Chapter 3. Ways and Means The room into which Ashley shuffled her ill-clad form was filled with light. As opposed to the darker, more formal dining area, the living room featured a large picture window looking onto a lush front garden protected from the street by a high, dark green hedge. Yellow and green light from the flowers in the garden tinted the gauzy, translucent curtains. One end of the picture window was darkened by the shadow of an elm set to the side of the house. The wallpaper in this room sported the same vases and vegetation motif used in the dining room, but the felt of the pattern was a yellow shade of green, lending the room a more open, summery air. Two large bookcases on the far wall flanked a large fireplace with an organically curved white marble lintel resembling the nacreous limbs of some creature half vegetable, half woman. Two deep, comfortable, striped damask chaises set away from the window were separated by a low round table heaped with books and newspapers heaped and a large vase from which cascaded a selection of white and purple flowers in a formal arrangement. The floor was covered by a full, white, faux-fur carpet, extending almost to the edges of the room, leaving a wooden parquet border 3 feet wide on all sides. The long hairs of the carpet felt warm under Ashley's bare feet, the furry threads twining softly and comfortably between her toes. Warmth permeated the room from the large, glowing logs in the fire grate, the palpably warm air soothing on Ashley's exposed legs. An overstuffed, dark tan corduroy sofa was set on the edge of the carpet towards the wall adjacent to the door. The remaining wall was occupied by another bookcase containing a large television, as well as various shelves of books. Against this wall there was also leather armchair, larger than the other two chairs in the room, and an old, walnut, rolltop desk, its cover open. The artwork on the walls in this room consisted of a pair of framed watercolors in bright washes of color applied over black ink, reminiscent of Dufy renderings. They both depicted the view from the privileged balcony of a hotel or villa, over the azure bay surrounding an old and established, wealthy, town. The amber shoreline in the painting was dotted with impressionistic black brushstrokes washed in emerald green, which managed, though merely a brief flick of ink and color, to perfectly conjure palm trees. Above the fireplace hung the largest painting in the room, an early twentieth- century oil in a slim, silver, deco frame. Warm sunlight from above and beyond the confines of the canvas illuminated a sculptor and the statue of a naked and well-rounded nymph he had been carving until the moment when she'd evidently come to life, and bent her head to join her lips to those of her surprised creator. The process of her incarnation was clearly still incomplete as the warm skin tones of her cheeks, upper back, and the one visible side of a perfect breast, had not yet diffused to her full buttocks and thighs, which still evidenced the cool whiteness of her marble origins. Edward walked over to the chair by the table and sank into it, crossing his legs in the boneless, feminine, European fashion impossible to American men. He gazed benignly at his niece, watching the girl look around the room. Examining the setting, she felt a renewed sense of what she'd first felt in her Uncle's perfectly- upholstered car, a sense of being an intruder in a wealthy, perfect, life containing no elements of disorder. Her current state of extreme dishevelment, both the torn rags barely covering her, and the emotions she felt, were the one incongruous element in the scene. The one part of the tableaux needing work and polishing. Her Uncle began speaking softly. She stood in the center of the room, and Ralph watched from the vantage point of the sofa's arm on which he sat relaxed. Edward's words, she was surprised to note, focussed on precisely the feelings of inadequacy the girl was suffering. "Ashley," began Edward sonorously, lecturing, "you are a lucky girl." He paused, while Ashley shifted her weight nervously on her naked legs and felt distinctly unlucky. "I know," he continued, "that you don't yet know this. You are at this moment afraid; you are ashamed to be standing before us in your current deplorably attired state. You feel awkward and exposed. "Your current outward situation mirrors, possibly for the first time in your young life, your own inner turmoil and lassitude. You are lucky--not insomuch as you are standing in a room displaying your tartish, next to and soon to be naked body to your relatives--but in that I am an expert in educating young people like yourself, adrift with no sense of their own balance and place in the world. "Ralph," he motioned to the young man, "kindly fetch the camera and a notebook from the desk." As Ralph moved to the desk, crossing behind Ashley, Edward continued, "Ralph is a very dedicated photographer. He shall document these training sessions for our future reference and your further education. Ralph, please take as many pictures of these proceedings as you can. I want to have an artistically compelling record of our youngster's progress." "Look at me please while I speak, Ashley." Edward's voice was gentle, but there was no doubt in Ashley's mind of the seriousness of the orders they dictated, no matter how politely he might seem to be qualifying his demands. "Why are you and so many young persons like you adrift and shiftless in this age? Why is it in your mind acceptable to entertain a low moral standard, to, for example, come to table dressed in rags. Lack of respect, Ashley. Lack of respect for others, and lack of respect for yourself." "You don't care how you present yourself because you lack respect for yourself; you don't care how you are perceived because you lack respect for others." "And, why is that? There is a very simple reason. It is easy to fall into the trap a little at a time. It is easy to relax ones standards for oneself a little each day, suffering only the most minor consequences for each slip of control over oneself. The effect over a short period may not even be noticeable. However, over time, ones standards and ones judgement are eroded to the point that one finds and even accepts oneself in situations which one would have been aghast to have envisioned at the outset of our journey." "Having understood the process whereby someone like yourself, with no evil intent surely, falls into turpitude, it becomes simple to conceive a method for counteracting this tendency. And this, Ashley, is the cornerstone of the theory for my training program--of your training program for the next months, while you reside here, young lady. "Instead of allowing the slow