The humiliating training of Emma
by Emma No knickers
PART TWO
Latter that day Sharon again had to work and Greg and my boyfriend went to the
beech by themselves. I felt a little stiff and enjoyed the day on my own
wondering round in just a loose T-shirt with nothing else. I noticed the box
with Greg's uncle's magazines inside and feeling quite daring I took a few out.
This was the first time I had really seen them properly and I was fascinated at
their content. I was even shocked to see actual ordinary people writing about
themselves and I was relieved to find out I was not the only girl who enjoyed a
"smacked bum".
I noticed that my introduction had seemed a little harsh and elaborate compared
to the straightforward spankings and such like that seemed common. I recognised
many of the positions that Greg had made adopt for my thrashing and found the
whole think very exciting. I even stroked my bum and wondered if I should ask
for some more tonight from my new found "disciplinarian". I went to sit on the
garden to read some more and didn't notice Sharon return, "picking up some tips"
she laughed as she caught me engrossed in a story. I blushed as she smiled at me
and told me Greg was planning my next ordeal for Saturday night, which was three
days away. When the boys arrived home Sharon couldn't wait to tell them how I
had been reading the magazines all day and she said she thought I had looked
disappointed to have to wait until Saturday for some more. By now I had put my
jeans on and Greg told me to stand in front of him and he unfastened them for
me. Along with my panties he pulled them down to my knees spun me around and
felt my bottom. In front of the grinning Sharon and James he pronounced that I
might be able to have a few light spankings before Saturday but he didn't want
my bum marked for my big night. He turned me to face him and even pulled up my
panties and jeans for me, as he pulled the zipper up he smiled "you must be one
in a million Emma". That night before we went to bed I went over his knee and he
gave me a gentle teasing spanking which really put me in the mood for a night of
wonderful sex with James. The following day we spent most of it on the beech and
although most of my marks had gone I felt very self-conscious especially as I
was made to wear Sharon's bikini. In the afternoon Greg took my top off me and
then I was made to go and fetch them all an Ice cream. Although a few women were
topless, something I had never even done, none were brazenly walking about. In
the queue for the Ice cream there were several grinning teenagers openly staring
at me, I knew even my pubes could be seen at the sides of the pathetic strip of
material that passed for a bikini. As the salesman handed me three Ice creams he
smiled leeringly and asked if I needed a hand. On the way back I almost walked
in to a small boy and his mother spat "disgusting" as she pulled him away. To my
horror I saw several youths sat talking to Greg and with my face as red as a
post box I handed him his Ice cream. Their eyes were glued to me as I sat down
and brought my knees up to my chest to try and cover myself up. I was introduced
as Sharon's friend Emma to the youths and to my dismay Greg went on to tell them
he was having a little game with me because I been a naughty girl. He told them
it was he who had ordered me to take off my top and walk to the Ice cream van
and how actually I liked being told what to do. They shook their head's in
disbelieve and one goaded Greg to "prove it". He calmly told me not to be a shy
young lady and show his friends my tits and again the strange thrill ran through
me as I moved my legs and put my arms to my sides. "Wow" exclaimed one and
"cool" mocked another, Greg went to on enforce his control of me and made me put
my hands on my head. The grinning boys sat open-mouthed as Greg pinched my
nipples and they burst out laughing when he told them he had to spank my naughty
bare bum to get me to behave myself. Sharon joined in my humiliation and
confirmed it was all true and then to add to my distress she asked them all to
come round to the cottage to see for themselves tonight. They walked down the
beech laughing loudly and I was made to stay with my hands on my head for ten
minutes, the looks I received were indescribable. Before we went home Greg said
we were going to do a little shopping and we stopped outside a small novelty
come joke shop. We all went inside and Greg led me to a corner, which to my
amazement contained an assortment of real spanking implements. I stared in awe
at the items and a voice rang through the shop, "do you need any help" a middle
aged woman was looking at us. As is if he was talking about a loaf of bread he
nonchalantly replied "we're looking for something for this naughty girls
bottom". I couldn't believe what was happening as Sharon and James began to
pick up some things and look at them. They decided to each pick an instrument
and Sharon chose a shinny wooden paddle with the picture of a red bum on it.
