Horny paul banging my juicy love hole
had been ptoud of my breasts when they first started growing, but then they kept growing and they became an embarrassment to me. Of course, they attracted the attention of boys at school, but I became really self-concious about them and even refused to wear a bikini when I went swimming.
“Now the rest,” Paul said.
They could already see my pubes anyway, so what was the point of keeping my jeans and panties on? Meekly complying with their wishes, I stripped naked and stood there, awaiting further instructions.
“Give me your panties,” Paul said.
Again, shame-faced and totally humiliated, I did as I was told. I picked up my pink panties and handed them to Paul, who smiled at my submissiveness and openly sniffed the crotch of my panties before handing them to james, who also sniffed them.
“That’s what girls smell like,” Paul said, grinning.
“Go and stand in the corner, cleméncy,” james said. “Hands on head.”
Why was I doing this? Why was I allowing two teenage boys to order me around like I was their servant or slave? Worst of all, why was I enjoying this humiliation? My pussy was already wet and I only hoped the boys didn’t notice.
Paul said, “Spread your legs, cleméncy. Wider. Good girl.”
“She’s got a nice bum,” James said, giggling.
I felt totally humiliated, and I was sure my face was bright red. I was shaking too, even though it was a warm evening. Here I was, a 20 year old woman, standing naked in a room with 13 year and 15 year old boys, letting them order me about and control me. I could hear the boys playing their game, laughing and joking, and it was more humiliating to me that they weren’t even taking any notice of me. After what seemed like an eternity, Paul announced that it was my turn again.
“I think we should stop now,” I said. “nana will be home soon.”
It wasn’t true, but I desperately needed to gain some sort of control, to end this humiliation, even though I somehow craved it. But even as I said it, I was aware of how weak and pathetic my voice sounded, and I knew I didn’t have any authority in this room, despite supposedly being the grown-up.
“It’s over when we say it’s over,” james said firmly. “Sit down and play the game.”
I was beaten. I sat down on the bed between the two boys and was accutely aware of my nakedness, sitting next to two fully-dressed boys. I made no attempt to cover my bare breasts or pubes. The game started and I knew it was hopeless, but I tried anyway, knowing that I was going to suffer further punishments, further humiliations. The game itself was pointless now – I may as well have just stood naked in front of them and awaited their commands. In a way, the game was just another punishment, a way to increase my anxiety, wondering what they had in mind for me next.
“She’s getting worse,” Paul said. “She must like being punished.”
James laughed and said, “I think you’re right. She must do.”
The game ended and I bowed my head in shame. When was this nightmare going to end? Did I even want it to? I sat there, trembling, awaiting my next humiliation.
“Go downstairs and get us a coke, and I’d like a sandwich too. Ham and tomato.”
Paul said, “I’ll have cheese.”
I knew it was pointless to ask to put something on first, as I knew it wouldn’t be allowed, so I went downstairs naked and made their snacks. I was a little nervous, as our kitchen window has no curtains or blinds, and it was possible to see in from the flats at the end of the garden, but it was unlikely. I was tempted to turn the light
out and work in the near darkness, using just the light from the hallway, but I chose not to.
In a way, this was like my times walking around the house naked, except I was always careful not to stand near windows, even though I often fantasised about being seen. Now, in some perverse way, I no longer cared, because I’d somehow relinquished responsibility, and my warped thinking was that if I got into trouble, it was Paul and james’s fault, not mine. It sounds silly, but I felt like I was a little kid, and that’s how my childish logic worked.
As I headed back upstairs, I knew the boys had been discussing what to do to me.
“You need to be punished,” Paul said, as I handed them their snacks. I just stood there, naked and helpless, knowing I would do whatever they said.
“You do need to be punished, don’t you, cleméncy?”
I stood there, and then I quietly answered, “yes.” even though I couldn’t think I’d done anything wrong, except if I hadn’t done anything wrong, then why was I standing here naked like this?
James said, “When are sister is naughty, Dad smacks her bum. I think you should have your bum smacked too, don’t you, cleméncy?”
Shame-faced, I nodded and said, “Yes… ”
I stood there, trembling and naked while they played ‘rock, scissors, paper’ to see who would go first. James won, but Paul didn’t mind, as he knew he’d get his turn soon enough. James pulled the wooden chair from my dressing table and put it in the middle of the room. He sat on it and told me to lay across his knees. I was totally
humiliated, a 20 year old woman laying across a 13 year old boy’s lap, awaiting a spanking. It was quite clear that james was turned on by this evening’s events, as I could feel his cock was hard, pressing against my stomach. I’m ashamed to admit that I was turned on too, despite my nervousness and unease.
“How many smacks do you think you should get?” james asked, running his hand over my bare bottom. I didn’t know what to say.
“Six?”
“That’s not very many. I think you deserve more than that, don’t you?”
“Yes… ” I admitted. I realised that they were waiting for me to come up with a more appropriate number, though they seemed in no hurry.
“Twelve… ” I said, tentatively.
