a new life

CHAPTER  3.    THE CAN CAN.

Claris Seymour McKenzie stood in a side room along with her two daughters, Collette and Julie. Their lives had changed so much over the last few weeks. Tears were slowly falling down their faces as the three women stood with their heads bowed awaiting their fate. Jane had trained them over the last few days to dance the can can. But this was a can can with a difference. She had devised a way of totally degrading this family as they danced for an audience. They have been strapped, caned and beaten so that they would get this awful dance exactly as Jane wanted. Paul had been away for a few days and Jane had promised him a treat on his return. Well she was about to deliver that promise. The door opened and almost instinctively the three women stood straight and to attention. Jane smiled as she looked at the three ladies in front of her. Ladies they certainly were. Well brought up and proud. But that had been beaten out of them, and as she looked at them she felt proud of herself. What she could make these women do was exhilarating.

All three were dressed in the same outfit. A white frilly silk blouse, a black skirt down to their knees underneath which was a set of under slips which allowed the skirt to flow freely. Jane looked directly into their faces and saw the total shame that they had. “ Today will be your first public performance, make sure that it is perfect. I know you will not let me down, as I am sure you want to please me. I have put a lot of time and effort into training you and I know you appreciate that, don’t you ladies”. The irony of what they were listening to was not lost as they all nodded their heads. “ Yes Miss”. “ You will walk out into the centre of the stage and await the music”. The three family members went to a side door and walked out to the centre of a well lit stage. The stage was lit with search lights, the audience which consisted of six men who had paid a fortune to see this dance, were not visible to the women. They had no idea who, or how many people were going to watch them totally degrade themselves over the next hour or so. At the back of the stage, facing the audience and hanging from the wall was a large screen. On the screen were the three women standing facing their audience. It zoomed in to take in their faces and capture the shame and distress that was edged over all their faces. Paul did not have any idea what was about to take place, but he knew that it would be unique, because that was Jane’s style. At the front of the stage ran a long camera, probably about six feet in length, and standing about 9 inches in height. The camera lens could not be seen by the audience only the back of it, which did not interfere with anyone’s vision.

Jane took to the stage and standing to the side of her charges, she began the degradation and humiliation of these proud women.

“ Gentlemen let me introduce you to a Mother and her two daughters who are going to entertain you with their version of the famous French dance the Can Can. Claris who is in the middle is the mother and is 42 years old. Collette on her left is 20 years old, and the baby of the family Julie is on her right. She is 18 years old and is a virgin”. The little speech was awful for this family as the screen zoomed in to look at their tear streaked eyes. The humiliation on their faces was already getting to some of the audience as they anticipated what they were about to witness. “ The screen at the back is to aid your entertainment, and as the show goes on I am sure you will appreciate its value. Ladies your audience awaits you”. With that Jane left the stage and an air of anticipation hung in the room.

