Nine

There was no chance whatsoever of hiding what had happened. I'd come because I'd had my bottom smacked, and not a playful erotic spanking but a hard punishment spanking given to me in the nude and in front of an audience, which was about as humiliating as it can possibly get. Everybody had seen and everybody knew, including Amy Jane.

I spent most of what remained of the term trying to avoid her and the consequences of my behaviour. The perpetual look of astonishment in her huge brown eyes was more than I could bear, and while she might want to talk about it I very definitely did not. Even to think about it was too much, filling me with shame and arousal all at once, so that I didn't know whether to cry my eyes out or stick a hand down my panties. At night, once I'd finished reading and could no longer stop my mind from wandering, it was generally both. I'd lie there with the tears trickling gently down my face and my thighs spread open to the dark as I ran over the same awful memory again and again. Sometimes I'd come over how powerless I'd been to prevent my spanking, sometimes over the way my orgasm had welled up inside me and I'd been unable to stop it, sometimes over how I'd masturbated on stage. But I always came.

For all my woes I had at least succeeded in securing the Golden Chalice restaurant as the venue for the Rattaners Christmas party, and without Tierney. What I'd failed to do was establish any link between Portia and Tierney, but that was just going to have to wait. He knew about it but wasn't coming, which was good enough for the moment. My revenge on Portia would come in due course, preferably when I was able to spring it on her as a horrid surprise.

The gossip about my behaviour at Foxson had begun to die down, and there had been no evidence of reporters or photographers. But we had decided not to meet up in Oxford again until the following term and so we simply passed messages from one to the other as convenient. My suggestion that we should use the Golden Chalice was immediately accepted, and we also agreed that the female full members should arrive half an hour earlier than the men to go through society business.

I was still due to be punished, at least in theory, but I was fairly sure I had a way of avoiding that. In any case, Eliza hadn't mentioned anything and didn't send any instructions for me to dress in a particular way. I was still feeling extremely delicate, so I decided to present as dominant an image as I could, choosing leather jeans and jacket, which I'd bought on one of the rare occasions I'd had any money, heeled boots, and a black top. With my hair back I looked aggressively feminine, but with a boyish touch that I rather liked and which I hoped would deflect Osman's interest onto one of the other girls.

As usual I'd changed at Jasmine and Caroline's, along with Katie, and this time with Amy Jane too. She had been taken in hand by Caroline, and it was already obvious that if she was going to fit in with the Rattaners it would be as a submissive. Whatever was suggested to her she accepted it, although the colour of her face gave away her rising embarrassment as she was put in a red satin corset with French knickers and stockings to go with it, all of them Caroline's. Out of her normal baggy clothes, and with her figure enhanced by the corset, Amy Jane looked intensely feminine – and also exceptionally vulnerable. Her breasts were very nearly as big as Caroline's, and rather firmer, while her inability to keep them in her corset properly caused her constant embarrassment. She also had a well-formed bottom, round and firm, but even in all her finery I found it hard to see her as sexual. In an effort to make Amy Jane feel comfortable Caroline had dressed the same way, only in a blue corset rather than a red one. Standing together they might almost have been sisters, one a slut, one an innocent dressed up by her wicked sister.

Katie was also in lingerie: a bedtime crop top, panties with 'Spank Me' printed across the seat, long white socks and sandals – a curious mixture but very appealing when on her. Jasmine seemed more determined than ever to exert her dominance, and had dressed in an elegant black silk sheath along with stockings, high heels, a hat and veil, which gave her a very pretty 1950s look. She was also showing off, and I promised myself that by the end of the evening she'd be in the nude with a red bottom to show for her trouble.

With the five of us together the car was going to be full, so Sarah had agreed to collect Yazzie, who also had to change at Jasmine and Caroline's to avoid raising the suspicions of Mo and her appalling stepmother. Yazzie was in her usual simple dress and was carrying several hanks of rope. Sarah had decided to be a schoolmistress, complete with gown and mortarboard, and she had both Portia and Tiffany in identical school uniform: smart bottle-green skirts and blazers, white blouses and socks, sensible black shoes and green ties with the same crest.

'You two look very authentic,' I commented. 'Did you go to a real school outfitters?'

'These are our real uniforms,' Portia told me. 'All Saints Ladies College.'

'We were at school together, silly,' Tiffany laughed. 'Saints girls always go to Erasmus Darwin – or try to, anyway. Didn't you know that?'

'No,' I admitted. 'But you look nice anyway, and perfectly spankable.'

'I'm a prefect,' Portia pointed out, instantly sulky, but there was honey in Tiffany's voice as she addressed me.

'You look as if you've just got off a motorbike.'

'If you three have finished flirting,' Sarah remarked, 'it's time to go.'

We climbed into the cars and drove north, a journey that seemed to take for ever, with my excitement gradually building along with my concern for what might happen. They all knew about the Red Ox, but I was determined to exert myself, and I resolved that if any of them teased me I would take it out on their bottoms.

To do Tierney and Osman justice, the Golden Chalice was everything they had claimed and rather more. Located in open farmland nearly a mile off the main A34, there were no neighbours to worry about at all, while by closing the gate at the beginning of the old farm track we could cut ourselves off from the world. The main restaurant was more or less as I'd expected, with a bar in one corner and the rest of the floor area given over to seating, which we could rearrange as we pleased. A door opened to the kitchen, which was in a separate building, and another to the loos, which were housed in a large lean-to at one side. If there was a problem it was that the restaurant area was about three times larger than we could possibly have needed. But it was easy to make a cosy space at one end, while the high black-painted beams had definite potential.

We were the first to arrive, aside from Osman, and we had the tables arranged before Eliza arrived, with three pushed together for our meeting and five arranged around an open space. Eliza was in her usual immaculate tweeds, but with a heavy tawse clipped to her skirt, immediately making me worry that it might be my bottom that it was intended for. I took my place at one end of the table and she chose the other. Osman busied himself setting up Christmas decorations.

'The gentlemen will be with us presently,' Eliza told us, 'although I'm afraid Isadore is unable to come. We have several matters to attend to, so let us proceed.'

'Isabelle's punishment for a start,' Portia demanded.

'All in good time,' Eliza told her. 'Isabelle?'

'Thank you,' I replied after a brief glare at Portia. 'First, I'd like to welcome Amy Jane to our society. I have shown her the rules and explained how we work, including using ''red'' as a stop word, which she was very grateful to discover. Please be gentle with her, because she's a little unsure of her sexuality. But she does like the idea of looking up to a stronger woman.'

'Thanks to Sarah,' Portia remarked.

'Secondly,' I went on, ignoring her, 'we've had a difficult term, which was at least in part my fault—'

'Entirely your fault, Isabelle,' Jasmine pointed out.

'Getting horny in front of my stepmum was a bad idea,' Yazzie agreed, 'and as for what you did with my Dad . . .'

'I didn't know that she was your stepmum!' I protested. 'I didn't know what she was like, either. Anyway, please hear me out. I know that I've caused us some problems, and created some tensions within the society, which I think it would be best to sort out now. My own feeling is that what I went through to get us this venue – for free, I might add – along with my very public spanking from Yazzie's stepmum should count as my punishment. If the majority of you think I should be given further punishment then I accept that. Let's vote.'

'Firstly,' Eliza said, 'does anybody feel that this has gone too far to be resolved in the traditional fashion?'

Nobody spoke.

