les histoires de chrislebo

My concerns that life would never be the same following my spanking session with my boss, Geoff, and my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben, were both right and wrong.

My work environment has continued on largely unchanged. Geoff has never mentioned the luncheon punishment at my Parents in Law's house. He has largely treated me as he did prior to the incident. Although sometimes I catch him staring at me through his office window with a small smile on his face. I am probably wrong, but I always imagine he is reliving the spanking incident, and is picturing my nude, exposed body receiving the riding crop on my buttocks or thighs. It sends a shiver up my spine and I cannot help blushing.

I have made a determined effort not to change my behaviour towards my boss, but in reality this has proven very difficult to achieve. When your boss has witnessed you in such an intimate, exposed manner, and had the opportunity to punish you severely, your attitude towards them cannot help but be altered. Right or wrong, it is the reality. Trust me on this.

There is no doubt I am more subservient towards Geoff. Not to the extreme that I am like a slave to him in the workplace, or even run around trying to please him all the time. But I do no longer view him with contempt and openly try to put him down. And when he does ask me to do something I try extra hard to achieve it, and enjoy receiving his positive feedback. Perhaps it is an indication that not only has my attitude to Geoff changed, but also perhaps my whole permisterality has undergone a change. Am I becoming a better permister? A better wife? A better Daughter in Law?

Many weeks have passed since the luncheon incident with my boss, Geoff. However every single week I have been 'invited' to my Parents in Law's house at least once, sometimes twice. Mostly my 'invitations' are to drop in after work on my way home. If my husband, Michael, is away on business I am invited over for dinner, and these are always the most intense, drawn out punishment sessions.

On two occasions my Parents in Law have invited me over for lunch. On these occasions I need to ask for an extended lunch break from my boss. I always blush when I ask him if it is all right if I am back 30 minutes late from lunch as I have to visit my Parents in Law. Geoff readily agrees, with a knowing smile on his face. I get the impression he is hoping he will get a second invitation to join us all for lunch.

When my Parents in Law invite me to drop in after work I do not have a lot of time, as my husband, Michael, generally arrives home around 6.00 pm, which gives me an hour to spare. These after-work punish sessions tend to be straight to the point, and devoid of much of the preliminaries.

When I enter my Parents in Law house I briefly greet Jane and Ben before going straight into the lounge and standing in the corner. They have now changed my routine slightly, as I think they feel it adds to the embarrassment for me. I now stand in the corner fully dressed, waiting until they enter the lounge and are seated.

When instructed to do so, I then walk over to them and proceed to undress while they watch my every movement. I am no longer extended the courtesy of being able to remove my clothing in relative privacy. As I take off each item of clothing I pass it to Jane who carefully folds it and places it on the coffee table beside her. When she has completed the task she reaches out her hand towards me, which is my cue to remove the next item of clothing and hand it to her. Once I forgot to wait until she had put her hand out, and received an extra dose of spanking.

The most embarrassing part is always when I remove my panties. Not because it exposes my shaven genitalia to them, but because there is always a damp spot in the crotch of my panties, resulting from the sexual excitement caused by the anticipation of my upcoming offense and spanking. I have tried changing my panties just before I leave work to drive to my Parents in Law, but despite the fact that it is only a 15-minute drive I still have secretion on my panties when I arrive.

When I hand my panties to Jane she always goes through a little ritual of opening them up so she has got a clear view of the crotch. She views the wetness, and shakes her head disapprovingly. This always causes my lower lip to pout, and I am genuinely ashamed of myself.

To make matters worse she then passes them over to Ben who repeats the routine. He then likes to make me even more mortified by lifting my panties up to his nose and inhaling my aroma.

Once they have completed the panties routine, and I am totally naked, I must assume my lurid 'position'. I place my hands on my head, push my elbows back, and thrust my perky little breasts forward. Then I open my legs wide and wait. They then take the time to inspect my pubic area to ensure I am freshly shaven. If they feel the stubble is too long it is reamister for additional punishment.

Initially it was always only Jane who inspected my pubic region, but now she shares the task with Ben. The whole process is torturingly humiliating, but is more so when it is Ben touching my genital area. Especially as it is evident through the bulge in his trousers that he is erect. Although the purpose for touching my pubes is supposedly to check that I am freshly shaven, both Jane and Ben always manage to 'accidentally' rub the back of their hand, or a finger, against my swollen lips and clitoris. On such occasions I struggle to stop myself from pushing my hips forward in an attempt to increase the pressure of their touch.

They both know well that these offense and punishment rituals are very sexually stimulating for me. However they never allow it to become overt, and is never spoken of outside of the punishment sessions. It would therefore be very poor form for me to act in a manner that was clearly, and overtly, sexual. I had the impression that if I thrust my hips forward they would be very disapproving, and the resulting punishment would be severe.

Once the inspection of my genitalia is complete I am pulled over Jane's knee without ceremony and given a short, sharp spanking. I must then thank her for the spanking before walking on my knees over to Ben to get a repeat dose. I then thank him also for the spanking. They know that I will shortly be on my way home to Michael and therefore take care to ensure my buttocks are not too tanned. In fact by the time I arrive home most of the redness is gone, although my buttocks are sensitive enough to remind me I what I have been through.

I think Ben and Jane know the humiliating ritual they put me through is almost worse than the actual spanking, therefore do not feel any need to make the spanking lengthy or overly painful.

Once they have finished spanking me I stand up in front of Jane and she takes the folded bundle of my clothes and methodically dresses me like a little young. Even to the extent of giving me a pat on my bottom to send me on my way home.

When I arrive home I am always on a high and feeling very sexual. I struggle to wait until bedtime so I can make love to my husband, Michael. Since my punishment sessions commenced my sexual appetite has skyrocketed, much to Michael's amazement, and extreme pleasure. When we have sex I love to feel his rough hands touching my tender buttocks. It makes my orgasms explosive.

Whenever Michael is going away on business, which tends to be every three weeks or so, my Parents in Law always invite me over for dinner. I know I will also be punished. What I do not know is how I will be punished. Ben and Jane always try to vary these sessions to find new ways of humiliating and punishing me.

On one of these dinner sessions, about six weeks ago, I arrived sharply at 6.30 as instructed. Jane said she had forgotten to get something for dinner and asked if I wanted to ride in the car with her to the supermarket. I was always wary of being in the house alone with Ben therefore readily agreed.

Jane backed out of the garage onto the road, but did not drive off. She turned her head towards me and looked me straight in the eye.

"Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees."

I was shocked. Up until now my offense had always been conducted within the confines of my Parents in Law's home. And I always felt this is where it would remain. I was totally unprepared for Jane's request and sat there stunned, unable and *** to move.

"Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees" She repeated herself slowly, as if talking to a young who was struggling to understand the request.

I wanted to say something to her about the inappropriateness of what she was asking of me, but as is often the case in these types of situations, words failed me.

I inhaled a few deep breaths, then reached down and unbuckled the belt of my jeans, and unfastened the fly. As inconspicuously as I could I raised my bum off the seat so I could lower my jeans and panties. As I lowered my backside I felt the roughness and cold of the car seat pressing against my nakedness.

"Lower them to your knees, as I asked."

I lowered my jeans and panties until they were bunched on my knees. Jane then reached into the glove box of the car and pulled out a box of tissues, removing several of them.

She leaned towards me with the tissues in her hand.

"Raise your bottom," Jane requested.

I looked back at her, frowning with confusion.

"Raise your bottom so I can put these tissues under you. I don't want you secreting your juices on my car seat, do I?"

Oh my God. How utterly and totally humiliating. Her propensity for finding new ways to humiliate me knew no boundaries.

I raised my bottom and felt totally foolish as she carefully laid the tissues under me. Once completed Jane set off for the supermarket

I began to get uneasy as we turned onto roads where there was more traffic. I was mortified someone would look into the car while we drove pass and see my nakedness.

Jane could see the apprehension written all over my face

"Don't even think of pulling your jeans up. If you do you will receive a severe punishment."

I hung my head and stared at the crumpled heap of clothing at my knees. I was afraid to look up in case I saw someone looking down at my naked thighs. We travelled the rest of the way to the supermarket in silence. As we arrived at the supermarket car park Jane drove past empty car parks until she found one that was directly under a light. She looked over at me with a self-satisfied smile

"Back shortly." Jane disappeared into the supermarket to do her shopping.

I furtively began looking around the car park, carefully watching for people moving about. If someone walked beside the car I would be fully exposed to them. What if it was somebody I knew. I then spotted a lady with her young flower heading directly towards our car. In a blind panic I pulled my panties and jeans up. I did not have time to fasten them, but rested my hands in front of my pelvis to conceal myself.

As the woman walked right past the car she looked over at me and gave me a polite smile of acknowledgement. I sheepishly smiled back.

Once the woman and young were out of sight I looked over to the supermarket and spotted Jane walking towards me. I frantically lowered my jeans and panties, trying not to make it obvious to Jane what I was doing.

Jane placed the groceries in the back seat of the car, hopped into the driver's seat, and drove away without a word.

I silently blew a heavy sigh of relief. That was close. Almost busted.

We drove in total silence

We were nearly two-thirds of the way home when my Mother in Law pulled the car over to the side of the road.

She then turned to me and looked at me in anger.

"You pulled your panties and jeans up, didn't you?"

Oh darn. This was not good.

"Yes, Ma'am. But you don't understand. There was a lady and young walking directly past the car. They would have seen my nakedness."

"No you do not understand, Kym. When I give you an instruction, you know you must obey it. Now give me your belt."

I tried hard not to cry, but couldn't help sniffling. I pulled the belt out of my jeans and reticently handed it over to my Mother in Law. With the belt held in her hand Jane got out of the car and walked around to my door. As she opened my door she unfastened my seatbelt and before I knew it she had pulled me out of the car.

I grabbed hold of the car to maintain my balance as my jeans and panties were around my knees and very much restricting my movement.

With one hand on my shoulder she roughly turned me to face the car. Then to my mortification she reached down and lowered my jeans and panties to my ankles, exposing me even further. Even though the road was in an industrial area, and not a main thoroughfare, there was still a good chance of a vehicle driving past.

I then felt the bite of my own belt across my bare backside, and it caused me to cry out. Jane was not holding back. The spanks came fast and furious. Gone was her normal methodical approach of alternating the spanks between buttocks. Even my thighs were not spared. I buried my head in my arms on the side of car and tried to stifle my tears.

I heard the toot of a horn and looked up to find that a motor vehicle with two young teenagers in had driven past. They must have appreciated the view as they did a U turn and drove back past slowly. Even though it was semi-darkness they would have been able to see my naked backside was getting a damn good spanking. Jane continued on, undeterred by the sightseers.

Finally she stopped. My buttocks and thighs were on fire

"Take off your jeans and panties!"

I quickly complied, and handed them to my Mother in Law.

"Now get in the car."

The car seat felt like sandpaper against my buttocks, and I let out a low groan. The tissues were gone, and had obviously fallen out when I was pulled from the car. Jane noticed this.

"Are you wet?"

"No, Ma'am." I wasn't lying. Normally I am swollen and wet when I am humiliated, but what I had just received was a straight out punishment for misbehaving. It had happened so quickly, and been so severe that I was not sexually stimulated.

"Let me check. I am not sure I can trust you tonight."

With that she held her hand out in front of my pelvis. Reluctantly I slide my legs open to give her access to my vagina

"Lift up"

Gripping the sides of the seat I lifted myself up, careful to keep my legs spread. Embarrassingly she ran her fingers up and down my pubic lips several times. I willed myself not to become stimulated.

Even though I was sure I was dry she did not seem satisfied. Or perhaps it was just for the offense she knew it would cause me. She pulled more tissues from the box and placed them under me.

Satisfied I was now not going to stain the fabric on her car seat she started the car, and drove the rest of the journey in silence.

Once back at their house Jane drove into the garage and turned the engine off.

"Get out of the car, close the garage door, then come inside and tell Ben why you have been punished." Jane then exited the vehicle, my jeans, belt and panties in her hand.

I looked out the back of the car and could see the roadway through the open garage door. My Parents in Law's garage and house is off the road a bit, probably about forty yards. But close enough for anyone to get a clear view if they should look down the driveway. The road appeared deserted. Quickly I leapt out of the car and raced to the garage door. For what seemed an eternity I struggled to find the cord to pull the door closed, but finally completed the task. I then made my way into the warmth of the house.

Jane was in the kitchen completing her preparations for dinner. She ignored my presence. Meekly I put my head around the corner into the lounge and spotted Ben sitting in his favourite chair reading the newspaper. I gingerly walked over to him, only too aware of my nakedness from the waist down. Ben's face was hidden by the newspaper. I waited patiently, but he continued to read, seemingly unaware I was there.

I coughed polite to attract his attention. Ben slowly lowered the newspaper and looked at me enquiringly. If he was surprised by my nakedness he did not show it

"Yes Kym?" he enquired politely, but with a detectable hint of smugness.

"I have been punished by...your wife." I knew I was not to address my Mother in Law as Jane during our punishment sessions.

"And may I ask why?"

"Because I did not keep my jeans and panties down at my knees as asked."

"And how were you punished?" Ben was clearly enjoying the Question and Answer time.

"I was made to stand naked beside the car while your wife spanked me with my own belt."

"And did anybody see you?"

"Yes, sir. I think two teenagers saw me getting spanked and drove back a second time." This was gut-wrenchingly humiliating. But now I was back in the safety of my Parents in Law's house, having to recount the incident, I was finding the sexual excitement that had been previously absent. I squeezed my legs together and could feel the genital puffiness of early stimulation.

"Turn around and let me have a look at the belt marks on you rear end."

"Yes, Sir." I turned around, and lifted my top up so he could get a good clear view of my buttocks.

"Did you cry?"

"Yes, Sir. I tried to be brave and strong like you want me to be. But it hurt heaps and I could not help sobbing."

"Did you wet the seat of my car?" Jane yelled from the kitchen, so loud I was sure the neighbours would hear.

"No, Ma'am."

"No what?"

"No, Ma'am, I did not wet the seat of your car." Jane could totally humiliate me just with her words

"You know I do not trust you tonight. Go and fetch the tissues so that I can inspect them."

Flushed with embarrassment I walked back to the garage, rummaged around in the car to find the tissues I had been sitting on, then returned them to the kitchen where my Mother in Law was waiting from me. I placed the tissues on the kitchen bench, then stood silently, waiting, hands by my side. I felt like such a little young.

Finally Jane finished stirring the pot on the stove, and nonchalantly turned to where I had placed the tissues. She made a real show of inspecting each tissue for any sign of dampness. Then to be doubly sure she brought them to her nose and sniffed.

"All right, I believe you on this occasion. Now take off the rest of your clothes."

I removed my blouse and bra so I was totally naked.

"Now set the table for me."

"Yes, ma'am."

We then sat down to eat. I was very self-conscious, being totally nude while we chatted away and ate our meal. I tried to act normally but it was damn hard. I was also very aware of my tender backside and thighs. I was not comfortable in my chair, but tried not to wriggle around too much.

Once the meal was finished and we had cleaned up, I was expecting to be taken into the lounge for further punishment. But as I mentioned, my Parents in Law have developed the habit of varying my punishments during these evening sessions.

Ben pointed to the side door that went out into the back yard. "I want you to go out into the yard and wait for me to come out. I want to have a cup of coffee first, and then I will be out to finish your punishment."

I stood aghast. Even though high fences enclosed the yard, the neighbouring houses were close by.

"And stand in the middle of the yard where we can see you."

Again the boundaries were being pushed by my Parents in Law. However I did not even attempt to argue the point. I knew better than that. Gingerly I opened the back door and peered out into the yard. The lights from the neighbours meant the yard was surprisingly well lit.

I walked to the middle of the yard. Even though I knew the neighbours could not see me I still felt very vulnerable and exposed. I looked up at the kitchen window and saw Jane and Ben both staring at me as they drank their coffee. I stood with my hands crossed in front of my breasts, partly because it was cool outside, but also it preserved some of my modesty if a nosey neighbour happened to peek over the fence.
Eventually I heard the door open and saw Ben approaching me. He held my belt in his hand.

"Raise your arms straight up in the air," he commanded.

I hastily obeyed.

"You are to receive a further six spanks with the belt. If you do not keep your arms straight above your head I will start over again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"If you do not want the neighbours looking over the fence to investigate you will remain very still and allow me to deliver the six spanks quickly."

"Yes, Sir, I will try very hard, Sir." I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for the first blow. I knew from Jane's spanking that the belt would be painful.

And it was. The first spank caused the air to expel from my lungs with a whoosh. I bit my lip so as to not cry out. I was paranoid that if I made an anguished noise a neighbour would surely come and investigate. The noise of the belt connecting with my backside was loud enough.

The subsequent five spanks followed in quick succession, and I suspect Ben was taking it a little easy on me. As the last blow connected I heard the noise of a neighbour opening a door and walking outside. I bolted inside the house like a frightened deer, which made Ben chuckle.



That evening signalled a significant development in the punishment sessions delivered by my Parents in Law as they have moved outside the sanctuary of their home to deliver the punishment.

On three further occasions Jane has taken me for a drive in the car before dinner, usually under the pretext of having to get something she had forgotten for the meal. Once we pull out onto the road way she directs me to lower my jeans. On the last occasion I was wearing a dress, and thought I would get away with pulling it up around my waist. However she made me remove it, and my panties, totally. She then made me open my legs as wide as the confines of the car would allow. As we drove we passed close to several vehicles and I blushed with shame. But I hate to admit it; I was also becoming very excited.

I was now more relaxed with these outdoor excursions, and as the nervousness subsided it was replaced with sexual excitement. The thought of being caught in this compromising position was becoming an aphrodisiac for me.

The worst part was as I became sexually excited I also became incredibly wet below, and even though I was made to sit on tissues I would sometimes secrete my fluids right through them

On these drives my Mother in Law would always find a dark street where she would pull over and make me get out of the car so that she could administer a punishment to me. On this last occasion she acted very angry when she glanced down at the car seat and saw the wet spot on the seat fabric. I received a double punishment, and was made to clean the car seat in the nude when I got home.

My punishment sessions were taken to another level last week when I travelled away for the weekend with my Parents in Law. Michael was going to be away for several days on business so Jane and Ben suggested to their mister that I come away with them for a few days break. Knowing how much I was seeing of his parents, Ben knew I would be delighted and happily agreed on my behalf. In truth, if the decision had been left up to me I would have still gone.

And it turned out to be a very memorable occasion.

All week I was excited by the prospect of my weekend away with my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben. I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me, but that only served to increase the anticipation. I hate to admit it but I could feel my panties getting damp just visualising what they may do to me. I enquired a couple of times from Jane as to what our itinerary was, but she just smiled back at me and said nothing.

"But how will I know what clothes to take?" I enquired curiously

"Oh, I think you will need little clothing." It was an innocent enough response from Jane but I blushed at the underlying connotations.

On the Friday evening my husband, Michael, dropped me off at his parents house on his way to his business meeting. Michael had no sooner departed when my Parents in Law informed me we were about to drive to the airport. It had been a long time since I had flown and I was excited by the prospect. We threw the suitcases in the boot of the car and set off, Ben driving, Jane in the front passenger seat, and myself in the backseat.

"Where are we going?" I enquired like an excited young.

"Well, wouldn't you like to know," Jane responded with her usual big grin. "It is a surprise." The tone of Jane's voice changed. "Now, young lady. You know how I expect you to be behaving when you are in our car. You don't want me to pull over on the side of this busy road and punish you for being such a disobedient Daughter in Law?"

I blushed yet again. Jane was of course referring to the fact that whenever I travelled with her in the car I always had to have my bare backside on the seat. Without hesitation I unzipped my snug-fitting stretch jeans and wriggled them down over my backside and down to my knees. My panties then followed suit.

Jane looked over my shoulder to check I had obeyed correctly. She smiled when she noticed I had pushed them right down to my knees, as she requires. Jane rummaged in the glovebox and when she turned around again she had several tissues in her hand. This was always so degrading. My Mother in Law would put tissues under me when I sat naked in the car, as she knew I became so sexually stimulated my juices would secrete onto her car seat. The only difference this time was that I was going to have to do it myself, as Jane could not reach.

Sheepishly I took the tissues from her, raised my backside off the seat, and carefully laid the tissues under me before settling down again. The drive to the airport proceeded without further incident.

As we approached the airport carpark I became increasingly nervous as there were many people moving around and the area was well lighted. As we pulled into the carpark I was frantic, but dared not move.

Then to my absolute relief Jane turned to me, "Pull those pants up, you naughty little hussy. Showing yourself off like that to everybody."

I responded in a flash and my panties and jeans were back in place in record time.

We were only in the airport lounge a short time when our flight was called, not that I had any idea what our flight was. It was not until we were seated in the aircraft and our Captain welcomed us to our flight to Ohio that I found out our destination. This gave me goose bumps, as I knew that Ben's business partner, John, and his wife, Debbie, lived in Ohio. John and Debbie were the only people, aside from my boss, Geoff, who had witnessed first hand my being punished by my Parents in Law. I wanted to ask if we were going to be meeting with John and Debbie, but felt it would be no use, as they would not tell me anyway.

On the flight the three of us were seated together, with me in the middle and Jane and Ben either side. Once we were in the air United served us with takes and a snack, then we settled back to enjoy the flight. I pulled the airline blanket over me, lowered my seat back, and closed my eyes.

I felt Jane's hand gently touch my shoulder, and as I turned lazily to face her she whispered into my ear, "Remove your shoes."

I obeyed.

"Now go into the toilet and remove your panties, and hand them to me when you get back."

I looked at my Mother in Law, embarrassed by her request. But also exhilarated. I knew this was all part of the game she played with me. She knew how to push the right buttons to make me humiliated but also sexually excited.

I clambered awkwardly over Ben, who was smiling knowingly at me. This was obviously pre-planned by my Parents in Law. In the toilet I did a nervous pee before removing my panties. Once my jeans were back in place I stuffed my panties in my pocket and made my way back to my seat.

Again I had to clamber awkwardly over Ben as he made little effort to make room for me to reach my seat. Once seated I reached into my pocket, extracted my panties, and went to hand them to Jane.

"Put them back in your pocket," Jane commanded quietly. I frowned at her confused, but obeyed.

"Now stand up, and hand me your knickers like a good young lady should." I was so embarrassed, as I was sure neighbouring passengers could not have helped but overhear my Mother in Law's request.

Gingerly I stood up, extricated my panties from my pocket once again, and holding them in a tight ball in my fist passed them to my Mother in Law's open hand. To my horror she let the ball unravel in her open palm, so it was clearly evident to anybody watching that she was holding a pair of knickers.

"Good girl," she smiled, as she placed my knickers in the pouch of the seat in front of her.

Hastily I sat down, pulled the blanket over me, and settled back once again.

"Now remove your jeans to your knees."

I was mortified by this request. Although I had a blanket on my lap, it would make me very vulnerable to exposure. My heartbeat increased, but damn it all, so did my excitement.

Trying to look as inconspicuous as I could I reached under my blanket and unzipped my jeans, and very gradually edged them over my buttocks and down my thighs to my knees, being very careful to ensure my blanket stayed in position. Once the task was completed I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into my seat, trying to act normally. However my Mother in Law was not finished with me yet. She wanted to take my offense a few steps further.

"Have you completed the task?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Show me."

I looked around to ensure no one was obviously staring at me before carefully lifting up the side of the blanket so that Jane got a peek of my naked thighs.

"Good girl. Are you wet?"

I couldn't believe this woman. Would she never let up? And to make matters worse I knew I was sexually excited and my labia was swollen, which meant I was in distinct danger of leaving a wet spot on the seat.

"I am excited," I confessed

"Which means you are probably wet." My Mother in Law pressed the issue, speaking too loudly for my liking.

"Yes, Ma'am," I admitted in defeat.

She gave me the same sort of look a lady would give a naughty young who had just spilled her ice cream. Jane then reached into her handbag and conveniently produced some tissues.

"Am I going to have to do it for you?" Jane enquired, holding the tissues in front of me.

"No Ma'am. I will." I virtually snatched the tissues from her, and again tried to look totally inconspicuous as I raised my butt slightly and placed the tissues under me.

I again relaxed back into my seat, half expecting my Mother in Law to make further demands, but fortunately she did not. Half way through the flight I needed to pee again but decided it would be in my best interests to hold it in until we had landed. Jane made me wait until the flight had hit the runway before allowing me to pull my jeans back up again. As we departed our seats my Mother in Law took out my panties and dropped them on my seat, on top of the pile of slightly soiled tissues. Very embarrassing!

At the airport we picked up a rental vehicle, and as we drove from the airport Jane looked back at me. She did not need to say a word. I lowered my jeans, and at least did not have to worry about my panties. I even reached over so she could hand me some fresh tissues. I actually fell arelax with my trousers at my knees, exposed to passer-by's.

When I awoke we were driving along a bumpy roadway, and looked around to see that we were on a small ranch, and were heading up to the homestead.

Jane looked over and noticed I was awake. "You had better pull your jeans up, little lady."

I was so groggy from my relax that I had forgotten about my nakedness. Hastily I made myself presentable.

As we drove up to the house I noticed Ben's business partner, John, and his young wife Debbie, standing on the porch waving at us. I groaned inwardly with trepidation. I could well remember the mixture of disgust and unbelieving fascination that Debbie had displayed when she and John witnessed my discipline at the home of my Parents in Law. To make matters worse there was also another young couple standing on the porch beside Debbie.

I was plainly very uncomfortably, not to mention embarrassed, as everyone greeted each other with great warmth. I was introduced to the young couple, who turned out to be Rachael, Debbie's eighteen year old youngest sister who was on vacation for a few days, and her boyfriend, Troy, who looked to be a similar age.

It was very late at night so we all retired very soon after our arrival, and I was relieved my Parents in Law made no further demands of me. I was a little dismayed to find I was sharing a room with Rachael and Troy, however everyone was so weary that relax came easily.

The next day we awoke to glorious sunshine and sat outside having a leisurely cooked breakfast. Rachael and Troy turned out to be a very friendly, outgoing couple and we quickly bonded. Late-morning we decided we would all go horse riding, which was great for me as I had never ridden a horse before. We had a lot of laughs as I helped Rachael and Troy round up the horses and they showed me how to put the saddles on. They had plenty of horses, enough for all seven of us to go riding.

To be honest, I would have preferred to just go off riding with Rachael and Troy. I was constantly weary when I was in the company of my Parents in Law. I never knew what embarrassing big surprise they would hatch up for me. However I hoped there would be safety for me in numbers. I should have known better!

Riding a horse turned out to be a lot of fun, although a little tough on the backside. We rode into the hills for a couple of hours before stopping beside a picturesque little lake for a picnic lunch we had bought along with us. The isolation and peacefulness was such a wonderful contrast to the city life I was use to.

After lunch Rachael, Troy and I played in the huge rock formations beside the lake. I really did feel like a young teenager again. It was great to let go the burden of adulthood and feel like a free spirit.