Next James picked up a black leather strap about eighteen inches long while Greg
practised a stroke with real a crook handled cane. I was desperate to leave but
then Greg announced it was my turn to chose, I didn't think for a second I was
going to have to pick something for my own torment. I looked at the rows of
different shaped paddles made of leather and wood and a rack full of mean
looking straps, on the floor was a container with more canes inside. Then I saw
it, it was a genuine whip. It had a black handle and about twenty pieces of
rubber about twelve inches long, I trembled as I picked it up and knew he would
use it on my bare boobs again. The final humiliation was that I had to pay for
them all myself and I was surprised to find out how much they actually cost. The
women put them all in a bag and smiled at me to "have a nice time with them, I
am sure you deserve it". Outside the shop Greg laughed in amazement "My god Emma
your something else" and Sharon added "all we need now is to make look like a
five year-old". It was like being in a daze as we went round the shops looking
for something for me to wear, They took great delight in trying to imagine the
most childish way to get me to dress. It was agreed that I needed to have some
white knee length socks and then Sharon shouted she had the perfect answer She
knew a shop that sold school uniforms. Once inside they told the assistant it
was for a practical joke and persuaded her to let me buy a complete uniform.
Sharon went in to the changing room with me and as I am quite slim but tall the
skirt was ridiculously short and she made me buy a blouse that was too tight.
The curtain was left open and the assistant saw me naked trying on the clothes
and looked at me like I was a cheap tart or something. Just as I was paying for
everything Sharon burst out laughing and put a pair of dark green P.E knickers
on the counter. I was so far under their control I think I would have walked out
of shop stark naked if they had told me too. Later on Sharon helped me get ready
and Greg had told me that he was not going to give me much of a thrashing
tonight but he was going to enjoy shaming me as much as possible in front of his
friends. When they arrived I was standing with my back to the door and my hands
on my head, the whole room just filled with the sound of laughter. I had been
told what I had to do and as I turned round my legs nearly fell from beneath me
as I saw about six or seven teenage boys and two girls. I could hardly breathe
and slowly as they were all found somewhere to sit I walked up to the first one.
"Can I get you a drink, Sir" I spoke in a shaky voice. Each one gave me such a
look of contempt as I continued with my task and as I was not expecting any
girls I did not know what to call them. With my face as red as it had ever been
I approached the two young girls, my god they only looked about fifteen. I
looked at their amused expression and nervously said "please my I get you a
drink, Miss" they could barely keep a straight face as I gave them their drinks.
Greg stood up and joined me in the middle of the room, it was only a small room
and faces were everywhere. This is Emma he spoke and told them all how I was a
stuck up bitch who needed bringing down a peg or two and by sheer coincidence
they had found out I got some kind of thrill from it all. He went on to say that
for the next hour before they all went to the pub he was going to show them just
what he could get me to do and that he might need to smack my bum a little if I
didn't behave. My new toys were passed round for them all to look at but Greg
said for tonight he thought a spanking would be all I needed as he was planning
to give me a really hard thrashing on Saturday. Some of them smacked their hands
with the implements and laughed how they would mark my arse if used properly and
just the thought of a severe thrashing was getting me worked up. To begin with
Greg made me hold my skirt up and tell everyone what a stuck up bitch I was and
that my colleagues at work should see me like this, as it was "just what I
deserved". He then turned me round and with my skirt still held up gave me a few
hard smacks to my bum. I could her stifled laughter and muted giggles from my
audience when he pulled the ridiculous knickers to my knees. A few more good
smacks to my bare bum had me hopping around trying avoid his hand. He then took
the knickers off me completely and threw them to one of his friends, "our little
bitch won't need these for a while" he smiled. The skirt fell back in to place
as once again I had to face them and Greg proceeded to undo my tie. "I am going
to strip you stark bollock naked, are you looking forward to it" and as I could
only admit the truth and say "yes please Sir" as he grinned triumphantly. My
hands were held tightly behind my head as he unbuttoned the blouse and as I had
not been allowed a bra my boobs came in view. I lowered my arms for him to
remove the blouse and as I put them back he took hold of one of my nipples.