'I'm glad to hear it,' Eliza went on. 'Who accepts Isabelle's proposal, that she has already suffered sufficient punishment?'

'Not from us!' Portia pointed out. 'I want her across my knee – and I'd like to borrow your tawse, please.'

'Just raise your hand, Portia,' Eliza ordered.

I gave a worried glance around the table as hands were raised, fast or slowly. Portia's was up, and inevitably Tiffany's, also Sarah's and Yazzie's, but that was not enough.

'Caroline?' Portia demanded. 'After what she made you do? And how about you, Amy Jane? She spanked you, without your consent and in front of half of Foxson College!'

Caroline merely shrugged.

'I didn't mind,' Amy Jane said in a tiny voice.

'You're such a mouse!' Portia retorted.

'She's not a mouse, she's an owl,' Tiffany put in. 'A fat owl, as if she was Billy Bunter's sister.'

Portia laughed and Amy Jane went pink. I quickly raised my hands.

'That's decided, then. Thank you. And Tiffany, I think you should say sorry to Amy Jane.'

'You always call her the Owl,' Tiffany pointed out, and I found myself blushing as well, and stammering apologies.

'It's all right,' Amy Jane said quietly. 'Everybody calls me that.'

'I'm sorry, anyway,' I assured her. 'OK, if that's all shall we decide what game to play? Have you got your cards, Sarah?'

'There is one other thing,' Eliza said. 'Something rather important, in fact. The fact is, Isabelle, that when I said your training was complete last term I only meant insofar as your skills and understanding of what it takes to make a dominant woman were concerned. However, even when I gave you what should have been your last-ever caning I couldn't help but notice how much it excited you. That is why I asked Sarah to devise some form of test to see where your true desires lay. She in turn consulted Jasmine, and Portia, who administered the test with some help from Tiffany.'

'What test?' I asked. But even as I spoke an awful suspicion had begun to grow in my mind. 'You two told Tierney about our meetings, didn't you, Portia?'

'Yes,' she admitted. 'But don't get on your high horse. We had it all under control, and he promised not to interfere.'

'In return for giving me rough spankings,' Tiffany added with relish. 'The man is such a pig!'

'And the rest of you knew about this?' I demanded.

'I didn't,' Katie said quickly.

'I did,' Sarah said, 'and it think it was an excellent test. No truly dominant woman would go within a mile of Tierney if she could help it, never mind fellate him in the back of a minibus.'

'I was not aware of the details,' Eliza added. 'But I have to agree with Sarah that the test was both fair and effective, if a little cruel. You did what you did, Isabelle, and apparently enjoyed it.'

'No, I didn't!' I lied.

'Yes, you did,' Yazzie put in. 'I got the full description from my stepmum, remember.'

'Not to mention being spanked bare by her in the Red Ox!' Tiffany giggled. 'And you came while you were over her knee. I've never met such a slut!'

'We also have to consider your reaction during your punishment at the last party,' Eliza pointed out, 'and afterwards with Sarah and Tiffany.'

'That was between you and me, Tiffany!' I said. 'And you, Sarah, you said . . .'

Sarah's mouth turned up into a condescending little smile and I shut up.

'It was part of the test, Isabelle,' Tiffany told me, 'but still very nice.'

I was blushing hot and felt close to tears as the full reality of the situation sank in.

'I've failed, haven't I?' I asked.

'You shouldn't look at it as having failed,' Eliza said gently, 'more as having come to accept your true sexuality, which is not dominant, but switch, just as you are not a lesbian, but bisexual. There's nothing to be ashamed of.'

I made a face, unable to find a reply as a huge bubble of consternation began to swell in my throat.

'Or do you think that being dominant makes you superior?' Tiffany demanded. 'Do you think you're better than me, or Caroline, or Yazzie?'

'No, of course not,' I managed. 'It's just that . . .'

'It's just that you're too proud to accept who you really are,' Eliza interrupted. 'But what you have to understand, Isabelle, is that there is far more to be proud of in being able to accept your true self than there is in continuing to attempt to deny it, both to others and to yourself.'

I gave a single weak nod.

'I'm just the same,' Jasmine admitted.

'And you're both young,' Eliza went on. 'Most women have far less understanding of their sexuality at your age.'

I drew a heavy sigh. They were right, and my behaviour over the course of the term made it pointless to argue.

'Fair enough,' I admitted. 'Maybe I did need to be tested, but I don't think it was right to effectively give me to Tierney. Sarah could easily have tested me herself.'

'We needed to give you a hard choice,' Sarah pointed out, 'hence the situation in which you would know that by offering sexual favours to Tierney you could avoid problems for the Rattaners. It was really very noble of you to fellate him.'

'Not to mention the other two,' Portia giggled.

'I want all three of you punished!' I snapped. 'You know what Tierney's like, and the risk you were taking. He might easily have brought half a dozen of his friends around to Dr Treadle's . . .'

'He didn't know the parties were at Dr Treadle's,' Sarah pointed out.

'He could have worked it out, Sarah – he's not as stupid as he looks. At the very least I want all three of you spanked, now.'

'Why?' Portia demanded. 'We only set the situation up. If you had the slightest scrap of dignity or any real dominance you'd have told Tierney to mind his own business.'

'Instead of offering to suck his penis,' Sarah added in disgust.

'Ladies, please,' Eliza interjected. 'There is some truth in what Isabelle says, so I think we had best put the matter to a vote, and Isabelle is only suggesting a brief over-the-knee spanking. Aren't you, Isabelle?'

The tone of her voice brooked no argument and I nodded.

'An open vote, then,' Eliza said. 'All those in favour of Sarah, Portia and Tiffany having to accept spankings before the party?'

I raised my hand, as did Jasmine and Caroline, Yazzie and Katie. Eliza kept her hand down, leaving the decision in the hands of the Owl.

'Amy Jane?' I asked.

She glanced at Sarah.

'Perhaps just Portia and Tiffany?' she suggested.

'All three of them,' I insisted, 'or none.'

This time her gaze went to Tiffany, and there was a flicker of resentment in her big mild eyes. I was smiling even before she'd raised her hand, making the vote six to four in favour of the spankings. Sarah threw an angry glance around the table and Portia had begun to pout. Tiffany merely shrugged.

'Oh, very well,' Sarah said testily. 'But not from Isabelle. You'll have to do me, Eliza.'

'Isabelle has the right under the rules,' Eliza pointed out.

'I think I should at least choose,' I suggested. 'But I don't insist on doing it.'

Sarah gave me a doubtful look. I could see she was far from happy about having to be spanked, but I knew she'd follow the rules and accept the vote, if only because the time was sure to come when the situation would be reversed.

'If you insist,' she said.

'Thank you,' I told her, trying not to let the sadistic glee welling up inside me show too obviously. Then I decided that I might as well make the best of it while I had her at my mercy.

'Knickers down and bare bottom, of course. In fact, pop them down now and you can sit bare while I choose.'

Tiffany immediately lifted herself from her chair to flip up her school skirt and push the big bottle-green knickers beneath it down to her thighs. Portia followed suit more reluctantly, but Sarah stayed as she was.

'Come along, Sarah,' I teased. 'Bare bottie on the chair, please.'

She threw me a glare of utter fury but quickly adjusted herself, lifting her long dark schoolmistress's skirt and tucking it up before pushing down the black French knickers underneath to sit her bottom, now naked, back on the chair. I could no longer keep the grin off my face as I admired the three of them.