The traditional music for the Can Can started. The women waited until the right note before starting their decent into hell. “Ye Ha. Ye Ha Ye Ha” All three yelled out as if they really into what they were into. And they began to do the Can Can. Kicking their legs up and down to the famous tune. As the tune progressed their kicking got higher and higher. Talking to her daughters so only they could hear, she directed when and what they were to do. If she got this wrong she knew that they all faced getting beaten severely. “ Higher”. Was her only word but it prompted all three to take hold of their skirts and pull them up to about halfway up their thighs. This gave the audience a good view of their thighs which everyone could now see were encased in fishnet stockings. “ Turn”. Claris whispered to her daughters and in total harmony the three of them turned as one and continued with what was for the moment a sexy but similar Can Can that most people have seen. “ Up” and again as one the three women lifted their skirts, but this time they were pulled up high and bunch up around their hips. They all wore identical pure white silk panties that hugged them snugly. The stockings were held up by black garters, and gave the audience an unobstructed view of the top of their thighs. The women stopped dancing and again as one parted their feet and bent right over. The view was stunning as their white silk panties clung to their backsides and their crack could be seen quite clearly through the white silk. What a sight as they held this position for a minute. They knew exactly what they were showing, as Jane had made them look at each other as they took training for this humiliation. A little tear hit the ground in front of Julie as she held her position. She was shamed beyond belief as she heard her Mother say “ Up” . All three rose and turned to face the front of the stage. Holding the pose for another minute as they let their audience gaze at them with their skirts bunched high above their waist. Suddenly they kicked their legs and began to dance again, this time leaving the skirts bunched high as they showed off their underwear. They danced, turned and bent for another five minutes, making it impossible to tell whether their faces were covered in tears or perspiration. The women stopped the dance as the music stopped, keeping their skirts held up as the screen behind them zoomed in to show the audience a close up of the front of their panties. The detail it showed was amazing. It showed all three in so much detail, the intimate intricacies  of the panties could be seen. “ Now”. Claris whispered to her daughters and all three reached down with one hand and taking the crotch of their panties they pulled them to one side showing off their pussies. They could hear a gasp from the audience as they humiliated themselves. Altogether they squatted as they held their skirts up with one hand and pulled their panties to one side with the other. The audience cheered as the camera zoomed closer to show all three pussies at the same time. Claris nodded her head and all three shouted out together. “ Pussy show”. The camera then zoomed in on their faces as tried not to cry at this total humiliation. Suddenly the music started again and the three women rose together and let go of their panties and skirts and started the Can Can again as if nothing had happened. As they continued their dance, the screen at the back of them was re showing the squatting and pulling aside panties sequence. Again the music stopped and the three women stood to attention. Again in perfect time they each began to unbutton their blouses, and again in perfect harmony they removed them standing in just their black skirts and white silk Bras. “ Up” came the instruction from mother to daughters and all three reached down and pulled up their skirts bunching them above their waist as the music started again and the Can Can was started again. With skirts bunched up and in their pure white silk panties, and pure white silk Bras, they looked unbelievable. They danced like that kicking their feet high for another five minutes before the music stopped again. All three were out of breath and perspiring but held their composure as they degraded themselves in front of their invisible audience. Claris was sobbing slightly as she tried to get her breath. She and her family were humiliating themselves for the entertainment of a group of men. She was proud and she felt her heart would almost stop. She had to go on. The thought of what Jane would do if they did not perform was not worth thinking about. There was silence in the room as the audience waited. Well not quite silence as the sound of men pulling themselves and groaning was all too evident. “ Tits out”. Claris could hardly get the words out. They all dropped their skirts at the same time and then all three reached into their right Bra cups and together they each pulled out their right Tit. They then reached into their left Bra cup and pulled out their left Tit. They each sorted their Tits out so that they hung out of their Bras completely. Finally they stooped down and again bunched their skirts up over their waists. The sight that met the audience was one that most men would die for. A mother and her 20 and 18 year old daughters stood with their skirts pulled up and bunched around their waist. Showing all their pure white silk panties clinging to them, fishnet stockings held up with black garters and their large Tits hanging out of their Bras. Again the music started up, and this poor family began again to dance the Can Can. This time with their naked Tits shaking and bobbing as they danced around. For another five minutes they continued to dance and shake their Tits. The music stopped again and the women ran to stand in front of the camera on the floor. Behind them it zoomed in on their naked Tits and the screen was filled with six Tits. As the camera zoomed in, each woman let their skirts drop and took hold of their nipples and on a nod from Claris lifted each Tit with the nipple. Pulling them high and separating them from the upper side of the Bra that they rested on. Pulling hard until almost the only part that could be seen was the underside of the Tit. They then turned sideways giving the audience a different view. Turning to face the front again they let go of their Tits and in unison unzipped the skirts and took them off. Now down to just panties, stockings, and Bra’s with the Tits pulled out of them, the women gave a little curtsy and parted their feet wide. Each squatted in front of the stage camera and reached down with one hand and pulled the panties to one side. The screen formatted into two halves. The top half zoomed in on their Tits and the bottom half on their pussies. “ Tits and pussy show”. They shouted out together. Paul looked at Jane and nodded. This was outstanding. What must that woman have put this family through to make them do this to themselves. It almost beggared belief. Finally they got up and turned their backs to the audience. Again spreading their legs wide they bent right over and putting their hands behind them they each put one hand on their panties, and with a cry of “Pussy from the back”. They pulled the panties to one side showing off their pussies from the back. The camera zoomed in again and the audience was given a view of three pussies from the same family. It was too much for several of the audience as groans of excitement could be heard from them. The women were by now exhausted but also in bits. They had been put through hell but they knew it was not over yet. Standing up and turning to face the audience they removed their panties and Bras and stood in just stockings. A family in total humiliation. Final they put their arms around each others shoulders and as the music started up the Seymour McKenzie women did a naked Can Can dance for the amusement of others. But it was not over yet, and they new it. They danced for a few minutes and when the music stopped they stood in front of the stage camera. Claris gathered herself and tried to get her breath back. “ Sirs my daughters and I hope that you have enjoyed our little show, we would like to finish by giving you all a view of us that we hope you will enjoy, so from me Claris, Collette and Julie the Seymour McKenzie girls we would like to thank you for your time”. Claris was crying as she delivered her little speech. Her humiliation was complete as they all stood with their feet spread wide and then together in a well rehearsed move they squatted. Reaching down they each took a pussy lip in between their thumb and finger and pulled their pussies wide open. On the screen the camera had zoomed in to show this wondrous sight. Each pussy was pulled open wide enough to look into and the zoom picked up the pink inner skin of the pussies. Could a family of females be more shamed and humiliated. They stayed like that for a minute or so before standing and turning their backs to the audience. Putting their feet wide apart they bent right over and again took their pussy lips in each hand they pulled themselves wide open. No woman could show more of herself. They were open to the limit as the camera zoomed in. Finally they stood up and faced their audience. They could hear clapping as they left the stage by the side door and once inside collapsed into each others arms and sobbed their hearts out.

