The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: The Party

Chapter 3

The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James

The Party - Chapter 3

          The burning in Lisa's wobbling bum cheeks got worse and worse as Susan
continued to smack them. She did her best not to cry out but inevitably she
began to sob. She couldn't help herself.
      "Oh dear is the naughty little girl getting a nasty sore bottom then? Does
she want me to stop?" Suddenly she slapped the backs of the woman's thighs,
first one and then the other in rapid succession. Caught unawares by the intense
sting that suddenly burned her sensitive skin, Lisa shrieked.  
         
          Timothy Collins was spellbound as he watched the young woman's
writhing bottom, his cock twitched each time he glimpsed the puffy pink lips
between her legs. After this evening his world would never be the same again,
how could it be. At first he'd been scared and embarrassed but as the women
continued to touch him his excitement had overcome everything else. His aunt had
started shaving him only a few weeks before. At first he'd been consumed with
embarrassment because each time he got an erection. She never said anything just
moved it to one side as the razor did it's work. According to his aunt it was
for his own good and much more hygienic in the long run. Now he wanted them to
touch his hard on again, to make him come and he really wanted to touch the
naked woman that was writhing and crying on Susan Sellar's lap. He'd never seen
a woman spanked before. When she'd begun to plead and beg his erection had
surged. Luckily he'd been allowed to watch the proceedings almost undisturbed. A
few times he'd collected food and drinks from the kitchen and passed them
around, but otherwise he'd been ignored. Only Susan shown any real interest in
him, teasing his cock and balls continuously as they watched together. Several
times clear drops of fluid had begun leaking from the tip. Much to his
disappointment she'd stopped stroking him whenever this happened. And now that
she was spanking Lisa the straps encircling his parts were getting tighter, he
really needed to come and come soon!

       "I'm surprised she's such a cry baby," said Joanne Coleman turning to
Helen Scott who was watching impassively.
      "She'll be crying a lot more by the time we've finished tonight, we ought
to try something with a bit more bite don't you think?" The two women began
handling the paddles and straps arrayed on the dining table. Alison joined them
and after a hushed conversation carefully selected a stiff leather strap. Joanne
and Helen chose matching leather paddles. Lisa continued to sob when she
suddenly found herself down on the floor, tipped unceremoniously off Susan's
lap. Her hands immediately grasped her sore bottom and tried to rub away the
atrocious sting.
      "Thank Susan nicely Lisa", said Mrs Henderson sharply, "and take your
hands away!"
      "Th..Th...Thank you Miss," she said.
      "You're welcome, that was great fun!" replied Susan, smirking, "I
especially enjoyed it when you started to cry for me." She giggled. 
      "Help me move the coffee table, hurry up girl," said Alison as she roughly
pulled Lisa to her feet. Together under the watchful eyes of the room they moved
it to one side.
      "Fetch two of my dining chairs and bring them here." Aware of the women,
but more especially the boy, devouring every inch of her nakedness Lisa did as
she was told. She could sense the boy's eyes continuously flicking between her
boobs, pussy and hot bum cheeks. Even worse he kept trying to catch her eye. Red
faced, trembling with humiliation and keeping her gaze firmly fixed on the
carpet she placed the chairs in front of Alison. She eyed the leather paddles
with a great deal of apprehension as Joanne and Helen sat down facing each
other, their knees just touching.
      "Get over Jo and Helen's laps little girl, the three of us are going to
show you what a sore bum really feels like!"  Casting a panic stricken glance
towards her landlady, who gave an amused chuckle, she reluctantly complied,
slowly sliding herself across the women's knees.

          A paddle exploded onto one of her already sore bum cheeks. Lisa's
breath caught as the flesh flattened before springing back into shape. For a
split second there was no discomfort then a fire ignited in her bottom. The
second impact struck the other cheek.  She began to cry immediately, the pain
was simply unbearable.
      "Legs apart Lisa!" Alison struck the backs of the soft thighs, the stiff
leather strap bringing a howl from the girl. Her legs scissored apart revealing
all of her charms. She tried her best to turn over on their laps but her waist
was firmly held, again there would be no escape. The paddles and strap beat an
excruciating tattoo on Lisa's bottom and thighs for a good ten minutes or so.
Gradually the hot globes turned a much darker shade of red. Throughout she
begged and pleaded, offering to do anything, anything if they'd only stop for a
second. They ignored her as the rest of the ladies watched with interest as her
struggles grew weaker and weaker. After a time she stopped struggling
altogether, only gasped at each agonizing impact. She no longer had enough
energy left to protest. Sobbing was all she could manage as the searing heat
spread deep into the crack between her legs.

