Part One

My name is Kym. I am 29 years of age, and have been married to Michael for 3 years. I am a slut, and I am in deep trouble with my parents-in-law. I deserve sympathy but I do not seem to be getting any.

My troubles started nearly six months ago when Michael was away on a business trip. My friend Colleen invited me out to a local bar for drinks. I am not normally much of a drinker but on this night I did let my hair down. I am ashamed to say it but I was drunk.

I knew it was time I went home so decided to go to the toilet, and then round up my friend Colleen who was dancing with some dude on the dance floor. I literally staggered to the toilet, feeling decidedly unwell. On my return, I attempted to locate Colleen. My head was swimming and I felt nauseas.

Two young guys in their early twenties came up to me and started making suggestive remarks. I attempted to push pass them but was unsteady on my feet and instead tripped into the arms of one of the guys. Before I knew it they had ushered me out the side door to the alley. I protested and tried to push away but was no match for them in my inebriated state.

I started to really panic as I realised I was in big trouble. I started to cry. Suddenly there was a big booming voice behind me, which I recognised despite my fear and drunkenness.

The two guys stood their ground for a moment, but then their bravado evaporated and the dirty rats decided to scupper. I turned towards the direction of my saviour and fell into his arms. I looked up into the eyes of Michael's father, Ben. My father-in-law is a big bear of a man, in very good physical condition for his 55 years. Ben hugged me close and I cried uncontrollably on his shoulder.

I was vaguely aware of being led back through the crowded bar, out the main door onto the street. I remember being placed into a car but that was my last memory of the night.

When I awoke the next morning I hesitantly opened my eyes. Not surprisingly my head throbbed. I was not in my own room, and was momentarily panicked as I tried to piece together the events of the last evening. Then I remembered Ben coming to the aid of his drunken daughter-in-law. I looked closer at my surroundings and realised I was in the spare bedroom of the home of my parents-in-law Ben and Jane.

Then I noticed the bedside clock. It was 11.45a.m. I had slept the morning away. To make matters worse it was Friday morning, and I was due at work at 8.30a.m. I buried my head in my pillow and groaned.

'What an idiot', I silently chastised myself, 'What a bloody stupid, stupid idiot'. I was so embarrassed about having to confront my parents in law. What must they think of me? Drunk in a bar and allowing myself to be placed in a position whereby I could have been raped, but for the timely intervention of Ben. Again I groaned at the pain and humiliation.

I hauled myself upright and sat on the edge of the bed. For the first time I realised I was naked except for my bra and panties. Someone had obviously undressed me and put me to bed. I blushed with the shame.

There was a dressing gown hung over the end of the bed, so I put it on and shuffled to the door. Sheepishly I opened it and peeped around into the hallway. All was quiet. I took a deep breath, lifted my head off my chest, reassured myself all would be well, and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

Jane was busy baking, which she is apt to do. Whenever she visits Michael and I she always comes loaded with a welcome array of cookies and cake.

Jane looked up when she noticed me standing in the doorway, 'Well look what the cat dragged in. Feeling better I trust?'

'Jane, I am soooo sorry about last night. I don't know what you must think of me. It was so out of character of me to drink so much alcohol.'

Jane raised her hand to stop me in the middle of my attempt at redemption.

'Kym, we are ashamed at your behaviour', Jane's words were blunt and cut through me like an emotional knife, 'But more important is you have let down Michael. What will he think of his wife's behaviour?'

At these words my emotions boiled over and tears began rolling down her cheeks. I was deeply ashamed, and somehow words of explanation seemed empty, probably as I knew there was no way I could put a positive spin on my behaviour.

There seemed like an eternal silence between the two of us. Jane glaring at me with contempt, and me with tears flowing, feeling every bit like a recalcitrant child.

Finally Jane spoke, 'I want you to go and have a shower, clean yourself up, then come down here so we can deal with this matter properly.'

I was not sure what she was meaning but was so humiliated by the situation that I jumped at the chance to flee the cutting words of my mother-in-law.

As I was half way up the stairs Jane added, 'And Kym, I want you only wearing the dressing gown, nothing else.'

'Yes Ma'am', was all I could say. My hungover brain tried to make sense of Jane's request but frankly I was too emotionally contrite to deal with it. But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Tears were still welling up in my eyes as I showered. I kept shaking my head, trying to comprehend my own stupidity. Once showered and dried I certainly felt better physically. And emotionally I had resolved to do whatever it took to deal with this matter in the eyes of my parents in law. I deeply loved Michael, and knew I had let him down badly. Plus I had the greatest respect for Jane and Ben. They had been great to me, and had welcomed me with open arms as a daughter in law.

I pulled on the dressing gown, took a deep breath, then bravely set off on the long journey down the stairs to the kitchen. Jane was not there, and I felt a brief moment of relief. Perhaps she has taken pity on me and felt I have been humiliated enough. However my heart sunk when I peeped around the corner into the lounge. Jane was sitting there reading a magazine. She did not look up or acknowledge me in any way.

Gingerly I walked over until I was standing in front of her. My eyes were focused on her feet, as I was sure I would begin crying again if I looked her in the eye.

After what seemed an eternity Jane put down her magazine. 'Kym, I am not going to give you a long lecture, as I know you fully understand how disgraceful your conduct has been.' I whimpered, but doggedly held back the tears. 'I am going to deal with this matter now, and if you accept your punishment, the matter will be closed and nothing will be said to Michael. Is this what you want?'

Frankly I did not know what I wanted, or what I was agreeing to. But one thing I did know was that I did not want Michael to know about my disgraceful behaviour. I knew he would be gutted.

'Yes Jane', I whimpered, hardly recognising my own voice

'Yes, what?'

'Yes, I want to deal with the matter know.' Somehow I could not bring myself to mention the word 'punishment'. Anyway, I was sure when she was speaking figuratively when using the term 'punishment'. I am an adult. Adults don't get punished. Certainly not by their mother in law.

'Take off the dressing gown'.

'Oh my god', was all I could utter.

'Now girl!', Jane commanded with such authority it startled me and my mouth dropped open. I needed to say something. Anything. But no appropriate words would spring to mind. My mind was blank, but somehow my body cranked into life. Almost mechanically my arms untied the cord of the dressing gown and it fell open. I was just so aware of being exposed, and I felt my face flush.

I looked into Jane's eyes, and clearly she was waiting for me to complete the task she had asked of me. With great reticence I pulled the robe from my shoulders and it fell to the floor in a heap around my feet. I was totally naked. More naked than I had felt in my entire life.

Jane's eyes burned into me as she scanned my body up and down. Belatedly I moved my hands to cover my most private parts.

'Don't!' Jane commanded.

I felt degraded, and a fool. I did not know how to act. What was happening to me?

I was then aware that Jane's eyes were fixated on my pubic area. Oh no. I suddenly remembered two weeks ago I had shaved off my pubic hair as a surprise for Michael.

He had been excited by it and felt it made me look sexy. Right now I felt anything but sexy. What would Jane think of me? I felt like a slut.

'Dear oh dear', Jane muttered as her head moved from side to side in a disapproving manner. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.

I almost felt relieved when she reached out and grabbed my forearm, pulling me unceremoniously over her lap. But then my mind caught up with events and I realised to my horror and shame I was about to be spanked. I tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a low gasp.

I waited for the inevitable. Aware that my bottom was perched high on her lap. I briefly shuddered in horror at the thought that she could probably see my pubic region peeking through. I clenched my buttocks in an attempt to retain some decorum of modesty.

Then without warning the first spank connected with my left buttock. I cried out like a baby. The spanking continued in a steady rain of hand spanks, alternating between each buttock

'Please stop', I wailed, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!' My tears flowed freely. My bottom was burning, and I was sure it would be glowing red. I tried to squirm but Jane's arm held me firmly in place.

Finally the spanking stopped, but I continued to lay over Jane's knee like a limp rag. Eventually I found the strength to pull myself to my feet. My hands reached behind to my buttocks. They were warm and tender.

'Go and stand in the corner' Jane's finger pointing to a corner of the lounge. I was aware I would have to walk past an open window to get to the corner. My eyes looked at Jane pleadingly, but she continued to point. With great reluctance I dragged my feet towards the corner, quickening my pace as I passed the open window. I didn't dare to look out in case I saw to my horror that someone had noticed me, naked as the day I was born. I felt like a child as I placed my nose in the corner, hands still caressing my tender backside.

'I should leave you there like that until Ben gets home from work', Jane scolded. I audibly groaned. 'But I don't want you getting in my way all afternoon.'

I let out a sigh of relief. Being naked and spanked by my mother in law had been a humiliating experience almost beyond belief, but to be seen naked by my father in law would be a humiliation I could not bare

'However', Jane continued, 'I want to see you back here sharply at 6.30pm for dinner, followed by a chat.'

'Yes, ma'am,' I responded submissively.

'You and I may have settled this matter, but you still need to put matters right with Ben'.

Jane's bottom lip quivered.

Part Two

After informing me I had to return at 6.30p.m. for dinner and a 'chat', Jane made me remain naked in the corner for an agonising 20 minutes before dismissing me curtly.

'We will see you at 6.30 p.m. sharp.' It was a command, not a question.

'I will be here Jane', was my subservient response.

'Under the current circumstances, I think I prefer it when you call me 'Ma'am'.

'Yes Ma'am'. Could the humiliation get any worse? It was probably just as well that I was totally naive as to how much worse matters were going to get for me.

I picked up the dressing gown, placed it over my shoulders and beat a hasty retreat to the guest bedroom. During my corner time Jane had made my bed and neatly laid my clothes on a chair. I quickly dressed and disappeared down the stairs and out of the front door. I was too embarrassed to face my mother in law again at the moment. Once outside I realised I had no means of transport. Pride would not allow me to re-enter the house to ask for a ride home, so I set off on the 30 minute walk despite wearing my high heels from last night.

Once home I lay down on my own bed and tried to take in the events of the past few hours. What had just happened to me? Why did I submit? A 29-year-old woman does not get put over the knee of her mother in law and get spanked. Yet that was just what had happened to me. It was all too much for my brain to absorb, still fuzzy from my previous nights over-indulgence. I closed my eyes to block out the thoughts and emotions swirling around in my mind.

Slowly I re-opened my eyes, and realised I had fallen asleep. I glanced at my bedside clock. 6.20 p.m. What!!! I rechecked on my wristwatch. 6.20 p.m. No! No! No! How could life be so cruel? Hastily I threw on a change of clothes and combed my hair. No time for make-up. 6.30 p.m. Where are those damn car keys. Fortunately we had taken Colleen's car last night so mine was parked in the garage.

As I backed down my driveway I glanced at my watch. It was already after 6.40 p.m. and I still had to drive the 7 or 8 minutes to my parents in law's home. I berated myself continuously on the drive over, cursing my ineptitude. I could see any small respect that Jane and Ben may still have for me flying out the window. Add tardiness to my list of sins. My self-esteem was at an all-time low.

Once at their home I dashed up to the front door and rung the bell.

No response. I waited. Rang the doorbell again. Still no response. I could hear movement inside the house.

'Please answer', I silently begged to myself.

Finally the front door swung open, and there stood Jane, clearly far from happy.

'I am sooo sorry', I found myself pleading, not for the first time. 'I fell asleep and did not wake until.....'

'Come inside', Jane cut me off mid sentence, 'Your dinner is already on the table getting cold. We have started without you.'

A part of me wanted to run away and hide in embarrassment. But I knew for the sake of my marriage to Michael I had to continue on and face the music.

I followed Jane into the dining room where Ben was seated, silently eating. Normally Ben would always greet me with a welcoming hug and a huge smile. But not today.

He glanced up, acknowledged me with a brief greeting, then returned to the task of eating his meal.

In silence I seated myself and begun picking at my meal. Somehow I had lost my appetite. I felt I needed to say something. Perhaps if I showed Ben my sincere gratitude for saving me last night he would warm to my presence.

'Ben, I cannot thank you enough for coming to my rescue last night. You are the greatest father in law a girl could wish for. I cannot thank you enough.' Somehow my words seemed insincere and empty, despite my genuine gratitude.

Ben looked up at me with sad eyes. 'I was hurt by your behaviour'.

Despite myself I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Yet again I reflected on how badly I had let everybody down. Nothing I could say would change matters, so I returned to picking at my meal.

Finally Jane spoke. 'Kym. Ben and I have discussed the situation. We genuinely believe you have the potential to mature into a fine wife for our son. As your parents in law we are going to ensure you fulfil that potential, no matter what it takes.'

'Thank you Ma'am', was all I could bring myself to say.

'Clearly words are not going to have the necessary impact. You will be punished like a child until we feel you have matured into the young lady we desire.'

'Yes Ma'am'

'We will be the sole judge of when you need to be punished, and what form that punish will take. If you co-operate fully we will keep all matters between the 3 of us. If you fail to co-operate we will inform our son of your behaviour, even though I know it will break his heart. Do you understand?'

'I think so Ma'am'

'Do you understand!!' Jane barked with such ferocity that I jumped in my chair.

'Yes Ma'am'

Silence followed.

'May I ask a question Ma'am'? I sounded like a contrite child.

'Yes', Jane responded without warmth.

'I understand that you may punish me if I ever misbehave, but please tell me that Ben will not be present. I swear I will die with shame.'

'My darling daughter in law', Jane responded with the hint of a smirk, 'Shame is an important part of the punishment. We intend to shame you out of your poor behaviour. Ben will indeed be present. In fact he will administer the punish you are going to receive tonight.'

'Tonight.' I responded in horror. 'But you have already punished me severely.'

'Darling, I have dealt with you for your behaviour last night. But Ben needs to seek forgiveness. And then there is the none-to-small matter of you arriving late for dinner despite my request for you to be here at 6.30p.m sharp. What if Michael had been having an important dinner engagement.' I sensed Jane was almost enjoying the situation as I squirmed shamefully in my chair.

I looked to Ben pleadingly. He had said little to date, and I hoped this meant he was reluctantly involved in this whole crazy thing.

'Ben, I have really, really suffered. I know I have done wrong, and I promise I will not disappoint you in the future. Please do not go through with this. I do not deserve to be humiliated or punished further than I already have.' Tears rolled down my cheeks as I struggled to maintain my composure, and what was left of my dignity.

'Kym,' Ben spoke softly but firmly while looking me directly in the eye, 'We want you to go into the lounge, undress so that you are totally naked, and stand in the corner you are now familiar with until we are ready to administer your punishment.'

My jaw dropped in utter horror. 'Ben, Jane, please,' I pleaded tearfully, 'Do not make me do this.'

