Claris Seymour-McKenzie stood silently and alone in the room. Her head was bowed and small teardrops formed in both her eyes. Her life had changed in the last 3 days beyond her wildest dreams. Claris had been widowed four years ago and her husband had left her, and her two teenage daughters with enough money to see them through for the rest of their lives. They lived in a 5 bedroom house in a desirable part of town, and all enjoyed a good social life. Claris based her life around the church and most of her activities revolved around her church friends and their social activities. A little over a month ago Claris had befriended a new member of the congregation. Jane Sheldon had a good personality, was outgoing and fun to be with and the two of them had formed a close bond. Little did she know that she and her girls were being groomed. Jane had wormed her way into the family life of the women and during this time had found out all she needed to know to put this family through a living hell. The last three days had been a nightmare. Jane had gone to church with the family and had given them a lift to the service and as planned on the way home made an excuse to take a detour and had led the unsuspecting family into their new life.

For the last three days they had been held in the specially adapted mansion of  Paul Taylor. They had been made to watch film after film of Jane and Paul as they tortured several woman. Scenes that made the blood boil. The screams were still in the heads of all three ladies, and the cries for mercy,  and even begging to be let die never left their heads.

Claris had been left in the room for over an hour. She had been separated from her girls and had no idea where they were. She was absolutely terrified. Jane had slapped the women about over the last three days but not to hard. The videos of the torture was enough to get them to do what they were told, but the slaps reminded them of their new status.  

Claris heard the door open and immediately panicked. She found her mouth had gone dry and she began to perspire. Paul walked over to her and stood behind her. He knew what this woman was going through. He had done this many times and was an expert at mental abuse. Humiliation was one of his gifts and he had many ways of shaming and degrading his subjects. “ Head up straight girl but keep your eyes shut”. Claris did as she was told. Paul could almost taste the fear in the room and although he had done nothing to this woman, her fear was getting him exited. He walked round her and took in the sight of this attractive woman. She was a stunner in every sense. Standing at around 5ft 10ins her body was in excellent shape for a middle aged woman. Her hair was black, but not much of it could be seen as she was wearing a hat. The hat was a type of bowler. Light grey in colour with two black feathers attached to each side. Her dress was a flowing floral design, a patterned summer dress with wide floral design on it. It was the actual outfit that Claris had worn to the church service three days earlier. In fact everything she had been wearing that day was on her now, even her underwear. The same applied to her daughters who were both stood in another room, heads bowed as Claris had bowed hers, awaiting their fate.

Even with her eyes shut Claris could not stop the tears. Paul felt his heart flutter as he thought about what he was going to do to this wonderful creature. “ Jane tells me you are going to be good. I hope she is right because the price of failure will be high”. Paul told her to open her eyes and smiled as he  looked into her blue eyes, filled with water making them look bigger. “ Now you are going to make me a very happy man to-day”. An evil grin spread across Paul’s face as he looked at the shear terror on Claris’s face. “ Nice and slowly you are going to take the hem of your dress and pull it up, you will pull it up as high as you can get it and bunch it up above your waist, you will then invite me to inspect the underwear you wore when you attended church. If its good enough for God its good enough for me”. Paul’s last comment hit Claris hard. She took her religion seriously and what she was being asked to do was against all she believed in. “ Please Paul don’t do this to me its not right”. Paul took a step back and with his open hand slapped Claris hard across the face. “ The next time you disobey me not only will you get the strap but so will one of your daughters”. Claris reached down and took the hem of the dress  between  her fingers. She looked up at him and tried to plead with her eyes. “ Bunch it up good girl, I want to see everything a 42 year old wears for her Sunday best”. He was toying with her. She was crying hopelessly, but began the humiliating task of pulling up her Dress. As Claris pulled up the Dress ,Paul pulled up a chair and made himself comfortable. He looked on as she pulled it higher, giving him a nice view of her legs encased in sheer brown pantyhose. Claris paused as she reached her hips. “ Drop the dress back down girl that’s your first mistake”. Relieved beyond belief she let the dress drop down and with a sigh she thanked him. “ Why are you thanking me girl, for not making you pull your skirt up”. Claris nodded and said she was grateful. He smiled at her naivety. “ Within the next few minutes you will be thanking me for allowing you to pull up your dress and show me your underwear”. Standing, he walked over to a phone and picking it up he dialled. “ Jane I have a bit of a problem here would you kindly give one of the girls 12 strokes with the strap on their naked behind. Which one will get the strap Claris, you choose. I will give you 10 seconds to choose. “ Oh God please don’t do this its not right its illegal”. “ Give them both  12 Jane she doesn’t want to choose so they can both suffer. Film it and send the film over here, a little reminder of her new status is called for”. Claris began to howl. “ No, No. No, She was screaming out. Paul picked up a strap and strolled over to her. “ When you address me you will call me sir and when you address Jane you will call her Miss. Failure to do that and I will use the phone again. Now you will do what I promised you, you would do. You will ask me to let you pull up your dress to show me your underwear. When you are given permission you will thank me. Make it sincere, failure and I will increase your girls punishment to 24 strokes and believe me Jane can and will lay them on hard”. Claris took a deep breath “ Please Sir can I pull up my dress and show you my underwear”. “ Now that’s an offer I can not refuse, yes of course you can Claris”. Claris sobbed as she dropped her head in total shame.” Thank you Sir”. It was almost a whisper, but Paul was pleased. What must that request have done to this proud woman’s mind. Claris bent and took the hem in her fingers and again began to pull up her dress. This time there was no hesitation when she reached her hips and she began to bunch it up high above her waist. Standing in front of him, her dress bunched up she presented a sight many men would die for. She let out a huge sob and then began to cry openly. Paul took in the sight. Her thighs were perfect, they could have been on a much younger woman. Beneath the pantyhose he could see a pair of white panties, almost full cut but not quite. The waistband was pink as were the leg bands and this gave the whole panty a very sexy look. As Paul gazed at the sight before him, Claris was dying a thousand deaths. Never in her whole life had she done this in front of a a male. Not even her husband who she had loved with all her heart. He had been the only man in her life, the only one she had loved and yet she would never had done this even for him. Paul felt his loins stir as he casually walked round this attractive female. Her dress pulled high up and over her waist. Her backside looked superb. The panties were very full at the back and covered the whole of her bottom. She looked wonderful. Paul reached the front of her again after circling her and again took in the front view. The hat on her head made the whole thing even sexier. Who had ever seen anything like this. “ Were those panties bought with anyone in mind girl”. The question hit Clara liked a bolt. “ What do you mean”.  Paul smiled. “ Oh dear I do believe you were told to address me as Sir, it looks like another phone call”. Clara suddenly panicked. “ Sorry Sir, Oh Sorry Sir, I forgot Sir this is so hard Sir don’t hurt my girls Sir I will be good”. Wonderful thought Paul as he again circled his victim.  Suddenly she remembered the question. “ No Sir I just bought them Sir. They were just panties Sir. She was dying of shame, her heart was pounding and her throat was dry. Paul continued to quiz her about them wanting to know all the details of the purchase, the shop she bought them in and the cost. All intimate details no lady would want to tell a male. She told him that they were in a pack of three. “ So you have three panties all the same do you girl”. The term girl was another way of putting this 42 year old woman in her place. “ No Sir one pair has yellow edges and the other pair has blue ones”. For a woman of her standing and upbringing to have to discuss her most intimate bits of clothing with a total stranger was almost beyond her comprehension. To have to do it with her dress pulled up showing him her underwear was awful. Looking directly into her tear-filled eyes, and grinning “ That would make a wonderful sight don’t you think, You with your pink ones Collette with your yellow ones and Julie with your blue ones all stood with your skirts pulled up and showing me your panties”. Claris let out a whale at the realisation that he could do things like this to her daughters. “ Please don’t hurt my girls Sir please oh for Gods sake pleases Sir leave them alone”. She was now in an awful state. “ Keep that dress bunched up girl, its beginning to slip, get it higher, how dare you let it down without permission”. Paul screamed at her, pulling her back to the reality of the situation. Clara tugged at the dress not wanting to make him angry. Just then there was a knock on the door, this brought fresh panic into Clara as she realised someone may come in. Paul almost ignored the knock and did not react to it for some 20 seconds or so. It seemed like an eternity before much to Claris’s relief he told her to let the dress down. Opening the door he smiled as he ushered Collette in. This girl was a real looker. Collette was 20 years old, she stood the same height as her mother with the same black hair, which was down to her shoulders. “ Go and stand next to your mother”. Collette walked over and stood next to Claris and a fine sight they made. Collette was holding a dvd in her hand and Paul smiled as he looked at her tear strained eyes. He stood waiting and looking at her. “ Sir this is the dvd of me and my sister getting the strap I would be grateful if you would show it to mummy so she knows what happens if she does not do as she is told. “ Certainly my dear girl I am sure your mother is dying to see it aren’t you Claris”. Claris dropped her head in complete shame as she almost whispered that she would like to see it. Paul placed the dvd into the machine and up onto a large screed came the view of Collette and Julie. Jane was stood over them holding a leather strap. “ OK girls your new owner Mr Paul has decided that you are both to receive 12 strokes of the strap. You will both look into that camera over there and thank him for his decision. You will then go over to the table over there and bend over it, grab the other side with both hands and spread your legs wide. “ Keep looking Clara, if you look away you will be strapped yourself as well as the girls. Clara had a lump in her throat as she saw her former good friend walk over and take the hem of Collette’s Dress and with a swift movement pull it up and over her back. Collette’s bottom looked delightful in her dark black pantyhose and underneath could be made out a pair of white panties. Jane repeated the process with Julie exposing her the same. Her pantyhose was almost flesh coloured and hid nothing of her Sky Blue skimpy briefs. Jane stood back surveying the scene. Looking into the camera, she smiled. “ Nice Eh Paul, girls I will pause a while here so that Mr Paul or indeed anyone else who gets to look at this video can appreciate those lovely backsides”. At this both girls let out a sob as they exposed themselves. They were both sobbing. How did they get into this awful situation. Jane gave it five minutes before she placed herself behind the girls. Collette clench her cheeks as she waited. Neither girl had ever been hit in their lives and really did not know what to expect. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Six hard strokes rained down quickly on poor Collette’s  backside. Her screams were deafening, She had never felt pain like it. The underwear gave her hardly any protection as she babbled into the table top. Jane moved to Julie who hearing the screams of Collette was moaning and groaning in total fear. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Julie let go of the table and put her hand to her backside to rub it. Jane simply raised the strap and Crack brought it down on the back of her hand. Julie jumped but took hold of the table again as she sobbed into the wood of the table. Claris sobbed and her shoulders heaved as she watched the spectacle in front of her. Jane moved back to Collette and the process was repeated before giving another Julie another six. Both girls were a blabbering mess as they wailed and cried. Fresh tears were falling down Collette’s face as she watched herself getting thrashed. Neither girl had felt pain like it. Their backsides burned and throbbed as they lay over the table. This had been delivered by someone they considered a good friend to their family. “Stand and face the camera, both of you and thank Mr Paul for your thrashing”. With tears streaming down both their faces they both thanked Mr Paul for their thrashing. How low could things get. Well this family was about to find out.

