The Shaming and Training Of Lisa Lus (Continued)

Naked and trembling, standing bent far over with legs spread and hands behind her head, Lisa Lus moaned softly as the three girls examined her body, fingers exploring and sometimes penetrating, but she did nothing to stop them.  The normally very shy girl hadn't wanted to take off her tight shirt or short skirt but Silvia had already noticed the fading lines on her thighs and knew what they meant.  "You'll do exactly as you're told," she'd said with a giggle, waving the photographs of Lisa wantonly plunging her fingers inside herself, "or your Aunt and Uncle will find out what a little slut you really are."  Still aching to come after being caught in the bathroom, Lisa had shuddered at the thought of the Brites having another excuse to punish her.  Remembering her discipline with leather belt, hairbrush, flyswatter, and cane, the trembling girl had very slowly slipped off the shirt, and then her skirt, to their delight.

Of course Lisa had tried to conceal the evidence of her discipline, but it was no use. As the embarrassing lines on her ass and thighs were revealed, the other girls had exchanged delighted glances. Clearly her Aunt and Uncle were quite strict indeed!

"Oh! Look at this! Were you a baaaad girrrrl?" Amanda purred. Lisa huffed in dismay and reddened to her roots.

Silvia ran her manicured fingers over the lines in mock sympathy. "Did you cryyyyy?"

Bridget chimed in with her own dulcet tones. "Are you going to cry now?" Butter would not have melted in her mouth.

Lisa had indeed began to tear up at the reminder of her punishments. Upon closer inspection, the fading marks of her painful visit from the brush were also visible, and a few welts on the edges from the belt. The girls oohed and aahed. "Bet that stung!" Lisa just managed to hold back her sobs. The three girls all silently vowed to make the slut's tears flow freely before the night was over.

"The tart probably got it for wanking herself!" Lisa wished she could melt into the floor. It was even more awful because it was true. And now they'd just caught her doing it again in the bathroom! What was wrong with he? Was she some sort of pervert?

They had hardly bothered to stifle cruel smiles, licking their lips in anticipation, knowing the threat of a harsh thrashing at home would give them tremendous leverage over the naked, trembling Lisa... which they had promptly put to work.

Card game forgotten, they'd spent hilarious several minutes ordering the breathless, blushing girl into various humiliating positions around the lounge, commenting cattily on her shaved, sticky slit and hard nipples.  Lisa pouted and whined, but dared not refuse. The girls couldn't stop giggling as Lisa's face burned and her tingling pussy creamed. "Oh my gosh, can you smell her?"

Thanks to the Brites’ shaving her bare, Lisa’s continuing arousal was all too obvious, clitoral stalk jutting out shamelessly, particularly when they grasped her engorged nipples or felt her sopping pussy.  They didn’t know about the good Doctor’s powders in her milk, of course, so they assumed they’d just lucked into finding a panting, helpless slut to play with.  Her new “friends” exchanged more shocked but pleased glances, they could hardly believe how horny she was. Dripping like a faucet, moaning and carrying on at the least touch! Tonight was going to be even more fun than they’d planned!

It was Bridget who first noticed her intact hymen, as Lisa spread herself, bent over the back of a couch for their amusement, face burning as their fingers inspected her most intimate regions. "Wow, this creamy little slut is still a cherry!"  "No way!"  "She really is a proper prick-tease!" The girls hooted with excitement, running their fingers against the thin membrane to moans from Lisa, as new possibilities for their virgin prey raced through their minds.  Looking at each other and grinning they all knew Lisa wouldn't be just teasing the boys much longer.

An increasingly desperate Lisa kept looking at the clock, terrified the boys would come back and see her nakedness, particularly her virgin pussy.  And what else would they do if they saw her wet, open lips, swollen and protruding? she wondered.  The thought made her tingle all over.

The snickering girls had her lift up her soft tits in her hands and bounce them, then stick her butt out for them.  “The boys are going to love this!” they crowed, Lisa’s face burning.  Would they really let the boys see her naked? And why were her nipples still so hard and throbbing?  Was she really just a slut?  She couldn't help thinking about the itch between her legs.  Her thighs shook with unmet need, she'd been so close when they'd interrupted her! But now she felt a chill down her spine at the next words she heard.

"I want to spank her!" yelled Amanda excitedly, waving her beer.  Bridget took Lisa firmly by a swollen nipple and led her to the couch.  "We should all spank her," agreed Silvia, sitting next to Bridget and patting her lap, tossing her long blonde curls.  Lisa whined, and Bridget gave her thighs a sharp smack to get her going.  “Go on then, you know you have it coming.  We all saw you in the bathroom!  For shame!”  Lisa flushed and swallowed her protests.

Amanda pouted.  "Why do you get her first?"  Lisa felt another chill as Silvia laughed.  "Don't worry, there's plenty of time for each of us to chastise little Lisa for her indecency before the boys get back."  She wanted the boys to see Lisa's red ass when they got back, it was part of her plan to make sure Matthew only viewed Lisa as a slut, a pathetic submissive tool to be used by everyone, Silvia’s social inferior and not in competition for girlfriend status.  The innocent Lisa could never have imagined how humiliating the night would turn out to be. 

Sure that a spanking from the girls would be painful, Lisa shook her head in negation and terror, backing away, but Silvia said angrily "Now, slut!  You'll get it a lot worse from your family if they see what you've been up to!"  Knowing it was true, reluctantly Lisa lowered her naked body over the scowling teen's lap, submitting herself for punishment.

Smack! Lisa moaned as Silvia’s scowl became a hard grin, her descending hand a blur. Smack! Smack! Silvia felt her nipples harden as her unwilling target whined and wiggled.  Smack! Smack!  This was such fun!  Smack! Smack! As Lisa yelped and jerked, Silvia wiggled her own hips as new ideas began to percolate through her mind, and her body responded. Smack! Smack!

After several minutes Lisa's asscheeks were bright pink and beginning to get sore.  Silvia was having quite a time, spanking Lisa’s bare butt was ever so gratifying!  “Take it!” she hissed, slapping the cute little posterior as hard as she could.  That would teach her to kiss Matthew! The little voice in Lisa’s head continued to insist she do as she was told.  But it hurt!  And it was so humiliating!  It wasn’t nearly as bad as what the Brites would do if they saw that photo, she kept reminding herself.  

"My turn!" shouted a slightly drunk Amanda.  Silvia gave a few last vicious slaps that made Lisa gasp before turning loose of her.  The tall brunette pulled an obedient Lisa over her long thighs, laughing.  “Let’s see if I can make you cry!”

Amanda’s long arms swung from as high as she could, quickly turning Lisa’s her haunches bright red as Lisa wriggled and moaned.  Soon she was reaching back to protect herself, and immediately found her arms pinned behind her back.

Smack! Smack! The taller girl peered into Lisa's face, looking for evidence of tears, as she delivered the hardest spanking she could, but was disappointed to see none. She'd gotten to spank her cousins while babysitting a few times last year, as well as a few of Silvia's projects her own age, and discovered she had a taste for that moment when they gave in and the facial waterworks began to flow unimpeded. The tall, athletic girl was proud of her ability to bring her victims to sobbing compliance without use of an implement. Rising to the challenge, Amanda redoubled her efforts. Smack! Smack!

Lisa, however, was determined to keep her dignity.  She wouldn’t cry! She wouldn’t!  But after a few minutes the furious assault overcame her defenses and to Amanda’s delight Lisa began could no longer sniffle back all her tears, which the girls all found hilarious.  "Awwww! Is the little diddums sad?  Is her bottom getting hot?" Smack! Smack! Smack!

At least Matthew wasn’t here to see it, Lisa thought.  Maybe she could ask him to take her away from this awful party, somewhere the two of them could be alone.  Despite her tears the thought of his hands on her made her pussy clench wetly, and Amanda didn’t fail to notice.  “Look, the little tart loves this!” she exclaimed, pointing at her spasming sex.  Lisa gave a syrupy moan and blushed hotly but didn’t dare contradict her, wishing she were anywhere else.

"Come here girl!" Eagerly Bridget took her own turn smacking Lisa's ass for several minutes of fun, peering between her thighs, and then sent the nude, scarlet-cheeked teen into the corner, copious tears dripping onto her heaving chest.  Lisa hoped they wouldn't notice the growing moisture between her legs as she stood with her nose pressed into the corner as she'd been instructed. 

The girls crowded around her admiring their work.  FLASH!

“That was lovely.”  Amanda patted Lisa’s wet face.  “My favorite part was when you cried for me.”  She couldn’t wait to discipline the little slut some more.  Her fingers drifted downward.  “Feels like you liked it too, slut!”  She giggled and wiped Lisa’s arousal across her crimson face.

The girls left her in the corner and headed to another room of the large house.  She could hear whispers and giggles as they made new plans for her.

"Do you still have your mom's kit?" 

"The one we used on Stella? And Chloe?"

"Yes,  I want to see that slut take it!"  Lisa's heart lurched.  That didn't sound promising!

The girls chatted away, heading into the large guest bathroom to “brush their hair” as Lisa pressed her nose into the corner while they prepared.

