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Chapter 7: Knickers down
Wearing just the tiny knickers and with her arms clasped nervously across her chest Lisa reluctantly padded barefoot out into the shop. She stood trembling in front of the small group of interested observers keeping her eyes downcast whilst her cheeks blazed with heat.
“How many times do you need to be told girl? Stand up straight!” Wishing that the floor would open and swallow her up Lisa forced herself to lower her hands to her sides. She could hear the boy sniggering as she stared resolutely at the floor. Having to expose herself was making her heart flutter in her chest and her nipples point stiffly towards her tormentors. She cringed inwardly when she felt the tell tale wetness gathering between her thighs. Keeping them tightly closed would hopefully hide the shameful evidence of her arousal from their prying eyes.
“Turn around,” said her Uncle curtly. Keeping her legs pressed together she shuffled in a small circle presenting her almost bare buttocks for their inspection. The smooth unblemished globes wobbled gently in time with the trembling of their owner. Lisa closed her eyes. She was so embarrassed she could hardly breathe and unhelpfully the tingling in her pussy was getting more and more insistent. After a few moments she was told to turn back and face them.
“The girl certainly needs a lesson in etiquette,” said the middle-aged woman, her voice tinged with a superior tone. “This desire to shamefully expose her parts to total strangers needs dealing with immediately, don’t you agree?” Bryan Brite nodded, noticing the gleam in her eyes and the way that her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “Would you like me to help you discipline her?” she asked, almost eagerly. Bryan and Brett Palt exchanged an amused glance.
“That sounds like an excellent idea. What would you suggest?”
“ Well in my experience the only thing that influences the behaviour of sluttish young girls is a good old-fashioned thrashing. It’s all they understand.”
At that moment Brett Palt nodded almost imperceptibly to his shop assistant; Milla, who was standing by the curtain of the changing room, stepped up behind the helpless schoolgirl and, before she had time to react, took a firm grip on the waistband of the thong and jerked it sharply upwards. Lisa squealed as the front panel slipped inside her vulval slit. And squealed again as her hands, which were shooting forwards, were slapped firmly away by her Uncle.
“W…W…Woooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned as the strip of material embedded itself between her sticky labial folds. The boy laughed loudly as the crimson cheeked girl wriggled suggestively on the spot. He was almost convulsed with excitement. Horrid sensations coursed through Lisa’s pussy. It was dreadfully uncomfortable but at the same time the pressure on her engorged clitoral stalk caused a surge of pleasure to pulse in her belly. The ripple of chuckling that passed around the group in response to the helpless teenagers vocal display soon dissipated and the room grew quiet again. They were all staring with interest at her vulval lips which were now enclosing the narrow ribbon of material and bulging obscenely around it.
“It looks all wet!” shouted the boy pointing excitedly. Lisa’s face flamed with heat as her shameful secret was revealed.
“Milla please bring this lady a chair, and put up the “Closed” sign,” said Brett Palt, before pushing several racks of underwear towards one side of the store. It left a small clear area next to the counter.
Lisa watched in horror as the heavily built woman took off her jacket and rolled up her sleeves. The chair arrived quickly and she sat down.
“Here girl,” she said sternly, pointing to a spot directly in front of it. Lisa looked desperately at her Uncle. Please Uncle Please! Don’t let her please! Her eyes were pleading for him to put a stop to what was about to happen but he simply smiled.
“Do as you’re told,” he said threateningly. Once stood in front of the horrid woman Lisa was told to put her hands on her head and spread her feet slightly apart. Swallowing anxiously she did as she was ordered. The woman roughly tugged the thong downwards. It came free from the delicate labial folds causing Lisa to gasp and jerk her hips forwards. When the woman held it up for all of them to see it was clearly soaked with vaginal juices. She looked directly into the shaking teenagers wide eyes.
“You disgusting little tart,” she spat venomously, and with that Lisa found herself pulled down over the heavy thighs. She stared panic-stricken back over her shoulder as the woman manoeuvred her until she was laying at an angle across the solid lap. A knee pressed into the soft curve of her belly forcing her to part her legs and more humiliatingly the cheeks of her bottom. She could feel the cool air of the shop wafting across her exposed pussy and the crinkled entrance to her bumhole. Involuntarily it started clenching as her face burned with shame. She knew that they were all looking at her most intimate of places.
“Hands behind your back.” A large hand pinioned both of Lisa’s slim wrists and a leg quickly hooked itself across her calves. Totally immobilised she shuddered both with fear and anxiety.
“Whack! Thwack! Smack! Slap!” The meaty hand struck the defenceless soft rounds in turn, each impact wringing a mewl of pain from Lisa.