slip of standards caused by the normal consequence of small acts of lack of respect for oneself and others, we will magnify the gravity of the consequences, so that even minor acts of defiance, disrespect, dishonesty, and breaches of standards, place the subject in an exaggeratedly disadvantageous state. Rather than being unaware of the small toll exacted by a small loosening of standards, the excessive discomfort it will cause you will make you aware of the seriousness of that downward course." "Do you understand my point to now Ashley?" Ashley's lip trembled, and she refrained from answering. Edward waited patiently, regarding the nervous girl, and seeing that her Uncle clearly expected her to say something, she stammered, "I... I think so." "Good, good. By the way, Ashley, when you're not being trained, as you are at the moment, you may choose to call me 'Uncle' or 'Uncle Edward,' but while in one of these sessions, you shall please refer to me as 'Sir' and you shall use that title whenever you address me. As in 'Yes, Sir' or 'I think so. Sir', or, should I be requesting information from you and it be appropriate, 'No, Sir.' The latter will not likely be your response when asked to perform some action, though. Please, keep that in mind?" "Yes, Sir," responded Ashley, feeling quite clearly where control of her current situation rested. "Good. Hands on your head again, please." Ashley again placed her palms behind her ears. Her shirt, as expected, gapped open, revealing her belly. "So, you are a lucky girl. Lucky because I know what ails you, and luckier still because I know how to cure you. You will leave this house having acquired a new elegance, confidence, and aplomb. When you complete your training, you will be a young lady who you would now, at this moment, idolize and wish to emulate." Edward stood, and walked to the fireplace, and rearranged a log in the fireplace using an iron poker dangling from a rough, wrought iron stand next to a small pile of logs. He put a hand on the mantlepiece, and turned to look at the girl. "What are the elements of my training program? They are simple: self-respect, discipline and obedience, honesty, and language." "You will be expected to be disciplined and respect yourself and others. You will be expected to be obedient and honest, and to use language precisely and creatively. Conversely, a lapse of any of the above will result in your being quickly and emphatically stripped, temporarily, of your self-respect, of discipline being imposed on you arbitrarily and seemingly unfairly, of your being subjected to cruel, coarse, and denigrating language. "One of the strongest stimuli I will use to counter tendencies which would otherwise over the course of time cheapen you and your self-worth will be to instead immediately lessen your own momentary self-image. "This will be done by causing you humiliation and embarrassment. A moment's forced degradation now will prevent you from subjecting yourself to many years of unconscious self-degradation in the future. Your humiliation will be accomplished using language, physical posture, and sometimes a certain amount of pain. "Pain, Ashley, is not something I believe in per se. It will never be the principal focus of your treatment, but will be present only to force you to concentrate on the moment. Pain is evanescent, temporary. while it is being felt, however, it is most efficacious at making us aware only of the present. "The pain, the humiliation, all will fade quickly. They will be a strong contrast to the majority of your time here, during which you will be treated like the respected and respectful person you will become, and subjected to the kind of life to which you would otherwise only aspire fruitlessly." Edward stopped speaking, gazed at his tremulous niece, and indicated the desk behind her with a crooked finger. "Please fetch me the black leather trainer from that desk, Ashley, then resume your current position." The girl looked around to the roll-top desk, and hurried over to it. On it lay a number of notebooks, a fountain pen, a cigar cutter and a box of cigars. She looked towards her Uncle, shyly questioningly. "Open the first drawer, Ashley, inside you will find a box. Put that on the desk and open it." The old wood of the drawer slid smoothly on its well-waxed hinges, and Ashley lifted out an inlaid wooden box a bit wider and flatter than a shoebox, and about twice as long. She opened it. The lid came off entirely, releasing the smell of old, oiled leather from the contents, at which she stared. She stood motionless, looking into the box. She didn't understand what all the items were, but they made her think of horses and riders, and of the traditional hardware that ensured one did the bidding of the other. From among the belts, cords, silvered clips and other items in the box, she drew out a long, slim wand, encased in stiff leather. It was thicker in the handle, then flattened and tapered along its 18 inches of length. Another last 6 inches were added to it by a doubled loop of pliable leather stitched to its end. This was, Ashley thought to herself, what made the horse go. Her mind seemed to fill with cotton, and only slowly evoked her Uncle threatening her with spanking. A dropping feeling she had in her belly was proof that her body was less slow than her mind was in making the obvious conclusions. She held this out to her Uncle, and shuffled over to him. She then went back to the center of the room, and slowly placed her hands on her head again. "Two things Ashley," commented her Uncle, as he walked up behind her. He tapped on one calf with the training whip softly. "Elevated heels serve to lengthen the female contour, bring out the curves of the calves and thighs, as well as thrust forward the bosom, and rearwards the posterior. As such, they improve female posture and self-image. We will be procuring you an admirable collection of these shortly, and except where for one reason or another you are required not to wear them, you will be expected to always do so. "As you are not suitably accoutered at the moment, please stand on your tiptoes to at least emulate some of the required effect. The girl obeyed, stretching her shoulders and torso upwards, taughtening the back of her legs and rising on her toes. "Secondly, the remains of this shirt," Edward said as he walked around Ashley, then used the whip to trace one inner edge of the gap in the pajama shirt, its leather tip softly scraping down the inside of Ashley's partly covered breast, "are an insult to your looks and to those of us who are observing you. Please remove it." Ashley gasped and made no movement, as if by pretending she hadn't heard this she could prevent the order from having been given. She blinked