*******

"Oooof!"  Lisa grunted as a smiling Silvia rammed the end of the enema nozzle into her tight asshole.  "Sorry there's no lube.  Oh wait, here it is!  Well, too late." She patted Lisa on the bare thigh in mock comfort.  The naked teen was on hands and knees on the master bathroom’s long, white marble counter, kneeling on a towel as the other two girls gripped her wrists and ankles to keep her from interfering with what Silvia smirkingly termed her "deep cleansing."  A mirror covered the wall behind the sinks that wrapped around the room, making several mockeries of her attempts to hide her nudity.  Steam rose from the sink and Silvia winced when her hands gripped the hot bottle.

No! They mustn’t! Lisa moaned. Silvia paused, eyeing the other teen critically, her gaze drifting back to the nozzle.  She worked it in a little deeper, eyes fixed on Lisa’s face to catch every dismayed expression.  "You're a dirty, dirty girl, Lisa, and we're going to clean you out."  Lisa whined in fear as she saw the steaming bag, nozzle working in even deeper, feeling the unlubricated ridges catching on her anus. 

Silvia gleefully attached the bottle to the nozzle, and turned to face Lisa. "Now just a little squeeze and..."  Squeezing the hot bottle hurt her hands a bit, but it was so worth it to see Lisa's reaction.  Oh yes!  The dirty tart's feeling this!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"  Lisa's whine rose into a shriek as the scalding water rushed into her reddened bottom.  The girls laughed and held her struggling body as Silvia squeezed again.  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"  Tears burst from her eyes and she drummed her feet against the counter.

"That should get her nice and clean for the boys!"  Terror coursed through Lisa's veins, what did that mean?  But she was quickly distracted by another squeeze of the terrible enema bottle setting her insides on fire.

"OWWWW! Please! No more! OOOOOOOH!"

"Oh stop being so silly! It's just a little cleaning you dirty girl!"

It took six more trips to the sink with the bottle before Silvia was satisfied with the state of her begging victim.  The slender teen's abdomen was distended and bloated, and Lisa could hardly believe that was her belly in the mirror.  "Just wait till Matthew sees you now!" she smirked as she tugged the nozzle out with a POP! that made Lisa gasp.

Lisa couldn't bear the thought of Matthew and the boys seeing her like this.  The very thought made her lightheaded with shame.  And yet, still her pussy was getting wetter. Her head swam.

Silvia looked the results over with unmistakable satisfaction, rubbing the swollen belly as Lisa grimaced.  She ran a finger along Lisa's nether lips, tweaking her clit to hear her moan, and then wiped it contemptuously on the girl's face, indicting Lisa's burning face with her own betraying scent.  "Ha, you really like this, don't you slut!"  It wasn't a question.

Silvia gripped Lisa’s chin and looked her in the eye, reveling in her submission.  Lisa stared back resentfully, lips trembling, tears still dripping.  Humiliating this girl was soaking Silvia’s panties, the boys were taking forever and she needed relief soon.  It was time to raise things a notch, to crush any of the girl’s remaining defiance and then have some real fun with her.

"Now, you're going to hold that until you've earned the right to use the toilet, understand?"  Lisa nodded dumbly, trying to adjust to the weight of the liquid sloshing around inside her.  She needed to go!  Before Matthew could see her!  And she still desperately needed to come, the chemicals making her skin nearly buzz with need.

With a free hand, Bridget lubed up a large black anal plug and handed it to Silvia, who unceremoniously jammed it into their sobbing victim. 

"Ooof!"  Lisa couldn't believe she actually felt fuller after this violation.  And she still needed to go so badly!

"Wouldn't want any leaks while we deal with you, would we?"  Amanda laughed and tapped the plug, drawing deep moans from Lisa.  She'd never imagined this sort of embarrassment was even possible.  Surely she would wake up soon.

Sensing Lisa’s shame, Silvia’s nipples ached with desire and she surreptitiously gave them a squeeze as she contemplated the delicious evening ahead.  She’d been anticipating humbling Lisa all day, even before she'd learned about the little tart's liberties with Matthew, but the lustful way their victim was reacting to everything just made it so much better.  They were going to teach this slut the meaning of shame and obedience! 

The other girls exchanged smug glances, they hadn’t missed Silvia’s hand sneaking into her top.  They were looking forward to quenching their own amorous lusts at Lisa's expense. 

“Now to put you in your place.”  The satisfaction in her voice was unmistakable. Silvia thrilled inside to the idea of breaking the girl to her will.  And the boys would be right chuffed to come home and find Lisa totally at their mercy!

Lisa moaned in fear as Silvia calmly picked up a hairbrush from the counter drawer, licking her lips in anticipation, casually tapping Lisa's bottom several times before drawing her arm back. Lisa winced in anticipation. Not the brush again! Oh it was going to hurt! Silvia looked at her friends and grinned as she delivered.  WHACK! It was time for Lisa to learn her place! WHACK! Silvia didn't hold back. WHACK! WHACK!

Lisa wailed as the growing fire in her bottom competed with her intestinal distress.  WHACK! She gritted her teeth, riding out the pain until more arrived. WHACK! Silvia was spacing them out just enough to allow the full sting to set in, watching the tears squeeze from her victim's eyelids with immense satisfaction. WHACK! Lisa's willpower had dissolved under the awful assault. WHACK! She would just have to do whatever they wanted, endure everything they did to her, if only so they'd let her go. Oh, how she had to go!  WHACK!  Oh, but it hurt so much! WHACK!  Would it ever end?  WHACK!

Meanwhile Silvia was having a marvelous time.  WHACK! The little bitch was getting it now! WHACK! Think you can just kiss Matthew and get away with it?  WHACK! Think again! WHACK! And they had a lot more fun planned for her later.  WHACK!  Biting her lip, Silvia's pretty face crinkled into a lewd smile and her pussy clenched wetly as she thought about Lisa’s evening.  WHACK!

"Ahh please!  Not so hard!"  WHACK! Lisa struggled but the two other girls held her fast on her perch above the sink, legs spread so Silvia could access her inner thighs as well.  SMACK!  She howled and pleaded.  SMACK! Lisa wiggled and thrashed as the burning intensified, tears pouring from her eyes. At least the boys couldn't see her getting spanked like a child by the hateful Silvia.  WHACK!

"Oww!  Please, stop!  I'll be good!  I'll do whatever you want!  Oh, it hurts!"  The unfortunate teen squalled and bucked as her exhilarated romantic rival thoroughly thrashed her bottom and thighs as hard as she could, in symphony with the painful cramps beginning in her guts.  After several of the most painful and humiliating minutes of her life Lisa was squalling and gasping, hardly able to form words but still trying to signal her total surrender.  Desperate for relief Lisa’s blurry eyes tried to focus on the door to the small room containing the toilet, next to the shower.  She’d do anything if they’d just let her go!  WHACK!

"Whatever we want?" Silvia drew out the question until it was practically a drawl, continuing her assault on the broken teen.  SMACK!  The girls all giggled as Lisa wailed and sobbed, unaware her promise was about to make things much worse for her.  "Yes! Anything!  Anything at all! Please, please, please, just stop and let me go!"

Hearing these words, finally Silvia could wait no longer.  With a growl of lust she planted her tight butt on the counter in front of Lisa and spread her legs wide, handing the brush to Amanda.  Her lips gleamed wetly and the other two girls gasped and covered their smiles at her boldness as her scent filled the room. Silvia's eyes flashed hungrily.

"Well Lisa, looks like correcting you left me quite a mess down there.  Be a dear and clean it up before you go, won't you?" Silvia asked sweetly.  The tipsy popular girls all giggled and exchanged more knowing looks.  It wasn’t the first time they’d brought a rival girl to heel... or to pussy.  It was always such fun breaking them in. The look of shock never got old, nor did the dawning realization that yes, the little miss was going to lick muff. She didn't yet know she'd be licking all of them.

Horrified, Lisa found her innocent young face pressed into a girl's crotch for the first time, as Silvia smiled and flexed her hips greedily, eager for Lisa to perform the ultimate submission.  Recoiling from the smell, Lisa felt another SMACK! and squealed.  Bridget leaned in and tapped the plug as another cramp shook her insides painfully.  "Better make her come if you want to go," she taunted.  SMACK! "And I won't stop until she comes, so..." SMACK!

"Ow! Wahaa! Please no!" SMACK! SMACK! Bridget giggled fiercely and really laid it into the swollen cheeks, hitting the same spots over and over. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Lisa howled in response as Bridget preened, nearly forgetting her gastric distress for a moment.

Amanda leaned in on her long legs as well.  “Kiss it,’ she hissed, trying not to giggle.  Enough fooling around, she wanted to see Lisa get her friend off!  She gave Lisa another WHACK! with her own brush for emphasis.  Sobbing, Lisa bent forward, resigned to her fate.

Lisa had never considered kissing another girl on the mouth, let alone anywhere else.  She knew such things happened, but she'd never imagined herself doing it!  She wrinkled her nose.  The smell of girl privates!  Ew!   And yet she felt her own pussy reacting, clenching and dripping.  The chemicals and alcohol made her want to be submissive and compliant even though she didn’t like it.  Another SMACK! brought her back to her current task, whining piteously., tears dripping onto Silvia's spread thighs.  SMACK!

