Butter Wouldn't Melt (29 page)

‘There, Jem, now you know what it's like. Do you want some more?'

She glanced back, looking up at me out of eyes wet with tears, and gave a single, tiny nod. I smiled, let go of her arm and went back to spanking her, gently now, peppering her bottom with little pats and dabs, just hard enough to sting. She stayed exactly as she was, her breathing a little harsh as I dealt with her bottom the way an inexperienced girl should be dealt with, gently and patiently.

Nobody said a word as they watched me spank Jemima. I was sure they all knew it was her virgin punishment. Morris would have made very certain of it, and not one of them was prepared to risk breaking the spell. Nor did I, because her sobs had turned to sighs and she'd begun to lift her bottom, now
willingly displayed the pouted, puffy lips of her sex and the wet heart around her vagina. Her cheeks were an even, flushed pink, hot to the touch, and her bumhole had begun to wink in her excitement.

I'd been wrong, she was genuine, as genuine as I was, not just wanting her bottom smacked, but craving it. Now she was getting it, hopefully the way she'd imagined it in her fantasies, spanked bare across the knee with an audience to witness her humiliation and pain, and with her sister to deal with her bottom. I had to make it special, as special as I could, even to make her come, if she wanted to.

‘Shall . . . shall I take you there, Jem?' I asked. ‘All the way?'

Her answer was a whimper, deep in her throat, and I knew she wanted it. I began to spank harder, and lower down, applying my smacks to the tuck of her cheeks to jolt her pussy. She began to wiggle, and moan, giving herself up to the pleasure of her punishment with no more thought for her modesty at all. Her bottom was up, her cheeks open to show off her slippery brown bumhole, now squeezing and spreading as her muscles began to contract. She'd set her feet apart, bracing her legs with her swollen pussy naked for all to see and her school panties stretched taut between her slender thighs. Juice was oozing from her hole, a tiny squirt every time I smacked her bottom and her moans were growing loud and urgent.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt as I began to spank her with the other one. A voice in the back of my head was screaming at me, demanding to know what the hell I thought I was doing bringing my little sister to orgasm in front of a load of men, but it was what she wanted and I didn't stop, rubbing at her clit and spanking her bottom as
she bucked and wriggled over my knee. She began to gasp, then to scream, and suddenly her legs had kicked out, long and straight, her bottom had gone tense under my hand and both her pussy and bumhole had gone into contractions, with shiver after shiver running through her flesh as she came.

The moment it was over she had twisted around on my lap, to cuddle into me, her whole body shaking violently as she let out her emotions onto my chest. I clung on, kissing her, stroking her hair and whispering into her ear, ignoring my own hardly tolerable feelings as I soothed her instead. We stayed like that for a long time, nobody speaking, until at last Jemima pulled away. Morris began to clap, then others, and to congratulate us, in a crescendo of happy noise that broke only when Morris raised his hands for silence.

‘Magnificent!' he declared. ‘A perfect climax to our little game, and now, perhaps a little more champagne before we . . .'

‘Hang on a minute,' Jemima broke in. ‘I thought all the girls had to choose somebody to spank them?'

‘No,' I said quickly, and went on in rising panic. ‘You have to go in the corner now, like the others, and then the game's over. You said the girls doing corner time couldn't be chosen to spank, didn't you, Morris?'

Morris took his chin in his fingers.

‘An interesting point,' he said. ‘You're both right, so perhaps it would be best if we were to take a vote. Those in favour of Pippa having to take her spanking, please raise your hands.'

I'd closed my eyes, but I needn't have bothered. When I opened them every single hand in the room was up, including Penny's.

‘OK,' I sighed, ‘I suppose I couldn't put it off for ever, but who to choose?'

‘Jade mentioned that you like to be passed around,' Morris suggested.

‘She was teasing you!' I answered him. ‘I've never even been done in front of a man, never mind by a man!'

I was going to continue, but they'd all begun to talk among themselves, nodding agreement. Finally Morris spoke up.

‘I think you're going to be passed around, Pippa.'

‘There are nineteen of you!' I protested, but my voice was lost beneath a chorus of agreement with Morris.

