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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Gail's Ordeal (M+f+/f, humil, spank) [1/3]
Date: 31 Oct 1995 01:38:46 GMT

			    Gail's Ordeal
			     Chapter One
			      The Gossip

Thursday Evening,  July 9

	Gail really didn't know what to make of the evening so far.
When she and her husband Bill had been invited to the party she had
been excited. It had been too long since she had been able to go out
and have fun. It had been a mistake to move out here to the suburbs in
the first place. The house was beautiful, but after it was taken care
of, there was nothing to do but go to the mall. Hopefully, there she
would run into some of her friends and they could go to a bar and make
jokes about her neighbors. And her neighbors were really a pretty
boring lot. If they knew some of the things she said about them it
would probably add some excitement to their otherwise dreary lives.

	And this evening had been no exception to that. BORING!! She
was just about ready to ask Bill to take her home when their host,
Sam, announced that it was time for the evening's entertainment. Maybe
this evening wouldn't be a total waste after all.

	Everyone adjourned to the game room and found a seat. Sam took
a chair near the fireplace. His wife, Mary, sat in an easy chair in
the corner. Their daughter, Susan, and her boyfriend, Tom, sat
together on the love seat. And the two single ladies from down the
street, Evelyn and Betty Jean, parked themselves on the couch on
either side of her husband. Gail was just looking for a place to sit
when Sam called her to the center of the room.

	"Gail, I think everyone here, no, everyone in the neighborhood
has been more than patient with you. Ever since you moved here, you
have gossiped more and told more outright lies than I thought possible
for anyone. At first we kind of ignored it. Figured it would pass.

	"But lately you've been getting worse. The stories you told
about me being a useless drunk and Mary having to look elsewhere to
find satisfaction got back to my boss and I damned near got fired.
We've decided that everyone here will give you a spanking. To make
sure everything is on the up and up, everyone will stay to witness
each spanking as it's administered.

	"After that we'll decide if any further punishment is due.
Now, since I'm the oldest, I get to go first. Lift up your dress and
let's see what we're dealing with."

	Gail was mortified. She was going to be spanked by all these
people and not only that, but they were all going to watch. Now she
had to lift up her dress so that they could all see her underwear.
Thank God she had put on the new pretty panties instead of the old
ones with holes. Gail slowly reached down and lifted the hem of her
dress, exposing first her black slip, then the tops of her stockings,
her black garter belt, and finally the pretty blue lace panties.

	"Good," said Sam. "Nothing too difficult to deal with here.
Now push down your panties and get over here across my knees."

	"P-p-push down my panties?" Gail stammered.

	"Of course. What did you expect? Spankings are always properly
administered on a naked tush. Of course, if you'd rather, we can
always go to court."

	"B-b-but Sam, they're just bikini panties. They don't cover
that much anyway. Can't I... "

	"No Gail! Now get them down and get over here."

	Again, Gail was mortified. It wasn't enough she had to show
off her underwear. Now she had to push down her panties as well.
Slowly she pushed down the panties until they were just below the
cheeks of her ass. She heard a tittering from somewhere in the room as
her pubic hair came into view. With a cry she buried her face in her
hands and sprawled herself across Sam's lap.

	After adjusting himself, Sam pulled her dress and slip up to
the middle of her back. He then lowered her panties leaving her naked
from her waist to her knees. Gail blushed all over at the thought of
exposing herself like this to her neighbors.

	"Now Gail, I'm going to give you fifty licks with my hand. I'd
like to say that it'll hurt me more than it does you, but you know
that would be bullshit."

	Without further ado, Sam began. First one cheek and then the
other, beating out a tattoo until Gail's entire ass was cherry red.
Gail had resolved not to cry out and to keep her legs tightly closed
in order to spare herself any further exposure. But after the first
ten licks, that resolve completely left her and she found herself
crying out and kicking her feet in the air. By the time Sam reached
the half-way point, the panties had slipped down to her ankles and had
been kicked across the room.

	"OHH SAM, NOT SO HARD! NOT THERE AGAIN, OHH PLEASE STOP. OH IT
HURTS SO MUCH, I PROMISE, I'LL NEVER GOSSIP AGAIN."

	Finally it was over. Sam smoothed her dress and slip back down
and stood her on her feet. Bill retrieved her panties and led her into
the bathroom to help her clean herself up for the rest of her ordeal.

	After about five minutes of drying her eyes, Bill deemed her
presentable and they returned to the game room. Gail gratefully
accepted a cup of coffee and the opportunity to relax for a few
minutes before getting on with the rest of her punishment. She didn't
know how she could stand getting a spanking from the rest of these
people as well. Bad as Sam's spanking had hurt, the embarrassment of
having her naked behind exposed to everyone had been even worse.

	Then it was Betty Jean's turn.

	"Now Gail, we don't want to wrinkle your pretty dress, so I
want you to take it off and come over here by the pool table."

	As she removed her dress, Gail reflected that it was a lucky
thing that she had decided to wear a full slip that evening.
Somehow though, she knew that it really wasn't going to matter.

	"Gail, those things you said about Evelyn and me were really
unfair. Sure we share a house together, but that's as far as it goes.
Besides, the things you said we had done together, you'd of had to've
been in the bedroom with us to know about. Now I want you to turn
around and lean over the pool table."

	When Gail was in position, Betty Jean quickly rucked her slip
up over her waist. Leaning over like this, Gail knew that her skimpy
little bikini panties were barely covering her bottom. Worse than
that, they were transparent, so everybody could probably see her crack
anyway. She soon discovered that it didn't make any difference. Betty
Jean hooked her thumbs in the elastic of the panties and pulled them
down to her knees.

	"Gail, I want you to spread your legs and hold your panties
right there at your knees. I'm going to give you fifty licks with this
ping-pong paddle and if you let the panties fall down, I'll start
over. If you're ready, I'll get started."