Reluctantly Lisa pressed her lips to the wet fabric, tasting Silvia’s juices.  She made a face.  Silvia grinned down at her fiercely.  This was going to be so good!

SMACK! “Take them down!” ordered Bridget sternly.

It was so unfair!  SMACK! But clearly she had no choice.  She began tugging down Silvia's panties to reveal the smooth mound beneath, the musky scent now much stronger, nearly overpowering.  SMACK! "With your teeth slut."  SMACK! "The gusset, not the waistband!" Moaning, Lisa did as she'd been told, grimacing as her first taste of wet girl crotch filled her mouth, the cramps in her belly and burning in her ass pushing her onward.  It didn't matter how awful it was, she had to do whatever they wanted!   Oh, why was her own pussy dripping down her legs?  Silvia peered down at her intently, the corners of her crimson-painted lips drawn with pleasure as she savored Lisa's dilemma.

Finally Silvia kicked away the panties impatiently as they reached her ankles and settled back against the mirrored wall with her legs wide, eyes closed and smiling.  Lisa wiped away tears and stared aghast at the glistening purple, swollen folds of Silvia’s wet pussy inches in front of her, creamy and streaked with white mucus.  Did they really expect her to kiss that?  Did she really have to?  Surely not! Surely this was all a bad dream she would wake up from.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  Seeing Lisa's hesitance, Amanda laid on the hairbrush as a grinning Bridget held the girl's howling face between their friend's legs with a firm grip on her slender neck.  Bridget glanced at her taller friend’s mockingly stern face as they grappled with an unhappy Lisa, knowing from her friend’s hungry expression that they were both eager for their own turns.  This was the most fun they’d had with a girl in a while! And they were far from done!

SMACK! Making a face, Lisa tried to lick around the white globs. But Bridget saw and made her lick them up. SMACK! "Show me ," she commanded, and Lisa opened her mouth to show Silvia's cream on her tongue. Amanda nearly fell over laughing.

SMACK! Lisa jerked away from the stinging brush. Abandoning herself to her task despite her distaste, Lisa began kissing and licking frantically.  SMACK! Panting, Silvia squeezed her own breasts, rubbing her nipples as she firmly directed Lisa's attentions to her lips below with her other hand, gripping the girl’s hair.   Her friends exchanged amused looks, they'd never seen her so excited during one of their little subversions.

SMACK! The other two girls continued to encourage Lisa's efforts with words and swats. “That’s it girl!  Get your tongue in there!”

Yelping and flinching from each blow, finally Lisa's inexperienced tongue found Silvia's clitoral bud and Silvia begun to jerk and shudder her way to orgasm as Lisa licked and kissed the sensitive lips. It felt so good! Sensing their friend’s urgency, Bridget and Amanda really laid it on, coaxing even more enthusiasm from their victim.  SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Oooh! Ooh yes, just like that you little slut! Ohh! OH! OOOOOOOOOH YES!"  Silvia threw her head back in ecstasy, blonde curls flying everywhere, grinding her crotch into Lisa's face as the waves of pleasure overtook her.  This was already turning out to be quite a night! 

Finally the incredible sensations began to fade and Silvia relaxed her thighs’ grip on Lisa’s head.  "Good girl."  Silvia stumbled back off the bathroom counter, trying to get her breathing under control.  She took another drink of beer and patted Lisa's red butt fondly, imagining what else they could do with the submissive Lisa.  They had all summer to enjoy this little slut!

Amanda leaned over and rubbed Lisa’s sopping slit, holding up a wet finger in disgust.  “The little tart likes it as well!”  It wasn’t true!  But she couldn’t refute the evidence Amanda was waving around the bathroom.  Bridget laughed and flinched as Amanda threatened her with the moistened finger.  Silvia just lay back contentedly.

“No, don’t get it on me!  Ewww!”  The other two girls were mock fighting over Lisa's secretions, whose pussy-reeking face burned hot at their comments.

But she had larger concerns.  Still on hands and knees on the sink in front of the mirror, Lisa danced in agony, waving her red buttocks, the cramping getting worse.  "Please, please can I go now?"

"Not quite yet, you haven't earned it," Silvia said with a wink to Bridget and Amanda that made Lisa's stomach fall.   For the next twenty minutes the other two girls enjoyed their own turns up on the counter, panties discarded on the floor with a predatory giggle, as Lisa gained more shameful experience in pleasing the fairer sex.  It was awful but she had no choice!  They'd punish her!  And she'd get it at home ten times worse!  Lisa was surprised that Bridget's lips were tangier than Silvia, while Amanda hardly seemed to have any scent or taste.  And Silvia was happy to continue giving her tips to get her friends off while applying the brush.  "Get in there slut, really make out with it!  Get your tongue inside!" SMACK!

Lisa's tongue began to get sore as the other girls moaned in pleasure, her own unsated needs pulsing in nipples and dripping mound, belly cramping, ass burning.  SMACK!   Why was she so turned on by this?

Finally all three girls had enjoyed her oral attentions to their satisfaction, and the fully sated threesome were now primping and posing in the mirror, having retrieved their panties and clothes.  As Lisa begged to be released they were making the still-tearful girl choke out various humiliating phrases like “thank you for cleaning me out,” and “thank you for allowing me to service you,” blushing madly, their taste still filling her senses.  It was all horrible enough without them teasing her for it as well!

Still wriggling and moaning in severe gastric distress, Lisa heard a commotion outside beneath the gales of laughter from her new friends, but was far too distracted to take any notice.  "Thank you for spanking me! I was a bad girl who needed punishing! Now, can I go now? Please please please!"  The cramping was getting worse.  She was bursting!  She had to go!  Had to!

"Certainly, dear.  Just... one more thing." Silvia grinned and opened the bathroom door wide.  Matthew stood in the master bedroom agape, holding a 12-pack of beer, unable to believe what he was seeing.  Lisa's red asscheeks, dripping virgin pussy, plugged rosebud, swollen belly, and firm young tits were all on display, as was her shocked, crying face, make-up smeared with tears and girl-juices, gyrating her body in desperate need as cramps shook her.  The dripping enema bag hung from a hook, the nozzle pointing at her accusingly.  The bathroom reeked of pussy, the pussies she'd been desperately servicing, though at least he didn't know that. 

Their eyes met and she froze, lips trembling.  No!  This couldn‘t be happening! It was worse than she'd imagined possible.

Silvia grinned at Matthew.  POP!  All thoughts of asking Matthew to rescue her from this mortifying party fled Lisa's mind as Silvia pulled out the anal plug right in front of him.  The other boys hooted and hollered as they jockeyed behind him to catch glimpses inside the bathroom, all her gaping private areas and embarrassingly distended belly reflected everywhere by the mirrored walls.  So horrified by her intimate exposure to the boys she briefly forgot her cramping gut, Lisa tried desperately to close her legs and cover herself but the giggling girls held her fast, giggling and slapping her red thighs and butt.  Oh no!  They were seeing everything!  Everything she'd had done to her in the bathroom! With her belly sticking out! She'd never recover from this!

FLASH!  Silvia immortalized the moment with a photo, then left the bathroom and shut the door on the disappointed boys with a jolly wave as Lisa was released to throw open the toilet door, slamming it shut behind her.  "Just wait till later boys, she'll be showing you everything you want!"

Lisa barely heard the ominous words, as relief flooded through her like a tidal wave.

*******

Cleaned up and recovered from her bathroom ordeal, Lisa considered the cards in front of her, belly still cramping a bit as she adjusted to the emptiness.  She was unable to look anyone in the eye, especially the boys, who were still nudging each other and smirking.  She hadn't wanted to play again, suspecting where it might lead, but the other teens had cajoled her with promises of fun, remonstrations to “not be such a baby” and “be a good sport,” and Silvia had finally dealt her trump card.  "Bet your Aunt would love that last picture!"  Lisa had swallowed and accepted the hand she was dealt, and tried not to imagine her Aunt's livid face as she swung the horrid leather belt into her throbbing cheeks, remonstrating and chastising.

Everyone showed their cards and Lisa had another losing hand; the rules of the game were the winner got to take a drink and the low hand had to remove a piece of clothing.  Amanda had already stripped to her lacy underwear, dancing and teasing the cheering boys as she lowered her skirt, bouncing her large breasts in her bra provocatively, and Bridget had shimmied out of her skintight jeans as they leered, swaying her hips to the loud dance music on the stereo to applause from the table.  The boys were all down to their boxers, and Lisa thought it was fortunate their waists were all below table level, not least because her throbbing need hadn't subsided at all.  From the way they moved he knew their... things must be hard and uncomfortable.

Early on Lisa had won most of the hands, the alcohol and winning giving the shy girl some confidence that maybe the rest of the night wouldn’t be too bad, but now she was on a bit of a losing streak.  Silvia flashed a devilish smile. "Time for that skirt to come off!"  Lisa stood and reluctantly slipped off the short skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the tiny thong panties.  The other three girls giggled and winked at each other; Lisa's changes in fortune were no accident.  She lost her shirt on the next turn, covering her swollen nipples with an arm as the girls teased her and the boys practically drooled.  The flustered teen really wanted to leave before things went further but she knew she had no choice but to take whatever she had coming from the group.   She had to do what she was told!