Paul hugged Jane and congratulated her on a wonderful performance. “ Why thank you kind sir, I must say they performed extremely well. I had a great time training them, but I am so pleased you liked it”. “Why my dear Jane what was not to like and just look at the money we made and the money when the video is edited”. They spoke as if they were talking about something quite normal, rather than the total and utter humiliation of a 42 year old mother and her two young daughters. “ If you want to mingle with your guests, I will have a word with the girls about their performance”. The women broke from their embracing as they heard the door open and stood in a line. Shivering and crying. Naked except for the fishnet stockings as they waited Jane’s verdict.

“ Well ladies how do you think you did with your little dance. Claris you first do you think that was a good performance”. Claris could hardly speak as her mouth was so dry. She tried to create some spittle to wet her mouth, but it was almost impossible. “ Has the cat got your tongue girl, you had no problem pulling your pussy wide open for the gentlemen, yet you can’t open your mouth to speak to me”. Jane loved to verbally humiliate women and this comment did just that to poor Claris as she cupped her hands into her face and sobbed her heart out. As Jane looked at the three women in front of her she felt herself all wet below. She thought of the life these three women had only a few weeks ago, and what had changed for them due to her and Paul. “ Well I am waiting for an answer”. “ Sorry Miss, please Miss I think we did very well Miss, please this is so hard for us please have mercy Miss”. “ An answer girl or I will thrash you”. Claris panicked as she sought to find the words that would not annoy Jane. “ I think we did well Miss, we tried so hard”. Jane looked at Julie, the baby of the group. Her face was almost swollen with all the crying she had done. An 18 year old virgin who had just shown an invisible group of men parts of her that no one had ever seen before. “ Julie how do you think you did”. Julie gulped hard before she told Jane that she thinks they did well. “ Collette do you think you did well”. “ Yes Miss”. Collette dropped her head in shame as she answered. “I think that although it wasn’t a bad performance certain things can be improved”. Jane was talking as if it was just a normal dance they had performed, not a dance were they had just degraded themselves beyond belief. “ I was not pleased with your timing when pulling your Tits out of your Bra’s, I mean come on, how old are you, and yet you seem to struggle to get your timing right, you will practice that any spare moments you have. Its simple, you put your hands in your Bras and pull out your Tits. What’s difficult about that”. The words burnt into the women’s physic. “ Perhaps if I give you a little reminder you might try harder next time”. With that Jane walked over to a desk and opening a draw, she took out a long wide black leather strap. Panic set in as the women saw the strap. Amid pleading and begging Jane stood in front of them holding the strap up for them all to see. “ Please Miss”. Begged Claris “ We did our best Miss we have degraded ourselves, please don’t beat us, please”. Jane smiled at their plight. A plight that was down to her, it was all her own doing and it filled her with a deep glow. “ I am not interested in how you feel, you will do as you are told, and you were told to pull your Tits out of your Bras at the same time. This did not happen and for that you will be punished. As it happened on stage that is were you will be punished. You  will go and shower, you will get dressed in the second outfit that you were given, and you will put your make up on. Report back here in 30 minutes. The second half of the show will begin after you have each received your punishment”.

