From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Cheerleader Summer (MMFFF, D/s, slaves, humil) [1/2]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 15:54:32 GMT

			 A Cheerleader Summer
			       Part One

	This happened several years ago back when my friend Tim and I
were both Juniors in High School. He had a twenty-year-old sister who
looked as good or better than most Playboy girls; she had been a
cheerleader in High School and the prom Queen and a homecoming Queen
for a local college. She was 5'8" and high waisted, so she had
extremely long, legs. Her golden blonde hair was kind of wavy and
reached to her shoulder blades, and she had bright green eyes. Tim
once heard her brag to someone on the phone that her measurements were
38-22-32. She also had olive-tinged skin, so she had a sort of
permanent tan look.

	Maybe you can understand why we would get obsessed with her
during the summer when she was usually wearing short shorts, minis,
cutoff tops, or her favorite bright yellow monokini and other sexy
swimsuits. We would take turns telling each other really mean and
nasty fantasies starring her. You know how often you'll read about the
centerfolds, and you read that they're as sweet and wonderful as they
look and so unpretentious? Well, Staci was exactly the opposite -
stuck-up, cruel, and insulting, and that's why we mistreated her in
our fantasies.

	She would always put down Tim and make fun of him in front of
her friends. Other boys started picking on Tim, because Staci was such
a tease, and they wanted to score points with her. And girls mostly
ignored him. They wanted to stay on Staci's good side and hang around
with her, because that's where so many boys were. Since I was his
only friend, I got treated pretty much the same way by her crowd. But
when I'd moved here in sixth grade, I was shy and all alone, and Tim
had become my best friend. That was before girls really mattered. But
I always had fun with him, and I wasn't going to be a traitor to him
now.

	The summer after our Junior year was especially bad. Staci was
back at home, and two of her friends from college were staying with us
all summer. They were cheerleaders at one of the large Florida
universities, so they were as popular as Staci and as mean to Tim and
me as she was. The night before everything started, Tim and I had been
on a double date with a couple of cute girls a year older than we
were. Staci ruined that by having some of her boyfriends start a fight
with us and two others leave with our dates. The next day our Staci
fantasies didn't even cheer us up until Tim got the idea. He asked if
we could borrow some of my dad's video cameras. My dad was an
amateur/semi-pro photographer who tapes weddings and other special
events for people. I knew that he wouldn't mind if we were careful.

	Tim said that Staci was at work that afternoon and that her
girlfriends had gone down to Galveston for the day and wouldn't be
home until dinnertime. I don't know why we never thought of this
sooner. We hid two cameras in the bushes outside Staci's room and
adjusted the curtains so that they had an unobstructed view. Between
the two of them, almost the whole room was covered. We also adjusted
the blinds of her bathroom so that there was a little gap at the
bottom, and we aimed a third camera through the gap and at the shower.
We were hoping to catch them each nude, and our plan was to make
copies to sell. As gorgeous as they were and as much as they teased so
many boys, we decided that we could easily take orders for more than
fifty tapes and charge $50 or even $100 per tape. Besides, we hoped that
having nude videos circulating among all of the boys around would
knock them off their pedestals a little.

	We were watching TV when Staci got home a little after 6:00.
We'd set timers on the cameras to start at 6:00, so we knew it must be
a good omen. Staci went into her bedroom. We heard the door lock and
the shower start shortly after that. No screams or anything - another
very good sign! The shower had been off for about ten minutes when the
other two got home. Tim told them that we were going over to my house
for dinner and to stay the night. The idea was that they would be less
inhibited if they knew we weren't around. On the way to my house, we
were talking about what we would see and wondered if they'd invite
some boys over so we could videotape an orgy... but we didn't really
anticipate that.

	The tapes were scheduled to run out about midnight, and we
kept checking the clock, awaiting that moment all night. About 12:30,
we snuck over to retrieve the tapes. The house was dark, and the
cameras were still where we'd left them. We were really excited by
what we knew must be on them, and we went back to my home and got the
tapes set up in dad's workshop. We were rewarded at the very start as
Staci walked into her room. She had on a short blue skirt and a light,
transparent blouse. She took off her top and her bra and began playing
with her spectacular breasts a little as she walked to the closet.
That already guaranteed this tape a spot on the local hot list, and we
were comparing her top with some famous playmates. Then she really
surprised us; you could see one of her hands disappear and begin
groping under her skirt. My heart skipped a beat or two while I tried
to remember how to breathe.

	At the closet, Staci pulled down her skirt, hung it up and
then slid her panties down those long, luscious legs and into a
laundry basket. Then she faced the mirror and watched as her self-
pleasuring intensified. Our cameras had a rear view and kind of a side
view, and Staci blocked the mirror, but there was no question what was
going on. Abruptly, she stopped, slipped off her shoes and headed to
the shower. That camera captured her heading in, and we fast-forwarded
the three tapes to the point where she stepped back out. She did just
what we wanted her to - she stood on the small rug outside the shower
and toweled off, directly in the path of our camera.