'Kym, Kym, Kym,' Ben responded, 'You have a choice. It is our way, or deal with Michael directly. Perhaps, on second thoughts, we are being foolish to try and deal with this matter ourselves. You are our son's wife, and he should rightfully sort out matters affecting his marriage.'

My resistance evaporated in an instance. I quickly went into the lounge, but just stood there foolishly, feeling my heart beating rapidly. I cannot do this. I just cannot do this. But even as my mind was screaming these words out to me, my hands were unbuttoning my blouse. I then noticed that one of the window blinds was still open so quietly went to it and began closing it. I tried to do it noiselessly but somehow my parents in law heard me.

'If you try to close that blind you will receive a double dose of punishment', Ben's voice boomed out.

Quickly I reopened the blind and walked to the corner of the room where I had stood naked for my mother in law after receiving a severe spanking. Huddling close to the corner so that I could not be seen from anyone passing the window I removed my clothing. Humiliation building with the removal of each item of clothing. My face was flushed with shame, and my body shook with the dread of what was to come. I could not believe I would have to stand naked in front of my father in law. And with my pubic hair shaved off so that my nether lips would be in clear view. I hung my head against the wall and quietly sobbed.

I could hear Jane and Ben talking casually in the dining room, as if it was an evening like every other. Time seemed to stand still for me.

Finally I heard noises in the room but dared not turn my head for fear of making my predicament worse.

'Keep your hands at your side, and come to the middle of the room.' It was Jane's voice.

Briefly I hesitated, took a deep breath, then turned and walked to the centre of the room. I stared at the carpet but was aware of the 2 figures seated in the lounge chairs to my right.

'What a delightful figure', Ben admired, 'Such pert little breasts'.

Under different circumstances I might have been flattered, but at this very moment I was totally humiliated. Could it get any worse? I was about to find out it could.

'Look at her pubes, Ben', Jane goaded, 'The shameless little hussy has shaved them totally off. Obviously modesty is not her strong suit. Clearly she wants everyone to see her little cunt.'

The use of the 'c' word caused me to sob loudly in shame.

'Come closer girl so I can get a better look.' Ben took over the role of humiliator.

I shuffled one step closer to my seated in laws.

'You get over here now or I will tan your hide so that you cannot sit down for a week.'

With the greatest reluctance I shuffled closer, then closer again, fearing I might not be close enough for their satisfaction.

'She wants to put it in your face now,' Jane laughed, clearly enjoying the control she was exhibiting over her daughter in law.

I just stood there, tears now rolling in a steady steam down my cheeks onto my breasts, dripping off the end of my nipples.

Ben's eyes were fixated on my naked pussy. I stole a glance at his face and could swear I saw a look of lust in his eyes. To my absolute horror I felt a familiar tingling warmth in my vagina. I could not believe it. You bloody slut, my mind screamed out at me. I was such an emotional wreck, being constantly bombarded with emotions I had never felt before in my whole life. I had never been degraded in such a manner.

Again, I almost felt relieved when Ben's big muscular arm pulled me over his lap, even though I knew I was about to be spanked. As I lay across his lap I was shocked to feel his rock hard penis pressing against my belly. My parents in law were getting it off at the sight of my humiliation. The thought just added to my emotional turmoil.

The spanking began, and unlike Jane, Ben's spanks did not alternate between buttocks. They were not a lot harder, but he spanked continuously on one buttock until it was on fire before switching to the other side. Needless to say I cried out a lot, but was always aware of keeping my legs locked firmly together. I was sure I would die if I gave my father in law an eyeful of my vagina. And what would he think of me if I did. Would he think I was getting some sort of pleasure out of my shameful situation?

Finally Ben's spanking stopped, and I immediately slid off his lap to the floor, feeling I could retain my modesty better down there. I curled into a ball and tried to stop sobbing. 'Be a big girl, be a big girl', I chanted to myself.

'Kym' I looked up at Jane who had quietly uttered my name. 'You still need to be punished for being late to dinner, however I believe you have been punished enough for one day. When does Michael return from his business trip?

My lip quivered as I tried to be stoic. 'He has a meeting on Monday morning therefore will be away all weekend and flies back in Sunday night.'

'Oh goody'. Jane seemed almost delighted. Perhaps she was. 'We have all weekend. Fortunately for you Ben and I have plans tomorrow, but we will be back in time for dinner. We will see you here at 6.30p.m. sharp. And I strongly suggest you not be late.

I briefly thought of informing my mother in law that I had plans for Saturday night and could we arrange another time, but I think I was wise to keep silent on the matter and instead reschedule my commitments.

'Yes Ma'am, I will be here'.

Part Three

After informing me I had to return to their house again the following night for dinner, my Parents in Law told me to get dressed, and suggested I go home and get a good nights sleep. I respectfully asked if I could go into another room to get dressed, but somehow was not surprised when they told me to get dressed in my special little corner of the lounge while they watched.

I quickly dressed, tried to think of parting words to say to my Parents in Law, but ended up just giving them an embarrassed glance as I beat a hasty retreat to the front door.

Once home I sat in my favourite chair and covered my face with the palms of my hands. I was aware I was being bombarded by an array of physical and emotional sensations. My buttocks felt warm and were tender, but surprisingly not as painful as I would have expected given my two severe spankings I had received today. My mind tried to grapple with the events of the day, and make sense of it all. It helped if I reduced events to their most simplistic base. I had foolishly misbehaved and had been punished. End of story. I tried not to think of my Parents in Law deliberately humiliating me, making me strip naked, and having to display my shaved pubic area to them. My Parents in Law surely had my best interests at heart, didn't they?

I also dare not try to make sense of the fact that my clit was swollen and sensitive.

I ran a bath and attempted to block all thoughts of the last 24 hours out of my head. I thought of Michael. My wonderful husband. I must call him as soon as I am out of the bath.

After chatting to Michael for 45 minutes on the phone I felt relaxed, although I must admit I felt a smidgen guilty when he asked me how my day had been. I told him I had had a wonderful dinner with his parents, and he commented how pleased he was they were looking after me. If only he knew!

I was tired but could not sleep. My mind kept flashing back to the day's events. I saw myself naked, humiliated, and felt the sensations of being thoroughly spanked by my Parents in Law.

My clit continued to throb unabated. I tried to ignore my need, knowing that there was no rational association between the horrors of my day and sexual arousement. But in the end I consoled myself that I had already totally humiliated myself, so completing the day by masturbating was not going to make me feel any worse.

I turned on the light, climbed out of bed, and stood in front of my full-length mirror. I pulled my tee shirt over my head so that I was stark naked. I walked closer to the mirror, as if my Parents in Law were beckoning me forward for a closer look. I could now clearly see my shaved pubic region, with my swollen lips protruding underneath. I visualised the look of lust I had seen in Ben's eyes.

I reached down and easily slid my fingers into my moist inner sanctum. It took only a few short thrusts before my body shuddered with a powerful orgasm. My legs briefly buckled and I had to put my hand on the mirror to support myself.

The strength of my orgasm shocked me, and I took awhile to come back to earth. I staggered back to my bed, as confused as ever but at least the tension within my body had been released. Finally I slept.

The following day, Saturday, I tried to focus on the tasks to be done around the house. I moved mechanically from one menial task to the next. I fought to keep my mind focused on what I was doing. I tried to banish all thoughts of what had happened to me yesterday.

But despite my very best efforts I found my mind wandering back, reliving the humiliation. At times the shame made my eyes teary, but I refused to cry. As the day wore on I found myself reflecting more on my upcoming dinner engagement that night with my Parents in Law. Jane had made it clear I would be punished for being late.

'Was that fair', I asked myself. Probably not, but I am not sure fairness has a lot to do with my situation. If my Parents in Law feel they must punish me to make me a good wife to Michael, then that is the fact of my predicament. I may not understand it, but I will submit to it. Michael would be back in two days. I will have made my peace with my Parents in Law, and I can get on with my marriage as before.

If only I knew the truth. My life was changing forever.

As the afternoon wore on I began to nervously look at the clock. At 5 p.m. I showered and by 5.30 p.m. I was ready. There was no way I was going to run any risk of being late. Time dragged by, minute-by-minute.

I began to worry if I had worn the right clothing. What does one wear when you know there is a damn good chance you may have to strip in front of your Parents in Law? Most of my bras and panties had been bought with the thought of being sexy for my husband. They were skimpy and lacy. But I was sure my Parents in Law would just see them as reinforcing my sluttish behaviour. In the end I selected a white cotton matching set that seemed to me to be the most conservative lingerie I owned.

Shortly after 6 p.m. I could stand the tension no longer and set off on the short drive to Ben and Jane's. I arrived at their home before 6.15p.m. so drove around the block twice until it was almost 6.25p.m. I parked the car and strode up to the doorway. I glanced at my watch. 6.28p.m. I rung the doorbell. I was proud of myself. Finally I had completed a task successfully. I had turned the corner. I would be a great wife for Michael.

My Mother in Law, Jane, answered the door. She welcomed me with a big smile.

'Right on time. Aren't you the organised one', she joked playfully

'Yes Ma'am', I responded, a beaming grin on my face

Once inside Ben greeted me with his usual hug. The three of us stood in the kitchen exchanging conversation, laughing and joking.

The meal was served and the open, friendly conversation continued throughout. I felt relaxed and welcomed in the home of my Parents in Law. It was such a stark contrast to the reception I had got yesterday. I began to believe that I had been forgiven. Ben and Jane had reconsidered my situation and decided I had suffered enough. Thank heavens.

Once the meal was finished I helped Jane clear the dishes (like a good daughter in law should). We all then returned to the dining table and I began chatting again, but soon became aware that I was the only one talking. Ben and Jane were both staring at me intently, and my heart began to sink. I stopped talking. The mood had changed.

After an extended silence Ben spoke, 'It is time Kym. Go and prepare yourself. I think you know by now what is expected of you'.

'Please, please,' I begged, my voice sounding like a young girl, 'I have been punished enough and have really, really learnt my lesson'.

Ben's response could have not been more direct. 'Kym, by continuing to disobey us you are only going to increase both your humiliation and punishment. If you are ever going to mature into the young lady we desire to see as our daughter in law you must obey us without question'.

Even I could not misinterpret a statement like that. Without hesitation I rose from the table and walked around the corner into the lounge. I had seen a lot of this room in the past couple of days, and it did not hold pleasant memories.

I walked to my corner. That dreaded blind was wide open again, but I knew I dared not make any attempt to close it. Huddled tightly in the corner my fingers fumbled as I began to undress myself. Despite having some past experience at doing this the task was not any easier. My heart was beating so rapidly I felt faint.

Once totally naked I faced the corner and rested my head against the wall. It helped to steady my nerves. Again I was made to wait for an extended period, but I knew by now this was part of punishment. By standing naked in the corner my humiliation and shame was being magnified.

Finally I heard them enter the room, and take their seats.

'Come here Kym' Ben spoke quietly but authoritively.

I turned to see Ben's finger beckoning to me. I walked to the centre of room, taking two big strides as I passed the open blind.

Ben continued to beckon. I walked closer to my Parents in Law, then closer again as Ben was continuing to beckon with his finger. When he finally stopped I was only a couple of feet away from them. I could not help but feel deeply embarrassed.

'Kym, we are going to introduce some rules that you must follow.' Jane was now speaking. 'These rules are designed for no other reason than to increase your humiliation. We do this with great reluctance, but feel by doing so there will be greater incentive for you to improve your behaviour.'

I dared not speak, but I was full of dread. What could possibly be more humiliating than what I had endured yesterday and today?

'The first rule is you must keep your pubic hair shaved. This is obviously of great embarrassment to you, and not surprisingly. It also makes you look like the naughty little girl you are.'

I couldn't help but look down at the carpet in shame.

'Secondly, when we call you over to stand in front of us you will put your hands on your head and open your legs wide.'

I gasped out loud. I was mortified. I began to cry, despite my best efforts to hold back the tears.

'Please do not make me do this, I beg of you. Anything else but this'

'Kym, I know this will be very difficult for you, and will take extreme courage on your part. However we have deemed it to be essential to your rehabilitation and you will obey. Assume your position now.'

I did not move. I could not move. I tried to summons up the courage. Tears continued to flow. Ben and Jane were patient. They could see the intense inner turmoil I was going through. This was a pivotable moment. Could I abandon everything I had been taught about decency and how to act as a lady.

Time seemed to stand still for me. Even to this day I do not know how I found the courage to deal with this situation. Somehow I found the strength to lift my arms and place them on my head. I was aware of how it lifted my pert breasts and made them stick out. But my legs would not move.

My Parents in Law continued to be patient. They clearly had sympathy for my dilemma, but had no intention of changing the demands they had placed upon me.

Finally, somehow, I found the strength to begin opening my legs. My feet slid along the carpet until they were shoulder width apart.

'Wider'

I slid my feet out a little wider

'Wider'

My feet were now so wide I could feel my pussy being pulled open. I could only imagine the view I was affording Ben and Jane.

'You really do have a delightful cunt', Ben commented with a smile, 'Michael is indeed a lucky man.' Jane gave her husband a playful dig in the ribs, but was obviously in no way offended by his comment.

I glanced briefly at Ben's crotch and caught a glimpse of the obvious bulge. My cunt began to tingle in that manner familiar to me when it was becoming sexually aroused. I could not believe it. I could not understand it.

'Please do not betray me body', I silently pleaded to myself.

Fortunately at that moment Jane reached up and grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. Because of my splayed legs I fell awkwardly over her lap, and was sure Ben briefly had a full view of my pussy before I was able to bring my knees together.

'You know why you are to be spanked?' Jane enquired of me.

'Yes Ma'am.'

'Why?'

'Because I was late Ma'am'.

'Indeed'

With that the spanking commenced. Despite having been spanked twice yesterday Jane showed my backside no mercy. I was sure she was spanking with more vigour this time, or perhaps my poor bottom was just more sensitive. I tried to be brave, but was soon reduced to tears. I think I had cried more tears in the past 48 hours than I had in the past twenty years.

To make matters worse she not only spanked my buttocks but also my upper thighs, which were also sensitive. Jane continued to spank me way longer than she had yesterday. I was squirming and begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming.

Eventually, finally, it came to an end. I lay on her lap, utterly exhausted. I felt Jane's hands reach under me and pull me to a seated position on her lap. She then hugged me close to her. I put my head on her shoulder and felt strangely comforted, despite the ordeal they had just put me through.

'You have been a brave girl tonight and Ben and I are both proud of you. You have a long way to go, but tonight was a big step on your journey.'

Despite my weariness I managed a small smile of appreciation.

