Chapter 9. Lunch Guests Lunch guest. Spilled wine. Ashley serves in her underwear. Ashley is punished by the guest. Tit spankings. "Ashley!" Standing before her mirror in her room, Ashley was startled by the call from downstairs. She reluctantly turned away from the mirror, abandoning her efforts to arrange the clothes she wore so as to be as decent as possible, and made her way down the stairs carefully. The high, black, pointed heeled shoes she had found with her "uniform" required her to descend cautiously, balancing precariously on the elegant, thin-strapped, pumps. At every step she could feel cool air graze against the soft flesh which, when she extended her leg, was exposed between the tops of her white, thigh high stockings, held up by a lacy, transparent, pearl garter belt, and the hem of the too-small, black, front-buttoned maid's uniform. The hem was maddeningly short, she felt, only barely descending below the matching, full-bottomed whisper of a pearl-colored panty which accompanied her uniform. She'd been alarmed to find that the dress was uncomfortably short in the skirt and tight in the bodice. In front, at least her lap was somewhat protected from view by a lacy, white, semicircular apron which tied daintily at the back of her waist. A matching tiara-like cap in her hair and wrist ruffles completed the traditional French-maid's uniform. At the landing of the bottom floor, Ashley stopped to gather her breath, before opening the door to the living room tentatively. "Ah, Ashley! Please come in here, I would like to present you to our luncheon guests!" She stepped inside the room, in which she had only recently received her first, humiliating punishment. Two gentlemen, both somewhat older than her uncle sat casually in chairs around the room. Both wore impeccably tailored suits. "Ashley, please say hello to Dr. Foster," said her Uncle, his open hand directing her towards the older of the two men, a moustached, balding, portly but elegant figure who Ashley judged to be in his mid-sixties. She walked over towards him and stood before him. The doctor smiled condescendingly up at the girl and she curtsied slightly. She wasn't sure what impulse guided her to that form of greeting, but it seemed appropriate given her attire, and she was pleased to note that her Uncle seemed satisfied with her servile and silent gesture. "Mr. Parsons," her Uncle said turning to his other guest, a lean mid-fiftyish taller man with an athletic and debonair demeanor. He stood and Ashley walked towards him and curtsied again, accompanying it with a soft-spoken "Sir." "Charmed," said Parsons. "Ashley," explained her Uncle, "has come from my sister in America to receive the kind of proper instruction a young girl requires and which seems to be difficult to obtain there. She has shown herself to be a good learner, but has still many slothful and untidy habits which we are working on with her." "Isn't that right, Ashley?" "Yes, sir," she whispered, nervously. "Sherry before lunch, gentlemen!" announced Edward, and motioned for Ashley to pour it for them. Opening the cupboard between the dining room and the salon, where the men sat and talked, she gazed in helplessly at the confusion of bottles and glasses. She glanced back at the men deep in conversation. Peering into the cupboard, she looked at the bottles, trying to discern which might be the correct one. All those at mid-height in the cupboard seemed to be wine or Scotch. More bottles stood crowded onto the bottom-most shelf, and Ashley reached down to try to look at them. Her delicate footwear required her to balance herself by spreading her feet slightly and bending at the waist almost straight-legged as she turned the labels to read them. "Ashley!" She heard the annoyance in her Uncle's voice at the same time as she felt his hand on her shoulder, holding it firmly and preventing her from jumping up as she had been about to. "What are you doing, girl?" he demanded, angrily, "this, gentlemen, is exactly the lackadaisical and casual attitude which hinders my educating my young niece in the manner of a proper lady!" She tried to rise to face her accuser, but he held her firmly in place, grasping the back of her neck by her hair. Horrified, she realized that the short skirt of her maid's uniform, in the position her Uncle's commanding hand held her, exposed not only a long expanse of nylon clad leg, but also a good 4 inches of naked upper thigh above her stocking tops. Bent over, the straps of her garter belt were also revealed to the men's gaze. "Left to her own devices for a minute, you see," lectured her Uncle, "Ashley thinks nothing of immodestly displaying portions of her anatomy to strangers at luncheon!" Her Uncle sighed, and continued, speaking carefully as if to be understood by a naughty child. "Tell me, Doctor Foster, would you say that it is proper for a young lady to display her undergarments and naked thighs as my niece is currently doing, to gentlemen far her senior who she has never before met?" Ashley, trembled as she saw the paunchy doctor come up to her, an expression of stern skepticism on his face. "No, Weston," said the doctor, "I am shocked at the primitiveness of your charge's manners! She seems to feel no shame at displaying her thighs to us." Ashley, from her bent