	Gail was in shock. The fifty licks with his hand Sam had given
her had been bad enough. Now she was going to have to take fifty with
a paddle on her already tender ass. She just didn't see how she could
stand it. Besides, bending over with her legs spread this way she knew
that everybody could see her pussy and probably her asshole as well.
And then...

	"AHHHHH!!" Gail had never felt anything like that. She jerked
straight up in the air taking a deep breath and the panties fell to
her ankles.

	"Well Gail, you know that means we have to start over. You're
lucky we were only on one."

	After putting Gail's panties back in position, Betty Jean
started again, working first on one cheek and then on the other until
the entire ass was smoldering. Gail was in tears almost from the
beginning. Her ass was tender to start with and now this horrible
paddle was beating her rear end until she thought she would die. At
about the fortieth stroke Gail couldn't bear it anymore and started to
hop around to avoid the worst of the beating.

	After a couple more strokes her panties started to slip,
immediately sending her into a panic that she would lose them and have
to start over again. Stretching her legs as far apart as she possibly
could, Gail did her best to hold the panties in position. Sam and Tom,
from their positions on the other side of the room, particularly
enjoyed the view. Tom was convinced that if the light were a little
better he would be able to see her tonsils.

	Finally, on the forty-ninth stroke, Gail's efforts to hold the
panties in position proved to be too much. The elastic broke and the
panties fell to the floor. Gail was distraught. She just knew Betty
Jean was going to start over and it hadn't been her fault. Betty Jean
took pity on her however; gave her the fiftieth lick low over both ass
cheeks and pronounced herself finished. Gail stayed bending over the
pool table for a few minutes, sobbing with relief that she wasn't
going to have to go through it all again and burning from the pain
which centered in her ass and seemed to emanate throughout her body.

	Finally she stood up, allowing the slip to fall back in place.
Glancing ruefully at the ruined panties which were still tangled
around her ankles she tried to pull them back in place.

	"Not much point in fooling around with those anymore," Mary
said. "Give them here and I'll throw them away for you. Now get
yourself cleaned up and get back out here. It's my turn next and I
don't want to be kept waiting too long."

	When Gail returned from the bathroom this time, a straight
chair had been placed in the center of the room for her. She was made
to sit in it despite her protestations that she'd rather stand. This
time a whiskey was offered rather than coffee and Gail immediately
accepted, despite the fact that she seldom drank liquor. She just knew
that anything had to make her ass feel better.

	As Gail sat there thinking about her situation, she suddenly
remembered that she wasn't wearing her panties anymore. It made her
feel strange to remember that she was naked underneath her dress and
that everyone in the room knew it as well.

	Then Mary stood up and came to the center of the room. ("Oh
no," thought Gail. "I don't know how much more of this I can take.")

	"Gail, I want you to remove all of your clothes except your
hose and garter belt. I was going to let you keep your panties on, but
there doesn't seem to be much point in that now."

	"Oh no, Mary! If I'm going to be spanked why do I have to take
off my... "

	"Because I told you to! Now are you going to get your clothes
off or do you need some help from the men in this room?"

	Tearfully, Gail removed her dress and handed it to Betty Jean.
Realizing that her slip was the only thing covering her ass and pussy,
she turned her back to her audience and hoisted the slip over her
head. Standing there naked except for her stockings, garter belt and
bra, Gail felt terribly exposed.

	Someone remarked that the flush of her cheeks contrasted
nicely with the black garter belt and stockings. She heard Bill laugh
at this. ("Oh, how can he do this to me," she thought. "I never told
stories about him, and if they take us to court, he's in just as much
trouble as I am."

	"P-p-p-please Mrs. Smith. Isn't this far enough? If you're
going to spank my poor behind I shouldn't have to go any further."

	"Get that bra off and get your ass over here! I want to see
your tits hanging out just so I can see what sort of pink color they
turn. Now are you going to get it off or do you need some help?"

	Hesitantly, Gail unhooked her bra and let her 38," jugs hang
free. Turning to face her tormenters, she placed one hand over her
cunt and the other over her tits in a futile attempt to hide them from
her audience's view. Sure enough, her embarrassment was complete. The
pink flush started in her face and went all the way down to her
stockings, showing up particularly well in the untanned areas on her
tits and around her cunt.

	"That's better. Now get over here across this ottoman. I'm
going to ride your back while I whip your big ass with this quirt and
if you buck me off then I'll have to start over."

	When Gail leaned over the ottoman she had to put her hands on
the floor in order to maintain her balance. This left her tits, which
she had been so desperate to conceal, swinging free like temple bells.

	Hiking her skirt, Mary swung her leg over Gail's back and sat
down hard, unabashedly showing off her white lace panties in the
process.

	"Instead of fifty licks, I'm going to beat your ass for five
minutes. And I've brought this kitchen timer to keep time for us. When
it goes off, we'll be finished, unless you've bucked me off and then
I'll start the timer over again."

	Once the timer was set, Mary wasted no time. She brought the
quirt sharply down over both ass cheeks. Not giving Gail time to catch
her breath, she once again brought the quirt down. This time
vertically down the left cheek, and then again down the right cheek.

	"YEOWWW!" hollered Gail. She tried to move but it was no use,
Mary held her firmly in place. CRACK! the quirt landed again. Her
bottom felt like it was on fire. "PLEASE MARY... I'M SORRY!" CRACK!
"OWWWW, OH PLEASE IT HURTS."

	"It's supposed to hurt," was the reply.

	CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! again and again the quirt landed on her
unprotected bottom, punctuated only by Gail's crying.

	After four minutes of this, Gail's ass was beet red, with
welts running up and down both cheeks and onto the upper part of her
thighs. Mary was running out of breath, so she began to slow down and
work on the inside of Gail's thighs. This caught Gail completely by
surprise. To her way of thinking, this was dangerously close to both
her pussy and asshole, both of which she realized were completely on
display to everyone in the room. By this point though, modesty was
the least of her worries.

	"OH GOD, NO!! NOT THERE!!" she cried. "START THE TIMER OVER IF
YOU WANT TO, BUT DON'T WHIP ME THERE! OH GOD, OH NOOOO!" As bad as her
ass was burning, Gail could not imagine what it would feel like if
Mary started whipping her pussy.