I drew a heavy sigh and looked around the room. Everybody was looking at me. All ten girls had bare, smacked bottoms and no sympathy for the fact that mine alone was still white and covered up. From the men I had no chance of mercy at all.

‘You will of course be forgiven the hat,' Morris told me.

‘And my bike,' Melody added, ‘but you're going to have to be plugged.'

‘Plugged! Why?'

‘Because you're going to be spanked by girls.'

‘I . . . I didn't plug Jemima!'

‘More fool you. Come on, knickers down and bend over. I'm doing you first.'

‘But Melody . . .'

She had started towards me, pulling up her knickers as she came. The rest of the girls in the spanking line up began to come away from the wall and adjust themselves. I was for it, with a vengeance.

‘I think I'll have you naked,' Melody said as she reached me. ‘Strip.'

I hastened to obey, her command giving me a sharp erotic thrill, but also because if I was in the nude then Mr Spottiswood couldn't stuff my panties
in my mouth or up my cunt. Everybody watched as I stripped, making themselves comfortable around the room with most of the men clustered where they'd get a good view of my rear end. Jemima lingered a moment to collect my clothes, squeezed my hand and went to sit on Hudson Staebler's lap. Something close to jealousy caught me as I saw his huge hand close on her bottom, but I had other worries. Morris had passed Melody a butt plug and the large tub of anal jelly.

‘Touch your toes,' Melody ordered.

It had begun, humiliation and spanking in front of men, and by men. As I bent down to take hold of my ankles I was trying to tell myself it was one of my deepest desires, something I'd fantasised over a thousand times when I masturbated, but that did nothing to lessen the trembling of my body or the agonising shame as bumhole and pussy came on show from behind.

‘I like the way her tits quiver,' one man remarked. ‘She's really got the shakes.'

‘Yeah, and look at that cute little arsehole,' another answered. ‘I think it's winking at us.'

‘I do like to see a cleanly shaved cunt,' a third put in.

I couldn't see who was speaking, because my eyes were tight shut, but every word stung. Melody's hand touched my bottom, two fingers settling between my cheeks to spread my anus. I felt the nozzle of the jelly tub touch, just above my hole, and gasped as a thick worm of cold, slippery lubricant was laid over my anal ring. A second followed, across the first, to make an X with my bumhole at the exact centre.

‘You know what to do, don't you?' Melody asked. ‘I suppose AJ's had plenty of things up you?'

Even as I nodded, the tip of the butt plug touched my hole. I pushed, allowing my ring to spread on the
hardness of the plug and thinking of how the bright pink interior of my passage would be showing to my audience as I opened up. Melody pulled the plug clear, smearing jelly over my slowly closing bumhole before pressing once more. Again I pushed, and this time the plug went in all the way, my bumhole straining to take it and closing on the neck with a soft, squashy sound.

I was plugged. Now I was to be spanked. Melody wiped her hands on my back and returned the jelly tub to the mantelpiece, then sat down on the spanking chair. She patted her lap and I came to her, waddling a little for the plug in my bumhole. I didn't fight at all, but draped myself across her knees in meek submission.

Her arm came around my waist, and I was well and truly trapped, my bum available for spanking and about to get it whether I liked it or not. She was far too strong for me, and would hold me easily however much I kicked and squealed and begged, hold me and spank me. I was utterly helpless, and that made it so much easier to give in, even with my cunt flaunted to the room and my plugged bumhole on plain show.

‘Two minutes only, darling,' Morris told Melody. ‘Some people are getting a little urgent.'

I glanced around to find Jemima with Hudson Staebler's cock in her hand, wanking him as they enjoyed the view of me spread bare over Melody's lap. At least two other men had their cocks out, but as Melody's hand smacked down on my bare flesh the number of dirty old men wanking over my bum became instantly less important. It hurt like anything; hard, no-nonsense spanks delivered right across my meat, each one jamming the plug in up my hole.

My single, feeble attempt to protest broke to a scream and I was fighting despite myself, my legs
kicking in every direction and my fists thumping on the floor in a pathetic spanking tantrum. She just clung on tighter, spanking me with the full force of her arm and ignoring both my struggles and my pitiful, pig-like squealing. I was crying in moments, from the appalling frustration of being held helpless and spanked as much as from the pain, but she didn't even slow down, taking her full two minutes before stopping to let me tumble to the floor.