'Very pretty,' I said. 'Now, who first? Yes, Portia. I bet it was your idea to get Tierney involved. Let me see, who would you really hate to get it from . . . Eliza spanks hard, but you wouldn't have any difficulty accepting discipline from her . . . I know: Jasmine, would you like to spank Portia's bottom for her?'

'Very much, thank you,' Jasmine replied promptly as Portia's mouth came open in dismay. 'Over my knee, Portia. Now!'

I was laughing openly as Portia stood up, her face working with resentment and shame. She'd tucked her school skirt up into its own waistband, and had taken her knickers down just far enough to leave her bottom ready for spanking while showing as little as possible, an image that brought out the worst in me, and in Jasmine, who knew just how to handle her.

'Panties down properly, Portia,' she said, adjusting the bottle-green knickers as Portia got into position across her lap, 'so all the girls can see your pussy.'

I certainly could, Portia's smooth, full sex lips pouted out from between her thighs in that thoroughly rude way that brings so much shame and so much excitement. She was already wet.

'Naughty girl,' Jasmine said, and began to spank, not all that hard but thoroughly enjoying the feel of her slaps on Portia's bottom. 'Take some photos, Carrie, please?'

'Hey, no!' Portia squealed. But Caroline already had her camera out, and Portia only succeeded in ensuring that her face was in the photo as she tried to twist around.

Jasmine laughed and continued to spank, showing off to Caroline's camera as more photos were taken, but still really only patting Portia's full, smooth cheeks.

'It is supposed to be a punishment,' I pointed out.

'I think being over my knee is the best punishment for her!' Jasmine laughed. But then she began to spank harder anyway.

Portia had tried to speak, possibly to agree with Jasmine, but all that came out was a squeak as the slaps got abruptly harder. Her bottom was starting to bounce and she was having trouble keeping her thighs together, which gave me an even better show of her pussy and the occasional glimpse of the little fleshy wrinkle of her anus. Jasmine was grinning and, encouraged by Portia's reaction, she began to spank harder still, setting her victim's thighs kicking in the bottle-green panties.

'That's enough, I think,' Jasmine finally announced as she gave Portia's bottom a last hard smack. 'Almost, anyway.'

She pulled Portia's now pink cheeks apart to show off her bottom-hole, holding them wide.

'One for the album, I think,' she said, smiling up at Caroline.

'No! You bitch!' Portia spat, but too late. 'You just wait, both of you – and you, Isabelle!'

I just laughed, thoroughly enjoying her embarrassment.

'Now for Tiffany,' I said. 'Let me see . . .'

Tiffany stood up, her mouth set in an insolent smile and her hands on her hips, completely unashamed of being bare behind or having her school knickers around her thighs.

'I wish there was a man around to do you,' I told her. 'Although after Tierney I don't suppose even that would get to you. So let me see . . . yes, why not? Amy Jane, would you like to spank Tiffany?'

Tiffany's sassy, confident expression vanished.

'The Owl!?' she demanded. 'The Owl can't spank me!'

'I'm not really sure . . .' Amy Jane began. But I cut her off.

'If you're going to be a member of this society you're going to need to smack other girls' bottoms occasionally, and who better to start with than this brat?'

'But I . . .'

'She said you look like Billy Bunter's sister, Amy Jane,' Caroline pointed out. 'Spank her.'

'It's easy,' I added. 'Just put her over your knee, make sure her bottom's fully bare and slap her cheeks until they're both nice and pink. Come on, Tiffany – over you go.'

'You are such a bitch, Isabelle,' Tiffany said. But she went, genuinely embarrassed as she draped herself across Amy Jane's lap with her bottom lifted.

She'd pushed her knickers down a lot further than Portia had and her pussy was already showing, but Amy Jane adjusted them anyway and also tucked the little school skirt up higher to make sure that Tiffany was left with no modesty whatsoever. As she did it she repeatedly glanced at me, and at the others, as if seeking reassurance.

'That's good,' I told her. 'You got her nicely in position, and we can see everything, can't we, Caroline?'

The camera flashed and Tiffany gave a little angry jerk as she realised that she too had been photographed in spanking position. Her long red hair was shading her face, but I could easily imagine her expression, and her feelings.

'Almost everything,' I corrected myself. 'It might be a good idea to open her blouse.'

'Her blouse?' Amy Jane asked.

'So her tits show, to humiliate her,' Jasmine explained.

Amy Jane gave a doubtful nod. But her hand was already under Tiffany's chest, fiddling with the buttons of her school blouse.

'Pull it up,' I instructed, 'or Caroline can't get a decent shot of her breasts.'

'Not that's she's got much,' Caroline said as Tiffany's tits came on show. 'Now you, Amy Jane, would look good in that position.'

Amy Jane's face immediately coloured up, but she was smiling too. Tiffany's blouse was now right up, and she hadn't bothered with a bra, leaving her little round breasts dangling bare under her chest. Caroline took several photos, with Amy Jane waiting patiently and Tiffany growing increasingly fed up until her nerve finally broke.

'Just spank me, if you're going to, you fat Owl!' she snapped.

'Don't be nasty,' Amy Jane said, and smacked her hand down on Tiffany's bottom.

'Do it hard,' Caroline urged. 'She deserves it.'

'Yes, she does,' Amy Jane agreed, applying a second smack. And then, suddenly, it was as if she'd gone berserk.

I could imagine how she felt, with all the years of snubs and put-downs from girls like Tiffany coming to the surface at once when she finally had a chance for her revenge. She spanked furiously hard, holding Tiffany tight around the waist and applying smack after smack after smack to the wriggling little bottom. Tiffany kicked and screamed and swore, her legs waving wildly in the air and her hair tossing in every direction, so lost in her pain that she was indifferent to the thoroughly rude show that she was making of her gingery pussy and furry bottom-crease, or to the fact that Caroline was still taking pictures. Soon she was in tears, but Amy Jane continued to spank until finally Tiffany's insults and curses gave way to broken pleading and apologies babbled through a haze of pain.

'. . . I'm sorry,' she was saying. 'I really am . . . you're not fat and you don't look like an owl . . . but I'm a nasty little brat and I deserved that, but no more, please, Amy Jane, no more!'

'Do you really mean it?' Amy Jane asked, raising her hand above Tiffany's bottom, which was a great deal redder than Portia's had been.

'Yes!' Tiffany wailed. 'I do mean it, really. I'll do anything . . .'

'Make her lick your bum,' Caroline suggested, laughing.

'Be fair, she's had enough,' Portia put in, and Amy Jane let her victim go.

Tiffany picked herself up, her legs shaking as she wiped her tears and put one rueful hand to her smacked bottom. I knew Amy Jane wouldn't take her up on her offer, which was a pity, but it might also have meant that we'd forget something more important: Sarah's spanking.

'Which leaves us with Sarah,' I stated, smiling at her.

Sarah gave a nervous glance at her watch, but I was determined to take my time. Tiffany had gone to Portia and the two of them compared bottoms and exchanged kisses.

'Later, you two, if you wouldn't mind,' I told them. 'Hmm, perhaps the pair of you should spank Sarah? That's a thought.'

'I'd rather be done by Eliza, if I have to be done at all,' Sarah replied.

'I think not,' I told her. 'It's your pride I want to hurt, Sarah, not your bottom. As you clearly realise, the men will be here any minute. In fact, I'm sure I heard a car, didn't you?'

'You can be such a bitch, Isabelle . . .'