position, watched him aghast as he reached out, and felt him pinch the naked flesh at top of her leg between his large thumb and fat fingers, squeezing it and using his grip to shake her thighs. "Nor," he continued, "to show off her undergarments, which she is evidently proud to have us examine!" As he said this, she felt him grab the elastic strap of her garter belt and draw it out, tautening it like a bowstring, before releasing it to snap sharply back against her thigh. She yelped, and a faint red vertical stripe joined the marks the doctor's hand had left on her skin. "Your American slut no doubt intended to let her inadequate skirt ride up and treat us to a showing of her rear end!" Edward softly spoke to Ashley, and edge in his serious voice, "Is that right, Ashley? You are eager to show your bottom off to these gentlemen?" "No! Oh, no, sir, ...I'm sorry, no..." moaned the girl. Her Uncle responded, "Ashley, how can I believe you, when there you stand, bottom outthrust with perhaps an inch of material covering your rear, a position from which where a mere movement will bare your arse?" Illustrating his point, Ashley felt her uncle's finger flick the hem of her skirt slightly causing it to ride up further and the pearl-colored lace panty-clad twin orbs of her bottom to peek out. "The evidence," said the Doctor patting each firm partly exposed bottom cheek twice with his large hand, "is clear, young lady! "Weston, in these circumstances I believe it always is best to let a person discover for themselves the implications of their behavior, rather than to check it. I'm sure you agree. So if Ashley is eager to casually display her backside to us, she must by all means be encouraged to do so!" "That, my dear doctor, is exactly my approach to the education of willful young people," said Edward. "Ashley, please do proceed to lift your skirt up!" Tentatively, hot tears stinging the edges of her eyes, the bent-over girl reaches back with one hand, and slowly pushes up the hem of her dress. The soft material flares around her spread hips and accumulates high at her waist, leaving the men staring down at her broadened, pantied bottom, fully exposed by the transparent material. Between the top of her panty and the back of the lacy garter belt at her waist, a pale crescent of naked flesh displays perfect twin dimples. Edward tucks the material of the rucked-up skirt into the strings of her lacy apron, then reaches down to the front of Ashley's skirt, taut against the front of her thighs, and pulls that up as well, securing it by tucking it into her garter belt. The doctor's large hand again cups both arse cheeks this time simultaneously, as he says sarcastically, "Perhaps, given that her panties do nothing to conceal her full bottom to our gaze, Ashley will not object to keeping her panties on at least until lunch has been consumed? What do you say young lady?" He fingers the waistband of her delicate panties, and introduces his hand, with absolute confidence and familiarity into her underwear, testing the silky, warm resilience of her naked bottom. "No, no... leave them on, please," sobs the girl as she feels her bottomcheeks explored possessively. "Stand up!" commands her Uncle. She does so, but her skirt defiantly stays pinned up under her apron strings and garter belt. From the rear, her bottom appears no less totally naked for being decorated by the transparent pearly lace. Her plump twin cheeks and the deep cleft between them is not hidden, but framed by the garment. In front, however, the apron she wears thankfully covers her lap, which would otherwise be on display equally transparently. Reaching into the cupboard, Edward indicates a bottle of amber liquid, with a cryptic French label. He reaches in and hands out a small, cut glass, goblet. "If you have finished for now attempting to distract us, Ashley, please finish serving us our overdue sherries!" Awkwardly trying to maneuver herself to avoid revealing her exposed backside to the men, Ashley pours glasses of sherry and brings them to the amused gentlemen. Delaying getting close to the doctor who had taken such liberty with her, she serves the seated Mr. Parsons first. After she hands him his drink she attempts to back away towards the cupboard, but his voice stops her, "Young Lady! I do not think that from my vantage I was fully able to appreciate the full effect of your efforts to show yourself off! Please stand still and turn around." Ashley slowly turns away from the man reclining comfortably and feels his gaze like a hot beam of humiliation travel across her rear and thighs. "Weston, your young lady seems to have a well exercised posterior, firm and rounded. Are you keeping her in exercise?" "Certainly," responds her Uncle, "Ashley is following a regular exercise program. Ashley, why don't you explain your routine to Mr. Parsons." A hot flush settles on Ashley's face and chest, and her rear towards them, she is forced to describe her regular training sessions to the men examining her posterior. When she hesitates, Parsons, prods her along, enjoying hearing the girl describe the humiliations she is made to suffer. "I run... and I am made to do calisthenics... and I dance." "And what kinds of calisthenics do you do, young lady?" "I... I do sit-ups and push-ups." "And Ashley," Edward