By the time the three of us rejoined my Parents in Law, and John and Debbie, we were all hot and sweaty.

"Why don't you three young ones have a swim in the lake before we head off," Debbie suggested.

I was not sure if Debbie was trying to be sarcastic by grouping me in with the 'young ones', considering her and I were about the same age, however I knew better than to react.

Rachael and Troy jumped at the idea and were soon stripping off their outer clothing. Both were wearing boxer shorts, and Rachael had a full sports bra supporting her surprisingly full breasts. Being a typical woman I felt a small snippet of envy that she was almost two bra cup sizes bigger than me. Importantly their undergarments were not revealing so they were happy to strip off in front of strangers and dive into the lake.

I, unfortunately, was not in such a happy position. For one thing, I was not even wearing a bra. Since I have small perky breasts I often go braless under my tee shirt.

Plus my panties were a very small pink lacy thong that left very little to the imagination, if you know what I mean. When we dressed this morning I had no idea we were even going to be riding horses, let alone swimming in a lake. I felt a bit annoyed Rachael or Troy hadn't given some sort of warning as to what we might be doing for the day. I could have at least had the opportunity to dress more appropriately. As it was I felt more than a little foolish as Rachael and Troy waved at me to join them in the lake.

All four of the 'adults' turned to look at me expectantly.

"Aren't you joining them Kym?" John enquired.

"No thanks," I responded coyly

"Of course you are." Jane jumped in. "Now strip off and get in that lake."

Knowing Jane, she sensed I did not have appropriate undergarments, therefore was not going to miss the opportunity to cause me embarrassment.

"No!" I responded petulantly.

All four stared at me, and I began to sense I had started a battle of wits I had no chance of winning. I decide honesty was my best method of eliciting sympathy.

"Unfortunately I am not wearing a bra." I tried to be as polite as possible. "And unfortunately my panties are very brief. Therefore I am just not dressed appropriately for a swim. Besides I don't see you four stripping off to your underwear and diving into the lake!"

I didn't mean to say the last sentence. I just felt a brief flash of indignation that I was the only one being picked on, and the words just blurted out. I immediately regretted it, but it was too late.

I expected my Mother in Law to explode, but surprisingly she just beckoned with her finger for me to come and stand in front of her. I couldn't help noticing Debbie had a wicked little grin on her face. She knew I was in trouble and was obviously pleased with this little development.

I took the few small steps until I was standing in front of the four, seated, adults. If I had felt like a teenager earlier when playing in the rocks, I now felt like a ten year old.

"Do you know what happens to my Daughter in Law when she disobeys an order?" Jane spoke quietly but with authority

I closed my eyes in shame "Yes, Ma'am."

"What happens?" Jane was going to drag it out of me.

"She gets punished, Ma'am."

"Correct. She certainly does. Now unless you want a double dose I suggest you strip off real quick and join the kids in the lake. We will deal with our little problem later."

I could not believe how dumb I had behaved. I had let my modesty get in the way of my good behaviour. I could have kicked myself. If I had just gone for the swim in the first place I would not have set myself up for a punishment.

I went to walk over to the rocks a few yards away to get some privacy but Jane intervened. "Get undressed right here girl. We are not going to sit around here waiting all day while you throw your tantrums."

My ears burned. As quick as I could I lowered my jeans, revealing my pink lacy thong. Then I pulled my tee shirt off in one movement and quickly dashed towards the relative safety of the lake.

"Kym, you come back!" my Mother in Law barked

I froze mid-step, turned, and took the long walk back to where Jane, Ben, John and Debbie were seated on the sand. All sets of eyes seemed to be soaking up my semi-nudity.

"What is that you are wearing?" Jane was pointing at my knickers.

"It is my thong, Ma'am." I looked down at the sand to hide my embarrassment.

"Is that appropriate wear for a ranch?"

I badly wanted to raise the point that when I dressed in the morning I had not given any thought as to what activities I would be doing during the day, but I well knew a respectful Daughter in Law does not argue the point.

"No, Ma'am."

"I think not," Jane waved me away, having made her point. I turned and headed back to the lake. As I looked out to the water I realised both Rachael and Troy had stopped swimming and were ogling my semi-nude body, seemingly disbelieving I would be brazen enough to go swimming in only a lacy thong.

Although the water was cold I was thankful for the protection it afforded me from prying eyes. I tried to relax and play with Troy and Rachael, but I found it hard to put the thought of the upcoming punishment out of my head. As always, the anticipation whipped my contrasting emotions up to fever pitch, and my body began to feel warm despite the cold water temperature.

Not surprisingly I did not want to leave the safety of the water, but all too soon John was beckoning for us to come ashore. Troy and Rachael bounded out of water and joined the others, where Debbie had a couple of towels waiting. Due to my reluctance I took my time exiting, which was probably a mistake as by the time I left the water all sets of eyes were firmly focused on me.

Due to the cold water I had goosebumps and my nipples were hard. But the worse part was the water had sucked the flimsy material of the thong into my pussy lips, which meant the contours of my vagina were clearly outlined. I made a beeline for the towels.

Jane pulled me up short. "Are you wet young lady?"

I stared at her mortified, but when I saw the big grin on her face I realised she was playing with me.

"Yes Ma'am, the water was very wet." I hoped Rachael and Troy had no idea of the double connotation, although it was not missed by Debbie and John who both joined in on the joke

"Well, you can stay wet until we have dealt with you young lady." Jane was right in her element and playing me like a fiddle. This last comment certainly wiped the smile off my face.

Young Rachel and Troy both gave me a curious glance, obviously wondering what on earth was going on. They finished drying themselves and redressed, which only served to make me feel worse as everybody was now fully clothed and I was standing there dressed only in a skimpy thong and dripping wet. I nervously nibred on a fingernail while my other hand covered my breasts from prying eyes.

Jane held out her hand towards me but said nothing.

"What?" I did not know what she was referring to but feared the worse.

"Take off those disgusting things that you think pass for panties"

I was right to fear the worse. My eyes scanned the excited onlookers. Troy looked like he was about to cum in his trousers and was probably glad he was no longer only wearing boxer shorts.

As is so often the case recently, I hung my head in defeat. With trembling hands I gripped the sides of my thong, lowered them to my ankles, and stepped out. I then scooped them up off the sand and passed them to the waiting hand of my Mother in Law. With little effort she tore the thong in half and placed the remains in her pocket. I briefly thought that this was the second pair of panties I had lost this trip, and at this rate I may well run out before the weekend is up. However I struggled to see the funny side of my own little witticism.

When I stood up and handed my thong to Jane I had one hand covering my pubic region, while the other arm again covered my breasts once I had handed over the thong.

"Naughty young ladies do not deserve to hide their modesty." Jane's eyes were piercing straight through me.

I knew what was coming next, and I am totally ashamed to say I felt a degrading bolt of sexual excitement flash through my body.

"Assume your position, young lady."

Even though I knew it was coming, my Mother in Law's command still hit me like a hammer blow. It was so humiliating for me to be asked to do this in front of all these people, standing beside a lake and dripping wet. But especially in front of Rachael and Troy, who were only teenagers and 11 years younger than my 29 years.

I inhaled several very deep breaths as I worked up the courage to do what I must do. Slowly I raised my arms, placed my hands on my head, pushed my elbows back and thrust my breasts forward. I even sucked in my tummy and filled my chest with air in an attempt to swell my breasts out even more as I was only too aware of the fact they are smaller than young Rachael's. Very much a female ego thing.

I then started opening my legs, sliding my feet along the sand as I did so. I did not stop until I had my legs splayed as wide as they could go, as I did not want to have to suffer the extra indignation of being directed by my Mother in Law to open them wider. When I was finally in position I looked up at my audience. Rachael had a look of pure shock on her face, much as her older sister had when she first witnessed my little act of total presentation. Young Troy could not believe his luck, and was clearly ecstatic at this unforeseen turn of events. I bet he never thought for a moment a simple horse-riding trip could have ended up in such an offbeat, erotic manner.

The other men, my Father in Law and John, were also making no attempt to hide their pleasure that a young lady was performing in such an overtly sexual manner in front of them, displaying all of her private parts. It mattered little to Ben that the woman was his mister's wife.

For my Mother in Law and Debbie I think it was the intoxicating pleasure of being able to wield so much power over another female. Akin to training a pet poodle, yet a lot more fun. I noticed Debbie whisper into Jane's ear, and Jane nodded in agreement.

Debbie went and sat on a rock, and I knew what it was they had agreed on.

Debbie patted her lap. "This is where I want you," was her simple command.

With head hung I walked over to Debbie. I was about to be spanked by a woman of my own age, and despite everything I have endured, I still found it gut-wrenchingly difficult to give myself over to her. I did not feel I should have to submit to her in this manner as I had never done anything to make her upset, and therefore did not deserve to be punished.

I therefore stood beside her in defiance, and did not go over her lap even though she gestured for me to do so.

Debbie could sense my reticence. "Do you want a double dose?"

Boy, had she been getting lesmisters from my Mother in Law

"No, Ma'am." My lip pouted

"Well get over my lap this instant."

I was not good at winning these battles, and this was another one that had ended in abject defeat for me. I flopped myself over Debbie's lap, my buttocks proudly on display. My wet body clung to her jeans. Without ceremony she laid into my poor backside with unrestrained vigour. My buttocks were still wet from my swimming and the water seemed to make the spanking even more painful, if that was possible.

The spanking was so vigorous Debbie had reduced me to tears, and soon I was balling like a baby, begging for forgiveness. I tried to squirm from her lap but her free hand held me in place. My legs were kicking in the air, but I tried to keep my knees together as I did not want to give people an eyeful of my vagina, as that would have been as humiliating as the spanking.

Just when I thought she would never stop, she did. My buttocks were on fire, and I continued to sob long after the spanking stopped. Gradually I regained my composure and stood up. I could feel the tears on my cheeks and knew my nose was running. I must have looked a real sight.

"Give Debbie a hug and thank her for your spanking." It was my Mother in Law speaking, again not missing an opportunity to humiliate me just that little bit more.

I lent over and hugged Debbie.

"Thank you for my spanking," I sniffled, having to wipe my nose with the back of my hand for fear of dribbling on her.

"That's all right little one," Debbie responded with a condescending smile.

"You look a right mess," Jane spoke. "Go and clean yourself up in the lake before we return."

The coolness of the lake was wonderful on my inflamed backside, but I then had to endure everybody ogling at my nudity again as I exited from the lake and dried myself off with the towel

Although they allowed me to put my top back on to protect me from the sun, I was made to ride back to the ranch house naked from the waist down, with only a towel to protect my sensitive buttocks from the harshness of the saddle. I have heard it said that some women find the rhythm of riding a horse erotic, but I was too damn embarrassed, and had such a tender backside, that I found it far from enjoyable.

When we finally arrived back at the house I was so tender I found it difficult to walk properly, much to everybody's amusement. I was made to remain naked from the waist down once inside the house and was even too tender to sit down, which ensured my pubic area and buttocks remained in constant view of everybody.

I noticed young Rachael and Troy disappearing into our bedroom, then a short time later Rachael was at the bedroom door beckoning me to join them. Given my semi-nakedness I was a little reluctant to go into the bedroom, but then decided it could hardly be worse than standing around the house feeling sorry for myself.

Once in the bedroom Rachael closed the door. Her and Troy exchanged embarrassed glances

"What's up?" I enquired

"We were wondering if you would like us to rub some oil on your tender backside. We feel so sorry for you."

"What, both of you?"

"Yes," Troy piped in, clearly very keen to help out.

I knew I should have refused right away. That would have been the smart thing. But my buttocks and inner thighs were extremely chaffed

"I guess it would be nice if you rubbed me Rachael, but I do not think it would be right if Troy touched me in such an intimate area. I am, after all, a married woman."

"Oh, please Kym," Troy begged. "I promise to be good."

Yes, I am a dumb woman, but I was moved by his desire. And he was a hunk of an 18 year old. Plus the thought of having these two attractive youngsters wanting to massage my buttocks was flattering.

"Well okay, but you behave yourself young man."

They were both delighted and actually gave me a hug. I then laid face down on the bed, and soon felt cool oil being squirted on my buttocks. Two sets of hands began massaging me. Despite my apprehensiveness I soon relaxed as it felt great and was very soothing. I tried to keep track of Troy's hand movements to ensure they did not get too close to the crack of my buttocks, but as time went, and I became even more relaxed, it became too difficult so I gave up. I had my legs tightly closed anyway, I rationalised through my increasing haze.

I was aware fingers were probing closer to my anus and pushing down between my thighs, but I was in such a relaxed bliss that it was easier for me to dismiss it as my own paranoia. Then I felt a finger touch my anus, and I clenched my buttocks.

"Please stop," I whispered

"Shhh, relax. You deserve to be pampered." It was Rachael's voice.

I kept my buttocks clenched but with all the massaging oil it proved little resistance, and I felt a finger press pass my anus and enter me. It was the first time in my life I had been penetrated in my back passage, and despite the initial shock I had to admit it felt good. The finger slowly slid in and out while hands continued to massage my buttocks and thighs.

Damn, it felt great. Soon I found myself relaxing my buttocks and the finger slid in and out of my anus with greater ease. I wanted to look over my shoulder to check the finger belonged to Rachael, but another part of me was afraid to know. I decide to relax and enjoy the experience. This was just reward for the experience I had just been put through.

After a long period of massage and anal stimulation I was in such a relaxed sexual haze. My clit was swollen and I could feel myself becoming increasingly lubricated.

"Get up on all fours so we can massage the inside of your thighs," Rachael whispered into my ear

"Are you sure?" My mind was a haze and I was not thinking straight, therefore sought assurance from Rachael.

"Yes, come on. You will be fine. You do trust me, don't you?" Rachael enquired in a soft, soothing tone."

"Of course I do, but I am not sure....."

Even though I was still debating the point I felt two sets of hands gripping my pelvis and chest, raising me up so I was on my hands and knees. I did not fight them and even assisted myself into position, but once there realised how exposed I had allowed myself to be. I ensured my legs were firmly closed.

"You stand beside me young man," I turned and spoke to Troy. "I don't want you to go peeking between my legs. I have been embarrassed enough for one day."

"Sure thing, Kym." He gave me a big, reassuring grin.

I was still unsure if I had done the right thing but soon felt soothing hands rubbing my back, buttocks, and inner thighs. Again my eyes began to glaze over as I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. Fingers again began probing towards my anus and soon I felt the familiar warmth as my back passage was entered. I also felt another hand massaging closer and closer to my labia. It felt great but I knew it was wrong.

"Don't," I quietly protested.

"Shhh," was the response.

Soon an oily hand was resting at the entrance to my vagina.

"Please don't," I again protested.

But even as I was protesting I felt a couple of fingers slide easily into my vagina with no resistance. I knew I would be well lubricated. I always am when stimulated. I tried to protest again but instead of words all that came out of my mouth was a low groan. I knew it was so wrong what I was letting this couple of 18 year olds do to me. But it felt just so great.

As the fingers rhythmically slid in and out of both passages I felt my breathing becoming more rapid. I was horrified that an orgasm was building within me, but powerless to stop myself. I began gasping and pushing my body back towards the invading fingers. Then all hell let loose as the bedroom door swung open.

For a moment the scene was frozen as all three of us looked at the door wide eyed. The faces of all four adults were leering down at us. No! No! My brained screamed as I took a quick glance behind me. Rachael and Troy were frozen to the spot. Rachael with a finger in my anus, and Troy with his fingers disappearing into my vagina. Talk about Pooh Bear getting caught with his fingers in the honey pot.

I looked back at the four adults again. John looked amazed. Debbie looked pleased that I had proven myself to be the wanton hussy she always knew I was. My Father in Law just leered at me, as if he wouldn't mind a piece of the action. My Mother in Law, however, for once, seemed genuinely shocked. I think I had just confirmed I was indeed the slut she always felt I had the potential to become.

My Mother in Law glared at me, hands on her hips. "What is it about you New Zealand women? Have you learned nothing since Ben and I took you under our wing, and tried our best to make you a worthy Daughter in Law?"

Well I could have told her how they had taught me that offense, pain and pleasure can sometimes become a potent erotic cocktail that leaves a permister addicted and crying out for more. But somehow I did not think my Mother in Law was in the right mood to hear that

"Ma'am, I have tried hard to be a good Daughter in Law," was my typically pathetic, inadequate response.

For a long while the scene seemed frozen in time. Rachel with her finger inserted up my anus, and Troy with his fingers pushed firmly into my vagina. My Parents in Law, Jane and Ben, along with John and Debbie filled the doorway. Not surprisingly, all eyes centred on me.

Rachel and Troy had obviously got over the initial shock as I began to feel their digits ever so slowly extricating themselves from my most intimate cavities. I think they felt if they slowly withdrew no one would notice they had been sticking their fingers where they definitely should not have.

Unfortunately as Troy's fingers slipped from my vagina they made a loud slurping noise that filled the room. I clearly was very wet, and this only served to add to my embarrassment. I cringed in abject shame.

"I cannot believe you would enlist these youngren to satisfy your depraved sexual needs. Have you no shame?" accused my Mother in Law.

"But..." I wanted to explain that Rachel and Troy had hardly been victims in all of this, but I bit on my tongue, as I knew from bitter experience defending my actions would only dig a bigger hole for me, and I was already in big trouble.

"Well!" My Mother in Law had stepped further into the bedroom, hands on her hips. She presented an intimidating sight.

The other three adults had followed her into the room, and now everyone was crowded around the bed. And there I was, stark naked, and kneeling on all fours like an expectant puppy wanting a pat from its owner. I suspected I was eventually going to get more than a pat.

"No, Ma'am," I eventually managed to croak out, at the same time sitting up so I was not in such an obscene pose.

"Get back on all fours," Jane barked, "You obviously enjoy showing off the most feminine parts of your body, so you can stay like that until I tell you to move."

Wearily I resumed my position on all fours, only too aware the three males had all managed to congregate down the other end of the bed and clearly would have a magnificent eyeful of my swollen and well-lubricated labia.

"What do you think our mister would think of his wife's behaviour?" my Mother in Law's words cut deeply

"He would be ashamed," I responded honestly, struggling to hold back the tears.

"Aren't you capable of masturbating yourself like any normal permister?"

I looked up at my Mother in Law in horror. My ears burned. She glared at me and was clearly expecting a response

"Yes, Ma'am," I whispered, very embarrassed by the topic and hoping my Mother in Law would quickly drop the subject. But she was only just warming up.

"I suppose you normally get other people to frig you since you are not capable of doing the job yourself?"

"No, Ma'am" I tried to sound offended.

"Well, what do you normally do?" My Mother in Law turned the screw.

"Pardon?" I frowned, not liking this conversation one little bit, especially as it was taking place in a small bedroom full of people, and I was the naked centre piece.

"What...do...you...normally...do...when...you...are...masturbating?" Jane had bent over so she was at my level and positioned her face right in front of mine.

I struggled for words, and was not quite sure what she was expecting of me in the way of a response.

"I, um, I just play with myself until I cum." I was burning with embarrassment.

"So you play with yourself?"

"Yes Ma'am." I was sure my whole body was blushing

"How?" My Mother in Law probed relentlessly

"How...what do you mean?" I stammered.

"How...do...you...play ...with...yourself?"

I could not believe the shame I was being subjected to. And in front of all these people. But the worse shame of all was the fact that I could feel my sexual excitement increasing. I knew my labia would be swelling before the eyes of the three males in the room. I silently prayed my juices would not begin running down my legs.

"Well?" Jane was becoming impatient for a response

"I touch myself on my private parts." I barely whispered

"On your cunt?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You touch yourself on your cunt?" My Mother in Law was loving it

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Show us how?"

I looked at my Mother in Law, mortified. This was the first time my relationship with my Parents in Law had become overtly sexual. But I guess I started it by being caught with the fingers of two teenagers delving into my inner sanctum, so to speak.

"I can't," I whimpered

"Well if you can't, I can always get one of the men to do the demonstration for you. Ben has often told you what a lovely cunt you have. I am sure he would jump at the chance to be more upfront and permisteral with his Daughter in Law. Is that not the case, Ben?"

"You bet ya," Ben responded gleefully

"And I am sure you would assist, John?"

"Would I ever," John responded with undisguised enthusiasm.

"And I do not need to enquire about your enthusiasm to help out, young Troy. I think we have all seen that only too clearly."

Troy smiled sheepishly in response.

I had no doubt my Mother in Law would carry out her threat

"I will show you," I whispered in defeat

"I had a feeling you would," Jane responded in triumph. "Stay in your doggy position and ensure you keep your legs well apart so we can see clearly how our tramp of a Daughter in Law masturbates herself.

'Was this the most humiliating thing my Parents in Law had subjected me to so far', I silently wondered, and all portals of my brain seemed to be in unanimous agreement that it was.

I took a deep breath before lifting one of my hands off the bed and slowly moving it down to rest on my inner thigh. The silence in the room was deafening. With effort I managed to lever my knees wide apart. I could feel my puffy and moist labia opening like a flower. My scent permeated the room, leaving no one in doubt of my heightened arousal.

I closed my eyes as I cupped my hand over my vagina.

"Keep your eyes open and look at me while you play with yourself," directed my Mother in Law.

I opened my eyes and looked plaintively at Jane, whose face was still only inches away from mine. Without even realising it, my hand had begun to rub itself up and down my pussy, and I could feel my wetness lubricating my fingers.

I let out a low moan, and was immediately embarrassed. My Mother in Law was actually smiling.

I could already feel my orgasm building like a runaway train and I was powerless to stop it. I arched my back down and opened my legs wider so as to afford my onlookers a better view. I wanted my offense to be as complete as possible.

Desperately I searched out my clit and pulled it hard until it was fully distended from its hood, then rubbed it furiously between my fingers. My groaning was becoming louder, and I was panting like a puppy. I was so aroused I very quickly began to orgasm. I slid several fingers deep into my vagina and thrust them in and out furiously. I was making slurping noises and could feel my juices running onto my inner thighs.

As I looked deeply into my Mother in Law's eyes I exploded in orgasm. My body shuddered and I wailed out loud with unadulterated pleasure. Even this first orgasm did not satisfy me and I continued to alternate between rubbing my clit and thrusting my fingers deep into my vagina. I knew I must look like an absolute slut, but I could not help myself. A second orgasm quickly built and again shuddered threw my body. I was bathed with sweat, and collapsed on the bed with exhaustion.

When I finally lifted myself up the room was empty. I could not believe what I had just done. It was inconceivable any self-respecting woman could behave like that in front of a roomful of people, especially when two of those permisters were my Parents in Law. But then, so much of my life in recent months could not be thought of in rational terms.

I lay on the bed for a long while, contemplating what I should do. I had fully expected to be punished, and was surprised they had departed the room without giving me a thorough spanking for my behaviour. I had no doubt I would receive a severe punishment for my actions, and I wished they had done it already, as the dread of anticipation can almost be as bad as the punishment itself.

I had no clothes in the bedroom apart from my top, so I sat on the edge of the bed and put it on. I knew I would have to venture out sooner or later, but I stalled for a while longer as I was embarrassed at having to front up to everyone. Eventually I plucked up the courage, walked to the door, and gingerly opened it.

Everyone was seated around the big oak table eating dinner. They all turned to me and stared, which only served to increase my embarrassment.

"You are late for dinner." It was Debbie reprimanding me this time. "I should put you over my knee again and give you a damn good spanking."

The fact that Debbie is only a couple of years older than me made her comments even more humiliating. I knew I dared not argue the point with her.

"I am sorry, Ma'am," I could not believe I actually called her 'Ma'am'. It was bad enough having to address my Mother in Law as 'Ma'am', but I hoped it would please Debbie if I showed her similar respect. It seemed to work.

Debbie pointed to the spare chair. "Sit down and eat."

I quickly obeyed, even though sitting was uncomfortable as my buttocks were still tender from the horse ride. I had not realised how hungry I was from all this 'country living', and ate well while the others indulged in mostly small talk.

Without warning there was a gentle knock and the front door opened. In stepped a middle-aged couple and Debbie and Rachel rushed over to greet them with a hug. Debbie then turned to us and introduced the couple as her parents.

Debbie escorted the couple over to the table and began introducing the rest of us to her parents. Everyone stood up. I was about to do the same when I suddenly remembered I was naked from the waist down. I had been so absorbed in eating dinner I had temporarily forgotten about my state of undress. Soon everyone was standing, except myself. I think Debbie had deliberately left my introduction to last. With a huge grin on her face she pointed to me and made the introduction.

"This is Jane and Ben's Daughter in Law, Kym. She is from New Zealand."

Debbie and Rachel's parents smiled, and waited for me to stand to shake hands.

I blushed, and mumred, "Pleased to meet you." But did not stand.

"Stand up girl, where are your manners?" It was my Father in Law, Ben, dishing out the reprimand.

Everyone was steering at me, and I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.

Incredibly embarrassed, I pointed down to my crutch, trying to remind them I was actually naked from the waist down.

"What's wrong with you girl?" Ben was acting confused, but I knew full well he was aware of my nakedness. I was being set up to be humiliated, yet again, by my Parents in Law.

I stared down at the table. "I do not have any panties on," I mumred.

" You don't have any panties on!" Ben acted as if this news was a total shock. Jane, John and Debbie had a similarly shocked look on their faces.

"No, Sir," I continued to mumble.

"And pray tell me," my Father in Law enquired, "why is a grown woman sitting at the dinner table in a state of undress?"

"It is a long story," was my evasive response. I was blushing bright red.

"Well I am sure our guests are very keen to hear your little story of explanation."

I looked up at Debbie and Rachel's parents. They had a look of keen anticipation on their faces, and were obviously fascinated to hear why a grown woman is sitting, near naked, at a dining table.

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the events of the day, and then think how I could recount them to two total strangers. There seemed no easy way. It was going to be a humiliating experience no matter how I recounted the day.

I decided to get it over as quickly as I could.

"We went for a long horse ride, then stopped for a swim. Us young ones stripped down to our underwear, but I was only wearing a lacy pink thong as I did not know we might go for a swim. I was also wearing no bra," I added as an afterthought. "I did not want to get undressed and was naughty when told that I had to." I could not believe how I was sounding like such a naughty young young.

I continued. "When I got out of the water I was made to take off my panties. Then I had to go over Debbie's knee and have my bare bottom spanked. I was then told I had to ride back on the horse with no panties on since I am so naughty. And I got such a sore bottom."

I had rushed it all out with hardly a breath. I looked up at everybody staring intently at me, and incredibly I could feel my body beginning to betray me. I was becoming sexually stimulated.

"And what happened when you got back?" Ben probed.

. I inwardly groaned. I had hoped my explanation would satisfy everyone. I took a deep breath, and then went for it.

" When I got back my bottom was sore and Rachel and Troy rubbed some oil on me to sooth the pain. But I let them touch me on my private parts." I could not have been more embarrassed, confessing my sins in front of everyone, and especially Rachel and Debbie's parents.

