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Chapter 2: Hot cheeks
Finally the path emerged back onto the road. A few yards further down on the left hand side was an open gate with a sign which said "Brites Farm" in bold letters. Thankful to have arrived safely without any further awful things happening to her, Lisa hurried to it and headed down the drive. As she rounded a bend she caught sight of the old farmhouse and her heart filled with equal measures of both relief and trepidation.
She scampered up to the front door but just as she was about to knock it swung open.
"Where on earth have you been girl? We've been worried sick!" said Olivia Brite, Lisa's Aunt. She was a tall intimidating woman whose curvy figure belied her years.
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry I missed my stop and then and then I got lost in the woods and..." Her Aunt cut off the rambling explanation.
"Where's your case?" she asked angrily. Lisa's face was already flushed but now it bloomed with heat turning her cheeks bright red.
"I lost it in the woods," she blurted out nervously.
"You careless girl, hasn't your mother taught you anything about responsibility? Come inside!" Lisa stared at her Aunt's back as she turned and led her through the house and into the kitchen. Sitting at the table was her Uncle Bryan, a tall grey haired, but heavily built, man. He looked up from the newspaper he was reading and his expression wasn't one of welcome.
"Where's she been?" he asked his wife.
"Says she got lost in the woods, if you believe that, and to top it all she's lost her case...apparently." They both stared at Lisa with disapproval in their eyes. She squirmed under their combined gaze, horribly aware that she had nothing on under her dress and that her nipples were sticking out shamefully. She stood there wringing her fingers together nervously.
"Shouldn't she be wearing a bra at her age?" he asked curiously, as his eyes examined the obvious points that were jutting out from the front of her dress. Lisa's heart was hammering so hard she could feel her boobs juddering as he looked at them.
"Yes she should! I can't understand it. I know her mother doesn't discipline her but letting the girl make such a slutty display of herself, well it's disgusting. Why aren't you wearing your bra girl?" Lisa didn't know what to say. Her face burned as she pathetically mumbled that she had forgotten it! Her Aunt gave a spiteful laugh.
"Well you won't be forgetting things while you're here my girl! First of all you'll address your betters as Sir or Miss, do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," Lisa replied meekly. She certainly didn't want to anger her Aunt any further.
"Now sit down and I'll get you something to eat." Lisa stared around the large flag-stoned room as her Uncle returned to reading his paper. From the thick black beams hung a whole array of drying herbs and different shaped pans, whilst occupying one wall was a huge iron range with two ovens. The room was certainly warm. She gasped quietly as she sat down on the hard wooden chair, biting her lip as her bum cheeks flared with heat and the tingling in her pussy reignited.
As she poured the glass of fresh milk and tipped the little vial of white powder into it Olivia Brite was careful to keep her back to both her husband and her niece. She grinned wickedly to herself. Allowing her sadistic nature free reign where her young niece was concerned was something she'd been looking forward to for several years, and now that an opportunity had finally presented itself she intended to indulge herself fully. Jack Ford, the local doctor and Olivia's very good friend, had provided the stimulant free of charge. He too was eagerly looking forward to meeting her young niece Lisa. The pair of them had shared an interest in discipline and submission over many years, often discussing the subject and exchanging ideas over a friendly cup of coffee. Olivia's husband occasionally entertained his wife's fantasies but knew nothing of the plan that she and their old family friend had decided to carry out. Olivia knew that once they began to punish the girl, and she became their plaything, her husbands' natural instincts would take over. Under the watchful eye of her Aunt, Lisa quickly ate the sandwich and gulped down the glass of milk unaware of the chemicals that were now entering her system. It wouldn't be long before the girl began to feel the benefits! mused the older woman smiling happily.
What Lisa also didn't realise was that her Aunt had spoken to Ben Bolker only half an hour earlier. The woodsman often did work for the Brites and just like their local Doctor was also aware of Olivia's particular interests and of her plan. Earlier that day, when the nervous girl had walked up to his cabin, he'd realised immediately who she was. But when she'd then squatted down and begun to urinate he really couldn’t believe his luck. Olivia Brite licked her lips as she looked at her niece finishing the last of the milk. She knew full well that the girl was naked beneath the summer dress and also that she had a sore bottom! It was those two facts that she was about to exploit in a most enjoyable way. Her heart began to beat a little faster.