	Then, she cocked her head, wrapped the towel around her body,
and headed to the other room. She opened the door, and the other two
walked in. As Staci began to close the door, Nikki yanked the towel
from her body, and Staci's body language screamed, trying to get
behind the door. The other two laughed, and we guessed that they were
telling Staci that Tim and I had left for the night. (We would find
out the next day when we retrieved the recorder and microphone that
we'd hid in the room to capture what all they said.) Nikki and
Jennifer each gave Staci's breasts a squeeze, and they pulled their
extra-large T-shirts off over their heads. Nikki was standing there in
a tiny, pink bikini, and Jennifer had on a floral one, but they both
stripped and headed for the shower. Staci returned to the closet.

	This was perfect; we had a private, nude tape of three of the
most sexy, gorgeous women we'd ever seen (in person or in magazines).
It almost made up for how rotten they'd been treating us. But then it
got better. Nikki and Jen stepped into the shower together, and Staci
got going in front of the mirror again. After just a couple of
minutes, she went to the bathroom and slid open the sliding shower
door. Nikki and Jen were kissing passionately. Staci kind of pulled
Nikki out and down between her legs, and Jen followed her out and
began kissing Staci. Without dwelling on all of the details, they did
the kinds of things that girls can do with their tongues and fingers
to each other... right in front of our camera! Then they went to
Staci's bed to do it all again.

	They never did bother to get dressed. They sat around and
talked, caressing each other. They turned on the stereo and danced,
too. They eventually left the room. After a couple of hours of tape
had passed, Jen came running into the room with Nikki and Staci
chasing her. They got her on the bed, and she and Nikki began
wrestling and tickling each other while Staci stood off to the side
and played with herself. Then Staci joined them on the bed and got
them to lick her. (She always had to be in charge!) Finally, Staci
got up and turned out the lights.

	Tim and I knew that we had a runaway bestseller here! We would
merge the tapes into one and combine it with the audio. We argued how
much to charge ($500 seemed appropriate to us but probably wouldn't
generate enough business), and we speculated what this would do to
Staci's Goddess Queen role.

	The next morning (okay, afternoon, because we had been up late
and slept until past 1:00), we retrieved the audio tape from Staci's
bedroom. We were anxious to begin our editing, and we really didn't
care that much about the sound, but we wanted to get it before Staci
or her friends found it. We played it while we did our editing. Most
of it was just dirty talking or moaning, but there were about thirty
minutes, when they were lying around in the bedroom talking, which
were more important than the video!

	During those thirty minutes, the girls ridiculed and insulted
all of the men who seemed stuck to them. They laughed so hard that it
we couldn't hear all of the comments, but the message was clear: they
thought that the men were only good for teasing and using to get
dinner and presents and for running errands; they also thought that
the only lovers worth anything were other women. Then they tore into
the other girls who were their friends - rating each one of them and
identifying each one's flaws, always comparing the others to
themselves as the top of the scale for physical perfection. It was Tim
who saw the potential in the tape and said that he didn't want to sell
it to anyone. I was confused until he explained his plan, and then I
was convinced.

	We spent nearly a week merging and editing the four tapes, and
we ended with a little more than three hours of video. We set our plan
to begin on Saturday morning. We knew that Nikki and Jen were going to
visit San Antonio for the weekend. Tim's parents were out of the
country all summer, so we were set. We were watching TV at about 10:30
in the morning when Staci came out of her room. She was gorgeous. She
had on a T-shirt that ended several inches above the top of her tight
blue jeans, and she was barefoot. Like always, I wanted to wrap my
arms around her and kiss her, but she made some nasty comment about
hating to start her day by seeing garbage like us, and that reinforced
my resolve towards our plan.

	Tim told her that he wanted her to wear a skirt today and to
go take off her jeans. It kind of shocked her that Tim would try to
give her an order, and she swore at us as she walked off. Tim said to
wait, because he had something she should see. We began the VCR; the
tape was already forwarded to the scene of the three of them in bed. I
have to admit that Staci is very smart, and she recognized immediately
what was going on. She didn't say anything as we played part of that
scene and then forwarded to their frank discussion about boys. Staci
understood the significance of what this tape would do to her status
among her worshipers. Tim asked if she wanted to see the whole three
hour show, and she told him no.

	Tim ordered her again: "Didn't I tell you to take those pants
off?" Staci stood up and tried to bargain with us. The transformation
was amazing to watch and was so sudden that it could have given us a
whiplash. Instead of the cold, nasty Staci, she aimed all of her charm
at us. "I get it. So I apologize for being so mean to you - I didn't
know how clever you really were. And I promise to be nice to you from
now on. And if I let you order me around for the day, or how about the
whole weekend to make it even better, then you'll let me have the
tape, right?" Her voice carried the coy, teasing sense of promise that
she used to persuade her boyfriends to let her always have her way.

	Tim shook his head harshly. "No, you don't understand. You're
going to follow all of our orders forever, and you never get the tape,
but all of your friends here and at school in Florida will get a copy
if you don't do what we say. Now this is my last warning: take off the
pants!"

	She looked frightened for a moment, and then she slowly undid
her pants, peeled them down her legs, and stepped out of them. Her
tiny, bright red panties stood out and shined against her tanned legs.
We could see some of the lighter area normally covered by her bikini
and the top of her pubic hair. "Satisfied?" she asked. Her voice was
regaining its natural tone of scorn towards us. She turned around
once; the panties did nothing to cover her fine ass, and I wanted to
go caress it.