                                COMPARISONS

“ Did that hurt girl”. Paul asked Collette. “ Yes Sir it was awful.” “ Are we going to be good Mummy”. He teased Carla. She nodded causing her tear strained face to splatter the floor with water. She could hardly talk as her throat was so dry. Paul looked at the two women. They were so similar. No one would have any doubts that they were Mother and daughter. Picking up the phone he told Jane to bring Julie over and within five minutes all three were stood in front of their new owner. “ I think ladies that it would be only proper if you thank Jane for introducing us. “ Clara you can start, you can go over to Jane and sincerely thank her, you will then kneel down and kiss her feet as a sign of gratefulness. All of you will do the same and if I am not satisfied you mean it you will all get thrashed. Begin”. Clara struggled with these instructions, but finally and slowly she walked over and stood in front of her former friend and looking at her, she thanked her for introducing her and her daughters to Mr Paul. Tears fell freely as she dropped to her knees and slowly put her lips to Jane’s shoe and kissed it. “ lick it all over and then do the other one”. Clara did the disgusting act crying like a baby all the time. Collette followed and then Julie. A family in turmoil. Paul knew they were broke and he intended to humiliate and shame them beyond their wildest dreams. He studied 18 year old Julie. Again the resemblance was uncanny. “ Starting with you Claris bunch your dress above your waist, when I say next you Collette will do the same and again when I say next Julie you will follow. I will then begin my inspection of the Seymour-Mackenzie family underwear”. The women continued to whimper as Clara took the hem of her dress and pulled it high above her waist. “ Next”. Collette did the same revealing her black pantyhose and her white panties. “ Next”. Julie did the same and she revealed her flesh pantyhose and her tiny blue briefs. Paul marvelled at the sight. It truly was amazing. “ All together pull your pantyhose down and let me see your panties in all their glory, leave them around your knees”. The sight was awesome. Clara’s  panties were white cotton and he grinned as he remembered what he had made her reveal about them. He was going to have them all wear the panties from the set. That would be good he thought to himself. Collette’s panties were also white but were silk and briefer. They fitted her like a glove and she looked stunning stood there with her dress bunched up and her pantyhose down around her knees. Julie briefs were sky blue and just covered her mound, very sexy and very teenager. He walked round the three sobbing women as if he were looking at meat in a butchers. He was a master at humiliation. It really was a wonderful sight and Paul was as hard as he had been for a long while. He could keep his cock hard for ever, it was a gift helped by the pills he popped. “ I will bet anyone of your church members would love to see you like this, what do you think Clara”. Clara sobbed and no answer came from her mouth as her mind took in the situation. “ What do you think of your friends choice of panties Jane”.  Jane walked in front of Clara and took her face in her hand. “ Not bad I had you down as a white panty girl, but the pink edges are a bit of a surprise, you’re a bit of a dark horse Clara. Have you got a boy friend, if so you kept him from me”. Jane teased Clara and took delight in her plight. “ Answer me woman have you got a boyfriend!. “ No Miss”. was all Clara could muster. Paul had sat down and Jane told Clara to go and stand in between his legs and ask him to give her underwear a vigorous inspection. “ Seeing as how these are your church going panties we will have to check if they are perfectly clean and in good condition”. The words brought fresh humiliation to the woman as she approached Paul and stood between his legs. Grinning and looking up at her taking in the sight of her stood in all her finery including her Sunday hat, he shuffled in his chair and reaching out he placed his right on  the side of her white cotton panties. Clara instinctively pulled away, not much but it was noticeable. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Paul brought his hand down three times firmly slapping her on her naked right thigh. The pain was immense but the indignity of it was worse. To be slapped for pulling away from his assault was awful. Jane moved forward and also gave Claris a few slaps, this time on the other thigh. “ How dare you pull away when a gentleman is doing you the honour of feeling and inspecting your panties”. “ Sorry Miss Sorry Sir oh God help me”. Jane then instructed both girls to kneel either side of their mother. “ Keep your own skirts pulled up with one hand and with the hand nearest to your mother each of you hold up her dress. Do not let it fall even an inch or you will regret it. Good face Mr Paul and smile and keep smiling . Now Claris clasp your hands and place behind your head”. This done the result was stunning. Both girls faces were at the same level as their mothers panties, the false forced smiles were a delight, and the total defenceless pose Claris was holding was a delight. Could a man gaze on anything more thrilling. Paul reached out and this time there was no pulling back as he felt and touched this woman to his hearts content. The panties felt good and Paul felt them all over. Taking the little pink edge around the right leg he pulled it away from the hip before letting it twang back into position, Claris was being totally degraded in front of her own daughters. As much as he looked and felt he could find nothing wrong with the panties on the outside. Taking hold of the pink hem he slowly and deliberately began to pull them down. This had the effect of bringing a fresh wave of whimpers from the tormented Claris. Slowly her jet black pubic hair came into view. Paul pulled the panties down until they were just above her pantyhose and reaching inside them he pulled the crotch up and passed the waistband. Never could a woman be more humiliated. Paul grinned as he looked from her pubic hair then the inside crotch of her panties then at Collette and then at Julie. His cock was at bursting point, but he could hold it longer. “ Seems she has pretty clean panties Jane, I can not fault them:. Jane smiled as she walked to stand next to Paul. “ Well there are other areas a lady must make sure she cleans, I am sure that Claris would be honoured if whilst she had her panties down you could check whether she has wiped herself properly”. Again more wails as the humiliation continued. Claris was told to take her dress again and turn round with her backside to Paul. The girls again took hold of her dress and she was made to spread her feet about two feet apart. This had the effect of stretching both her panties and her pantyhose to their limit. It was an extremely sensual sight made all the more special by the fact that Claris was a reluctant participant.. “ Good now you will ask Mr Paul nicely if he will inspect your backside to see if you have wiped yourself properly. If he agrees you will bend right over. Stay like that for a while whilst he takes in the view. On his instructions you will then reach behind you and pull your cheeks wide open for him”. At this poor Claris began to heave and sob so much that she almost lost her balanced. The situation was beyond belief. Both her daughters were crying buckets as they knelt next to their mother their skirts bunched up around their waist their pantyhose pulled down to their knees as they watched their mother being abused. Claris gathered herself but could not ask the awful question. Jane almost expected this and was ready with the strap. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Jane brought the strap down as hard as she could across the front of Claris’s  thighs. Her screams were deafening. This was pain as she had never known it. “ Ask the question girl or do you want more”. A sobbing Claris asked the disgusting request. “ Well if that is what you want my dear Claris then of course I will”. A grinning Paul answered. Claris bent down as she had been told to. Her hat fell off her head as she bent all the way. “ Up girl, we can not have you half dressed can we, that would not be right for a lady like you”. Jane was enjoying the humiliation of the woman she had befriended. Claris straightened herself and replaced the hat. Pushing it hard onto her head. “ If the hat falls off again you will get 12 strokes of the strap”. Jane told her. Here she was about to show all her charms to a man and she had to make sure her hat stayed on. Claris bent slowly her hands still on her head. When finally bent as far as she could she waited. Paul took in the sight. A woman could not be more exposed. Claris had not even shown her beloved husband as much of her privates as this. But she was about to show more. Paul gazed at the sight of the pussy and anus in front of him. Moving his gaze from their mothers exposed privates to the tearful pretty faces of her daughters. Finally Claris heard the words. “ Pull yourself open for inspection”. Gingerly Claris took her hands from the hat, her heart beating, so frightened that it would fall off. She could see her tears falling to the floor. Why Oh why was this happening. Could people be so cruel. Her hands reach out to her backside and taking hold of her cheeks, she took a gulp of air and with a heavy heart she pull the cheeks of her backside open. Paul looked on as this proud woman showed him something he knew no one had ever seen before. He knelt down in front of her bottom and looked directly at her exposed bud. “ Pull harder Claris don’t make Mr Paul do all the work, are you trying to be difficult. Pull yourself wide open so that he can see right inside you”. The words cut into Claris’s mind as she tried to please these animals to save herself and her girls from a thrashing. She pulled even harder till she thought she would burst. Paul saw the bud open slightly enough for him to see inside a little of her anus. Claris was bent over, her pantyhose and panties bunched and stretched to there limit, and she was pulling open her backside. Her daughters were knelt down each side of her, their skirts pulled up, their pantyhose pulled down and forced smiles on their faces. The Seymour-Mackenzie’s would never be the same again. They thought they had reached rock bottom. But they were so wrong. Jane smiled to herself as she thought of more ways to humiliate this family. “ Is she clean Paul, what do you think”. “ Yes she looks it, must have wiped herself pretty good” As Claris listened to them discuss her in this disgusting manner she just wanted the floor to open up and swallow her up. Jane winked at Paul. “ I think we should make sure Paul, it would not be right for Claris to expect you to fully inspect her if there is any doubts about it. How do you think we should make sure you are fully clean Clara. Stand up and face Mr Paul, keep your dress bunched up and think of a way that you can clean yourself before Mr Paul looks into your open anus”. Claris stood and faced her tormenter. She gave her dress an extra tug to make sure it was bunched up high. “ Go over to that table and bend over, I think its about time you felt what a true thrashing is all about”. Jane was getting more evil as the session went on. “ Please miss oh God Miss, Please I am doing awful things for you, I am trying Miss Please don’t beat me”. “ You insolent girl, how dare you question me get over to that table this minute”. Jane screamed at the woman and a totally terrified Clara ran over to the table and bent down. “ You two stand and let Mr Paul inspect your underwear whilst I deal with your mother”. The two girls stood trembling before him skirts up, pantyhose down and tears running down their faces. “ come closer Collette lets have a good feel of those panties”. As Paul felt the 20 year old daughters panties, they could here Jane giving Clara a thrashing. It was severe and Claris’s screams were frightening. Collette shuffled as she was felt up. The silk panties felt really good to Paul. He placed his hand over her pubic area and rubbed, smiling up into her tear-filled face. “ Pull them down girl so that I can inspect the inside”. The order was so degrading, but the fear and the sound of her mothers screams meant she would do anything. Her pubic hair was as black as her mothers, it was neatly trimmed and gave Paul a nice view of her pussy. “ Julie  come over here might as well inspect the two of you together”. He had Collette stand on one side of him and Julie on the other. For the next ten minutes he abused the two girls. Finally they were both stood at his side, panties and pantyhose pulled down showing a stranger their naked pussies, whilst in the distance they could hear their mother getting thrashed. Paul was aware that the thrashing had stopped, he could hear Jane talking and he could hear Claris begging. “ No Miss please Miss, anything Miss Please Miss”. The begging continued as he heard the strap brought down hard again and again. He began to feel both girls at the same time. Their thighs felt lovely and smooth. Instructing them to turn round he gazed st their bruised backsides. God he thought that must have been some thrashing. He could hear Claris in the background. “ Yes Miss, Yes Miss, I promise Miss, please don’t hit me anymore”. “ Spread your legs both of you, bend over and pull your cheeks apart, I wish to inspect your buds”. Cries filled the air as the girls performed this disgusting task. Finally Claris ran over to stand between her daughters. She tugged at the dress making sure it was pulled as high as it would go, before dropping to her knees, bending forward and kissing his feet. As he gazed at the two daughters pulling open their anus and getting his shoes licked by their mother, he felt he was in heaven. Could life get any better.

Finally Claris stood, but before she could do anything Jane shook her head. “ Paul, myself and Claris have come up with the best way to make sure her anus, and indeed the anus of her daughters is as clean as it can be. Isn’t that right Claris”. Claris just nodded her head, a woman broken. “ But before we tell Paul about our little idea I think it would be nice if you turn round bend over and pull yourself open. That way Mr Paul can gaze at mother and her two daughters pulling open their anus. A family inspection so to speak”. Claris turned and bent over, pet her hands behind her and pulled herself open. The vision before Paul was mind blowing. A 42 year old woman and her 20 year old and her 18 year old daughter bent over pulling themselves open for an inspection. Claris backside was full of angry looking welts. Far worse than her daughters. Jane had an idea. “ Paul I think its break time. We will go and have a nice cup of tea. In the meantime You Claris can tell your girls about our little idea. You can discuss exactly how you are going to do it. The order will be you cleaned first then Collette and finally your little baby Julie. When we leave you can adjust your clothes and make yourselves pretty. When we come back you will have worked out what you are to do. It better be perfect, if I am not happy with the performance or with the end result you will all get thrashed again, only this time harder”. Claris’s head was almost burning at what she and her daughters were going to have to do. Her girls did not know as yet what they were going to do and neither did Paul. “ I think a little thank you might not go amiss”. Claris could hardly speak, her throat was so dry. She was mortified at everything that was being made do, but the next thing was so awful she could hardly think about it. “ Thank you Miss”. Jane smiled, what must the poor woman be going through. “ Your welcome dear, what are friends for”. The comment was like a slap across the face to Claris who broke down and cried. Jane and Paul left the girls alone. Jane telling them they would be back in one hour. “ We want little speeches from each of you detailing what you are doing. I suggest you take all the hour to practise”. 

                                       A FAMILY IN HELL

For the next ten minutes all the three did was hug each other and cry. Only one word was said by Claris. She kept repeating the word Sorry time and again. Suddenly there was the sound of Jane’s voice. “ I suggest you practice, you have already wasted ten minutes, we can see you all of the time”. It had the desired effect as the three broke from their embrace and faced reality. Jane and Paul looked on from another room as they watched what was happening. They laughed out loud as both the daughters screamed and began wailing as their mother spoke. “ I think she’s told them what they will be doing:. Jane smirked as she spoke. “ Darling you are a genius, what would I do without you”.

Jane and Paul left it for longer than the hour before they returned to the room. The women were waiting in a line, their clothing neatly straightened and an attempt had been made to tidy up their make up, but all three faces were puffed with all the sobbing and crying that they had done. “ I think we should make ourselves comfortable Paul, this should be quite a show. Oh and by the way keep smiling ladies, the hidden cameras can pick all the action, but its much more interesting if your smiling”. The three woman almost collapsed. The thought of being filmed had never entered their heads. They were in turmoil. Panic stations set in. “ Oh my God Miss please don’t do this Oh God have mercy Miss please”. “ Pull yourselves together before the strap comes out. Paul I give you the Seymour-Mackenzie cleaning show”.

Carla steadied herself before taking a step forward. She was shaking like a leaf. She was about to sink into hell and she knew it. “ Please Sir my good friend Jane and myself have come up with what we think is a novel idea of making sure that our anus buds are completely clean before you inspect us”. She paused as she tried to maintain her composure, her head hurt, her heart hurt and her legs were almost like jelly. She felt a sickness in her stomach. Jane stood, and picking up the strap she swung it in mid air, making a frightening swish. “ Mr Paul it looks like I might have to do a little persuading here. I will just hover around and when I think the family are remiss of some detail I will administer the strap. If ladies you are getting strapped, you will not stop what you are doing, indeed you will strive harder to please the gentleman you are entertaining. Continue”. Claris held herself together as best as she could. “ Please sir if we could begin I would like to introduce you to my family. Collette is my elder daughter. She is 20 years old, and would like you first of all to see her in her Sunday underwear”. Fresh sobs came from her as she delivered her daughter into hell. Collette stepped forward and stood in front of Paul. “ Please Sir I present to you my underwear” Collette reached down and taking the hem of her skirt pulled it up over her thighs and bunched it up above her waist. She stood to one side as Claris continued. “ Please Sir can I introduce  my youngest daughter Julie, my 18 year old baby”. Her shoulders bobbed up and down as she sobbed. Julie stepped forward and stood in front of Paul. She too reached down and pulled up her skirt, bunching high above her waist. Standing to the other side, Claris stood in the middle she reached down and pulled up her dress, again bunching it above her waist. Paul marvelled at the view. As all three stood showing off their panties and pantyhose, Claris gathered herself. “ Sir the Seymour-Mackenzie ladies showing you our underwear”. What a magnificent sight was before Paul. Claris continued as Jane hovered in the background, every now and then she would swish the strap in the air as a reminder to the family. “ Pantyhose down girls”. And almost in unison all three pulled their pantyhose down to their knees. “ The Seymour-Mackenzie ladies showing you our panties Sir”. All three stood facing Paul until Claris said the word “ Turn”. All three turned together showing them their backsides. “ Wide and bend”. All three spread their legs and bent over giving him a perfect view of their panty covered backsides. “ Stand and face Mr Paul, panties down to our knees”. Paul was almost cumming in his pants. When all three had their panties down to their knees, Clara again paused slightly. CRACK .CRACK CRACK. Jane did not need much encouragement to use the strap. “ Sorry Miss, Oh God please Miss we are trying Miss this is so awful”. CRACK.CRACK. Two more stinging blows landed on Claris backside. This was so unfair, she was degrading herself and her family and still getting strapped for it. “ Continue girl and make sure you and your girls are at your best, this is the important part of the performance, this is what you and me decided on. This is our idea is it not. Two good friends coming up with a good idea”. She taunted and teased the unfortunate woman. Clara was hurting from the strap, but what she and her family were about to do, was unreal. “ Sir the Seymour-Mackenzie ladies showing you our pussies”. She steadied herself before the nightmare began. “ Begin girls”. The words Clara said was the instruction for both girls to step forward a little. Collette looked at Paul and through tear strained eyes she told him that the family were now going to clean each others anus buds in readiness for his inspection. Both girls knelt down by the side of their mother, both were crying buckets of tears. Claris suddenly turned her back on Paul spread her legs and bent over. Reaching behind her she pulled her cheeks open exposing the bud of the anus. Collette turned to face her mother and with heaving shoulders, she leant over and to Paul’s amusement she began to lick the bud of her mother. The wails of Clara would have broke most hearts but not these two. Paul could hear Collette slurping as she licked. She suddenly pulled her face away from the bud and started to gag. Julie went straight to her mothers bud and took over but she too started to gag. Jane moved behind Collette and CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Three severe belts with the strap. Collette put her face back to her mothers bud and began again to lick. Meanwhile Julie was on the receiving end if the strap. Collette managed to lick without gagging, before she stopped and Julie jumped in. After about five minutes of taking turns and reaming their mothers anus bud they stopped. Turning to face Paul they both said in unison “ Claris Seymour-Mackenzie’s anus bud cleaned by her daughters and ready for Mr Paul’s inspection”. Both girls sobbed and sobbed as Paul took in the spectacle. Their mothers bottom cheeks, and her anus bud were soaked with their spittle. Paul marvelled at Jane’s imagination. He knelt down and put his head close to her bottom. It was soaked and there was no doubt that the girls had definitely tongued their mothers anus bud. “ Well Jane I must admit this is one clean anus bud”. Grinning as he said it. He heard Claris thank him before she stood up and turning to face him she announced that Collette was next. The process was repeated as Collette turned her back to him, spread her legs and bent over and pulled her bottom cheeks open. Claris knelt at one side and Julie on the other. Claris leant over and started to lick her daughters bottom cheeks, working her way towards her anus. “ Slurp Claris we want to hear noise”. Jane moved behind Claris who in total panic moved straight to Collette bud and started sucking and slurping. That seemed to satisfy Jane, who looked across at Paul and winked. Finally Claris stopped and Julie took over, As Julie licked Claris sobbed. Julie finally stopped and facing Paul she announced that Collette was clean and ready for inspection. Again Paul knelt and looked into the wet and pulled open bud of this young woman. “ Another one clean Jane”. He announced. Collette stood and Julie took her place. Collette started this time sucking and slurping until her mother took her place. Claris gagged a few times but managed to get through the session before both herself and her daughter announced that Julie was clean and ready for inspection. Kneeling down Paul reached out and ran his finger along the young girls crack. What liberties this family had endured this dark day in their lives. “ Another one clean Jane”. At that Julie stood up and all three women stood in front of Paul in a line. Claris sobbed silently as she made her final speech. “ Sir the Seymour-Mackenzie ladies presenting their clean anus buds for inspection. Thank you Sir for your time and effort and we hope you enjoyed our presentation, we would also like to thank our good friend Jane for introducing us to you”. As all three sobbed they turned round, spread their legs and bent down. Reaching round they each took their cheeks in their hands, “ Now”. was all Claris said as the three of them pulled open their cheeks and exposed their buds. Paul looked on as he almost came in his pants. What an amazing sight. The women wailed and sobbed as they pulled themselves wide open. No man had ever seen one of them like this never mind all three. It was amazing. Suddenly Claris shouted out. “ position two” All three of them dropped to their knees, they shuffled around making sure their legs were spread as far as their underwear would allow and all together they dipped their backs and pushed their backsides up. Reaching behind them they pulled their cheeks apart. God thought Paul I can actually see inside the buds in this position. Jane had excelled herself this time. The women remained as they were displayed. They were waiting for Jane’s instructions, as their performance was over. Could a family humiliate and degrade themselves anymore.

