Slippery When Wet
It had been a long afternoon for her. The bellt was nice though. A reminder.
"Did you have fun?" Jenn's grandmother asked when she arrived home. "Yes,
grandmomma," Jenn said in a low voice. Her grandmother noticed the belt. "Did
someone give you a present?" Jenn's grandmother asked. "Yes,
grandmomma...Allie," Jenn said. With lowered eyes Jenn swept past her
grandmother to ladle a fresh bowl of soup into a bowl. "My, that's some belt,"
Jenn's grandmother said. "Reminds me of the belt my father used to wallop my
bottom with when I was a naughty girl." "Yes, grandmomma," Jenn said. Deftly
she carried the fresh bowl of soup over to the kitchen table and sat down. She
began spooning it into her mouth. Jenn played backgammon with her grandmother
that night, and then turned in early. When she closed her eyes she found jutting
male penises imprinted on the insides of her eyelids. For a while she tossed and
turned, debating whether to return to Allie's on the morrow, but eventually she
was overcome by exhaustion and fell asleep. Sunlight streamed through her
grandmother's kitchen window the following morning as Jenn sat and ate her
cereal. "Where are you going to go today?" Jenn's grandmother asked her as she
busied herself frying eggs and ham. "Well, there's and Allie's..." Jenn's voice
trailed off. "My, my, back to that woman's
place again?" Jenn's grandmother asked. "You must like her." "I didn't say I
was going there," Jenn said, her voice a bit testy. "I just said I COULD go
there." "I see you're still wearing her belt," Jenn's grandmother said. She
served the girl a plate of steaming eggs and ham. "I don't want any, grandmomma,"
Jenn said. "A growing girl like you needs eggs and ham," Jenn's grandmother
protested. "You eat it right down so you'll have plenty of strength and energy
for your endeavors." Jenn poked at the food. "Is Allie sending her limo by
again today?" Jenn's grandmother asked. "No, but she gave me cab fare in case I
want to...come..." Jenn said. "Well, then you MUST go," Jenn's grandmother
admonished. "If she's asked you to come and you don't you'll be doing both of
you a disservice. Shall I call her and tell her you'll be over after breakfast?"
Jenn's grandmother asked. "If you want to, grandmomma," Jenn said. She put a
forkfull of eggs in her mouth and began chewing. "Don't you come back until you
and Allie are finished," Jenn's grandmother said to her as the cab waited with
humming engine at the bottom of the steps. Jenn's grandmother pulled at the
chiffon scarf about Jenn's neck, straightening it. "You're a big girl now and I
know you can handle whatever comes your way. You needn't worry about me...if
you're kept overnight again I'll know Allie's taking care of you." "Goodbye,
grandmomma," Jenn said, and pecked her grandmother on the lips. She turned and
walked down the steps on her high heels and was let into the cab by the driver.
The car sped off. "My, I'm so delighted you decided to come again," Allie said
with a smile when Jenn appeared at her door. In her hand she held a flagellum.
It was about two feet long, thin and springy, with a little knob at the end. It
was made of bamboo. Whenever Allie moved it quivered, as if impatient to be
used. "And I see you're wearing your belt." "Just for decoration," Jenn said.
"Of course, dear," Allie said. "I myself was decorated with a belt just like
that many a time when I was younger." "Hi, Jenn!" Joan called out. Jenn
felt a wave of relief as the 18-year-old bounded up to her. Her jutting tits
jiggled beneath a T-shirt. She wore no bra. Around her waist she also wore a
leather belt. Beneath her T-shirt she wore a white bikini bottom. Between the
shirt, which covered the top third of her bottom, and the bikini, which covered
the lower two thirds, her bottom managed to be concealed. Long black boots
stretched up to just above her knees. "I've been playing ping pong," Joan
said to Jenn. "Care to join me?" At the back of the mansion, on an enclosed
porch, a ping pong table had been set up. Several men and women were present, in
various types of attire, some casual, some more formal. It was morning, not a
time when formality was particularly in vogue at social get-togethers. A game had
just ended, and Joan took up a paddle and invited Jenn to join her. Jenn
recognized none of the men, but they were all quite athletic looking, with
chiseled features; younger and even better looking than the pilots had been. Jim
came walking through a doorway and waved to her. In her miniskirt and blouse,
Jenn felt ill-equipped to play tennis. She could just imagine what would happen
to her skirt when she went for the ball. Fortunately, unlike Joan, she was
wearing a bra. "I don't think I'm wearing the right shoes for ping pong," Jenn
said as Joan pressed a paddle into her hand. "Well, that's two of us," Joan
said. The 18-year-old was wearing spiked boots, and Jenn was wearing spiked
booties. Jenn figured that given the girl's inexperience with heels, and the
fact that Joan's boots stretched all the way up over her knees, she had the
advantage. Jenn decided to play. The ball was served and began bouncing back
and forth. Joan's outthrust breasts shook wildly as she returned Jenn's hits,
Jenn's skirt kept flipping up despite her best efforts, revealing her semi-sheer
panties. The men, not surprisingly, found they preferred watching the girls to
playing themselves, though whether while they watched they played with themselves
was not altogether certain. After about 20 minutes ping pong gave way to brunch.