her eyes humidly. Edward watched her for a moment, then he held the baton up horizontally and placed it slowly in front of her mouth. He gently pressed the center of the whip against Ashley's lips. Without conscious thought she opened her mouth and allowed her Uncle to rest the baton on her teeth. "Hold that please, and don't slobber on it," he instructed. She brought her teeth down on the whip softly, tasting the leather and feeling the stitching on her tongue. Edward disappeared from her viewpoint and she turned to look. She watched him looking into the box on the desk, and selecting what looked like a long flat ruler. It looked twice as wide, perhaps two inches wide, as a normal ruler. Edward looked up at her. She quickly looked forward, and heard him come up next to her. Edward held the wide ruler at one end, and swung it back. He looked down at the girl's pantied bottom taughtened as she stood on her toes, selecting his target. The lower leg seams of the girl's lacy underwear left a few inches of springy buttock flesh uncovered, facing back at him, below which her bottom cheeks curved under to merge with her thighs. It was this part of Ashley's uncovered bottom cheeks onto which Edward brought the wide ruler smacking down. He slapped the whippy wooden slat across his niece's jouncy ass three times in quick succession before she fully registered even the first blow. Ashley's mind first heard the loud splat of the rod against her flesh, followed a split-second after by a burst of stinging sensation in her bottom, which, due to the measured force of the blow, was intense but superficial. The two more slaps which followed the first almost without a pause deepened the sting considerably. "Oowwww! Fuck!" exclaimed the girl, and brought her hands down quickly from her head, to clutch the lower cheeks of her posterior. As she shouted she dropped the training whip from between her teeth. Edward quickly took hold of her slim wrists with his free hand and held them together easily. "Ashley, there are many rules you will need to be taught," he said, pulling her arms back and up by her wrist, forcing her to bend forward slightly and thrust outward her bottom. "On your toes!" She tried to rise on her toes from the awkward slightly bent position, which caused her weight to shift forward so she was balanced only by her uncle's pull on her arms. "You will be allowed, even encouraged," explained Edward, "to moan and cry..." He thrashed the ruler across the naked lower slope of Ashley's naked right bottom cheek violently, making it shake with the impact, "but you will NOT be allowed any exclamations, especially any foul language. Any violation of this will immediately entail additional and severe punishment." A strong ruler spank across the left followed, and Ashley suited action to his indication by panting exclamations, "Ah... Ah... Ah..." "You'll have far greater temptation, I assure you, to use profanity than you've been given in this initial little bottom warming, young lady! Your pudgy backside has only acquired the first shades of pink which will be warmed to a nice red glow by the end of this session, I assure you! "You're also," SMACK!!! went the ruler, "NOT to let anything drop which you were told to hold, whether it is between your teeth," one quick flick of the ruler landed on each thigh-Ashley whimpered and wiggled under the lashing, "or," continued Edward, "between your round bottom cheeks, or your big, hanging boobs! "Hands back on your head! Resume your position!" ordered Edward, releasing Ashley's hands. She rubbed the pinched flesh of her wrist quickly and stood upright, placing her hands on the sides of her head, in the original positions she had held. Her quivering thighs strained as she again came up on her toes. "That's right," Edward commented, taking the whip from the floor and using it to once more trace the contours of the girl's open shirt , "you'll learn to be obedient, slut! Your body, so long as you don't treat it with the respect it is due, will be subject to the most base treatment and description. Now, as I ordered before, you are to remove, immediately, this sorry excuse for a shirt" Slowly, but without wanting to appear to hesitate, Ashley, unbuttoned the remaining two fasteners on her shirt, and pulled the cotton shirt open. Her large, pale breasts came into view, and her silver dollar sized, deep red-pink nipples were exposed to the observation of Edward and Ralph. Edward pulled the shirt the rest of the way off her torso, leaving the girl totally topless, with her breasts hanging before her, taughtened by her outstretched arms perched behind her ears. Her slim naked belly rose and fell with her fevered breathing. "Well, Ashley," commented Edward, running the tip of the whip along the outer curve of her right breast, "you seem to be pretty well endowed-your tits are full and fat, and those big, dark, nipples of yours are going to definitely need to be tugged and pinched to encourage your behavior!" The whip gently slid over the full, white, flesh of her right breast, and the leather loop at its end softly indented her areola, bending her nipple over, before it sprang back into position facing slightly upwards. "So, our little Ashley is, as you can see Ralph, bountifully hung with good sized boobs. Which as we've seen she seems to want to take every possible occasion to show off in skimpy, inappropriate dress! Don't you, Ashley? Like to flash those tits? Tell us, now, what size are they? What size bra do you wear, when you do wear one, which you evidently don't seem to want to do around us?" Ashley's lips trembled with shame and shock, as she stood on her tiptoes, displaying her naked chest to the two men. Her uncle's raw comments on her body, and the way that she was being forced to display it, made her want to sink to the carpet and cry. But she didn't dare move. She knew she had to answer. "I... I wear a 34 C... I always wear a bra ...Owww!" This last yelp was caused by the training whip swiping through the air and landing on her panty covered bottom cheek. "Ashley, if I want elaboration from you, I shall ask for it!" commanded her Uncle sternly. "Ralph, please go to your cousin, and stand next to her. I shall be needing your assistance with some preliminary training." The boy stood and walked over to where the girl stood whimpering, tears coming to her eyes. He smiled at her, but she could not bring herself to meet his eye, embarrassed at his being able to examine her feminine contours, clad only in her transparent panties, and at his observing her being spanked like a child. "A few terms, now, Ashley, with which you will need to be very familiar! These are the standard panty positions. You are currently in the panty up position. That position