Jane stood behind the family taking in the sight of them exposing themselves in this way. Showing her and Paul more than anyone had ever seen of them before. “ Get up and adjust your clothing, you are to return to your rooms. Tomorrow is another day. We will see you all tomorrow and get to know you a little bit more.

A LITTLE BIT OF PINK BLUE AND YELLOW.

       A NEW LIFE.

CHAPTER 2. UNDERWEAR INSPECTION.

Having spent a restless night, after what was the worst night of their lives the Seymour-McKenzie’s found themselves in front of their one time friend Jane. She had arranged for their clothes to be collected from their home and as they stood in front of her, each of their wardrobes were spread out on separate tables. Jane stood in front of the first table. It was full of underwear, Bras, Pantyhose and panties. “ You will all tidy these up, you will put them all in separate piles. Mr Paul will be arriving soon and he will be making a full inspection of your underwear, you will sort them into sections showing him what you wear for everyday use, for evening or going  out and for places like church. You will separate any that are not perfect, that means any that should have been thrown out but were not. I know women hang on to these things. I am after all a woman, eh Claris and I know how these things work. Let me say that it is an honour for you ladies that Mr Paul is going to inspect your underwear draw and with that in mind you will show him total respect during the session, anything less will be punished”. Jane’s little speech had brought home to them the true situation that they found themselves in. It was unreal what had happened to this family over the last few days. “ Strip naked and stand in front of your pile of underwear”. A new torment was beginning as all three of them stripped naked. Jane took in the sight. Each of them had a fine pair of Tits. The two daughters had inherited their Mothers good kooks and also her large breasts. Grinning from ear to ear Jane handed them each a pair of panties. They were the panties that had intrigued Paul with their different pink, blue and yellow edges. “ Put these on and then put your Bras back on”. She had given Claris the pair with the Blue edges and waistband, Collette had been given the pink edges, the same pair her Mother had worn the day before, and young Julie the yellow edged pair. Collette tried to make the pair fit, but in truth she was thinner than her mother and they did not fit her as they should. They were just a tad big and she looked silly in them. The same could be said for Julie. The ill fitting panties somehow made the girls feel more humiliated, if that was possible. The fact that they were their Mothers heaped more shame on them. “ I am aware that those panties do not fit you two, but let me warn you, as long as Mr Paul allows you to keep them on you will not let them fall down, is that clear”. Neither girl answered her as she saw the first tear of the day form around young Julies eyes. “ You will now sort out your smalls, you will not speak to each other. When I come back Mr Paul will be with me, you will each take it in turn to give him a good morning kiss, and I mean a kiss, not a peck but a full blown kiss on the lips finishing off with a French kiss sucking on his tongue. You will kiss him like he is your lover”. There were sobs as she made this little speech. Claris wanted the ground to open up as she listened to this woman who she hated and hated and hated. “ Are you glad I made friends with you Claris, what more could a woman want than to be introduced to a gentleman who not only takes a liking to you but is also prepared to make sacrifices to spend time with your daughters”. Jane looked directly into Claris Seymour-Mackenzie’s eyes. She could see the pure hatred there. She was willing Claris to rebel. But it did not come. The total fear of this woman made sure of that. Just then Julie took hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled them up tight. A sob escaped her as she did this, and it brought a smile to Jane’s lips. “ Good girl we don’t want your panties to fall down in front of a gentleman do we girl”. With a broken heart the girl nodded. “ No Miss”. With that Jane went to the door before turning round. “ Buy ladies see you soon”.

The women silently sorted through the underwear. Both the girls having to pull up tight their panties to stop them falling down. They would have stayed up but the girls took no chances. Total fear was in the room and you could almost taste it. The women were left for over an hour before they heard the door open. As Paul and Jane entered the room they were laughing and joking, making the situation even more unreal. “ Good morning ladies, how are you on this lovely day”. Paul looked at the vision before him. “ Nice very nice, what a vision you all make”. Jane took up the mantle as she walked behind the women. “ Kiss time ladies, Mummy first, then Collette, and then baby”. Claris took Paul’s head in her hands and put her lips up to his. Within a minute she was giving him a French kiss. Paul could feel the tears on her face. His hands had taken her bottom cheeks, and he felt her up through her panties. the process was repeated with the two daughters as the humiliation continued. Finally the women were told to stand in front of their own underwear, and the humiliation of the family continued.

Paul picked up item after item and held them up, feeling the texture as he moved from one pile to another. Holding up a pair of black silk panties belonging to Collette. “ When was the last time you wore these girl”. Collette shifted on her feet as she felt her shoulders heave. “ I think it was a few weeks ago Sir, I went for a night out with my friends and I wore them then Sir. “ Hoping no doubt to trap a man and probably fuck him”. “ No Sir, I am not like that Sir”. “ So are you telling me you are a virgin then, tell the truth or regret for life”. “ No Sir but I have only had sex twice, please Sir don’t make me say these things, not in front of my Mother”. She put her hands in her face and sobbed. Paul felt his loin move as he put this girl through utter humiliation. “ Nonsense girl these panties are fucking panties, tell me what they are”. He waited for a second or two before he saw Jane who was stood behind her lean over and whisper something into Collette’s ear. There was immediate panic as Collette nodded her head. “ Yes Sir sorry Sir they are my fucking panties Sir I wear them when I want to go out for a fuck. Stood next to her, both her Mother and her Sister began sobbing at what was happening. Claris was almost howling as her daughter was being humiliated for the amusement of two people. “ Take off your mothers panties girl, put on your get me a man panties and lets see if Mr Paul thinks they are panties to get fucked in”. Collette felt feint as she took the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off. Paul still had the black panties in his hand as Collette stood and waited for him to give them to her. Instinctively she put her hands in front of her pussy. “ Hands away girl, how dare you cover yourself in front of a gentleman, you insolent and ungrateful girl”. Collette pulled her hands to her side. “ Sorry Miss, sorry”. Jane picked up a cane from a side table. “ Put your right hand out to your side, hold it shoulder high, I will teach you to put your hands where they don’t belong”. Collette held the hand out and sobbed almost silently as she was about to be caned for covering herself up to save her dignity. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Three swift and hard blows to the palm of her hand brought squeals from the girl. Paul watched as this wonderful looking girl was thrashed on her hands, stood in only her Bra, her pussy on full show. Jane repeated the thrashing on the other hand. The pain in her hands was awful, but to be caned for what she had done was worse. “ What do you not do in front of a gentleman girl”. With pauses for little sobs Collette told them that she must not cover her private parts in front of a gentleman. “ Good that’s better, that goes for you two, never have I seen such impudence. What way have you brought your girls up Claris, lets see if you have grasped what I have said. Both of you take off your panties and lets see what you do with you hands”. Both Claris and Julie removed their panties and stood with their arms by their side. The three of them dressed only in their Bras hands down by their sides, as Paul took in the sight before him. “ That’s better and make sure that’s what you do in future, now what Bra did you wear on your night out girl”. Collette reached down to the table and picked up a full black Bra. “ This one Miss”. “ Then hand it to Mr Paul, how can he inspect it if you don’t give it to him, you really are stupid aren’t you”.  The insults and verbal humiliation continued as Jane brought this family down to a blabbering mess. The Bra was handed to Paul who felt it between his fingers. Looking at the label he read out loud “34D”. “Take your Bra off girl and put this one on”. Poor Collette reached behind her and winced as she tried to unclip her Bra. Her hands and fingers were numb from the caning and she was having great difficulty opening it. “ I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it. A 20 year old girl and she cant remove her own Bra. You must be a simpleton. Stop what you are doing, pull the straps down your shoulders, then reach into each Bra strap and pull each Tit out of its cup. Then pull the Bra over your head”. Collette was panicking as she obeyed this dreadful order. Finally she stood in front of Paul naked, her hands down by her side. Her Tits were large without any sagging. A superb pair. Her nipples were soft brown and the dark brown centre made a good contrast. She stood naked sobbing. “ Mr Paul will no doubt want to inspect those later, but for now we will concentrate on underwear. Put the black Bra and panties on and lets see what a young girl wears for a night out on the town”. Collette was almost relieved to hear this instruction as a least she could cover herself. She looked stunning in the underwear. “ Turn round and put your legs wide apart and bend right over, I want to see those panties stretched on your cheeks”. These women were now almost putty in their hands as they were shamed and humiliated beyond belief. “ Good stand straight and remove them and await Mr Paul’s instructions”. Paul picked up a pair of white cotton panties from the table holding the underwear of Claris. Holding them up to get a good look at them. They were as plain as you could get. Pure white and full cut. “ When do you wear these girl”. “ During the week Sir”. A grin appeared on Paul’s face as he looked at the panties. “ Do you think your panties should be in good condition woman, because there is a thread hanging loose from the hem”. Sure enough there was a very small piece of thin white  thread, about a eight of an inch. It was hardly noticeable, but Paul was an expert at spotting these things. Jane moved over and looked at the offending thread. “ Oh dear, what have we got hear, you go out in panties that are only fit for the bin, you disgusting creature, your supposed to be my friend and yet you wear panties like that whilst I make an effort to always look nice. You will suffer for that girl, you have made me look bad in front of Mr Paul, I assured him that I would only introduce him to clean and smart ladies and you have made a liar out of me. Get that Bra off, I want you naked for this punishment, I can assure you that you will take better care of your underwear in future”. Sheer terror gripped Claris as she remove her Bra. Her Tits were huge and sagged very little for a woman of her age. Paul took the Bra and looking at the back revealed that she was a 36 DD. Mother and one daughter stood naked in front of the pair with the other in only her Bra. All three were crying openly as this pair toyed with them. “ What am I going to punish you for Claris, and think hard about your answer”. “ For having panties with a thread hanging from them Miss, I am sorry Miss please forgive me”. What had happened to her life. Tears flowed freely as she stood naked and crying in front of her family tormentors. “ I have changed my mind about you being naked, Take the offending panties and put them on”. With a heavy heart she took the panties and pulled them on. The thread was on the side of the panties. The right hand side to be precise. “ Hands on your head and don’t move, you will be strapped on the offending thread to remind you to check your underwear in future”. Standing behind Claris who was facing Paul, hands on head her Tits naked she was a vision of  delight for anyone like Paul. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Ten times the strap landed in the thread on the waistband. Pain ran through her hips and up her stomach as she screamed in agony. This proud attractive woman had just been thrashed for having a thread of cotton hanging from the waistband of her panties. “ In future you will check all details on your underwear, how dare you show disrespect to a gentleman in this way again. Now get those panties off and take the thread off with your teeth”. The sobbing Claris took off the panties and put them to her mouth and chewed on the thread. What a thing for a proud woman to have to do. She managed to bite the thread off and held them out for Jane to inspect. The red marks on right hip was changing to purple as she searing heat from it stung her. “ Put them back on and ask Mr Paul if he is happy with your panties, and lets hope for your sake he is”. The poor woman put them back on and stood close to Paul, she asked him if he would inspect them, and tell her if he was happy with them. Paul contented himself with feeling these plain white panties for a good while. “ You my dear Claris are a very lucky lady. You have in your possession a pair of panties not fit to be seen by a gentleman and yet Mr Paul is still willing to feel you up. Whilst he feels you up thank him and tell him how lucky you are”. Claris was in bits as she stood getting her panties felt as she thanked him and told him how lucky she was. Paul finally pulled the panties down her thighs and took them off her. “ Stay close to me Claris I may have use for you”. Paul walked over to the table of Julie. There was a real assortment of underwear on the table, as you would expect from a teenager. Picking up a pair of plain white cotton panties he gave them to Claris. “ Hold your daughters panties up so that I can inspect them. Claris took the panties, and with her shoulders bobbing up and down from sobbing she held up her daughters panties for this man to look at. “ These have got to be your school panties, am I right girl”. “ Yes Sir”. “ What year are you in”. This was unreal as Paul held a conversation with a naked schoolgirl. “ My final year Sir”. Julie shifted uneasily on her feet as this conversation went on. “ Give the panties to your daughter Claris, then pick up another pair, you are not to stand there holding nothing, hold them at a good height for inspection, don’t make me bend my head to look or you will regret it”. Claris handed the panties to Julie and reached down and picked up a pair of red thongs. The contrast  could not have been greater between the two panties. Paul looked on as Julie pulled on the white cotton school panties. They fitted her like a glove, snugly hugging her hips and backside. “ Which Bra would you wear to school with those panties girl”. Julie reached down and picked up a plain white cotton Bra. “ This one Sir”. Paul took the Bra from her and felt it. No man had ever done this to any of these women and the humiliation of it was burning into them. “ Put it on, then go over to your clothes rack and put on your full uniform”. Julie put the Bra on and walked over to her clothes and began to look for her uniform. Paul had Claris put Julie’s red thongs back and moved over to Collette’s table. Picking up a pair of pink silk panties he gave them Claris, who shamefaced held up her daughters panties so this man could inspect them. Jane had been watching all this, and had been getting turned on by the total simplicity of it all and the shame and humiliation it was having on these women. “ Pull those panties taunt Claris how do you expect Mr Paul to inspect your daughters panties if you don’t hold them right”. Claris pulled the panties tight, fearing that she might upset Jane. “ Paul I am going over to the other end of the room, I have some paperwork to do, if you need me or are having trouble with the girls, just send them to me”. Jane departed , leaving Paul in charge of the family. He had Collette put on the pink panties, and had her turn and bend for him. She looked divine in them. Paul had her stand next to the table and reaching out he felt her through the panties. Smiling into her face her began to get hard as he felt up this attractive 20 year old girl through her pink silk panties. Suddenly he looked over at Claris who just stood next to her daughters table, her head bowed as she softly cried. “ What were you told to do girl, I think you were told to always be holding up some of your daughters panties for me to inspect”. Claris jumped as panic set it. “ Sorry Sir “. As she picked up a white pair of Collette’s Panties. Holding them out and stretching them so he could get a good view. What a pitiful situation these proud women found themselves in. Paul looked at the panties Claris was holding up. A sexy pair of nylon white panties, these were sexy. They  were made of stretch lace, with a contrasting central bow detail and beautiful curved edges. They were almost see-through, and possibly the nicest pair of panties Paul had seen in a long time. “ Take off the pink panties, Claris hand your daughter those sexy panties and Collette you can model them for me”. When Collette stood in front of him with them on he whistled. “ Wow Collette they are nice”. His cock twitched as he stared at her on these sexy panties and her naked breasts. Tears rolled down her face as the shame of what was happening enveloped her. Turning to Claris, who in the meantime had already picked up another pair of Collette’s panties. He shook his head. “Put them down, you had your chance, you were told to always have a pair of your daughters panties held up, and ready for me to inspect. Obviously its an order you don’t want to do, as you did not do it, so you can go over to Miss Jane and tell her that you don’t think you should participate in your families underwear inspection”. “ Please Sir oh please Sir don’t send me to Miss Jane, please Sir don’t send me, Sir please let me take part, Sir let me hold out my daughters panties ,Sir let me hold them up. I do want to take part, its an honour Sir for you to inspect our panties, please I beg of you please Sir have mercy”. Claris was in turmoil. She was begging to be humiliated. How her life has changed. Paul put out his hand and took her chin in his hand. Smiling at her sheer agony and shame. “ Go over to Miss Jane and convince her you want to participate in your families underwear inspection, no more words just go or it will be twice as bad for you and your girls”. Claris had done all her begging, her heart was breaking as she walked over to the other end of the room. She was sobbing openly as she stood in front of Jane. Naked as the day she was born in front of her former friend. Jane was sat down on a settee with a pile of papers on her lap. She did not look up at Claris, but she could see her standing naked in front of her. Claris cleared her throat. “ Please Miss, Mr Paul  has sent me over Miss”. She did not now what else to say. Jane left her standing there as she continued to look at her paperwork. Claris was terrified as she was made to wait. She could hear Paul in the background telling Collette to turn and bend over. She could hear her daughters cries , as she stood with her back to them facing Jane and waiting. Claris sobbed quietly as she stood in front of Jane. Finally Jane looked up from her paperwork. “ Yes what do you want”. There was a frightening tone to the way it was said. Claris felt feint as she steadied herself . She knew somehow this was not going to be good. She was absolutely terrified. “  Why has Mr Paul sent you to me, and you better make it good“. The 42 year old mother of two stood naked and shaking with fear . “ Please Miss, Mr Paul told me to tell you that he didn’t think I wanted to take part in my families underwear inspections, but Miss I do Miss, I just forgot to pick up another pair of panties Miss, I just forgot Miss, I am so sorry Miss”. “So are you calling Mr Paul a liar, is that what you are saying girl”. Claris was being degraded verbally by this woman. “Please Miss I do want to participate, honestly Miss, I do Miss, please let me hold up my daughters underwear for Mr Paul to inspect Miss, please Miss”. “ Don’t you want to hold your own up for him, just your daughters eh, that’s very selfish, I am very disappointed in you Claris, I introduce you to a gentleman and although you seem to be only too pleased to help him inspect your daughters underwear, you object to helping him inspect your own“. Claris broke down with this onslaught of verbal abuse. “ Go over to the table and bring me the riding crop”. At the mere mention of the riding crop, Claris broke down. This was a woman totally humiliated and shamed. She had begged to be allowed to shame herself and yet she was being sent for the crop. Slowly she walked over to the table and shivered as she took hold of this awful looking instrument. This was supposed to be used on a horse. Jane was going to use it in Claris. Jane had stood up and waited for Claris to bring the crop. Taking it from her she swished it in the air. It made a frightening noise. Claris could not comprehend what was happening, surely she would not use this on her. “ Turn round, spread your feet wide apart and bend right over”. The order had come. She was going to be thrashed for not holding up a pair of her daughters panties. Taking up the pose, as she whimpered how sorry she was. Jane took aim. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK Claris had never felt anything like it. The crop had landed on the top of her thighs, and the pain shot through her whole body. Paul heard the crop land, and the screams of Claris, which echoed round the room. Paul starred at Collette in her white nylon panties and bare Tits. The screams of her mother sending her into panic. “Stand still girl, your mother is only getting what she deserves. Don’t you think so”. The question was cruel , and had its effect as the girl began to sob more. “ I asked you a question Collette”. There was no where for her to go. “ Yes Sir”. She had to agree with him that her mother deserved to get the riding crop for forgetting to hold up a pair of her panties. Claris stayed in position. She sobbed and sobbed as the pain ripped through her. “ Stand and face me”. The pain increased as she stood, but she had to face Jane. Her face was red and swollen with crying, but to Jane and Paul this added to her beauty . “ Go over to Mr Paul and tell him I have had a quiet word with you and that you will be only too happy to assist in his inspection of your families underwear”. Poor Claris hobbled over to join Paul and her daughters. “ Well girl have we had a change of mind”. Her heart was breaking, the shame and humiliation was burning in her as she told him that Jane had had a quiet word with her and she would be only too happy to assist in her families underwear inspections. “ Good I am wondering whether I am wasting my time with you and your family. I am giving of my time, and a great deal of it and you do not seem to want to carry on. Do you want to carry on or not it’s a simple question Claris, do you want me to stay involved with you and your family”. Claris was totally humiliated, as she stood naked in front of this man as he shamed and degraded her and her family. “ Yes Sir I want you to stay involved with us Sir please”. “ Very well then lets continue with your families underwear inspection”. Claris had just remembered the panties as she saw him look at her. She picked up the nearest pair on Julies table and held them up and pulled them open. They were a black cotton pair of schoolgirl panties. “Stand next to Julie and hold them out”. Paul took in the sight of Julie, who had returned dressed in her full school uniform. White cotton blouse, school tie, a grey pleated tunic, and white knee socks. Paul was getting the hots. God he thought she looked Devine. “ Right Julie lets see what a genuine schoolgirl looks like, pull up your uniform and show me what I am missing having left school many years ago”. Julie was resigned to this, but it did not stop the tears from flowing as she pulled up the tunic and bunched it up around her waist. Her bare thighs and the knee socks and her white cotton panties would have been too much for most red bloodied men but Paul was an exception at holding on. But his cock twitched at the sight before him, “ Turn round and show me your backside”. turning round he had her bend over and looked at the panties as they clung to her backside. Moving to stand directly in front of her, he told Claris to stand by her daughters side and to hold the black panties at the same level as her daughters bottom. “ I will inspect two panties at the same time”. Smiling Paul put one hand on Julies panty covered backside and the other on the pair her mother held. He felt them both up, looking into Claris tear strained eyes. “ Get over here Collette stand to the other side of your sister”. Collette ran over to stand beside Julie and Paul took it in turn to feel Julies bottom and Collette’s crotch. Jane sauntered over and took in the scene. As she watched Paul amuse himself with the two daughters she grinned as she looked at Claris. “ Sort of surplus to requirements, Claris I see, might as well make yourself useful. As you can see Paul is using both hands to feel your daughters up, so be a good girl and put those panties down, kneel in front of Mr Paul pull down his pants and using that mouth of yours bring him to heaven. Claris felt a flood of tears. She couldn’t do it, surely she wouldn’t make her do that. Jane smiled as she turned to walk back to her paper work, as she walked away she shouted over her shoulder. “ If you have any trouble with her, just send her over to me, and Claris, do not spill a drop,  I will be inspecting”. Claris thought her head would explode, but out of fear she dropped to her knees, and taking Paul’s belt she undid it and pulled his pants down, then his boxers and  there in front of her was the first cock she had seen since her husband had died. Pauls cock was at bursting point as he felt Julie and Collette to his hearts content. “ Suck Claris I am close to heaven”. Claris hardly had time to put his cock in her mouth when he came in a powerful crescendo. Feeling up two daughters and their mother about to suck him was too much even for Paul. He came all over Claris’s mouth as she desperately tried to stop it spilling. Panic stations set in as she suddenly saw Jane standing over her. “ Dear me Claris its just not your day is it. Never mind what’s on the floor at the moment. Clean Mr Paul’s cock with your mouth and then dry him with a pair of your panties”. The two daughters remained in position as they were degraded, and Collette had the misfortune to see her mother grovelling over a cock. Claris almost chocked on the cum, but managed finally to wipe him clean with a pair of her church panties. “ Good I think it’s about time we had some lunch and you regained your strength for this afternoon Paul”. Jane looked down at the cum covered carpet. “ Remember there are cameras all over this mansion. Whilst we are gone, you Claris will lick up Mr Paul’s cum, you will swallow every bit off it. Tidy yourselves up. You, Julie stay dressed as you are, Paul’s little schoolgirl. You Collette get dressed in your Sunday best, same for you Claris only you can put on the panties you cleaned Mr Paul’s cock with. Claris pull Mr Paul’s pants up girl, what are you thinking off, and all off you thank Mr Paul for his help in the inspection of your underwear”. All three lowered their heads after thanking him and sobbed. Jane turned to leave with Paul. “ See you later girls”. 

