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 ï>¿Swat on a Hot Teen Youth byporterskyÂ(C)

   Chapter 10.  Family Relations

   Ashley had just started to calm down a bit from the disturbing evening
at the bar with her Uncle and "Daddy Al." Her head felt a more steady on
her neck, though the margaritas had certainly not yet totally loosened
their grip on her, and she still felt the unsteady drifting feeling the
hard alcohol had engendered.  She was regaining the ability to concentrate
on the detective novel she was reading, avidly engrossed as she was in
following the travails of the strong female protagonist.

   She lounged in one of the hotel's high-backed beige, overstuffed
armchairs, her bare legs bent, resting against the chair's arm, her body at
an angle, her book resting on her lap.  Tonight, of course, as usual, her
Uncle had dictated her sleepwear.  He certainly didn't allow her to lounge
about in her preferred, loose, boy-style pajamas, dictating instead that
she wear ultra-feminine, girlish sleepwear.  Tonight, he had pondered for a
while over her the suitcase of clothes he'd insisted she bring on their
brief weekend excursion, far too many clothes for only two days away, she
thought, and had finally chosen a translucent, sheer, gauzy pink, babydoll
nightgown whose ruffled hem reached down to the middle of her upper thighs.
The bodice consisted of two soft, unstructured cups of pique, cream lace
contrasting nicely with the pink of the nightie.  At the juncture of the
bra cups a cream satin knot secured the two sides.  Below the bow, a small
gap served to display just a demure glimpse of the inner swell of each of
Ashley's creamy, soft, full breasts.  The hem of the babydoll draped
loosely across her upper thighs as she read.  Her feet were tucked in below
her thighs, her candy red toenails peeking out.

   It was a testament to Edwards' training that his niece, who only a short
time ago would have been mortified by being with a man while so skimpily
attired, was now resigned enough to be so exposed to her Uncle that she was
able for a moment to forget where she was and how she was dressed in the
older man's presence, that she was able to attend to any other activity. 
In fact, Ashley was sleepily engrossed in her novel, and was unaware as her
Uncle looked up from his own book towards her, and consider her intently as
he tipped his glass slightly and savored the heat of his fine Scotch
Whiskey.  He examined her leisurely and with pleasure, his attention
focusing on the soft drape of the nightgown's hem over his niece's trim
thighs, which, compressed by her trim calves tucked under them, broadened
and swelled ripely.  "Ripe" was, as well, he thought, a good word for the
way her heavy bosom swelled the lace of her top.  Ashley turned a page
distractedly.  Edward's stare focused on the sway this engendered in his
niece's free hanging breasts, their lace covering doing little to conceal
the rounded orbs' pendulous shift.  After Ashley's admirable boobs had
stopped their fluid movement, his attention moved to her long bare arms,
and her rounded shoulder, on which a single cream-colored, thin, satin
strap was delicately poised.  Her eyes shone brightly from a slight
inebriation, and Ashley's auburn shoulder-length hair flashed with deep
chestnut and reddish glints by the warm light of the room's sconce lamps
and the fire in the small, dark wooded fireplace.

   Edwards, unlike his niece in her nightwear, was still dressed as he had
been during the evening, in corduroy trousers and a red turtleneck.  Ashley
had not considered why her uncle had not changed for the evening, but she
was accustomed to his being dressed while she was to one degree or another
in deshabille.  Had she stopped to think of it she might even have been
relieved considering the duties she had so recently been called upon to
fulfill when last he had presented himself to her wearing only a bathrobe.
But her relief would have been misplaced.  Edward had plans for the
remainder of the evening that would have distressed the oblivious young
thing had she known of them.

   The commencement of Edwards plans was signaled by a sound, that of
knocking on the room's door.  Ashley looked up puzzled, which the naive
girl would not have she overheard the brief conversation which had taken
place her Uncle had parted ways with the sad, older man at the bar.  Their
exchange had brightened that fellows expression notably.

   "My dear fellow," Edwards had said leaning towards Alfred
conspiratorially, "It would please Ashley no end, I'm sure, of you were to
come by in an hour to our hotel and help with her bedtime ritual?  Why, you
haven't even received you explanation for the meaning of her nickname, have
you, and I have no doubt this would amuse you no end.  Here's the address,
come by for a nightcap and a chat and help put Tee Emm to bed, won't you?
An hour should be just right to get her relaxed and dressed for bed."

   The man had agreed enthusiastically and parted quickly, eager to leave
before this splendid opportunity changed on him.  He hadn't even waited for
Ashley to return from the restroom where she'd gone to calm herself after
her awful evening.  When she did return, her pleasure at her rude Daddy's
departure showed clearly on her face and in the way her body relaxed. 
Edwards observed that with pleasure, relishing his niece's misapprehension
that her evening's travails were done.  They had, he knew, only entered a
more refined and humiliating second act to which he'd secured the leading
protagonist and arranged the new set.

   It was to this set, his and Ashley's cozy hotel suite, which he admitted
Daddy Al, as Ashley eyes widened, and she tensed her legs and pulled them
deeper under her, pulling hastily at the brief length of the skirt of her
nightie in a vain attempt to cover their bareness.  Due to the skirt's
brevity however, she was unable to draw it down below the middle of her
thighs, despite leaning forward.  She was unable to avoid leaving bare a
long expanse of her fetching, bronzed, smooth, feminine leg.

   She had hoped to never see the weasely, old, lecher again, ever, and
here he was again!  Worse, she was undressed and her Uncle had obviously
planned him to be here.  Her vision blurred and her chin trembled, her gaze
dropping to the floor so she didn't have to observe the men exchanging
pleasantries, her Uncle ushering the stranger into the room.  She trembled
at the thought of what might be in store for her this evening.  She'd be at
the mercy of her Uncle and this brutish, awful low-life.  Her thoughts spun
as she recalled him railing against the new generation and their permissive
ways and his inability to properly discipline his own wayward daughters. 
Her Uncle might want to illustrate how very differently he went about
educating and disciplining her!  She sprung up to flee to her room, but
froze where she had stood.  She knew that if she didn't obey her Uncle's
every command and whim, her punishment would be much much worse.  If he
wanted, she knew, even that punishment would be meted out not in private
with her Uncle who she was at least accustomed to, but in front of the
creepy stranger as well.

   "My dear Daddy," invited Edwards, "do sit.  So good of you to stop by.
You caught Ashley just before her bedtime as you can see, but no matter,
she can serve us a nightcap.  And keep us entertained awhile." Ashley's
stomach knotted as she heard she might be "entertainment." "No need for her
to retire just yet," continued Edwars, "even though she is dressed for bed!
Ashley, whi don't you serve your Daddy here a glass of Scotch!"

   As the men sat down, Edwards in his chair and Daddy Al on one end of the
ample sofa, Ashley walked slowly to the drinks cart next to Edwards chair.
Her bare feet shuffled a bit on the bare wooden floor.

   "Yes, girlie's lookin' ready to be tucked in, eh?  And a very fetching
little outfit she's wearing, I must say!  Looks very comfortable for bed,
light and wispy-like."

   "Do you think so?" responded Edwards, "I supposed you're right.  Young
ladies, nowadays, seem almost uncomfortable if they're not wearing
something revealing.  Almost as if they're afraid their feminine appeal
won't be appreciated and they need to demonstrate their fecundity, the
ripeness of a bared girlish thigh, the curve of a full breast or buttock
cheek!"

   Ashley blushed as she heard her Uncle's taunting descriptions of her
body.  She leaned down to take the bottle of Scotch.  She'd been tutored
well, and poured a measure of the amber fluid into a short, cut-glass
tumbler for her "Daddy." She could feel the slight stickiness of nervous
perspiration under her arms, caused by the awareness that the two older men
were watching her scantily covered body as she prepared their drinks.  She
blushed, and felt the slight dampness under her breasts as she imagined the
spectacle she was providing them.

   Ashley's nervousness was indeed warranted, given the amused and rapt
attention that "Daddy" Al was affording the nubile teen-ager.  His grin had
broadened as the girl had leaned towards the drinks cart, her already
short, flouncy, skirt hem riding up to reveal an expanse of the smooth,
pale, rear of Ashley's upper thighs, the muscles of her leg rippling
smoothly as she leaned over.  Ashley tried to crouch down as she reached
for the bottle on the lower shelf of the drinks cart, trying to cause her
skirt to ride up as little as possible.  "I don't want," she thought to
herself, "to flash them my panties!  Who knows what they'll think of next
if they get a glimpse of my underwear!"

   Her efforts were in vain.  Though she avoided for the moment displaying
her panties to the men by bending in an awkward attitude at the waist and
knee, she unwittingly provided them with a view of her negligee clad back
flanked by the twin swellings of her full breast orbs swinging gently,
their creamy lace covering stretching out as their heavy, almost liquid,
mass swung free.

   She righted herself and quickly filled two tumblers with a measure of
liquor.  She shuffled over to the grinning "Daddy" and shily handed him a
glass, which he took from her, his intent gaze never shifting from her
front.  She handed her Uncle his drink, which he took with a polite
acknowledgement and a relaxed smile, displaying his lack of hurry, his
mastery over the moment and his certitude that there was all the time in
the world for him to enjoy her forced servility.

   He reached out, taking Ashley's hand and turning her so her back was to
Al.  She knew that man would be feasting his eyes on her bare thighs and
the long expanse of her back exposed by the plunging rear of her filmy
nightgown.  Alfred did just that, as well as staring intently at the
flowing pink swell of the nightgown's skirt as it broadened over Ashley's
rounded rear.  The material let light through but he could not make out her
panties through it, to his annoyance.  This was, however, only to be a
momentary disappointment, as Edwards lamented, "Of course, as you yourself
have observed, the fashion to which slutty young ladies like Ashley are
drawn these days, this nightgown is much longer than Ashley would have
chosen for herself, I have no doubt.  True, it displays my nieces' upper
thighs quite nicely, doesn't it...

   Alfred interjected, "Oh yes, very acceptable bare, yes.  Smooth and
creamy, full and not too slim, but not an ounce of fat, looks like."

   Edwards smiled and his palm smoothed the rear of Ashley's upper thigh
proprietarily and casually.  Alfred observed the ease with which the
gentleman groped the helpless girl, the caressing hand clearly accustomed
to taking liberties with her body freely and without resistance.  He
wondered jealously how the girls' Uncle had gotten her accustomed to
letting him grope her body.  Had he only managed to do so with his own
naughty daughters, they'd have gotten what was coming to them!  He knew he
wanted to touch the young TM similarly and was confident he'd be given the
chance by the posh pervert petting the rear of the girl's delicious and
unprotected thighs.  His hands clasped involuntarily, hungering to grope
the helpless girl himself.

   Edwards laughed appreciatively as he sensed the low-life lechers
fascination with the way he freely caressed the girl's defenseless, bare,
thighs.  "Still, left to her own poor choices, TM would probably choose a
much shorter skirt, wouldn't you, Ashley?"

   Ashley quaked.  She knew that only an affirmative answer was expected or
would be tolerated.  She could only play along with her Uncle's game of
displaying her body to this foul stranger.  She couldn't bring herself to
say what she was expected to, even if it meant she'd be punished.  She
couldn't bring herself to say she'd have preferred a more revealing skirt.
Instead she whimpered slightly as she felt Edwards' hands grasp her hemline
and lift it slowly upwards.  "Ashley, why don't you hold your own skirt,
and pull it up to where you think is fashionable?" She grasped the hem at
her sides but didn't raise it until, her Uncle commanded sternly, "Higher!
I'd say." She raised it a hair, then a bit more as her Uncle's grip firmed
on her thigh, his fingernails indenting her skin with a sharp bite.  She
obeyed, lifting the garment's soft hem, further exposing herself to the
men.

   "Perhaps there," pondered Edwards, his hand moving up and down to grope
the newly exposed skin, "showing the very top of our lovely TM's legs, just
as they begin to broaden towards her backside?" His fingers traced the
parts of Ashley's body he mentioned.  "But girls nowadays, I do say, think
of even their underwear as a public display, so maybe even higher, yes,
thank you Ashley, affording us a crescent sliver peek of those lovely pale
pink, lacy, bikini panties, so nicely filled out.  As Ashley has chosen
such transparent panties, observe the lower curve of the warm," he patted
her bum, "twin moons of TMs little bottom.  Ah, girls!"

   Al marvelled at the freedom with which Edwards fondled the obviously
distressed girl.  He watched intently as Edwards palm cupped and comformed
to the lower, pink panty swathed curve of the girl's bottom cheeks,
caressing first one cheek, then the other.  Switching bottom cheeks once
more, Edwards used his thumb and index finger to squeeze a wide pinch of
the girl's bottom flesh, pushing her panties out of the way and causing the
lower curve of her rump to swell and jiggle appealingly.  He shook the
captive morsel, then released it, leaving pale pink finger marks on her
cheek, and repeated the movement on Ashley's other defenseless bottom
cheek.

   "That's more as you like to wear your skirts, isn't it my dear?" Edwards
taunted the girl, "brief enough to show your Daddy and I, we are all close
family after all, the charming swell of your womanly bottom, panties pushed
up to show a crescent of your tender bottom cheeks?  Daddy Al, if girls are
so eager to show themselves off whenever they choose, you must agree that
they must be shown that the choice is not their own.  If they will display
themselves wantonly they must be taught they can expect to be made to do so
at a man's choosing rather than as a result of their own petty feminine
wiles!

   "So, now that you have entertained us, TM, with your round little
posterior, how would that skirt length you're so fond of, look in front, I
wonder?  Turn around girl and let us see!

   "Ah yes, well, that is rather brief!  Still, I suppose it matches the
rear, doesn't it.  If your skirt shows off a bit of your backside so
charmingly, Ashley, it makes sense that your front should also display your
upper thighs and a hint of your little panty covered mound!"

   The other man took up the humiliating narration of Ashley's exposure, "I
think that works as a look for our babygirl, Edwards!  Long bare legs and
just a little V of panty crotch, just a little tease of pouting pussy lips,
if I'm not mistaken!" Ashley trembled at the description.  She could feel
her own exposure.  Her raised skirt covered her only so far as the top of
her panty covered cleft.  She glanced down and shuddered.  She could see
the smooth, pink, almost transparent material of her panties snug against
her pussy, the cloth indented and conforming snuly to the cleft of her
nether lips.

   The girl's exposure was not lost on Al, who stared fixedly at her
crotch. He saw his chance, and taking his cue from Edwards casual handling
of the girl's posterior he ventured to assay the girl's helpless body.

   "Ah how you young slutty girlies like showing off your bits, it amazes
me!" he said amusedly, then sternly, "Up!  Pull that skirt up, I want your
entire puffy little mound exposed!  Now!" He saw Edwards smile approvingly,
and his own lascivious grin broadened.  Ashley, trembling with shame and
fear, obediently hiked the front of her nightie a few inches higher,
exposing the gentle pink silk covered swell of her Venus mound to the men,
her puffy vaginal lips bifurcated by her tight panties.

   She watched in horror as the old lecher reached his hand out towards her
pubis, and yelped as she felt his thumb and forefinger pinch one side of
her labia, grasping and pulling on her intimate fold.  She whimpered, which
only encouraged "Daddy" to pinch her delicate labium harder and roll it
between his fingers, back and forth, stretching it away from her,
elongating the compliant lip and pulling the narrow strip of her panty to
one side.

   Al added to the girl's humiliation commenting in an amused singsong,
"You little cunt toy, you!  Can't wait to show off your sweet little twat,
can you?  You need those pussy lips pulled open, yes, that's it squirm for
me as I stretch that lip out.  Oh!  I see, you can't wait to show it to me
naked can you?  That's it, let's pull those panties aside so you can show
off that smooth cunny lip!"

   Ashley felt his hand release its grip, then grab her panties and pull
the narrow triangle of cloth aside, baring her tuft of pubic hair and her
pink, naked vaginal lips.

   "Girls nowadays, not happy until they're stripped bare, isn't that right
TM?  That's what you wanted isn't it, to have your naked cunny fondled?"
Al, grabbed Ashley's tender genitals roughly, sinking two fingers deep
between her lips, feeling her warm intimacy on his fingers.  He pulled his
hand up hard against her, making her gasp in discomfort and shame and shook
his hand back and forth, burying it deeper inside her.  The tips of his
fingers played with the entrace to her vagina, and started spreading her
open.  Ashley moaned and struggled meekly as the stranger's fingers
violated her.

   Al watched Ashley's face, relishing her humiliated whimpering as he
fingered her initimate feminity.  His fingers now ran between her legs,
feeling the soft puffiness of her well-depilated pussy lips, back and
forth, then letting his fingers trace the exposed inner curve of her full
backside, into which he sank his sharp nails.

   Edward waited, letting his gleeful guest palpate his niece's vulva
thoroughly.  After what seemed and interminable time to Ashley, during
which every inch of flesh between her legs was thoroughly mahandled and
prodded, and after which her panties hung loosely, pulled halfway down her
bottom so they clung to her hips, the center strip hanging loosely below
her middle thigh and providing no coverage at all to her well groped
vagina, Edward observed Daddy Al suddenly shift his gaze to Ashley's
shimmying, lace covered bosom.

   "Ashley!" he commanded, "Come here!  Hands on your head, girl!"

   Ashley gladly pulled away from Al's hands, relieved to get away from the
hand groping her pussy, though she knew her ordeal was far from over.  She
brought her hands up, slowly, so they rested on her chestnut hair.  Her
skirt fell back covering her exposed genitals, but her panties still hung
down below her hem, dangling loosely around her thighs.  The cream lace at
her bosom stretched out, straining to constrain her full breasts as they
rose between her upraised arms.  Al's gaze, she saw, was riveted on her
ripe front, like a dog staring down some small creature it was about to
pounce on and devour.  His tongue pushed at his lower lip, his mouth in an
intent snarl.  Ashley could feel her frightened nipples tense and extend
themselves.  She quickly glanced down at her bodice where her buds pushed
out the lace noticeably.

   "My dear Daddy, now that you're starting to become better acquainted
with TM, I think you'd be curious to learn the origins of her nickname
wouldn't you?"

   "Of course" said Al, understanding that this line of conversation was to
lead to some further debasement of the distressed young lady before him,
confident he would soon be handling the admirable breasts on display, "and
why do they call you TM, honeypie?"

   Ashley, trembled but remained silent.  Edwards stood and approached the
girl.  He reached down and slowly pulled the hem of her nightgown up behind
her, up past her thighs, up, baring her half mast panties and the twin,
naked halves of Ashley's bottom cheeks.  For a moment, both men
contemplated the full, soft, trembling hemispheres, bare except for the
scrap of pink panties hanging from the swell of her hips.  Ashley felt the
men's gaze on her defenseless backside.  Slowly, Edwards hand arced back,
the swung forward, his open palm casually but firmly smacking one of
Ashley's bare cheeks.  Even as a pink splotch of color bloomed on the soft,
full white cheek, her Uncle's hand repeated its motion landing a stinging
slap on her other cheek.  She gasped and swayed forward on her feet.  A
second quick, hard spank landed on each cheek.  Each time her Uncle's firm
palm connected with her tender bare bottom, the girl emitted a high sound
combining a small yelp with a muted whimper, cut short by a sharp intake of
breath.

