My Cousin's slave
by Emma No Knickers
Ever since I could remember I had always had these dreams of being made to do
all kinds of embarrassing and humiliating things. Most of my masturbation
fantasies consisted of me being put in shameful situations usually always naked
or dressed in something childish and humiliating.
I still live with my mum even though I am twenty-seven and although I have had a
few boyfriends none has ever done anything that has really sparked my fire so to
speak.
At tea one evening my mum casually informed me that we were having houseguest's
for the summer. My cousin Simon and his friend Carl were coming to stay. I did
not see Simon all that often and had never paid him much attention and never
even seen Carl.
They were both fourteen and the prospect of having them around the house all
summer did not appeal to me.
I had a secret hobby which I knew their arrival would certainly spoil: I loved
to walk around the house naked when ever my Mum was out and imagine people
seeing me.
It gave me a huge thrill to be completely naked doing ordinary things like just
watching TV and all the time I had thoughts of every one I knew seeing me and
treating me with contempt for being a shameless tart!
On Saturday morning they arrived and as soon as they saw me they seemed to stare
obscenely at me with wide eyes that were visibly undressing me. I could not look
them in the eye and I felt myself blush as they shook my hand. That night my Mum
went out and they were in their room playing computer games, I was frustrated
because now I would usually be naked and dreaming of my fantasies. I opened a
bottle of wine and began to resent their presence even though they had not yet
been here a day.
Simon came down for a drink and cheekily asked if they could share my wine, I
knew it was wrong but for some reason I felt myself unable to say no to him. He
even had the nerve to tell me to get two more glasses and take them upstairs to
them.
I walked in the room to find them stuck to the computer screen shooting some
space creature and they barely acknowledged me. I poured them a small glass each
and gave it to them. "Hey, your cool" said Carl and I found myself sitting on
the bed at the side of them as they told me how to play the game and said I
could have a go next.
It was not top of my list of exciting things to do on a Saturday night but I
thought what the hell and joined in.
Of course I was absolutely useless at the game and the boys could do nothing but
laugh at me and although I knew it was completely absurd it gave me a weird
feeling to hear them laughing. After I had lost one game in about two minutes
flat they said my forfeit was to get some more wine, as I complied a strange
thrill ran through me at the thought of them making me do a forfeit.
The next game I lost equally as quickly and without thinking I blurted out loud
"so what's my forfeit now". I had never intended to actually say it and the room
filled with silence as the boys looked amused at me. Carl broke the silence and
laughed that maybe I should go and stand in the corner with my hands on my head
until it was my turn again. I could not believe what he had said and yet I knew
I would go and do it without question.
I could her them both try to stifle a giggle as I put my hands on my head and a
pure rush of shame surged through me. A thousand thoughts ran through my head on
why I was doing this but all the time the thrill was building up inside me.
It was my turn again and with my face as red as could be I walked back to the
chair, I was hopeless and played the worst game ever. Simon and Carl laughed
openly as I bowed my head and waited with baited breath for what they would tell
me to do next.
I could see the wine had affected them a little, not to mention me and I froze
in fear at their request. They wanted me to take off my underwear and hand it to
them then stand back against the wall. I told them it was outrages and I cold
not be expected to do such a thing yet all the time I was imagining what a rush
it would give me. Carl interrupted me and said that so was letting them drink
the wine and how would I like my Mum to know I had done that.
This was becoming surreal, here I was twenty-seven years old and trying to stop
my Mum finding out I had given wine to two fourteen year old boys by giving them
my underwear. I was adamant I would not do when Simon played his trump card, "we
know your wearing black knickers, you have been showing us all night every time
you got off the chair".
I knew my skirt was a little short but I had no idea they could see up it and a
fresh blush filled my cheeks. "So are you going to do it Emma" grinned Carl "or
shall we tell your mum you've been flashing your knickers at us". I could not
reply and just nodded my head at the boys; they were ecstatic with delight and
sat in anticipation on the edge of the bed.
I was wearing a T-shirt and knew it was big enough to allow me to pull my arm
out of one of the sleeves, unfasten the clip on my bra and then pull it off my
other arm. I tried not to look at them while I struggled to do it but out of the
corner of my eye I could see them looking almost mesmerized. I threw the bra at
them and put my arm back in my T-shirt, I was shocked as Carl nudged Simon, "can
you see how her tits have sagged a bit".
A thrill of unbelievable humiliation hit me like a train as they both gazed at
my breasts beneath my T-shirt. "Yeah" replied Simon "and you can see her
nipples", I knew they were hard and shuddered to think what they thought of me.
"Come on knickers next" they laughed and my legs felt like they would give way
as I reached for the waistband and slowly pulled them down. I felt so ashamed
but yet so excited at the same time and could feel my heart pounding inside me.