Part Four

For a long while I sat on my Mother in Law's lap, seeking the comfort of her shoulder. I felt strangely comforted, despite the events of the past two days that had been decidedly uncomfortable. Eventually Jane suggested it was time for me to get up and get dressed. I walked to my corner where I had deposited my clothing, but Jane suggested I stand in front of them while dressing.

I scooped up my clothing and walked back over to Jane and Ben, stealing a glance out the open window as I walked past, however it was too dark outside to see if anybody could see my nakedness.

As I stood in front of Jane she took my bundle of clothing off me. She searched through them until she found my bra. She held it up as if inspecting it, before passing it to me. Getting dressed in front of somebody I found to be almost as embarrassing as undressing. After putting on my bra I realised my boobs were not positioned correctly in their cups, but I was too embarrassed to do anything about it. However Jane was clearly not going to let the opportunity pass. She beckoned me to stand closer and bend forward. She reached into my bra cup and grabbed a hold of my left breast. Holding firmly she repositioned my bra so the boob was secure.

I was too shocked to move. I could not believe my Mother in Law was handling me in such an intimate manner. I guess I should not have been surprised, given the developments over the past two days. I felt like a youngster being dressed by her Mum. Jane then reached over to my right breast and repeated the dose. She then sat back and inspected her work. It obviously met her satisfaction as she then rummaged through my clothing until she found my panties.

I expected her to hand them over to me, but instead she put her hands in the waistband and held them out in front of me, clearly expecting me to step into them while she held them for me. Oh, the shame. I put my hand on her shoulder to steady myself, then lifted each leg into the panties. Jane then slowly slid them up my thighs and pulled them into position. I was relieved my private parts were now clothed. I was worried that my slight arousal would be obvious to them.

Jane then handed me the rest of my clothing, piece by piece, and I finished dressing.

Incredibly we then returned to the dining table and drank coffee as if nothing had happened. It was so weird and confusing.

After my second cup of coffee I excused myself and left, receiving parting kisses from both of my in-laws. As I drove home I felt surprisingly buoyant. Although I had been punished, I felt I had pleased my Parents in Law. I had not always obeyed their commands promptly, but I felt they understood how hard it was for me to put my pride and dignity aside. I hoped so much I could become the daughter in law they wanted me to be.

I had been very surprised that my Parents in Law had made no request of me to return the following day, Sunday, as Michael was not due home until Monday. Had I redeemed myself in their eyes? I had a nagging doubt this was not the case.

I half expected to find a message from them on my answering machine when I arrived home, but this was not the case. Was there a very small part of me that was hoping there would be a message? Either Jane or Ben commanding me to be at their house at a certain time, and don't be late young lady.

At that moment the phone rang and I put it tentatively to my ear. Would it be Jane or Ben? I felt foolish when I heard Michael's voice on the other end.

Michael was delighted I had been to his parents for dinner for the second night in a row. He was clearly impressed with how well they were looking after me in his absence.

After chatting with Michael I retired to bed, but again sleep would not come to me. I was not sexually aroused in the same manner that I was with Michael when we were making love. This was more of a deep throb that excited my senses. And I did not need to touch myself to know I was swollen.

Again I climbed out of bed, turned the light on and stood in front of my full-length mirror. I was wearing a tee shirt that came down to my belly button, so my pussy lips protruded clearly underneath. For a long while I stared intently at myself. Then I heard the silent commands of my Parents in Law. Slowly I pulled my tee shirt above my head and off. I placed my hands on my head and admired how my breasts thrust forward, nipples rock hard. I scanned my naked body from my head to my toes.

Slowly I began to slide my feet apart. 'Wider', 'Wider', came the silent commands from behind the mirror. Soon my legs were so wide the muscles on my inner thighs were straining. I could not believe how obscene I looked. And to think Jane and Ben had observed me like this. I held this position for as long as I could, until my legs began to shake and ache. I took one hand off my head and without ceremony thrust three fingers deep into my vagina. I was immediately rocked by an explosive orgasm that sent me to my knees.

On Sunday morning I rose after a sound sleep, feeling surprisingly at peace with myself. I busied myself with the housework, wanting everything to look nice for Michael when returned the next day. I am not really the housework-type of person, but today I felt motivated. Later I did the supermarket shopping, then stopped in to see my friend Colleen, who I had only spoken to briefly since my drunken episode at the bar. She had seen me leaving the bar with my Father in Law, and had tried to follow but by the time she had made her way outside I had obviously been bundled into Ben's car and exited the scene.

Colleen had asked me what had happened afterwards and I wanted to tell her the truth, for her to help me make sense of it. But would she understand my submission to my Parents in Law. Being naked, humiliated, and spanked. I had many doubts of my own, and suspected she would be mortified. Therefore I remained silent on my subjugation.

When I arrived back home late afternoon I took a peep at the answer phone to make sure there were no messages, then began preparing my dinner. More and more I was feeling off the hook with my Parents in Law. Could I put the whole humiliating experience behind me and get on with my marriage?

As I went to pour myself a wine the phone rang. For a moment I just stared at it, letting it ring. Then realised I was being stupid. It could be anyone. Including my darling Michael. At this thought I picked up the phone hastily. It turned out to be one of my bosses from work enquiring as to my health, and whether I would be at work Monday. I reassured her Friday's illness was just a 24-hour virus and I was fully recovered and would indeed be at work. I felt more than just a touch guilty.

As I hung up the phone I noticed my answer phone blinking. There had been another call. It was from Ben. The message was short. Call him immediately. As I lifted the receiver I noticed my hand was actually shaking. I put the phone down and took a couple of big mouthfuls of wine in an endeavour to steady my nerves. With a deep breath and a steely resolve I phoned the home of my Parents in Law.

Ben answered. My voice was weak, and all I managed to say was 'Hello, this is Kym.'

'Kym, I want you over here now' Ben's voice jumped at me down the phone.

Should I tell him I was in the middle of preparing dinner? Could I come later?

Instead, my only response was one nervous word, 'Yes'

The conversation ended. A few demanding words. No explanation.

I worried about changing my clothing but did not want to risk keeping Ben and Jane waiting, so instead turned off my dinner, grabbed my keys, and set off on the short drive to their home. Within 10 minutes of the phone call I was knocking nervously on the door.

Ben answered the door, smiled and gave me his usual hug. With his arm around me we walked into the kitchen. I expected to see Jane but she was nowhere in sight. I sensed she was not home and my nervousness increased significantly.

Ben sat me down at the breakfast bar and poured me a glass of wine. We made conversation, but it was small talk and the atmosphere was thick with tension. Then Ben put down his own glass and looked at me with a small smile on his face. For a moment he searched for his words, but when they came they were direct and to the point

'Jane and I have decided you need to be punished today. We are going out to dinner with friends, but have decided to get the matter dealt with now.'

'But why?' I pleaded. What had I done? Had I not suffered for my sins?

'Kym, you need to understand we will punish you when we see fit to do so. There will not always be a reason. But we want you to be the best daughter in law possible. And a great wife for Michael. To reach this goal you must learn to obey. You must learn to trust that we have your best interests at heart.'

I just stared at Ben. Frankly I did not understand

Ben continued, 'Jane will be home shortly, and I want you undressed and ready for us when she arrives'

At least I felt a little better knowing that Jane would be there for my punishment.

'Finish your wine and get ready. I need to get dressed for dinner.' With that Ben departed up the stairs.

I just sat there, stunned. The irony of it was not missed on me. He was going to dress for dinner, while he expected his daughter in law to undress and submit to a punishment. How dare he. Indignity began to rise up from within. I was a mature woman, the wife of their son. I would not be treated in this manner. It was unnatural and unwarranted.

I snatched up my keys. I'm out of here. Enough is enough. My hand reached out for the front door handle. But then I froze. Doubt began to replace defiance. What would be the consequences for my marriage if I fled? What of my future relationship with my in-laws?

My shoulders began to slump in defeat as I realised I had little choice other than to accede to the demands of Ben and Jane. For a while longer I gripped the front door handle, as if I was holding onto the last piece of my dignity. Eventually letting go, I walked into the lounge, holding my head high in a silent, but pointless, act of defiance.

The blinds were all open, as it was only 6.00pm and still light outside. I walked around the room and closed all the blinds. Damn the consequences, as if by this single act of defiance I was proving to myself I was not just a pawn.

Then I found myself standing in the corner. 'My corner', as my Parents in Law quaintly referred to it. I just stood there, hanging onto my newfound courage. Hands on my hips, refusing to undress. I would have looked stupid to anyone witnessing this scene. I was being defiant, stroppy and argumentive. Great, except I was the only one present in the room.

But then I heard noises above my head, which was Ben moving around in his bedroom. I thought I heard a door opening. Was Ben coming back downstairs?

Damn. Damn. Damn. Defiance was dead. Quickly I began to undress, throwing my clothing off without another thought. I didn't want to think of the consequences. No more debates with myself. Once naked I turned and faced the corner, closed my eyes, and waited for whatever lay in front of me.

It was a full 10 minutes before Ben came down the stairs. I heard his footsteps as he walked into the lounge. I was especially apprehensive being alone, and naked, in the room with Ben. When naked with Jane I knew it was about humiliation and a prelude to spanking. But with Ben there had been sexual overtones. He was clearly aroused by my nakedness. I conveniently shut out the fact that I had also been aroused. Although I did not understand what had caused my arousal, I knew it was not because I was sexually attracted to my Father in Law.

As Ben walked across the room and stopped behind me I was aware I was holding my breath, and could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I heard him doing something in the vicinity of my feet and could not resist opening one eye. Ben had gathered up my clothes and was now leaving the room with them. I was confused and more than a little apprehensive. This had not happened before.

I returned to my corner time and was acutely aware of the silence of the house, save the occasional muffled noise of Ben moving about in another room somewhere.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the noise of the front door opening and I heard Jane calling out to Ben that she had arrived. I almost breathed a sigh of relief knowing I was no longer alone in the house with Ben.

But then to my absolute mortification I heard other voices. Jane had clearly not arrived alone. I began to panic, but could not think of an appropriate action. I wanted to flee, and briefly thought of climbing out of a window. But somehow the thought of being naked on the street did not appeal as a suitable option. There was no other way out of the room, and my clothes were gone. I now realised what Ben had been up to. He had anticipated my reaction and knew I would have got dressed when I realised other people were in the house.

With no suitable options to my get out of my predicament I remained huddled in my corner. My mind rationalised that my in-laws would not betray me by allowing someone else to see me naked. If I stay still and quiet the guests, and hopefully Ben and Jane, will leave for their dinner engagement, with the guests none the wiser that a young lady was standing naked in the corner of the adjoining lounge.

From the voices I could ascertain the visitors were a couple, and from the conversation I gathered the male was a business acquaintance of Ben's. I had met many of my Parents in Law's friends and tried to place the voices, but couldn't.

They continued to chat in the kitchen and I could hear wine bottles being open and drinks served. I was suddenly aware of how dry my own throat was, and realised I was hardly breathing in my attempt to be as quiet as a church mouse.

Then to my horror I heard Jane suggest they would be more comfortable in the lounge. 'No! No! No!' my mind screamed but before I had a chance to react I knew they were at the doorway. Whatever I could have done to prevent my shame, it was now too late. I stood as still as a statue, willing myself to be invisible.

The conversation stopped dead, and I heard the female guest cry out in surprise. 'For heaven's sake, there is a naked lady in your lounge'

I could feel the tears of humiliation well up in my eyes.

'Now isn't that a surprise', Ben responded with a hearty laugh, 'Take a seat and I'll do the introductions.'

I felt like I was going to faint and tried to take in some deep breaths.

'Now don't be rude Kym', Ben addressed me, 'Turn around so I can introduce you to our guests'.

Slowly I turned around to face everybody. One arm was across my breasts, while my other hand was in front of my pubic region. If you have ever wondered whether it is more humiliating to be naked in front of acquaintances or strangers, I can assure you they are equally bad.

The guests were a couple not much older than myself, perhaps in their mid-30s. Being so close to my own age just added to my misery. Whilst the male had a wry smile on his face and was obviously enjoying the pleasant surprise of having a naked lady standing in front of him, the female was clearly in shock. Her mouth hung open as if she could not quite believe what she was seeing.

'This is John and Debbie'. Jane did the introductions. 'They are from Ohio' Jane added, as if knowing they were from out of State somehow made the situation more bearable for me.

Jane then turned to her guests, 'And this charming young lady is our daughter in law, Kym'

I did not move or utter a sound. Neither did Debbie. The fact that I was the daughter in law did little to account for the fact that I was stark naked.

'Kym is from New Zealand. Our son, Michael, met her there while on holiday' Heaven knows why Jane added this little snippet of information. Would the fact I was originally from New Zealand in someway explain my naked state?

'Oh' was all Debbie could add, still in shock, 'from the land of the kiwi, the All Blacks rugby team, and the America's Cup'.

Her knowledge was actually only right on two of the three points. New Zealand was no longer the holder of yachting America's Cup, but somehow I did not feel now was the occasion to enter into a discussion on my country of origin.

The brief conversation died and there was an embarrassing silence, broken only when Jane reached out to me with her empty wine glass. 'Be a sweetheart and get me a refill.'

I now had a real dilemma. To take hold of her glass I had to either remove my arm from across my breasts, or remove my hand from my pubic region. Both were alarming options, but I decided there was no way I wanted to expose my shaved pubes so reluctantly lowered my arm from in front of my crushed breasts.

Hastily I took the wine glass and retreated to the relative safety of the kitchen. My eyes scanned the room for any sight of my clothing, but they were nowhere to be seen. I refilled the glass and tried to pluck up the courage to return to lounge.

'Hurry up there, young lady. I am thirsty' Jane sung out good-humouredly.

Reluctantly I re-entered the room and handed over the glass. For the next 30 minutes I became their naked waitress, fetching drinks and nibbles for them. As embarrassing as it was, I was thankful for the opportunities to retreat out of sight into the kitchen. I also stood to the side of them so that my nakedness was perhaps not quite so obvious.

Debbie was clearly bewildered by it all and I sensed she wanted to ask me what an earth I was up to, parading myself around naked. While the other 3 engaged in conversation, I could feel Debbie's eyes following me in and out of the room. She wanted an explanation.

Perhaps sensing this Jane addressed her visitors. 'You are no doubt wondering why Kym is naked.'

Debbie nodded her head enthusiastically, desperate for an explanation

'Kym is being punished. She has not been a good wife, but Ben and I believe that by shaming and punishing her she will reach the potential we know she has. Is this not so Kym?'

'Yes Ma'am,' was all I could say.

'And you actually agree to this?' Debbie enquired incredulously

'Yes Ma'am' I responded, blushing with embarrassment.

