needed to change and to apply a little cream. I knew what that would do to me, but there was really no choice and after a quick trip to my chalet and one more shame-filled climax I was back, now in my ordinary uniform, but only to get it from Mel for not being properly dressed, in front of everybody and left with my skirt rolled up and knickerless, again.
By that time I was dizzy from spanking; while mistreating me seemed to have helped put everyone else in a good mood as they assembled outside for the fox hunt. Gavin had gone to his car, a jeep, painted in camouflage colours with “Razorback Paintball” stencilled on the side in brilliant scarlet and orange letters and yellow highlighting. There was a picture too, of a huge razor-backed boar pig, standing on his hind legs, his body criss-crossed with ammunition belts and a gun in his hands, or rather, his trotters. The pig was wearing shades, and so was Gavin, tempting me to make the inevitable comparison, which earned me a quick trip across the bonnet for yet another spanking. That left me rubbing my hot cheeks as he sauntered back to the rear of the jeep, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction for a job well done.
Annabelle had arrived with Melody, although there was no sign of Morris. A broad, black leather collar circled her neck, with a chain which looked like a real dog lead attached. She also had a coat on, and trainers, but that seemed to be it; at least to judge by the glimpses of her long, slender legs and taut belly when she let her coat part. I couldn’t help but feel a little envious of her, when she was getting so much attention; now they’d seen every single detail of my body while I was punished, most of them had lost interest. Then again, the fox hunt sounded quite scary, as it was plain that anybody who caught her could have her, and that she had no say in whose cock she had to accommodate, or where it got put.
‘One of Amber Oakley’s best,’ Gavin was saying as he opened a sturdy aluminium case, ‘only a shame she’s not here to have it stuck in her own bottom!’
Several of them laughed at his joke, which I knew would have made Amber furious, especially as she’d made him some amazing kit: two long, thick fox brushes, each of which was attached to a curved shaft with a plug at the tip, all too obviously designed to go up the wearer’s bottom. Annabelle gave a delicate shudder as she leant close to inspect them.
‘They look real!’
‘Real?’ Gavin retorted. ‘Of course they’re real. Do you think I’d go with fake? This is genuine fox! So are the masks, look.’
He opened a second case, in which two weird little masks had been laid out, each like the upper part of a fox’s head, complete with ears but no snout, rather like Venetian masks. They looked perfectly horrid, but I was glad they’d omitted the snout and teeth, until Gavin explained why in response to a question from Melody.
‘That’s so she can suck cock without taking it off. The brushes come with little fishing line belts too, and some lube, so if you want to give her one up the bum you just pop the plug out and whoops, up it goes!’
Melody nodded casually, but I saw Annabelle shiver. Gavin lifted one of the brushes from the case, holding it out to Mel, who took it, examining the plug for a moment before turning to Annabelle.
‘Drop your coat.’
Annabelle obeyed without hesitation, shedding her coat to stand nude but for her collar and trainers, with the tattoo declaring her the property of Melody clearly visible on her shaven pussy mound. She was very slim, but muscular too, and it was hard to see any of the men catching her, even th
e few that looked fit. They evidently had other ideas, grinning and nudging each other as Melody carried on. ‘Stick out your bum.’
Again Annabelle obeyed without hesitation, but I noticed she had closed her eyes as she put her hands on her thighs and stuck her bottom well out, allowing her cheeks to part and show off the knot of her anus and her pussy lips.
‘Lube,’ Melody demanded.
Gavin handed it across, watching wide-eyed in fascination as Melody squeezed out a long, fat worm onto the plug and another between Annabelle’s open cheeks. The plug went between her cheeks; Annabelle’s mouth came open slightly as her anus gave way and the tail was in, held firmly up her bumhole with the shaft rising between her cheeks to project as if it was really growing from her spine. Gavin passed the belt and Melody fixed it in place, leaving the tail sticking up over Annabelle’s bottom at a jaunty angle. She put the mask on herself. Melody unclipped her lead and she was ready; standing naked and nervous in the ring of men who were going to chase her down, catch her if they could and use her any way they wanted.
‘Nice,’ Gavin remarked, squeezing his crotch as he eyed Annabelle up and down.
‘Shame not to use both sets of gear,’ Jeff remarked, casually but looking at me. ‘How about the maid runs too?’
Melody nodded. ‘Why not? Get her.’
I’d realised what was coming and tried to make a dash for it, only to run straight into Monty. He might as well have been a hippo for the amount he moved, and the others grabbed me immediately. I tried to protest, telling them it wasn’t fair and that I’d had enough, but my heart wasn’t in my protests and they knew it. My uniform was peeled off, even my stockings, and I was held wriggling while my bottom was greased, Melody sliding one well lubricated finger deep into my rectum and wiggled it about. Her finger came out and the plug went up; pushed deep to leave my bumhole agape and the big, bushy tail sticking up from the top of my slit. I could smell fox as they pulled the mask on over my head, making me gag.