cajoles, "tell Mr. Parsons how you are assisted in getting the maximum benefit from these exercises." "My Uncle and sometimes my cousin help me by... by..." "Yes, girl, say it, what do they do?" "Uncle helps me with sit ups by pulling on... on.. my... nipples... and he uses a belt... a belt on my bottom... and he makes me dance... my ... bottom dance..." "On his lap?" "Yes, on his lap." "Ah, it is doing you good, young lady, you should be thankful," says Mr. Parsons reaching up and squeezing her bottom cheeks. A final pat sends Ashley on her way to fetch the other two glasses of sherry, which she hands to the doctor and to her Uncle. The men, resuming their conversation, ignore the serving girl as she hands them drinks. Her uncle indicates with a casual gesture towards the corner near the door, and Ashley backs away from him, and stands in the place he has indicated, her hands folded before her nervously. A gesture from her Uncle indicates she is to turn, and she obeys and faces the wall, her ill-concealed bottom on display. The men continue to talk, at times becoming serious and at others lighthearted. Ashley, scared and embarrassed, doesn't follow their conversation. Soon, however, she becomes aware that they are rising from their chairs, and walking towards the dining room. As he passes her on his way to the table, Edward indicates to Ashley to begin serving the luncheon. The men sit at the table, talking while eating. In the center of the round, white cloth-covered table, a heavy oval silver serving platter holds a large fillet of cold, poached, salmon. A garnish of cream, dill, and cucumber slices graces the top of the fish. Between bites, the men enjoy a crisp, white wine from the Riesling. The early mid-afternoon sunshine is softened by the white gauzy curtains leading through double doors to a verdant, flower rimmed, garden. Standing by the wall, Ashley, awaits one or another of the men to indicate to her to fill his glass. She does so carefully, biting her lip in concentration, afraid that a drop may spill from the bottle onto the tablecloth. The men enjoy the sight of the girl bending to pour wine into their glasses, the more so as she now wears only her translucent panties, garter belt, and stockings below her skirt, which has now been rucked up into her garter belt in front. Her lace apron, which had gone some distance to hide her frontal charms from the men, now lies folded uselessly on a side table. It has been ordered removed as a result of a miniscule splash of wine caused when Ashley startled when the doctor placed his heavy hand on her defenseless bottom as she poured his wine. As she reluctantly removed her apron, comments had been exchanged on the appearance of her frontal charms. "Weston, your niece's regimen is paying off handsomely. Her well defined pudendum, thrusts out only slightly from her flat little tummy." "Yes, and the trim line of her pubic hair is very gracious, and decorously exposes her well-shaven lips." "Stand still, girl, it is hard to examine your little mound if it you insist on churning your legs, making those charming little lips dance back and forth!" She had blushed furiously as the doctor and Mr. Parsons made her stand before them, almost nude below the waist, so they could gaze and comment on her young, female genitalia. Foolishly, Ashley had still entertained hopes that the men would limit themselves to observing and commenting on her form, ash she served them practically nude below the waist. These vain hopes disappeared when she went to serve a slice of salmon to the doctor. As she had leaned towards the doctor to offer him the platter, Mr. Parsons, from whom she was leaning away, had slowly run his palm up the rear of her stockinged leg, then onto her creamy, exposed, inner thigh and brushed against the rearward pout of her pussy. She had quickly finished serving, and had moved to distance herself from his touch, only to be sharply reprimanded by her Uncle. "Stay as you are, Ashley! You are not to be rude to our guests." Parsons then slid his hand further between her legs, and ordered, "Spread your legs, young lady!" She had done so reluctantly, and Parsons slowly and thoroughly palpated and split her vulva through the flimsy gusset of her panties, as she trembled helplessly. Her Uncle too had later placed a casually possessive hand under her garter strap as she served him, resting his palm on the naked skin of her upper thigh and the lower curve of one arse cheek. Now the men were finished with their meal, and Ashley collected the plates, but was stopped. She was ordered to stand still between the two guests, and for an agonizing few minutes she panted frightenedly as they each casually palmed and squeezed one of her arse-cheeks apiece. The doctor had even reached over and pulled the material of her panties taut between her cheeks, baring most of her bottom to their eyes and hands. She stood, blushing furiously as the hands roved over her naked bottom, patting and pinching the bouncy globes freely. She was then made to pick up the plates, and sent to fetch the dessert. From the kitchen, Ashley carried out a large tureen filled with berries. The men had concentrated on the berries and cream, eating the sweet greedily. Almost as if in slow motion, Ashley had been horrified to see a