She lost the next hand as well, and in a daze she had to slowly slide her tiny underwear down again, trying to cover her crotch with a hand as one of the boys downed a sip of beer.  "Look at this wet slut's panties!" the boys crowed, grabbing her panties from her and passing around the soaked garment, sniffing and chortling as Lisa's face burned redder than her ass.  Silvia was elated that the guys were beginning to see Lisa for what she was.  But they were far from finished putting Lisa in her proper place.

Naked and a bit numb from the alcohol, Lisa’s dismay increased as she narrowly lost another hand.  She'd almost forgotten her scalded rectum in her discomfiture at being the only one naked.  Fortunately, she had no more clothes to lose, she thought to herself.  But she didn't like the way the girls were all grinning at each other.

"No clothes left, but we need a forfeit... hmm, maybe instead you can let the boys feel those tits you've been hiding."  Lisa shook her head, and covered her chest with both arms, but a smiling Amanda held up the hairbrush and waggled it till she relented, the alcohol and chemicals in her blood making her submit, shivering at the thought of another painful spanking.

Uncrossing her arms, she reluctantly bared her full, girlish breasts with their swollen nipples, running her hands over her waist nervously.   Bridget shoved her forward to lean over the table, holding her arms behind her, and the boys all eagerly grasped and squeezed the soft flesh of her teenage boobs for several minutes.  Lisa’s breath came in short gasps, as her clit throbbed and her face burned, she could see the boys’ hardness as they stood up to lean, and it made her blood rush even as her stomach fell.  What would they do to her? Why had she come to this party?  And why was her pussy getting wetter? Was she really a slut like everyone said?

Her next cards weren't any better.  "Time for another forfeit," Silvia crowed.   "I know! Spread your legs and show everyone your pussy!" laughed Bridget a little drunkenly.  She had always been curious about other girls.  She'd enjoyed stripping Lisa before their bathroom fun immensely, and relished another opportunity to explore the female anatomy while humiliating Lisa. 

"Go on, don't pretend you don't like showing yourself off girl!  The boys all want to see!"  chimed in the other girls.

In a trance of humiliation Lisa slowly obeyed, knowing they would just spank her into compliance otherwise, and tattle on her to her guardians, who would happily spank her quite a lot more.  They made her get on the card table on hands and knees, head down, and spread her dripping pussy wide.  The boys were especially keen to run their hands over her wet lips, teasing her clit...  and then Silvia spread Lisa's pussy lips so everyone at the table could sample her hymen with their fingers, oohing and aahing at the thin membrane as Lisa wished a hole would swallow her up.

"A virgin! The little tart really is a cock-tease isn't she!"  Flicking her clit and nipples, the boys began to joke about who was getting harder, them or Lisa.  The girls took advantage as well, pinching and squeezing her nether lips to hear her gasp and shriek. Everyone agreed her body was a garden of delights, slapping her red ass when she moaned resentfully or flinched away.

Lisa was very confused, she didn't like being the center of their cruel attentions but the fingers felt so good, rubbing her clit and pussy.  The thought of the boys’ stiff, twitching cocks just inches away made her head swim with the combination of terror and lust.  She began to flex her hips against their fingers, feeling herself get closer to relief.  Oh it was good!   Oooh!  Just a few moments more...

With sparkling eyes Silvia watched her reactions closely, smirking and calling a halt just as Lisa's excitement began building to a climax, leaving the poor girl squirming and gasping.  She wanted the girl's first public orgasm to be a bit more entertaining… and humiliating. "Stand up, slut!" Lisa was practically vibrating with the need to come, but she did as ordered.

They made Lisa go to the kitchen and fetch more beer on trembling legs, laughing as she tried feebly to cover herself.  While traversing the massive kitchen she passed a large rack of spatulas, which made her very nervous with their long handles and flat surfaces.  She hoped the others wouldn't notice them. As she retrieved several fresh bottles, she spied a small empty glass in the fridge near the beer, which she supposed must be for hard liquor. But why was it kept chilled?

Back at the table Lisa lost again, her cards not even close to the others.  The group chatted happily about her next forfeit.  “Everyone give her a smack!  No, ten smacks!   Lisa, bend over the table, grab the far end.”  The luckless girl complied dazedly, looking at the clock, just hoping this would all be over soon so she could go home. 

Smack! “Stick your butt out, girl!  Further!”  Flushed with shame Lisa strained to comply, far too aware of the boys’ leers as she positioned her small, vulnerable cheeks before them, dreading what was to come.  Smack! Why did everyone have to spank her all the time? It was so unfair! Smack! Tears filled her eyes.

“Come on, everyone take your turn!”  Smack! Smack! Smack!  Lisa wiggled and moaned as they queued up behind her.  Smack! Smack! Smack!  Everyone swung their hands as hard as they could, vying to get the best reaction out of Lisa. Smack! "Ow! Oh! Oh please, it hurts!" Smack!

Lisa's hair was seized and Silvia's expectantly grinning face was suddenly inches away as she handed something to someone behind Lisa, another girl grasping poor Lisa's chin as Silvia watched her expression carefully.  “And for the lucky winner…”  WHOOSH-CRACK!  “OWWWWWWW!” Lisa howled as her bottom suddenly exploded in pain, jumping up and rubbing her scorched fanny to the others’ laughter.  Amanda, who had had the high hand, smirked as she handed the large walnut paddle back to Silvia, who had procured the implement from her father’s study while Lisa was in the kitchen.  The willful Silvia had felt it numerous times herself growing up, and knew Lisa’s butt would be stinging madly for several minutes. Seeing the little bitch's reaction close up was priceless!  

Spanking Lisa was such fun the teens decided to do it again after the next hand.   Smack! Smack! Smack!   Everyone commented delightedly on how red her ass was getting as they plied their hands.  The paddle was located and everyone watched Lisa's face as it descended.

CRACK! This time one of the boys had taken the honor of swinging the paddle into the wailing virgin's red cheeks, making her dance in pain for their amusement, tears dripping.  It hurt!  Oh, how it hurt! Lisa was starting to wonder if she'd have been better off staying at home with the Brites.

Play resumed as Lisa very gingerly took her seat, and soon she somehow yet again had the low hand.  "We want a show!" said one of the girls, taking a drink.  "Yeah! Show the boys how you make yourself come!"  Another twirled the paddle menacingly.  “Unless you’d rather we all paddle you!”  The boys were speechless, watching this unfold.  Were they really going to see Lisa masturbate?  This was even better than they’d expected!

Lisa herself was stricken.  She could feel Matthew's rapt gaze on her and it made her face burn even hotter, nipples and clit throbbing.  She wanted to come more than anything, but not like this!  To have Matthew and his friends see her most private moment was intolerable!  He’d think she was nothing but a tart!  She saw Silvia looking very smug and realized with renewed shame that this was part of her scheme to deliver Lisa's comeuppance, though she still didn’t understand why.

"Please, no! Don't make me do that!" But with mocking smiles the other two girls grabbed her legs and spread them wide as Silvia forced her to lean back in the chair, pulling her shoulders against the back.   "Touch yourself for us, slut, or we'll make sure your Aunt and Uncle give you two dozen with the cane."  Silvia gave her a sly smile and fingered the fading marks on her thighs lovingly. 

Lisa didn't want to comply, but terror of the cane made her nod in acquiescence.  Anyways, she needed to come so badly!

Lisa reached down and began tentatively stroking and circling, one hand caressing her nipples and breasts, the other her swollen bud.   The boys hooted encouragement and the girls giggled and whispered unbelievably rude things as the delicious feelings filled her young body. Closing her eyes, she was trying to ignore the stares and comments, to get this over with as soon as possible without giving them too much to look at.  But the alcohol and chemicals in her body quickly took over, and her audience grinned at each other as increasingly plaintive moans and gasps began to escape her, fingers slipping inside her wet hole.  "Oh! Oooh! Oooh!"

"Look at the little tart go!"

"She really likes it!"

"Oh! Oh! Oooh!" Someone grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her pussy.  Shocked, she opened her eyes.  Silvia held her wet fingers, halting her climb to heaven.  Lisa whined piteously as Silvia gave her a harsh smile.  “Not yet.  Beg for it first.”

Pussy clenching, spread thighs twitching, Lisa was far past preserving any dignity.  “Oh! Please… please let me come…”  She strained to reach her pussy again.  Just a little more was all she needed…

Silvia scowled and held her fast, not relenting. “You can do better than that, dirty girl.  Do I need the paddle?”

Lisa flushed with even greater humiliation than before, redness spreading down her face to her shoulders.  “Please… let this dirty slut.. come for your amusement...oh please let me, I need it so bad…oh please...”  Silvia smiled at the real urgency in her words and knew she had this bitch. The other girls howled with laughter and the boys high-fived and whooped, eyes still locked between her legs.

Still not satisfied, the girls demanded several more degrading additions to her pathetic pleas, everyone but Lisa finding them most hilarious.  She had to describe (and apologize for) the feelings in all her most intimate areas in excruciating detail, as the group teased and prodded and poked.