"Come along Lisa," she said leading the girl out of the kitchen, "I'll show you where your bedroom is." Once upstairs she led the way along a landing and turned through a doorway. The room was small but comfortably furnished. A single bed with an old fashioned iron surround stood against one wall and jutted out into the centre of the room. A wardrobe and dressing table stood at the end opposite the door. What Lisa was surprised to see were two heavy armchairs, each positioned close to a bottom corner of the little bed. They looked out of place and took up quite a bit of the available floor space, but maybe her Aunt didn't have anywhere else to store them.
"Your Uncle and I sleep in the room next door. Now seeing as you've lost your case I need to find something for you to wear to bed, come along."
In another room further down the landing Lisa was feeling very warm and close to panic as she stood next to her Aunt, who was pointing to the top shelf in a tall cupboard whose door was open.
"There should be some old pyjamas of your cousins up there," she said, placing a chair in front of her niece. Lisa didn't know what to do. If she got up onto the chair her Aunt was going to discover that underneath her dress she wasn't wearing any panties! Her face began to heat up at the thought but what concerned her even more was that her clitoral knob and nipples had started to throb and tingle and she could feel that her pussy was wet again. It was beginning to ooze with excitement. Usually she only felt those sensations when she was being naughty and touching herself. What was happening to her?
"Well hurry up I haven't got all day!" With no choice Lisa forced herself to climb up onto the chair hoping against hope that her Aunt wouldn't notice that she had a bare bottom. But the shelf was so high that she had to stand on her tiptoes and reach up to quickly grab the folded pyjamas. That was all it took!
"Good grief!" yelled her Aunt. "You aren't wearing any panties! What on earth do you think you're doing?"
A few moments later, during which time she was scolded loudly about her sluttish attitude, Lisa found herself standing once more in front of her Uncle. He looked up from his paper with annoyance in his eyes. Being disturbed whilst he was reading always irritated him.
"Lift up your skirt you little tart and show your Uncle the state you're in!" Lisa looked at her Aunt with pleading in her eyes. For the shy schoolgirl this was like her worst nightmare coming true. With shaking hands and a face which was glowing crimson she slowly raised the hem of the offending dress. Her smooth softly curved thighs came into view and then, much to her chagrin, the tuft of private curls between her legs.
"Get it higher than that girl!" snapped her Aunt. Drowning in humiliation Lisa lifted it until the whole of her belly was on show.
"Why isn't she wearing any panties?"
"She tells me she lost those at the same time that she lost her case, it all sounds like a pack of lies to me!" Lisa stood with her pussy on show desperately squeezing her thighs together. She'd die if they saw the way her clit was sticking out. Even though she was nearly fainting with embarrassment it was still throbbing and tingling.
"Are you telling us lies Lisa, big fat lies?" The trembling schoolgirl shook her head, horribly aware of her Uncles eyes as they leisurely roved over her thighs and stomach.
"No Miss," she stuttered, "I really did lose them." Lisa nearly dropped to the floor when she heard what her Aunt said next. The woman's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"But I thought you'd given them to a boy on the bus."
"Aunty...how do you know that....I mean...I didn't!" The desperation in the girl's voice brought a smile to the older woman's face.
"I...I...I didn't...I did lose them...honestly....please please believe me!"
"To a boy?" asked her astonished Uncle. "You gave your panties to a boy?"
"Uncle I did lose them...please believe me...I..."
"Enough young lady! You're in big trouble! I know all about you and what you've been up to so I suggest you tell us the truth right NOW!" shouted her Aunt impatiently. "AND KEEP YOUR DRESS UP! I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO LET IT GO!"
"Auntie...please..." Lisa began sobbing as she lifted the hem of the dress up to her face to wipe away her tears. As she did so the whole expanse of her flat stomach and even the lower curves of her breasts were exposed.
Olivia Brite grinned maliciously as she addressed the red-faced girl.
"Yes you little liar, Mr Bolker has already rung and informed me of your disgraceful behaviour in his garden! Turn around!" Snivelling unhappily Lisa did as she was told revealing her reddened rear cheeks to their combined gaze. The soft curves wobbled enticingly as the girl blubbered unhappily.
"Ben warmed her bottom when he found her urinating in his garden," she said, feigning shock, as she looked at her husband. "Apparently she then ran off and dropped her case. I've told him she'll fetch it first thing in the morning."