spot of the bright red liquid drop from the serving spoon she wielded onto the white table-cloth. She had pretended that it hadn't happened, but her heart had sunk when her Uncle pointed the spot out, and sighed, with an almost a pained reluctance, "Ashley, Ashley, ... it seems you are in constant need of correction regarding your slovenliness. It is almost exhausting to have to keep up with your lack of grace. Gentlemen, I look to you to help me out at least this afternoon." "Yes, of course, with pleasure," answered the doctor, "I believe that my own work on discipline can be applied to this young lady, and will definitely complement your efforts!" Ashley was totally ignored for a moment, while the men finished their dessert and Edward served them brandy. They merely glanced at her occasionally, a smile playing on their lips and making her shudder. Edward suggested cigars in the drawing room. They all stood and made their way out the door. As they left, Edward said: "Just clear the table Ashley, and start on the dishes. We will be wanting you in the drawing room shortly. We will call you." Slowly, fearfully, Ashley walked into the dark-paneled drawing room. Books surrounded the room on all sides, and light came from a collection of standing and desk lamps with warm yellow parchment shades. The large window was closed off with heavy red velvet drapes. A variety of deep, brown, leather chairs and a matching ottoman stood around the fire and the sides of the room, and a buttoned leather sofa faced the fireplace in which a small fire glowed. Seated by the fire, Parsons and her Uncle sipped brandy from snifters, but their attention was turned towards the standing figure of the doctor, as he leaned back on the edge of the desk before the window. He spoke as the girl entered. "Ah... Thank you so much for responding Ashley. Your Uncle has been describing to us some of your circumstances, and his attempts at improving your education and your self-esteem. You know, we all are deeply interested in the subject of education, and share a belief in the redemptive powers of discipline and humiliation when needed. "Your Uncle has asked that this afternoon I direct the ... correction... of your pecadillos, Ashley. Yes, you will say, you have committed no grave faults. But a cornerstone of our philosophy of correction, as your Uncle may have explained to you, is that small faults overlooked will become bad habits, and must be eradicated by strong negative stimulus. "What better way to provide this negative stimulus than to make you suffer humiliations of your maidenly prurience? To make you aware that your transgressions will result in our enjoying ourselves with your reluctant and submissive young body? Such is the obvious consequence, you must realize, of your ignoring the social graces that would otherwise naturally put a formal and correct distance between you and others. Yet, you've forgone that comfort. "Please stand before the fire, facing us, hands behind your back! "Now, Ashley, I understand that you have had your bottom, the visual and tactile acquaintance of which we've all been treated to during lunch, spanked frequently during your corrections, is that right?" "...yes, sir," Ashley responded. "Yes, naturally, a girl's bottom, especially one prominent and rounded such as yours, is an obvious place to administer correction. But, one should not ignore the novelty and effectiveness of punishing other areas of a young female's anatomy which are equally tempting. And these we shall explore some of today, Ashley!" The girl gazed down at her slim feet in their high-heeled shoes, resting in the white fur carpet matching the one in the salon. Hot tears collecting in her eyes blurred her vision. "Ashley, please remove your dress." Slowly, Ashley unbuttoned the front of her maid's uniform, feeling the taut cloth spring open at her chest. She pulled the skirt out of the garter belt where it had been tucked, and now wearing only underwear and the ruffles of lace on her head and wrists, handed the dress to Parsons, who held out his hand for it. "Much better," continued the doctor, "you must be relieved to be free of the confinement of that tight dress pressing on your breasts. Soon, we will release them from their lacy cups as well, so that they can freely participate in our activity." From the desk behind himself, the doctor picked up a soft leather strap. "Turn around," he commanded. Ashley faced the fire, and felt the doctor take hold of her elbows, loop the leather around them several times, and draw them towards one another behind her back. He did not bind her tightly, and she could let her arms hang down to her sides slightly behind her back. The grip on her arms was mostly accomplished by the loops of leather on her upper arms. The effect however prevented her from bringing her arms or hands forward, and caused her bra-clad tits to thrust out toward temptingly towards the men, who gazed appreciatively at her plump young breasts straining at their lacy confinement. The straps of the bra indented the sides of her boobs slightly, tilting the pendulous globes upwards delightfully. Grasping her by shoulder, the doctor turned the girl. Looking directly down into her face as she stood before him, he reached down and slowly, casually, and with embarrassing