may well, we will find, need to be kept to a minimum. "Then we have the panties well-up position: that is with your panties wedged well up into your bottom and cunny lips. Ralph, please help Ashley to assume panties well-up!" Ralph bent towards the near-naked girl, and took hold of the waistband of her panties in the rear He pulled up slowly on the material, causing the lace to begin to bunch. He continued, and the lace thickened into a scratchy cord of material and slid along the girl's curved asscheeks, up into the deep cleft between the pinkened, jutting cheeks. Ashley felt her bottom being uncovered of what little protection it still had, and her breath came in panicked pants. Her legs and rear writhed and squirmed delicately, as if to try to slow the process of having her bottom exposed. "In the panties well-up position, which Ralph is helping you with, your naughty bottom cheeks should be naked and held apart by the panties wedged in them. Now Ralph, please help her with the front of her panties..." Ralph let his fingers trace across her hips, and then came down on one strip of lace which snugly held the side of Ashley's panty on her hip. He began pulling this up. He repeated the same on the other side, causing the lace to pull into the cleft between the girl's genitals and her legs, making her little front mound puff outward daintily. "No Ralph, make sure that her cunny lips are well separated," corrected Edward. Ashley looked straight ahead in order not to see what her cousin was doing to her, but she felt his fingers slide onto her mons and felt his thumb and index finger take hold of the side seam of the front gusset of her panty, stroking familiarly over one puffy vaginal lip. She moaned in shame. Ralph tugged the seam into her delicate cunt slit and the yanked upward on the front of her underpant with his other hand. Ashley's body jerked softly upward as he hauled the lace into her slit. Edward commented, "Ashley, you are sweating in a most unladylike fashion! The sheen on your tits is most unbecoming. You must learn to keep yourself more presentable!" He reached out and placed his palm on one upturned boob, smearing her nervous perspiration over her chest and lightly squeezing his niece's bouncy, ripe young tit. Ralph now wedged the other side of her panty gusset into her slit, actually pinching her pussy lip with his fingers and pulling it out of the lace in which it hid. Ashley whimpered, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Edward queried Ralph, "Please tell Ashley what constitutes the correct panties well-up position and indicate the portions of her slutty anatomy which she needs to ensure are in place" "Well," Ralph said, "her panties will need to be hauled well up her hips on the side..." he traced her hips with his palms, then descended onto her exposed ass, letting his palms cup and jostle the warmed cheeks. "Her bottom must also be uncovered, like this, with the panty pulled well into her bottom-crack, and the cheeks held apart by it." His finger traced the cloth bunched into her bum. "In front, Uncle, Ashley's cunny should be split open by the cloth of the panty, and the lips," he traced her delicate fleshy lips with a finger to the girl's astonished alarm, "must be well out of the garment, enveloping and covering it." "Very good Ralph. Now, please help Ashley with the at-thigh position. "This position is one you will like, Ashley, as it will allow you to exercise the exhibitionistic tendencies you seem to be determined to show us, by showing us your naked ass and pussy. Isn't that what you want, little one?" "No, oh no..." whimpered Ashley. Her uncle reached out and lightly grasped her right nipple, pinched it between his fingers and began pulling it. "It will do you no good to lie, girl," he said, "so I recommend you ask Ralph please to pull down your panties. Now!" He squeezed her nipple hard and pulled the breast up by it. She whimpered and responded, "Please, aaahhh, pull my panties down for me." "Say sir." Commanded Edward, giving her another strong nipple tug. "Pull them down, please, sir!" she whispered. Ralph took hold of the bunched up panties, and jerked them off her hips, pulling the lace out of her bottom crack and her slit, and bunching the panties at the top of her thighs. Both men looked at the stripped girl, examining her silkily dark-haired triangle. Her uncle cupped one full ass cheek with one hand, and hefted the near breast with the other. He indicated to Ralph to do the same on the other side. The boy placed a hand on Ashley's naked seat, and also grabbed a bare tit. "Ashley has clearly been wanting to have her feminine, plump little body pressed and weighed like this, so let's oblige her. Get a good handful of her bottom cheek and her boobs. Do you feel how softly plump she is? That's right, rock her a bit by her naughty body, back and forth, back and forth. Push on her butt, then pull on her boob. Now mash her breast back a bit, and make her bottom rest on your hand! Good." SMACK! SMACK! Edwards hand slapped Ashley's full bottom rhythmically. Ralph held her steady using his grip on her other buttock. "Ashley, we need to know some more about your slutty little body... How much does it weigh? How tall are you?" Ashley writhed while the men felt her up, but answered, "I'm 5 foot 4, and I weigh 110 pounds, sir." Edward made a mental note of Ashley's weight. The exact figure would help him to gauge the exact amount of his soporific concoction with which to dose the girl on those evenings when he would be wanting to indulge himself with her beyond what he wanted her to be aware of. By giving her the minimum dose dictated by her body weight, he could keep the girl unconscious but responsive. The evening before he had estimated, leaving a healthy margin for error so that the girl would not wake up. However, a heavy dose served to keep the girl unmoving and unresponsive, diminishing the enjoyment he would have from her sleeping reactions and motions. "You are in reasonable shape, Ashley. We can't allow your level of fitness to diminish during your stay here. We need to find an exercise program for you. Tell me, what do you do to stay in shape. Do you like to dance" "I... I like to dance...sir... and I run sometimes and do sit ups." "Good, good, we will continue your exercise regimen, and you will be encouraged to practice regularly. Ralph and I will personally supervise your training sessions and include regular dancing practice, especially bottom dancing. Do you know what bottom dancing is, girl? You'll enjoy doing it for us, and it tones the buttocks splendidly. "Bottom dancing involved rhythmic contraction and relaxation of your bottom, while writhing it back and forth and side to side, in time to music. It