"Urinated in his garden? So she just squatted down like a common little tramp and relieved herself?" Bryan Brite licked his lips and told the girl to face him once more.
"I thought you were a well mannered young lady Lisa, but obviously I was wrong. I can't believe my niece is so shameless!" There was deep concern in his voice. "You're in serious trouble my girl. I won't stand such behaviour whilst you're staying under our roof. Do you understand?" Lisa stepped back trembling nervously.
"I...I...I so wanted to pee...I just couldn't hold it any longer..." she started mumbling whilst hanging her head in shame.
"I don't want to hear your excuses Lisa! How you dare disgrace us so? Shame on you! How dare you? Am I right Olivia?" His brows knitted together with anger as he looked at his wife.
"You're absolutely right Bryan!" agreed the older woman smiling slyly. "Get that dress off young lady. Right off! We can do without you hiding anything else from us!" Overwhelmed by humiliation but also frightened by her Aunt's curt tone Lisa reluctantly did as she was ordered. Visibly shaking she pulled the dress up and off over her head. It settled on the floor in a little heap. Now fully nude she tried to cover her breasts with her hands and keep her legs pressed together.
"What have you got to say for yourself?" her Uncle asked, looking with interest at her exposed vaginal crease. It bulged rudely between the tightly closed thighs. Olivia Brite secretly glanced at her husband as he openly examined the young girls' nude body and its' little bush of pubic hair.
"Stop slouching girl!" she suddenly barked, "Stand up straight and get your legs apart!" Lisa had to do as she was told. She had no choice. She knew she was in terrible trouble. Consumed with shame she pulled her shoulders back and shuffled her feet apart. Nooooooooo! Please No! They're going to see! Please don't let them see! But that's exactly what they did!
"Good grief! Just look at the state of her!" commented her Aunt as she gleefully focussed her husband's attention onto the girl's engorged clitoris. It was actually peeping out, a clearly visible pink bud emerging from the hairs covering the vulval folds. Lisa's face burned with shame as her Uncle stared directly at her throbbing clitoral button.
"I'm sorry Sir! I'm really really sorry," she blurted. "The horrid boy made me take my panties down. I didn't want to but he made me! Oooooh please Sir I'll be good from now on!" She dissolved into tears.
"Well yes I'm sure you'll be good from now on but I'll not have lying in my house. You obviously need teaching a lesson where the truth is concerned. Don't you agree Olivia?"
"Yes I certainly do," replied his grinning wife as she stared hungrily at the helplessly exposed flesh. "So now Lisa you're going to sing in a different way!" I'll be interested to hear you try and explain yourself once that fat little bottom of yours is writhing over my lap!
With a smirk on her face Olivia Brite tried to keep her excitement under control. She nearly burst out laughing when she heard what her husband asked next.
"Why is your vagina so hairy and unkempt young lady? Girls should always keep themselves clean and well trimmed down there." He looked at his wife, "Maybe we should shave her? Wouldn't it be much more hygienic?" Lisa's embarrassment was so intense that she could hardly breathe. She squirmed with humiliation under the searching eyes of the two adults. Bryan Brite's imagination had started to fill his head with exciting possibilities. If we shave her clean her pussy will be fully exposed, get rid of that hair and she won't be able to hide her little lips or her clitoris. It's sticking out already so how will it look once we get it properly uncovered!
"Yes dear that's an excellent idea," Olivia replied, before suddenly stepping forwards and slapping her niece's hands away from her chest.
"Don't you dare cover your breasts you naughty girl and spread your legs more...yes that's better. You didn't seem bothered about showing yourself off to that boy or Mr Bolker so don't pretend to be shy with us." Now her Aunt and Uncle had a much more interesting view. The girl's nipples were dark pink and fully erect poking excitedly from the centre of her gently wobbling globes. Lisa saw their eyes travel down to her pussy and began to feel herself drowning in shame. She knew her lips were now parted allowing them to peek at her slightly gaping and very wet hole. But horribly she also felt incredibly aroused. Her clit was throbbing uncontrollably and her nipples tingling in the warm air.
Standing naked in their kitchen with her nipples sticking out and her pussy shamefully exposed Lisa watched her Aunt and Uncle as they busied themselves preparing the kitchen table for her "shaving". It didn't take long.