	Tim walked over to her. "No, I've changed my mind about you
wearing a skirt," and he pulled her panties down to the floor. She
kept her attitude of pride and arrogance as she just stepped out of
them and put her hands on her hips. "So is this how you've decided to
get a date?" she spit. We didn't answer, but I got up and walked over
to her. Together we took off her top and her bra. Staci's brashness
seemed to melt as he clothes disappeared. She was a tease no longer,
but now a gorgeous, sexy woman ready to do anything we commanded -
make that a gorgeous, sexy, NUDE, woman. Her magnificent breasts
mesmerized us, and we began kissing them.

	We think that Staci was getting excited; she would say that it
was just an act. Either way, I know that we surprised her when we both
stopped, and I sat back down in the chair. Tim told her to go lie
across my lap. Now I know that Tim and Staci's parents never spanked
either of them, but Staci clearly understood our intentions, and I saw
a flash of panic on her face. She dropped to her knees in front of
Tim, begging him not to spank her... that she would do anything to
avoid it. He reached down without saying anything, took a handful of
her hand, and slowly made her stand back up. Then, he turned her
around and gave her a little push in my direction.

	She was still begging wildly, and her hands had crept around
to cover her behind, but she kept walking towards me. When she got to
me, she looked into my eyes for help. I put my hands on her waist and
lowered her over my knees. I was astonished at how scared she was of a
spanking and how all of her defiance had vanished in the face of this
threat. Tim went to his room, and I began moving my hand around and
around on Staci's tight cheeks. I marveled at how they fit so nicely
into the cup of my hand, at how smooth and soft and tender they were.
All the time, Staci was repeating "oh, that feels good, don't stop,
please don't hurt me." I was getting hypnotized by her quiet pleas,
the desire in her voice, and the feel of her hot, sexy body on my lap
and under my hands.

	Suddenly, I began spanking her to break the spell. She wailed
and rolled off my lap. She sat on the floor in front of me, crying,
begging me to stop. I was captivated by the way her breasts jiggled
with each of her sobs. Tim had returned from his room, and he took a
picture of her there. "The lap or the tapes," he reminded her. Still
whimpering, she slowly climbed back onto my lap. This time, I reached
down so I could play with her breasts as I rubbed her bottom a little,
and then I resumed her spanking. She kept trying to put her hands
behind her to block my blows and to rub away the sting, so Tim held
her hands in front of her.

	After her bottom was totally red and my hand was getting sore,
Tim sat and told her to lie across his lap. He was waving a hard
plastic ruler. That's when she broke down and abandoned any remaining
remnant of her superiority attitude. She knew that she wasn't a Queen
or a Goddess anymore but just a naughty girl who was getting twenty
years of punishment in a single sitting. She realized that she
couldn't bargain or tease or beg her way out of anything; that tape
made her into a slave.

	She got on Tim's lap without any more orders or threats, but
she couldn't stop the flow of tears. Every whack from the ruler was
met by a fresh scream, and she began kicking her legs. I kneeled down,
got hold of each of her legs and clamped each of her knees on a
shoulder - with my head between her thighs. I was very satisfied with
my view!

	When Tim finished, he had Staci stand up so he could take
pictures of her from the front and back. She didn't bother to argue;
her attitude and her dignity were gone. We ordered her to stop bawling
and to do the oral sex thing on each of us. I didn't have anything to
compare it with at the time, but I was certain that she was giving us
everything she had to satisfy us so we would stop punishing us. We had
her take a shower (while we watched), and we let her put on her makeup
and jewelry but not any of her clothes. For the rest of the day, we
had her clean around the house and get things for us. That night, I
had sex with her - Tim didn't want to go that far with his own sister.
This was quickly making up for the years of mistreatment that we'd
had.

	We kept Staci nude again Sunday morning, until we decided to
use one of my recurring fantasies of playing doll with her. She was
the doll. Boys were always giving her sexy lingerie as presents,
hoping that she would wear it for them (in their dreams!), but Staci
kept it and had drawers full of it. We got it all out and had a
fashion show. Tim and I would dress her in an outfit, and she would
walk around and model it for us. I had just removed her transparent
body suit (Tim got to dress her, I got to undress her), and she was
standing there nude, waiting for the next item.

	Tim chose the next item from the pile - some emerald green,
crotchless panties, and he put them on her. He paused, then asked her
to show us how she plays with herself so that we could learn to do it
the way she likes it. This really embarrassed Staci, but she was now
in the habit of obeying our demands. She started slowly, and then her
free hand began pinching her nipples as she got going. Tim and I took
over after a little while, and I believe she was having as much fun as
we were.

	After that, Staci and I got in the jacuzzi together, and I
soaped her all over, washed her off, and then had her suck on me
again. We spent the rest of the day on the couch kissing and me
fondling her. I had her put on a denim miniskirt so that she could
cover her bruises when her friends got home, but I kept it bunched up
at her waist until then. Tim had gone off to the craft store to get
some things to prepare for tonight, but now he was just watching us.
He was enjoying seeing his sister having to act slutty instead of
arrogant and condescending. Besides, he knew that his fun would be
arriving later.

	When Nikki and Jen got home, they knew immediately that
something strange had happened while they were away; Staci was making
out and showing off with the two most contemptible boys on her list.
We'd given Staci the plan for the night, and she told Nikki and Jen to
sit down, because we had something that they needed to see. We
restarted the tape at the same place as the day before. Nikki screamed
as soon she saw their three luscious bodies frolicking on the bed, and
she stood up like she was going to attack one of us, but Staci shouted
for her to sit down and watch. We played the same scenes as before.