isn't easy, but with appropriate hands-on coaching from us, you will be a star in no time." Edward laughed, tapping his palm on Ashley's bare bottom cheek. "I am sure," Edward commented languidly, while he and his nephew squeezed the girl's full naked posterior and her heavy, pendulous breasts, "that our little slut, here, is enjoying having her bottom and boobs held and spanked." His palm swung back and forth, spanking Ashley's bottom repeatedly several more times. "Ralph, I'd like you to check that she isn't enjoying this too much. Just run your fingers over the crotch of her panties, please, and tell me if it is wet." Aghast, Ashley felt the boy's hand abandon the nipple it was squeezing and cup her pussy, then push down between her legs brushing her lips. The nerves, fear, and shame had made her sweat and lubricate, and she could feel her dampness on his hand. "Sir, the panties are very wet, and so is her cunt," reported Ralph. Releasing her, and stepping back, Edward motioned to Ralph to do the same. The stood before the naked girl, and Edward ordered, "Take off the panties and hold them up, Ashley." The slight hesitation she showed was quickly overcome when Edward again picked up the whip. The sight of it was enough to get the girl moving quickly, pushing her panties down her thighs, then stepping out of them one leg at a time. She held the bunched up, lacy pink garment momentarily, then held it out shyly. Edward took it from her hand, and untwisted it. He gazed at the cotton crotch of the panty and ran his finger over the moistness there. "Ashley, stick out the tip of your tongue!" he ordered. He then brought the crotch of her panties up to her tongue, and told her "I want you to feel how wet your naughty pussy has gotten! Lick it!" The girl was forced to comply, and brought her tongue against the cotton containing her own, sweet, pungent secretions. She gagged. Edward pushed the panties into her mouth enough so that she could hold them but with most of the cloth emerging from her lips. "Bend over, hands on your calves!" The panty-gagged, totally naked, girl complied, bending at the waist and placing her palms on the back of her taut, rounded, calves. Edward came up to her and placed a hand lightly on the far hip, holding the girl, then began a slow but steady spanking with his palm, alternating bottom cheeks with his blows. He started spanking softly, but after about ten spanks, he had built up force and rhythm, until the blows were of modest intensity, each one flattening Ashley's buttock, and making waves ripple through her bottom flesh. As he spanked her, Ashley reacted to the sting in her buttocks by moaning, and shifting her weight from leg to leg on each spank. The effect, observed by the two men, was delicious. A spasmodic writhing motion enveloped her entire waist, hips, bottom, and thighs as she rocked from side to side under her uncle's slapping palm. Ralph took pictures while Edward continued spanking his niece, letting his palm strike the crest of her out-thrust bottom, then letting it land on the outer, fleshy part of each cheek, driving each bottom half in towards its mate, which bounced outwards with the impact. Another series of crisp spanks, accompanied by outcries and whimpers from the girl being punished, entailed his hand coming down on the inside of one buttock, slapping it outward, so the meaty hemisphere was separated from its twin, revealing momentarily the private bud between her cheeks. And yet another series of spanks was delivered with the palm striking her bottom cheeks one after another, swinging into her soft, round globes from below, so they bounced up, only to be then hit again as the abused ass-cheeks fell back. By that time, Ashley's twisted mouth issued moans in a continuous lament, and tears leaked copiously from her anguished clear eyes. After a few minutes of this, Ashley's bottom was aflame and a deep rose color. Her cheeks too, were wet and pink from crying. Edward commented, "Ralph, the pictures of Stacey's spanking will be very useful in her correction. The contrast of the white skin of her lower back with the redness of her naughty backside..." and here he smacked the subject in question with a snapping motion of his wrist to impart speed and sting to the spank, "will make it evident to anyone we are forced to show the pictures to for the sake of Ashley's education, just how badly our American slut here needs her ways amended for her!" As she whimpered, Edward's hand cupped each of her flaming hot, pained ass cheeks, testing the spring and resiliency of the punished skin, then pinching a section of flesh at the lower curve of her buttock, and following that with a series of fast spanks in which her uncle brought his hand back and forth across the outer portions of her posterior, slapping her right butt cheek hard on the inward swing, and backhanding the tender left cheek on the outward. Ashley's abused bottom danced under the spanks, as her legs churned and her buttocks clenched and unclenched beautifully. The two men watched the young woman's distress, her churning bottom and bouncing ass cheeks, with satisfaction and lust. The stripped teenager's bottom bounced and bobbed under her Uncle's stern hand, and the photographs would show how thoroughly well-dominated Ashley was at the moment, as her Uncle commanded her bottom to dance under his palm. The spanks slowed as the crimson hue spread to the outside of her buttocks and thighs, finally ending with a pair of stiff handed, strong smacks to the backs of her thighs. "Stand up!" ordered Edward. "Now that you've had your first lesson, Ashley, I want you to go upstairs. I want you to shower, and I want you to shave your pubic hair. A self-respecting girl should have a well-defined, small, triangle of pubic hair, ending above her slit." His finger traced over the girls' pubis illustrating his explanation, "and leaving the lips hairless." After you're done, I want you to select an appropriate nightgown, and I want you to show Ralph your handiwork. "If he deems it well-done, I shall take his word for it, and after you join us for a spot of lunch, we will be going out and doing some shopping for you. I trust that you have learned at least an initial lesson, and we will start to procure for you the beginnings of a wardrobe suitable for a dignified, self-confident, and attractive woman. "Take those panties out of your mouth, thank me and Ralph for helping you in your development, and go upstairs." The girl reached up and removed her panties from her mouth, and held them in both hands, while looking down at the floor. Timidly, she said, "Thank you sir... Thank you, Ralph." Glancing up to see if Edward was satisfied with her response, she saw him give her a paternal smile, and