As the women went to get changed, Jane joined Paul and his guests as they nibbled on food and had a drink. 30 minutes later she entered the side stage room to be greeted by a wonderful sight. The three women stood in a line holding hands, as they had been instructed to do. Claris was dressed in a white A line dress which just covered her knees. She looked like the everyday mother that she was. A very attractive middle aged lady. To her right stood Collette, dressed in her everyday clothing of a black cotton T shirt and tight blue jeans the type most teenagers wear. To Claris’s left was Julie who was dressed in her school uniform. A white cotton blouse, with a blue school tie, and a grey pleated tunic. It was her actual school uniform as she was in her last year. It was finished off with white knee length stockings, and black hush puppy shoes. A family as any other, or at least that’s what they looked like. They had no idea what was going to happen in part two of the show. Jane had told them nothing. They were terrified. “ Stay here until you are called, and mark my word if you don’t answer questions correctly or obey all orders then you will be punished on the spot. The gentlemen are going to see things they have never seen”. With that Jane left through the stage door and went to the centre of the stage.

Jane made an imposing figure as she stood on the stage. Dressed in a tight pair of black trousers and black polo neck jumper she gave off an air of  authority. “Gentlemen the ladies who have just danced for you would like to introduce themselves to you in a bit more detail. So could you please put your hands together for the Seymour McKenzie ladies”. As the applause rang out the three women made their way towards the centre of the stage. Taking their stance they stood next to each other and then held each others hands. The applause stopped and there was silence in the room. “ Forward Claris and lets get better acquainted”. Claris stepped forward and stood two or three feet in front of her daughters. To her side stood Jane. She made Claris tell the audience her name and her age and then she had her introduce her daughters. She then had Julie step to the front as Claris stepped back. “ A true schoolgirl for you gentlemen, dressed in her actual uniform, not many men get to see what you are going to see, you’re a lucky girl Eh. Most gentlemen when they see a good looking schoolgirl in her uniform think wow I wonder what she looks like under that. Well young Julie here is going to show you, aren’t you Julie”. Jane grinned as the young schoolgirl let out a sob before replying. “ Yes Miss”. “ Good then slowly pull up you school tunic and bunch it around your waist, lets all have a good look at your school panties”. Claris started openly crying at the treatment of her daughter, and it seemed all the more terrible because she was in her school uniform. Julie lifted the tunic up showing off her bare thighs as she pulled it up higher. Tears streamed down her face as she reached her white cotton panties. Bunching it high, she stood on the stage, a sight for sore eyes. There were gasps from the audience as something probably none of them had seen before was before them. “ Walk around the room Julie, let the gentlemen see your panties from all angles”. Julie walked round parading herself, crying as she did so. When she stood in the centre again, Jane had Claris stand next to Julie. “ You will describe in detail, in a loud enough voice for all to hear, the panties your baby daughter is wearing”. Claris broke down at this point, crying buckets into her cupped hands. Jane let her continue. She loved this reaction. It showed the  audience that the women did not want to do this, but that she could get them to do anything she wanted. After several minutes Jane walked to the side of the stage and returned with a leather strap. “ I suggest you begin girl or I will have to persuade you”, Claris wiped away the tears’ and began  