familiarity, pushed Ashley's panties down onto her thighs, until they caught on the straps of her garters. She felt his hand cup her exposed pubic mound, and his fingertips toy with her now naked slit. "Parsons, perhaps you will be so good as to hold Ashley from the rear for me?" The other man stood, took one more sip of his brandy, and came up behind her. Grasping her hips, he pulled her body back against his. The doctor continued, "You know Parsons, I'm sure Ashley's embarrassment would be heightened if her naked bottom were made to feel your member. Would you be so kind as to oblige her?" Ashley struggled feebly, but stopped when the doctor grabbed her chin roughly and glowered down into her eyes. She felt the other man's warm, hard, naked, penis nestle into her bottom, and groaned. "Thank you, Parsons!" continued the doctor, "Now you can gauge and control our young lady's squirmings." The doctor reached back towards the desk, taking from it a scissors, which he lifted up before Ashley, who shrank back towards the man holding her. The doctor's large fingers danced onto her lacy bra-cup, pinched the material there, then drew it outwards. He carefully snipped a large hole into the bra-cup, then released it to rest back against her breast, the nipple and much of the flesh of which was now squeezed out of the torn material. Distractedly handling her breast, the doctor pushed the remains of the cloth back towards the base of the boob, so as to make it thrust out further from its lacy border. His fingers sank into the plump sides of her tit as he pulled it well out of its torn casing, as his other hand grasped her nipple and used it to pull the breast fully through the tear in the garment. Her other breast was similarly denuded, the doctor grabbing a handful of plump flesh and drawing it out of the hole torn in the other bra cup, as Ashley squirmed frightenedly. Parsons behind her enjoyed the feel of her bottom rubbing and tensing against his bare organ, her smooth, soft bottom sweetly stimulating his penis. Ashley's full bottom cheeks became moistened by the secretions her squirming elicited from his delighted penis. "A young girl's nipples," said the doctor as he softly touched both of Ashley's fright-hardened nubs, "are a wonderful communicator of sensations, both of pleasure and pain, sometimes one mounting into the other so as to make them indistinguishable." His large thumbs rubbed the girl's trapped nipples slowly at first, then gaining slightly in intensity. Ashley responded to the handling of her sensitive morsels by starting to squirm earnestly, yet she was trapped by Parsons' hands on her thighs as well as the doctor's hardening grip on her nipples which stretched out as she ineffectively attempted to pull them from his grasp. "Just as you mentioned, Weston, your young lady has sensitive nipples. You're quite a squirmer, young lady," continued the doctor, as his fingers plied the flesh of the girl's exposed tits, rolling first one then the other nipple roughly. "Parsons, perhaps you can get a bit firmer hold of our Ashley?" The mention of his name brought Ashley's attention back to the man who was holding her pinned against him, his organ being rhythmically rubbed by the struggling hemispheres of her bottom. She felt his hands, which had been on her hips, move down and towards her middle, felt the fingers pull on her mound, then on her lips, and split her pussy lips. She yelped as his fingers pulled her open, stroked past her clitoris and as his fingertips entered her vagina. His grip inside her was shallow, but he held her tightly by her hole. His thumbs began rubbing her clitoris back and forth slowly, the thumbpad rubbing her little fleshy hood over her sensitive nub. Ashley was now pinned between the two men, her vagina and cunt being played with at will and her bottom dancing on Parsons' raging erection. The stimulation of her clit was causing her the most distress, and moans and yelps, which the men clearly savored, accompanied her struggles. The doctor had even more elaborate plans, in which he proceeded to instruct Parsons. "Mr. Parsons, perhaps you could be seated with Ashley on top of you. That's right... wait, we'll need her to be able to open her legs more, so let's remove these panties..." The scissors were now used to cut away the sides of the panties at her thighs, and the doctor pulled the shredded flimsy material aside and placed it on the desk. Parsons sat back on one of the comfortably stuffed chairs, and the doctor helped maneuver the girl onto Parsons' lap, her back against him. He reached under himself to rearrange his penis, pointing it upwards and lodging it in the cleft of Ashley's bottom. Ashley moaned, "no... no..." but the doctor continued, "Now, we'll need your legs open and over the sides of the chair, where they are to stay during your punishment. Don't make me remind you, or your correction will all the more severe for it!" Parsons pulled her legs open and placed them on the outsides of the armrests of the chaise, his hand then resumed caressing Ashley's now wide open vagina. She started to bring a leg back, but the man under her roughly grabbed her clitoris and squeezed, while admonishing her, "Put that leg back, NOW!" She relaxed the leg, bringing it back to where he had placed it, and