“Slap! Slap! Whack!” There was a short pause between each stinging contact but the rhythm didn’t let up. Soon the smooth curves were stinging and burning as an agonizing heat began to build in the tormented skin. Lisa started to cry and then to howl as the hard spanking continued. She tried to wriggle and flex in an effort to gain even the tiniest relief from the incessant burning but was so firmly held that even this wasn’t possible. In her desperation all she succeeded in doing was giving them a clearer view of her vaginal slit as her helpless buttocks tightened and squirmed. Quickly they turned pink and then crimson and she began to beg and plead but was told to “stay still you stupid girl” and “stop acting like a five year old” and “stop making such a fuss!” As the tears poured down her cheeks the shop was filled with her frantic cries and the sharp slaps of an open palm striking soft skin. Finally it stopped and she was unceremoniously jerked to her feet.
Whimpering she swayed and writhed in front of them, her hands immediately reaching behind to cup and gently soothe the stinging in her wounded cheeks.
“Hands at your sides girl!” snapped the seated woman. “Now turn around and bend over!” Sobbing quietly Lisa did as she was told displaying her swollen and very red buttocks to the chuckling watchers. She couldn’t keep her bottom still. It seemed to have taken on a life of its own, clenching and rolling almost suggestively as she struggled to contain the terrible hurt.
“Can I touch it?” the boy asked excitedly. Lisa began to blubber at the appalling suggestion.
“N…N…Nooooo! P…P…Please don’t let him! Pleeeeease!” she gurgled fearfully.
“I don’t see any reason why not. Would that be alright?” the woman enquired, looking at the two men.
“It’s an excellent idea. I’m sure humiliation makes a physical punishment much more effective,” responded Bryan Brite. He couldn’t help the amused smirk that covered his face.
“Anyway it’ll help demonstrate to the boy what happens when young girls behave inappropriately.” Without any further urging the lad stepped quickly forwards and ran his hands eagerly over the writhing curves. Lisa jerked and twisted and began to cry more loudly. Nooooooooooooooooo! Stop him! Please! It’s sooooooo embarrassing! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease!
“Gosh it’s really hot!” he said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. His first touch was almost tender but quickly he became bolder, squeezing and pinching the seared flesh until the shaking girl covered her face with her hands and began to sob uncontrollably. The atrocious humiliation combined with the frightful burning in her wounded rear was quite simply unbearable.
Ten minutes later and Lisa found herself following her Uncle out of the store. Her face was scarlet and she was walking rather stiffly. She could feel the heat radiating from her bum cheeks as they rolled unrestrainedly beneath the short dress. The tiny thong she now wore left them totally exposed and between her thighs her pussy was pulsing and tingling with every step. Her nipples also felt excruciatingly sensitive and were painfully stiff. Once again she hadn’t been allowed a bra so they were embarrassingly revealed forming two very obvious points beneath the thin cotton. In her hand was a carrier bag containing a further two thongs and two sets of the childish underwear she’d had to try on earlier. She had no idea if her Uncle Bryan had chosen a slightly larger size or not, but whatever he’d decided she knew the horrid things wouldn’t cover much! Her face heated up again as the terrible events that had just happened ran through her mind. Oh God! The boy had touched her! She shivered. Noooooooooooooo! It was so embarrassing! Having to stand there whilst they’d all looked at her nipples and her pussy and her bumhole! And being spanked… She tried to stop the awful images filling her head but it was no use. Apprehensively she looked at the shop windows as they turned down a narrow side street. Where were they going now?
Moments later her question was answered as they passed through a pair of tall double gates and she found herself standing in a yard surrounded by racks of wood. Whole logs and planks of every size and description towered up on all sides. In the background she could detect the steady buzz of a saw which was coming from the huge shed that they were walking towards. Her Uncle stepped through a small door and Lisa followed, immediately becoming aware that there were several people standing in a group at the far end of the enormous building. The smell of fresh sawdust filled her nostrils. To their right was a door leading into a glazed office area through which her Uncle led her. A man in overalls, with a pencil wedged behind one ear, was sitting at a desk covered with piles of paper.
“Hello Bryan,” he said looking up and smiling. The two shook hands as his eyes roved inquisitively over the trembling teenage girl standing at his friend’s side. “So this is the naughty niece then? I’ve got a couple of real beauties that should be just about the right weight, by the look of her.”
“Hold your dress up girl and show the gentleman your fat bottom,” ordered Bryan Brite sternly. Lisa’s already red face suddenly burned more intensely. Visibly shaking she did as she was told, she knew she had to. Grasping the hem of the dress she pulled it upwards until both men could see the bulge of her girlish pussy outlined by the tiny knickers. The man was grinning which made her blush even more.