   "Daddy Al" was riveted in delight.  His gaze shifted quickly back and
forth, unable to decide whether to fix itself on the heavy jiggle of the
girl's large breasts as the spanks fell, her bodice filling and straining
under their load, or the fabulous sight of her almost naked, rounded bottom
cheeks indenting and spreading under the rough palm's force, the jostling
of her bottom cheek as it bounced back, and the way that the white roughly
hand shaped mark on the just spanked skin at the center of the punished
ivory globe slowly pinkened as a blush rose to her skin.

   Unable to hide his pleased amazement, he mused, "TM has her ass spanked
like a little girl...?" He could see the fetching, smacked bottom trembling
slightly, and Ashley's thighs quivered from shame and the stinging in her
backside.  She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the moistness of tears
starting to form.

   "Oh, yes," mused her Uncle, "little TM does require a bit of
encouragement to make her obey properly, don't you my dear?  She always
does come around to doing her duty properly, but she's the kind of girl
who's unable to comply readily to demands until she has received her due of
humiliation.  And I do believe she has come to almost depend on having her
bottom smacked regularly like a little girl, as you say, to maintain her
sense of place and discipline her.  Of course, as you have been able to
feel first-hand, in your recent and thorough exploration of her vulva, she
does not have the body of a little girl.  Her well-developed, womanly
bottom requires much stronger and more frequent discipline to make an
impression!"

   Now Edward resumed his commands in a slow, stern voice.  "Ashley, tell
our guest what your nickname stands for.  Explain how you came to deserve
your nickname!"

   "Yes, little one," teased Al, taking a moment to sip his Scotch, "tell
Daddy what TM stands for...?" She had no choice.  A sob escaped her and the
moistness at the edge of her eye pooled into a tear which brimmed and
trickled from her lower lid.  She whispered in a little girl voice,
haltingly, amidst suppressed sobs.  "I....  Uncle calls me....TM.  It... 
it stands for ..." a long pause, she can't say it.  Al coaxes her, "TM,
lovey, you shouldn't keep secrets from me.  We're like family!  Your little
twat is still stretched open from my fingers, and they'll soon be buried
deep inside you again.  You can't keep secrets from your Daddy!" In a rush
to get the words out she whines, "titmouse."

   "Titmouse!," repeats Al in delight, "Titmouse...  what a lovely
nickname. And very fitting I'd say from what I can see of those fine big
boobies!"

   Edwards, admonishes his niece, "And why are you called Titmouse?"

   "Because...." she stutters, but is interrupted by Edwards' command, "Let
us hear you, titmouse!  I'm called Titmouse because...?"

   "I'm called....  Titmouse...  (sob) because..." Tears interrupt her, at
the knowledge of where her words will inexorably lead.  Her imagination
causes her breasts and bottom to experience the presentiment of the sting
of the further punishments that are sure to follow her next words.  She
finishes the sentence haltingly, "because when my breasts are...touched...
it makes my, my backside wiggle...  it makes my bottom dance."

   Daddy Al cackles, "You mean, titmouse, that those big boobies of yours
are so sensitive that you can't stop wriggling your butt when they're
played with?  Well, that is something I must see first hand."

   Edward seems to ponder for a moment, and she looks at him imploringly.
"Oh, I do think that's only fair, my dear, don't you?  Daddy Al having been
so kind as to visit us this evening, and as he is your honorary Daddy?  You
won't mind showing him a bit of your "bottom dancing" I'm sure.  Let's see,
yes, just stand there for a moment, face forward, keep your hands on your
head.  Good girl."

   Ashley sees Edwards rise from his overstuffed chair and move behind it,
then push it effortlessly across the floor.  "Daddy, if you'd be so kind as
to take this seat here.  And you, TM, stand here, turn toward the chair."
He puts his hand on her hip and pushes her gently to where he wants to
position her.  He walks over to where he's placed the chair and looks at
her, then to his right where she is reflected in a wide, wood framed, tall
mirror.  The other man moves to the chair and sits down.  "From there,"
explains her Uncle, "your dear Daddy can pay the required attention to your
breasts, and get a good view of your dancing bottom as well!  Perfect."

   The girl stands in front of Al, not daring look across at the seated
man, as he straightens.  He is tall, so even seated in the plush armchair,
he looks straight across at the girl's full lips parted and tremulous in
fear.  Her doeish hazel eyes glisten with tears, which she blinks back with
a flutter of her long lashes, well-shaped eyelids glistening.  At Edward's
instruction she shuffles closer to Daddy Al, her movements hampered by her
hands clasped behind her head and her panties clinging tenuously to the
middle of her thighs.  She moves slowly, not wanting to let them slide down
her legs.  As silly as the thought is, she feels that if she keeps her
panties, she might be able to reach down and pull them up and cover
herself. As soon as this thought goes through her head, the relief in the
image of herself quickly tugging her panties up and protecting her feminine
core with even that minimal slip of gauze fabric, her heart sinks.  She
knows she wouldn't dare do so, and she knows the men will not allow it. 
She is thankful that for now at least, the flouncy nightie skirt covers her
bottom and vulva, stinging and pulsing from the spanks and manhandling
she's just suffered.  She shuffles forward.  Only a few centimeters
separate her upturned bosom and the man's face, as he leans forward, closer
to her chest.

   Al reaches out both hands and the large breasts before him sway heavily
as Ashley involuntarily shifts her weight backwards, away from him, not
daring to move away, but futilely trying to put any distance at all between
herself and the leering old man.  She watches as his hands close on her
breasts, reaching for them slowly, almost with a lingering tenderness.  His
palms finally touch her, cupping the sides of both swellings
simultaneously, his fingers closing and curving around the outer round
contours of her bosom, his thumbs pushing under their heavy lower curve,
lifting and supporting the full globes.

   Ashley's lace covered tits, Al marvels, are firm and maintain their
shape as he cups them, and have a pillowy, shifting, weighty softness to
them.  He feels the warmth emanating from them, a slight trembling wobble
communicating itself to his hands from the frightened and helpless girl. 
He cradles the girls breasts, all is stillness and anticipation as the
submissive globes rest passively in his cupped hands.  The only sounds in
the room are those of the fire crackling, and Ashley's soft hiccupping
whimper as she stands meekly, her hands behind her head, thrusting her
chest into the stranger's grasp.  Al thrills at the powerlessness of the
girl before him.  He should have taken those willful bitches of his
daughters in hand like this, and taught them some manners!  Uppity snipes!
Well, he isn't going to waste this opportunity which fallen into his lap!
So to speak, he puns to himself silently.  He is going to enjoy taking
advantage of this lovely girl to the utmost!

   His palms pulse slowly, indenting and lifting the trapped morsels, and a
tremor courses through the girl.  "Shh...  just relax, Titmouse," he
taunts, "your Daddy Al is going to give your naughty breasts the good, long
workout they deserve, then you're going to show me your bottom dancing
skills, and get the punishment you've earned by being such a disobedient
little mynx, you understand?" Tears drop from Ashley's eyes and run down
her cheeks.  "And don't think you're going to get to keep that nightgown on
much longer, either, girly!  Oh, yes, Daddy knows how important it is to
strip you naked for your punishments.  No hurry, yet, but rest assured,
darling, your going to be bare as a baby soon enough!"

   With a smile, the man registers the effect his words have on the girl.
Her breathing hastens and rasps, he feels the tremor in her bosom hasten as
he paints a picture of her helpless at the humiliations she is to suffer.
Daddy Al slowly runs his hands along the sides and bottom curves of her
breasts.  He lets the full globes spill through his fingers, feeling the
entire length of her breasts from their wide heavy base to the tips of her
breasts as they slide out of his fingers.  His thumbs turn up at the last
moment to catch and course over the tense protrusion of her frightened
nipples, which bend softly under their lace covering as his fingers move
across them, springing back once the thumbs pass.

   She feels his hands repeat this motion again, slowly coursing along both
breasts, familiarizing themselves with her full curves.  Again and again,
the sensation of his thumbs on her nipples courses sweetly through her, and
she feels her nipples stiffen and resist, until the tense buds no longer
bend but get pushed into the softness of her areolas.

   Al leans forward and looks into Ashley's pleading eyes, grinning,
licking his lips.  His right hand opens and takes a firm grip on one boob,
his big palm unable to contain all of her breast, but securing a handhold
by grabbing its end.  His grasp tightens and loosens repeatedly, as he
kneads her breast.  She feels her tender breast being squeezed
uncomfortably tightly, but with a rhythmically hypnotic beat.  The rough
hand closes on her breast, it rises and swells, his fingers indent the
pliant orb.  Ashley feels the tightness as her boob compresses and rises,
then the weight of it swinging down as the man's grip loosens and her
breast dips to cradle in his palm.  His other hand splays itself over her
other breast, and in turn fondles and kneads it.  She closes her eyes,
dismayed, but also lulled by the back and forth, one breast being squeezed
while the other is held in his palm like a warm fledgeling, then the roles
switch.

   "You're enjoying our little groping session, aren't you darling Tit
Mouse?" Al taunts.  "Those sweet udders were just begging to be milked
weren't they, sweetness?  Well, no fear, we're just getting started.

   "Bring your arms down from your head and just place your palms on the
sides of this chair, TitMousey...  lean forward.  That's it, just let your
boobies hang free."

   In this position, Ashley's shoulders are thrust forward toward the tall
seated man, causing her bosom to swing forward slightly from her chest,
filling out the cream pique bodice of her baby-doll nightgown.  Unsupported
directly by her chest, her breasts swing freer as he continues to maul one
breast, squeezing it firmly, while letting the other dangle loosely, its
lower curve caressing his palm.  The softly pending globe then is
encircled. Al's thumb indents its bottom curve, and his other fingers sink
heavily into the top and side of the substantial globe.  His opposite hand
releases the other breast, only to roughly find her tautened nipple and
pinch it firmly between his thumb and crooked forefinger.  Ashley feels the
rough lace scratch against her nipple as it is drawn against it, then a
sharp, wide prick of sensation as her sensitive nub is squeezed.  She feels
the captive tit-tip tugged repeatedly as Al pulls on it, while at the same
time, he shakes her other captive breast gently, causing it to wobble
heavily in his grip.

   Using both hands, the man pulls her slowly forward.  She turns her head
sideways as it gets closer and closer to the grizzled man.  She feels his
warm breath on her cheek, pungent of beer and whiskey.  Her temple comes to
rest on his shoulder, her face turned away.  Al's cheek and mouth nuzzle
the fresh-smelling girl's silky, auburn hair.  He nuzzles her, parting the
hair from her perfect pink ear, which he whispers into, each word
accompanied by a rhythmic squeeze of Ashley's trapped breast, each sentence
ended with a tug and pinch to her nipple.

   "Just as your Uncle said!" A strong pinching nipple pull elicits a
whimper from Ashley.  "I've been watching your charming rear end in the
mirror.  I can see how your creamy thighs tremble and squeeze together when
your titties are handled!  See that?  Your naughty little bottom sashaying
around under that thin skirt?

   "You just keep that dancing about going while Daddy bares your little
bottom for all our enjoyment, will you?" One hand releases its firm grip on
her breast and goes around her, cradling her face in his elbow.  She feels
him take hold of the strap of her nightie where it joins the back and
ever-so-slowly start to pull upwards.  She freezes, her shifting bottom
cheeks become immobile with fear.

   "Perhaps having your titties bare will improve your dancing, little
darling!" Al says, and she feels the lace cup of her breast yanked down. 
Her breast is hanging naked and defenseless.  His hand caresses it, his
palm running down it.  The sensation is amplified by the chill and exposure
of being bared, and Ashley groans.  The hand grips and shakes her breast,
then gives it a little sideways slap.  He grips her nipple and slowly
stretches it out, pulling the pliable nub out.  Ashley feels the man play
with her naked boob freely, subjecting it to his every whim, as his voice
murmurs in her ear, the tip of his tongue occasionally flicking the warm
pink shell, "TitMouse's booby likes to come out and play, doesn't it... 
That's it, that bad little naked breastlet enjoys being tweaked and
slapped, doesn't it, honey?"

   The intense sensation of her breast being mauled distracts Ashley so she
unaware of the rest of her body.  Al, however, watches her backside as it
resumes its slow back and forth shimmy.  He continues his attentions on her
breasts, while slowly pulling upwards on the back of her nightgown, rucking
up and collecting folds of the sheer fabric in his hand, then pulling up
even further.  The hem of the girl's dress rises unevenly, like a bias-cut
skirt, baring the rear of her thighs, then higher still, until the lower
rounded curve of one pale bottom cheek becomes visible.  Golden hued,
lightly tanned thighs are uncovered, then the capping, pink twin lower
crescents of Ashley's naked bottom cheeks are exposed, the trailing soft
hem of her nightgown framing them, sliding back and forth with the movement
in her thighs and hips.

   Ashley closes her eyes, and lets her head rest heavily against the man
controlling her.  She feels the soft hem of her skirt rising, brushing
against her full rounded, naked cheeks.  A strong pinch of her captive
nipple causes her to shift her buttocks, and the cool, slick material of
the hem of her nighties edge grazes the crest of her naked bottom cheeks as
Al pulls it up, baring her bottom fully for the first time.  His hand
releases her nipple, then tugs it, repeatedly pulling the girl's sensitive
bud.  His other hand courses down the length of her back, molding itself to
the arch of her back as her bottom thrusts rearwards, feeling the side to
side motion Ashley is unable to control as her nipple is stimulated.

   "My, young lady, your full rounded bottom is quite lovely!" The hand on
her boob pulls her forwards, and she feels the man's hand come to rest
lightly on her rear, caressing and fondling her bare bottom cheek.  He
squeezes one hemisphere repeatedly, then lets his fingernails scrape up the
rounded orb.  Ashley can feel each individual finger leaving a stinging
scrape on her skin.

   His palms pulse slowly, indenting and lifting the trapped morsels, and a
tremor courses through the girl.  "Shh...  just relax, Titmouse," he
taunts, "your Daddy Al is going to give your naughty breasts the good, long
workout they deserve, then you're going to show me your bottom dancing
skills, and get the punishment you've earned by being such a disobedient
little mynx, you understand?" Tears drop from Ashley's eyes and run down
her cheeks.  "And don't think you're going to get to keep that nightgown on
much longer, either, girly!  Oh, yes, Daddy knows how important it is to
strip you naked for your punishments.  No hurry, yet, but rest assured,
darling, your going to be bare as a baby soon enough!"

   With a smile, the man registers the effect his words have on the girl.
Her breathing hastens and rasps, he feels the tremor in her bosom hasten as
he paints a picture of her helpless at the humiliations she is to suffer.
Daddy Al slowly runs his hands along the sides and bottom curves of her
breasts.  He lets the full globes spill through his fingers, feeling the
entire length of her breasts from their wide heavy base to the tips of her
breasts as they slide out of his fingers.  His thumbs turn up at the last
moment to catch and course over the tense protrusion of her frightened
nipples, which bend softly under their lace covering as his fingers move
across them, springing back once the thumbs pass.

   She feels his hands repeat this motion again, slowly coursing along both
breasts, familiarizing themselves with her full curves.  Again and again,
the sensation of his thumbs on her nipples courses sweetly through her, and
she feels her nipples stiffen and resist, until the tense buds no longer
bend but get pushed into the softness of her areolas.

   Ashley pants and whimpers, the sensations of her stimulated breast and
the fingers starting to caress and explore her pussy making her tremble. 
Daddy Al feels the tremors course through the girl, and grins to himself.
Edward, gleefully observes the delicious violation of his helpless niece,
speaks in stern but caring tone, as if he were only looking out for
Ashley's well-being instead of delighting in the humiliation of her ripe
body,

   "Now, now, titmouse.  We don't want you all trembly and worked up!  We
can't have you so distressed!  Your bottom is churning at an alarming rate.
Daddy, perhaps you would cool our young Tit Mouse down by attending to her
dancing backside?  Stand up, Ashley, and turn around!"

   Al's expression shows the reluctance with which he ceases his mauling of
his captive's bare breasts, but he leans back or a moment, with a
self-satisfied smirk, as Edward orders, "Turn around Titmouse, and take off
that nightgown!  That's it, it is time we strip your body bare.  Hand that
slip of ineffectual fabric back to you Daddy Al.  if you're good perhaps
you can earn it back later tonight.  Excellent Tit Mouse, doesn't that feel
better?  To be quite naked, except for a slip of lacey panty at half mast,
shall we say, caught between your thighs?  Yes, a girl like you is bound to
feel the natural order maintained by having her clothes taken so you can
stand, naked as a baby, a baby woman in your case, your charming breasts
bared, your slim proud belly trim and presented for our enjoyment, those
slightly pink and soon to be much redder round bottom cheeks displayed for
us.  Much better, don't you think Titmouse?"

   He waited expectantly, and Ashley glanced up then away.  She knew she
had to answer, and haltingly, breathily muttered, "Yes, sir." Edward
prodded, "Tell your Uncle that you are happy to finally be naked in front
of him, after such a long evening of teasing him with your womanly charms!"
Ashley can barely enunciate it through her tears, but stutters.  "I'm ...
Daddy...  oh, happy to be naked in front of you...  sir."

   Edward turns from the charming scene, and walks over to the nightstand
where he picks up his drink and sips.  Then, putting it down, he moves to
the an open suitcase, set out, splayed open like a book.  He reaches in and
pulls out a few items, then turns.  He approaches the girl and instructs
her to put her arms in front of her.  Ashley's outstretched wrists each get
encircled by a leather cuff which Edward secures with a small belt-like
section which he buckles in.  The cuffs are adorned with a shiny silver
ring on each, while one sports a spring-operated clip which Edward uses,
after ordering Ashley to place her hands behind her back, to manacle her
arms behind her.  Ashley watches him hand the other item he holds to Al. 
She shudders as she recognizes it.  A round black leather handle serves as
a secure purchase to wield the tail end, a foot-long, broad, stiff leather
section of belt.  She watches Daddy Al take the tawse delightedly from
Edward, and turn it admiringly, then glance up at Ashley's already
trembling naked posterior.

   "If you'll just stand for a moment, Daddy," suggests Edward in a polite
tone of voice, "just behind our pupil...and we lean her over just so...."
Edward grasps Ashley's hair and pulls her forward then pushes her head down
so her torso aligns with the ground, her breasts hanging freely down and
her bottom thrusting backwards.  "I will take our Titmouse's bosom in hand
so, and you are free to apply a bit of needed color to her naughty
wriggling bottom!"

   Edward pushes his front against Ashley's face, and the girl feels his
erection hard against her cheek.  She closes her eyes, but hears his zipper
open.

   "No sense in wasting this moment, Ashley, open your mouth and give suck
like an obedient little girl!" Her eyes, still closed, Ashley opens her
mouth and feels the invading, wet, hard presence of her Uncle's phallus
burying itself deeply in her mouth.  "Lick, titmouse!" he orders.  She
obeys.

   Ashley is submerged in a submissive trance as for the next ten minutes,
though it seems like an endless time for the girl, Edward cradles and
stimulates the girl's bare bosom, his cock moving back and forth in her
mouth, cushioned by her sweet tongue and copious saliva, which mixes with
the secretions her stimulation elicit from Edward's organ and coats her
mouth and chin.