"My, oh my, you have been naughty." It was Debbie's lady who addressed me. "I think you had better stand up."

Hesitantly I pushed my chair out of the way and stood up. My inclination was to clasp my hands in front of my pubic area but I did not want to risk upsetting my Parents in Law, so I placed them at my side. My top only came down to my belly button so my shaven pussy was in clear view.

Debbie's parents stared at me with what seemed to be a disbelieving fascination. They were not shocked, which surprised me.

Debbie's dad turned to my Parents in Law. "She is very obliging. She must enjoy being punished like a brazen tramp?"

It was time for the Mother in Law to get in on the act. "Oh yes, in fact she gets so excited she gets very wet. Don't you, dear?"

Jane turned to me with a big condescending smile. This was going from bad to worse.

"Yes Ma'am," I pouted.

"Are you wet now?"

I just knew she was going to ask that question. I thought very carefully about my reply. I knew my offense had made my labia damp. If I lied my Mother in Law was just as likely to check me out.

I hung my head. "I think I might be Ma'am, just a little bit."

Jane gave an exaggerated, "Tut, tut. What are we going to do with you?"

It was now Debbie's turn to tighten the screw. "I don't want you getting wet on my dining chairs. They have just been covered. Get the tissues on top of the fridge and bring them to me."

I trotted my bare backside off to the kitchen in search of the tissues. I could feel all the eyes checking out my naked buttocks. When I returned I endured a similar scrutiny, this time on my exposed pubic region. I dutifully handed the tissues to Debbie. She removed several and handed them to me.

"Put them on your chair....neatly," Debbie ordered.

Embarrassedly I carefully laid them over the fabric of the chair. Debbie then removed another handful of tissues

"Now wipe yourself before you sit down. Knowing how your juices run, I do not want to take any risks."

I could not believe she would make such a request of me. Stupidly I looked to my Parents in Law for support, but was greeted with satisfied grins.

With great reluctance I opened my legs wider, and in the full view of everybody I wiped my labia several times. Debbie held out her hand and I handed the tissues back to her. My dampness was clearly visible on the tissues.

"Incredible," Debbie's Dad muttered, disbelievingly.

"After dinner she is going to be punished. You are welcome to stay if you wish." It was my Father in Law, Ben, speaking.

Debbie and Rachel's parents readily accepted his invitation.

Fortunately it seemed they had finished humiliating me for the time being, and we all returned to the dining table to finish our meals. Two extra seats were pulled up to the table for Debbie and Rachel's parents. Gingerly I seated myself on the tissues, feeling very embarrassed as you can well imagine. Somehow I had lost my appetite. Everyone chatted away cheerfully, like one big happy family. Not surprisingly, I lacked the same joyous spirit. Instead I nervously pushed my food around the plate with my fork.

After dinner, everyone retired to the lounge and coffee was served. And of course it was my job to trot out to the kitchen and deliver the coffee to everyone. Eyes continued to burn on me with a mixture of fascination and lust. When I had delivered the last of the coffees, my Mother in Law, Jane, gestured for me to come over to her where she was seated on the sofa. She made me bend right over so she could whisper in my ear. I knew the permisters behind me would get a clear view up my crutch.

"I now want you to take off your top," my Mother in Law whispered to me, in a matter of fact tone like she was requesting more sugar, "and get in position in the middle of the room. We will deal with you when we are ready."

I audibly gasped. I always found 'assuming the position' to be an ultimate offense, but having to do it in front of Debbie's parents, as well as young Troy and Rachel, was going to be downright ego-crushing.

Slowly I stood back upright, and looked at my Mother in Law as if I was considering her request. But we both knew there was nothing to consider. I would obey. I knew it, and my Mother in Law knew it.

I moved to the centre of the room. All conversation stopped, and I was suddenly the centre of attention again. With thick fingers I fumred to unbutton my top, then flicked it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. People made approving comments at the sight of my totally naked body.

It took me a few moments to work up the courage to go to the next stage. I took a couple of deep breaths, and then in one quick movement I splayed my legs wide open and clasped my hands behind my head. This made a few jaws drop open, and no doubt increased the red pressure of the males in the room, and possibly a few females. I wanted to close my eyes but knew my Mother in Law would disapprove, so settled on peering at a spot above everybody's heads.

Once the initial shock of my lurid display wore off, conversation resumed in the room. The women were discussing a TV show; the men were discussing increasing interest rates, while I did a very good imitation of an erotic statue in the middle of the lounge. I still could not help shaking my head in wonderment at how my life had dramatically changed at the hands of my Parents in Law.

After an eternity my Mother in Law placed her coffee cup on the table and gave a gentle cough. Instantly all conversation ceased.

My Mother in Law did not hold back. "Unfortunately our Daughter in Law has behaved very poorly, and I apologise for any offence her behaviour has caused. I especially regret how she lured you innocent young ones to satisfy her depraved needs."

My ears burned with shame, even though it was not the total truth.

Jane continued, "Clearly she will need to receive a severe punish tonight, and will be punished further tomorrow."

Her comments sent a shiver up my spine.

" Since she has offended all of us in this room, I think it is only fitting that she gets a spanking over the knee of everybody present."

I gasped in horror.

"Even us?" young Rachel enquired hopefully.

Jane smiled warmly. "Yes, even you young ones."

I was mortified but knew better than to protest.

Jane turned her attention back to me. "Now I want you to go to every single permister, apologise for your behaviour, request a good hard spanking, and then thank them when they are finished."

I knew I was going to need every bit of my courage to get through this ordeal. I fought back the tears that were forming in my eyes. But even through all this dread and fear I could still feel the sexual tension from within my own body.

Yet again I sucked in a few deep breaths while looking around the room to decide who would be the best permister to approach first. I settled on Ben, as he was at least familiar territory. I took the few steps to stand directly in front of him.

"I apologise for my behaviour, sir." I fought back a tear. "Please give me the hard spanking I deserve."

"Certainly my Daughter in Law. Over my lap. You know the routine by now."

I bent over his lap, placing my hands on the floor to support myself. Ben was not satisfied my butt was high enough in the air, but instead of instructing me to get it higher as he usually did, he placed his hand in my crotch and roughly manhandled me until he had me in the desired position. I was shocked as Ben's hand was pressed hard against my labia in an overtly sexual manner, and he made no attempt to be subtle. Even when I was in position he held his hand there for several seconds before removing it.

As usual Ben's spanks came in a flurry, focusing first on one buttock before transferring to the other. It hurt like hell, and this was only the first of eight people who were going to spank me tonight. As I squirmed around on his lap I felt his hardened penis pressing against my belly.

Eventually he stopped, and with tears running down my cheeks I slid off his knee, thanked him, and moved to the next permister, who was Debbie's husband, John. Again I apologised for my behaviour and asked for a hard spanking before straddling myself over his knee. Taking his lead from my Father in Law, John also placed his hand between my legs on the pretext of manoeuvring me into a better position. In doing so one of his fingers briefly entered my vagina, causing me to gasp in surprise. John's penis was rock hard and I could feel it pressing against me. Despite my intense offense, a part of me was gratified to know that men found my actions so sexually stimulating.

John did not hold back on my poor buttocks, giving them forty or fifty hard swats. Tears were running freely, and I had only been spanked by two of the eight permisters.

Debbie and Rachel's lady was next. I was only half way through my apology to her when she roughly grabbed my arm and unceremoniously yanked me onto her lap. She laid into me with unrestrained vigour and soon I was blubbering like a baby and begging her to stop. After what seemed an eternity she stopped and abruptly pushed me off her lap onto the floor. It was so sudden that a fell over onto my back, my knees bent and my legs splayed open, giving everyone a birds eye view of my vagina. However I was so distraught, and relieved to be away from the spanking, that I did not realise I was exposing myself in such an obscene manner. My eyes were closed and I was crying. When I eventually opened my eyes I noticed everyone was staring intently at my pubic region, and it was only then that I realised what an exhibition I had been making of myself. I quickly closed my legs, blushing with shame. Several people quietly laughed.

I wearily rolled over onto my hands and knees and crawled over to Debbie and Rachel's man, who was next in the circle. His punishment was as vulgar as his wife's had been, reducing me again to tearfully begging for mercy. When he finally stopped I lay on his lap like a rag, sobbing and sniffing, vaguely aware of his firm penis pressing against me. I felt his hand touch my inner thigh, but I was too tired to react. I felt his fingers tentatively probing my vagina before I was again unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

Young 18 year old Rachel was next, and it was a very degrading experience to have to apologise to her and beg for a hard spanking. Reluctantly I positioned myself over her knee. Rachel was clearly overawed by the occasion and for a long while I tensed waiting for her to commence. When she did they were tentative and light spanks, much to my relief.

"Harder girl," my Mother in Law barked, "She needs a much harder spanking than that."

Rachel took her cue, and the light pats suddenly became full-on spanks. I was surprised at her strength. She went on and on, despite my pleas for her to stop. In fact she did not stop until her older sister, Debbie, suggested that perhaps she had spanked me enough.

With tears staining my cheeks, and my buttocks feeling like they were on fire, I thanked Rachel and crawled to the next permister, who was Rachel's boyfriend Troy. As I tearfully apologised and asked for a hard spanking I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was ecstatic beyond belief. I guess it must be every young man's dream to have a naked woman crawl up to him and beg for a spanking.

When I lay across his knee and put my weight on his penis I heard him moan quietly. Being a quick learner, he placed his hand on my inner thigh, beside my labia, and repositioned me. This put even more pressure on his penis and he groaned again. His fingers slid easily into my vagina, and he moved then in and out quickly a couple of times before reluctantly removing them.

Not long after he began spanking me I could feel his penis pulsing under my belly, and I sensed he was very close to cumming. As his spanks became more intense I began squirming on his lap. I then heard him breathing in short gasps and realised he was ejaculating into his pants. I pressed down harder onto him and could actually feel the sperm pulsing through his penis as he came. It certainly helped to distract me briefly from the intense pain of the spanking. I am not sure if anyone noticed what had happened, but nothing was said.

Sheepishly I crawled to the next permister who was Debbie. As I began to apologise she reached out a hand and painfully squeezed one of my nipples. I was shocked and humiliated, but continued my little speech. Once I had finished, she reached out with her other hand and squeezed my other nipple as well. She stretched them and squeezed them, as if she was expecting to get milk out of them. I winced with the pain, but said nothing.

"How hard do you want the spanking?" Debbie requested, staring intently into my eyes as she gave both nipples an extra hard squeeze.

"Very hard please," I quietly sobbed.

"Very well. I think we should use the hairbrush. Is that all right with you, Jane?" Debbie addressed my Mother in Law.

"She has never had the hairbrush before. But then, I guess, she has never been this naughty before. So, yes, I think the hairbrush is warranted."

Debbie was clearly pleased, and released my nipples before quickly disappearing into her bedroom and returned with a fearsome looking wooden hairbrush. She sat down again, and taking hold of one of my nipples she pulled me onto her lap. Even once I was in position, she continued to grip my nipple while holding the hairbrush in her other hand.

When the first blow of the hairbrush connected with my already very tender buttocks I jumped with the shock of the pain and screamed loudly. Debbie gave me a moment to recover before resuming the spanking. It was no surprise that she showed me no mercy. I screamed and begged for her to stop, but she just continued on and on. If I tried to move or squirm out of the way she just pulled down harder on my nipple. When she finally stopped my buttocks felt like they were on fire, and I knew I could endure no more.

I lowered myself off her knee, thanked her between sobs, and crawled to the last permister, my Mother in Law, Jane.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, and my nose was running. "Please Ma'am, my buttocks are so sore I cannot take any more. I beg you not to spank me. Please....!" I cried pitifully.

"You should have thought of that before you were so naughty. You have no one to blame but yourself. However, even though you do not deserve any sympathy, I will allow you a little time to recover before I spank you."

"Thank you Ma'am". I was thankful of any small mercy.

My Mother in Law pointed to one of the corners in the lounge. "Go and face the corner, and assume your position until I am ready to punish you."

"Yes ma'am" I responded tearfully

I was unsteady on my feet but managed to walk over to the corner, whereupon I splayed my legs open widely and placed my hands behind my head. People attempted to make conversation but clearly everyone was distracted by the events that had unfolded, plus they were eager for my punishment to continue.

My buttocks were throbbing and very tender, but they did not feel quiet as bad as I had expected. In fact, although I hated to admit it to myself, being treated in such a debasing way by so many people had made me flushed with excitement. With my legs splayed open my vaginal lips were open and engorged. I am embarrassed to admit it, but if an uninvited male came up behind me and rammed their penis deep into my vagina I would not have the willpower to stop them. This wantonness I felt frightened me a little, as I had never been unfaithful to my husband, Michael. I suddenly missed him badly.

Finally I felt a presence moving behind and glanced over my shoulder to see my Mother in Law approaching me. I grimaced when I noticed she was carrying the hairbrush.

She whispered into my ear, "Put your hands against the wall, but keep your legs open. If you attempt to close your legs I will start your punish over again. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am," I whimpered

"You will receive 20 swats. Count them out aloud, and thank me."

"Yes Ma'am."

The first swat of the hairbrush landed. My hips bucked towards the corner and the air whooshed out of me.

"Oh my god," I blasphemed, before adding, "One, Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am."

By the time I had received 10 strokes of the hairbrush, my knees were buckling and I was struggling to stand up, let alone keep my legs open. Fortunately my Mother in Law showed me a little sympathy and delayed the spanking while I struggled to regain a semblance of composure.

But inevitable she recommenced, and by the time she had finished the 20 strokes I was balling like a baby. I don't think I had managed to count each stroke and thank her, but she seemed to be satisfied I had tried my best. I had managed to keep my legs open through the ordeal, and I was secretly proud of myself for achieving this.

I then felt a pain like a thousand needles rubbing against my very tender buttocks, then realised my Mother in Law was rubbing the bristles of the hairbrush against me. I groaned at the tenderness as she encircled my buttocks, each stroke creeping lower and lower. Then she ran the bristles of the hairbrush over my engorged labia. It stung, but set my clit on fire, as it was so sensitive. I could not help but moan.

After several strokes I then felt the handle of the hairbrush pressing against the entrance of my vagina. Despite myself I pushed down on the hairbrush. I moaned in despair when she removed it.

My Mother in Law then whispered into my ear, "I bet my tramp of a Daughter in Law would like to masturbate herself with this hairbrush."

My Mother in Law never failed to shock and humiliate me

"No Ma'am," I responded defiantly, "Please do not make me."

She rested her lips against my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. She whispered, "But you will do it for Ben and I, won't you?"

I closed my eyes. I knew that I did not have the willpower to resist regardless of how humiliated I would be to do this in front of all these people.

"Yes Ma'am," I finally whispered, blushing with shame.

She reached around me with the hairbrush and I reluctantly took it from her. With my legs still splayed widely, and supporting myself against the wall with my other hand, I reached down to my pussy and nervously rubbed my clit with the handle of the hairbrush.

Up until this point no one else in the room had any idea what was going to happen, but when I begun to rub myself with the hairbrush my intentions became pretty clear. A murmur went round the room, and then there was hushed silence. The only noise was my sniffling as I still fought to recover from the extraordinary sequence of spankings I had just endured.

The feel of the hairbrush against my clit was heavenly and I was soon lost in a fog of ecstasy. I was as aroused as I have ever been in my life. I could already feel the orgasm building within me and I began to gyrate my hips obscenely back and forth. I pushed the handle against my vulva and it met no resistance, burying itself deep within me. I began pumping the hairbrush furiously in and out. With every inward stroke the bristles brushed against my labia, increasing the stimulation. The orgasm hit me like a train and my legs began to buckle, but I kept thrusting until the waves of pleasure had completely passed.

Utterly exhausted I dropped to my knees, and rested my head against the corner. My backside was tender and bruised, and I was bathed in sweat. My audience sat stunned at the exhibition they had just witnessed.

Gradually there was movement amongst the onlookers as they got up and began tidying away the dishes. I was allowed to remain in the corner, and no one spoke to me.

Eventually it was time for Debbie and Rachel's parents to part. They commented that they had only intended to pop in for a couple of minutes to say hello and check there was nothing we needed. Their quick trip had proved to be far more eventful than they could ever have imagined.

My Mother in Law decided I had had enough time in the corner to recover, and told me to come over and say good-bye to our guests who were leaving. It took a great deal of effort to pull myself to my feet and gingerly walk over to them. I was stark naked, but after what I had just endured it did not seem to matter anymore.

Debbie's Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Now you be a good girl, won't you?"

"Yes Ma'am" I blushed, "And thank you for punishing me."

"It was a pleasure, dear. Anytime."

I hoped I would never have to take up the offer.

Debbie's Dad shook my hand politely. "You are a very...... interesting girl." He choose his words carefully.

I smiled shyly.

After they were gone everyone started preparing for bed. It had, after all, been a long day. I stood around awkwardly, still naked, not sure where I was going to be relaxing.

Finally, my Mother in Law gave me some attention, "You were going to be relaxing in the same room as Rachel and Troy, but clearly we cannot trust you in a room with those two."

I blushed with shame.

"So I guess you had better relax in the same room as Ben and I. I will make up a bed for you."

The thought of having to share a room with Ben and Jane was not appealing, but I knew I dared not mutter a word.

My Parents in Law disappeared into their bedroom to prepare for bed, while I waited patiently outside. I was feeling incredibly exhausted as it had been a very intense day. I wondered what tomorrow might bring.

Finally Ben opened the door of the bedroom and I was beckoned in. A thin foam mattress had been laid out on the floor at the foot of their bed, along with a blanket. It did not look very comfortable, and I badly needed a shower, but I was so tired I knew none of this would matter. I lay down on my stomach, as my buttocks were very tender, pulled the blanket over me, and drifted quickly off to relax. What a day.

I slept soundly the whole night in the bedroom of my Parents in Law, despite my buttocks feeling very tender from the serial spanking they had received. When I awoke sun was streaming into the bedroom, and all was quiet. I peeked up at the bed where my Parents in Law had slept, but it was empty. I wrapped my blanket around my naked body and went out to the open plan area that contained the kitchen, dining room and lounge. There was no sign of life.

The bathroom was empty so I decided to seize the opportunity to take a much-needed shower. The water cascading over me felt heavenly, and I felt decidedly good. Even my buttocks felt much better than I would ever have expected. They were still tender, and I had some minor bruising, but at least I could touch them without wincing. After showering, I dried myself off, wrapped the towel around me and went in search of my suitcase so that I could find some clothing. It had been a long time since I had been fully dressed. I had been naked from the waist down since having a swim at the lake yesterday. Reliving the events of yesterday sent a shiver down my spine. It had been quite a day.

I found my suitcase in the empty bedroom of Rachel and Troy and quickly dressed. I had learnt my lesmister from yesterday, and made certain I choose a more conservative pair of panties as well as a bra. I wanted to make sure I was prepared for any eventualities that unfolded during the day. Once dressed I checked again to ensure the house was empty, then went outside onto the veranda, where I spotted the three males across the yard, sitting on a table under a tree.

As I wandered across the yard the three males, Ben (my Father in Law), John (Debbie's husband), and young Troy (Rachel's boyfriend) all turned to stare at me letchurishly. The way they were staring at me caused me to look down at my clothing just to double check I was in fact dressed appropriately.

"Hi," I called out shyly as I approached the three of them, " Where are the women folk."

I tried to act and sound normal, hoping the events of yesterday would be cast aside.

"Gone shopping for a couple of hours," my Father in Law responded, "Should be back for lunch."

I was immediately hurt that my Mother in Law (Jane), Debbie and Rachel had deserted me to go shopping, leaving me at the ranch alone with the men.

Ben obviously read my mind. "If you had been awake at a respectable hour they might have taken you too."

"Sorry," I blushed, "I guess I was kind of exhausted."

"I am not surprised, given your behaviour. You certainly put on quite an act." It was John this time that spoke.

I just blushed even more. I knew there was nothing I could say in defence of my behaviour; so felt silence was my best recourse.

"We are about to go for a stroll up to the top of Brooks Mountain", Troy jumped in enthusiastically, "Why don't you join us?"

I was far from certain that going for a stroll with the three males was a good idea.

"No thanks'" I responded casually, "I think I'll just sit on the porch and read a book."

"Come on city girl. You have just got out of bed. You need the exercise." My Father in Law added his support

"Come on Kym, it will be fun," Troy added

Fun for whom, I silently wondered

"Come on, put your boots on, we are waiting for you." It sounded more like a directive rather than a friendly request from my Father in Law.

I did not want to risk getting my Father in Law, or the others, upset, therefore reluctantly agreed to accompany them for the climb up Brooks Mountain. And I rationalised I was probably being apprehensive for no reamister at all. After fetching my tramping boots we set off for the mountain, which was only a short walk away.

It took less than half an hour to reach Brooks Mountain. It was not much of mountain, more of a hill, but did have some steep parts to get to the top. Everyone had been friendly, and I felt relaxed and chatty. At the foot of the mountain we rested and drank water from a fresh water spring.

We were just about to set off up the mountain when I caught all the men looking slyly at each other and I immediately sensed something was up. My Father in Law turned to look at me and I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What?" I squeaked nervously

"Take off your clothing"

"P..Pardon?" I stammered

"You heard me." My Father in Law reinpowerd.

"Why?" I pleaded

I looked pleadingly at John and Troy, but I could tell from their grins this was all pre-planned and I was going to get no support from them

"Do you want to be spanked by all three of us, right here?" My Father in Law continued.

"No!" I pouted, trying not to cry.

"Well, just do it."

I hung my head dejectedly. Slowly I buttoned my top and removed it. I then took off my boots and removed my jeans.

"Please can I leave on my bra and panties?" I pleaded

"It is good to see your underwear is more appropriate to the country life, but you are still going to remove all of it."

With a sigh of defeat and resignation, I unclasped my bra and removed it, and stepped out of my panties so that I was totally naked.

"Put your boots back on, then hand the rest of your clothing to Troy," my Father in Law directed.

After putting my boots back on and slowly lacing them up I gathered up my clothing in a bundle and embarrassedly handed them to young Troy, who placed them in the small shoulder bag he had brought with him.

As I stood there naked, except for my boots, the three males made no attempt to avert their eyes from my body. They all had a look of pure lust etched on their faces. I flushed with embarrassment, and worried what might be coming next. To my surprise my Father in Law then beckoned in the direction of the trail we were following.

"You lead," he was directing his comment to me

"Please can I follow?" I whimpered.

"No my dear, ladies first, isn't that right boys?" Ben made an exaggerated sweep of his arm to wave me on.

John and Troy were quick to agree with my Father in Law.

Once again, I hung my head in defeat, made my way past the three men, and set off up the trail. The three men followed close behind, obviously getting a good view of my rear end as I led the way.

I was totally embarrassed, not only of the three males behind me ogling my nudity, but also in case we came across others using the track.

The trail up the mountain began to get steeper, then we reached a section that was almost vertical for about eight feet. I tried to clamber up but slipped and fell back, falling into the arms of John. As he helped me upright he did not miss the opportunity to put his arms around me and briefly squeeze my nipples. I yelped in surprise, causing Ben and Troy to laugh.

"I think you need a hand up there girlie," Ben grinned.

I looked at the vertical climb, and realised if I tried to do it on my own, in the nude, I would at the very least end up with skin abrasions, or possibly worse. I had no choice other than to accept my Father in Law's offer.

Supporting me around the waist he lifted me to a small step in the rock that was about eighteen inches up. I put one foot on the small step, and noticed the next step cut into the rock was about another eighteen inched up and two feet to the side. I hesitated, realising that once I lifted my right leg up the next step my vagina would be wide open to the three males below. But I had no choice as I could not go back down, therefore very reluctantly I reached my foot out and stuck it in the second step. I felt so exposed.

I could see at the top of the ledge there was a peg which one could use to grip hold of to pull themselves up. I reached up but was too short to get a grip of it. I could touch it with the tip of my fingers, but could not get a grip. I stretched up several times, but no matter how hard I tried I could not get my hand around the peg. I was going to need further assistance.

I looked plaintively down at the men below, who were, not surprisingly, looking directly up my crotch. Young Troy was actually licking his lips.

"Can someone help me please." I was exasperated that all they could think of doing was leering at my private parts, when clearly I needed help. Typical men, I silently thought.

John and Troy reached up to me, for what I though was to give me assistance. But incredible I instead felt fingers probing my vagina.

I gasped out loudly and just about lost my balance. "Don't, please don't,' I begged, helpless to move out of the way of the probing fingers.

My pleas went unheeded as I felt several hands probing my inner thighs, vagina, buttocks, and someone was even putting pressure on my anus. I had never felt so invaded. I was too embarrassed to look down to see whose hands were being so intimate with me. There were at least two of the men probing me, and I strongly suspected it could be all three. To make matters worse, despite my disgust at what they were doing to me, I could feel my body starting to react sexually.

Soon fingers were probing freely in and out of my vagina, and it felt like they were having a contest to see how many fingers they could insert at one time. The finger that had been pressing against my anus suddenly penetrated me and I screamed out loudly at the invasion. My voice echoed across the canyon.

Despite willing my body not to react to the invasion, I could feel myself become flushed as I began the steady build up to an orgasm. Then suddenly all the fingers withdrew, but it was only a very temporary respite as I felt a tongue flick at my labia. I groaned out loudly and protested against the liberties they were taking with my body. But even to my own ears my protests were only half-hearted.

Soon the tongue was slurping and sucking at my honey pot, and my juices were flowing freely. I was much to embarrassed to look down to see whom the invading tongue belonged to. Not that it mattered as the first tongue stopped licking me, but was quickly replaced by a second. Clearly they were all going to have their turn.

Soon I could fight back the orgasm no longer, and began panting heavily. I struggled to retain my grip on the ledge, as my hips were pushing down on the invading tongue. Then suddenly, while still sucking on my vagina, someone pushed their finger deep into my anus. This threw me over the edge and a gigantic orgasm rippled through my body, my hips bucking wildly. Then I lost grip and fell backwards helplessly. I felt strong arms take hold of me securely and I was gently lowered to a seated position.

For a long while I rested my head on my knees until my breathing had settled. I looked up sheepishly, and all three men were grinning at me. I tried not to feel embarrassed, but inevitably I did, especially when I pulled myself to my feet and glanced down to see the big wet spot on the rock where I had been sitting.

Troy then turned to the ledge I had just failed to ascend, and within seconds had effortlessly scaled the eight feet high wall. Keeping hold of the peg at the top he reached down, took hold of my hand, and with a little assistance from me I was quickly at the top beside him.

I turned and looked at him with a scowl on my face, as I thought, 'You bastard, why couldn't you have just done that in the first place and saved me all that embarrassment.' Troy did at least have the courtesy to look a little sheepish.

Once Ben and John had joined us on the ledge we made the 10-minute walk to the summit. Although Brooks Mountain was not very high the views were quite breathtaking. Standing there, feeling the breeze encircling my naked body, I felt surprisingly exhilarated. I flapped my arms like a bird in flight. Despite everything that I had endured in the past months, my body felt more alive than I ever felt possible. It was as if I had been on a journey up the side of my own permisteral mountain of self-discovery, and now I stood on a summit feeling alive and fresh. I did not feel like a victim.