      "Stand up girl, let everyone see what a properly disciplined backside
looks like." Mrs King's daughter had really enjoyed using the strap on the back
of the woman's legs, she'd really made the little bitch sing! Lisa had to be
helped to her feet. She stood in front of them hands clasped to her burning
bottom, tears rolling down her cheeks, weaving her hips from side to side in a
parody of sexual arousal.
      "Take you hands away girl! How many times do you need to be told?" Mrs
Henderson shouted at her , "and stop blubbering anyone would think you'd been
severely dealt with!"  Dragging her hands away she dropped them to her sides as
Alison began to speak,
      "Right everyone, now might be an opportune time to take a short break. I'm
sure our naughty little girl needs to compose herself before we continue and I
could certainly do with a coffee. It's all ready, we can retire to the kitchen
in a moment but first it looks as though that fat bottom needs some attention.
I've got some cold cream," she started to giggle and then continued, "If no one
has any objections Christine and I thought Timmy might like to apply it." The
boy positively beamed as the ladies all started laughing at Lisa's explosive,
      "Noooo!"
      "What an excellent idea," said Mrs Henderson, "it'll make her think twice
before showing herself to complete strangers again."
      "I'm sure she'll find it very exciting, won't you Lisa?" said Mrs King.
      "No, No, please you mustn't let him!" Lisa covered her face with her
hands, starting to sob again but this time with shame. The thought of the young
boy running his hands all over her bum mortified her.
      "On the settee would be best," said Alison, pushing Lisa forwards, "then
Timmy can really get at you!" The women laughed and moved out of the way, but
they all stayed to see what was about to happen.
      "Oh god, please don't let him touch me. You can't let him!"
      "Get on there you shameless little slut, it's exactly what you want with
everyone watching!" Alison pushed her onto the couch forcing her to kneel and
stick her bum out.
      "Dip your back, and get your legs further apart than that girl, how's the
boy supposed to do a good job if he hasn't got room to work?" The women
sniggered at Lisa's predicament. A forceful smack applied to one of the dark red
buttocks and the legs reluctantly parted. They all had a perfect view of her
bumhole and the pink lipped slit between her legs. Very red faced Lisa looked
back at them over her shoulder,
      "Don't let him, please!"

          Her face reflected horror as Alison handed the boy the pot of cream,
his stiffness projected obscenely towards her as he smiled broadly. He spread a
generous amount of the stuff onto his shaking hands and approached the bright
red bottom. Lisa jerked and gasped, both because of the pain and the sheer
humiliation of what was happening. Her buttocks clenched as his hands moved over
the tight hot cheeks smoothing the cream in ever increasing circles. Lisa
groaned as it eased the burning, involuntarily rotating her bottom at the same
time. As the women filed through into the kitchen their conversation and
laughter became muffled. Tim couldn't believe his luck. Lisa had her face buried
in her hands, her boobs were hanging down and he was running his hands all over
her bum cheeks. They were really hot and very red. Susan suddenly appeared at
his side,
      "I've had my drink, thought I might come and watch?" She giggled, then
slowly reached out and closed her hand around the shaft of his erection.
      "Carry on, I won't interfere!" She giggled again as his cock pulsed in her
fist. His confidence was growing and so was his excitement. He let his hands cup
the lower curves of the women's bum, then he pulled the cheeks wider apart. Her
bumhole was now even more clearly visible, pink and tight. Susan was looking as
well,
      "Go on you can do what you want, no ones watching and she'll not resist or
complain if she knows what's good for her. If she does I'll tell them she swore
at us or something, she'd be in really big trouble then wouldn't you Lisa?" Lisa
didn't say anything, just buried her face further into her hands.
      "What stick my fingers in and things?" he said in a daze.
      "Yes go on, she's a little slut, you should have seen her up in the
bathroom earlier, nearly came when I washed her. We gave her an enema as well,
it was really cool!" Timothy needed no further urging. His hands spread the now
slippery bum cheeks and began an exploration of the space between Lisa's thighs.
His fingers opened the sticky vaginal lips and plunged inside. He worked his
fingers in and out of the tight hole, it's elastic walls gripping his invading
digits. Lisa began moaning immediately.
      "Go on," said Susan, gripping his turgid cock harder, "stick your fingers
in her bum, she loves it!" He placed a fingertip on the crinkled entrance then
pushed it slowly in. Lisa gasped and shook her head from side to side as his
finger withdrew then slowly pushed back in.
      "Oooooooohhhhh! Stop it, please don't!"
      "She can take more than that, try a couple," said Susan excitedly. Two of
his fingers were soon pumping back and forth in Lisa's stretching anal ring. She
was close to coming. The burning in her bum had turned into an incredibly sexy
glow. If he continued the boy's fingers would send her over the edge. She began
rolling her bottom from side to side, moaning as the fingers repeatedly
penetrated her. It didn't matter about the shameful display she was making of
herself, it felt so so good, she was going to come!

