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Marie Clair
by Corn53 (corn53@aol.com)
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A teenage girl is taught about the ways of the world, by
adults and fellow teens, (MFmf, ped, bi, spank, bd,
orgy)
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1: Marie Clair Goes To the Wrong School
"Why sure, you may sit here, Sir," Marie Clair said to
the kind-looking, middle aged gentleman. She was glad to
have a "gentleman" sit next to her on the train,
considering there was some "riff-raff" getting on behind
him. She sure wouldn't want to sit next to one of them.
Her aunt had warned her about some of the people who
might be on the commuter train.
"My name is Marie Clair, and I'm on my way to Saint
Catherine's School for Girls in town. I've never been to
the city before." she said, introducing herself.
The man looked her up and down, making her blush, and
said, "It's my pleasure, Marie Clair. My name is Dr.
Hardman. I'm an instructor at Saint Catherine's. What a
small world."
"Well this is my lucky day and tomorrow will be even
luckier!" she said cryptically.
"Why is that, my dear?"
"I'm going to be fourteen! It's my birthday tomorrow."
"My, my, I would never have guessed. You look much
younger," he said. "Wouldn't it be strange if you were
the student housekeeper we've been expecting? Maybe I
should call Mrs. Hardman to see what to do. Then you
wouldn't have to take the bus on in to campus. You could
ride home with me and settle in a day early."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you Dr. Hardman."
Then she added, "But I have been worried about getting
on the wrong bus."
"Yes, I'm sure your mother warned you about getting on
the wrong bus, didn't she?"
"No, I lived with my Aunt and Uncle, because my parents
are deceased, but, yes. My Aunt warned me about lots of
things. She made the city sound like such a scary
place." Marie Clair replied, looking down at the floor.
He feet did not touch the floor of the train car, and
she was nervously swinging her feet apart and together.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your parents," commented
Dr. Hardman, and patted her on the knee. "You are very
fortunate to have your Aunt and Uncle."
"Yes, I suppose," still not looking up, "Auntie was
usually nice, but Uncle John was also my teacher, and
sometimes he was pretty strict."
"What do you mean - strict?"
"Well, sometimes when I didn't learn things fast enough
he would spank me."
"Sometimes little girls need spankings, though. Don't
they?" he asked her and patted her knee again. "I'm sure
if he spanked you too hard your Auntie would have said
something."
"Hmm, Now that you mention it, he usually spanked me
when she was gone. But a few times when she was home,
she would come into the study and watch. Once she even
said she should spank me more when he was done... to
help me learn my manners and to show some gratitude."
continuing, "And another thing, he never pulled my
panties down when Auntie was home. Uncle John always
said I would learn my lessons better without all that
padding."
"Now, now, Marie Clair," patting above her knee,
"Whatever they did must have really worked because you
are so sweet and polite. I'm sure Mrs. Hardman and I
will be able to use you as our housegirl, just because
you have such good manners."
"I wasn't sure what kind of a job Auntie had arranged
for me, but this would be great."
"Of course, we may need to paddle you occasionally, but
only for your own good. You want to continue to be a
good little girl, don't you?" patting a little harder on
the inside of her knee.
"Auntie said I should follow directions without asking
so many questions." finally smiling at herself. "I bet I
do such a perfect job that you won't ever have to spank
me, Dr. Hardman."
Marie Clair's plaid, school skirt reached to just below
her knees. Her black, patent leather shoes and white
knee socks completed her uniform. The collar on her
starched, plain white shirt had ruffles that almost
touched her chin. The plaid tie and v-neck sweater
matched her skirt. She had matching plaid ribbons on her
pig tails on the sides of her head. Surprisingly, her
sandy-red hair didn't clash with the red plaid. No make-
up adorned her pretty face with turned up nose and full
lips. Even with all those modest clothes anyone coud see
that she was slender.
"Now, let me guess, Marie Clair, you must weigh about
110 pounds?" asked Dr. Hardman.
"No, Sir. More like 95, even with all these clothes on,"
almost laughing.
"I don't feel afraid anymore." And further explaining
her laughter. "I was really worried about getting my
suitcase and finding the right bus." They were pulling
into the station.
"Just come with me Marie Clair. I'll call my wife from
the car and have her get your room ready. We'll make you
feel right at home. She might even have a maid's uniform
to fit you."
Marie Clair wasn't sure about a uniform. She had bee
taught to remain modestly covered at all times - from
her chin to her toes. She had been hoping for some
reason to wear "regular" clothes like girls her age did
on television, which she was rarely allowed to watch.
"Um, Dr. Hardman, do you have a television set? I almost
never get to watch it at home," Marie Clair ventured,
hoping for a positive answer.
"That's a privilege you will have to earn, Dear. But I'm
sure you will do a good job," walking to the car. He was
carrying her small suitcase. "You seem to be travelling
light. For someone planning to be away at school for
four years."
"Well, Auntie said I'll have to do my laundry almost
every day. She said if I earn some money I'll be able to
pick out my own new clothes." and looking around at all
the people and confusion, added, "I'm sure glad I met
you so I don't have to try to find that bus!"
In the car he phoned his wife. Marie Clair only heard
half of the conversation. Her feet did not touch the
floor in the car which made the dress ride up exposing
her knees between the stockings and skirt.
"Hello. This is Dr. Hardman. Is Mrs. Hardman near the
phone?"
Pause...
"Hello, Darling. I've run into one of the Saint
Catherine's School for Girls students on the train and
I'm bringing her home with me. She weighs 95 pounds and
will be needing a maid's uniform. We should be there in
about 45 minutes." pause.
"She's about Susie's size. Remember her?"
"Oh, yes. Good idea. I'm sure she'll be wanting a bath.
Go ahead and get everything ready."
Longer pause...
"No, I'm sure she'll be very obedient. She's a darling
little girl. Be sure to put in a new tape. I'm not sure
about shaving supplies, so check on it." With his hand
on her knee, patting each time he mentioned what a good
girls she was. Marie Clair could not help but overhear
and had several questions, but she didn't want to
interrupt.
"Her aunt and uncle had to spank her when necessary, so
we will need to find the canes and paddles, but we might
not need them." and he winked at her.
"What?" pause, "I'll ask her?"
Looking directly at her, he asked, "How many pairs of
panties do you have?"
Blushing, looking down, "Um, I think six."
Back into the phone, "She'll be needing some panties,
and, oh,yes, I forgot to ask."
Looking at Marie Clair again, "How many bras do you
have?"
"I don't have one. Auntie says I don't need one,"
brightening, "But I wish I had one so I could be like
the other girls."
Patting her bare knee, he said to Marie Clair, "Don't
worry, Child, we'll get you several pretty, little bras.
I hope you'll like them."
"Oh, I'm sure I will. I never put one on before."
"We'll help you, Dear, don't worry about a thing. You're
going to be so pretty. What size do you need?" Looking
at her chest, "It's hard to guess through all those
clothes."
Blushing again, but looking at Dr. Hardman, "I don't
know. They're very little. How do you tell what size
they are?"
"Take your sweater off and I'll be able to tell. Then
when we get to the house, Mrs. Hardman will measure you
for sure after she helps you with your bath."
Uncertainty showing in her face, Marie Clair began
taking off her sweater. "Why do I need to take off my
sweater, Dr. Hardman?"
More firmly, "You will need to learn to follow
directions, young lady, without asking so many
questions. You want to live with us for your full
scholarship, don't you. We'll provide room and board and
in exchange you will help our housekeeper, serve meals,
and so forth. You will need to follow whatever
directions we give you. Not only Mrs. Hardman and
myself, but also some of our distinguished guests. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." pulling off her sweater, flipping her pig
tails back and forth, "I'll do whatever you ask and I'll
try not to ask so many questions. Sorry."
"Good girl. Now unbutton your blouse." Seeing her
hesitate, "All the way. Hurry up, I'm on the phone. Mr.s
Hardman needs to know this so she can get out the
correct sizes."
"Yes Sir. See, I'm following your directions." Looking a
little worried and unbuttoning as fast as she could.
"There - all unbuttoned." She said with a sigh of
relief.
"Oh, you have a T-shirt on, too. Lift it up so I can see
what size bra you will need."
"Yes sir." She untucked her T-shirt, bunching it in her
fingers, and lifted it all the way up to her chin. "I'm
looking forward to getting my first bra, Dr. Hardman."
Into the phone again, "Well, it looks like almost a "B"
cup already, even though it's her first one. I'll check
the firmness." With that he reached his right hand to
Marie Clair's breasts and began a few minutes of
"firmness checking." Occasionally taking his eyes off
the traffic, Dr. Hardman determined that they were
indeed very firm, pointing straight out, with no crease
underneath. "Darling, yes, she's almost a "B" cup and
has very firm, pointy breasts. With small pink nipples
by the way." Pause. "Yes, Dear, I'm sure you will. Did I
tell you it's Marie Clair's birthday tomorrow? Yes, yes.
You could take her shopping. We can have a cake tomorrow
evening. Perhaps our guests could bring presents and
help with the spanking. Call and tell them. Bye, Dear."
and he clicked off his cell phone.