indicate with a toss of his head the door. She bolted for it. Ralph and Edward watched her naked back and thighs disappear, framing a naked, very female, and very thoroughly reddened bottom. When her uncle indicated the door, Ashley didn't consciously decide to run. Her body, which had been riveted in place, on display in the living room for her uncle and cousin, felt suddenly freed. Without any thought or consideration, her body launched itself out of the room, her legs pumping hard as she shot up the stairs towards her room. Relief coursed through her, and strong sobs came to her mouth. She ran to her room, threw closed the door and leapt onto her bed, burying her head in her pillow. She stayed this way, crying, until the fear started to pass, and the sobs to subside. After a few minutes, she regained her composure. She needed to pee very badly, and, first peeking out of her room and ensuring that she was alone on that level of the house, she sprinted to the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. As she sat on the toilet, Ashley looked around and noticed a can of shaving cream and razor on a sill by the sink. She recalled the instructions she'd been given to shave herself. She'd attempted this once before, and had been pleased by the result. But, after, feeling somewhat embarrassed about having trimmed herself, she'd let her pubic hair grow back. She gazed down at her slit. The lips were only lightly covered with a soft brownish down, which began to thicken to fur only just at the top juncture of her slit. The fur formed a trim oval over the front of her pubis. She stood and climbed into the tub, then turned on shower. Calming herself after her recent ordeal, she stood under the warm spray turning slowly, letting the water run over her face and down her curvaceous body, relaxing her. She took up the bar of soap, and began lathering her body, starting as she usually did by raising a thick lather on the white soap bar using her breasts. Their size, heft, and fullness were most effective at rubbing the soap vigorously into froth. This very act, the young girl using her boobs to bring forth streams of glutinous suds, caused her uncle and nephew to smile. Ashley was totally unaware of the pair of video cameras recording her through the main and a small ancillary mirrors in the bathroom. Their impeccable half-silvered nature prevented anyone in Ashley's side of the room from noticing anything amiss, but the remote controlled cameras covered every angle of the bathroom. At the moment, they recorded and showed her family every move in the shower of the naked teenager. Had she done so intentionally, she would not have been able to provide a more entertaining scene for her male observers. After lathering her tits copiously, she proceeded to use her pussy and her ass in a similar way, coursing the bar of soap down her belly, using it to divide her cunt lips as she dipped it between her legs, then up between her bouncy, spank-pinkened bottom cheeks. The course was then reversed, down her bottom and up her triangular furry patch. As she did this, she turned and presented the recording eyes with every possible angle, enhanced further when she put her foot up on the side of the tub, lathered her thighs, then up into her cunt, holding it open by delicately pulling her left lip aside while her right hand pushed the soap bar through her vulva. Turning away from the cameras, her bottom thrust towards her viewers, as Ashley bent down to place the soap in the dish at the side of the shower enclosure. She picked up the can of shaving cream and the shaver that had been waiting there for her, and turning, thrust her hips and lower belly forward to push her mound out so she could lather her pubis liberally with the shaving cream. Putting down the can, and facing away from the shower's spray so the lather wouldn't wash off, Ashley looked down at her cream covered genitals. She again placed on leg up on the side of the tub, and reached down between her legs with the shaver, and delicately applied it to one inner thigh, high up against her crotch. She swiped slowly the section of soft leg, then gingerly across the fold of her crotch lip, collecting the lather on the shaver as she stripped it from her pussy lip. She repeated her actions on the other side of her pussy, delicately shaving away the little hair on her lips between her legs and covering her slit to just below her clit. Thrusting her belly forwards, Ashley used the fingertips of her left hand to push against her mound at the top of her pubic hair, and pull her skin upwards, stretching the skin covering her delicate pussy. She then proceeded to shave the hair on the sides of the triangle on her taughtened mound to form a small heart shaped escutcheon. She relaxed and let the water wash away the soap and the shaved hairs down her legs and towards the drain. She then rinsed off for a few more minutes and turned off the water. Stepping out of the tub, onto the warm, thick, green bathmat, she reached out for one of the matching green, opulent bath-towels hanging on the glass and brass towel holder. She wrapped herself in the towel, and proceeded to dry her body off to the delight of her watchers. She hefted each breast and dried the moist flesh beneath them, then turned and did the same between her buttocks. Finally, she wrapped the towel around her hair, and briskly rubbed it dry, causing her ripe body to vibrate deliciously. She put on the robe which was waiting there for her, and left the bathroom, reluctantly emerging once more to the world beyond the perceived privacy of her bathroom. However, even entering her bedroom, she was observed by the cameras mounted in the wall between the bathroom and her room, which could be automatically swivelled around to record her through her bedroom mirror. The cameras recorded her standing indecisively in front of the her open wardrobe, trying to pick out a garment which would conform to her uncle's demand for an "appropriate nightgown." In fact, she didn't think she had an appropriate nightgown, as all she really had brought with her were the boys PJs which she'd already suffered over. Opening the drawers of the dresser in her room, however, she found that her Uncle had provided her with a number of items, including a pair of nightgowns. One of these was a brief pink chiffon baby-doll slip, with white lace covering the bodice and the hem. The garment felt luxurious, but she realized that it would be quite short, and that her legs would be almost bare to just below her crotch and ass. The other nightgown was longer, a simple shift in purple silk, with spaghetti straps. It was trim and descended to the middle of her upper thighs. She felt this would be much more proper attire