Sarah went silent as the door opened to admit Duncan, Walter Jessop – and Stan Tierney.

'What's he doing here!?' I gasped, my triumph forgotten on the instant. 'I didn't invite him.'

'No,' Eliza answered me. 'I did, on Sarah's recommendation.'

'Why would you . . .' I began, and stopped.

It was obvious why she'd invited Tierney. It was so that the punishment she'd expected me to have to take could involve him.

'We had to,' Sarah said desperately. 'He knew the venue and—'

'And was quite happy as long as he had Tiffany's bottom to smack,' I finished for her. 'And the occasional suck, I expect, knowing him. OK, since you want him here, Sarah, he can spank you.'

'What's all this?' Tierney demanded as he reached us.

'We want you to spank Sarah,' I explained.

She had gone white and was staring at him in dumb horror. But he merely gave her a lewd grin and carried on talking to me.

'Give us a chance, Isa, I ain't even had a drink yet.'

'Take your time,' I told him. 'Osman's around somewhere, but we're allowed to help ourselves from the bar as long as we keep a tab. You might fetch me a glass of whisky while you're at it. The Glenfiddich will have to do, I think. One for Sarah, too – she looks like she needs it.'

'Red,' Sarah said firmly as Tierney made for the bar. 'I can't, Isabelle, not from him. Anybody else, but not him.'

'You brought him up here to help punish me, didn't you?' I demanded, genuinely cross. 'I don't know what you were planning, but I'd have been going over his knee, wouldn't I? And probably a lot worse, too. I wouldn't have used the stop word, and you know that. I'd have taken my punishment.'

'Yes, but you're . . .'

'Bisexual? A slut? You shouldn't dish out what you can't take, Sarah – you told me that yourself.'

'Oh, all right!' she snapped. 'He can spank me. But you wait, Isabelle, that's all!'

'Thank you,' I said, and I meant it.

Tierney was coming back towards us, a bottle of beer in one hand and two whiskies in the other, his finger and thumb pushed well down in the glasses. Duncan had been talking to Eliza and Walter to Jasmine and Caroline, but both now took seats.

'Did I hear you say there was about to be a spanking, Isabelle?' Duncan enquired.

'Tierney's going to spank Sarah,' I told him.

'That will be a rare treat,' he remarked, settling back in his chair.

'I'm ready now,' Tierney announced. 'How d'you like it, love, over my knee like a naughty little girl, or rolled up so I can pat your cunt, or what?'

'We agreed over the knee,' I said before Sarah could find her voice. 'And don't forget that she has to be bare-bottom.'

'This ain't the first time, love,' Tierney laughed. 'I know how to do it.'

He'd pulled a chair out into the centre of the space that I'd cleared and now he sat down on it, still holding his beer. As Sarah approached him he took a swig, then put it down on the floor. Osman had come back in and was watching with interest from the door of the kitchen as Sarah draped herself with utmost reluctance across Tierney's lap. Her skirt had fallen, covering her, and it was hard to contain my satisfaction as it was raised oncemore, revealing her stockings, the French knickers tangled at thigh level and her full, womanly bottom.

'Knickers down ready, huh?' Tierney joked. 'Shame, really – I like to pull 'em down myself, I do. Yeah, can't miss that bit.'

'Do you have to play with my underwear?' Sarah demanded as he hauled her knickers back up over her bottom.

'Yes,' he said as he placed a hand on the curve of her bottom, smoothing out the silk across her cheeks. 'Nice arse, by the way. I like 'em meaty.'

'Get on with it!' Sarah demanded.

'Temper, temper!' Tierney chuckled. 'Right, then – down come the knickers.'

He'd stuck his thumbs into the waistband as he spoke, and now he began to push, his face set in a grotesquely coarse leer as Sarah's bottom came slowly bare once more.

'I love doing that,' he declared as he tucked them down around her thighs. 'One more time.'

'Mr Tierney!' Sarah protested. But her knickers had already been pulled up again.

Tierney stripped her bottom a second time, and a third before he grew tired of the game. But on the last occasion he pulled them right off and pressed them to his face.

'Ahh, cunt!' he said happily, and tucked the knickers into his top pocket. 'Right, ladies, how many does she get?'

'As many as you care to give her,' Eliza instructed. 'But you are only to spank her . . .'

'Yeah yeah, I know the deal,' Tierney interrupted her. 'I'll keep my fingers dry, don't worry. You'll want to see her cunt and arsehole though, yeah?'

'You bastard!' Sarah squeaked as her bottom cheeks were hauled apart. But Tierney merely laughed, spent a moment inspecting her anus and her sex, and then began to spank her.

She tried to keep her legs together, but he spanked hard, and with her knickers off there was nothing to stop them spreading wide. Soon we were being treated to a fine view of dark well-furred pussy and, better still, her bottom-hole, while her cheeks were getting distinctly red. She'd begun to whimper, too, and was obviously and painfully aware that Caroline was taking photos of her humiliation.

Tierney was having fun, and was in no hurry at all, grinning as he spanked Sarah and taking care to vary the power of his slaps and occasionally hit her thighs so that she'd kick and show herself off behind. I was enjoying the view as much as he was, my only regret that she wasn't going to be put on her knees and made to suck his cock once he'd finished with her. Yet it was still immensely satisfying to see her spanked and humiliated for what she'd done to me. At last he stopped, only to begin to stroke her bottom, a liberty that drew no more than a little choking sound from her throat.

'That's enough,' I said. 'And you do have a beautiful bottom, Sarah, although that doesn't really matter to me just now. What matters is that it's bare, and rather pink.'

'Very pink,' Tierney remarked, still fondling her as he picked up his beer. 'Hot, too. I reckon you need cooling off, love.'

As he finished speaking he tipped the bottle of beer and poured out a pale golden stream over Sarah's naked bottom. She gasped in surprise as the cold liquid splashed on her hot skin and she jumped up immediately, clutching at her wet red bottom. Tierney laughed at her, and for a moment I thought she was going to slap his face. But she contented herself with calling him a bastard once more, then hurried for the Ladies, still with her skirt held up around her waist.

'Nice wiggle, too,' Tierney laughed, cocking a thumb at Sarah's retreating bottom cheeks. 'So what's up?'

'Once Sarah has recovered her poise,' Eliza said, 'and assuming that you can behave yourself, Mr Tierney, we are going to play a game of something called joker.'

'I love dirty games,' Tierney answered. 'And don't you worry about me, love. I'll be a good boy, you know that.'

I shook my head in despair, knowing exactly what he meant by being a good boy. But at least I wasn't going to be on the receiving end for once.

'What's joker?' Amy Jane asked nervously.

'The rules are simple,' Eliza said, and began to explain.

I took a look around. Portia looked sulky, Jasmine smug, the others more or less expectant. Tiffany seemed to have got over her spanking, but she still had her knickers down and her school skirt tucked up behind. As long as Sarah could pull herself together it looked like being an excellent evening, and one during which I would be able to firmly establish my dominance, for all my failure to make it absolute. After all, if Sarah still got spanked, and in theory even Eliza, then it wasn't really a problem if I had to take it occasionally. This evening I had escaped.

'. . . So the first thing is for the submissive girls to choose the punishments,' Eliza was saying. 'Which we can do without Sarah. Portia, would you like to go first, so that Amy Jane knows what sort of thing to choose?'

'I think I should take Isabelle's place,' Portia said.

'Why you?' Jasmine asked her. 'It should be me, if anybody.'