“Higher than that and turn around.” Swallowing nervously and hating the awful situation she once again found herself in she nevertheless carried out the horrible instruction and displayed her bare quivering cheeks to them. She didn’t have any choice. Much to her dismay she realised that at the far end of the room there was a short, rather stout, old man poring over a set of plans. She hadn’t noticed him when they’d walked in and luckily he still had his back to her. But her luck didn’t last more than a few seconds as he almost immediately turned to stare at her. Behind his thick glasses she saw his eyes dropping to rove over her barely concealed pussy. He smiled as her face burned hotly. His eyes rose and blatantly examined the twin points of her jutting nipples. Unbelievably she could feel them tingling through the dreadful shame that was engulfing her.
“Well she’s certainly well developed Bryan and it looks like she’s had a bit of attention already this morning.” Her Uncle and the man, who was looking at her red bottom with interest, both laughed.
“Yes she upset a woman in the underwear store with her sluttish behaviour so I let her spank the little tart.” Harrison Murphy looked at the gently wobbling, and obviously sore buttocks, and felt an appreciative stiffness starting to press against the front of his trousers.
“What do you make of her Gordon?” he asked, addressing the old man. “Think she needs a few lessons to bring her into line?” All three men chuckled. Gordon Wiggings looked back at the woodyard owner.
“A good prolonged session with a cane would put a stop to any of her nonsense,” he said with absolute certainty. Lisa was chilled at the cruel grin that split his features. “Maybe you’d like to bring her over to my place, I’m free now if you have an hour? Then I can show you exactly what I mean.” Lisa looked back over her shoulder at her Uncle with absolute panic in her wide eyes. Ignoring her pleading look he nodded at the old man.
“That sounds interesting, just let me pay Harrison here and we’ll be right with you.” Lisa couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Her Uncle was going to let the horrid old man cane her!!!!! Noooooooooo!
Her eyes grew even rounder when she saw the two canes that Harrison Murphy returned with a few moments later. She still had her dress pulled high above her hips, exposing her hot bottom to the three who were now standing directly behind her. She peered back over her shoulder feeling the old man’s eyes leisurely examining her bum cheeks as they clenched and trembled nervously. Both canes were just over a metre long, one about half the thickness of the other and both looked extremely flexible. As if able to read her thoughts the man bent the thinner one almost double before slashing it through the air. She jerked in panic at the very audible “SWISH” that it produced.
“As you can see this one’s lighter but don’t lay it on too hard or you’ll break the skin…mind you there’s plenty of padding on her.” Their laughter made Lisa squirm with embarrassment. “Anyway Gordon’s had years of experience. I’m sure he’ll be only too glad to share it with you. Girl’s bottoms are his speciality!” For several minutes they talked amongst themselves totally ignoring Lisa, but what she heard filled her with alarm. As the dreadful facts were revealed she squeezed her legs together anxiously and tried her best not to start sobbing. It appeared that the old man had been a school master before he’d retired and had been a true believer in the merits of corporal punishment. He’d used the cane daily on the girl’s in the school where he’d worked and was something of an expert in it’s application. When she left the yard, following sullenly behind the two men her stomach was gurgling nervously and she felt almost sick with worry. Held in her hands was not only the bag containing her new underwear but also the two wickedly flexible canes...
The old man’s house smelt of wood polish and aftershave. Standing halfway down a narrow lane just off the town’s main thoroughfare it was very quiet. Lisa couldn’t even detect the distant sound of traffic or the usual hubbub of people, all she could hear was her blood pounding in her ears. Standing in the lounge with her heart hammering in her chest she nervously twisted her fingers together and stared at the two canes laying side by side on the coffee table. She could hear her Uncle and Mr Wiggings talking and laughing in his kitchen. OH GOD! They’d be coming in in a minute! They were going to make her take all of her clothes off. She knew they were! And then the horrible old man was going to look at her shaved pussy and her bumhole and her hard nipples! Noooooooo please no!
“Take it off girl,” said Gordon Wiggings sternly as he replaced the cup on it’s saucer. Lisa looked at her Uncle who was also sipping his tea. She peered anxiously into his eyes searching for some slight sign of pity, hoping desperately that she wouldn’t have to do as she’d just been ordered.