"Satisfied" I snapped as I threw them the kickers and watched as the boys
laughed and giggled while handing them to each other and then put them under the
bed. "What are you gonna do to get them back then Emma" said a smug looking
Carl.
"Nothing" I protested and almost pleaded with them not to be so mean to me and
let me have them back as they had their fun. They were hysterical with laughter
as they tried to speak and eventually Simon managed to tell me that I had to
score five thousand on the game to win my undies.
Reluctantly I agreed to their ridiculous demand and sat down in front of the
screen but of course it was hopeless and I barely scored half the total. Despite
this I knew deep inside me that this was what I wanted and I waited with the
adrenaline running through me as to what they would do now.
They seemed to have calmed down a lot and looked serious and the whole
atmosphere was more intent and I was beginning to feel fear as well as
excitement. "So what do you want to do Emma to earn your knickers" smiled Simon,
I could not think of anything to say and without really thinking just mumbled
that I would show them my bum for five seconds. Carl looked at me and gave me a
very sarcastic reply; "ok Emma lets have a look". I turned round and began to
lift my skirt as Simon whispered "oh god she's really going to do it" and then
my skirt was high above my waist and the cool air bathed my exposed bum.
"Brilliant" breathed Carl "I think you should stay like that until we say so,
don't you Emma" I could hardly speak but managed a whispered "yesss" as they
acknowledged me with a quiet laugh. I stood perfectly still trying not to clench
my bum cheeks as I could feel their eyes burning through me, "what a cute arse"
laughed Simon and then to my horror told me to walk backwards to them so they
could feel it.
"No" I argued "that's not part of the deal" I wanted to scream and run out of
the room. Carl sounded so sure of himself and told me that if I did not behave
then they would simply hand my underwear to my mum when she came home and tell
her that I had stripped for them.
I shuffled backwards in compliance knowing I was now totally under their command
and I would have to do whatever they told me, which made me almost gasp out loud
at the thought.
I gave a little squeal of apprehension when Carl's hand touched my bum cheek
making both the boys giggle and I began to breath heavier as he stroked his hand
all over my bum. He encouraged Simon to have a feel as well and soon four hands
were roaming across every square inch of my buttocks, they were almost kneading
my cheeks and laughing how they could make them wobble.
I am not sure who it was but I was given a crisp smack which made me jump and
then after a moments silence another one only harder this time. A few more
smacks followed and I lifted my legs to shuffle in protest and gave a long low
moan, "hey this what she needs, her arse smacking". It was Carl and as he
continued to reign smacks on my bum he taunted me "do you like this Emma having
your bum smacked like a four year old".
"Nooo, please don't" I begged but it fell on deaf ears as he carried on. I could
feel my cheeks begin to burn and I was struggling to stand still as the smacks
became less in number but were a lot harder. "Wow this is fantastic" laughed
Carl "look how red I've made her arse" I couldn't stand it any more and put my
hands to my stinging bum cheeks to rub them.
"Turn round," yelled Carl and my mind was spinning as I obeyed, I was grateful
that my skirt had fallen down to cover my pubic hair from their gaze. "What's
the matter does your bum hurt," said Simon with a huge smirk all over his face.
I couldn't in fact wouldn't answer them as they both sat smiling watching my
shame before their very eyes. I wanted to cry but did not want to give them the
satisfaction of knowing they had reduced me to tears so easily.
"Emma" came a shout from downstairs and I stumbled in blind panic for a second,
Simon and Carl seemed to sober up immediately and sat innocently at the
computer. I picked up the wine bottle and pushed it under the bed and
desperately tried to find my discarded underwear. I gave one last stretch under
the bed but it was no use and with my face flushed as red as my backside I left
the room as I heard my Mum walking up the stairs.
I just managed to get to the bathroom before she saw me and plunged my face
under some cold water, she was outside on the landing talking to me, telling
what a good evening she had and did the boys give me any trouble.
I would have laughed if it were not absurd, well if you don't count losing my
underwear to them and getting my bare bum spanked like baby of course they gave
me no trouble. I just muttered a quick "no of course not they were fine" and
took a deep breath to compose myself before opening the door.
I wanted to go straight to my bed but she reminded me to go and tidy up
downstairs and all the time she continued to talk to me. I could feel my nipples
become hard as I thought about her seeing my red bum beneath my skirt and the
shame of her knowing that my fourteen year old cousin's friend had just given my
bare bum a spanking.
I am sure she noticed I was braless and she gave me a disapproving look as at
last I could reach the safety of my bedroom.
I was desperate to see my bum and took off my skirt and T-shirt before standing
and twisting in front of the mirror. I was almost disappointed to see that it
was only slightly pink and as I ran my hands over it I imagined them giving me a
very severe thrashing in order to recover my underwear.
It was this thought that filled my mind as I lay in bed and let my fingers
wander between my legs and masturbate myself to sleep.