'You took her place last time,' Portia pointed out.

'Exactly,' Jasmine retorted. 'Just like I should have, and you've already had your bum smacked, so you're ready—'

'Girls, please,' Eliza interrupted. 'We have voted against a punishment for Isabelle, so I think it only fair that she should retain her usual place.'

Portia opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it again, looking sulkier than ever.

'Your punishment?' Eliza asked.

'It's all right, I'll start,' Amy Jane put in, with a tremor in her voice. 'To be held down, with my, er . . . whatever it is, er . . . you know, with her arm twisted behind her back, and spanked, hard.'

It was almost exactly what I'd done to her, making me wonder what went on in her head, especially when she was alone at night.

'That's a good punishment,' Eliza said, writing it down. 'Yazzie?'

'To be suspended from the beams,' Yazzie said, 'naked. I have enough rope.'

'I'm sure you do,' Eliza replied. 'Tiffany?'

'A dozen with your tawse,' Tiffany said, 'while held in place.'

'Katie?'

'To be maid all evening, and subject to my Mistress's orders, or my Master's, I suppose – but no penetration.'

'That's fair. Caroline?'

'Waxed boobs and the candle stub up the pussy.'

'Amy Jane is still a virgin,' I pointed out.

'Up her bum, then, if she gets it.'

'Carrie! Isabelle!' Amy Jane exclaimed, colouring up.

'You do have your stop word,' Eliza reminded her. 'Jasmine?'

'I think a bit of bum-licking would do some people around here good. Yes, oral sex, including anal, and I mean right out in the middle of the floor.'

Jasmine gave Portia a smug grin as she finished. Eliza nodded thoughtfully but wrote the punishment down before she spoke again.

'Portia?'

Portia nodded and threw a cautious glance around the group, clearly unsure what to do. I could appreciate her difficulty, because while she would have loved to land Jasmine or any of the girls who'd voted for her spanking in trouble, the rules of the game meant that if she chose a severe punishment she might end up having to take it herself. Just watching the indecision in her face made me feel deliciously cruel. When she finally spoke there was a tremor in her voice and she was looking directly at Jasmine.

'Tied up, properly, fully clothed, until she wets herself, then an enema. Have you got the equipment, Eliza?'

'Yes, in my bag,' Eliza told her. 'But that's very strong.'

'I'll risk it,' Portia replied. 'I won't blame Amy Jane if she gets it and chickens out, but anyone else should go through with it.'

She gave a shrug, so dismissive, so full of contempt that I knew I wouldn't have dared to refuse the punishment, not that I was going to be getting it anyway. Sarah had just emerged from the door to the loos, looking none too pleased, and had heard what Jasmine had said. Personally, I was wondering if she had any panties on under her dress and found it hard to keep the smile off my face as she took her cards from her bag and placed them on a table.

'Ladies, gentlemen,' Eliza said. 'If you'd care to cut?'

I cut the pack, no longer able to contain my smile as I saw the ace of diamonds, the third-best card in the deck. Sarah followed and got an eight, Eliza a jack. Osman could only manage a four, and to my delight Tierney cut a two. Duncan got the ace of spades, slightly to my annoyance, and Walter a three.

'Excellent,' Duncan declared. 'First choice, although not an easy one at all. Hmm . . . I confess that I am smitten with your girlfriend, Isabelle. Katie.'

She smiled and went straight to him, sitting down on his lap and kissing him, making me feel jealous but also relieved. I still wanted to protect Amy Jane, but she was just going to have to take her chances, because I badly wanted to put Jasmine in her place.

'I'll have Jasmine,' I stated, and gave her a pointed look. 'She is, after all, supposed to be my slave girl.'

'In which case I shall have Caroline,' Eliza said.

It was a sadistic choice, leaving Portia making pleading eyes at Sarah. If she wasn't chosen she would go to a man.

'Portia,' Sarah said. 'I can't leave you, darling, not after Tierney's behaviour.'

'Thank you,' Portia breathed, kissing Sarah hard on the mouth.

'I'm next, am I?' Osman said. 'Only one choice for me – no offence girls, but I like tits. Sorry, what's your name, love?'

'Amy Jane,' the Owl squeaked.

Osman licked his lips. Amy Jane looked terrified, but she'd been chosen before both Tiffany and Yazzie, and there was a little smile playing at one corner of her mouth.

'Yazzie,' Walter said, clearly pleased with his voice.

'Fuck me, that's a relief,' Tierney said. 'I could never have looked Mo in the face again, and I get the most gorgeous of all.'

He gave Tiffany a dirty leer, to which she responded with a nervous smile.

'And if the girls would like to cut?' Eliza said. 'Most junior first, as always.'

I saw Amy Jane swallow hard as she cut the cards, and was relieved to see the king of spades come up. She glanced at Osman, and I could see her thinking how hard a man of his size was likely to spank.

'I . . . I think I'd like to be your maid, please?' she said.

'One of us might get an ace, you know,' Portia said. 'Go on, Tiffy.'

Tiffany only managed a six, and was biting her lip as she went back to Portia. Yazzie got the ace of clubs, giving her an almost certain first choice, but as she glanced upwards I already knew what it would be. Katie cut a queen, but was still left looking nervous, even after Caroline had cut the two of hearts.

'Oh shit, looks like a tube up my bum,' she said, giving Eliza a weak smile. 'And these are really expensive panties!'

I found myself smiling at her consternation and Portia stepped up to cut the pack. She got a jack, and let out a long sigh of relief, no doubt quite happy to lick Sarah's bottom and everything else.

'Let it be a two,' she said as Jasmine put her fingers to the pack.

'You wait, Portia,' Jasmine said, and cut the pack, revealing a joker.

She looked puzzled, then smiled and turned to Sarah.

'Doesn't that mean I get to swap?'

'It does,' Sarah said, and I had never seen such a delighted expression on a human face as she turned to me. 'With Isabelle.'

'But . . . but you take out the jokers!' I managed to splutter.

I was going to,' Sarah said sweetly. 'But when you started playing I was cleaning up my bottom in the Ladies after Mr Tierney had poured beer all over me. Ironic, isn't it?'

'But which punishment do I give her?' Jasmine asked.

'Whichever is left over, I suppose,' Sarah stated.

'But jokers are usually wild,' I said desperately. 'She should have first choice.'

'OK,' Jasmine said. 'I'll choose Portia's.'

'No, Jasmine!' I gasped, realising what I'd done an instant too late. 'You can't do that to me!'

'You'd do it to me,' she pointed out. 'Osman, could you bring Isabelle a bottle of wine, please? The house white should do, and a pint of lemonade – no, better make that two.'

'Jasmine, please,' I begged. 'Choose something else, anything—'

'No,' she interrupted me. 'You'll take it, and like it. Now shut up and drink your wine.'

I went quiet, too numb even to listen properly as the girls chose their punishments. Amy Jane was already being used as maid, and had brought my drinks on a tray. Yazzie wanted to be suspended, and was trying to explain to a doubtful Walter what he could do to her once she was helpless, until Jasmine tapped her on the shoulder.

'I need your help first, Yazzie. Drink up, Isabelle, and you can take off your jacket.'

My stomach already felt bloated from the pint of lemonade I'd swallowed, along with a large glass of wine. I poured another, hoping my ordeal would be more bearable if I was a bit drunk. Katie had opted to be spanked, and was kneeling on a chair with her bottom stuck out and her Spank Me panties taut across her bum cheeks, but even that failed to get to me as I gulped down the second glass of wine, and then a third.