The guests were seated about a formal table, and the butlers began bringing out
bottles of liquor. Jenn and Joan, unlike the other guests, were served
coffee, eggs, and bacon. "I just ate," Jenn protested. "I'm sure you can eat
more," Allie said. "You too, Joan. Stephanie tells me you hardly touched your
breakfast at home." As the other guests began imbibing liquids only, Jenn and
Joan picked at their food. "Terrie and Liz, would you please help our special
guests eat their breakfasts?" Allie asked finally of two women in their
mid-twenties. The two rose, picked up their wine glasses, and walked over to
where Jenn and Joan were sitting. There was an empty chair to Jenn's left,
and Terrie sat in it. To Joan's right there was an empty chair, and Liz took
that one. "Hi!" Terrie said brightly to Jenn. She took Jenn's fork from her
hand and put her arm about Jenn's shoulders. Her body felt warm as she snuggled
up against Jenn. She wore no bra beneath her semi-sheer blouse. Her breasts
joggled freely. "I can feed myself!" Jenn protested. "Why should you, when I'm
willing to do it for you?" Terrie asked. Jenn felt both secure in the woman's
embrace and threatened. Terrie brought a forkfull of bacon to Jenn's lips. Jenn
balked and the bacon fell onto her blouse. "Oh, my! Now look what you've done,"
Terrie admonished Jenn. The woman turned to Allie. "Allie, Jenn's blouse will
have to be taken off and washed!" "Such a pity," Allie said. "Well, you're just
as bad as your friend," Liz said as Joan's own protestations caused a
proffered glass of coffee to spill on her breast. "Yow! That's hot!" Joan
cried as the hot coffee soaked quickly through her thin T-shirt. Liz laughed.
"You've created your own wet T-shirt contest," Liz said. "Shall I wet the other
one for you too?" "No," Joan said, pouting. "And you can leave MY shirt on."
She glanced sideways, the persistent Terrie brushed away Jenn's hands and
insisted on unbuttoning her blouse. "Whatever you wish, dear," Liz smiled at
Joan. "But you should eat." She speared half a strip of bacon and lifted it.
"Open wide." Jenn munched on her food as Terrie fed her. Terrie's glass kept
being refilled with champagne, as was Liz's, but Jenn and Joan were not
urged to drink any more than they needed to wash down their meal. Jenn consoled
herself with the fact that, at this repast at least, she would not have to
publicly pee for her fellow guests. "Allie?" Jenn asked a bit later, when she
had truly eaten all she could. "May I please be shown to your restroom?" "What
is it, darling?" Allie asked. "I-I have to go to the bathroom," Jenn said.
Allie laughed. "We all do," Allie said. "You know how we relieve ourselves in
polite company. Would you like to go first?" "I have to do number two," Jenn
said. "Ah," Allie said. "And how about you, Joan, do you have to go potty
too?" "No," Joan said. "Well, we'll have to give you some castor oil then,"
Allie said. "But as for you, Jenn, you say you are ready to present us with a
display of your nether offering?" "That's not quite how I put it," Jenn said.