"Up here girl," snapped her Auntie pointing to a large folded towel which she'd placed on the very edge of the heavy wooden tabletop. Acutely aware of her nakedness and the way that her uncovered boobs were bouncing Lisa lifted herself and managed to shuffle her bottom onto the waiting material. Immediately her hot buttocks began to prickle uncomfortably on the rough cotton.
"Legs up and open them nice and wide." Awkwardly and with her face literally burning with embarrassment Lisa lifted her legs and spread her feet apart on the table. Mortified by the exhibition she was making of herself she began to sob miserably. Olivia Bright grinned at her husband as they both peered at the swollen lips of the pouting pussy. It gaped wetly between the helpless girls' thighs. Her clitoral stalk jutted out from the upper juncture of the intimate crease and below it they could see into the tight pink hole which continued to seep clear fluid even as they watched. A trickle of Lisa's excitement escaped from her slit and ran down between the spread cheeks of her bottom. It collected in the red dimple of her tightly clenched but fully visible anal opening. Olivia glanced down at the front of her husband's trousers. She could see that he'd grown visibly more excited during the past half an hour. What he'd no doubt do to her later would certainly have her begging for more and hopefully mercy! Bryan had always been a forceful lover but when he was really aroused she almost fainted from the pleasure!
Lisa watched in horror as her Uncle vigorously worked the bristle haired shaving brush in the pot of shaving soap. When he lifted it up it was coated in a thick white froth.
"Don't you dare move girl. Stay in position or I'll give you such a thrashing that you won't be able to sit down for a week!" Lisa jerked and whimpered at the first touch from the brush but stayed with her legs fully spread and her pussy embarrassingly on show. Her Aunt watched her niece's flushed face as the bristly brush gradually worked its' way over the exposed private parts and saw the play of emotions the girl was experiencing. Shame, humiliation, helplessness, embarrassment, forced arousal; she could feel her own pussy tingling with excitement. Seeing her niece wallowing in such shame and submitting to the outrageous things being done to her was causing her own arousal levels to increase almost uncontrollably. No doubt the mix of chemicals was now doing its' work. Lisa being unable to control herself sexually would allow her to manipulate and dominate the young girl in any way she pleased. Surreptitiously Olivia Brite squeezed her thighs together causing a jolt of pleasure to race through her belly.
Slowly the brush moved back and forth over the vaginal mound coating not just the tuft of curly hair but also the delicate vulval lips and extremely sensitive clitoral bud. Lisa gasped at the intimate contact. It took all of her self control not to moan out loud! Oooooooooooh! Aaaaahhhhh! Oh God! What was the matter with her? She gurgled pitifully as the bristles searched between her bum cheeks and tickled her bottomhole. Satisfied at his handiwork her Uncle carried the soap and bowl of warm water over to the sink. Whilst he busied himself his wife left the room but quickly returned with a razor in her hand. She smiled at her niece whose face was literally beet red. Being so nakedly exposed with shaving foam spread all over her most private of places was causing the girl to sob with humiliation. As the two adults began to discuss Lisa’s sluttish behaviour she started to whimper and moan pitifully.
The shaving foam quickly began to dry causing a tightening of the hairs covering the virginal pussy. It was really uncomfortable. Lisa whimpered again.
“Stop whining girl we’re trying to talk!” snapped her Aunt suddenly.
“I just can’t believe she’s so naughty," said her husband. "Besides all that lying she’s never shaved her vagina either. I thought it was a well known fact that young girls should be clean down there?”
“Yes honey I agree with you, I don’t understand why she’s so slovenly. And why my sister has never shaved her, well, I’ve no idea. Probably the girl’s so badly behaved that she’s a real problem at home. I think we really need to take her in hand otherwise she’s going to turn into a proper little slut.” Bryan Brite nodded as he glanced at the wide open thighs of his young niece.
“And how dare she turn up here without any panties? She’s so shameless,” he said. “She’s needs to be taught right from wrong there’s no doubt about that.”
“As I’ve always said the girl’s needed to be well punished.” Olivia Brite took a deep breath and smiled slyly as she too stared at the helplessly displayed vaginal folds. “We’ll teach her what real humiliation is! Shave her now. The soap will have dried out nicely so it’ll pull at those hairs of hers a bit. It’ll teach her a lesson!” She couldn’t stop herself giggling quietly.