As I turned to face my three male companions they were all watching me intently, and seemed bemused by the fact I was smiling. At that moment I made a snap decision. I knew it was going to take extreme courage on my part but I wanted to do it.

Silently I walked over to Troy, knelt before him and unzipped the fly on his jeans. I reached in and pulled his penis free. It was now his turn to gasp with surprise. He was instantly hard, and I took his young penis in my mouth and sucked him deeply. He came quickly.

Without standing up I crawled to John, and repeated my actions. He was also hard as a rock and I could tell he badly needed to cum. As soon as I took his penis in my mouth he thrust vigorously and his cum squirted in a torrent. I tried to swallow it all but some ran down my cheek.

Finally I crawled to my Father in Law, Ben. I knelt at his feet and peered up at him. I recalled all the times I had been over his lap for a spanking, and could feel his swollen penis pushing against my belly. I knew the sight of my naked body, and the thrill of spanking me, was a sexual turn-on to him.

By kneeling at my Father in Law's feet I was signalling to him that no matter how gut wrenching it would be for me, I was prepared to take his penis in my mouth and give him the relief I am sure he longed for. For a long while our eyes locked, then he reached down with both arms, lifted me to my feet, and embraced me in a warm, loving cuddle. It was a wonderful moment.

After taking a few moments to silently take in the view from the summit we all set off on the descent, my Father in Law and I holding hands until the track narrowed to the extent we had to go in single file. I was still naked, and sensed that if I asked for my clothes back from young Troy he would almost certainly oblige. However I was actually prepared to stay nude and prolong the pleasure for my three male companions of being able to be in close company of a naked female out in the wide-open spaces of Mother Nature.

I did briefly regret my decision to stay nude when we rounded a tight bend on the trail and came face to face with a man and his mister making their way upwards. I just about died when I first spotted them only a few feet in front of me. There was absolutely nothing I could do as we were on a narrow path carved into the side of Brooks Mountain. There was nowhere I could hide. Instead I proudly put my nose in the air and quickened my stride.

The man and mister looked like stunned mullets as this naked woman strode past them, so closely that they could have reached out and touched me.

I heard my Father in Law chirp at them as he went by the strangers, "She is from New Zealand. They just love to be close to nature."

"Oh," was the stunned response.

Once we rounded the next bend we all burst out in laughter.

At the bottom of Brooks Mountain we stopped at the fresh water spring again. There was a small pool at the bottom of the spring so I removed my boots and stepped in. Under the watchful eyes of my male companions I cleaned myself and frolicked in the crystal clear ice cold water. When I emerged we sat on the rocks beside the pool and chatted while the sun dried me out. Troy then handed me back my clothing and I dressed, before we all set off for the short walk back to the ranch.

It was after 2 pm by the time the four of us returned from our conquest of Brooks Mountain. The three women, Debbie, her younger sister Rachel, and my Mother in Law (Jane) were all busy in the kitchen. As we entered the ranch house all three turned their attention to us.

Debbie zeroed in on me. "And where have you been, young lady?"

I hated when she spoke down to me like that, especially considering she was only a couple of years older, at the most, than my 29 years.

"I hiked up Brooks Mountain with the men," I responded, feeling a little more confident than I normally did in these situations.

"And did you behave yourself?" enquired my Mother in Law.

Darn, that was a tricky question. I felt like asking her to define 'behave yourself', but knew I would be setting myself up for trouble.

I decided to try and play it safe. "I did what I was told, and kept out of trouble."

My Mother in Law looked at me suspiciously, and then turned to her husband.

"She was a model Daughter in Law," Ben responded somewhat cryptically.

My Mother in Law could smell a rat, and she was not about to let matters lie.

"Shall I try being a little more specific," my Mother in Law persevered, " Did you take your clothes off in front of the men?"

I gulped. "Sort of. But only because..."

"Yes or No?" my Mother in Law interrupted.

I dropped my bottom lip, and looked down at my feet.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Did you let the men touch you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Did you orgasm in front of the men?"

Was this woman psychic or what? Or perhaps she just knew me too well.

"Yes, Ma'am." I blushed with shame at this admission, and silently prayed that she would not ask me if I had given them a blowjob. Fortunately her crystal ball must have fogged over when I pulled that stunt. "Take off your clothes," my Mother in Law directed.

I cheekily wondered why I had bothered to put my clothes back on in the first place. I could have saved myself the trouble of having to undress again. However, without comment or hesitation I quickly undressed, and was soon standing before everyone totally naked

"Now go and get the hairbrush."

I grimaced, and my cockiness very quickly dissipated. My backside remembered only too well the pain inflicted by a walloping from the hairbrush. Silently I shuffled off, and then remembered I had no idea where to find the hairbrush. I therefore had to suffer the ignominy of returning to the group and asking where I could find it. Having been redirected to the bedside cabinet in Debbie's room, I fetched the solid wooden hairbrush. It felt heavy in my hand and I could see why it inflicted so much pain. As I walked back to the group I was sweating with anxiety, and fearful of being spanked again on my still tender and bruised buttocks.

With reticence I held out the hairbrush to hand it to my Mother in Law, but she just stared at me, one hand on her hip.

"Good girl. Now brush that hair of yours, you look a mess."

For a moment I frowned at her, then when I heard the others giggling I could not help but give a small grin of relief. I obligingly brushed the knots out of my long blond hair.

"I suppose you hoped I was going to punish you?" my Mother in Law enquired, partly in jest.

"No, Ma'am," I blushed

"Well you are going to be punished." She retorted

The grin was well and truly wiped off my face.

"I am, Ma'am?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, you are....but not right now. We have something very special planned for you tonight."

I gulped, "What is it you have planned, Ma'am?"

"You will find out in good time. In the meantime we had better get you ready. We will start by making sure those pubes of yours are shaven nice and smooth. Come closer girl."

I stepped in very close to my Mother in Law.

"Open your legs," she requested

Opening my legs was always a degrading experience for me but I did not hesitate to obey. Jane then reached down and ran her hand over my shaven pubic region

"Have you shaved around your cunt?"

"As best as I can, Ma'am," I blushed in response

"Let me feel. Open your legs wider."

I readily obeyed, soaking up the offense like a have.

"I hope I am not going to find you wet?"

"I hope you are not, also." I responded truthfully. I suspected if I was not wet I was certainly at least at the puffy stage of arousal.

My Mother in Law ran her fingers over my labia, then repeated the exercise several more times. Despite myself, my body began to react. I tried to stifle a low groan of pleasure, and bent my knees outwards to give my Mother in Law better access. I stared deep into her eyes as she fondled me.

Just as I was starting to pant in short breaths she withdrew her hand, and again I groaned, but this time in frustration.

"I think you are definitely wet now, my dear," smiled my Mother in Law.

"I think I definitely am, Ma'am," I responded in short gasps

"You need to be shaven. I want you as bald as a baby's bum."

"Yes, Ma'am," I blushed at having such a permisteral function openly discussed in front of the three men.

"Debbie will take you into bathroom and shave you," added my Mother in Law.

I opened my mouth in horror

"But, Ma'am, I am very capable of shaving myself," I pleaded.

"I want you especially clean for tonight, and to achieve that you need some help. Now run along dear and don't argue the point with me as I think you know what the result will be," chastised my Mother in Law.

I hung my head and knew better than to argue, despite how degrading it would be to have someone shave my private parts. Without uttering a word I turned and departed for the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of Debbie as I passed, and I was not surprised to see she was grinning like the cat that just found the cream.

Once in the bathroom I closed the door, and briefly considered locking it. But I knew I would have to come out eventually and the consequences would be far worse than I already faced. Therefore I just stood, naked, in the centre of the bathroom and waited.

For an eternity I stood silently and waited. I desperately wanted to pee, but was hesitant to relieve myself. Finally I could wait no longer and sat on the toilet. The urine had just started to flow when the door swung open and there stood Debbie. I felt mortified. I had always been a very private permister when it came to using the toilet. I would not even go to the toilet in my own bathroom if my husband, Michael, were present. I found it embarrassing, and could never relax enough to do the task.

To make matters worse, Debbie's husband, John, and young Troy had a clear view of me squatting on the toilet from where they were standing. I tried to stop peeing but I was beyond the point of shutting it off as I had such a full bladder.

"Close the door," I hissed at Debbie, then added, "Please!"

She seemed to take an eternity to step into the bathroom, and slowly closed the door. But not before John and Troy got a good view of a naked female squatting on the toilet.

Debbie stood beside me with her hands on her hips. Sitting on the toilet, and glancing up at her, I felt like a young young being watched over by her lady, which was crazy as Debbie was virtually my own age.

Debbie stood over me as I urinated into the toilet. The noise of my pee splashing in the water made me embarrassed. I seemed to go on forever and ever. Finally the flow stopped.

"Are you finished?" Debbie enquired

I started peeing again. I was nervous at being watched, and was having trouble emptying my bladder. I gave Debbie an embarrassed smile. Finally I was finished.

"This time?" Debbie enquired again with a hint of impatience.

"Finished," I said quietly

I went to reach up for some toilet paper but Debbie smacked my hand away. I looked up at her confused. Debbie reached over me and tore off a length of toilet paper herself.

"Stand up," she commanded

Even though it was demeaning, I did not resist. I stood up as requested.

"Open your legs," Debbie commanded

I obeyed, as if her request was the most normal thing in the world. Debbie wiped me clean with the toilet paper, dropped it in the pan, and activated the flush. I then watched as she laid a towel out on the bathroom floor

"Now lie down on the towel."

I flopped down onto the floor and watched Debbie as she fetched some shaving cream and a razor out of the cupboard. She then crouched down beside me.

"Open your legs"

As I obeyed she positioned herself between my legs, looking straight up into my vagina. I tried to block out my embarrassment, but I was blushing. Debbie applied shaving cream to my pubic area and quickly removed my stubble.

"Okay, now for around your vagina. Bend your knees, lift them up and clasp them with your hands."

Reluctantly I obeyed, only too conscious of how revealing this position was.

"Open your legs wide, silly girl. I need to get good access to your cunt."

I groaned in protest, but obeyed her command. Debbie applied shaving cream around my crotch, and I was surprised how soothing and cool it felt. I closed my eyes, and willed myself not to become stimulated. Debbie pinched hold of one of my labia and pulled it out tight, before commencing shaving. She was holding me roughly and it hurt a little, but I did not complain. To be frank, the overall sensation was pleasant.

Debbie then moved her attention to the other labia and again pinched it and stretched it, before shaving any hairs I had down there. Despite all my willpower I was becoming wet, and I hated myself for it. It had also not gone unnoticed by Debbie

"I hope you are not getting wet," she chided

I closed my eyes in shame

"You really are a slut, aren't you?"

I managed to mumble "Yes, Ma'am."

Debbie pinched both of my labia together painfully and stretched them as far as she could. Then taking the handle of the razor she slid it between the lips and into my vagina. I gasped at the stimulation.

"Please don't." I whispered, but already my breath was quickening. "Please don't embarrass me like this."

Debbie pinched my labia even tighter, while stroking the razor handle in and out.

"But you do want to cum, don't you?" "No.....yes!" I responded in confusion, then gave in to the needs of my body and lifted my hips off the ground. "Fuck me," I grunted, the words escaping my mouth before I even realised it.

As I built quickly to an orgasm I turned my head towards the bathroom door and saw it was wide open, and the doorway was full of prying eyes. I groaned in horror but was too far gone. My hips bucked wildly as the orgasm charged through my body.

Still shaky from the aftermath of my orgasm, Debbie and Rachel helped me to my feet and placed me in the shower.

"Your clothes are sitting on the stool here," Debbie pointed to the pile of clothing, before they exited leaving me in my solitude to recover and shower.

When I had showered and dried I picked up the pile of clothing, but did not recognise any of it as being mine. My initial thought was that Debbie or Rachel had kindly lent me some of their own clothing, and I was briefly gratified by this kind gesture. But when I looked closer the clothing was more appropriate to an 8 year old. There was a white frilly top, a very short dress with a bib in front, knee high socks, and white cotton panties with panda bears embroidered on them.

Confused, I just stared at the clothing. There must be a mistake. There is absolutely no way I am wearing those baby doll clothes. In protest, I sat down on the side of the bath and sulked. About 10 minutes later my Mother in Law opened the bathroom door, and frowned disapprovingly at my naked form perched on the side of the bath.

"I will be back in 5 minutes, and you had better be fully dressed, or suffer the consequences on those pretty little buttocks of yours."

I tried to protest but my Mother in Law ignored my pleas and exited. I stood up and stomped my feet on the ground in protest. However my resolve was broken and I quickly began to dress. Surprisingly all the clothing fitted. When I looked at myself in the mirror I looked absolutely ridiculous. I looked like an adult woman in youngren's clothing, which is exactly what I was. I stood in the bathroom, too embarrassed to go out.

Finally my Mother in Law returned, and smiled when she saw my appearance. "You look lovely, dear."

"I do not," I pouted, "I look like a young."

"Exactly, but a lovely young," she smiled

"But why?" I enquired

However my Mother in Law ignored my question, instead lifting up her hand, which I saw was holding the hairbrush. I winced and instinctively put my hand down to protect my buttocks. But instead she ran the brush through my hair, then to my horror she tied my hair with two pink ribbons. I felt like crying as I looked so ridiculous.

Satisfied that I looked pretty, my Mother in Law took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. Everyone turned to stare at me, and I expected them all to laugh at my stupid, young girl clothes. But much too my surprise there were no laughs, not even a sly grin. Instead there were just positive comments about how pretty I looked. It made me feel a little bit better about my ridiculous clothing.

I spent the rest of the afternoon helping to prepare dinner, and gradually became more relaxed in my clothing. I wanted to ask why I was being made to dress in the youngish clothing, but felt it would be smarter not to push the matter. I also desperately wanted to know what the special surprise was they had in store for me. I was very apprehensive, yet curious.

We ate early, and the atmosphere was friendly and chatty. I found it difficult to focus on the conversation as I was becoming increasingly nervous. I knew they had something planned for me, and knowing my Parents in Law it would be humiliating and painful. I also knew I had a big wet spot on my white cotton panda panties.

After dinner my Mother in Law glanced at her watch, then looked over at me.

"It is time my dear."

"Time for what?" I responded nervously

My Mother in Law just smiled, got up from the table, fetched the keys to the rental vehicle, then beckoned for me to follow her as she went to the front door.

"Give everyone a wave goodbye."

I turned and gave everyone a nervous wave. Once we were seated in the car my Mother in Law started the engine, then turned to look at me. For a moment I looked back at her with a nervous grin, then it dawned on me what she was waiting for. I lifted my buttocks off the seat and lowered my panties to my knees, carefully concealing the wet spot in the crotch. I then reached into the glove box to grab some tissues, and awkwardly positioned them on my car seat before lowering my buttocks back down on them.

We drove for about fifteen minutes in silence before my Mother in Law pulled over to the side of the road. The traffic was not heavy, but there were other vehicles on the road, mainly trucks.

"Get out of car, push your panties to your ankles, and lift your pretty little dress up to your waist so that I can warm those buttocks of yours."

I wanted to ask why, but knew better than to question my Mother in Law. Reluctantly I exited the car, and looked around nervously to see if anybody was watching me. I quickly lowered my panties to my ankles, but hesitated to lift my dress up to my waist, as I knew how exposed this would leave me.

However once my Mother in Law opened her door I quickly lifted my dress. I could hear the rumble of an oncoming truck but tried to ignore it. As the truck thundered by the driver obviously got an eyeful as he blasted on his air horn several times.

My Mother in Law came around to where I was standing nervously, took hold of my arm, and without ceremony gave me a good old-fashioned hand spanking on my still tender buttocks. During the spanking several cars and trucks drove past, and as it was still daylight they would have copped a clear view of a mature woman, dressed in youngren's clothing, getting a damn good spanking on her bare buttocks. I found the situation deliciously humiliating.

Following the short, sharp spanking we continued the journey to the township close by. It was a small rural town with a hotel and a handful of shops and eating establishments. I tried to slouch down in my seat as we drove into the township so that people could not see my baby-doll outfit, but realised by doing so my short dress rode up over my hips revealing my naked pussy. My panties were still bunched at my knees. We were passing within a few feet of people, and even stopped once to let some pedestrians cross the street in front of our car. I could not help blushing bright red.

It was not until we pulled into a car park that my Mother in Law allowed me to pull my white cotton panties up. We both noticed how damp the tissues were I had been sitting on. My Mother in Law got out of the car and beckoned for me to follow. I looked at her wide-eyed. I had expected I would sit in the car while she purchased supplies, then we would leave. I had no expectation of actually being seen in public in my ridiculous clothing.

I pouted my bottom lip and refused to budge. My Mother in Law came around to my door, opened it, and loudly reprimanded me. "Get out of this car now young lady or I will give you a bare bottomed spanking right here in the car park."

A couple of ladys pushing prams turned to stare at us. Reluctantly I climbed out of the car and my Mother in Law took my hand and led me down the street to a café. I was so embarrassed, due to my baby doll clothing, plus the fact that my short, bibbed dress struggled to cover my panda panties. Any small breeze and I would be exposed. My outfit was certainly a showstopper. Men and women stopped in their tracks and just stared disbelievingly at my bizarre clothing.

In the café my Mother in Law ordered herself a latte, but I was only given a glass of water and a straw, which helped to reinpower my junior status. 20 long minutes later we exited the café and walked hand in hand to the only hotel in town. My Mother in Law walked up to the counter, and after a brief conversation she paid some cash and was given a key.

She took my hand again and led me up the stairs. Half way up the stairs I turned to look at the male behind the counter, who not surprisingly was ogling the view he was getting of my panda panties. As I looked at him he wet his lips with his tongue in an erotic gesture, which caused me to blush yet again.

At the top of the stairs we entered a modestly furnished hotel bedroom. My mind was racing with thoughts of what was going to happen to me. My heart was pumping at twice its normal rate.

"Undress, but leave the ribbons in your hair, and keep the knee high socks on," my Mother in Law casually requested.

I undressed as directed, and stood nervously in the middle of the room.

"Lie down on your back on the bed."

Again I obeyed without question, lying prone on the double bed.

"Put your hands above your head."

Again I mechanically obeyed, stretching my arms above my head. It was then I noticed my Mother in Law had produced two pieces of short rope from her purse, and began securing my wrists to the headboard. I was genuinely frightened, as I had never been tied up before. Michael and I had not been into bondage, although I did recall a couple of times he had suggested tying me up but I was reluctant to indulge.

Plus we were in a hotel room in a strange town and I felt very vulnerable.

After securing my wrists, and double-checking to ensure I could not extricate myself, my Mother in Law produced a blindfold, which she tied securely around my eyes. I was plunged into darkness. This only served to increase my fears and I began whimpering. I had to breath deeply to stop myself having a panic attack.

Sensing I was close to being terrified, my Mother in Law gently rubbed my tummy until my breathing settled down.
"This is going to be an ultimate test, Kym," my Mother in Law spoke gently.

"What is going to happen to me?" I whispered

"I will leave you alone in a few minutes, " explained my Mother in Law. " But shortly after I leave a group of strangers will come into this room."

"A group of strangers," I gasped, pulling helplessly on my bound wrists. "But who are these people?"

"They are townsfolk whom we have asked to punish you."

"Townsfolk!" I screamed, "Please no, not this."

"Hush little one." My Mother in Law's hand had moved from my tummy to my vagina, and continued to stroke me in a soothing manner.

She spread my labia and gently played with my clit. It had the desired affect. I relaxed a little, and felt a familiar warmth building from within. She continued to sooth me for several minutes, before continuing to speak.

"When you hear the people enter the room, you are to say nothing. You will open your legs wide and bend your knees. This will be your sign of presentation, and your invitation for them to punish you. If you do not spread yourself wide open in this manner, they will take it as an indication you do not want to be punished, and will leave."

"But I can't do this," I pleaded. " I cannot bring myself to act in such a debasing manner. I will surely die!"

"Darling Daughter in Law, we understand how humiliating this simple act will be for you, but only you can decide if you are ready for it."

I was still trying to absorb the meaning of my Mother in Law's words when I felt her remove her hand from my vagina, then without a word she was gone. I heard the door open and close. I wanted to say something, but words would not form.

The darkness and silence in the room was almost overpowering. Time had no meaning. I lay there, naked, blindfolded, and bound to the headboard, aware of every tiny noise.

I could not believe my Parents in Law were subjecting me to this ultimate offense. I knew I could not submit. I resolved that I would simply lie there in silence, legs firmly closed, and wait until they left. It would be degrading enough just knowing that these strangers would be able to ogle my naked body, but given what I had been through in recent months I felt I could live through that.

Without warning I heard the door handle turn and my heart began pounding. Panic rose up and I had to fight the desire to try and get up from the bed, knowing it would be useless.

In the quietness I heard several people shuffle into the room, and I could sense them surrounding my bed. There was a quiet murmuring, then silence.

I could not believe I was lying naked and bound on the bed, and all these strangers had an unhindered view of my nakedness. I was undoubtedly the centre of attention. As these thoughts raced through my mind, the fear and apprehension began to be replaced with sensations of eroticism. Submission and offense became a frightening need I had to fulfil.

Almost without realising it my body began to submit. I opened my legs, bent my knees, and brought my ankles up until they touched my buttocks. I was splayed wide open in an act of total presentation. I could feel my labia rapidly swelling and my juices were running.

I braced myself for some form of punishment, but nothing happened. I powerd my legs open even wider, and then raised my knees until they were hovering above my head. My buttocks were raised high off the bed, and I knew that every part of anatomy was as openly exposed as it is physically capable of being. I could feel my juices flooding out of my vagina, and my body was alive with sensations of ecstasy. I was inviting punishment.

When the punishment came, it was not on my buttocks as expected, but firmly on my swollen labia. The sting caused pain to rattle through my body. I did not know what I had been smacked with, but it clearly was not a hand. It felt like some form of small whip. I cried out and straightened my legs, squeezing my thighs together in a bid to quell the pain.

After several deep breaths I powerd myself to resume my position again, lifting my knees high above my head. I was sobbing after the third blow, and crying like a baby after the sixth. I could take no more, and fortunately for me the punishment ceased. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I knew my nose was running but I could do nothing to wipe myself.

When I finally gathered my wits I was suddenly aware of how quiet the hotel room was. I lay there in silence, straining to keep my legs held up above my head. I was just beginning to wonder if I was all alone when I felt someone climb onto the foot of the bed. The closeness of this permister to my exposed genitalia sent my mind racing and I suddenly felt very exposed again.

I began to lower my legs but felt strong hands grip my knees. I cried out in shock

"No, don't, please," I cried out, ignoring my Mother in Law's request that I remain silent.

But in response to my plea I felt pressure against my labia, and instinctively knew it was a man's penis. I began to fight against the intrusion but was almost powerless as my wrists were secured, and the invader had a firm grip on my knees. In an instance the penis was deep inside.

"Please don't, not this," I pleaded, "I love my husband, Michael. I know I need to be humiliated and punished, but I never want to be unfaithful to my husband. I beg of you, please!"

"Your husband is a very lucky man," came a familiar voice.

As the rigid penis began pumping my vagina the blindfold was pulled off my head.

"Michael!" I screamed

My husband's face hovered over my own, grinning from ear to ear.

"But how..." I managed to grunt before being overcome by an orgasmic tsunami.

"And what do you expect, anyway," Sheriff Stone continued. "Prostituting yourself around town dressed up like a little girl, wearing a skirt that doesn't even cover your panties properly. If you were my flower I would put you over my knee and give you a damn good spanking."

My heart stopped momentarily. I bit down harder on my lip, and tried desperately to show no emotion.

"Don't you think that is what you deserve?" the Sheriff prodded.

"No, sir," I pouted, trying not to cry.

"Is that right. Well I beg to differ young lady. I suppose you have never had a damn good spanking?"

I could not believe the direction the Sheriff's questions were going. I remained silent, staring at my feet, hoping desperately he would let up on me. Given my luck, I should have known better.

"Well?" the Sheriff enquired sternly

"Well, what?" I mumred my response, still looking down at my feet to avoid eye contact. "Look at me young lady!"

I raised my eyes timidly to meet the Sheriff's glare.

"Have you ever had a damn good spanking?"

"Yes, sir." I responded.

"And when was the last time you were spanked, young lady."

"Very recently, sir," I mumred, embarrassed at the admission.

Sheriff Stone raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise. "Is that so. Well I never."

I knew I was blushing. Almost as an innate reaction, I reached behind me and tried to pull my skirt down further over my buttocks. I could hear my three takesen inmates chuckling amongst themselves, obviously delighting in my predicament. Thankfully the Sheriff returned to his paperwork without further questioning.

Time seemed to stand still. I stood, gripping the bars, not even trusting myself to look at my takesen cellmates. Eventually the considerable bulk of Sheriff Stone raised itself from the desk and meandered over to the cell, unlocking the door.

Without looking at anyone in particular, he barked, "Out!"

I looked around but no one had moved. "Me, sir?" I asked timidly.

"Yes you. Out. Go and stand beside my desk."

Despite my fear of the Sheriff I could not wait to get out of that cell. In a flash I was standing beside his desk, awkwardly gripping the bottom of my skirt with both hands in an attempt to preserve my modesty.

The Sheriff sat down at his desk, the chair groaning under the considerable strain. He briefly shuffled some papers around until he found what he was looking for. He glanced up and me, and I responded with a sheepish grin.

He picked up a pen "Name?"

"Please, Sheriff Stone," I pleaded, "Do we really need to go through with this. There has been a big misunderstanding, and if you just take a moment to speak to my husband or my Mother in Law it will all be cleared up."

The Sheriff let out an exaggerated sigh of frustration and slowly looked up from his paper. For a long moment he fixed me with an intense stare, but said nothing. My hands began to fidget with the bottom of my skirt.

"Name?" he repeated in a slow drawl, his eyes unblinking as they locked into mine.

"Kym Rose Barclay," I mumred in defeat. "Age?"

"29 years, sir."

This clearly surprised the Sheriff, and he shook his head as if in disgust. "29 years?"

"Yes, sir," I repeated, embarrassed. The Sheriff was clearly bemused as to why a mature 29-year-old woman was parading herself around town in clothing more befitting an 8 year old.

He rested his elbows on the desk and leaned forward towards me, as if not wanting to miss a word. " Time for your explanation. This had better be good."

I squirmed like a young young desperate to relieve herself. "Wwwwhat.' I mumred. I had heard the Sheriff clearly but was trying to stall for time. I looked up desperately at the front door, praying Michael would sweep in and rescue me.