With her blouse now back in place, Marie Clair was glad
she had proved she could follow directions without
asking so many questions. She also wondered why her
breasts felt so tingly. Had she been alone, she may have
continued to test her own "firmness" for awhile longer.
She wondered about the birthday shopping and other
guests spanking her.
They drove the next half hour in almost complete
silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
The long driveway led to a Victorian house with a
spacious lawn. Marie Clair was excited to see such a
grand house. Questions rattled in her mind, but she
resolved to keep them to herself and just follow
directions until she got to know the Hardmans better.
As if reading her mind, Dr. Hardman said, "Welcome to
your new home, Marie Clair. I'm sure you will enjoy your
stay here. Just remember to do whatever we tell you,
even if it may seem silly or embarrassing at the moment.
OK?" patting her knee again, a little higher.
"Yes Sir. I'm sure glad I met you on the train."
Dr. Hardman carried her suitcase into the foyer and
introduced his wife and their maid, Inga. Marie Clair
had difficulty not staring at Inga's maid uniform. The
short, black ruffled skirt barely covered her lacy white
panties which showed when she curtsied or moved. Black
mesh stockings covered her long, slender legs, and you
could see the black garter straps fastened to the tops.
Marie Clair guessed Inga's age at about 21. The white
apron only covered the front of her very-short skirt and
reached up to her low cut sheer blouse.
Marie Clair also noticed that the top half of Inga's
breasts were exposed, almost like they were resting on a
stiff corset platter. Not that they were large - "about
orange size," thought Marie Clair, but the way they were
presented made them seem even larger.
Everyone noticed Marie Clair's stare. Inga was also
checking out "Little Marie" as she later called her. The
adults stopped talking and watched the girl's mutual
staring.
"Inga! Take Marie Clair's suitcase on up to her room now
and then start the bath, while we show Marie Clair
around her new home," directed Mrs. Hardman.
"Yes, Mum. Right away," before turning, she bowed deeply
to Marie Clair, offering a clearer view of her breasts
to the the shorter girl. "And pleased to meet you Miss
Marie."
Inga turned and bent farther than was necessary to pick
up the small suitcase, offering another, better view of
her sheer, lacy panties to Little Maire. She picked up
the suitcase and headed up the stairs. Marie Calire
watched her ascend.
"Marie Clair? Marie Clair! Look here. We need to get
your picture."
After several snapshots of Marie Clair, Mrs. Hardman
said, "Come with me now and I'll show you around."
Then to her husband, "Douglas, I had Inga lay out her
things and will give her a bath before dinner. And just
in case of further day dreaming, I also got out the
canes and paddles as you requested."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Hardman, I was just thinking of
Inga's outfit. I've never seen anything like it before,"
apologizing.
She led Marie Clair on a tour of the first floor,
explaining some of her new duties as they went. When
they went into the living room, Marie Clair picked up
the remote control for the TV and clicked it on.
"Young lady! Who said you could do that? You must ask
first. You are a servant here. Since you're so new I'll
only give you five hand spanks. Now turn around and bend
over." commanded Mrs. Hardman.
Turning off the TV and turning around as ordered, Marie
Clair said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know the rules. Please
don't spank me."
"Pull down your panties and be quick. That's three more.
Since it's your first day, I'll spank lightly."
"Yes Ma'am," not wanting to offend the hostess. She
pulled her cotton panties down to her knees, keeping her
feet far enough so that they wouldn't fall to the floor,
and bent over.
"Come over to the couch, Marie Clair. I'm going to sit
down and I want you to..." taking Marie Clair's hand,
standing her up and walking her to the couch. Marie
shuffled, trying to keep her panties from slipping down
over her knee socks. It didn't work.
"Why Marie Clair! Your panties are touching the floor.
Just take them off and give them here." and with that
Marie Clair stooped and picked them up. Turning, she
handed them to the now seated Mrs. Hardman.
"Turn around. Lift your skirt."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Put your feet farther apart. Bend over farther. Back up
until your legs touch the edge of the couch. Put your
feet farther apart. Hold on to your ankles."
Marie Clair was obediently holding that position,
waiting, waiting. Thinking, "When is it going to start?"
"Good. Just try to bend a little farther."
Her skirt flopped over her back so her entire bare
bottom was exposed. "I want you to count these Marie
Clair, and say 'Thank You, Ma'am after each spank. Do
you understand?"
Quietly, "Yes, Ma'am."
Another pause. Marie Clair holding her ankles, waiting.
Smack.
"One. Thank you, Ma'am."
SMACK! much harder. "Ouch." and standing up, rubbing her
bottom. "Two, thank you, Ma'am."
"I didn't say you could stand up. I didn't say you could
rub your bottom." Continuing in a level, patient
tone, "So that's two more. Do I need to get Dr. Hardman
or Inga to hold you?"
"No! I'm sorry. I'll do better." And with a flip of her
dress she bent all the way over again, her legs touching
the couch on either side of Mrs. Hardman's legs.
Instead of another smack on her bottom, the next thing
she felt was Mr.s Hardman's fingernails tracing little
circles on her fanny and down her thighs. Then SMACK!
SMACK!
Maintaining some composure, eager to please, Marie Clair
said, "Three. Four. Thank you, Ma'am."
"That's better, dear."
SMACK!
"Five. Thank you, Ma'am." Thinking it wasn't so
bad afterall. Hearing footsteps coming into the room,
Marie Clair stood up again. Turning she saw both Dr.
Hardman and Inga enter the room. Marie Clair turned a
bright red and looked down in embarrassment.
"What's the trouble, Dear?" Dr. Hardman said to his
wife.
"Marie Clair can't seem to follow simple directions,"
Mrs. Hardman said to the others. "What should we do?"
"This is her first day here. Perhaps Inga should
demonstrate obedience," stated Dr. Hardman.
"Marie Clair, watched Inga demonstrate the proper way to
get a spanking." agreed Mrs. Hardman.
With Marie Clair watching intently, Dr. Hardman sat down
in a stuffed chair. Without raising his voice, "Come
here for a spanking, Inga."
Inga walked to the chair, lowered her sheer panties to
her ankles and stepping out of them, bent over with legs
apart. Backing up until her legs touched the chair. She
bent down to grasp her ankles and said, "Ready, Sir."
"Very good, Inga." He gave her several pats and before
she could count them he said, "Good job, Inga. You may
put your panties back on now."
"Thank you, Sir," she said with a curtsy and picked up
her panties.
Dr. Hardman rose and he and Inga walked over to the
couch. Dr. Hardman sat down beside his wife and Inga
walked around behind the couch which was sideways in the
large room.
"Marie Clair, bend over again and I'll make this quick.
Is her bath ready yet, Inga?"
While Marie Clair flipped her skirt up and bent over
again - legs apart and straight - grabbing her ankles,
Inga answered, "It will be ready in a few minutes,
Ma'am. Shall I go check on it?"
"In a minute. I want you to watch Little Marie's next
few spanks."
Marie Clair could have put her palms on the floor,
thinking, "I'll show them how obedient I can be!"
No spanks. waiting... then Dr. Hardman said, "Legs a
little farther apart."
"She is getting much better, isn't she?" inquired Mrs.
Hardman. Both were patting and tickling her bottom and
thighs. Then with a firm pat, not quite a spank, she
said, "OK, Little Marie, let's just go on up and take
your bath now. You girls run on up. Inga, help her
undress. We'll be up in a few minutes."
"Yes, Mum," Inga said with a grin. She seemed to skip
out of the room. THE BATH
It was the largest bathroom Marie Clair had ever seen.
Ruffled white curtains, several furry, white area rugs,
and a big tub, almost full of scented bubbles. Marie
Clair had never had help undressing before, but thought
she'd better cooperate. Besides, she was fascinated by
Inga. Marie Clair timidly asked several questions while
they were still alone, but all she got for answers were
several cryptic, "You'll see." for answers.
When she was completely undressed, covering herself with
crossed arms, she started to step into the tub which
stuck out into the middle of the room. Inga prevented
her from getting in with a gentle restraint on her arm.
"You're so pretty," Inga whispered into her ear. "You'll
like it here."
"Thank you," Marie Clair said out loud.
"Shhh!" still whispering.
Mrs. Hardman entered and closed the door. "Inga. Five
spanks. Now!"
"Yes, Mum," Inga replied as she quickly removed her
panties and presented her bare bottom to Mrs. Hardman
who was now sitting on the wooden stool dear the
dressing table. Inga bent all the way over. From this
view Marie Clair could see that she had no public hair.
Although she was surprised by this observation, Marie
Clair decided not to say anything.
While spanking Inga, Mrs. Hardman explained to Marie
Clair, "She wasn't supposed to be talking to you yet."
Coming to Inga's defense Marie Clair said, "She didn't
talk to me, even though I kept asking her questions. I
was the only one talking because I didn't know we
weren't supposed to. So I should be getting the
spankings, not Inga."
"My. That's commendable, Marie Clair, but we saw and
heard you both talking on the security cameras. There
are cameras all over the house - in every room. So don't
try to fool me. But I know you meant no harm."
Stopping after just three spanks on Inga's bare bottom,
Mrs. Hardman said, "I think that's enough. Seems like
you have a new friend, Inga. Why don't you undress and
hop in with her? You can help me wash her."
