Five

The answer was: a great deal less than I had expected. Having made me suck him off he told me to prepare and serve dinner, which consisted of grilled pork chops, well-boiled cabbage and mashed potato. Walter seemed to appreciate my cooking, because he ate so much that by the time he'd finished he could barely move, let alone make proper use of me. I let him fiddle with my bottom and boobs, even put a finger in me, but his cock remained obstinately flaccid. Even in bed he couldn't get properly hard, despite having me sit nude on his chest as I worked on him with both my hands and my mouth.

In the morning he had the opposite problem, waking up with a rock-hard erection, so that I was able to toss him off before he even realised what I was doing in order to escape the fucking he so badly wanted to give me. After that I left, which I had every right to do, and I was feeling distinctly pleased with myself as I cycled back towards the city. I had even managed to persuade Walter not to show the dirtier photos to Eliza, on the grounds that it wasn't my fault if his cock wouldn't behave the way he wanted it to. That meant the ones of me sucking, another he'd taken as I sat on his belly trying to bring him erect, and the close-up of my pussy and bumhole.

All in all, I felt I'd got away with it, or least with more than I'd expected to since I had been genuinely prepared to let him use me as he wanted. Nevertheless, I was going to have the photos of me in the nude shown round among the girls, and I still had my punishment from Eliza to come. She would not be so easy to manipulate, nor would she fail to do justice to the situation, that I could be sure of. Despite what I felt was a triumph with Walter, my entire carefully constructed wall of dominance was in danger of collapse.

I was determined that it wouldn't, and a very important part of maintaining it was my need not to be the only dominant woman brought low during the Rattaners evening. The game I had invented but never had a chance to put forward seemed an excellent way to make sure of that, and I worked on it during the week, along with two evenings spent practising at darts with Yazzie, Jasmine and Caroline. I seemed to have something of a knack for it, and managed to beat all three of them, both at darts and as my reward for victory. Yazzie was keen for me to come up and play at the Red Ox again, but I was feeling much too fragile to dare go near the place and so I turned her down.

The Owl had usually turned up at St George's at least twice a week, but she didn't put in an appearance at all, making me wonder if our little spanking escapade had scared her off, or if something had happened to break the agreement she had with Tierney. Either way, I knew that I would have to assume that Tierney and his friends knew about the forthcoming Rattaners meeting, and that they would be able to work out the date and the venue. Having them attempt to gatecrash the party didn't bear thinking about. Dr Treadle thoroughly enjoyed our company, but he was also a respectable academic in normal life and no doubt there were limits to what he was prepared to put up with. At the very least it would be highly embarrassing to have them hanging about in the road, and inevitably it would be me who got the blame. I would be severely punished and, worse, would probably be forced to resign as President, while we would surely lose the only good venue we had.

After all the trouble I'd been to in order to establish the society, that was unthinkable. I needed to be very sure that Tierney wouldn't turn up at Dr Treadle's, and the more I thought about it the more convinced I became that the only feasible course of action was to forestall him. Unfortunately I knew very well what that would mean. I had no money to bribe him, and I was in no position to threaten him, but I could offer him sex with Caroline. Even then he might not necessarily accept, when the choice was between a quickie with her and the chance of making a thorough pig of himself with all the submissive Rattaners girls.

I put it off all week, telling myself that it wasn't really necessary, that it was just too inappropriate to be considered, anything to delay the inevitable and because when it came down to it I knew that I could take a cock in my mouth or up my pussy if I really had to, whatever the circumstances and without hurting anything other than my pride. Really, there was only one major drawback, which was that it was clearly immoral of me to expect Caroline to do it when it was my responsibility. One of the many things that Eliza had taught me was that a dominant should never abuse her power, and even though I knew Caroline would go through with it I would be doing exactly that.

By Wednesday I had accepted that I'd have to do it myself, or at least promise to. I hate being dishonest, but Tierney had lied to me and tricked me so many times that in his case I decided to make an exception. Also, the thought of really doing it excited that part of my nature I'd been trying so hard to suppress. I was scared of how I might react, which made lying a great deal easier. Either way, I was absolutely determined that neither Katie nor the other Rattaners girls would find out.

That meant holding a private conversation with Tierney, which was easy. He always seemed to be lurking around, and I managed to catch him as he finished work on the Friday following my punishment from Walter. I didn't want to be seen with him, and I definitely didn't want him in my room where he could start making extra demands. So I did as before, waiting for him to leave and then cycling behind him at a discreet distance, only this time I waited until we were past the Picture Palace. Then I sped up, overtaking him and stopping my bike in his path.

'Isa?' he demanded, surprised. 'What are you doing?'

'We need to talk,' I told him.

'Oh yeah?' he answered suspiciously.

'Don't bother with any of your lies, Tierney,' I told him. 'I have a pretty good idea what's been going on.'

He shrugged.

'It's not going to work,' I continued. 'You won't be let in, and that's that, but I know what you're like, and that you'll try and spoil it for us if you can't get what you want, so I'm prepared to make an offer.'

'Oh yeah?' he said again, this time perking up.

'If you promise to leave us alone,' I said, 'I'm . . . I'm prepared to do the sort of thing you like – but not until after the meeting.'

Tierney applied one grubby fingernail to his nose and gave it a meditative scratch before replying.

'After every meeting, is that?'

'I suppose so,' I told him.

'Sounds good,' he answered, with what I felt was suspicious alacrity. 'How about that Katie?'

'Just me,' I insisted. 'I don't even want Katie to know about it, or any of my other friends.'

He nodded as I realised I'd just made a very foolish statement, placing myself more firmly in his clutches. Again he took a moment to consider before he spoke again.

'All right. Makes sense.'

I felt my stomach go tight.

'What will you want?' I sighed.

'Blow jobs,' Tierney answered without the slightest hint of embarrassment for his outrageous demand. 'Blow jobs, and we need you to play in the darts team next Saturday, against the Boar in Bicester. Little Yazzie says you're really good.'