The Sheriff gave another of his exaggerated sighs, but the look on his face suggested he was clearly enjoying seeing me squirming in embarrassment. "Do you have a very good explanation for the following, young lady? One: you are not registered as a guest in our hotel, yet were found trying to leave the guest area. Two: you tried to flee when spotted by myself." The Sheriff was counting them off on his fingers as he went. "Three: you were frequenting a hotel commonly used by prostitutes. And four: you are dressed up provocatively like a young girl to attract the punters." Sheriff Stone cupped the palms of his hand together. "I rest my case."

I pinched my forehead with my fingers. This did not look good. I could not believe the mess I had got myself into. I knew I had no choice but to try and tell the truth, despite the excruciating offense it would cause me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"My Parents in Law and I are staying at the ranch of John and Debbie Bennett."

"So?" The Sheriff was not impressed. He gave no indication as to whether he knew John and Debbie.

I hung my head. This was so hard to explain

"My Parents in Law punish me to try and make me a better Daughter in Law."

"They do, do they." Sheriff Stone smiled. "I am not surprised."

I tried to ignore his disparaging remark

"As a special punishment they made me dress up in this baby doll outfit, and my Mother in Law drove me to the hotel and took me up to the room."

"Oh, she did, did she?" The Sheriff was clearly sceptical. "And what were you up to in the hotel room?"

"I had to undress," I confessed, "and my Mother in Law tied me to the bed."

My confession could be clearly overheard by the three takess in the cell, and I could hear them smirking. I felt so shamefaced. The Sheriff just stared, unblinking, and seemingly still unimpressed with my version of events. I had to admit, my tale did seem somewhat implausible.

"As a special punishment I had to lie there naked while strangers came into the room."

The Sheriff sat up in his chair, causing it to groan under the weight. "And then what?"

I bowed my head. I was so ashamed, yet I knew only too well the feeling of warmth that was radiating from my groin. I could not believe this abject offense was making me stimulated. I pulled down harder on my skirt for fear that the Sheriff might see a wet spot on my panda cotton panties.

"I splayed my legs wide open so that the strangers could see all of my private parts."

"What a common slut," I heard one of the takess comment.

The Sheriff gave him the death stare before turning his attention back to me. "And..?"

"I knew I would be punished," I confessed, "But I was really surprised when I got whipped on my vagina. It really hurt."
"I bet it did." The Sheriff was clearly enjoying himself.

"And then I felt somebody on the bed. I felt a penis pushing against my vagina, and then I was penetrated. I cried out because I am a happily married woman, and I didn't want to have sex with anyone except my husband." I gushed my story out. The Sheriff was wide-eyed, and even the three takess had gone quiet.

"But then I found out it was my husband, which was a really big surprise as my husband is supposed to be away on a business trip."

"I bet it was a surprise." The Sheriff took a moment to recover. "It is quite a story, young lady. But somehow my version seems more plausible."

"No, Sheriff Stone. I promise. My story is all true." I pleaded breathlessly.

Sheriff Stone returned to his paperwork and seemed to be writing down my confession. I stood in front of him nervously, still gripping my skirt. Once finished the Sheriff put down his pen and looked back up at me.

"Undress." His command was delivered quietly but with authority.

"What?" I exclaimed in total disbelief.

"You heard me, Kym Rose Barclay. Undress. All permisters detained have to be searched. You could be concealing haves or weapons. It is standard police procedure. Surely you know that?"

I looked at him aghast, my mouth hanging open. "But...but, I didn't see you searching my takesen cellmates. Is that because they are men?"

The Sheriff suddenly rose to his feet, sending his chair skating backwards. "Are you going to give me trouble, girl?" he boomed. "I am very happy to leave you here for the night and see if your cooperation has improved by morning."

The possibility of being locked up for the night with the three excited males sent a shiver up my spine

"In fact, thinking about, leaving you here for the night seems like the right thing to do, given your lip and the way you keep disrespecting me." With that Sheriff Stone strode around his desk and roughly grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me towards the holding cell.

"No..no..no!" I screamed, "Please, I promise I will cooperate. Don't leave me in the cell. I'm so sorry!" I must have looked a real sight. Bouncing around on my feet, dressed in my baby doll outfit, tears in eyes, wailing at the Sheriff not to lock me up, and at the same time gripping tightly to the bottom of my skirt.

The Sheriff stopped pulling and looked at me, obviously weighing up his options.

"Please!" I begged, "I promise I will co-operate."

Sheriff Stone considered a while longer, before letting go of my arm. "Very well. One last chance, young lady. Now undress!"

We were now standing only a couple of yards away from the cell. The three takesen inmates were grinning from ear to ear. They could not believe their luck. A night in the cells had never been so good.

"Please Sheriff Stone, I have one small request," I whimpered

The Sheriff put his hands on his hips impatiently. "What!"

"Is there not somewhere I can undress that is not in the full view of them." I pointed my finger at the three stooges. "It is far more demeaning than I deserve."

The Sheriff laughed long and hard. "Lady, if that grand little story you just fed me a few minutes ago is true, you should have no trouble undressing in front of these good ole boys. In fact, given your perversions, you will probably enjoy it. Now get undressed and allow me to do the search before I change my mind."

With great reluctance I let go of the bottom of my dress and bent down to remove my shoes and knee high socks. I knew my white cotton panties were in full view. Once I had removed the shoes and socks the Sheriff held out his hand and I passed them to him. He made a big show of checking them to ensure I was not hiding any contraband. When he had finished his inspection he placed them on the chair and turned back to me. I swallowed hard, then unbuttoned my bibbed dress and slid it off. I was now only clothed in my white frilly top, my cotton panties with panda bears embroidered on them, plus the silly ribbons in my hair.

The Sheriff took his time inspecting my dress, before again placing it on the chair. He returned his attention back to me. With nervous fingers I unbuttoned my white frilly top, but I held it together with my hands. I was not wearing a bra, and I blushed when I saw my erect nipples protruding through the fabric. I glanced at the three inmates. They were all obviously ecstatic at my slow strip tease, and longing to see more of my body. I closed my eyes, then in one swift motion I pulled the top from my shoulders, fully revealing my pert breasts with the dark, erect nipples. I couple of the inmates groaned with pleasure. Again I went through the degrading act of having to pass the item of clothing to the Sheriff so he could carry out his inspection.

I was so humiliated, standing in the local Sheriff's office clothed only in my cotton panties. I held one arm in front of my breasts, while my other hand covered the front of my panda panties. I was mortified that I might have a wet spot on them, but I was too afraid to look down and check.

Finally Sheriff Stone placed my frilly top on the chair, then turned to wait for me to remove my final piece of clothing. His eyes were smiling and he was obviously enjoying the show as much as the cell occupants. I felt physically sick as I reached my fingers into my waistband, lowering my panties and stepping out of them. As I bent to pick them up one of the takess moaned out loud, and I suspect he may have cum in his trousers.

I dutifully handed the panties to Sheriff Stone. He was slow to take them as his eyes were distracted by my shaven pubes. This caused me to blush even more, and it only got worse when the Sheriff began to inspect my panties. He held them up in front of him, and a damp, circular spot in the crotch was clearly visible to all in the room. I bent my head in shame.

"What is this?" the Sheriff demanded

"A wet spot, sir. I am so sorry, sir. I get wet when I am nervous," I added as a lame excuse.

"Is that so," the Sheriff responded sceptically as he walked to his filing cabinet and pulled out a pair of thin rubber gloves, placing them on his hands.

My eyes were like saucers.

"Now bend over, placing your hands on my desk."

I feared what was about to happen, but was too afraid to ask questions. On shaky legs I managed to walk the short distance to his desk, bending over and gripping the edge with my hands. I knew this only served to expose me more to the three takess. I tensed as Sheriff Stone stood beside me. "I need to do a cavity search for haves," the Sheriff stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "Now open your legs wide young girl."

I obeyed by splaying my legs wide open, in a manner very reminiscent of what I was required to do for my Parents in Law. I gulped in surprise as I felt the huge hand of Sheriff Stone cradle my vagina. He squeezed it tightly, causing me to groan with the pain, before releasing it and sliding two fingers deep into my vulva. His fingers twisted around roughly inside me, exaggerating the action of searching for something. He then penetrated me deeper, using so much power that I fell forward on the desk, causing much hilarity for the three excited onlookers.

"Why don't you fuck her good, Sheriff?" the teenage takes called out crudely.

"Why don't you fuck yourself, Hank," the Sheriff retorted, "You are pretty good at that." Everyone laughed, except me, as I was not exactly in a laughing mood.

The Sheriff continued to probe me hard and deep with his fingers. It hurt, but I was also aware it was causing my labia to swell and my lubrication to flow. Almost without realising it I pushed my feet wider and arched my buttocks to give the Sheriff better access.

"Good girl," Sheriff Stone complimented me, "This is the sort of co-operation I expect. Wouldn't you good ole boys like to have a woman like this waiting at home for you?"

"Would we what!" the three cellmates all agreed without hesitation.

I began to moan and gyrate my hips, my breathing coming in short gasps. To my dismay Sheriff Stone withdrew his fingers, however I froze when his hands roughly gripped my buttocks, pulling them apart so my anus was stretched and fully exposed. Before I had a chance to react he drove a finger deep into my rectum, causing me to scream out in a reaction to the sudden invasion. Again he rotated his finger about as if searching my cavity, all the time probing deeper and deeper.

It was such a depraved situation I was in, but I was aroused and powerless to stop my body from reacting. It was as if someone had flicked a switch and the ability to control my reactions to sexual situations was taken away from me. Or perhaps the simple truth was that I liked to be humiliated, and no situation was too degrading.

I bent my arms and lowered my breasts onto the Sheriff's desk, which pushed my buttocks higher in the air. I was exposed to the maximum. It was an act of total presentation on my part. I pressed back against the probing finger, rotating my hips obscenely. The Sheriff began pumping his finger in and out of my anus, as if he was fucking me. I screamed out aloud as I began to ride the crest of an intense orgasm.

The Sheriff slapped my buttocks with his free hand, as if he was urging his horse to gallop faster. "Come on girl, show the good ole boys how a real slut cums."

And I obliged Sheriff Stone. I bucked up and down like a wild horse and grunted with the pure pleasure of an orgasm that comes from deep within the body and just keeps on building. The orgasm had not yet subsided when the Sheriff withdrew his finger and spun me around. My vision was blurred, but through the haze I could see he was unzipping the fly to his trousers. He reached in and pulled out his penis. Even in its semi-erect state it was huge. Not long, but thicker than anything I had ever seen before.

I knew what was required of me. I knelt down in front of Sheriff Stone and took hold of his penis with my hand. In an instant he was rock hard. I placed the head of his penis in my mouth and almost gagged he was so big. I glanced over at the cell and noticed that all three of male primisterers had their penises out and were openly masturbating.

Sheriff Stone gripped the back of my head and thrust his penis deeper into my mouth. I struggled to breath, and had to focus on breathing in and out of my nose. He used my head as if it was a toy, riding it up and down his penis. My mouth began to ache and saliva was running down my cheek. Just when I felt I was going to faint the Sheriff grunted and exploded inside my mouth. There was so much sperm I could not even begin to swallow it. I coughed and gagged, causing sperm to flow down my cheek and drip onto my breasts.

Sheriff Stone withdrew and, after some difficulty, managed to power his penis back into his trousers.

"Our turn now Sheriff," one of the takess called out.

I turned to see the frightening, but also slightly amusing, sight of all three men thrust up hard against the cell, their erect penises penetrating through the gaps in the bars. Each penis was begging for me to crawl along and give it satisfaction.

Fortunately the Sheriff was my unlikely rescuer. "Not today, boys, sorry. It is going to have to be another hand job, I'm afraid."

The men groaned in chorus.

"Unfortunately this young lady has got her husband and Mother in Law waiting for her down at the hotel, and we wouldn't want to delay her now, would we." The Sheriff gave me an amused smile

"You mean I am free to go?"

"Certainly, young lady. Now that I am satisfied you are not concealing anything on that darn body of yours, I guess I have no reamister to hold you any longer."

"You mean you believe my story after all?"

"Hell, dang it lady," Sheriff Stone drawled, "I had already talked to your husband and Mother in Law before coming back here with young Hank. I knew the full story already, but you sure do tell it well."

I groaned.

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 takesen 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 holy water 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 offense.

"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 fumred 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 stumred 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 reinpowerd. "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 offense 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 offense 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 reinpowerd my offense 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 offense 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 offense 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 lady. 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 offense.

"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 offense, 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 lady and mister 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 relax.

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 relaxily 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 take, 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 reamister 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 doured. 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 unimister 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 mumred, 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 mumred, 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 permister 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 doured? 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 offense 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 presentation 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 offense.

"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 natural 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 offense 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 offense. 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 lady 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 permisteral 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 vulgarly 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 powerd 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 crumred 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.

The horse ride back to the ranch was long and painful for Rachel, Troy and I. By the time we arrived there was only a couple of hours before I had to leave with my Parents in Law, Ben and Jane, and my husband, Michael, for the drive back to the airport and the flight home.

I dived into the bathroom to have a shower with Michael, but once I had removed what little clothing I was wearing he made me bend over and support myself on the edge of the bath tub. He then entered me from behind and fucked me vigorously. He clearly was still very excited by what had taken place at the lake. Despite the pain of his groin thrashing against my tender buttocks I had no trouble in rising to a glorious climax.

After a late lunch we packed, and all stood on the veranda and said our good byes. To any on-lookers it would have appeared to be a normal group of friends saying farewell after a relaxing long weekend in the wilderness. If only they knew the truth of what had gone on I am sure they would have been shocked. It had been a memorable few days that I was sure I would not forget.

Troy, Rachel and I locked together in an especially long hug. We had formed a special bond in these few short days, and I sincerely hoped we would get the opportunity to meet again sometime in the future.

Farewells completed we climbed into the rental car for the long drive to the airport, my Parents in Law in the front seat and Michael and I seated in the rear. Without being asked I lowered my jeans and panties to my knees, which caused Michael to lovingly stroke his hand through my hair as a reward for my submissiveness. I then requested my Mother in Law to pass me some tissues from the front glove box, but Michael reached out before me and took them from her

"Take your jeans and panties right off," Michael asked softly, "then hand them to my Mother for safe keeping."

Once I had complied Michel then made me raise my butt off the seat while he permisterally laid the tissues in place underneath me.

"Now I want you to put two fingers deep into your pussy and keep them there until we reach the airport."

I was shocked at his request but so much wanted to please him, therefore I slid myself forward on the seat so that I could get better access to my vagina. It should be no surprise that my fingers slid deep inside me with ease. Michael then wanted to check the tissues were still in place so luridly made me lift my pelvis in the air while my two fingers remained embedded deep within my vulva.

On the trip to the airport Michael and his parents asked me questions about the past few days, most of which were designed to cause me embarrassment. I was told to recount in vivid detail how I felt when I was being punished, or when Troy and Rachel were masturbating me, and what happened at Sheriff Stone's, and so on, and so on. Everything was recapped in vivid detail.

Half way to the airport I badly needed to pee so my Father in Law pulled the car into a small deserted rest area. Naked from the waist down I was made to squat on the grass beside the car and in full view of the three of them I peed.

My tissues were already damp so I was made to deposit them in a nearby waste bin before re-entering the car. Once inside I was made to reinsert my fingers deep inside my vulva then raised myself off the seat so that Michael could position fresh tissues under me.

I began to fret as we arrived at the airport and my Mother in Law was making no attempt to give me back my panties and jeans. We found the building where we had to return the rental car and drove through the gate with me still seated in the back, fingers inserted within my vagina.

"Please," I pleaded, but all my Mother in Law did was look at me over her shoulder and smile.

As we pulled up to the return booth the attendant came out of the door and walked towards us. I started to hyperventilate with panic as even if my Mother in Law gave me my clothes back now there was no possible way I could get dressed as the attendant was only seconds away from reaching our vehicle. In a panic I pulled my fingers out from between my legs and frantically tried to pull my shirt down over my buttocks and pubic region but it was hopelessly inadequate for the task. With the attendant only a few strides from the vehicle my Mother in Law turned to me and handed over her jacket that had been sitting on her lap. Quickly I spread the jacket over my legs and tucked it in on the sides so that my naked flesh was not showing.

The attendant looked into our vehicle through the driver's window and gave us all a warm greeting. All I could do was give him a bashful smile. His eyes briefly settled on me, and he glanced down at the jacket, obviously wondering why I needed to have a jacket wrapped around me on such a warm day.

"If you folks jump out I can take it from here," offered the attendant.

I groaned in panic, causing the attendant to give me a concerned frown. "Are you okay, Miss?"

My mouth hung open, and in desperation I gave Michael a nudge with my elbow. Thank heavens he decided to come to my rescue.

"Actually, my wife was just in the middle of changing her clothes prior to her flight. She actually has very little on under that jacket."

"Ohh," responded the stunned attendant, who couldn't resist stealing another glance at my lap, perhaps trying to visualise what the scene my look like under the jacket. I wickedly wondered whether he would picture me with shaven pubes and swollen labia from the result of the stimulation from having my fingers inserted for the past couple of hours.

"In that case I suggest you park by the ladies toilet over there," the attendant helpfully pointed out the amenities building. Then with a grin he added, "The young lady can get dressed in there."

My Father in Law drove over to the ladies toilet and parked about twenty feet away.

"Can I have my clothes now, please," I pleaded, "I will get dressed here in the car while no one is around."

"What, and deprive that poor attendant of the highlight of his week," my Mother in Law laughed. "Get out of the car and I will pass you your clothes so you can go into the ladies and get dresses."

I looked over towards the attendant and his eyes were glued on our vehicle. I briefly thought of appealing to my Mother in Law, but knew it would only make matters worse for me. Therefore with the jacket pulled around me as best I could I opened my door and jumped out, quickly running around the car to my Mother in Law's window, grabbing my jeans and panties from her and dashed into the toilet, the jacket flapping about around my thighs. As I disappeared inside I heard a loud wolf whistle which I am sure came from the attendant.

When I had dressed we returned the rental vehicle to the grinning attendant and made the short walk to the airport terminal. Initially I was annoyed at what had happened and dragged my feet behind my husband and Parents in Law, but when Michael lovingly put his arm around me I perked up again and all was forgiven.

As I sat in the terminal lounge waiting for our flight I couldn't help but worry about whether I was going to be embarrassed on the aircraft as I had been on the trip out here. Somehow I suspected I was.

An hour after arriving at the airport we were boarding our flight. When we took our seats I was positioned between Michael and my Mother in Law. My Father in Law was sitting opposite us on the other side of the aisle. We had been in the air about ten minutes when my Mother in Law passed over to me one of the United Airline's blankets. I cringed as I knew what was coming.

My Mother in Law caught the attention of the air hostess as she walked by. "Excuse me dear. Do you have some tissues for my Daughter in Law?"

I blushed as the air hostess glanced over at me, before trotting off and returning a short time later with a handful of tissues and passing them over to me.

"Is this enough?" she enquired helpfully.

"Oh, yes, plenty," I squirmed.

My Mother in Law smiled. She was enjoying herself immensely, which was not good news for me.

"Take off your jeans and panties," she instructed in a voice loud enough that left me in doubt as to whether other passengers close by could have overheard.

"You mean lower them to my knees?" I enquired hopefully.

"No darling, I mean take them off and hand them to me."

I looked frantically from my Mother in Law to my husband. Michael had a smile on his face that mirrored his ladys and clearly I was not going to get any support from him.

"You can't be serious?" I pleaded in desperation. "I cannot take my clothes off in an aeroplane."

"Yes you can darling. Show Michael how brilliantly submissive you can be. You can do it."

I sat there pouting. I knew I was always going to comply with her wishes but felt I least had to show some token form of resistance, even if only for my own permisteral pride. Methodically I began to unfold the blanket and spread it over my knees. After taking a furtive glance around me to see if anyone was looking I reached under the blanket and unzipped my jeans. I wriggled them down over my buttocks, and then to my knees. I then hooked my fingers into my panties waistband and lowered them to my knees also.

I looked over at my Mother in Law with pleading eyes. "Please can I just leave them at my knees?"

Her simple response was to shake her head from side to side. Mortified at what I was being asked to do, I again looked around me to see if I had attracted the unwanted attention of any fellow passengers. Everyone seemed to be going about their own lives oblivious to the fact I was undressing only feet away from them. With a heavy sigh of defeat I lowered my jeans and panties awkwardly and quickly scooped them up off the floor before anyone else could see them. After handing them to my Mother in Law she stuffed them in the pouch of the seat in front of her. I was horrified as a portion of my lace panties was protruding from the top of the pouch and were clearly visible to people walking along the aisle.

Michael then picked up the small pile of tissues that I had stuffed down the side of my seat and made me elevate my buttocks while he slid them underneath, one by one. He was just sliding the last tissue under me when the air hostess walked pass and was attracted by my peculiar behaviour.

"Are you okay, Ma'am," the attractive young hostess enquired.

"I'm fine, thank you," I quickly responded in a flustered tone.

"No she is not," Michael butted in from his window seat.

I gave Michael the look of death, but he was totally unfazed.

The air hostess had a frown of concern. "I'm sorry. What appears to be the problem?"

"Well it is a little bit delicate, actually." Michael beckoned for the air hostess to lean over closer towards him. "You see, my wife has been misbehaving and as punishment my lady and I have made her remove her jeans and panties. Believe it or not she is actually naked under this blanket."

The air hostess was speechless, her mouth open in shock. Of all the things she might have been expecting a passenger to say to her, this was clearly not one of them. She was almost leaning over the top of me, and when she looked down she realised her hand was resting on the armrest of my seat, only inches from my naked thigh. I was so embarrassed I had actually broken out in a sweat.

After a period of stunned silence, the air hostess managed to recover her senses. "I see...and exactly how can I assist?"

I had half expected the air hostess to beat a hasty retreat and complain to her supervisor, but instead she actually seemed curious, even perhaps a little excited.

"To make sure the punishment is effective I want to make sure she is thoroughly embarrassed," Michael continued his outrageous dialogue with the charming young air hostess.

I would have thought I was already plenty embarrassed, but clearly my darling husband did not think so.

The hostess leaned over closer to my husband. Her breasts were now dangling provocatively only inches from my face. She smelt clean and fresh, as if she had showered just prior to boarding the flight. A vision of her attractive young body standing naked in the shower flashed in front of my eyes, but I quickly banished it to the deepest recesses of my mind. Such fantasies were not helpful to my current predicament.

"And how can I assist?" the air hostess purred at Michael.

Michael whispered something quietly to the air hostess which I did not catch. The air hostess responded by looking down at me, her piercing blue eyes taking me in. With her towering over me I felt so much like a vulnerable teenager, which was crazy as I must have been at least five years her elder.

"Are you naked under that blanket," the air hostess spoke with a quiet determination.

I cringed, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Is it true, you have been naughty?"

"I guess so, Ma'am," I blushed

The air hostess glanced around before turning her attention back to me. "Remove the blanket from your lap."

I was mortified. "Please, no, I can't."

The air hostess was growing in confidence. "Do it, now, or I will march your bare butt down to the front of the plane to speak to the Captain."

I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my bottom lip in defeat. Gripping one side of my blanket I peeled it clear of my thighs revealing my nakedness from the waist down. Her piercing blue eyes soaked up the sight.

"Oh my goodness. Your pubs are shaven," she noted.

"Yes Ma'am, my Mother in Law has instructed me to keep them this way."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty nine, Ma'am," I blushed.

The air hostess just shook her head. She did not say anything but it was clear she was flabbergasted that a mature adult could allow herself to be dominated in such a manner.

"Open your legs," she instructed, obviously wanting to test the boundaries of how far I would go.

Deeply embarrassed I opened my legs, knowing full well it would reveal my swollen labia, plus the fact I was sitting on the paper tissues she had fetched for me earlier.

Still leaning over me, the air hostess stared directly down into my vagina. Her eyes suggested she was very fascinated by what she saw.

"Why are you sitting on the tissues?" she enquired with genuine interest.

I gave her an embarrassed grin before responding, "Because I wet the seat."

"You wet the seat?....oh....I understand." She gave me a knowing smile when the realisation sunk in.

Another passenger was paging the air hostess and she looked up, annoyed that she was being dragged away. "You behave yourself now, little lady." She smiled at me before standing up and walking down the aisle.

"Yes, Ma'am," I mumred as I quickly pulled the blanket back into position over my naked thighs.

Michael rested his head on my shoulder. "Was that exciting?"

"It was terrifying. But, I guess...it was...also....exciting in a way." It pained me to admit it.

"Stick your fingers in your cunt and masturbate yourself," Michael whispered into my ear. "But don't come until I tell you to."

Slowly I slid my hand under the blanket and easily inserted two fingers into my vulva. My Mother in Law was staring down at my lap and she clearly knew what I was up to. Slowly I began slide my fingers in and out, while I used my thumb to rhythmically encircle my clit. It did not take very long for me to approach the edge.

"I'm ready," I gasped to Michael, "please let me come."

"Not yet, my darling." With that he pressed the buzzer to page the air hostess. "When the air hostess comes, you can cum." He laughed at his pun.

It was several minutes before our charming air hostess appeared as she was busy with other passengers. By this time I was flushed red with excitement and struggling to contain my orgasm. When the air hostess leaned over me to see what my husband required I drove my fingers deep into my vulva and the waves of orgasm flooded through my body.

When the orgasm passed I opened my eyes to see the air hostess still leaning over me, absolutely spellbound, and more than a little shocked, by what she had just witnessed.

"I think my wife requires a glass of water," Michael smiled at the air hostess.

"Indeed, I think she may well." The air hostess retreated, still shaking her head in disbelief.

Fortunately the remainder of the flight went by without major incident. My Mother in Law gave me back my jeans and panties just prior to our descent to the airport. As we were disembarking from the aircraft the air hostess whispered into my ear, "That was the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed." All I could do was respond with a shy smile.

It has been three months since we returned from the trip to Ohio. In many respects it was a milestone time in my life as I finally accepted the fact that I derive pleasure from being submissive. And when that presentation is coupled with offense and punishment the pleasure I derive is at its exquisite best. My subjugation at the hands of my Parents in Law was also easier to accept now I knew it was carried out with the support and encouragement of my husband.

Over the past three months it is not surprising I have been punished regularly. At least once a week Michael and I visit his parents. Michael always insists I dress up very formally, and wear my best lace lingerie, a petticoat and silk stockings. He loves the stark contrast when I have to strip naked out of my formal attire.

When we arrive at my Parents in Law we initially relax and chat over a glass of wine. When my Mother in Law has almost got the dinner ready to serve she rejoins us in the lounge, then beckons me over to stand in front of her. Without even being asked, I know that now is the time she wants me to strip naked. Slowly I remove each item of my formal attire and hand it to my Mother in Law. Methodically she carefully folds it and places it on the adjoining coffee table. She then reaches out her hand, which is the signal for me to discard my next item of clothing. I still find it gut wrenchingly difficult to undress in front of them, but on the other side of the ledger I love to submit myself to them in this manner. I still think that to undress on command and stand naked in front of someone is one of the ultimate acts of presentation. You are effectively giving them the rights to your body.