“Okay,” james said. “We’ll start with twelve. I just hope you learn your lesson, young lady.”
It sent a shiver through my body, hearing him talk to me like that, like I was a little girl. I silently hoped Mum didn’t come home and see me like this. In a perverse way, I wished she didn’t come home tonight at all, that Paul and james would continue to humilaite and punish me. What was I thinking?
James started spanking me, and it was harder than I expected, and made me cry out. He ignored my protests and carried on, one cheek and then the other. I felt too weak to resist and just lay there, allowing him to smack my bum.
“Stand up,” james said.
My knees were weak. I managed to stand, but my legs felt like jelly. I rubbed my bum cheeks, trying to take away the sting. I caught sight of myself in the dressing table mirror and saw that my bum was bright pink.
“My turn now,” Horny Paul said, smiling at me, as he took james’s place on the wooden chair. He patted his thighs, indicating that I should take my place laying across them.
“No, please… let me rest a minute… ”
I saw a look pass between the two boys, and then Horny Paul said, “Okay, cleméncy. We’ll let you catch your breath.”
He stood up and led me over to the dressing table. He made me bend over at the waist until my forehead was resting on the cool wood surface. I was then made to put my hands out so I was gripping either side of the dressing table. My large breasts hung down, like a cow’s udders, wobbling slightly.
“Okay, cleméncy. Spread your legs.”
I knew if I did that both boys would have a clear view of my exposed pussy. Worse, they would see how wet I was, and that their humiliations were turning me on. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to obey them, but I was so nervous.
Paul said, “Did you hear me, clemency? Are you deliberately being naughty? You know you’re only making things worse for yourself, don’t you?”
“Please… ”
James said, “Looks like we’ll have to show your nana your panties and see what she says when we tell her you stripped naked in front of us.”
“Please… don’t… “It’s up to you, cleméncy.
It’s up to you, . We’ve tried to be lenient with you, but you keep trying to be naughty all the time, and we are growing tired of it. Maybe are nana can do something with you.”
What choice did I have? If nana found out half of what I’d done tonight, I’d never be able to face her again. How could I possibly explain any of this? With a deep sigh, I signalled my defeat and slowly started to spread my legs.
“Wider. Keep going, cleméncy. Wider.”
My legs were spread achingly wide, and I knew my pussy was open obscenely to the gaze of the two young boys. I had no doubt that mine was the first pussy either boy had seen, and they must have thought Christmas had come early to have a girl like me at their mercy.
Paul said, “Rest like that for a few minutes, cleméncy. Your earlier disobedience means your spanking will be much worse than before. Do you understand?”
“Now the rest,” Paul said.
They could already see my pubes anyway, so what was the point of keeping my jeans and panties on? Meekly complying with their wishes, I stripped naked and stood there, awaiting further instructions.
“Give me your panties,” Paul said.
Again, shame-faced and totally humiliated, I did as I was told. I picked up my pink panties and handed them to Paul, who smiled at my submissiveness and openly sniffed the crotch of my panties before handing them to james, who also sniffed them.
“That’s what girls smell like,” Paul said, grinning.
“Go and stand in the corner, cleméncy,” james said. “Hands on head.”
Why was I doing this? Why was I allowing two teenage boys to order me around like I was their servant or slave? Worst of all, why was I enjoying this humiliation? My pussy was already wet and I only hoped the boys didn’t notice.
Paul said, “Spread your legs, cleméncy. Wider. Good girl.”
“She’s got a nice bum,” James said, giggling.
I felt totally humiliated, and I was sure my face was bright red. I was shaking too, even though it was a warm evening. Here I was, a 20 year old woman, standing naked in a room with 13 year and 15 year old boys, letting them order me about and control me. I could hear the boys playing their game, laughing and joking, and it was more humiliating to me that they weren’t even taking any notice of me. After what seemed like an eternity, Paul announced that it was my turn again.
“I think we should stop now,” I said. “nana will be home soon.”
It wasn’t true, but I desperately needed to gain some sort of control, to end this humiliation, even though I somehow craved it. But even as I said it, I was aware of how weak and pathetic my voice sounded, and I knew I didn’t have any authority in this room, despite supposedly being the grown-up.
“It’s over when we say it’s over,” james said firmly. “Sit down and play the game.”
I was beaten. I sat down on the bed between the two boys and was accutely aware of my nakedness, sitting next to two fully-dressed boys. I made no attempt to cover my bare breasts or pubes. The game started and I knew it was hopeless, but I tried anyway, knowing that I was going to suffer further punishments, further humiliations. The game itself was pointless now – I may as well have just stood naked in front of them and awaited their commands. In a way, the game was just another punishment, a way to increase my anxiety, wondering what they had in mind for me next.
“She’s getting worse,” Paul said. “She must like being punished.”
James laughed and said, “I think you’re right. She must do.”
The game ended and I bowed my head in shame. When was this nightmare going to end? Did I even want it to? I sat there, trembling, awaiting my next humiliation.