After Jane and Paul left, the three gave each other a cuddle and cried buckets on each others shoulder, but Claris knew about the cameras. She urged her daughters to get dressed as they had been told and to tidy up their underwear tables. “ Keep your backs to me, don’t worry I will be alright”. She dropped to her knees and bent down on all fours. She looked at the blob of cum that lay on the carpet. One large blob and several smaller ones. Claris took a deep breath and bent down to the carpet, she covered the large blob of cum and gulped it into her mouth and swallowed in one movement. She started to gag at the thought of what she had done. Her daughters could hear her gagging, but tried not to think about it. Claris could not believe what she was doing. There was no one here with a crop or a strap, and yet the terror they had instilled in her was total. A few weeks ago the church was her life. She never even thought about men, yet here she was licking up a mans cum. As tears dropped to the floor she lowered herself again and like a dog she licked up all the remaining little drops. By the time she had finished the carpet was soaked where she had tried to make sure that all the cum was licked up. Finally she was satisfied and she rose to join her daughters and get deressed. Pulling on the sticky white silk panties, she covered them in brown pantyhose and then finished off with a white silk blouse and a white eyelet maxi skirt, bohemian style, very fetching, to be dressed like this and then to be humiliated in it was soul destroying. Finally spending time to make sure her underwear table was neat and tidy the women stood by their tables, sobbing and waiting for their new owners. 

As the door to the room open, three very frightened women stood to attention as the new couple in their lives entered. The power Jane felt was exilerating, during the next few weeks she was going to see just how far she could push this family. Walking over to face the women she could almost taste the fear. Casualily she walked over to the spot on the carpet where Pauls cum had landed. Looking down she could see a wet spot where Claris had cleaned it up. Pointing to the spot with the riding crop she called Claris over to her. “ Whats that girl, I thought I told you to clean up the mess you and your girls had made poor Mr Paul do”. Claris looked at the carpet. “ Its clean Miss, its just wet, it will dry clean Miss, I did clean all of it Miss, I did Miss”. Jane told Julie to go and get the strap from the table and bring it over. “ Kneel down and stick your nose into that spot”. The humiliation had started already. Claris dropped to her knees, bent down and stuck her nose against the wet spot. How low she had got over a short period. Jane bent down and took the hem of Clarises white bohemian style skirt and lifted it up and over her back. Claris was knelt with her nose stuck in the carpet her skirt pulled up over her back giving Jane a view of her full backside, in brown pantyhose under which she wore a fine pair of white broderie panties, with Little dots of yellow at intermittent intervals around the leg bottoms. There was a little yellow ribbon at the front of her waist topside, but this could not be seen by Jane as she gazed at what she had uncovered. Standing over Claris, Jane placed her feet on either side of her body and facing the way that Clarises bottom pointed she was able to place herself right over Clarises backside. She decided to leave Claris in her underwear for this little strapping as Jane always felt that the humiliation was more intence if the woman still had some clothing on. It somehow made it more of an invasion. Jane got off on humiliation as much as causing pain. The pain and fear was a means to an end. Jane brought the strap down hard and fast. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Three vicious belts on each side of her bottom. Claris welped like a little puppy as the pain travelled up her back and down her thighs. Her tears fell as she tried to think what she had done wrong. She had tried so hard and yet was still getting thrashed. Her fear of this woman was total. “ You will stay down there Claris, you will get to know your place. Mr Paul will continue with inspecting your daughters underwear and if and when he needs you he will call you, you will do as he wants and then when he has finished with you, you will then get back her kneel, put your nose to the wet spot, pull up your skirt and push out your bottom, understand”. Clars nodded. “ Yes Miss”. A broken woman.  Paul looked on as Jane humiliated Claris, this 42 year old church going mother of two. He turned and looked at her two daughters. Collette was looking stunning in a brown voil drawstring skirt. A realy modern outfit of white tank top with a white cardigan, the skirt had a pleated hem and a full lining, making it twirly. It was a stunning modern look. The sort of outfit any girl would be proud to wear, and an outfit that would turn mens heads. Paul walked over to Collette and casually reached out and placed his hand on her right Tit. This invasion of privacy was awful. Paul looked into her eyes and saw the hatred that was there, but she did not pull away. “ These are very nice Tits Collette, I’ll bet your proud of them”. The humiliating comment brought a tear to Collette eyes. She lowered her head slightly, nodded her head and told him she was. Grinning he squeezed the Tit, taking a liberty he knew he could take. He located her nipple and started to gently rub it through the tank top. Ever so gently he used one finger to stroke and rub this proud girls nipple. Tears flowed freely as he stroked and rubbed. “ Take the top off, pull your Tits out of your Bra ,and stand there while I go over to your sister”. What a life this was, Paul thought as he walked over to young Julie. “ Right Julie my little schoolgirl , get that uniform up and show uncle Paul your school panties”. Julie reached down and taking the hem of the tunic, pulled it high and bunched it around her waist. What a sight she was, in her uniform pulled up showing her white cotton panties. Leaving her standing there, Paul moved back to Collette. Her Tits were magnificent, there was no other way of describing them. He reached out and took a hand full of her right Tit and he kneaded it. They were soft and oh so lovely. Looking over at Julie he told her to take off her blouse and pull her Tits out of her Bra. Walking over to stand behind Claris, looking at her panty and pantyhosed covered bottom stuck up in the air. Her nose stuck in the carpet, he looked up and looked at both her daughters. Moving over to Collette he had her remove her skirt and panties. “ Get up on the table,kneel facing away from me, spread your feet wide, Julie you do the same, but leave your uniform on, take your panties off and spread wide. Both girls did as he told them. “ Push your backsides up high”. What a sight. Both girls were showing everything they had. They were at his waist high and he went behind them and took in the sight. Tears flowed freely as he looked at them. Leaving them there, he walked over and joined Jane, sitting down next to her. “ Claris over here”. The order came from Jane and Claris jumped up and went over to join Jane and Paul. As she stood in front of them she tugged at her skirt making sure it was bunched up at her waist. Jane smiled, that was good, she was learning, she had not been told to pull the skirt down so she made sure it was up. “ Mr Paul is going to look at your girls pussies and anus”. She paused to let the comment sink in. Claris was finding it hard to breath. “ You will therefore go over and make sure that both your daughters holes are clean, when you have finished you will report the fact here”. Claris gulped in some air as she turned and walked over to the tables. The sight that met her broke her heart, it would break any mothers heart. Both her daughters were knelt on the tables, their legs were wide apart and their backsides were pushed in the air. No woman should have to do this. She cupped her hands into her face and cried buckets. “ Is there a problem Claris”. Jane’s voice brought her back to reality, and with a heaving heart she bent down and put her tongue onto her young daughters anus. She gagged several times, more at the thought of what she was doing rather than the taste. She made sure she slurped so that Jane could hear her, she moved from the anus and went down to Julie pussy. This was awful and the tears fell freely onto the floor. She could hear Julie crying loudly. Have these people no heart. Getting up she moved over to Collette and trying not to think about what she was doing she stooped down and started to lick her oldest daughters anus. Again she gagged at what she was doing, before she moved onto Collette’s pussy. She wanted to genuinely die. She was supposed to protect her daughters, not let them get into the hands of sadists who are abusing them, as her mind worked overtime she still licked on her daughters pussy on the pretext of cleaning it. Finally she took the courage to stop and get up. Making sure her skirt was hitched up high she approached Jane and Paul. They were laughing and joking. Claris wanted the earth to swallow her up. She stood in front of them waiting for Jane to acknowledge her. “ Well girl”. “Miss, Collette and Julie are clean Miss, and ready for Mr Paul’s inspection”. What a thing for a mother to say. “ Claris is that skirt pulled up as high as it can go”. “ Yes Miss it wont go any higher”. She had just licked out her daughters and she was being asked to pull her skirt up higher. Jane leant over and took the waistband of the skirt, tugging it up . SLAP.SLAP.SLAP. Three times Jane slapped Claris across her left thigh.   “ When I say high girl I mean as high as it will go, if I have to ask you that again you will regret it. If you are told to pull up your skirt at anytime, it is to be pulled up as high as it will go. It will remain up until you are told to pull it down, you will keep checking that it is as high as it can go. If you are in doubt you will keep tugging it up, better to be sure than sorry”. Claris put her head down and cried with pure shame and humiliation. “ Go and stand in front of Mr Paul, pull down your pantyhose and show him your little bow”. More humiliation was heaped on her as she pulled down her pantyhose and pointed to the little yellow bow at the front of her panties. Paul reached out and played with it between finger and thumb. “ Very pretty Claris a lot better than most of your panties don’t you think”. “Yes Sir I think they are pretty”. She sobbed as the shame hung over her.  Paul stood up and told Claris to follow him. “ I don’t want any funny business Claris, you will do just what Mr Paul wants, understand”. “ Yes Miss”. Paul walked over to the two girls, as their mother followed holding her skirt high, and her pantyhose down to her knees. She struggled to walk with the hose at her knees and her skirt bunched high above her waist. Paul stopped in front of Julie. Her lovely 18 year old. Julie was showing everything she had, a pose no woman would want to be in. Standing directly in front of her, her school uniform pulled up over her back, her legs wide apart, her pussy and anus on show. Claris stood helplessly by as her poor daughter cried her eyes out. Jane suddenly arrived and stood next to them menacingly. “ Kneel down Claris and pull down Mr Paul’s trousers and boxers, then you can lick Julies pussy to get her ready for him”. At this Claris lost it. “ Please Oh God Miss, please not that Miss, she is a Virgin Miss, don’t do this, I beg you Miss, have Mercy Miss, please have Mercy Miss”. Claris had turned to face Jane and as Jane grinned at her Claris dropped to her knees and kissed Jane’s feet. “ Very well Claris, I do have a heart you know, and seeing as you are my friend, I will do you a favour. If you want I will ask Mr Paul if he will fuck Collette instead of Julie, now isn’t that good of me.” Claris was trying to get her head round this and just continued to kiss the feet of this woman who was degrading and humiliating her. “ Well Claris is that what you want, its up to you, do you want Mr Paul to take Julies virginity, or do you want him to fuck Collette, Its up to you. You have one minute to decide or he will fuck both”. Claris looked up at her tormentor, and gulping for air she whispered one word. “ Collette”. Jane walked round the table and stood looking down at Collette as she knelt on the table her naked backside pushed up and her pussy and anus open  for all to see. “ Did you here that Collette, it appears your mother wants Mr Paul to fuck you”. Paul was getting very exited at what was going on around him. “ Sorry Collette my darling, what can I do, please forgive me, please forgive me”. Claris wept buckets as she begged and begged and begged. “ What did I tell you, woman, pull down Mr Pauls trousers and get him ready to fuck your daughter”. Claris was a beaten woman, she had to protect her young girl, and so with a heavy heart, she pulled down Paul’s trousers. He was rock hard. “ Get your daughter wet woman, do you expect Mr Paul to do all the work, if you don’t buck up your ideas it will be a thrashing for you”. Claris put her head into Collette’s backside and placed her tongue onto her pussy. “ Lick Claris, get it wet”. Claris gagged several times but kept going back to the pussy. Jane looked down at the scene before her and felt wet with excitement at the scene she had created. What must be going through these women’s minds as she made them abuse each other. Suddenly Paul pulled Claris’s head away from the pussy and with one thrust he was inside Collette. The girl let out a scream as her mother wept into her hands. She cried like she never had before as Paul fucked her daughter hard, thrusting in and out. Jane had pulled her skirt up and lowered her panties. “Get over here Claris and get your tongue in here”. Claris was broken. She shuffled over, and just  as she was about to do something she had never even thought about before, Jane shouted out and screamed in ecstasy. She had cum at the mere thought of what she was making this family do. Her orgasm was huge, she kept shuddering and screaming as her poor subject just knelt and cried into her hands. Paul was also on the verge of his orgasm. “ Claris, get over here I am going to cum in your mouth”. Claris shuffled over and Paul pulled out of her daughters pussy and shoved it into the mothers mouth. He squirted his load into her mouth and she almost choked as it hit the back of her throat. Jane had recovered from her shuddering orgasm and again took over proceedings. “ Swallow girl, don’t spill any and clean Mr Paul’s cock, lick it clean, and then take off your panties and dry him off”. The nightmare was almost over as they were allowed to clean themselves up.