"Look at the state of these lads" he grinned "we don't need coat hangers here"
he mocked at my rigid nipples stuck out to the gaze of his grinning friends. Now
he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, naked apart from my shoes and
socks I gasped with shame. He led me to a chair and took me over his knee "this
is where the toffee nosed bitch belongs" he mocked and gave me another brisk
spanking. He then took hold of my sock and told me I was still over dressed for
the occasion only this time I was to go and ask someone else to take them off
for me. As I looked around the room I caught the mocking smile of my boyfriend
and for a moment I wondered what he really thought of my outrages public
display. I lifted my leg on to the lap of the nearest boy "please, Sir will you
take my shoe off for me" I said in an almost a little girl voice. He seemed very
unsure and nervous but the next one was the total opposite, I had my arms by my
side and he confidently told me to get them back on my head. Next he pushed my
knee to one side almost making me lose my balance and looked right at my pubic
hair. "I'm not sure little girls have all this" he laughed and cruelly tugged at
my pubes. I couldn't believe the contempt he was showing me and when he had
removed my shoe he ran his finger along my wet slit. He still kept hold of my
foot and lifted his finger to his nose, "Smells like the fish yard" he laughed
and everyone joined him. The next boy took off my sock and just as I lifted my
leg up to have the last one removed Sharon interrupted "perhaps one of the girls
would like the pleasure of stripping you completely naked for us". I still could
not believe how keen she was to increase my humiliation at every opportunity. I
cringed with shame as I asked a girl to take off my sock and she obliged with a
curt "all right you kinky bitch" which brought more laughter to the room. Greg
made me stand in the middle of the room once more but this time I was made to
open my legs as wide as I could and do a series of "twirls" for my audience.
Then final embarrassment was for me to bend over with my legs as far apart as I
could get them and reach behind me to pull open my own bum cheeks to expose my
anus to their gaze. Greg then told me he had one last task for me and I was
stunned to the spot when he told me that I was not yet "stark bollock naked" as
he had promised me and I had no idea what he meant. The cruel bastard told me
that naughty little girls don't have the privilege of wearing jewellery and
began to unfasten the gold chain around my neck. With a grin as big as a
Cheshire cat he took two rings off my fingers and then stood like the lord and
master as I took my earrings out. He put them in a bag and gave them to James to
look after and then I was finally made to thank him for stripping me and showing
all his friends how to make me behave. But it was not over yet as Sharon said
how she thought the boy's suggestion that a "school girl" shouldn't have pubic
hair should be carried out. Hoots of delight erupted from everyone and Greg went
eagerly to get his razor. I was put on the table on my back and two volunteers
were asked to hold my legs as wide apart as possible. Mocking faces surrounded
me as first of all he used a pair of scissors to clip away at my pubes and then
the cold steel of the razor went to work on my mound. There were gasps of
amazement as slowly he removed every last hair from my sex and even got two boys
to pull apart my bum cheeks so her could shave around my bum hole. It was now
blatantly obvious to everyone how aroused I was and he gave his grinning
audience a treat by opening my wet pussy lips with his hand to let them all see
right inside me. His fingers were wet with my juices and he put them to my mouth
"lick them clean bitch" he taunted. The taste of my own sex gave me an even
bigger thrill and I reached down to feel my bare pussy. "The dirty cow wants to
play with herself" I heard a girl say in disgust and my masturbation was
encouraged. It did not take me long to explode to an orgasm and still laid over
the table everyone came to feel my wet sex on there way out. Each one put their
fingers in my mouth as they left and called all kind of names but I didn't care
anymore.
