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An English Vacation, mfThis is not my story. I am re-posting it word for word.Author’s Note:This is the first chapter of a longer work. I promise thatin succeeding chapters the sexual content will increase andsome of the actions of the protagonists, which presentlyappear somewhat ‘c***dish’, will be shown to have at leasttoken motivation. Washington Irving***********************************************************AN ENGLISH VACATIONby Washington IrvingI. The BeginningShe popped the last of the batter-fried cod into her mouth andwashed it down with the dregs of the pint of bitters. Theremaining mealy french fries (chips?) she would leave withoutregret. Jimmy was already finished and looked as anxious as sheto get to their room and collapse. They had k**ded each otherthrough the ‘pub-grub’ supper as to who would get the first hotshower.They had arrived in England that morning, after an all nightflight featuring a six hour time change. Both she and her sonhad slept only fitfully in the cramped seats, arriving – after abreakfast neither was ready for – into Gatwick airport at 8 A.M.Greenwich time. She had booked ahead into an inn near Stratfordupon Avon, the one at which they now ate. She remembered from her only other trip to the British Isles that the best way toconquer the time change was to get on the new sleep schedule asquickly as possible, so they had doggedly crammed themselves intotheir tiny rental car and spent the day seeing castles, churches, and picturesque villages. Jimmy went along with her doubtfuljet-lag theory – or at least refrained from complaining.Actually, she was pleasantly surprised with his attitude. After the divorce, it had seemed certain that he would go tolive with his father. But after spending a week with Jamesabout a month before, Jimmy had announced he would stay withher. In a surge of relief, she had planned this vacation forthe two of them, not thinking until it was too late thattravelling through England with his mother might not be athirteen year old boy’s idea of a thrilling time. His smilesseemed sincere, though, and she attributed to an overactiveimagination her feeling that his eyes showed an amusedsuperiority at her enthusiasm. As they returned to the car to get their bags, she wonderedanew at Jimmy’s rapid growth over just the past six months. Hewas now a full four inches taller than her own petite 5′ 1″ andlanky as a colt. She was thankful for his new male strength -the suitcases would have been too much for her without him alongto take the larger ones. Now, hopefully, a quick check-in, thena soft bed…The jet-lag must have really set in. The inn-keeper’s wordsechoed meaninglessly in her fogged mind. “… you did ask for adouble room … last one available … other hotels and bed andbreakfasts in the area full also… busy season…” Why was herestating the obvious, and looking back and forth from her toher son? Yes, they were sharing a room, but they could changein the bathroom and each stick to their own bed. They weremother and son for chrissakes!She nodded and said “Okay… fine… ” enough times that theinnkeeper finally took them up to their room. He paused infront of a room revealingly labelled ‘toilet’ and said that theywould be sharing it with some other guests, but it was only twodoors down from their room: very convenient. Wait, this wasn’tright!”But I specifically asked for a room with bath!” She couldvisualize waiting hours to bathe in the morning.”Of course, Mrs. MacKenzie, you do have shower and sink in yourroom.” He seemed irritated at her lack of comprehension. “Ifyou wanted a toilet, too, you should have requested ‘en suite’facilities. We only have two rooms that have private lavatoryand bathing facilities and both of them are taken. Our historicold buildings were not built with modern plumbing in mind.”Yes, yes, en suite. She remembered now. Oh, well, at leastthey had a private shower. Had she brought a robe so she couldbrave the corridor for a late night pee? She almost giggled atthe thought of shadowy people in various stages of undresswandering the dark inn searching for a potty.The inn-keeper stopped at the door to number four. “Well, hereyou are. If I can be of help, let me know. Full Englishbreakfast from eight to nine thirty.” He handed her the key.She opened the door and stepped aside for Jimmy to carry in thebags. As she followed, closing the door behind her, Jimmyturned and gave her the strangest look, something between panic,confusion, and… was there hidden amusement? “Mom?”When she looked around the room she saw the reason for hisshock.A tiny room – barely enough floor space to set down the baggage!One double bed! For her AND her son!A shower stall about the size of a British phone booth in thecorner of the room! (A tiny sink and mirror hid in the oppositecorner, next to that side of the bed.)Liz MacKenzie sat down in despair on the bed (the only place tosit except for one upright wooden chair!), her head in herhands. This was why the inn-keeper was so confused! Whatcould they do? How could she possibly share the bed with herpubescent son?Fortunately she had brought only flannel granny nightgowns,since she had planned for them to share a room. Again sheremembered too late the proper terminology. She should haverequested a ‘twin’ room! And the shower! She peeked through her fingers at it, prayingit would miraculously change. Bad enough that there was noseparate bathroom for privacy, but the shower walls were clearplastic with just a row of decorative daisy decals about waistheight. Too high to hide… too low to cover… Oh, damn, damn,damn.The final, back-breaking straw was that she had booked the roomfor two nights. And the manager had stressed that there wasn’tanything else available! Anywhere!The room remained silent, still, for an interminable time. Then Jimmy took a loud breath.”Mom, this is weird, but I know its not your fault. We justhave to act natural, I guess.” Act natural, yes. But how? Sheheard Jimmy kick off his shoes. When she looked up he waspulling off his shirt. “I got first shower. I feel kind offunny, but you’re my mother, so you’ve sure seen me naked. Iassume I was born that way.” He laughed nervously at hisattempt at humor, and she looked up to give him a smile inresponse. His undershirt flew onto the bed. Then, he lookeddeeply into his mother’s eyes, and, with a slight shrug of hisbare shoulders, in a quick motion pushed his pants and jockeyshorts down together. Stepping out of them, he stood nude infront of her looking as embarrassed as only a teenager goingthrough puberty could be.It was right in front of her face. A smooth tube of flesh,arcing downward. About four inches long with just a small tuftof reddish-brown hair (the MacKenzie blood) above it. She knewwell from her experiences with James and, well, with at leastone other man, that it was about half way between soft and hard.She was glad they had chosen circumcision… My God, woman, hermind screamed, don’t stare, he’s your son!She looked up at his face, her cheeks crimson. He stared back,embarrassment, surprise, and that unfathomable something elseflitting across his features. He turned around and walkedtoward the shower. He glanced back once as he opened the showerdoor, catching her staring at is compact, teenage ass.She whirled away and tried to busy herself with some unpacking.Heaving the biggest suitcase onto the bed, she extracted anightgown and toiletries. But her body was reacting to herson’s maleness; and her gaze kept returning to the shower, wherethrough the clear sides she could see her son’s… her son’shandsome cock.She resolutely tried to keep her thoughts on the problems withthe room, their plans for tomorrow, anything! But, oh Jesus,now he’s soaping it, and the ball-sac beneath. Is it growing? Is he washing it or stroking it? Shit, he caught me lookingagain! She had forgotten that if she could look in below thedaisies, he could look out above the daisies. She quickly wentaround the bed so that as she worked her back was to him. Shecould feel the moistness in her crotch, though, and her nipplesached in their hardness. Finally, she heard the shower beingturned off and the shower door open.”Mom, could you get me a towel?” Towel? She glanced back at him in confusion and for the firsttime noticed that there was no rack on the stall. Her eyessearched dazedly around the room, and she saw that the towelswere hung by the sink on the other side of the bed. She movedback around the bed, got one, and turned to bring it to him. Act natural. Act natural.He was standing, facing her, an uncertain smile on his face. As she walked toward him, however, her eyes could not help butstray downward again, and, u*********sly, she licked hersuddenly parched lips. He reacted, automatically and strongly,and she realized by the tell-tale bouncy twitch of his manhoodthat he was involuntarily hardening. Her eyes came back upimmediately, but the damage was done. He tried to stifle agroan and moved both hands in front of his rising penis. Sheheld the towel out to him and turned away as soon as he took it.One of his shielding hands, however, had necessarily moved awayfrom his now almost completely upright organ to take the towel. As she turned, she saw out of the corner of her eye that he wasa man beyond his years.Six inches? Yes, at least. Not as big as his father, or, someothers, but really, he’s only thirteen. She stood still,frozen, staring vacantly at the far wall, the image of his stiffstaff burned into her consciousness as he dried himself a fewfeet behind her. Slowly, out of the daze that had befuddled her since dinner(she really shouldn’t have drunk that pint of ale!) the thoughtcrystalized that she would have to take the next shower. Oh,Liz, you stupid… ! She should have undressed while Jimmy wasshowering and d****d herself with a towel. Then, perhaps tellhim not to look while she was washing in the stall. Now what?Her son brushed by her (what was that rubbing against her hip?)and in one motion whipped the towel onto the bed and ploppeddown on his stomach on it, facing her. “Your turn, Ma. Thewater gets hot fast, so watch out.” He kept up a light patteras he looked up at her, but his white, firm buttocks, stillbrazenly bare, captured her attention.As if hypnotized, she kicked out of her shoes and unbuttonedher blouse. His small talk about the flight and their daytogether provoked automatic replies as she shed the blouse andopened her slacks. When she stepped out of her pants shesuddenly realized she was in her underwear standing less thanthree feet in front of her thirteen year old c***d. Her facereddened and she would have dived under the bed but for thewords that kept appearing in her mind: “Act natural.” Whatcould she do? Make him stand in the corridor wearing his towelwhile she bathed? Her body was, after all, nothing to beashamed of.She really didn’t look her thirty-two years. Her hair wasalmost black, and she had it cut pixie-short. Her upturned noseand small mouth made her face look almost adolescent, but herbody was mature. She still wore her light, wispy 34C bra, butit did nothing to hide her aroused dark brown nipples. Hergreat pride was that even with C-cup breasts, which looked hugeon her diminutive form, she needed no support. Oh, theybobbled, but did not sag at all. She could pass the pencil testeasily. Her waist was 21″, and her hips widened gracefully to33″ (34″ if she’d been sneaking desserts). Her translucentwhite panties were french-cut, in fact almost a thong in therear, and her shiny black pubic curls had been trimmed andpartially shaved to fit inside the panties’ sharp vee. Theshadowy dark patch of hair formed a perfect triangle pointingdown to where the wispy silk clung to her damp, swollen labia.Her legs were long in proportion to her short frame – her crotchwas almost at the same level as Jimmy’s when they stood side byside. To be succinct, she was the most beautiful and desirablefemale her young son could imagine.She realized she’d best get on with it, her underwear wasn’thiding anything anyway (act natural) so she reached to unhookher front-opening bra. Just as she undid the clasp, she noticedthat Jimmy’s butt had started flexing, pressing his hipsrhythmically into the towel. She suddenly felt like a stripperforced to perform for some Lodge smoker. As the expressiongoes, she lost it.”Jimmy! What in the world do you think you’re doing? Thissituation isn’t just an excuse for you rub yourself off on thebath towel. I’m your mother, for God’s sake, not some slut in aPenthouse magazine. Yes, a Penthouse magazine like those youhide under your bed when you’re not masturbating.” Jimmy’s headsnapped back as if she had slapped him. Tears formed in hiseyes. She began to realize that she had overdone it bymentioning the magazines. She had never meant to admit she knewabout that. It was his secret: every boy’s secret. But oncestarted, she couldn’t stop. It was as if all her fears andfrustrations burst out at once.”Roll over!” She pushed at his shoulder, and, in shock, hedocilely rolled onto his back. “I knew it. Can’t I trust youat all? Look at you. Don’t you have any self-control? You’redisgusting!” It was true that his young cock stood hard andswollen. The dark red of the pulsing corona and the shiny drop of precum testified to the height of his excitement. As helooked up at his furious mother, though, her now naked breastswaving in his face, he seemed to calm and his face suffused withsomething akin to anger.”Oh, yeah, mom. It’s all my fault I got a boner. I tried tomake up for you getting this crazy room by ignoring thesituation. But you kept looking and looking at my dick. Evensneaking peeks while I was showering. Now you’ve rolled me overso you can scope it out close up. Well, look, dammit,” hearched his back, thrusting his pelvis at her, “but if I stare alittle at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, please don’tthink I’m some kind of creep.” He lowered his eyes and sniffed.”I’m sorry about the Penthouses. Sometimes I just can’t helpwanting to… to jack off! I won’t do it any more.”It was like cold water splashing her face. She dropped to oneknee next to the bed and stroked his hair gently. “Jimmy, I’mso sorry. Oh, how could you ever forgive me. Of course youbecame excited. And when a man,” she emphasized the word ‘man’,”gets excited his penis gets… erect, whether he wants it to ornot. You couldn’t help it.” She took his face in her hands andgently kissed his brow. (He almost gasped at the feel of hersoft, naked tits against his shoulder and chest.) “You’reright, my darling son, I did stare at you. I was surprised andproud at how much of a man you’ve become. And thank you for thecompliment about my figure. But really, your old mom can’tcompete with the ‘young chicks.’ I’m enough of a realist toknow that.”He put his arm loosely around his mother’s shoulder, hoping shewould remain pressed against him. “No lie, Mother, if yourpicture was in Penthouse, they’d sell out, and all the men inAmerica would be walking around with hard-ons.”Liz MacKenzie laughed and squeezed Jimmy against her. “Nowdon’t fib, your nose will grow. And believe me, I don’t mind atall about the girlie magazines. If you didn’t masturbate I’dworry about you! I was just so frustrated and tired that I tookit all out on you. I deserve a spanking, not you… ” Hervoice trailed off.His chin was on her shoulder so she couldn’t see the change inhis expression at her words. His voice stayed meek and mild,however, as he asked, “So can we just try to be naturaltogether? Even if I can’t help getting excited now and then? I’ll try not to.”She was still feeling guilty and apologetic, so she had toaccede. “Of course, dear. We’ll just remember we’re mother andson. If you get an erection, I’ll just try to ignore it andtake it as a compliment.” It sounded reasonable, but she hadmisgivings even as she spoke. What was she getting herself into?She released him and straightened. Now she couldn’t be coy. She couldn’t make him turn around or look away. He faced herbut remained on his side, hard cock projecting from his groin.”Well, I might as well relieve the suspense,” she laughed hollowly.She threw her bra onto the bed next to Jimmy and bentto slide down her panties. He watched with concealed delight asher breasts hung wobbling and her Venus mound appeared.She stood erect, legs slightly apart. Arms raised and spread. His eyes fastened on her cunt lips, completely revealed due toher pubic trimming. They were slightly open, and thereddish-pink flesh inside peeked through. A sheen of moisturecovered the inner slit. “Well, here’s your ol’ ma, buck naked. Now if you’re donegawking why don’t you unpack your things while I get clean.”She pirouetted gracefully and strode toward the shower. Her young son almost came all over the bed watching her magnificentass flex and sway.Two people seemed to go very purposefully about their businessfor the next fifteen minutes. Liz MacKenzie washed her hair andscrubbed herself dutifully. But she kept her eyes either closedor downcast. She didn’t want to catch her son ogling her, anddeep down she knew he was. So she moved around in the shower,presenting each part of herself to his gaze, hoping that oncethe novelty had worn off, it WOULD be possible for them to benatural around each other.Jimmy MacKenzie busied himself unpacking, but his eyes neverleft his mother’s body. He was learning how desirable a womancould look wet and slick with soap. Her nipples were engorged -almost an inch long – and her pussy looked glistening andswollen. She even spread apart the lips as she washed, as ifshe wanted him to see her completely. He seemed to intuit thatshe would not glance up, that somehow she would be afraid ofcatching him. He thought briefly about jacking off. Jeez hewas horny! But u*********sly he realized that he would beletting his mother off the hook. Especially if she saw. Betterto keep her feeling that she was somehow responsible for hissexual frustration.When she finally finished, she saw that he had donned hisjockey shorts – she assumed he would sleep in them – and wasfetching a towel.”Oh, thanks, hon. I should have remembered.” She held a handout for it.He moved in closer to her, however, and gently pushed on hershoulder, turning her around. Before she had time to questionor protest, he had d****d her head with the heavy towel and wasfirmly rubbing, drying her hair. Her initial tensing at hisapproach was immediately replaced by tendrils of pleasure thatbegan in her scalp and flowed down her neck to her back thensurged through her whole body.”Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! Oh, Jesus, Jimmy. Your allowance just gotdoubled. Just do this for me every day of my life!”All the exhaustion and tension was pouring out of her, replacedby a heavenly lassitude. She made no protest when, her hairdried, he proceeded to dry her back. His strong hands, workingover the towel, kneaded her shoulders, provoking anothersensuous purr. As he worked down her back, she began to tense -he could see her white ass cheeks tighten and begin to clench -so he skipped down to her calves, drying and kneading. Sherelaxed again, but suddenly he sped up, rubbing from her kneesup her thighs, and before she could react, he was drying (andstill kneading, kneading, kneading) her soft, bare buttocks. After her acceptance of his original ministrations, she couldn’tfind the words to stop him now. How did he know that her asswas the key to her sexuality? He made a careful project of it:drying every inch, almost hurting as his fingers dug in. Heeven ran the towel, firmed by his fingers, down through hernether crack, then back up it again. She shivered in a confusedflurry of thoughts and sensations.When he softly pulled on her arm to turn her around, she couldtell he was squatting behind her, staring at the shaved regionsbetween her lags. She couldn’t let him… not her front! Sheturned enough to reach for the towel. “I think I’d better takeit from here, dear.” She tried to smile gently. “We’d betternot overdo this ‘natural’ thing.”He released the towel, blushing slightly. She faced him,shielded by the towel, and started to dry herself. He rose partway, then tried to crab backward toward the bed. In spite ofhis efforts, she could see his hard-on tenting out hisunderpants.She felt reassured by his boyish embarrassment. “Jimmy, wouldyou hand me my nightgown? It’s there on the pillow.”He turned his back with some relief and reached across the bedfor the gown. Grabbing it, he was turning to hand it to herwhen it unfolded in his grasp. He paused and examined the long,bulky garment.”Mom, its summer. Why do you want to wear this flannel thing. Look, long sleeves and it will reach your ankles. Did you planthis so you’d be all covered up with me only in my underpants.” He straightened, showing graphically that his erection hadn’tcompletely disappeared.”It’s what I brought along, let’s leave it at that. It’s whatI want to wear.””Look. It’s still got the price tag on it. $7.95 at Walmart? Since when are you buying clothes there? And why did you buythis special for our summer vacation? What do you usually wearto bed? That would be more fair!”She didn’t want to answer any of his questions. Yes, she hadbought the flannel gowns for this trip to cover herselfcompletely. She didn’t plan ever to wear them again so shebought cheap ones. And she certainly didn’t want to admit thatshe had slept naked for years and years, ever since…”Look, Jimmy, just to keep the peace and get some sleep, I’llsleep in my underwear just like you.” She passed a hand overher eyes. She shouldn’t, but couldn’t bear another argument. “Hand me my bra and panties and let’s get to bed.”As her son turned to the bed again she couldn’t see the gleamin his eye and the hint of a smile on his face. He had movedthe suitcase off the bed and placed her flimsy undergarmentsprominently on the quilt. He picked one garment up with eachhand and eyed the bra critically.”You’re not going to bother with this, are you, mom? I saw thelines it made on your skin when you took it off. And I’m onlywearing one thing. To be fair… “”Damn it, Jimmy, why do you have to push it. All right!” Shewas close to screaming. Please just let me sleep! “I’ll justwear the panties. You’re not fooling me though, mister, youjust want to see my boobs.”She drew on the sexy panties as Jimmy got under the covers. She walked around the tiny room, turning out lights, knowingthat her suddenly sex-crazed (no, that was unfair) that heryoung son coming to grips with the reality of sex was watchingevery bounce of her big breasts, every twitch of her ripplingbutt. With a sigh of relief she slid under the covers. Onemore thing to make clear.”Jimmy, this was never supposed to happen, us sleeping in thesame bed. There’s bound to be some contact as we roll over inour sleep, we’ll have to live with that. But if I wake to findeven one finger of yours touching where it shouldn’t, you’resleeping on the floor for the two nights. Is that clear?””Yes, mom.” Timidly. Two full minutes of silence, then: “CanI ask one question?””Yes, dear.” Said with a tired sigh.”When men get excited by a girl, they get hard-ons. They can’tstop it. Does something like that happen to a girl when shegets excited by a man? I’m not trying to be dirty, mom, Ireally want to know.”What could she say? It was a reasonable question, especiallywith the problems he had had that evening. She was his onlyparent now that James was out of the picture, solely responsiblefor his sex education.”Things do happen to women, Jimmy, but they’re less apparent. A lot of the time a woman’s nipples will enlarge. She’ll getlittle hard-ons on her breasts.” She giggled with him. “Whatreally shows that a woman is aroused, though, is moistness orwetness in her vagina. It’s called secreting, and when a womanis extremely excited it can even leak out on her labia and ontoher inner thighs.” Whew. Her own secretions had startedflowing just from talking aloud about it.”Oh. Thanks, mom.” She sensed him turning onto his side to go to sleep. That’sit? ‘Thanks, mom’? She had sweated bullets talking to athirteen year old boy about what hot, horny cunts are like andall it’s worth is ‘Oh’? A weird ending to a weird day. Sheclosed her tired eyes and tried to quell those fiery tinglingsin her crotch.From [email protected] Thu Feb 06 16:10:17 1997Newsgroups: alt.sex.storiesSubject: Story * An English Vacation 2/7*From: [email protected] (123k**)Date: Thu, 06 Feb 1997 21:10:17 GMT****************************************** I’m not the author ********* 123k** *****************************************Subject: An English Vacation, Ch.2, mfFrom: [email protected] ENGLISH VACATIONby Irving WashingtonII. A New DayThree male faces loomed before her, each grim. The counten-ances were shadowed but terrifyingly familiar. She could make outthat they differed greatly in age.”Naughty! Naughty girl!”The words echoed from three mouths as she stood cowering infront of them, head lowered in shame. She wore a simple girlishdress with a short flared skirt, white cotton anklets and patentleather shoes. She could feel she was naked beneath the thin dress.The booming voices sent chills of fear and excitement down herspine to her rear sphincter which clenched spasmodically. Sheopened her mouth to protest, to beg, to plead that she hadn’t doneanything wrong, that she wasn’t being naughty…And was shaken awake by the bed bouncing beneath her.It was already light, but the red digits on the bedside clockshowed 5:30. From some stray memory synapse her mind made precisethe time as A.M., Greenwich Time. That connection caused memoriesto slowly slide into place in her sleepy brain as the vivid dreamlost its hold and faded. She was left with the mysteriouslyvibrating bed.Liz MacKenzie turned toward the boy sleeping next to her. He wason his stomach, mouth open, with almost a grimace distorting hisfeatures. The quilt had been pushed down and she could see hisunderwear-clad hips grinding rapidly into the mattress. Hisbreathing became rapid barking gasps as his hand pushed under himtoward his abdomen.She almost panicked, almost grabbed and shook him or screamedfor help or something equally stupid. Just in time she realizedthat for the first time in her life she was witnessing a male inthe grips of a wet dream. It was something she had always tried toimagine in her erotic thoughts about men. She watched in arousedsilence as the pace frenzied, he stiffened, and then his hipsrammed into the bed and he growled out his climax. She suddenlydesperately wanted to use her fingers, a pillow, anything, toduplicate for her awake and almost painfully stimulated self whather son had just done asleep.Fortunately, he stayed asleep, so she had time to collect herthoughts. To her credit, even though she knew he had u*********slymasturbated in i****tuous lust for her body, she never felt angry,but instead sympathized immediately. The night before he had viewedher entire body, had rubbed and caressed her nakedness through atowel. He had seen things and done things beyond the wildest dreamsof a thirteen year old boy. She was surprised he had been able tosleep at all without relief. She certainly had had trouble. And nowhe’s going to wake up to damp embarrassment with no way to hide it.She tried to think of how she could pretend nothing had happened,or be out of bed when he got up. She decided that nothing likethat would work. Well, she was intimately involved, was his mother,and was placed in a situation where only openness could possiblywork. So she laid back, closed her eyes, and tried to get a littlemore sleep before he awoke.She only dozed, her mind filled with thoughts and memories thatdid nothing to alleviate the sexual ache in her body. It was stillonly about 6:00 A.M. when she felt purposeful movement against herhip. Then a mournful groan and a loud whisper:”Shit!”He had turned onto his back, their sides touching. She rolledtoward him and lifted herself on an elbow. Now her pelvis waspressed against his side and one bare breast rested on hisshoulder. She suddenly