It was the most bizarre combination of demands I'd ever heard, but coming from him it didn't really surprise me. Sex and the more sedentary sports both figured largely in his daily life, along with watching football and drinking lager. I couldn't help but feel grateful too, because I'd expected him to demand a lot more, and perhaps want to include other men if they'd been involved in his snooping. So it seemed that he'd been working alone, and now he had probably got what he'd been angling for all along. He was a fairly primitive creature, and for him having his cock sucked represented the peak of sexual pleasure. I was now going to be the one doing the sucking, or so he thought, and with luck that would be enough to keep him away from the Rattaners meeting.

* * *

I still wasn't sure that I could trust Tierney, and the prospect of my punishment wasn't the only thing that made me grow gradually more nervous during the course of Saturday. He was capable of just about anything, and I knew from bitter experience just how much pleasure he took in using me.

By Saturday evening I was such a state that I could think of nothing else, with every aspect of my predicament going round and round in my head: what Eliza would do to me, Sarah's cool amusement, the other girls' giggles or sympathy, which would be equally shaming for me, and the men's lust, which I was likely to have to satisfy. Then there was Tierney, overshadowing it all, so that although I knew Eliza would never permit it I was imagining him turning up in the middle of my punishment and demanding to have his cock sucked in front of everyone, or to takeme upstairs for a fucking, or to sodomise me over Dr Treadle's tea table.

I cycled out to Jasmine and Caroline's house as before, but this time with Katie along to make sure I got her moral support right from the start. Yazzie was also there and greeted me respectfully, while Caroline gave me a hug and a kiss. Jasmine did the same, but there was something more than a little smug in her manner, and she insisted that I come upstairs with her immediately.

'Eliza says you're to dress in this,' she said, pushing open the door to their room.

I didn't even try to argue, but stared glumly as the costume laid out on her bed. It was embarrassingly familiar, my old Line Ladies outfit, which Eliza had frequently made me wear while I was in training, especially for spankings. Not only was it possibly the most ridiculous creation I'd ever put on – or, perhaps, 'been put in' would be more accurate – but it brought back some excruciatingly humiliating memories.

The least offensive item was the jeans, white flares with tassels down the outside of each leg and each back pocket done as the Stars and Stripes. The flag motif was repeated with the blouse, which was well tailored but actually appeared to have been made from a US flag. The boots were the same, vertical red and white stripes and the toes and the big square heels blue with added white stars. The hat was similar, the brim red and white stripes, the crown blue and with white stars. The little blue denim waistcoat was not the same, fortunately, just a flag on the single breast pocket, although it did have tassels and little metal horseshoes sewn on. The chaps were also plain, at least in their colour, but elaborately tooled and fringed, while the belt was a great heavy thing ideal for taking to girls' bottoms, buckled with a six-inch-wide boss showing yet another US flag. There were also nylon Stars and Stripes panties and a pair of short white socks with frilly tops. A similar outfit lay next to it, Katie's – although she really had brought hers for line dancing: it made her feel attractive, if also submissive.

'I might have known,' I managed to mutter.

'And I,' Jasmine said, 'am taking your place.'

She turned on her heel and strode from the room, well pleased with herself.

'Who's the one with a slave mark tattooed on her bottom?' I called after her.

'You'll pay for that,' Jasmine promised as she started down the stairs. 'Now hurry into your costume, or you'll come to Eliza with your bottom already pink.'

I didn't bother to answer but began to undress. There was a huge lump in my throat, and as I stripped I was thinking of how I'd have reacted if Jasmine had made the same threat just a week before. I'd have caned her, or had her spanked by Portia, which would probably have been the best way to humiliate her. Now I simply felt sulky and resentful.

Naked, I went into the bathroom to wash, paying particular attention to my bottom as there was no chance whatsoever that I would get through the evening without my anus being given an airing. I even put a little dab of cream on one finger and slipped it up my rectum to make sure that I was properly clean inside – just in case. Inevitably that was the moment when Caroline chose to come in, giggling when she saw what I was doing.

'You know what Eliza's like,' I said, blushing.

Caroline just laughed and carried on with her business, watching as I took my finger out of my bottom-hole and washed my hands. I wondered if I ought to lubricate myself properly, but decided that it would be tempting fate. If they wanted to stick things up my bottom they could get me ready themselves, while I had no doubt at all that Eliza would bring everything she needed to take care of me properly.

Back in Jasmine and Caroline's bedroom I began to dress up in my Line Ladies outfit, feeling sillier and less self-confident with every single article of clothing I put on. I'd been told I looked pretty in it, sexy too, even dominant, but I'd never felt anything except ridiculous when I was wearing it. There was no bra either, so I left myself bare under my blouse, determined not to give Eliza any further excuses for punishing me. I also pulled my hair back in a ponytail the way she liked, even though I felt it added a peculiarly pathetic touch to my look. Katie had come up while I was changing, and must have seen the expression on my face as I considered my reflection in the wardrobe mirror.

'You actually look very nice, Isabelle, and I'll be dressed the same.'

'You're not going to be punished in front of everybody.'

'I'm sure to be punished.'

'That's hardly the same thing, is it? Sorry, Katie, I don't mean to be cross, but the situation with the Owl isn't really my fault, is it?'

She gave me a look with which I was all too familiar, when she knew I was wrong but didn't want to argue. I went downstairs, where the others were gathered in the kitchen. Jasmine had gone for black, and a slightly androgynous look, with leather trousers, boots and a black leather waistcoat. Caroline had chosen to go for an army look: minuscule khaki shorts and a khaki halter top that barely restrained her huge breasts. Yazzie was dressed as before, in a simple black sheath but carrying several hanks of coloured rope.