his grip on her sensitive clit relaxed, his fingers resuming a thrumming, frigging motion across her clitoris. In the meantime, the doctor pulled one of the ottomans close to the side of the chaise, and sat down beside the girl. He pushed her torso back until she was forced to recline backwards on Parsons, who took hold of her hair to fix her in place. The doctor explained, "Now, Ashley, I think you've been spanked before, but it's been on your bottom, hasn't it? Well, there's many other places that a spanking can be effective, and one of these we will explore this evening. Your breasts, so charmingly displayed, pointing up nice and fat out of your bra, are to be smacked!" Ashley, whimpered and squirmed, but Parsons held her tight by her hair and her pussy. The doctor raised his large, thick hand about six inches from her left breast, then smacked it down on the waiting plump boob. He watched the young girl's breast ripple and bounce with the shock. He waited a moment, then lifted his hand over her other breast, and slapped that one. The girl squirmed, and the doctor commented, "We shall work together, Ashley, on a nice rhythm of bouncing for these big breasts of yours, shall we?" Back and forth, his hand rose and fell on her jostling and reddening tits. Ashley squirmed as she felt the stinging slaps envelop her chest, and her bottom felt the hard cock buried between its globes. She was crying openly, her sobs increasing whenever the doctor's hand spanked one of her breasts, and the tears wetting her chest. The moisture made his slaps louder, and he stopped for a moment to caress her reddened tits, then used his palm to spread the salty tears onto them. Grabbing a glistening nipple hard, he raised it upwards, pulling one breast up and stretching it out. The breast maintained its perfect globular shape, but her large aereola stretched out conically and her nipple lengthened in his grip. He slapped the suspended breast from right to left, as one might slap a face, making it throb and vibrate. His hand swung back and forth, establishing a gentle but firm rhythm of slaps on Ashley's imprisoned tit. The girl whimpered as her breast was beaten. The doctor released her nipple, letting her breast bounce back into its natural shape, only to grasp her other breast and subject it to the same slapping treatment. The doctor alternated spanks to Ashley's breasts with languorously feeling up her warm, red, tits, squeezing and hefting the abused morsels. As he occupied himself with her chest, Parsons continued toying with her pussy, thrusting fingers into her open vagina and rubbing his fingers over her clitoris and lips, while enjoying the churning motions the girl's bottom transmitted to his cock, nestled firmly between its cheeks. Uncle Edward stood and walked towards the girl, who was becoming progressively more and more hysterical. The doctor ceased slapping her chest, and contented himself with holding her flushed boobs gently in his hand. Her uncle stood over the girl, and commented, "Ashley, you should be thankful for the doctor's fine ministrations to your tits. In fact, I believe that the doctor should experience your well-disciplined breasts first hand, or as that has already occurred, perhaps first-member!" Her uncle unfastens the thongs holding her arms behind her. Ashley brings one slender arm forward at a time, then rubs them softly, massaging out the stiffness. Her Uncle interrupts her, " Please stand up." The girl is helped to her unsteady feet by the doctor and Parsons, and stands before them in the remnants of her clothes, her panties at her thighs, and her breasts protruding redly from the traces of her bra. Her face and chest are wet with her own tears. "Kneel down, Ashley!" commanded her Uncle. "It is time you started to learn to handle the penis, little one, to complete your education and allow you to properly thank those who take time and effort in your education! Already it is clear by the gleaming moisture on your bottom that you are quite naturally talented at pleasing the male member. We will, rest assured, give you ample further practice!" "Doctor, if you will be so kind as to have a seat?" The doctor sat in the recently vacated chaise before the kneeling girl. "Ashley," said her Uncle, "please remove what remains of your bra." Slowly and demurely, Ashley reached around behind her back and popped the catches of her bra open, then let the flimsy, torn, garment slide down her arms and off her. The doctor held out his hand, and Ashley handed him the slip of material. Her heavy breasts hung freely. "Now Ashley," continued her Uncle, "I want you to slide open the good doctor's flies, and gently and obediently take his member out." Ashley froze at these instructions for a few seconds. A whistling sound behind her was followed by an explosive smack on her naked rear, and she yelped softly. Parsons behind her, wielded a slim, leather clad, switch and brought it up and again striped her full posterior with it. "Mr. Parsons will provide you encouragement and direction with this whip, Ashley, from which you shall learn pace and demeanor." Before the third blow could fall, the confused girl reached out to the seated portly gentleman, and tremulously took hold of the tab of his zipper. She pulled it slowly down. Her hand then reached