realized she was presenting him with acloseup view of her naked chest, but she didn’t want to make eitherof them self-conscious by squirming away at this particular moment.”Good morning, son. It gets light early here, doesn’t it?”He mumbled a reply. She could tell that he was trapped betweenthe desire to move away so she wouldn’t feel the sticky wetness ofhis shame, or to snuggle closer against that nipple which was hotagainst his flesh.”Jimmy, I know what happened.” She touched his briefs. He jerkedas if a live wire had touched him. “Believe me, there’s nothing tobe ashamed of. It happens to all virile young men, especially aftera sexually frustrating night.””Aawww, mom.” He first made as if to turn away, hands coveringhis groin, but then realized he had the excuse to cuddle. He movedhis head toward her, placing his cheek against her lower breastwhile his breath ignited lustful embers in her upper one. Sheflushed as he watched a nipple swell and harden.She breathed deeply but didn’t move away. “Now listen. Nodamage has been done except to a pair of underpants which I will behappy to wash out for you. Now stay exactly as you are, young man,and that’s an order.”She drew away from him and rose from the bed, still nearlynaked. The sink was on her side so she merely turned to it, tooka wash rag, and wetted it thoroughly with warm water. During thenight her french cut panties had drawn up completely into herbuttocks furrow, so Jimmy had a magnificent view. She wondered whyshe had put on this particular pair of panties, panties she usuallyonly wore when they were likely to be admired. Returning to thebed, she knelt over her wide-eyed son, placed the rag on hisstomach and gently started pulling down his sticky jockey shorts.”Mom!” But he remained motionless, only closing his eyes.She tugged the briefs off his feet and threw them into the sink. Then, reclaiming the washcloth, she began to gently wash hisabdomen and smooth, boyish sex organs. Her original intention wasto give him reassurance and motherly care, but from the firstmoment her fingers touched his secret flesh another part of herbeing took over. She somehow resisted an almost overpowering urgeto kiss his limp penis, but could not keep from stroking andpetting it with her soft fingers as well as with the cloth.The fact that only thirty minutes had passed since his lastclimax meant nothing to a thirteen year old adolescent with abeautiful, almost-naked woman’s deft hands caressing him. Jimmy’shead came up and his eyes gaped as his mother lifted his cock withone hand, alternately squeezing and tickling it, and spread thewarm cloth around his balls with the other. He was hard again inseconds. Her expression didn’t change – even though her pulse ratedoubled – as she held the stiff member up by its base and gently,but oh so thoroughly, bathed it.”There, I think that’s got you clean. Just a second, I’ll geta towel.”Her eyes never left his groin as she tossed the rag in the sinkand found a hand towel. She came back and wrapped him in the terrycloth, then gently rubbed and rubbed and rubbed to dry him off.Finally she squeezed the towel encircling his hard cock, thenpulled up firmly to complete the job. As the rough terry clothslid up and off he almost ‘came’ along with it. A moment of silencefollowed as his breathing slowed down. Both of them seemedhypnotized by his pulsing cock.”Mom, jeez,” he looked at her naked breasts, her revealingpanties, “I guess I should thank you. That really felt… God, itfelt good. But what do I do now? If I even last till tonight it’sgoing to happen again. But, Mom, I don’t think I can last untiltonight.”She slowly drifted out of her sensual haze and returned tomother mode.Oh, damn. She felt her color rise: what had she been thinkingof? If she had washed it immediately, while he was still sated…No, with a teenager there’s probably zero recovery time. Each timeI do something it gets me in deeper and deeper. Now he was closeto demanding that some sort of sexual activity occur.”I’m sorry, Jimmy, I didn’t think. I just didn’t want you to beembarrassed. This is going to sound completely crazy, but we’llhave to change the rules so masturbation is allowed. No, not justallowed, encouraged. If you want to, well, ‘jack off’ now. Feelfree. We can’t have you walking around like that all day, theseBritish girls would steal you away from me.” She tried to smilewhile his expression became unfathomable. He almost looked like achess master working out strategies many moves in the future.”Really? It’s okay?” His face became, too suddenly, youthfulagain. His expression resolved into innocent puzzlement. “Do girlsmistibate too? Cause I can see that you’re excited just like me.”Her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her torso toshield herself. “Jimmy! How dare you!” But she looked down and sawthat all the signs that she had taught him were visible. Nipplesstiff as soldiers, and her panties! She’d have to wash them alongwith his cum-stained shorts. Between her spread thighs the wholeshield area was discolored and visibly damp. She dropped her arms,defeated – to the relief of her son, who was knew there was apossibility that she would blow her top again.”Yes, Jimmy,” she breathed deeply, “women do mASTURbate. And,yes, I guess I’ve become sexually excited handling you. But I don’tthink it would be a good idea at all for me to do… things… infront of you. Remember, I’m your mother, and you’re only thirteen.””Well then, remember, I’m your son, Mom! Do you think it wouldbe easy for me to beat my meat with you just watching? And you needto do it as bad as me, don’t you? You didn’t have a wet dream, andyou were excited last night, too. I saw!”He beamed at his youthful logic. When his mother didn’t reply,but only stared blankly at him, he sensed correctly that he had wonif he proceeded without reawakening her sense of responsibility.He gently put his hands on her shoulders and moved her down ontoher back next to him on the bed. No resistance. So he sat up and,grasping the sides of her panties in his two hands, slid them downher body. As he pulled them away from her crotch he could feel thewet stickiness attempting to hold them in place. His mother feltit, too, and she seemed to surrender to the evidence of her secret,burning lust, lifting her hips and legs to help him.He tossed the garment next to his in the sink.He moved her legs apart, displaying her sex as fully as in thePenthouse photos he loved. He was happy she trimmed her pubic hairaway from her snatch, like most of the Pets did. He knew thelittle knob near the top of her damp lips was called a clit. And itwas bigger and redder than it had been last night.He heard what sounded like a stifled sob in her throat.Lifting her far hand, he placed it on her mound and d****d itsfingers down onto her pussy. The close hand he placed on hertittie.”Show me, mom.” He whispered. “Show me what girls do.”As if a robot under voice control, her hands started to move. Hesaw her stroke her breast delicately, then work at her nipple withthe tips of her fingers. Small, pimple-like bumps covered heraureole around the stiff nipple. Soon she was pinching and pullingat the dark central nubbin, harder and harder. She groaned but keptat it, seemingly in a trance.At the same time her other hand began moving, her fingerslightly skipping over the whole region from her navel, down to herpelvic bones and pubic hair, around her swollen pussy lips and ontoher inner thighs. After what seemed to be minutes of this teasing,her three middle fingers began concentrating on the lips, themiddle one lightly stroking up over the red swollen button – herclit! The other two started to press against the sides of theclit’s sheath as she concentrated on this area exclusively. Theywere always talking about ‘clits’ in Penthouse Letters. Accordingto the letter writers, it was what really turned a chick on. Andboy, it was working on his mother! Her hips were beginning to movein rhythm with her stroking.The surprising success of his gambit so far made him want to trymore. Her eyes were now open, but she was staring at the ceiling,as if trying to convince herself she was alone. She felt his handgently pull hers away from her tit. He laid this arm along her sidebetween their close bodies, and as it relaxed, he moved slightly sothe back of her hand rested against his hard prick. She felt one ofhis hands start to knead the soft, full breast her hand hadabandoned, and she shook her head no, but her other hand keptpressing and teasing her aroused clitoris. When he pulled thathand away, stopping her now compulsive masturbation, he had to tugfirmly as she groaned and resisted. He drew it up to her far breastwhere it automatically began copying the motions of his caressinghand, tweaking the engorged nipple with three fingers.Now his free hand moved to her belly. The skin – his mother’sdelicate skin! – was wonderfully soft and smooth. Her stomachmuscles rippled and she groaned “Nnnnooooo” at his touch, but hecopied her earlier touches until his fingers were gently brushingher inner thighs and perineum. He concentrated on this region, eventickling her anus briefly, then moved up with three fingers, as hehad watched her do, onto her labia and to her clitoris. He pressedthe nub with his middle finger, then released and squeezed thesides with index and ring fingers, repeating this patternrhythmically, until her pelvis again began to move in response. Hisexplorations were not complete, however. He decided to solve THEpuzzle.The ultimate adolescent boy’s question has always been ‘Where’sthe fuck-hole?” There has to be one, but even the spread shots inthe girlie magazines don’t show any way a big hard dick could getup inside the girl. Jimmy had to find out. His three fingers moveddown his mother’s slit, pressing inward, and suddenly, amazingly,they were sucked into a wet, clinging pit!”Aaaaahhhh!! Jimmy! NO! You can’t do that!” But she wasn’tscreaming, just whispering loudly, her head shaking rapidly backand forth, but her eyes still blankly focused on the plasterceiling.He knew enough not to take her at her word. She was absolvingherself from responsibility as his mother, nothing more. Instead heremoved his other hand from her breast and used it to wrap her freehand around his hard cock. She grasped it with a fervor that wasalmost painful to him. As he began moving his fingers in and out ofher foaming cunt, she kept up a counterpoint on his rigid dick.After just a few seconds, he knew he would cum if she continued. He moved her hand down from his cock to his balls. “Slow down alittle, mom. This is the most awesome thing ever to happen to me -with the sexiest broad in the world. I don’t want to shoot rightaway.”Impulsively he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lipswhile wiggling his fingers in her hot hole. She emitted a gutturalsigh and pulled him down onto her, kissing him passionately withopen lips and invading tongue. He learned quickly, and they stayedentwined, his fingers driving deeper and deeper, again and againinto her splayed cunt. Meanwhile, with womanly expertise, herfingers gently touched and teased, stroked and squeezed his innerthighs, balls, and throbbing prick.Finally, her hip movements became frenzied. Strange sounds camefrom the back of her throat. She closed her fist on his iron-hardcock and pistoned rapidly up and down. He matched her motion,keeping his fingers slightly spread and stiff as they rammed intoher. As he felt the sperm rising inexorably from his balls, hismother’s hips rose a foot – no, two feet! – off the bed and hercunt gaped so wide his fingers couldn’t feel the sides. Her facewas a grimace as she tried to stifle a scream.”Ooohhhh! G-g-godddd! M-m-m-mommm!” His cry couldn’t be stifledas an explosion of his cum spurted violently all the way up to herchin with such force that it splattered. Then her inner musclescontracted mightily and squeezed his invading hand like a vise.Gasping, she opened again just as he shot a second wad onto herbreasts. Their mutual contractions kept on and on and on… untilhers diminished to twitches of her pelvis, and his to dribblingsonto her belly.He flopped down onto his back, completely spent. They lay sideby side, afraid to look at each other, as their breathing returnedto normal.”Jimmy…” Her voice trailed off. She could think of nothing tosay, no way to give voice to the turmoil of emotions she felt.After a few minutes – an eternity to both of them his hand edgedslowly to hers and gently held it. She squeezed. He squeezed inreturn. Their communication complete, both closed their eyes andslept as the new day brightened around them.From [email protected] Thu Feb 06 16:10:21 1997Newsgroups: alt.sex.storiesSubject: Story * An English Vacation 3/7*From: [email protected] (123k**)Date: Thu, 06 Feb 1997 21:10:21 GMT****************************************** I’m not the author ********* 123k** *****************************************~Subject: An English Vacation, Chapter 3 (Mf – REPOST)~From: [email protected]* * * * * * * *An English Vacation3. Coup d’EtatWhen Liz MacKenzie awoke it was nearly eight o’clock. She wasstill sprawled on her back, but Jimmy had rolled into a fetalposition, his back to her. She decided to let him sleep – she hadlaundry to do.She smiled. She hadn’t had this kind of laundry since herhoneymoon f******n years ago. She rose, stretching, and looked downat herself. Dried cum. She’d wait and shower later. Jimmy wouldfeel cheated if he didn’t get to watch…Hmmm, she shouldn’t think that way, but on this particularmorning, what the hell!As she ran the basin full of hot water and scrubbed theunderwear, she began dancing from one foot to the other. Damn.Bathroom two doors down and I’m buck naked. She wrung out thepanties and jockey underpants and d****d them on the towel rod. Hereyes searched the room for something to slip on quickly. Flannelnightgown: no, Jimmy might think she was reneging on her promise.Her blouse and pants: too much trouble. How about a naked dash. Shegiggled silently. When she was still with her former husband Jamesshe’d probably have ended up walking slowly and deliberately downthe corridor absolutely naked, embarrassed to death but directed togreet anyone with a smiling “Good Morning.” A tremor ran down herspine, finishing at her clenching anus. That part of her life wasover.What about Jimmy’s shirt? It had tails, fore and aft, and shewas shorter than he, especially through the torso. It would covereverything vital. She quickly donned the shirt, feeling wicked andshameless. Except for some tightness across her chest (she hadtrouble buttoning two of the buttons), and the fact that it didn’tbutton all the way down, so it might just flutter apart exposingher matted mound, it seemed to be okay. And she had no time tochange her mind. Oh, God, if the bathroom is in use, the corridor’sgoing to have a wet carpet.She opened the door and remembered just in time to take the key.With a deep breath she drew her head up and shoulders back. She wasroguishly determined not to look down at the condition of theshirt- flaps. She marched slowly to the lavatory, entering it andclosing the door softly behind her.. The room was free, so she satand emptied herself with a sigh of relief. Exiting the bathroom,she started to retrace her steps. Behind her, she heard a dooropening. Was the tail covering her? It felt like it was, but thehem of the shirt rose up on her sides worse than a French cutbathing suit. Her hipbones were exposed. She continued her slow,stately walk down the hall. Could the person see? Did he realizethat she had nothing on under the shirt? After an eternity, shereached her door and tried to insert the key without bending. Thelock turned. She opened the door…And tripped on the sill, tumbling onto the bed, bare ass high inthe air.Jimmy awoke with a start as his mother’s body hit his legs. Helooked down toward the foot of the bed in time to see her scrabbledown onto the floor, crawl with her pretty, naked tail wagging, andclose the open door.He finally got the whole story out of his embarrassed parent.His poorly stifled laughter was infectious, and Liz finally joinedher son in giggly speculation on what had gone through the mysteryspectator’s mind during her ‘performance’.By the time they calmed down, Jimmy was fidgeting with the needto piss, but his mother decided – to his disappointment – that theshirt would not adequately conceal his dangling member. So hedonned his pants and hurried down the hall. When he returned theytook turns showering (and watching). Jimmy insisted on drying hismother’s body slowly and thoroughly. There was no question thistime of who would dry her front. He noted to her that one smallarea (between her legs) kept getting wet, no matter how many timeshe dried it, but she pushed away his invading fingers, insistingthat they simply couldn’t spend their entire vacation in onecontinuous orgy. With a melodramatic groan, the boy stuffed hislatest erection into his briefs. They dressed and went down tobreakfast.A full English breakfast is a feast, and the innkeeper, a bulkybut not particularly fat man in his forties, was particularlysolicitous of the American mother and son. He went out of his wayto ask if their DOUBLE room had been satisfactory. His grin almostbecame a leer when Jimmy assured him the two of them had had awonderful night together, while Liz shrank, blushing, into herchair. She almost choked on her bacon when the man added that hewas pleased that they had had no trouble finding the toilet in themorning. He winked at Jimmy as he commented that he would have tofix that door sill.Gathering up their camera, umbrellas, and other tourist gear,they set out to see Stratford and the surrounding countryside. Theday was warm and stayed fair – a ‘glorious’ day as the Englishwould phrase it – and aside from the usual problems that foreignershave driving the British roads, their sightseeing was mostsatisfactory. Stratford was a disappointment, even to Liz, so theyquickly got out of that tourist trap and headed down toward theCotswolds.As the day progressed, however, Liz had more and more misgivingsabout the events of the preceding night and morning. She wassensible enough to realize that she wasn’t some monster sexuallyabusing her c***d. Perhaps some thirteen year old girls needed tobe protected from some adult men (she wasn’t even sure of that),but any thirteen year old boy worth his salt would give ‘his leftnut’ (she smiled to herself at the male phrase she had picked up atsome unremembered occasion during her own adolescence) to do whatJimmy had done with ANY female between 11 and 40. No, it wasn’tsocietal taboos. The main problem was that she had lost the controlshe needed as his mother. She could still feel his gentle but sofirm hands directing hers that morning in bed. She had been like amarionette on strings, doing and even feeling exactly what herpuppeteer wanted her to.She had spent so much of her life controlled by others… Shehad thought she was free… Didn’t she really want freedom?Late in the afternoon, they walked along a public footpathbetween two fields. The breeze was cool, the vistas were splendid,and there didn’t seem to be another human being for miles. Jimmytook her hand gently and walked beside her. A few minutes later,however, his arm slipped around her waist; and as they crested ahill and paused to enjoy the view, he gently but firmly pulled herto him. His open lips approached her mouth, his hands slid downfrom her waist to clasp her yielding buttocks, pulling them apartas he squeezed one, then the other. The sensations were soimmediate and strong she almost surrendered to her ardent son. Withan effort of will, however, she smoothly turned her mouth aside,brushing his warm lips. She gave him a motherly peck on his cheek,and simultaneously pirouetted from his grasp. She mumbled a smilingadmonition about being more careful in public, but her troubledmind kept returning to the coming night in that tiny room. In thatdouble bed!The last straw came at dinner that evening. They had stopped ata small restaurant recommended by their tourist guidebook. As theywere eating dessert, Jimmy started chattering eagerly: No need forclothes in the room, huh, Ma? I bet neither of us goes to sleephorny tonight (a leer and a quick caress of her knee under thetable). We might as well wait and shower after – although I’dreally get turned on watching you soaping yourself before, Mom.Not wanting a confrontation in front of bystanders, Liz kept asmile on her face. Her only contributions to his impassioned talkwere frequent pleas with him to lower his voice. As they walked tothe car after she had paid their check, she finally began to voiceher reservations about their conduct the previous night.During the short drive to the inn and as they mounted the stairsto their room, she explained over and over that what had happenedthe night before was not really wrong, but she had a responsibilityto be his mother first, and that was incompatible with being hislover. She tried to preserve his ego by stressing that if he actedas maturely and sensually with his future girlfriends as he hadwith her that morning, he would be the most popular guy in hisschool. She emphasized that she had enjoyed it, he had enjoyed it,but they must both allow it to fade into a beautiful memory. Asthey walked down the corridor, she told him that they would have todiscuss and agree on new rules of conduct for their last night’sstay in this small room.Throughout her speech, Jimmy made no argument. He seemedinterested, but in a strangely remote way, in what she had to say.As he closed the door behind them after they entered the tiny room,he finally spoke, his adolescent voice pitched unusually low butthunderous to his mother’s ears…”Has LIZZY-BUTT been a naughty little girl?”Elizabeth MacKenzie froze, her back to her son. Her knees almostbuckled as she heard the words that had ruled her youth. In hermind she became eleven years old again, although the ritual wentback much further than that… back to before she could evenremember. The particular time that her mind was reliving she hadbeen ordered into her father’s dark, paneled study, and from behindher back as he closed the door, her father had spoken the samewords her son spoke now. There had never been more than oneacceptable answer then. She could not keep from repeating itdutifully now.”Y-y-yes, sir, I’ve been a naughty girl.”Jimmy walked around her and sat at the bottom of the bed. He wasattempting to keep his demeanor severe, but there was a hint of awein his eyes – awe that it had been so easy: that the simplequestion he had uttered had changed the female in front of him froma lecturing, confident adult to a humble, cowering c***d withstooped shoulders and downcast eyes.She knew her part in this, and was completely conditioned toplay it, but she ventured one query outside the script. She had toknow. “Did James tell you about this when you visited him?” Hervoice was soft, timorous. Her former husband was the only otherperson who knew, who understood.”Father explained enough so that I could take over for him andfor Grandpa. But no more of that. What naughty things hasLizzy-Butt done?”This was the question she hated most. Sometimes her Daddy hadknown something she had done. In that case, she had better confessit, or be punished until she did, then get a double dose for notadmitting it immediately. Often she didn’t know of anything bad shehad done. If she made up something really naughty the punishmentcould be severe. But if she made up something fairly innocent hemight keep pumping her for more. Once she had ‘confessed’ to awhole list of sins, and he had merely patted her head and told herthat she hadn’t been too bad and skipped to the part after thequeerly exciting pain. She had tried to be especially pleasing tohim that evening, but had felt a peculiar hollow feeling as if shehad somehow not met his expectations.In this case she didn’t have to think long. Jimmy certainlywouldn’t consider their nudity or sexual contacts as wrong.”I gave you reason to think we could… do s-s-sex thingstogether. Then I would tell you we couldn’t. I wasn’t f-f-fair orhonest last night or today.””That’s all? What about reserving this particular kind of room- and that underwear you had on yesterday wasn’t what you’d wear tochurch!””I really don’t know. I’ve been thinking about that all day.”She took a deep breath. “I guess I wanted you to see me assomething other than a thirty-something year old mother.””Do you know what men call girls like you?” His voice was harsh,but his eyes were on her body, not her face.She was lost, what did he want her to say? “I don’t know, Jimmy.I’m sorry for what I did.””First, never call me Jimmy again. In public you can say ‘Jim’or ‘my son’, but in a respectful tone of voice. When we’re alonelike this I think you should give me an English title – you must’vechose this country for some reason. Call me ‘Lord’. Dad said he was’Master’. Do you understand?”Could she make herself call her thirteen year old son ‘Lord’?Should she?”Yes… my Lord.”She had passed beyond the pale. She had belonged body and soulto her father, then to her husband, now… now to her son. Threemen. She remembered last night’s dream. Was this her wish allalong?”Second, you do know the answer to my question, and I’ll giveyou one more chance to tell me what people call someone who actslike you did.” His rephrasing of the question allowed the penny todrop in her dazed mind. “A w-wom… girl like me is called aprick-tease… ” the hesitation grew into a dead pause. The boywaited. “… my L-L-Lord.””What are you, mother?””I’m a prick-tease, s-s… Lord.””Should you be punished, prick-tease?” His smile was almostevil. He knew now she was his helpless slave.”Yes, my Lord.””I’m waiting.”He had learned the lines well. The ritual called for her to bareherself from the waist down. It was worst when she wore a dress orbody- stocking. Fortunately she was dressed in slacks. She slowlypushed them down her legs. Although she had pranced about the roomnaked in the early morning light, stripping like this, under theglaring ceiling bulb, under duress, was humiliating. Her cottonpanties followed her slacks, and she stepped out of both. She stoodhumbly, fuzzy pubic triangle on display in front of her son. As shestared down at it, she saw to her complete mortification that itglistened with her need.”Over my lap.” He picked a corner of the bed and sat so that thewidth of the bed was on his left.She moved around and lay across him, feet on the floor, thighsand pelvis across his lap, upper torso and head on the bed.Automatically she assumed the posture dictated by her father longago. She locked her knees and spread her legs. This served to archher back and present her soft ripe rump slightly in the air. Italso opened her, exposing her two most personal orifices to thespanker’s eye.”Wow!” Jim was ‘Lord’ but he was still an adolescent. He was inheaven. He owned this gorgeous ass! His hands stroked the soft, yetfirm flesh. He ran a finger of his left hand from her coccyx downthe crack to the dark asterisk of her anus. Her pelvis shrank fromhim briefly as she gave an almost inaudible bleat, then slowly roseback up to contact his exploring digit. From her c***dhood on hersexuality had been centered in her rear. The touches, thespankings, the… rest. Her father’s touch, her husband’s, finallynow her son’s all left her flushed and panting.Jim left that finger in place, tickling and teasing, and slidhis other hand down onto the backs of her thighs, then up theirinner surfaces. When he reached her slightly opened outer labia,all his pretty mother did was shudder in surrender.”Hey, Mom, you’re wetter that you were this morning. You mustreally get off on being punished.”The “Wow!” hurt her soul. How could her former husband have donethis to her! This was just a very young adolescent and she wasforced to consent to him probing her secret female places. The manwas crazy, criminal! But her hips rolled and bucked as her son’sfingers found her clitoris. Her eyes briefly teared. Perhaps somepsychologist bahis siteleri can figure me out and put me on Oprah. I can’t helpbeing this way!”Dad told me that you were still in charge for parent stuff. Ican’t just decide to start driving the car or anything like that.I’ve got a letter for you from him that you can read later. But hesaid you’d get off on being a slave, and I can see he was right!”He held his fingers, moistened from her rut, in front of her nose.”Well, naughty girl, I guess you’re waiting for your spanking.With all that noise in the pub downstairs, nobody’s going to noticea few slaps.” His hands left off their obscene investigations.Immediately she sensed the familiar air movement, the slight whooshof a spanking hand, and her left buttock resounded with his firsthard slap. And hard it was! He was only thirteen but it seemed tosting worse than the spanks she had received from large muscularmen.Jim had been given a lot of advice by his dad. He had learnedthat a ‘Master’ should never let up, never be gentle thinking aboutthe soft, vulnerable flesh in front of him. He had to convince thismature woman lying across his lap that he was a Man. She had tolearn to fear his anger. Then she truly would be his.The punishing slaps slammed down in measured cadence, back andforth from cheek to cheek. He stopped after fifteen, his handstinging, her ass crimsoned. Next time he must remember to make hismother keep count.She sighed with relief as his hands went back to their softcaresses. She hurt with stinging pain and knew her hinds were fieryred, but thought that it wasn’t too bad. To her dismay andembarrassment the thought ran through her mind: ‘Now he will fuckme, he’ll scratch his rosy-assed mommy’s horny itch.’ Her bodytingled even as she tried erase the forbidden thought.But again the hands left off their roaming. CRRAACCCKK! His hardpalm and stiff fingers left another pale white imprint on thecrimsoned cheek. This time he worked his way down to the backs ofher thighs, pausing between spanks just long enough for the pain topeak. Soon she was making mournful yipping noises after each swat.He could see tears running down her flushed cheeks. He stoppedagain.This time his stiffened fingers began probing into her holes.Three fingers explored her dripping cunt, a wriggling thumb reamedher asshole. She gasped out one anguished “Noooo!” but soon wasrhythmically pressing her belly against the hard spear under hisjeans. A third time the hands abandoned her. The punishmentresumed. Impossibly, he had held something in reserve, his arm wasswinging harder than she had thought possible. Each of these HURT,HURT, HURT. She began babbling, begging, crying for him to stop.She swore she would never be naughty again, would never be aprick-tease again, would be his slave.When he stopped again, he spoke.”That’s forty-five. You’re due fifty. The last five will all goon one ass-cheek. You choose which one.””Oh, God, Jimmy, please, no more.” She was gibbering. Herfingernails were digging into her palms. “Please! My whole rear endwill be one big bruise tomorrow. Don’t make me choose!””I’m afraid you made two big mistakes there, my sexy Mommy.””Whhaa… Oh, no, really, I didn’t mean to call you ‘Jimmy,’ myLord. Please, Lord, I can’t think. I hurt so much!””That was your first mistake. I warned you about using thatname. The penalty is another whole round of fifteen. I’ll try tokeep to your thighs, since you’re so worried about your preciousass.”When the first blow came down she started to sob in earnest,gasping at each savage stroke (how could he keep hitting so hard?).About halfway through, however, Jim noticed that although thecrying escalated, at each spank her knees bent and thenstraightened, propelling her thighs and buttocks upward to meet thenext one. Finally, the volley ended. Her legs quivered from thetension and strain.”Your second mistake was not choosing between your left andright cheeks. I guess I’ll have to give five more to each of them.”There were no pleas or complaints, but her whole body sagged.She had no more strength to struggle against her fate.With a final effort she pushed her punished ass into the air toreceive the blows. “I-I-I’ll try t-t-to h-h-hold myself up f-forthese, but I’m s-s-so exhausted, and I h-h-hurt so m-m-much.””I’ll tell you what. If you want I’ll postpone your final tenuntil tomorrow morning. But the ten I give you then won’t be withjust my hand. I suggest you choose this time, unless you want bothagain.”She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t know what he had in mind, butANY delay was preferable to more punishment on her bruised andbeaten butt. “Please, my Lord, I would like you to finishtomorrow.””Fine, my arm’s tired anyway. Get up! I want you naked,Lizzy-Butt!”She staggered to her feet and peeled her upper clothing off.Meanwhile, Jim had also begun stripping.”Spread your legs and play with your naughty cunt while I finishundressing, my dearest mother, I want you nice and juicy for myfirst fuck.”Liz’s legs automatically drew apart and her fingers attacked herclit. The fire on her backside and thighs had spread to her crotchas it always did. But the phrase ‘first fuck’ rang in her head.Yes, she wanted to, needed to have sex. Her body cried out forsatisfaction. But with her son! Her son who had never had sex witha girl before. This was i*****l, immoral… terrifying!Jim finished undressing and flopped on the bed on his back, hispulsing erect cock rising at an angle toward his chest. “Are youready, prick- tease? Is your little pussy ready to swallow myprick? Are you a horny bitch?””Yes, my Lord.” She moved toward the bed.”Wait a minute. Yes, What?” He idly stroked his balls.She stopped and took a deep breath. “Yes, Lord. This littleprick- tease is ready. My little pussy is ready to swallow yourprick. I-I-I’m a h-h-horny bitch.” Her use of the vulgar languagetoward her son sent a spear of shame – and excitement – throughher, while causing Jim to giggle in adolescent glee.”Good. Now come up here and slide that cunt down on my cock. Youcan do all the work, and you had better be good.” His grin waswide. He was almost laughing. “Dad says Lizzy-Butt screws betterthan a thousand dollar whore.”Hopeful to avoid any further humiliation (although it was niceto know her former husband still thought ‘highly’ of her), shequickly climbed up on the bed over him. He was forcing her toinitiate the action… to fuck him. But he was also being kind. Sheknew from experience how much it would hurt if she were on her backwith her sore buns pressed into the bed. As she looked down on hisslim, almost hairless body, she couldn’t help lowering her head togive his hard organ a quick kiss. “You may punish me for sayingthis, but, Jimmy, I love you so much.”Briefly, her son’s face softened and his eyes shone, but quicklyhe regained his composure. “Then prove it, prick-tease!” He archedhis pelvis toward her meaningfully.She knelt upright with one knee on either side of his chest.Reaching back, she took his sensitive cock gently in her hand andlowered herself backwards toward it. When she had fitted it betweenher nether lips, she took her hand away and leaned forward witharms outstretched and hands on the mattress just behind his head.She lowered her head and brushed his open lips with hers. Then bitby bit she pushed her tongue slowly into his mouth as her hipsdescended and his penis pressed into her tight wet vagina. Hisgroan of pleasure almost rose to a scream as she oh so graduallyengulfed him completely and her tongue danced hotly against his.She was filled for the first time in months and wanted to rutwith abandon, but knew that she must go slowly, her adolescent sonwas too near the edge. Her body was now pressed against him, herpebble-hard nipples drilling into his smooth, hairless chest. Shekept her pelvis perfectly still and locked to his as she taught himthe delicacies of deep kissing.As she held him tightly inside her, he reached his arms aroundher. At first he was content to hug her firmly to him, but after afew minutes his hands descended down her back to her bruised andsore buttocks. He was not gentle, squeezing and pulling at thewarm, spongy mounds. The pain approached that of the spankingitself, but her initial gasp changed quickly to a keening hum ofpassion. Finally she rose up to almost a sitting position, butstill leaning forward so that her breasts filled his vision. Inchby inch, with agonizing slowness, she lifted herself up from hisbelly, the muscles in her cunt alternately clasping and releasingas they gradually let go of his rock-hard cock. When only thepurpled head remained within, she stopped and stared down at him.Mother and son remained perfectly motionless as if in a mentalduel. After what seemed an eternity she slammed herself downlodging him all the way to her cervix.He dug his fingers into her bruised ass-flesh, pulling her awayuntil his boiling prick almost left her clinging labia, thenpressing her down onto him with such force that the bed bounced andshook. Again and again they slammed together then bounced apart,faster and faster until her hum became a soundless scream and herfacial muscles contorted with pain, pleasure, and thatindescribable merging of the two which is the slave’s orgasm. Hewatched her passion, amazed and aroused, until his own erupted soonafter her peak. His gonads contracted then spewed upward his owncompletion through his swollen cock and into the depths of the wombfrom which he was born. They collapsed, panting and spent.”What happened next?””What?” She was still in a mindless state, her body and mindsending her incoherent signals.”With Dad and Grandpa, what happened next?” He rose slowly to anelbow and gazed down at her. With one hand he began tweaking herengorged nipples.She flushed and looked away. In some last fit of shame shecouldn’t make herself tell him the secret things his father andgrandfather had made her do!He pinched a nipple cruelly between his thumb and forefinger.”Tell me, Lizzy-Butt, or we’ll start all over again. My hand issore, but my belt isn’t. Speak up!” As he threatened her he begantwisting her nipple; with the final command he yanked it out awayfrom her chest, pulling her breast into a stretched cone. Her eyesteared, but she did not struggle.”Aaaahhh! Please, my Lord, it’s difficult for me to talk aboutyour… about my former Masters. Ooohhhh Gggodd! That hurts so bad.I’ll tell you! Just don’t pull so hard and I’ll tell you anything!””Tell me, then I’ll let go.” He leaned forward and nipped thestretched nipple hard with his teeth.”Aaiiee! No, J… my Lord. All right. Sometimes they’d have sexwith me and that’s all. We’d go to sleep or return to our normalactivities. Other times I’d be put in punishment restraints orpositions. What else? Well, usually I’d have to… clean them up.”The tugging eased. Jim held the punished nipple firmly, but nottoo painfully. “How did you clean them up? With a washcloth andtowel, like this morning?” His eager face seemed to indicate he hadfound that very enjoyable.She hesitated slightly. “Yes. Warm, moist washcloths and gentleattention. Shall I do that for you now?””Yes.” He released the nipple, which paradoxically sent onefinal jolt of pain through her.She rose, relieved, and went to the sink, picking up a freshcloth. She was surprised to notice her son get up behind her. Hemoved quickly to the door and opened it, staying behind it out ofsight. She was in full view of anyone through the open door. In herpanic to cover herself she noticed that the corridor, thankfully,was empty. The noise from the pub below was more distinct.”I think you should dampen it in the washroom down the hall.Then, when you’ve decided to tell me the whole truth, stand outsidethe door and knock respectfully. If I’m convinced of your sincerityI’ll let you back in. Out!!”He reached out and caught her arm. She allowed herself to bepropelled out the door. She was stark naked in the hallway, herbuttocks were red and bruised, and she was obviously freshlyfucked. The door slammed shut. She heard the bolt thrown withfinality. For a moment her mind refused to work, but she finallyrealized she had better move quickly toward the communal toiletbefore someone came. She literally ran down the hall, breastsbouncing, body beginning to react to the exhibitionist aspect ofher embarrassing predicament. When she arrived at the restroom andturned the knob it was… IN USE. She was whirling around, lookingfor a place to hide when the door opened and a man appeared.”Your turn, luv… My Gawd, you’re in a bloody hurry, ain’t you.Undressin’ before you even get your pretty arse inside.” He wasstaggering drunk, but as she ducked by him into the safety of thetoilet, he was able to paw her breasts clumsily and get the otherhand between her legs. One finger found its mark, poking into herrecently filled hole, and emerging covered with her son’s spunk.”Ya need a douche, doll, but I don’t mind a bit. Come out, comeout, and let me feel yer tit!” From the safety of the locked washroom she heard him giggle at his own drunken poetry.Now what? The drunk seemed to be content to wait for her foreveroutside the door. She listened. He was mumbling… now he wassinging! Oh, God, shut up!! Would her son help? Probably not. Heknew she had lied about the washrag. She always had to clean James’and her Father’s privates orally (and thoroughly). Jimmy – no, notJimmy, Jim or Lord – must have known and was testing her. And founda punishment for lying worthy of his forebears. Her vagina stillfelt the roughness of the drunken man’s assault. She dampened thewashcloth mindlessly while she wondered what would happen next.After about five minutes, to her infinite relief, she heard theuneven stompings of the drunk staggering away.She waited several minutes to be sure he was really gone, thenquietly unlocked the door and opened it slightly. The hall wasempty! Holding her breath, she sped on tiptoe back to their room.She ran directly up against the door, pressing her face and flushedbreasts to the wood. “My Lord, please let me in.” Her voice waspitched low, but she tried to make her words distinct through thedoor. “I beg your forgiveness for the lie I told you. I alwayssucked my… my men clean after they came. Please allow me to dothe same for you. Please, please open the door. Someone has alreadyseen me and could make trouble.””Someone has seen you and you are in trouble!” A large handseized her upper arm and spun her around. It was the burlyinnkeeper, smiling evilly. He raised his voice to be heard throughthe door. “Young lad, you’d best let your mum and me inside beforewe draw a crowd out here.” His gaze swept down the petite woman’snaked body, stopping at her pubis. “I see by that cum dripping downyour leg that you’re freshly fucked. By someone in the peerage, Ibelieve you said. A ‘Lord’, eh?”Liz MacKenzie belated tried to cover her firm breasts andtrimmed crotch, but the muscular man gripped both her arms andclamped both of her slender wrists in one huge hand. He pulled herarms above her head, stretching her body out as her toes clenchedto maintain contact with the floor. She grew faint in her terror asthe other hand started on her forehead and slowly inched its waydown her face, the fingers tracing her lips then down onto herneck. Inevitably they reached her straining breasts and paused totease the carmine teats. Just as she opened her mouth to scream,Jim opened the door and the burly innkeeper moved into the room,lifting her along dangling by her arms like a marionette. As shestrove desperately to maintain her balance on her tiptoes, she sawthat her son had donned shirt and pants before opening the door forher. The boy moved behind her and she heard the sound of the doorclose and the lock click. From [email protected] Thu Feb 06 16:10:29 1997Newsgroups: alt.sex.storiesSubject: Story * An English Vacation 4/7*From: [email protected] (123k**)Date: Thu, 06 Feb 1997 21:10:29 GMT****************************************** I’m not the author ********* 123k** *****************************************~Subject: An English Vacation, Chapter 4~From: [email protected]* * * * * * * *AN ENGLISH VACATION4. Foul Staff”Please let us be. My son and I aren’t hurting anyone. Thisisn’t what it seems.” Jim remained silent by the door, unsure as towhat would occur, fearful that he had placed his mother and himselfin some jeopardy. The speaker, Liz MacKenzie, remained nude,dancing on her tiptoes, her arms stretched above her. The massiveinnkeeper, whose bulk seemed to fill the small room, held herwrists far above her head with one strong hand. In her terror shebegged pity while her wriggling body held the depraved attention ofthe grinning man.”Isn’t what it seems, Luv? I can’t quite imagine what it seemsto be, you see, if it doesn’t seem to be a slutty mum fucking withher young son and prancing naked about a public house. By chance,the local constable is a friend of mine and having his pintdownstairs. Would you care for me to tell him how you asked for aroom with one bed and a shower to share, then turned up dressedonly in your skin in a hallway with your son’s spunk running downyour legs? My friend is a church-going man, a family man, you know.Shall we list your criminal offenses? Public Indecency, but that’ssmall change. How about i****t, then there’s c***d Abuse as Ibelieve they call it these days – are you under 14, lad? Ourprisons are not the country clubs you have in the States, deary,and I’d wager you’ll be a resident of one for a long, long time.”Young Jim began to get nervous. His mother’s embarrassment inthe hall had merely excited him, but this— The older man saw theconcern in his eyes and gave him a wink, unseen by the woman, whonow hung limply, her head down in despair.”Gosh, Mister—” Jim realized he should play along.”Mr. Donald Bonds, boy. Don’s my name to you, but I’m Mr. Bondsto your whorish mum, here.””Okay, umm, Don. Couldn’t you just keep our secret instead ofgetting the cops? Mom kind of likes to be compelled to do things,and to keep out of jail she’d better do anything you say. How aboutit, Mom?””Jimmy! I mean, son, I mean— I couldn’t— I’m not— Oh,please let us alone, Mr. uhh— Sir. Please!” Her head came up andshe straightened her back, presenting her delicate, upthrustbreasts to the innkeeper. She sensed that this was no longer aquestion of prison, but of how much pain, embarrassment, anddebasement this Mr. Bonds could heap on her. Her face was flushedfrom a combination of mortification and exertion. She still fearedthis English innkeeper, because unlike with Jimmy, or James, or herfather, the humiliation he would force on her would not be temperedby any affection or permanent ties. However, the very fact that hewould use her without pity, would force her to demean herselfcompletely, excited her in spite of herself. She noticed that Jim’sexpression had changed to that mysterious, superior one that shehad just learned signaled his urge to dominate her.”So your pretty mother will obey me – do anything I say – eh,lad? You’re quite a young man, then. Have yourself a sex slave atonly, what, thirteen? And your own mum, no less!”Jim beamed with adolescent pride and walked to his mother’sside. One hand reached out and stroked her slim, bare flank andbuttock possessively. “How do you like her? Not bad for amiddle-aged woman, eh?”Bonds roared with laughter, pulling and twisting the danglingwoman as his body swayed with his convulsions. Middle-aged woman?When she had an elfin body and the fresh face of a twenty-year-old? Grinning widely, he turned Liz to face him. “You wizenedold slut, you! You don’t mind if I call you ‘slut’, do you?””Please, M-m-mister Bonds, leave us alone. Let me at leastclothe myself.””Clothe yourself? Why should an exhibitionist slut want to coverherself? Son, you’d best open the door. I’m going for theconstable. I ask a simple question and instead of an answer I geta whiny whore pretending to be a bloody blushing virgin.”Jim, who now was enjoying the game, quickly unlocked the doorand flung it open, exposing his mother’s body to anyone whohappened to be passing in the hall. She squealed, but the hallwaywas empty. Bonds let go of her hands and started to walk out thedoor.”Wait!” She thought – hoped – he was bluffing but couldn’t takethe awful chance. Her hands remained above her head in what shehoped he would recognize as a slave pose. She lowered her eyeshumbly. “Yes… I mean, no, I don’t mind if you call me ‘slut’.I-I-I’ll be y-y-your s-s-slut if you don’t r-r-report m-m-me.” Sheforced the words out slowly, contritely. She was sexuallysurrendering herself to a stranger with her son watching. Andlearning.Bonds paused as if considering. Liz realized she was expected tomake some further entreaties. She turned around and moved her feetapart, pushing her hindquarters back for inspection. The bruiseswere still all too evident across her white buttocks. “See, mylordly son punishes me when I’m bad, so I have to obey. I hope youwon’t have to spank me.”She looked back over her shoulder andcaught his eye challengingly.”That’s better, my sexy American whore.” He re-entered the roomand pushed the door shut behind himself. “I’m going to have to slipback downstairs to the public room. There’s still plenty of patronswishing a last glass, and I’ll need to quiet old three-pint Bakerdown. He’s the bloke you slutted around with outside the lavat’ry.Fortunately he’s known far and wide for seeing sights whennothing’s there.”While I’m gone, Jim, clean the slut up— And be sure to haveher clean you up like she ought to have!” The big man winked at theboy. He paused to consider. “Oh, yes, she thinks she’s needingsomething to wear. I think there’s the perfect thing in thewardrobe, there.” He strode to the armoire in the corner of theroom and, reaching in, pulled out a clothes hanger.Jim looked puzzled. “There’s nothing on that hanger.””I think your mother can figure out how to wear this.” He handedthe hanger to the dazed woman. “Slut, put it on!”What she saw was a hanger for a woman’s skirt or suit. The upperslopes of the hanger were of smooth varnished wood, curved to holdthe shoulders of a jacket or coat. To the horizontal wireconnecting the ends of the wood underneath were attached twospring-closing clips from which a skirt could be hung. Each ofthese clips slid along the wire to adjust to skirts of varyingwidth. They were highly tensioned, to hold heavy woolens. Thegripping edges, however, were coated with plastic to avoid damagingthe garment. Liz was playing the clips absently along the wire inconfusion when an awful light dawned.”Oh, no, please! The hanger’s too heavy! Nooooo.””Show your son what a slave’s garment is like – or would youlike another one for between your legs?”Her eyes widened at the further, even more shocking thought.Then her demeanor became one of total submission, while tearsappeared in the corners of her eyes. “Yes, sir.” Lowering her head,she placed the hanger on the bed and began teasing the nipples onboth breasts with her fingers. They hardened rapidly, too rapidlyto be solely due to her deft ministrations. Then she retrieved thehanger and, taking a deep breath, opened one of the clips and letit clamp down hard on the stiffened nib on her left breast. Hereyes squeezed shut briefly and she emitted a high, urgent yip ofpain. Then she held the hanger upside down horizontally across herchest and adjusted the other clip until it came even with her rightnipple. She snapped that clip on, repeating her expression ofagony. Holding the metal and wood object in front of her, shestared pathetically at the innkeeper, pleading with her eyes. Buthe just smiled and nodded. So she slowly released her hold on thehanger, putting its entire weight on her nipples, and placed herarms back above her head.She began moaning; and the tears filled her eyes and beganrunning down her cheeks as the tortured nipples stretched downwardunder the substantial weight. Her arms came back down reflexivelyand her hands reached for the horrid device, but at the last secondshe took a shuddering breath and courageously raised her hands backup. Her breasts were elongated downward with rapidly purplingnipples. She peeked once at the lustful expression on Jim’s faceand squeezed her teary eyes shut with a moan. Her son had learneda new trick.”It’s close to ‘Time,’ so I should be back in an hour or so.Jim, I know you’ll make sure she stays ‘dressed’ since it was soimportant to her. Ms. MacKenzie, ma’am, would you get the door forme?” He smiled evilly.Liz walked slowly to the door, attempting to keep the hangerfrom bouncing or swaying, but she gasped and stopped several timesas it swung and wrenched one nipple or the other while she coveredthe short distance. Without being told, she pulled the door wideopen, remaining in full sight of anyone in the corridor. Bondswalked out confidently, disdaining to even look at the naked,agonized woman. When he was out of sight she closed the door andfaced her son.First, of course, she had to ‘clean’ him. He had her undress himand then kneel at his feet while she gently laved his rapidlyhardening cock and sensitive balls with her tongue and lips. Sheused all her skill to arouse him slowly and pleasurably, becausethis was a respite from the unbearable strain to her breasts. Whileshe licked, she kept one arm pressing the hanger against her body,in this way holding it up. The clips still squeezed her poornipples, but thankfully they had grown numb. She thought Jimprobably knew what she was doing, but she guessed he had a littlesympathy for her plight after all.Jimmy had never experienced anything so intensely pleasurable.His mother’s tongue ran lightly over the whole surface of hisstimulated penis, then, abruptly, just as it reached the top of theglans, her mouth opened and she engulfed his hardness into her softmoist mouth and moved down over it until he could feel the spasmingof her throat and her nose against his abdomen. But he didn’t wantto cum. He wanted to wait for the innkeeper to return so he couldparticipate in whatever new games the man wanted to play.”You’d best shower and clean up your cunt, Ma. I don’t think Mr.Bonds would like it if you were still dirty when he comes back. Oh,and by the way, from now on keep your arms away from your… whatshould we call that thing, your boob stretcher?”Her son’s attitude almost provoked a sharp parental retort, butshe recalled in time she had freely given him this right to hurther. So she dropped her arms and started to rise, but the shock toher nipples as the hanger jerked viciously downward was too muchfor her. She shrieked and fell to the floor on her stomach. Thepain was even worse than when she had first put the device on,because now her teats were sore and swollen and the absence ofpressure for the last few minutes had allowed their nerve endingsto recharge. She looked up pleadingly at her son. At his red,swollen cock and his bright eyes.”Shouldn’t have cheated, should you, mommy dear. But get up.Now! Or I’ll pull you up by the hook on that hanger.”Liz raised herself up slowly, tentatively, dreading the instantat which the hanger would lose contact with the floor. Her facecontorted violently as the full weight pulled down, but resolutelyshe rose deliberately to her feet and inched her way to the shower.The shower held new tortures for her. More than once the hangerbanged against the plastic wall as she carefully washed herintimate regions. The harsh spray of hot water against her breastskept the pain ever new and fresh. Looking out, she saw Jim relaxingon the bed, stroking his hard penis as he watched her nakedtravails. Why, in the midst of this pain, was her whole beingyearning for sexual release?When she finally finished her ablutions she opened the showerdoor to find a fresh towel on the floor in front of her. That boy!Just when she concluded that he was completely heartless, he didsomething considerate. Drying herself, she went over to the bedand, propping a pillow against the headboard, settled down next tohim, the hanger half resting on her stomach. She gently pushed hismasturbating hand away and began lightly stroking his prick withher own warm hand. He smiled, kissed her, and worked his fingersdown between her legs, which she spread wide to allow him fullaccess to her throbbing clit. Together they waited for the returnof Don Bonds.