My feelings as we drove towards Wytham were very different from those I'd had before the first meeting, and stronger. In place of the sense of controlled excitement I'd had then I was near to panic, with my tummy fluttering and my pussy warm and open despite my best efforts at holding down my arousal. I knew how I should react, taking my punishment with a dignified acceptance, but they were going to see how wet I was. They'd know I was turned on, and that was the most shameful thing of all.

We were the last to arrive at Dr Treadle's. Everybody else was already in his living room, drinking and chatting casually about this and that as if it barely mattered that I was about to be put through my paces in front of them. The men were in black tie, Sarah, Portia and Tiffany in their riding gear, while Eliza was dressed in tweed. She alone bothered to do more than nod to me.

'Ah, Isabelle – and about time, too. We were beginning to wonder if you had decided that you couldn't face the evening.'

'No,' I answered.

'She's ready,' Jasmine said, and smacked the taut white seat of my jeans as she passed me. 'She's didn't even make all that much of a fuss.'

'Good,' Eliza responded. 'Do have a glass of wine, Isabelle.'

She was standing at the sideboard, and poured out a large glass from a bottle that was resting in an ice bucket. I took hold and drank it gratefully, my fingers trembling against the glass. Eliza went to sit down, watching me coolly. Walter Jessop was next to her, and gave me a cruel little smile. Only then did I realise that Dr Treadle had set up a computer to one side, and that the picture on the screen was of me holding my Victorian chemise open to display my bare breasts. A moment later it changed, to another from the same series, this one with my drawers held wide to show off my bottom and the rear view of my pussy.

I watched with horrified fascination as the slide show continued, waiting in dread for the ones that showed me sucking on Walter's balls and about to have my mouth spunked in. They never came, just my little display routine. Walter at least had kept his word.

'The pictures will continue to alternate for the evening,' Eliza remarked. 'Or at least for most of the evening, until you are suitably chastened. Now, drink up and come over here.'

My obedience was automatic. I swallowed the rest of my wine and stepped over to a clear area at the centre of the room. Eliza was smiling at me.

'First,' she said. 'Do you agree that you deserve this punishment?'

'Yes,' I said, although it took an effort to get the word out.

'Yes, you do,' she responded. 'It was your decision to book the Latimer Room, and to do so under the name of a non-existent society. Fortunately your friend Amy Jane either didn't realise what was going on, or is too well mannered to say anything – otherwise we might have been in serious difficulty.'

I hung my head, trying not to think of the consequences if the Owl had run screaming through the Bodleian denouncing us as a group of lesbian perverts. Eliza was right: I had made a serious error of judgement, and had dismissed alternative suggestions. I was also the one who'd allowed what was supposed to be a straightforward meeting to include punishment spankings.

'You also insisted on Portia being spanked in the Latimer Room instead of at our first party,' Eliza went on as if reading my mind.

'None of you seemed to mind,' I mumbled.

'I beg your pardon?' she demanded.

'I said, none of you seemed to mind,' I repeated, with my resentment at last rising above my feelings of shame and contrition.

'We had your assurance that it would be safe,' Eliza went on. 'We trusted you, Isabelle, and while I admit that we were perhaps a little too keen to have a punishment after the long summer break the responsibility must lie with you. This is, after all, your society.'

I returned a glum nod, although I couldn't shake the feeling that they were being unfair.

'Besides,' Eliza continued, no longer stern, 'I think we all know that, just as Portia thoroughly enjoyed her punishment, so you will enjoy yours. Won't you?'

'But I'm domin—' I began. Then I shut up.

Eliza's response was first a knowing smile, then a nod to Portia and Tiffany who were seated on chairs beside a bank of expensive-looking equipment that included a CD player and a camera.

'First,' Eliza stated, 'you will dance for us. Katie?'

As Katie stepped forward I realised that I hadn't been made to dress in my ridiculous outfit simply to humiliate me. They all knew how embarrassing I found the whole thing, and what had happened with the Line Ladies, so to make me dance was genuinely cruel. So was the awful music that Portia and Tiffany put on, some ghastly song sung in a Southern drawl with instructions for actions such as jumping up and down on my toes to make my boobs bounce, waggling my bottom and smacking each bum cheek in turn.

Katie had begun to dance, but I couldn't, at least not until I saw the look of amused contempt on Sarah's face. She was soaking up my discomfort, and the bigger a fuss I made the more she would enjoy it. I began to dance, trying to follow the sequence of utterly ludicrous and thoroughly lewd motions that Katie was going through. She didn't mind, but she liked to display her body, for all her shyness, and didn't even seem to object to the awful music. I was no good at this type of dancing either, and knew full well that I looked more silly than sexy, for all the lust in the men's eyes, so that by the time the music came to an end I was on the edge of tears.

'That was funny!' Portia giggled. 'But I think she should do it again.'

'Yes,' Tiffany agreed. 'She didn't start until halfway through.'

Eliza nodded, Portia gave a crow of sadistic delight and the awful music started again. This time I tried harder, determined not to give them the satisfaction of my embarrassment, wiggling my bottom and making my boobs bounce with almost as much enthusiasm as Katie, although the burning scarlet of my cheeks must have given away my true feelings.

'Again!' Tiffany demanded as the music stopped once more. 'That is the funniest thing I have ever seen – and where did you get those costumes?'

'No, that is enough,' Eliza said, to my immense relief.

'There's a shop in Coventry,' Katie began, skipping over to Portia and Tiffany. 'You can get all sorts—'

'No doubt,' Eliza remarked, throwing her a stern look. 'However, we need to consider the remainder of Isabelle's punishment. As we know, mentioning the society to somebody who has not yet been vetted means six of the cane, although I have now amended that to a spanking from everybody and six of the cane, as that was what Portia received. This case strikes me as similar, and so a similar punishment is required, if a rather sterner one. Isabelle's little dancing demonstration may be considered fair retribution for us having had to sit through an extended reading from Varney the Vampire, but for allowing Amy Jane Moffat to find out where and when we were meeting I suggest she be passed around for spanking—'

'To everybody?' I interrupted.