	These two weren't as sharp as Staci and didn't get it right
away. They were furious at us for taping them and demanded the tape.
Nikki was swearing at us, and Jen started to stomp out of the room. It
was Staci who got them to calm down and see the predicament that they
were in. We told them to undress. Jen started right away with some
comment about how everyone's always after her body but that she never
had imagined that she'd be showing it to a couple of nerds. (She still
didn't perceive what they were in for.)

	In the time it took for Jen to completely strip, Nikki had
just gotten her shirt off. I went over to help her with her bra, and
she jerked away from me and continued on her own, glaring at me the
whole time. Tim was kissing Jen and rubbing her body, and Nikki was
down to her high cut, turquoise, mesh panties. I started playing with
her breasts, and we kissed. As I rolled her panties down below her
bottom, she grabbed me tighter and french kissed me. They thought that
they knew our plans and that this would satisfy us and earn them the
tape.

	Tim and I drew back and said that they had to wait, that there
would be time for this after they were punished for being so rotten
here so far. They looked confused until Staci pulled down her skirt to
stand naked and show them her marks. That worried them. We told them
that they didn't deserve as much punishment as Staci and that we
wouldn't hurt them (but Tim and I had agreed that we needed to do
something to give them the same slave attitude that Staci had now).
That relieved them but confused them more. I led all five of us into
Staci's bedroom. Tim got the twine he'd bought and told them to lie
down, face up and side-by-side, on Staci's queen-size bed. Tim tied
all four of their wrists to the headboard, and I tied their outer legs
to the bed's legs. I tied their two inner legs together at the ankles.

	It was beautiful to see those two ravishing young bodies lying
there helpless and nude. Each of them was a breathtaking knockout
worthy of endless dreams and fantasies, but I also still felt that
neither of them could enchant me the way that Staci's hard body, lush
curves, and sensual nature could.

	We took lotion and rubbed it all over their bodies. They were
starting to twitch in uncomfortable delight, and I suspect that they
thought that they were going to enjoy this punishment. We concluded by
rubbing them the way that Staci had taught us to play with her earlier
that day. We could see how excited they were getting, and that's when
we stopped. They both cried out for us to finish. I took some pictures
of them like that while Tim left the room and returned with his
purchase from the craft store: three long feathers. Tim and I took the
feathers and began tickling the defenseless girls. We tickled them
under the chin and underarms, along the ribs, up and down their legs
and thighs, and especially all of their most intimate and sensitive
spots.

	They laughed so hard that they were crying, and we stopped
several times so that they could catch their breath. They kept
pleading with us to let them go, apologizing for acting cruel,
promising to let us treat them any way we wanted - just like Staci. We
warned them that they had to do anything we told them to do, without
question or delay, or that they'd get a worse punishment next time.
They agreed, and we untied their wrists. As Tim untied Jen and I
released Nikki, they each hugged us tightly and kissed us
passionately. Nikki leaned back, pushed my mouth to her breasts with
one hand and, with her other hand, led my fingers back between her
thighs. I saw Tim free Jen's ankles and go off with her to his room.
Nikki and I had sex there on Staci's bed, and I spied her spread in
front of her closet mirror and playing with herself.

	Later, I sent Nikki over to Tim's room so she could
demonstrate all of her gratitude to him. I had my own wonderfully
erotic and desirable slave whose breasts I wanted to taste again
before I fell asleep. I called Staci, and she climbed into bed with me
and cuddled me while I petted her. We continued our kissing that had
been interrupted when Jen and Nikki had come home. This day had been
more phenomenal than even my most glorious dreams. I remember falling
asleep with a hand cupping her lovely bottom while has soft breasts
rested against me and a long leg curled around me.

	The rest of the summer was spent with these girls fulfilling
our desires and fantasies, and I'll just repeat some of the more
remarkable events that we had together.

	On the Tuesday after the first weekend, Tim and I had spent
much of the day at a comic book convention and then playing on my
computer; his tape was missing, and so were the girls. We had made 5
copies of the tape. 1 for him, 1 for me, and three that we put into a
safety deposit box with the originals.

	I brought my tape over and we started it in the VCR. We could
hear the girls laughing as they approached the door about an hour
later; they'd been out drinking. They came in and were calling for us,
asking if we'd lost anything, insulting us - until they got to the
living room and saw what we were watching. They sobered up very
quickly! Nikki swore. I said "you know what you have to do, don't
you?" Staci began stripping as fast as she could; Jen took the cue and
did the same, but Nikki scowled at me and said sarcastically "no, why
don't you tell us, Master." I walked up to her and stared in her eyes.
"They're doing fine, but don't you even think about moving until I
tell you to." I reached up her mini-skirt, grabbed her panties, and
pulled them halfway down her thighs.

	Staci and Jen were standing nude, off to the side. Tim was
playing with their breasts and telling them to be patient. (We had
planned their punishment while waiting for them, but this was an
unexpected wrinkle.) I told Nikki "I've noticed that you're always the
last one to get undressed. Maybe these clothes aren't any good," and
I cut up the panties and tossed them into a corner.She was wearing a
thin, pink blouse; I pulled it out from the skirt and cut it up the
front and back into two parts and stripped it from her body.