"Yes, Mum. I would really like to." Inga began
undressing, needing a little help unfastening some of
the underthings.
"Now, come here Marie Clair and let me inspect you
closer. I can see already we'll need to shave the fine,
reddish hair on your legs and your little tuft of red,
pubic hair."
As Marie Clair stood in front of her, trying not to show
her nervousness at being touched this way by a woman -
or anyone for that matter. "Hold up your arms. Turn
around. Good. Now hold your fanny open and bend over.
Farther." She was blushing - because Inga was watching
and because Mrs. Hardman was inspecting her bottom so
closely. "Looks very clean. Nice pink anus and such
pretty, tiny, pink nipples."
"Thank you, Ma'am," not knowing what to say.
"Bring me the scissors, Inga, so I can snip off this
little patch of red hair before the bath. We'll do
something nice with this hair tomorrow on our shopping
trip. Now turn back around and face me, Little Marie."As
she was snipping off most of Marie Clair's tuft of pubic
hair, Dr. Hardman walked in. Marie Clair immediately
bent forward and crossed her arms in front of herself.
Her attempt at modesty actually squeezed her rather
small, pointy breasts together and forward between her
arms - in a very innocent, but erotic way.
Dr. Hardman chuckled.
Inga chuckled, now naked and standing at attention by
the tub.
Mrs. Hardman said, "Marie Clair. Stand up straight. Put
your hands at your sides. Let me clip the rest of this
off." pulling Little Maire towards her with a tug on her
remaining pubic hair.
"That's so pretty," said Dr. Hardman, "Let me see."
holding out his hand for the next snippet of hair.
Mrs. Hardman snipped off a small bunch of fine, reddish
hair and handed it to Dr. Hardman. "This is so pretty,
why don't we leave a tiny patch just above her slit?"
"You got here just in time. Hand me the shaving cream
and I'll shape this to a narrow strip."
Dr. Hardman dispensed some foam into her hand which she
rubbed on Little Marie's pubic area, working it in,
especially between her legs. Marie began squirming, but
keeping her hands at her sides. "Open." said Mrs.
Hardman, forcing her hand back to Little Marie's fanny.
Marie Clair put her legs farther apart, still squirming,
beginning to enjoy the stimulation.
Mrs. Hardman began shaving with her right hand while her
left was back between Mraie Clair's legs rubbing shaving
cream on her bottom. Marie Clair squatted slightly to
put her knees farther apart, and pushed her hips forward
to help.
Dr. Hardman turned and began to leave. Both Inga and
Mrs. Hardman chuckled at the bulge in his pants, but
Marie Clair was watching the shaving and didn't notice.
"We'll have her all cleaned up in about 20 minutes,
Stanley," said Mrs. Hardman to her departing partner.
Inga and Mrs. Hardman washed her very thoroughly - every
square inch. Marie Clair couldn't remember ever being
bathed by someone else. It felt great. She didn't
understand the strange feelings she was getting. Sitting
between Inga's legs with her elbows resting on the sides
of the tub, she realized the hard bumps rubbing against
her back were Inga's nipples pressed against her -
moving - while Inga's hands 'washed' her tummy, breasts,
and pussy - pulling Little Marie tighter against her. No
talking. All three of them enjoying the bath experience.
The slender, 40ish Mrs. Hardman was kneeling outside the
tub, sill in her sleeveless blouse and above-the-knee
navy blue skirt. She had finished shaving Little Marie's
legs and armpits, with lots of washing, caressing. Inga
and Mrs. Hardman working in tandem, sometimes one
spreading her pussy lips while the other washed her
clit.
They helped her out of the tub, patted her dry with
pink, fluffy towels, and led her to the dressing table.
After brushing her hair, the two women decided to leave
it down - almost shoulder length.
They stood her up - she was completely docile not, not
questioning anything - just enjoying the new feelings.
While standing in front of the mirror, Marie Clair
noticed the narrow strip of reddish pubic hair, starting
about an inch above her slit and going up about two
inches. It was about 1/2 inch wide and uniformly short.
The fine hair laying flat against her. Her skin had a
pink sheen to it, with hundreds of so-pale freckles
giving her a 'metallic glow. In fact, Marie Clair almost
felt like she glowed.
"Here you are, Dear, your new bra." Holding it for Marie
Clair to step into. Her breasts stretched out the sheer
cups in the 34-A bra, but Marie Clair was thrilled. Her
first bra. Going away to school. A pretty woman giving
her a bath. Her first train ride. Shaving her pubic
area.... so many new experiences in one day!
There were matching sheer, silky panties with a pink
ribbon trim and a tiny bow in front.
Inga and Mrs. Hardman put ribbons in Marie Clair's hair
and taught her to apply make-up and lipstick. Dr.
Hardman stopped in several times to check their
progress, even taking a few snapshots during the make-
over. Marie Clair objected but didn't dare say anything.
2: Dinner With The Harmans
She wore a shirt skirt and sheer blouse over her new bra
and panties to dinner. She had never worn high heels
before and felt a little awkward. The white ruffled
ankle socks made her slim legs appear even longer.
Everyone commented how lovely she looked, including the
three dinner guests. Although Dr. and Mrs. Hardman and
their guests did seem to check out her sheer blouse
intently, nobody said anything. She figured they were
noticing her pretty new bra with the pink bow which
showed plainly. Actually the looks made her feel very
pretty.
As Marie Clair was introduced to each guest in the
foyer, she curtsied and said, "Pleased to meet you."
Each of the guests gave her a hug and kiss. In Marie
Clair's family they often kissed when greeting an adult
they hadn't seen for awhile, but they just kissed her on
the cheek. These visitors kissed her right on the mouth!
She found that she was always being 'trained' to the
Hardman's customs even in these social situations. Mrs.
Hardman coached her on making their guests feel welcome.
"When a gentleman bends down to kiss you, put your arms
up around their neck. Kiss them as long as they want to
kiss you. We may have to practice some more."
The three gentleman seemed happy to help with further
training, giving her several types of kisses. From a
hand shake and peck on the cheek, to a long lasting wet
kiss with a firm hug and one hand patting her bottom.
She was flustered with the practicing, trying to get it
right. At first she was concerned because her panties
were almost completely expos
ed when she reached her arms up, but soon forgot about
it while trying to concentrate on the kissing.
Mrs. Hardman smiled her encouragement. "She's kissing so
good that we might not need to spank her until her
birthday!"
"Perhaps not," said one of the gentleman. "I'm planning
to shop for her presents tomorrow. Let's practice a few
more kisses, Marie Claire, you almost have it right."
This was the gentleman who flicked his tongue across her
soft lips each time they practiced. Marie Clair was glad
he was so concerned with her learning.
Inga served. Again wearing her maid's uniform, which
surprised Marie Clair. "Nobody seems to notice Inga's
short skirt - so short you can see her panties each time
she bends over to serve..." Marie Clair was thinking to
herself. "Maybe it's OK." Near the end of the meal Inga
filled one of the guest's coffee cup so full that it
overflowed into the saucer. "Inga!" said Dr. Hardman,
"You spilled Mr. Long's coffee! Bend over for five
spanks."
She sat down the silver coffee server, lowered her
frilly panties to her ankles, put her feet as far apart
as the panties would stretch, then in one motion flipped
her skirt up while bending down straight-legged to hold
her ankles. Marie Clair could see her bottom and bald
pussy from just two feet away as Mr. Long gave her five
hard smacks. Then Inga pulled up her panties, said
"Thank you very much, Mr. Long, Sir." and then continued
serving coffee as if nothing had happened.
Marie Clair was beginning to find this family a little
strange... but fascinating. The kissing practice,
watching the spanking, the way her new panties felt on
her no hairless pussy - all were beginning to make her
feel 'funny' inside. She noticed that she was pressing
her legs together tightly and squirming in her seat
during 9 brief spanking episode.
When Marie Clair finally took her eyes off the sexy
Inga, she noticed the guests were watching her reaction
and blushed a bright red. She often blushed as red heads
do, but her body heat told her this might be a record.
"Marie Clair will probably enjoy her birthday dinner
tomorrow," chuckled one of the guests. The others
laughed their agreement, as she glowed even redder.
After dinner Mr. Long held Marie Clair's hand and led
her to the living room. As the others joined them
carrying their after dinner drinks, he sat in a big
stuffed chair and pulled Marie Clair onto his lap. With
one hand on her back and his other hand resting on her
knees he began to rub her with both hands at once. She
enjoyed the attention and being able to sit with the
grown-ups. She laughed along with them, even though she
didn't know what they were talking about when he said,
"Little Marie Clair is going to love her battery toys
tomorrow, don't you think?"
Several of them predicted that she might turn as red as
the stripes in the flag when they 'buzzed' her tomorrow.
Marie Clair continued to laugh along with them. They
joked about her birthday spankings, too. She unwittingly
replied she wasn't scared at all since she had been
spanked before. "Lots of times, sometimes without any
'padding' on, so I'm not worried about a few birthday
spankings."