'To everybody, and in front of everybody,' Eliza answered, and her tone was enough to make me hang my head and mumble an apology as she went on. 'Unless any of you feel that it would be inappropriate for you to spank Isabelle?'

Only Yazzie so much as hesitated. Tiffany gave a scornful laugh.

'As I was saying,' Eliza continued, 'I suggest she be passed around for spanking, caned, then sent upstairs in disgrace for the rest of the party.'

'That seems fair – generous, even,' Sarah said. 'Considering what might have happened if this Owl girl had realised what was going on.'

There was a murmur of agreement, and I found myself making faces at the floor. It was awful. After all the effort I'd made to exert my sexuality I was now to be spanked, and by the very girls I wanted to look up to me, and all the while with pictures of me showing off my breasts and bottom on the computer screen. Eliza had stood up to place one of Dr Treadle's straight-backed chairs in the space where Katie and I had been dancing, a position that would ensure everybody had a good view of me getting my bottom smacked.

'Most junior first?' Sarah suggested.

'Ooh, that means me!' Tiffany said happily, jumping up.

'It should really be Yazzie,' I said quickly, horrified by the thought of being put over Tiffany's knee.

'Yazzie then, and Tiffany next,' Portia said, smirking at my discomfort.

Yazzie had also stood up, although in a calm and dignified manner. Her voice was the same as she addressed me.

'May I apologise for any discomfort or shame I am about to cause you, please, Isabelle Kyou?' she asked.

I opened my mouth to point out that she obviously didn't care enough about my discomfort and shame to forgo the pleasure of spanking me, but I held back. At least she had the decency to realise that it wasn't really appropriate, while everybody else was happily awaiting their turn, even Katie.

'Thank you,' I managed instead as Yazzie settled herself onto the spanking chair.

She gave a polite nod. I stepped towards her, shaking badly. Being spanked by Eliza was one thing, but to be done by the junior girls, and in front of men, was infinitely worse.

'Please unfasten your jeans,' Yazzie said, 'and take them down. Leave your chaps as they are.'

I forced myself to obey, fumbling the button of my silly white trousers open. Only as I tried to push them down did I realise that for all her respectful manner Yazzie was in fact a sadistic little bitch. She'd told me to leave my chaps up, which meant that I couldn't get my jeans down properly, which left my panty-covered bottom sticking out through the gap in the chaps in a manner which I knew would look as rude as it did ridiculous.

'Oh look!' Tiffany giggled. 'She's even got Stars and Stripes knickers!'

'Which she will now take down,' Yazzie instructed. 'But first, she is to tuck her shirt up under her waistcoat.'

I made a face, although it was really no worse having to take my own knickers down than to have them pulled down by Yazzie and I knew that there was no chance whatsoever of being allowed to keep them on. She really was evil, though, making sure that everybody got a full view, back and front, by making me tuck up my shirt. I obeyed anyway, too used to spanking rituals to do otherwise, while I was fairly sure that if I argued about anything Eliza and Sarah would do it for me, or would ask the men to.

With my shirt tails tucked up, my ridiculous nylon panties were on full show, with every single person in the room watching as I stuck my thumbs into the waistband. Most of the observers seemed merely amused, and only Walter's face showed open lechery. But Tiffany was biting her lip in sadistic glee. Portia just looked smug.

'Down they come,' she urged. 'Let's see pussy.'

I threw a glare at her but pushed my panties down at the same moment to leave them in a tangle with my jeans. My bare bottom and front view were now framed in leather and in red, white and blue material.

'Nice bum,' Tiffany remarked. 'You should show it off more often.'

'I've been trying to tell her that for years,' Sarah put in. 'She has a lovely bottom, and it's such a waste not to make proper use of it while she's young. The way I see it, the pretty young girls should stay submissive and only take on dominant roles gradually, as they learn and mature.'

'Oh, absolutely,' Tiffany agreed. 'I know that I'm a cutie and people will want to enjoy my body, so I'm going to make the best of it while I'm young. One has to be realistic about these things – although actually you too have a lovely body.'

'Thank you,' Sarah replied. 'I do my best to keep in shape. But the important thing is that authority only really comes with age.'

'Oh, absolutely,' Tiffany said again. 'Especially when it comes to spanking. I used to have an immense crush on the headmistress at Saint's, and my favourite fantasy was to be sent to her study for a good spanking. Although, come to think of it, imagining getting it from Matron was even better, because she was from Leeds, or somewhere like that, and she had a wonderfully rough manner—'

'Do you two mind?' I interrupted. 'If I have to be spanked, at least have the decency to pay attention!'

'Sorry,' Sarah said. 'Do carry on.'

'Go across my knee,' Yazzie ordered.

I was feeling thoroughly put out as I climbed into spanking position across her lap. She was so small that I didn't feel at all comfortable, and was forced to brace my hands and feet well apart to stay in place, which meant making a much ruder show from behind than I would have done otherwise. Yazzie put an arm around my waist and her hand settled on my bottom. I winced, the shame of my position flaring up to colour my cheeks and put a huge bubble in my throat.

'How many smacks would be appropriate?' Yazzie asked.

'As many as you like,' Eliza told her. 'There's no hurry, after all. But do remember that there are eleven of us.'

'Of course, Iemoto,' Yazzie replied, and began to spank my bottom.

'That's a sight worth seeing!' Portia laughed. 'Just look at her face – what a priceless expression!'

I didn't answer, knowing that to rise to the bait would only make things worse for me, especially once Portia's own turn arrived. Instead, I tried not to react to the stinging slaps being applied to my bottom. Yazzie was small, and not too strong, but she knew how to spank so I obviously wasn't the first girl across her lap. But she wasn't trying to hurt me, either, content merely to impress on me what was being done, and for once I managed to maintain some dignity.