Finally, Silvia released her to continue the demeaning spectacle.  “Make it a good show, slut,” she told the quaking girl, indicating the paddle with her eyes, "or you'll regret it."

Lisa hardly needed encouragement as she resumed her forced self-gratification, fingers diving back to her delicious hole and attending to her throbbing buttons with zeal.  Soon Lisa nearly forgot everyone was there watching as the intense feelings overtook her, fingers a blur on her clit.  It only took a minute before Lisa saw stars as her cunt spasmed, overwhelming her with wave after wave of unstoppable pleasure.  Giving up any pretense of hiding her reactions, she wiggled her fingers frantically inside herself and shrieked. "OOOH YES! YES!"

Only able to think about finally achieving her long-delayed climax, the colors exploding behind her closed eyes left Lisa blissfully unaware of the FLASH! in front of her.  Finally after what seemed like hours she collapsed, laying back exhausted, gradually becoming aware of the boys rapt, twitching gazes and uncomfortable shifting in their seats.   Shame threatened to overwhelm her relief as she realized their things must be hard -- hard from seeing her come!  Oh no, they'd seen everything, what must they think of her? What did Matthew think? And what would they do next?

Silvia could not have been more pleased.  She’d never expected it to be this easy, the other girls they’d dominated hadn’t responded so submissively or with such animation.  The little slut really gave them a performance!  She couldn't wait to share the picture with Lisa's Aunt, she sounded very strict and would doubtless deal with her errant niece's shameless masturbation quite harshly. Maybe she'd even get to watch!  And Matthew seemed ready for the next part of her plan to demonstrate Lisa was nothing more than a cheap tart, certainly not the sort one made a girlfriend. The evening was coming together perfectly!

For her part, Lisa couldn't believe what she'd just done.  Head hanging in shame, panting and recovering as the others continued playing cards as though nothing had happened, she lost another hand.  "I believe Matthew had high card," said Amanda coyly.  "So he does." Silvia agreed, and a look of understanding passed between the three popular girls.  "It's time.  Under the table, Lisa."

Still flushed and breathing hard from her recent orgasm, Lisa sat frozen, trying to cover her naked body with the losing cards. Why did they want her under there?  And what about Matthew? What had he won?

Sensing her confusion, Silvia leaned in and whispered three words in Lisa's ear.  Lisa looked stricken and shook her head.  Silvia leaned in again and repeated the words more firmly. Lisa just gaped in horror. Surely they couldn't want her to do that! She looked around for an escape, but Amanda was already standing behind her, grinning crookedly and holding the dreaded paddle.

"Now don't pretend you don't love doing it! We've all seen you!"

Laughing, Amanda and Bridget took hold of her arms and began forcing her under the table.   Cards flew everywhere as Lisa struggled weakly but was too dazed to resist much.

"And don't swallow it, show it to me instead, slut." Silvia hissed in her ear as Lisa made her way under the card table, facing Matthew, until just her bottom was sticking out from the small card table, and her face was in a grinning Matthew's lap.

"And since you seem to need some motivation..."  Silvia swung the hairbrush into a sore, purple buttock.  SMACK! Lisa gasped and squeezed Matthew's legs as her butt smarted. SMACK! The brush bit into her other buttock.

"OW!  Please no!  Just let me go home!"  SMACK! Lisa jerked away from the blow, pushing her face into Matthew's lap as her breath hitched.

"That's more like it. Besides, I thought you fancied Matthew!" SMACK!  Silvia met Matthew's wide eyes over the table and winked merrily.

"Go on, get to work!" SMACK! Lisa yelped and began to sob.

"Don't be such a crybaby!" SMACK!  The other girls began teasing her.

“Stop crying! It’s the rules of the game silly!” SMACK!

“Don’t be such a prude! I can’t believe we invited you!” SMACK!

“Aren't you even a little grown up, virgin?”  SMACK! Their words stung and she kept hearing that little voice in her head.  Must do as she’s told!

Under the table, Lisa’s face was shoved between Matthew’s legs with each blow, his thing rubbing against her face through the fabric as she grimaced.  Despite the sharp pain in her rear end, Lisa balked at the bulging boxers, manhood twitching beneath.  She did not want... that... in her mouth! But another SMACK! urged her onward.

"Better get to work, I won't stop till you're done." Silvia warned her sweetly.  SMACK!  Tears streamed from Lisa's eyes.  It was so unfair!  SMACK! But her butt really hurt, and she could see no way out. Reluctantly she took hold of Matthew's waistband and pulled.

Matthew could hardly believe his luck as Lisa tugged his boxers over his erect cock, yelping with each blow of incentive, and finally took his twitching purple shaft between her soft warm lips.

"She's done it!" the girls crowed.  "She's really done it!"

Silvia paused the spanking of Lisa's ass to wink at Matthew again, who was gasping and grasping the table with his hands. "Yes," she cooed, "isn't it delightful?" Silvia didn't like giving oral sex herself, but now she didn't have to. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, much to Lisa's chagrin. She'd been kissing those lips herself not three hours ago! And now she was sucking his cock instead, while Silvia looked down at her contemptuously, mouth locked passionately to Matthew's.

SMACK! Silvia ended the kiss, licking her lips and resuming Lisa's painful spanking. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Lisa wailed around the hard cock, working it best she could. It was only a couple minutes before the others at the table could see Matthew's jaw clenching and his face reddening.   The other teens cheered them on, accompanied by Silvia’s percussive rejoinders.

"The little slut's really sucking him!" SMACK! 

"Fill that tart's mouth!"  SMACK! 

“Empty his balls, Lisa!”  SMACK!

Beneath the table, Lisa worked her mouth and hands over him, inexpertly but with increasing enthusiasm as her sore bottom heated up under Silvia's attention.  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! Finally he gripped the edges of the tables and his eyes rolled back.  "YES! SUCK IT YOU LITTLE SLUT!" he shouted, nearly standing up as he thrust into her mouth.  "YES!"

Silvia could hardly have been more pleased.

Having sucked off the woodsman a day prior, her first such experience, Lisa now knew what to expect as he stiffened.  Unfortunately this time she was going to have to take the disgusting mess in her mouth and show it to iylvia, she supposed to show she'd really done it, though he could hardly have been faking.  She just hoped they wouldn't make her swallow it.  She couldn't swallow it! Anything but that!

She felt his whole body tense, and then nearly choked as the shaft begin pumping into her.  It seemed to go on and on forever, until finally Matthew relaxed with a sigh and a huge smile, leaning back as Lisa held her lips carefully closed.  She mustn't spill a drop! Or she'd be punished!  Ugh, the taste! It was awful!

"Open." Silvia was delighted. It was glorious, come covered her tongue, stuck to her teeth and palate, and was practically spilling from her lips. Some had ended up on her cheeks and chin despite her best efforts. FLASH!  Silvia had so many compromising pictures now. Perhaps she'd dole them out to the Brites gradually during the coming summer weeks, so Lisa could be disciplined over and over for the night's debaucheries. She'd certainly be in for a doozy when this one surfaced! The thought made Silvia's thighs twitch.

Lisa emerged from under the table, grimacing mouth open obediently to show her shame.  Perhaps if she was good they'd ease up.  At least they hadn't raped her, she was still whole. She could still save her virginity for her husband, or at least a serious boyfriend. She tried not to think of the pictures and what Silvia might do with them.

Silvia nodded approvingly.  “Well done, slut.”  Despite herself Lisa glowed inside at the praise.  Maybe they’d let her go home now.  But right now she just wanted to spit out this gross stuff in her mouth!

Silvia smiled, and to her relief held out the chilled shot glass for her spit into.  She spat again and again, trying to get every bit out, until she’d filled the small vessel about a third full.  Bridget took it to the kitchen to place it in the refrigerator, while Silvia turned to the other two boys, who were high-fiving Matthew as he tried to regain his composure. Amanda handed Lisa a bottle of antiseptic mouthwash with a sly grin.

"But don't you two feel a little left out?"

"Hell yeah!"  The boys' grins were wide. Lisa felt faint and her knees nearly buckled. She began to choke on the mouthwash, spraying it everywhere. The girls slapped each other and nearly fell over laughing.

"Lisa, back under the table.  Remember, show me when you're done!"  From Lisa’s expression they could tell it was the last thing she’d wanted to hear. "Unless you want your Aunt to see!"

Not again! But she had to do as she was told!  With a sigh of resignation, Lisa figured she'd better just get it over with as fast as possible. She reluctantly climbed back under the table, scarlet asscheeks sticking out the other side of the card table. 

She was really doing it again! The boys exchanged amazed glances, until one of them gasped, eyes wide.  SMACK!  Lisa squealed around the older boy’s cock, as the girls happily motivated her efforts.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

*******

Lisa groaned as the medium binder clip was attached to her distended left nipple by a grinning Bridget, followed by Amanda with the right. 

"Shush, you know you like it really!"  Lisa did not like it, at all, but she wisely kept quiet except for the moans she couldn't suppress, her eyes darting to the implement on the desk of the study.