Mr. Long had turned her on his lap so she was facing
away from him. She put her feet back on the big stuffed
chair so that they straddled his legs. He scooted her
back towards him. Now her feet were next to his hips and
her bottom was pressed tightly against him. "So,
spankings don't worry you. But are you very ticklish?"
asked Mr. Long as he scooted his hips forward a little.
"Let's see if you're ticklish." And he began tickling
her sides. As she wiggled around on his lap he
accidently lifted her skirt out in back so she was not
sitting on it.
Now she was sitting atop a stiff thing in Mr. Long's
pants, not knowing her skirt was lifted in back and
tucked into her waistband. He could see her brief, sheer
panties which did not completely cover her buns. "See if
you can hold still with your arms straight out while I
tickle you sides."
"OK. Try it. I can hold them out." she laughed. "I'm not
real ticklish." She was thinking to herself, "I hope
he's not mad. His thing is stiff just like my Uncle's
used to get when he spanked my bare bottom on the couch
at home. I hope I'm not hurting Mr. Long's thing. It's
right under me, but I'll pretend not to notice." Then
aloud, "OK, Mr. Long, just try to tickle me. I can keep
my arms straight out." and she held her arms out, trying
to stifle a giggle.
To the other adults, "Sounds like she's trying to
challenge me. Let's see how soon she brings her arms
down." And he began stroking up and down her sides - so
lightly she could hardly feel it. She wiggled and
squirmed on his lap, trying not to laugh or bring her
arms down, and sometimes conscious of the stiff bulge
pressing into her panties. Sometimes she jumped several
inches off his lap.
Wiggling, squirming, jumping - up and down, side to
side, but still she didn't laugh out loud or bring her
arms down, even when he accidently tickled so far around
her sided that he accidently tickled her breasts. She
pretended not to notice that either - "When in Rome..."
she was thinking, enjoying the total experience.
"If the adults here want to play like kids sometimes,
it's OK with me." And thought there was something
different about the way they were playing, but she
couldn't quite put her finger on it, still thinking, "I
hope I'm not hurting him with all this bouncing."
Now he was tickling harder - sometimes lightly,
sometimes almost pinching - up and down her sides, back,
and especially all over her tummy and breasts. Still she
held her arms straight out as she wiggled and bounced
even more. The other adults were enjoying the show and
their drinks, not talking very much. They all watched as
Mr. Long even pinched her breasts one at a time, while
tickling her on the other side everyone noticed her
tiny, but very stiff nipples protruding through her
sheer bra and sheer white blouse.
Mr. Long was also extremely stiff, enjoying the tickling
as much as Marie Clair, and enjoying the way her panties
were slipping down, exposing even more of her fanny as
she continued to bounce and wiggle.
"OK, you win," said Marie Clair as she finally brought
her arms down, still squirming. Laughing out loud even
though she lost. Her pent up giggles all coming out.
Mr. Long discretely untucked her skirt as her wrestled
her around sideways on his lap again. "Anyone else want
to tickle her? She lasted longer than I expected."
"No, we've some plans to make for tomorrow. I'd better
take her on upstairs and get her ready for beddie-bye,"
said Mrs. Hardman. "If she's good, I'll bring her back
down to kiss you all good-night." She came over and took
her hand to lead her away. Marie Clair tried bravely not
to show how much she really wanted to stay.
As she led Marie Clair upstairs the other gentlemen and
Inga looked at the smiling Mr. Long. He was looking at
his own lap, noticing the dark moist area on the front
of his light grey suit pants. "It wasn't me," he said
looking up, "she must be really wet."
Mrs. Hardman led Marie Clair into the bathroom and
helped her undress. "Why Marie Clair, did you wet your
new panties? Feel how wet these are." holding out the
flimsy, white silk panties for Marie Clair to feel.
"Umm, I don't know why they are so wet Mrs. Hardman.
Honest, I didn't peepee, but I really have to now."
"Are you sure you didn't? Well, go ahead and peepee.
I'll wait here with you and then show you your new
nightie," she said, "You're getting the new nightie a
day early." They both listened to her tinkle. When she
stood up Mrs. Hardman put a washcloth under the faucet
and let the warm water run a minute. "Better let me wash
you off before you try on your new nightie." And she
proceeded to wash off Marie Cair's now totally bald
pussy. She dried it off and felt it to make sure it was
dry.
She walked the naked Marie Clair to her room where her
nightie was laid out on the bed. "Where's the rest of
it?" asked Marie Clair. They could see the bed spread
clearly through the sheer, white, material.
"This is it." said Mrs. Hardman, "Isn't it pretty?"
"It's very pretty, Mrs. Hardman, but I can see right
through it."
"Yes, dear, that's how it's made. You'll like the way it
feels, so soft and silky. Aren't the embroidered designs
pretty?"
She helped Marie Clair try on the nightie. The ruffles
around the bottom edge went down to her waist, but not
onto her legs. "Ohhh, this does feel soft and silky like
you said. It's awfully short, though." And she walked
around by her bed fluffing it out with her arms. She
walked over to the big mirror and studied herself. "It
makes me feel so pretty. Like a grown-up. It makes my
skin tingle."
"Put on these slippers and come back downstairs with me
to say goodnight to our guests," she said quietly, but
her tone said there was no choice in the matter.
"But you can see right through it! I can't go back down
like this. I'm almost naked."
"Then make a choice, dear, the nightie or naked." seeing
her balk, Mrs. Hardman compromised, "If I give you
something more to cover yourself, will you come
willingly?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I want to see them."
Mrs. Hardman walked to the dresser and pulled out
another handful of something white and silky. Try these
thigh-high hose. they will cover your legs, dear."
Marie Clair gladly put them on, along with some high
heeled shoes, and reaching up to take Mrs. Hardman's
hand, Marie Clair said, "Well, OK. I might be
embarrassed, but they do all seem so nice they probably
won't laugh at me."
Near the bottom of the stairs, Marie Clair softly
confided, "I'm starting to feel tingly again, Mrs.
Hardman."
The men stopped talking as they walked in. All looked at
her approvingly. And Marie Clair was right - nobody
laughed.
"You look lovely in your new nightgown. Put your hands
down and turn around," said Dr. Hardman finally,
"Doesn't she look lovely, Gentlemen? Inga, get Marie
Clair a soda and she can stay up with us for a little
while before going nightie-night."
"Yes, Sir," Inga responded and turned towards the
kitchen, smiling.
Everyone wanted to hold Marie Clair on their lap to kiss
her good night and to play the tickle game for a couple
minutes. She felt like she was being passed around.
Several men complimented her firm, budding figure and
said that in a few years she would be a beautiful woman.
Each man fondled her tangerine-size breasts after
tickling her and said something about how nicely she was
developing.
She began to relax after the first ten "shy" minutes.
"This nightie makes me feel tingly all over." she
confessed to one of the men. He shared her comment with
the others.
Marie was sitting on Mr. Long's lap, facing him, with
her knees on either side of his legs when he asked to
see the lacy tops of her hose.
"Oh no! You would see too much," pleaded Marie Clair.
"Mrs. Hardman came angrily over to stand behind her at
that remark. "Don't ever refuse the request of a guest,
young lady. Now put your hands out to your sides again."
"Yes, Ma'am," as she held her arms out.
Mrs. Hardman reached down over Marie Clair's shoulders
and took the hem of the nightie in her hands and lifted
it up to Marie's chin - exposing her completely.
They played for about an hour and sent Marie Clair up to
beddie-bye - to dream and anticipate her birthday party.
"What a day!" Marie clair thought. "First train ride,
first bra, some new friends, and now a job as a live in
servant and student. What next?"
3: Marie Clair's 14th Birthday Party
"I feel so dressed up," Marie Clair said to Inga and
Mrs. Hardman who had just helped her with all the
starched slips under her short ruffled white dress. She
was wearing her ruffled ankle socks and 2 inch heels.
Her sandy-red hair was combed into two pig tails with
white ribbons to match her dress. With her sheer, white,
nylon panties and bra made her feel like a pretty 2nd
grader instead of a 9th grader!
At first she was disappointed that only 3 adults came to
the dinner party. Her disappointment turned to relief
after dinner when she saw all the beautifully wrapped
presents and learned about the 'game' she would have to
play to get the presents.
All three of the guests along with the Hardmans and Inga
would give her 14 spankings for each gift, along with
some "directions-following" challenges. They all told
her how pretty she was and lavished kisses and good
wishes on her. Marie Clair enjoyed being the center of
such attention and resolved to go along with their
'games' no matter how silly they seemed.
"Let's video tape Marie Clair's party tonight," Dr.
Hardman suggested before they left the dining room, "OK,
Marie Clair?"
"Well sure, Dr. Hardman. Nobody will see it except for
us, right?" Blushing, "Especially since you said I would
have to pull down my panties for the spankings."
"Only birthday guests will see it, Dear," Mrs. Hardman
replied for him. "Don't you worry. You might think it's
funny later."
They all went into the living room while Inga cleaned
off the table. Everyone was dressed up tonight, and even
Inga had on a longer skirt.
"Where are the rugs?" Marie Clair asked.
"We put the Persian rugs away for our party. We thought
we were going to have more guests." Answered Dr.
Hardman.
"First you need to open this one Marie Clair." said Mr.