'That is enough from me,' she said, and it stopped.

'Goodie! My turn!' Tiffany squealed. 'Get up, Yazzie.'

I'd already half risen, which was all I needed to do, as they swapped places so fast that Tiffany caught my arm and pulled me down over her knee before I'd even had a chance to rub my now-warm cheeks.

'I am really going to enjoy this!' she declared as she took hold and began to spank me, only to stop after just a half-dozen smacks. 'Hang on, this needs to be done.'

As Tiffany spoke she had pulled up my knickers. Now she adjusted them carefully across my bottom, so that the nylon was evenly spread across my bumcheeks to show my shape.

'Knickers down, Isabelle!' she mocked, and suited her actions to her words, easing my panties slowly back down over my bottom to lay me bare once more. 'And . . . whoops a daisy!'

She'd pulled my cheeks wide, suddenly, catching me completely by surprise and deliberately showing my bottom-hole off to the entire room. All I could manage was a squeak of surprise and consternation, which was drowned by laughter from over half my audience.

'Do you know?' Tiffany asked, still holding my cheeks apart. 'You have ever such a rude bottom-hole – it's all brown.'

'I know,' I admitted sulkily. 'Now could you get on with it?'

'Temper, temper,' she chided. 'But fair enough, since you're so eager for your spanking here goes.'

Tiffany began once more to smack, with more enthusiasm than accuracy, catching my thighs and hips. It stung dreadfully. I had to bite my lip hard to stop myself losing control, and she was bringing the heat to my sex with embarrassing speed.

'I smell pussy,' she said suddenly, and the spanking stopped again. 'Oh, you bad girl!'

I gasped in shock as Tiffany inserted a finger deep up my vagina.

'You're all wet!' she chided, and began to spank me with her other hand as she eased her finger in and out of my cunt-hole. 'All wet and ready, and all because you're having your bottom smacked, you dirty, dirty girl!'

Her voice was full of laughter, adding to my nearly unbearable consternation as she spanked and fingered me, and yet there was no denying what her actions had done to me.

'Seeing as she's on heat,' Tiffany remarked as she slipped a hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy, 'shall I bring her off, girls? Shall I make her come while she's having her little bottom smacked? I bet it's easy.'

'You're being a bit greedy, actually, Tiffy,' Portia put in.

'You'll get your turn,' Tiffany answered, starting to masturbate me from behind as she slapped at my cheeks. 'Just let me get the little dirtbag off.'

'Later, perhaps, Tiffany,' Eliza instructed. 'We don't want to waste the entire evening on Isabelle's punishment. Remember, too, that she is supposed to spend time upstairs in disgrace.'

'OK, I suppose I can wait,' Tiffany agreed grudgingly. 'But I want to play with her later, because I know she won't let me once she gets back on her big domination trip.'

She'd let me up as she spoke, and now she stood herself, taking a quick glance at the finger she'd had inside me before speaking again.

'Open wide.'

I obeyed automatically, allowing Tiffany to push her finger into my mouth to have me clean up my own juices.

'Slut,' she said. 'Who's next, then?'

'I am,' Katie said. 'Come on, Isabelle.'

There was sympathy in her voice as she spoke, but her tone was still firm. In a way it was even more humiliating to be punished by her than by Yazzie and Tiffany. Katie was my girlfriend, my pet, the girl who had chosen me to give her the discipline she craved, and now I had to go bare-bottom over her knee.

She took me by the hand as she reached me, and kept hold as she settled herself onto the chair. I felt limp as I was laid back into position, and found I no longer cared about my legs being apart or what I was showing behind. Just two spankings and my will was already giving way, although what Tiffany had done had hardly been fair.

'I'm not going to do this hard,' Katie said as she began to spank me, 'because you know I don't think it was all your fault. But I am still going to do it, because that's what's been decided, and this club's only going to work if we all pull together.'

I nodded weakly, knowing that she was right, and that she was right to take her turn just as I was right to accept their verdict. That didn't stop me imagining how I'd take out my feelings on her once I'd got her alone, especially as her enthusiasm grew and she began to spank harder. Soon I was having to bite my lip again to keep control, and the last half-dozen spanks hurt more than anything I'd been given so far.

'There we are,' Katie said as she bent to kiss my bottom. 'That wasn't so bad, was it?'

It was hard to know how to reply when, for all my chagrin, the juice from my pussy had begun to trickle down the insides of my thighs. Just three of the eleven others had now spanked me, and already my head was full of thoughts of being made to masturbate in front of them, or to give oral sex to each of them in turn.

Caroline replaced Katie on the spanking chair and over I went once more. She was brisk and firm, but she took her time, bringing me to the very edge of losing my dignity completely before she stopped. Only when she'd finished did she really make me suffer, pushing me off her lap to rise before she turned to push out her bottom, with her big bum cheeks straining out the seat of her tiny khaki shorts.

'Kiss it,' she demanded.

I couldn't stop myself. It was no part of the punishment and I didn't have to, but I found myself rocking forward, my lips puckered up, to plant a single gentle kiss on the crest of one big khaki-clad bottom cheek. Caroline chuckled and walked away, resuming her seat on Walter's lap. I was left on the floor, kneeling, with my whole body shaking badly as Portia got to her feet.

'I have been waiting for this for months,' she stated, 'and I'm going to take my time with her. If you don't like that, then you can deal with me later, OK?'

Nobody contradicted her and she sat down, looking at me in cruel amusement as she patted the taut corduroy of her jodhpurs. I crawled over her lap, bracing myself as I had before, only for her to hook a leg around the back of one of my knees, spreading my pussy wider still and making my bum cheeks open to show off the rude brown hole between them. I began to sob as Portia's hand went to my bottom, but instead of starting to spank me she merely took a squeeze of my flesh, then turned her attention to my blouse.