Jane allowed them to get dressed, although she made Claris put the sticky panties back on. The women stood in front of their tormentors after the worst episode of their lives. Both Paul and Jane had regained their composure and were soon back to their cruel best. Paul took up the mantle as he walked up and down the line of women. “ I think Claris that a sincere thank you to Miss Jane for allowing Julie to keep her virginity, don’t you think that was very kind of her”. Claris just wanted it all to end. “ Yes Sir I do, thank you Miss for letting Julie keep her virginity, thank you very much”. Jane smiled at the humiliation and shame she had created. “ Your welcome my dear Claris, what are friends for”.                                    

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.

CHAPTER 4

THE DANCE LESSON.

“ Good morning ladies”. These were the words Claris and her daughters had come to fear over the last few weeks. Jane Sheldon felt a rush of power run through her as she looked at the three women in front of her. Claris was stood as usual in the middle of her two daughters and held each of their hands. A touch of irony as Jane had put it. “ You have all been told to put on nice free flowing dresses, for a reason, because today you are going to get a dancing lesson”. The three women shifted on their legs as they listened to their tormentor. “ I know you have your own family version of the Can Can, but this is slightly different. You see here at the mansion we like to have dances every now and then. Just like any dance the males dance with the females, but we like to have little differences than other dances and it is those little differences you will be taught today. You do like a good dance don’t you Claris”. Claris was at a loss what to say. What did this evil pair have in store for her and her family. She dreaded to think. “ I asked you a question girl, answer me if you don’t want the strap to come out”. The constant threat of the strap had these three females terrified. “ Yes Miss I do like a dance Miss, very much so Miss”. Jane smirked at her, as she belittled her. “ Good then we will begin with the lesson. Mr Paul will be here shortly but we can begin without him. You for the time being Claris can pretend to be the man. So Collette we will start with you. You be the lady and Mummy can be your male dancing partner. Jane pressed a button on the remote and a nice slow piece of music began to play. “ OK ladies you Collette move in close and put both your arms around your partners neck, get in close and begin to smooch”. Collette did as instructed and found herself in an embrace with her Mother. A small tear fell down her cheek as the humiliation of what this woman could make them do flooded round her head. The mother and daughter started to dance to the slow music. Julie looked on at her mother and sister as they tried to dance with each other. Jane left them to it for a few minutes before walking over and taking a wide leather strap from a table drawer. Swishing it around, the noise it made unsettled the family as Julie began to cry. “ What are you crying for girl, you haven’t been asked to do anything yet and already you are crying. Do you want me to give you something to cry about”. Julie was shaking her head as the thought of what this evil woman had already put them through. “ No Miss, sorry Miss, sorry”. Jane was about to bring this family to a place worse than hell, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. “ Dances here, as I said before are a little different, so as you continue to dance I will tell you what is expected of you. I will not keep repeating myself, I will say things once and once only, you will remember it and whenever you are dancing with a gentleman you will observe these little rules. So ladies snug up close, you Claris are the man so you will take the lead, and you Collette are the lady, so you will assume what the gentleman wants from the dance. You Claris are the randy male, so to start with you will please the gentleman by kissing him. You will give him a nice long kiss, and then finish with a long romantic French kiss. Begin”. Oh what torment she was going to put them through. Claris shivered as she put her lips against her daughters, and the Mother and daughter started to kiss. Jane circled them as she let them kiss each other. “ Come on Collette you are supposed to give the gentleman a good time, I want to see total commitment from you, start to put some effort into it and please your man”. The enormity of it all was spinning round this 20 year olds head, as she was forced to kiss her Mother. “ You will pretend your Mother is your boyfriend for this demonstration, and believe me I will not hesitate to use the strap on both of you if I feel you are slacking. Now lets get French kissing and with a passion”. Claris was in complete turmoil as she opened her mouth and put her tongue into Collette’s mouth. Mother and daughter kissed with the passion Jane wanted. Suddenly Collette Gagged as the thought of what she was doing made her almost choke. The two women broke apart and putting their hands up and cupping their faces sobbed their hearts out. “ Dear me ladies its only a kiss. I can not believe you find it distasteful to kiss each other, you are related after all. Both of you pull up your dresses, get them high above your waist, stand and face each other, close enough to each other so that you can kiss each other”. Claris and Collette had no choice, this woman’s word was all powerful. Jane grinned as she watched Mother and daughter lift their dresses. Claris had on a black free flowing dress that came up easily, revealing that she had on underneath a black pair of pantyhose an a black pair of full cut panties. Collette’s underwear was brown pantyhose and a yellow pair of briefs. They made a fine sight as they stood nose to nose, skirts up above their waists and showing their underwear. Jane loved to humiliate women and it was Oh so much better when it involved a whole family. “ Julie get over here, don’t just stand there girl, make yourself useful”. Julie ran over to stand in front of Jane. “ Yes Miss”. “ What do you think your Mother and sister can not do whilst they are holding their dresses up”. Julie looked at the incredible sight of her Mother and sister facing each other with their dresses bunched up around their waists. It was unbelievable. She was brought back to reality when Jane shouted out “ Well”. “ Sorry Miss I don’t know, Please Miss I am sorry!. She was lost for words, she truly did not know what Jane was asking her. “ I sometimes despair at the stupidity of young women of today. Are you stupid Julie”. The verbal humiliation was something Jane was good at. Belittling her subjects was a speciality of hers and she loved it. Julie was taken aback when Jane suddenly slapped her hard across her face. The slap stung but it was more the shock. The realization that this woman could do exactly what she liked. “ Take a look at them and tell me what they need to do for a thrashing, but cant because they are holding up their dresses”. Julie sobbed as she realised what Jane wanted. “ Sorry Miss they cant pull down their underwear Miss, sorry”. “ Good then make yourself useful and pull down your Mothers and sisters underwear”. What an order to give a young 18 year old girl, and what an order for her to have to obey. Julie approached the women and starting with her Mother she took the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them down to her Mothers knees. “ Leave the panties up and pull down Collette’s pantyhose”. Jane’s voice was so matter of fact as she delivered her orders. Collette’s yellow panties were exquisite. They were simple and elegant with a French style lace panel on either side of the waist. Jane knew that any man would find them irresistible. “ We will start with your panties on and see how we get on. Stand back Julie dear don’t want to get in the way do you”. And so for the next five minutes Jane walked around the Mother and daughter and thrashed them across the seat of their panties. “ Continue to kiss all the time I strap you. A good passionate kiss, nice and sloppy”. The pain the women suffered did little to help as they tried to kiss as she thrashed them. “ Good girls, seems you may have learned a lesson. OK Julie pull up Mummies and big sisters pantyhose, nice and smooth now , no wrinkles, that’s a good girl”. Jane had the girls take up their dancing position and told them to start again. And so Mother and daughter dropped their dresses and held each other again and another strong kiss began. Jane let it continue for a few minutes before announcing that the next thing a gentleman would do was want to get a bit more intimate. “ You Claris are the man so you will have to play role here, I would imagine that after such a long kiss like that any man would want to be a bit risky, so you will begin to feel your partner, starting with her bottom”. Claris broke off from the kiss. “ Pleases Miss do I kiss as well”. Jane smiled at the question, the poor woman would do anything to avoid the strap. “ Well that’s up to you, you’re the man, do you need reminding that you’re the man. I could strap something down below onto you if you keep forgetting, do you want that Claris”. “ No Miss I will remember Miss, I just wanted to do what you want me to Miss, I don’t want the strap again Miss”. Jane walked over to the table and fiddled in a draw. Pulling out a strap on cock. Smiling as she walked back to her victims. Holding it up to show Claris. “This should leave you in no doubt that you are being the man. Take off your dress”. Claris looked at the huge cock, never had she seen anything like it. Taking her dress of she stood in front of Jane in her pantyhose, panties and her black Bra. Jane walked behind her and reaching around from the back she clipped the strap onto its stud making sure it sat tightly on Claris’s hips. Walking to the front of Claris she manoeuvred the strap on into position and then admired the way the cock stood proud, sticking out from where Claris’s pussy was. “ There that looks good, go over to the mirror over there and admire yourself”. Claris looked at herself and a flood of total shame and humiliation descended upon her. She shook her head and  cried out, as she took in the sight before her. “ Now get over here and thank me for my kind attention to detail”. Jane laughed out loud as the poor Mother of two thanked her for putting the strap on onto her so that she would not forget to be a man. “ No problem Claris, my that’s some whopper you have there, I would think any man would be proud of that. I also think that maybe we should give you a mans name as a further reminder. You are so simple you keep forgetting who you are. What do you think we should call you Claris eh”. Claris felt feint as she stood in front of her tormenter. “ Lost your tongue have you girl, or should I say boy, yes boy it is and I think with a cock as big as that you should be called Dick, yes that’s it for the rest of the lesson you will be referred to as Dick. Now tell me boy what is your name”. The degradation of this proud woman was actually causing Claris to become short of breath. She tried deep breaths as her mouth had become dry. “ Dick Miss my named is Dick”. Claris sobbed as she tried to steady herself. She felt she may lose her balance as her legs felt weak. “ Good continue to dance with your female partner and remember you take the lead. After your nice long kiss you will do what all men want to do at that stage of a dance. Most men want to feel their dancing partner but cant in a usual dance, well here it’s different. Whatever the man wants he gets and the lady gives it to him. So after the kiss, you as the man will start to feel you partners backside”. And so it began again. Five minutes of a long kiss between a Mother and daughter, and then as Jane looked on in amusement Jack put her hands on her daughters bottom and started to feel her through her dress. Jane let her feel Collette up for a few minutes before she signalled for Julie to stop the music. “ OK at this point, you Collette will get involved. When Dick is feeling you through your dress do you think he will be happy with that, or do you think he would like a better feel”. Looking at her tormenter Collette answered that she thought he would like a better feel. “ Correct lady, but its not fair to let him do all the work, now is it, so at this point, and I hope you are listening young Julie, you will help him. So at this point in the dance you will help the gentleman to get a better feel of you by pulling up your dress and bunching it above your waist, you will then hold it up with one hand and put the other round the neck of your dancing partner”. Collette wasted no time as she bunched the dress up and gathering it up so that she could hold it high with her one hand. Placing the other arm around her Mothers neck she got as close as she could. “ Julie start the music and you Collette and Dick continue with your dance. Dick you are the man so do what a man does. Feel up Collette through her underwear and you Collette don’t be getting to exited by that cock touching you”. The scene was unreal as Jane circled the dancing couple and watched as a Mother felt her daughter up. At that moment Paul walked in the room. “ Good day ladies I see you have started without me”. “ Yes Paul the ladies were keen to get going weren’t you girls. Oh I am sorry I have got that wrong. They are not all ladies. Stop dancing for a minute and Dick, show Mr Paul your cock”. Claris stopped and turned to face Paul. “ Wow thats a big one you have there, and you are calling her Dick I see. Very apt I must say”. “ Yes we needed a man so Collette could practice her part as the lady, and what she should do to please the gentleman. Why don’t you take young Julie as your partner and she can learn her new role at a dance”. Paul grinned as he went to join the 18 year old teenager. Jane put on the music again and their dance of shame began again. Soon Julie was doing the same as her sister Collette had done and pulled up her dress so Paul cold feel her through her pantyhose and her very feminine white panties. Jane wandered between the couples holding the menacing strap. “ Right ladies at this stage of the dance the gentleman has had a good feel of your bottoms but they are covered. So you will ask him if he needs more help. I am sure he will tell you that he does, so you will take a step back from your partner and you will pull your pantyhose down to your knees. Remain standing in front of your partner for about twenty seconds so that he can take in the sight of you and get a good look at your panties, then turn round and let him look at the back view. Then holding the dress up again with one hand put your other arm round his neck and continue the dance. This will allow your partner to feel you through your panties and also feel some bare thigh if he wants”. The enormity of what was happening to them was beginning to get to these proud women. Julie was still a virgin and yet here was this man feeling her up over her panties whist she held her dress up to make it easy for him. Poor Claris was having to feel her daughter up and the enormity of it was the reason her cheeks were covered in tears. Paul felt young Julie through the white silk panties. The feel of them delighted him and he was getting hard. Claris or Dick as she was now called ran her hand over Collette’s panties and sobbed gently as she moved to the music. Paul began to kiss Julie as he pushed his hand down the back of her panties. “ Hand down Collette’s panties Dick, come on you can see she is willing”. Claris did as she was told, her heart pounding as she was humiliated beyond belief. “ At this point ladies it is obvious that your partner wants to get his hands inside your panties, so at our dances, our ladies oblige. Ask your partners if they would like some help and then stand back and pull down your panties to your knees, give the gentleman a few seconds to see what your pussies look like then turn and show him your bottom. Then you can continue the dance, make sure your dress is still held high, we don’t want anything in the way of your naked pussies do we ladies”. The verbal humiliation was constant and as they went through their disgusting task Jane grinned. As Paul felt Julie on her virgin pussy Jane told him to go easy with his fingers. “ Don’t break her with your fingers Paul that would be such a waste”. Their cruelty knew no bounds as Jane urged Dick to feel her other daughters naked pussy. “ Don’t hold back Dick, I know you men are all the same, go on she is not a virgin so you can put a finger or two inside her, go on, let me see you feel her up properly”. Poor Claris placed her finger at the entrance to Collette’s pussy. She looked at Jane as if expecting something. “ Dick I said put a finger or two inside your dancing partner, she is holding her dress up for you so don’t disappoint her”. Claris placed a finger on her daughters pussy and still dancing to the slow music she gently pushed the end of it inside her daughter. Crying openly now she just held it there. “ Wriggle it about Dick come on have you never felt a girl up before”. No Miss Oh please have mercy, she’s my daughter Miss please she’s my daughter”. “ I don’t care who she is, I have had enough of all this nonsense, do you want a thrashing. Yes I think you do, I think you enjoy getting the strap and that’s why you keep goading me”.” No Miss Oh please give me time, please don’t beat me any more, I don’t think I can take any more beatings, let me feel her Miss, please let me feel her”. Jane swished the strap in the air. “ I think a few little reminders of you new status in life might be a good idea. Take off your strap on and your pantyhose and panties”. “ Oh Miss please no miss please let me feel her Miss, please Oh God please let me feel her”. Jane brought the strap down hard on the left thigh of Claris. “ Get stripped down to your Bra now, this instance you ungrateful pup. As Claris pulled at the strap on and her underwear Jane continued to flay her with all her force. As Claris stripped she let out a yelp every time the strap hit. Finally down to just her Bra she stood in front of Jane. Sobbing and with shoulders heaving, she waited for her instructions.  “ All I asked you to do was play the part of a man, its unbelievable, such a simple task and you cant even do that, what’s difficult about it”. “ Please Miss, sorry oh my God sorry Miss Jane, sorry, sorry, so sorry please have mercy on us”. Claris dropped to her knees and holding her hands in front of her as if she was praying, this once proud 42 year old Mother of two was on her knees dressed in nothing but her Bra and was begging her one time friend for Mercy. She was putty in Jane’s hands. “ What were you told to do Dick Eh, tell me the simple task that you failed to do during the dance”. Claris sobbed into her hands as she mumbled into her hands. “ I cant hear you Dick, you have one more chance”. With that Jane brought the strap down viciously on the woman’s shoulder. “ Miss to feel my dancing partners pussy Miss to put my finger inside her”. “ Yes and you could not even do that. Paul would you do Dick the honour of showing him how to feel up a pussy. Over here you two girls keep those dresses up and leave the pantyhose and panties down at your knees. Paul if you would like to make yourself comfortable on the couch and you Dick can sit next to him”. As Paul made himself comfortable Jane had the two sisters stand in front of him and as he gazed at the two pussies in front of him he reached over and placed his hand on Claries pussy. “ What’s this I thought you were Dick and you have no cock. “ Yes that’s a point. Dick go and get the strap on, you have to be a man if you want to feel up a couple of pussies. Eh Paul”. Claris retrieved the strap on and pulled it on her. She hadn’t a clue. “ My, my Dick its very loose, come over here and lets put it on you, you really are very stupid aren’t you. I said you are stupid aren’t you”. Petrified she nodded her head. “ Yes Miss Jane, I am stupid”. Jane smirked as she fitted the strap on to her victim.” OK go and look at yourself in the mirror, dressed in only your Bra and your cock stuck out and proud you make a wonderful sight”. Claris broke down as she looked at what these people had done to her, but if she thought she could not fall further into the pit, she would need to think again. “ Come over here Dick and sit down next to Mr Paul, he’s being ever so kind ,and he is going to show you how a gentleman feels up a lady and puts his fingers inside her. You will observe and then you will feel both pussies, and then you will insert your fingers into the ladies pussies. Have you anything to say”. Claris just looked at Jane as if she had gone deaf. “ I said have you anything to say”. “ Thank you Miss I will be good”. Completely broken she sat down next to Paul, her strap on sticking up proudly as she did. “ Now pay attention as Mr Paul shows you how its done. Now ladies starting with you Julie, bend slightly and ask Mr Paul nicely to continue to do what he was doing as you danced. And mean it girly”. Julie widened her legs so that they could go no further because of her underwear, she bent her knees forward pushing her pussy towards Paul and coughing nervously she asked him if he would continue what he had been doing and feel her pussy. Could a young 18 year old virgin be more shamed. “ Certainly Julie anything to make you happy. Paul reached out and placed his hands on her pubic hair. Taking it in his hand and rubbing his fingers through it. “ Play with you cock, Dick whilst you watch Mr Paul feel your baby girl up, give yourself a nice wank”. It was unreal but Claris reached down and slowly masturbated  her make belief cock. Crying as she did this, she looked on as she watched Paul abuse her youngest daughter. The cameras picked up the mind blowing scene of an attractive 42 year old Mother naked except for her Black Bra and a strap on cock, slowly pulling on it as her two daughters stood in front of a man, both of them with their dresses pulled up and bunched above her waist, one had her knees bent slightly and a man who was sat down on a couch was feeling her up. Jane took in the scene and was proud of what she had created. Paul placed his fingers on Julies Pussy lips and ran them up and down. The young girl was whimpering as he abused her. “ Your very dry girl, why is that”. “ I don’t know Sir”. Jane walked behind her and CRACK,CRACK,CRACK. Three vicious belts hit the poor girl on the back of her naked thighs. “ How dare you be dry when a gentleman is giving you his attention, you ungrateful girl. Paul get your fingers wet, use Dicks mouth to make you wet and lets see if Miss Julie here will get exited”. Paul marvelled at her evil mind as he put up his fingers up and held them out for Claris to lick. She did not need telling as she sucked on his fingers. “ Keep masturbating Dick, did anyone tell you to stop, I don’t think you are taking this seriously, do you want the strap again. Claris shook her head, her mouth full of Paul’s fingers and her right hand gently going up and down her strap on cock. Her world as she knew it only weeks before was over. Paul removed his fingers and again went to abuse young Julie. Although his fingers were wet with Claris’s spittle, within a few seconds the dry pussy had made them also dry. “ My God she really is dry, I think you are going to have to do something else to get her wet”. Claris did not know what to do as Paul looked at her. Jane moved closer to her and stood menacingly as she smirked. “ I think Dick you should get down on your knees and lick out your daughter to make her wet for Mr Paul. When she is wet inform me and I will inspect her. If I find her not wet enough you will be thrashed without mercy, begin and don’t forget to continue to masturbate, after all you a man aren’t you”.  Claris dropped to her knees and looking up at her young daughter she mouthed the words “ Sorry I love you”. “ Oh how touching Dick. In fact go over there a foot or two away from us. Julie you can kneel down on all fours like a dog, you Mummy will kneel behind her and from the back you will lick her out until she is wet. When she is wet you will rejoin Mr Paul on the couch and Julie will present her pussy to Mr Paul who will then have a wet pussy to play with”. Claris and Julie tears flowing followed the tormentors instructions and Mother began to try and get her daughter wet for these monsters. “ Come nearer Collette bend forward at the knee and ask Mr Paul if he would be so kind as to play with your pussy, he might as well do something whilst he waits for baby sister to get wet”. Collette was almost at breaking point, but fear and terror drove her on,. Bending slightly at the knee she pushed her pussy forward towards Paul and asked him if he wanted to feel her Pussy. So as Mother knelt behind her youngest daughter and licked her  older daughter was pushing her pussy out towards Paul who was feeling her to his hearts content. “ This ones no better Jane, dry as a bone”. Jane shook her head. “ They have no appreciation of all the hard work we are doing for them. Get yourself over there and kneel next to your sister. Mummy you have another one to get wet. Go from one to the other, you can stop playing with your cock, and instead you can feel the daughter you are not sucking with your hand. I want them both wet for Mr Paul”. The scene was incredible as Paul and Jane watched Claris suck on one daughter and feel her other daughters pussy. For a good ten minutes Claris sucked both her daughters, but neither were getting wet as Jane knew they wouldn’t. “ Lets leave them to it for a while Paul I think we will go and get a cup of coffee and a bite to eat. Jane just loved to leave them for a while. It gave her a great thrill that they would have to continue to do something which they considered disgusting even when no one was in the room threatening them. “ Continue to try and get your daughters wet and don’t forget I will be watching you on the camera. I think you can go back to masturbating you cock with your free hand as well. Still play with the daughter you are not sucking and also that daughter can help you by reaching behind her and masturbating”. Both Paul and Jane left the room leaving the Mother sucking and feeling her two daughters. Jane and Paul returned after twenty minutes and Paul sat down again on the couch. Claris had continued to suck both daughters and had a little success. Both were slightly wet, more from her spit than from excitement.  “ OK ladies get up and present your pussies to Mr Paul, bend slightly so he can get at them easily, come on we don’t have all day”. The girls presented themselves as they had been instructed and Paul felt and played with Julie with his right hand and Collette with his left hand. Finally he told Claris to feel both her daughters up at the same time and then to insert a finger in each. As  Claris inserted her fingers into her daughters Jane felt triumphant. “ That’s how I want you to feel your dancing partner when you pretend to be a man, do you understand girl”. “Yes Miss cried Claris as she wiggled her inserted fingers. “ We will continue with the dance practice, but because you failed to get either of them wet you will be punished at the end of the practice. You will get five stokes across each Breast and then maybe you will take this practice with a little more respect”. Claris took deep breaths as she took on the enormity of what had just been said to her. Jane had them all take up their previous positions and turning on the music the dance practice continued. Paul felt Julie and Claris felt Collette, this time having no hesitation in inserting a finger inside her daughters pussy. Jane moved between the couples as they felt and kissed each other. “ OK lets stop here for a while, what other part of a ladies body do you think a gentleman would like to feel after he has felt her pussy, Julie you answer that one”. Julie knew the answer that Jane wanted. “ Her Tits Miss”. “ Yes and this is the point in the dance when your dresses get in the way, so at this point you will ask your dancing partner if he would like you to remove your dress. You will then remove your dress and any other outer clothing and because you know the gentleman wants to feel your Tits, you will pull one of your Tits out of its cup and leave it hanging there for your partners amusement. The other one can stay in its Bra cup for the time being. Because you now have both hands free you will wrap your arms round your partners neck and start the next stage of the dance with another sloppy French kiss. If your partner puts his hand to the naked Tit to feel it you will pull away from him slightly so that he can get complete access to your Tit. Again remember these instructions as you will follow them to the letter if you are ever invited to a dance here at the mansion. Begin”. And so the awful vile instructions were followed as both Julie and Collette pulled one of their Tits out of their Bras and taking their partners in hand began to kiss them. “ Feel the Tit Dick, give it a nice squeeze”. And so Claris had to move from feeling her daughters pussy to feeling her Tit. “ I must say what a lucky girl you are Claris, not only have I taught you and your family a special Seymour-Mackenzie dance, namely the Can Can but I am now, together here with Mr Paul spending more time on you all, explaining the finer art of dancing. No doubt you will thank me in time, but for the time being I don’t want any thanks, you see that’s the kind of woman I am. Ever generous  to my friends”. The speech cut through Claris as she felt Collette’s Tit as she danced wearing only her Bra and a strap on cock. As both women had their exposed Tits felt Jane again walked round them, pushing and prodding them into better position for their dance partner to feel them up. “ Stand back again ladies and pull your other Tit out of its cup, let it dangle like the other and encourage your partners to give it a good feel. And again she gave them a few minutes while pussies and Tits were felt. Life as they thought they knew it had gone.

Jane told Collette and Julie to stand back and face their partners. “ At this point the dance is over, you will therefore stand and face your partner. Your pantyhose and panties will be around your knee, and your Tits will be pulled out of their Bra cups and hanging free. Your dance partner can either decide to have another dance with you, or he can move onto another partner. That is his choice, after all he is the man. If he likes the look of what you present to him and decides to have another dance with you then he will tell you. At that good news you will walk forward, Give a nice little curtsy, and drop to your knees and kiss the gentleman’s shoes as a sign of how grateful you are. You will remain kissing his shoes until the next song comes on, when you will get up and thank your partner for the honour he has given you in picking you again. If however your partner moves on to pick someone else, you will immediately put your underwear back where it should be and get dressed again. When a new gentleman picks you, you will curtsy and will then get down on your knees and kiss your new partners shoes”. The shear enormity of what they have to do to please this evil pair was sinking in fast. Their life had gone in a matter of weeks. Shame and humiliation flooded through every inch of their bodies as Paul and Jane looked at the spectacle in front of them. “ I expect you to remember all of this, its not difficult, all you have to do is make available any part of your body that your dancing partner wants to feel whilst you dance. We will now move on to the end of the dance. You Dick stand in front of Collette, and you Julie stand in front of Mr Paul. You will now please the partner you have had the final dance of the evening with. There are several ways you can please them but at today’s dance practice you will please them with a good blow job”. She let her words sink in, looking particularly at young Julie who she knew had never performed this task. “ You Collette will suck on mummies cock and pretend it is real, and you dear Julie will get the honour of sucking Mr Paul. Begin”. Collette and Julie dropped to their knees and Collette took hold of the enormous cock attached to her mother. Waves of humiliation flooded through her as she began to put the cock into her mouth. Julie was more hesitant, but knew she would have to do it or face a thrashing. And so 18 year old virgin Julie Seymour Mackenzie took hold of the cock and kissed the top of it. “ Into the mouth girl it looks like Mr Paul hasn’t got long to go, come on girly, you have got him exited with your dancing so give him what he wants”. Julie put the top of his cock into her mouth and tried to put more in. She gagged at its taste and the thought of what she was doing. She should be doing this, or any sex act with a man she loved and respected, not this evil man. “ It looks like you might need lessons Julie ,I must put that on your agenda, Blow job lessons for baby Julie”. Julie took the cock from her mouth and sobbed openly, cupping her hands in her face she cried uncontrollably. Jane let the scene unfold as Julie wallowed in shame and humiliation. Collette in the meantime continued to suck on her Mothers make believe cock. “ Get as much of Mummies cock in your mouth girl, before I have finished with you, all of you, including Mummy will be the three best cock suckers in the world. That will be your new ambition in life. Now Julie, show Auntie Jane and Mr Paul what a Trier you are and suck Mr Paul’s cock”. Julie wiped away the tears from her face and bent and took Paul’s cock into her mouth. Paul started to grunt and Jane wasted no time in telling Collette and Claris to join Julie and kneel in front of Paul. “ OK Paul, come over their faces, I want all of them covered in your sperm”. Paul could hold on no longer. He pulled himself out and came all over their faces. All three had sperm on their faces and amid tears and wails they knelt in front him covered. “ OK ladies lets get cleaned up. You Claris lick the sperm off both your daughters faces and then when they are clean, you can dry their faces with your panties, then you Collette lick your Mothers face clean and then dry her off with the same pair off panties”. The disgusting act was carried out between tears and sobs. Each off them saying sorry to each other and begging for forgiveness.