and picked it up. She noticed however, as she held the garment up, examining it, that it had long curving slits on the sides of the skirt which would bare the sides of her thighs onto her hips. Similarly, the front of the nightgown gaped open to the navel. Putting the purple slip down again, she removed the robe and placed it on the bed, then, sighing, reached out for the pink baby doll and dropped it over her head, draping it over her curves. At least, wearing this she would have a bit more modesty than afforded by the gapes in the purple shift. She stepped into the matching, loose pink gauze panties. Her mind now returned to her Uncle's instructions, and she reluctantly went to her closed door, opened it and looked out on the empty landing. Squaring her shoulders, she walked out and headed down the stairs, barefoot, to find her cousin and comply with her Uncle's order to have him "check" her shaving job. Ralph sat in the armchair of the living room reading the newspaper placidly. His outward cool demeanor belied his inner amusement and eagerness, as he awaited his little cousin's next appearance. Hearing the door slowly open, he glanced up to see Ashley shyly and reluctantly come into the room. He glanced at the freshly washed, pink baby-doll clad, young girl, then looked down again at the newspaper he had in his hands, feigning more interest in the story he'd been ostensibly reading than in the appearance of the scantily clad girl. "Ashley," Ralph said, with a nonchalant preoccupied, yet polite, air, "oh hello, again, come in. Let me just finish this article a moment." Ralph observed her covertly as she made her way into the room, slowly walking to the center of the white furry rug. "She's positively shuffling in," he though to himself, "so embarrassed she can't look up!" The girl stood a few feet in front of her reading cousin, waiting respectfully. She shifted her weight nervously between one mostly naked leg and the other. Her cousin slowly finished reading the article, looked up, and smiled handsomely at her. Ashley felt her stomach churn as she gazed back at her good-looking cousin smiling at her. "Ashley," he said, "the nightdress suits you very well. Pink is a good color for you. It sets off your dark hair and eyes nicely." "Thank you," responded Ashley diffidently. "Uncle said... I mean Uncle wanted me to..." she quietly attempted to get through her embarrassment, but was unable to complete the sentence by herself. Her cousin helped her, "Tell me what you want," Ashley, "don't be shy." Clasping her hand into a fist nervously, she brought it to her mouth. The other palm moved to cover her belly, protecting her from what she was about to say. "Uncle wanted you to approve how I shaved myself." She rushed through the phrase and looked up at her cousin who was smiling relaxedly while taking in the sight of the innocent cherub clad in pink chiffon before him. "Oh, yes. That's right, he said that. "Well I'm sure you've done a fine job. Why don't we just let it go at that, shall we?" Ashley looked up, surprised. She hadn't expected this, and realized at that moment that she felt disappointed. She had actually felt excitement at the thought that her cousin would be examining her naked and in detail. She blushed fiercely. This wasn't lost on Ralph. She stammered, "But, but what if he finds out, or... I haven't done a good job. He'll be mad at me." The last sentence was intoned plaintively, almost an appeal for help. Ralph could not but help her out of her predicament. "I suppose," he pondered, "you're right. Why don't you come closer?" Ashley padded forward until she was standing just before her tall cousin's knees as he reclined before her. "Turn, please, little one," encouraged her cousin. The girl rotated halfway around, affording her cousin the chance to examine her slim shoulders, draped with the pink babydoll straps, which scooped down leaving her upper back bare to the base of the curve out towards her hips and ass. These were lightly covered by the pink material draped over them, which came to a brief end at the top rear of her thighs. Ralph could easily see the outline of the brief matching panties Ashley wore, and the well-separated halves of the bottom cheeks they decorated. "Bend right over, Ashley, touch your toes without bending your legs." Ralph watched as the girl doubled over causing the back of the brief shift to slowly rise, baring her panties and settling on the topmost out-thrust promontory of her buttocks. "Spread your legs, Ash!" commanded Ralph. The girl complied, opening her daintily covered vulva to his gaze. The delicate material was indented by the shape of her slit, and beyond her cunt, between her legs Ralph could see the bottoms of her heavy boobs as her shift tented away from her body. He leaned forward, putting one palm casually on his cousins panty clad buttock for support. The other palm cupped her inner leg just above her knee and slowly traveled up her inner thigh, feeling the resilient, soft flesh there, up to her upper thigh, and then inward. His fingers delicately traced his cousin's leg's contour down into her crotch, bringing his fingers up the side of the panties' soft gusset, where Ashley's pussy lips were barely contained by the material. The girl panted as she felt Ralph's fingers touch the sides of her vagina and her bottom. Her bottom squirmed a bit as she felt her cousin's fingertip scrape over her pussy lip and then trace the crease of her slit slowly from outside her panties. "Be still." Ralph said, and she felt the fingernails of the hand on her backside grip her buttock possessively. Brusquely, she felt him push the slip of material aside from her pussy, baring her feminine flesh to his fingers and his gaze. Ashley felt the cool air touch her exposed, puffed out, freshly-shaved, pussy lips. For a silent moment, she could feel her cousin's contemplative gaze on her sex. Then, a soft fingertip slowly caressed the length of her slit from behind, starting towards her rear, and slowly scraping along her pussy, down and forwards towards her hooded, buried, clit. As Ralph's finger approached the tender skin covering her clit, his fingernail replaced the pad of his finger, and softly scraped her small, fleshy, bud, making Ashley squirm and issue a panting exhalation. Ralph's hand tightened on his cousin's squirming bottom, and his finger began to travel up her slit in the reverse direction, back towards her bottom. "You've shaved your pussy lips adequately," commented Ralph easily, "but I can still feel a tiny bit of roughness here on the sides of your pussy lips. Did you hold your cunt well open when you shaved? Pull your panties down to your thighs for me, Ash." Ashley reached back and grasped the waistband of her