After Lisa had spit in the shot glass and used mouthwash again twice, and the girls had cleaned up a bit (but worryingly remained in their various states of undress) the party games had moved on into the study, on hardwood floors between walls lined with oak bookshelves full of leather-bound books, the smell of dust and bindings dominating the room.  Silvia had whispered something to Amanda, whose eyes had lit up.  They had bounded off into the study, dragging Lisa behind them, and Lisa had felt a chill run down her spine when she saw what the other girl was gleefully bending between her hands.
 
"The little tart will certainly feel this!"

"Yes, this will teach her a proper lesson!"

Of course Amanda, Bridget, and Silvia already knew it would, as they'd used it to chastise other girls back during the school year, girls who had earned their particular ire by flirting with a boy they liked, or showing them up, or just through bad luck.  And of course Silvia had learned the lesson a time or two herself, when her father felt the belt or paddle wasn’t enough education.  Silvia couldn't wait for Lisa to find out, too. This would put the little bitch in her place!  She was going to writhe and beg and do even more for them! It would be such fun!

Meanwhile, the boys could hardly believe their luck.  First she'd sucked them off, now they'd get to see her caned!  Bare, probably!  But they still had no idea just how much was in store for poor Lisa Lus tonight.

But first, there was more frolicking to attend to.  The new "party game" involved Lisa first grasping her elbows behind her back while standing, and having her arms bound there firmly with a belt.  She stuck her red swollen butt out and with a smirking Bridget quipped "Cheeky!"  as she placed the pencil between her cheeks and told her to hold it there, patting both her face and ass cheeks at the same time. The other six teens then lined up, boy/girl, in a line six people long, alternating sides. 

Lisa was to walk the "gauntlet" of teens holding a pencil between her buttcheeks and a full plastic beer cup with her mouth, as they took turns spanking their unfortunate party guest.  If she dropped the pencil or spilled the beer, she earned a stroke with the cane, to be recorded on the study's large chalkboard, and everyone took a drink.  When they were done they’d take her in the master bedroom and the boys would deliver the toll.

Lisa received these instructions with a growing sense of terror. More spanking on her sore butt was bad enough, but not the cane! That would hurt so much! Amanda made a mocking pouty face as she spilled a little more beer into the cup held between Lisa's trembling lips, till it was nearly at the rim.

“Off you go girl! Hold those buns tight!” Smack! A grinning Silvia started her off on her trip to gales of laughter.  Smack! Smack! Smack!  Lisa yelped and moaned as the handprints were briefly outlined on her purple buttocks.  It stung! Why, why did everyone have to spank her?  And why did it make her pussy throb so?

"Wiggle that fat ass for us!"  Indeed Lisa could hardly avoid doing so as the stinging mounted, her globes jiggling.  Smack!

To her relief, Lisa made it through the first few gauntlets with relative ease, the hard hand smacks drawing tears and yelps, but hardly the uncontrolled reaction of leather or wood, resulting in Lisa not dropping the pencil from between her cheeks even once, and only spilling a few drops of beer, too small to be noticed.  The boys enjoyed her yips and jerks, which gave them glances between her legs and sent ripples through her full breasts, but Lisa was consumed with relief that she'd so far avoided the cane.  It would have hurt so much! 

Annoyed, Silvia retrieved a trio of plastic and wood hairbrushes from the bathroom to pass around.  Lisa's stomach fell as they took up position again. She began to cry hopelessly at the sight of the implements being rubbed gleefully against hands. This was going to hurt! She'd be sure to fail! And then she'd get the cane on top! Oh no oh no oh no!

"This should make things more interesting!" 

"Look, she's already blubbering!"

The boys licked their lips, eager to see the naked girl dance, bouncing her soft tits and exposing the shaved charms between her legs. The girls exchanged pleased glances. It was becoming quite an evening of fun!

CRACK!  SMACK!  CRACK! SMACK! The teens swung hard and fast. Lisa howled, stumbling forward to escape the burning, spilling beer everywhere, the pencil clattering on the floor, tears flooding her eyes so she could hardly see where she was going. 

"That's one!"

Everyone guffawed a the spectacle of the staggering Lisa, then pulled her back into line and got the pencil ready.  Silvia was delighted, she'd have the little slut lick the beer up off the hardwood a bit later.  Right before the night’s real fun...

*******

"Are you enjoying our game, dear?"

Lisa moaned in fear as she heard the SWISH behind her, one of the boys practicing for her strokes as they joked and laughed, the taste of dust and beer from the floor still in her mouth.  Her nipples ached, and she'd shrieked when the clamps were released a few moments ago.   Silvia had tweaked her nipples and told the bound girl she didn’t want there to be any distractions from what they were about to do to her ass.

"Isn't that nice of us?" she'd said, as though she was doing Lisa a huge favor.

"Yes miss," came the quavering reply. "Thank you, miss." Her slightly drunk audience found this uproarious. "She called you 'miss' she did! And she thanked you!" Lisa was utterly humiliated, but the trembling beauty knew she'd soon have an even more unwelcome distraction.

She'd dropped or spilled seven more times before Silvia was satisfied, and couldn't even remember how many hard spanks she'd taken, clutching the pencil against the burning in her cheeks (She mustn't drop it! The cane would hurt so much more!), each failure duly recorded on the chalkboard as she sobbed and got ready for another trip through the spanking gauntlet.  Nine hash marks stood out in chalk, and she had shuddered, knowing each would be repeated on her ass or thighs with bamboo.

"You're not going anywhere, are you!"

Now she found herself tied over a bolster, face down, ass elevated, wrists and ankles held with belts to the posts of the large master bed.  The position spread her wide, and she could feel cool air across the moist skin between her legs.  A large embroidered purple pillow lay a few inches in front of her face, just in front of the oak headboard.  After arranging her in place they'd spent several minutes behind her giggling and whispering, and she'd felt them touching her bottom and anus, and then a slick coolness entered her, but it hadn't hurt so she'd quickly forgotten about it.  Had she known what they were doing, and why, she’d have been a lot more concerned.

'Well?  We're waiting dirty girl!"

They'd made her kiss the cane, shouting at her to use her tongue, till she'd wet the entire five-foot length of bamboo.  Her ass presented beautifully, pussy dripping cream in open indictment of her lust, it was finally time for her real punishment to begin.  There was just one more thing they wanted first.

"Please... please give me what I deserve... for being such a slut..."   Lisa choked out. The now more than tipsy girls nearly fell over with delight.  Lisa belly curdled in shame.  It was so unfair!  She couldn’t help her pussy getting wet!

"She said it!  She really said it!"

Silvia stopped laughing long enough to order her, with a hint of menace. "Louder, slut!"

Lisa repeated herself, practically yelling now.  This time Amanda actually did fall over, the tall slender teen's knees bucking from alcohol-fueled hilarity as she collapsed into an easy chair, spiked heels flying into the air.  “Oh she’s too much!”

They invited in the first of the boys.  They'd explained each of them would get a turn chastising Lisa, but they hadn't shared everything with the males.  Now they (and later she) were about to learn the true ignominy of her coming chastening.

Entering the large master bedroom of Silvia's parents, Matthew couldn't believe his eyes, or the words written in Silvia's fancy calligraphic black marker on Lisa's red hindcheeks.

:) THREE STROKES!

AND THEN -----> 

The arrow curved around the bottom of her asscheeks and ended at Lisa's anus, which the girls had already prepared with a generous injection of lubricant.   The open tube of Vaseline next to the bolster completed the tableau.  Matthew could feel his hardness twitching.   He was going to fuck that pert little teen ass!  This was going to be great!  He hardly noticed Silvia's leaning against him, telling her this was her present to him, and pressing the cane into his hand, a cold, scheming smile adorning her pretty features, practically a perfect goddess of revenge. 

"She's all cleaned out, give her what's she due then enjoy yourself my dear!" she whispered, so Lisa couldn't hear.  Matthew was impressed.  In one night she'd made the blushing virgin their personal fucktoy, mouth and ass.  It was more amazing than he could have imagined.  And he’d get to cane her too! 

High-pitched chattering and giggles filled the room. "You're in for it now!" "Bet you she likes it!" "Not as much as I will!" "She's going to cry her little eyes out!" "Boo-hoo, poor girl!" "Don't worry, Matthew will have a little cream for your sore bottom!"

The girls all took the opportunity to comment on Lisa's situation, their cryptic allusions stoking her worst fears. Suddenly it was just Matthew and Silvia and Lisa there in the room, the others closing the door with a few last smirking quips about Lisa's predicament, giving the trio privacy.

Privacy to enjoy her, Lisa realized with a moan.  With an eerie smile Silvia slipped off her panties and slid in against the headboard, sitting on the pillow so that Lisa's face was buried in her crotch.   She slid her hands under Lisa and grabbed her sore, engorged nipples, squeezing them hard where the binder clips had clutched them so fiercely.  "Uhhh! Owwww!"

"Lick, slut, or he'll give you a dozen instead of three!"  Reluctantly Lisa got to work between Silvia's legs again, wincing at the SWISH! of Matthew's practice strokes through the air.  They'd just been making out in the kitchen earlier, and now he was going to cane her!  While she had to lick Silvia’s pussy!  Again!  It was so unfair, why were they being so mean to her?  She tugged at her bonds but knew it was futile.  She didn't know about what was written on her reddish-purple ass, or she'd have been a lot more worried about her immediate future.