I was relieved that at least I did not have to go to the pub with them and once
again James led me upstairs. The following day everyone was at home and it was
raining heavy outside. We all seemed bored and I couldn't get Greg out of my
mind, all the time I thought about the thrill of doing anything he told me. We
were watching the television and Sharon suggested that we should keep our
"naughty little girl amused" with something. I was sent upstairs and told to put
on my school uniform and when I returned Greg was ready for me. He told me that
they had just had a quick chat about me and they had come up with something
really humiliating for me to do. Sharon went to turn on the video recorder and a
"keep fit" tape was playing and while they sat and watched I had to exercise to
the programme. Gradually each item of clothing came off and at the end of an
hour I was exhausted and covered in sweat. Now for real fun exclaimed Greg and
he made me do a shoulder stand on the floor with my feet high in the air. He
made me do some upside down bicycle exercises, after ten solid minutes of
imaginary peddling I was allowed a rest. Now Greg came up to me and with me
still on my shoulders he manoeuvred my legs so that they hung limp at the side
of my head and my bum was the highest part of my body. In this position my bum
cheeks were wide apart and I could here Greg in the kitchen. He knelt besides me
and then to my acute embarrassment began to rub something along the crease of my
bum. His fingers almost penetrated my anus and I realised that he must be
planning to insert something inside me. "Please Greg no" I whimpered as he
liberally coated my bum hole with margarine. Then I saw Sharon kneel next to my
face and she showed me a large candle. It was about ten inches long and at least
two inches across "we were wondering if you might like this up your arse" she
said with such a sweet smile across her gloating face. Then as Greg took the
candle he told me it had actually been Sharon's idea and she had dared him to
see if he could get it up my bum. He gently teased the candle around my gapping
bum hole and soon I could feel him start to push it inside me. Never in all my
life had I had anything inside my bottom and it felt enormous as he eased it
further inside me. I looked between my legs and I could see about half the
candle stuck obscenely out of my backside. Then Sharon came to have a closer
look and sounded excited as she told Greg to finish it of properly. I thought he
was going to push it deeper in me but a real jolt of fear shot through me, he
had a box of matches in his hand. "Please, please you can't" I implored them but
I heard the match strike and the smell of sulphur as my grinning tormentor lit
the candle. Sharon gave Greg a hug and enthusiastically congratulated him on his
success and James came to take a closer look. "This is more entertaining than
watching the TV" he laughed. I could see the flame flickering and wondered if
there was no end to their wicked imagination and total disregard for my modesty.
Greg told me that by the time the wax reached the bottom of the candle it would
be cool and wouldn't burn my bum hole and then he told me to be a good girl and
see how long I could maintain my position. I was uncomfortable but imagined I
could last about ten minutes or so and then to my surprise they went to sit at
the table and left me at the other side of the room. I could hear muttered
conversation and I saw them writing something down, Every few minutes one of
them would walk over to me and remind me to stay still and praise me for being a
"good girl". Despite Greg's assurance I could feel the wax run down the candle
and although not unbearable it was still hot. Now they were cutting up the
pieces of paper and putting them in envelopes amid a show of secrecy. Gradually
I could remain in position no longer and begged someone to come and remove the
candle. They all gathered round me and then Greg told me I had to blow out the
candle myself before he would remove it. From my ludicrous position it was
almost impossible and after enduring their mocking laughter for a few attempts
Greg wet his fingers and snubbed the flame. I gave a moan of relief as he slowly
took the candle from my anus and I could feel my bum hole remain open even after
it was completely out, a fact that delighted Sharon. I rolled on to my side and
gratefully stretched my legs it was such a wired sensation looking at the candle
and knowing where it had just been and without thinking I began to slide in and
out of my mouth. "You dirty cow" shrieked Sharon but I could stop humiliating
myself more and I played with myself with the candle in my mouth and savouring
the taste of my bum. That night in the pub constant references were made to beer
bottles and where they should be put and I was itching to get to bed to let
James take care of me. At last it was Saturday and after a pretty uneventful day
it was time for me to sample the delights of my "toys". I was informed that all
three of them were going to help in my thrashing tonight and to make sure I had
plenty to drink because I would be doing plenty of crying. Just the thought sent
my head in a daze I really wanted them to be cruel with me, as if they weren't
already. Each of my toys had been given a number from one to four and then they
had allocated a particular part of my body a number as well. They had written
down three numbers on pieces of paper and put them in a bowl for me to pick out,
I was told that luck would determine how much I would be given tonight. The
first number would indicate the person who would be required to thrash me, the
second number was the implement and the final number was the part of my body to
be dealt with. Despite knowing how much it was going to hurt I couldn't wait.
(Author is working on the third chapter)