'How is she punished?' Debbie enquired of my Mother in Law

'She is about to be punished now. You and John are welcome to stay if you wish, otherwise we will go to the restaurant and leave Ben to join us after he has punished Kym'

I could not believe what I was hearing.

John was clearly enthusiastic about staying to watch, but Debbie was hesitant. I silently prayed she would turn down the offer. Even though I did not want to be in the house alone with Ben, it was preferable to being smacked in front of strangers.

But Debbie's curiosity got the better of her and she nodded her head affirmatively. My heart sank. This was not going to be good for me. The meaning of humiliation was about to be redefined for me, yet again.

'Come and stand in front of us in the manner you have been instructed' Ben commanded of me

'No, not that. Please, not that', I pleaded. I knew the consequences of disobeying but could not help myself.

'You have just earned yourself increased punishment young lady. I suggest you do not push us any further.'

Again I felt faint, but somehow shuffled forward until I was standing directly in front of the four seated persons.

'Come closer'

I obeyed

'Assume your position'

Mechanically my arms lifted and I placed my hands on my head. My breasts jutted out, nipples erect. I did not want to endure the slow humiliation of gradually opening my legs and being further humiliated with requests to open them wider. Therefore in an instance I splayed my legs as wide as I could.

I thought Debbie was going to have a heart attack. She was shocked I could even think of debasing myself in such a manner. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

All four sets of eyes locked onto my shaved pubic region. I knew from my masturbation session in front of the mirror last night how obscene I looked. My pussy lips were pulled open and I was acutely aware of the cold air hitting me. I prayed Ben or Jane would rescue me by pulling me forward onto their lap.

Then Debbie made a comment that hit me like a sledgehammer

'She looks like she is swollen. The little slut doesn't enjoy this does she?'

I could have died. Ben and Jane smiled knowingly. They had known. They knew that some deep dark primal urge was being excited by my humiliation. I could not look at them and closed my eyes

'Well?' Jane taunted me.

'No Ma'am'

'No what?' Jane continued to taunt

'No, I am not excited by this in anyway' I lied. 'I am totally humiliated'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes Ma'am'

Jane knew I was lying and could have continued to pressure me, but she knew she had scored the victory.

'Very well. Get across my knee.'

I stood up straight, then lay across her lap, careful to keep my knees together.

'Since you defied us earlier you will receive an extra punishment.'

'Yes Ma'am' I just wanted to get it over with.

'Your extra punishment will be a spanking on you pussy once your backside has been well and truly dealt to. Now open your legs wide.'

The meaning of humiliation was again redefined for me. I opened my legs, knowing full well that Ben and the visitors would be afforded a full view of my vagina. I could only imagine the look on Debbie's face

What followed was the most intensive spanking I had received so far, which was exacerbated by the fact by buttocks were still tender. I cried and yelped like a baby.

Jane alternated methodically from one buttock to another. She was not a big lady but she carried a powerful arm.

She did not stop until my backside felt like it was on fire. I doubted if I would be able to sit for several days. I then felt Jane's hand pushing on my inner thigh.

'Open those legs up wider young lady' I did not realise that with all the squirming and jumping around during my spanking my legs had not remained fully open. I did as instructed, and held my breath for my first pussy spanking (but certainly not my last).

When the first spank connected with my vagina it stung and I cried out in surprise.

Jane continued to spank me fast and vigorously. The pain and warmth sensations travelled deep into my stomach. It hurt like hell, but was totally different than being spanked on the buttocks.

Instinctively I would begin to close my legs, but Jane would just stop the spanking, push my legs wide open, then resume the assault on my vagina.

By the time Jane stopped I was gulping in air between sobs and was covered with sweat. I rolled off her lap and onto the floor. I was vaguely aware that someone was actually clapping. I did not look, but I strongly suspect it was Debbie.

Part 5

My Parents in Law thought it would be good therapy for me if I put pen to paper and recount some more of the humiliation and punishment I have received at their hands.

Good for the soul, they said. As if I need to write it down. The images are firmly embedded in my memory bank. And probably on my backside as well.

Well, let me continue. Firstly, my darling Michael did arrive home on the Monday as planned, and was none the wiser for the humiliation and punishment I had received from his parents, Ben and Jane. In fact he was clearly impressed with the amount of time I had spent with them over the weekend.

'Given how well you are getting on with my parents is a great relief to me,' Michael commented, 'I can relax while I am away knowing you are in good hands'. If only he knew what parts of my anatomy were receiving their 'good hands'.

Over the next week or so Michael and I visited his parents a number of times. Initially I was nervous inside their house. I kept getting distracted by flashback images of standing naked in my corner, or going over the lap of Jane or Ben. It had been an unreal experience that one does not easily erase from one's mind. However I soon relaxed as Ben and Jane behaved as if nothing had happened, and in fact went overboard to make me feel comfortable.

Almost two weeks had passed since that fateful weekend. It was a Thursday morning and I had not been at work long when I answered the phone. I was surprised to find it was Jane ringing me, as she had never contacted me at work before.

'Ben and I are expecting you for lunch. 12.30 sharp. Do not be late.' It was clearly a command from Jane, not an invitation. 'And tell your boss you are likely to be late back after lunch.'

'Jane, I cannot do that,' I pleaded, 'my boss would be far from impressed.'

'You may find him surprisingly agreeable,' was Jane's response before promptly hanging up, leaving me dumbfounded. For a long while I held the phone to my ear, playing the conversation back over in my mind. Trying to make sense of it all. But like so much of my recent contact with my Parents in Law, it made no sense at all.

Why the sudden lunch invitation? Was I to be punished? What had I done? Why not wait until after work? Why risk me getting into further trouble with my boss, especially as I had missed a day's work two weeks ago and my boss was clearly unimpressed with how late I had phoned up to advise him I would not be in.

My boss, Geoff Swift, is a University graduate who only joined the Company three months ago. I would guess his age at 21 or 22 years old. I am employed as his Research Analyst. To be honest I had applied for his role as I have been with this company for over three years and thought I had the necessary experience. I was hurt when they employed this young graduate instead. To make matters worse he was very good looking and it was sickening to see many of the women in the company making passes at him. As you may have well gathered, I am not a great fan of 'Mr Good Looking, Smarty Pants, Geoffrey Swift'. However I very much value my job, therefore are very careful not to get on the wrong side of my boss, despite my dislike of him.

For the next two hours I tried to focus on my work, but a maddening debate was swirling around in my head. I did not want to ask my boss for time off for a long lunch, but I also feared the consequences of letting down my Parents in Law. I did not know why Jane had phoned me out of the blue to request I be present for lunch, but I rationalised it must be important.

Finally I plucked up the courage to go into Geoff Swift's office. He was busy reading a report and I waited like a nervous child until he glanced up at me and raised one eyebrow in an enquiring manner. So bloody smug, I thought. I tried to sound confident as I asked for an extended lunch break

'And may I ask why?'

Why? Why? Bloody hell, I hadn't thought of why.

'I have a Doctor's appointment', I stammered. 'Womanly problems', I added stupidly, hoping that would shut him up.

I was staggered when his response was a very big smile. 'Take as long as you need to sort out your little problem'.

The rest of the morning dragged by, minute by minute. At one point I glanced over at Geoff's office and he gave me a friendly little wave. I pretended I had not noticed him, and returned my attention to my computer screen that I had been staring at blankly for most of the morning. Is that little bastard trying to hit on me, I wondered, with him suddenly being all friendly towards me?

Finally it was midday, and although it was only a 15-minute drive to my Parents in Law's house I did not want to take any risks of being late. I had already suffered the consequences of being late, and I so wanted to impress my Parents in Law that I was well on the road to being the perfect Daughter in Law.

Not surprisingly I arrived at their house early so did my little trick of driving around the block a couple of times until it was almost 12.30pm. With some satisfaction I rang the doorbell at 12.29pm. Jane answered immediately and greeted me with a warm hug, which was repeated by Ben when I entered the house. I tried to act normal, but as you can well imagine I was confused as to why I was there. Surely they would not think of humiliating me and punishing me in the middle of my working day.

If Jane and Ben could see the confusion on my face they were ignoring it. The three of us made small talk while Jane continued to prepare lunch. Like the dutiful Daughter in Law I offered to help and was given the task of setting the table. Alarm bells rang in my head when Jane asked me to set the table for four persons. Visions of the humiliating John and Debbie incident flashed before my eyes, but I tried to blank them out. I was about to enquire who the fourth person was going to be when the front door bell rang.

Ben answered the door and I heard him greeting a male visitor. I returned to my task of setting the table, and tried to hide my curiosity.

I just about dropped a plate on the floor when I heard a familiar voice greet me.

'Well, hello there Kym. What a surprise.'

I swung around in terror and came face to face with......yes, you guessed it. My boss, Geoff Swift, looking all dapper in his designer jacket and trousers. My mouth hung open and I swear my heart stopped beating for several seconds.

'But....but...,' was all I could muster. I looked to Ben and Jane for some sort of explanation. For what seemed an eternity Ben and Jane just stared back at me, smiling, and obviously not in a hurry to elaborate on why my boss was standing in the dining room of my Parents in Law.

'Lunch is ready. Be seated', Jane chanted, clearly not about to give any sort of explanation. As I took my seat at the table I gave a pleading look at Ben, searching for answers. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'Life is just full of its little surprises, isn't it.' That is for sure.

Geoff and my Parents in Law made polite conversation as the salad lunch was consumed. I remained silent, and deliberately focused on chasing my food around the plate. Somehow my appetite had waned. I could tell from the conversation that Geoff was a stranger to Ben and Jane, which only served to increase my apprehension.

'Sorry you are not well today, Kym', Geoff had turned his attention to me.

I looked back at him confused

'The Doctor', he smiled, 'Womanly problem'.

Suddenly I remembered my lame excuse, and flushed with embarrassment.

'Doctor? Womanly problems? What on earth are you two on about', Ben enquired.

'Little private joke', Geoff responded, looking very much like the cat that had just got the cream.

As we finished our lunch I began to sense an air of anticipation at the table. I suddenly felt like the sacrificial lamb being thrown to the lions. I couldn't help but slump down in my chair in a futile attempt to be insignificant.

'Sit up Kym', my Mother in Law commanded.

'Yes Ma'am', I obeyed without hesitation, feeling so embarrassed that I was being spoken to like a child in front of my boss.

'The time you got rotten drunk you missed a whole day off work, it that not correct'' Jane continued to address me.

'Yes Ma'am', I responded, even though she knew the answer to this question

'You did not give a thought to the inconvenience you caused your boss or your fellow workers?'

'But I did not mean to sleep in Ma'am.' I did not like the way this conversation was heading one little bit, and felt compelled to defend myself.

'You are an adult. Are you not capable of getting to work on time?'

'Yes Ma'am.' My head slumped forward in abject defeat.

'Ben and I have discussed this matter with Geoff, and we have agreed you need to be punished for this behaviour.'

'No! no!', was all I could mutter, absolutely mortified at the thought that I could be punished in front of my boss, a young man whom I held in contempt. At that moment I was sure I would die from the humiliation if I were forced to go through with it.

'It would place a great financial burden on you and Michael if you should ever lose this job. You clearly have not put your marriage first.'

I bit my lip in an attempt to starve off the tears welling in my eyes.

'But Kym, you need to understand we are going to give you the choice. Ben and I have discussed this matter and feel it should be best dealt with by you being punished. And since Geoff is the one most inconvenienced by your behaviour, it is only right that he should participate.'

'Participate', my mind screamed out, but I dared not utter a word.

'By allowing yourself to be punished we can all put this matter behind us and move on with our lives like mature adults.'

'Mature adults?' I mentally questioned. It is easy for her to say. She is not about to have her bottom bared for a spanking.

'Whilst we sincerely believe the punish will help make you a better Daughter in Law, we will not force you to participate. You can choose to leave and we promise you nothing more will be said of this matter.'

I sat, stunned. Yet again my Parents in Law had my mind in turmoil. A part of me wanted to race to that front door and beat a hasty retreat. But deep down I wanted to face up to what I had done. This was the new Kym. Taking responsibility. I resolved to try and negotiate a compromise

'Please, if I agree to be punished can it not be in front of Geoff', I pleaded to my Parents in Law.

I then turned to Geoff, and in the most sincere and contrite voice I could muster, addressed him, 'Geoff, I am truly so sorry for my behaviour. I realise how much I must have inconvenienced you, and I promise that I will never let you down again in the future. But please, I ask that you do not be present for my punishment. The humiliation would be more than I can bear. I have already suffered terrible embarrassment by having you here, and you knowing I will be punished. But please, not with you present.'

'We are not going to bargain with you young lady.' It was Ben who chimed in. 'It is important we are the sole judges of what form the punishment should take. Make your decision now. Leave through the front door if you wish. Otherwise go to your corner and prepare.'

I am glad I was sitting down as I was shaking with nerves, and I was struggling to keep down what little I had eaten of my lunch. I knew I could simply get up and walk away. But deep down I knew that was not going to happen. The big question was whether I could muster the courage.

For a long while we sat in silence, tension filling the air. They awaited my decision. Although I suspect Ben and Jane had little doubt what that decision would be. Finally, without a word or a gesture of any kind I stood, and in the most confident manner I could, walked around the corner of the dining room and into the lounge, making my way to 'my corner'.

As I began to undress I tried to blank out the consequences of what I was doing. I don't think I could comprehend the fact I was going to strip totally naked and let my young boss see the most intimate parts of my body. Then to make it worse, I was going to be punished like a naughty little child. I felt faint, and took in big gulps of air to clear my head.

Finally I was totally naked, and stood silently shaking in the corner, awaiting whatever fate was to befall me. After what seemed an eternity I heard the familiar sound of footsteps entering the room

'You know what to do next,' Jane had taken command again.

I took several deep breaths, turned, and with eyes downcast walked slowly over to where the three of them were seated. For once I did not hurry past the open windows.

The humiliation of walking towards my boss stark naked was unbearable. I knew my small firm breasts, with pointed nipples, would be in full view. I knew his lecherous eyes would soak up the sight of my shaved pubic area, with my vaginal lips protruding below for all to see.

I came to a halt in front of them, and without prompting assumed my position. My arms slowly lifted to place my hands on my head, elbows out, breasts thrust forward invitingly. Then the final surrender. I slide my legs wide open, exposing myself luridly to my wide-eyed boss and my smirking Parents in Law.