      "What on earth do you think you're doing!" Mrs Henderson's shout made Lisa
jump. "You dirty little slut enticing Timothy with your disgusting antics. Stand
up at once!" Lisa scrambled to her feet and turned to face her irate landlady.
"Hands on your head, go and stand in the corner while I decide what's to be done
with you." Susan and Timothy couldn't help laughing as Lisa miserably made her
way across the room. Mrs Henderson noted the shiny appearance of the boy's cock
head. No doubt it was covered in fluid because Susan had been teasing him again.
An idea for an even more humiliating finale to Lisa's evening formed in her
landlady's mind. It involved the boy and later she'd make it a reality.

         Jean Henderson very quietly, so that Lisa couldn't hear, explained her
idea for the evening's climax. The women, once again seated, agreed that it
would certainly teach Lisa a lesson and prove highly entertaining at the same
time. But first there were a few other things that Lisa had to experience and as
time was getting on they'd better make a start.
      "Lisa! Come here!"  Standing totally nude in front of the women and the
boy renewed Lisa's feelings of shame and embarrassment. With her hands clasped
behind her head everything was on view to them once again. The boy no longer
looked at her vagina furtively, he stared quite openly. She tried to keep her
eyes fixed to the floor as she couldn't bear to look any of them in the face.
She knew what they were looking at. At her boobs and her hard nipples. At the
lips of her pussy which she so wanted to hide but couldn't because being shaved
revealed every detail. Her clitoris was very swollen, she could feel it standing
proud. The humiliation was making it tingle but it was the boy's fingers a few
moments earlier that had really brought it to life.
 
      "Right young lady you're going to demonstrate a few of Jackie's toys for
us now," said Alison. Jacqueline Freeman smiled at the group as she went to the
dining table and returned with a handful of glittering objects. Lisa shrieked as
a metal clip clamped itself to one of her nipples, her hands nearly dropped from
her head.
      "Keep your hands where they are Lisa!" Her landlady's tone brooked no
nonsense so she did her best to keep her hands locked together. The horrid thing
biting her nipple soon had her shaking her boobs. Grabbing the other swinging
breast Jackie quickly placed the second clip where it would trouble the young
woman the most. The pair of steel clips danced beneath the lights as Lisa swung
her breasts in the vain hope that maybe the things would loosen or fall off.
      "Legs apart girl, nice and wide for me." The woman's steely gaze didn't
change as she knelt and fastened a clip to each of the soft vaginal lips and a
final one to the clitoral hood.
      "Ouch! Ooooo! Please no! Owwwww!" Lisa was putting on a fine show, the
women were all laughing enthusiastically at her discomfort. Besides shaking her
breasts in a most delightful manner she was now also executing a very
provocative bump and grind. Moving her hips back and forth hoping to relieve the
awful nipping in her private parts.
      "As you can see our little girl is finding the clips most educational. To
intensify the punishment I'd recommend removing and replacing them several times
over say an hour. The removal is often more painful than the application." Mrs
King stood up and moved in front of Lisa,
      "May I?"
      "But of course, try pulling at them a little, it always proves very
interesting for the subject." Alison's mother toyed with the shiny metal objects
for a few minutes bringing a series of gasps and yelps from Lisa. When she
finally released one of the clips from the woman's now tender labial flesh the
effect was dramatic. Lisa screamed and almost dropped to the floor, rubbing her
thighs together frantically, trying her best to massage the hurt away from her
throbbing pussy. She repeated her performance for the ladies as the second clip
came off. When Mrs King slowly released the clip from the swollen clitoral stub
Lisa screamed, dropped her hands and grabbed her wounded pussy flesh. She was
rubbing herself furiously as Mrs King spoke,
      "She's very disobedient at times Jean, almost as if she wants to embarrass
you in front of us." Mrs Henderson's face reflected anger which didn't bode well
for Lisa who looked up at her at once,
      "I'm sorry Miss I couldn't help myself, please don't punish me again!"
      "Punishment seems to be exactly what you require young lady, you don't
seem capable of doing as you're told," she turned to the ladies, "Would anyone
like to whip Lisa's breasts?" Lisa stared wild eyed at her landlady. There was
much excited chatter but they all felt Mrs King should continue. She took the
proffered multi-thonged whip from Jackie and ran it through her fingers. Lisa
could feel the boys eyes wandering all over her nude form  but it was the memory
of where his fingers had been that brought an involuntary flood of wetness to
her pulsing vulva. Her thoughts were brought sharply into focus by a whirring
sound that was filling the room. Mrs King was whirling the whip in tight
circles,
      "Get your hands behind your back Lisa!," she shouted breathlessly. The
tips of the whip began to catch the full breasts on their undercurves. Lisa
immediately yelled and grabbed her stinging boobs.
      "Absolutely hopeless. Jackie could you fix her wrists behind her back for
me please?" The woman from Sublime products quickly complied. With her wrists
pinioned behind her back Lisa's boobs were thrust fully forwards. Her nipples,
with their shiny passengers, were totally unprotected. As the whip landed for
the first time she wriggled her shoulders and did a dance on the spot, stamping
her feet in an almost petulant way. She cried as the leather strips seared
across her boobs. Each time a stroke covered a metal clad nipple she squealed in
agony. Trying to turn away soon added a further restriction to her movements,
Jackie moved behind and held her shoulders firmly. From then on each blow landed
precisely on the target. Pleading and begging did nothing to reduce the severity
of the flogging. By the time Mrs Henderson drew a halt to the strokes the
breasts were bright red and streaked with darker welts. When Mrs King released
the clamps from the tortured nipples the young woman wailed and bent double.
      "Stand up straight girl!" Her landlady calmly pinched the hard and very
swollen points relishing Lisa's choking sobs and copious tears.