'Not my breasts,' I pleaded as she tweaked open a button. 'You don't need my breasts showing to spank me.'

'You always do it to me,' Portia pointed out. 'Doesn't she, girls?'

'Being made to go bare-breasted is good for your humility, Isabelle,' Jasmine said, mimicking my accent and putting on a deliberately haughty voice.

I shut up as my shirt was opened, thinking of all the times I'd lifted their tops or unbuttoned their blouses to show their breasts off during spankings. Because of my waistcoat Portia had to pull each breast out, leaving them bulging from the neckline in a froth of blue nylon, which made me feel more foolish and exposed than ever.

'That's better,' Portia declared. 'And now, Isabelle, for your spanking.'

She gripped me hard around my waist and laid in, swinging her shoulders to get as much force as possible to my bottom as she spanked me. Three hard swats and my desperate efforts to maintain my dignity ended. It just hurt too much, while the way she was holding me meant there was no escape from the pain. I began to shake my head and kick about with my free leg, even though it did nothing to reduce my pain. In no time she had me thrashing in her grip and begging her to stop.

'Portia, please, I'm not used to it . . . it's been too long!'

'I couldn't agree more,' she answered me, gasping the words out because of the effort she was putting into dealing with my bottom. 'It's been far too long!'

'She used to get it from Eliza every week,' Sarah explained to Tiffany. 'But that was last summer, and it's been ages since Portia had her.'

'I think she needs it,' Tiffany answered.

At those words I burst into tears, because she was right. At least I felt I needed it now, with my bottom ablaze under Portia's hand and my entire body as ready for sex as at any time I could remember. I needed spanking, hard, and then to be put on my knees in front of the women who'd punished me to thank them in the best way I knew, with my tongue, and to suck the men off too. I'd lost control – the pain and arousal was just too much – and when Portia finally stopped and rolled me off her lap I collapsed to the floor, my knees up and open, my arms spread wide, my face a wet mess of tears and mucus, my pussy wetter still.

They could have had me there and then, making me service them one by one, but the rest of them were still firmly in control and the spanking continued. Jasmine went next, telling me that I wasn't worthy to be her Mistress as she slapped at my cheeks and pinched my nipples. Next came Sarah, genuinely angry for what I'd done, holding me firmly in place and spanking harder even than Portia to leave me snivelling brokenly on the floor, my eyes streaming tears. Eliza picked me up and gave me much the same treatment, only stern and silent, like a mother giving some badly needed but regrettable discipline to an errant daughter.

By the time she'd finished every last scrap of dignity and pride had been spanked out of me. It didn't even feel inappropriate to be put across Walter Jessop's knee and felt up while he spanked me, with his clammy fingers pawing my breasts and opening my bum cheeks to probe my bottom-hole. For Dr Treadle I was willing, wriggling my bottom and sticking it up for him as he spanked me with a caress to my cheeks between every slap of his palm. Duncan came last, and I well and truly disgraced myself by asking if he'd like his cock sucked when he'd finished with me. I was on my knees with his fly half undone before Eliza stopped me, turning from where she'd been pouring herself a glass of wine at the sideboard.

'Not with Isabelle, please, Duncan. She is to be caned and sent upstairs.'

'I do beg your pardon, Eliza,' Duncan answered. 'Isabelle, behave yourself.'

I'd forgotten all about the cane, and I was making faces as I stood up, frightened and excited at the same time, desperate to come but also eager to please. My whole body was wet with sweat, my bottom a blazing ball that seemed to swell from the tangled mess of my dishevelled clothing. Dr Treadle had gone to fetch the cane he kept for our parties, and as Duncan vacated the spanking chair I climbed up on it without having to be told, kneeling with my bare bottom stuck out and everything showing behind, waiting.

'Very good, Isabelle,' Eliza remarked. 'Now, six of the best, and then upstairs to bed with you.'

Dr Treadle returned and passed her the cane, an old-fashioned schoolmaster's whalebone that I myself had picked up in a junk shop in Edinburgh. I'd been so proud to have found it, and I'd used it that same evening to reduce Katie to tears. Later I'd administered it to Caroline and Portia at parties. All three of them were now looking at me, and while there was a little sympathy in Katie's eyes there was satisfaction too, while the others were gloating openly.

Eliza got into position, flexing the cane. I closed my eyes, trying not to think of how much it would hurt but rather of how it would add to my arousal, and how good it would feel to have a set of six neat welts across my bottom again, to stroke as I masturbated over what had been done to me. The cane touched my bottom, laid carefully across the crest of my cheeks for aim, lifted, and then came down again. I screamed as the thin shaft bit into my flesh, my body jerking so violently in reaction that I nearly upset the chair.

'One,' Eliza said calmly.

She waited until I could get a grip on myself, then gave me the second stroke, directly across the line of my anus. Again I screamed and kicked, my body shaking with sobs once more as I forced myself to get back into position. Eliza called the stroke and gave me my third an instant later, across the tuck of my bottom, which hurt even more than the others and set me bleating pitifully for a break, at which she waited patiently until I was finally able to push out my bottom into the proper position once again.

'Three,' she stated. 'And . . . four.'

Even as Eliza spoke the cane had hit me, lower still, where my bottom cheeks bulged to either side of my cunt, which left me gasping for air and clutching at the back of the chair, too hurt even to control my breathing. Any lower and she was going to get the crease between my cheeks and my thighs, which would be more painful still.

'Not my legs, please, Eliza,' I babbled. 'Don't cane my legs!'

'Cane her legs,' Portia advised.

'Be quiet, both of you,' Eliza said. 'Stick your bottom up a little more, Isabelle.'

I obeyed, shaking violently as I pulled my back in to make my cheeks rise and flare. Eliza tapped the cane against my bottom, higher than before, lifted the whalebone shaft, took careful aim and slashed it down exactly where she'd laid it, to create a fifth agonising line of fire across my flesh and thrust me forward so hard that the chair fell over, sending me sprawling on the floor.