	I slipped one blade of the scissors under the bra and held it
still so both of her breasts could press against the cold metal. I saw
a shiver run through her body. I snipped the elastic, and her breasts
burst out. Then I cut through the elastic on her shoulders and threw
away the bra, too. "See, it should be easy for you to get undressed. I
like this skirt too much to cut it, so hold it up for me as high as
you can. You have such a cute body that I hate it to be covered." She
followed my orders, and I separated her legs so that I could caress up
and down her thighs. Then I walked slightly behind her and started
squeezing her ass so she wouldn't anticipate what was about to happen.

	I took the ruler and smacked her as hard as I could. She
gasped, let go of the skirt, and whirled around in one move. "Turn
around and get that skirt back up," I demanded. "There's a penalty for
being last and being uncooperative." I thought that she was going to
argue, but I could see her trying to hold back the tears; all of her
fight had left her. She did what I said, and I smacked her other cheek
hard, too. She shook but wasn't crying. "All right, go stand with the
others."

	"Do you want me to take my skirt off?" she asked. "You have
to always do what you think we want you to do. Otherwise, you keep
getting punished."

	She pulled her skirt off and went to stand next to Jen and
Staci. I could tell that she'd finally given in.

	Tim started telling them that what made us upset was that they
had thought that we were so stupid that we would only have one copy of
the tape and that we would leave it lying around where they could get
it. He got to where he was shouting at them, waving his arms and
asking if that's what they really thought of us. Of course, the girls
weren't going to say anything. They just kind of cringed, unsure of
what punishment to expect.

	I stepped towards them. "We think that only the guilty one of
you should be punished. Tell us whose idea it was, who was in charge."
They all just kind of looked down at the floor. "Fine, we'll just have
to help you remember." I went up to Nikki and asked her "Nikki, who
stole the tape." She didn't answer, so I told her to bend over, to
grab her ankles, and to spread her legs a little. Her breathing sped
up a little, but she did it. I whacked her five times, hard. By then,
she had lost her battle to keep back the tears.

	I moved on to Jen. "Your turn, Jen, who did it?" I pressed the
ruler against her bottom and started pushing on her back to bend her
over. She cried "It was Staci! She did it! Please don't paddle me!"

	"You little liar!" Staci shouted.

	I told Jen that since they couldn't agree, we would have to
continue working on their memories. I pushed on her back again, and
she was getting slightly hysterical, begging us to believe her and to
let her do anything else for us but not to spank her, because she'd
never been spanked in her life. I was firm and told her to bend over,
because she was going to get her five swats, but we would only count
the ones while she was bent over. She got in the position but kept
screaming "I hate you Staci! I hate you!" between her sobs. I tried
to take it a little easier on her.

	Then it was Staci's turn. "Come on, Staci, who did it?" She
just stood there and shivered. I gave the ruler to Tim, and he gave
her the spanking.

	I went back to Nikki and asked her if she was remembering
anything, and I patted her bottom. She swore at Staci and told her to
admit it; Staci was crying but didn't answer, so I gave Nikki five
more. I was enjoying making her squirm.

	Jen was on her knees when I came up to her. "We can keep doing
this all night until you agree on who's guilty, and then we'll start
the real punishment." Jen let out a deep sob and leaned back until she
was lying on her back, her knees sticking up in the air. "Please, no
more," she implored us. "Can't you do something else?"

	I looked over at Staci. "Come on, Staci, do you like torturing
your friends like this? Tell us the truth." She kind of sank to her
knees and curled up. Faintly, we heard her say "it was me." I told Jen
and Nikki to get up, and we ordered them to punish Staci for us. We
warned them, though, that if they didn't do a good enough job, we
would have to punish Staci and them, too.

	They descended upon Staci with such fury that I don't think we
even needed to add that last warning. They were much more savage than
Tim and I would have been: spanking her, yanking hair, pinching,
pulling and twisting her breasts, and more. I left the room. After
they left Staci tied up in the shower, Jen came and spent the night
with me.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Cheerleader Summer (MMFFFb, D/s, humil) [2/2]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 15:55:08 GMT

			 A Cheerleader Summer
			       Part Two

	I got up early the next morning to release Staci. I got in the
shower with her and helped to clean her off. Sure, we wanted her
compliant, but I didn't want her to lose the mystique that made her
more special that anyone else. She didn't want to let go of me, and
she kissed me all over my body. That morning is what I remember as the
best sex of the summer. After a while, we dried off and moved to her
bed. She still kept holding on to me; she kept her body tightly
against mine, and I felt her finally relax while I kept caressing her
back and her ass.

	For the rest of that day, we had Jen and Nikki make up to
Staci. We didn't want any lingering hostilities (and it was fun to
watch the three of them in bed). By the end of that day, everything
seemed forgiven among them again.

	The girls had only been our slaves for about a couple of weeks
when we were going into a store one day. Of course, they all had on
real short skirts and looked gorgeous. As we went in, a plain- looking
boy about our age was obviously staring at them. Nikki made some nasty
comment loud enough for him and the rest of the people around us to
hear - something like "Don't even think it; I don't need nerds like
you looking at me!" The other two kind of giggled. Although she acted
deferential enough to me and Tim, she was twice as cruel to everyone
else. It really got to me right there, because I had been kind of in
his spot just earlier this summer. I called for him to wait and told
Nikki to apologize to him. She did, but it was very sarcastic, and
that made me even more upset.