   As she sucks her Uncle's cock obediently, his hands pull and tweak at
her full breasts.  She's lost in the feeling of the penis invading her
throat, its sweet and fragrant fluids coating her mouth and tongue, and her
Uncle's stimulation of her breasts.  Daddy Al watches, jealous of the other
man's penis being serviced so deliciously by the young beauty, as her
prominent creamy buttocks begin to shift and shimmy.  He stands and
caresses her bare backside, feeling the tremors in the smooth soft muscles,
then puts a hand on her hip to steady her and begins smacking the belted
leather down repeatedly on her bottom, aiming each stripe just below or
above the prior, attempting to cover her entire womanly bottom with smacks.
Ashley's bottom obediently turns pink, then crimsons, the reddest hue
concentrating on the crest of her outthrust buttocks.  Her mewling and
whimpering as she is strapped only encourage Al to strap her more
vigorously.  Edward's penis feels her whimpers even more immediately, as he
pushes his penis deeper into the girl's complaining mouth.

   Somewhere in the long span of Ashley's awareness of the stiff organ
being forced into the back of her throat, the stinging at her breasts and
the burning in her bottom, she becomes aware that Daddy Al's hand has
slipped below her and is using his fingers, buried between her pussy lips
and cupping her mound from below, to hold her steady as he continues
strapping her bouncing bottom.

   Her bottom reddens deeply and her writhing becomes agitated.  Ashley's
hips swing wide from side to side, and her scarlet bottom squirms and
spasms rapidly.  Edward, as much as he is enjoying her oral ministrations,
and the breathy whimpers her mouth communicates directly to his penis,
decides to intervene.  He draws his penis from her mouth, a hand on
Ashley's copiously moistened chin, and directs a nod at Al, causing that
man to reluctantly stop the regular rise and fall of the whip.

   "Once again, dearest, you seem to be all in a froth, and not only where
your Daddy may have elicited your copious fluids from your cunt!  We shall
attempt to soothe and calm you a bit shall we?"

   "Perhaps your womanly attributes need to be put to the work they were
intended!  Those sensitive big mammaries of yours need to be put to their
proper use being suckled?  Yes, that'll calm you right down, won't it
little angel?  Turn around so you can feed your Daddy!"

   Ashley is turned by four helpful hands.  Daddy Al places one hand on her
bottom, enjoying the full globe's heat as she turns.  He pulls her over
towards the chair and sits.

   Continuing the exploration of her heated bottom his other hand grasps
her bare breast, using it to pull her torso vertical, then in towards
himself so Ashley stumbles forward a step, where the man traps her legs
between his thighs.  Leaning forward, his face moves toward her breast. 
Ashley watches with disgust as Al's thick tongue emerges from his mouth and
broadens as if her breast were an ice cream cone he was about to lick.  The
glistening tongue touches the lower curve of her full breast, then slowly
laves upward, gliding over the pale, soft skin of her breast, coursing over
the edge of her pale pink areola, advancing like a wave to engulf her
springy, turgid nipple.  The bud pushes its way into Al's waiting mouth,
where he captures it between his lips, sucking strongly while playing the
tip of his tongue back and forth over the very tip of her nipple.

   Edward's hands grab Ashley's bottom cheeks, squeezing and palpating the
tender, pink, round cheeks.

   "I think it's time to just pull these tiny little panties off you, young
lady!" Al grabs Ashley's the lacy bunch at her thighs and draws it down her
long legs, stopping for a moment to give her a sharp smack on each bottom
cheek.  "It is much more suitable for a girl whose breasts are being
handled and sucked to be quite naked, wouldn't you agree, Ashley?  That's
it raise that shapely calf and lets just get these delicate underthings off
you.  Bend over well, push your titties out for your Daddy!"

   Al's mouth works on the girl's helpless boob.  Sucking and biting, he
licks the entire lovely full expanse of her breast, coating it with his
spittle.  Twin sparks flash in the helpless girl's head -"the crisp, hot
sting of Edward's hand as it slaps her churning, bare, bottom cheek, and
the deep tugging pinch of her nipple stretching and expanding into Daddy
Al's mouth as he sucks on her tit-tip vigorously.  A wash of slick, wet,
tugging sensation is interspersed with the hard thrashing of his tongue on
her nipple, as he alternately sucks and tongues her tender, swollen bud. 
After leisurely delivering another smart smack to her bottom cheek, Edward
reaches down and grips her free breast and pulls and shakes it.  Al, seeing
the beautiful orb dancing next to his cheek, releases the breast he is
worrying and nips at the lower curves of the other before grabbing the
heavy nipple there between his teeth and biting that.  Ashley lets out a
frightened and hurt yelp.  Edward exclaims, "Now we seem to be making an
impression on our little Titmouse!  Give that nubbin another good tug, Al!
Let me just insert my thumb deep in Ashley's yielding little cunt.  Ah,
yes,...." Ashley cries out again as she feels her pussy invaded and a
moment later her nipple is trapped between hard, sharp teeth.  Al slowly
lets his teeth bite into the girl's pliant, reddened, nipple.

   "Very satisfactory," comments Edwards, his thumb pushing deeper into the
girl's soft, warm, slickening vagina, "Ashley's little cunt throbs
delightfully as her nipples are pinched and suckled.  "Titmouse, push your
bottom out.  Round your bottom up, girl!"

   Ashley obeys, pivoting her hips around the intruding and stern hand in
her intimate folds, causing her rear to jut out, and her breast to push
forward into Daddy Al's delighted face.  She feels her breast flatten
against the man's bristly cheeks and the intensity of his sucking increase
pulling at her trapped nipple.  Edwards cups her free breast, cradling it
in his palm, his fingers opening and closing slightly on her resilient,
bouncy, boob.  She watches his other hand swing backward, and tenses as it
rushes forward to deliver a strong smack to one outthrust, easily-targeted,
bottom cheek.

   Edwards uses the hand in Ashley's pussy to steady her and begins a slow,
methodical, cruel rhythmic series of smacks, alternating from one softly
jiggling bottom cheek to the other increasing in intensity until Ashley is
emitting a constant series of gasps and mewls.

   The dimly lighted hotel room is quiet for the next few minutes save for
the liquid, slurping rhythmic sound of Edwards' fingers pushing in and out
of his niece's swollen, copiously lubricating sex.  Her velvety vaginal
walls grip the intruding finger as it slides into her, clutching it and
bathing it in her sweet, viscous fluids, then seeming to not want to
release the exiting finger, her swollen lips open and follow the finger as
it pulls out of her, only to sweep across the outside of her soft vulva,
caress its plumpness, then dive again into her trembling body.

   The quick periodic slurping from the girl's vagina is punctuated every
few seconds by a sharp smack as the man's stiffened, open palm, slaps
across one full bottom cheek then the other.  His hand descends, flattens
and stings one pink-splotched orb, then his fingers spread, caressing and
groping the punished bottom cheek leisurely, shaking, pinching, delving
between the ripe cheeks to tease the rear of her cunt, before swinging back
to deliver another crisp smack.

   As her outthrust rump and pussy are ravished by her Uncle, Ashley's
concentration shifts back and forth between her punished midriff and Al's
delighted feasting on her boobs.  The men delightedly seek to outdo one
another in eliciting mewls and gasps from Ashley.  Al bites the very tip of
one nipple, increasing the pressure of his teeth on her soft bud, until the
girl shifts her attention to him and gives a small cry of pain.  Edwards,
not to be outdone, delivers four, quick, hard spanks to the reddest part of
her bottom, and is rewarded by a high pitched whimper.  Al grasps both
nipples before him in a strong pinch between thumb and forefinger and pulls
slowly, stretching the girl's breasts towards himself.  Ashley pants
quickly.  Edwards pushes his thumb hard into her pussy, using his other
fingers to scrape roughly at her stiffened clitoris, Ashley wriggles her
rump and utters a deep moan.

   So the game continues for the longest time.  Ashley's mind is a haze of
stimulation, the sharp and dull pains she careens between forming a haze of
excited pleasure, causing her breath to come quick and rasping, her body
twisting and thrusting back towards the spanks, then forwards to the mouth
at her tits, her bottom tilting well-upwards to accommodate the intruding
fingers.

   Edward's hand swings back and forth, repeatedly and deliberately
smacking the frantic girl's wriggling rump.  As his palm contacts her plump
cheeks now, he can feel her wiggles quicken their pulsing, her full globes
compressing together and releasing faster and more urgently.  He knows the
stimulation is mounting her to a keening pitch.  It is time to deepen the
girl's humiliation by causing her to climax unwillingly.

   "You will notice, Daddy," he pontificates, "that your young TM is
becoming more and more agitated.  Why I do believe that she is all but
begging for her punishment to hasten her to a climax!  Girls today!" He
spanks her hard twice.  Ashley moans.  "They misbehave and tease, then act
mortified when stripped nude, but secretly know they deserve to be
chastised and fingered freely, all the while enjoying their debasement!  Be
so kind, Al, as to grasp TM's tit-tips firmly and pull hard, if you don't
mind?  Yes, just so, one then the other, make her breasts stretch out
towards you.  I will quicken the pace of Ashley's spanking as well."

   Edwards begins a rapid back and forth of hard spanks on the girl's now
rapidly clenching and unclenching bottom.  Her rear churns and her thighs
and legs start to shake and tremble.  His hand on her pudendum rubs her wet
lips and clitoris mercilessly.  She cannot avoid panting and moaning
continuously, punctuating her groans with little yelps when Edwards hand
shifts slightly to spank her upper thigh or the side of her bottom.  Al
sees the girls' excitement mounting and dips his head to one breast,
squeezing it and cramming her nipple and the end of her soft globe into his
mouth.  He sucks and bites her hard.  Her yelps increase, her breast mashes
his face, and suddenly,...  she freezes.  A sharp, drawn out, "ohhhhhhhh"
forces it way from her clenched lips.  In his hand, Edwards feels Ashley's
slippery vagina spasm vigorously, continuing to clutch and release like a
strong heartbeat for a full half-minute, during which his hand caresses her
backside lightly, petting it, while his other hand gently milks the orgasm
from her pussy.  Al also feels her climax in the heightened pulse in her
chest and the way her nipple seems to fill and harden even further in his
mouth before suddenly softening.

   Ashley is overcome by her orgasm, which seems to go on forever and
repeats in waves, wracking her body with a sweetness made all the stronger
for the stinging pain she has been feeling during her punishment.  Her mind
empties.  The pleasure slowly subsides to a full warm wet feeling, and she
feels the chill of the perspiration cooling on her body.  A sudden rush of
shame wracks her, as she senses the men's satisfaction at their domination
of her body, causing it to betray her modesty, implicating her in her own
punishment, as if she'd wanted to be played with like a toy.

   Al's saliva glistens on Ashley's breasts, glinting off the mottled
pinkness caused by the man's sucks and bites covering her full morsels.  Al
finally sits up, his groin aching now from the continuous excitement of
playing with the trembling girl.  His penis clamors to join the fray, and,
by now unabashed, he reaches down towards his fly.  Ashley has had a moment
of relief, but it is quickly replaced by a deeper humiliation as she sees
Al pull his zipper down, reach into his pants and release a pale erection,
already dripping with fluid elicited by her own reluctant womanly charms.

   All reaches his hand into the mane of Ashley's hair and grasps it, the
leans back and shifts his hips forward and pulls her face towards his
crotch.  She resists his hand just slightly, blinking back tears of
humiliation, only to hear her Uncle chastise her sternly, "Ashley!" he
lectures, "It is most ungrateful of you..." a strong spank across both her
bottom cheeks lifts her forward onto her toes and burns across her bottom,
"to hesitate to perform your duty..." another stinging slap falls across
both cheeks, "and apply your slutty young mouth diligently to your Daddy
Al's member..." Edwards cups her pudendum from the front and lifts her hips
up then smacks her jutting bottom cheeks quickly and sharply, back and
forth continuously, using his fingertips in her vagina to push her up
towards his chastising palm.  "After he has been so kind as pay attention
to your wanton wriggling, body, exercising those bouncing boobs and milking
the juices from your dripping cunt!"

   "Now open your mouth..." the hard slaps continue to fall steadily,
clouding her mind, "and use your tongue and lips properly!" The hand at her
pussy lets her hips fall.  The spanks cease.  Edwards palm pushes down on
the flat twin-dimpled portion of Ashley's lovely lower back, guiding her
down until she is on her knees before the other man.

   Kneeling submissively, Ashley's world narrows as her head is drawn
towards the man's erection.  She feels a strange sense of comfort, now that
her body is relieved of the discomfort and control imposed by the men on
it. She is alone, just her and the penis towards which she dips her face
obediently, as it throbs in its intense need of her ministrations.  She
watches its strong pulse.  It bobs as if bowing to her.  Closing her eyes,
she lowers her cheek to it.  It pushes against her soft cheek wetly, and
she moves her face back and forth over it, her puckered lips closed and
brushing the soft, sticky skin.  A shine of slippery male liquid coats her
angelic face.  She kisses the phallus softly, feeling it rear up towards
her plush lips, feeling them glide along it, frictionless across the
slippery surface.  She delicately pushes out the tip of her tongue; it
darts out and she tastes Al's pre-cum.  It is sweet and coats the tip of
her tongue.  She feels a perverse thrill as the man encourages her and her
tongue laps along the length of his cock, "Titmouse, use that naughty
tongue of yours to wash down all the stickiness you've caused." She opens
her mouth and encircles his shaft, rubbing hard with her tongue as her
Uncle has taught her, letting Al's cock head plunge into her warm, wet,
mouth, then slide almost all the way out before pushing her face forward
and taking it in again.

   "Nothing like a little bit of a bottom smacking and good tit workout to
teach a disobedient minx manners, it would seem, little lady?  Now open
wide and swallow my cock like a good girl!" comments Al.  He watches
delightedly, his cock, stiff, but flexible, sways, rubbing over the naked,
kneeling, girl's angelic face, her pleading brown eyes demurely downcast.
His juices slick over her cheeks and lips, leaving a glossy trail, across
her soft skin.  The \ contact, the feeling of the tip of her demure,
slightly protruded, tongue-tip across the lower curve of his sensitive
bulb, is exquisite.  He watches her as she follows his penis as it swings,
her mouth and tongue chasing it then catching it and opening, sliding over
it, lips and tongue delighting his knob, then closing and gripping his
shaft.

   Ashley feel the humiliation of being made to pleasure the stranger's
penis.  At the same time, she is grateful that her punishment has ended. 
Even as she laps at the man's bulbous tip, she feels the stinging in her
bottom and the heat in the skin of her breasts calming.  "So long as I keep
his penis pleased, I won't get spanked!" She devotes herself to the cock in
front of her, licking the length of the shaft up and down, up and down, the
swirling her tongue around the pulsing cockhead.  She barely hears, so
intent is she on her cock sucking duties, the sounds of the mechanical
clicks Edwards' makes as it camera records her diligently pleasuring Al's
penis.  The camera is close, and will record fully her face, while the
phallus getting lavishly pleasured will be anonymous, disembodied, a
representation into which any man seeing the pictures will immediately feel
his on his own member the oral attentions being lavished on by the
attentive, submissive, beauty.

   Her hands are on the floor and the man's penis escapes her every time
she releases it from the velvet confines of her mouth.  Al reaches forwards
and grasps one of Ashley's protuberant nipples as it swings on its
pendulous globe.  He pinches it.  "Titmouse, don't just sit on your hands!
Those fine delicate fingers belong on my cock!"

   Ashley leans back further on her thighs, and reaches up with both hands.
One naturally wraps around the cock before her.  The other she is uncertain
what to do with, but Al takes her hand and turns it palm upwards, then
guides it to his testicles.  The man's scrotum is silky and warm, and she
caresses it gently, while she rubs her fingers up and down his shaft and
brings it to her mouth.  "Lick it!" commands Al, "up and down, again, keep
doing that." She lets her tongue lap at the cockhead over and over and
feels the man release her nipple as he leans back letting her exert herself
for his pleasure.

   Ashley gazes up quickly at the man reclined before her.  He is grinning,
his eyes locked on her mouth as it glides over his erection and on her full
breasts swinging softly back and forth as her head bobs slowly.  He catches
her looking at him, and his expression becomes stern for an instant. 
Ashley nestles her fingers into the man's full, soft scrotum, rhythmically
pulsing her fingers slightly around his balls.  Her other hand circles his
long stiffness at its base, closing around it, and moving up and down
slowly.  As the hand reaches its lowest point, nestled at the base of his
cock, holding it vertically her tongue reaches out and circles the plump
tip slowly.  The penis twitches and stiffens repeatedly.  Her hand glides
back up to the tip where her thumb courses over the tip, back and forth,
before her hand plunges down again.  Once more, her face dips, and her
tongue laps the glans, then she opens her mouth and engulfs the phallus,
her cheeks hollowing as she sucks it in deeply until her lips touch her own
hand and she feels the delighted prick filling her mouth, causing her to
almost gag as it slides back in her throat.  She releases it from her mouth
and gasps for breath, but her fingers don't stop, as she cylinder's the
shaft and strokes it up and down several times quickly, making the hard
erection shake.  She feels the pliant, spongy, shaft swell and stiffen,
then after a few more strokes, she varies her tempo, as she's been taught
pleases men.  Holding the man's member very still, she opens her mouth
wide, and flattens her tongue, licking a slow wide trail up it's length. 
When her tongue reaches his wide head, it narrows to a point, and she
vibrates it quickly back and forth vigorously on the sensitive bridge of
skin at the bottom edge of his cockhead.

   She is lost in the hypnotic repetition, licking the twitching cock's
tip, opening and engulfing the penis in her mouth, bathing it with her
saliva, rubbing her thumb under the man's testicles.  She feels the penis
become harder, and Al's breathing quickens.  She knows how this will end,
she will be forced to swallow his emissions, sooner or later.  She dreads
making him ejaculate in her mouth, but wants to end her ordeal, so speeds
up the motion of her lips and tongue.  Puckering her lips to plumpness, she
rubs her barely parted mouth back and forth vigorously over the cockhead,
pulling back on the skin to bare it.  She feels the tremor first in the
cock has her tongue bathes it with long hard licks.  She glances up
nervously, and sees the man's thighs shaking.

   Edward observes the man's rapidly approaching orgasm.  One of his hands
reaches down and pinches Ashley's taught nipple, and pulls downward,
stretching her breast.  His other hand cups the back of her head and pushes
her face and mouth down, making Al's cock slide deep into her mouth.

   "Good girl, Ashley," she hears he Uncle intone, "Take his whole cock
into your mouth now, deep...  deeper..." he pulls her breast down hard and
she gags a bit.  Saliva flows onto her chin prettily and she feels it
thicken as a squirt of his semen bursts onto her tongue.  "Keep licking! 
Use the tip of your tongue to draw out your Daddy Al's cum." She obeys,
scrubbing her tongue over the sticky surface of the pulsing cockhead.

   In her mouth, the fullness increases and pulses repeatedly, she feels
spurt after spurt tickle her thickly on her tongue, and the roof of her
mouth.  The slick gel is copious and her mouth cannot hold it all; it
slides down the back of her throat and leaks past her lips down her chin.
Edward pets the girl's heaving breast and orders, "Swallow, little one! 
What you don't get now you'll lick up after so do a good job; that's it,
you're becoming a good little cocksucker, Ashley, suck all Al's treat for
you out and swallow it all!"

   Ashley keeps licking, but feels the cock in her mouth soften and shrink,
and Edward grasps her head and pulls it back.  "Clean him up, Ashley, use
your tongue.  Softly, like a kitten on his cock!" She obeys, her eyes wet.
Al heaves a relieved sigh, and chortles.  He grins at Edward, who smiles
slyly back.