'Sorry, sorry . . .' I stammered as I hurried to get up.

'Stay on the floor,' Eliza said, 'in a crawling position.'

I got onto all fours, looking up nervously as I opened my knees and lifted my bottom into the position Eliza had taught me. She gave a satisfied nod, laid the cane across my bottom diagonally and brought it down across my cheeks, setting me gasping and thumping the floor with my fists. She'd given me a five-bar gate, just as I had to Portia, and I knew that as with Portia the neat pattern of cane cuts would be decorating my bottom for at least two weeks.

'Not too bad, if I say so myself,' she remarked complacently. 'Now, Isabelle, off to bed with you, and then perhaps a game of joker, Sarah?'

'I need to come, please,' I begged, setting Portia and Tiffany sniggering with delight. 'Please, Eliza? Tiffy can do it . . .'

'Oh, yes please!' Tiffany called, immediately starting to crawl towards me.

'Oh no, you don't,' Eliza warned her. 'You go straight to bed, Isabelle . . . no, on second thoughts, I think we'd better have your trousers and pants off so you won't need to undress, and Yazzie ought to tie your hands behind your back. Otherwise I think I know what you'll be up to the moment you're alone.'

'At once, Iemoto,' Yazzie offered, and I had no choice but to peel off my lower garments and cross my wrists behind my back as she bound them firmly together.

'Now, up to bed with you,' Eliza ordered as Yazzie tied the cord off around my waist. 'A spare room has been made up for you. Sarah, would you be so kind as to give Isabelle a hand on the stairs?'

'Of course,' Sarah agreed. She rose to take hold of my bound wrists and steer me from the room.

The room next to the bathroom, the smallest in the house and furnished in a plain, masculine fashion, had been made up for me. A bed stood under the window, freshly made and with a green coverlet, which Sarah turned down along with the corner of the sheets and blankets beneath. I had to sit my hot bottom on the bed and swing my legs around to get in. By now I was almost out of my mind with frustration and self-pity at the thought of being sent to bed while the party continued downstairs.

'What just happened to you was well deserved,' Sarah remarked. 'And I think you ought to know that it won't be the last time.'

'What do you mean?' I demanded.

She merely gave a chuckle and turned away, only to stop, hesitant, glancing at the door and clicking her fingers in an irritable, indecisive manner that I'd seen her use before. Suddenly she nodded, as if she'd reached a conclusion, and pushed her jodhpurs and knickers down with one smooth motion, baring her full womanly bottom almost in my face.

'You are going to lick me, Isabelle,' she said, twisting sharply around. 'And not a word to Eliza.'

I didn't answer, because even as Sarah finished she took a firm grip on my ponytail and pulled my face against her sex. She was twisting my hair hard enough to hurt, and I was fully aware that she wanted me to lick her as much to exert her dominance as for the physical pleasure it would give her. That didn't stop me poking out my tongue and lapping earnestly at her pussy. I'd been spanked and caned, along with a dozen powerful accompanying humiliations, from having men watch me being chastised to being made to kiss Caroline's bottom, and I was in no state to resist an order to lick pussy from one of the women who'd beaten me. Sarah gave a quiet chuckle at my obedience, then a sigh as my tongue found her clitoris. She pushed her belly out, hard into my face, and twisted my ponytail tighter still.

'Lick, you slut,' she ordered. 'That's right, just there . . . harder . . . oh, you sweet little tart . . .'

She came, grinding herself against my face. It was no more than a minute since she'd put me to her sex, and now she pulled her clothing back up as swiftly as she'd stripped. My mouth was full of the taste of her cunt and my pride was long gone, leaving me babbling as she smoothed her jodhpurs around her bottom.

'Do me, Sarah, please . . . rub me off, please . . . please, Sarah?'

'What, and risk having Eliza catch us?' she laughed. 'I don't think so. Night night, Isabelle – sleep tight.'

'Sarah, please!' I begged again, but she was already at the door, which she left slightly open, no doubt so that I'd be able to hear the sounds of the party as I lay in my solitary bed.

Great sobs were racking my body as I let my head fall back onto the pillow. It was agony, worse than all the spanking, worse even than the cane, at least mentally. My bottom felt huge and hot, my pussy swollen and sensitive, both parts of my body in urgent need of my fingers. Eliza had known exactly what she was doing when she had made me strip from the waist down, leaving me acutely conscious of my bare bottom and legs and cunt, far more so than if I'd been completely in the nude. She'd known full well that left to my own devices I'd have rubbed myself sore over what they'd done to me, so she'd bound me to make sure I was well and truly punished, while being made to lick Sarah and left with the taste of her sex in my mouth added a last agonising touch to my frustration.

I could have screamed, and the tears were running freely down my cheeks. It just wasn't fair to treat me like this when they were going to play joker downstairs. I could already hear laughter, and Sarah's voice as she ran through the rules again. They'd have Katie, I knew they would, and at the thought of her with her white jeans and the polka-dot panties she was wearing pulled down and her pretty bottom stuck high for a playful spanking from one of the other girls I gave way completely, blubbering out my emotions in a full blown infantile tantrum of self-pity and resentment.

With that I wet myself, not because I couldn't control my bladder but because I just didn't care. I felt it start to come and I just let go, pee spurting from my pussy with every wrenching sob to trickle down my thighs and backwards along my bottom crease and down my bum cheeks. The hot sharp piss made my welts sting furiously, but I didn't even try to stop it, letting spurt after spurt gush from my body to wet my skin and soil my sheets until I was lying in a soggy, sticky puddle of my own making.