I sprawled on my back, cunt spread to the room, taken completely by surprise. My bottom seemed to be on fire, my vision hazy with tears, and before I'd had a chance to begin to recover Morris himself was hauling me to my feet. Over I went, bum in the air, for my first ever spanking from a man, Morris Rathwell himself, the biggest, greediest pervert of them all, who'd spanked more girls than he could remember. I was the next in line, just one more little tart to have her bum smacked, and no more important than any other.

That was what hurt, as I kicked and wriggled across his knee with the tears running down my face at one end and a mixture of lubricant jelly and cunt juice running down my thighs at the other. My first, and it had to be Morris, and worse, I suspected he'd known full well I'd end up over his knee from the moment he met me. Now I was nude and spanked with a plug up my bum, in utter disgrace with an audience of men, women and my own baby sister to witness my humiliation.

By the time Morris was finished with me I was dizzy and faint, hardly able to stand up as Harmony ordered me across her lap. I got it anyway, and again, from Annabelle, and from Mr Enos, from Sophie and from Mr Judd, until they'd all begun to blend into one and it seemed as if my smacked bottom was the
centre of my whole world. Some took me further than others – Penny, squirting jelly all over my burning cheeks and rubbing it in before she began to spank me; Mr Spottiswood, who retrieved my knickers and stuffed them up my cunt; Mr Protheroe, who extracted the plug from my anus and let everyone have a good stare up my gaping, slippery bumhole before putting it back in; Toy, who transferred my panties from my cunt to my mouth and stuck a second plug up me instead, for a brief fucking, before it was once more extracted. She was second last, and left me spread-eagled on the floor, almost out of my senses, and yet I knew who was left.

‘One last time, Pippa,' Morris announced, ‘but rather a special one, I suspect. Come along, Jemima, time to spank your big sister.'

I wasn't even sure where Jemima was, but I heard her voice.

‘Should I, do you think?'

‘Of course,' Morris answered.

‘She spanked you, didn't she?' Melody put in.

‘I know, but . . . are you OK, Pip?'

She sounded worried, and no surprise. I must have looked a sight, with my naked body slick with sweat and my face wet with tears, my bum like a shiny red cherry from spanking and jelly. Forcing myself to roll over, I spat my panties out and nodded, my vision swimming slowly into focus. She was standing up in front of Hudson Staebler. Her panties were around her ankles, her school blouse was open to show her tits, and he had a full erection sticking up from his fly.

‘I . . . I suppose I'd better do it then,' she said.

I pulled myself up to my knees, waiting as she came across and took her place on the spanking chair, as breezy and fresh as ever, smiling as she patted her lap for me to come across. She was going to spank me,
my own baby sister, and if I thought I'd had emotion slapped out of me, I was wrong. A huge bubble of shame had begun to grow in my throat as I crawled close, and as my belly pressed to her bare legs and I lifted my bottom I was thinking of how she'd always followed my lead, how she'd always looked up to me, how she'd always copied me. Now I was over her knee in the nude, and she was about to copy me one more time, by smacking my bare bottom in front of an audience, just as I'd smacked hers. She giggled as her hand settled across my cheeks.

‘Can I, Pip?' she asked.

‘Yes,' I managed.

‘Yes what?' she replied.

‘Yes you may . . . you can spank me.'

‘No, Pippa, I want the magic word.'

I heard Morris chuckle.

‘Yes, please!' I answered. ‘Please spank me, Jemima.'

‘No, Pippa,' she said again. ‘I want you to say it properly. How about ‘‘please spank my naughty bottom, Jemima''?'

I looked up, to glare at Hudson Staebler, who'd obviously been coaching her. He smiled and waggled his erection at me.

‘Come on,' Jemima urged. ‘Say it.'

‘OK, if I have to . . . please . . . please spank my naughty bottom, Jemima, you little cow.'

‘Hey! That's no way to speak to me when you're over my knee.'

She'd planted a single slap on my bottom as she spoke, but that meant everything. It was done, my bottom smacked by my little sister, and as I spoke again I could barely get the words out for the sulky, resentful feelings inside me.