Nothing was said, as I stood there presenting myself. For the first time I lifted my gaze from the carpet and took in the sight of three pairs of eyes soaking up the sight of my naked body. Despite myself my body stirred, and I felt an inner warmth. It was at this precise moment that a sickening thought hit me, and I could sense myself blushing further with shame. A part of me was enjoying my humiliation. Up until know I had refused to entertain such a thought. Nobody could enjoy being shamed, humiliated, treated like a child, and then punished until they cried like a baby. But at this precise moment I knew this was not totally true.

I did not enjoy what was happening to me. The humiliation and pain I felt was very real and ego crushing. But on another emotional dimension I was experiencing a level of sexual gratification I had never felt in my whole life. My emotions were being stripped to their inner core where hidden and primal needs lurk within us. It was a realisation that was very hard to deal with.

My eyes focused briefly on Geoff's crotch. He had a raging hard on and made no attempt to conceal it

'I had no idea you were so beautiful', my boss murmured, clearly appreciative of my bold display of nakedness. 'Your bald cunt is a very nice touch.'

'Thank you sir' I responded with a mixture of embarrassment and genuine gratitude. I may not have been so appreciative if I knew what he had in store for me.

'It is time to move on to your punishment Kym', Jane addressed me. 'Since Geoff is the one you offended with your behaviour, he will decide how you are going to be punished.'

This was no surprise to me, but the news still hit hard. The ultimate humiliation yet again redefined for me. To be spanked by my boss who was barely in his twenties.

'I have been giving this great thought', Geoff rubbed his chin ponderously as if to emphasis the brainpower he had put into this. 'I think you should both warm her up with a good old fashioned over the knee spanking. I will then punish her for her disappointing attitude towards her employment

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly at the thought of what I was about to endure.

'Furthermore,' Geoff continued, 'She will receive additional punishment for lying to me today about the real reason for needing to take an extended lunch break.'

That was grossly unfair I felt, but knew that to speak out at this time would only make matters worse for me.

'That sounds like a very good approach to me. And a very fair punish. Do you not agree Kym,' my Mother in Law enquired.

Reluctantly I agreed, 'Yes Ma'am.'

'Good girl, lets get started then'

Without further ceremony Jane pulled me over her knee, taking care to position me so that my buttocks were perched at the highest point on her lap. Then her trademark spanking commenced, alternating methodically from one buttock to the next. I tried to be brave, as I did not want to appear to be a crybaby in front of my boss. You would think that with everything else that had happened this day that being a crybaby would not have been a great concern. But a lady has her pride.

I was just starting to sniffle when Jane stopped. It was shorter than her normal spanking, and she was obviously taking into account the punishment I had ahead of me. I slid off her knee and crawled to Ben. His strong arms lifted me up like a hapless rag doll. I was immediately aware of the stiffness of his penis pushing against my stomach. It increased my awareness of my own inner sexual warmth.

Ben did not punish me with the same consideration his wife had. His spanking was vigorous and prolonged. Again I tried to be brave but was soon thrashing around on his lap and kicking my legs in the air. I could only imagine the view I was affording my young boss. I cried out and begged him to stop. Finally he relented, and I slide to the floor in exhaustion, my bottom glowing.

Fortunately Geoff had enough consideration to allow me to lie there for a few minutes so that I could at least make a partial recovery of sorts.

It was Jane who reached down and helped me to my feet.

'Assume your position', she requested. Wearily I obeyed, placing my hands on my head, and splaying my legs open in a very unwomanly manner. Jane walked behind me

'Wider' she commanded. I slide my feet out wider. I was mortified when I felt her hand touch my tender backside. She ran her fingernails up and down my left buttock, then repeated the dose on the other side. She then ran a finger up and down the crack between my buttocks, each time moving closer and closer to my vagina. Then her finger stopped at the edge of my pussy lips.

'Will you go wider for me', she whispered gently into my ear.

Without hesitation I opened my legs even wider, straining my inner thighs. I felt the cold air rushing into my vagina as my lips opened. Jane's finger moved to the centre of my vagina, and rested on my labia, pressing gently against my clitoris. I was breathing deeply, and I must admit it was a very intense moment.

'You are wet, aren't you my dear,' she whispered into my ear

'Yes ma'am', I responded, barely audible

'Tell the others so they can hear.'

I looked into the eyes of my boss and my Father in Law.

'I am wet'

Such a delicious humiliation.

I know I am an emotionally mixed up young lady, but I think I was actually disappointed when my Mother in Law removed her finger.

'I think she is ready to continue her punishment Geoff'

Geoff needed no second invitation to take up Jane's offer. As he stood up I saw Ben hand him a small bag. Geoff removed from the bag what looked very much like a small riding crop that I had seen jockey's use on horses. A shudder went up my spine. Until now I had only been hand spanked, and that was very painful.

'Turn around and go down onto the floor on your hands and knees' He sounded like my boss handing out another work request. I obeyed, and felt extremely foolish. Like a pet dog or something. All I needed was a leash around my neck.

'Rest your head on the floor and stretch your buttocks up in the air'

With great reluctance I obeyed, knowing only too well how exposed I would be to him. No part of my vagina would be hidden from his view. Nor my anus.

'Stretch your buttocks back more' he commanded, and I obeyed, arching my back.

I held my position, waiting for the punishment to commence. My senses were heightened. My nose was pushed down against the carpet and I was aware of the odour of dust and grime imbedded in its fibres. I could sense Geoff getting ready to strike the first blow, and tried to prepare myself.

When the crop impacted my buttocks there was an explosion of pain. I cried out and reflexively reached back to rub my buttock.

'Get back into position' There was authority in his voice.

I lowered my head to the carpet again and arched my back. Geoff spanked me a second time, and although the pain was intense I managed to hold my position

'Good girl', he commended me. This made me more determined to take my punishment.

He followed up with four further spanks to my very tender backside, and although I cried out with each blow I held my position.

Following the six strikes on my buttocks with the riding crop, Geoff declared, 'You have taken your punishment well for being a tardy employee. You are forgiven.'

'Thank you sir' I responded gratefully, my voice muffled by the fact that my mouth and nose were still buried in the carpet.

'Now lets deal with your lying today young lady, then your punishment is finished.'

He had a cheek referring to me as young lady, however I was in no position to give him a lecture on etiquette.

'I have decided that your poor buttocks have had enough punishment for one day.'

'Yes sir, they are definitely very tender'

'Therefore your final punishment will be on your upper thighs.'

'Yes sir' I responded apprehensively. I had not been spanked on my thighs, but I imagined it would not be pleasant.

'Now roll over onto your back'

'My back, sir?' I questioned, confused.

'Yes your back girl. You do know your back from your front I trust.' My boss sounded impatient. I was confused and embarrassed by my silly question. I rolled over onto my back

'Lift your legs in the air and grip the back of your knees with your hands'

I could not believe what he was asking of me. To expect me to expose myself in such a manner. My sense of the ultimate humiliation had been redefined for me several times in recent weeks, and had just happened again for the second time today.

But I didn't refuse. I didn't protest. Instead I lifted my legs into the air and gripped my knees with my hands as instructed.

'Legs straight, toes pointed.'

Why do people like to give out instructions that only serve to increase one's discomfort and humiliation? Perhaps I have answered my own question.

Geoff brought the riding crop down on my thighs, just above my buttocks. It certainly stung and I struggled to hold my position. The second and third blows were higher up my upturned thighs. The fourth blow struck the crease between my buttocks and thighs and I couldn't help but let my legs go, so intense was the pain. As my legs sprung forward I connected with Geoff's groin. Fortunately I did no damage, but was very embarrassed.

'That has earned you one extra spank. Now get back into position'

I hastily obeyed, disappointed with myself for not fully taking my punishment. Geoff gave me two further painful blows with the riding crop, and my legs began to shake.

'Hold yourself steady. Legs straight. Point those toes. You have your one last extra spank for not taking your punishment properly'

I struggled to obey. I was drained of energy and my buttocks and thighs ached. With dogged determination I held my legs up straight so my thighs were fully exposed to him. When the final blow connected it was the most powerful, and I let out a long, low groan of pain. But I held my position, wanting to prove I could take it.

'You have done well Kym.' It was Jane speaking to me, her tone now friendly and supportive. 'You can get up and get dressed.'

'Yes Ma'am' I staggered to my feet, feeling like I had been run over by a bus.

'Don't be late back to work' Geoff smirked at me, given me an exaggerated wink.

'No sir'

Part 6

My concerns that life would never be the same following my spanking session with my boss, Geoff, and my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben, were both right and wrong.

My work environment has continued on largely unchanged. Geoff has never mentioned the luncheon punishment at my Parents in Law's house. He has largely treated me as he did prior to the incident. Although sometimes I catch him staring at me through his office window with a small smile on his face. I am probably wrong, but I always imagine he is reliving the spanking incident, and is picturing my nude, exposed body receiving the riding crop on my buttocks or thighs. It sends a shiver up my spine and I cannot help blushing.

I have made a determined effort not to change my behaviour towards my boss, but in reality this has proven very difficult to achieve. When your boss has witnessed you in such an intimate, exposed manner, and had the opportunity to punish you severely, your attitude towards them cannot help but be altered. Right or wrong, it is the reality. Trust me on this.

There is no doubt I am more subservient towards Geoff. Not to the extreme that I am like a slave to him in the workplace, or even run around trying to please him all the time. But I do no longer view him with contempt and openly try to put him down. And when he does ask me to do something I try extra hard to achieve it, and enjoy receiving his positive feedback. Perhaps it is an indication that not only has my attitude to Geoff changed, but also perhaps my whole personality has undergone a change. Am I becoming a better person? A better wife? A better Daughter in Law?

Many weeks have passed since the luncheon incident with my boss, Geoff. However every single week I have been 'invited' to my Parents in Law's house at least once, sometimes twice. Mostly my 'invitations' are to drop in after work on my way home. If Geoff is away on business I am invited over for dinner, and these are always the most intense, drawn out punishment sessions.

On two occasions my Parents in Law have invited me over for lunch. On these occasions I need to ask for an extended lunch break from my boss. I always blush when I ask him if it is all right if I am back 30 minutes late from lunch as I have to visit my Parents in Law. Geoff readily agrees, with a knowing smile on his face. I get the impression he is hoping he will get a second invitation to join us all for lunch.

When my Parents in Law invite me to drop in after work I do not have a lot of time, as my husband, Michael, generally arrives home around 6.00pm, which gives me an hour to spare. These after-work punish sessions tend to be straight to the point, and devoid of much of the preliminaries.

When I enter my Parents in Law house I briefly greet Jane and Ben before going straight into the lounge and standing in the corner. They have now changed my routine slightly, as I think they feel it adds to the embarrassment for me. I now stand in the corner fully dressed, waiting until they enter the lounge and are seated.

When instructed to do so, I then walk over to them and proceed to undress while they watch my every movement. I am no longer extended the courtesy of being able to remove my clothing in relative privacy. As I take off each item of clothing I pass it to Jane who carefully folds it and places it on the coffee table beside her. When she has completed the task she reaches out her hand towards me, which is my cue to remove the next item of clothing and hand it to her. Once I forgot to wait until she had put her hand out, and received an extra dose of spanking.

The most embarrassing part is always when I remove my panties. Not because it exposes my shaven genitalia to them, but because there is always a damp spot in the crotch of my panties, resulting from the sexual excitement caused by the anticipation of my upcoming humiliation and spanking. I have tried changing my panties just before I leave work to drive to my Parents in Law, but despite the fact that it is only a 15-minute drive I still have secretion on my panties when I arrive.

When I hand my panties to Jane she always goes through a little ritual of opening them up so she has got a clear view of the crotch. She views the wetness, and shakes her head disapprovingly. This always causes my lower lip to pout, and I am genuinely ashamed of myself.

To make matters worse she then passes them over to Ben who repeats the routine. He then likes to make me even more mortified by lifting my panties up to his nose and inhaling my aroma.

Once they have completed the panties routine, and I am totally naked, I must assume my lurid 'position'. I place my hands on my head, push my elbows back, and thrust my perky little breasts forward. Then I open my legs wide and wait. They then take the time to inspect my pubic area to ensure I am freshly shaven. If they feel the stubble is too long it is reason for additional punishment.

Initially it was always only Jane who inspected my pubic region, but now she shares the task with Ben. The whole process is torturingly humiliating, but is more so when it is Ben touching my genital area. Especially as it is evident through the bulge in his trousers that he is erect. Although the purpose for touching my pubes is supposedly to check that I am freshly shaven, both Jane and Ben always manage to 'accidentally' rub the back of their hand, or a finger, against my swollen lips and clitoris. On such occasions I struggle to stop myself from pushing my hips forward in an attempt to increase the pressure of their touch.

They both know well that these humiliation and punishment rituals are very sexually stimulating for me. However they never allow it to become overt, and is never spoken of outside of the punishment sessions. It would therefore be very poor form for me to act in a manner that was clearly, and overtly, sexual. I had the impression that if I thrust my hips forward they would be very disapproving, and the resulting punishment would be severe.

Once the inspection of my genitalia is complete I am pulled over Jane's knee without ceremony and given a short, sharp spanking. I must then thank her for the spanking before walking on my knees over to Ben to get a repeat dose. I then thank him also for the spanking. They know that I will shortly be on my way home to Michael and therefore take care to ensure my backside is not too tanned. In fact by the time I arrive home most of the redness is gone, although my buttocks are sensitive enough to remind me I what I have been through.

I think Ben and Jane know that the humiliating ritual they put me through is almost worse than the actual spanking, therefore do not feel any need to make the spanking lengthy or overly painful.

Once they have finished spanking me I stand up in front of Jane and she takes the folded bundle of my clothes and methodically dresses me like a little child. Even to the extent of giving me a pat on my bottom to send me on my way home.

When I arrive home I am always on a high and feeling very sexual. I struggle to wait until bedtime so that I can make love to my husband, Michael. Since my punishment sessions commenced my sexual appetite has skyrocketed, much to Michael's amazement, and extreme pleasure. When we have sex I love to feel his rough hands touching my tender buttocks. It makes my orgasms explosive.

Whenever Michael is going away on business, which tends to be every three weeks or so, my Parents in Law always invite me over for dinner. I know I will also be punished. What I do not know is how I will be punished. Ben and Jane always try to vary these sessions to find new ways of humiliating and punishing me.

On one of these dinner sessions, about six weeks ago, I arrived sharply at 6.30 as instructed. Jane said she had forgotten to get something for dinner and asked if I wanted to ride in the car with her to the supermarket. I was always wary of being in the house alone with Ben therefore readily agreed.

Jane backed out of the garage onto the road, but did not drive off. She turned her head towards me and looked me straight in the eye.

'Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees.'

