A Study in Shame (15 page)

‘Turn around and place your feet on the marks.’

Again I obeyed, despite having to turn my back to the girls and set my legs well apart, which meant that once my knickers were down they’d be able to see everything.

Magnus waited until I was ready before speaking again. ‘Touch your toes.’

I went down, grateful for all my years of ballet classes as I bent forward to touch my extended fingers to the points of my shoes with my back still arched to show off my bottom. Magnus came behind me, to stroke my bottom through my dress, just briefly but it was enough to send a powerful jolt of shame and excitement through my body. I thought he’d turn up my skirts, but he walked past and spoke again. ‘We thought it would be amusing to have the girls help to get you ready. Charlie, perhaps if you’d be kind enough to turn Lucinda’s dress up?’

Charlie got up and I closed my eyes to savour the sensation of having my beautiful dress lifted onto my back, first the skirt and then the petticoat beneath, to leave me with the full length of my stocking-clad legs on show as well as the seat of my expensive panties. Magnus gave a click of his tongue which might have indicated approval for my choice of underwear, or merely amusement for the display I was making of myself.

Charlie went back to the couch and I was given a moment to contemplate the indignity of my position before Magnus spoke again. ‘Stacey, I believe Lucinda feels it appropriate to have her breasts bare when she’s punished, if you would?’

Stacey came up in turn and I had to endure having my chest exposed, first the zip at the back of my dress opened a little way, then the front tugged down to show off my bra, and finally that too disarranged, to leave my breasts hanging bare and rounded beneath me. She even treated herself to a brief feel, stroking my nipples and pinching each erect before breaking off as Magnus gave a cough.

‘Not yet, my dear. That part of her punishment comes later. Right, knickers down.’

He did it suddenly, taking hold of the waistband of my panties and tugging them smartly down over my cheeks. I gasped as my bottom came bare, the cool air on my cunt and anus removing any last doubt that all three of them could see every rude detail of my rear view. Again I was left to think about the position I was in as Magnus stepped to one side, addressing the girls. ‘Think on this for a little please, young ladies. This is what happens to Peeping Thomasinas: they end up showing a great deal more than they saw themselves. Isn’t that right, Lucinda?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good, I’m glad you appreciate that, but, of course, it’s only the start of your lesson.’

As he spoke, he laid the cane across the cheeks of my bottom. I winced, wondering what madness had allowed me to get myself into this awful situation, but I knew the answer: my own craving for shameful dirty sex. That didn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt, far from it, and as Magnus lifted the cane from my bottom I was gritting my teeth, determined to take it well in front of the girls.

‘You deserve this, Lucinda.’

I heard the swish as the cane came down, to bite into the flesh of my bottom and lay a line of fire across my cheeks. All my resolve to be dignified about being beaten vanished on the instant as I let out a screech of pain and jumped up, clutching my hurt bottom and dancing up and down on my toes in a desperate effort to dull the burning.

Stacey gave a little gasp of shock and Charlie was giggling, but Magnus merely waited until I’d got over myself before speaking once more. ‘Back into position, Lucinda, and do try to take it like a lady.’

He touched the cane to my bottom once more even as I resumed my humiliating position and I found myself begging him to wait, only to be ignored and a second line of fire laid across my defenceless bottom cheeks. I tried to stop myself from jumping up but couldn’t, adding to the pathetic display I was making of myself with another silly little dance, but forcing myself to touch my toes again without having to be told.

Magnus was trying to hide a grin as he stepped away, passing the cane to Charlie as he spoke. ‘I thought it only fair that we each had a turn, two strokes apiece.’

I blew my breath out, relieved even as Charlie measured up her stroke across my bottom, sure she wouldn’t be nearly as hard on me as Magnus. The cane lifted, I closed my eyes, and screamed louder than before as the cane came down not across my bottom, but across my thighs, with a searing pain far worse than when it had been applied to the proper target.

‘Ow! You vicious little bitch!’

She was laughing as she spoke, and imitating my own voice. ‘Such language, Lucinda, really!’

My answer was a heartfelt sob as I got back into position, but Magnus spoke up once more. ‘She really is being rather noisy about this, music or no music.’

Charlie nodded and immediately reached up under the short denim skirt she was wearing, to lever off a pair of tarty red and black panties. I knew exactly where they were going and opened my mouth, already resigned to one more humiliation. She crammed in the panties, gagging me and filling my mouth with the taste of her sex. Only then did I realise that it would have been a good idea to ask her not to cane my thighs, but it was too late, the hard line of the wood already pressed across my cheeks.

‘OK, Juicy Lucy, here’s number four.’

I winced, but the cane landed plum across my bottom, and even though it hurt I managed to hold my position, only to provoke laughter from both girls.