	Finally the timer went off. Mary managed to get in another
couple of licks while the bell was still ringing, and then dismounted
her weeping victim. Gail just lay there whimpering and waving her
bottom in the air, hoping that something would cool off the burning.

	"All right Gail, get up," Mary said. "I can't see any need for
you to get dressed just so you can take your clothes off again. Why
don't you sit down in your chair and we'll resume again in a few
minutes. Would you like another whiskey while your waiting?"

	Gail really didn't want to sit down anywhere, but by this time
she knew better than to argue. Cupping both ass cheeks and mindless of
the display she was making of her tits, cunt and ass she hobbled over
to the chair and gingerly took a seat.

	As she sipped her drink, she tried to ignore the fact that she
was naked except for stockings and garter belt and that everyone in
the room was watching her. But it was impossible to ignore.

	As she thought about it, a tingling started in her groin, and
her nipples hardened. ("Shit," she thought. "This is all I need. My
ass is getting beaten to a pulp and now my tits have got to go and
stick out. What could possibly be more embarrassing?")

	Before she had time to reflect on this too long however, Tom
announced that he was ready to take his turn.

	"OK Gail, come over here by the fireplace. I want you to lean
forward with your hands on the mantle. You can rest your head on it as
well if you want to. Now, put your feet back here on the edge of the
hearth and spread your legs apart."

	Tom had selected this position after watching Betty Jean. He
had really enjoyed the view he had had and thought this one might be
even better with her bare boobs swinging free.

	"All right Gail, I'm going to give you fifty with my belt. It
seems to me that you've had it pretty hard so far, so I'm going to try
to go easy on you.

	"But you've got to cooperate and not move out of position. If
you don't cooperate, then `no more Mister Nice Guy'. Do you understand
me?"

	"Y-y-y-yes," whispered Gail.

	Tom commenced beating her across the underneath side of her
ass. Her ass was still pink from the spanking Sam had administered
and the paddling Betty Jean had given her. More importantly though,
the welts from Mary's whipping ran vertically down the entire length
of both ass cheeks. Tom's belt hurt like fire as it came down again
and again across both of her huddling moons. She had to admit though,
that he didn't seem to be beating her quite as hard as the others had.
She knew though that she couldn't break position or give him any
reason not to go easy on her. Tom was a big man and if he were to cut
loose, she just knew she would die.

	Along about the twenty-fifth stroke, Tom changed position
slightly and the tip of his belt darted between her legs, just barely
below her pussy lips.

	"OH NO, TOM!! OH PLEASE NO!! OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME THERE. I
COULDN'T STAND IT IF YOU DID! OHHHHH PLEASE TOM!"

	Tom hadn't intended the stroke to land where it did, but
Gail's reaction interested him. He decided to make a game out of
seeing how close he could come to her cunt without actually hitting
it. The next stroke again darted between her legs, this time about a
half inch below her pussy.

	"Where was it you didn't want me to hit you Gail?"

	"OH, BETWEEN MY LEGS! OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME BETWEEN MY
AHHHHHHHH!"

	Tom's next stroke had moved up an eighth of an inch. Gail was
really beside herself now.

	"I want to go easy on you Gail, so you have to tell me exactly
where you don't want me to hit you. Now, where was it again?"

	"RIGHT THERE OH GOD OH PLEASE GOD OH GODAAAAMMMMMMIT!!!"

	Tom had managed to move his stroke up another eighth of an
inch, this time actually tickling the pussy hair. Gail just knew that
if not the next stroke, then at least very soon he would be beating
her right on her cunt.

	"Where was it you didn't want me to hit you Gail?"

	"MY SEX! OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME ON MY SEX! OH SHIIIIIIIIT! MY
PUSSY! PLEASE DON'T HIT MY PUSSY AGAIN!"

	Tom had misjudged the last stroke and had landed it right
across her cunt. Judging from the way her tits and every other part of
her body were bouncing up and down, it really got her attention. He
felt kind of sorry for her at this point and gave her the final twenty
strokes lower down across her thighs.

	"Well Gail, that's it for now. If you'll take your seat again
I'll get you another drink, if you want one that is, and then we'll
get on with the show."

	Gail damned sure wanted a drink. As a matter of fact she
wanted several. As soon as Tom handed her the whiskey she gulped it
back and asked for another.

	"No, I'm sorry. The rules say only one drink per sitting. We
don't want your ass to get too numb, do we?"

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Gail's Ordeal [ (M+f+/f, humil, spank)2/3]
Date: 31 Oct 1995 01:39:03 GMT

			    Gail's Ordeal
			     Chapter Two
			 The Ordeal Continues

	So Gail sat there for another five minutes with nothing to do
but feel the pain in her ass. Not only that, but now there was a new
pain to savor in her cunt.

	("Thank God Tom quit beating me there when he did. I couldn't
have taken anymore of that.")

	Finally Susan stood up. "Gail, I want you to strip off
everything you're still wearing. Earrings and necklace as well. I want
you absolutely naked for this next stage. No, keep on the wedding
band, but everything else goes.

	Standing in front of everyone, naked except for her wedding
band, Gail felt particularly vulnerable. She was tempted to shield her
tits and pussy with her hands, but then realized that after everything
she had shown so far, that would look pretty silly.

	So she just stood there, arms at her sides, with tits, pussy
and ass on display for everyone there.

	Susan led Gail behind the sofa, pushing her forward until her
naked pubes pressed against the back of the sofa.

	"Now lean forward, Gail, put your hands on the cushions."
Susan enforced this command with pressure on the back of her neck,
until she lay doubled over the back of the sofa. Instinctively she
moved her feet apart so that most of her weight rested on her pelvis
atop the sofa. Her forehead touched the seat cushion, and she could
feel her nipples hardening from their contact with the rough fabric of
the upper cushion.