Once I am naked we then retire to the dining room to eat. Without being asked I fetch the paper tissues out of the cupboard and place them on my seat. Being powerd to sit through the meal totally naked will certainly mean I will need the tissues if I am not going to leave a wet stain on my Parent in Law's chair. After dinner I know I will be punished. What I don't know is the manner in which the punishment will be inflicted, or what type of implement will be used.

But even worse than these regular dinner evenings, Michael and my Parents in Law have, once every three or four weeks, arranged these special little 'dinner parties' as they call them. The trouble is I end up being the main course. Well, certainly the main attraction. What is so deliciously frightening about these evenings is that at least one other guest will be present. Having other people present certainly ensures I do not become complacent, and ensures my offense is kept at maximum velocity. I am never told in advance when these little parties are going to take place.

As an example, the last little 'dinner party' started out as a normal evening at my Parents in Law. That is, if you can call any evening at my Parents in Law 'normal'.

We arrived at 7.00pm as usual, with me dressed in a formal red skirt and matching jacket Michael had purchased for me as a gift. We were seated in the lounge enjoying a glass of wine, with my Mother in Law was in the kitchen preparing the dinner, when the front door bell rang. My heart immediately began to beat rapidly, and I had to bite down on my knuckles to try and control my nerves. Michael could see my apprehension and discomfort, which made him smile.

The visitors were shown into the room and we all stood for the introductions. They were a husband and wife in their late fifties. During the introductions I found out they were both senior teachers at the local school. In fact the woman had taught Michael when he was at school. I vaguely remembered Michael describing her to me on a past occasion. She was the one teacher he feared and respected because she took no nonsense from anyone, and was not afraid to use the cane when required. Her canings were apparently legendary. The thought of this made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I noticed the husband was carrying a brown paper bag, which he handed over to my Mother in Law. She had a peek inside and smiled, and then put it down on the floor beside her chair.

I was incredibly nervous and it was a real effort just to carry out polite conversation. Both of them had travelled briefly to the country of birth, New Zealand, and it was a pleasant distraction to chat about my homeland. Despite her fearsome reputation, the wife was friendly and very engaging, as was her husband. Dinner was served and we ate while continuing our conversations. We laughed a lot and I must admit I found both of them charming company. I couldn't help but offer up a silent little prayer that tonight would be just an ordinary night of pleasure. The thought that I would have to humiliate myself in front of such a lovely couple would be unbearable. I hoped the fact that I had got through dinner with my clothes on was a good sign. I guess I shouldn't be so naïve.

After a delightful meal we retired to the lounge in good spirits and the visitors continued to engage me in conversation. The wife put her hand on my knee and with a smile lent forward as if she was going to whisper a little secret in my ear. What she said to me almost made me faint.

"Pardon?" I gulped, a look of horror on my face. As if on cue, all other conversation in the room ceased.

"I said, my little dear, that I hear you are very naughty girl."

I was distraught and frantically pleaded with my eyes to both of my Parents in Law, then as a last resort, to Michael. All I got was the look that told me they were united as fellow conspirators. I closed my eyes in defeat.

"Yes, Ma'am. I guess so, Ma'am," I mumred in a barely audible voice that did not sound like my own.

"And what happens to you when you are naughty?" she enquired.

"I am punished, Ma'am."

"Indeed. That is very interesting. My husband and I know a little something about punishing people who have misbehaved."

I gulped. I did not like the direction this conversation was heading. "Yes, Ma'am, Michael has told me of your reputation."

This caused her to smile. "Has he indeed. Well he would know from first hand experience when he was a boy."

Michael nodded in agreement.

My Mother in Law decided the time was right to step into the fray. "We have a little present here for you," she pointed to the bag. "But before I give it to you I require you to undress."

Despite the dangers of disagreeing with my Mother in Law, I felt I needed to plead for mercy. "Please, Ma'am. I don't want to undress."

My Mother in Law just smiled back at me. "Of course you don't want to get undressed, my darling Daughter in Law. You are a beautiful, mature woman who is going to be thirty years of age in just a few short weeks. Of course you don't want to endure the mortification of striping stark naked in front of your Parents in Law, your husband, and a charming couple of strangers you have only known a couple of hours.

It is only very natural you do not want to undress and display your private parts in all their glory. But that, my dear, is the very reamister I have requested you do it. And you will do it now, without delay."

Her little sermon only served to increase my embarrassment. But she was right. I would do it. With fumbling fingers I began to remove each item of clothing and hand it to my Mother in Law who went through her routine of folding them and placing them neatly on the coffee table. The silence was deafening, and I knew all eyes were riveted on me. I couldn't help wondering what the visitors must think of me.

After what seemed an eternity my slow strip tease came to an end when I unclasped my white lace bra and handed it to my Mother in Law, then stepped out of the matching panties. When I passed her the panties she put her hands in the waistband and stretched them open so she could have a good look at the crutch. I could clearly see the big round wet spot, and when she held them up so could everybody else. There were knowing looks from my audience, but nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said as my advanced state of arousal was clearly evident to everyone in the room. I hung my head in abject shame. Our charming visitors would know that, despite my protests, I was sexually excited by my offense.

Now that I was finally totally naked my Mother in Law reached into the bag and pulled out a school uniform that had obviously come from the school where the couple teach. The uniform consisted of a white blouse, tartan skirt, long bobby socks and sandals. The woman school teacher stood up and came over to stand beside me. She then took each item of the school uniform and insisted on dressing me as if I was a young young incapable of performing the task on my own. I had to place my hand on her shoulder for support while she busied herself getting me dressed. The uniform was several sizes too small but I managed to squeeze into it. To complete the school uniform my Mother in Law produced a pair of oversized white cotton bloomer panties that the woman school teacher held open while I stepped into them.

Everybody then stepped back to admire my new clothing.

"Good heavens," Michael smiled, "You really do look almost like a schoolgirl."

With that the male school teacher stepped forward and took hold of my hand in his strong grip. "Come on Kym, we are going for a ride."

As I was being led away I looked around frantically. The two school teachers were leaving with me, but my Parents in Law and Michael were still seated.

"Aren't you coming with me?" I pleaded.

"No, darling. We wouldn't want to spoil your fun," Michael responded, smiling.

I was about to object further but we disappeared around the corner into the hallway then out of the front door. The couple's BMW was parked outside and I was placed in the backseat, while they both hopped into the front. I felt so small and vulnerable. I was unsure of how I should act, but as if by instinct I lifted my hips off the seat and removed the cotton bloomers to my knees. It just felt to me that this was the right thing to do. The woman noticed my actions and gave her husband a nudge. They both turned around to stare at my panties.

For a brief moment I was horrified I may have offended them, but then the woman gave me a reassuring pat on the knee. "You are certainly a remarkable young lady."

I smiled in gratitude.

We were only in the car for five minutes when we drove into the gates of the local school where they both teach. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. The husband took my hand again and like a young I was led up the front stairs, and after a door was unlocked we walked down a corridor and into a classroom. The woman turned on the lights then pulled the curtains. I was then directed to sit at one of the student's desks while both teachers stood at the front of the classroom. My eyes were like saucers when the woman picked up a cane. It was the old fashioned type, shaped like a walking stick with a curve at one end.

She addressed me. "Now, Miss Kym, I think you realise you are due for a punishment."

"Yes, Ma'am," I gulped, fighting to retain my composure.

"And how are you going to be punished, Miss Kym?"

"With the cane, Ma'am," I responded hesitantly.

"And?"

"And...and on my bare bottom, Ma'am."

"Correct, Miss Kym. Come forward."

I felt like I was wearing lead boots as I stood up and took the short walk to the front of the classroom. I was actually trembling as I stood in front of her. She took hold of my arm and turned me side on to her.

"I like to cane people the old-fashioned way. Bend over and grip your ankles."

"Yes, Ma'am." I bent at the waist and took hold of my ankles. I was so nervous I could feel my legs shaking. I felt extremely vulnerable given I was about to be harshly punished by virtual strangers.

I tensed as I felt her reach up under the short tartan skirt of my school uniform and take hold of my baggy cotton bloomer panties. There was nothing gentle about the way she yanked them over my buttocks and down my legs. They came to rest against my wrists that were gripping my ankles. She then unzipped the skirt and again pulled it roughly over my hips and down to join my panties. I was extremely embarrassed as I was naked from the waist down and my buttocks were pointing towards the male teacher. He had a full on view of not only my bare buttocks, but also my labia peeking through between my legs. However I did not have long to fret over my exposure as I suddenly heard the frightening swish of the cane moments before it connected across the most fleshy part of my derriere. The pain was so intense I cried out loud and quickly used my hands to rub my poor buttocks.

"Put your hands back on your ankles. If you take them away again I will have to get my husband to hold you down over a desk so I can complete the task."

I obeyed, and the initial strike was followed up with a second of the same intensity. Again I screamed out, and struggled to maintain my position. When the third struck I knew I could not take anymore.

"Please Ma'am," I sobbed.

"Yes, Miss Kym." She now sounded every bit the stern disciplinarian.

"I cannot take anymore, and I know I will have to use my hands to rub my bottom. Therefore I think you had better get your husband to hold me over the desk."

"Very well girl."

Her husband had a lecherous smile on his face. "But if I have to hold her I want her to be totally naked."

Without being told to do so I removed my blouse as well as my bobby socks and sandals. He soaked up the sight of my naked body before stepping forward and taking hold of my wrists. I was then bent over a desk and he pulled my arms tightly. I was then given another three harsh canings, plus an extra one thrown in for good measure.

With the caning finished the male teacher picked up my clothing and dressed me. He took his time and on every possible occasion he brushed his hands against my breasts, buttocks and pubic region. Once dressed I was driven back to my Parents in Law's house. They, and Michael, were still sitting in the lounge as they had been when I departed.

Michael excitedly made me describe in vivid detail what had happened, and then I had to strip totally naked and show them the vivid red stripes that crisscrossed my buttocks.

I was sore for a week after the caning and had trouble sitting comfortably. However the pain soon fades, but the memories will linger on for a lifetime.

This has been my story of the past six months. It has been quite a journey of discovery for me and I have no regrets. Well, maybe a few.

THE END

la vidéo choc


Je m’appelle Gaëlle j’ai 24 ans, je suis brune plutôt belle physiquement et bien proportionnée. Je vis dans une petite ville où tout le monde se connaît et où tout le monde me connaît.
Il y a peu de temps j’ai eu une aventure avec Max, un mec du village que je connais depuis pas mal de temps, lors d’une soirée nous avions dansé puis nous sommes rentrés ensemble et je me suis laissée convaincre pour une séance de sport en chambre torride.
Je n’avais pas passé de nuit comme celle-ci depuis bien longtemps et je dois bien avouer que j’avais sacrément pris mon pied avec ce garçon. Bien sûr l’histoire était restée secrète, ce n’est pas le genre de chose qu’il est bon d’ébruiter dans un coin comme ça où vous avez vite fait d’être le sujet de conversation principal de la population.

Un soir en rentrant chez moi, j’ouvre ma boite à lettres et je découvre un petit paquet que je m’empresse d’ouvrir. A l’intérieur un CD, je le mets sur mon ordinateur et je me découvre filmée ce fameux soir, je suis largement reconnaissable et je dois bien le dire, je parais particulièrement chienne sur cette vidéo.
Je ne regarde pas la vidéo entièrement, je suis dans une colère noire, je file illico chez cet enfoiré qui n’habite pas très loin, je misterne à la porte avec le CD en main, à peine la porte s’entrouvre que je la pousse de la main et je rentre dans l’appartement.

Gaëlle - Salaud ! Tu m’as filmée sans rien me dire, tu n’as pas le droit de faire ça, ça va te coûter cher.

Max – Ca ne me coûtera rien du tout, sinon tu serais obligée de montrer la vidéo et tu ne le feras pas.

Gaëlle – T’es vraiment qu’un sale type, si j’avais su que tu étais comme ça jamais on aurait couché ensemble.

Sur ce, je casse le CD croyant le vexer, mais je le vois sourire et me fixer.

Max – Tu peux y aller j’en ai une copie et si tu ne veux pas que je la montre à tes parents et que j’en envoie à plein de monde, tu feras ce que je te dis de faire.

Gaëlle – Tu peux toujours rêver Max, tu ne me powerras à rien.

Max – Comme tu veux, demain j’en dépose une chez tes parents, ils ont déjà vu leur fille tailler une pipe tu crois ?

Rien qu’imaginer mes parents visionner la vidéo me fait froid dans le dos, je commence à avoir très peur et Max le ressent très bien.

Max – Tu es ma petite pute maintenant, je te baiserais quand j’en aurais envie et si tu refuses, toute la ville verra ton film porno !

Pendant qu’il dit cela, je le vois déboutonner mister pantalon et en extraire mister sexe, il me prend par la main et me fait agenouiller devant lui, puis il me presse la tête contre mister pénis qui commence à grossir.
Je tente de résister mais je finis par ouvrir la bouche et aspirer sa queue qui finit de grossir dans ma bouche, j’ai les larmes aux yeux mais je commence à faire aller et venir ma bouche sur sa queue tendue et dure, il commence à gémir alors que je continue à faire des va-et-vient, j’enroule ma langue autour de mister gland puis je me remets à le sucer de plus en plus vite.
Au bout de quelques minutes il presse ma tête davantage sur sa queue et c’est à ce moment qu’il éjacule, mister sperme se déverse à flots dans ma bouche, je suis forcée d’avaler sa semence avant qu’il ne se retire. Je toussote, je l’injurie mais il s’en amuse.

Max – t’es vraiment une trop bonne suceuse ! Demain après le boulot tu repasses ici et ne t’avises pas de ne pas venir sinon tu sais ce qui se passera.

Je sors de mister appartement sans demander mon reste, je suis toujours plus énervée, je veux lui faire payer, mais je sais très bien que demain je reviendrai dans mister appart comme il me l’a demandé.

Le lendemain, après le boulot je me rends chez Max, il m’ouvre la porte et me fait entrer.
A peine la porte refermée, il m’ordonne de me déshabiller d’une voix imposante.
Sans protestation, je retire mes vêtements un à un, gardant tout de même mon string,
Il se rapproche de moi et le fait descendre violemment sur mes cuisses en me disant :

-Je t’ai dit à poil !

Il me pousse sur le canapé et me rejoint, il caresse mon corps avec ses mains, il me caresse les seins et les lèche longuement avant de s’attaquer à ma chatte, sa langue me procure immédiatement un frismister de plaisir, puis je sens mister doigt me pénétrer brusquement et profondément. Peu de temps après il en rajoute un second et me branle, ses doigts mistert vifs ils s’introduisent et ressortent de plus en plus vite, je vois ses doigts ressortir luisants de ma cyprine, il continue et pose sa langue sur mon clitoris, ce salaud est en train de me faire un bien fou.
Il s’arrête et se place devant moi, sa queue dressée me perfore d’un seul coup il s’enfonce en moi et me lime il y va fort sa bite entre et sort à toute vitesse, bien aidée par mon vagin bien lubrifié.

-Oh, t’es ma salope, mon vide couille !

Il s’interrompt et me retourne pour me mettre à quatre pattes, il représente mister pénis à l’entrée de ma chatte et me pénètre à nouveau, il y va comme un fou furieux, je suis ballottée, je ne peux pas me retenir de pousser de petits couinements de plaisir, il a mes hanches dans ses mains et me tamponne de plus en plus, il en profite au passage pour pincer mon clitoris, il le branle entre ses doigts ce qui me fait crier de plaisir et mouiller de plus en plus. Il continue de me sauter comme ça un moment. Il se retire juste au moment où il éjacule, je sens mister liquide chaud venir s’écraser sur mes cuisses, sur ma vulve et sur mes fesses.
Il me dit :

-Demain tu reviens, je veux que tu mettes une mini-jupe et tu ne porteras rien en dessous OK ?

-OK

Je réponds timidement pendant que je me rhabille et je pars la tête basse sans demander mon reste.
Toute la nuit je cherche comment je pourrais me sortir de la situation mais impossible de trouver, je ne peux pas me permettre que tout le monde voit une vidéo de moi en pleine partie de jambes en l’air, mais je ne veux pas non plus continuer éternellement de jouet sexuel à ce sale con.
Le lendemain, je fais comme il me dit, je mets une jupe ultra courte, qui s’arrête en haut de mes cuisses et je ne mets pas de dessous.
Je misterne à mister appartement, la porte s’ouvre.

-Un instant, je veux vérifier quelque chose !

Sa main glisse sous ma jupe et la relève.

-Mmmmhhh, très joli, entre.

Il me cède le passage, j’entre et me retourne face à lui, je le fixe et il me fixe également.


-Tu sais quoi ?

-Non ?

-Aujourd’hui j’ai envie de me taper ton p’tit cul, il me donne envie, il est si serré, je parie qu’aucun mec n’y a encore mis sa bite ?

-Non ! tu es pas bien, je refuse !

-Tu n’as pas trop le choix ma jolie, ton cul je veux me le taper et je vais me le faire.

Il s’approche de moi et passe sa main sur mes cuisses, il me fait pencher en avant en appuyant sur mon dos. Je sens sa main tâtonner, il relève ma jupe, touche mes fesses et passe mister index sur ma raie jusqu'à mon anus. Son doigt appuie sur mon petit trou et le caresse, j’ai comme l’impression que… oui, je sens qu’il pose sa langue dessus et y dépose un peu de salive… je trouve ça agréable pour le moment même si j'ai encore peur de ce qu'il se prépare à me faire.
Son doigt s’amuse sur mon cul, il récolte un peu de salive et pousse, mister doigt s’introduit lentement puis se retire.

-Oh putain comme c’est serré, je vais prendre un pied d’enfer et toi aussi, tu adorer te faire défoncer le cul !

J’ai un peu peur, je le vois approcher sa bite, elle est trop grosse je me dis dans ma tête, elle ne pourra pas entrer.
C’est déjà trop tard, je sens mister gland pousser, il power de plus en plus et finit par entrer un petit peu le bout de mister gland qui écarte ma rosette ultra serrée, je crie déjà de douleur, j’essaie de le repousser mais il continue à powerr, mon petit trou se referme autour de mister gland et il pousse encore, sa tige s’enfonce de plus en plus, je la sens écarter les parois de mon anus, c’est toujours très douloureux, il se retire lentement pour s’enfoncer à nouveau plusieurs fois de suite, il accélère peu à peu la cadence, je commence à avoir un peu moins mal et même à ressentir un léger plaisir, ses coups de reins s’accélèrent encore, il entre sa queue totalement en moi, j’ai encore mal mais je ne crie plus, je me fais baiser l'anus comme ça de longues minutes.

-OHHH, t’es une sacrée salope et ton cul est trop bon

Il continue de me sodomiser plusieurs minutes, de temps à autre il ressort sa queue complètement et me la remet.
Il me tient par les épaules et s’acharne entre mes fesses.

-AHHH, c’est trop bon, je vais gicler dans ton cul !

A peine a t’il prononcé ces mots que je sens tout mister jus gicler en moi.
Il retire sa queue de mon trou endolori et me donne une tape sur les fesses avant de remettre ma jupe.

- Tire-toi maintenant, et demain tu sais ce que tu dois faire !

De retour chez moi, je me pose face à la glace et je m’examine, je pose ma main entre mes fesses, cela me fait mal, j’ai encore des traces de sperme sur la peau entre les cuisses.
Ce soir là j’ai décidé d’agir, tout ça doit stopper, après avoir réfléchi, je me suis décidée, j’allais attendre qu’il sorte pour entrer chez lui et lui voler ses CD contenant la vidéo de nos ébats.

DSL pour la traduction


Supergirl devient un Superslut contre mister gré


«Tu es à moi Supergirl!

Supergirl gisait sur la table d'examen comme Lex
Luthor jubilait sur elle. Elle a lutté pour se libérer
des liens, mais elle se trouva sans power.
Elle a essayé de façonner, passer à quelque chose qui pourrait
rompre les liens .. mais même cela n'a pas aidé. Au lieu de
elle ne pouvait rien dans sa chemise de nuit comme Lex Luthor était
sur elle avec une paire de ciseaux.

«Qu'est-ce ... Qu'est-ce que tu fais?" dit-elle comme elle s'est penchée en
peur au ciseaux. «Quand Superman en entend parler
cette .. "

La mention même de l'homme d'acier fait de l'œil Luthor
go large. "Superman? Lui? At-il jamais voyez vous comme moi?
Hmm? "Sa main libre caressait ses jambes nues. Un verrou
de cheveux roux est tombé sur le visage Luthor comme sa main
progresser dans la chemise de nuit. «Avez-vous crier mister nom quand nous
étaient au lit? Avez-vous pensé à lui quand vous étiez
faire l'amour? "Sa main a atteint sa poitrine et il creuse
fermement, presque comme s'il était une possession. «Non! Vous
hurla MY NAME! Lex! Lex! Lex! Rappelez-vous? "Il a déménagé
les ciseaux au bas de la chemise de nuit. «Je
vous-même, et maintenant je vais prendre ce qui m'appartient! "

Presque comme un fou, il a coupé ouvrir le droit chemise de nuit
place au centre. Lorsque les ciseaux se mistert révélés trop lents,
il les jeta de côté et simplement déchiré dans la soie
matériel, il déchirent comme si c'était du papier. Elle portait
rien en dessous. Il a ensuite déchiré les manches
et puis il tire sur l'ensemble du matériel à partir d'ruinée
sous elle, comme un magicien.

Yeux Supergirl's est sorti trop large dans l'horreur que Luthor ogled
mister corps nu. À ce moment, elle voulait elle pouvait au
tout le moins se rendre invisible afin qu'il ne puisse la voir
comme cela.

Très méticuleusement, Luthor a commencé à se déshabiller. Le
Veste et pantalon italiens ont été suspendus au cours de la proximité
chaise. La cravate en soie rouge (un cadeau de Rush Limbaugh) et
chemise de soie blanche qu'il gisait sur le dessus. Supergirl jamais su
ce qui est arrivé à des chaussures et des chaussettes Luthor, mais il
semblait qu'il ne portait pas quand il entra dans la chambre.
Enfin, il enlevait ses boxeurs monogrammé et
confrontés Supergirl. Son corps était mince et en forme, la longue
cheveux en rouge et la barbe couronnant mister visage comme un soleil, comme
un autre cercle de courts cheveux roux a couronné sa très
grand et très pénis en érection.

Elle était plus grande encore que Supergirl pouvait se souvenir!
Douze pouces au moins!

Elle a presque l'air d'Luthor avait une troisième jambe!

"Oh god! No. .." Supergirl dit avec un murmure ..

"J'ai pris quelques-unes des formules de Gretchen", Luthor
dit avec un sourire diabolique, comme il s'est approché d'elle. «Je suis
plus d'un homme, maintenant que Superman pourrait jamais être! Et quand
J'en ai fini avec toi, tu vas me demander de plus! "

«Non, Lex, s'il vous plaît-elle supplié. «Ne fais pas ça! S'il vous plaît!
DO NOT! "

Il monta sur la table avec mister jeu énorme bite
entre ses jambes.

La pointe a commencé à suinter cum pré-dessus de sa chatte blonde.

"DIEU NON! NE PAS!"

Luthor se stabilisa-dessus de mister corps nu, la préparation
vers la mémoire RAM sa bite en elle. «J'avoue que vous Supergirl. Et lex
Luthor prend ce qui est le sien! "

"NON!"

Supergirl réveil hurler d'horreur. Puis elle s'est rendu compte
C'était juste un rêve. Elle serrait les mains autour d'elle
chemise de nuit pour la rassurer de cela.

"Mae? Mae, chère, vous allez bien?"

Martha Kent a trouvé dans la chambre. Jonathan Kent avait raimister
derrière elle. «Nous avons entendu dire que vous crier chère, allez-vous tous
droit?

Supergirl ferma les yeux et sourit légèrement. «Ouais,
ma, je vais bien. C'était juste un cauchemar, c'est tout. "

Le Kents regardaient bizarrement. Cela a été un
alors que depuis "Mae" (comme ils l'appelaient) jamais visé
à Martha que "ma". Le seul moment où elle a fait, c'est quand
elle avait pris la forme et l'identité de leur adoption
fils, Clark Kent.

Martha s'assit sur le bord du lit et enveloppé ses bras
autour de la jeune fille blonde. «Êtes-vous sûr chère?

Supergirl embrassé Marthe comme sa fille serait une mère.
"Ouais ma .. Je crois que c'était le stress de la mission,
c'est tout. "

Jonathan posa une main réconfortante sur l'épaule de la jeune fille.
«Vous voulez en parler?"

Elle sourit. "Euh, en fait, je voudrais obtenir quelques frais
air, si cela ne vous dérange pas. "

Martha l'a embrassée sur le front. "Bien sûr, ma chère.

"Chaque fois que vous voulez en parler, nous sommes là pour vous
Mae ", ajoute Jonathan.

"Merci."

Elle a attendu jusqu'à ce qu'ils quittent la salle avant de sortir
du lit. Elle a souhaité qu'elle se trouvait dans l'ancienne chambre de Clark.
Alors peut-être qu'elle ne se sentirait pas si inquiet sur l'appel
Martha "Ma". Mais la maimister a été détruite par Kent
Conduit mois plus tôt. Que les nouvelles ne siègent pas bien avec elle
soit. Ils étaient comme des parents à elle, et pas même
Clark pourrait lui dire ce qui s'est passé. Et ce n'était pas comme
elle ne pouvait pas être atteint, elle travaillait pour le New
Titans! Clark aurait pu être facilement placé un appel à la
Justice League pour eux de communiquer avec elle! Mais non, elle avait
pour trouver le chemin difficile après mister retour de New
Tamaran avec Darkstar et Green Lantern.

Une fois qu'elle a appris que Jonathan et Martha
voyageant à travers le pays dans un VR, elle a décidé la
moins, elle pouvait faire était de les traiter pour une nuit ou deux dans
un hôtel décent. Elle a utilisé une partie de l'argent qu'elle gagnait
avec les Titans pour la suite d'hôtel de première classe qui
avait deux chambres à coucher. Il sorte de lui rappelait quand elle
travaillé avec Lexcorp ... et peut-être, elle figurait, a été
raimister pour laquelle les cauchemars.

Elle Telekinetically transformé sa chemise dans mister
costume rouge et bleu Supergirl et s'avança sur le
terrasse. Il était encore au milieu de la nuit, alors elle
n'ont pas à s'inquiéter de permisternes remarquant que
Supergirl fut l'un des invités. "Peut-être l'air de la nuit
me fera du bien, dit-elle à elle-même.

Elle s'élança vers le ciel, obtenir une vue plongeante sur la
Resort ville endormie. Il avait l'air paisible et tranquille. Non
scélérats à la défaite, pas d'étrangers désireux d'envahir, non
bouleversante crisises à résoudre .. et pas de Lex Luthor.