I was shocked. Up until now my humiliation had always been conducted within the confines of my Parents in Law's home. And I always felt this is where it would remain. I was totally unprepared for Jane's request and sat there stunned, unable and unwilling to move.

'Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees' She repeated herself slowly, as if talking to a child who was struggling to understand the request

I wanted to say something to her about the inappropriateness of what she was asking of me, but as is often the case in these types of situations, words failed me.

I inhaled a few deep breaths, then reached down and unbuckled the belt of my jeans, and unfastened the fly. As inconspicuously as I could I raised my bum off the seat so that I could lower my jeans and panties. As I lowered my backside I felt the roughness and cold of the car seat pressing against my nakedness.

'Lower them to your knees, as I asked'

I lowered my jeans and panties until they were bunched on my knees. Jane then reached into the glove box of the car and pulled out a box of tissues, removing several of them.

She leaned towards me with the tissues in her hand.

'Raise your bottom' Jane requested.

I looked back at her, frowning with confusion.

'Raise your bottom so I can put these tissues under you. I don't want you secreting your juices on my car seat, do I?'

Oh my God. How utterly and totally humiliating. Her propensity for finding new ways to humiliate me knew no boundaries.

I raised my bottom and felt totally foolish as she carefully laid the tissues under me. Once completed Jane set off for the supermarket

I began to get uneasy as we turned onto roads where there was more traffic. I was mortified that someone would look into the car while we drove pass and see my nakedness.

Jane could see the apprehension written all over my face

'Don't even think of pulling your jeans up. If you do you will receive a severe punishment.'

I hung my head and stared at the crumpled heap of clothing at my knees. I was afraid to look up in case I saw someone looking down at my naked thighs. We travelled the rest of the way to the supermarket in silence. As we arrived at the supermarket car park Jane drove past empty car parks until she found one that was directly under a light. She looked over at me with a self-satisfied smile

'Back shortly' Jane disappeared into the supermarket to do her shopping.

I furtively began looking around the car park, carefully watching for people moving about. If someone walked beside the car I would be fully exposed to them. What if it was somebody I knew. I then spotted a mother with her young daughter heading directly towards our car. In a blind panic I pulled my panties and jeans up. I did not have time to fasten them, but rested my hands in front of my pelvis to conceal myself.

As the woman walked right past the car she looked over at me and gave me a polite smile of acknowledgement. I sheepishly smiled back.

Once the woman and child were out of sight I looked over to the supermarket and spotted Jane walking towards me. I frantically lowered my jeans and panties, trying not to make it obvious to Jane what I was doing.

Jane placed the groceries in the back seat of the car, hoped into the driver's seat, and drove away without a word.

I silently blew a heavy sigh of relief. That was close. Almost busted.

We drove in total silence

We were nearly two-thirds of the way home when my Mother in Law pulled the car over to the side of the road.

She then turned to me and looked at me in anger

'You pulled your panties and jeans up, didn't you?'

Oh darn. This was not good.

'Yes Ma'am. But you don't understand. There was a mother and child walking directly past the car. They would have seen my nakedness.'

'No you do not understand, Kym. When I give you an instruction, you know you must obey it. Now give me your belt.'

I tried hard not to cry, but couldn't help sniffling. I pulled the belt out of my jeans and reticently handed it over to my Mother in Law. With the belt held in her hand Jane got out of the car and walked around to my door. As she opened my door she unfastened my seatbelt and before I knew it she had pulled me out of the car.

I grabbed hold of the car to maintain my balance as my jeans and panties were around my knees and very much restricting my movement.

With one hand on my shoulder she roughly turned me to face the car. Then to my mortification she reached down and lowered my jeans and panties to my ankles, exposing me even further. Even though the road was in an industrial area, and not a main thoroughfare, there was still a good chance of a vehicle driving past.

I then felt the bite of my own belt across my bare backside, and it caused me to cry out. Jane was not holding back. The spanks came fast and furious. Gone was her normal methodical approach of alternating the spanks between buttocks. Even my thighs were not spared. I buried my head in my arms on the side of car and tried to stifle my tears.

I heard the toot of a horn and looked up to find that a motor vehicle with two young teenagers in had driven past. They must have appreciated the view as they did a U turn and drove back past slowly. Even though it was semi-darkness they would have been able to see my naked backside was getting a damn good spanking. Jane continued on, undeterred by the sightseers.

Finally she stopped. My buttocks and thighs were on fire

'Take off your jeans and panties'

I quickly complied, and handed them to my Mother in Law.

'Now get in the car'

The car seat felt like sandpaper against my buttocks, and I let out a low groan. The tissues were gone, and had obviously fallen out when I was pulled from the car. Jane noticed this.

'Are you wet?'

'No Ma'am'. I wasn't lying. Normally I am swollen and wet when I am humiliated, but what I had just received was a straight out punishment for misbehaving. It had happened so quickly, and been so severe that I was not sexually stimulated.

'Let me check. I am not sure I can trust you tonight'

With that she held her hand out in front of my pelvis. Reluctantly I slide my legs open to give her access to my vagina

'Lift up'

Gripping the sides of the seat I lifted myself up, careful to keep my legs spread. Embarrassingly she ran her fingers up and down my pubic lips several times. I willed myself not to become stimulated.

Even though I was sure I was dry she did not seem satisfied. Or perhaps it was just for the humiliation she knew it would cause me. She pulled more tissues from the box and placed them under me.

Satisfied that I was now not going to stain the fabric on her car seat she started the car, and drove the rest of the journey in silence.

Once back at their house Jane drove into the garage and turned the engine off.

'Get out of the car, close the garage door, then come inside and tell Ben why you have been punished.' Jane then exited the vehicle, my jeans, belt and panties in her hand.

I looked out the back of the car and could see the roadway through the open garage door. My Parents in Law's garage and house is off the road a bit, probably about forty yards. But close enough for anyone to get a clear view if they should look down the driveway. The road appeared deserted. Quickly I leapt out of the car and raced to the garage door. For what seemed an eternity I struggled to find the cord to pull the door closed, but finally completed the task. I then made my way into the warmth of the house.

Jane was in the kitchen completing her preparations for dinner. She ignored my presence. Meekly I put my head around the corner into the lounge and spotted Ben sitting in his favourite chair reading the newspaper. I gingerly walked over to him, only too aware of my nakedness from the waist down. Ben's face was hidden by the newspaper. I waited patiently, but he continued to read, seemingly unaware I was there.

I coughed polite to attract his attention. Ben slowly lowered the newspaper and looked at me enquiringly. If he was surprised by my nakedness he did not show it

'Yes Kym?' he enquired politely, but with a detectable hint of smugness.

'I have been punished by...your wife.' I knew I was not to address my Mother in Law as Jane during our punishment sessions

'And may I ask why?'

'Because I did not keep my jeans and panties down at my knees as asked'

'And how were you punished?' Ben was clearly enjoying the Question and Answer time.

'I was made to stand naked beside the car while your wife spanked me with my own belt'

'And did anybody see you?'

'Yes sir. I think two teenagers saw me getting spanked and drove back a second time'. This was gut-wrenchingly humiliating. But now that I was back in the safety of my Parents in Law's house, having to recount the incident, I was finding the sexual excitement that had been previously absent. I squeezed my legs together and could feel the genital puffiness of early stimulation.

'Turn around and let me have look at the belt marks on you bum.'

'Yes sir' I turned around, and lifted my top up so he could get a good clear view of my backside.

'Did you cry?'

'Yes sir. I tried to be brave and strong like you want me to be. But it hurt heaps and I could not help sobbing'

'Did you wet the seat of my car?' Jane yelled from the kitchen, so loud that I was sure the neighbours would hear.

'No Ma'am.'

'No what?'

'No Ma'am, I did not wet the seat of your car.' Jane could totally humiliate me just with her words

'You know I do not trust you tonight. Go and fetch the tissues so that I can inspect them.'

Flushed with embarrassment I walked back to the garage, rummaged around in the car to find the tissues I had been sitting on, then returned them to the kitchen where my Mother in Law was waiting from me. I placed the tissues on the kitchen bench, then stood silently, waiting, hands by my side. I felt like such a little child.

Finally Jane finished stirring the pot on the stove, and nonchantly turned to where I had placed the tissues. She made a real show of inspecting each tissue for any sign of dampness. Then to be doubly sure she brought them to her nose and sniffed.

'All right, I believe you on this occasion. Now take off the rest of your clothes'.

I removed my blouse and bra so that I was totally naked.

'Now set the table for me'

'Yes ma'am'

We then sat down to eat. I was very self-conscious, being totally nude while we chatted away and ate our meal. I tried to act normally but it was damn hard. I was also very aware of my tender backside and thighs. I was not comfortable in my chair, but tried not to wriggle around too much.

Once the meal was finished and we had cleaned up, I was expecting to be taken into the lounge for further punishment. But as I mentioned, my Parents in Law have developed the habit of varying my punishments during these evening sessions.

Ben pointed to the side door that went out into the back yard. 'I want you to go out into the yard and wait for me to come out. I want to have a cup of coffee first, and then I will be out to finish your punishment.'

I stood aghast. Even though high fences enclosed the yard, the neighbouring houses were close by.

'And stand in the middle of the yard where we can see you.'

Again the boundaries were being pushed by my Parents in Law. However I did not even attempt to argue the point. I knew better than that. Gingerly I opened the back door and peered out into the yard. The lights from the neighbours meant the yard was surprisingly well lit.

I walked to the middle of the yard. Even though I knew the neighbours could not see me I still felt very vulnerable and exposed. I looked up at the kitchen window and saw Jane and Ben both staring at me as they drank their coffee. I stood with my hands crossed in front of my breasts, partly because it was cool outside, but also it preserved some of my modesty if a nosey neighbour happened to peek over the fence.

Eventually I heard the door open and saw Ben approaching me. He held my belt in his hand.

'Raise your arms straight up in the air', he commanded

I hastily obeyed

'You are to receive a further six spanks with the belt. If you do not keep your arms straight above your head I will start over again. Is that clear.'

'Yes Sir'

'If you do not want the neighbours looking over the fence to investigate you will remain very still and allow me to deliver the six spanks quickly.'

'Yes Sir, I will try very hard sir' I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for the first blow. I knew from Jane's spanking that the belt would be painful.

And it was. The first spank caused the air to expel from my lungs with a whoosh. I bit my lip so as to not cry out. I was paranoid that if I made an anguished noise a neighbour would surely come and investigate. The noise of the belt connecting with my backside was loud enough.

The subsequent five spanks followed in quick succession, and I suspect Ben was taking it a little easy on me. As the last blow connected I heard the noise of a neighbour opening a door and walking outside. I bolted inside the house like a frightened deer, which made Ben chuckle.

That evening signalled a significant development in the punishment sessions delivered by my Parents in Law as they have moved outside the sanctuary of their home to deliver the punishment.

On three further occasions Jane has taken me for a drive in the car before dinner, usually under the pretext of having to get something she had forgotten for the meal. Once we pull out onto the road way she directs me to lower my jeans. On the last occasion I was wearing a dress, and thought I would get away with pulling it up around my waist. However she made me remove it, and my panties, totally. She then made me open my legs as wide as the confines of the car would allow. As we drove we passed close to several vehicles and I blushed with shame. But I hate to admit it; I was also becoming very excited.

I was now more relaxed with these outdoor excursions, and as the nervousness subsided it was replaced with sexual excitement. The thought of being caught in this compromising position was become an aphrodisiac for me.

The worst part was as I became sexually excited I also became very wet below, and Jane had abandoned the humiliating exercise of making me sit on tissues as I had proved I could be a good girl while sitting butt naked in her car.

On these drives my Mother in Law would always find a dark street where she would pull over and make me get out of the car so that she could administer a punishment to me. On this last occasion she acted very angry when she glanced down at the car seat and saw the wet spot. I received a double punishment, and was made to clean the car seat in the nude when I got home.

My punishment sessions were taken to another level last week when I travelled away for the weekend with my Parents in Law. Michael was going to be away for several days on business so Jane and Ben suggested to their son that I come away with them for a few days break. Knowing how much I was seeing of his parents, Ben knew I would be delighted and happily agreed on my behalf. In truth, if the decision had been left up to me I would have still gone.

And it turned out to be a very memorable occasion.

Part 7

All week I was excited by the prospect of my weekend away with my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben. I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me, but that only served to increase the anticipation. I hate to admit it but I could feel my knickers getting damp just visualising what they may do to me. I enquired a couple of times from Jane as to what our itinerary was, but she just smiled back at me and said nothing.

'But how will I know what clothes to take?' I enquired curiously

'Oh, I think you will need little clothing.' It was an innocent enough response from Jane but I blushed at the underlying connotations.

On the Friday evening my husband, Michael, dropped me off at his parents house on his way to his business meeting. Michael had no sooner departed when my Parents in Law informed me we were about to drive to the airport. It had been a long time since I had flown and I was excited by the prospect. We threw the suitcases in the boot of the car and set off, Ben driving, Jane in the front passenger seat, and myself in the backseat.

'Where are we going?' I enquired like an excited child.

'Well, wouldn't you like to know', Jane responded with her usual big grin. 'It is a surprise.' The tone of Jane's voice changed. 'Now, young lady. You know how I expect you to be behaving when you are in our car. You don't want me to pull over on the side of this busy road and punish you for being such a disobedient Daughter in Law.'

I blushed yet again. Jane was of course referring to the fact that whenever I travelled with her in the car I always had to have my bare backside on the seat. Without hesitation I unzipped my snug-fitting stretch jeans and wriggled them down over my backside and down to my knees. My knickers then followed suit.

Jane looked over my shoulder to check that I had obeyed correctly. She smiled when she noticed I had pushed them right down to my knees, as she requires. Jane then rummaged in the glovebox and when she turned around again she had several tissues in her hand. This was always so degrading. My Mother in Law would put tissues under me when I sat naked in the car, as she knew I became so sexually stimulated that my juices would secrete onto her car seat. The only difference this time was that I was going to have to do it myself, as Jane could not reach.

Sheepishly I took the tissues from her, raised my backside off the seat, and carefully laid the tissues under me before settling down again. The drive to the airport proceeded without further incident.

As we approached the airport carpark I became increasingly nervous as there were many people moving around and the area was well lighted. As we pulled into the carpark I was frantic, but dared not move.

Then to my absolute relief Jane turned to me, 'Pull those pants up, you naughty little hussy. Showing yourself off like that to everybody.'

I responded in a flash and my knickers and jeans were back in place in record time.