	"Gail, I'm going to use the back side of this hairbrush. But
if you put your hands back to try to protect your ass I'm going to
turn it over and we'll see how you like the bristles beating inside
your asshole and cunt."

	Gail knew that that would be impossible to bear and resolved
not to move or make a sound throughout this beating.

	That resolve melted quickly however as Susan began beating her
with the hairbrush. First one cheek, then the other, then across both
at the same time. Then the pattern repeated itself. Susan had learned
well how to administer a whipping at the hands of her father.

	As a recalcitrant child she had received her share of
whippings, many times in just this fashion. But it had been many years
since she had been on the receiving end and she relished the fact that
she was finally getting to dish it out.

	OH PLEASE SUSAN, HAVEN'T I BEEN PUNISHED ENOUGH?
OHHHHHSHIIIIIIT!!!'

	Susan didn't relent however and kept right on pounding Gail's
poor bruised ass with the hairbrush. After about forty-five strokes,
Gail couldn't take it anymore and instinctively stuck her hand back to
shield her poor, burning ass from the next punishing blow.

	As soon as the hairbrush cracked across her knuckles, she knew
she was in deep shit.

	"All right Gail, I warned you. In addition to my turning the
brush over, you'll get a few extra ones for that. Now get your hands
back on the cushion and stay in position."

	"NO, DON'T," Gail wailed, but her cry ended in a shriek of
pain as Susan began swatting her bruised buttocks with the bristle
side of the brush. Her legs flailed helplessly as the bristles cut
first into her asshole and then right into the pussy itself. Instead
of the five strokes she still had coming, Susan gave her ten more,
alternating five into the crack of her ass and five directly on her
pussy. When she was finally finished, Gail was sure she would never be
able to walk again.

	"Back in your seat, Gail. Try not to move around too much.
I'll get you another drink and I'll make it extra strong this time."

	Sitting there waiting for her drink and for the pain in her
ass to subside, Gail had time to reflect on how things had changed.
Yesterday she was sitting in a bar, laughing and joking with her
friends, and making up stories to tell about these people. Tonight
here she was, butt naked, on display for all of them, crying over the
pain in her buttocks and wondering what the next onslaught was going
to be like. She sure wouldn't be making up any stories any time soon.
Hell, she probably wouldn't be able to sit down in a bar any time
soon.

	When Susan finally returned with her drink, Gail barely had
time to choke it down before Evelyn was ready to take her turn.

	"Gail, you've been acting like a little child for some time
now so I think it's only appropriate that you look like one as well."

	Evelyn then produced a razor and a bowl of warm water.

	"I want you to shave off all of your pubic hair. Every last
one of them. When you're finished, I'm going to check and if there's
any left, I'm going to get Sam and Tom to finish the job."

	Gail was really mortified now. It wasn't enough that she was
completely naked in front of her neighbors, but now she had to shave
her crotch. Everything, to include the slit up the middle of her pussy
would be fully visible to everybody. Not only that, she was going to
have to sit here and do it with everybody watching.

	"Oh Evelyn, Mrs. Jones, haven't I endured enough?"

	"No you haven't. If I'm going to have stories about my sex
life told in the local bars, I'd at least like for them to be true. Do
you remember the story about how I shave my crotch because Betty Jean
likes it that way? Now get on with it. Or off with it if you prefer."

	Gail took the razor and water and carefully began shaving her
pudendum. She didn't want to get too close to her pussy for fear of
cutting the delicate lips, but she didn't want to leave anything for
Sam and Tom to shave off either so she cut as close as she possibly
could.

	Finally she finished and dropped the razor into the bowl.

	"OK Gail, come over here," Evelyn said.

	Gail got up and walked over to the couch where Evelyn was
sitting. This time she didn't think it was silly to conceal her
crotch with her hands. After all, her pussy was completely naked now.
She used both hands in a futile attempt to cover her now denuded cunt.

	"Put your hands at your sides and let us look at you. Now turn
around so Sam and Mary can see you as well. Doesn't it look nice, all
smooth and clean like that?"

	Getting up, Evelyn said "Come over here to the center of the
room Gail and lie down on your back. Now spread your legs. I need to
check to make sure you got all of your pubes.

	"Oh dear Gail, this is really too bad. You did a fine job in
front, it really looks nice. But down here underneath, between your
pussy and your asshole, and all around your asshole as well. I don't
think you even touched those. Sam, Tom, come here please. I need your
help now."

	Sam and Tom eagerly came over to lend their assistance. Tom
held her legs while Sam wielded the razor. Evelyn directed the
scenario and held Gail's pussy lips apart when necessary to facilitate
the shaving.

	Finally they had her roll over, pull her knees under her and
spread her knees as far apart as possible. Sam then finished the job,
making sure he got every hair from around her asshole. Gail just
thought she was naked before. Now she was truly naked. Other than her
wedding ring, the only thing she had left was the hair on her head.

	"If you'd just roll over on your back now dear. I don't think
you've got anything left to hide, so there's no point in trying to
cover anything up. Now if you'll just stick your right leg up here
where I can grab it... There, that's good. Tom, could I borrow your
belt please. Gail, I'm going to give you twenty- five licks with Tom's
belt on the inside of your right thigh. Then we're going to switch
legs and I'll do the same to your left thigh.

	"Some of these licks will probably come dangerously close, or
possibly even right on that area we just finished shaving. But you
won't mind that, will you dear?"

	With that, Evelyn began her whipping.

	"OH EVELYN, NOT SO CLOSE TO MY... OH SHIT THAT HURTS!! PLEASE
NOT THERE. PLEASE NOT SO CLOSE... OHHHHHHHSHIIIIIIT! THAT WAS RIGHT ON
MY PUSSY!!! OH GOD THAT HURTS EVELYN."

	"Of course it hurts. What did you expect, a back rub. Now,
let's have your other leg," Evelyn said as she finished off the first
twenty-five.

	What Gail hadn't realized, but was readily apparent to
everyone else in the room, was that in this position her cunt lips
were spread wide, giving Evelyn ample opportunity to whip the inside
of her pussy.