“Do as the gentleman tells you!” he snapped sharply. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” Lisa stared at the two men with tears beginning to form in her wide eyes. Visibly shaking her hands reluctantly went to the hem of the little dress and she drew it up and off over her head. The old man’s eyes flickered over the gently wobbling breasts, focussing on the incredibly stiff nipples that were pointing directly at him before returning to study the girls’ face. He smiled as her cheeks blazed with heat and her hands hovered hesitantly at her sides. She so wanted to cover herself! Both men leant forwards in their armchairs to get a closer view of the helpless vulval mound that was bulging rudely between the soft thighs.
“Open your legs,” came the curt command. Outlined by the thin knickers the girl’s vaginal lips were clearly defined. They pressed wetly against the translucent fabric forming a bright pink line. The old man reached out and in one movement pulled the flimsy garment down the trembling thighs. The little thong came to a halt just above Lisa’s ankles. Her gasp of dismay and the panic in her eyes made him chuckle.
“That’s much better,” he said. “Now down on your hands and knees and get in the corner.” Cringing with embarrassment she stepped out of the little thong before going down on all fours. Self consciously she crawled across the carpet, all the time acutely aware that they were watching her bum cheeks roll lewdly from side to side.
“Get your nose right down I want it touching the floor.” Groaning with humiliation she did as he ordered. The position made her bottom stick up in the air and she squeezed her thighs together in a futile attempt at concealing her private openings from their prying eyes.
“Get those knees nice and wide girl and let’s see a decent dip in your spine.” Drowning in shame she carefully shuffled her knees apart and extended her back. Her nose came slightly up off the carpet and touched the wall as her bottom bulged obscenely backwards towards her tormentors. The view she now offered of herself was vulgar to say the least. The two men exchanged a smile as they looked at the rounded split peach of the girl’s vagina, noting the swollen lips that were protruding from the central crease and glistening wetly in the light. A pitiful sob escaped Lisa’s lips when she heard the old man’s next instruction.
“Now reach behind and pull those fat cheeks apart, I know that slutty little girls like you enjoy showing their bumholes to young boys so don’t pretend you’re embarrassed.” Mortified she slowly did as she was told. As she moved her arms to the sides her breasts had to support the weight of her upper body flattening beneath her and crushing her sensitive nipples against the prickly carpet. Her face turned crimson as she pulled her bare buttocks wide open revealing her tiny bottom hole to their grinning faces. Obscenely displayed she trembled and sobbed as her Uncle and Mr Wiggings then leisurely drank another cup of tea and discussed the days news.
Lisa was overwhelmed by the intensity of the humiliation she was experiencing. She knew exactly what they could see and even more horrible was the knowledge that she was leaking sticky liquid from her exposed pussy. She could feel it slowly oozing from her slit and dribbling down between her lips. What on earth was the matter with her? She felt soooooo horny! She wanted to come soooooo much even though she was being subjected to the most humiliating things she could imagine! It felt as if her body was no longer under her control! Being naked and being made to show them everything was just sooooooo awful! She groaned as a fresh wave of shame engulfed her.
Gordon Wiggings ordered the nude teenager to kneel up on his sofa. He knew exactly how to cause a young girl the most excruciating embarrassment and it still had the effect of hardening his aged penis, even after all these years! Lisa suddenly squealed and tried to squirm away from his invading hand but with her head forced down against the back of the sofa, her thighs parted and her hips pushing up into the air she had little chance of escape. She moaned desperately as his fingers roughly parted her vaginal folds, exposing her obviously wet hole, and wriggled her bum and mewled piteously as the same fingers plunged knuckle deep into the slippery pink opening.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Nooooooooo! PLEASE DON’T!” she exclaimed, just as he delivered a sharp pinch to her swollen clitoral button.
The old man gave a soft chuckle as he picked up the thinner of the two canes. Lisa jerked involuntarily as it whipped threateningly through the air. She glanced back and saw the cruel smile that was playing on her Uncle Bryan’s lips and wanted to cry.
“Spread your legs a little more,” ordered Gordon Wiggings, tapping the insides of the soft thighs with the cane. “That’s better you naughty girl.” He was enjoying himself enormously.
"As you can see Bryan in this position all of her girlish parts are fully visible and easily accessible.” He touched her engorged clitoral knob with the tip of the cane causing Lisa to twitch and gasp.
"The clitoris is one of the most private parts of a girls body and is especially sensitive. To have it manipulated without her consent causes intense embarrassment and of course she isn’t able to hide or control her reactions, which in turn adds to her shame. Lisa is feeling very ashamed of her sluttish reactions at this very moment. Am I right girl?" Without warning he suddenly smacked the cane against the stiff morsel of flesh.
"Owwwww! Y…Y…Yessssss Sir!" exclaimed the humiliated girl. "Pleeeeease don't punish me there please I’ll be good I promise. Oh please!" she whimpered tearfully.