Only when I'd finished did I slowly begin to return to my senses, and then my raw, unfocused emotion to gave way to a great wave of humiliation at what I'd done. To be spanked and left tied up was bad enough, a perfectly good reason to get in a bit of a tantrum, but for me, a grown woman, to wet my bed . . . it was just too much. They would find out, too, because whoever came up to release me could scarcely fail to notice and she would be sure to tell the others. In my imagination I could already hear Portia's laughter as she discovered that I'd wet the bed, and I began to panic, wriggling in my pee puddle, only to freeze at the sound of a footstep on the landing. I heard the bathroom door open and relaxed a little, only to stiffen once more as the door to my own room swung wide. My vision was hazy with tears, but the flame-red hair and riding gear of my visitor was unmistakable – it was Tiffany.

'Hello, Isabelle,' she said, her voice cruel but also conspiratorial.

'You . . . you can't come in here!' I blurted out, starting to panic once more. 'Eliza said—'

'What's she going to do, spank me?' Tiffany cut in. 'That would be lovely.'

'You made a real fuss last time!'

'I like to make a fuss. Now hush, I'm sure you want this as badly as I do.'

She had reached the bed, and now she put out a hand to stroke my hair. Just her touch was enough to make my pussy tighten and send a jolt of longing right through me, but it was not enough to overcome my shame for the state I was in.

'Look, Tiffany . . . Tiffy,' I gabbled. 'I want you, I really do, but . . . but this is not the best time, really . . .'

'Oh yes it is,' she said softly. 'I like you, Isabelle. I like the way you're rough with me, but I like my revenge too, and I don't suppose I'll often have you with your hands tied and your bottom spanked to get you in the mood.'

'The mood for what?' I asked. But she just giggled and continued to stroke my hair.

'Tiffany . . .' I began, but she put her finger to her lips and quickly turned around.

'I'm going to sit on your face,' she said. 'First, though, you know I never wear panties under my jodhpurs, don't you? And so . . .'

Tiffany had stuck her bottom out as she spoke, showing off the seat of her jodhpurs. They were truly tight, outlining not just the contours of her sweetly formed bottom but of her pussy too. She giggled and began to push her jodhpurs down at the back, gradually revealing her bare bottom, the neat freckled cheeks apart to show the tangle of ginger hair at her crotch, with her anus showing as a moist pink spot and her pussy lips pouting out from between her thighs.

'You like to spank it,' she said, 'so I hope you like to lick it too.'

'I . . . look, Tiffy . . .'

'Hush, just do as you're told for once,' she said, pushing her jodhpurs down and off, taking her boots with them.

She climbed onto the bed, cocking one leg across my body to spread her naked bottom over my face. My mouth came open by instinct, for all my unbearable shame.

'Do it well, and I'll return the favour,' she promised. Then she sat down on my face.

I'd tried to answer, to tell her that I'd do as I was told without expecting anything in return, but with her bottom in my face all I could manage was a muffled gulping noise.

'Come on, Isabelle, lick,' Tiffany demanded. 'I know you want to, and I know you like it, because Portia told me. She told me you lick girls' bums, Isabelle, so do it for me.'

As she spoke she wiggled her bottom, rubbing her pussy and her bumhole against my lips and nose. I couldn't stop myself. My tongue poked out, lapping between her sex lips to draw an ecstatic sigh from her above me. Again she wiggled her bottom, pressing herself firmly against my face, with her anus rubbing on the tip of my nose.

'Lick my bottom, Isabelle,' she begged. 'Please lick my bottom. I'd do it for you—'

She broke off with a moan as I gave in to her filthy demand – not that I'd had much choice. As she'd spoken she'd moved to bring her anus against my mouth, and I couldn't stop myself from doing it, sticking my tongue in up her rubbery little hole and filling my head with the taste of her.

'That's nice,' she sighed. 'I knew you were a dirty girl underneath, Isabelle. Oh, yes, like that. Isn't it nice to lick, just to be friendly . . . and why not do it to each other's bottoms when it feels so nice . . .'

Tiffany's voice trailed off to a sigh. I licked as best I could, eager to get my tongue as far up her bottom as it would go, but she'd lost control. She was squirming herself against me and purring like a cat, her bum full in my face so that all I could see was the twin curve of her little freckled cheeks rising above me. I could barely breathe, my mouth was full of the taste of her pussy and her bottom-hole, and she had me completely under her power. My thighs had come up and open, spreading my own sex for her, and I was wriggling my bottom against the soggy mess of the sheets where I'd wet myself.

Tiffany gave a little whimper, said something I didn't hear, and suddenly the bedclothes had been jerked down, exposing me completely. Shame and self-pity welled up through my ecstasy as she saw what I'd done and gave a squeal of shock and disgust, but she kept her bottom firmly in my face, and her words were broken and urgent as she began to talk again.

'Oh my God . . . you've wet yourself! You've wet yourself, Isabelle . . . Portia used to make me do that, and . . . and do it on me, but I'm not licking you like that, not like that . . . I don't want your pee in my mouth . . . I don't . . . oh God . . . fuck it, I have to.'

As she spoke she went down, burying her face between my thighs. Her tongue found my pussy and she was licking with frenzied urgency, lapping up the taste from my cunt. I rolled up, crossing my legs to trap her body, my cunt now spread in her face and hers in mine, both of us licking, pussies and bottoms too. She licked my cane welts and licked my anus, even rubbing her face in the pee-soaked sheets, while I did my best to return the favour, lapping her the length of her pussy crease and on up to her bumhole.

In no time I'd started to come, almost lost in ecstasy with Tiffany. But I was still conscious of the fact that had I not had my bottom smacked, not been caned and tied up, not been sent to bed in disgrace, and not got into such a tantrum over it all that I'd piddled in my bed, then I would never have known the moment of exquisitely filthy rapture that was now sweeping over me. Tiffany made it too, an instant later, and we came together with our mouths now pressed hard against each other's cunts for perfect mutual satisfaction. But as I came slowly down I was babbling my thanks not to her but to Eliza.