   Ashley holds the softening penis in her hand and covers it with little
licks, the tip of her tongue bathing across the dwindling plum head.  As
much as he enjoys the sight of the angelic girl continuing to minister to
his organ, it is now satiated and sensitive, so Al reaches his palm out and
cups it to Ashley's cheek and pushes her away.

   "You see, Ashley, you can be a good girl if you try, can't you?" teases
the old man.

   "Stand up, girl!" orders Edward, "hand at your side.  Now turn around
slowly, keep turning." Ashley obeys, turning slowly, eyes downcast, as the
two men examine her.

   Al chortles, "That'll teach you to behave young lady!  I dare say, that
red bottom of yours will smart for a bit, and I do think those big breasts
look like they've got the attention they deserve as well!  As much as you
cried and fussed though, we know how you enjoyed it, don't we?  You liked
your punishment, your little pussy pulsing while your bottom bounced under
its smacks and you nipples were pinched hard, no?"

   Ashley's eyes fill with tears of humiliation which flow freely as she is
made to display her naked, well-groped body.



   Chapter 11, Part I.  Two in the Hand

   Edwards glanced out the window and smiled.  Sunlight sparkled from the
cut glass facets of the row of small diamond-shaped panes gracing the top
of the window.  The ancient and beautiful elm outside glowed with the
orange tinted light of the early evening.

   He cradled the receiver of an old fashioned phone against his ear and
waited for Doctor Foster to get around to actually ask for what he'd called
about.  In his usual prevaricating style, the doctor had discussed banal
subjects for a good ten minutes.  He might have saved himself the trouble,
as Edwards had expected this call to come sooner or later after the "play
date" a few weeks earlier when Foster had taken such pleasure in assisting
with the continuing education of his delicious niece, Ashley, and it suited
Edwards that Foster actually obtain the object of his conversation.  There
were benefits all around in fact, among them a chance to borrow one of the
doctor's lovely villas later in the summer.

   "Yes, well old chap, as I mentioned, Ibiza is fabulous this time of
year, and the villa empty.  If you were to be at leisure next month, and
wanted to pop round to stay, I'd be more than happy to have the
housekeepers open it up for you.  Why, I dare say the lovely Ashley would
enjoy the air and sunshine.  I can just see her prancing around in the kind
of skimpy little bikini bathing costume girls wear these days, getting
almost all her bits browned.  Don't you think?

   "Why, yes," answered Edwards, "an excellent suggestion.  I think we
shall take you up on it.  The only difficulty I foresee," he chuckled
ruefully, "may be to get the young lady to keep her swimsuit on!  You've
seen her propensity for one way or another ending up undressed in public."

   Foster jumped at the bait.  "Still having problems with that, are you?
Yes, these habits take a concerted effort to educate out of a willful,
stubborn girl.  And with the strong Spanish sunshine, I shudder to image
the effect on Ashley's notably creamy full breasts of being overexposed!"

   Edwards' smile widened.  He heard many overtones in the other man's
description of his niece's delectable chest, but shuddering was not among
them.  He knew this part of a girl's anatomy was that most appreciated by
Foster, and that the doctors experience ejaculating with his member cradled
on Ashley's breasts was one the old doctor was sure to have replayed in
memory often and would be eager to repeat.  He let Foster continue.

   "You know, Edwards, just picturing this has given me an idea!  Just
thinking of your dear charge's welfare, you know, but ...  a girl like
Ashley, with what cannot be denied to be very special gifts in the bosom
department, benefits no end, in my experience, from focused training on the
pleasures that her breasts can provide others as well as incidentally
herself.  And how these can go hand in hand, so to speak," Foster chuckled
at his own, weak, double-entendre.

   "I take your point," Edwards commented, "I agree that it would certainly
do the young wanton good to have some diligent attention paid to her
breasts.  What sort of thing would you recommend?"

   "Yes, well, haven't given it much thought till now," Edwards heard
Parsons lie outrageously, "but of course, some manipulation followed by a
humiliating slow forced exposure of the breasts, always excruciating to the
girl; perhaps once the breasts are freed, prolonged nipple stimulation
starting ever so lightly and proceeding to strengthen.  Additional arousal
with some genital component strengthening the association with the breasts
as a source of pleasure.  When well warmed up, proper milking of course.  A
good suckling.  Perhaps, why not?"

   Edwards jested obviously, "It is evident, Foster, that you haven't given
this matter much thought, but your natural talent in this regard shines.  I
do believe you're right, and I think I will put your suggestions to
practice."

   Foster continued, "Ibiza does suggest itself as a wonderful backdrop for
such activities, and I am rather well versed in their application, so
perhaps I could join you there ..."

   "Most kind of you," interrupted Edwards, "to offer to assist, and I dare
say it would help in terms of freeing one to document and film, as well as
have more free hands say for whatever bits might need additional attending
to.

   "But, we won't be able to get away to Ibiza for a few weeks yet and this
ought to get done before then." Even though nothing was said on the line,
the doctor's disappointment permeated the pause.  He continued, "But, if
you were able to say drop by day after tomorrow mid-afternoon, why the
English sunshine may not be that of the Spanish coast, but the living room
here ought to serve quite handily for my niece breasts to receive an
appropriately educational workout."

   The hour agreed on, and a few remaining details sorted, the men ended
their conversation, each putting down their respective phone receivers,
wearing almost identical grins of pleasure and expectation.

   Ashley wandered the garden of the old house, several days later.  She'd
been sent to pick flowers for a bouquet and was enjoying herself.  Lunch
had been delicious, cold cucumber soup with dill, salad, fresh bread,
peaches for dessert.  Her Uncle certainly was healthy and she did feel
better and fitter.  Her regimen of running and sunning herself by the pool
every day, and the avoidance of the American fast food she had been
accustomed to eating had made her feel trimmer and livelier.

   It had been several weeks since her Uncle had been strict with her;
instead he had been kind and praising of her, though always with a detached
aloofness that made her feel somewhat of a supplicant.  He had taken her
shopping several times and bought her nicer things than her family had ever
bought her, or would have bought her had they even been able to afford the
high quality Uncle Edwards demanded in everything that surrounded him. 
Today she was wearing a soft, flowing sundress with a refined cream-colored
background strewn with large, stylized orange flowers.  Thin orange satin
straps looped over her brown shoulders holding it up, the bosom was a
spacious and loose peasant cut, tightening above her waist to support the
swishy mid-thigh length dress.  Though demurely high on her chest, baring
only the very center of her chest and the top of the swell of her breasts,
it did have large, loose, openings below her arms, but her Uncle had
selected a pretty, orange, balconette demi-bra to go with it, and the flash
of the undergarment's side when she moved made her feel like she herself
was an orange flower, petals opening to display inner details of smooth
shiny satin strap and just a hint of textured orange lace.

   All in all, she was becoming quite the proper upper-class English girl,
she giggled to herself.  If the girls at home could just see her, they
wouldn't even recognize the refined young lady she'd transformed into.

   Collecting several more flowers from the garden she satisfied herself
that she had sufficient for a lovely bouquet.  She turned and strode back
towards the kitchen to put them into a vase as she'd been asked.  Her high,
cork soled, orange canvas sandals crunching on the gravel as she strode,
the forward tilt of the high footwear accentuating her own feminine gait,
causing the loose dress to sway charmingly on her form.

   All of these details were keenly appreciated by the two men seated
comfortable in deep armchairs in the sunlit living room.  Had they been
asked later, neither Edwards nor Foster would have had any idea what they
had been chatting about good-naturedly while they awaited the next phase of
the afternoon.  Their talk was inconsequential and polite, their thoughts
very much taken up by the anticipation of the delights quickly approaching.

   Ashley went into the kitchen, and stretched to fetch a vase down from
its high shelf.  One foot lifted off the ground as she reached, her dress
hiking to reveal her upper thing and her leg tightened.  That image was the
one that greeted Edwards as he entered the kitchen.  He watched the girl
stretch and reach futilely.  His eyes caressed the expanse of bronzed thigh
and leg.

   "Ashley, dearest, let me help you with that." He strode over, brought
down the vase, an easy reach for his substantially taller frame, and handed
it to the girl.  She blushed, as she seemed to quite often in his presence,
the poise and self-satisfaction she had been feeling melting into the meek
subservience that always overcame her in his presence.

   She tried to recover her composure by concentrating on arranging the
flowers.  Edwards let her finish this task before undoing all her attempts
at maintaining her own poise, by intoning, "That is lovely Ashley.  Now I
will take these into the salon, and I'd like you to pour a couple of
glasses of Macon-Villages to take into the salon for our guest and me.  I'm
sure you remember Doctor Foster?  He has come by for a visit and is quite
curious to see how you've come along in your education since he was here."
He took the vase from the suddenly immobile girl, whose eyes flitted about
wildly then looked down at the floor.  He left the room.

   Ashley stood frozen, experiencing a sense of dread and deflation.  She
remembered all too well the occasion at which she had last seen the doctor.
Involuntarily, she hugged herself, cradling her own bosoms where she could
almost feel the stinging sensation of having her bare breasts slapped and
smacked by the doctor on that occasion.

   She moved torpidly, pouring the wine and dawdling before forcing herself
to go in.  She tried to reassure herself that this time, now she was acting
proper and refined, they would treat her with dignity.  Last time she knew,
she had been to blame; the stains on her dress and her sloppiness had been
the cause for her punishment.  She wasn't going to spill a drop this time,
and her impeccable and lovely dress wasn't going to give them any excuse to
accuse her of trying to reveal herself.

   She was bought back to the present from her distracted thoughts by the
sudden chilling realization that her uncle might be displeased by her delay
in making her appearance.  With a redoubled sense of foreboding she strode
out of the sunny kitchen and made her way to the living room carrying the
two glasses on a tray.  At the last minute she'd selected a sheaf of cheese
pastry twists and put these on a plate.  She balanced the tray with the
glasses and savories in one hand and knocked timidly at the door.

   The door opened, Edwards held the door open for his niece and inside the
living room Foster gazed out at the lovely girl.  He saw a shudder go
through her, and smiled realizing that the torments he'd visited on the
sweet Ashley had not been forgotten, but were fresh in her mind.  His smile
widened, and he intoned,

   "My dear Ashley, how very nice to see you.  How kind of you to arrange
some refreshments for us.  "I see you're looking as lovely as ever, perhaps
even more so than last time we saw one another, yes?  I dare say there's no
doubt that our little session will have helped you to gain control over
your former slovenliness?  Your style of dress has improved greatly, you're
positively elegant!"

   Ashley averting her gaze from Foster, lay the platter she was carrying
down on a side table.  She turned shyly and felt the still commanding
presence of both men attentive to her.  She forced herself to say,

   "Thank you, Sir.  I'm glad you like the way I'm dressed."

   Moving in a daze, Ashley automatically went about setting out the
flowers, and putting out the refreshments as the men continued chatting
amiably.  She glanced up at the doctor, and found him gazing contentedly at
her.  He smiled at her and she looked quickly away.  The smile was too
familiar and easy, and redoubled her nervousness.

   Foster walked over to where the girl was and reached over towards the
wine glass on the table, coming very close to her.  She dared not shrink
back.  He took her hand in his and gently lifted it up at her side, as he
examined her.

   "Dearest Ashley, how delightfully your education seems to have improved
you!  Your appearance and manners are charming.  Why look at how nicely
dressed and refined you look.  While only a few months ago, as I well
recall, you were slovenly enough to be positively coming out of your
clothes at every occasion, you are now quite properly and beautifully
attired."

   "Come here, young lady," said Foster rising from the desk he'd been
leaning against and coming towards her, "stand by me and turn slowly.  Show
off that admirable carriage and your lovely garments."

   Ashley couldn't help it; she was compelled to obey and walked up to the
man.  As she reached him he put a familiar hand on her bare shoulder and
guided her slowly around, helping her to pivot on her heels.  As she
rotated the men examined her trim figure.  She felt Foster fingertips,
which he had placed at the height of her chest, brush softly against the
lower curves of her breasts as she turned.

   After taking in her form hungrily, his eyes lingering on the swell of
her breasts, Foster used her arm to cause her to turn, stopping her when
she faced away from him.  She felt his gaze linger at her back.

   "Edwards, this is a real testament to your unflinching efforts to teach
your young charge the benefits of proper presentation," he said, casually
leaving his fingertips lightly perched on the bottom of her breast,
"Ashley, I assume that your Uncle has been diligent in properly punishing
you at regular intervals, hmm?  He's told me of your bottom dancing
sessions and how you've taken to them?  Hard to imagine that nice womanly
bottom of yours, so composed and covered by this lovely dress now,
wriggling and thrashing over your Uncle's lap as it is getting smacked!

   Ashley colored, and blinked repeatedly.  The old man smiled.

   "Now, Titmouse, please bring that armchair over the middle of the room
for me?  I think it would be of great benefit to me to understand the
progress you've made since we last saw one another.  That's a good girl! 
There is something ineffably charming is there not Edwards in seeing a
well-dressed young lady engaged in the awkward effort of carrying a heavy
piece of furniture into place, is there not?  Now please turn it so it
faces away from us and clamber onto it on your knees.  Right up, hands on
the chair back.  No sitting back on your haunches, young lady!  Up on your
knees and bend forwards over the chair back.

   "Good, now let me just sit down here where I can observe those charming
thighs and that trim backside.  The flowers on your little skirt are very
becoming!  Much better than those sloppy bottoms you were wearing last
time, or shall I say barely wearing last time.

   "Now I'd relish learning how your education has been progressing.  Why
don't you recount for me the events of your last training session with your
Uncle?  Do keep in mind young lady, that if you do not do a thorough job of
reporting this to me, I shall ask Edwards here to show me his methods in
person instead!  I'm do hope there will be no need to have to go to the
trouble of punishing you today?"

   Edward smiled and looked over at the doctor.  His gaze was fixed on the
kneeling girl's posterior as if he could see through her skirt just by
staring intently.  Edward's imagined only too well how delighted he would
be to take the "trouble" to punish Ashley.  He wondered if the doctor would
be able to restrain himself and keep to the plan of humiliating her through
stimulating and causing her embarrassing pleasure rather than pain.

   Ashley knelt on the chair, dejected, her hands resting on the chair
back, and forced herself to cast her thoughts back to the last
bottom-dancing session she'd had with her Uncle.  Her words came softly and
haltingly.  She was reluctant to describe the humiliating ordeal but knew
she had no choice, lest she be forced to undergo it again with Parsons'
watching.

   "It was two weeks ago," she recounted softly.  "Uncle said I'd been
making very good progress and learning, but ..."

   Foster interrupted her.  "What had you been learning, Titmouse?" She
cringed at the name.  "To ...  to suck ..." "To suck the penis ...Sir!"
corrected her Uncle, "Say it!  And don't leave out the details we went
over!"

   Ashley, gave a little whimper of humiliation and continued.  "To suck
... the penis, Sir.  That I was getting much better at ...  at using my
fingers to stroke his penis up and down and doing kitten licks to his
cockhead ..."

   Parsons' chuckled, "Kitten licks, Ashley?  Now that is a good
description.  What does that mean?"

   "I have to stick out my tongue sir, and softly and slowly lick the
length of the penis the base to the tip, and collect the ...  the moisture
at the tip, then use my fingers to stroke his penis a few times and do it
again.  Sir.  Also he was pleased with how well I'd learned to
hold-and-suckle."

   "And what is entailed in hold-and-suckle, Ashley?" asked the Doctor.

   "I have to close my lips, encircling the top of the penis, and suckle
like it's a candy, and make my mouth really wet by licking it and
collecting all the wetness in my mouth.  I'm supposed to warm and bathe his
cockhead scrubbing with my tongue.

   Parsons' commented as he rose from his chair, "It does sound like you
are learning some very valuable skills, Titmouse, and I will interrupt your
charming tale only for a moment before we have you continue.  However, I
think this is a very propitious time to inform you of this afternoon's
goals.  Why, I think you'll find that our activities will help your
recollection."

   Foster rounded in front of the girl, standing very close to her.  She
looked up at him.  He lifted a hand and slowly moved it towards her.  His
palm turned inwards and he brushed his fingertips very softly and slowly
along the swell in her bodice at the side of her left breast.  He repeated
the motion on the other side of her chest.  His touch was delicate and,
except for the unwanted intimacy, almost soothing.

   "Ashley, you're well acquainted, as I have the pleasure of firsthand
experience to know, with the effectiveness of having your exemplary titties
punished.  And the smacking I had occasion to give them and those they will
receive in the future are no doubt extremely helpful to your education."

   Ashley flinched as the man raised both hands, expecting him to suit his
action to his words.  His hands, though, came to test cradling the sides of
her breasts softly, just holding them gently.

   "But we need to emphasize that a young lady's pretty, pendulous,
protuberances are also a strong positive reinforcement to pleasure, that
they can be a source of delight and stimulation.  There is a time for
punishment, and a time for finding that pleasure.  Today we hope, if you
continue to be obedient, to concentrate on that aspect of your womanly
gifts.  Now continue what you were telling us.  You were saying you were
learning hold-and-suckle?"

   Foster fingertips slowly moved under her bosom.  Ashley felt them lift
slightly and caress the material at the bottom of her bra at the base of
her breasts.

   "Yes.  Sir," she squirmed, "I'm supposed to make the penis leak as much
as I can, and then, when I'm told, I use my fingertips to massage the base
of the cock between the balls from behind.  I am told ..."

   She paused as a sensation of languor filled her tummy.  Foster
fingertips had moved to the exposed swell of the top of one breast and
while one hand supported and lifted it from below, his fingertips traced
the top down its curve, pushing the bodice's edge down until it encountered
the top of her bra.  He released her breast, then repeated the process,
petting her other heavy globe as if it were a small warm creature.

   "Uncle told me," she continued, "I must pay attention to how his cock is
moving in my mouth.  I am supposed to feel it twitch and to use the tip of
my tongue on the hole to taste the pre-cum.  I'm supposed to collect every
drop that leaks out.  But just as each drop comes out, and I dip my tongue
in it, I'm supposed to stay still until the pulse passes.  I'm not supposed
to make it come."

   "That does sound delightful, Ashley, being held-and-suckled by that
delicious full mouth of yours!" Foster made a strange gesture, licking the
tips of a finger, then touching Ashley's full trembling lower lip and
running his finger along it.  "I shall certainly want to verify for myself
how well you've picked up these skills in the near future."

   Ashley shuddered as she imagined being made to perform her cocksucking
duties on the Doctor.  She had grown to be proud of being able to please
her Uncle as well as she did, and even to enjoy the sense of having her
mouth put to use by him.  But to do that to the doctor!  She remembered his
fat member spurting over her naked and stinging breasts the last time and
her stomach lurched at the thought of him spurting into her mouth, his
hands in her hair forcing her head down onto his member until she'd
dutifully swallowed.

   As she imagined this, she felt his fingers move towards her back. 
Expertly, with one hand, Foster unhooked the catch on her bra.  It sprung
open energetically.

   "As pretty as this lovely bra is, Titmouse, I think we will remove it.
Your breasts are young and firm, and don't really need the help maintaining
an admirable upward tilt.  How clever of you to wear a strapless bra today,
so we can remove them without even taking your dress down yet.  We will do
so and have these bare titties out, but not quite yet yes?"