Long, as he sat in the middle of the couch with a pretty
package. "Now for your 'directions following test' -
Lift up your skirt, pull your panties to your knees and
try to walk over here without letting them fall all the
way down."
Dr. Hardman was working the camera as she walked over to
stand in front of the couch. "Front or back first?"
asked Mr. Long as he slapped his hand with a paint
stirring stick. "Remember, I will spank softly on the
front and really hard on the back."
"Well, then let's start on the front," giggled out the
excited Marie Clair anxious to open presents. "Should I
stand here." as she lifted her skirt higher right in
front of him.
"No, lay on your back across my lap." And he pulled one
of the cushions down beside him for her head and
shoulders. "Let me pull your panties down to your ankles
so you can get your knees farther apart. Don't let them
fall off, but just keep them stretched between your
ankles. That's a girl. Put your knees as far apart as
you can. Each time I spank you say, 'Thank you for the
spank. Please do it a little harder, sir.' OK, Marie
Clair? Now open wide!"
Dr. Hardman stopped taping for a moment.
"OK, I'll say it, but please don't spank too hard."
Dr. Hardman started the tape again - just before the
first front spank hit right on the open mound between
her legs with a soft 'smack!' "Thank you for the spank.
Please do it a little harder, Sir." The next 13 spanks
got slightly harder each time. Her body twitched with
each stroke, but she continued to keep her knees wide
apart while Dr. Hardman zoomed in. Mr. Long stroked her
lightly between each spank.
Then she sat up on his lap and began opening the first
gift. When she pulled out the leather ankle and wrist
cuffs, each with a metal ring, she didn't know what to
think.
Mrs. Hardman presented the next gift after 14 medium-
hard spanks on her bare bottom. She took the time to
massage Marie Clair's burning fanny between spanks. To
everyone's surprise, Marie Clair thanked her also,
"Thank you for the spank. Please do it harder, Ma'am."
Then Marie Clair opened the present, clutching the navy
blue silk panties with no cotton liner, and a matching
sheer bra which she held to her chest with an
appreciative laugh and a hearty, "Thank you, Ma'am. I
love these."
"Come, Sweetheart, let's go try on your gifts and hurry
back down."
"No, no. It's just us. Try them on right here in the
living room. Besides, we all saw you naked yesterday."
reminded Dr. Hardman. The others agreed. So while the
video camera rolled, Marie Clair took off everything but
her shoes and tried on the new dark blue panties and
bra. They helped her with the ankle and wrist cuffs. Mr.
Long took a leaf out of the table, leaving a gap, and
put a pillow on the edge.
"Let's play over at the table now Marie Clair. Put your
legs apart so we can tie your ankle bracelets to the
table legs."
"Are you sure, Dr. Hardman?"
"It's part of the game. We'll fasten your arms to the
other end and your pretty new bra will hang in the
center of the table where Mr. Long took the leaf out."
Dr. Hardman coaxed the somewhat reluctant Marie Clair,
patting the pillow. She leaned over the pillow and they
pulled her feet next to the table legs and fastened her
cuffs with rope.
They stretched her arms forward to make it easy for Mrs.
Hardman to put the ropes through the metal rings and
fasten the rope to the legs at the other end. Mr. Long
had clamped the table open wide enough so her breasts
would be suspended where the table leaf had been
removed. Mr. Jones put a pillow on the other side of the
gap for Marie to rest her head on.
"These spanks will sting a little, Marie Clair, but be
sure to say 'thank you' again."
"Yes Sir." she replied without much enthusiasm.
Marie Clair resolved to answer with enthusiasm even if
it did sting, because she wanted all the presents.
Fourteen spanks later - all on video - they opened her
present for her. She didn't know what it was. It looked
like a flashlight body made of white plastic. Mrs.
Hardman twisted it and it started making a buzzing
noise. She put it up against Marie Clair's arm. It
tickled. "That tickles, Mrs. Hardman, but it feels
good." she commented as Mrs. Hardman walked it along her
side, pausing to tickle Marie Clair's new bra while Dr.
Hardman zoomed in on her face.
When Mrs. Hardman began tickling Marie Clair's new
panties he zoomed back in on her face. "Ohh, that really
tickles, Mrs. Hardman. Umm" as she began squirming. "Oh,
Mrs. Hardman. What is that thing?"
"We'll tickle you with this some more after you get your
next two presents." She promised the girl. Then to her
husband, "What time is it? Do we need to hurry?"
"Yes, we'd better give her the next two presents right
now. Let me open these for you Marie Clair." and he
began on the next one of the packages, setting down the
video camera. Mr. Long and Inga helped open the other
one in front of the curious Marie Clair.
"What's the rush?" Marie Clair asked them while trying
to figure out what the rubber ball with the leather
strap through it could be for. She knew what the
blindfold was for. "Is this stuff for the game?"
"Yes, Marie. Before we play the next part of the game we
want you to say this into the camera." and he gave her
the lines. "But of course, WE won't spank you any
harder. OK?"
She practiced once and then said enthusiastically into
the camera, getting into the spirit of the strange game,
still enjoying being the center of attention of the 5
older people, and looking forward to getting 'tickled'
on her panties again.
"I love to get spanked and tickled - front and back. I'm
going to pretend to object and struggle but it's just
part of the game. I really like to get spanked. Please
spank me real hard. I especially like to get spanked on
my bare bottom! Maybe you could even put your fingers in
me. I would like it if you did. Please spank me REAL
HARD!" Then they put the gag in her mouth and
blindfolded her.
As promised, Mrs. Hardman began tickling her panties
with the white plastic thing. It felt so good that she
began to squirm around whenever the buzzer pressed right
between her legs, causing a wet spot to develop on the
dark blue panties.
She felt vulnerable with her ankles tied to the table
legs, her arms stretching her forward over the gap in
the table, only wearing sheer bra and panties, ruffled
white ankle socks and her high heels, unable to speak or
see, but the feeling between her legs was holding all
her attention, until she heard the doorbell.
4: Maire Clair's Party Guests
The older adults all left to get the door. Inga slapped
Marie's extended bottom with a laugh. "Get ready for
your party, Honey." pressing her panties into her with
the vibrator. Then she left to greet the new guests. She
heard several adults walk in talking with the Hardmans
when the doorbell rang again. Marie tried to break free
to no avail, her pleading cries sounded like, "Ugghh,
unnff unggngh."
She began to pick up parts of conversations as the new
guests entered. "Mrs. Hardman, You remember Brian, don't
you? He just got his temporary driver's permit so we let
him drive us over tonight. And since Nick is only 12 we
didn't want to leave him home alone. Neither of the boys
wanted to come to a girl's birthday party, but I told
them they might enjoy it." Lots of hands were playfully
patting Marie Clair's bottom but no hard spanks yet. She
could feel herself turning red - brighter than her red
lipstick.
"Well, of course the boys are welcome. They can help us
spank and tickle her. But first let's all watch the
video we recorded earlier tonight." The room got quiet
as they all watched the video on the big screen TV. "The
boys will like this part where she pulls down her
panties and lifts her dress. Now, boys, look how she
twitches each time the little paddle hits her pussy, but
you can tell she likes it, can't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," said two young voices. "She is so pretty."
"Could I please get a copy of the video, Mrs. Hardman,
asked one of the young voices?"
"Why Brian, that's a nice idea. But first I'd like to
get shots of you and your brother spanking her. Wouldn't
you like to be in the video, too?"
"Yes Ma'am. That would be cool! Could I show it to my
friends?"
"That's up to your mother, but I suppose you could show
it to your friends at your house, just don't make
copies. OK?"
Marie Clair could hear herself getting spanked on the
video again, and begging for harder spanks - front and
back! Then she heard herself saying how she was going to
pretend to object and struggle but that she really liked
getting spanked and wanted the guests to put their
fingers in her!
"Mrs. Hardman," asked the younger voice, "Is Aunt Sarah
coming over? Maybe she could bring Billy. I know he
would like to spank Marie Clair, too. And he'll be
studying about girls and sex and stuff in his 6th grade
health class."
"Maybe I should run home and get my kids, too." said a
woman's voice, "They should learn about this."
"Splendid idea. I'll go call Sarah. Meanwhile why don't
you two boys give her a few practice spanks. It's OK for
you to touch her anywhere you want. Ask your mother if
you can pull down her panties in a few minutes."
"Oh, it's fine with me, Helen. I think it's healthy for
boys to learn what girls look and feel like. Go ahead
boys," said their mother. The boys spent the next 15
minutes giving her playful spanks and feeling her legs
and panties. Marie heard the door close without a
doorbell sound, which told her that the woman left to
get her kids. She wondered if they would be boys or
girls and how old they were. Her skin turned a brighter
pink - redder than her hair.
"Ungggh! Oggghh! Nnnnfgh!" moaned Marie Clair as she
fought again her bindings.
"Ungggh! Unnngh!" mimicked Brian, laughing.
"She's really pretending she wants to get away, isn't
she Brian. Oh, look. How's come her panties are wet
here?" asked Nick, the younger brother, while he patted
her fanny. "Did she pee in her panties?"