"No matter," Allie said, rising. She picked up her flagellum from the table and
thrust it through the sash about her waist. "You and Joan both have beautiful
bottoms and the men here will delight in seeing you exercise your hind cheeks by
pooping into a pan." "I really would prefer a toilet," Jenn said, her eyes on
Allie as the woman strolled over to her chair. "Lean forward," Allie said when
she was directly behind Jenn's chair. Jenn obeyed. Allie reached down
Jenn's back and unhooked her bra. Deftly she slipped its straps off Jenn's
slim shoulders and down her arms. Allie tossed the bra in the direction of
several males, who all reached forward at once to catch it. "Stand up," Allie
said to Jenn. The girl rose. Her breasts jiggled freely. "This dress will
never do," Allie said. "We all must be able to see your bottom to admire it."
Allie unzipped Jenn's dress. It fell in a pool to the floor. "Of course my
panties come off too?" Jenn asked in a resigned voice. "Not yet," Allie said.
"You asked to see my bathroom, and by God, you will!" Allie took Jenn by the
hand and beckoned the others to follow. She called to a butler and whispered in
his ear. He hurried away. Allie led her guests out the back of the house and
across the lawn. They passed the butler, returning to the house, as they went.
Jenn was the only member of the group who was topless, and she did her best to
cover her breasts with her long lemon locks. Despite the fact that she knew
nobody outside their group could see her, Jenn still felt awkward being the only
female who was without a top. "This looks like a stable," Jenn said when their
little group had crossed the back lawn and entered a wooden building. The smell
of hay greeted their nostrils. On the wall hung harnessing equipment, including
a variety of whips. In the middle of the floor stood a lone wooden side chair.
In front of the chair, on the floor, was a wide porcelain bowl. "Alright, now,
off with your panties!" Allie said to both Jenn and Joan. Reluctantly both
girls drew off their undies. Allie extended her hand and made the girls hand
their panties to her. Allie walked behind Joan. She tugged on the girl's
shirt. "Well, it doesn't cover too much of your bottom, I guess you can keep it
on," Allie said. "Jenn," Allie commanded. "You first. Walk over to that
chair and sit down on it backwards." "Backwards?" Jenn asked. "You heard me.
With your butt sticking out over the front of the chair, and your breasts facing
the back," Allie said. It was then that Jenn realized why the porcelain bowl
had been placed in front of the chair. As gracefully as she could, clenching her
buttocks slightly as the need to defecate increased, Jenn walked over to the
chair. She straddled the wooden seat and sat her bottom down upon it. "Good, now
stick your bottom out more, OFF the edge of the seat," Allie commanded. Jenn
felt terribly lewd as she stuck out her derriere. "More," Allie said. "Get
your entire bottom off the chair. Only your thighs should be on the seat, and
then not even all of them." Jenn bit her lower lip and stuck her posterior out
even farther. Her eyes gazed at the far wall of the stable, where an array of
restraints and flagellums hung ominously. Allie walked up behind her. "That's
my girl," Allie said. She stroked Jenn's long hair. "Dip your back now, that's
it, push the small of your back toward the rear of the chair. Jenn dipped her
back, forming her bottom into a neat round ball with a distinctive crack up the
middle. Allie reached down and Jenn felt the woman's fingertips graze her open
nether hole. "Can you go poop poop for me, into the little bowl?" Allie said,
almost as if she were talking to a toddler. Jenn felt the shit begin to slide
down her chute. She bore down. Allie sensed her impending release and withdrew
her hand. The first of several longish turds plopped into the porcelain basin
beneath Jenn's bottom. Joan stood by, watching the scene intently. She
passed her hands over her own bottom, knowing she would be next. Liz stood
beside her, caressing her. Terrie walked to the wall beyond Jenn. She opened a
cigar box sitting atop a bale of hay. Jenn had been watching Terrie with idle
eyes as she felt yet another turd slide down her chocolate chute to plop into the
bowl. Suddenly Jenn's eyes widened. Terrie drew forth a slim dildo from the
cigar box. "Hmm, I wonder which one would do best?" Terrie asked herself aloud.
Still holding her first selection, she reached in and drew forth another. She
turned to Jenn. "What's your favorite color?" Terrie asked. The question seemed
innocuous enough, but Jenn trembled as she realized the import of the inquiry.