*****Without warning, the door to the room opened wide and the broadinnkeeper strode in.”Well, just can’t keep your hands off your young son, eh, youslutty mum?” Liz and Jim both jerked their hands away guiltily. Jimpulled a pillow down to hide his erect penis. “Oh, don’t worry,lad, you’ve got a spear to be proud of there. Perhaps we can havea bit of fun with your mother together.””Don, I think its time my mother was allowed to ‘strip naked.’Her nipples are purple!” Jim tried to sound firm, but inwardlywondered what he’d do if the burly man said no. Liz gazed at herson in grateful surprise.”Not a bad thought, boy, as long as she behaves and does asshe’s bade, she can take her pretty ‘jewelry’ off. Slut, unclampyour nipples and come take my clothes off for me. I feeloverdressed in this company.”Liz gently detached the clips, which caused nearly as much painas their original attachment. She rose and approached the brutishman. She couldn’t control the moist tingling between her legs asshe wondered what obscene indignities he planned.*****Liz MacKenzie couldn’t keep her eyes off the painting. Not thatthere was anything else to look at. Her table had been pushed flushinto the corner of the dining room, her chair facing the wall. Allof the other guests gathered for breakfast were behind her,wondering about her; that bastard Bonds had ‘suggested’ that shenot look back, but remain facing the wall as she ate. He and Jimmywere back there at a table talking and laughing – she could makeout stray words but couldn’t catch the gist.But the painting. It was late nineteenth century or earlytwentieth, she couldn’t tell. Some c***dren playing leapfrog insome deep grass. Not exactly the leapfrog that she remembered fromher own c***dhood, though. A fairly young girl – probably just atadolescence – was bent over, legs apart and slightly flexed, buther hands were on the ground, not her knees, so she almost made aninverted V. The stiff skirt of her short dress stuck out almosthorizontally behind her. A boy, dressed in shorts with suspendersand a white shirt, had evidently just leapt over her and waslanding not far past her bracing hands, feet splayed wide and armstogether pointed stiffly down. Another boy, similarly dressed, wasrunning toward her from behind, his arms outstretched toward herrear end, fingers clawed out and ready to use her upthrust bottomto launch himself over her. A third boy waited behind him, and afourth was running the other way in the background to get in linefor another turn. The artist showed most of the girl’s face,inverted between her arms. The boys were happy, laughing, but thegirl’s expression was unfathomable. Was there surprise there? fear?exhilaration?Liz squirmed in her seat. She’d better try to defuse the tinglebetween her legs. Jimmy – no, Jim, she had to start thinking of himthat way – had decided she didn’t need panties under this denimminiskirt he had found in a corner of her suitcase this morning. Awet spot on the back of the skirt would be terrible.He had found quite a cache of slinky, sexy clothes, clothes sheonly had a vague memory of packing. Among them was a red half- brawhich failed to cover her nipples. She now wore it under an almosttransparent red chiffon top with such a loose neckline that as shebent slightly forward to eat she could see her breasts and betweenthem down to her navel. Bonds kept returning to her table,ostensibly to check whether she needed anything, but really to lookdown her blouse. He once even laid his hand on her shoulder, as ifavuncularly, and surreptitiously pressed her upper body forward sothat her neckline would gape open. All men are voyeurs, she thoughtidly. Although why Bonds had to sneak peeks of her boobs wassomething of a mystery to her after last night.Last night. How had so much happened on one warm night inEngland. Her son had suddenly become her master. Well, her latestmaster. He had punished her, arousing her (she blushed in theshameful memory) in the process. Then he had— No, actually thenshe had fucked him. Fucked young Jimmy. Her c***d. Then her stupidlie, and the bathroom, and Mr. Don Bonds. Do you mind if I call you’Bastard,’ Mr. Bonds? But she began squirming in her chair againthinking about what had happened when he had returned to their roomand allowed her to detach the hanger from her nipples.She had taken his clothes off— and discovered he had thebiggest, fattest cock she had ever seen. No, that wasn’t exactlytrue, once James had brought home a porno tape with, was it JohnnyHolmes? That guy’s was longer, but not much. The Bastard, Bonds,(yes, that is a good name for him) had ten inches at least. And theBastard’s was thicker. Its glans was like a good-sized plum, almostspherical with about a two inch diameter. She had gasped in dismaywhen she uncovered it, which, of course, the Bastard thought wasvery humorous. She had always understood – and her girlfriends hadverified – that a man’s bodily stature didn’t necessarilycorrespond to his more intimate measurements, but this time naturehad shaped everything to scale.He had made her kneel and ‘prime’ it, made her lick and strokeit and finally pushed her head down hard on it as it popped intoher stretched mouth. She could only take a few inches of it. Itwasn’t that she gagged or anything like that, it just physicallywouldn’t fit into her throat. So she had sucked on the portion ofthat monstrous penis that she could reach and wondered if he wasgoing to have her continue until he spewed his cum down her throat.While her mouth worked and she strove to breathe with his handpressing his cock into her tonsils, the Bastard had nonchalantlychatted with Jim about how they would take her. Since her son hadnever had a complete blow job, they had decided that she would suckJim’s cock while the Bastard fucked her. She had nothing againstsucking her son: the deed was horrid, it was wrong, but she lovedher new master’s young, smooth cock. But that big prick (she smiledat the double entendre) screwing her! She had wondered if she couldtake it. (She had also wondered, though, how the enormous thingmight feel rammed up her tight rectum!)Finally the Bastard had pulled her head away from his rock-hardpenis and begun positioning her on the bed. Looking back on it shecould revel in her forced passivity. At the time, though, she hadnot been able to meet her son’s gaze in her embarrassment. Jim hadbeen sitting up with his back against the backboard, so she wasplaced on her knees and elbows with her nose in his groin. As shebegan to kiss and nuzzle his privates, she had felt the Bastard’sweight on the bed behind her and then his prick pushing up againsther exposed vulva. He had pushed her legs farther and farther apartuntil his cock-tip wormed its way against her inner lips. She couldfeel its size, her smallness, and squeezed her eyes shut inexpectation of intense pain.The Bastard had begun chuckling, and told her son to come aroundbehind her and watch the fun. Jim had swung a leg over her head andslipped off the bed, asking if it could really fit without hurtingher. But she had been able to tell by the tone of his voice thatthe thought of that monstrous rod pistoning into her aroused him.When Jim was positioned to see everything, the Bastard, in asyrupy voice, had told her that rather than him piercing herunprepared, she should push back and take his cock into her. Shehad gaped over her shoulder in dismay, but the looks on both theirfaces said that it was utterly useless for her to argue or plead.So she had tried. The Bastard kept himself on target, and she couldfeel a portion of his enormous glans actually seat itself in hervaginal entrance, but she couldn’t force it beyond that point.After a few minutes, the Bastard had mumbled something that HEthought was very clever (and Jim had laughed at) about ‘madonna’and ‘like a virgin,’ and then told her to crouch forward so thatshe could use her arms, shoulders, and thighs to shove herselfforcefully back and impale herself on his prick. Her first thoughtwas that it wouldn’t work, but she knew he would just make her tryagain and again. Her second thought was that she must make it workthe first time to get this ordeal over with (and to find out whatthat big cudgel felt like lodged up into her womb!) So she hadattempted to picture in her mind his groin, ten inches away fromher pussy lips. She must thrust herself to bring those swollenlabia into contact with that hairy belly.Thus she had propelled herself backwards with all her strength.Immediately her pelvis felt as if it were being split apart. Ascream had burst from her lips, but an oversized paw had slammedagainst her mouth, muffling it. The initial backward impulse hadcarried her on, and inch after inch of that mighty cock enteredher, stretched her vaginal walls, and pushed painfully against hercervix. When her motion had come to a stop she felt as if herOb-Gyn had opened her with a large speculum and thrust his arm intoher up to the elbow. She hadn’t gotten all of the Bastard’s meat,though. When he could tell that her scream had died he haduncovered her mouth and had Jim verify digitally that there wasabout two and a half inches still to go. He calmly grasped herhips, and with a mighty heave, drove himself completely within her.The fuck had been an experience she would never forget.When Jim was repositioned she had gobbled him down as if to makeherself forget what was happening behind her. But even as she hadsucked her son, the pain-fullness-pleasure of Bonds’ firstmovements within her was beyond her prior experience. It had takenhim an eternity – probably about five minutes – to get herstretched and lubricated enough to allow a full thrust in and out.She had climaxed violently on that first thrust. Then, afteranother unmeasurable interval of time, she had climaxed again asJimmy had grunted out his completion and squirted his sweet,youthful sperm down her throat. Finally Bonds had stiffened andpoured glob after glob of his cum into her bruised, spasming cunt.She had flopped down onto the bed and passed out.Now she was sitting in the corner of a public dining room likea little girl being punished, while trying to calm the eroticexcitement coursing through her from her memories of the precedingnight, from the strange painting in front of her, and from herspeculation as to what lewd plots Bonds and Jim were hatchingbehind her. Finally her son came over and asked her if she wereready to leave. His voice was eminently deferential: no one wouldever suspect that she had bruises on her fanny from the long, hardspanking this polite c***d had administered last night. (No, shemeant ‘rump’ not ‘fanny.’ In England a woman’s fanny was in front,hence the phrase ‘fanny pack’ made sense.)She rose and turned toward him, nodding. He had a piece of paperin his hand which he was folding. He put it in his pocket as shewalked toward him.”I told Don that we might be able to come back here before ourtrip’s over. Can we, Mom?”Somehow she knew that had been coming. The boiling between herlegs returned. “We’ll see, son.””I strongly suggest you ring me beforehand so you can stay inthe same room. It would be a shame if there were no accommodationsremaining and I had to book you into the basement dungeon.” Bondsand Jim laughed at the humor, other diners smiled, but Lizwondered.She settled the bill. The innkeeper behaved properly – except toarrange to be directly in front of her while she bent over to signtraveler’s checks – and they loaded up the car and headed towardthe city of Bath, their next stop.Liz MacKenzie wondered nervously how that piece of paper inJim’s pocket, clearly the result of his consultation with DonBonds, would alter their itinerary.From [email protected] Thu Feb 06 16:10:35 1997Newsgroups: alt.sex.storiesSubject: Story * An English Vacation 5/7*From: [email protected] (123k**)Date: Thu, 06 Feb 1997 21:10:35 GMT****************************************** I’m not the author ********* 123k** *****************************************~Subject: An English Vacation, Chapter 5 (Mf – D&S)~From: [email protected]* * * * * * * *AN ENGLISH VACATIONChapter 5The Merchantess of Bath IA thirteen year old boy is a study in contradictions. At onemoment, he is completely insensitive and egotistic, insulting tofriends and family, appreciated only by other pubescent males; butin the space of a few moments, that same boy can become polite andaffectionate, even showing flickering glimmers of maturity.On this gray English morning, Jim Mackenzie’s mood wasdefinitely in the latter category. As his mother drove, henavigated, reading the detailed road-maps with a surprising amountof skill. He seemed genuinely interested in the rolling beauty ofthe countryside. Even his remarks of a personal nature were gentle.At one point, a soft smile lighting his face as he watched Lizworking at shifting gears, he commented on how beautiful her legswere. His mother’s legs were certainly on display, since Jim hadcommanded her to wear what amounted to a micro-miniskirt withoutany hose or even panties that morning. But rather than becomingflustered, she felt complimented by his tone of voice and,squirming under the seat-belt harness, managed to pull the skirt upabove her naked crotch. Her severely clipped pubis formed a sharparrowhead aiming down at the swollen clitoris topping her moistslit.”Are my legs pretty all the way up?” she asked teasingly.She spent a lot of time after that brushing his questing fingersaway and warning that distracting her could cause an accident.Once, in his considerate persona, he asked if he were reallybothering her. She confessed that if bother meant ‘hot andbothered,’ then he was, but he shouldn’t stop, just be careful whenshe was nearing a roundabout or the traffic became heavy.They came to the ancient city of Bath late in the morning.Parking the car, they took the requisite tour of the ruins andstopped for lunch. In the restaurant, after they had ordered asandwich and some of the city’s famous water, Jim took a folded,sealed envelope from his pocket.”I guess it’s time you read the message from Dad.” He held theenvelope out to her.In that instant the atmosphere changed completely. The smileleft Liz’s face and she stared at the envelope in dismay andconsternation. He had mentioned that he had been given such aletter from her former husband and master, but she chased it fromher mind.”C-c-can’t it wait, son? We’re having such a n-n-nice time.” Butthe letter remained in front of her. She stole a glance at Jim’seyes and saw resolve and the beginnings of his ‘superior look.’ Soshe obediently took the letter and, her shoulders u*********slyhunching, tore it open. As she pulled out the page of handwriting,a credit card fell out of the envelope onto the table. It was agold Visa card with her name on it. She looked at Jimmy, confused,but when his face remained blank she began to read. She could havepredicted the beginning of the letter.My darling, dumb ex-wife,Since you’re reading this, I was right and you were wrong.You can’t run from your need to be dominated, especiallysexually. You’ll never really want to rid yourself of theecstasy of humiliation at the hands of your father, or me,or now your son. But since you wanted to try, we’re nowdivorced, and Jimmy, of all people, is your newest master.Your MASTER! Liz dear.(My visitation rights with him take on a whole delightfulnew meaning! Of course he’ll bring his slave – you – alongto play with my new slave. Have you met Tiffany? She’snineteen and has the biggest, firmest tits you’ve ever seen.Right now she’s kneeling in front of me naked. She’smasturbating, but isn’t allowed to climax yet – YOU rememberthat drill, don’t you? Oh, yes, we’ll have great fun.)Why the credit card? No, I’m not giving you the power tobankrupt me, but Jimmy will probably want to make somepurchases – paraphernalia and new clothing for you – andit wouldn’t be fair to use your vacation budget.The deal is this: The card is only to be used on Jimmy’sauthority (interesting word, yes?). It’s in your namesolely to make it easy to use. When you get back,Jimmy and I will go over the charges to make sure youhaven’t misused it. So don’t!You know, I’ll bet you brought some of your ‘slut’ clothesto England, (ask yourself why?) so perhaps the clothingbill won’t be too high. I gave our son the magic words tocontrol you, but even if I hadn’t, I’ll bet you would haveseduced him into mastering you somehow. Anyway, he’ll wantto pick out some new things. Clothes that reflect histastes. (THAT should be interesting!)Also, you’ll certainly want an enema kit, I KNOW that’s oneof your favorite toys.Liz stared off into space as she read the word ‘enema’. In herimagination she was fifteen again, tears in her eyes, d****d nudeacross her mother’s lap. Mom was spreading her rear cheeks, whileher father pushed the fat, ungreased tube up her dry, cringing analhole. He called it their weekly family health treatment. Hermother, who was also naked, had already had her gut filled withover a gallon of the warm soapy mixture. Periodically, mom wouldmoan from a cramp, but daddy insisted on their waiting for longerand longer periods after they were filled up “so the solution coulddo its work.” Liz shuddered and returned to the letter, her rearsphincter tensing.In fact, tell Jimmy RIGHT NOW that you want him to buy youan enema kit. Explain to him what it’s for: how you mightcomplain and moan while he pumps a gallon of hot water (oroil, or BEER – remember that time?) up your little asshole,but if you’re forced to wait about half an hour with yourstomach so bloated you look pregnant, then you will have aviolent, shuddering climax as you sit on the toilet naked,shitting out the foul, brown liquid while he watches.Tell him all of that NOW! Lizzy-Butt!”Jimmy, when I was with your father, and before that with myfather, I used to get… I used to get enemas. Do you know whatthey are?”When Jimmy shook his head, his eyes shining with the knowledgethat his sexy mom was being forced to humiliate herself again, Lizwent through the entire litany prescribed by her husband who was3000 miles away. She knew Jimmy would be reading the letter fromhis father later and punish her disobedience if she skipped any ofthe horrid details, so she even explained the relative merits ofsoapy water or heated vegetable oil or… beer.When she finished, sweating and embarrassed, Jim said, “If I wasto give you another one of those enemas right after you got rid ofthe first one, will the water come out clear? Do you cum again? Ifit’s beer do you get even drunker?”She stared at him for a moment. She was utterly amazed at hisprecocious ability to extend each situation one step further thanhis forebears. Finally, her blush extending from her forehead toher itchy crotch, she shrugged as if unsure, then, catching hispiercing eye, slowly nodded her head in the affirmative. Shereturned to the letter in flustered confusion.Well, I guess I’d best not put too many ideas in Jim’s head,he’ll have more fun starting from scratch and experimentingwith you and your sexy little body. Give this letter for himto read as soon as you finish – after all, he’s in charge,isn’t he?You’ll always be myfavorite cocksucker,JamesAfter they had eaten and Jim had read the letter, then rereadit, he asked what plans Liz had made for the afternoon. When sheshrugged and said: “more sight-seeing here in Bath, ourreservations for the night are here,” he told her that he knew ofa store that they should visit, and looked meaningfully at thecredit card, which still lay on the table.A shiver went down Liz’s back. The only way Jimmy could know ofa store of any sort in this small English city would be if thatbastard Bonds had told him about it. An intoxicating mixture offear and arousal coursed through her. “Do I get a say in this?” shemumbled.”Does ‘Dad’s favorite cock-sucker’ deserve a say?” Jimcountered, his eyes alight.”N-n-no,” she glanced around to see if anyone had overheard,then dutifully bowed her head and forced the word out, “Lord.”They left the restaurant and retrieved their rental car. Jimpulled out a small piece of paper. “The directions start at thecenter of town, so we shouldn’t have any trouble.”The drive wasn’t long, allowing for the heavy traffic, and ledthem to a part of the city that could only be called a factorydistrict. Liz was beginning to worry when Jimmy told her to stop infront of an ancient stone building with painted-over front windows.An old, shaky sign above the high door proclaimed:Goodenough & Sons, LimitedGoodenough for MiladyCorporal Regimen Our SpecialtyWe Work to Custom MeasurementsLiz had seen enough.”Look, son, I’ll do anything you want in the bedroom, I guess.I- I-I find it impossible to resist. I became your ‘plaything,’ asyour father calls it, last night. But this has the look ofsomething far beyond what either of us are ready for. Please, let’sgo back to town and check in to our hotel.” She lifted herself outof her seat and rubbed her sore buttocks suggestively. “You canspank me for not wanting to go into this place.” Her expressionbecame a pleading half-smile.”You don’t have any trust in me at all, do you, Ma? When DonBonds told me about this place I got nervous, too. But he assuredme that he knows the woman who runs it and she is very nice. So wecould just buy, well, we could just buy the enema kit you need sobad and go if we wanted. Spanking? Thank you VERY much for givingme your permission. You’re getting more than a spanking later. Myhand gets sore after a while, though, so lets go in and pick out anice paddle or something to whack your fat ass with as long aswe’re here.”With that, he grabbed her arm and she allowed herself to bemarched her up to the door, nervous but relieved that Jim had someknowledge of the frightening establishment. The door was obviouslylocked, but had a door-bell next to it and a sign with theunsurprising message: “PLEASE RING.”As Liz tried to mumble apologies for her unsuccessful rebellion,Jim rang the bell. He muttered a curt “Shut-up!” to her and wasfumbling in his pocket for another piece of paper when, with a loudclick, the door opened and a young woman peered out.The door-guardian was a tall, blonde girl in her late teens,dressed in the casual style of youth: she wore a gray oversizedsweat-shirt, the souvenir of some rock concert, from which emergedblack, translucent tights ending in black leather shoes withpointed toes. The lower line of the sweat-shirt was perhaps onecentimeter below crotch level, and one sensed that the slightestupward pull by her shoulders would give a good view as to whetherany garment other than the stretched tights covered her lowertorso. Even covered by her loose upper garment it was evident thatshe was well-endowed, and her hips were nicely full, but her youthkept her figure from seeming at all heavy. She was the archetypalhealthy English country lass.The girl’s gaze flickered from Liz to Jimmy and she shook herhead. “I’m afraid you’re at the wrong place. Entry to thisestablishment is limited to adults.”Jim moved in front of his mother. “I have a note for…” Here hefumbled for yet another slip of paper in his pocket. “For MadameHillary.” Brandishing the paper like a magical talisman he tried topush past the larger female, but she stood her ground.”Look, little boy, I said you can’t come in. Now,” her authoritychallenged, she became defensive, choosing Liz for her next salvo,”if you would care to return alone, I could allow you to deliverthat note for your… c***d, although how he came to know that nameI for one can’t imagine.” She turned up her nose haughtily andstarted to turn back into the building, but at that moment anothercar pulled to a stop behind their car. The officious girl froze.The car was a red Mercedes convertible with black interior andthe woman who emerged from it seemed an extension of its design.She moved with the grace of a sports-car, striding up the walk asif on a fashion runway. Indeed she had the form of a model: almost6 feet tall with long, slender legs and an athletic torso. Her hairwas vividly black and hung stark and straight to a level just aboveher shoulders. She wore a black leather vest covering what seemedto be an crimson acrylic tube top, and her black leather miniskirtcovered red mesh hose. Finally, her black shoes had spiked heelswhich added about 5 inches to her lean height.As she approached, her sea-green eyes scanned the frozen groupof three people and held them hypnotically. She didn’t hesitate,but snatched the slip of paper held forgotten in Jimmy’s hand. Asshe scanned it, she spoke softly, but with a steely edge to hervoice.”Alicia, why are these people being kept like mendicants on thedoorstep?” Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Jim. “I amMadame Hillary, and always pleased to meet any friend of DonBonds.” She extended her hand, which the boy was irrationallytempted to kiss, but finally shook in what he hoped was a ‘manly’manner. Without turning from Jim (or even acknowledging Liz’presence), she raised her voice. “Well, Alicia?”The girl was plainly nervous. “Please, Madame, you have a ruleabout customers’ ages.””Customers who have a message for me from one of my dearestfriends? Were you going to wait out here with them until I arrived,no matter how long it took? Neglecting any shoppers inside?” Shewas able to see by the look Jim gave her that that had not beenAlicia’s intention at all. Alicia sensed that it was a poor time toattempt to dissemble.”N-n-no, Ma’am, I told them to leave. B-b-but, p-p-please, Ididn’t know, I …””You need a reminder that you are merely a salesgirl. We musthumble your impudence, mustn’t we?” Finally Madame Hillary turnedand looked the now terrified girl in the eye. “Mustn’t we?””Y-y-yes, Madame. Thank you, Madame.””I’m glad we agree. Now if you would be so kind as to lead usinto the showroom?”The blonde girl hurried to open the door and, preceding them in,stood to the side in an obeisant posture like a frozen curtsey. Herface was a bright crimson and her lower lip trembled. From behindJim and Liz, the proprietress declared: “Welcome to my littleshop.”What appeared before them was anything but a ‘little shop.’ Theroom they entered had evidently once in its long past been awarehouse, and stretched out about forty feet in front of them andthirty to each side. The ceiling, painted black with recessedlighting, was about twenty feet high. The store’s wares were set ontiered display tables, hung from racks, and modeled by veryrealistic male and female mannequins. The organization of the roomwas subtle. It appeared chaotic at first, but the meanderingaisles, curving and criss-crossing through the store, each seemedto direct one to merchandise pertaining to a particular sexualproclivity. Of course, everything for sale had some connection withthe bondage-dominance-S&M melange, but the pathways through thedisplays led to more and more specific preferences and fetishes,branching and recrossing, until the devotees came face to face withtheir deepest fantasies. The showroom was nearly empty. The onlyother inhabitants of the large store were a couple, who appeared tobe in their twenties and were examining a display of canes, and adistinguished looking older gentleman, engrossed in what appearedto be a display of video tapes along the rear wall.”Well, Master Mackenzie, Don writes that this delicate littlewoman here is your mother and, deliciously, your sex slave.” Atthis Liz looked away, abruptly very conscious of her slutty attire,especially the tiny denim miniskirt pressing lewdly against herthighs. A breath of cool air against her sex reminded her that shelacked the security of an undergarment. The raven-haired womancontinued, “I believe your particular dominant-submissivecombination is unique among all of my clients world-wide. I applaudyou.”I think you will find a wealth of rudimentary equipment for hertraining canlı bahis siteleri off to the right here. It is always, always best to startwith very basic paraphernalia. Reaching the very end of an aislecan be the work of years.” She paused for effect. The thoughtoccurred to both mother and son that the pathways branching outbefore them were possible futures, and once they stepped onto one,they would both be bound by its leitmotif. Liz shuddered. MadameHillary continued. “Notice that there is a full selection ofclothing appropriate to most specialties in the center of theshowroom. For your slave’s size I believe you might need to try theJunior Misses section. There you will find garments that aresuitably short and binding for her petite figure. The skirt she iswearing, in my opinion, needs at least one lower size.”Before you start, though, you may want to see how insolentsales- clerks are corrected in this establishment. I am thoroughlymortified that you were treated so rudely. Alicia!!”Her voice rang loudly throughout the store with the name of theemployee who she knew was cringing right behind her. The othercustomers turned with interest as she strode toward one of thewindow display areas inside the front of the store. A quitepathetic Alicia, wringing her hands and mumbling pleas andapologies, followed her meekly.The front windows of the store were painted over carefully,allowing no view from outside. The merchandise display platforms,however, still exhibited items, but these were placed for theinspection of customers inside of the store. Madame Hillary’sparticular destination had but one object on its circular woodenplatform. Even Jim recognized its usage, if not its name. It was apillory, a wooden apparatus similar to a basketball backboard butmuch shorter. It had a row of three well-padded holes cut throughit horizontally, two small ones about three feet apart and asomewhat larger one centered exactly between them. These holes wereabout three feet off the ground, perhaps less, and Jim couldimagine how a tall girl like Alicia would have to bend far over tolower her head and hands to fit in them. His comprehension becamecomplete when he saw that there were devices like manacles attachedto the floor a few feet in front of the stocks and about even withthe wrist holes. If these were attached to a subject’s ankles, theresulting wide leg spread would prevent much knee bend,necessitating a deep bend at the waist with a correspondingelevation of the hips (and, more to the point, a prominence andspreading of the subject’s ass).The dominating proprietress stopped in front of the platform,and, stepping slightly aside and turning, stood regally with herlong legs slightly spread and her arms folded on her bosom. Thetight leather skirt she wore molded itself to her, producing onethought in everyone’s mind – proud master and humble slave alike -that those buttocks and thighs were supremely crafted foradoration, for delicate kisses bestowed by a favored, kneelingworshipper. Her eyes remained focused on a point above themiscreant’s bowed head as that humbled young woman walked slowly byand paused at the edge of the platform. Flicking a quick glance ather superior, she despondently climbed up onto her punishmentstage, which was perhaps eighteen inches above floor level. Shelooked out to find that in addition to Liz and Jim, the otherpatrons had followed the procession. She had an audience.”Must I –” The girl looked down at herself.”You must. I don’t swat fabric. At the very least rid yourselfof those ridiculous tights and ugly shoes. Next time you dress thatway for work you’ll work naked all day long.”Kicking off the offensive shoes and turning away, Alicia triedfrantically to pull down the tights without exposing herself. Butthere were soon witnesses to the fact that she certainly wore noother undergarment. The skin of her legs had the pale glow of thenatural blonde, and was dotted with freckles from the summer sun.The whiter flashes of her buttocks showed that the sun had yet togaze at those smooth expanses. When she wore only the shirt, pusheddown to cover her secret regions, she peeked at Madame Hillaryagain for instructions.”I believe you know how the device works. Confine yourself init.”This astonished the poor girl. She expected her mistress toplace her in constraint, shackled and bent over into the apparatus,but not to do it herself. She didn’t know if she could — and withall these people watching…”Now! Alicia.” Madame Hillary’s voice had a touch of irritation.Alicia knew no stalling would be tolerated.She started to raise the top of the stocks, but belatedlyrealized she would never be able to fasten her ankles unless sheattended to that first. Her right foot was easy. The shackle wasleather with a Velcro fastener (the medieval sheriffs would havebeen amazed), so she just squatted down and pulled it around herankle. Rising, she saw that the second shackle would be a muchgreater challenge. She rose to full height and stretched her leftleg toward it. Keeping her legs straight she bent to the side andstretched her arms down toward her left foot. She had done themaneuver before in an exercise class, but in that environment, whenher sweatshirt rode up her body, she had a leotard underneath. Now,the audience behind her was being given a close-up view of her barestretched and spread posteriors. Worse yet, she suspected, hervulva was also peeking out for their inspection. The entrancedspectators gazed on a bottom which, because of her youth, had nohint of a sag, no horizontal sulcal fold along its underside. Itwas a perfect ass, pillow- soft yet exquisitely firm.After attaching her left ankle, she rose back up to a standingposition. She made a futile attempt to push the shirt back down,but the wide angle of her hips gave it a natural resting place attheir tops. So her back side remained totally exposed from thedimple atop the beginning of her posterior divide all the way downto her heels.Now she had to get in the stocks.Bending forward, she was able to reach the top of the pilloryand raise it. Of course the apparatus was in two parts, one abovethe other, with the line of separation bisecting the holes. The topportion swung up to the left on a hinge, and when she had lifted italmost to the vertical, she bent further over and placed her lefthand and head into their cupped openings. Then, using her righthand, she slowly lowered the heavy top back down, maneuvering herhand so it slipped into its confinement as she released theentrapping board to fall its last inch. Her complicated task done,her mind was left with nothing to do but contemplate the extent ofher open display.And display it was! The spread of her legs and the upward cantof her hips exhibited the cleft between her legs and her bare,white belly almost to her navel. For bare she was, completelyshaven like a prepubescent c***d. But the moist, open, pink gash ofher femininity was anything but c***dlike as once, twice, it pulsedwith want and fear, winking open the dark tunnel of her vagina. Her ass cheeks were well spread, the tight star of her more secretorifice on open exhibition. The oversized sweat shirt hung limply,and keen eyes of her audience, which due to the height of theplatform were about on the level of her privates, could discern themilky lower slopes of her pendent breasts. The fact that the girlcould see none of her own body below the neck added to the fiveobservers’ excitement at her naked helplessness.Madame Hillary approached the stage, now holding an evil-lookingobject in her left hand. She swung her leg up onto the platform,causing her tight skirt to rise briefly up over the tops of herstockings and exposing the straps of a red garter belt and somecreamy thigh-flesh. She quickly stepped up and, her right handresting lazily on a bare ass-cheek of her clerk, she addressed herpatrons.”Gentlemen and slaves,” her gaze caught and held the eyes inturn of the two females in the audience, “my fat-assed salesclerk,here, has asked me to punish her for rude and boorish conduct.Isn’t that correct, Alicia?”From behind the screen of the stocks came a soft, whimperyvoice. “Yes, Madame. T-t-thank you, Madame.””Whenever we at Goodenough and Sons are forced to discipline thestaff, we attempt to make the occasion an educational experiencefor our clientele. So today I will demonstrate an advancedpunishment tool. The split strap, or, as some would have it, thetawse.”First, a word about nomenclature. Unfortunately, there is nointernational committee of standards for the enthusiasts of thelash,” here, the distinguished older gentleman chuckled softly frombehind the other onlookers, “so, especially in our literature,terminology is often confused. I believe that I am correct incalling this instrument a tawse, but if you have been told by otherauthorities differently, that certainly is no stain to theircredentials or to mine.”The instrument she held in front of her was close to three feetlong. It had a tooled leather-covered handle which broadened out toa strap about four inches wide. About halfway out along its lengthit was split into three parts, or tails. The leather was not thick,but fairly stiff, and had been stitched along all its edges. It wassmooth and polished on both sides so that it glowed with a richmahogany finish.”If I were to rate the various instruments of gluteal disciplinein terms of difficulty of use, I would probably place this type oftawse as requiring more expertise than even the Balacca cane.Attend.”She strode to her right. When she reached that side of theplatform, with a suddenness that startled them all she slammed thetawse against the wall. The force of the blow was seemingly beyondher lean stature. The old wall – of solid plaster rather than themodern wallboard – became cracked and chipped over an oval regionmore than a foot long and six inches in height. A sizable chunk ofhard plaster hesitated, then fell to the floor, shattering.”Now that was rigid plaster. I’m sure you can visualize whatthis instrument could do to the soft flesh of a fundament.” Shewalked back to Alicia’s split moon and slapped the tawse across itplayfully. “Barring extraordinary circumstances, I believe we wouldlike to keep our slaves in better condition than that: if only tokeep them from permanent disability. So one must not use a tawse asone would use a flogger or cat. Allow me to demonstrate a proper,severe stroke on Alicia. Alicia! Show your training. Now.”Still holding the tawse in her right hand, she assumed a wide-legged stance to the naked girl’s left and, with what seemed to bethe full force of her arm and body, delivered a resounding blow tothe right buttock. The rifle-shot crraacckk of the tawse againstthe soft skin caused everyone, with the possible exception of theolder gentleman, to gasp and flinch. The marks showed the ends ofthe strap had whipped around to the girl’s flank.From the back of the pillory came an agonized muffled cry,followed almost immediately by a high-pitched, rapid-firerecitation. “Thank-you-Madame-that-was-a-splendid-hit.”Madame Hillary chuckled. “We must work on your elocutionaryskills, Alicia. Slowly, my dear. Or should I add ten or fifteenextras so you may practice?””Oh, please, no, Madame. Thank you, Madame.””Well. If we may return to my demonstration. You will all notethat the stroke against the wall and that against this rumpappeared very similar. The results, though, are very different.Alicia will have very little bruising, and most of that at thesurface level. The secret lies in stopping one’s arm at the instantthat the ends of the tawse first come into contact with the surfaceof the buttock. Remember the c***dhood game ‘crack the whip’? Thename tells all. The supple leather will continue into the cheek,stinging, oh so sharply stinging, much more than one who has notexperienced it could ever imagine. Obviously, this instrument takespractice. If one stops early, the limp leather swishes feeblyagainst the skin. However, strokes can be repeated but never takenback, so I recommend erring on the side of caution.”One other skill is necessary for proper use of the tawse. Notethat for evenness of coverage and pain, one must hit from bothsides.” Moving to Alicia’s right, she changed hands. “I have beenblessed with ambidextrousness.” With startling speed, the strapwhipped back and through. It snapped as loudly as the first lash,leaving a triple stripe around the girl’s left buttock and hipexactly even and the same length as the one still visible on theright.A startled yip, then “Thank you, Madame. Your aim was perfect.”Alicia’s speech was slow and measured, but her voice had tears init.”Bye the bye, Alicia must comment on each blow individually.Repetition is discouraged. But to return to the problem, manypeople have far less strength and agility in their ‘off’ arm.” Shereturned the tawse to her right hand. “So a backhand blow isrequired.” She paused, directing their attention with her eyes toher salesgirl’s rear crack. The girl was clearly expecting thebackhand blow any second, and the muscles of her ass weretightening spasmodically, especially around her anus.”Actually, most people find this swing easier than the forehand.The eye can sight down the straightening arm and stop the swingquite precisely. Alicia! Relax and present!”The clenching stopped immediately. Alicia’s legs straightenedand her back dipped to elevate and push out her reddened backside.Madame Hillary waited a moment, then zipped the hard leather intothe waiting rump. The three strips bridged the two cheeksperfectly, connecting the first two sets of marks to make anartistic whole.A mournful “Thank you, Madame. A mere three strokes have nevergiven me such pain.” was nearly drowned out as Jim, then the twomen, began applauding. The man in his twenties shouted “Encore!””Thank you.” The woman almost, but not quite, smiled. “However,more than an encore is required. Alicia’s behavior has earned hera ‘sixer’, and, of course, this preliminary show cannot beconsidered part of the punishment. I’m sorry, dear, but as part ofthe sixer I feel I must demonstrate blows to the upper thighs andwhat is known to the trade as ‘whipping in’.”Alicia let out a long low moan, her hips moving back and forthas if crying ‘No’. Jim slid a hand up his mother’s bare leg, underher abbreviated skirt and onto her soft, naked buttocks. Lizsquirmed briefly, knowing that at least one of the other spectatorshad a clear view of her son’s action, but finally surrendered tohis mastery (and to her arousal at the tableau so close in front ofher).Madame Hillary pointed to a dial on the wall. “Sir William, ifyou would be so good as to start the rotation of the platform?” Thegentleman moved from behind Liz, where he had evidently beenenjoying Jim’s fondling of the partially revealed bottom-cheeks,and moved to the dial. He turned it about 90 degrees. The platformbegan to rotate at a speed which would bring it completely backaround in about one minute. As Alicia came into view, eyes red fromtears, her employer gave her instructions. “You will deliver yourexpressions of gratitude and appreciation while you are facing ourclients, and with head up and eyes forward. Your correction will beadministered when your rear anatomy is on display to them.”The round stage continued its revolution. When it had returnedto its initial position, with a grand flourish the tawse wastwirled in the air, then slaaappped into Alicia’s left thigh, justbelow the line of her buttock. A shrill shriek, then silence, untilthe rotation had proceeded a half turn. In due course Alicia facedher rapt audience: “Thank you, Madame. My thigh burns with an awfulfire.”Another pause. Crrraaacck. This time the strap wrapped aroundthe right thigh. Liz and Jim noticed a sheen of feminine moistureon the girl’s open vulva. Pause. A blurry-eyed pale face. “Thankyou, Madame. You have never before hit so well, so fiercely.”Halfway around. Lower left buttock.Halfway around. “Thank you… “Turn. Lower right buttock.The rotation continued inexorably. “Thank…”Turn. The fifth stroke was from the right side, whipped in! Thecrimson marks of the strap ends showed straight down the openvalley between the cheeks from above the asshole, over it, thendown through the perineum stopping just short of the cunt-slit. Ascream erupted and continued while the stage turned. Finally, theobservers were treated to a vision of Alicia truly terrified. Asshe mouthed her words, they knew she was contemplating the finalblow. Would it be as bad as that one, or, perhaps, even horriblyworse if it sliced in slightly lower and cut into her labia, forcedopen and vulnerable by her forced posture, so that it tore at thedelicate flesh between them.Finally her rump again faced the audience, and, from the leftside came a zinging stroke that looked like it ended low andbetween. A scream, a moan, then silence. Finally, as Alicia facedthe audience again: “Thank you, Madame.” She paused. “B-b-but I’mafraid that stroke d-d-didn’t whip in c-c-completely. If that wasyour intent, Madame, I b-b-beg you to r-r-repeat it.” Her eyesflooded with tears.”Alicia must be sincere in her comments during a whipping.”Madame Hillary patted the poor girl’s carmine rump. “She neverknows if a mis-stroke was accidental or purposeful. Yes, my poorgirl, I will have to try that stroke again. I meant to whip in lowINTO YOUR PRETTY, SHAVED PUSSY!”At that moment, the salesclerk’s ass pointed directly at thegathered customers and Madame Hillary struck. The sharp stroke waslow, it was hard, and it whipped in perfectly. As the tawse waspulled back a fiery red line glowed from anus to clitoris. Thegirl’s knees buckled completely and she screamed! As the beatenbackside moved away from their view, they could see it jerking upand down and from right to left as if a fire burned hotly on itssurface. The screaming continued until the instant she faced heraudience. Her eyes remained squeezed shut . Then with a visibleeffort, she opened her eyes, gulped down her scream, and, in awavering, trembly voice, recited.”Thank you, Madame. You have never whipped me that intenselybefore. I can only offer a fervent prayer that you never willagain.”The man Madame Hillary had called ‘Sir William’ turned the dialback and the rotation of the patform ceased.”Unfortunately, my sweet, your continual lapses from properbehavior will probably necessitate more of the same. I wouldimagine, however, that our clientele would like to examine moreclosely the vestiges of your punishment, and perhaps practice withthe tawse, or, if they do not feel they have the expertise, withperhaps a flogger on your openly available posterior region. Youwould not mind a bit of tactile examination of your person, wouldyou?” The humbled, blushing girl could only shake her head inacquiescence to this further indignity. “And if they swat your redass a few times, you’ll be polite and thank them, won’t you?” Thistime a reluctant nod.The proprietress stepped down nimbly from the platform andmanipulated the dial to rotate the stage 180 degrees and placeAlicia’s backside to the forefront. Sir William immediately steppedup and, kneeling behind the girl, placed his hand on her rightankle and gently began stroking up her leg. The other, younger manpointed toward the floor in front of his pretty companion and said:”Kneel.” She immediately complied, sitting back on her heels withher hands resting, palm up, on her spread thighs. Her cheeks flamedunder her bowed head. Without looking to make sure she had obeyed,her apparent master grabbed a rope flogger from a nearby displaytable and got up onto the platform.”Madame Hillary, what safeword or signal shall I watch for?” Theman twirled the flogger as he looked back.”Safeword? Alicia, do you have a safeword?” Madame Hillarylooked amused.”Oh no, Madame.” The words were emphatic from behind thepillory.”Why not, young lady?” The dominatrix was almost laughing now.”Well, I guess at least two reasons, Madame. First, you wouldn’tallow it. And second, if I had a safeword I’d use it. In fact Iwould’ve used it two or three times during this punishment. Myprivates still feel like they’re bleeding.””Sir William, since you are examining so closely, are theybleeding?””Not at all, Hillary. Nasty abrasions, but no real blood flow.”As he spoke he ran his fingers along, then between the puffy labiaspread open just inches from his nose. “I believe she’s feeling herjuices dripping.””Well, there’s reassurance for you, Alicia dear. Now tell Mr.,umm, Fondor, I believe it is, why you don’t want a safeword toavoid those abrasions.””Well, sir, I’m a slave. It’s as simple as that. Madame Hillarydoesn’t play these c***dish games with ‘safewords’ and ‘scenes’ andthings. We sell those people equipment, and laugh at them when theyleave the store. But although many’s the time I wish I wasn’t, I’ma slave. A slave can’t call time-out like in k**dy play. If I’veoffended by saying this, I apologize, but I was asked.”Mr. Fondor slowly smiled. He turned to his kneeling companion.”Is that why you never used the safeword I gave you, Jane?”The woman did not look up. “Yes, Peter. I’m your slave.” Herback seemed to straighten with pride as she spoke.”Well, it appears the dais will be crowded for a while.” MadameHillary turned to Jim, who still very obviously had his hand buriedunder the back of his mother’s skirt. “Master Mackenzie. The stageseems crowded at this time, so if you would like, I can help youassemble the essentials for the training of your mother. Afterward,I’m sure Alicia will be pleased to allow you either a public orprivate interview, since it was you she insulted. I say, Mrs.Mackenzie, it appears you are enjoying your son’s attentions.”Madame Hillary approached and ran a long fingernail across a hardnipple poking out under Liz’ thin top.Liz jumped suddenly from something Jim did behind her. “Answerour Hostess, Mom!””Yes. Yes, Ma’am.” Another slight start. Liz kept her eyes downwith embarrassment. “Yes. Ma’am, I am enjoying my son stroking andsqueezing my… my ass.””Mmmm. What a delectable slut, Jim. Do you mind if I call youJim? You may certainly call me Hillary, after all I’m just theshopkeeper here. Jim, let’s find you some things that will reallyput your whorish mommy through her paces.”From [email protected] Thu Feb 06 16:10:43 1997Newsgroups: alt.sex.storiesSubject: Story * An English Vacation 6/7*From: [email protected] (123k**)Date: Thu, 06 Feb 1997 21:10:43 GMT****************************************** I’m not the author ********* 123k** *****************************************~From: [email protected]~Date: Tue, 15 Aug 1995 07:25:05 UTC~Subject: An English Vacation, Chapter 6An English VacationChapter 6The Merchantess of Bath IILiz MacKenzie felt relieved to be temporarily ignored. Sheneeded to take ten deep breaths and sort out the overload ofsensory stimuli. Her ass and crotch were still tingling with theeffects of Jimmy’s pawing and pinching. Behind her, on that displayplatform, she could hear the sharp slaps of the rope flogger onbruised flesh, and the moans and forced “Thank You’s” from thepretty clerk, Alicia. All around her were straps, harnesses,blindfolds, gags, and the other paraphernalia of bondage. Jim andMadame Hillary were a few feet in front of her, the latter holdingher son’s rapt attention with a monologue on the relative merits ofvarious devices for the binding and immobilizing of his sex slave.The slave she referred to was, of course, his sluttishly dressed,totally ignored mother: Liz herself.Well, she thought, I guess the boy was right to be firm when Ididn’t want to come in. This is just a store, if an unusual one.She turned her head and looked toward the pillory. Alicia’s plump,formerly white bottom shone pink with fierce, deep red stripes. SirWilliam was swinging the flogger underhanded, snapping it upwardsinto her exposed belly and shaved mons. The prescribed expressionsof ‘gratitude’ had ceased. The tormented girl now merely alternatedfrantic yips of pain with moans which were perhaps of a completelydifferent nature. Her sweatshirt had been pushed forward to herneck and the man called Mr. Fondor was doing something to hernipples, something that clearly Alicia did not relish.Liz’ mind veered off into wry pathways. No store in the Statescould last long with naked employees being fondled and whipped bycustomers. On the other hand, hadn’t she brought Jimmy over here toexpose him to a different culture? So far, though, she had done allthe exposing — of her body. Now Jim was buying toys: toys for hisenjoyment and her pain and humiliation.She relived the last few minutes.