More visitors were now entering the room, including 12
year old Billy who ran over to join his cousins.
"She really likes this, Billy," said Nick, demonstrating
a hard slap on her fanny, "You want to try it?"
"Oh neat!" said Billy, "Let me practice the drums on her
butt!" and started laughing as he gave her a dozen
rhythmic but hard slaps. "Why are her panties so wet?"
"You boys! She's wet because she likes getting tickled
with this thing. Let me show you how to use it. Watch
how she wiggles when I press this up against her," said
Inga. She pressed the vibrator against Marie Clair's
panties, "Let me pull her panties aside and put this most
of the way into her. You boys watch and tell me when it
falls all the way out. OK?" Then Inga pulled Marie
Clair's panties back over the vibrator to keep it from
falling right out, and pulled them up snugly - tight as
a drum - trapping it in her. Whenever the vibrator
started to slide out, it formed a 'tent' in the wet area
of her panties.
"Unggh! Agghng!" as she tried to pull her knees
together, squirming.
"Unnnngh!" mimicked the boys, laughing again and pulling
the panties tighter whenever 'the tent' started to
develop. It took almost 5 minutes for her to wiggle it
all the way out into her panties. But that wasn't really
fair because the boys 'accidently' pushed it back in
several times before it came all the way out. While the
boys were thwarting Marie Clair's efforts to expel the
vibrator, the door opened and Marie Clair heard two more
kids enter the room, one of them running over to look at
her.
"Look at her panties," said a girls voice, "She must
have peepeed in them?" followed by some giggles.
"Heather, maybe you should go watch the video with your
mommy before you start saying stupid things." explained
Billy to the younger girl. "It's not pee. She's excited
to have us spanking and tickling her. But you're too
young to know that. When big girls get excited, that
gooey, wet stuff comes out."
"I'm almost as old as you, Billy, so shut up." Then to
Inga, "What's making that buzzing noise in her panties?"
"Ok," said Inga who had pretended not to notice the boys
kept pushing it all the way back in. "Look how much
wetter her panties are now. We'll be pulling them off in
a minute." As Inga pulled the slim vibrator out from
inside the panties. She pointed out to the curious boys
how wet and slippery it was. "Feel it, Nick. Let Heather
feel it. This is a slim one - about the same size as Dr.
Hardman's finger," holding it up for everyone nearby to
see. Several women raised their eyebrows at Inga's last
remark. The vibrator was glistening with Marie's
pubescent lubricant. "It's about the same diameter as
two of your fingers, isn't it Nick?"
"Here, Brian, You try it. Then you can try in on her
bra, too, if you want to, before you pull down her
panties. Oh, Hi, Robby, I didn't see you come in," said
Inga.
"Oh boy, this thing tickles my hand! Here, feel this,
Nick. You go first. You guys can tickle her with it. I
want to go feel her bra." The boys were talking quickly
and laughing, encouraged by the adults who were now
giving their drink orders to Inga. The doorbell rang
several times as other guests arrived.
Marie Clair heard several of the adults say things like,
"Boys will be boys. Her dark panties are wet already.
It's a great way for the kids to learn anatomy." And so
forth.
"Go ahead and pull down her panties now, boys. We're
going to give her some more spankings so she can earn
more of her gifts."
"Uuu, look. Her panties are sticking to her where they
are wet," said Nick.
"It looks gooey," exclaimed Billy, getting a close look.
"Can I touch it?" asked Heather.
"Of course, Dear," answered Heather's mom. "I wanted you
to see this."
"That 'gooey stuff' won't hurt anything. Girls do that
when they get excited. It's how their bodies make it
easy for things to slip into them," explained Mr. Long.
"That's it, boys. Pull them down as far as they go with
her feet fastened that far apart. Then you can take
turns putting a finger into her if you want. Did you
each give her 14 spankings yet?"
Dr. Hardman's deep baritone voice added, "With her legs
that far apart you'll have to really stretch them. Maybe
we should cut them off on one side. What do you think?"
The boys were now eagerly pulling them almost to her
knees, when the material ripped on one leg, so that the
panties slid all the way down to her left ankle.
All the adults laughed at the sound of the ripping
panties. Heather was giggling. The video was playing for
the new arrivals. One of the adults suggested that the
boys see how slippery the wet stuff was that was
glistening around Marie Clair's totally exposed,
upraised, bald pussy. A man wet his finger while showing
them how to push in slowly at first to make sure there
is plenty of lubrication.
"She is really wet. That means she's ready for things to
slip in, but first you'd better each give her the
spankings." saying this just as someone turned up the
volume on the TV so everybody could hear Marie begging
to get spanked harder. All four of the boys and Heather
had their heads close to Marie Clair's bottom, looking
intently.
"Come over here a minute, kids, and watch this and you
can see when she started getting wet. You can see other
ways her body changed when she received some front
spanks, too." They reluctantly accompanied Dr. Hardman
to the TV. He rewound to the beginning of the front
spanks and paused the tape. Marie Clair heard him
explain, "You can see inside her pussy in this close up
shot before the spankings started. Notice she is
completely dry and all the tissue is soft. It's
difficult to distinguish the different parts. Watch how
that changes over the course of the 14 spanks."
Everyone, including the adults, watched quietly, which
made the relative volume seem even louder as Marie Clair
twitched in the video with each spank and begged to get
spanked harder, and thanked Mr. Long for spanking and
rubbing her.
Although Marie Clair could not see the video she heard
several comments about how she seemed to get wetter with
each spank. "Now here's a close up after the last spank.
Notice how wet she is and see how the little bump in
front is swollen.
All of her tissue appears much firmer and somewhat
enlarged, doesn't it, boys? You can distinguish the
separate parts. See how easily Mr. Long can slide his
fingers over the erect ridge down the center. Her magic
button is at the bottom end of that ridge, just where it
flares out into two tiny flaps beside her hole.
"Yes sir. You can see the difference." answered Brian
for the group.
"That indicates that she really likes hard spankings.
Observing those changes in her pussy may help you in
your Health classes, too." He chuckled at his own humor.
Several adults asked to watch that part again as Heather
and the four boys went back to Marie Clair with renewed
interest in female anatomy.
"You can use your hand, one of the wooden paddles, the
belt, the hairbrush, this riding crop, or the cane, but
don't hit too hard with the cane. Maybe you should each
try a few swats with each one," said Mr. Long. "Each
type of paddle makes a different mark and a different
sound. Pay close attention and take your time. You'll
get to finger her soon enough." Then added in a quiet,
fatherly voice, "And boys... and you too, Heather...
remember that she kept saying that she likes really hard
spankings." then he gave them a knowing wink.
A lady's voice suggested, "Billy and Nick, why don't you
give her the spanks for your mothers. Then you can begin
putting your fingers in her and playing with the
vibrator."
Several more adults came over to watch this round of
spankings. The adults would give their spankings later
when the kids lost interest. One of them had been
videotaping the boys' fascination with little Marie
Clair's bottom with a new tape.
"I want to try that riding thing." said Nick eagerly, as
he swished it through the air.
"The paddle," said Brian "Well, I want to try all the
paddles, starting with the ping-pong paddle."
SMACK! on Marie Clair's left cheek. Brian then bent
closer to watch as the area reddened.
"Can I spank her in the same spot each time? Or should
I hit different areas?"
"Unnnngh!" Marie Clair squirmed.
"Wherever you want to, Brian," said Dr. Hardman, smiling
and patting him on the head.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! went Brian - all three in the same
spot, laughing with the other boys at Marie Clair's
noises and writing. "She really likes this doesn't she?"
They proceeded to each give her 14 hard spanks with all
of the different 'tools' provided, sometimes stopping to
rub her fanny and check to see if she was getting
wetter, even Heather checked. They had each
surreptitiously slipped fingers in while rubbing between
spanks, noticing the changes in Marie Clair's posture.
She tried to hunch forward away from the paddles but
then arched back into the probing fingers - as if trying
to wiggle closer.
"Brian, let's see who can make her twitch or flinch the
most," challenged Billy.
"OK. Let me try the belt next." Marie jumped in her
bindings as the next two swishes of the belt stung her
bottom. Brian winked at the crowd as he said aloud. "Now
for a really hard one. Stand back. Zoom in close on her
fanny." still grinning as he swished the belt over the
top of Marie Clair's back, missing her fanny completely.
Everybody laughed at Marie Clair's flinch when she heard
the sound of the belt in the quiet room. They laughed
some more and patted and felt her and taunted her with
things like, "Bet you're sorry I missed. Let me see if
she got wetter with anticipation - Yep, she did!" And
more laughter as all five children investigated her
pussy.
"Maybe we'd better wait before giving her the spankings
for your moms." suggested one of the ladies. "Let me
feel how wet she is now." Marie Clair felt a long
manicured fingernail flick her button several times and
then slide easily all the way into her. "Oh yes, boys.
You're doing a fine job on our little birthday girl."
The boys began sliding their fingers into her pussy,
commenting on how tight it felt inside. They commented
on the viscosity and color of the silvery wetness. Billy
and Nick almost started fighting - trying to get in
first, when someone suggested they see how fast they
could take turns. Marie Clair was now holding still so
they would not miss the center. She even lifted her
bottom higher, standing on her tippy toes and arching
her back to present an easier target. Billy's finger
plunged in the instant Nick's came out - over and over.