“Go downstairs and get us a coke, and I’d like a sandwich too. Ham and tomato.”
Paul said, “I’ll have cheese.”
I knew it was pointless to ask to put something on first, as I knew it wouldn’t be allowed, so I went downstairs naked and made their snacks. I was a little nervous, as our kitchen window has no curtains or blinds, and it was possible to see in from the flats at the end of the garden, but it was unlikely. I was tempted to turn the light
out and work in the near darkness, using just the light from the hallway, but I chose not to.
In a way, this was like my times walking around the house naked, except I was always careful not to stand near windows, even though I often fantasised about being seen. Now, in some perverse way, I no longer cared, because I’d somehow relinquished responsibility, and my warped thinking was that if I got into trouble, it was Paul and james’s fault, not mine. It sounds silly, but I felt like I was a little kid, and that’s how my childish logic worked.
As I headed back upstairs, I knew the boys had been discussing what to do to me.
“You need to be punished,” Paul said, as I handed them their snacks. I just stood there, naked and helpless, knowing I would do whatever they said.
“You do need to be punished, don’t you, cleméncy?”
I stood there, and then I quietly answered, “yes.” even though I couldn’t think I’d done anything wrong, except if I hadn’t done anything wrong, then why was I standing here naked like this?
James said, “When are sister is naughty, Dad smacks her bum. I think you should have your bum smacked too, don’t you, cleméncy?”
Shame-faced, I nodded and said, “Yes… ”
I stood there, trembling and naked while they played ‘rock, scissors, paper’ to see who would go first. James won, but Paul didn’t mind, as he knew he’d get his turn soon enough. James pulled the wooden chair from my dressing table and put it in the middle of the room. He sat on it and told me to lay across his knees. I was totally
humiliated, a 20 year old woman laying across a 13 year old boy’s lap, awaiting a spanking. It was quite clear that james was turned on by this evening’s events, as I could feel his cock was hard, pressing against my stomach. I’m ashamed to admit that I was turned on too, despite my nervousness and unease.
“How many smacks do you think you should get?” james asked, running his hand over my bare bottom. I didn’t know what to say.
“Six?”
“That’s not very many. I think you deserve more than that, don’t you?”
“Yes… ” I admitted. I realised that they were waiting for me to come up with a more appropriate number, though they seemed in no hurry.
“Twelve… ” I said, tentatively.
“Okay,” james said. “We’ll start with twelve. I just hope you learn your lesson, young lady.”
It sent a shiver through my body, hearing him talk to me like that, like I was a little girl. I silently hoped Mum didn’t come home and see me like this. In a perverse way, I wished she didn’t come home tonight at all, that Paul and james would continue to humilaite and punish me. What was I thinking?
James started spanking me, and it was harder than I expected, and made me cry out. He ignored my protests and carried on, one cheek and then the other. I felt too weak to resist and just lay there, allowing him to smack my bum.
“Stand up,” james said.
My knees were weak. I managed to stand, but my legs felt like jelly. I rubbed my bum cheeks, trying to take away the sting. I caught sight of myself in the dressing table mirror and saw that my bum was bright pink.
“My turn now,” Horny Paul said, smiling at me, as he took james’s place on the wooden chair. He patted his thighs, indicating that I should take my place laying across them.
“No, please… let me rest a minute… ”
I saw a look pass between the two boys, and then Horny Paul said, “Okay, cleméncy. We’ll let you catch your breath.”
He stood up and led me over to the dressing table. He made me bend over at the waist until my forehead was resting on the cool wood surface. I was then made to put my hands out so I was gripping either side of the dressing table. My large breasts hung down, like a cow’s udders, wobbling slightly.
“Okay, cleméncy. Spread your legs.”
I knew if I did that both boys would have a clear view of my exposed pussy. Worse, they would see how wet I was, and that their humiliations were turning me on. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to obey them, but I was so nervous.
Paul said, “Did you hear me, clemency? Are you deliberately being naughty? You know you’re only making things worse for yourself, don’t you?”
“Please… ”
James said, “Looks like we’ll have to show your nana your panties and see what she says when we tell her you stripped naked in front of us.”
“Please… don’t… “It’s up to you, cleméncy.
It’s up to you, . We’ve tried to be lenient with you, but you keep trying to be naughty all the time, and we are growing tired of it. Maybe are nana can do something with you.”
What choice did I have? If nana found out half of what I’d done tonight, I’d never be able to face her again. How could I possibly explain any of this? With a deep sigh, I signalled my defeat and slowly started to spread my legs.
“Wider. Keep going, cleméncy. Wider.”
My legs were spread achingly wide, and I knew my pussy was open obscenely to the gaze of the two young boys. I had no doubt that mine was the first pussy either boy had seen, and they must have thought Christmas had come early to have a girl like me at their mercy.
Paul said, “Rest like that for a few minutes, cleméncy. Your earlier disobedience means your spanking will be much worse than before. Do you understand?”