into his pants, and exquisitely found the hard penis, drawing it from his boxers through the convenient open panel. Ashley was confronted with the sight of a large, angry looking, penis throbbing in her small hand. The doctor took obvious delight in having his cock handled by the young girl. "Now Ashley," continued her Uncle, I want you to lean over the doctor's lap, and holding your breasts against his penis, I want you to use those full morsels which have so recently been chastised to massage the doctors organ. Parsons will ensure that you do it competently by encouraging you with the whip!" For the next ten minutes the girl was forced to use her plump, tender boobs to masturbate the doctor's penis thoroughly. Parsons, behind her, placed one hand over her vulva in front, and whenever she hesitated or faltered in her ministrations of the penis in her hand and between her breasts, his fingers dug into her pussy, pushed her body back and he whipped her out-thrust bottom. With the stimulation she was providing, the doctor's penis leaked copiously and Ashley's naked breasts and nipples became slick with his pre-cum. The doctor interrupted the massage the girl's tits were providing his trapped member, to grasp her large nipples. Using his grip on her tender nubs, he pushed her breasts firmly together with his penis between and jostled the heavy globes back and forth. Parsons, Ashley felt, now inserted a pair of fingers into her vulva and his hand behind her released the whip to caress and squeeze her bottom cheeks, then give her encouraging hand-smacks on her buttocks and the rear of her thighs. "Face this way, Ashley," her Uncle orders, and the girl turns her head towards her Uncle, in time for him to photograph her sweet face hovering over her bent over frame, the stiff phallus nestled in the warm glistening flesh of her bosom. "Has she been taught to suck yet, Edwards?" inquires the Doctor, somewhat short of breath. Ashley's Uncle responds, "No, I'm sorry, Foster, Ashley has not yet been trained in the art of using her tongue to elicit male emissions. This is on her training schedule, but for now you must satisfy yourself with her differently." The next few pictures taken by her Uncle show the Doctor grabbing a full breast in each hand, and using this purchase on the girl's torso to haul her chest higher on his lap, then show her obediently having placed a hand outside each breast to push them together over his penis. His hand on the crown of her head, grasping her hair appears in the next series of photographs, showing her face pressed down towards her chest, her chin tucked in. The Doctor controls the girl's movements up and down, her breasts masturbating his penis back and forth, with the assistance of Parsons who is helping to guide her movements by pushing and pulling on her bottom cheeks, one grasped heartily in each of his hands. During the upstroke, Parsons shoves on her bottom, and the Doctor pulls on her hair to bring her body up, until her tits close over the head of his penis. Then her head is forced downwards and Parson's hands form claws pulling on her rear. Her weight shifts down on her knees, and the penis thrusts its plush head out through her pressed-together breasts, rising and meeting her soft cheek as she turns her face slightly, gliding along the downy skin towards the girl's shell-like ear. Ashley continues this up and down motion, and her cheek acquires a moist sheen. The Doctor, having enjoyed as much of this stimulation as he can bear, suddenly pushes the girl's face down into his crotch, pushing his spurting cock against her cheek, Ashley's lips pressed down against his throbbing balls. The Doctor's sticky emissions spurt out rhythmically, spattering against Ashley's cheek and her closed eyelids. Tendrils of her hair catch the sperm and glisten with it. Ashley grunts in disgust, but is subdued by a series of sharp spanks to her bottom from Parsons. The Doctor leisurely finishes himself off by forcing Ashley's buried face back and forth over his shrinking cock and balls. The Doctor then pushed the girl back and away from himself. "Stand up, Ashley, and fetch a towel with warm water. Clean the Doctor off politely, and clean yourself as well," commands her Uncle. Ashley is in shock. She has previously read about men's spurting jism when they orgasm, and she has talked about it in disgusted undertones with some of her girlfriends, but has never seen it firsthand. She rises and, naked save for her stockings and the lace wrist decorations she wears, shuffles out of the room to get a towel. The men watch the naked, full bottomed girl leave, her breasts and buttocks contrasting redly with the pallor of the rest of her skin. "That was delightful!" exclaims the Doctor, grinning. His grin is matched by that of the other two men present. "I'm afraid, Parsons," explains Edward, "we must think of some way of rewarding you for your efforts with my recalcitrant niece, which impose a tad less on her sensitivity, which I imagine is somewhat strained at the moment. Perhaps a change of pace... ah, I have it." Ashley returns to the room, carrying a plush blue towel and bowl of warm water. Her face appears scrubbed, and the front of her hair wet. She has removed all traces of the Doctor's cum from her face, and her bosom has