   She felt the doctor tuck one end of the strap at the back down into the
large opening at her armpit, gripped it there and began to pull the bra
off. The cups clung momentarily to their heavy contents, her breasts
shifting sideways as he pulled, then their hold on the cups slipped, and
Foster slowly dragged the lacey undergarment sideways until it came free.

   The excruciating slowness with which he removed her bra and dragged it
over her skin made Ashley concentrate minutely on the sensation of the
material dragging on her skin, the stiff underwire on the cups scraping
across the bottoms of her breasts, then the coolness of being suddenly
bared.  Her dress still covered her, but was loose enough on the sides that
she felt the air brush her newly exposed skin.

   Now Parsons' fingers came down and once again cradled her breasts from
the sides, but his fingertips now caressed the wide expanse of bare skin at
the side of her breast, again traveling over the swollen curve down to the
very edge of the now visible darker skin of her areola.  Ashley felt her
nipple buds tighten and push against the cloth of her dress.

   Edwards noted how effective the doctor's protracted and gentle
stimulation of his niece's chest was, as evidenced by the incipient
squirming movements of her rear.  Her skirt amplified the motion as it
shifted softly over the tensing and releasing globes of her bottom.

   "Please continue your tale, Ashley, we have not even begun to hear about
your last punishment session!" chided the doctor.

   Ashley had trouble not being distracted from the fingers on her breasts
teasingly approaching her now throbbing nipples.

   "Uncle told me to come down to the study for my bottom-dancing session.
He always leaves out the clothes I am supposed to wear.  That evening I was
wearing white stay-up stockings and strappy white shoes and a transparent,
gauzy, pink outfit of tap pants and a short harem top."

   Edwards chimed in, "Ah yes, that outfit suits her very well Parsons'. 
Her unsupported breasts push out the top so the bottoms of her hang out and
the bottom is cut high to expose a lower crescent of Ashley's bouncy bottom
cheeks!  The full rounded curves of her lower bottom cheeks and those of
the bottom curve of her breasts echo each other most pleasingly, vying for
attention and the chance to be squeezed and bounced!"

   "Charming!" commented Foster, "continue Ashley."

   "Uncle examined me and turned me around.  He said I looked very
beautiful.  He took my hand and led me to the sofa.  He sat down and told
me to lie down over his lap.  I did, and I could feel the lower parts of my
bottom sticking out.  The music started, it was slow.  Uncle told me that
we would start out slow but that he expected that before long my bottom
would be bouncing much faster.  First, he said, keep it utterly still. 
But, he reached under me and grabbed the bottom of my breast and began
squeezing it.  His fingertip reached under my top too and grabbed my nipple
..."

   As she said, this, Foster let his fingertips trace down and for the
first time touch the very tip of the girl's large, tense nipples.  She
panted slightly as she continued.

   "He pulled it and then the other one.  He told me that I'd already
started without his telling me to, that my bottom was clenching and moving.
He spanked each of my cheeks hard where they were bare, on my lower cheeks.
It stung!  I wiggled and he smacked my bottom again.  He ordered me to slow
down my bottom-dance.  I tried but he kept pulling at my nipples which are
so sensitive and it's like there's an electric charge that goes from my
breasts to my bottom and I can't stop my bottom moving.  Oooooh!"

   This last exclamation was elicited as Foster pulled the bodice down off
of Ashley's large breasts, baring them, then his fingers softly gripping
both nipples at once and tugging them gently and repeatedly.  She moaned
again as Parsons' repeatedly pulled and released on the elongating buds.

   "Good little titmouse," he said, "much better now that those breasts are
nice and naked and have come out to play, no?  That's a good little booby,
reach out, stretch that nipple out.  You like a nice nipple pinching don't
you, Ashley?  No fear, we are here this afternoon to give those breasts all
the attention they need.  Now continue.  You were just bottom dancing for
your Uncle?  Did your clothes stay on, though?  That doesn't sound like the
naked missy I know now?"

   "No sir," exclaimed Ashley as her head swam from what the fingers were
doing to her nipples, "Uncle soon pushed my top up under my chin and then
he pulled my pants down to my thighs.  He stroked my naked bottom until I
slowed my bottom-dancing.  He said "Clench!" and I tensed my cheeks, then
"Soft!" and I loosened my bottom.  His palm smacked one cheek hard!  He
made me do clench-soft 20 times, giving me a spank each time when my bottom
was soft.  I could feel the heat building in my cheeks, they must have been
so red!

   "Then he told me to put my hands below my belly and take his cock out. I
did.  It was slippery.  He said I was a minx who would have to attend to
all the wetness she was causing in his cock.  He asked if I was a good girl
and would suck obediently.  I told him I was going to be good and could I
suck now?  He said not yet, I was nowhere near done with my exercises.  He
told me to move my fingers on his cock, and to push my bottom right up.  I
caressed his slippery cock and brought my knees up a bit and raised my hips
and bottom up.  Uncle started smacking my bottom cheeks back and forth.  He
spanked me first slowly, but then he sped up and I could feel my cheeks
bouncing quickly.

   Parsons' continued petting the excited girl's chest, now holding her
naked breasts and letting his grip pulse around her swollen globes.

   Ashley closed her eyes, and gave another soft moan, as the Doctor ran
his fingertips slowly over her tense nipple, scraping the nail over her
sensitive bud.  Reaching the tips, he captured the buds between his thumb
and forefinger and applied slight pressure.  He pinched and released,
watching the girls' soft breasts shudder each time he did so.  He applied
more pressure each time until he was squeezing them quite hard, relishing
Ashley's gasps at each strong pinch.

   Ashley came out of the reverie caused by having her nipples tormented
when he finally released them.  While she had been dazed, her skirt had
been lifted up.  Now she felt Edwards grasp her panties and slide them down
her backside, tugging them off leaving her bottom naked, and pulling them
down over her thighs to her knees.  Her uncle's hand petted her denuded
cheeks, then dropped to caress the pouting rearward thrust of her vaginal
pouch, a finger running forward and back on her slit repeatedly, the tip of
his finger intruding between her slick lips and sliding effortlessly
through her lubricated flesh.

   "Now, Ashley, delightful as it is to watch you squirm as your bosom is
manhandled, the pleasure you're taking evident from your naughty, wet
vagina, I think there's room for some additional stimulation to help your
perform even more deliciously for us.  I am going to take this vibrator and
push it between your thighs, just so, keep them tightly together and hold
it there.  Oh, yes, I'm sure you're hoping I will turn it on, don't fret.
There we are, better?

   "Your job, sweet child, is to let your juices coat that dildo liberally.
Not only will that show your appreciation for the effort we are putting
into making you, shall we say, comfortable, but it will help you, little
one, when it comes time to introduce it into your bottom later!"

   The expertly placed cylinder between her legs buzzed relentlessly
against her vaginal lips and her hooded clitoris, the strong sensation not
allowing her any surcease, and she began whimpering almost continuously. 
She squirmed, sitting back a bit.  Thankfully, the vibrator slipped lower
between her legs, giving her genitals a moment's respite.  Edward,
responded by delivering a strong open palmed smack to each of her naked
bottom cheeks, and pushing the device back up against her vulva.  He
reprimanded her, "Legs closed, I said, girl!  Do NOT let the vibrator slip
down from your cunt!  Sit up!"

   She obeyed, and as she moved up, delivered her naked breasts back into
the Doctor's waiting palms, which grasped and squeezed them as if they were
ripe fruit.  Ashley mewled and shuddered at the combination of the
insistent intrusion of the instrument she was riding and the feeling in her
hot, swollen breasts.  The doctor placed a palm under one heavy orb and
lifted it, as if weighing it.  His other hand grasped the upper part of her
breasts and he pressed the accommodating globe between his hands, his upper
palm traveling down her breast, stretching it out.  He flicked his finger
against her large, standing nipple, which seemed to relish the treatment as
it responded by craning up and reddening.  Foster smiled widely as this
elicited a yelp from the girl, which by no means displeased him so he
repeated the motion three more times, eliciting identical exclamations from
the meek girl.  Just when her nipple felt like it would burst, Foster
switched positions and took her other breast in hand.  He repeated the
motions on this breast, flicking her bud even harder than the other one and
getting an even louder yelp.

   "How is our Ashley's little quim doing Edwards?" asked Foster, "Is she
coating the dildo satisfactorily?  Let's have a look.  Ashley, you just
"hang out" there won't you?" he teased, releasing her breasts but giving
both nipples a strong tug downwards to emphasized how she should "hang."
Her breasts complied, hanging, naked, flushed, and proud, her nipples
shining coral-red from their ordeal.  She could feel them, large, soft, and
warm from being handled, tremble and shiver as she whimpered in shame at
the display she was giving the men.  They both moved behind her and she
knew they were watching her wiggling bottom as the vibrator did its work
incessantly.  She bit her lips and squirmed.  At least while her breasts
had been being tormented she'd been able to somewhat ignore the buzzing at
her most sensitive feminine core.  Now, the relentless sweet stimulation
was all she could think of.  Her thighs churned, sliding against one
another slickly, evidence of how her juices had ran from her pussy and
liberally coated the vibrator and her upper legs, her breasts swinging
heavily in time.

   "Edwards, our TM's pussy seems to be enjoying itself thoroughly, judging
by how lavishly it is anointing her toy with her lubrication!" Foster
commented.  Both men ran their palms over the rear of her thighs, palming
the wet flesh.  One of them grasped the vibrator and turned it, then thrust
it back and forth so it slid through her wet slit.  "What do you think
Ashley, your lively little bottom really does need to be included in our
play doesn't it?  I think you're ready to nestle your toy in your lovely,
soft, yielding bottom, aren't you?  Yes, most certainly those full cheeks
look like they would appreciate cradling something between them as long as
they're clenching and welcoming.  Let me renew my attention to those
delicious breasts which I think are feeling neglected, and your Uncle will
attend to filling that wiggly little backside."

   Foster walked in front of the girl and took her hands in his, and slowly
moved them behind her back.  Her dress rustled as he maneuvered both her
slim wrists into one of his hands behind her back, forcing her to rise up
on her knees.  He pulled back on her joined hands making her arch her back,
her shoulders pulling back and her breasts lifting up towards the man's
face.  He leaned forward and brought his cheek down to rest against one
plump breast, then moved her torso back and forth, causing her breasts to
caress his face.  He then turned towards her and opened his mouth.  She
watched the man's tongue flick at her nipple, making it shine, and making
it feel warm and sweet.  He began tonguing her nipple repeatedly, copiously
bathing her wide areola and the craning bud crowning it.  His mouth
fastened on her nipple and suckled her vigorously.  She watched the tip of
her breast drawn into his mouth, compressing the tip and making the flesh
just behind her nipple swell.  A hot, electric, current shot from her
nipple into the depths of her pussy.  He continued suckling and biting her
nipple his eyes looking amusedly into hers so she had to look down.  She
tried to obey Edwards command to thrust her bottom out, awkwardly doing so
while feeling her chest dragged forward by Parsons' grip on her breast.

   The sweet stinging in her breasts was distracting her but she felt
Edwards behind her slide the vibrator back and out of her pussy.  She gave
a soft cry.  Something hard and slick pushed against her anus, meeting
resistance for only a moment before her bottom hole yielded and the firm
cylinder penetrated her bottom.

   "That's a good little bottom, Ashley!" encouraged Edwards, "let it
nestle and hug that vibrator, now that your pussy has made it nice and
slick.  That's better isn't it titmouse?  You're enjoying having something
for your bouncy rump to writhe on?  Push it back and forth!  Caress the
vibrator between those round cheeks like you will a cock soon enough!  That
is pretty, isn't it, Foster, Ashley's full globes parting and welcoming the
dildo as it pushes in and out of her bottom hole?  I daresay she must be
feeling an awful emptiness in her pussy now that's its been abandoned.  We
can't have that, can we little one?"

   Parsons' bit down onto Ashley's fat nipple.  She moaned, her mouth
forming a pouty O, and at that moment, as the soft utterance was forced
from her, Edward's thumb pushed past her labia into her vagina, and his
palm cupped the front of her pussy, while his thumb pressed into the
sensitive spot on the front inner walls of her slick canal.

   Foster chuckled, and commented, "As they say, two in the hand is better,
no?  I can attest to the charms of being able to cradle your breasts in my
palms?  However, one in the bush as well does top that, old chap?  Though
you're not so bushy now, are you, with your smoothly shaved, bare quim
gripping your Uncle's finger?"

   The film which Edwards had set to running for the occasion to document
his niece's travails, and which will be enjoyed immensely among his group
of friends, will have recorded several minutes during which Ashley becomes
increasingly agitated, her trembling increasing in speed as her uncle
pushes the buzzing dildo in and out of her writhing bottom and his hand
forces her wet pussy to shudder quickly.  Parsons' sucks one breast then
the other hard, switching frequently, his tongue roaming over the expanse
of each breast from tip to base, returning relentlessly to torment her
sensitive nipples with his teeth and tongue.

   Ashley was by now mewling continuously, a high, girlish squeal
punctuating the sounds when her nipple was bitten or the vibrator in her
bottom was pushed deeply into her.  Her bottom cheeks wiggled quickly as
the hand in her vagina thrust inside her, shivering and jiggling
deliciously.  The heat in her innermost feminine core was building and, as
she pictured the sight her Uncle had of her bottom and pussy opening and
closing over the instruments of her violation, she felt simultaneously both
blushing shame and the oncoming swell of an orgasm.

   Edwards expertly sensed his niece's impending climax in the momentary
slowing of her churning, accompanied by the girl's subconsciously impaling
herself deeply and repeatedly on the hand in her sex and the buzzing
instrument impaling her bottom.  His fingers could feel a stiffening of the
anterior walls of her vagina and its incipient pulses.

   Ashley closed her eyes, fighting the oncoming wave of pleasure
threatening to overcome her.  The men watched her grit her teeth as she
tried fruitlessly to maintain control and deny her tormentors the
satisfaction of seeing how they'd forced her to take pleasure in their
manipulation of her unwilling body.  Her lips parted and a whimpering moan
escaped.  Edwards pushed his fingers hard against her clit and the front of
her vagina, encouraging the girl, "That's a good girl Ashley, let it go. 
Yes, that's a good pussy clamping down on my fingers.  You like how they're
moving inside you don't you?  Foster is giving those nipples a good squeeze
for you.  Show him how much you're enjoying having your breasts handled."

   These words pushed Ashley over the edge.  The men watched as the girl's
body stiffened and a small scream exploded from her.  Her body quaked and
shivered as she was rocked by her intense orgasm.  Edwards' fingers felt
her spasm, contracting and releasing quickly.  He marveled at how long the
paroxysm was lasting, as wave after wave tossed her, following one another
closely, her head bucking, her eyes shut tight before, finally, she
slumped. Her upturned face turned slowly downwards, her back bent forward
and her eyes opened slowly, nervously darting between the men watching her.
Hey beautiful large eyes were wide in embarrassment and humiliation at
having shown the men how much she had enjoyed their exploring and groping
her against her will.

   Slowly, she felt the hand she had ridden to pleasure pull out of her
still fluttering vagina.  The vibrator too was thankfully withdrawn. 
Foster released her heaving breasts, letting them fall pendulous and
unsupported, their weight suddenly apparent on her chest.

   She heard her Uncle chuckle amusedly.  "Now, now, young lady.  That was
quite a display you put on for us!  But don't assume you're done yet! 
There are still many exercises and entertainments you will be responsible
for this evening.  We may even, I suspect, be seeing you orgasm several
more times during the course of this afternoon and the long evening we have
planned for you, as this has been most enjoyable for us.  But you must be
patient for the moment and calm your overexcited body."

   Tears of shame and pent up frustration leaked from Ashley's eyes.  She
was aware of the stinging in the very center of her bottom where her anus
ached now she was no longer distracted by the onslaught of sexual
stimulation.  Her pussy was wet and dripping and she felt her own juices
cooling stickily on her thighs.

   Foster walked casually away from Ashley, and reached for his drink on
the sideboard.  Edward did the same, instructing Ashley, "Stand up, Ashley.
Next to the chair, facing us.  Do hold your skirt up, we don't want it
getting stained from your juices, do we?" She faced the two men as they
sipped their wine and watched her with pleased expressions.  She could only
imagine what a sight she was, with her tear-streaked face, her top pulled
down off her hot, flushed, breasts, the pretty orange blossom skirt held at
her midriff exposing her now open, shiny pussy, and her delicate panties
pooled at her feet where they'd slipped down when she'd stood.  Her Uncle
made a turning gesture with his hand, and she slowly turned around so the
men could also examine her bottom cheeks, shiny with her own juices and
still clenching softly.

   Edwards chuckled, "I'm almost unaccustomed to seeing your round little
bottom quite so pale, dearest niece, rather than crested with a rosy hue
and finger marks from taking your spankings as is its frequent state.  You
must express your gratefulness to us for retraining ourselves in this
regard, at least this time.  Go ahead!"

   Ashley bit her lip, and her bottom trembled visibly.  She softly intoned
the words she knew the men wanted to hear from her, "Thank you Sir, Uncle
and Doctor Foster, for not spanking my ...  naked bottom."

   Foster grinned and walked over to the girl, placing his arm
companionably around her shoulders, "Why, you're welcome, sweet Ashley!  I
dare say, though your full pale backside does really invite a good long
smacking session, so long as you're being such an obedient and well behaved
young lady, I do think we can continue to spare it from its accustomed
punishments for the moment.  Though, I for one, will relish having you do
some bottom dancing for me at a future occasion!"

   Edwards looked at the young girl, with her dress bunched at the waist.
"Ashley, I do think that though you were quite elegantly dressed, after
that rather brazen display you gave us, your clothes are now in a bit of
disarray.  Why don't you just remove them?"

   The girl obeyed slowly, dropping her skirt, and then stepping out of the
dress.  She handed the pretty garment to Foster who held his hand out.  She
stepped out of the lacy panties at her feet.  Foster nodded and she leaned
down, keeping her knees demurely together, picked them up, and handed them
to him as well.  Finally, following his glance, she walked over to the side
table on which her orange and violet brassiere lay discarded in a bunch,
and took that to Foster as well.  She stood, her hands clasped in front of
her, eyes demurely gazing at the ground, totally naked in front of the two
men.

   Edwards snapped pictures of the nude girl, commanding her to look into
the lens, then came close to capture images of her breasts straight on and
from the side, lastly ordering her to turn so he could capture her rear as
well.

   "Bend forward, Ashley, well over.  Touch your toes!" commanded Edwards.
She obeyed and heard the shutter click as he captured her pose, her bottom
wide and open as she stretched, her shiny pussy pouch framed neatly between
the hemispheres of her backside and her lithe thighs.

   Edwards continued taking pictures of the girl until was satisfied he had
documented the now naked, disheveled and ravished girl's state.  He
imagined with satisfaction the pleasure they images would cause when
enjoyed by the gentlemen of his acquaintance who shared a passion for the
education of impressionable, nubile young women.

   He addressed her in a jovial tone.

   "Ashley, I think now that you've enjoyed this afternoon's activities,
you need to get cleaned up and prepare yourself for the remainder of our
evening together.  Please stand!  From the sight of your own secretions
splotching your thighs and bottom you're clearly in need of showering. 
You'll go upstairs and get cleaned up.  Foster, I daresay you too could use
a shower and a change of clothing, perhaps something less formal for the
rest of the evening?  Let's combine things in the interest of efficiency
and hospitality, and you and Ashley can share a shower and she will help
prepare you?  What do you say, Ashley?  Doesn't that sound like a marvelous
plan, sharing a shower and helping the good doctor to prepare for the rest
of the evening, as he has been so kind as to provide you with the pleasure
you just experienced at his hands?"