	I told the boy that we were trying to teach Nikki to be polite
and would he help by punishing her. He looked confused; so did Nikki.
He said that he didn't think he should. I told Nikki to convince him
that he should spank her, or else Tim and I would go home and do it.
That scared her enough to sincerely plead with the boy to punish her.
There were people all around us, so she was practically whispering. He
still wasn't convinced, so I told Nikki to pull up her skirt and turn
around for him.

	Nikki was wearing a white tube dress, extremely clingy and
just below her ass. I'd seen how Tim had dressed her, too: no bra and
flesh-colored thong panties. She turned bright red in horror and
looked at Tim, hoping that he would give her a reprieve, but Tim and I
had agreed weeks ago not to interfere with each other during scenes
like these. She knew that she really didn't have any choice, and she
hiked up her dress. I was certain that this would convince him; Nikki
probably had the best looking bottom of all three girls, one that you
just couldn't resist.

	He agreed - vigorously enthusiastic, and I quietly told him to
follow me. A crowd had begun to gather to watch Nikki's show, so we
began walking across the parking lot. At the far end, I stopped
between two vans but where there was enough space for us, and I told
Nikki to give him her panties. "Please, do I have to?" she asked. "You
saw they don't cover anything, they won't be in his way."

	"Yes," I told her, "but I'm tired of how mean you act to
people like him, and I think he deserves this payment from you. I want
you to remember it next time you're tempted to mouth off to someone."
She reached under her dress, pulled down her panties, stepped out of
them, and handed them to the boy. "Now, your dress."

	"I can't do that here!" she whispered violently.

	"Okay," I told her, "your choice. We can either do a short
session here or we can all go back home for a long one."

	She paused for just a moment, considering the humiliation
versus the pain and then began slowly lifting up her dress. I could
see her shaking. I also suspect that the punisher enjoyed this slow,
embarrassed strip as much as the spanking. We left the dress lying at
her feet, and I had her bend over and spread a little. He didn't take
it easy on her, and I also noticed that his hand lingered on her ass
after each swat.

	After twenty, I had him stop, thanked him, and sent him away
(with Nikki's panties as a souvenir). Normally, Nikki is the loudest
screamer when we punish her, but this time all she had done was
whimpered. When she stood up and dressed again, I saw that she was
still crying profusely. I wasn't sure if it was because of her burning
bottom or the degrading display. Either way, I never saw her mistreat
a stranger again.

	Throughout the summer there were two events that we often had
the girls do for us. It was probably our favorite thing (next to the
sex). We would have them do cheerleading routines in the nude.
Sometimes, what would be even more exciting would be to have them do
their routines in nothing but their short, cheerleader skirts. It was
fun to see the jiggling T&A show. And when they had on the skirts, it
made the jumps especially exciting because of the nude flashes. We got
to tape them doing lots of nude cheers that summer!

	One evening around dinnertime, we ordered a couple of pizzas
and realized that we were $2 short. Tim had an idea. He dressed the
girls in sexy outfits, and everyone except Jen waited in another room
when the pizza guy rang the doorbell. She had him bring in the pizzas
while she told him how cute he was and asked for a kiss (he gave her
more than one). Then, she called Nikki and Staci into the room and
offered to make a deal. If he would give the pizzas to them, they
would all take off their skirts to show him their panties. And, if he
would give them a bottle of wine (at least $10), he could choose one
of them to dance for him and undress completely. He agreed, of course,
and they all removed their skirts. I thought that Jen did it
especially sensually, and she even rolled down the top of her panties
a little for him. When he returned with the wine, he asked Jen to
dance for him. She put on a fantastic show, and he left satisfied.

	Earlier that week, we had talked about spending a weekend in
New Orleans. Now, we had the idea of earning some extra money for the
trip by making the girls compete on amateur nights at the topless
bars. They resisted, naturally, but we demanded it, and we went to one
far away to where no one would recognize them. They were all very
nervous, but they got some ideas by watching the regulars. Looks-
wise, they completely outclassed everyone there. Staci won first,
Nikki was second, and they also earned $95 in tips. The surprising
thing, though, was how excited Jennifer was by the end of the night.
By the end of the contest, she was really turned on (maybe by watching
the other women as much as performing for strangers).

	We had them compete on two more nights, and both times, Jen
won and Staci was second. Jen was really getting into stripping, and
her enthusiasm made her a crowd favorite. Tim and I had them
practicing their strip shows at home (and we added them to our tape
collection), and it always turned on Jen the most; she couldn't help
but finger herself while the other two danced and sometimes while she
was dancing herself.

	Even after we stopped making them compete, Jen still would
take us to the topless clubs every week or two. The manager would let
her into the rotation and let her do lap dances. Since Nikki and Staci
didn't want to dance, we made them come along in short skirts with
nothing underneath, and Tim and I would keep them on edge with our
hands up their skirts while we all watched. The first time that we all
did this, Jen was watching a short, large- breasted blonde named
"Sunshine" most of the night (her real name was Ashley). Ashley said
that she couldn't do a lap dance for another girl there at the club,
so Jen paid for her to dance for me while she watched closely. Jen
also invited her to the house so she could teach Jen how to give
better lap dances. That was a hot morning, with Ashley demonstrating
to Jen, and Jen trying to do one better, and both of them practicing
on me and Tim, and they were totally nude. Nikki was off at the side
(also nude) and masturbating the whole time. Staci was at work, so she
missed out, but Ashley ended up in bed with each of the rest of us
(twice with Jen).