The dildos were different colors. The color Jenn chose would be inserted into
her. "Hmm?" Terrie asked, trying to look as innocent as possible. But it was
obvious the girl was trying to conceal some wicked intent. "Tell Terrie which
color you like best," Allie admonished Jenn. A flashcube popped as she
photographed Jenn at her potty. "B-Black," Jenn said, scrunching up her face,
trying to think of a color that dildos didn't come in. "Oooh!" Terrie whistled.
"Well! These dildos are made specially thin just for the anus, but I guess you
want the biggest one of all!" She pulled out a big, black dildo, just like the
penis a black man would have. "Oh, God!" Jenn cried, realizing her mistake. She
made to rise, but Liz appeared behind her, straddling her potty bowl, with her
hands firmly pressed upon Jenn's shoulders. Jenn's heart sank. "My, my, I hope
you're not a racist," Allie smiled, walking around the back of Jenn's chair to
face the blonde. Terrie, just beyond, reached up on tiptoe and took a thin strip
of leather down from the wall. She handed it to Allie. Allie bent forward.
The globes of her breasts revealed themselves to Jenn beyond the low cut front
of her dress. The nipples were just visible beyond the edge of the drooping
fabric. Allie reached through the bars that formed the back of Jenn's chair
and grasped Jenn's wrists where they lay at the back of the wooden seat. Gently,
as if she were tying the girl's shoes for her, Allie looped the leather strip
about Jenn's wrists. Then she tied them off to a bar near the base of the
chair. Allie rose. She gazed approvingly at Jenn. She stroked the blonde's
hair where it fell over her forehead. Jenn looked up at the woman, fear in her
eyes. The last of the turds squeezed its way out of her rectum and plopped into
the porcelain. Terrie, armed with two more straps from the wall, walked over to
where Jenn sat captive. Terrie handed one of the straps she held to Liz. Both
girls bent down. Quietly Terrie and Liz bound each of Jenn's ankles to a front
leg of the chair. Jenn's left ankle was tied to the chair's right leg, and vice
versa. Jenn broke her eyes from Allie's and bent her head down. Her hair
tumbled over her eyes. She felt the nakedness of her back and bottom. A small
voice inside her head told her she looked exquisite. Allie walked behind Jenn.
The blonde still wore the belt she had been given. Allie, her breath on Jenn's
back, reached around to Jenn's tummy and unbuckled the belt. "A bit of riding
would be in order first, I think," Allie said. Allie stepped back, weighing the
leather belt in her palm. The woman gazed at Jenn's bottom. It gleamed with a
whiteness that rivaled cream. "Such a succulent target," Allie breathed. There
was passion in her voice. "No, please," Jenn heard Joan say. Joan,
begging for reprieve for her? Somehow Jenn wished the girl hadn't spoken...for
her own good. "Kiss her bottom," Allie said. Jenn couldn't believe her ears.
Her bottomhole was moist with recently departed dung. It needed wiping. "Her-?"
Joan began, shocked. Then she knew she should say no more. With mincing
steps Joan approached Jenn. She knelt down at her friend's behind. "You
shouldn't have spoken," Jenn whispered. "I was just trying to save you," Joan
replied, but in a voice not small enough to escape Allie's ears. "Did I bid you
talk?" Allie said to Joan. "N-No, ma'am," Joan said. Furtively her hands
stole back to protect her vulnerable bottom. "CRAAACK!" the belt came against
Joan's heinie. "HooOoooh!" Joan cried, leaping upward from her squat.
Fortunately she did not actually rise to her feet, but merely bounced upon her
heels. "I guess you just can't wait for your turn, can you, little girl?" Allie
said to Joan. "Y-Yes, ma'am," Joan said, voice quavering. "Well, you both
have the loveliest white bottoms I've seen in quite awhile, and which one feels
the strap first is hardly of consequence to me," Allie said. "Terrie, fetch a
towel." "Yes, ma'am," Terrie said. She knew what to do, and a moment later she
was kneeling just to the right of Joan, with a fluffy white towel in her
hands. She held it open, as if making an offering of it to the 18-year-old.
"Joan, Jenn's bottom needs wiping, as I'm sure you can see," Allie said.
"Wouldn't toilet paper be better, ma'am?" Joan asked in the voice of a
5-year-old. Allie chuckled. "The towel is not for Jenn's bottom, Joan,"
Allie said. "It is for your tongue." Joan started. Wiping another girl's
bottom for her was bad enough. But could Allie mean what she thought she did?