Jasmine waited patiently, watching me drink until I'd finished both pints of lemonade and nearly all the wine. My tummy felt hard and round, and I shook my head in the hope that she'd let me off the rest of the bottle, but she poured it out and held it up to my mouth. I took it, forcing myself to swallow it down, although it left me feeling dizzy and a little sick.

'Good girl,' she said. 'Now, come with me. You too, Yazzie.'

Jasmine took me by the hand and led me to the Ladies, a large space with three cubicles and a row of basins with a huge mirror above them. The floor was tiled in white, so clean and shiny that I could see a vague reflection of myself. Like the main area, the roof was supported by black-painted beams, but only a foot or so above my head.

'Tie her up,' Jasmine ordered, 'so that's she's helpless. But I'll need to get her bare later.'

'Yes, Jasmine Kyou,' Yazzie replied. 'Kneel on the floor, please, Isabelle.'

I obeyed, feeling as if I was kneeling for execution as I got down on the cold hard tiles.

'Place your arms behind your back, please,' Yazzie said.

My arms went back to allow her to bind them together, tight, using an elaborate criss-cross of ropes that left me pretty well helpless.

'Feet together, Isabelle,' she ordered.

Again I obeyed, this time for my ankles to be lashed together as tightly as my arms, so that I could barely move at all but was forced to set my knees apart in order to keep my balance. This in turn meant that my sex felt open and vulnerable. Even then Yazzie hadn't finished. She led another rope from my bound wrists up to a beam, tying it off to leave me in an upright kneeling position, and virtually immobilised.

'Thank you, Yazzie,' Jasmine said from where she was standing by the basins. 'Open your mouth, Isabelle.'

I twisted my head around to see her unwrapping a large bar of soap. It was obvious where she intended to put it.

'Jasmine, please,' I begged. 'That wasn't part of the punishment!'

'How many times have you made me wash my mouth out with soap?' she asked.

'Not many. Three? Four?'

'Six,' she told me. 'And I'm only going to do it to you once, so stop whining and open up!'

Grimacing ruefully, I did as I was told, allowing Jasmine to wedge the cake of soap into my mouth. It tasted foul, and my face screwed up in disgust.

'It would be unwise to spit it out,' Jasmine told me, something I'd already guessed. 'Now, I want to watch Katie's spanking, so I'll leave you to think about all the cruel things you've ever done to me. Have fun.'

She gave a little wave, fluttering her fingers, and walked away, closing the door of the Ladies behind her. I hung my head, keeping still, because even with nobody to see me I felt that making faces and wriggling would delight my tormentors. That was assuming they were even thinking about me, because I could hear the sound of smacks, squeals and laughter from the main room. Katie was being spanked, a thought that sent a stab of jealousy through me and brought me one step closer to tears.

My fate was inevitable, and I knew that I'd soon be kneeling in wet jeans and soggy panties. But I stayed as I was, moving only to ease my aching muscles. It was utterly humiliating, when I should have been taking my turn with the girls, perhaps even enjoying putting Jasmine through the same wicked ordeal, not kneeling bound and helpless on the hard tiles with my mouth full of soap.

Yazzie had tied me too well to permit escape, and even if I got free I knew they'd simply put me back in place, no doubt with some new cruelty to add to my woes. All I could do was try and keep my suffering to a minimum, which meant behaving myself, a thought that brought me fresh humiliation. I also wondered if I shouldn't just wet myself and get it over with, but even as I felt the first hint of pressure in my bladder I'd begun consciously to hold back. I knew it would happen, but I was too proud to just let it come.

Minute after slow minute passed, with the noises outside changing – fresh smacks and cries of pain as Tiffany was given the tawse, mingled with laughter from her persecutors. Now I just felt sorry for her, because I was grimacing at the rising ache in my tummy and at the disgusting taste of the soap, which had begun to go soggy as it dissolved in my mouth. I could have spat it out and called out to beg them to take pity on me, even to cry out my safe word and bring it all to a stop. Again, I had too much pride, even with the strain in my bladder starting to become painful and my whole mouth clogged with slimy bitter muck. For a second time I told myself I ought to just let go, and for a second time I held back, even though I was in danger of losing control of both my body and my will.

I clenched my teeth, struggling to keep control, but it was my will that snapped – the whole overwhelming humiliation of the situation became just too much for me. Given what Jasmine was going to do to me, what did it matter if I pissed my panties? I was going to do it anyway, and I was just being arrogant and stubborn by holding out. With that thought I let go, my mouth opening wide in a shame-filled sob as the pee exploded into my knickers. The soap bar fell out to land on the floor with a squashy noise, but I barely noticed. My panties were filling up, the urine gushing out to wet my pussy and up between my bum cheeks, soaking in over my bottom and into my expensive leather trousers.

I was shaking and gasping as I felt the warm, damp sensation spread out across my bottom cheeks, my piss soaking into the leather of my jeans. Outside I heard the click of Jasmine's heels and I looked up as she came into the Ladies. She was no longer wearing her dress: now she was naked except for her high heels, her knickers and a pair of rubber gloves.

'Say hello to nurse!' she teased, and held up her hands to show off her gloves.

My pee was still coming, bulging out the seat of my trousers and seeping through the seams, trickling out also from around my ankles. Jasmine smiled as she saw that I was doing it, a cruel smirk that broke the last of my resistance. Now I was punished, well and truly, brought so low that had my arms not been tied behind my back I'd had have my clothes down in a minute and would have shown her what she'd done to me by masturbating in front of her.

As it was I could only kneel there and let my bladder drain into my soiled knickers and filthy jeans. I'd done rather a lot, and most of it had now leaked out, so that I was kneeling in a big yellow puddle on the white-tiled floor, making it doubly obvious that I'd wet myself. Jasmine watched, enjoying the view, and I'd barely squeezed the last dribble of piss into my now-sodden panties when I heard somebody else coming. It was Caroline, grinning as she looked down on me. Like Jasmine she had a pair of rubber gloves on, but she was otherwise stark naked, with her breasts spotted with wax and the stubby end of a large red Christmas candle protruding from the hole between her legs. In her hand she held a smart black bag, one with which I was painfully familiar – Eliza's enema kit.

'Carrie asked if she could help give you your enema,' Jasmine told me, 'and I thought it was only fair after what you made her do at the Red Ox.'

'And one or two other things,' Caroline added. 'Now, let's get you bare, shall we?'

I hung my head, helpless to stop her. She gave a soft chuckle at the condition I was in as she squatted down beside me, first to retrieve the soap and jam it back into my mouth, then to slip a hand under my belly, pop the button of my jeans and tug down my zip. I was going to be stripped bare, have a tube stuck up my bottom, perhaps be masturbated as my rectum filled, and I was already sobbing in reaction.

'Dirty little baby,' Caroline taunted as she tugged my jeans down. 'Imagine wetting your knickers, at your age!'

She had exposed my sodden panties, which in turn were peeled down over my bum. Yazzie had tied me well to make sure that I would have to keep my bottom cheeks open, and that my pussy would show once I was stripped, with my anus available for the insertion of the enema tube.

'Dirty, dirty little baby,' Jasmine echoed Caroline as she took a sponge from the bag and moistened it at a basin. 'Wetting your panties. Honestly, whatever is to be done with you?'