          While the women took it in turns to fondle and mould the burning
globes Jackie cleared the dining table. Alison placed two cushions on it's edge,
      "Over here now, quickly girl!" Lisa's boobs were burning horribly as she
stumbled over to stand by Alison.
      "This is for you young lady," said Mrs Henderson holding up a slim black
rod about ten inches long. A small "spiky" ball sat at one of it's ends. At the
other were two recessed buttons. As she pressed the first the rod began
vibrating, the second button caused the ball, which was covered in stiff plastic
protrusions, to slowly rotate. Lisa stared at it in horror.
      "This is one of Sublime's Penetrator models Lisa. Apparently it's ideal
for bad girl's bottoms!" The women laughed uproariously as Lisa reacted,
      "Nooooo Miss! Please! Not in my bottom, not in front of them! I'll be good
I really will!"
      "Nonsense girl Jackie tells me you'll find it very educational and that
the sensation can be quite overwhelming! I'm pleased now that Miss Cooper made
sure you were clean, I'd hate you to have an accident!" Lisa moaned piteously,
her hands still cuffed behind her back.
      "Right get on there with your bum nicely up over those cushions, come on!"
Alison pushed Lisa down onto the table, her tummy rested right on the edge and
her boobs flattened on the hard polished surface. With her head turned to one
side she was just able to see what was happening and her landlady's instructions
were very clear,
      "Open your legs as wide as you can Lisa, we all want to see your naughty
bumhole, no need to be shy. We all know you're a little slut and if you don't
get a move on I'll let Timothy play with you again!" The ladies sniggered as
Lisa's legs quickly parted.
      "Legs wide Lisa, wide I said, show us all you've got!" She did her best
stretching her legs apart as far as she could.
      "Just your tips of your toes on the floor girl, point them for me!" Every
single detail of the young woman's most private anatomy was clearly displayed.
      "I can just about see her tonsils from here Jean!" laughed Helen Scott.
They could all see Lisa's anal opening clench in dread as Mrs Henderson moved
directly behind her. She applied a layer of lubricant to the humming rod then
placed it's now stationary end against the crinkled hole.
      "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" shouted Lisa as it was forced
inside her anal canal. The older woman applied some pressure and the rod began
moving into the tight tunnel. Lisa rose even further up onto the very tips of
her toes as she felt her bottom invaded. The sensation as it went deeper and
deeper was horrible. She lifted her head from the table, shaking it violently as
her landlady pulled the rod slowly out again. The audience laughed as Lisa
voiced her displeasure,
      "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh god don't p..p..pleeeeeeeeease!" Straining to
keep her legs fully parted caused the muscles in her calves and the backs of her
thighs to flex. It was a stimulating sight. The red buttocks clenched and
relaxed as spasms ran up and down her shaking legs.
      "Goodness me you're tight girl but I'll soon have you opened up!" Once
again the rod wormed itself all the way into the luscious bottom, only the last
two inches were protruding when Mrs Henderson pressed the second button. Lisa
immediately convulsed, her legs closing and opening as she began to slide from
the table's surface.  Only Alison's quick thinking saved her from falling as she
pinned the writhing hips down onto the cushions. Unintelligible sounds escaped
the clenched teeth as Lisa shook uncontrollably,
     
"Sttt...stttt...stoppppppp...iiittttt...Aaaggggggghh...p..p..pleee...pleeease!"
      "Well she certainly felt that," laughed the landlady as she switched it
off, "Did you like that you disgusting girl?"
      "Ooooo...n..n..no...M..M..Miss!" was all Lisa could manage through her
chattering teeth. It took several minutes for her to regain some degree of self
control.