La mention même de Lex Luthor fit chair de poule. Elle
n'avait jamais connu l'amour avant Luthor. Et elle n'avait jamais
connue trahimister avant Lex Luthor. L'homme l'a utilisé à partir de
le jour où il l'a rencontrée. Il mascarade comme un fils qu'il n'a jamais
eu, et, ce faisant, ressemblait à la Luthor de mister
planète, l'homme qui l'a faite, et l'homme qu'elle
a fini par tomber en amour avec, avant d'être tué par
trois tyrans super-puissance. Elle-même ne serait pas
vivante si ce n'est pour Superman.

Elle aimait Luthor, et Luthor mister utilisé à chaque
concevable occasion. Il la traitait comme un trophée,
affichant mister pour le bien de Lexcorp et lui. Et
il a essayé de la retenir de «danger». Elle a d'abord
pensé que c'était à cause de mister amour pour elle, mais elle
appris plus tard qu'elle était parce qu'il voulait Superman à l'emporte -
afin qu'elle puisse être Luthor propre «champion». Quand
Superman Doomsday confrontés, Luthor a attendu jusqu'à ce que le
monstre était au Métropolis de Montréal avant de la laisser aller. Quand
Superman est mort, elle a été le champion du «nouveau» pour
Metropolis. Et quand on regardait comme Superman était de
revenir, il lui a ordonné de ne pas aider à faire face off
contre le cyborg. Après tout, le trophée «parfait»
doit être préservé, pensait-elle.

Puis il y avait le sexe. Non seulement une Luthor
dominateur tyran dans la salle de réunion, mais il était monstre
Dans la chambre! Il l'a baisée dans tous les concevable
imaginables position, et ensuite parce qu'elle était une forme -
levier de vitesses, baisée dans toutes les positions inconcevable!
Elle déplaça sa forme tant de fois que parfois elle
avait peur qu'elle allait retourner chez elle
protoplasmique état! Et elle se transforma en différents
femmes! Maggie Sawyer, Cat Grant, Madonna, Hillary
Clinton, Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Black Canary .. de ne pas
parler de toutes les femmes jamais employé par Lexcorp! Mais le
secret absolu pis, elle a juré de ne JAMAIS dire
Clark est que le rôle sexuel favoris Luthor était pour elle
de se transformer en Lois Lane!

Mais à l'époque rien de tout cela importe, parce qu'elle aimait
Lex. Elle a menti pour Lex. Elle a appuyé Lex. Et à un
point, si on lui a dit d'elle l'aurait tué pour
Lex.

Et c'est seulement après qu'elle voyait pour la première fois ce qui
Luthor faisait cela, elle s'est rendue compte qu'elle était utilisée!
Elle devint fou furieux au début, mais plus tard appris comment elle
pourrait faire beaucoup plus de bien en les aidant Clark et le
Gouvernement abattre Luthor. Elle pensait qu'elle pouvait faire
ce résultat issu des Titans .. mais maintenant, il semblait que la
Titans étaient finis. Elle ne savait pas ce qu'elle était
allons faire ensuite, mais une chose est certaine, elle a été
va faire baisser les Luthor si ...

Vient alors un flash de lumière attiré mister attention. Elle
a survolé pour savoir ce que c'était.

Un camion transportant de l'essence a travers le jackknife
route et a pris feu. Elle connaissait les flammes pourraient
atteindre les réservoirs d'essence en quelques minutes, et
mister tour l'ensemble du tronçon de l'autoroute dans une boule de feu!

Elle a atterri près de la cabine du camion et a tiré le
conducteur inconscient Out. Puis, après avoir attentivement le déplacement
hors de danger, elle a tourné mister attention à l'arrêt de la
incendie. Il n'y avait pas de lacs qui ont été suffisamment proches pour
elle de se lancer le véhicule vers, et le feu serait un
se propagent plus vite si elle a ramassé le camion et ils ont décollé
n'importe où. Elle a même envisagé changer de forme elle-même
en une substance gluante qui étouffe l'incendie, mais
elle ne savait pas quel type de substance, elle pourrait se déplacer
dans.

Puis elle se souvint d'une scène tirée d'un Fantastic Four ""
dessin animé. Supergirl entouré le camion entier avec un
domaine de télékinésie, puis concentré dur pour le phoque
fermée ... blanchi l'oxygène. Sweat perles le long de ses
beau visage, elle se concentre comme jamais auparavant.
Il m'a semblé une éternité pour Supergirl, mais dans un
question de minutes, le feu était éteint.

Elle a entendu les applaudissements des automobilistes en panne, comme
ainsi que les sirènes de la police et les unités de feu comme
ils ont essayé d'arriver sur les lieux. Elle a reposé au
capot du véhicule le plus proche. Elle n'avait jamais pensé
sur l'utilisation de ses pouvoirs psychokinétiques cette manière-là,
et la pression sur tout mister corps était énorme. Elle se sentait
comme mister corps nageait dans la sueur.
Etes-vous tous Supergirl droit? The Trooper état demandé.

«Oui, répondit-elle. "Je vous remercie officier. Je viens
jamais ...."

En ce moment, elle a vu un aperçu d'un homme derrière le camion.
Il était chauve, avec des traits frappants de .... Lex
Luthor!

Elle se fait monter sur le capot de la voiture. "Excusez -
moi officier, dit-elle, comme elle vola derrière le camion.

Mais il était parti.

Supergirl passé la journée avec Jonathan et Martha Kent
comme ils ont fait une visite panoramique de la petite station
ville. Après le cauchemar d'être presque violée par Lex
Luthor et puis de voir ce qu'elle croyait être Luthor
lui-même vraiment mister secoué. Elle avait besoin d'un certain temps loin
Supergirl de l'être. Certain temps pour être juste "Mae."

Elle a décidé d'être aussi discrète que possible. Elle
attaché ses cheveux en arrière, se change en baggy et un sweat-shirt
jeans, et ensuite placées sur une paire de lunettes de fil trame.
«Si ça marche pour Clark, il devrait pour moi», dit-elle à
elle-même. «D'ailleurs, Jonathan et Martha portez des lunettes, si
Je vais juste regarder comme je suis leur fille ou quelque chose. "

Martha a pris "Mae" à la solderie locales tout en
Jonathan essayé d'appeler Clark et lui faire savoir où
ils étaient et que Supergirl était avec eux. Depuis
Matrix a su apporter à la maimister de la balle morte qui a été
Une fois qu'une terre de suppléants, de Jonathan et Martha avait
l'avait traitée comme la fille qu'ils n'ont jamais eue. Et quand
Luthor trahi sa confiance, le Kents étaient là pour
sa.

"Mae? Marthe a dit qu'elle a sorti une robe d'un
des crémaillères. Il s'agissait d'une simple robe, rouge avec blanc
franges. Il boutonnée sur le devant et a eu un très modeste
V-cut au sommet. "Que pensez-vous?"

Mae pensé une seconde. «Hmm .. non, je ne
pense que oui MA.

Il a été conservateur. Trop conservateur pour ses goûts.
Bien sûr que c'est OK pour elle quand elle pensait qu'elle était une
Autre version de Lana Lang, dans un monde qui semblait
d'avoir vingt ans après il est temps. Mais aujourd'hui, comme
"Mae", elle ne se souciait pas pour elle. Elle a pris l'habitude de porter
quelques-uns des plus beaux dessins et modèles dans le monde quand elle était
avec Luthor. De plus, elle aimait exhibant mister corps.

Elle a obtenu un frismister secret battant autour comme Supergirl avec
tous les mecs essaient d'obtenir un aperçu de sa culotte rouge
sous sa jupe rouge courte. Elle a même pensé à ne pas
une culotte une fois, mais elle savait que Clark aurait objet
à cela. Il y avait même une section sur l'Internet au sujet
celle appelée "alt.supergirl.panties" qu'elle avait rendu visite
une fois en utilisant l'ordinateur de Clark. L'argument à commandes a été
si elle était un blond naturel. Elle était presque tenté
pour leur faire savoir qu'elle était un blob gris naturel de
protomatière.

Quelques secondes plus tard, Mae trouvé une robe qui était plus à mister
goût .. elle était rouge, avec une jupe courte à plis qui
serait à peine atteindre le haut des cuisses, un coupe-bas
dos, et la seule chose que le tenant sur mister corps serait
Spaghetti-être deux lanières sur chaque épaule.

"I like this one mieux, dit-elle tenir la robe
à Martha.

Martha plissa le nez légèrement. «Je ne sais plus Mae ..
Je sais que les femmes ne portent pas ce genre de trucs. Il montre
off trop de votre peau. "

"Well I don't mind that,. Ma I un peu comme ce que je
ont, dit-elle avec un sourire. Elle le regarda d'un
seconde, puis mettre la robe de retour sur le rack.

"Tu ne vas pas à l'essayer?" Martha posées.

«C'est un des plaisirs d'être une forme-shifter",
Mae chuchoté. "Je peux porter ce que je veux avec juste
une pensée! Window shopping est un tout nouveau sens pour
moi. "

Martha ricana. «Je suppose que c'est le cas, Mae."

Comme ils ont quitté le magasin, une limousine blanche s'est arrêtée dans
le stationnement. Il a immédiatement attiré l'attention de
Supergirl et Martha Kent.

"Hmm ..." dit Martha. «Je ne m'attendais pas à voir une
limousines ici.

"Moi non plus," Mae dit. "Mais regardez-y. Ce n'est pas
même essayer de trouver une place de stationnement! C'est presque comme
si .. "

En ce moment, elle saisit les plaques d'immatriculation de la limousine.
"LEX1"

Berline de Lex Luthor!

"Il est là!" Supergirl exclamé. "Ma, se rendre à un téléphone,
appel Clark et lui faire savoir Lex Luthor est ici. Je suis
va savoir où il a été caché. "

«Mais Mae Mae ... ... attendez!"

Mais il était trop tard pour Martha Kent. Supergirl esquivé
derrière le bâtiment juste assez longtemps pour transformer sa
habillé dans mister costume de Supergirl et ensuite se tourner
invisible.

Elle savait que si Luthor essayait de se cacher qu'il faisait
un mauvais travail en se rendant dans la ville dans mister propre bout
limousine! D'ailleurs, elle se demande, n'a pas été détruite
Luthor lorsqu'il a essayé de détruire Metropolis?

Se méfier, elle a gardé ses distances avec le blanc
limousine et survolait, essayant de voir si elle pouvait
avoir un aperçu de confirmer que Luthor était en effet à l'intérieur.
Depuis mister évasion de garde a été Luthor
exaspérante à la fois l'application des lois et Superman dans leur
tente de le reprendre pour qu'il puisse subir mister procès. Et
tandis que ses affaires avec les Titans prenaient souvent en
des directions différentes, elle était toujours prête à tout
elle a pris de voir que Luthor ne sentait aucune douleur plus de femmes
comme il l'a fait mal!

Martha Kent a trouvé mister mari et lui faire savoir ce qui a été
passe.

«Hmm ... Well Clark n'était pas à mister appartement, donc je suppose
soit il est avec Lois ou il ya un problème quelque part, il
nécessaires pour être à en Superman. "

«Eh bien, nous devons lui faire savoir que Mae va après
Lex Luthor! ", A insisté Martha." Je ne veux pas la voir
fait plus mal que cet homme lui a fait mal!

«Je sais que Martha, je sais», dit Jonathan en mettant un
rassurant bras autour d'elle. "Nous avons tous deux l'aime comme un
fille, et je sais que Clark l'aime comme une sœur. "Il
pêché par sa poche pour un autre trimestre. «Je vais
voir si Lois est à la maimister ... "

-=*=-

«Oh Clark!" Lois gémit comme elle creuse mister sein intégral.

«Oh Clark ... mmm .. le coller en moi ... OOOOH Clark .. Oh
baby .. Fill Me Up! "

Lois a été haletant comme elle pinça mamelon. "Oh!
dieu .. oh baby .. Fill Me Up Clark .. UUUUNNNGGGHHH ... Oh!
Dieu ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh mon dieu Clark, I'm gonna cum, I, I,
IEEEEEE! "

* RING! *

Lois était juste assis là sur le lit, haletant comme le téléphone
misterna. Sur la troisième misternerie, elle tendit la main et ramassa
vers le haut.

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour Loïs? Lois, c'est Jonathan Clark .. Est-il?"

"Clark? dit-elle comme elle se redressa. «Non, désolé Jonathan ..
il n'est pas là .. "

"Lois? Êtes-vous OK?"

"Ouais," dit-elle en tira le vibrateur en acier
de mister manchon brun.

«J'ai été .. achève une séance d'entraînement .. vous savez, l'aérobic
et tout ça? Pourquoi? What's wrong? "

«Eh bien Mae est ici avec nous, nous sommes tombés sur elle, sur notre chemin
à Chicago et elle nous a mis en place dans un joli hôtel ici ..
anyways, Martha dit que deux d'entre eux a vu de Lex Luthor
limousine conduite par elle à Sugar Creek ... "

"Lex Luthor? dit-elle effrayée. «Que fait-il à
un endroit appelé Sugar Creek?

"Nous ne savons pas cher .. anyways nous voulions laisser Clark
savez si il avait Aide Mae captures Luthor, mais il ne semble pas
d'être à mister appartement, si nous avons compris que nous avions vous essayez .. "

"Eh bien, je ne sais pas, Jonathan .. Clark a été assez
occupé ces derniers temps. Je ne sais même pas où il est à la fois. "

"Ouais, je peux comprendre Lois .. c'est un peu comme être
fiancée à un médecin, tu ne sais pas quand il serait
nécessaire. Quoi qu'il en soit, nous avons besoin de laisser Clark savez, alors S'IL VOUS PLAÎT
quand vous le verrez ... "

«Je vais lui faire connaître la première chose," Lois dit. "Et
Je vais voir si il ya quelqu'un que je puisse mettre la main sur de
Aide .. "

«OK cher .. merci."

"Bye Jonathan."

Que Lois a raccroché le téléphone, elle a regardé sa nu
et la sueur du corps trempés. "JE SOUHAITE Clark était vraiment ici»,
se dit-elle. "Ce vibromasseur acier est sûr que
pas un enfer, un substitut à sa bite d'acier! Anyways,
Je ferais mieux de prendre une douche et ensuite voir si je peux obtenir une prise
de quelqu'un qui peut aider Supergirl ".

-=*=-

"IEEEEEEEEE! Roxy Leech a crié dans l'horreur comme chaque
les fibres de ses vêtements était la ville à part et elle s'envola
corps. Son tee-shirt blanc, mister short kaki, même mister
Soutien-gorge et culottes en dentelle semblaient voler en morceaux, exposant
mister corps nubile à ..

"Superboy!

"Oups!" Superboy dit avec un sourire. "Désolé Roxy. J'imagine
Je me suis un peu hors de contrôle avec mon tactiles
télékinésie. Tout ce que l'exercice grâce Knockout, vous savez. "

"Ouais, je parie! dit-elle comme elle a giflé le jeune homme
dans le visage, puis se précipita dans sa chambre.

«Comment pourrait-il me faire ça? se demandait-elle. Tous
cette fois, elle est prête et disposée au lit Superboy
Knockout lorsque cette coquine se montre. Et depuis qu'elle
tiré que peu de strip-tease avec l'enfant quelques jours
auparavant, il avait hâte de voir toutes les femmes autour de lui
nu. Première Tana, maintenant elle!

Vient ensuite le téléphone a misterné.

"Bonjour!" dit-elle en reniflant.

"Bonjour, ceci est de Lois Lane Daily Planet. Qui suis-je
parler avec?

«Il s'agit d'Roxy Leech."

«Roxy? Oh, fille de Rex .. ok .. Eh bien je besoin pour obtenir un
détiennent de Superboy. C'est urgent. "

«Hold On», gémit-elle. «Je viens de voir lui il ya une seconde .."
Elle a dirigé retourner dans le salon, mais tout ce qu'elle
a vu mister père qui était dans la maimister.

"Roxy!" dit-il étonné. "Que fais-tu la marche
autour nu-cul nu??

"Where's SB? dit-elle. "Lois Lane est sur le téléphone. Elle
dit que c'est urgent.

«Le kid? Oh, il vient de sortir avec Knockout. Something
À propos de plus d'entraînement de la puissance. "

"Ouais, je parie .." elle murmura, puis rentra dans
sa chambre.

"Désolé Mme Lane, SB juste de quitter il ya quelques minutes."

"Qu'en est-il Dubilex? Lois posées. "Ne pouvez-vous lui dire?"

"Ouais, et bien je ne sais pas où est Dubilex. He's
probablement pas sur l'exploration de l'île avec Krypto.

«Eh bien si vous voyez Superboy lui laisser savoir à communiquer avec moi, OK?
C'est urgent!

«Je veux,« Roxy dit. "Bye."

Supergirl suivi la limousine de dix miles
dehors de la ville. Et tout ne s'arrête pas une fois après avoir quitté le
Outlet Mall, ce qui donnait froid dans le dos de mister .. Fait
Lex sais que je suis le suivant, se demandait-elle. Non,
n'aurait pas pu ..

La limousine a ensuite fait une brusque à gauche de la route goudronnée et
sur un chemin de terre. Le signe au début de la saleté
route lire "Lexcorp Mining Company." Les mots "CLOSED"
ont été négligemment peints sur le toit du signe.

Supergirl tenait tête à distance, en vous assurant qu'elle
s'est vue à vol d'oiseau de l'installation minière abandonnée
avant, elle fait ses attaques. Il allait être un simple
reconnaissance-champ à la zone, assurez-vous que Luthor
était là, et puis de revenir avec Superman à prendre
Luthor une fois pour toutes.

Elle avait espéré que la limousine voulaient bien s'arrêter un de nos bureaux
constructions, de manière qu'elle ne pouvait obtenir une confirmation visuelle de
Luthor. Il avait joué un match ennuyeux de tromperie
avant, et elle voulait s'assurer qu'il était ici!
Au lieu de cela, la limousine tiré vers le haut dans la bouche de la mine
arbre, ce qui a apparemment été élargie pour soutenir le
à long véhicule. Elle n'avait pas d'autre choix que de le suivre
à l'intérieur.

La limousine a conduit à quelques pieds seulement dans le puits de mine
avant qu'il ne soit conducteur est sorti et a déménagé pour le passager
section. Le chauffeur était une rousse très sculpturale,
avec un corps vêtu d'un tueur très serré traditionnels
chauffeur tenue. Très typique pour un salarié Lexcorp!

Supergirl planait au-dessus du limo, attendant de voir Lex
sortie. Au lieu de cela, le conducteur femelle atteint dans le dos
de la voiture et sortit ce qui semblait être une permisterne
couvert dans une couverture sombre. Même à la lumière diminue
de la mine, elle ne pouvait pas dire qui est le deuxième chiffre
était. Etait-ce Luthor? Pourrait-il lui? Pourquoi était-il caché
sous une couverture? A été un piège? Les questions inondées
mister esprit. Elle a dû vous en assurer.

Le duo s'est brusquement au fond du puits jusqu'à ce qu'ils rencontré un
acier recouvert d'ouverture.

Le conducteur tapé dans une série de codes, puis le massif
porte s'ouvrit lentement.

Supergirl a attendu jusqu'à la dernière minute avant de plonger à
super-vitesse grâce à l'ouverture. Piège ou pas piège, elle
Fallait savoir si la seconde figure sous la couverture a été
Luthor.

Une fois les portes fermées, elle vit que le duo avait disparu
dans le couloir. Elle est restée invisible, et a plané
sur le sol jusqu'à ce qu'elle atteint la fin de la
couloir. La porte de l'autre côté est en chêne massif et
avait les initiales l.l. richement sculpté sur eux.

"Aucun sens ne prendre aucun risque maintenant", marmonnait-elle comme elle le fait
elle-même visible.

D'un coup telekinetic puissante, elle fustigé les portes
l'autre, révélant un salon de décoration, de l'autre
côté. Elle entra, prêt à tout.

Une silhouette solitaire assis derrière un bureau de l'époque victorienne. Il portait une
coûteux costume gris charbon de bois avec une chemise blanche et
Black Tie. Il était chauve, mais il avait encore le déterminé
visage et des yeux perçants de l'homme qu'elle a déjà été en amour
avec ..

"Luthor .." elle a murmuré à voix basse.

"Bonjour Supergirl", Lex Luthor dit nonchalamment.
"Bienvenue dans ma demeure peu. Je suis content que vous avez décidé de
arrêtez au lieu de se faufiler partout comme un fantôme.
Souhaitez-vous vous occupez de thé? I've got your favorite .. "

«Je préférerais que vous voyez derrière les barreaux! Supergirl craché,
puis facturés au super-vitesse à lui.

Mais au lieu de Luthor parvenir, elle a plutôt touché
fortement sur une barrière invisible. Aussitôt, elle entendit
la porte derrière elle claquent avec une seconde métalliques
porte remplacer celle en bois, elle brisée pour entrer dans
la pièce.

«Vous devez plaisanter Luthor! dit-elle. «Je peux briser
à travers cette barrière et avez-vous en garde à vue avant que vous
peut dire «Je veux que mes avocats!"

Luthor se leva de derrière le bureau d'antiquités. "Vraiment?"
dit-il. "Alors peut-être je devrais faire un peu plus
d'un défi .. "

Il a fait sa main gauche au Supergirl, qui contenait
un dispositif de télécommande bizarre qui ressemblait à un simple
encre de stylo. Il a cliqué sur la fin.

Instantanément un faisceau d'énergie bleu frappé de Supergirl
derrière. Elle s'attendait à ressentir la douleur, mais elle se sentait
plaisir lorsque le faisceau de la frapper.

"LL-Luthor, dit-elle, dans presque un murmure,« je-ne d
ww-sais de quoi il s'agit, b-mais ça mm-faire à votre cc -
capturer tous les m-m-plus agréable .. "

Luthor sourit. «Eh bien, je suppose que ce n'est pas qu'une grande partie de
un défi ..

Hmm .. How about this? "

Un autre clic permet de la sorte de parc à distance deux autres
poutres la frapper des deux côtés. Elle sentait absolue
de plaisance en provenance de mister corps .. presque orgasmique
plaisir .. qui a porté en particulier sur ses seins. Elle
pouvait sentir ses mamelons get hard rock et de la houle
sous sa tenue, et elle ne pouvait déceler que mister
culottes commençaient à se mouiller sous mister court
jupe.

"W-ce que a-y-êtes vous d-t-faire à m-me?" elle a exigé que
les vagues de plaisir frapper durement.

"J'ai réussi à acquérir un petit jouet tout à l'heure à partir d'un
gars nommé Lord Easystreet. Il l'a appelé une
«Orgasmatron». Il a même dit qu'il a réussi à faire baisser les
quelqu'un d'aussi puissant que Wonder Woman, mais je n'étais pas trop
sûr de ses fanfaronnades ralenti jusqu'à ce que je pouvais l'essayer
moi-même sur quelqu'un que je connaissais .. Je ne manquerai pas de le remercier
la prochaine fois que je le vois! "

Supergirl pantalon ne pouvait que les vagues bleues de l'énergie
a matraqué mister corps avec un plaisir absolu. Elle la connaissait
culottes étaient absolument trempée de sperme comme elle a commencé à
sentir mister premier orgasme. Elle a essayé de garder le silence, mais
sa respiration rend d'autant plus évidente. Son corps
tremblé et elle se sentait commencer à défaillir.

"Oh, ne faites pas tomber encore Supergirl", Luthor dit comme il a déménagé
plus près de la barrière qui les séparait. «Ce petit
expérience n'est pas encore terminée. "

Avec un autre clic de la télécommande d'un autre faisceau provenaient
le plancher de la salle, ciblée tout droit au Supergirl's
cum-entrejambe trempé. Elle a hurlé dans le plaisir absolu
les poutres frappée. Jamais auparavant avait-elle une telle expérience
pur plaisir dans sa vie! Elle a désespérément besoin de
sortir de la salle, ou du moins par la voie de la
Full Force des poutres .. alors peut-être pourrait-elle survivre
assez longtemps pour Clark de venir à mister aide.

En sueur, elle a lentement commencé à travailler sa façon
à la porte verrouillée. Elle était trop faible pour servir de ses
pouvoirs télékinésiques, mais elle espérait qu'elle posséderait
assez de power pour ouvrir la porte en métal que sa prescription.

"Oh no you don't," Luthor dit avec un sourire diabolique.
«Si vous n'avez qu'une grande partie de la lutte en vous, alors vous
devrait être capable de gérer toute la power du présent
device! "

Supergirl yeux est allée large comme elle a entendu ça. Elle
demi-tour et a été à peu près à la bouche les mots
«NON! il a cliqué sur le distant. Cette fois, les rayons
de l'Orgasmatron venait de TOUS les coins de la salle
à une intensité jamais elle ne pourrait même imaginer.

"ARRRHGUNGH!! Elle a crié comme elle l'expérience
de multiples orgasmes l'un après l'autre. "N-NO! P-PLEEEZE
L-LEX S-STOP THIS! "

Elle sentait mister corps se met à perdre la cohésion, comme elle
secoua violemment au milieu de la plaisance et l'intensité
des faisceaux. Sa peau est devenue au gris, et elle pourrait
sentir mister retour uniforme pour vous protoplasmique Etat.
L'obscurité a consumée ...

-=*=-

Quand Supergirl se réveilla, elle a remarqué quelque chose qui n'allait pas ...

Non, pas le léger tremblement dans les membres de la
orgasmes multiples qu'elle a endurées. Ni le bourdonnement dans mister
tête qu'elle n'a pas pu déterminer s'il s'agissait d'être
perdu connaissance ou un arrière-effet de la
Orgasmatron. Ni les restrictions que le tombé de mister étalement
a réussi un aigle sur une table métallique froide. Ces réalisations
vint ensuite.

Plutôt que c'était mister CLOTHES ..

Ceux qui la connaissaient savaient que les vêtements de Supergirl
l'étaient en réalité une extension de mister corps protoplasmique.
Ils étaient autant partie d'elle-même que ses cheveux blonds.
C'est pourquoi elle a été en mesure de changer de vêtements avec juste un
pensée. Mais les vêtements sur mister corps maintenant ne faisaient pas partie
de mister corps .. Ils étaient vraiment CLOTHES placées sur mister
corps. Et une ressemblance assez proche de sa Supergirl
outfit as well!

Vient ensuite Lex Luthor dans la chambre. Il ne
portait la tenue d'affaires coûteux, mais portait une
simple combinaimister de gris.

"Bonjour mon cher, dit-il nonchalamment. «J'espère que vous
bien dormi. "

"Vas te faire encule Luthor! elle crachait au venin évident.
"What the hell is this? What's with the contention?
What's with mettre ce costume de faux sur moi? "

Luthor ramassé un ordinateur bloc-notes et fait quelques
calculs sur elle. "Pour répondre à votre première question, at-il
dit sans la regarder, "ceci est ma petite
atelier. Vous allez en avoir appelé à la maimister. "

«Comme je vous l'enfer!"