Caroline took the sponge and dabbed it between my thighs. The water was cold, first making me wince as she began to wipe my bottom down, then gasp as the sponge was pressed firmly to my pussy, squeezing chilly water up my cunt-hole and over my mound. Jasmine tutted and retrieved the bar of soap, which had fallen out again. It was now nothing but a soggy, shapeless mass, which allowed her to jam it well in, completely filling my mouth and leaving me panting through my nose in order to breathe.

'Actually,' she went on. 'I know exactly what is to be done with you. First, a wet-bottom spanking. Excuse me, Carrie.'

Caroline was still wiping my pussy but quickly pushed the sponge up my hole, leaving me well plugged and gaping. I could well imagine how I looked behind, with my open vagina bulging with wet purple sponge and my glistening bottom stuck out at them. Jasmine knelt down and began to spank me, slapping my wet bottom as she chided me for wetting myself and pausing occasionally to spread my cheeks. Caroline soon joined in. They took a cheek each and giggled together as they spanked me. The smacks stung, but they weren't hard enough to stop me thinking about the state I was in, or about what was coming.

'. . . And hopefully that will teach you to control your bladder,' Jasmine said as the spanking stopped. 'Now, don't wriggle.'

I couldn't have done so even if I'd wanted to, but I still twisted around to see what she was doing. She'd pulled open the bag and I saw the fat red shape of a rubber enema bottle, already full for my bottom, which almost certainly meant that there was something other than water inside. Panic welled up inside me and I began to squirm in my bonds, but Jasmine merely smiled as she hung the bottle from the door of one of the cubicles. A long tube dangled from it, ending in a bulbous nozzle designed to go up my bottom hole and stay there while my rectum filled.

'Naughty baby – I said not to wriggle,' Jasmine chided. But that didn't stop me.

She took a tube from the bag, ordinary toothpaste, but I knew she planned to use it to lubricate my bottom hole, and that it would sting. Jasmine also knew, and she was grinning as she showed it to me before turning to give the tap on the bag a twist. A squirt of pinkish-white liquid emerged from the nozzle, quickly cut off as Jasmine adjusted the tap. They saw the look on my face, and laughed.

'Milk,' Caroline explained, 'with some of Osman's extra-strong Turkish chilli sauce and a measure of Stan Tierney's spunk stirred in. Me and Tiffy tossed him off into the jug. It must be very nutritious.'

The thought of drinking the revolting mixture made my stomach lurch. But it was going up my bottom, not down my throat, and it was going to sting as badly as the toothpaste. Jasmine had removed her gloves and she now took Caroline's camera from the bag, adding a whole new dimension to my degradation as she began to take photographs. Even that didn't stop me wriggling as Caroline got down behind me, and I continued to do so despite several firm slaps to my already smarting cheeks and a great deal of telling-off. It made no difference anyway. She simply took me firmly around the waist, used two fingers to spread my anus, squeezed out a worm of toothpaste, and stuck one rubber-clad finger up my bottom.

'There, is that anything to make a fuss about?' she said gently.

My answer was a queer gulping noise as my eyes popped and a froth of soap bubbles plopped from my mouth. The toothpaste burned like fire, but it had certainly done its job, making my bumhole loose and slippery after just a few pushes of Caroline's finger. I was still wriggling in her grip, indifferent to the show I was making of myself, but she held me firmly in place, enjoying my reaction and the feel of my bumhole too.

'You're lovely and tight,' she said, 'almost as if you were a virgin . . . only in your bum, of course. Your pussy hole's huge, but then I suppose it is full of sponge.'

She pulled her finger out as she finished, and began to whistle happily as she retrieved the enema hose. I felt the bulb press against my burning anus, and then I was writhing in her grip as my soft slippery ring spread from the pressure.

'Hold still for nursey,' Jasmine warned, 'or it will be spanky times again.'

I didn't care, squirming desperately in Caroline's grip as the bulb was pushed deep up my rectum, attaching me to the enema bag. She held it in and nodded to Jasmine, who gave me a wicked grin and turned the tap on. I jerked as I saw her action but there was nothing to feel at first. Then a mild, cool sensation around my bottom-hole and pussy lips. The liquid was leaking.

'Hmm, maybe not so tight after all,' Jasmine remarked. 'Maybe we should have used a bigger nozzle?'

'I think I used too much toothpaste,' Caroline suggested. 'Or maybe I shouldn't have fingered her for so long. She's gone all sloppy.'

She let go of me, unexpectedly. I fell over into my pee puddle, unable to keep my balance because of the sensations of my body, and was left lying on my side with my arms held up by the rope that attached me to the beam. My muscles ached dreadfully, my mouth and lips stung, my bumhole was burning and the chilli sauce in the enema had begun to take effect, warming my wet cunt lips and the sensitive skin between my bum cheeks. The liquid was still running up my bum, and now I could now feel the pressure as my rectum began to swell, inducing fresh panic for what I would undoubtedly do all over the floor if I wasn't untied.

Jasmine made a small adjustment to the camera to make sure that I was fully in view and then took another photograph before she ducked down. Her fingers went to the knot binding my arms and I began to babble incoherent thanks through my mouthful of soapy mush. A single tug and I felt my arms loosen a little, a sensation that brought out in me a flood of deeply pathetic gratitude to her, and to Yazzie for the skill with which she'd tied me. Once more Jasmine stood up, quickly peeling off her panties before straddling me.

'You can undo yourself now,' she told me. 'But the question is, can you hold your enema long enough to get free? They're taking bets, and most people think you'll mess yourself. Whether you do or not, you're to frig yourself off once you're free, and your punishment will be over when you've come. Take some pictures, Carrie.'

Caroline nodded, quickly peeled off her gloves and took the camera from Jasmine. I thought Jasmine was going to sit on my face, but she put her hands on her hips, stuck her belly out, and just let go. Pee erupted from her sex, catching me completely unawares. A lot of it went into my mouth, mingling with the soap to create the most revolting taste imaginable. She began to laugh at the expressions I was making, and continued to piss on my head even when I'd twisted my face away. Then she urinated all over my top, plastering the material to my breasts, and lastly she peed on my bottom and over my already badly soiled jeans where they were tangled with my panties at thigh level.

'That was fun!' Jasmine said with a laugh as she squatted to shake the last few drops of pee from her pussy and onto my skin. 'Now you can try and get free. And get on with it – Carrie's got a tenner on you making the loo.'

I'd forgotten all about untying myself while Jasmine had urinated on me, but the pressure in my rectum was beginning to get uncomfortable and I'd begun to try even as she stepped away from me. First I spat out the wad of soap in my mouth, although it made little difference. I could reach the knot that she'd loosened – just – and tug on one end of the rope. If the knot was a bow I'd be free, but if it wasn't I'd have secured myself again, which I was sure they'd think was absolutely hilarious. Both of them were watching me as I squirmed in my puddle, their arms around each other, their faces full of cruelty and excitement. I pulled the rope, which came loose.

'Clever girl,' Jasmine remarked. 'Maybe you'll make it.'

She cuddled up to Caroline, sharing a kiss to taunt me as I struggled to free myself from the elaborate criss-cross of ropes binding my arms. Everything hurt, but the enema was still pouring into me and I was already having to clench my cheeks and squeeze with my bumhole to stop myself leaking. I tried to be calm but I was too far gone, with little waves of panic welling up every time the rope wouldn't give way.