	Evelyn directed the first fifteen strokes of this second set
to the inside of Gail's thigh, much the same as she had with the other
leg. But on the final ten, she changed her aim slightly and began
concentrating on Gail's cunt and asshole. Gail was in shock. It was
impossible to believe anything could hurt this bad. Then she heard a
siren. Had someone called an ambulance for her? It took a while for
her to realize that the siren was actually just one long continuous
scream emanating from her throat.

	Finally Evelyn finished. Gail couldn't believe it was finally
over. As she looked down at herself, she began to sob wildly again
when she realized that her pudendum was the same beet red color her
ass had been earlier.

	"OK Gail, we've got a few things to talk over. So if you'll
take your seat again I'll fix you another drink and the rest of us can
have our discussion.

	Gail didn't want to go sit down. She didn't want to move from
the position she was in. But she also realized that if she didn't do
as she was told, it wouldn't go well with her.

	While Gail sat naked, sipping on her drink and nursing her
tender backside and burning twat, the rest of the party gathered at
far end of the room and began talking in hushed tones. Although she
strained to hear what they were saying, she couldn't make out a word.

	Finally, they all came back and took their seats as before.

	As elder statesman of the group, Sam ordered her to come and
stand before him. Although her modesty dictated that she should, Gail
decided it was better not to shield her tits and pussy so she stood
where she was told with her arms hanging at her side. She was
supremely conscious of the fact that her beet red ass, naked scarlet
pussy and erect nipples were on display for everyone to see.

	"Gail, you have been surprisingly obedient throughout this
ordeal. So much so that we have decided to forego for now the other
two spankings which we had planned for you tonight. ("Two more
spankings? Who could those have been?" Gail thought. The only other
person here was her husband, and there was no way she was going to let
him spank her as well.)

	"Your punishment is not yet complete however. In a few minutes
we are going to send you home. Bill will follow later with your
things and we expect you to be waiting for him at home when he gets
there. For the next month, unless one of us directs you otherwise, you
are not to wear any pants of any sort. That means no jeans, no slacks,
and most importantly, no panties. You are also going to have to keep
your pussy shaved. If you don't, then we will do it for you.
Periodically, we will stop by your house to make sure you're following
directions. When the mood strikes us you can expect a warming up of
your bottom just to make sure you don't forget.

	"And finally, for the next four weekends you are going to have
to serve as a slave to each of us. That will be one weekend with Betty
Jean and Evelyn, one weekend with Tom and Susan and one weekend with
Mary and myself. On the final weekend we're all going to my cabin at
the lake, so you'll be able to serve all of us.

	"During these weekends, your uniform will be whatever your
"owners" proscribe and you will have to do whatever your "owners,"
tell you to do. The only thing I can promise you is that while some of
the things you will have to do will be embarrassing, you will not be
directed to do anything illegal.

	"Don't forget, if you decide not to go along with this, I'm
still holding those papers for my lawyer and tonight's ordeal will
have been wasted. Now, would you like another drink before you go
home?"

	Bad as Gail wanted another drink, she wanted to be out of this
embarrassing situation more. She wanted to be safe at home where she
could relax without all these horrible people staring at her, put some
cold water on her burning ass and make herself all the drinks she
wanted.

	"No thanks to the drink. I think I'll just take my clothes and
go home."

	"No Gail! I don't think you understood what I said at the
beginning of my little speech. If you will recall, I told you that
Bill would bring your things later. You're to go home just like that.
It's warm out tonight and it's late enough that I don't think anyone
will see you. But someone might, so you better be careful."

	At this Gail was truly astounded. "You've got to be kidding!
Surely you don't expect me to walk all the way home naked!"

	"As a matter of fact, that's exactly what we do expect. Now
you better get moving before we change our mind and give you another
spanking."

	"Oh my God! Uhhhhh, if you don't mind, I think I will have
another drink before I go, a good stiff one if you please."

	"Sure thing Gail," Tom said. Coming right up. Feel the need to
replenish your courage before you go do you?"

	Gail saw no need to respond to this barb, but took her drink
and went to the door to survey the distance she had to go. It was only
two blocks down the street to her house. It was dark and, as Sam had
said, it was late. Besides, there were plenty of bushes all along the
way. If she ran fast, she should be able to make it from shrub to
shrub without anyone seeing her. The only problem was down at the
intersection where she had to cross the street. There were street
lights on both sides of the street and the whole crossing was lit up
like daylight. Actually, this was kind of exciting. It was going to be
a challenge to see if she could make it all the way home.

	Finishing her drink, Gail opened the door and stepped onto the
porch. A cool breeze wafted over her and her nipples immediately
sprang to attention. Her pussy felt really strange as the breeze
wafted across it with no hair down there to protect it.

	"You better get moving Gail. I'm going to turn on the porch
lights so you can see your way across the yard. If you don't want to
be caught in the light, you better be on your way."

	True to his word, Sam flicked the switch and the entire front
yard was bathed in a spotlight.

	Gail began to run. Her first stop was a large tree at the
corner of the lot. Everybody watching had to comment on how cute she
looked, hiding behind the tree with her bare ass bathed in the
spotlight. From this tree, Gail planned to surveil the distance and
locate her next bush. ("Ha, there's a phrase," she thought. "I wish I
had a bush. Unfortunately I left mine in a wash pan back in the game
room.")

	Darting from shrub to shrub, Gail moved carefully and
uneventfully up the block to the intersection. Just as she got ready
to cross the intersection, a car came down the street and she had to
run back and hide in the nearest bush. ("Oh shit, this is holly," she
discovered. "Pricks in my tits, pricks in my ass, I've even got a
prick in my cunt. Now there's another phrase. I could sure do with one
of those about now.")

	Eventually the coast was clear and she went dashing across the
street. Once again, moving from shrub to shrub, she finally found
herself directly across the street from her house. How she wished that
she and Bill had planted some shrubs instead of having that large,
bare expanse of lawn in front. ("Nothing for it but to do it,") she
thought and began to cross the street.