"Those" curly hairs immediately caught in the old razor. Lisa squealed and begged as they pulled painfully at her soft flesh but her Uncle just ignored her.
“Be quiet girl and keep still!” he barked crossly. Lisa sobbed as the blunt blade scraped against her delicate skin. Horribly she could feel her pussy reacting to the painful sensations. It was oozing fluid and she couldn’t understand why! In fact the stimulant had such a firm grip on her reactions that her arousal levels were no longer receptive to her influence. She gritted her teeth as her Uncle methodically worked his way across her quivering pubis. Taking a firm grip on the labial folds he pulled each one to the side before sliding the razor along the stretched flesh. Lisa moaned and cried and shook as the terrible shaving continued but suddenly she lost all control and began to moan urgently, and for a very different reason. The combination of the intense humiliation and the pain and, unbeknownst to her or her Uncle, the chemicals in her bloodstream, caused a totally unwanted reaction!
“Lisa how dare you! She’s coming right now…in front of us! Olivia just look at the little slut. I can’t believe it!” shouted Bryan Brite, his eyes wide with surprise. Lisa humped herself on the edge of the table, pushing her stiff clitoral bud against the firm fingers.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!....Y…Y…Y…Yeeeessss!” she gasped. Then she screamed as the orgasm arrived. Her Uncle simply continued to stare in shock.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. She’s such a dirty little girl.” Lisa started to cry, overcome with shame at what she’d just done, and covered her pussy with her hands.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself young lady!” he snapped, slapping her hands away. Cruelly he reached out and pinched one of her thorn-like nipples.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh!” she sobbed, “I’m sorrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy Uncle!” Olivia Brite’s pussy was throbbing uncontrollably as she devoured the scene in front of her. She smiled and took the girls’ other engorged nipple in her own fingers. Lisa squealed as her sensitive buds were squeezed.
“You’re going to be punished very severely for that wanton behaviour my girl. Young ladies should always have control over themselves, I can’t believe you’ve just come in front of us! You’re so shameless, how on earth does your mother stand you! We’re not going to have such disgusting things going on in this house, am I right Bryan?” Whilst she scolded the girl she kept pinching and twisting the engorged nipple. Crying and writhing Lisa tried to stay in position on the edge of the table but her thighs kept lifting and closing.
“Pleeeeeeeeeease Aunty I’m so sorry! Owwwwwwwwwwwwww it hurts so much!” she yelled. Her Uncle pulled thoughtfully at the stiff nipple he was rolling between his finger and thumb and nodded his head.
“I’m sure you’re right darling. This little tart is going to need some severe discipline to keep her in line. Spread your legs girl!” he shouted. “Now I said! Wider girl!” As Lisa did as she told her Aunt laughed,
“Just look at her, the way she’s showing herself, totally shameless!”
They both released Lisa’s breasts at the same moment. The soft curves wobbled deliciously as the girl continued to sob loudly. Olivia Brite looked at the abused red mound, it looked sore, very sore, the blunt razor had done its’ work just as she’d known it would. She licked her lips and squeezed her legs together excitedly.
“Look at that Bryan,” she said pointing to the table top beneath Lisa’s spread vaginal folds. There was a little pool of shiny clear fluid that had dripped from their niece's defenceless pussy. “The little tart has marked my table with her juices!” Shaking his head with disbelief her husband picked up the razor once more before roughly pulling the girl’s quivering bum cheeks wide. Lisa squealed and begged and jerked as he scraped the blade over and around the clenching hole of her bottom. He noticed his wife’s eyes were alive with excitement as the girls' awful humiliation continued, and smiled to himself. He was enjoying the game just as much as she was!
Once wiped with a flannel soaked in hot water Lisa’s pussy bulged obscenely. Now it was completely on display, as was her tight anal dimple. She sobbed piteously as her Aunt and Uncle looked at her. Her poor pussy was so sore and it was tingling and itching and oozing. She could feel it! Her pubic mound was red, its' labia swollen and glistening and gaping apart. At their top juncture the shaking girl’s clitoral knob was stiff and bright pink. It stuck out, just like her exposed nipples, as she sat fully opened on the edge of the table. The two adults exchanged glances and grinned happily. Now Olivia’s Brites “fun” was beginning she could hardly contain her excitement and by the look of the front of her husband’s trousers, he could hardly contain his either!
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