also been freshly washed. Without needing to be told what to do, she kneels before the Doctor and dips the towel in the warm water, then gently sponges him off, avoiding touching his naked penis with her hands. "Very good, Ashley." Intones her Uncle. "Now, I'm afraid that you must also provide the good Mr. Parsons with some thanks for his efforts in your education this evening." Tears spring to Ashley's eyes, but she remains mute, though her body stiffens visibly. Edward continues, "I know that you know this is necessary for you to complete this evening's lesson, and I trust that you will not need to be punished further as an inducement, but will submit with your accustomed sweet docility and feminity." Soon after, pictures show Ashley lying on her back on two leather ottomans pushed together naked save for the lacy cuffs on her wrists and the lace band in her hair. At her head, Parsons stands above the girl, his erection and balls emerging from his pants. Her arms are stretched upwards, both her hands on his erection, and his balls lie on her mouth. His fingers hold the nipples of each breast pulled up away from her body, the heavy globes stretched up conically. The girl's legs are spread and raised, and her knees are bent. Sitting on the end of the second ottoman, Edward supports one of her legs holding the back of her thigh up, while his other hand is on the girl's vulva. With extreme reluctance, Ashley is obeying Parsons' command and her hands are slowly stroking back and forth over his penis. At the same time, she runs her velvety tongue back and forth over his balls which rest on her mouth. Edward's fingers toy with the girl's pussy, his index and middle finger rubbing against her exposed clitoris, while his thumb splits her cunt lips and buries itself in her soft vagina. Ashley's eyes are closed in resignation, and she feels her heavy breasts shake and sway as her tormentor plucks her aching nipples. At the same time, her hips and bottom writhe while the fingers at her crotch and deep in her cunt wreak havoc with her self-control. She feels her Uncle's thumb withdraw from her vagina momentarily so her can squeeze and tweak her bottom cheeks, then feels two hard fingers push her open again and plunge wetly into her cunt. Her nipples are released, and her breasts fall back towards her chest bouncily. Parsons pushes them together and, bending over the girl, begins licking her titties, his tongue flickering over the large, hardened nubs of her nipples. Ashley moans in response, and he sucks the large pink aureola into his mouth harshly. She squirms and involuntarily arches her back, pushing her chest up and forcing her breasts up towards her ravisher, who suckles her greedily. "Ashley," commands her Uncle, "don't cease your ministration to good Mr. Parsons' testicles or his penis. After he has taken the time to minister to your education so conscientiously, I think he deserves the chance to spray his seed over you, don't you?" Perversely, her Uncle then removes his thumb from her vagina, and abetted by the wetness it has collected there, plunges it effortlessly into Ashley's unprotected bottomhole, while simultaneously sinking his middle and index fingers into her open vagina, pincering the poor girl's sexual core in his hands. He uses this purchase to churn her upthrust middle, while the violated girl gasps and moans. Parsons' teeth nip at one swollen nipple, while the other breast is mashed in his hand. Ashley urgently masturbates his penis with both hands and laves the heavy balls on her tongue. The girls delicate fingers grasp Parsons' penis firmly, one hand rings its base while the other cylinders the shaft, pumping it from its root to its head. Ashley's fingers rhythmically travel back and forth, cupping and squeezing the plump cockhead at the apex of their travel, assisted by the lubrication her fingers acquire during their ministrations of his bulbous glans. Parsons straightens up, releasing her tits, and Ashley feels the penis in her hand pulse and jerk. At that very moment, a humming sound begins and she feels a spongy touch on her clitoris. Edward has placed the vibrator he'd prepared for this moment against her genitals, and the girl feels the buzzing against her raw clitoris which seems to liquefy her genitals and into the pit of her stomach. She orgasms strongly, and obliviously tosses her head back and forth moaning into the spasming testicles over her mouth as her hands pump Parsons' cock. She barely notices her throat and her heaving breasts being sprayed with warm heavy droplets, nor her Uncle's smacking her thighs as she comes. Her eyes closed and legs collapsed, Ashley lies abandoned by the three men. Her naked torso is blotched with pink patches where she's been ro0ughly handled. Her breasts, throat and cheeks glisten with sperm. The men have composed themselves and are lighting cigars and retrieving their brandies. The Doctor, who has been photographing the events, takes a few final pictures of the debauched girl before setting down the camera and himself retrieving his whisky from the mantelpiece. The Doctor rejoins the other two men seated about the fire, and their conversation takes its own course. The debauched young girl is ignored, and after a few minutes, she rises, naked, and slinks from the room.