	Just as she was half way across, a car turned onto the street
and caught her full in its headlights. Throwing caution to the winds,
she ran the rest of the way across the street, across the lawn and up
to her front door, only to discover that it was locked. ("Shit! What
am I going to do now?") She certainly wasn't going back to Sam's for
the key. The only thing to do was to find a place to hide and wait for
Bill.

	Unfortunately, the houses on this side of the street were
relatively new and none of the yards had any shrubbery. There was no
way she was going to cross the street again to hide in the bushes over
there. "These yards are all as naked as my cunt." Gail made a solemn
promise to herself that next week she was going to the nursery to get
some shrubs for her yard. "At least something around here will have a
bush."

	When Bill came home two hours later, he found her curled up on
the porch in front of the door, bare ass cooling in the breeze, sound
asleep after her exhausting evening.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Gail's Ordeal (M+F+/F, humil, slave, spank, oral) [3/3]
Date: 31 Oct 1995 01:39:21 GMT

			    Gail's Ordeal
			    Chapter Three
			   Gail's Education

Friday Morning, July 10

	Gail awoke with a start. She just knew that the night before
had been some terrible nightmare. She couldn't wait for the afternoon
to roll around so she could meet her friends down at the bar and tell
them about it. It should be good for a few laughs.

	After all, imagine those boring neighbors of hers doing
something like that to her.

	As she rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed she realized
that her ass was still burning. Reality set in. Looking down at her
lap, she saw that her pussy was as bald as a fucking bowling ball. It
hadn't been a nightmare. Every fucking bit of it had really happened.
And if that were true, then that meant that starting tonight she'd
have to be a slave to two of them for the entire weekend.

	"Oh My God!!!" Gail burst into tears.

	Normally she looked forward to weekends and the time she could
spend with Bill, but today she couldn't wait for it to be over and for
Monday to get here.

	Before going downstairs for a badly needed cup of coffee, Gail
slipped on a pair of panties, her robe and slippers. The air
conditioning worked really well and it was normally cold down there in
the morning.

	Walking into the kitchen, she saw Bill drinking a cup of
coffee and reading the paper.

	"What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be at work today?"

	"No, I decided to call in sick. We were out late last night
and besides, I thought you might need some help today."

	"Why should I need any special help today? Ok, I'm a little
sore, but don't I normally get all my chores done by myself?" ("Little
sore hell," she thought. "My ass is still burning like it's got a
poker stuck up it.")

	"Well, tonight starts your first weekend of slavery with
Evelyn and Betty Jean and you're probably going to have a couple of
visitors today. I figure you're going to need a few lessons in how to
be a slave. I'm sure I'll be a far kinder master than any of the rest
of them will be so I'm a good one for you to start with. You're
supposed to spend the next month without any pants of any sort, so I
figured, to get you off on the right foot, you should spend today
doing all your chores completely naked. STARTING NOW!

	"So get that robe and those slippers off and get over here.
After what they did to you last night, I want to see what your pretty
little ass looks like this morning. Should be nice and colorful."

	("Oh fuck me," Gail thought. "I put panties on this morning.
If I take my robe off, Bill's going to see them. Then I'll really be
in for it.")

	"Bill, you've got to be kidding. I can't run around the house
naked all day. I mean, what if somebody comes over? And why should I
do that anyway? I don't have to be a slave until tonight."

	"You're going to have to do it because I told you to. You may
not be their slave until 6:00 o'clock, but from now on you're going to
be my slave all day. It's either that, or move out, and I don't think
you can handle a libel suit on your own. If anyone comes over, well,
they'll just see you naked. I don't expect anyone but the folk we saw
last night, but those are the chances you're going to have to take.
Now, do you want to get naked or move out?"

	Gail certainly didn't want to move out. She really loved Bill,
and she loved this house, even if she didn't think much of the
neighborhood. And besides, he was right. There was no way she could
handle a libel suit on her own.

	"I'll just take my robe and slippers upstairs and put them
away. It'll just take me a minute. I'll be right back, Bill."

	"No, take them off right there. You can put them away later.

	"Uh-huh, I thought so. You put panties on this morning. You
just can't learn to do what you're told, can you? Well, get them off
and get over here. You were promised a few `warming ups' during the
course of the day. You're about to get your first one."

	"Oh, Bill, no. I forgot all about Sam's order about the
panties this morning. It won't happen again, I promise. And it really
was a silly order anyway, wasn't it," she wheedled as she took off the
robe and slippers, displaying her pretty breasts for her husband. This
had always worked in the past. All she had to do was show a little
skin and promise him some sex and he'd do anything she wanted. And
right now what she didn't want was another whipping and to run around
the house naked all day.

	"No, I don't think it was a silly order. But it really doesn't
matter if it was or not. It was something you were told not to do, and
you did it anyway. As a slave, you have to learn to obey orders, and
when you don't you'll be punished. Now get those panties off and get
over here."

	Gail skinned off the panties and once again found herself
naked and prepared to receive a whipping. Bill put her across his lap,
but before he began, he examined her ass closely.

	"It's still pretty red from all the spankings you got last
night. And the welts from Mary's quirt stand out pretty good. You
didn't like that one very much, did you? I shouldn't want to get too
many spankings on this cute little tail if I were you. Hopefully,
someday you'll learn to behave and to do what you're told."

	And then he began. Compared with the spankings she had
received the night before, he was really pretty gentle, but coming on
top of last nights bruises, it still hurt like fire. After only
twenty-five licks Bill stood her on her feet.

	"That's enough for now. Now get into the kitchen and fix us
some breakfast."

	Rubbing her bare ass ruefully, Gail walked over to the stove
and began scrambling eggs.

	After breakfast, Gail had to clean the entire house. It was
something she had been meaning to do anyway, but she never imagined
that she'd be doing it in the buff. Bill followed her around
throughout the house checking on the work she'd completed. If the job
wasn't done to his satisfaction, whether it was vacuuming, dusting or
folding clothes, she was made to bend over right where she stood and
he gave her ten licks with his belt.