Silvia took her time getting comfortable, tugging at Lisa's sore nipples, waiting until her own clitoris had swollen and her pussy walls began to tingle delightfully as the boy prepared, tapping Lisa's bare ass with the cane.  Finally, with a moan she nodded to Matthew.

SWISH-CRACK!  Lisa howled into Silvia's pussy, the sound music to the young girl's ears, as a line of intense agony burned its way across her sore bottom. It hurt so much! Silvia grasped Lisa's head and pulled it back by the hair to stare into her eyes, enjoying her unwilling paramour's miserable expression in her lap just below.

"Oh fuck yes!  That's taught her something!"

"Give her another Matthew!"  Silvia's pussy clenched as she ground her vulva against Lisa's wailing face. 

“No, please! Wahh! No more! I’ll be good!” He took his time, lining up his shot as Lisa sobbed and begged and licked.  The girl’s plight had his cock, already hard from their earlier party game, twitching in anticipation of what was to come.

Lisa's frantic expression collapsed into despair as she saw Silvia's expectant smile and nod to Matthew behind her, who adjusted his boxers and reached back with the terrible cane.  "No no no no!"

SWISH-CRACK! This time Silvia pulled the girl's face into her hungry slit.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" shrieked Lisa into Silvia's crotch, as another line appeared just below the first.  Silvia groaned and strained, eyes rolling back as she smothered the girl's cries with her tingling pussy.  Oh yes! That had nearly been enough to make her come.  One more should do it...

Silvia closed her eyes with a sigh, squeezing her own tits and nipples, letting the anticipation build for a minute or two as Lisa worked desperately at her sopping wet vaginal lips and throbbing clit, knowing the cane might fall at any moment...

"Please, that's enough! I'll do anything!"  They ignored her.

Matthew took a few more practice swings, the sobbing Lisa wincing and whining at the sound.  He wanted this last stroke to be perfect.

SWISH-CRACK! And it was, a white line appearing across the middle of the cheeks, then turning an angry red.

This time both girls shrieked, one in rapture, the other decidedly not.  Their bodies flexed and muscles clenched as single organism, backs arcing.  But Silvia wore a satisfied smile, while Lisa howled, racked with sobs, desperately wishing she could rub her bottom, which felt like it was cut to ribbons.  It hurt so much! And she still had six more to go!

Matthew's head was buzzing faintly from the beer, and his cock felt ready to cut diamond as he slowly took it out and began lubing up.  Silvia had really delivered!  But he still wanted Lisa more than Silvia -- she was new and interesting, and he had a feeling their summer fun was just beginning.

Unable to see behind her, Lisa finally understood what was going on as the tip pressed against her sphincter.  He was going to put it INSIDE HER!  In her BUTT!  It was more awful than she could have imagined!  Even worse than the caning!  She sobbed and wailed. Why had she come to this horrible party? If only she'd just stayed home! And oh, if the Brites found out! A boy's cock, in her bottom! They'd beat her till Tuesday!

Silvia cackled as she watched the realization wash over Lisa's crying face.  "That's right slut, tonight you lose one cherry.  I haven't decided what to do with the other yet.  Maybe a raffle?  Or a spanking contest?  It's too bad only one can be the first in your pussy.  But I’ll make sure they all get a turn.“  Lisa squirmed as the invading organ pressed harder, hardly able to process the horror of Silvia’s words amidst her violation. 

She seized Lisa’s small chin again.  “But I gave Matthew your sweet little ass, that you would have just cock-teased him with."  Chills ran down Lisa's spine at these words.  She tugged at her bonds but the effort was futile, she wasn't going anywhere till they were done with her.  She whimpered in fear as the pressure against her hole intensified, squeezing her cheeks against the inevitable invasion, pussy dripping beneath.

Silvia leaned down, her beer breath wafting into Lisa's face as she whispered.  "Because I'm his girlfriend, bitch."

Lisa barely heard, her breath came in short gasps as she tried to roll her hips to the side to prevent her penetration and save her anal chastity a few moments longer.  But it was no use, they'd tied her too tightly.  "No, Matthew, no, please, don't, no, no...oof!"

WIth a POP! she felt the head enter her.  It was in her!  It was really in her! For the first time, a man had penetrated her with his cock.  And it hurt! Silvia giggled with delight and patted her head as she saw Lisa's shamed expression change from terror to extreme discomfort.

Matthew slowly worked his cock in further, accompanied by Lisa's groans and Silvia's increasingly excited moans as he gradually developed a rhythm, each thrust increasing Lisa’s distress.  She'd only been loosened a little by the enema and plug, so it was hard going at first, especially since the panicking Lisa wasn't inclined to cooperate.  But there wasn't much she could do to resist, and as time went on his thrusting penetrated deeper and deeper between her red, striped cheeks, much to Lisa's dismay. 

"Oof!  Oooof! Oh please stop, it hurts!  Ooof!" she begged, tears dripping, but Matthew was having far too much fun.  With every additional inch she could feel her the pain of her earlier scalding enema reawaken.  Even worse, Lisa could feel her own pussy tingling with renewed need.   Was she really getting off on this?

The popular blonde domme was also having a wonderful time with Lisa's head in her lap, but wasn't quite satisfied with merely grinding her bits against her victim’s tearful face.  SLAP! "Lick, slut!" she commanded.   Lisa's face burned with the hard slap and she did as she was told, just hoping to get this awful night over with. 

They rocked Lisa between them for ages.  Silvia, knowing boys, had made the slut suck them off first so they'd last longer in her ass.  The plan had worked to perfection and as Matthew worked between the teenage glutes she could tell he had Lisa's full attention from the wonderfully pained expressions flickering across her face with every thrust.

Silvia’s eyes rose to meet Matthew's and they basked in reflected lust for a perfect moment before returning their attention to Lisa.  Feeling a bit sorry for the girl Matthew reached between her legs and began feeling her pussy.  Boosted by the chemicals, Lisa's response was immediate and dramatic.  "Oh!  OH!"  It felt so good!  Oh she needed to come so badly! Even with the thing up her butt!

SLAP! "Don't get distracted you little tart!"  Silvia grinned at Matthew, who worked his fingers and cock deeper and faster as Lisa's efforts between Silvia's legs redoubled.  The matching handprints disappeared as Silvia clenched her thighs around LIsa's face and ground her loins into her new toy's face. "Ooooh, that's it!  Just like that!"  She was going to enjoy this submissive slut all summer!

She beamed at Matthew and as her orgasm built she knew he was thinking the same thing.  The thought of all the fun they'd have sent both lovers over the edge, Matthew pumping his come into Lisa's tight ass as his fingers frigged her bean relentlessly, his other hard squeezing her breast hard.  Silvia clenched Lisa's face in her thighs even tighter as Lisa howled her own double orgasm, momentarily forgetting everything else that had happened, lost in the clenching and spasming in both ass and pussy.  IT WAS SO GOOOOOD!  Lisa saw stars and nearly passed out.

She lost track of time, mindlessly flexing her hips to rub her clit against the bolster as the endless delicious waves crashed over her, until the FLASH! broke her out of her stupor.  Blinking, everything seemed hazy and distant to her, even the burning shame of coming in front of them again was muted and vague.  Had it all been a terrible dream? But she could still feel the three lines of fire on her butt, not to mention the soreness inside, and knew it wasn’t.  Craning her next against her bonds, Lisa saw Silvia was getting dressed, sharing a kiss with Matthew, drawing a hot tingle of jealousy in Lisa.   He’d just been kissing her a couple hours before, but it seemed like ages ago now.

There was a knock at the door.  "Is it our turn yet?"

Matthew checked his watch.  “We’d better get a shift on, we’ve got to have her back by ten thirty.”

The other boys were eager for their own shot at her... as were the girls.   Lisa's brief post-orgasmic bliss collapsed into despair as she remembered she was only a third of way through her caning... and that wasn’t all they wanted… and now her ass was already sore from Matthew.

The door opened.  SWISH!  All the boys high-fived and the other two argued over who was next, taking practice swings as Amanda swung her long legs over Lisa's shoulders and lowered her panties with a lazy, cruel smile.  Lisa hung her head and began to sob and plead, to no avail.  SWISH! 

*******

The next morning Lisa yawned and stumbled down the stairs, little suspecting what lay ahead that day.  The delicious smells of cooking breakfast made her stomach grumble, and there was another scent overlaid that she couldn't quite place.  At least her pussy finally felt nearly normal again, instead of throbbing and wet, and the marks from yesterday were quite faint.   And she wasn't an anal virgin anymore, she remembered, frowning at the thought.  All three boys had seen to that!

Lisa shuddered at the humiliating memory. She couldn't imagine what had come over her the last couple days, nipples and pussy constantly aroused, and then orgasming so many times in front of so many laughing or angry people, even during when they’d taken her ass.  She mustn't be a little slut today!  The Brites would punish her!  She had to be good! She rubbed her bottom, still feeling the faint lines etched there.