Finally the family were cleaned up and were allowed to get dressed. Jane had them stand in front of her. “ Each of you will go and thank Mr Paul for his time and effort in teaching you to dance, you will then say sorry for not being a good cock sucker, but that it is now your ambition to become the best cocksucker in the world”. The family thanked him, they told him of their new ambition in life, and all three dropped to their knees and kissed his feet. “ Very Good ladies, I must say you did try for your dancing lesson, for the rest of the day you will practice on yourselves. You will each take turns in being the man, in the meantime I will take on board putting into place a series of lessons so that you can all realise your new ambition in life, which is what Claris”. “ To be the best cock sucker in the world”. Her world as she knew it was over. She listened as both her daughters told Jane that their new ambition in life is to be the worlds best cock sucker. “ Food will be brought into you and you will break for a while to eat it, then for the rest of the day its practice, and more practice. Good bye for now ladies and thank us”. A chorus of thank you rang out in the room as Jane and Paul went on their merry way. Just as they reached the exit door Jane stopped and turned to face them. “ Have I forgotten anything Claris, there seems to be something at the back of my mind that I promised I would do to you but its slipped my mind. Can you remember what it is”. Claris knew exactly what it was. “ Yes Miss you told me I would get five strokes across each Breast Miss”. What a thing to have to say. “ Why thank you my dear, I had forgotten”. A smirking Jane said. “ I will give them to you just before evening diner, then as you eat the food myself and Mr Paul have given you, you can think about what you did wrong, because believe me lady, five across each Tit will hurt you for many a day”. With that Jane turned and left her victims crying and sobbing at their new status in life.

CHAPTER 6

BECOMING LITTLE GIRLS.

Jane looked at the pack of little girls panties she had purchased for her latest acquisitions. The pack contained 7 pairs of panties, designed to be worn by ten or eleven year old girls. These were for the fuller sized little girls, and Jane felt confident that the Seymour McKenzie ladies would fit into them. It didn’t matter anyway, they would wear them whatever. Jane opened the pack and removed the 7 pairs of panties and laid them out on a small table next to her chair. She picked up the description label and read it with amusement. [ These sweet 100% cotton low-rise panties feature images of butterflies, kitty cats , monkeys, strawberries and even a pair of angel wings. They have contrast colour elastic waistbands and leg bands and are machine washable. Jane grinned at the girlishness of the description. All the panties were different colours, there was pink, white, green, blue, orange, red and yellow. She would humiliate the women with these and other items of clothing. They would have a little girl day. She was getting exited at the mere thought of it. Next she opened a pack of girls vests. Pure white cotton, short sleeved, scoop neck, with a little centre bow feature. The bow was soft pink in colour. Gathering them up she delivered them to Claris, who was told about the little girls day. Although the vests were the same she told Claris that they were to choose their own panties and then each girl was to dress in one of Julies school uniform. And so the scene was set for more humiliations.

Jane and Paul sat on an elegant armchair in the master room of the mansion. Paul with his large glass of gin and tonic, and Jane with her Red wine. A knock on the door and a “Come in”. Brought a smile to their faces, as the Seymour McKenzie ladies entered the room and walked over and stood in front of their tormentors. All 3 were dressed in a school uniform. White blouse, Grey skirt, white knee socks, black hush puppy shoes and rounded off with a school tie. A sight for sore eyes. Claris stood between her 2 daughters, her blouse was slightly too small and did not close properly at the breast. Collette’s fitted slightly better. Claris was not yet crying but was very close. Her poor mind was trying hard to take in what had happened to her and her girls over the last few weeks. They were just playthings for 2 evil perverts, and yet there was nothing they could. The three women stood nervously, knowing that whatever happened it would not be nice. “ The first thing that we have to decide ladies is what age you should all be. Its obvious to me that none of you behave, act or even have the knowledge of your correct ages. Claris for a 42 year old mother of two daughters you only have the street sense of maybe a 14 year old, you would agree with that I think”. Claris could not believe what she was hearing. “ Answer me girl, see what I mean, you cant even answer a question”. Claris did not know how to answer a question like that. She had no idea what to say. It looks like she does not even have the intelligence of a 14 year old Eh Paul, more like a 12 year old Eh Claris”. Claris nodded her head. “ Yes Miss”. The first tear formed as this once proud mother answered her tormentor. “ So you agree with me then that you act and behave like a 12 year old Eh”. Jane played with her victim as she stood in front of  her dressed in her daughters school uniform and admitting that she was a 12 year old girl. “ So that is the age you think you should be is it Claris”. Claris began to sob as she agreed with Jane that she should be a 12 year old. “ Well then if you are 12 we will have to make Collette say 11, and Julie say 10, What do you think Paul, mummy 12 and two daughters one 11 and one 10”. Paul grinned evilly as he nodded his head. He had to admit that Jane was a genius at humiliation. “ Well I must admit they look wonderful in their uniforms”. said Paul. “ Are you wearing a Bra Claris”. She decided that the best way to avoid a thrashing was to play along with them. “ No Sir I am only 12 Sir”. Jane Got up and reaching out casually felt Claris’s left Tit through her blouse. “ Big Tits for a 12 year old I must admit”. Myself and Mr Paul will have to measure your Tits wont we to see if you need Bras”. Claris just nodded. “ OK ladies lets see what little girls wear under their uniform, lift your skirts and bunch them above your waist”. It was beginning again, the shame, the humiliation and the abuse. All three reached down and another day of hell began.

The three skirts were lifted as if one and soon all of them were bunched up around their waists. Claris had on a pair of blue cotton little girl panties with different coloured kitty cats all over them. Collette had on a pair of yellow cotton panties with little butterflies all over and young Julie wore pink cotton ones decorated with little farm animals. Paul let out a big laugh. “ Oh yes I love it my little girls, your panties are nice, come over here Julie lets get a better look at your panties. Julies eyes were tear stained as she approached him her skirt bunched up and little girls panties on full show. “ Yes very nice, now without looking I want you to tell Miss Jane and myself what animals are on your panties”. Paul was grinning widely as he humiliated the young girl. Julie tried to think of what were on the panties she had been made to wear. “ Sir I think there is chickens, and lambs and, pigs Sir”. She felt silly and shamed. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. “ Slowly turn for Mr Paul and let him check if you are right, which I hope for your sake you are, I expect you girls to know all details about your underwear”. Young Julie slowly turned round allowing Paul to see all the little animals on her panties. “ Well I see Lambs, and chickens, and there are a few pigs, but my dear Julie I also see cows. Looks like she did not study her underwear very well Jane”. Poor Julie hung her head in shame as she realised she would probably get punished for not knowing there were cows on her panties. It was unreal. As Jane looked on, Paul reached out a hand and placed it over Julies pussy. The girl did not move as he rubbed her through the little girls panties. “ Something is not right here Jane. Julie tell me your  age”. Julie gulped in some air as she steadied herself. “ 10 Sir I am 10”. “ Jane for a 10 year old young Julie here has an awful lot of pubic hair under these Panties, Pull them to one side girl and show me your pubic hair”. Jane stopped Julie as she was about to reach her hand down to her panties. “ No Julie you continue to hold up your school uniform, Claris you go and kneel behind your baby girl, Julie open your legs wide and Claris reach under Julie and pull your daughters panties to one side. Pull them all the way over so that Mr Paul can see all of your daughters pubic hair, and then announce that your daughters pubic hair is ready for his inspection. And say it like you mean it woman”. Claris dropped to her knees and kneeling behind Julie she performed the demeaning task. She wanted the ground to open up as she pulled on the crotch of the panties. What sort of evil monsters could make a Mother do this to her daughter. Well Claris had found them. “ Its pretty obvious that if you ladies are to be little girls then you will have to remove your bushes, stand up Claris, all three of you stand in front of Mr Paul, get your uniforms up high above your waists and pull the crotch of you panties to one side”. The sight was amazing as Paul looked at the three of them pulling these ridiculous little panties to one side revealing their bushes and pussies to him. “ Now starting with you Claris, ask Mr Paul if he would do you the honour of shaving you down below. If you are to be little girls then you should have little girls pussies”. Claris burst into tears at this awful order. She sobbed her heart out as she contemplated what she had become. “ Please Sir would you do me the honour of shaving me Sir”. Paul was getting hard at what Jane was putting this family through. “ You next Collette, and then you Julie. It just so happens I have a razor blade and foam in this room, now isn’t that a coincidence”. She laughed out load at her own joke. Only a joke to her, but not to the three women as the two daughters’ asked Paul if he would do them the honour of shaving them. As Jane went and got the razor, Paul told the three women to take off their panties and keeping their uniforms on he had them lie on their backs on a table that had been placed in the room. “ OK ladies spread your legs as far as they will go, get those uniforms up and out of the way, get your backsides in the edge of the table and lets get a good look at the Seymour-McKenzie’s hairy pussies before we make you into little girls”. The verbal humiliation was never ending as they were constantly teased and shamed about what was happening to them.

Jane gave Paul the razor and foam as he pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Claris who had been placed in the middle of her daughters. “ Now before Mr Paul begins, you are sure you want him to shave you so that your pussy is completely bald are you Claris”. What could she say. In almost a whisper she said she did. “ I did not hear you young lady, Point to your hairy pussy and asked Mr Paul if he will make your pussy bald like a little girls”. The cruelty of it was mind draining. Claris pointed to her pussy and in a louder voice asked Paul if he would shave her and make her into a little girl. “ This hair is thick Jane I think it will need cutting with scissors first before I can get the razor on it” Jane smiled as she went and got a pair of scissors. “ Sit up Claris and cut your bush with the scissors, you cant expect Mr Paul to do all the work, When you are ready for the razor, hand the scissors to Collette and she can clip her bush ready for Paul and then Julie, you do the same. When you are ready for the razor Claris, you will say out loud. Claris Seymour McKenzie ready to have her pussy shaved, so that she can be a little girl. That goes for you two. When you are shaved you will get down from the table and put your nice girly panties on. You will then lift your uniform and pull the crotch of your panties to one side, you will then go over to the mirror on the wall and study your new appearance in it. You will stay there until you are joined by both your daughters, and when all three of you are standing there with your newly shaved pussies on show, then perhaps you will fully understand your new status in life”. All three women were crying and sobbing at this new low in their lives. Claris clipped away with the scissors before handing them to Collette. “ Claris Seymour McKenzie ready for her pussy to be shaved, so she can be a little girl”. The words cut deep and as Paul put foam on her pubic hair she sobbed openly as. He rubbed it all over her and then went to work with the razor. As Paul slowly worked his way round the bush, young Collette was busy cutting her bush. What a wonderful life he thought to himself. Claris was getting balder by the second. He always marvelled at the effect a shaved pussy had. It took away a woman’s privacy, there was nothing left to hide. And as Paul finally gazed at Claris as he finished the shave, her sex looking up at him, he could see so much detail it was almost blinking at him. He dried her off and ran his fingers along the lips of the bald pussy. “ Well then get up Claris and do as you were told. Its been an eventful few days for you, not long ago you were a church going Mother of two, then you were a boy named Dick with a large cock, and now you are a little 12 year old girl with a bald pussy”. Jane laughed as her words cut deep into Claris as she stood and picked up her pair of Blue panties with the little Kitty Cats on them. Pulling them up and keeping the uniform bunched high she reached down and pulled the crotch of the panties to one side and then walked over to look at herself in the mirror. As Paul began to shave Collette he heard a grasp and a load sob as Claris looked at the sight she presented to herself in the mirror. A woman totally shamed beyond belief, as she waited for her daughters to join her.

As Paul shaved the girls Jane joined Claris at the mirror. “ Put a smile on your face girl or do you want a strapping, do you think I am going to all this trouble for you and your family, and you cant even smile. it’s the least you can do”. Before long all three women were stood in front of the mirror, and side by side they looked at their reflections in the mirror. It was humiliation beyond hope. “ OK ladies over here and stand in front of me, straighten your panties and lets see if they sit better without your bushes. Ah yes Paul I think you will agree, they look much better without the evidence of the bush. A job well done I think. Drop the uniforms and I think a nice sloppy kiss from you all to Paul for all his hard work in shaving you and making you look like the little girls you are”. She really did know how to verbally abuse. A true master at work. “ Claris remind me what age are you”. “ I am 12 Miss”. Jane circled Claris as she studied the poor woman. “ I hope you are not wearing a Bra, your far too young for a Bra”. The shame continued. “ No Miss I am wearing a vest Miss”. Jane was in her alley as circled her victim. “ Take off your blouse and show me”. Claris did not hesitate to obey as she took off the school blouse. The vest hardly covered the woman’s breasts and looked so comical on her that both Paul and Jane laughed. It sat on her breasts but was only hanging on them because of their size and the small size of the vest. It just hung over the edge of her breast and didn’t even have enough material left on it to cover any of her stomach. Take the tunic off, lets see you in your 12 year old girls underwear. Claris stood in front of them in this humiliating underwear and sobbed. The girls were made to do the same, and the family stood in total shame in their little girls underwear. “ Those vests don’t do much to hide your Titties girls, I hope you are not flaunting them. I know what young girls do, they try to make boys horny, don’t they Julie”. With that she reached out and took hold of the bottom of Julies vest and lifted it up. She only needed to lift it about six inches and the girls Tits were exposed. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Three hard slaps bounced off Julies left Tit as Jane slapped her hard. “ That will teach you to show off your Tits to the boys, they are hardly covered in these vest, Paul would you do me a favour. and slap Claris and Collette on their Tits, I am disgusted with them. You try to help people and that’s the way they treat you”. Paul did not need a second invitation. “ Blouses off ladies and lift your vests, if you want to show your Tits to the boys then lets expose them. Collette and Julie obeyed the order and Paul took great delight in slapping their ample Tits several times. Julie in particular found the Tit punishment very hard, she seemed to be more sensitive than the others. “ They look very fetching in their little girl panties and their vest pulled up, I must say Jane it would make a wonderful photo”. Jane’s face widened into a wide grin. “ How right you are Paul, what a wonderful idea. I will go and get the camera, amuse yourself with the girls whilst I am away”. That was easy. God they looked so pitiful in their underwear, it was meant to humiliate and that’s exactly what it did. It did not take Jane long to arrive back, camera in hand. “ Right ladies lets get a few mementoes. Stand in a line and hold hands, that’s it, I want one of you in your underwear. Smile for the camera, come on all of you say cheese”. Jane looked at the result as she played it back on the camera. “ Julie you are not smiling enough on this photo, that’s a thrashing you have earned, I am sick of telling you girls. That is two thrashings you are to get, one for not smiling and one for not knowing you had little cows on your panties. Pull yourself together child, now I am going to take the photo again, and smile this time”. This time all made sure that they smiled and Jane was pleased with the result. “ Now ladies, lift your vests up and over your breasts, lets see your little girls Tits on this one.”. Again the photo she took was amazing as the three of them held hands, their little girl panties with their little designs on them, and their small white vests up and over their Tits. “ Good now lets pull your little panties to one side and get one of your Tits, and your bald pussy”. As the women pulled their panties to the side, Claris let out a deep moan. This was a woman in deep distress. Finally Jane had them turn round, and bend over, reach behind them and pull aside their panties. As she snapped the photos all three were crying. Tears fell down their cheeks and landed on the floor. Finally the ordeal over, they were allowed to stand and face their tormentors. “ Tell me Claris, what do you think a young 12 year old thinks of as her body changes”. Claris dropped her head in shame as she struggled with her ordeal. “ What’s happening to her Miss, please Miss don’t do this to us, let us go, Miss we are dying inside Miss, have Mercy Miss, please have Mercy”. Jane looked directly into her eyes. They had a glazed look about them, they were the eyes of a broken woman. “ Well we have two young girls here who are changing physically, and we have a gentleman who is here to help. We don’t want to pass up this wonderful opportunity de we. So what we will do is give Mr Paul an anatomy lesson, or at least you will. You will give Mr Paul a lesson about the female body, using your daughters as the teaching aids. Claris hardly took in what was being said to her. Paul I am going to take care of the photos, I have a few ideas in mind that I think you and the ladies will like. Whist I am gone could you take care of Julies punishments. I think two with the strap on the inside of each thigh for not knowing about the cows on her panties. And as for not smiling, well I will leave that to you Paul, but I have no doubt that whatever Paul does, you will be smiling on my return.