	As the morning progressed, Gail's attention to detail, and the
color of her ass, became more and more intense.

	At noon, Tom and Susan came over to "check," on her. Bill was
in the den watching TV when the doorbell rang.

	"See who's at the door, would you please, Gail," he hollered

	"You know I can't answer the door," Gail said spitefully. "If
you're going to keep me dressed like this, you're going to have to
answer the damned door yourself."

	The look on Bill's face as he came up the steps told Gail she
had really fucked up with that response. She wasn't sure what he was
going to do to her, but she was quite sure she wasn't going to like
it.

	Bill had Gail get everyone a beer and then described to Tom
and Susan everything that had happened that morning, to include the
incident with the panties. Finishing up his narrative, Bill described
her refusal to answer the door a few minutes earlier.

	"It's obvious that she's going to have to be punished, but I
haven't decided how. I think the most appropriate punishment would be
if you did a repeat of the whipping you gave her last night Tom. Only
don't slack off and go easy on her like you did before."

	Tom agreed that that would be appropriate. After all, he and
Susan were the ones she had left standing at the door. But he really
didn't think that he had the time. The two of them were on their way
to get some lunch, and only stopped by to make sure Gail didn't have
any panties on.

	"... and it's quite obvious to both of us that she's not
wearing her panties now."

	"Oh bullshit. As soon as you finish touching up her ass, she
can fix lunch for all of us. She's going to have to fix lunch for me
anyway.

	"Yeah, that'll work. OK Gail, get over here to the fireplace.
You know the position. Don't fuck around now, and let's get on with
it. I'm hungry, and the sooner we finish this, the sooner you can fix
us something to eat," Tom said as he removed his belt.

	Gail was petrified. Surely they weren't intending to whip her
again like they had yesterday. Her poor little pussy was still sore,
and if Tom hit it with his belt again, she was just sure she would
die.

	"Come on now Gail, you can spread you legs better than that.
Come on, show us your pussy. We've all seen it before anyway. Maybe I
can't tickle your cunt hair anymore, but I'm sure I can get close
enough to it so that you won't be disappointed."

	"H-h-how many l-l-l-licks and I going to get," Gail stammered.

	"Fifty, just like you had last night. Maybe the next time
you're told to do something, you won't be so slow about it."

	The muscles in Gail's ass tightened up involuntarily at this
announcement. It was difficult enough for her to sit down now. She
just knew that if she were lucky enough to live through this next
beating, she'd never be able to walk again.

	And sure enough, Gail wasn't at all disappointed in the
beating she received. The first twenty-five strokes completely
covered her ass, restoring the beet red color she had had the night
before. After that, Tom started concentrating on the inside of her
thighs, trying to see just how high up he could hit her without
actually striking her hairless cunt. And he was accurate. When he was
finally through, Gail's ass and the inside of her thighs were the same
shade of red. She wasn't at all sure if she could move, but she was
extremely grateful that none of the strokes had actually landed on her
pussy.

	"Enough standing around now Gail," Bill said. "If you don't
want another whipping you'd better get in the kitchen and fix some
lunch. But before you do that, bring us all another drink."

	This threat got Gail's attention. If there was one thing she
didn't want right now, it was another whipping. She promptly hurried
off to the kitchen, naked tits bobbing all the way.

	Bill was really starting to get hungry now. Besides that,
watching everybody whip his wife's cute little ass was making him
horny as hell. Ever since they'd gotten married he'd wanted Gail to
give him a blowjob, but she'd always refused. Well, the situation was
a little different now. The sooner Tom and Susan were out of the
house, the sooner he could get on with his plans for the afternoon.

	Lunch seemed to take forever. The more Bill thought about that
blowjob, the hornier he got. After lunch, Tom wanted another beer, so
the four of them just sat around bullshitting some more. Watching
Gail, Bill kept getting hornier and hornier. Everyone else seemed very
comfortable except for Gail. She just couldn't sit still and kept
trying to find some position where the pressure of the chair didn't
hurt her ass too much.

	Finally, Bill couldn't stand it any longer. "Tom, Susan; I was
waiting for the two of you to leave to have Gail give me a blowjob,
but since you seem intent on staying, she'll just have to give me one
right here in front of you."

	"Oh Bill, we're sorry. We didn't realize... " Susan said,
starting to get up.

	"No, no. Sit back down. It'll be good training for her. Who
knows what she'll have to face during her next few weeks as a slave.

	"Gail, get over here and get started," Bill said as he
unzipped his jeans.

	"You know I can't do that. I never have and I never will. And
I certainly couldn't do it in front of Tom and SusaAAAAAAAN."

	At this, Bill grabbed Gail and threw her over his lap, ass up
in the air again. Without any hesitation, he immediately began
planting twenty-five resounding smacks on her already chastened
behind. Long before he was finished, Gail found herself begging for
the privilege of sucking his dick.

	"OHHHHHH PLEASE BILL, THAT HURTS SO FUCKING MUCH! PLEASE DON'T
HIT ME AGAIN! PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK INSTEAD! MY ASS CAN'T TAKE
ANY MORE BILL!

	PLEASE, I'LL SUCK YOUR DICK BILL! OH GOD, THAT HURTS! PLEASE
LET ME GIVE YOU A BLOWJOB NOW!"

	As soon as he was finished, Gail fell to the floor. True to
her word she reached hungrily for his dick. Before he let her begin
though, Bill warned her...

	"While I was spanking you, you said your ass couldn't take
anymore. Maybe the next time you refuse an order, I'll go easy on
your ass and whip your pussy instead. Now, let's see how good a
blowjob you can give."

	The thought of having her pussy whipped sent a chill down
Gail's spine. She grabbed Bill's cock and sucked it all down, intent
on giving him the best blowjob ever. She'd never done this before, but
she had read about it. It couldn't be that difficult. Maybe, just
maybe, if she kept him happy now, he'd leave her alone for the rest of
the afternoon. Head bobbing away, Gail sucked for all she was worth.