   Ashley's eyes closed slowly as she contemplated the ordeal of being
naked in the shower with the other man.  And he would also be naked!  She
trembled, knowing that there would be no limitations to the liberties he
would take with her body.  She knew she had to answer.

   "Yes, Uncle, of course."

   Foster smiled and instructed the blushing girl, "Do top my wine glass
up, Ashley, thanks.  Now, let's get ourselves tidied up for the second part
of this enjoyable evening, shall we?"

   Ashley walked over to the sideboard and refilled the man's wine glass,
awkwardly aware of her body's nakedness as she performed otherwise domestic
tasks.  Much as she tried to maintain a rigid posture while serving, she
felt her flushed breasts sway and the cheeks of her buttocks course against
one another.  A quick glance back at the men confirmed that they were
watching her movements with an air of smug satisfaction at being attended
by a subservient naked girl.

   She handed the wine glass to Foster, who took it, and, indicating with a
gesture towards the door as he sipped followed behind her as she turned and
walked towards it and out of the room.

   Foster, a few steps behind the girl, smiled to himself.  He observed the
moving hemispheres of the girl's ass move in front of him, alternate cheeks
tensing and lifting as she walked.  "Ah, yes," he thought to himself with
glee, "What an astounding, round, unblemished bottom!  A perfect match for
her heavy, round breasts." He delighted in the notion that soon he would be
sharing a shower with the nubile girl with no obstacle between her ripe
flesh and his attentions.

   Though Ashley's thoughts dwelled at the same moment on the same imagery,
her reaction was altogether different.  Her thoughts raced and her
breathing quickened.  Her sense of dread and embarrassment was heightened
by her realization that she had no choice.  Lassitude and resignation
filled her body, and her head drooped, downcast.  She climbed the stairs,
the man following close behind, and turned into her room.

   "Now titmouse," intoned Foster, with real tenderness in his voice, "You
seem to be rather ahead of me in your preparation for the shower, given
that you're already naked!  Why don't you help me to undress?"

   Ashley stepped up to the man and started unbuttoning his shirt, working
her way from the top down.  Foster placed his open palms on the outward
swell of her hips and left them there, resting comfortably.  When she got
to the last button, he took one of her hands and placed it on his belt,
then returned his palm to her hip, which he slowly caressed.  Ashley,
threaded the tail of the belt out of the buckle, pulled and unhitched it.
There was no alternative but to open his trousers, as she'd done often
enough now for her Uncle.  She grasped the fly and pulled it down, he
fingers feeling the incipient stiffness below the cloth.  She continued
undressing Foster, her gaze unfocused in an attempt to distance herself
from what she was doing, and soon he was naked.  She glanced down.  His
penis was throbbing and quickly swelling.

   "Thank you, Ashley, now shall we head to the shower?  I think that would
be most refreshing don't you?" The man put his hand on her hip and guided
her towards the bathroom.  As she turned he placed a hand on her bottom,
palming it as she walked.  She stared ahead, but could not avoid catching a
glimpse of herself in the mirror as they entered the bathroom.  The hairy,
naked man behind her wore a satisfied smile, his command over her evident
in how he pushed on her bottom cheek, hastening her into the white and blue
tiled shower room.  In the mirror her bottom cheek indented around his
grip. His fully erect penis contacted her thigh and twitched.

   The shower room was comprised of a large walk-in space tiled in white
and blue with Moroccan designs in yellows and reds inside the
glass-partitioned shower area.  A marble vanity with twin, oversized sinks
spanned one side of the room.  A stack of impeccably white, plush towels
was stacked on a shelf, and next to them, a pair of matching bathrobes were
positioned on large wooden hangers.  The larger sported blue piping on the
edges, while the smaller was decorated in pink trim.  Over the vanity hung
the huge mirror in which Ashley was observing herself.  A floor-to-ceiling
pane ran half the length of the shower area and the two naked figures
entered around it.  A wide round showerhead with large openings was formed
into the ceiling.  The taps were heavy, elegant, and classically modern.

   "Start the shower, titmouse!" chided Foster, and Ashley felt a casual,
soft slap on her rump, the contact harder than a caress but not quite a
spank.

   She obeyed, and opened then adjusted the taps, bending slightly to test
the water's temperature as it streamed from a wide, thigh-height, chrome
shelf inset in the marble and tile wall.  Her bottom jutted towards Foster,
who didn't hesitate to run his hand up her thighs and between her legs, his
fingers tracing the neat line of her vaginal slit.  His touch felt gentle
on her still dry skin, and she shivered at the sensation of his fingers
tracing up her thigh, then trace a feather-soft course over the intimate
folds of her genitals.  They continued rearward palming the lower curve of
her bottom.  Ashley found the right temperature and turned the heavy
pewter-colored lever transforming the heavy stream of water at her thighs
into a copious overhead flow of warm rain which cascaded over the girl
adding a lovely sheen to her pearly nudity.  Her hair flattened and
darkened, and she used both hands to collect it and direct it so it
collected behind her head, rivulets of water streaming off the dark, wet
mane and down her back.

   Foster reveled in the sight of the girl's heavy naked breasts rising up
and bouncing fluidly with her arm motions, water pouring over them and
flowing down, forming small twin waterfalls at the edge of her uplifted
bosom.  Ashley's eyes were closed, her face turned towards the water, as if
she could, by not seeing the man in the shower, forget his presence.  She
was, however, startled when she felt him turn her firmly towards the water
and felt his bulky body press against her back.  A pair of large hands,
slick with lemon-scented soap, grasped her big wet breasts firmly.  Wide
fingers closed on her full roundness forcefully, making the large globes
shift and slide, bulging from their grasp and escaping slickly wherever
Foster pressed his fingers down.  As he massaged and kneaded her breasts,
she felt his growing member press against her wet thighs and bottom, an
insistent poke which she knew she be forced to attend to.  She tried to
turn sideways to minimize the contact, but Parsons' corrected her posture
with a tug at her breast turning her so she felt his now fully erect,
smooth organ, slip between the cheeks of her wet bottom and nestle there.
His hands on her breasts were unable to get a good purchase as her slippery
bosom kept shifting out of his hands.  When tried to pinch her nipples
repeatedly they compressed for a moment in his fingers, but then slipped
out sideways.  He repeated this motion until the soap on his finger washed
off and her nipples were successfully trapped between his thumb and index
fingers.  He pulled repeatedly on one then the other, watching the water
change course as it cascaded over her stretched-out boobs.  She felt him
use his nails on her, scratching back and forth on the buds one at a time,
and as he knew she would in response to the strong stimulation, she churned
her hips, causing her full backside to rub back and forth over his penis.

   She heard him speak into her ear, his lips nuzzling the soft pink shell.
"You are due for some scrubbing, young lady, after your workout downstairs!
You certainly worked up a nice lather during the penetration of your bottom
and cunt.  You're getting a good start by scrubbing that lovely, full,
bottom against my cock, and we'll just add a bit of soap there.  Now,
continue to clean yourself off on me!" He pressed his nails harder into her
captive nipples, causing her soapy backside to squirm harder against him.
"We must also be sure to wash out your little holes thoroughly shan't we?
You were getting quite sticky downstairs.  Don't worry, dear, we'll get
deep into all of your womanly nooks and crannies and get you pink and clean
for later.  I dare say, you do possess a very drippy little pussy, don't
you Ashley?" One hand left her breast for a moment to demonstrate by
burying itself in the rear of her vagina for a moment, his fingertips
sliding shallowly in her still slick tunnel before returning to her breast
and resuming tugging and scratching its throbbing reddened tip.  "Truly,
though you do require a bit of effort at first as appropriate for a demure
young lady, and that flower between your legs needs to be forced open at
first, tight as it is, once your ample tits are played with, or you receive
a sound bit of spanking on your naughty bum, why your cunt just unfolds and
drips generously, which is just one reason you are such a satisfactory
sex-toy, Ashley!  Your moisture does get one a bit sticky and wet, still,
one makes some sacrifices to educate the young!"

   One hand still mauling her breast, the other collected soap from the
verbena bar at hand, and she felt it push between the cheeks of her bottom.
The hand spread the slickness between her bottom cheeks, back and forth,
fondling the crack of her push bottom intimately.  Back for more soap, and
then she felt a soapy finger push hard on her rear entrance, which opens
under the pressure, letting the finger roughly enter her.  She gasps at the
intrusion.  Foster chuckles, and comments, "Wonderful how an application of
a dildo on your bottom makes it amenable to opening up nice and easy, isn't
it, dear girl!  Now relax, yes, open that asshole up and lets just make
sure you're good and clean.  I think another bit of soap don't you?  Why
don't you bend right over and hold your bottom cheeks open so we can do
this properly?"

   Ashley obeys, bending and placed her hands on her bottom cheeks. 
Reluctantly, she pulls herself open.  Foster put one hand in front of her,
holding her by her pussy, two fingers outside her lips and his middle
finger resting enfolded by them.  Pushing her bottom back, he uses the soap
to lather her then teases her bottom hole with a fingertip, delicately
running around her sphincter, before pushing it firmly inside her once more
and pushing it in and out repeatedly.

   "Push back harder, bottom out!  Ah, yes, why you now are swallowing up
my finger to the knuckle!  Well, we can't go any deeper here but as you're
so eager why don't we try another finger as well." She feels another finger
push into her bottom.  It s tight, and she is thankful that she'd been
stretched open in preparation.  The fingers push in and out, transmitting a
sense of fullness in her bottom and lower belly.

   Foster shifted the grip of the hand not buried in Ashley's bottom,
moving it from the girl's genitals up and cupping a heavy, hanging breast.
He caressed it softly, running his palms over her swollen, ripe globe, then
brought his fingertips to the springy, rosy tip and ran them back and forth
repeatedly over it, bending and pressing the pointy protrusion.  The cheeks
of her bottom move with the stimulation, caressing the hand lodged between
them delightfully.  As usual, the tugging and squeezing at one sensitive
orb, then other, results in Ashley's hips thrusting and dancing, pulling
away then impaling herself rhythmically on the fingers in her bottom.  She
feels the man's hand spread itself to cup and squeeze her squirming nether
globes, riding her bottom hole while letting her bottom fill and push into
his palm.  By switching his attention between one breast and another he
finds he can control the cadence of movement of her hips and backside, a
entertains himself groping her upper and lower-body fullness until he
notices she is tiring and her whimpering quickens.

   "Stand up straight," instructed Foster, turning Ashley towards him as
she stood.  "Put those charming fingers to work on my cock as you've been
instructed, young lady!" Ashley released her bottom and felt her cheeks
mold themselves around the hand buried inside her, as if striving to
welcome the intruder's hand.  Without looking down, she reached down
towards Parsons' genitals and felt the long warm member bump into her
wrist. She placed a hand on it, and wrapped her fingers around its warm,
wet length.  The cock pulsed in her hand.

   "Need I remind you, young lady ..." giving Ashley's well mauled, damp
breast a loud, admonishing smack, "to use both hands to pleasure the penis?
I'm a sure your Uncle would not be pleased to hear that you're forgetting
your lessons, would he?  Use your other hand to stroke the tip!" She
brought her other hand around and placed it on the shaft then let it slide
up until it her fingers rested on the bulging bulbous top of his penis,
then ran her fingertips back and forth along it, feeling them glide in the
combined moisture of the shower and the slipperiness issuing from Parsons'
cock.

   A smart smack across her bottom cheek rang loud in the shower and
Parsons' chided her, "Don't just hold that hand still, girl, move it up and
down, slide the skin back and forth along the shaft!" Her other cheek
received another hot spank, the wet skin amplifying both the sound and the
sting.  She knew she would have to be diligent and apply the skills her
Uncle had taught her over the last several months.  Her fingertips applied
more pressure to the man's naked cockhead, and her other hand tightened and
slowly pumped his shaft, occasionally stopping to cup and lift his scrotum,
nestling it gently in her fingers and caressing his plump testicles, before
returning to masturbating his organ.

   His fingers slid out of her bottom, and she felt him turn her so she
faced him.  He brought both hands up onto her breasts, and leaned in
towards her, his entire body pressing against hers.  His face dipped and
she felt his lips brush against her ears and his tongue explore the springy
lobes, then kiss the juncture of her dark hair and her face.  All the while
his hands worked at her breasts, massaging and squeezing them.  Her own
hands never stopped their dutiful attention to his genitals, even when his
hands quit her bosom and encircled her, clasping her behind and pulling her
hard against himself, so his penis was trapped between her hands and the
softness of her lower belly.  "Open your legs Ashley.  Now rub the tip
between those soft cunt lips like a good girl.  Yes, that's right, use my
cockhead to push open that girlish slit!"

   She held his cock between the lips of her pussy, right on her clitoris,
and he pushed it back and forth, her hand keeping the contact hard and
intimate.  She meekly opened her lips to his slips and tongue and accepted
his eager kiss, while he used his purchase on her bottom to pull her close.

   "A great pity," he whispered, his mouth against hers, "that your Uncle
feels you're not quite yet ready for some intense fucking, titmouse, as my
cock would so enjoy being buried in your soft cunt!  Very unfortunate,
still, one does soldier on in the face of difficulties, doesn't one?  We
will just have to make due otherwise.  Now, of the opportunities that
present themselves, of which shall we avail ourselves?  Turn around and
place your hands out on the wall, please, darling girl.  How very tempting
it would be to bury the erection you have so dutifully produced deep
between your rounded cheeks.  You're craving having your bottom stretched
by more than a pair of fingers, aren't you titmouse?  Shall we push open up
your bottom hole and bury the hardness you're holding in it?  Imagine how
nicely your bubbly cheeks will nestle my balls!"

   He reached around and again hefted a full breast in each hand and pulled
himself into her back.  His penis slid up the groove of her bottom.  He
used his grip on her boobs to rock her body back and forth, the soft skin
of her ass rubbing against his twitching penis.  He moved his hips,
bringing the wide tip of his cock into contact with her rear opening and
pushed experimentally.  At the first pressure, Ashley sensed how painful
being penetrated by the wide head would be.  She had just one hope, and
respectfully said, "Sir ...  you said you wanted to see how well I could
lick and suck.  I would be very pleased if you would let me suck you."

   "Ah," he responded, watching his own penis slide across her full cheeks,
then poke and indent the quivering globe, just as his fingers were sinking
into her large breasts.  "You'd prefer to suck, would you?  I think that
would be acceptable as an alternative for now.  Why yes, I think I can be
persuaded to give you something to drink down!"

   Quickly, before he could perhaps change his mind, Ashley turned and
placed her hands on his penis, one on the shaft and one cradling his
scrotum.  She let herself sink to her knees, the gleaming teak wood
flooring gentler on her knees than she'd expected.  The man's erection
hovered just above her face so she raised herself a bit higher on her
haunches.  Pointing the penis high with one hand she brought her face close
and began kissing the shaft just at the base where it met his testicles. 
Her hand slid up to the tip and rubbed just that sensitive area as she used
her tongue to lick from the very base, slowly up to the tip, not yet
contacting the head with her mouth.

   Parsons' leaned back contentedly, letting the water cascade over his
front and wash over the girl.  He oriented himself to direct the stream
onto her chest and body and avoid her face.  He did not want to distract
her from diligently servicing him by being unable to breathe easily!  His
cock thrilled to the velvety touch as he watched her repeatedly use her
broadened and flattened tongue to lick slowly up his member, starting at
his testicles where the point of her tongue outlined each swollen bulk,
then onto the hard shaft, coursing up to where the wide cockhead mushroomed
purple and throbbing.

   Ashley felt the man's thighs tremble as she worked to build up his
pleasure.  If she didn't please him, she thought, he would still want to
penetrate her painfully.  When she sensed him pushing back towards her, she
began another slow lick, placing her lips against his scrotum and letting
her tongue wash back and forth, then slide up his long shaft.  This time
though she let her tongue slowly cross the ridge below his cockhead, using
the tip of her tongue to flick at the sensitive underside of the swollen
plum at its end.

   Parsons' jaw clenched with the intense pleasure his cock was receiving.
He said, "Very good, young lady.  I think it is time to show me your
"kitten licks.""

   Ashley obeyed.  She brought her hand to his shaft, and encircled it. 
She pumped it up and down repeatedly, slowly, squeezing firmly and bringing
up pearls of pre-cum from the tip.  She was tempted to let the water wash
them away, but knew her duty was to collect them on her tongue.  The very
tip of her tongue dipped into the sticky bubble and licked it away.  The
flat of her tongue washed his cockhead clean, only so several more pumps on
his shaft extracted more clear accumulations, which she in turn drank.

   After enjoying Ashley's expert "kitten licks" as long as he could, he
ordered her, "What was that other charming locution you used for the other
cock-sucking skill you've been practicing, Ashley?  Oh, yes, why don't you
show me your abilities with hold and suckle"?  He watched her glance up at
him in tremulous obedience, and encouraged her, "open that charming mouth
girl and warm my cock with your tongue!" Ashley poised her mouth above the
tip, wet with the latest secretions from her pumping hand, and engulfed it
with her mouth, closing her lips around the tip.  As she'd been taught, she
applied a light, pulsing, suction to the bulb, while running her tongue up
and down it.  She alternated that movement with a circular swirl in which
her tongue ran all around the cockhead, always paying particular attention
to the especially sensitive skin attached to the lower cleft in the
cockhead, which she has learned was called the frenulum.

   As she licked she produced plentiful saliva, and was careful to let it
accumulate in her mouth and provide a warm, slick medium to lubricate the
man's cockhead.  Her juices and his collected and filled her mouth filled
with the viscous mix, and she was obliged to swallow a bit occasionally as
it was leaking out of her mouth and running down his shaft.

   Parsons' reached down and cupped her breast, squeezing and mauling it,
in time to the girl's licking motions.  His grip tightened.  Her breast
ached and she opened her mouth in a little gasp, causing a rush of warm
saliva to run from her mouth down the man's cock.  "I see it is not only
your little pussy that drips nicely, titmouse.  Your mouth is giving my
cock a veritable bath, I do believe I could get used to foregoing a shower
of an evening and having you attend to cleaning my penis with your mouth!
Open wide, pet," he said, caressing her nipple, "continue suckling!"

   Foster could barely contain himself.  He let her continue her teasing
attentions until his member was bucking with arousal and he could endure no
longer.  He ordered her, "Now Ashley, you have found that a girl's delicate
oral ministrations are excellent for producing copious materials for the
emissions to follow.  But sometimes it is necessary to apply strong, deep
stimulation to force them out explosively!  I will now teach you what we
shall call mouth fucking for obvious reasons.  You will engulf the tip of
my penis with your lips.  Yes.  Now slide down my cock all the way until
you feel the tip lodged in your throat.  No matter if you gag!  Open wide!"

   Ashley had already been made to practice deep throating and was able to
bring her lips almost to the base of the man's penis with only a slight
occasional gag as the wide tip settled deep in her mouth.  Parsons' bent
down over the girl and reached under her arm to clamp a hand on her breast,
squeeze hard and pull her close.  His fingers captured her big, hard nipple
and pulled on it.  His member lodged deep in her mouth, he ignored the
girl's grunts as he thrust his hips, pushing his cock deep into her throat.
His tempo increased so he was bucking hard into her mouth, his penis
scraping over her depressed tongue.  His fingers pulled on her nipple
rhythmically in time with the deep thrusts of his penis into her meekly
receptive mouth.