We were only in the airport lounge a short time when our flight was called, not that I had any idea what our flight was. It was not until we were seated in the aircraft and our Captain welcomed us to our flight to Ohio that I found out our destination. This gave me goose bumps, as I knew that Ben's business partner, John, and his wife, Debbie, lived in Ohio. John and Debbie were the only people, aside from my boss, Geoff, who had witnessed first hand my being punished by my Parents in Law. I wanted to ask if we were going to be meeting with John and Debbie, but felt it would be no use, as they would not tell me anyway.

On the flight the three of us were seated together, with me in the middle and Jane and Ben either side. Once we were in the air United served us with drinks and a snack, then we settled back to enjoy the flight. I pulled the airline blanket over me, lowered my seat back, and closed my eyes.

I felt Jane's hand gently touch my shoulder, and as I turned lazily to face her she whispered into my ear, 'Remove your shoes'

I obeyed

'Now go into the toilet and remove your knickers, and hand them to me when you get back.'

I looked at my Mother in Law, embarrassed by her request. But also exhilarated. I knew this was all part of the game she played with me. She knew how to push the right buttons to make me humiliated but also sexually excited.

I clambered awkwardly over Ben, who was smiling knowingly at me. This was obviously pre-planned by my Parents in Law. In the toilet I did a nervous pee before removing my knickers. Once my jeans were back in place I stuffed my knickers in my pocket and made my way back to my seat.

Again I had to clamber awkwardly over Ben as he made little effort to make room for me to reach my seat. Once seated I reached into my pocket, extracted my knickers, and went to hand them to Jane

'Put them back in your pocket' Jane commanded quietly. I frowned at her confused, but obeyed.

'Now stand up, and hand me your knickers like a good young lady should.' I was so embarrassed, as I was sure neighbouring passengers could not have helped but overhear my Mother in Law's request.

Gingerly I stood up, extricated my knickers from my pocket once again, and holding them in a tight ball in my fist passed them to my Mother in Law's open hand. To my horror she let the ball unravel in her open palm, so that it was clearly evident to anybody watching that she was holding a pair of knickers.

'Good girl', she smiled, as she placed my knickers in the pouch of the seat in front of her.

Hastily I sat down, pulled the blanket over me, and settled back once again.

'Now remove your jeans to your knees'

I was mortified by this request. Although I had a blanket on my lap, it would make me very vulnerable to exposure. My heartbeat increased, but damn it all, so did my excitement.

Trying to look as inconspicuous as I could I reached under my blanket and unzipped my jeans, and very gradually edged them over my buttocks and down my thighs to my knees, being very careful to ensure my blanket stayed in position. Once the task was completed I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into my seat, trying to act normally. However my Mother in Law was not finished with me yet. She wanted to take my humiliation a few steps further yet.

'Have you completed the task'?

'Yes ma'am'

'Show me.'

I looked around to ensure no one was obviously staring at me before carefully lifting up the side of the blanket so that Jane got a peek of my naked thighs.

'Good girl. Are you wet?'

I couldn't believe this woman. Would she never let up? And to make matters worse I knew I was sexually excited and my lips were swollen, which meant I was in distinct danger of leaving a wet spot on the seat.

'I am excited,' I confessed

'Which means you are probably wet' My Mother in Law pressed the issue, speaking too loudly for my liking.

'Yes Ma'am' I admitted in defeat.

She gave me the same sort of look a mother would give a naughty child who had just spilled her ice cream. Jane then reached into her handbag and conveniently produced some tissues.

'Am I going to have to do it for you?' Jane enquired, holding the tissues in front of me.

'No Ma'am. I will.' I virtually snatched the tissues from her, and again tried to look totally inconspicuous as I raised my butt slightly and placed the tissues under me.

I again relaxed back into my seat, half expecting my Mother in Law to make further demands, but fortunately she did not. Half way through the flight I needed to pee again but decided it would be in my best interests to hold it in until we had landed. Jane made me wait until the flight had hit the runway before allowing me to pull my jeans back up again. As we departed our seats my Mother in Law took out my knickers and dropped them on my seat, on top of the pile of slightly soiled tissues. Very embarrassing!

At the airport we picked up a rental vehicle, and as we drove from the airport Jane looked back at me. She did not need to say a word. I lowered my jeans, and at least did not have to worry about my knickers. I even reached over so that she could hand me some fresh tissues. I actually fell asleep with my trousers at my knees, exposed to passer-by's.

When I awoke we were driving along a bumpy roadway, and looked around to see that we were on a small ranch, and were heading up to the homestead.

Jane looked over and noticed I was awake. 'You had better pull your jeans up little lady.'

I was so groggy from my sleep that I had forgotten about my nakedness. Hastily I made myself presentable.

As we drove up to the house I noticed Ben's business partner, John, and his young wife Debbie, standing on the porch waving at us. I groaned inwardly with trepidation. I could well remember the mixture of disgust and unbelieving fascination that Betty had displayed when she and John witnessed my discipline at the home of my Parents in Law. To make matters worse there was also another young couple standing on the porch beside Betty.

I was plainly very uncomfortably, not to mention embarrassed, as everyone greeted each other with great warmth. I was introduced to the young couple, who turned out to be Rachael, Debbie's eighteen year old youngest sister who was on vacation for a few days, and her boyfriend Troy who looked to be a similar age.

It was very late at night so we all retired very soon after our arrival, and I was relieved my Parents in Law made no further demands of me. I was a little dismayed to find I was sharing a room with Rachael and Troy, however everyone was so weary that sleep came easily.

The next day we awoke to glorious sunshine and sat outside having a leisurely cooked breakfast. Rachael and Troy turned out to be a very friendly, outgoing couple and we quickly bonded. Late-morning we decided we would all go horse riding, which was great for me as I had never ridden a horse before. We had a lot of laughs as I helped Rachael and Troy round up the horses and they showed me how to put the saddles on. They had plenty of horses, enough for all seven of us to go riding.

To be honest, I would have preferred to just go off riding with Rachael and Troy. I was constantly weary when I was in the company of my Parents in Law. I never knew what embarrassing big surprise they would hatch up for me. However I hoped that there would be safety for me in numbers. I should have known better!

Riding a horse turned out to be a lot of fun, although a little tough on the backside. We rode into the hills for a couple of hours before stopping beside a picturesque little lake for a picnic lunch we had bought along with us. The isolation and peacefulness was such a wonderful contrast to the city life I was use to.

After lunch Rachael, Troy and I played in the huge rock formations beside the lake. I really did feel like a young teenager again. It was great to let go the burden of adulthood and feel like a free spirit.

By the time the 3 of us rejoined my Parents in Law and John and Debbie we were all hot and sweaty.

'Why don't you 3 young ones have a swim in the lake before we head off.' Debbie suggested.

I was not sure if Debbie was trying to be sarcastic by grouping me in with the 'young ones', considering her and I were about the same age, however I knew better than to react.

Rachael and Troy jumped at the idea and were soon stripping off their outer clothing. Both were wearing boxer shorts, and Rachael had a full sports bra supporting her surprisingly full breasts. Being a typical woman I felt a small snippet of envy that she was almost two bra cup sizes bigger than me. Importantly their undergarments were not revealing so they were happy to strip off in front of strangers and dive into the lake.

I, unfortunately, was not in such a happy position. For one thing, I was not even wearing a bra. Since I have small perky breasts I often go braless under my tee shirt.

Plus my knickers were a very small pink lacy thong that left very little to the imagination, if you know what I mean. When we dressed this morning I had no idea we were even going to be riding horses, let alone swimming in a lake. I felt a bit annoyed that Rachael or Troy hadn't given some sort of warning as to what we might be doing for the day. I could have at least had the opportunity to dress more appropriately. As it was I felt more than a little foolish as Rachael and Troy waved at me to join them in the lake.

All four of the 'adults' turned to look at me expectantly.

'Aren't you joining them Kym?' John enquired.

'No thanks' I responded coyly

'Of course you are.' Jane jumped in. 'Now strip off and get in that lake'

Knowing Jane, she sensed I did not have appropriate undergarments, therefore was not going to miss the opportunity to cause me embarrassment.

'No!' I responded petulantly

All four stared at me, and I began to sense I had started a battle of wits that I had no chance of winning. I decide honesty was my best method of eliciting sympathy.

'Unfortunately I am not wearing a bra.' I tried to be as polite as possible. 'And unfortunately my panties are very brief. Therefore I am just not dressed appropriately for a swim. Besides I don't see you four stripping off to your underwear and diving into the lake.'

I didn't mean to say the last sentence. I just felt a brief flash of indignation that I was the only one being picked on, and the words just blurted out. I immediately regretted it, but it was too late.

I expected my Mother in Law to explode, but surprisingly she just beckoned with her finger for me to come and stand in front of her. I couldn't help noticing Debbie had a wicked little grin on her face. She knew I was in trouble and was obviously pleased with this little development.

I took the few small steps until I was standing in front of the four seated adults. If I had felt like a teenager earlier when playing in the rocks, I now felt like a ten year old.

'Do you know what happens to my Daughter in Law when she disobeys an order.' Jane spoke quietly but with authority

I closed my eyes in shame 'Yes Ma'am'

'What happens?' Jane was going to drag it out of me.

'She gets punished Ma'am'

'Correct. She certainly does. Now unless you want a double dose I suggest you strip off real quick and join the kids in the lake. We will deal with our little problem later.'

I could not believe how dumb I had behaved. I had let my modesty get in the way of my good behaviour. I could have kicked myself. If I had just gone for the swim in the first place I would not have set myself up for a punishment.

I went to walk over to the rocks a few yards away to get some privacy but Jane intervened. 'Get undressed right here girl. We are not going to sit around here waiting all day while you throw your tantrums'

My ears burned. As quick as I could I lowered my jeans, revealing my pink lacy thong. Then I pulled my tee shirt off in one movement and quickly dashed towards the relative safety of the lake.

'Kym, you come back!' my Mother in Law barked

I froze mid-step, turned, and took the long walk back to where Jane, Ben, John and Debbie were seated on the sand. All sets of eyes seemed to be soaking up my semi-nudity.

'What is that you are wearing?' Jane was pointing at my knickers

'It is my thong Ma'am' I looked down at the sand to hide my embarrassment.

'Is that appropriate wear for a ranch?'

I badly wanted to raise the point that when I dressed in the morning I had not given any thought as to what activities I would be doing during the day, but I well knew that a respectful Daughter in Law does not argue the point.

'No Ma'am'

'I think not' Jane waved me away, having made her point. I turned and headed back to the lake. As I looked out to the water I realised that both Rachael and Troy had stopped swimming and were ogling my semi-nude body, seemingly disbelieving I would be brazen enough to go swimming in only a lacy thong.

Although the water was cold I was thankful for the protection it afforded me from prying eyes. I tried to relax and play with Troy and Rachael, but I found it hard to put the thought of the upcoming punishment out of my head. As always, the anticipation whipped my contrasting emotions up to fever pitch, and my body began to feel warm despite the cold water temperature.

Not surprisingly I did not want to leave the safety of the water, but all too soon John was beckoning for us to come ashore. Troy and Rachael bounded out of water and joined the others, where Debbie had a couple of towels waiting. Due to my reluctance I took my time exiting, which was probably a mistake as by the time I left the water all sets of eyes were firmly focused on me.

Due to the cold water I had goosebumps and my nipples were hard. But the worse part was the water had sucked the flimsy material of the thong into my pussy lips, which meant the contours of my vagina were clearly outlined. I made a beeline for the towels.

Jane pulled me up short. 'Are you wet young lady?'

I stared at her mortified, but when I saw the big grin on her face I realised she was playing with me.

'Yes Ma'am, the water was very wet' I hoped Rachael and Troy had no idea of the double connotation, although it was not missed by Debbie and John who both joined in on the joke

'Well, you can stay wet until we have dealt with you young lady.' Jane was right in her element and playing me like a fiddle. This last comment certainly wiped the smile off my face.

Young Rachel and Troy both gave me a curious glance, obviously wondering what on earth was going on. They finished drying themselves and redressed, which only served to make me feel worse as everybody was now fully clothed and I was standing there dressed only in a skimpy thong and dripping wet. I nervously nibbled on a fingernail while my other hand covered my breasts from prying eyes.

Jane held out her hand towards me but said nothing.

'What?' I did not know what she was referring to but feared the worse.

'Take off those disgusting things that you think pass for panties'

I was right to fear the worse. My eyes scanned the excited onlookers. Troy looked like he was about to cum in his trousers and was probably glad he was no longer only wearing boxer shorts.

As is so often the case recently, I hung my head in defeat. With trembling arms I gripped the sides of my thong, lowered them to my ankles and stepped out. I then scooped them up off the sand and passed them to the waiting hand of my Mother in Law. With little effort she tore the thong in half and placed the remains in her pocket. I briefly thought that this was the second pair of knickers I had lost this trip, and at this rate I may well run out before the weekend is up. However I struggled to see the funny side of my own little wittism.

When I stood up and handed my thong to Jane I had one hand covering my pubic region, while the other arm again covered my breasts once I had handed over the thong.

'Naughty young ladies do not deserve to hide their modesty.' Jane's eyes were piercing straight through me.

I knew what was coming next, and I am totally ashamed to say I felt a degrading bolt of sexual excitement flash through my body.

'Assume your position young lady'

Even though I knew it was coming, my Mother in Law's command still hit me like a hammer blow. It was so humiliating for me to be asked to do this in front of all these people, standing beside a lake and dripping wet. But especially in front of Rachael and Troy, who were only teenagers and 11 years younger than my 29 years.

I inhaled several very deep breaths as I worked up the courage to do what I must do. Slowly I raised my arms, placed my hands on my head, pushed my elbows back and thrust my breasts forward. I even sucked in my tummy and filled my chest with air in an attempt to swell my breasts out even more as I was only too aware of the fact that they are smaller than young Rachael's. Very much a female ego thing.

I then started opening my legs, sliding my feet along the sand as I did so. I did not stop until I had my legs splayed as wide as they could go, as I did not want to have to suffer the extra indignation of being directed by my Mother in Law to open them wider. When I was finally in position I looked up at my audience. Rachael had a look of pure shock on her face, much as her older sister had when she first witnessed my little act of total surrender. Young Troy could not believe his luck, and was clearly ecstatic at this unforeseen turn of events. I bet he never thought for a moment that a simple horse-riding trip could have ended up in such an offbeat erotic manner.

The other men, my Father in Law and John, were also making no attempt to hide their pleasure that a young lady was performing in such an overtly sexual manner in front of them, displaying all of her private parts. It mattered little to Ben that the woman was his son's wife.

For my Mother in Law and Debbie I think it was the intoxicating pleasure of being able to wield so much power over another female. Akin to training a pet poodle, yet a lot more fun. I noticed Debbie whisper into Jane's ear, and Jane nodded in agreement.