	As soon as she got the first taste of Bill's cum, Gail started
to back off. But Bill grabbed the back of her head and forced her
face down till his pubic hair was tickling her nose.

	"The name of this game Gail, is to swallow, not spit. Now you
just keep sucking away until I'm finished."

	Soon after that, Bill began to cum in earnest. Gail started to
gag as she felt load after load of warm jizm striking the back of her
throat. But she held the gag back and swallowed just like she'd been
told to. ("I wonder what that's going to do to my diet," she thought.)

	"That was good Gail, but you need some more practice. Why
don't you ask Susan if it would be OK for you to give Tom a blowjob as
well. And you damn well better sound sincere when you ask her."

	("Shit," thought Gail. "There goes my chance for some peace
and quiet this afternoon. Oh well, that wasn't near as bad as I
thought it was going to be and anything's better than having my ass
beat again.")

	"Susan, I'd be very grateful if you would allow me to perform
fellatio on Tom." Despite having used the word a few minutes ago,
blowjob really wasn't part of Gail's vocabulary, yet.

	"Perform WHAT on him?" Susan had obviously never heard that
word before.

	"You know, s-s-suck his d-d-dick."

	Susan normally didn't like for any other woman to fuck around
with her man, but this was a special occasion. She hadn't given that
many blowjobs herself and if she watched carefully she might get an
idea of what Tom particularly liked.

	"OK," she said, "but you have to come over here to this side
of the table so I can watch."

	Tom had been surprised by this exchange, but never one to look
a gift horse in the mouth he stood up and dropped his trousers. Nine
inches of prick immediately sprang to attention.

	"Oh dear," Gail said. "I don't know if I can take all of
that."

	"Sure you can honey. Now you just get over here and get down
on your knees. It goes down real easy. I want you to tickle my balls
while you're at it. That feels real good."

	Kneeling in front of him, Gail tentatively sucked the head of
his dick into her mouth. She knew she couldn't swallow the whole
thing. But Tom was having none of that. If he was going to get his
dick sucked, he was going to get it sucked properly. Grabbing her
head, he forced her face all the way down to his pubic hair. Gail
thought she was going to suffocate. Her mouth was full of dick and her
nose was full of hair. There was no way she could breath. Holding her
breath, Gail continued to suck until Tom shot what seemed like a
gallon of cum down her throat.

	"Thanks Gail. That was pretty good, but I'm sure the next time
Bill asks you to suck a dick, you'll be much better."

	(Oh God, Gail thought. I certainly hope I never have to do
that again.) Out loud she said, "Thank you Tom. I didn't think I did
too bad for a beginner. But I'm sure I'll be much better the next
time I'm asked to suck your cock."

	Tom had pulled his pants up and the two of them were just
getting ready to leave when the doorbell rang again.

	"Get that, would you please Gail," Bill said.

	Gail was terrified. There was no telling who was at the door
and she certainly didn't want to show off her naked cunt to the UPS
man. Opening the door a crack and peeking around it, she was relieved
to discover that it was Sam and Mary. At least they had seen her
before so she wouldn't be showing off anything new, other than the
scarlet tint in her ass.

	"Come on in," Bill said. "Gail, get our guests something to
drink. Tom, Susan, would you all like another?"

	Soon everyone was sitting around the living room listening to
Bill as he recounted the events of the day.

	"... so we had just finished giving her a lesson in how to
give blowjobs when you folks arrived." Gail was then directed over to
where Sam and Mary sat so they could examine the state of her ass.
They then had her turn around so they could examine her pussy. It was
still as smooth as a baby's ass.

	"Not too bad," Sam said. The color of her ass is nice and the
hair on her pussy seems to be slow growing back. At this rate, you
won't have to shave her but once every two or three days. If you need
some help the next time you decide to do it, be sure and let me know."

	"I will for sure, and probably Tom as well. But say, I've got
an idea. As I told you earlier, Tom and I were giving her lessons in
proper blowjob technique. I'm sure she could use another lesson. Gail,
ask Mary if it would be all right for you to suck Sam's dick."

	"I really don't want to Bill. I think I've sucked enough dick
for one day."

	("Oh shit, why did I say that?" Gail thought as she found
herself inverted over Bill's lap. That was just asking to get my ass
beat, and I know I'm going to have to suck that dick anyway.")

	"SHITT, OH DAMN, SHIT! I'M SORRY BILL, I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I'LL
SUCK HIS DICK. PLEASE LET ME SUCK HIS DICK. I'M JUST A FUCKING
COCKSUCKER, SO PLEASE QUIT BEATING MY ASS AND LET ME GET ON WITH IT!"

	Bill ignored all this wailing and kept on pounding her
backside until he reached twenty-five.

	"Shit, my hands starting to get sore from all the whippings
I've had to give this tail today. Would someone else like to take over
and finish this off?"

	"I would," Sam said. "After all, I'm the one she rejected."

	"OK, little cocksucker. Get over there to Sam."

	Sobbing and wailing her apologies, Gail flung herself across
Sam's lap. "I-I- I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean it like that. I'd love
to give you a blowjob, it's just that... "

	"Never you mind Gail. I understand. Now you just relax and
I'll get this over with as soon as I can."

	Gail expected Sam to stop at twenty-five, the other half of
her normal dose of fifty licks. But when he reached twenty-five, Sam
kept right on whacking her ass.

	"OH, OOOO SHIT THAT HURTS. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SAM? OOOOOO
FUCK ME, OOOO GODDAMN THAT BURNS. PLEASE SAM, HAVEN'T I HAD ENOUGH?
THAT'S FIFTY LICKS ALREADY."

	"No it's not Gail. It's only thirty-two. I've got another
eighteen to go. Now you just be still and try not to make too much
noise. I'll be finished here before you know it."

	When Sam finally finished, Gail rolled to the floor and just
lay there, her ass throbbing. She didn't have the strength to move.
And she still had a blowjob she had to give.