   "Just as you will soon experience the sensation of having your pussy
fucked hard, little one, your mouth needs to learn to yield to being
well-fucked ...  until ...  you are rewarded with your drink.  Now, Ashley,
swallow nicely!"

   Ashley felt jets of hot emissions explode into her throat.  She had no
choice; the spurts went down without her even swallowing.  The jerking
penis emitted one glutinous mouthful after another, until she could not
avoid some leaking from her stretched lips even though she swallowed
repeatedly.  Even after it quieted, she was held close so she could not
disengage her mouth from his penis, feeling its hardness soften in her
sticky mouth.

   She knew her duty had not ended, and she let water run into her mouth
from the shower and swirled it around the penis, careful not to touch the
cockhead only delicately as she cleaned it.  Foster was delighted in the
degree of expertise the young girl showed in being aware that the cock
would now be extremely sensitive and she must not disturb the exquisite
sensations just beginning to dissipate with a strong touch.

   He pulled her up to her feet and told her, "Very well done, young lady.
I will attest to your Uncle that you have been practicing assiduously your
skills.  Now please take the soap and wash me and we will prepare for the
rest of the evening."

   He closed his eyes and let the water run over his face as he felt the
girl use the bar of soap to lather him up, washing him diligently.

   After he was done, he turned towards the tap and closed it, then stepped
out of the shower.  He handed a large towel to girl and she followed his
indication and toweled him dry, her own body dripping wet and shivering
from the cool air.  He took a towel and wrapped it around her.  Bit by bit,
he delighted in scrubbing the girl's body with the towel, paying special
attention to her buttocks and the slick slit between her legs, roughly
passing the towel over her rump and her pouting genital bulge, then running
his hands over repeatedly over the areas, ensuring they were dry and
returning to them several times diligently.  Similarly, he used the towel
on her breasts, scrubbing each one quickly, making her boobs and bottom
shake fluidly until her skin grew pink from the friction.

   Parsons' quickly dried himself while observing the girl, who meekly
stood still enduring his amused gaze.  "We do feel much better now, don't
we Ashley, you and I, after a good washing down?  All fresh and clean, eh?
And positively glowing after having you bits scrubbed and then being put
through your sucking exercises!  As for me, why I feel positively ready for
the rest of the evening, after your marvelous help in releasing the fluids
you caused to build up.  It does take a bit out of a chap, all the
stripping, and fondling and opening up required to properly exercise a
girl! But that's now water under the bridge.  Or shall we say sperm down
the throat, eh?"

   The man's description of what she'd been forced to do to him deepened
Ashley's humiliation, and she gazed downwards in embarrassment, bringing a
smile to the man who stood watching her naked and flushed, deep pink towel
marks splotching her ample breasts and rounded bottom.

   "Now, back to the bedroom double time, young lady.  I'm sure your uncle
is impatient to continue with our evenings entertainment!"

   The naked girl turned away from him and made her way to her bedroom, and
Foster followed, encouraging her to hasten her pace with a pair of
friendly, light smacks across her warm, pink bottom.

   Her Uncle had clearly been in the room while she'd been in the shower
with Foster.  She shuddered, knowing he would have clearly heard the man's
taunting instructions to suck, and the accompanying sounds of her bottom
smacking.  On the bed was a light pink, soft stretchy garment.  She picked
it up.  It was a one-piece, with shorts and a short-sleeved button-closure
top.  By the bed she saw a pair of flat white sandals with a wide leather
strap across the toes and another that closed around the ankle.  It had a
low heel, really just a bit to lift and tilt the body forward.

   "Ah, how appropriate!" said Foster, his hand reaching out and touching
the garment Ashley was holding, "a playsuit.  Just the thing for easy
on-and-off, and for situations where a girl might get herself dirty!  An
excellent idea.  Go ahead, dear, get dressed.  Oh, my, no, no need to wear
underwear with that.  If your Uncle had wanted you to wear anything under
the garment he would have laid it out.  Besides, I do think the outfit will
be tight enough that it would not be comfortable over underthings!"

   As Ashley stepped into the shorts, and pulled the shirt up, placing her
arms in the sleeves which really only covered her shoulders, she knew that
Foster was right.  The little playsuit was very tight on her, and a bra or
panties would not have been comfortable and would have cause unsightly
bulges, though she felt distinctly uncomfortable without the minimal
protection these undergarments would have provided her.  As she buttoned
the front with difficulty she felt how tight it was around her bosom, the
cloth stretched and straining at the buttons.

   Foster observed the girl quickly dressing.  The playsuit was marvelously
snug, the short pants compressing her buttocks visibly and the top doing
the same to her breasts, which tested the three buttons keeping the top
closed, straining the eyelets so they stretched open precariously.  The
material stretched tight across her bosom snugly molded her twin mounds
showing off the nubs of her nipples at the end of the tight seam around the
bodice.  The arm openings of the piece were, in contrast, cut loose, and
the creamy sides of Ashley's large breasts showed teasingly from them.

   Ashley sat on the bed and put her sandals on, fussing with the little
buckle slowly to delay what would come next.  Foster took her arm and
pulled her up.  "Very good, my girl, now lets make our way downstairs,
shall we?"



   Chapter 11, Part II.

   Edwards sat on an overstuffed armchair, sipping from a heavy, cut-glass
tumbler, the fiery Scotch mellowed by the drops of water he'd added.  He
rolled the smoky, thick fluid in his mouth and savored the moment.  He
heard the reluctant, shy patter of the girl's steps as she descended the
stairs.  The sound of a muffled smack was followed quickly by a high,
girlish yelp, and the rhythm of the steps quickened.  He smiled.  Foster
had evidently decided that merely stimulating Ashley's breasts provided
insufficient entertainment and was not sparing Ashley's bottom.  Good, he
thought.  As entertaining as it was playing with the girl as they'd been,
he was eager to punish the young thing.  He missed the girlish squeals and
whimpers a sound spanking elicited from her.  He would remedy that shortly!

   Ashley knocked politely and entered the room, eyes downcast, moving
slowly.  The suit's tightness made her uncomfortable, all the bits it held
tightly seemed to push out and want to escape each time she moved.

   Foster followed the girl into the room, smiling.  He crossed over to the
bar and occupied himself with pouring a dram of the Scotch.  Ashley stood
uncertainly in the center of the room, her hands clasping and unclasping
before her, not knowing where to put herself.  Edwards observed the girl
delightedly, enjoying the sight of her ample curve squeezed into the brief,
stretchy, pink playsuit.  The high-cut shorts exposed the long expanse of
her trim bare legs.

   Foster exclaimed, "Ah, my dear host.  You were so right that a shower
was in order!  I am marvelously refreshed.  Your naughty niece here was
quite the obedient little cock pleaser" he chuckled, "She sucked
splendidly. Didn't you, little one?  Yes, quite a talent she has. 
Evidently, our studious young tart has benefited from your instructions and
all the practice you've given her?  Though I daresay she has an innate
talent for pleasuring men."

   "Ah, yes, she has..." chortled Edwards amusedly, "she is made to
practice at least every other day, certainly, and this helps I'm sure.  She
has become quite used to her mouth riding the penis, and has a delightful
way of tonguing while sucking that I hope she showed you?"

   "Most pleasurably, yes.  She eagerly elicited a copious helping of sperm
to swallow, and drank it down greedily!  Her tongue was well rewarded for
its efforts.

   "And I for one feel quite refreshed, and ready to undertake the second
part of the evening's educational program!"

   Ashley hung back, red-faced at the men's ribald comments on the ordeal
she'd just undergone.  As if she'd wanted to have to orally pleasure her
Uncle's friend!  Unconsciously, she rolled her shoulders forward as she
stood, attempting to decrease the forward thrust of her tightly encase
breasts.  The stretchy fabric, however, molded closely to her, and
conformed to them closely despite when her attempts to diminish their
swollen appearance.

   "Come over here, right between us, Ashley.  Why don't you turn slowly
for us and model your outfit?  That's it...  just a bit slower.  I think
pink is a good color for you, titmouse, isn't it?  This does suit you.  But
now that you're all dressed up and casually, perhaps we ought to go out? 
Shall we do that Ashley?  Nip down to the local and say hello to the usual
customers?"

   Ashley gasped in horror.  The thought of being made to parade herself in
front of even more men!  They couldn't mean it...  they wouldn't!  She
responded shyly, "Uncle, no, please!...  I mean, this isn't really
appropriate for going out."

   "Why ever not, Ashley?  We'd only encounter workingmen and I'm sure they
will forgive your being dressed informally.  You would have been
overdressed for sure in the lovely dress in which you started this
afternoon, but your current attire seems altogether suitable for the
company we'd find at the pub?"

   Ashley pleaded desperately, whining pitifully, "But Sir, it's too tight!
I can barely move without it sliding off me!"

   Foster responded thoughtfully, "You know, Edwards, the girl has a point.
The playsuit, fun and pretty as it is, does fit her a bit snugly.  Her
bosom strains to pop out, and Ashley's darling bottom does peek
substantially from the pants, not to mention shall we say the fidelity with
which her little slit is delineated in the front by the tight material.  I
mean this is all very well among ourselves, but I do think it might be a
bit risque for the public."

   Edwards seemed to consider this for a moment, "Ashley, my own opinion is
that your little playsuit is quite flattering.  After all, your charming
femininity is nothing to be ashamed of, but I can see that you might feel
it somewhat unrefined.  Is that so?"

   Ashley's breath quickened and she jumped at the opening her Uncle
provided her.  She wanted at all costs to avoid having to go out wearing
the skintight playsuit!

   "Yes, Uncle, it is very tight and you have taught me yourself that a
young lady needs to dress decorously!"

   "Yes," muttered Edwards, "though for our educational purposes we
sometimes do need to indulge your usual sluttish penchant for being
unclad,. But you have been quite obedient tonight.  I have an idea!"

   Ashley's Uncle stood and went to a sideboard where he opened a drawer,
from which he extracted a pair of scissors.  "Perhaps we can see what kinds
of modifications Foster and I can effect which may make your playsuit less
uncomfortable?

   "Foster, you and I can take turns making alterations using these shears.
Ashley let's have you bring over a footstool and stand on it."

   The men circled her looking pensively.  Edwards held the shears and
debated himself audibly; "The first obvious issue is that the playsuit
bodice is really intended for a girl less endowed than you are Ashley, so
it does strain to contain your heavy tits.  Perhaps snipping the top
button..." Edwards brought the shears together, slicing off and sending
flying the uppermost button on her top.  It sprang open, revealing her
decolletage, the tops of her breasts pushed closely against one another. 
The girl jumped in alarm, sending a liquid tremor through the closely
watched globes.

   Foster, watched intently, craning his head to look down at her breasts
from above.  "Hmm, yes, well that did release some of the strain Ashley's
heavy tits put on her poor top; they're less bunched together and hang more
naturally.  Certainly a small improvement."

   He took the shears from Edwards and with steady pressure forced the tip
through the material low at the center of her waist.  "Now perhaps we can
release some of the stress below her bosom, by removing the material below
her breasts..." He snipped a careful line up the center of her belly, the
metal edge scraping the skin of her lower belly, up past her belly button,
stopping just below her bosom, where he veered sideways cutting the
material away, circling closely below the swell of each breast, then across
her back to the center.  As he completed the mirror alteration in the other
direction, the material sprang up, released from the outfit's bottoms. 
Holding the flap, he cut it free, circling just above her waist, and the
swatch fell to the floor.

   Ashley's bared belly heaved with frightened panting.  The material's
stretchiness ensured that even though the suit was now cut into two parts
it stayed on her, though its grip was precarious.  Parsons' hand grazed the
softness of her belly, stroking upwards, his fingertips brushing the now
exposed bottom arch of one of Ashley's boobs, where it peeked out just
below the material.  The cloth pressed against her bosom, the rough-cut
edge indenting the flesh of each breast just above its lower curve.

   Edwards smiled, "Bravo, Foster!  You are a veritable couturier!  You've
transformed our girl's playsuit into a two-piece.  With the briefness of
her top, however, I think...", he murmured, taking the shears from the
other man, "we need to make the bottoms match!"

   He circled behind the girl, and she felt his fingers take hold of the
lower hem of her shorts at the rear of her thighs.  She felt the cold metal
slide into her pant leg just between her thighs and heard the scrunch of
the scissors as she felt the seat of the outfit being cut away.

   Edwards carefully guided the implement up the girl's thigh, making an
incursion between her bottom cheeks, cutting out a large swath and baring
fully the lower half of her prominent, round bottom-cheek.  He continued
the alteration in the front, cutting away, for now, only a portion covering
the girl's leg, but leaving the soft swelling V fully covered.

   He repeated the procedure to bare the twin cheek, handling each naked
bulb freely.  When he finished, Foster also stroked the bared cheeks
familiarly, enjoying their velvety, springy, softness.

   "And now," intoned Edwards, "that our playsuit has been improved, we
must test it with some actual play, don't you think, Ashley?  Please stand
up.  Put both arms up in the air, stretch upwards!"

   Ashley obeyed, feeling her top creep up, its lower hem rising to expose
the full, bottom curve of her large breasts.  The men made pensive sounds,
and their fingertips reached out to prod and stroke the exposed swellings.
The men's fingers indented the full flesh, which cradled them
accommodatingly.  Edwards commanded, "Bend down!  Touch your toes!"

   She bent at the waist, reaching her outstretched arms towards her feet.
The modified shorts cut in between her nether cheeks, which themselves came
under scrutiny as the men placed a palm on each prominent, bare,
half-cheek, cradling the full, pliant hemispheres, palms squeezing the
delicious, accommodating, plush flesh.

   "Push down, girl!  Keep your legs straight and touch your toes!  Push
your bottom well, pussy back!" She bent deeper, her regular exercise
regimen having increased her flexibility, to touch the toes peeking from
her sandals with only a bit of strain to her legs, resulting in stretching
and firming of the smooth muscles at the rear of her thighs and the
widening and tightening of her bottom cheeks.  One of the men's hand on her
rear made an incursion to her inner thigh, caressing her intimate lips over
the ragged-cut material of the short's gusset.  She felt the light caress
deep in her core, as the fingers played with the soft, thin fabric covering
her sensitive labia.

   "This bit here," intoned her Uncle, his fingers now pinching down on the
fabric enclosed pussy lips, "needs cleaning up.  Foster, perhaps you could
make a few snips and release some of the tightness around our your charge's
puffy bits?"

   Ashley trembled as she felt the cold, hard, sharp tines placed on the
inside of one bottom cheek and then scrunch their way down between her
legs. Another set of fingers rudely pushed between her moist naked pussy
and the fabric between her legs, holding it away from her body to snip
down, trimming away all but a thin strip of cloth which, when released,
quickly sank between her lips, baring the swollen morsels.  The other side
of the cloth between her legs was also trimmed away, and Ashley was left
with a tight strip of cloth biting into the split peach of her swollen
pudendum.

   The men watched the girl as she followed their instructions, repeatedly
standing tall, craning up on her toes and raising her arms, then bending
down deeply to touch her toes.  Her shorts became tighter as they rode up
her bottom, sinking deeper into the deep cleft of her rear.  The inferior
half-circles of her breasts worked their way free of her butchered top,
jiggling as she dipped and rose.

   "It would seem," muses Foster, our creative efforts regarding your young
charges' clothing serve well to let her natural ripeness assert itself! 
Observe, Ashley, how your own body works to get around the strictures
imposed by your clothing as you move.  Your breasts push out of the
confines of their top with every pendulous swinging motion.  I do believe I
just saw a flash of ruddy nipple peek out.  Keep moving!" He leisurely
moved around her towards her back.  "And, yes, your bottom cheeks assert
themselves, enfolding the cloth of your shorts.  Now stay down!" He pushes
on her head forcing her rear to protrude further.  "And there, your full
vaginal pouch has fully bared itself, and straddles the gusset of your
shorts which are shamefully wet and sticky again.  Perhaps we should just
sever that as well?"

   Foster inserts the scissors below Ashley's ass cheeks and cuts the slim
line of cloth there.  Her shorts, transformed into a slim skirt, spring
open between her legs.  No longer secured below her, the cloth slides up to
rest below the twin-dimpled center of her lower back, exposing much of her
bottom, with the dangling strip hanging raggedly.  This tail is cut away by
Foster, who takes the occasion to also remove a hank of the material above
it, so the girl's bottom cheeks are totally denuded save for their
uppermost crests.

   She is ordered her to stand tall and perform jumping jacks, her bosom
bouncing fluidly, the naked lower swelling of her breasts jogging heavily
as she moves.

   Soon a slight sheen of perspiration appeared on her breasts and her
nipples stand out prominently catching the lower edge of the damp cloth of
the bodice.

   Foster stepped up to the girl, scissors in hand, and commented, "Your
top is creeping up in a most unseemly fashion, young lady!  I suspect that
we've compromised its ability to hug those admirable breasts effectively,
but I have an idea!" He pulled the top down by its lower hem on one side,
and grabbed Ashley's nipple pulling her breast firmly.  Piercing the cloth
just above her nipple with the point of the instrument, he snipped a large
circle into the top, finally tucking the lower strip under her breast,
gripping the bare reddened nipple, and pulling the fat, naked, globe fully
through the round hole.

   "Much better!" he intoned, giving the exposed, prominent breast a little
slap from the side and watching it jiggle.

   Her Uncle then made the same modification, baring her other breast,
plumping and groping it after pulling it through the twin opening.  "Up" he
commanded.  Ashley raised her arms and stood on her toes.  Edwards caressed
the raised, outthrust bosoms, letting his palm trace their heavy contours,
then pinching her nipples.

   "Charming!" intones Edwards, picking up his ever-present Leica and
snapping pictures of the exposed girl, coming in close to record the lovely
juxtaposition of smooth, pink, naked skin with the raggedly cut cloth
draping over it.  Torn material rests next to and decorates a tight, large
nipple.  An ineffective, hiked-up swatch of the front of what was her
bottoms slashes diagonally across her lower belly, her bulging pubis and
its neat slit bare below it.

   "Hold your arms out to your sides, Ashley!  You seem to have lost all
the covering your clothing provided!  Not much point in keeping these
ragged pieces of fabric, is there, Foster?"

   Ashley watches the man walk up to her.  He makes judicious cuts in the
remaining garment, a snip on each side of the halter below her arms, then
above her shoulders severing the narrow bands there.  With the second cut,
the top drifts slowly down off her.  Though her breasts were already
exposed, she feels their nakedness acutely as the last strips of cloth are
removed.  The brief skirt-like band around her waist falls with a single
bite of the scissors at one hip and she is bottomless as well!

   "I think now we could all use a moment to compose ourselves after these
efforts, Foster?  Let's refresh our whiskeys and, as Ashley is once again
in her seemingly natural state of lacking clothes, we can enjoy the view
for a moment?  Hands behind your head Ashley!"

   The men, amused and pleased, move to the sideboard and refill their
glasses.  Chatting amusedly they sit and observe Ashley's nakedness,
occasionally indicating with motions of their hands that she should turn
around to take in the view from the rear.