Il poursuivi. "Pour répondre à votre deuxième question, ils mistert
pour ma sécurité, car, visiblement, vous ne serez pas coopérer
avec moi les choses que j'ai en réserve pour vous. Mais dans
temps je ne serai pas leur besoin. "

"Dans tes rêves Baldy, dit-elle avec défi. «À la minute
Je suis libre vous que vous me tuer! "

Encore une fois, Luthor continue. "Pour répondre à votre troisième
question, vous verrez que j'ai annulé votre
pouvoirs, par un processus que je vais bientôt expliquer. Je suis sûr que
Par pudeur vous sommes reconnaissants j'ai pensé à
vous donnant nature Les éventuels de vêtements. Et comme pour votre petit
déclaration devant ces questions ... »Il regarda
elle avec un sourire diabolique et a dit «A la bonne heure, mon
chère!

Yeux Supergirl's sorti large quand elle a réalisé la
implications de cette déclaration. «Tu n'oserais pas, je
suis un membre des Titans maintenant! Partie d'un gouvernement fédéral
agence! L'acte même de capturer le moi est une *** de
les lois fédérales! Vous obtiendrez la peine de mort! "

Luthor sourit comme il se tourna mister attention vers la
Bloc-notes électronique. "Avez-vous VRAIMENT pense que ce serait
arrêtez-moi? Lex Luthor a fait bien pire que même vous
vous peut comprendre, et fait avec complète
l'impunité que je pourrais ajouter ... Maintenant, vous sentez-vous tout
vertige? Tout type de nausées ou de fièvre?

«Non. Tout ce que je semble être le désir ardent de vous voir
derrière les barreaux!

Il a atteint plus avec les mains libres et commencé à se sentir
Supergirl's face. ".. Hmm bien comme je le disais, vous avez
reçu un implant particulière alors que vous étiez brièvement dans
votre formulaire protoplasmique. Vous avez sans doute pu senti un
léger mal de tête en vous réveillant, mais la sensation
Enchaînement lent que votre corps s'adapte à ce nouveau dispositif .. "

Il a ensuite caressé ses cheveux, presque amoureusement. "Le dispositif
Moniteurs fonctionne un peu comme votre propre esprit dans le contrôle
votre corps et tous ses pouvoirs merveilleux. Une fois installé
il commence à apprendre tous les aspects de votre corps et tout ce qu'elle
peut faire. La première chose que j'ai fait était de l'utiliser pour
néant tous vos super-puissances. Vous n'êtes pas plus puissante
que toute femelle de l'homme. "Il a ensuite appelé sa main au
ses seins. «Hmm .. very nice work .. En effet mon
homologue de la planète morte vraiment fait mister travail,
n'at-il pas? "

"Tais-toi! dit-elle avec du venin. «Vous ne ressemblent en rien
la Lex Luthor je connaissais et aimais! NOTHING! Il n'a pas
traite-moi comme une sorte de rat de laboratoire!

"Bien sûr que Lex Luthor ne s'intéressait pas à vous en tant que
Je suis, dit-il, comme il tirait sur la fin de mister Top That
était soigneusement cachée sous sa jupe rouge. Il tira
finissent par perdre, exposant mister ventre mou comme il glissa sa
main sous les seins nus. "Il ne serait pas
demandais si vos mamelons étaient devient difficile par les
toucher, comme une femme humain le ferait. Il ne serait pas
demandais si vos seins ne gonflent avec l'anticipation
que les vôtres mistert maintenant sous ma .. touch "

Effectivement, les seins Supergirl étaient l'enflure et elle
pouvait sentir ses mamelons plus en plus difficile, avec près de
douce caresse de la main Luthor. Elle grimace, en essayant
désespérément difficile de se changer ou pour gagner même certains
semblant de contrôle sur mister corps de nouveau. Elle a essayé
penser à toutes les choses Luthor fait dans le passé ..
la façon dont il nuire à la Kents, Lois blessé, blessée .. mais
mister corps a continué à trahir mister esprit. Elle se sentait ce
de plus en plus comme Luthor déplacé sa main dans le passé de mister ventre,
et vers le bas sous sa jupe et la ceinture de mister
culotte.

"N-Non, dit-elle, plaidant presque.

«Tu es mouillée, là-bas. Voir? Le corps NE trahir la
l'esprit, après tout, "Luthor dit avec un sourire en
retira sa main itinérants et mettre le bloc-notes électronique
sur la table à proximité. «Tu seras à moi, Supergirl.
Corps et âme. You will be mine! "

«Je préfère mourir!" dit-elle, comme elle a commencé à sentir qu'elle était
revivre mister pire cauchemar.

Luthor sourit. «Nous allons voir .." Puis il a commencé à freiner
sa combinaimister.

"Que fais-tu?" qu'elle demandait.

Luthor sourit comme il avait tiré la combinaimister du passé vers le bas
ses hanches. «Je vais vous prendre, Supergirl. Tout comme
J'ai dit que je ferais. "

Supergirl yeux est allée large comme elle vit Luthor
ciselés, le physique sans poil, puis elle a vu mister énorme
coq comme il a commencé à croître et à se durcir. Il a été clairement
nine inches flaccid, but once it started growing it
looked like it would be over a foot long!

'My god!' she said to herself. 'My nightmare is coming
true!'

Luthor grabbed hold of his huge member. "My friend here
has been painfully lonely," he said with a chuckle. "He
misses your sweet cunt!"

"Don't you DARE!" she screamed. "Don't you DARE do
this! Every hero in the world will come screaming for
your red, I promise you!"

"They'll just have to take a number!" Luthor said as he
leaped onto the table and stood in front of her. Son
now hard monstrous cock stood right in her face as he
peered down to her chest. "I have been waiting a LONG
time to do this."

With both hands he ripped her tunic open right across
the S-shield, exposing her B-cup breasts that were
already hard.

"Oh god please Lex.." she said as she began to sob.
"For what we had I beg you.. PLEASE do-.."

She couldn't finish those words as Luthor shoved his
hard cock into her open mouth. "That's more like it!"
he said with satisfaction. "Just suck on that for a
while. And no biting! Remember, you're human now. I can
hurt you in more ways than you know."

Supergirl started to gag as the huge cock was powerd
into her mouth. Tears streamed down the sides of her
face and she felt Luthor's hands on her breasts. Then
she felt Luthor's hand reach down and rip her panties
off, then she felt a chill as his fingers thrust
themselves into her wet pussy. She screamed as she was
powerd to suck on his cock. The vibrations from her
mouth added to Luthor's pleasure.

Luthor looked down at her with a sinister smile.
"Excellent! You DO know how to suck cock after all!"

Supergirl barely caught Luthor's statement. She was
more interested in trying to free herself while still
sucking on his monstrous member. In all the time she
was intimate with him he had NEVER been so big in his
life! She wondered if his deal with the devil Neron had
something to do with that. But that statement he made
caught her attention.. she's gone down on Luthor before
(when his cock was more normally proportioned, that is)
and he'd often commented that nobody could suck his
cock like she could. So WHY was he acting as though it
was his first time?

She was brought out of her concentration by a huge rush
of sperm. Luthor came inside her mouth, making her gag
with his semen, and spraying some of it out of her
mouth.

Luthor pulled his cock out from her mouth. "Aw... you
didn't swallow. Well you certainly are a mess, aren't
you?" He pulled her cape off from underneath her body
and used it as a rag to clean off her face and the
table. "There, that's much better.."

Supergirl could only cough and fight to keep the bile
that was building up inside her. She had never retched
before, and she certainly wasn't going to start now!

"Now," Luthor said as he hoped back on the table, his
cock already hard again, "it's time for the Coup-De-
Gras!"

Supergirl coughed as she began to realize what was
going to happen. "No Lex.. please.. not there.. not
there!"

The tip of his cock touched her wet vagina. Pre-cum
started to already ooze from it. Just like in her
nightmare..

"No Lex.." she begged. "Please.. no.."

Then it slid into her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! OH GOD IT'S SPLITTING ME OPEN!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Luthor said with satisfaction as he
began to inch his massive cock into her cunt. "YES!
That feels SOOOOO good! This will be SOOO wonderful!"

She tried to shut everything out. Tried to shut out the
world. Tried to shut out everything going on. But it
wasn't possible. His cock was too big. The waves of
pleasure and pain swept her too fast.

"UUUUNNNGGGHHH... Lex... n-n-no... NO! P-please!
OHGOD!! It's UUUGGGGH! It's too big... I can't ... Je
can't...

UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!"

The huge phallus was deep inside her. Deep inside her
all-too-human-looking vagina and womb. Luthor said
nothing, but the huge smile on his face was very
uncharacteristic of the millionaire businessman who
always fucked with a straight poker face. He began to
pump his cock in and out of her, building a rhythm.

"NOOOO!!" Supergirl screamed. "NO! DON'T DO THIS!!!
UUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!!! OH GOD NO LEX!! UUUNNGHHH! DON'T!"
She could feel him start to climax. "LEX NO! AAHHH!
DON'T CUM IN MEEEEE! OH GOD! IIIIIEEEEEEE!! NOOOO!"

But it was too late. Luthor winced. Then he shivered.
Then convulsed as his cock sprayed his sperm deep
inside her. Deep inside her body. It almost felt like a
fire hose of sperm spraying into her.

Luthor got off the table and looked down at the prone
body of Supergirl.

Her skirt was hiked up to her navel. The blue tunic
with the trademarked S-shield ripped down the middle,
exposing her average but swollen breasts. La culotte
she was wearing were in a heap on the floor. Her blond
hair was wet from the sweat of her powerd sex. Cum
began to ooze out of her swollen cunt.

Despite what had happened to her, though, she wouldn't
cry. She wouldn't give him that kind of satisfaction.
She fought the tears that welled up in her eyes.

"You bastard!" she said with venom. "You're not Lex
Luthor! He would have never done this to me!"

"Lex" smiled. "You're right. I'm not Lex Luthor."

Supergirl was shocked at that revelation. She had her
suspicions, sure. After being ****d by a huge cock who
wouldn't? But the confirmation that the man who just
****d her wasn't Luthor still surprised her.

«Qui êtes-vous? she demanded.

The man who appeared to be Lex Luthor then began to
change. He morphed into a much younger man. Still with
a huge physique, and the same huge phallus, but now he
was much younger. In fact, he barely looked older than
21. He had wavy blond hair, but still had the firm jaw
and piercing eyes of Lex Luthor.

"You can call me X," the young man said. "X Luthor.
Kind of a nice ring, don't you think? Kind of like
those comic book characters.. what were they? Oh yeah..
X-Men."

"W-why?" elle demandé. "Why did you do this to me? Why
impermisterate yourself to look like Lex Luthor? Why did
you trap me? Why did you **** me?"

"Oh come on now!" he said with a laugh as he picked up
the computerized notepad again. "Do you REALLY think I
would get your attention if I looked just like I do
now? PUH-LEASE! Besides, I like looking like dear old
Daddy! I get access to his secret finances, dinner at
some of the finest restaurants without a reservation,
and access to all of his goodies!"

"D-daddy? You mean you're really... Luthor's SON?"

X smiled. "You could say that... MOM!"

Supergirl's eyes went even wider. "MOM??"

X laughed. "Well you're not really my lady.
Technically I don't even HAVE a lady. But you and I
are related in one aspect.. we're both protomatter
beings."

"The experiments," she mumred. "All those copies of
me.."

X nodded. "Exactly! Doctor Packard had made copies of
you using samples of your own protoplasmic body. BUT
Luthor didn't want just a copy of himself. He still
wanted to be human. So his scientists whipped up a
combination of homemade protomatter and human DNA, and
PRESTO! X Luthor is born!"

"Oh god.." dit-elle.

X examined his body. "Well I wasn't really 'born,' just
created. Anyways, the plan was to put Luthor's brain
inside my body. Then all hell broke loose. You and the
rest of the super-dopes busted dear old Daddy, and
trash Metropolis in the process. Lex got caught, and
all the assets and programs were frozen. They wanted to
******* me, but I was too smart to let THAT happen. So now
I have this whole facility to myself. EVERYTHING is at
my beck and call. For instance..."

X pressed a button on the notepad. Instantly a small
device came out from a recessed panel from behind a
wall. It was pointed straight at Supergirl's vulnerable
body.

"That implant you have inside your head monitors
everything that goes on in your body. Kind of like a
videotape.. given enough stimulation and it will know
as much about your body as you do. Sometimes even
more."

At a press of a button on the notepad, a familiar beam
of blue light hit Supergirl square in her navel. Le
beam from the Orgasmatron swept her body again, this
time stronger than she ever imagined it could be. Elle
screamed in pleasure.

"AAHHHHHHHH... No... not.. again..." she said as she
could feel herself building for a powerful climax.

"Lord Easystreet told me that this works kind of like a
have," X said with a crooked smile. "Once the initial
wave sweeps you, your body doesn't need as much to get
off on later. Well, we shall see, won't we?"

The waves of the beam hit her, much stronger this time
than before. Her whole body shook.

"AHHH!! GOD NOOO!!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!
UUUUNGGGHHH!! IEEEEE!!"

She convulsed as she came like she never did before.

X meanwhile simply stood nearby, still very much naked,
and still observing the readings on the little computer
notepad.

"Excellent," he said with a smile. "Simply excellent."

-=*=-

Lois Lane slammed the phone down in frustration. Ainsi
many phone calls- and yet there was no one whom she
could call to contact to help Supergirl.

Superboy was no help. Neither was the Alpha Centurion.
She tried to call the Titans, but she found out they
disbanded quite recently. She knew Supergirl and
Arsenal were friends, but all she could get from Agent
Steel was that Arsenal was on assignment in Asia. Et
Clark was still around on the other side of the world.
She thought about using Clark's Justice League
communicator, but it would have been impossible to
explain how she knew about the device when Clark hadn't
been a member of that group since he was brought back
from the dead.

Finally, she realized there was one other call she
could make. It was a number Clark told her to use only
if needed. The number was on a piece of paper located
just underneath a picture of her and her fiancée.

"Yes?" Came a dark and foreboding voice on the other
end.

"This is Lois Lane. Superman gave me this number in
case he can't be reached and it was an emergency."

"This number is not a paging service!" said the dark
male voice.

"This is an emergency," she said quickly, hoping the
permister on the other end wouldn't hang up. "It's about
Lex Luthor."

A second passed. "What about him?"

"He was spotted in a place called Sugar Creek.
Supergirl was following him, and she asked for some
assistance. I can't contact Superman or any of the
other heroes to help her. She needs your help."

"Supergirl is a grown woman," the man said. "She should
be able to take care of herself. But for Superman's
sake, I'll take a drive over there. It should take me a
day to get there from Gotham City."

"Thank you," Lois said with a sigh of relief. Then the
phone went dead.

-=*=-

Supergirl didn't know how long she was ***.
Hours? Days? It was all irrelevant to her. She did know
that X had cleaned her up and put her in another
duplicate costume, only this time without the cape.

X walked into the room carrying a tray. This time he
only wore a white robe with the initials LL on it. Il
was another one of Luthor's silk robes.

"Good morning my dear!" X said with a smile. He set the
tray at the table she was still strapped to and sat
down beside her. "I trust you are well rested."

"Why are you doing this?" she said with a somewhat
horse voice. "Why?"

"Still defiant I see," he said he ran his hand across
her cheek. "Perhaps after some breakfast you'll be a
bit more receptive. You do need to regain your
strength."

He straw-fed her a glass of instant breakfast. The meal
tasted like chocolate but with a somewhat metallic bite
to it. Once she was finished he wiped the sides of her
mouth with napkin, then set the tray aside before
continuing.

"Why I captured you?" he asked as he picked up his
electronic notepad. "Why not? I really wanted to try
out my little tricks on Lois Lane, but when I saw you
on my way back to town I decided you would be a whole
lot more fun than old Lois. There are plenty of things
I can do with you that I can't do with someone like
Lois."

"W.. What do you mean by that?" she asked with a quake
in her voice.

"Well I don't really appreciate how your creator
designed you," he said with a grin. "Your body seems a
bit.. well it seems a bit too plain. B-cup breasts,
drab blond hair.. he made you more 'girl' than
'super.'" He then pressed a few buttons on his notepad.
"I think you need a change."

"What do y.. UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

She could feel herself change beyond her control.
Anytime she changes form outside of her Supergirl look
she feels pain, but she never changed sorry
before.

The first thing she noticed was her breasts. Ils ont été
not only getting fuller, but bigger as well. The added
size pulled her tunic up over abdomen. Her ass cheeks
tightened, and her hair felt like it was on fire. Elle
could also feel herself getting taller by a couple of
inches.

Then the pain subsided.

"What.." she said in a octave just a bit higher than
usual, "what did you DO to me?!"

Instead of telling her, X reached under the table and
swiveled it up so she could see the changes in a full-
length mirror.

Supergirl HAD grown an extra half-foot taller. Sa
breasts had ballooned from a size 34B to a very ample
47DD. Her waist had contracted to a diameter that would
make most models jealous, even though her hips were
more realistically proportional. She had lost any kind
of girlish features in her face, and her hair went from
a drab blond to a very long and full platinum blond.

"Oh cuckolds brownie!" she said to herself. "He turned me into a
Barbie doll! I look like I could be one of those sluts
in the X-Men!"

X ripped open Supergirl's tunic again, exposing her
giant melons to the cool air. Even her nipples were
enlarged slightly. "THAT," he said with a sinister
smile, "is more like it!"

He began to knead her breasts, and much to Supergirl's
embarrassment, she was actually starting to get aroused
by it more than ever.

"UUUUUNNNGGHH... OHHHHH..." she said as she began to
pant. She couldn't believe she was getting close to
climaxing just by the way her breasts were being
massaged. "N-no.. This is... OH... this shouldn't....
Mmmmm... feels so GOOOODD!"

X began to suck on one of her nipples, as Supergirl
began to struggle against her restraints and her
rapidly building orgasm. She wasn't supposed to be
aroused by this. Yet she was. She was actually getting
turned on by it all.

"Like it?" X asked as he pulled his mouth off her
nipple. "I know you do... I made your tits extremely
sensitive. With time you'll cum by just me sucking on
eux. But that's not all that's now sensitive..."

X unfastened Supergirl's skirt and pulled it off her.
Her legs were still restrained so he had to rip her
panties off to expose her now hairless cuntmound.

"What are you.." Supergirl started to ask, but then X
began to lick around her bare crotch. "I.. I...
MMMMM.... Oooh... no... please.. Hmmmm, OH FUCK! OH
SHIT! AHHHHH... Oh GOD!!! NNNHHHHH!... I-I, oh god...
no.... NOOOOO!"

Supergirl shook violently as she climaxed. Her wrists
were raw from trying the restraints and trying to fight
her orgasm. She came quickly. Too quickly for her!

X removed himself from between her wet thighs with a
look of satisfaction. Then he removed the his white
robe to expose her to his huge cock. "I think you're
ready for this now," he said with a grin.

"P-please..." the girl of steel begged as she panted.
"Don't... not now... please... please..."

But it was too late as X stuck his cock-rod into her
wet pussy. If it were possible, Supergirl would swear
his cock was even bigger than before as it entered her!
She screamed as it sunk into her.

"OH GODDDDDD!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

"Yeah," X said as he began to slide his cock further up
into her. "I made .... UUHH... your pussy even
tighter..... UNNHHHH ... than before, so you'll have to
feel... UUNNHHH ... every inch of me!"

"UUNNHHH!... OOHHH... OH GOD.... NNNNNNNHHH!!!"

While X was busy thrusting into her, he pressed a
button underneath the table. Instantly, the restraints
on Supergirl's ankles snapped open, freeing her legs.
Supergirl's realized that her legs were free, but
instead of trying to use her legs to fight off X, she
instead found herself wrapping her legs around the
young man, helping him push deeper into her. She was
shocked at her own actions. She was getting RAPED..
AGAIN.. and yet now she's enjoying it! What was wrong
with her?

Supergirl screamed in joy as she climaxed again. Then
suddenly X began to shudder, and then Supergirl could
feel him cum once again, spraying her womb with his
sperm. She could feel it spray into her like a hose.
How much sperm did he have?

X pressed another button and the table turned back
upright. He laid there with his deflating cock inside
sa. Her new body was layered in sweat.

"Get of me.." dit-elle.

"No," X said with a smile. "I like it here... you with
your hot, sticky body, my cock inside your hot pussy..
your legs still wrapped around my ass..."

Supergirl realized that indeed her legs were STILL
wrapped around X's waist. She unwrapped herself and let
them fall to the table like they were phony.

"PLEASE," she said insistently, "get off me."

X did so, without comment or criticism. His cock left
her pussy with a soft "POP." He stood there looking at
sa.

Then, after slipping on his robe, he reached for the
notepad and pressed a button. The penlight beam of the
Orgasmatron hit Supergirl on the chest, and she cried
out in ecstasy as she climaxed again.. and again..

The license plates on the black car read "BW-10." Le
driver, a muscular man with a chiseled face, exited the
car and made it's way to hotel lobby. He didn't check
in, but instead checked to inquire on an elderly couple
who were traveling in an RV with a young woman. Après
making a phone call, he decided to pay a visit to the
county courthouse to check on the records of one Lex
Luthor and any possible real estate holdings by Lexcorp
in the area.

-=*=-

Supergirl stood in the shower, letting the warm water
splash across her new voluptuous body. She had hoped
the shower would help clear her mind, but it didn't
travailler. Even the rhythmic pulses of the shower reminded
her of the Orgasmatron. How, when it touched any part
of her body, would drive her to powerful orgasms. N'importe lequel
part; a finger, a toe, her nose, even the hair on her
tête.

She moved her soapy hands around her huge, firm
seins. X had re-engineered her body so that not only
were her breasts twice their normal size, but they were
also more sensitive than before. She felt the tingle of
pleasure when she moved her slippery hands around them,
grazing the extra-sensitive nipples.

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? By her own rough
count, at least four days have passed. She worried
about Jon and Martha Kent - the two people whom she
considered to be the parents she never had. No doubt
they are worried to death about her. She left Martha in
such a rush to catch Lex Luthor, never to expect to be
captured by a shape-shifter who called himself Luthor's
"mister." She hoped they had the good sense to call Clark
and get out of the area before anything else happened.

"Where are you Clark?" she muttered under her breath.
"Where...?"

Then she realized she had gravitated her hands down
past her stomach.. just above her bald pussy. "What am
I doing?" she asked herself. "I should be doing this..
I.."

But instead of pulling back, she felt her hands going
instinctively for her clit. She tried desperately to
fight the urge to masturbate, but instead she felt the
all-too familiar wave of pleasure hit her.

"UUNNGGHHH..." she moaned. "N-no... I... can't...
do..... OOHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

One hand went up to her swollen breasts as the other
continued on her pussy. She leaned back against the
wall of the stall and spread her legs wide. Her fingers
began to rub around her clit, picking up speed.

"Can't... Mustn't.. UNNGGHHH!!... No... I'm
Supergirl... I'm not some cheap.. s-slut..."

She tried to think of something.. anything.. that could
break her concentration. The death of everyone she knew
at the hands of three super-powered criminals, Doomsday
pounding her into protoplasmic mush, Superman's death
at the hands of Doomsday, the destruction of Coast
City, being manipulated by everyone from Brainiac to
Raven to Lex Luthor.. But as she remembered learning
about Lex's duplicity, her mind went back to the times
he seduced her.. how he used to make her cum twice
before intercourse.. how his hands used to cup her
breasts, which then were barely just more than a
handful and not the mountains of flesh they were now..
how he used to play with her clit..

"OOH!" she exclaimed as she felt her body shiver. Elle
knew this as the telltale sign she was about to cum.
"C-Can't do this.. OOHH... OOHH... NNNNGHHHH!!"

She spasmed uncontrollably as she climaxed. Her legs
gave way and she sank down to the floor of the stall,
the water splashing rhythmically over her face.

Supergirl cursed at herself as she picked herself up
from the tiled floor. Why? Why was she doing this? Elle
knew that somehow X was responsible for all of it, and
somehow, no matter how long it takes, she'd find a way
out of it all.

She dried herself off and then put on the flimsy blue
outfit X had provided her as her only clothing. Elle
looked at herself in the mirror. Her damp platinum
blond hair running down her back, the twin mountains
that were supposed to be her breasts.. she looked like
Anna Nicole Smith's slutty twin sister!

Just then she heard a noise in the bedroom. It sounded
like someone was picking the lock that kept her
primisterer. She quickly made her way to the side of the
door and waited for it to open, ready to pounce on
whomever was entering.

The door opened and she could see a black shape with
pointed ears enter the room. Then the shape turned
towards her direction..

It was Batman!

"Supergirl?" the dark knight asked when he saw her.
"Supergirl? Is that you?"

She was ready to cry. She wanted to race over to him..
but then she remembered that it could be a mistake. Le
last time she trusted what she saw it turned out to be
X disguised as Wonder Woman. She wasn't going to fall
for the same mistake again.

"Batman? How did you know where to find me?" dit-elle
suspiciously.

"Superman contacted me," he said in a dark voice. "He
was too busy handling other crisis to come to your
rescue, so he asked me to look for you."

Supergirl walked over to him, ever so cautiously. "Et
what happened to X?"

"He got away. Don't worry, he won't go far, though.
Robin is following him."

She was inches away from him. He wrapped his dark arms
around to comfort her. "We'll find some way to get you
back to normal," he said.

She wanted to believe that. She really did. Instead,
she shoved him backwards towards the bed.

Batman was surprised. "What are you doing?"

But Supergirl knew otherwise. "Nice try," she said.
"But Superman wouldn't have been too busy to save me.
And the REAL Batman would have known why!"

The Maid of Might pounced on the man that appeared to
be Batman with a ferocity. She straddled over him.

"Err.. Supergirl.. What?"

She clawed at the bottom half that made up his black
outfit. The outfit seemed authentic, but she knew
someone with access to a lot of money could get a real-
looking Batman costume. X certainly has access to
Luthor's hidden funds. The hidden catches that made up
his pants came undone and she tugged it down past his
hips.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he demanded as he tried to get
up.

She pushed him back down on the bed and reached for his
cock. It seemed quite normal, but she knew X could
shape-shift to make it look real. Maybe this WAS his
real size. "This is what you want, isn't it?" she asked
as she quickly jerked his rod erect. "You want to
continue these little games, right? Let's just get to
the chase."

She was vaguely aware that she had at least some of her
powers back. Certainly super-strength and speed.
Strength to keep someone like him down on the bed, and
speed to bring his cock to strength in a matter of
secondes. She took the cock into her mouth and quickly
sucked on it.

"UUNNGGHHH!!... no.. Supergirl... what.... Are...
you... UNNNNGGHHH!...."

Her head was a blur as she bobbed up and down on his
rod. It didn't take long for "Batman" to cum, and he
spurted quickly in her mouth.

But she didn't stop there. Instead, she continued
sucking on his cock, quickly working it back up to
fighting strength again.

"Super.. girl..." he pleaded, "please... don't....
AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"