thin panties, then slowly pulled them down over her rounded ass globes and scrunched the delicate material at the middle of her creamy thighs. "That's right, little girl, push your bottom well out," instructed the young man, "Let me see... in order to give you a thorough searching of your little pussy, I think, it would be good to have you lubricated a bit more, don't you? Do you think that if we were to bare your breasts and give your sensitive nipples a bit of a twirl-and-tug, that might have the desired effect on your cunny?" Ralph grasped the bottom of the baby doll nightgown Ashley wore where it rested on the upper part of her naked bottom, and slowly drew it up her back, baring the girl's lovely lower back, then stripping her to her shoulder blades. He reached under her belly, and pushed the lower edge up towards her hanging breasts, then rucked the material together above them so that it stayed in place, leaving her tits pending heavily. Ralph's left hand reached around her leg and fastened on her full left boob, which he began massaging and milking. Ashley responded to this new stimulation with rippling contractions through her upper thighs and bottom, and, when her cousin grasped one fat nipple and squeezed and pulled the tender morsel, she gasped and moaned. Ralph played with her fat tit and hardened nipple slowly, and brought his right palm to her ass cheek, cupping it, then caressing it as his hand moved back to her pussy, where Ashley's slit was starting to glisten wetly. Two of his fingertips entered her slit to the first joint, widening her opening cunt, and grasped one side of her vaginal lip. "That's better, Ashley," encouraged her cousin, with a sharp tweak to her captive nipple, and a tug at her right pussy lip, imprisoned in his fingers , "make your pussy nice and wet so I can check it thoroughly for remaining stubble." His hand began a firm examination of her feminine organ, prodding and pulling her cunt and her lips. As his hand got wet, he wiped it repeatedly on her plump bottom, making her rear glisten with her own juices. The hand on her chest switched breasts, as he made her turn slightly sideways to himself, so he could comfortably reach across to torment her other breast. Between her legs, he cupped her mons, rubbing his thumb firmly into her pussy and over her clit. Ashley had her eyes closed, and was breathing heavily as her cousin played with her almost naked body unabashedly. When his finger plunged into her now open pussy, she moaned and trembled. Again and again, his hand between her legs kneaded her wettening pussy, then dried itself using her bottom, thighs, then her calves, coating her full, soft flesh with the sheen of her own juices. As he saw his cousin become more and more aroused, Ralph, grasped both fat nipples in one hand by pushing Ashley's plump breasts together, and used them to pull and jostle her tits. He shook her boobs quickly back and forth, and grasped her slick clitoris, and vigorously massaging the Ashley's sensitive little bud. "Is this quite as wet as you can make your pussy, Ashley?" taunted her cousin, delving between her legs into her slick soaked pussy, "I guess you need more than just a real good tit handling, don't you? You need something for your naughty bottom, it would seem. Why don't you be good and make it easy for me by sticking it way out for me? That's good, push it out." Ashley, obeyed, and leaned further over mashing her tits into her cousin's hand. He pulled her legs a bit wider, stretching the lacy panties at her thighs, then swung his firm palm hard against her soft, out-thrust bottom. "Ahhhhh...!!!" exclaimed the girl, "oohh... ohhhh.." Ralph's fingers pulled her nipples and her clit, then smacked down sharply again on her bottom. The smack was all the louder and stung all the more as Ashley's ass was moist from her cousin's wiping her own juices over her. Ralphs finger returned to her clit momentarily, and slid the hood of her button back and forth over the aroused young thing's tense clit. Again, his hand left her pussy barren, the other palm gave a long slow pull on both of her big nipples. His free palm swung smartly twice onto her plump, bare bottom cheeks, making each jounce sharply up with a resounding smack. Back and forth, his hand alternated between milking her slick pussy to sharply slapping each bouncing bottom cheek in turn. Exhortations of "good girl," and "that's good, wet my fingers with your little pussy," punctuated Ashley's long, slow spanking, interspersed with her own exclamations and moans as Ralph stretched her nipple, or delivered quick, staccato slaps to the girl's soft bouncing backside, or flicked a fingertip over her slick, hard clit. Ashley's body began quivering strongly, the muscles in her taughtened bare thighs quivering visibly with excitement and effort. Her buttocks clenched and released in time to the spanking, and the girl was unable to suppress a low moaning sound which emanated from her throat, rising whenever Ralph's hand stroked her stimulated clitoris. Suddenly, accompanied by a sharp yelping exclamation, Ashley started orgasming, her bottom and pussy clenching as the boy's hand continued his domination of her body. "Huhhhhh... huhhhh," she moaned through clenched teeth. "Naughty girl, cumming without any shame!" chided Ralph. The hand in Ashley's pussy drew her closer to him and pulled her downward. She collapsed to her knees, sinking into the soft plush carpeting, and bending forward at the waist until her chest rested on his midrif. Ralph enjoyed the sensation of the girls soft naked tits against his hard cock. Grasping her hair, he raised her face to his, and whispering, "good little bitch... that's the way to come for me..." he brought his lips against her pouting, panting mouth. His tongue entered her complaisant mouth, swiping over her plump lips. Her tongue timidly met his. His hand smacked her bottom hard, and she snuggled deeper into his lap and his kiss. After a few moments of deeply tonguing Ashley's willing mouth, Ralph pulled back. Using Ashley's hair, he pushed her head and face down against his cock, which Ashley could feel pushing strongly against her cheek. "I think we can call this examination complete, Ashley! I will tell Uncle you've done a credible job of shaving yourself, and perhaps I'll avoid...for now... telling him about what a shameless little slut you've been. And I'm sure you'll be showing me your appreciation for my discretion, won't you? Now off with you, I understand we're going into town in a bit. "Go clean yourself up, and Uncle will call for you when we're ready!" The girl rose unsteadily, and hurriedly pulled her panties back up over her reddened bottom and tender pussy. Blushing, she turned and ran from the room.