   "Now, titmouse.  As charming as having fully naked is, I think we can
add to the effect just a little.  Please cup your breasts from below. 
Raise them up.  Such full morsels, eh?  Do you see what I have here,
Ashley? This leash ends in a short section of chain with two ends.  Observe
the fastenings at each end.  These clamps are adjustable.  I'm sure you can
guess where they go, can't you?  Yes, I think you can from the way those
large eyes are widening!  They attach to the pink, tender, nipples on those
big breasts you're so helpfully presenting.  I shall just bridle you up
like an obedient young mare.  These leather fringed nipple clamps, dear
girl, are quite ingenious.  They can, if applied directly to a nipple cause
a good pinch, but can also be applied to the base of a nipple, capturing
the flesh there firmly while causing only a constant dull grip to be felt.
As you are being such a good girl tonight, I shall fasten them below your
nipples to keep you nice and snugly attached without causing undue
discomfort unless we decide to pull on them now and again."

   Foster took one of Ashley's nipples in his fingers and pulled roughly
outward causing Ashley's breast to stretch and the tip to become conical.
Closing one wide-jawed clamp on the nipple, he captured the flesh just
below her large areola, then turned a small knurled knob on the clamp
making the jaws close and squeezing the base of the nipple.  The captive
bud lengthened and extend.  He scraped his fingertip experimentally over
the very end of the trapped pink bud, then licked his fingers grabbed her
other nipple, and clamped it too between the leather-cushioned jaws of the
other end of the leash.  Once both breasts were secured in the nipple
clamps, he had Ashley drop her hands from where they had supported her
breasts.  The short section of chain holding the clamps dangled prettily in
a slight arc between the bound breasts.

   The leash itself was short.  Had he released it would have settled at
the lower swell of her belly above her sex, but Foster held it and began
walking towards the sideboard.  As soon as he moved, the leash tightened
and Ashley's breasts pulled her forwards so she was forced to follow
closely behind the man.  "Please be so good as to prepare me a few
refreshments for us, titmouse," he ordered.

   Ashley stopped and her breasts, stretched forward from being led by
them, settled on her chest.  The strange discomfort from the clamps on her
nipples distracted her and she had some difficulty cutting the cheese
evenly.  Stinging, filaments of sensation seemed to course between her tit
tips whenever Foster distractedly shifted the leash sideways or up and
down, causing the captive breasts to bounce and shift as the chain between
them clinked.

   With difficulty, she finished preparing the plate of hors d'oeuvres. 
Foster then had her lift the plate and pulling on the breast-bridle walked
her over to a low table Edwards had placed midway between two chaises.

   "Put the plate down, Ashley, and kneel behind it.  Sit back on your
haunches, young lady."

   Foster and Edwards sat in the chairs at either side of the girl.  Knees
pressed together, feet tucked beneath her legs, Ashley sat straight-backed,
her naked chest outthrust, the chain trailing between her prominent,
proudly jutting breasts.  Her hands rested demurely on her thighs.  The men
examined her, their gaze coursing over the breast tips squeezed into the
clamps.  The natural swell of the base of her breasts was compressed by the
clamps, then swelled again just below her areola, forming a smaller
hourglass bulge from which her distended, swollen nipples, popped even
further than their normal, already exceptional, protuberance.

   Edwards reached towards her.  Ashley saw another length of chain in his
hand, which he attached to the center of the bridle, where the two shorter
lengths attached to her breasts joined.  Each of the men now held a leash
connected to her breasts.

   Edwards instructed her, "I think I'd like to try one of those cheese
sticks, Ashley, please." She took it up and held it out to him, but instead
of taking it from her, Edwards pulled on the leash in his hand, immediately
stretching both high breasts in his direction.  Ashley was obliged to
shuffle forwards on her knees.  He kept pulling until she was right up
against his leg, using the chain to hike her breasts up to rest on his
thigh.  He took the cheese stick from her and with his free hand, took a
bite.  When he'd eaten it, he put his palm on her head, and stroked her
soft, straight mane.



   "Put your head down, titmouse, lay it on my lap." She obeyed, closing
her eyes, and inhaling the tweedy scent of his trousers.  He continued
stroking her hair, then, using the leash, pulled steadily so Ashley was
forced to come up onto her knees.  He continued pulling, and the girl could
only follow her stretched-out breasts up and over so she found herself
draped over Edwards' lap, his hand pulling the leash down now so her
breasts pointed towards the floor.  Her bare bottom lay over his lap and
she felt his hand come up and cup one of her naked cheeks.

   The hand holding the leash moved from side to side, pulling her fat
globes with it, making her breasts sway pendulously.  She felt the
heaviness of their motion and the dull squeezing at her nipples.  Edwards
laid his other hand between her thighs and forced her legs apart
insistently.  Her nether last exposed framed by her full soft thighs.  His
hand settled on the glistening slit between them, caressing the soft flesh
back and forth.

   Idly, with taunting slowness and familiarity, Edwards traced the crease
of her labia.  At first just his fingertips explored the edges of her
intimate lips, but then he pushed deeper, introducing his fingers between
the lips, running through the soft, dry furrow.  After just moments of
this, his fingers began to slide more easily as the girl's vagina
responded, secreting its sweet slickness.  Edwards continued the motion,
his finger raking backwards and forwards through the girl's genital groove,
now traveling further on each pass so towards her front the tip of his
finger contacted Ashley's bare clitoris, before reversing course and at the
rear of her vagina pushing in just a bit, her warmth enveloping his
fingertip, then pulling backwards to tug back on her pliant vulva.  He
pulled the short chain in his other hand back and forth in time to the
rhythmic stimulation of her genitals, making Ashley's breasts swing heavily
below her chest.

   Her nipples were full to bursting.  The stimulation of her breasts as
they rocked below her torso, tips throbbing and swollen and the sweet slick
shots of pleasure coursing through her each time her clitoris was touched
along with the tugging at the back edge of her slit forced her sex to gap
open.

   "Evidently, Ashley, you are enjoying this!" commented Edwards.  "Ah,
well, as you did clamber on my lap and have conveniently positioned your
bouncy backside so charmingly on my lap, I dare say you're suggesting that
we involve it a bit more in the action, are you?  It is
uncharacteristically pale and unblemished.  Far from the more accustomed,
well-spanked appearance you like to sport?  Is that it?"

   After a quick flick at the small throbbing bud of her clitoris bared
temptingly by the stretching of her genital opening, Edward's palm shifted
to caress and pet each quiescent, full bottom cheek in turn, gliding over
the soft, smooth skin, letting the rounded hemispheres fill the palm of his
hand.  The skin was cool, for now, but he intended to warm it up until it
shone pink and hot to the touch.

   "What do you think, Foster?" Edwards inquired of the other man, whose
complicit smile left no doubt regarding his answer.  "Evidently, Ashley
requires that our little behavioral session extend itself further from just
attending to her admirable breasts, as we'd intended.  She is quite
unaccustomed to not having her bottom spanked on such occasions, you see."

   Foster, harrumphed, and muttered, "Ah, yes, well.  I see no harm in
providing additional stimulation, if that's what the young thing requires,
no?  Perhaps though we ought to ensure the heat of her bottom is not
totally disassociated from sensation in her chest?  For purely educational
purposes, I'd say?"

   "Capital idea, Doctor.  Ashley, if you'll be so kind as to hike yourself
forward further over my knee," Edwards pulled Ashley's breast-leash and the
girl could not avoid pushing with her feet and climbing higher on the man's
lap, "this way your top half will dangle free where the good Doctor can
reach over and attend to your breasts for you!  Just so, arms back... 
under your body.  In fact cup your hands and place them under your thighs.
Not on your pussy, dear girl, we will require access to that part of your
anatomy!  Hold the front of your thighs and spread your legs." She obeyed,
squirming to lift her hips and put her palms on the front of her thighs. 
This position arched her back and elevated her rear up towards her Uncle,
while simultaneously thrusting her breasts forward.  Foster, sitting in
chair near her head, tightened his end of the breast-chain and leaned
forwards.

   Edwards continued casually caressing the lovely, feminine, naked globes
draped over his lap, stroking the high-curved cheeks, and tracing out the
arches of Ashley's upper-thighs with his palms.  He observed Parsons' hands
reach below the hanging breasts and brush the girl's reddened tit-tips
gently, letting the hardened nipples drag slowly over his open palms.

   "Once again, Ashley, I would like you to pay attention to the sensation
in those womanly globes hanging charmingly in my hands," explained Foster,
his palms cupping the proffered breasts and lifting softly, as if to gauge
their weight, "Attend to the myriad feelings the convey to you, from that
of a gentle but insistent brushing against the lower curves of your fat
boobs, to the concentrated prickling of a fingernail scraping your
sensitive nipple."

   Ashley's trembling bottom conveyed directly to Edwards hand the
intensity with which Ashley was feeling Foster' attentions as he toyed with
her breasts.  The Doctor continued, "Push those darling tits out, Ashley!
These soft touches, such as that of my fingertips encircling the tips of
your nipples softly and rubbing them back and forth," Ashley's bottom
contracted as she felt her nipples softly twirled, "are best appreciated in
contrast to a rougher touch, such as when I grasp those pliant nubbins and
press down harder, like so, giving them each one a long...  slow...  pull.
Observe how delightfully they elongate and stretch, and the lovely bright
red hue that suffuses them?"

   Ashley did indeed see!  Both breasts hung passively, compressed by the
metal clamps into hourglass swellings of pale fullness, stretched by firm
fingers gripping each elongated, reddened, nipple bud as the fingers yanked
rhythmically on first one tense morsel, then the other, then, slowly,
pulling even harder, on both together.  The stinging focused at the very
edge of her body; twin hot sparks pulling a sharp cord of sensation from
the very tips of her breasts, through the pit of her stomach, finally
tugging on her moist clitoris, which throbbed in time with each pull.

   Edwards petted the bottom in his palm as it clenched and relaxed
repeatedly, letting his hand wander over the shivering, smooth, globes as
they pushed into and filled his palm.  Cupping one cheek and squeezing, he
felt deep contractions in the girl's rear, the sides of her buttocks
dimpling as her muscles clenched, then spreading and softening, only to
bunch and tighten again.  He stroked the hemispheres softly, relishing the
spams marking the time signature to which Foster roughly milked the girl's
pliant boobs.

   "I say, Foster, if you'll be so good as to just pull steadily for a
moment on young Ashley's nipples, I think we might involve her eager bottom
in our lesson?  Your squirming has earned you a good long spanking, girl!
Grip those thighs and raise your backside!"

   Ashley's breasts were pinched and pulled drawing her forwards and she
could not prevent her backside from rounding and inviting the hand she knew
would soon smack it soundly.

   Which was precisely what occurred next, as Edwards swung his hand up and
back and delivered a strong crisp spank across Ashley's temptingly helpless
bottom, his hand spanning the lower arc of both bottom cheeks, which
responded by compressing at the point where his palm connected, swelling
sideways, then bouncing fluidly upward.  The girl gave a little shriek,
only to have her breasts pulled sharply by Foster in reprimand.

   Edwards spanked the lower curve of Ashley's bottom again and again,
letting his palm cover the central potion of both cheeks, rapidly smacking
the lower juncture where her cheeks met just above the rear pout of her
squirming pussy.  Ashley felt her bottom jiggle and bounce as the quick,
hard spanks fell, the sound of hand on flesh punctuating the girl's mewling
and sniffles.

   "That is a proper blush for a disobedient young thing," chided Edwards,
his hand continuing to rise and fall, "and while we will properly redden
the inner curves of your bouncing bottom, we will leave the white and
unmarked the wider expanse of each globe to be dealt with subsequently!"

   Edwards twisted his hand so his fingers pointed downwards, swinging his
arm in a vertical sweep so his palm connected at the juncture of the girl's
bottom cheeks, watching them bounce and separate on each smack, spreading
open so his hand nestled between the hillocks to raise a glowing pink hue.
Each time his palm connected with the inner curves of her smarting,
bouncing, buttocks, the cheeks compressed, a wave of motion rippling up the
length of her bottom, opening a gap at the lowest juncture as if to invite
the punishing hand to nestle between the cheeks of her backside or into her
vagina.

   Edwards arced his arm so his hand smacked the inner curve of one cheek,
pushing it open, then, twisting his hand, struck her other cheek. 
Alternating quickly back and forth, he set up a rapid cadence of smacks,
matched by Foster pulling firmly on one then the other nipple.  Each spank
caused the corresponding pussy lip to stretch and open, allowing a glimpse
of her genital opening.  Ashley's entire body twisted in response, shifting
side to side in time to the rapid spanking and pinching she was enduring.

   One of her Uncle's hands spanned the upper arches of her bottom cheeks,
pushing down and forcing Ashley's pink bottom to clench, pushing the cheeks
together.  This made a smaller, concentrated target for her Uncle's wide
palm, which slapped crisply across the lower thrust of both bubble-shaped
mounds at once.

   "I dare say," muttered Foster, fingers still pulling and pinching the
girl's well-handled nipples, "our titmouse's bottom does wiggle pleasantly
when both cheeks are spanked simultaneously.  I see you are getting your
point across clearly, Edwards, as each bounce is now being accompanied by a
pleasant whimper from our appreciative charge!" He released one nipple and
his hand reached backward, "Allow me to gauge the warmth of those nice red
cheeks?"

   Edwards stopped spanking the girl and she felt the other man's hand on
her bare backside, exploring the hot flesh, squeezing the smarting globes,
then delivered a pair of crisp smacks on the crest of the cheeks which her
Uncle had heretofore ignored.

   Foster releases her nipple and cups her breast, cradling the soft
weight. His other hand rises and falls and the crisp report of a new hand
on her bottom rings out.  Foster spanks Ashley differently from her uncle.
While the latter rained quick, hard, smacks on the lower curves of her
bottom, Foster grabs handfuls of her globes, squeezing and shaking them,
leaving the imprint of his fingers before releasing and spanking down on
the crests of each cheek in turn.  The pale middle span of Ashley's
backside quickly acquires a pink hue, deeper, crimson, fingermarks
blemishing her punished cheeks.

   Foster delights in spanking the responsive, bouncy globes, and enjoys
observing as Ashley's whimpering and writhing becoming more frenzied.  The
heat in her backside radiates into her pussy as she pushes it down on the
man's lap.  Foster stops.  "I say, I do think Ashley wants to come for us,
don't you, little filly?  Lets have you stand up for a moment.  That's
it... now I shall sit here, and I want you to bend over and offer me those
haltered breasts of yours for a good sucking.  And your uncle shall oblige
and give that naughty bottom the thorough smacking you need.  That's it,
legs apart a bit."

   Ashley leans over the Doctor, who pulls her breasts close to his face.
His hand reaches for her vagina, the lips splayed open and the central slit
of her clitoris and its hood hanging between them delicately.  His fingers
tap the sensitive ridge, then run along it, back towards her opening, where
his fingers sink in penetrating her, filling the wet tunnel.  His thumb
rubs her clitoris and she squirms.  Her uncle presses her bare hip against
the hardness in the front of his trousers, and places a hand on the outside
of her hip, then begins to slowly spank her outthrust bottom.  His hand
smacks down, then his palm cups the spanked cheek and caresses it, diving
between her legs to fondle the pout of her swollen labia, only to start
over with the next smack.

   Foster's mouth fastens on a swollen nipple and sucks vigorously,
creating a connection of sweet, hot, burning between her tits and pussy and
her smarting, wriggling backside.  His tongue flicks hard over the tensed
nipple, moving back and forth, while his cheeks hollow from the suction
drawing her entire tit-tip into his voracious mouth.

   Edwards talks to her softly, "Close your eyes, little one... 
concentrate on how your body craves the attention it's getting.  Feel your
breasts swell as Foster releases them from their halter, your nipples
extending and pushing into his mouth as he sucks hard on them!  That
charming little naked bottom of yours is shimmying, all shiny and pink." He
smacks her hard, watching the girl-flesh compress and bounce back.  "It
does enjoy being smacked, doesn't it?  Observe how obediently it jumps as
my palm spanks it, then meekly settles back, softly begging for the next
smack.  Push your pussy backwards so I can stroke it while your little
bottom quiets...  such a good girl!  And such a slippery, slick, pussy, my
goodness, we are enjoying our punishment, aren't we?  Ah, yes, that's a
delightful little whimper I heard as I sink my thumb into your slippery
tight little cunt!"

   Ashley feels the man's finger sink effortlessly into her slick,
receptive, vagina.  She tries to relax her genitals, to not grip and caress
the man's intruding thumb with her pulsing softness, but it is no use.  She
feels the contractions occur almost in time to the strong suckling at her
nipple.  Foster's fingers meanwhile push her firm little clitoris back and
forth and she hears her own whimpers and pleading mewls embarrassingly
betraying her pleasure, even as her uncle's thumb pulls out of her greedy
pussy and spreads her slick wetness over her stinging bottom cheeks, then
delivers strong, quick, spanks which cause her sensitive, swollen bottom
cheeks to jiggle.  She pushes her crotch into Foster's hand, her clitoris
begging for the rubbing fingers, and pushes her nipples harder against his
teeth.  Foster bites her tit tips, and Ashley shrieks and wiggles deeper
against the men.  Edwards grasps her free nipple and rubs it hard between
his fingers as his palm begins a regular cadence of crisp, staccato,
palm-strikes on her bulbous, bouncing bottom.

   Edwards watches the reddened globes contract and relax rapidly in time
to the rhythmic slaps of his hard palm on the girl's pliant, responsive
skin.  Her panting and yelping exclamations match the tempo of his hand's
rise and fall.  Looking up, he observes Foster's face, grinning as the girl
involuntarily mashes her large breast into his mouth.  Edwards cradles her
other breast firmly, his fingertips pinching the springy tip.  He presses
it hard and stretches it out.

   Ashley can't hold back.  Her bottom is burning and bouncing rapidly. 
Both men have firm hold of her breasts, pinning her chest in place,
trapping her.  The merciless stinging spanks won't stop and her pussy is
pure hot liquid flowing freely out of her.  She needs to press it down,
hard and urgent against the hand impaling her!  The wetness suffuses her
pussy, the intimate, humiliating whispered encouragement in her ear
punctuated by her own whimpers of need fuel her frenzied bottom-clenching
ride towards orgasm.  She imagines the men watching her body responding to
their free handling and control of her.

   Her body stiffens, her muscles tensing, her head thrown back.  Her mind
goes blank and the spasms start in her core.  Her pussy pulses and
convulses seemingly endlessly.  She feels the clenching hard in her vagina
and her nipples throb.  She tries to stifle her cries, but they squeeze out
of her mouth keening and high and plaintive, showing the men how her body's
responses are under their control.  For the second time that evening, they
make her orgasm at will, her naked body just a plaything, and instrument to
be manipulated and made to sing.

   Finally, the girl slumps, the rigidity in her body disappearing.  She
falls forward, her bottom relaxes and fills out, releasing from its
orgasmic, clenched condition and her head droops onto Foster's shoulder.

   A sweet torpid blackness envelops the girl for a moment.  She is aware
only of a far-away murmuring from the men.  Her body feels heavy and limp.
Slowly she regains her senses, feeling her nakedness supported by the man's
hands.

   As she regains awareness of her surroundings, becoming conscious again
of how her body is being held by the men's hands, she blushes to hear the
amused doctor exclaim, "My, my, Edwards, scratch the surface of this young
lady, take away the refined clothing you supply your little charge, and one
does find a randy poppet, quite eager to press her quim onto a male hand
and cum loud and hard!  Girls nowadays, no moral sense at all!"