Charlie spoke up. ‘Don’t you just love the way her tits jiggle? OK, she’s all yours, Stacey.’

Stacey had already stood up to take the cane, but to my surprise Charlie didn’t resume her place on the couch but sank to her knees in front of Magnus. He saw I was watching and gave me a happy grin as he freed his cock into her mouth, but Stacey was already measuring the cane up across my bottom and I barely knew how to react anyway. I braced myself, closed my eyes and nearly went over on my face as the cane bit in across my cheeks just as hard as when Magnus had been wielding it, to leave me shaking my head in reaction and gulping in air through my mouthful of panty material.

‘One to go, sweetie.’

I hung my head, ruefully watching my friend suck my man’s cock as Stacey tapped the cane to my bottom. Magnus was nearly hard, and his eyes were fixed firmly on my rear view even as Charlie worked on his erection. The caning was nearly over, but I knew exactly where his cock was going once I was done, and it wasn’t up the girl doing the sucking. I was going to be fucked in front of my friends, a thought that stayed firmly in my head even as Stacey lashed the cane down across my bottom.

The stroke was as hard as ever, and this time I made no effort to hide my feelings, clutching my bottom and jumping up and down, oblivious to the ridiculous way it made my tits bounce, and turning to face my tormentors as soon as I could get my body under control. All three of them looked thoroughly pleased with themselves, although it was a bit hard to tell with Charlie, who was now tugging on Magnus’s fully erect cock while she licked at his balls. I spat out her panties and threw them at her head.

‘Well? What now?’

Magnus pointed to the empty part of the couch. ‘Kneel down, with your bottom well up. I’m going to fuck you.’

I obeyed, climbing into position for entry. My entire bottom was on fire, and my thighs, the six cane strokes stinging dreadfully and sending a burning heat to my cunt, which felt wet and ready. Magnus was no less aroused, as he detached himself gently from Charlie and came behind me, to press the head of his cock to my gaping hole. He pushed, my cunt filled with one long, even stroke, his hands closed on my hips and I was being fucked, with my friends looking on as he thrust himself into me.

Stacey had sat down again, right next to Charlie as there was no space further up, and even though I was being shoved into the sofa by Magnus I couldn’t help but notice that their arms were quickly around each other’s waist. I smiled, thinking of all the wonderful naughty fun we could have together and how wrong I’d been about Stacey, only for my mouth to come wide as Magnus pushed himself in as deep as he could get and held it there with his huge hands kneading the flesh of my bottom.

I thought he’d come, and twisted around to take him in my mouth so that I could suck his cock clean of my own juices as I brought myself to ecstasy, but when he pulled out it was to let his erection slide up between my cheeks, rubbing in my slit as he spoke to me, his voice hoarse and deep. ‘Stay still, Lucinda. I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.’

He pressed his cock to my anus. I realised he was going to try to bugger me and was babbling immediately. ‘Oh, God, no, Magnus, I can’t take it, and not in front of everybody, not up my bottom!’

I twisted around as Charlie gave a nervous giggle, to see her passing him a silvery tube with a label showing two muscular young men, one with his bottom stuck out towards the other. Magnus took it and I could only gape in horror, unable to resist what was about to be done to me even as the thick slippery lubricant was applied to my bottom hole. I was shaking my head, but I didn’t mean it and they all knew that.

Both girls watched as Magnus once more pushed his erection to my now slippery bottom hole, which immediately began to open. I felt my ring spread to the pressure and my mouth had come wide in reaction and in raw awful shame as my boyfriend began to feed his erection slowly up my bottom in front of my two friends, first the head, then more, all the way in, until at last his balls were pressed to my empty cunt. For the first time in my life I was being buggered, properly, with the full length of a man’s cock up my bottom, and it was bliss. Better still, I’d been caned first and it was part of the punishment, and done in front of witnesses, with Charlie and Stacey now clinging tight together as they watched me get my bottom fucked, as if scared that if they let go they’d be next.

My hand went back and I was masturbating as Magnus sodomised me, already dizzy with shame and ecstasy for the feel of his cock in my bottom hole and the very fact that I didn’t have anything up my cunt. I’d barely touched myself before my ring began to tighten on his shaft, and as he started to get faster I realised we were going to come together. My climax hit and I was screaming, begging him to do me harder even as he pumped spunk up my bottom and thanking him for my punishment, the girls too, who were now kissing, in a babble of words that ended only when he finally pulled his erection free of my anus and thrust it deep into my open willing mouth. As both Stacey and Charlie squealed in mingled delight and disgust, I began to suck.

Magnus had barely finished coming and gave a long sigh before he spoke. ‘Now you really ought to feel ashamed of yourself.’

I did, and it was perfect.

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