———–Just after the punishment ‘demonstration’ ended, Madame Hillary- the Dragon Lady, Liz had mentally named her – led Jim and herselfto a display of enema equipment. She selected a prepackaged kitand, opening it, showed it to Liz and her son. The first things,no, the only things, Liz could focus on in the box were thenozzles. There were three of them. The narrowest was about an inchin diameter and four inches long – bigger than anything she hadever seen on ‘conventional’ equipment. The next was about the sizeof Jim’s formidable erect penis, and the third! Maybe, just maybe,Don Bonds’ sexual cudgel could rival it, but not in width, and thiswas for her anus!All Liz could say was: “No. Never. I would be injured.”The Dragon Lady had looked a little startled. “You’ve had enemasfrom c***dhood, have you not?”Liz reluctantly nodded.”You certainly don’t expect me to believe your Master or Mastershaven’t sodomized you?” Liz tried to look away but the dominatrixheld her eye. She finally took a deep breath: “I have beencompelled to accept anal intercourse by past M-M-Masters.”Hillary turned to Jim, “This means your mum has been fucked upher asshole,” Jim’s eyes widened, “so I cannot help but believe sheis trying to deceive us concerning the capacity of her rectum,probably in a futile attempt to escape a small measure ofdiscomfort. Master MacKenzie, I would like your permission toexamine your supposedly tight-assed mother.””Sure.” Jim’s face lit up with an expectant grin. “Lizzy-Butt,be a good little girl for the nice lady.””Mrs., um, did your son call you ‘Lizzy-Butt’? Well, then,Lizzy-Butt, turn yourself around and bend over that counter!” Lizhesitated. She knew what was coming and was trying to get up thenerve to just walk out of the store.”Mom, I told Hillary you would obey her. I guess, if you’drather, we could go up to that stage and you could take the clerk’splace in the stocks. Then Hillary could examine you all she wantedand probably those men would want to, too.”Liz knew Jimmy was understandingly proud to be showing off hisnew mastery of her to someone appreciative, so argument or pleadingwould probably make this intolerable situation worse. Numbly, sheabjectly turned and, keeping her legs straight, bent over thedisplay counter. Since the counter was lower than her waist, herback naturally arched. This pushed her entire Venus mound up fromunder the flare of her too-short skirt and into view under theswell of her ass-cheeks. Her hands flew back to pull her skirt backover her.”Thank you, Master MacKenzie.” The Dragon Lady laid her hand onLiz’ back as she spoke. “Now, since your hands are already holdingyour cute little skirt, would you pull it up to your waist? I canassure you that, given your present posture, it is not hiding manyof your dripping-wet secrets anyway.”Liz blushed at the reference to her sexual secretions. Shewished that she could at least remain passive to all this. She hadto endure their torments, but why must they insist that sheparticipate in her own humiliation? Finally she complied, tuggingup the skirt, feeling the cold counter-top under her belly. Thefirst tickle of cold air on her exposed labia sent an erotic shiverup her spine.”Your mother does have a spectacularly youthful ass, MasterMacKenzie. I wish Sir William weren’t so intrigued with Alicia’shelplessness. He would be quite entranced by this lovely bottom.”She glanced back at the spectacle on the platform, then seemed torecall her current task. “Very good, Lizzy-Butt. Now one lastthing: We need to explore your dirty little anus, you know. Soplease spread your legs wider. No, wider still. Now reach back andpull those butt cheeks apart.””What? Oh, please…” Liz looked back in supplication.Jim interrupted. “Mother, I’m going to count three. If youaren’t obeying…”Liz heard the steel in her young son’s voice. She quickly pulledher cheeks apart until she could feel her anal sphincter stretch.”Hmmm. It does look fairly tight.” The sleek dominatrix raisedher index finger, displaying its long scarlet nail. She sucked itinto her mouth, wetting it, then placed it against Jim’s mother’sexposed anus. “Now relax and push out, Lizzy-Butt.”The finger slowly wormed its way in, then moved in a circularfashion, attempting to expand the opening.”I declare, she’s a tight one! I can tell she’s obeying andtrying to relax the muscle. Periodically it spasms tight withaffection for my finger. This is one of your principal erogenouszones, isn’t it, Lizzy-Butt?”Liz, who was trying mightily to prevent her hips from undulatingin erotic response to the invading digit, could only nod her headin mute, shameful assent.Madame Hillary added a second finger and pressed both in up totheir second knuckle. Liz’ anus was obviously resistingtremendously, its puckered dark flesh almost disappearing into herbody. “My God, the woman’s as tight as Alicia was at fifteen.Master MacKenzie, your mother’s a treasure. Most slaves, male andfemale, end up with an asshole as large as their mouth and need towear diapers in their later years. Lizzy-Butt clearly has an incredible sphincter. And she loves anal games! Watch.”Lizzy, I’ll give you a choice. I’ll either pull my fingers outand allow you to make yourself presentable before those wolves onthe platform notice you, or I’ll **** your ass with my fingers,fucking them in and out of your asshole until you cum, screamingwith pleasure. Well, what’s your preference?”Liz clenched her hands into fists, digging her fingernails intoher palms. She had gone without these encompassing pleasure-painsensations for too long. She wanted to yell “Finger-fuck my ass!Fuck it hard!” but she was in public and her young son was lookingon. She forced herself to be silent, but her hips wriggled mutelyin sensual circles. Maybe this damned Dragon Lady would finger-fuckher ass anyway, as a punishment for not answering.Madame Hillary, however, just laughed heartily. “MasterMacKenzie, you’d think a mature woman like your mum would bethankful to be able to stop this humiliation. But no, she wants tobe degraded. So, as responsive Dominants, we’ll deny her thepleasure.” She yanked her fingers out of the pulsing anus, scr****gher nails against the delicate inner flesh as she did so. Lizyelped.”I’ll have to admit, Jim, she’s probably right. ‘Richard theLion-sized’ here,” she hefted the largest dildo-shaped nozzle,”would probably ruin her wonderful tightness. I know what, I’llsubstitute a nice long butt plug for this dildo/nozzle. It’s anecessary accouterment, anyway, and the price will be the same. Yousee, a good enema technique is to overfill her with the fluid ofthe day, then pop out the enema nozzle and ram home the plug. Thatholds all the liquid in for as long as you want. Makes the bloatedvictim cramp from time to time, but that’s just a nice bonus,right?”Jimmy nodded, his imagination soaring. “How long can I leave itin?””That, of course, depends on her training.” She slapped Liz onthe butt, “Lizzy-Butt, you can stand up now, and whether you leaveyour skirt up is your choice.” Liz stood quickly and smoothed herskirt down in front and behind. Madame Hillary continued , “Jim, Ihave filled Alicia till she looked pregnant, then taken her to asymphony concert to hear Beethoven’s Fifth. Tears were rolling downher cheeks while the last two movements were played by theorchestra, but HER movement when we arrived home was even morespectacular.”The Dragon Lady moved down the aisle with Jimmy in tow. “Let meshow you some restraint devices. You will find it ever soconvenient to make your slave completely available and, at the sametime, completely immobile and helpless.”————This brought Liz back to the present. Both Jim’s and MadameHillary’s arms were now filled with restraint equipment. Finally,the Dragon Lady turned and, raising her voice, called out:”Gentlemen. Time. I regret to inform you that Alicia’s punishmentdemonstration must come to an end. I need her to perform her moreprosaic clerical duties. If you would release her from the stocks,please.”Some good-natured groans (and a feminine sigh of relief) metthis announcement. Alicia was released and steadied as shestraightened up. She was bending for her clothing when she heard:”Just that shirt that you have on, Alicia dear. Hurry, I need you.”When Alicia came over, the proprietress filled her arms with theselected merchandise. She was sent to the front counter to starttotaling the prices. Madame Hillary spoke to Jim while eyeing Lizup and down. “The last recommendation I have is for clothing toreally show off your mum’s best features. I always get confusedabout sizes in the States, but I’ll just guess that to getsomething of sufficient tightness, we’ll have to look in ouradolescent department. It makes sense, doesn’t it, Lizzy-Butt, thatif you are the sex slave of a thirteen year old, you should dresslike a thirteen year old?”Liz flushed. She knew she was petite, but also knew that shecouldn’t possibly fit into the outfits for girls with hips as slimas boys – girls who wore training bras but had very little totrain.”I asked you a question!” The fiery Dominant turned to Jim. “Isyour mother always this rude?””I’m sorry, Madame. Yes, since I am my thirteen year old son’sslave, I should dress to that age.””Since you were so reticent, I think you should repeat that muchlouder. Don’t you think so, Jim?””Yeah. Mom, the whole store better hear you, and not just’slave.’ make it ‘sex slave.'”Liz took a deep breath and raised her voice until she felt evenpeople outside in the street would hear. “I am my thirteen year oldson’s sex slave! I need to dress like a slutty thirteen year old!”The words rang off the walls, and she was forever shamed aseveryone turned to gape at her. But deeper down she felt a wave ofrelief, of contentment, that she had announced her perversity tothe world, that it was no longer an ugly secret she couldn’t evenadmit to herself. Places like this have more than one purpose.Head down but with posture erect, she followed her son and theDragon Lady to the women’s clothing section and the one smallsection of it devoted to adolescent styles. In a way she wasrelieved to be in that particular section. The adult section washeavily fetish-oriented: every outfit there identified the weareras being involved with some sexual deviation. There were slaveoutfits, leather and acrylic wear, and dominatrix gear, all of it,seemingly, meant to be accompanied by six-inch heels. She couldn’timagine touring cathedrals in that clothing. The teen section, onthe other hand, included every imaginable sexy style worn bypubescent girls through the years. But they were styles familiar tothe public eye. There were English public school uniforms, sixties’halter tops and cutoffs, tube tops, and of course every variety ofrevealing skirt and dress. Some were slit up the sides, someextremely tight…”How about this?” Jim was holding up a skirt that looked as ifit were made for a nine year old. The waist wasn’t more than 18inches, and it couldn’t have been more than 9 inches from waistdown to hem.”Oh, dear, Jimmy, no. It’s much too…””What.” He said it softly – like his grandfather, she realized.”I mean ‘Jim.’ I’m sorry I…” Again her son interrupted.”I don’t think this qualifies as being in public, does it? Tryone more time.””Umm, ‘Lord’, I was wrong to call you those other names. Iforgot.””Has Lizzy-Butt been a naughty little girl?” Jim’s recitation ofwhat was evidently a mantra provoked an evil smile to form onHillary’s mouth.Liz looked around quickly. She had always dreaded someone wouldoverhear this. “Yes, Lord, Lizzy-Butt has been naughty.””What happens to Lizzy-Butt when she’s naughty?”Was he going to spank her right here? No, she couldn’t takethat. Having that Dragon Lady’s fingers up her butt (and gettingturned on in spite of herself) was as much sexual torment as shecould stand. Unfortunately her training made her answerautomatically. “Lizzy-Butt gets a spanking.””Yes, a bare-assed spanking. I wonder if we should go up on theplatform where Alicia was…” Madame Hillary leaned toward him andwhispered in his ear for several minutes. “Ah, yes. Perhaps we candelay your spanking until we get to our hotel room. Would you likethat?””Oh, yes, Lord, very much.” She couldn’t contain her relief,even though she found herself behaving like a fawning idiot.”Then you’ll do what I say? You see I have a small penalty foryou for now.”Liz suddenly realized that she was being led along toward somehumiliation dreamt up by the Dragon Lady, but she was trapped.”Yes, my Lord.””Then since you have behaved so badly, get down on your handsand knees and crawl for a while. It will help you remember that I’mnot your little ‘Jimmy’ any more.”Liz half turned toward the door, then realized that she couldn’twalk out on her son — her… Master. She was his — even if shedidn’t want to be at times. She turned back to face him and closingher eyes in humiliation, dropped to her knees and bent forward ontoher hands. Her loose bodice hung down, exposing the upper half ofher breasts down to the bare nipples protruding above her half-brain front. Worse, she could feel the stiff micro-miniskirt stretchhorizontally out behind her, exposing her shaved, swollen labia.She looked back over her shoulder to see the man called Sir Williamsquatting and staring down the aisle – and not at her face.”I believe you were going to complain about your ‘LORD’S’ choiceof skirt.” Madame Hillary took the tiny piece of cloth from Jim asshe spoke. “Well, like every stupid slave, you were wrong – andinsulting – about that, too. First, this tight waist will beperfect, once we get one of these on you.” She leaned across to alingerie counter and held up a waist cincher: a corset which onlyextended from the bottom of the ribcage down to the upper hips(about at the level of the end of the tailbone in back). It hadleather lacings in a panel in front which obviously would forciblyassist a woman’s torso to conform to its waspish shape.”Second, the darling brevity of this skirt will be delicious, aslong as you stand VERY straight. If decorum is absolutelynecessary, I would suggest some panty-hose underneath (nude to thewaist, of course), so people will not be SURE they’re gettingflashes of your pretty slit. For less formal activities – youraverage touristy occasions, for instance – I think I have here theperfect accessory.” Again she reached to the lingerie display andselected a pair of filmy-transparent, nude colored panty hose, butwith a difference. These had a significant amount of the crotch,fore and aft, cut out. The resulting gap was hemmed and heavilystitched to prevent sagging. It was clear that from the top of theVenus mound in front, down between the legs to the back , and up tothe top of the buttocks cleft behind, the cut-out would completelyexpose the wearer. “Won’t this be fun to wear, Lizzy-Butt?”Liz had been staring up incredulously at the insane clothingthis woman suggested that she could wear… in public! But at thatfinal question, she could only look down at the floor and nod inthe affirmative, as required.”By the way, in a few moments you’ll be able to try on thesethings, and, I would hope, some others as well. I certainlywouldn’t let you buy them based just on my opinion of their fit.”Now,” Hillary continued, “I must get Alicia over here.” Shestood on tiptoes trying to locate her employee.”I have an idea,” Jim spoke up. “Since my slave, here, seems toonly get in the way here (and gets herself into trouble), I couldhave her crawl around the store to find Alicia and tell her youneed her.””Why thank you, Master MacKenzie.” the Dominatrix looked down atthe woman on all fours. “I believe she is probably near the frontcounter down that aisle.” She grabbed a handful of Liz’ hair andturned her head in the direction she meant. “Your Master and I willselect the rest of your new wardrobe.””NNNNnnnnnnn…” Liz’ voice rang out loudly, then lowered to apleading whine and never reached the ‘O’. Mentally defeated andthoroughly humbled, her only thought was that perhaps she hadstifled her insolence in time to avoid further abasement andpunishment. She began her long crawl down the aisle on the tiledfloor. She heard Jim’s snigger at the jiggle of her exposedass-cheeks as she moved.All of the customers seemed to have taken positions between herand her goal. Sir William just stared as she passed, but was openlyrubbing his bulging crotch. The Fondor couple were next. Janestepped aside sympathetically, but the dominant, Peter, stood inthe center of the aisle with his legs spread wide. Liz knew that ifshe caused a scene she would probably just make it worse, so shecrawled between his legs as fast as she could. Unfortunately thiswas not quite fast enough to avoid the sharp slap he gave to eachof her bare buttocks on her way through. Finally she saw Alicia,who was surprised but clearly amused at the sight of the humbledcustomer approaching her. Liz had been trying to decide how totreat the girl who was the clerk and slave of the establishment.She finally decided aloof superiority would be rather ludicrouswhile one is on one’s hands and knees and lewdly exposed.”Excuse me, Alicia, but the Dra… – Madame Hillary – needs youin the Adolescents’ Clothing section.””And you were sent to fetch me?” Alicia came closer. “And youdid it? On your hands and knees, showing everyone your sluttychoice of brassiere? And no knickers either? Oh, Lovely! By theway, I can see that your nipples are swollen and dark like juicyg****s! This kind of treatment must agree with you even more thanit agrees with me.” She giggled.Liz had thought that she was all blushed out after everythingthat had happened in the last half hour, but this caused her toredden again. She looked down and away, avoiding Alicia’s eyes, butafter a slow minute had passed, realized that the slave-clerkrequired a response.”Yyyyeeesss,” she squeaked softly, answering all the questionsand observations at once.”I’ll bet that if I licked your clit twice you’d climax with ascream, but my Mistress is waiting and I don’t have permission.Come on!”Alicia strode away briskly. Liz, who was trying to shake off hershameless imagining of the delights of Alicia’s flicking tongue,was forced to scramble along. She was crawling behind the clerk’sred, punished undercheeks which, from Liz’ angle, were completelyvisible under the sweatshirt. The slap-thump-slap-thump of Liz’hands and knees hitting the tiled floor caused laughter and mockingsound effects from the male customers, who were now trailing behindthe two girls. Finally she and Alicia reached her son and theDragon Lady. (She would have to be more careful. She had almostused her secret name for Madame Hillary aloud to Alicia.)”Alicia, take these.” In the few minutes that Liz had been gone,it seemed Jim and Hillary had picked out quite a pile of clothes.”I have consulted with Master MacKenzie and it has been decided theslave crawling behind you will use the regular slave’s dressingarea for fitting. Escort her there and be ready to assist her indressing in these items. We will meet you there momentarily. I haveneglected to show my customer our paddles and floggers, and he willcertainly need them… Oh, and Ms. MacKenzie, you may rise to yourfeet while in the dressing area. It certainly WOULD be impossibleto get into that delightful skirt your son chose while in yourpresent posture.”Alicia wiggled her finger at Liz, then walked off down a sideaisle. Not far along it, on the right, was a small platform abouteight feet square and raised about eighteen inches above floorlevel. Liz could not suppress a groan when she noted the clothestree in one corner and complete openness on all sides. It was justhigh enough so that someone standing on it would be visiblethroughout the store. Her groan changed to an audible “Oh God,noooo!” when Sir William walked up and, winking at her, took hisseat in one of the comfortable chairs ringing this dais.”Up you go, girl.” Alicia bent and gave Liz a light slap on herbehind. The slaps continued and became firmer until she reluctantlycrawled the last few feet and clambered up onto the platform. Shegot to her feet and gazed out over the large showroom.Yes, showroom, she thought, and she was the next show!The Fondors came by next. They were obviously unfamiliar withthis area of the store but caught on quickly. Peter took a seat anddirected Jane to a kneeling position on the floor by his side. Lizwas forced to stand stiffly, the focus of attention, for severallong minutes until finally Jim and the Proprietress strolled up.Liz spoke in a trembling voice. “Lord, may I speak with you,please?”Jim came forward to the dais, and Liz squatted down to whisperin his ear: “I’m really afraid I’m not ready for this, son. Wedon’t know these people. I don’t mind coming back when the store’sempty. Then you and that woman… well, I’ll try to be obedient.But, please!”Her son looked at her quizzically and whispered back, “Mom, I’vehad a hard-on since I came into the store, and your nipples seem tojust get bigger and bigger. Should I check to see if you’re wet?”Liz looked down and shook her head. “Well, is your cunt wet?” Lizdidn’t look up, she just nodded. “And you’re going out of your wayto flash Mr. Fondor, the way you’re squatting.”Liz realized that she had faced directly at that man when shesquatted down with her legs splayed widely apart. Themicro-miniskirt was almost to her waist in front. Worse, she couldfeel that her labia had opened due to the spread of her thighs, soPeter Fondor was getting an almost gynecological view of herfeminine core.”Hold still.” Jim put a hand on her knee as she tried to closeher legs. “You’ve had to bend or squat a half dozen times today andyou’ve always found a way to keep your legs together and your skirtcovering your butt and pussy. This was no accident. So smile at theman and give him a wink.”Blushing scarlet, she whined something unintelligible, thenobeyed her son’s command. She was startled at the sexual rush shefelt when Fondor grinned and spread his legs in his chair,displaying a huge bulge in his crotch.”So, it seems you ARE ready for this. That’s another littlefault you’ll pay for when we get to our hotel room. Now if youfollow instructions perfectly and model all the clothes, I promiseI won’t try out the ropes and paddles and dildos while all thesepeople are watching. OK?”Liz looked at her beautiful, imperious son. She’d known beforeshe asked that if he forced her, she’d go through with it. So shestood back up, the mixture of emotions and sensations almostoverwhelming. She had a sudden, almost overpowering urge to fingerher tingling pussy right here on the stage in front of everyone.The fire in her loins was so intense that she could scarcely standit, and she knew it would get worse as she undressed and dressedfor her son, and for this audience.”Well, if that little confab is finished, why don’t we startwith a few tops.” Madame Hillary held out several items of clothingto Liz. “You can hang your blouse and cute little bra on that tree,there.”Liz took the clothes, but Alicia stepped up onto the dais atthat point to hold them for her. Liz began shaking visibly as sheslowly pulled the chiffon top up over her head. When it came offher nipples started to actually hurt in their swollen hardness. Shehung the top as best she could on the clothes tree, and, taking adeep breath, reached behind her and unhooked the bra. Lizu*********sly closed her eyes as the bra slid down her arms. Herbreasts had already become essentially exposed because of thenature of the bra, but having no covering down to her waistunnerved her, frightened her, excited her.When she was finally able to reopen her eyes, two male Englishstrangers were staring at her naked tits and unselfconsciouslyrubbing their crotches; Jimmy and the Dragon Lady both had looks oftriumphant lust; and the two submissive females appearedsympathetic, but a little jealous. She put the bra with her blouse,while her freed breasts jiggled with the motion.For the next ten minutes she modelled a silk top whose loosevee-neck opened to her waist, then an abbreviated halter whichshowed the undersides of her milky-white breasts, then a tube-topof a very elastic material that molded to her breasts like a layerof paint, and, finally, the audience’s favorite, a long rectangleof material with a hole in the middle for her head. This last wasmade of a stiff cotton fabric, and was worn as a sort of doublebib, covering her front and back almost to the waist, but with nosides. Actually on each side there were two ‘optional’ wovenstrings that could be attached to the front and back, ostensiblyholding them together. But they were so long that they just hung inlong arcs when Liz stood perfectly straight. When she bent forward,as she was forced to do several times, the cords did nothing toprevent the front from hanging down vertically, completelyrevealing her firm tits from both sides. To add to her discomfort,the loose, stiff cotton rubbed her sensitive nipples with everymovement of her body, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through herbreasts and down toward her sexual center.Finally, she finished the tops and again stood nude to the waistin front of her small audience. She knew what was next, but hopedagainst hope it wouldn’t happen. Unfortunately, Madame Hillaryhanded up some new clothes to her clerk and, simultaneously, Jimspoke the dreaded words.”Next we’ve got some underwear and skirts and things. Take offthe rest of your clothes, Mom.” Well, this is it, she thought. Itwill only take a second, since all I’m wearing are these shoes andthis too-short mini-skirt. She kicked off the shoes and Aliciamoved them under the clothes tree. Her hands went to the waist ofthe skirt; her fingers automatically unbuttoned it; but then shefroze. Liz just could not strip in public this way. She looked atAlicia beseechingly. Receiving a nod from Madame Hillary, thesalesgirl moved in front of Liz and, kneeling to allow the audiencea complete view, slid down the zipper holding the skirt up. Herhands caressed Liz’ hips and buttocks as she slowly pushed thetight skirt down. When Liz’ trimmed mound and swollen lips weretotally exposed, Alicia finished the embarrassed woman’s denudingquickly, sliding the skirt down her legs and raising each of Liz’feet in turn to free it. It joined her top and bra an the clothestree.”Start with the hose, then the corset,” Madame Hillary said,pointing.Liz was handed a pair of ‘whore’ stockings: wide-meshed,thigh-high hose with elastic tops. She looked for someplace to leanor sit, but finding none, she resignedly rolled up one of thestockings and tried to put it on one foot while standing one-footedon the other. She spent the next few minutes hopping around thestage as she repeatedly lost her balance. At last, she got her toesin the stocking properly. Unfortunately, she only got her toes inright, and as she yanked the stocking over her foot, she lost herbalance for the last time, and, with a scream of fear andfrustration, fell with a loud SPPLLAATT on her rump, her legssplayed widely and high in the air. Tears of frustration welled inher eyes at the ribald laughter directed at her by her audience.When the laughter had died down and Liz’ tears threatened toincrease to hysterical proportions, Jimmy handed up a low stool toAlicia, saying: “Get my mom on this stool and put the hose on forher. I don’t think she could bear to try THAT again.”Liz quickly realized that the stool was a horrible newindignity. It was so low that her knees were almost at the level ofher chest, so, as a leering Alicia began to put the hose on eachfoot, that leg had to be stretched out and to the side. Any morespread, she thought to herself, and she’d be in a convenientposition for her gynecologist. Her cunt gaped, and everyone in heraudience stared right back at it. Each stocking came up her legslowly, lingeringly. Alicia’s hands were like those of a lover,stroking, stoking Liz’ flame. As the hose were adjusted high on herthighs, the blonde clerk’s fingers brushed ‘accidentally’ againsther labia and clitoris again and again. Each petting was punctuatedby Alicia’s loud, mock-apologetic “Oh, excuse me,” so the audiencewould know her digits had touched an intimate spot. By the time thehose were on and adjusted, Liz’ secretions were glistening on herinner thighs above the stocking tops.A pair of pumps with 5 inch heels were handed up and placed onher feet so she could model the hose properly. After she hadstrutted around the stage for some minutes, Alicia teasingly peeledoff the stockings and re-dressed her with the pair of crotchlesspantyhose Madame Hillary had selected for her earlier. By the timethe store clerk had painstakingly adjusted the seams around Liz’crotch and ass-crack to everone’s satisfaction, the poormother-slave had lost all touch with the degrading aspects of herpublic display and was pulsing with the near-explosive heatradiating out from her lustful cunt. While she walked and posed,her only awareness was of her wet, swollen labia rubbing together.When she sat open-legged on the stool, every slight movement of airstung her hardened nipples and clit. Finally, when the stiff,wasp-waisted corset was added to her ‘outfit’, the tightening ofthe lacings, which ordinarily would have been painful, merely addedto her submissive excitement.Everyone in the showroom could see the enormity of Liz’ arousal.Her chest was flushed and heaved with every panting breath. Herhands were clenched and her eyes glazed. Hillary decided to addouter garments to completely dress her. The tiny, c***d’s skirtactually fit around her waist – after Alicia tightened the corseta few more gut-wrenching centimeters. Unfortunately, although theskirt covered (barely) her front, in back it only covered herrounded ass about three-quarters of the way down. Her panty-hosedlower cheeks and, because of the open crotch, a good portion of hertight ass-crack were visible no matter how stiffly she stood.”Ah, well, not for Buckingham palace, but interesting attire fora stroll through Kensington Gardens.” Madame Hillary turned to Jim.”I’d use it as punishment garb. Dress her like this if she’snaughty and then bring your school-chums in for cake. Ask themloudly what they’re staring at, and see if anyone dares say thatyour mum’s ass is showing.” She turned back to Liz. “But we’d bestnot have her cute tits and that sex-flush on her chest showing, solet’s add a top to this ensemble.””How about the tube top?” Jim pointed to the elastic garment.”If she wears it low enough I’d guess it’ll reach her waist andcover the corset.”Alicia looked to Madame Hillary for approval. “Yes, Alicia. Itwill likely work perfectly. We certainly don’t want the corsetshowing, so let me get some pins to hold it to the skirt. I believeit will just cover those perky nipples.”After the pins were duly found and the bottom of the tube toppinned to the waistband of the skirt, it was found that indeed thetop could be stretched to cover the nipples, and, in fact, theentire aureoles of Liz’ breasts. But that was, as the saying goes,’stretching it.’ So, unfortunately, if she walked, or even movedher upper torso in any way, since the skirt was too tight to rise,the top fell. Only an inch or two usually, but it fell. And thatwas plenty far to pop her ‘buttons’ out. After she had pulled itback up over her nipples several times, Jim told his mother thatAlicia was there to help her with her clothing, so she should askAlicia if she wanted her top adjusted.As Liz walked the circuit of the stage and, on orders from theaudience, bent and stretched and posed, she had to constantly canlı bahis pleadwith the clerk to re-cover her exposed nipples. The young girlaccomplished this task by grasping one nipple hard between thumband forefinger, then pulling up the top on that side, thenreleasing the nipple and sliding her covered hand slowly out up theslope of the breast. Then she repeated the same process with theother nipple. It seemed to some in the audience that Liz no longerwas humiliated by this, but rather stimulated, and made sure hertop fell as often as possible. She was that desperate to reach herimminent orgasm.”All right, Mom, that’s enough. I think it’s time to pay for ourpurchases and find our hotel and get registered for the night. Youcan change back to your regular clothes on the way out. Let’s findthe front counter.” Jim raised his hand to help hismother down fromthe platform.Madame Hillary smiled at the look of confusion and, was itdismay? on Liz MacKenzie’s face. The poor, aroused woman thoughtthat somehow she would be forced (allowed) to climax on the stage.”This way, please, Master MacKenzie and… Lizzy-Butt.” She strodetoward the front of the store.Liz was in such a haze that she didn’t bother to do anythingwhen her nipples popped out as she descended onto the showroomfloor and followed her son and that… that Dragon Lady. TheFondor’s wandered away to complete their shopping with Aliciawaiting on them, but Sir William followed Hillary, Jim, and Jim’sobscenely dressed mother to the front counter.Liz found that most of her son’s purchases were already packedin a large carton and their prices totaled. When the clothing wasadded (there were some items she had not tried on), the total billwas almost as high as the cost of their airline tickets — and thisbill was in pounds, not dollars. She didn’t even considercomplaining, though. James, Jim’s father, deserved to pay. He hadgotten her into this mess by letting Jimmy in on her secret shame.While she and the Dragon Lady were awaiting the creditconfirmation, Jim and the quiet British nobleman became engrossedin a whispered conversation. Liz began worrying. Was Jimnegotiating her use? Would she be ordered onto that stage with thestocks? Was she destined to spend the night in some ancient stonedungeon where her anguished cries would echo endlessly as she waswhipped and tortured and ****d. But her frustrated, lustful bodywas screaming in the dungeon of her confused brain that itwouldn’t, couldn’t be **** — she needed it too badly.Or perhaps the ‘tweedy knight’, as she had mentally christenedSir William, was merely advising Jim that the proper ‘punishment’for her alleged transgressions was to tie her for the night in sucha way that she couldn’t even use her hands to gain relief.Her clit, her nipples, every erogenous zone on her body stung sobad, so erotically, that she despairingly hoped it would be thedungeon.STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 7, COMING SOON TO A NEWSGROUP NEAR YOU.From [email protected] Thu Feb 06 16:10:52 1997Newsgroups: alt.sex.storiesSubject: Story * An English Vacation 7/7*From: [email protected] (123k**)Date: Thu, 06 Feb 1997 21:10:52 GMT****************************************** I’m not the author ********* 123k** *****************************************An English VacationChapter 7Conspiracies…Part a:James,Your ex-wife and son appeared this afternoon at the shop, andeverything isprogressing much better than you envisioned.First of all, Jim has clearly pushed all the right buttons and madeLiz intohis oh-so-obedient slave.Even better, by luck they spent their first two nights in England inan inn(pub) owned by one Donald Bonds, an elephant-cocked a****l on thefringe of the B&D community. He ALWAYS makes a BIG impression,and I imagine he expanded Liz’ vaginal horizons, so to speak. Seizingthischance, your enterprising son pretended that it was Bonds (rather thanyou)who recommended my establishment. (Jim wrote a note telling me hisidentity and that I should pretend that the note was from my ‘friend’,DonBonds.) Since Liz never read the note and knew I was a stranger toboth ofthem, the ruse made perfect sense to her. (If this is what that ladis capableof as a thirteen-year-old, he’ll have half the women in the westernworld ashis slaves when he reaches manhood – I’m having fantasies about himmyself!)The last stroke of luck was that they happened to ring the bell at mystorejust after I left the store briefly (for the prosaic purpose of makinga bankdeposit, if you must know), so Alicia met them at the door.You must remember Alicia, you had her naked and dangling from theceiling upside-down on your last visit. I mentioned while you wereherethat she’d make a good store-clerk/slave. Well, she definitely has!Having no prior instructions, she quite properly refused them entry.Afterall, there are laws even here on minors entering stores specializingin sexparaphernalia. At that moment (neat, yes?), I drove up andcountermandedher, in actuality because I recognized them from the photos you sent,butostensibly because of the supposed recommendation of Bonds.It goes without saying that I used this as an excuse to punish Aliciain aspectacular fashion in front of the customers. So your innocentfamilyentered a D&S fantasy as soon as they walked in the door!Here’s the complete story:After acclimatizing Jim and Liz to the layout of the store, I putAlicia, nakedfrom the waist down, in the stocks — the head-wrist ones in theformerwindow display…090909…………………{Author’s Note: Greater portion of narration of Liz and Jim’sadventuresat Goodenough & Sons deleted – see Chapters 5 & 6}090909……………………it was an inspired moment for Jim to abruptly drag his mother fromhernaked Purgatorio on the dais at the exact moment she expected to beelevated into a sexual Paradiso – I tell you the boy is gifted! Hethenordered her, while she positively shook with lust, to attend to themundanedetails of purchasing the bondage gear and slut clothing she hadmodeled. [The total purchase ran to 1,300 pounds, which she paid withoutmurmur.:-) ]Meanwhile, Sir William took Jim aside. I found out later that Williamwasoffering his hospitality to your boy and his mother. He inquired asto wherethey were staying while in Bath. By coincidence (yes, this entireextemporaneous scene was charmed), he has a large financial interestin thevery hotel at which your ex-wife made reservations. William belongs toapartnership which owns the facility, and they have dedicated some ofitsost lavish accommodations to themselves and ‘like-minded’ friends. Hewas consequently able to upgrade Jim and Liz’ room to one of thesespecialsuites and provide it at no cost. He also invited the couple to dinewith hiswife and himself in one of the rooms set aside for ‘private’ banquets.Whathe didn’t tell Jim directly (but hinted at) was that a select portionof thehelp at this hotel specializes in catering to the type of sexualaffairs thatwe all enjoy.I believe that Sir William has devised several surprises for a certainmasterand his ‘bond-mother’ (to coin a term) both before and during thatdinner.If you are wondering, I have honored your wishes and kept yourinterest inthis affair a secret. Sir William believes that, like himself, I ammerelycaptivated by the voyeuristic aspects of this situation. It wouldappear thathis ideas will probably further your plans, however, since althoughyounever have informed me exactly where this script is leading, I havetheimpression that it suits you to have your son show off his mother inmoreand more humiliating and sexually degrading situations. Beinghumiliated infront of (and perhaps BY) menial hotel workers will certainly be aimpressive move for her in that direction. I hinted to William that Iwouldenjoy candid photos. Of course, I had secret cameras running allafternoonat the store. You should receive your first pictures and tapes bycourier inabout a week. If you can’t wait, I can digitize select tidbits ande-mailthem, but the quality loss is too high, in my opinion. Let me know.I guess some background on my relationship with Sir William may helpyouto assess this new element in the situation. He is what has become ararityin this country: a minor member of the aristocracy who is wealthyenoughto hold on to his family’s extensive real estate assets. Theseprovide himwith more than enough income for his every whim. More to the point,he ismy uncle(!) — my mother’s brother — and… well, he introduced me toDominance and Submission!Someday (probably after my uncle has died) I want to write a bookaboutour relationship through the years, but for now, since I have no doubtpiqued your interest (or should I say interested your ‘prique’) I’llgive you abrief synopsis as to how he taught me.When I was about 11 years old, my mother began sending me to hisestatefor visits, at first just for a day or weekend, and finally, as my12thbirthday approached, for the entire summer. Why for the summer?Well, on mylast weekend visit before that summer, I misbehaved quite seriously,andUncle William sternly took me over his knee for the first realphysicalpunishment of my young life.In full view of my Aunt Dierdre, he yanked both my shorts and myknickersdown and off my legs, then vigorously spanked me. I screamed at thepain;I blushed at the humiliation of knowing my Aunt, who was directlybehindme, could see my private areas; but most of all I was terrified of theviolentsensations coursing through my body. After each volley of about 20sharpsmacks, my Uncle would stop and lecture me, while running his handsovermy adolescent bottom and thighs. I would relax, thinking my ordealwasover, my deepest being soothed by the pleasure of his soft touch, whensuddenly WHACK! he would start again. I can’t remember the number ofthose cycles, but I will always remember that, during the last flurryofspanks, my hips were undulating in time with the punishment, rising tomeeteach slap, then grinding my pelvis into his knee as his cupped handsmackedmy buttock.Finally, he stopped and lifted me off his knee to stand in front ofhim. Iwas so stunned by the punishment that I stood facing the two of them,wiping my tearing eyes, not even conscious that I was naked from thewaistdown.”Have you learned your lesson?” His voice was firm, but somehow insympathy with my mood. I nodded, wide-eyed. “Good. I believe Ishallrequest of your mother that you visit us for the entire summer. Wouldyoulike that?”Believe it or not, I nodded again, vehemently. I wasn’t thinking ofhis park,or the horses I could ride, or the swimming pool. I wasn’t thinkingof thespanking per se, or my nakedness, or the burning pleasure in mycrotch. This sounds crazy, but I was thinking about how much I loved themboth! Iguess there’s must be a B&D or D&S gene 🙂 (sort of like the homosareattempting to convince everyone that there is a queer gene).At any rate, my mother agreed readily to send me to Sir William’s formorethan two months. She told me that since he was c***dless and held thefamily title, any interest he took in me could not but help my future.Shealso gave me a rather strange lecture concerning my duty, while atsomeoneelse’s home, to obey their rules and follow their customs. I wonderedif sheknew or suspected about my spanking, but kept silent. I felt it was asecretbetween my aunt and uncle and myself.I was an apt student of their ‘customs’:The evening I arrived, Sir William called me to his study. Heinformed methat since I was now to be a member of the household and not just aguest,I must follow without question the rules of his house. He promisedme thatany disobedience or rebellion on my part would be met with severephysicalchastisement. He mentioned that my prior spanking was merely agentlewarning. Next, he shocked me with his first rule: I was always to becompletely deferential to all adult males: curtseying when I enteredtheirpresence, speaking respectfully when spoken to, and never, evercontradicting them.Here I made a mistake common to submissives. I spoke out against…therule against speaking out: which, of course, contradicted him. I gotas far as”Uncle William, that’s not fair…”, when he rose from his chair, hisfacesevere, his eyes sparking.”What did I just very emphatically say, young lady?”My composure disappeared. I sank to my knees in front of his tall,leanform which towered above me. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… Oh,Sir…Please!””Let me repeat. What did I just say!” He spread his legs and placedhishands on his hips.I was so terrified that I began to hiccough. It must have been quitecomicalfor him, listening to me trying desperately to repeat every word hehad toldme while hiccoughing every third or fourth word. But his face neverlost itsferocity. When I finally finished, he nodded.”You listened, but clearly you didn’t hear. Is rebellion tolerated inthishousehold?””N-n-nooo, (hic), S-s-sir.””What is the penalty for rebellion?””A s-s-spank… a (hic) whipp… Physical ch-chastise(hic)ment, but Idon’tknow exactly how, Sir.” My hands slid around to cover my backside asIknelt.He said nothing. He merely unbuckled his belt and, directly in frontof mycowering face, slid it out of the loops on his pants.”Oh, please, Sir (hic). Please. Your hand, like last time. I’llnever…””Stand up and remove your lower clothing, girl.”I stifled any further pleas and rose to my feet. Slowly, shamefully,Ilowered my shorts and clumsily removed them. Then I hooked my thumbsin my knickers and, with a hiccoughed sob, pushed them down. Whentheyreached my crotch, I realized to my everlasting shame that they wereticking to my moist pee-slit (as I then called my vagina). Theknickersstretched further and further, still adhering, as I pushed downward.Theywere at my knees by the time they pulled free of my sex. I groaned.To myutter dismay my uncle sounded out a “tsk, tsk.”As I stepped out of my knickers, I realized that my shoes andstockingswere still on. He had said lower clothing, and I certainly did notwant tomake things worse, so I removed my foot-coverings while I was bentover. When I arose, my lower torso, legs, and feet were on complete display.My body had just started to develop towards womanhood. My vulva wasbare, and almost without visible labia. To the viewer it looked likeacompressed dark line bisected the puffiness of my juvenile mons, wherefour or five pitch-black hairs stood out like trees in a meadow. Someluckygirls first grow a fluffy down between their legs which slowly darkensandthickens. My pubis grew one stark black hair at a time. (Am Iturning youon, James?)Uncle William pointed to an overstuffed arm-chair. “Bend from thewaist,girl. Use your hands on the chair-arms for support.” Terrified, Iobeyed.”Good. Now lower your upper body until your face rests on the seat. Keep your legs straight and spread them. Wider. I must warn you tobraceyourself. You will remain in that position or we’ll begin all overagain. You wouldn’t want that, would you?””Oh, no, Sir.” I replied.”Hmph. So that there is no misunderstanding, do you deserve thiswhipping?”A pause. “(hic) Yes, Sir.””Do you think it will help you to remember the rules of the house?”Reluctantly: “Yes, Sir.”There was complete silence (except for an occasional ‘hic’ from me)forabout a minute, then a quick whim, and leather met my bottom with asharpcrrrraaack. The shock! The pain! I almost threw myself to the floortocrawl away and soothe the awful sting with my hands. Somehow, though,Ikept my stance: a sharp quick scream torn from my lips was the onlysignof the dreadful panic I felt.Four more dreadful blows struck my upthrust buttocks, and by theirconclusion I was moaning and mumbling continuously. Then, after abriefpause, I felt my uncle’s broad hand stroke my red, stinging rear.”Since this is your first punishment, I’ll finish it with a handspanking,rather than 15 more with the belt, if you promise to be morerespectful forthe balance of your stay. Well?””Oh, yes, I’ll be very respectful to every man, sir, I promise.Please justspank me with your hand.” I automatically pushed my rear into hispalm. Iwanted no more of the fearsome belt.The odd thought came to me that my hiccoughs had disappeared.My fanny (remember, my dear American friend, over here our ‘fannies’arestrictly female and on the front side of our crotch) was pushed backbetween my legs by my bent-over posture, so his hand was brushing overitrepeatedly as he rubbed my posterior. I never had realized howsensitive itwas. I was no longer moaning, but my breathing had become labored andgasping.He began to spank. Either he was being gentle or the comparison withhisbelt was extreme, because the slaps stung and heated my nether areawithout really being agonizing. My fanny (OK, pussy) was not spared,butusually it was just the tips of his fingers which snapped against mylittlelips, reddening and sensitizing them.Like the first time he had spanked me, he stopped frequently to strokeandsoothe my tender flesh. This time, though, he spent much of the timerunning his fingers down both my ass crack and pussy slit. I hadnever feltanything like it! My previous explorations of that area had beenquick and20furtive. I knew I could provoke tiny sparks of pleasure touchingmyselfthere, but THIS threatened to become a fire-storm.Finally, he finished. With a slap to my stretched thigh, he orderedme up.Iturned around to face him, sensing that he would be displeased somehowifI tried to cover myself. I eyed hopefully, however, my clothings**tteredon the floor. He appeared interested in it, too.He picked up my shorts, waded them up, and contemptuously tossed theminto a corner, informing me that while in his charge I would wearfeminineclothes – he didn’t want me looking to be a common street urchin. Myknickers, stockings and shoes he passed on reluctantly, remarking thatImust be provided with better, so I quickly donned them, fearing hewouldchange his mind. Then he scrutinized the tee shirt I was wearing,and, ofcourse, found it completely unacceptable. He ordered it removed, andwhen I had done so and handed it over to him, it joined my shorts inthecorner.My breasts, at the time, consisted of little pointed cones topped byprecociously large and dark nipples. Although I had a selection oftrainingbras, I usually didn’t bother with one under a tee shirt with only myfamilypresent, so I now stood wearing nothing from my ankles to the top ofmyhead but my brief, French-cut knickers. Uncle William asked if Ipossessedbras, but when I nodded affirmatively he told me that at this stage inmydevelopment I had no need to wear one. He promised to send AuntDierdre to my room to sort through the clothing I had brought and saidthatthe next day he would see that I was fitted with clothing more suitedto a’developing’ young lady.I was dismissed.Dismissed? Wearing almost nothing at all? Well, I had just learnedarduously that it behooved me to obey my uncle without murmur, so Iforced myself to walk out of his study and close the door behind me.Thehouse had never seemed so large as I snuck, half-naked, from his studyin afar corner of the main floor of the house to my bedroom on the thirdfloor.The butler saw me as I approached the main stairs. He cleared histhroatas, cowering in embarrassment, I passed him. This stopped me: was Iangering another adult? I suddenly realized that servants had notbeenexempted from my Uncle William’s rule! I blushed a brilliant crimsonas Iturned toward him and, lowering my hands from my little tits,curtseyed tohim.”Good evening, Evans.” He was openly ogling my chest.”Good evening, Miss. I see you find the evening rather warm. Wouldyoucare for a cold drink in the kitchen?”I shook my head, trying to keep from turning and running up thestairs.”When Madame gets overheated, she sometimes asks for some pieces oficeto slide across her bare (his voice emphasized this word: ‘bare’)body. Could I fetch some for you?”When he spoke of the sliding ice, my nipples grew and hardened as iftheywere being pulled toward him. But I was frightened of the entiresituation. “Thank you, Evans, but I don’t believe so, I think I’ll retire to myroom.””As you wish, Miss.”Nodding as respectfully as I could under the circumstances, I turnedandsped upstairs, feeling Evans’ eyes on my scantily-covered rear.When I finally gained my bedroom, I threw myself on the bed and wept. As I curled into a fetal position, however, my fists pressed into mycrotch. My whimpers of humiliation and pain faded as my hands began a rhythmicpressing against my mound. One of the hands slid up my body (likeice)and teased the hard nubs atop my tits. Gradually, I turned onto mybackand, without conscious thought, pushed my knickers down and off fortheecond time that evening. My fingers mimicked my uncle’s delicatestroking of my slit until I understood the secret terrain of my vulvaand,eventually, found my clitoris. By the time the first climax of mylife struckme, only my heels and shoulders were on the bed as my yearning bodyarched toward unknown ecstasy.I still consider that orgasm to be one of the most violent andencompassingof my life. (Wish you were there to watch, James?)My Aunt did come by later and, by her attitude if not her mission,comforted me as she sorted through my clothing. Three pair of tightbikinidrawers, one light, short summery dress, a miniskirt with coordinatingspaghetti-strap top, and my riding clothes were all that she left me.The restshe carried away to be repacked so that I could reclaim them for mytriphome.I dreamed of ice sliding over my body and ‘physical chastisement’.The next morning at breakfast Dierdre mentioned that she would besunbathing by the pool and that she would enjoy my company. Iacceptedwith alacrity, wanting desperately to avoid my uncle and even thelurkingbutler, Evans. I flew back upstairs to change, then realized that myAunthad not left me a swimsuit. However, when I rummaged desperatelythrough my bureau, I found an old suit of mine that I must’ve left thepreceding year on one of my visits. It was a ‘little girl’ bikini.The bottomhad fit me before I developed hips, and the top consisted of somestring andtwo patches to cover the minute nipples on a young girl’s flat chest. Desperate, now, I made it fit and, grabbing a towel and wrapping itaroundmy waist as a skirt, I went out to the pool. The sight which greetedmewhen I arrived at poolside brought me up short.My Aunt was lying on her stomach on a chaise, her smooth, bare backandbuttocks seeming to indicate total nudity. Unable to accept that, Ithoughtof what now would be called a ‘thong’. On a vacation trip with myparentsto the Mediterranean the preceding year, I had seen (briefly, beforemyparents dragged me away) women – and men – wearing ‘Le Minimum’ onthe beaches. (To give you an idea of the garment, it was also calleda’cache-sex’.) I decided she must be wearing something of that sort,but Iremained nervous since I could spy no straps or strings as Iapproached her. When I was only a few feet away, she looked back over her shoulderand,seeing me, began to roll over.”Ah, Hillary, I see Will has left it to me to inform…” But I wasn’tlistening. I was staring at her totally nude body as it came intoview: herspectacular nude body, glowing an even golden brown from totalexposure to thesummer sun. Her breasts were large – I had been able to tell thateven whenshe was clothed – but their natural heft and firmness wasunbelievable. Theaureoles were large and reddish-brown, (even though she had never hadac***d) and the hard nipples were… well, they looked succulent! Herstomach was almost flat, but, lying back the way she was, it had adelicatecurvature down to a totally shaved mons. She had swung a leg out assherolled over, so her sex was on complete and open display to me. Herlabiawere mature and full, with those curving ‘lobes’ on each side that Inow call’orchid petals’. I was a small girl at the time but her unhoodedclitoriswasbigger than my little toe. (I’ll bet you’re thinking: ‘How do I knowthatexactly?’ Well, for now, just take it as a fact that I KNOW.{giggle}) Aunt Dierdre was, all in all, a slimmed-down twentieth centuryrendering ofthe fertility goddesses of old. As a rather innocent (as of myarrival at myUncle’s house) eleven year old c***d, I had never even imagined theossibility of lesbian sex, but at that moment I had a fierce urge tokneelandreverently kiss that beautiful orchid.”Hillary. Hillary!” She shattered the enchantment I was under. “Youhadbetter listen. One of the rules of this house is that the onlyappropriategarb at poolside is none at all. You’d best get rid of those wisps ofclothbefore William, or even one of the servants, spies you. Females mustalways benaked, men will usually be the same way. Now!”My confusion was total, but the message did get through that if Ididn’t takemy suit off, I would be punished by Uncle William. So, withoutfurtherthought, my hands found the ties and the minute bikini fluttered totheground. I wasn’t completely bemused, however, so one forearm swung upto cover my breasts, while the other hand cupped my crotch as Ihunchedover. Now what, I wondered.”Oh, Hillary, you delightful innocent.” My aunt’s voice was lyrical,sympathetic. “Instead of being silly, why not take a swim to accustomyourself to the situation. Swimming naked is, in my opinion, thesecondmost pleasurable experience of life. Dive in! You’ll never want towearclothes again.”She didn’t have to suggest it twice. All I could think was that thedeepwater would cover me, shield me from sight. I dove. And found a newpleasure. She was right! It was delightful. I had dreamt of ice, butthesharp, chill touch of the water flowing against every inch of my bodymademe want to stay swimming beneath the surface forever.I swam and frolicked like the c***d I was. After a while I foundmyself upout of the pool onto the deck ready to arch into a dive – not thinkingaboutbeing seen. For an instant before I dove I looked back at my aunt.Herface was alive with glee, and she winked. I stuck out my tongue ather andlaunched myself back into the water.When I finally quit the pool, I dried myself with my towel and my mindcame back to the problem of my nudity. Dierdre took control. Shetold meto lay my towel on the chaise next to her, sit down on it, and stretchout andrelax. As I mindlessly complied she asked if I would like a lemonade.Inodded and stretched out as revealingly and casually as she.We were talking of the sensuous delight of ‘skinny-dipping’, when Iheardthe sound of a footfall on the other side of me. I whirled around toseeEvans, the butler, nearly next to my chaise. I wanted to roll over,to covermy front, but my aunt’s hand firmly grasped my other arm and stilledme,as one would a horse.An English VacationChapter 7Conspiracies…Part b:”You rang, Madame?” I hadn’t noticed, but she had a servant’s buttonnextto her chair.”Yes, Sir,” my aunt replied. The most confusing thing about thathousehold was that the male servants spoke respectfully to the womenofthe house, but the women were forced to treat them as masters. “Ifyouwould be so kind, young Hillary and I would like lemonades.””Certainly, Madame.” He was speaking to her but his eyes never roseashigh as her face. The orbs examined our bodies with minute care. Icouldactually feel them as they roved my secret areas. After about aminute(which felt like hours), he made an arrogant bow and returned to thehouse.”Must we allow him so much liberty, Aunt Dierdre?” I still found itnighimpossible to credit.”Yes.” Just the one word, but her eyes said that there was nothing,couldbe nothing, to question. I guess at that moment I finally admitted tomyselfthat I was powerless. Even she called even the butler — the BUTLER!