	Another night, late summer, the girls invited four or five
other girls over for a slumber party. My parents had gone to a
conference in Dallas for the week, and Tim and I went to my house for
the night. The girls were planning to play strip poker, and we Staci
had helped us to hide the cameras earlier that evening. This was one
of those games where after you lost your clothes, you had to bet your
body, and if you lost again, you became the winner's slave for the
rest of the night. Well, we had a call from Nikki that Debbye and
Jordan were on their way over, and she asked us to give them a rough
time.

	They arrived, both wearing short skirts and tight blouses.
Debbye is a vivacious blonde with fantastic legs, and Jordan is a
sultry brunette with a cute face and bewitching figure. We asked them
why they were there. Jordan explained that they had been playing strip
poker and that Nikki had won them and sent them over. We were supposed
to choose which of them was the most seductive and to give the loser a
full punishment.

	Tim pressed them: "Why would Nikki do that to you?" We learned
that Jennifer had been an early loser to Deb, then Jordan had lost her
to Deb, and they had made her do some very humiliating things. So
after Nikki had won both of them, she asked Jen what to do, and this
had been Jen's suggestion.

	"What did you make her do," we asked. Things like cleaning out
a car while nude, knocking on a neighbor's door in bra and panties and
asking if he could give her a battery for her vibrator, and then
playing with herself, nude, in the hammock on the back patio, they
told us.

	We had them sit down while we got some things to punish the
loser. We built a collection of all types of things: ping-pong
paddles, rulers, rope, knitting needles and pins, matches,
clothespins, potato peeler,... anything. What they didn't know was
that it was all just for show to scare them, and it worked; Jordan's
voice was quivering, and Debbye looked a little pale. We explained
that if Nikki and Jen had sent them to us, then the two in front of us
must have been extremely mean to Jen, and we would avenge her
appropriately.

	We asked Deb to start by showing Tim how seductive she was,
and she did a sexy stroll for him and lifted her skirt a little at the
end. I asked Jordan if she could do better, and she ended her act by
flashing her panties, too, but then getting in my lap and french
kissing me. Deb's turn was a kiss with Tim's hand on her breasts.
Jordan went further by taking off her top for me while we kissed. Deb
did the same, and her skirt, and Jordan took it all off. Neither one
dared to be the least seductive, and it wasn't long before they had
each "seduced" us all of the way.

	Tim was still massaging Deb's breasts when I rolled off of
Jordan, and he asked me how I voted. We agreed that, obviously, they
were both very seductive, though not as seductive as Jennifer. We also
agreed they couldn't both escape the punishment, but it seemed like a
tie to us. The girls began to protest that we couldn't torture both of
them, and we agreed with them. We said that since we were going to
punish them both, we would only use the paddles on them.

	You could see the relief in their eyes, and I turned away so
they wouldn't see me smile. This had been the original plan! After
their long spanking session, I doubt that they still felt relieved.
Our intent was to make sure that the girls would still have very red
bottoms to show their poker buddies.

	When we told them that they could leave, they reached for the
clothes, and we stopped them. They had given us their clothes, being
seductive, and we intended to keep them. The girls whined, and we gave
them another dozen swats for arguing with us. Then I made them an
offer. I said that I'd find something to cover the bottom of one of
them, but they'd have to fight over it. Debbye had a confused look on
her face, but Jordan understood. She grabbed a handful of Debbye's
hair in each hand and tried to tug her to the floor. Debbye was
screaming, and her waving arms found Debbye's breasts and began
squeezing them. Jordan screamed and pushed Deb away. They both were
panting and then rushed at each other and began the tit-twisting
again. Jordan couldn't take it and immediately tried to get away, but
Deb wouldn't let go. Jordan dropped to the floor and rolled over, face
down, to protect her breasts. Deb got on top of her, took a savage
bite out of her ass, and began flailing Jordan's bruised bottom.

	Finally, Deb finished by rolling her over, sitting over her
face, and making Jordan lick her. What was most amazing about that
pair was that as viciously as they always fought, they were also
passionate lovers. To skip ahead a little, the next year in school,
because of the hidden camera at the poker party and the one at our
house that night, these two were forced to become Tim's next set of
slaves - all three always had a wonderful time

	in bed together, but the two girls were constantly looking for
ways to embarrass the other or get on Tim's good side so he would let
her help punish the other one.

	My Senior year plan developed differently. A couple of weeks
before school began again, Melissa started calling me. Melissa was in
my class, and I'd seen her at little during the summer, because she
was also a friend of Staci's (what cute girl wasn't?). Mel was also on
the cheerleading squad, and her body was proportionately pleasing the
same way that Staci's was except that Melissa was about five or six
inches shorter with wavy, dark hair and a dark complexion. She would
call just to talk, but I got the impression that she was impressed
with the way I treated my girlfriend (in public), how satisfied,
happy, and devoted Staci was to me, and she knew that Staci would be
returning to Florida soon. She let me know that she understood that
Staci was my girlfriend but that she was available while Staci was
away.