"You will lick Jenn's bottom clean," Allie commanded Joan. "Periodically,
if you don't want a mouth full of shit, you will wipe your tongue upon Terrie's
towel. I suggest you do it after every lick." "No! Ma'am! Please?EEEeeeOoooh!"
Joan's protestation was interrupted by a well timed crack of the belt upon
her bum. "Lick!" Allie yelled. At once Joan began burrowing into Jenn's
bottom. Jenn squirmed upon her chair. It was the most amazing thing, having a
wet tongue explore the interior of her anus. If it wasn't so wicked, she would
have said it was thrilling, Jenn thought to herself, shooing the idea from her
mind as soon as it appeared. Jenn wriggled her hips. She emitted a small
mewing sound. She felt a little nose bump against her bottom, where the cheeks
joined. Poor Joan! How could the girl bear to lick out another female's
arse? Jenn hoped she would never have to do such an awful thing. Still, those
handsome men that had been sitting at the table with them...how lovely it would
be to have one of them sucking shit from her! Again Jenn did her best to
squelch the decadent thought. Still, getting one's bottom licked was far better
than a strapping... "Well, you've both been very good girls," Allie said a bit
later. She walked up to Joan and Jenn. Joan looked up from Jenn's
derriere with hopeful eyes. "Yes, you may stop now," Allie smiled at the teen.
Liz appeared with mouthwash. She knelt on Joan's left side and had the girl
rinse her mouth three times. Then Liz produced a toothbrush, squirted
toothpaste on it, and had Joan open her mouth yet again and stick out her
tongue. Three times Liz vigorously brushed down Joan's tongue. Joan,
for her part, made an involuntary "Aaaahhh" sound as if she were visiting the
dentist. Finally even Joan's teeth were scrubbed. Four pails of water had been
required for the cleansing of Joan's mouth, and the men who had brought them
up now retrieved them. Hardly noticing the men before, when her mouth was little
more than a john, Joan now noted with approval that their cocks were big and
hard and dripping pre-cum. It was a thought that Joan found strange, given
her predicament. A part of her longed to soil her tongue once more taking those
big penises into her mouth. "A few strokes, that is all," Allie said to Jenn,
bending low to whisper. It was almost as if she were asking permission from the
bound girl. Jenn looked up at Allie but otherwise made no response. Allie
stepped back. "OOOOoooH!" Jenn screeched as the first strike fell. She threshed
in her bonds. Her bottom burned. A few strokes might be all she would get, but
they would be lively ones. "OOOOoooHooHoo!" Jenn cried again as the second lash
fell. It was quickly followed by a third, then a fourth. If Jenn's mind had
not been so clouded by pain she would then have heard Allie drop the belt to the
hay strewn floor. A soft sound, to be sure, but one that would no doubt have
been heard and appear to bode relief. In fact, however, Allie was merely
switching implements. Joan had in fact seen Allie drop the belt, and was
shocked when the woman drew her bamboo cane from her sash. "Just a touch up now,"
Allie said. She moved closer to Jenn's bottom. "Whack!" the cane went,
procuring a cry from Jenn. The cry broke into a sob as it tailed off. The
recesses of the barn echoed. "Whack!" the cane came again, once more producing
emotion. Joan watched with terrified eyes. Thrice more the flagellum struck,
and then Allie returned it to its place in her sash. "Now to top off the fun,"
Allie said, and lifted her hand and snapped her fingers. Terrie strolled up with
the black dildo. Allie stepped back and Liz came up and knelt behind Jenn.
She took hold of the girl's hot bottom cheeks and pulled them even farther apart
than they already were. Terrie stroked the black dildo. She had spent the
interval of the belting greasing it down. "Be gentle, girls," Allie commanded
the two temptresses at Jenn's derriere. "Only give her as much as she can take,
plus a little more. And Jenn," the woman added, turning to her. "Do not clench
your bottom cheeks. You're to take as much as your inexperienced bottom will
allow. If you cheat by trying to squeeze your rectum shut my whip will return."
Jenn sat trembling as she felt the knob of the dildo's head slide between the
cheeks of her bottom. It touched her anus. It pushed forward, not waiting for
permission. Involuntarily Jenn squeezed her cheeks together. "She's resisting,
ma'am," Liz called. She could feel Jenn's bottom cheeks clenching beneath her
fingers. "Whack!" Allie stepped in and seared her cane across Jenn's derriere.