Finally the rope came fully loose and with it the leash holding me to the beam. I wrenched my arms free, grimacing as I squeezed the pins and needles from my flesh, an act more urgent even than extracting the enema hose from my bumhole. I pulled that out next, but immediately regretted it. Without the plug in my anus it was far harder to hold on, and it would be nearly impossible to get onto the loo with my ankles lashed together, at least without letting go.

My teeth were gritted with the strain as I fumbled for the knots binding my legs. There were two, one at my ankles, the other behind my knees. I grabbed the nearest and pulled hard, only to discover that it wasn't a slip knot. Jasmine laughed. Caroline gave a delighted little squeal despite being about to lose her bet. I was sobbing with frustration as I began to pull desperately at the knot, now much tighter than before. It wouldn't come loose and I could feel the muscles of my belly and bottom and thighs starting to contract in reaction to the weight of liquid in my straining rectum. It was going to happen at any second, and still the knot wouldn't come free. I burst into tears, sobbing and swearing as I tore at the knot – which gave way at the same instant as my bumhole.

A great gush of dirty milk exploded from my gut, to arch high in the air above my bottom, which by ill luck had been stuck high at the instant my anal ring gave way. It went all over the floor, and I found myself laughing hysterically for the view I was giving them, with spurt after spurt of the mixture of milk and chilli sauce and Stan Tierney's spunk erupting into the air from my gaping bumhole. All the while Caroline was taking photographs, but I was too far gone to care. I rolled onto my back, the ropes still around my ankles, liquid still bubbling from my anus. All that mattered was getting free, and I was full of a weird exhilaration as I tore off the rope. My trousers followed, my boots and socks, all pushed down and off as one soggy mass. I jerked my top up, showing off my naked tits, glistening wet with Jasmine's pee. My thighs came up and open, spreading my cunt to the camera lens, the hole still plugged with the fat purple sponge.

I began to rub at myself, wriggling on the filthy floor, snatching at my sex and squirming my bottom around in the piddle, my mouth wide open to show off the slimy, soapy mess inside, my spare hand clutching at my tits and jerking my nipples as if I was trying to milk myself at the same time as I masturbated. They wanted me to come. I was going to, to show them what they'd done to me, how they'd broken me down to a grovelling filthy little slut, which was exactly what I wanted to be. Then I came with such power that my vision went black and I was driven to the edge of consciousness before my climax finally broke. As my ecstasy faded I was giggling, happy in a way that I'd never been before, as if nothing in the entire world mattered except my state of pained, exhausted bliss.

'Mop your mess up,' Jasmine instructed. 'And then you can do us both.'

Caroline was already playing with the candle in her pussy, and it obviously wasn't going to take long. I hurried to obey, trying to ignore my aching muscles. Jasmine had the key to a cupboard full of cleaning things, and they watched as I mopped the floor, both of them teasing themselves. My clothes were filthy but I stayed nude anyway, because I wanted to be. When I was finished my two tormentors took turns to sit on one of the loos while I licked them to orgasm. Then I was finally taken by the hand and led back into the main area.

Most of the others were sitting around a pair of tables, drinks in their hands. Katie was on Duncan's lap and gave me a knowing smile. Tiffany was sitting splay-legged on Stan Tierney's knee, his hand down the front of her bottle-green school panties. Portia and Sarah were cuddled together, kissing lazily and toying with each other's breasts. Yazzie was suspended from one of the beams, stark naked, her pussy open and obviously newly fucked. Osman was behind the bar, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Amy Jane was carrying a tray of drinks to the table, still in her pretty red corset but with no knickers. I'd never seen her look so happy.

'Ah, there you are, Isabelle,' Eliza said. 'I hope you enjoyed your enema?'

'Yes, thank you, Mistress,' I said, the words slipping from my mouth without conscious thought.

'That's what I like to hear,' she said. 'We've been having a little talk, and everybody agrees that you should say sorry to Amy Jane for spanking her without her consent, and for being rude to her.'

'Gladly,' I said. 'Sorry, Amy Jane.'

'Properly,' Eliza stated firmly. 'You are to give her a nice kiss.'

'Yes, of course,' I said. I stepped forward, only to be brought up short by a cough from Eliza.

'I think you know what I mean, Isabelle,' she said patiently. 'Get on your knees.'

I got down, still feeling far too submissive to even think of disobedience but a little shocked for what I was expected to do.

'Do you really want me to do this?' I asked as Amy Jane stepped close.

'From the day I met you,' she told me. 'Something, anyway, not this . . . I never imagined that any woman could want to do anything as rude as this, except me. Now I know better.'

I managed a weak smile. For all her looks and all her shy manner, the Owl's fantasies had been as dark as mine all along.

'I'm sorry,' I told her, 'genuinely sorry, and I'll show you. Make me do it from behind.'

A murmur of appreciation ran around the room. Amy Jane hesitated, but then she turned, presenting me with the full cheeky globes of her bottom, fat and nude, her bum cheeks parted to show a deep, tightly puckered bumhole and a sweetly pouting virgin cunt. I moved forward, closing my eyes in blissful submission and very real apology as I began to lick, tasting her pussy and anus as the others started to clap. Amy Jane gave a soft moan and reached back to take me gently by the hair, pulling me against herself to smother me in ripe meaty girlflesh. I stuck my tongue up her bottom in response, probing deep in her anus to let my mouth fill with the taste as my hand slipped between my own thighs. She started to gasp, her big cheeks already squeezing against my face, and I put my mouth to her pussy instead, licking eagerly even as my own ecstasy rose up. I had Amy Jane's bum in my face, the Owl's big round bottom, the perfect humiliation to make me come, especially when I so thoroughly deserved it. I was rubbing myself hard as she came full in my face, bringing myself to climax seconds later.

'Good,' Eliza said as our mutual shivers died down. 'Very good, in fact. Keep her there, please, Amy Jane, but not too tight.'

The grip in my hair grew looser and I moved back a little, held with my face just inches from the cheeky peach of Amy Jane's bottom as Eliza carried on. It was an awful position, kneeling with my face held to a girl's bottom, and not just any girl. But Eliza had ordered it and that was enough for me.

'We have also decided that it is important to allow each member of the Rattaners to fully express her sexuality, and that we need to give greater consideration to those men who know about the society, which we hope will also avoid some of the difficulties we've experienced this term. This also has to be formal, and fair. You evidently need regular spankings, Isabelle, so you will be dealt with once a week . . .'

'Once a week?' I asked.

'Once a week,' Eliza said firmly. 'Or more frequently if necessary, and by either Duncan, myself or Sarah . . .'

'Sarah?'

'Yes, Sarah. Why not? And please will you let me finish.'

'Sorry, but . . .'

'In addition to which,' she went on, 'we have agreed to establish a rota among the eight of you . . .'

'Eight?'

'Yes, eight. Not Sarah or myself, obviously, but you, Portia, Jasmine, Caroline, Katie, Tiffany, Yazzie and Amy Jane, who are to make themselves available for oral sex . . .'

'Oral sex! With who?'

'Duncan, Isadore, Walter, Stanley, Osman and perhaps one or two others. And please don't try and pretend you won't enjoy it every bit as much as the others, Isabelle.'

'Yes, but that's not fair! At least—'

'Do make her shut up, please, Amy Jane,' Eliza said.

My protests were reduced to a muffled gulping noise as my face was pulled firmly back between the Owl's bottom cheeks. But it wasn't really necessary. I would be doing as I'd been told, because only that way would I be true to myself.