Paul took up the 2 inch black leather strap, swinging it in the air. He told Julie to go and stand by the table, the same table she had been shaved on. He had her stand on one leg, and put the other one on the table. This she was unable to do because the panties were too tight to allow the leg to swing up onto the table. “ Take the panties off and get your leg up”. Julie sobbed as she removed the small pink panties and swung her right leg up onto the table. Paul smirked as he looked at the effect this had. Her inner thigh was on the total show and her bald pussy was winking at him. A truly remarkable sight. Julie was finding it hard to keep her balance, she knew the view she was presenting but the thought of losing her balance was beginning to make her panic. Paul stepped up to her and ran his hand along the offered inside thigh. Her skin was so smooth, not for long would it remain like that but Paul felt the thigh for several minutes as his victim whimpered as she was being felt up. Placing a finger on her pussy lips he gently rubbed between them. Julie was crying buckets, her whole life and that of her family had changed completely. Her life was over. Paul took a step back, and pulling the strap over his shoulder he brought the strap down with as hard as he could. The scream Julie let out was blood curdling. Never had the young girl felt such intense pain. It soared through her thigh as she tried to keep her balance. It was impossible and she fell over and curled up like a ball as she screamed into the air. “ Get up this instance girl, place the other leg up on the table and take up the stance, failure to do that in 30 seconds will mean that one does not count”. Julie scrambled up and with difficulty and managed to take up her position. After 5 minutes and 3 more hard straps she was reduced to a blabbering mess. Paul had all three of them stand in front of him naked. A sight fit for a king. “ Julie was having great difficulty stopping crying as the insides of both thighs burnt with pain. “ Hands on the back of your heads ladies and push those Tits out. Julie you are to get 5 on each Tit maybe that will make you smile”. The girl was beside herself as she dropped to her knees and started to kiss Paul’s feet. In between kissing she was begging for mercy. A young women broken. Paul let her continue to beg and kiss as he looked at Claris. Grinning he reached out and felt her wonderful Tit. Behind the tears he could see pure hatred, but she stood still and let him abuse her. “ Changing times eh Claris, up Julie present your Tits for the strapping, because if the punishment isn’t over by the time Miss Jane returns I would not like to be you”. This put terror into the young woman as she jumped up and took up the required humiliating pose. As the strap was brought down with awful speed the pain going through her Tits was unbearable. Finally her ordeal was over. Her head was spinning as she took in that she had been thrashed for not smiling, and not knowing that she had cows printed on her little girl panties. “ I am sure you will all be smiling when your friend Miss Jane returns”. Laughing out loud at his remark, Paul was in a state of arousal. “ Who would like to suck me off ladies I am sure you all would, but only one of you can”. Just then Jane arrived back carrying a large bag. “ Oh come on Paul, I heard that, use your imagination, I would think that if they share your cock round all 3 of them could suck you off, couldn’t you Claris”. Claris put her hands up to her face and sobbed like a child. “ I asked you girl, would it be possible for all three of you to cock share, failure to answer will result in your Tits and thighs looking and feeling like Julies”. A trickle of urine ran down the thighs of the Mother as she lost control. “ Yes Miss Jane we could Miss, please have mercy on us Miss, no more beatings Miss, please no more pain”. Jane looked at the sight of the Mother and two daughters naked and standing side by side. Young Julie with a forced smile on her face, her Tits going purple from the strap and her thighs the same colour. “ Collette pick up your Mothers panties and wipe up her piss, dry her thighs with them and then give them to her”. Was there no end to the shame and humiliation these women had to endure. Jane had them kneel in front of Paul, take his trousers and boxers down and Claris was told to start to suck his cock, and then share it out. The poor woman was sucking when thump, she felt a slap around the back of her head. “ Share it girl, don’t hog it all, your daughters want to suck as well, don’t you girls”. Both sisters told her they did as Claris passed the fully erect cock to Collette. Taking it gingerly into her mouth, she started to gag. “ Oh dear me girl that has earned you a thrashing, now continue and each time you gag just continue on. The one thing you do not do when sucking a gentleman’s cock is gag. Collette tried her best but continued to gag, but she managed to continue to keep putting the cock in her mouth. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she sucked for all she was worth. “ Have you ever sucked cock Julie”. Julie was in a sea of pain as she looked up at Jane. “ No Miss”. She managed to say as she heard poor Collette gag again. “ Give the cock to Julie and stand up here in front of me”. Julie took the cock and without hesitation put it in her mouth. “ Get that cock out of your mouth you ungrateful young girl. Don’t think that you should thank Mr Paul for being the first man to put his cock in your mouth”. Julie could not believe what was happening to her. “ Yes Miss sorry Miss, Sir thank you Mr Paul for being the first man to put your cock in my mouth, thank you very much Sir”. With that she put it in her mouth and started to suck. She was fumbling all over the place. “ Slow down girl and suck it nice and gently, I will leave you and your Mother to deal with Paul’s cock whilst I attend to Collette”. Jane smiled as she looked at Julie sucking and her Mother kneeling next to her. Looking at Collette she asked her what a young lady does not do when sucking a gentleman’s cock. “ Gag Miss you should not gag”. Just then Julie started to gag violently, and pulling the cock out of her mouth, she dry retched. “ Oh dear it looks like your little sister is having the same trouble, Julie get over here, Claris suck Mr Paul whilst I deal with your daughters. Claris took the cock and whilst she sucked Paul off she heard her daughters being thrashed in the background. The cries of them were awful, but she was powerless to help them. She tried to block out the screams as she sucked, suddenly Paul started to come. “ Swallow it all girl every last drop shouted Paul as he came in a frenzy. Claris tried to swallow but missed bits as he pulled out of her and then pushed it in again. His orgasm over he had her clean his cock with her piss wet girly panties. Jane had finished trashing the girls and poor Julie was in a state as not only her Tits and thighs but now her bottom had been thrashed. The women were allowed to compose themselves before being told to get dressed again in their little girl clothes. Claris was made to put on the panties that were not only piss stained but cum stained. When they were dressed Jane took the bag she had entered the room with and took out three large picture frames. Each one contained four photos. One frame was for Claris, one for Julie and one for Collette. As they all looked at the frame they had been given, they started to moan and cry. Each frame contained the photos that Jane had taken earlier. One in their little girls underwear, one with their little vest up and over their Tits, one with them pulling their panties to one side and finally the one taken with them bent down showing their pussies. The quality of the photos was superb and showed every detail of the families humiliation. “ These frames will be placed on your dressing room table and will be constant reminder of your new life. You may all kneel and kiss my feet as a thank you for the very generous gift of the frames I have just given you”.  Could any woman be so cruel. Having kissed and thanked her she informed them that she would not expect Claris to give Mr Paul an anatomy class that day as it would not be fair on him having to look at their bruises. “What I think I will do is let their skins heal and then maybe invite a few people round and maybe you can give your anatomy class to an audience, that sounds like a good idea doesn’t it”. Claris was broken. “ Please Miss Jane don’t beat us any more, we will be good Miss, you wont need to beat us Miss”. Jane felt a sense of pride as she looked at this once proud woman. “ Who owns you and your family Claris Seymour McKenzie”. On uneasy legs Claris was over trying to fight. “ You do Miss Jane, you are our owner Miss”. She broke down and sobbed, but she was defeated. “ Well that’s as maybe Claris but there are several tests I will put you through first before I will be convinced that you are broken. We will go and get the girls treated and then I will decide what to do”.

Jane left the family alone for the next three days, letting the wounds heal before she had them stand in front of them.

She informed them that she was going to allow them to go to church as she knew it had formed a great part of their lives. Only two at a time would be allowed to attend and the other would be kept back at the mansion with Paul. If they tried anything silly Paul would deal with the one left behind. Claris could not take this in. “ Aren’t you going to thank me Claris, I think its very kind of me considering the problems you have given me”. Jane teased the woman as she toyed with her emotions. “ Tomorrow is Sunday so I will accompany yourself and Collette to Mass and young Julie can stay here and  entertain Mr Paul. Perhaps whilst we are in church he can enjoy taking her virginity”. Claris hung her head in shame but said nothing. She knew she was powerless and she did not want either herself or her girls hurt again.

The next day the three women were told to report for breakfast at 8.00 am dressed for church, and found themselves eating with their tormentors. Jane was a master at humiliation and although the women had gone through a great deal there were many shameful acts still left for them to do. Some of those they would do today. Dressed in their finery, they made a fine sight as Jane walked up and down the line of them as if she was inspecting some sort of furniture. Paul was sat in an armchair reading a newspaper as if the scene around him was the most natural in the world. “ Go over to Mr Paul and Claris you stand in front of him, Collette you stand behind your Mother and Julie you stand behind Collette”. When they were in position Jane had Claris pull up her grey tight skirt and bunch it up around her waist. Paul put down his paper and took in a sight which he never got tired of. Underneath her flesh coloured Pantyhose Were a pair of white full cut panties with little lacy fleeces to the top of the waist and around the bottom. Very pretty and fitted her like a glove. Claris blushed deeply as this was a pose she had never got use to. Collette reach in front of you and take hold of  your Mothers skirt and keep it held high. She is going to need her hands. The indignity of having to hold up her Mothers dress was great on poor Collette but she did it without prompting. “ Now Claris you are to remove your pantyhose and put on the pair of black stockings that Mr Paul will give you”. With her eldest daughter holding up her skirt Claris put on the stockings. Something she had not worn in many years. They felt funny on her. Paul handed her a black garter belt and she was made to put that on. Paul grinned as he looked at her. It made her look so sexy. She felt so vulnerable stood in front of this man dressed like this. Jane handed her a silver chain from which hung a large round pendant. On the pendant was engraved in large letters . 

                                         Claris Seymour McKenzie.

                                                    Property of

                                             Miss Jane and Mr Paul.

Claris’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the jewellery. “ unclasp the chain dear Claris and pull your panties down and hook it onto the crotch. The pendant is to hang on the outside of your panties dangling between your thighs”. With total and utter shame Claris lowered her panties and fixed the chain as instructed. Paul felt his cock twitch as he looked at her shaven pussy. When Claris had pulled her panties up the pendant hung between her thighs about six inches below her panties. Claris was mortified, tears welled up as Paul reached out and flicked the pendant with his finger causing it to sway between her legs. “ Take the skirt from your daughter and still with it bunched up walk round the room for us. Show us how it will swing”. Waves of humiliation swept over her as she felt it hitting her thighs as she walked. “ That will remind you all day long who owns you girl, now go over to the mirror and look at your new self, then come back here and show your appreciation by giving both myself and Mr Paul a long slow French kiss”. When Claris looked at herself in the mirror she felt her heart skip a beat. What had happened to her. Standing in front of a mirror, her skirt pulled up and bunched around her waist. She had on black stockings and a black garter belt, and hanging from the crotch of her white panties was a pendant which said her name and that she was someone’s property. She approached Paul and bent down and thanked him for her present before putting her lips to his and started to kiss him. When he opened his mouth she put her tongue into his mouth and began to French kiss him. Paul felt her naked thighs as she kissed him. She was in hell but she was determined not to get beaten. Finally she stopped the kiss and hoped that she had satisfied him. Next she approached Jane and after thanking her she began the French kiss. She was not into women in any shape or form as the shame of what she was doing was immense. As she kissed Jane, her new owner placed her hand on Claris’s backside and rubbed her through her panties. Jane finally let her finish the kiss and after allowing her to let her skirt down, she was made to walk round the room fully dressed. The pendant hit both side of her thighs as she walked. A constant reminder of her new status in life. It was probably the one act out of all the Horrible things she had been made to do that ripped the heart out of her. “ Go and stand behind your youngest daughter, and wait until you are needed. Colleen skirt up for Mr Paul”. Colleen pulled up the Red flowery knee length skirt and stood showing off her nearly black pantyhose under which she had on black hipster style panties. She was made to take off the hose and put on stockings and a black garter belt. Colleen had never before worn a garter belt. It felt strange, and to her dirty. Whist she was putting it on her young sister was made to hold up the skirt. Tears were the order of the morning as the family were brought down to another level. Paul handed over the pendant and watched as the young attractive 20 year old pulled down her panties and attached it to the crotch of the black panties. Pulling them up she heaved a huge sigh as the pendant dangled from her panties and between her thighs. Julie was next to pull up her blue denim skirt, bunching it up over her waist. A pair of blue cotton briefs was all she had under them. Taking the slave pendant from Paul she clipped it into the panties and let the pendant drop to dangle. All three were made to go and stand in front of the mirror and with their skirts and dresses pulled up high, were made to look at the image the family presented. It broke their hearts as they sobbed silently, trying not to upset their tormentors. Jane had them adjust their clothing and told both Claris and Collette to get their coats. “ A nice trip to church to ask forgiveness for your sins will be just the ticket Eh ladies”. Just before they left for church Jane added a final touch of humiliation to young Julies shame. Making her stand in front of her, she took the waist of the denim skirt and rolling it over not once but several times she shortened it to mid thigh. The tops of the stockings were visible, with about an inch of bare leg. But the coup de coeur for Jane was the fact that the pendant was visible as it dangled under the hem of the skirt from her panties. Julie was made to walk round the room, and what a sight she made as the pendant slapped against her thighs. The girl began to sob out loud as she was made to look at herself in the mirror. The shame and humiliation ran through her whole body as she look at her reflection. “ Come ladies church awaits us and you Julie behave for Mr Paul. If he tells me you do not behave you will be one sorry girl”.