"I think the tail of my whip would serve to enlarge your pretty little anus,"
Allie said to Jenn. "Would you like me to do that?" After waiting a moment,
Jenn realized Allie expected a verbal response. "N-No, ma'am," Jenn said with
a little sniffle, tears streaming down her face. She felt the dildo press deeper
and tried with all her might not to clench her cheeks again. It was so hard!
How could a girl be expected to take a big rubber phallus up her ass without
resisting? Jenn bit her lower lip, eyelids squeezing together as yet more tears
stained her cheeks. Valiantly she tried to weather the entry. Up, up, up the
phallus went. Surely it would be obstructed by something? What if the girls had
used a tube instead? Would that have snaked all the way up through her
intestines? Jenn imagined herself sitting on the chair with a shit coated tube
sticking out of her mouth. "I think that's as far as it'll go," Terrie said.
Jenn was about to shudder a sigh of relief when the dildo was given a shove.
"Oohk!" Jenn grunted. The dildo had been shunted up another three eighths of an
inch. "Leave it in her for a bit. Let her feel the fullness of it," Allie said
proudly, as if it were her bottom that was at the center of the spectacle. Terrie
and Liz rose and stepped back. Jenn, sitting upon the chair, felt the dildo
sticking lewdly out the base of her bottom. Furtively she glanced over her
shoulder to attempt to see the evil implement. The rondure of her bottom blocked
her view. A flashcube, however, caught her full in the face. Her eyes looked up
at Allie's camera as the bulb popped, catching her as she looked back to try to
see the dildo. "My, now that's a shot I'd like to have on my wall," Allie said.
"And the earlier photo I took I could use as a dartboard! What a pleasure it
would be to play darts upon upon Jenn's bottom, then award this dildo up the ass
picture to the one who hits the bull's-eye!" Jenn returned her eyes to the rear
of the chair and began crying. "Boo! Hoo! Hoo!" Jenn wept. She felt
humiliated. All these people looking at her bottom, with a dildo stuck up it!
Not to mention the embarrassing red stripes that crisscrossed it...as if she were
a naughty little girl to whom her daddy had taken his belt. "What's the matter,
honey?" Allie asked with a consoling voice. Jenn kept crying. Slowly the
blonde began to feel herself gain control of this debauched scene. She wished
she had thrown a tantrum earlier. After Joan's beating and accompanying
impalement both she and Jenn were ushered back to the house and upstairs to
Allie's master bedroom. The wooden hot tub was still there, bubbling with fresh
water. The two girls were immersed in it by Terrie and Liz and found solace in
its warmth. They huddled together. After awhile Terrie and Liz insisted on
Jenn and Joan breaking from the comfort of each other's arms so they could be
washed. Carefully their bottoms were soaped and rinsed, and the rest of the
lovely skin on their bodies was not neglected either. Allie supervised all.
Then Jenn and Joan were taken to another bedroom where they were tucked
together between the crisp white sheets of a bed. Allie dismissed Terrie and
Liz and, cane still through her sash in case of any disobedience, sat down on
the side of Jenn and Joan's bed. She picked up a story book from a bedside
table. "Now this is the story of two little girls," Allie began. Jenn could
hardly believe her ears. The woman was going to read a bedtime story to her and
Joan! Joan looked shocked too, but her eyes drooped from fear and
exhaustion even as she Allie spoke her first line. "These two girls were walking
through a wood when they spied a big, black dildo," Allie continued. Well, it
wouldn't quite be a traditional bedtime story after all. No doubt there was one
in Allie's book about Little Red Riding Hood being fucked by the wolf...the
Three Bears committing incest...the Three Little Gay Pigs...Jenn drifted off to
sleep even as her out of control mind conjured up more obscene possibilities for
the contents of Allie's book. Allie saw that both girls were asleep and patted
the girl's breasts. Their mammaries stuck straight up just above the fringe of
the coverlet. Their nipples were hard. How lovely it would be to take a cane to
those bosoms, Allie thought, but wanted not to disturb the girls. They had had
enough for one day. Let them sleep, rest for the possibilities which the night
would bring.
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