–“Sir,” and she was MY superior.Too soon Evans returned. He presented us with our drinks, and we bothsaid, “thank you, Sir.” Then he focused his attention on my aunt.”If Madame will recall, the Master has specified that tanning oilshould beused to avoid dry skin or burning. Shall I apply some on you now?””Thank you for reminding me, Sir.” For the first time I sawuncertainty andembarrassment suffuse my aunt’s face. “Yes, certainly. I have somehereunder my chaise. Please…” she audibly gulped, “please apply itthoroughly.” She raised her arms and extended them above her head,making the entire front of her recumbent nude body available to him.Evans opened the bottle and poured a dollop into the palm of one hand.”As you wish, Madame.”He started on her hands and arms and slowly worked downward. When hereached her torso he slowed, clearly reveling in the feel of herbreasts, herbelly, and ultimately her shaved mound.Her eyes had closed as soon as he started. Soon she was breathinghardand her marvelous thighs were undulating to his stroking.He oiled her legs with long strokes beginning at her toes and endingat hersex. Then he cleared his throat, and she immediately rolled over. Heagainworked from the top down. When he reached her buttocks she yielded tothe sensations and raised her hips off the chaise, her spread legsdisplaying arear view of both her anal pucker and her slit. He carefully andthoroughlyran his fingers into her buttocks crack, then down onto her perineumandinside her labial lips. Then again. And Again. Her hips rose higherandhigher, corkscrewing against his fingers. Suddenly, he moved on toher legsand feet, then cleared his throat to signal he had finished.”Th-thank you, Sir.” My aunt’s voice was trembling. She stole aglance atme and quickly looked away at my open-mouthed stare.”Miss Hillary, I believe you will also need an application of thistanning oilif you wish to avoid your uncle’s censure. Shall I?”As you may well imagine, that brought me up quick. My arms flew tocover my nakedness. My mouth turned dry.”No, then? As you wish, Miss. I shall inform Sir William that youdid notfeel the need to obey this particular directive.” But Evans made nomove toleave. A leering smile formed on his face as he waited confidentlyfor mycapitulation.”Uh, wait, Evans. I mean ‘Sir’. Uh, yes, please, give me…” Ilooked atAunt Dierdre, trying to remember her words, “give me a thoroughapplication, Sir.”He merely stood waiting. Finally, realizing what he wanted, I raisedmyarms, stretched them above my head in surrender, and moved my legsapart.I hated the look on Evans’ face as he pawed my body. I hated thelargebulge in his trousers which attested to his selfish pleasure at mydebasement. But my body betrayed me, tingling from his touch and finally risingunbidden to his unsubtle caresses. He repeated what he had done to myaunt’s bare body, starting with my front, lingering on my erogenouszones,and then completing his conquest with me on my stomach, my bottomraised beseechingly with my pubescent vagina wet, open, and pulsingwithneed.He withdrew his hands with a most unservile chuckle, leaving meposturedlike a hound bitch in heat.I collapsed, weeping, as I heard his footsteps moving away.Both Aunt Dierdre and myself tried futilely to cool our enflamedbodies byswimming furiously up and down the length of the pool for what seemedlike hours. Finally, we were forced to retire defeated to prepareourselvesfor lunch.That afternoon a balding, rotund man who stank of cigarette smoke cametomeasure me for new clothes. Sometime, I’ll write you twenty pagesetailing his mistreatment and manhandling of my body, right in thepresence of my uncle, who calmly discussed my development and hisideasas to how to best decorate my body with this abhorrent tailor.Suffice it tosay that the MOST I wore during those two hours were the too-smallpanties, and those less than half the time!Well, he left me no new clothes, only a promise of deliveries in thenext fewdays, so I had to make due that evening with my small supply. (Evenasnaive as I was, I had no doubts as to my uncle’s response if I claimedI had’not a thing to wear.’) The next morning, to avoid exposure andhumiliation at the pool, I went to the stables to ride.There was a boy of sixteen, Johnny, whom I had always wanted to flirtwith, employed as a stableboy/groom by my uncle. I had held back forfearthat this older boy would laugh at me, but dreamt that he would onedaysweep me off my feet and profess his undying adoration.Unfortunately, that morning I became acquainted with another aspect ofmyposition in the household.As I approached him in the stable, I gave him my sunniest smile andsweptby with what I hoped was a saucy waggle of my hips. Just as I passed,Iheard that dread sound. He cleared his throat.I would have rathered a whipping from my uncle or a full day under the’care’ of Evans. It took all my strength to stop, turn around andaddresshim.”Good morning, uh, John.” Since I was wearing my tight riding pants,Igave him a respectful bow instead of a curtsey. My mind was whirling.This was all wrong! He was to be my ardent suitor, not anothersuperior! But I kept my eyes lowered respectfully.”Good morning, Hillary girl.” He glanced down, as if following myeyes. “You know, my boots have become soiled, working with the horses.” Hiseyes twinkled with glee. “Would you please clean them for me?” Hepaused. “Just lick them off.”His boots were coated with mud and, well, the offal of the horses.But Iactually started to bend my knee to begin the loathsome task, whensomeinner pride finally broke through my subservience.”You overstep your bounds, boy!” My voice was low but magicallyforceful. I glared at him haughtily and turned and walked off as hestoodstupefied.My anger stayed and fused as I strode toward the house. My uncle wasusually in his study — his sanctum sanctorum — at this time of day,so thatis where I headed. I threw open the closed door and marched in withheadhigh…To gaze upon the upstairs maid, naked to the waist, on her knees infront ofUncle William as he slouched in his chair, pants around his ankles,most ofhis large, erect male organ in her mouth. Her head rose in startledconfusion at the intrusion, but he pushed it back down on his shaft,barking,”Continue!” The he turned to me, his eyes furious, his mouth openingtospeak.”Uncle William.” I talked at a furious pace, forestalling his ire.”Tomorrowis my birthday. I want only one present. I want that stableboy,Johnny, formy, uh, respectful, uh, personal servant. You have led me to believethatmy station here is as a young lady of the house. But so far I havebeentreated worse the lowliest serf. If you will not do this one thingfor me,Iwill remain here, and obey, obey, obey, but will lose all my love foryouand my aunt. “I realize that I am now being most disobedient and disrespectful, andwillprobably be punished. However, I beg you consider what I have said.”Excuse me, Sir.” I quickly turned and fled to my room.As soon as my door closed behind me, I threw myself onto the bed,weeping hysterically. I had done the unthinkable, disobeyed everyrule hehad given me. I was in terror. An interminable time later, I heardhismeasured tread outside my door.I leapt up and went to the window, standing with my back to the dooras ifgazing at something in the garden. All of this was automatic, Ithoughtnothing through, I did not plan. But when my door opened, I kept mybackturned until he spoke.”Little Hillary.” His voice had a mysterious quality, not harsh orangry.”Yes, Uncle William.” I tried to keep my voice and legs steady as Iturnedand bowed formally, holding my back straight.”FCCome here.” I walked — staggered is probably a better word, since my knees werenowshaking — over to him and stood less than a yard from his tallfigure.”I had a hunch about you, even when you were a little c***d. ‘Spunk’,Icalled it then, but now I call it strength, and dignity, and… and amind solike mine, it’s incredible. You’re a throw-back, young lady, sinceI’m sureyour parents would still be out in that stable, licking that boy’sshittyboots. “I don’t want you to leave, ever. I want you to be more than adaughter tome.” His face was earnest, almost pleading, Mine must have beenglowingwith pleasure, since he continued: “Now remember, you would stillhavethe same rules, or even stricter ones. Evans will continue to doalmost –Isay almost — anything he pleases with you. But Johnny will be yours,as,what did you say, your respectful personal servant? I’ll be moreblunt, he’llbe your total slave, and he’ll come to love it. Well?””Yes. Oh, yes, Uncle William. I love you so.” [I know, James, itwas acorny scene, but I still feel that way, if on a more mature level.] Iliterally dived into my uncle’s arms and kissed him on the lips. Theway hekissed back drove the point home to me that I was to be ‘MORE than adaughter.’After four or five minutes he pushed me gently away. “But you diddisobeythe rules, I believe. How serious do you consider your offence?”He was giving me a voice in my trial. I wanted to plead all of thespecialcircumstances, but stopped myself. “I broke every rule you gave me inthemost serious way possible. If you don’t want me interrupting you…”I gavehim a saucy look, “every time I have a problem, I guess my punishmentmust be something I’d never, ever want to happen twice.” I hung myhead. I knew that he must give me just such a punishment, I suddenlyrealized Icertainly would in his place.”Yes. I’m gratified we agree. Take off those riding clothes. Youcertainlydon’t deserve the privilege of covering your body after what you did.Thencome downstairs to the entry hall.”I shed them as quickly as possible. I knew that from now till thiswas over,I’d best obey very quickly and without question. As I walked from mybedroom I kept my arms at my sides. He demanded that my body be seen.I complied.The main hall ran from the front entrance to the main staircase, withopenings into the parlor and family sitting room. It continued besidethestaircase and became servant’s passages. My uncle and the butler wereworking just where the ceiling lowered into those rear passages. They had brought in two similar low stools and a ladder. Evans waspartway up the ladder attaching a rope to a hook in the ceiling. As Iwalked upand curtseyed almost to the floor, my uncle glanced, not at me but atmylittle breasts and exposed pudendum.”While we finish up, get down on your knees and elbows, nose touchingthefloor, bottom pushed up. Close your eyes and remain still till I tellyou.”I followed his directions while he was talking, pressing my nose intothewooden floor until it hurt and spreading my legs, without him tellingme, sothat my sex was completely displayed.WHACK! WHACK! As the men worked, they slapped my buttocks hardwhenever they drew close. Their bare hands hurt as badly as the belthad. At one point, someone else (it sounded like a woman) walked up and putdown something solid. It sounded like wood. Then I felt fingers,femalefingers, roaming my behind and between my legs. A finger pushed hardpast my anal sphincter into my butt, almost causing me to move orsqueal. It withdrew and moved to my slit, probing for my adolescent hole, thenramming in, further and further until I could feel the knuckles of herhandpressed against my labia. As she wriggled the entire finger around inthisarea, which had never before been probed, my uncle made some remarkabout another surprise from little Hillary. It wasn’t until muchlater that hequestioned me and after making sure that I was innocent, explained tomeone of the side effects of horseback riding by young girls.The woman spoke not at all, and I never did find out who she was — Isuspect either Aunt Dierdre or that upstairs maid I had unwittinglyembarrassed earlier. Finally, she stopped poking and prodding andleft. Igot three last vicious slaps on my rear, and my uncle commanded me torise.The first thing I saw as I got up was a long, wide paddle, with aleather-covered handle. Attached to the handle was an oval expanse of thinpolished wood that had been scored to a ribbed effect. The paddlesurfacewas about fifteen inches long and nine wide.Before I had time for the evil purpose of this instrument to reallypenetratemy mind, my uncle ordered me to step up onto the stools, one foot oneach. This wasn’t easy, as they were about two feet high and had been setovertwo feet apart. Evans graciously ‘helped’ me, with one hand clawingandsqueezing my buttock and the other cupping the front of my nakedcrotch. When I was steady, my uncle climbed the ladder and told me to raise myhands together above my head. He then tied them with the rope andtightened it so that my body was stretched, but not uncomfortably so,frommy spread legs to my arms extended toward the ceiling.”My sweet Hillary, you will be in this position for quite a while, sorelaxasmuch as you can. Here are the rules. Whenever anyone comes by, maleorfemale, servant or guest (notice that you can be seen as soon as apersoncomes in the front door) you will inform them that you have been anextremely bad girl who needs to be punished. You will plead with themtouse this paddle,” Sir William took the paddle by the handle, “and tospankyour naughty ass with it as hard and as many times as they are able.”Hemoved around me as he spoke and swung the paddle — HARD — at mybare bottom. I screamed in agony as the supple, ridged wood smackedintothat soft flesh. I was still feverishly shaking my burning posteriorswhenthepaddle struck again, and then once more.”Aarrggghhh! Nooo, please, no more! I can’t stand it!” I almost lostmybalance as I instinctively tried to bring my legs together, and onestoolalmost overturned.”No!!” Uncle William’s voice rang out. “You won’t beg or plead foranyone to stop. In fact, after each stroke you will encourage them toproceed! You will recite ‘Thank you, sir or madame, for paddling me. Please do it again, harder.’ Now let’s try again.” He walked away,thenreturned and looked at me expectantly.I realized I had to get the entire speech right. “Please, Sir, I’vebeen avery bad girl who must be punished. Please use that wooden paddle andspanmy naughty a-a-ass. Do it hard and as many times as you can.””A fair translation,” he mumbled to himself. Then, to me: “No, Icouldn’tbear to spank a pretty young girl like you.” He patted my hip gentlyandstarted to walk away.I was about to thank him when it struck me that my uncle had noscruplesabout hurting me with that dreadful paddle. “Oh, please, sir. I’msuch anaughty girl. You must spank me.” I got an idea, I don’t at all knowhowthis idea came to me, but it was inspired. “Look, Sir, look at mynaughty,bare sex.” I pushed my pelvis forward and wriggled it as much as Icould inmy bondage. “Don’t you want to touch me? Everywhere? You can ifyou’ll just spank my bare rear end. Pleeease?””Well, I see you ARE very naughty.” He walked back and reached out topinch and fondle my exposed pussy lips. “Yes, you’re even wet! Shameon you, slut.” He walked behind me and though I steeled myself, thepaddle walloped the already sore flesh so hard that I almost swungaway onthe rope. But I forced the breath back in my lungs and, in my bestcute,little girl voice warbled:”Oha-a-ah, thank you, sir. That was perfect. Please do it again,andharder this time if you can.””All right.” The paddle hit harder (if that was possible) and at anangle.One of my knees came up until the leg pressed my belly. It took amomentof hanging by my hands to regain my position.I repeated my ‘mantra’, and the paddle struck again, angling downinsteadof up. I felt I would pass out any second, but mindlessly repeatedtheinsane request for more.This time the paddle didn’t swing. “You did well, pretty one.” Hekissedmy flaming rear cheek. “You discovered the second rule. You willofferyour body to anyone who does not initially wish to hurt you. In fact,thisisa very strict rule. Everyone must punish you. If anyone passes youwhileyou are here and never punishes you at all with the paddle, that willbeconsidered failure and disobedience on your part, and you will repeatthispunishment all day tomorrow. That would be a quite disappointingbirthday, would it not? Especially since I will not cancel the party.Thinkof this hall filled with people you know giving you your ‘birthdayspankings’.” He paused to let that image sink in. “So entice peopleanyway you can. Promise them future pleasure, anything, but don’t allowthemNOT to paddle you. Understood?”Even my young mind knew that this was insane. One kind person couldcondemn me to a humiliation beyond imagining. My parents and brotherand cousins and… and EVERYONE was coming to the party. “Yes, Iunderstand, Uncle William.””Good. Now one other thing. You will tell each person, either beforeorafter he punishes you, that it is my wish that they examine and playwithyour body, especially the sexual areas. If they demur tell them theywillbesurprised at how easily you get sexually excited. You’re excitedright now,you know.” He pushed his index finger into my vagina, which was solubricated that it accepted it easily.I shuddered with arousal and my face blushed as red as my bottom.”Yes,Uncle William.””I’ll now leave you to your punishment. You won’t be eating lunchtoday. Maybe I’ll let you down late this afternoon — if you’ve obeyed therules.”He strode off to his study.Late this afternoon? I couldn’t possibly last that long. I’d bebleeding…u*********s… dead! My reverie was interrupted by a quiet cough.Evanswas still there, a sadistic smile on his face. It only took me asecond tocomprehend. He wanted to be first!I recited my lines, pleading with him to spank my wicked ass. Hemerelyhook his head. No! He had heard the rules. Was he going to be theoneto refuse to punish me, just for spite? I shook my pussy in his face.Askedhim to excite my naughty body. He complied. For ten minutes hishandswere everywhere, prodding, poking, wriggling inside my sex, pinchingmynipples, and, yes, against my will, arousing me. When he finished hestarted to walk away.”Wait! You haven’t paddled my ass yet. Hurt me! It’s what youlike!”He looked back at me strangely, then smiled. “Yes, Miss Hillary. Itis ONEof the things I dearly like. Perhaps I’ll come back later.”As he left, I babbled on, imploring him, but he disappeared. He’llhave tobe back, I thought, the hall and front door are his responsibility.All too soon my musings were interrupted, someone else came to myCalvary. In fact, all afternoon I was never alone for more thanfifteen ortwenty minutes. And everyone else was happy, eager to paddle my sore,bruised, aching buttocks. After they did that, they were even moreeager toexplore my young, naked body: especially the women. And of the women,the most enthusiastic was the upstairs maid, Lucy. I guess she wantedrevenge sevenfold for her embarrassment that morning, so she used herfingers unmercifully on both my front and rear orifices. Finally,aboutmidafternoon, when she returned for the sixth time, she managed topushtwo fingers into my pussy and two into my asshole simultaneously. Shebegan moving the two hands in counterpoint: in-out, out-in. I moanedfromthe pain of the stretching, but finally through that pain a dam brokeand Iclimaxed loud and long. She walked away, laughing uproariously, butatleast she didn’t come back after that.Evans, though, came back constantly. Each time I had to repeat myentirespeech. Each time he handled me like I was an inanimate piece ofmeat,becoming more and more vicious until I preferred the pain of thepaddle onmy bruised butt to his twisting pinches of my nipples, and,eventually, myclitoris. I noted the shadows beginning to lengthen and becamedesperate tothink of something with which to bargain with him. I had alreadyoffered tolet him touch and explore my body whenever he wanted for a week, thenamonth, then a year! He had laughed and said he could arrange to dothatanyway. Didn’t I remember the suntan lotion? Finally, I thoughtaboutsomething my mind had been avoiding all day.The hall had darkened the next time he appeared. Skipping thepreliminaries, I came right to the point. “Paddle my sore, red ass,as hard asyou want, as much as you want, and I’ll do for you what Lucy did formyuncle this morning.””What was that?””She had some of her clothes off,” Evans shrugged, “and was kneelinginfront of him with his… his m-m-man-thing in her mouth.””You mean she was sucking his cock? Then say it! or I’m leaving.””If you’ll beat me with the paddle, I’ll s-s-suck your c-c-cock.” Idon’tthink I had ever heard that expression before, but its very sound wasdirtierthan anything I’d ever said.”More than once, I hope. It sounds as if you need practice.”He wouldn’t let up! Tears of frustration filled my eyes. “I don’tknowhow, but I’ll try to learn. I’ll do it all you want for a…” I knewitcouldn’t be just one day. A week came to mind, but it was dusk and ifhesaid no, I didn’t want to live through tomorrow. “… for a month.”He paused, as if considering. I began weeping in earnest.”I guess that’s a good enough bargain.” He smiled. “You see? I likelots ofthings. Most of them involve a female doing something that shedoesn’twant to do. You’re crying because you’re going to have my big, hardcockin your mouth for a month. And you’re going to do that becauseotherwiseI won’t agree to beat you horribly with this paddle. This issomething Ireally like.” He picked up the paddle and waved it as if it were aconductor’s baton.As he moved behind me, I realized that Evans was much bigger and moremuscled than my uncle, who had hit me harder than anyone so far. Mythought was interrupted by the most intense pain I had ever felt. Mybodybent like a bow, almost pulling my arms out of their sockets andwrenchingme forward so that my toes scrabbled to keep a purchase on the frontof thestools. I rocked back, a soundless scream echoing in my head.He waited as I squawked the ‘thank you’ out of my paralyzed throat,thenobeyed my forced plea, hitting me even harder, and I was suddenlyswinging helplessly out into the air. My hands automatically reachedup tograsp the ropes and take my weight off of my wrists. As I swung back,myfeet missed the stools, but it mattered not. Evans didn’t wait forthebegging words, he hit me again just as my body swung back to vertical.”Keep your legs spread!” he commanded as my brain exploded with somuch agony that I hoped for death. For some reason, however, Iobeyed,lifting my legs and spreading them with knees bent so that I lookedlike apale chimpanzee swinging from a limb. From then on I had no chance ofregaining my footing.I have no memory of what happened after about the sixth stroke. I wasswinging from the rope while he pounded my butt rhythmically everytime itswung back toward him. My uncle says that when he came upon the sceneI was still mumbling “Thank you, Sir. Please paddle me harder.” Mylegswere still lifted and splayed. My head, however, was totallylifeless, lollingdownward, and bouncing as I swung. I appeared u*********s.”That’s enough, Evans. Kindly help me take her down.” Those words ofUncle William were the first I remember after the beating. I felt theropeloosen and his arms about me holding me to his chest. He carried megently to my room and sat on the bed with me on my stomach over hislap.”S-s-spank me, Uncle. I’ve been a bad girl. Please.””No, that’s all over. Here’s your Aunt with some lotion.” He strokedmyhair.Both of them very delicately massaged my battered, throbbing buttockswhile making soothing noises to calm me. As I became relaxed, theyexpanded their massage to my sexual regions, continuing slowly andsoftlyas my uncle spoke.”You won’t be doing much sitting at your party, but we’ll think ofsomeexcuse for you. You were a very strong young lady up there. If I haddonethe same thing to Evans, he would have broken down within two hours. He’s a coward, Hillary, and you have to learn to deal with himyourself.””I have to… I’ve got to t-t-take him in my m-m-mouth for a month.”Myeyes again filled with tears.”You made that bargain. You’ll have to honor it. I wish you hadwanted todo that with me before you do it with him. It’s an act of love aswell as oneof submission.”My mind returned to full function. I loved my uncle, but had agreedto bethe sex toy of that disgusting butler. “Please, let me do you… letme suckyour cock, Uncle William.” I tried to push away from his lap, even asAuntDierdre was plucking my clitoris. My hand went to his zipper.”No, no, little one. Let us soothe you first. Then nap a bit andI’ll comeback with some food. Then you can have my cock for dessert. Itshootscream, you know.”I resumed my position, but spread my legs even further apart. Thehandsresumed their soft caresses. Aunt Dierdre was also using her tongue.Itroamed my painful bruises, then slid down into my rear crevice andtraveleddown, down. I was aroused, but became languid, cradling my head on myarms and closing my eyes. The tongue finally reached my labia, andnibbled softly as four hands continued their work. Slowly, my wholepelvisseemed to swell with voluptuousness, and soft waves of pleasure movedout, encompassing my entire body. There was nothing sharp orclimactic,just pure sensuality. The waves ebbed slowly, relaxing me more andmore.I slept.I awoke to my uncle kissing me on my neck and tickling my pussy. Isquirmed away, however, when I became aware of the smell of hot food.He had brought it on a platter, and the cook must have felt guiltyoverpaddling and pinching me, because the meal had everything I liked. Irosequickly from my prone position on the bed to a sitting one on its edge– forexactly one second. The pain from pressing my bottom even on the softmattress was almost as bad as the paddling. I leapt up, squealing.UncleWilliam smiled a little sadly.”I think you’d better stand and lean over with your elbows on the bedtoeat,” he advised, “or would you like me to feed you?””That might be fun some other time, but right now I’m too hungry.” Iassumed the recommended position and dug in, scarcely stopping tobreathe. During all this I was quite content with my nudity, in factI spreadmy legs wide as I ate, wordlessly inviting him to move behind me andlook,or touch.”You should be hungry. No lunch or dinner, and now it’s almostmidnight. But before you try, the plates aren’t edible!”Within a few minutes, the plates were the only thing left. But Ihadn’t beenthinking only of food. “Sit over here, Uncle,” I patted the bed. Ashemoved, a little confused, I dropped to my knees. “I certainly stillwantdessert.”He eyed me, as if to say, ‘really?’ I became quite busy, however,undoing his belt and trousers. I slid them down, then took off his shoes andsockssoI could remove the pants and his underwear completely. His manhoodstood up proudly, and LARGE. I began to wonder how the maid got himinto her mouth, and I was a tiny girl compared to her!”Why were Lucy’s titties bare, Uncle?” I queried as my hands beganexploring his staff and the gonads beneath it.”Aaahhh.” Obviously my hands were doing something right. “I like torubthe end of my cock into a woman’s breasts before she sucks me.”Well, that sounded like fun, so I did it, asking questions the wholetime. Then, my nipples erect and shining with his fluid, I tried to use mymouthon him. Eventually I got the corona, then about three inches of hislongpenis, into my mouth. I learned to suck, and swirl around my tongue,andto move up and down the length of his cock with my mouth and hands,faster and faster as his breathing became more and more labored.SuddenlyI tasted Uncle William’s sweet cream, but not a dainty dollop, averitablequart!After he had dressed, I teasingly licked my lips and asked: “May Iask formore helpings of that whenever I want, or is there some rule that Imustawait your inclination in silence?””We’ll make a rule that if you fall to your knees in front of a man,you areexpressing a willingness to suck his cock, there and then. But ladiesdo notuse vulgarities in their speech. Now go to sleep. You will have avery busyday tomorrow, and the best way to allow those bruises to heal isrest.”He extinguished the light as I wriggled under the blankets. I sleptagain.When I awoke, the light was bright through the window. As I turned myhead groggily, I beheld Johnny, the stable boy, standing naked in thecenteof the room. His head was lowered in anger or embarrassment or both,hisface almost as red as the pretty bow tied delightfully on his curving,half-hard cock.My present had arrived.* * * * *Well, I certainly got carried away with that story, James! It’s afterelevenand I started this at nine. I hope you got a few climaxes from thatsexyexpose, perhaps into the mouth and/or rectum of that big-tittedgirlfriend ofyours. But I’ll have to close this out. I want to call my dear UncleWilliamand find out what happened tonight to your submissive ex-wife andprecocious young son. I’ll send you THAT story tomorrow.Ciao,

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