another decent into hell. “ My daughters panties are white plain cotton”. “ Louder girl and kneel down next to the panties so you can see exactly what they are like”. Claris dropped to her knees and with her face only inches away from her daughters panties she began to describe in detail Julies school panties. Through sobs she went through the humiliating ordeal that Jane put her through. Finally Jane told Claris to stand up. “ Stand by your Julies side and pull up your own dress, lets all have a look at your panties. Claris thought back to the time she had been a friend with Jane as she pulled up her dress and bunched it up over her waist. Underneath she was wearing black pantyhose, and under that a pair of white panties. They had two tiny black bows, one on each side at the top of the panty. “ Get over here Collette and kneel in front of your mother, pull down her pantyhose and loudly describe in detail your mothers panties”. What this woman was putting this family through was remarkable. Collette choked back her tears as she described her mothers white panties and describing the little black bows in detail. Jane then had Collette stand next to her mother and sister and made her pull down her jeans to her ankles. Standing in her blue cotton thongs with her jeans bunched down around her ankles, next to her mother with her dress bunched up and her pantyhose down to her knees showing her white panties and Julie with her school uniform bunched above her waist, and showing the whole of her white cotton school panties. It was a pure vision of beauty, and one that had some of the audience pulling themselves again. Jane then had them all strip down to their panties and Bras and began to berate them about the Can Can dance. They were made to thank the audience for watching them and for clapping their performance. “ Gentlemen I was disappointed with a couple of things about the performance. When the ladies pulled their Tits from their Bras it was supposed to be done together, but as you can see on the screen above, Claris takes hers out slightly before her daughters”. The screen showed a replay of the women as they reached into the cups of their Bras and pulled out their Tits. The three ladies sobbed openly as they were told to pull their Tits out of their Bras. Could they be shamed anymore. They stood in just their panties, with their Tits pulled out and hanging over the pulled down Bras. “ Clasp your hands and put them behind your heads. Gentlemen I am now going to punish this family for the clumsy way they pulled their Tits out of their Bra cups”. Walking to stand in front of Collette, Jane pulled the strap above her head and brought it down hard across Collette’s right Tit. Collette let out a scream as the pain soared round her Tit. A searing pain stung into her. “ Keep your hands behind your head, all of you steady yourselves, if one of you makes me lose my rhythm I will start all over again”. Jane brought the strap down again on the right Tit of Collette. CRACK. The sound echoed round the room as Collette yelled out in agony. The audience were stunned at the ferocity of the strapping. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Three more vicious strokes hit the poor girls Tit as she yelled and screamed at the top of her voice. Collette somehow kept her hands clasped behind her head as she withstood the most awful pain. Jane moved on to Claris CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Five on Claris’s right Tit and she joined in with her daughter crying and yelling. Next Jane move onto Julie and CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Julie could not keep her hands behind her head after the fourth stroke and put her hands up to her bruised breast and tried to ease the pain. “ Get your hands back behind your head you insolent girl, you have just earned yourself, your mother and your sister a further five on the other Tit”. “ No please Miss, no more please Miss”. Claris begged her tormentor, we cant take anymore Miss please have mercy on us, I beg you please have mercy on us. She dropped to her knees and bent her head and started kissing Jane’s feet. As she licked Jane’s feet she was mumbling and crying and begging for mercy. Jane left her down there kissing her feet as she waited for Julie to place her hands behind her head. CRACK. She gave Julie her fifth stoke whilst her mother kissed her feet. She was in heaven as she heard the unmistakable sounds of men wanking themselves at the spectacle she was creating for them. “ Get yourselves lined up again Julie has just earned you five more each. I will be kind and give them to you on your other Tit”. Jane screamed at them and as Claris stumbled up to take her place, Collette screamed out.” Mercy Miss, please have Mercy”. “ Heads back and keep your hands behind your heads, the same applies as last time”. Jane screamed at them as she flexed her arm. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Collette screamed at the total pain. Both her breasts burned with an intensity she had never experienced. Jane moved in front of Claris, as the woman squinted in anticipation. CRACK.CRACK. Jane stopped for a minute as she let the first two strokes take their toll. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. The next three strokes brought wails from Claris as the tears fell down her face and dropped onto the floor. Jane positioned herself in front of young Julie. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK

Julie danced on the spot as she desperately tried to keep her hands clasped behind her head. Jane looked out to the invisible audience as she announced, that for the time being the punishment was over. Beside her, the three women danced on the spot as they cried and cried. It was almost impossible to imagine how anyone could cry so much. As the pain roared through the women’s Tits they had almost forgotten the shame and humiliation they had just gone through. Jane left them for several minutes, as they stood trying to regain their composure, hands behind their heads and their bruised and battered Tits hanging out of their Bra’s. They had almost forgotten that they were stood in just their panties. The camera zoomed in and out, catching them in all their misery.

Jane was going to heap more misery onto this family as she allowed them 10 minutes to regain some of their composure. She studied the three women as they stood in front of her. Their breasts were bruised beyond description. Their faces were almost swollen with all the crying they had done. “ Not going to have any more problems pulling your Tits out of your Bras are you ladies”. “ No Miss”. They said in unison. Oh how their lives had changed. “ Well then lets have a practice. Place your Tits back in your Bras ladies, stuff them in the same way as you took them out”. The enormity of what she was making them do was not lost on the women. Claris dropped to her knees and holding out her hands as if she was praying, begged Jane to leave her daughters alone and just punish her. “ I can, and will do what I want with you, and your family, now get up and push those Tits of yours into your Bra cups. You have five minutes or its more on those Tits”. Jane watched in amusement as the three women cried and howl as they tried to force their bruised and swollen Tits into their Bra’s. They all managed to get them back in but the pain was incredible. As the three of them stood next to each other crying in both pain and shame, Jane called for Paul to come up on stage. “ All of you remove your panties and hand them to Mr Paul. Paul would you be so kind as to hand these out to the gentlemen in the audience, I am sure they would want to inspect them. Gentlemen when you have inspected them feel free to clean yourself up with them. Wank into them if you wish”. Paul took the panties from the women with a grin, he reached out and put his hand on Claris’s Tit. She gulped in a breath of air, as the pain rippled through her Tit. “ Thank Mr Paul for feeling your Tit you ungrateful woman”. Yelled Jane. “ Thank you Sir for feeling my Tit”. The women were willing to do anything to get this over with. “ Turn round, legs apart and bend right over, reach behind you and pull open your pussies as wide as you can”. And so these three proud ladies did as she had told them. Totally shamed and humiliated they pulled themselves open for the pure enjoyment of others. “ Julie I said pull wide open, I want the camera to see pink flesh”. As the three of them bent and pulled, the pain in their Tits hurting beyond belief, and the humiliation burning into their mind, their tears were dropping freely onto the stage door. “ Leave your pussies alone, take your cheeks into your hands and pull open your arse cheeks. I want them pulled wide so I can see into your anus”. Jane left them like that as she let the men in the audience wank into the family panties. Finally she allowed them to stand. Getting the men to place the cum soaked panties at the edge of the stage, each girl was made to go and pick up her own. “ Right ladies put on your panties, you made the poor gentlemen cum in them with your shameful behaviour, so its only fair that you wear them as a reminder of your behaviour”. With that the three women, mother and two daughters, pulled on their cum soaked panties. Standing with their sore swollen Tits in their Bra’s and in cum soaked panties that were beginning to stick to their stomachs and backsides, crying and sobbing openly, they made a pitiful sight. “ Wave to the audience and shout goodbye, then leave the stage still waving”. The final humiliation as they waved their goodbyes turning as they left.