"Mr. Long, Dr. Hardman wants you to plug this wire in
the back of the video camera so everyone can get a close
up view on the large TV," and Marie Clair heard some
clicking as it was plugged in.
"If she's 14, why doesn't she have any hair?" asked
Billy while he was getting his fingers wet in the oozing
pussy. "Oh, this feels slippery, almost greasy."
"We shaved off her little tuft so you boys could see
better," answered Inga. "I shave mine, too. Can I get
you kids some pop? Remember, this is a party. I'm sure
our little birthday girl wants her guests to have a good
time!"
"Can we look at yours, Inga?" asked one of the boys.
"Maybe later, for comparison." interjected Dr. Hardman.
"She's busy now."
After the boys had been taking turns fingering and
feeling Marie Clair, someone suggested that the younger
boys try two fingers at once. "This is really fun!" said
Billy. "My fingers just slide right in."
"I want to try those 'front spanks,'" the taciturn
Robby, finally speaking, "OK?"
Mr. Long asked one of the other men to take over the
video camera and set up the kids so Robby could give
Marie Clair some 'front spanks.' "Billy and Nick, I want
each of you to put a hand on her fanny and your other
hand on her thigh just above her knees. That's it. Now
pull her open so Robby can hit the target."
"Hold her open a moment, boys," Dr. Hardman continued
his 'lessons.' "You can see part way up her vagina when
she is pulled open like that."
That comment renewed Marie Clair's attempt for some
modesty so she tried to squeeze her pussy shut, but each
time she tried, the pull of the boy's hands re-opened
her. The kids and the crowd were quiet as they noticed
that each 'squeeze-shut' effort pushed out almost a 1/2
teaspoon of her pubescent, glistening 'wetness,' which
dripped out to form a small puddle on the polished wood
floor between her fastened feet - all caught close-up on
the video.
Robby was very timid with the first few spanks, not
wanting to hurt Marie Clair and not wanting anyone to
know how much he was enjoying this. With encouragement
from the crowd he gave her some harder smacks - right on
her very firm little button. He paused several times to
check Marie Clair's wetness, enjoying his task, but
still not smiling.
Then the four boys took turns fingering her hole or
feeling the different parts in front. Two of the ladies
were discussing other nieces and nephews who might enjoy
learning anatomy this way. "If nothing else, we could
share our video with them."
Mr. Long said, "Here's another idea for you boys. Billy
and Nick, pull her fanny open again. That's it. Let me
show you something else. You could also put your fingers
in her bottom. You have to go slow and dip several times
in front to keep your finger slippery." He finally
pushed his finger all the way in even though Marie Clair
was squeezing as tight as she could. "She's trying to
squeeze shut, boys, so get your fingers really wet and
push in slowly - but hard."
"Let me try it," said Brian, "I bet I can get mine in
all the way the first time."
Everyone quieted down while he pushed his finger in all
the way. "Ummmggh," said Marie Clair beginning a rhythmic
squeezing with her anus, in attempts to block his
finger. All the boys tried it.
"See if one of you can use the 'tickler' while you take
turns on both holes. Bet you can't do it." dared one of
the adults. On the third time two fingers were in at
once while she was being tickled Marie almost lifted the
table she twitched so hard.
"Maybe we'd better stop for a few minutes boys, and let
her rest," suggested Inga. A couple of the other adult
women concurred and the boys headed towards her bra.
"Brian, take your friends to the bathroom first and wash
your hands. We'll be having some ice cream and cake in a
few minutes," said Mrs. Hardman.
The boys returned so quickly that Marie Clair heard
several adults chuckle comments that they couldn't have
washed very well.
"Get under the table, boys and see if you can unsnap her
bra in the front," said Mr. Long. "But don't touch her
titties yet. I want to show you something."
They had some difficulty trying to unfasten it, but
their determination eventually succeeded. The elastic
pulled the bra up to the back of her neck to hang over
the backs of her outstretched arms.
Mr. Long knelt beside the table to explain about Marie
Clair's breasts. "Our next anatomy lesson will focus on
her breasts. Look closely and you'll see that the pink
part in front looks soft and rounded. Those are her
nipples. Watch this one while I massage and pinch it."
While he fondled her right breast he explained to the
boys that the nipple was getting harder and pretty soon
the little bump on the tip would stick out. They look
kind of soft like marshmallows until you get her
excited," as he patted Marie Clair.
When he removed his hand, they could all see the
difference and were eager to try for themselves. "No,
just watch a minute and the other one will firm up, too.
Even if you just blow on it, it might stand out for you
in anticipation." The boys started blowing before he
finished his sentence, even Robby - betraying his
excitement.
The older Brian had been adjusting his trousers as he
sat under the table, aware that other things were
stiffening up, too, besides just Marie Clair's tits. He
didn't know it, but all the adults in the room were
noticing bodily changes of their own.
Heather wanted to feel them, too, which was fine with
her mom.
Several adults asked the boys to have fun with Marie
Clair's tits, but not to pinch too hard. "Try to
describe what they feel like. If her tits were fruit,
what type of fruit would match their size?"
Marie Clair cringed as Heather and the boys discussed
her attributes. Thinking of others seeing the video tape
- with close ups of her private parts and her begging
for harder spanks, and her very visible wetness, all
adding to her embarrassment.
5: Ice Cream and Cake... And Games
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Boys and Girls, ice cream and
cake is served. You kids sit over here and watch while
we unfasten Marie Clair's arms for a few minutes. She
may need to go the the bathroom after drinking all that
pop at dinner." announced Mrs. Hardman to the world.
While people were changing places and setting up some
folding chairs nearby, Mrs. Hardman whispered in Marie
Clair's ear to see if indeed she did need to go to the
bathroom.
"Ummmgh, ummm," which Mrs. Hardman interrupted as "Yes,
Ma'am."
"Inga, bring it in," ordered Mrs. Hardman while two men
unfastened her arms and helped her stand up, but they
still restrained her hands. They did not unfasten her
feet. Marie Clair felt herself being lowered onto a seat
right there in the living room.
"Hold her knees apart. If you kids want to watch her pee
you can come over in front." Marie Clair heard the five
of them come over to sit under the table, very close to
her. "OK, Marie Clair, You can go now."
"Unnggh. Unnnn" She wiggled as the pressure on her
bladder mounted in her upright position. She was
thinking how much better she would feel once she had
gone. And, "There's no way I could be any more
embarrassed than I already have been." she was thinking
to herself. So she went ahead and started peeing with
her knees held apart on the little portable toilet and
two men holding her arms out. Then she farted! How
embarrassing! As the pee started again, she farted
again. The children were roaring with laughter as she
finished and squeezed out the last drops with another
fart.
When the laughter subsided, Dr. Hardman continued his
instruction, "When you put your fingers into her bottom
some air got pushed in. That's why she farted. So don't
laugh too much, it's not her fault. Now we'll wipe her
off with warm washcloths and dry her."
After she was cleaned they helped her stand again, feet
still wide apart, fastened to the table legs. "If any of
you kids want to feel her some more while she's standing
up, go ahead. Notice how her breasts stick out like
lemons while she is standing? She doesn't really need a
bra to support them, does she?" The boys laughed in
agreement and began to feel her.
"Look, her pink nipples are getting stiff again. She
must like this," observed Brian.
Heather's small fingers felt different to Marie Clair,
but there was no way to object, as Heather experimented
with one then the other breast - squeezing, lifting and
letting it drop, twisting and pinching the nipple. Marie
Clair moaned in spite of herself.
She heard people bringing in the plates of ice cream and
cake and then felt her feet being unfastened from the
table and refastened to a bar of some kind which kept
her feet about 2 1/2 apart - the bar resting behind her
ankles and extending about four inches past her ankles
on either side. They fastened her wrist cuffs to another
bar which kept her ams straight out. They took off her
shoes and socks so she could get better footing. They
led her back from the table taking wide steps, unable to
get one foot within 2 feet of the other.
She was able to take short forward steps by leaning her
weight to the side and hopping the other foot forward.
The other kids laughed as she practiced.
"Maybe she needs some spankings to speed her up,"
suggested Brian, laughing to the point of coughing.
"That might help her learn faster," agreed one of the
adults. "But let's have our ice cream and cake first."
Two of the men helped Marie Clair sit down. Then they
laid her back onto some pillows so the bar would not
hurt her back. "OK, kids. Anybody want to eat some icing
off the 'Little Marie' table?" and Marie Clair felt
someone put a spoonful of icing on each nipple. "We'll
wipe her off after each person gets done so you won't
get any germs." and then he put a dab of icing into her
belly button and another on her thigh. "We'll put icing
on different spots and you can lick it off."
"Can I do it, too?" asked Heather. "I want to try it.
Can I eat her belly button? Please, please. I want to
play, too."
"Well, of course, Dear," answered Heather's Mom and Mrs.
Hardman at the same time, laughing, "Settle down, you'll
get plenty of time to play with our birthday girl."