The events of the night before flashed through her mind unbidden, like a rented video from a dirty store.  The other boys hadn't been as considerate in their attentions as Matthew, and Amanda had squeezed her sore nipples cruelly.  A laughing Britney had slapped her tits till they were bright red, to "encourage" her oral ministrations. But more than anything, she recalled the feeling of being anally penetrated, again and again.

Before she'd left Silvia had one final treat for her former rival in the house's large anteroom just beside the glass front door.  Smirking, she'd emerged from the kitchen, and with everyone including Lisa dressed to go, Lisa had been blindfolded, given a chilled shot glass, and told curtly to drink.  When she smelled what was inside she shook her head violently at the now-familiar scent.

"Do it!"  SWISH!  Lisa's lip had trembled as she began to cry.  No!  She could never swallow that! SWISH!  Someone pulled her skirt up and her panties down.  Oh no, the door was glass, anyone could walk by and see! SWISH! Lisa flinched away from the dreadful sound. 

"This is your last warning girl!" Lisa gulped and raised the cold shot glass to her lips.  She knew it must be what she had spat out earlier in the evening, preserved in the refrigerator.  A few drops entered her mouth and she nearly gagged at the taste.

"All of it, bitch! Every drop!" SWISH! This time she felt the wind of the practice stroke on her bared bottom. Hurriedly, Lisa took another tiny sip, throat clenching against the awful serum. All in all, she'd rather have the vile stuff in her stomach than on her tongue again, she decided ruefully, but her disgust was making that process difficult.

"Go on! Drain it like you drained the boys!" Much laughter followed. The reminder that the liquids in question had only hours earlier been stowed securely in their balls, before she'd coaxed them forth, only made her throat close tighter. Though she hadn't been entirely certain how the evening would go, Silvia had hinted to the boys they might want to lay off their daily wanking for a few days before the party, just in case. And it appeared they had listened, as they'd provided Lisa a full measure of manly fluid.

A rousing cheer had erupted as the glass was suddenly lifted and emptied in Lisa's mouth.  Choking, she tried her best to swallow the vile stuff down, fearing the consequences more than the taste...

SWISH-THWACK!  With the blindfold on the stroke caught her completely by surprise.  A fresh line of fire across her upper thighs, just catching the lips of her pussy above her lowered panties, made her whole body convulse, coughing and gagging. Liquid went flying everywhere, as her entire consciousness focused on the fiery sensation, hands reaching back to comfort her scorched privates.  Then she sneezed repeatedly, helplessly, liquefied semen filling her sinuses so she could hardly breathe, and covering her clothes.

Behind her blindfold she could just make out the FLASH! of another memorial to her abasement as all five of the other teens dissolved into paroxysms of hysterical laughter. Come dripped everywhere, but they shuffled her off to the car without so much as a tissue.

Having paused before the kitchen to reminisce, Lisa now tried to put the horrible party behind her.  Her Aunt and Uncle had been surprisingly nice last night, Matthew dropping off the dazed and aching teen, reeking of come and trying to hide her stained clothes, promptly at ten thirty as requested.  "Hope you two had fun!  I told you he was a nice boy!"  A glowing Matthew said she had been well-behaved and obedient. Lisa had turned crimson as her relatives smirked, knowing just what that meant.  Her Aunt had winked and pinched her sore bottom as Matthew beamed.  Yes, he'd certainly enjoyed her!  He couldn't wait to see her again! Lisa was roiled by contradicting emotions as her guardians set up another "date" for the young couple, but mostly she just wanted to get to bed before someone saw the words written on her.

They'd been so pleased with her night out, they hadn't even made her wear the horrid mittens.   Lisa was left alone to apply cream to her striped bottom (after showering and carefully scrubbing off the offending calligraphy in the bathroom mirror) and collapse into sleep, too tired to satisfy the renewed but mercifully fading cravings between her legs.   Maybe the Brites would be nicer to her from now on?  Surely it was no crime to hope, came her last fading thought as she had drifted off.

But now Lisa rubbed her eyes, shifting uncomfortably in her much-too-small pyjamas, hoping to dispel the image in front of her.  Silvia sat at the breakfast table... and she had a stack of photos with her.  Thoughts of breakfast fled from her mind as her appetite disappeared in an instant.  Lisa rubbed her shocked eyes again, but the bad dream refused to end.

The popular blonde girl passed another photo to Olivia Brite, whose already livid expression turned even angrier.  "And here she is after sucking off another boy.  We tried to stop her but she said she just loves sucking cock so much." Mortified, Lisa stood frozen on the stairs, peeking around the corner.  Oh no!  No no no!

"The little slut!  Well, you can be sure she'll be taught a proper lesson today, it's clear we've been much too lenient so far."  Lisa's stomach fell.  They were going to spank her long and hard!  Even longer and harder than before! And put her in the milker! And who knew what else!  It was going to hurt!  So much!  Lisa sagged against the railing, dizzy with fear.

"Clearly," agreed Silvia with near-contempt, baiting the attractive older woman.  "Here she is offering the boys her... well, you can see."  Lisa craned her neck, the picture showed her red butt complete with inviting arrow.  The belts holding her wrists and ankles were not visible, nor were the cane strokes or the words inviting the boys to cane her, but all her nether charms were on full display.  "As you can see from her red bottom we tried spanking her, but it didn't do much good."  Her Aunt's eyes widened and she harrumphed in disgust.  "Maybe you weren't doing it hard enough!  Perhaps we ought to demonstrate a proper spanking for you!"

Each photo seemed to make her Aunt more upset.  "What a disgrace! Brian!" she called.  "Come see these!  And bring your belt!   Not your work belt, the other one!"

Over on the stairs, Lisa whimpered and clutched her bottom, remembering her last searing visit from the thick leather belt with its iron buckle.  It was clearly new and she'd begun to suspect they had bought it just for her.  To spank her and teach her a lesson!  To teach her not be such a slut!  Oh, why was her pussy so wet last night? 

Silvia tossed her blonde curls and grinned like a cat in cream.  So far the visit had exceeded all her expectations, she just hoped she'd get to see Lisa have a humbling taste of the belt before she had to leave.

Maybe if she provoked the woman enough, she'd wake Lisa up for a spanking right now. "Yeah, we tried to make her stop drinking, but she said she wasn't afraid of being punished by you.  She said the belt was a joke."  Silvia's voice rose in pitch at the end and she twirled a blonde lock imperiously.  Olivia said nothing, but turned nearly purple.  Lisa felt faint.

Aunt Olivia gasped at the next photo.  Lisa was afraid to wonder what it was.  "Well!  I never!  I'll have to fetch my brush as well, our girl is going to have quite a morning!"  Silvia smirked, it was really too bad she couldn't stick around all morning to watch Lisa's hide getting tanned but she had a spa appointment.  But she fervently hoped she'd get to see the little bitch grab the other side of the breakfast table, laying there sobbing and taking the day's first punishment across the area where orange juice, eggs and bacon currently sat, before she had to leave.

"I don't know if that will be enough," said Silvia skeptically, barely suppressing a grin, "she said the brush doesn't really hurt that much."  Knees buckling, Lisa gripped the banister for support.  She'd said no such thing!  Oh, what would her Aunt do to her now!

"Then after the brush we'll just have to find something else, won't we?  I'm sure we can come up with something suitable.  No point in going easy on her!  It's for her own good after all."  Inwardly Olivia was thrilled, now they'd have ample excuse to punish their virgin niece (assuming she still was, and heaven help her if she wasn't!), and the kitchen was full of disciplinary possibilities.  Behind them their intended victim barely suppressed an audible whimper.

"Well," said Olivia, relaxing a bit with a bite of bacon, and patting Silvia's arm affectionately, "she's certainly lucky to have a friend like you to keep her in line.  Who knows how much more trouble she might have gotten in without you!  I hope she can spend more time with you this summer."  Silvia nodded seriously, dancing with glee inside.  She was going to spend the whole summer debasing and punishing Lisa, keeping the slut’s mitts safely off of Matthew, except when being used by the whole group... or by anyone else she could find.  She couldn't wait to take her new pet shopping. Lisa would certainly earn a few discounts from some lucky clerks!

Olivia's husband entered, snapping the terrible belt with a gleam in his eyes, Silvia's own eyes widening in barely suppressed glee.  The slut was going to get it any minute now, and she would get to see!

Olivia called him closer, turning the incriminating photos where he could see. "Brian dear, just look at what the tart's been up to!" 

Lisa's mind ran wild at the sight.  Not that belt again!  And then the brush would surely follow! And more on top! She would go back upstairs and pretend to be asleep.  Or fake an illness.  Or maybe flee out the window.  Perhaps she could hitchhike back to her mother’s house.  Anything to escape the long, painful spankings she knew were coming!

But just then everyone noticed Lisa and turned to the stairs.  "Well, good morning sleepyhead," Silva cooed.  "I was just having the most lovely conversation with your Aunt.  I have to leave soon, but why don't you come over and join us for a glass of milk?  Your Aunt says it's your favorite."

Stepping into the kitchen she saw with horror that her come-soaked clothes from last night were laying over chairs, not in the corner of her closet where she'd tried to hide them.  Her terror increased as she realized that was the scent she'd been unable to identify earlier.    "Yes, dear," said Olivia Brite almost sweetly as she poured, "let's have a talk."