"Be quiet! I asked for a simple yes or no! I don’t remember giving you permission to express an opinion.” The cane struck the same spot again but this time with a little more force.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Lisa squealed, arching her back and clenching her buttocks but still managing to stay in position. "I'mmmmmm sorry!"
"You will be if you disobey me again,” he said threateningly. “As I was saying Bryan, drawing attention to a girls clitoris during a discipline session causes a high level of embarrassment and in my experience really adds to the intensity of the punishment. The anus is also an extremely sensitive area where young girls are concerned. It’s a very private place and again drawing attention to it will greatly increase her humiliation level. I’m convinced that humiliation makes a punishment far more effective.” As Lisa listened to his words she began to sob and she couldn’t stop trembling. The embarrassment she was feeling was overpowering.
"As I’m sure you know the clitoris is usually hidden by a fleshy hood but when a girl has dirty thoughts it swells and pokes out. Just like your niece’s is doing now.” The old teacher put the cane aside and spread apart Lisa's intimate folds. She immediately began to moan and roll her hips as her stiff clitoral knob was fully uncovered. "She’s very wet and her clitoris is sticking out so this shows that she’s thinking about disgusting things. And of course potentially it‘s an excellent spot to punish directly.”
“What you mean, actually punish her on the clitoris?” asked Bryan with surprise as he stared at his niece’s wet slit.
"Yes, right here,” he said giving the hard nubbin a pinch.
“OwOwOw!” Lisa squealed urgently.
"It is better to use a strap but the cane is more intense. It’s a little difficult to gauge the force needed correctly and obviously you have to be careful not to do any serious damage but once you’ve mastered the technique you’ll find that clitoral caning is a wonderfully effective punishment method. Your niece here will really dread it.” The two men exchanged a smile.
"But if you don't feel confident enough to cane her there yourself, but think she really needs it, you can always bring her to see me." He smiled broadly and added, "Of course I hope she’ll be a good girl and never need a cane using on her little knob!" Both men laughed loudly knowing full well that clitoral caning was going to become a regular event where Lisa was concerned.
“There’s a few other essentials that I recommend you consider if you want her to gain the maximum intensity from her discipline sessions.” He paused for a moment deep in thought.
“If she wasn’t a virgin, which I assume she still is, I’d be advocating the use of a variety of dildoes. Removing any choice she has regarding the touching of her sexual parts will obviously increase her humiliation enormously, especially during a caning. It adds to a girl’s feelings of violation and helplessness which in turn makes any punishment administered far more memorable.” As he spoke his fingers continued to slide back and forth between the lips of Lisa’s pussy and every now and then they dipped into her wet hole. The nude youngster wasn’t able to control the movements of her hips or her bottom any longer. They rolled and jerked as she was slowly masturbated and she cooed and moaned as the intimate assault continued, the intense humiliation seemingly adding to her unwilling arousal.
“Now there’s no such restriction regarding her anus. I suggest you obtain a few rectal plugs of various sizes. Again they focus the recipients attention wonderfully, I’ll demonstrate in a moment, and finally some clips for both nipples and clitoris are essential tools. You’ll find they’ll work wonders where her behaviour is concerned.” Bryan nodded at the old man’s words as the nude girl continued to writhe and moan as her wet vaginal slit was opened and penetrated.
Lisa felt herself drowning in shame. Bending over and grasping her ankles she’d just been ordered to spread her feet wide. Swallowing and sniffling she did as she was told.
“Wider girl!” The tendons on the insides of her legs began to strain as the cheeks of her bottom opened exposing her private parts to their eyes once again. This position however added an even more embarrassing sensation. She was aware that her pussy lips has slipped wetly apart and were actually gaping open. Horribly she could feel fresh air circulating over both her clenched bumhole and the entrance to her vaginal passageway. Suddenly she squealed and started to rise.
“STAY IN POSITION YOU LITTLE TART!” shouted the old man raising his voice. Shocked into immobility Lisa kept still but began to whimper and twist her hips as she felt his aged digits pressing against her bumhole. She squeaked in dismay and began to sob as a fingertip suddenly forced it’s way past the clenching ring of muscle surrounding her anal dimple, shame causing her to gurgle and gasp as the whole length of the searching finger slid slowly inside her bottom.
“N…N…N…Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn! OH GOD! Stttttttttop! NNNggggghhhhh!” she whined as the dreadful sensations flowed over her.
“Be quiet,” came the curt response. What followed next introduced Lisa to a level of humiliation far worse than anything she could ever have imagined, even in her worst nightmares.
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