	She always asked what my family was doing, and one afternoon,
I told her that my parents were going to be at a meeting that night.
She asked if she could come over for kind of a date. I had a good idea
of what to expect, so I also invited Staci and had her hiding in
another room. When the bell rang and I opened the door, there stood
Mel, completely nude; her clothes were in a heap at her feet. She
bounced into the room, into my arms, and began kissing me and pulling
off my shirt. Melissa's body was as sensational as I'd imagined, and
the surprise to me was that she was shaved (in the back of my mind, I
was wondering how Staci would look like that). In no time, I was
sucking a nipple and had a couple of fingers in her - that's when
Staci came into the room. Mel tensed up immediately. Staci didn't say
anything, but she came over and replaced my fingers with her mouth.
Until then, Mel says that she hadn't even realized that Staci was
nude, too. Melissa also told us that later that she had never been
interested in girls before, so she momentarily felt panicky when Staci
began licking her, but Staci has an expert tongue, and Mel's fiery
body was already too desire-filled to complain. So for that final week
of summer, Melissa joined me and Staci just about every evening, and
it got to where Mel enjoyed sex with Staci as much as with me.

	The Sunday that Staci was going back to Florida, I went over
to her house in the morning. Tim said that she was still in her room,
so I snuck in. She wasn't asleep. She was in bed crying. She hugged me
when she saw me and told me that she didn't want to leave, how she had
hated me more than ever after the videotape prank, but now she loved
me.She said no boyfriend had ever treated her so well (despite my
harsh punishments, I had always worshiped her so tried to be fair) or
had been such a good lover (the others, she says, always resented her
girlfriend lovers). She was scared that when she returned to college,
I would have Melissa and forget about her.

	I tried to reassure her by reminding her that I had always
loved her and that I always continue to love her. I agreed that
Melissa was sexy but that she could never be more than a weak
substitute for Staci. Staci's body was so much more awesome, her
personality was more fun, and she was sweeter, more passionate,
smarter, and more tender than Mel could ever be. We had a very
passionate morning and early afternoon before she left; I still
believe that she was determined to secure her number one position in
my heart before she had to leave.

	Throughout my Senior year, we called each other regularly.
Staci told me about her girlfriends (she was sharing an apartment with
Jen, Nikki, and another girl named Brooke). I would tell her about the
things I was doing with Mel. We vowed to resume our affair in the
summer, and we had an imaginative phone sex life until then.

	My sex life with Melissa was going great, but she kept hinting
that she was missing Staci, too. At the start of the second semester,
a new girl transferred to our school. Shannon was tall with a very
nice figure and great legs - from what I could tell in her tight
jeans. Melissa told me that Shannon had kind of small but very nice-
looking breasts. Mel had a gym class last period, and Shannon wanted
to try out as a diver for the Olympics some day, and she would come
during the last period and practice. Mel got to see her change into
her swimsuit almost every day in the locker room, and she kept
imagining that Shannon kept looking at her, too. Shannon was a year
younger than us, but she was graduating a year early, and, as luck had
it, Mel discovered that she had a scholarship to Staci's school.

	Melissa invited her to have dinner with us, letting her know
about my friends from that college. Mel chose a night when her parents
were on some type of retreat, and she cooked for the two of us. We had
wine after dinner, and we were all feeling loose when Mel got us
starting to talk about movie stars and who looked the best. From
there, she told Shannon how much she admired her legs. Shannon
protested that Melissa's looked just as good, and Mel asked me to
judge. I said it wasn't fair, since I'd seen hers but only seen
Shannon in jeans.

	Melissa ordered Shannon to take off her jeans so I could
compare their legs, and she pulled hers off. Shannon blushed a little
but stood up and turned to face away from me, because as she yanked
down her tight jeans, her tiny pink panties started to come down with
them. She pulled them back up, stepped out of her jeans, and turned to
face me. Mel walked over and asked me what I thought. I reminded them
that Staci had nice, long legs, and I was partial to them - so I
preferred Shannon's. Shannon blushed again and picked up her pants.
She made some comment about Melissa having better breasts, though. Mel
jumped on that and argued that Shannon had very attractive breasts.
Shannon just kept shaking her head and seemed very embarrassed, so Mel
asked me to judge again. She pulled off her top and bra and told
Shannon to do the same. Shannon stared at Mel's bobbing breasts,
finished off a glass of wine, and stripped off her blouse and bra. I
told her they looked terrific but there was only one way to tell for
sure, and I began caressing and kissing them. Mel walked over, and
Shannon reached out to play with her breasts. I'll tell you - Shannon
was positively insatiable. We had lots of fun that night, and she
wanted to continue on every night, which made Mel happy again.

	I didn't tell Staci about Shannon, because I had an idea. The
next month was Spring Break, and I asked Staci if Melissa and I could
come to visit. She was excited by the idea. Well, we also brought
Shannon along, and she and Staci became instant lovers, too.

	I know this story is dragging on, so I'll wrap it up here.
After Graduation, Melissa and I decided to go to the same college as
Staci and Shannon. All four of us and Brooke rented a house together.
We graduated from there together, and we all still live together
happily along with Jen when she's in town. Jen became an exotic dancer
and has been in some amateur films. I don't hear from Tim much, except
that I know he's an accountant in the East and lives with Jordan, and
Nikki.