For the next five minutes Marie Clair could feel the
kids eating the icing off her. She was quickly wiped off
as each spot was licked clean, and another dab was
placed somewhere else. Marie Clair was wiggling around
as the tongues tickled her tummy, legs, breasts, and
neck. She could not tell who was who but hoped she would
get to see the video later. The dabs near her lower
tummy kept getting placed closer to her mound - then on
the top of her slit.
She tried to sit up but couldn't get her balance because
one of the kids kept wanting to eat icing off her neck,
chin and even her lips which were stretched over the
rubber ball with the strap through it.
All the kids were enjoying themselves and the adults
enjoyed watching. One of the boys kept licking lower and
lower on her slit. Heather was playing with one of her
breasts with her fingers.
"OK, kids. Let's stand her up now. Let's watch her
practice walking."
Marie Clair could take short, hopping steps. She waited
several seconds between each step, wondering why she
heard the table being rolled away.
"Brian, since you had the idea of how to speed her up,
take this paddle and we'll all see if your idea works,"
suggested Mrs. Hardman.
With a gleam in his eye Brian took the paddle and walked
over behind her. Marie Clair stood up straighter trying
to tell by sound where he was standing. SMACK! right on
her fanny. SMACK! SMACK! two more hard ones in the same
spot sent her in a hopping gallop with her feet hardly
staying on the ground. The crowd applauded Brian's
training methods.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and she was practically running in
a wide circle, unable to get away from Brian who was
spurred on the laughter and clapping of the audience.
"Bravo, Brian!" "That's got her going!" "Good job, Lad!"
"See how her titties jiggle, Mommy?" "Perfect aim,
Brian!" "Harder!" and other comments as he 'trained' her
to go faster for several minutes.
He stopped spanking and she slowed down, then stopped,
trying to guess where he was. Everyone got quiet as she
slowly turned around in the center of the floor. Brian
was smiling broadly as she unknowingly turned her red
bottom right towards him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and he
followed her around the floor, walking, while she tried
to get away again - galloping as fast as she could, and
jiggling all the way around the room. The crowd cheered
as he spanked her about every five seconds, speeding her
up.
"Let's let her rest a minute," Mr. Long finally
interceded.
"Maybe the other children would like to help you 'train'
her," said Mrs. Hardman. "You can give her some more
'standing up spankings' - front and back, while she
tries to walk around. Now, how does she like them, kids
- hard or soft?"
"Hard!" answered all the kids at once. They ran to get
their favorite paddles, belts, and so forth. Heather
grabbed the belt which worried some of the other would-
be spankers who admired her enthusiasm but did not trust
her aim. Two men led Marie Clair back to the center of
the room and moved the remaining chairs and other
furniture out of the way.
Dr. Hardman pronounced, "Brian will get a prize for the
hardest spank so far."
Robby got back just as the men let go of her and smacked
her mound with the stir stick. As she turned around to
hobble away from him, he smacked her harder on the fanny
with the wooden paddle. He had a paddle in each hand! As
she tried to hobble away she felt the belt slap the back
of her leg just above the knee.
"Maybe we'd better just let 2 kids spank at a time."
Suggested Dr. Hardman - his request an order. Mr. Long
became the judge and timer, letting Brian and Heather go
first. Mr. Jones was the camera operator.
Heather's next swing with the belt hit her on the side
of the hip as she turned so that the tip of the belt
smacked directly onto her pussy, which bent Marie Clair
over. As she bent over Brian smacked her fanny with the
riding crop - standing her quickly back up again. The
adults and kids all laughed as Marie Clair hobbled
around, making her lemon shaped tits jiggle and bounce.
After 3 minutes of spanking, the referee said to stop
and to go kiss and rub the birthday girl. Of course
Heather liked the 'kiss' idea and went right for her
tits - just below her mouth level. Brian asked if he
could check her wetness while he tenderly rubbed her
bottom.
The judges looked at each other and then nodded in
silent permission. Reaching between her legs from
behind, his finger slipped all the way into her pussy -
no resistance at all. "She likes this game." he
announced sagely, holding up a glistening, wet finger to
the crowd awaiting his verdict.
Applause and laughter.
"Three Cheers for Maire Clair!" said Mr. Long.
"And three chairs for the helpful spankers!" said
several grown ups.
"See, the kids are learning a lot playing this game,"
commented one of the parents. "And I'm glad Marie Clair
is enjoying her role, too."
"The next two spankers are Billy and Nick. Are you ready
boys?" asked Mr. Long.
"No, I'm waiting for the belt," said Nick.
"Here it is," offered Heather. "But can I test her
wetness before I sit down? Please, I want to test her,
too."
"Sure, Honey," answered Mrs. Hardman.
Heather started fingering Marie Clair with gusto -
slipping two fingers at once into the stationary Marie
Clair. "Bet that feels good, doesn't it Marie Clair?"
chided Nick as he tested a short piece of the belt on
her fanny.
"Don't be mean, Nick," warned his mother.
"But she said in the video that she likes it hard,"
protested Nick with a wicked grin. "And I bet I can
spank harder than Brian!"
Laughing agreement, "You're right, Honey. Spank her as
hard as you want."
"Go!" said the referee
SMACK went the belt across the tops of the backs of
Marie Clair's legs.
And less that a second later the riding crop smacked her
bare pubic mound in an upward blow. Marie Clair began
hopping and turning as the boys gleefully spanked her,
thinking her noises expressed pleasure. The belt
continued to strike the backs, sides and fronts of her
legs from her knees on up, sometimes wrapping to the
inside. The stinging blows also hit her fanny and
sometimes the tip of the belt stung the front of her
pussy.
The crowd was laughing as Marie Clair jumped around,
hobbled by the two poles attached to ankles and wrists.
"Look how her tits jiggle, Mommy." giggled Heather. "She
is so funny."
"Break!" interrupted the referee after just two minutes.
"But that wasn't three minutes," objected Nick's mother.
"Start all over."
The red lines around her legs and fanny and across her
lower tummy showed everyone where the blows had been
landing.
"OK. They can have another two minutes with different
paddles." said the referee, "But first they might want
to let her rest while they check her wetness."
Mr. Long wanted to give her time to catch her breath.
"Marie Clair, try to squat down and open you legs for
the boys. That's a good birthday girl." As she spread
her knees, hunching her pussy forward for their easy
inspection.
She wanted them to keep inspecting her for two reasons.
Mr. Long had and idea for making it a little easier for
the nervous contestant. Her perspiration mingled with
her perfume giving off an sweet aroma. Her whole body
glistened with her sweat and there was also a slippery
trail of thicker wetness down the insides of her legs.
"Boy, this if fun, Nick. Isn't it?" as they each
inserted a finger into her slippery pussy at the same
time - for a very tight fit.
"Help me kneel her down. Why don't you do some softer
front spanks while she puts her head and shoulders down
on this pillow with her fanny up in the air?"
"Sure," said the boys.
"Well, I would rather just feel her tits some more,"
said Billy.
"Let me give the birthday girl her choice." said Mr.
Long. "If you want some gentle 'front spanks' and want
Billy to feel your tits instead of spanking you, just
lean forward and put your head on the pillows. If you
want them to see how hard they can spank you for a few
more minutes, then stand up." With that she knelt down
immediately.
Nick looked at her upturned fanny and changed his mind.
"I would rather put my fingers in her holes instead of
spanking her."
Mr. Long thought this over. "I'll ask the birthday girl
again. If you would rather have Nick put his fingers in
you instead of giving you a front spanking, then put
your knees farther apart."
And - her knees slid wider apart on the wood floor as
she arched her back tilting her 'holes' up for easier
access.
"I want to, too, Mommy. Please. Can I finger her again?"
"You already had a turn, but maybe Nick will let you do
a few for him."
"No," said Nick. "I want to do all fourteen in each hole
myself."
While the crowd was ordering more drinks from Inga,
Heather went over and whispered something into Nick's
ear.
Billy was happily fondling Marie Clair's firm, young
tits as the crowd refocused on the next round of fun
after getting their drinks.
"I'm going to show Heather how to put her fingers into
the birthday girl, Mom. She hasn't tested Marie's fanny
yet. Harummmp, Marie Clair, listen up. I want to show
Heather how to put a finger in your fanny. Your
challenge is to squeeze so tight that I can't put my
finger in. But first I'm going to put lots of your juice
in, so relax while I do that. Put your knees a little
farther apart if you accept my challenge."
Marie put her knees even farther apart, arching her back
more so that her chest was completely on the floor. Mr.
Long put more pillows under her outstretched hands so
the bar wouldn't press into her back. Nick dipped out
some of her lubricant and began pushing it into her
bottom, until his finger slipped easily in and out. "OK,
now try to squeeze so hard that I won't be able to get
my finger in. Wiggle your ass if you're ready."
Marie Clair wiggled her fanny back and forth then
tightened her anus as tight as she could and waited.
Nick got his finger wet again, waited a moment, placed
his fingertip on her puckered anus, and then pushed
slowly in - all the way, while turning his hand back and
forth slowly as he pressed.
"See Heather, that's how you do it," explained the
triumphant Nick. The audience clapped and laughed again
as Heather got her fingers wet and tried first with one
finger - then two, while Nick probed the front hole.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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