Debbie went and sat on a rock, and I knew what it was they had agreed on.

Debbie patted her lap. 'This is where I want you' was her simple command.

With head hung I walked over to Debbie. I was about to be spanked by a woman of my own age, and despite everything I have endured, I still found it gut-wrenchingly difficult to give myself over to her. I did not feel I should have to submit to her in this manner as I had never done anything to make her upset, and therefore did not deserve to be punished.

I therefore stood beside her in defiance, and did not go over her lap even though she gestured for me to do so.

Debbie could sense my reticence. 'Do you want a double dose?'

Boy, had she been getting lessons from my Mother in Law

'No Ma'am' My lip pouted

'Well get over my lap this instant'

I was not good at winning these battles, and this was another one that had ended in abject defeat for me. I flopped myself over Debbie's lap, my buttocks proudly on display. My wet body clung to her jeans. Without ceremony she laid into my poor backside with unrestrained vigour. My buttocks were still wet from my swimming and the water seemed to make the spanking even more painful, if that was possible.

The spanking was so vigorous that Debbie had reduced me to tears and soon I was balling like a baby, begging for forgiveness. I tried to squirm from her lap but her free hand held me in place. My legs were kicking in the air but I tried to keep my knees together as I did not want to give people an eyeful of my vagina, as that would have been as humiliating as the spanking.

Just when I thought she would never stop, she did. My buttocks were on fire, and I continued to sob long after the spanking stopped. Gradually I regained my composure and stood up. I could feel the tears on my cheeks and knew that my nose was running. I must have looked a real sight.

'Give Debbie a hug and thank her for your spanking' It was my Mother in Law speaking, again not missing an opportunity to humiliate me just that little bit more.

I lent over and hugged Debbie.

'Thank you for my spanking' I sniffled, having to wipe my nose with the back of my hand for fear of dribbling on her.

'That's all right little one' Debbie responded with a condescending smile.

'You look a right mess,' Jane spoke. 'Go and clean yourself up in the lake before we return.

The coolness of the lake was wonderful on my inflamed backside, but I then had to endure everybody ogling at my nudity again as I exited from the lake and dried myself off with the towel

Although they allowed me to put my top back on to protect me from the sun, I was made to ride back to the ranch house naked from the waist down, with only a towel to protect my sensitive buttocks from the harshness of the saddle. I have heard it said that some women find the rhythm of riding a horse erotic, but I was too damn embarrassed, and had such a tender backside, that I found it far from enjoyable.

When we finally arrived back at the house I was so tender that I found it difficult to walk properly, much to everybody's amusement. I was made to remain naked from the waist down once inside the house and was even too tender to sit down, which ensured my pubic area and buttocks remained in constant view of everybody.

I noticed young Rachael and Troy disappearing into our bedroom, then a short time later Rachael was at the bedroom door beckoning me to join them. Given my semi-nakedness I was a little reluctant to go into the bedroom, but then decided it could hardly be worse than standing around the house feeling sorry for myself.

Once in the bedroom Rachael closed the door. Her and Troy exchanged embarrassed glances

'What's up?' I enquired

'We were wondering if you would like us to rub some oil on your tender backside. We feel so sorry for you.'

'What, both of you.'

'Yes' Troy piped in, clearly very keen to help out.

I knew that I should have refused right away. That would have been the smart thing. But my buttocks and inner thighs were extremely chaffed

'I guess it would be nice if you rubbed me Rachael, but I do not think it would be right if Troy touched me in such an intimate area. I am, after all, a married woman.

'Oh, please Kym' Troy begged 'I promise to be good.'

Yes, I am a dumb woman, but I was moved by his desire. And he was a hunk of an 18 year old. Plus the thought of having these two young nubiles wanting to massage my buttocks was flattering.

'Well okay, but you behave yourself young man.'

They were both delighted and actually gave me a hug. I then laid face down on the bed, and soon felt cool oil being squirted on my buttocks. Two sets of hands then began massaging me. Despite my apprehensiveness I soon relaxed as it felt great and was very soothing. I tried to keep track of Troy's hand movements to ensure they did not get too close to the crack of my buttocks, but as time went, and I became even more relaxed, it became too difficult so I gave up. I had my legs tightly closed anyway, I rationalised through my increasing haze.

I was aware that fingers were probing closer to my anus and pushing down between my thighs, but I was in such a relaxed bliss that it was easier for me to dismiss it as my own paranoia. Then I felt a finger touch my anus, and I clenched my buttocks.

'Please stop,' I whispered

'Shhh, relax. You deserve to be pampered' It was Rachael's voice.

I kept my buttocks clenched but with all the massaging oil it proved little resistance, and I felt a finger press pass my anus and enter me. It was the first time in my life that I had been penetrated in my back passage, and despite the initial shock I had to admit it felt good. The finger slowly slid in and out while hands continued to massage my buttocks and thighs

Damn, it felt great. Soon I found myself relaxing my buttocks and the finger slid in and out of my anus with greater ease. I wanted to look over my shoulder to check the finger belonged to Rachael, but another part of me was afraid to know. I decide to relax and enjoy the experience. This was just reward for the experience I had just been put through.

After a long period of massage and anal stimulation I was in such a relaxed sexual haze. My clit was swollen and I could feel myself becoming increasingly lubricated.

'Get up on all fours so we can massage the inside of your thighs' Rachael whispered into my ear

'Are you sure?' My mind was a haze and I was not thinking straight, therefore sought assurance from Rachael.

'Yes, come on. You will be fine. You do trust me, don't you?' Rachael enquired in a soft, soothing tone.'

'Of course I do, but I am not sure.....'

Even though I was still debating the point I felt two sets of hands gripping my pelvis and chest, raising me up so that I was on my hands and knees. I did not fight them and even assisted myself into position, but once there realised how exposed I had allowed myself to be. I ensured my legs were firmly closed.

'You stand beside me young man' I turned and spoke to Troy. 'I don't want you to go peeking between my legs. I have been embarrassed enough for one day.'

'Sure thing, Kym.' He gave me a big reassuring grin.

I was still unsure if I had done the right thing but soon felt soothing hands rubbing my back, buttocks, and inner thighs. Again my eyes began to glaze over as I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. Fingers again began probing towards my anus and soon I felt the familiar warmth as my back passage was entered. I also felt another hand massaging closer and closer to my vaginal lips. It felt great but I knew it was wrong.

'Don't,' I quietly protested

'Shhh' was the response.

Soon an oily hand was resting at the entrance to my vagina

'Please don't,' I again protested.

But even as I was protesting I felt a couple of fingers slide easily into my vagina with no resistance. I knew I would be well lubricated. I always am when stimulated. I tried to protest again but instead of words all that came out of my mouth was a low groan. I knew it was so wrong what I was letting this couple of 18 year olds do to me. But it felt just so great.

As the fingers rhythmically slid in and out of both passages I felt my breathing becoming more rapid. I was horrified that an orgasm was building within me, but powerless to stop myself. I began gasping and pushing my body back towards the invading fingers. Then all hell let loose as the bedroom door swung open.

For a moment the scene was frozen as all 3 of us looked at the door wide eyed. The faces of all 4 adults were leering down at us. No! No! My brained screamed as I took a quick glance behind me. Rachael and Troy were frozen to the spot. Rachael with a finger in my anus, and Troy with his fingers disappearing into my vagina. Talk about Pooh Bear getting caught with his fingers in the honey pot.

I looked back at the 4 adults again. John looked amazed. Debbie looked pleased that I had proven myself to be the wanton hussy she always knew I was. My Father in Law just leered at me, as if he wouldn't mind a piece of the action. My Mother in Law, however, for once, seemed genuinely shocked. I think I had just confirmed I was indeed the slut she always felt I had the potential to become.

My Mother in Law glared at me, hands on her hips. 'Have you learned nothing since Ben and I took you under our wing, and tried our best to make you a worthy Daughter in Law!'

Well I could have told her how they had taught me that humiliation, pain and pleasure can sometimes become a potent erotic cocktail that leaves a person addicted and crying out for more. But somehow I did not think my Mother in Law was in the right mood to hear that

'Ma'am, I have tried hard to be a good Daughter in Law' was my typically pathetic, inadequate response.

Part 8

For a long while the scene seemed frozen in time. Rachel with her finger inserted up my anus, and Troy with his fingers pushed firmly into my vagina. My Parents in Law, Jane and Ben, along with John and Debbie filled the doorway. Not surprisingly, all eyes centred on me.

Rachel and Troy had obviously got over the initial shock as I began to feel their digits every so slowly extricating themselves from my most intimate cavities. I think they felt if they slowly withdrew no one would notice they had been sticking their fingers where they definitely should not have.

Unfortunately as Troy's fingers slipped from my vagina they made a loud slurping noise that filled the room. I clearly was very wet, and this only served to add to my embarrassment. I cringed in abject shame.

'I cannot believe you would enlist these children to satisfy your depraved sexual needs. Have you no shame?' accused my Mother in Law.

'But...' I wanted to explain that Rachel and Troy had hardly been victims in all of this, but I bit on my tongue, as I knew from bitter experience that defending my actions would only dig a bigger hole for me and I was already in big trouble.

'Well!' My Mother in Law had stepped further into the bedroom, hands on her hips. She presented an intimidating sight.

The other three adults had followed her into the room, and now everyone was crowded around the bed. And there I was, stark naked, and kneeling on all fours like an expectant puppy wanting a pat from its owner. I suspected I was eventually going to get more than a pat.

'No Ma'am,' I eventually managed to croak out, at the same time sitting up so that I was not in such an obscene pose.

'Get back on all fours,' Jane barked, 'You obviously enjoy showing off the most feminine parts of your body, so you can stay like that until I tell you to move.'

Wearily I resumed my position on all fours, only too aware that the three males had all managed to congregate down the other end of the bed and clearly would have a magnificent eyeful of my swollen and well lubricated labia.

'What do you think our son would think of his wife's behaviour?' my Mother in Law's words cut deeply

'He would be ashamed,' I responded honestly, struggling to hold back the tears.

'Aren't you capable of masturbating yourself like any normal person?'

I looked up at my Mother in Law in horror. My ears burned. She glared at me and was clearly expecting a response

'Yes Ma'am,' I whispered, very embarrassed by the topic and hoping my Mother in Law would quickly drop the subject. But she was only just warming up.

'I suppose you normally get other people to frig you since you are not capable of doing the job yourself?'

'No Ma'am' I tried to sound offended

'Well what do you normally do?' My Mother in Law turned the screw.

'Pardon?' I frowned, not liking this conversation one little bit, especially as it was taking place in a small bedroom full of people and I was the naked centre piece.

'What...do...you...normally...do...when...you...are...masturbating?' Jane had bent over so she was at my level and positioned her face right in front of mine.

I struggled for words, and was not quite sure what she was expecting of me in the way of a response

'I, um, I just play with myself until I cum' I was burning with embarrassment.

'So you play with yourself?'

'Yes Ma'am' I was sure my whole body was blushing

'How?' My Mother in Law probed relentlessly

'How...what do you mean?' I stammered

'How...do...you...play ...with...yourself?'

I could not believe the shame I was being subjected to. And in front of all these people. But the worse shame of all was the fact that I could feel my sexual excitement increasing. I knew my labia would be swelling before the eyes of the three males in the room. I silently prayed my juices would not begin running down my legs.

'Well?' Jane was becoming impatient for a response

'I touch myself on my private parts.' I barely whispered

'On your cunt?'

'Yes Ma'am'

'You touch yourself on your cunt?' My Mother in Law was loving it

'Yes Ma'am'

'Show us how?'

I looked at my Mother in Law, mortified. This was the first time my relationship with my Parents in Law had become overtly sexual. But I guess I started it by being caught with the fingers of two teenagers delving into my inner sanctum, so to speak.

'I can't,' I whimpered

'Well if you can't, I can always get one of the men to do the demonstration for you. Ben has often told you what a lovely cunt you have. I am sure he would jump at the chance to be more upfront and personal with his daughter in law. Is that not the case, Ben?'

'You bet ya,' Ben responded gleefully

'And I am sure you would assist, John.'

'Would I ever' John responded with undisguised enthusiasm

'And I do not need to enquire about your enthusiasm to help out, young Troy. I think we have all seen that only too clearly'

Troy smiled sheepishly in response

I had no doubt my Mother in Law would carry out her threat

'I will show you,' I whispered in defeat

'I had a feeling you would,' Jane responded in triumph. 'Stay in your doggy position and ensure you keep your legs well apart so we can see clearly how our tramp of a daughter in law masturbates herself.

Was this the most humiliating thing my Parents in Law had subjected me to so far, I silently wondered, and all portals of my brain seemed to be in unanimous agreement that it was.

I took a deep breath before lifting one of my hands off the bed and slowly moving it down to rest on my inner thigh. The silence in the room was deafening. With effort I managed to lever my knees wide apart. I could feel my puffy and moist labia opening like a flower. My scent permeated the room, leaving no one in doubt of my heightened arousal.

I closed my eyes as I cupped my hand over my vagina.

'Keep your eyes open and look at me while you play with yourself,' directed my Mother in Law.

I opened my eyes and looked plaintively at my Mother in Law, whose face was still only inches away from mine. Without even realising it, my hand had begun to rub itself up and down my pussy, and I could feel my wetness lubricating my fingers.

I let out a low moan, and was immediately embarrassed. My Mother in Law was actually smiling.

I could already feel my orgasm building like a runaway train and I was powerless to stop it. I arched my back down and opened my legs wider so as to afford my onlookers a better view. I wanted my humiliation to be as complete as possible.

Desperately I searched out my clit and pulled it hard until it was fully distended from its hood, then rubbed it furiously between my fingers. My groaning was becoming louder, and I was panting like a puppy. I was so aroused that I very quickly began to orgasm. I slid several fingers deep into my vagina and thrust them in and out furiously. I was making slurping noises and could feel my juices running onto my inner thighs.

As I looked deeply into my Mother in Law's eyes I exploded in orgasm. My body shuddered and I wailed out loud with unadulterated pleasure. Even this first orgasm did not satisfy me and I continued to alternate between rubbing my clit and thrusting my fingers deep into my vagina. I knew I must look like an absolute slut, but I could not help myself. A second orgasm quickly built and again shuddered threw my body. I was bathed with sweat, and collapsed on the bed with exhaustion.

When I finally lifted myself up the room was empty. I could not believe what I had just done. It was inconceivable that any self-respecting woman could behave like that in front of a roomful of people, especially when two of those persons were my Parents in Law. But then, so much of my life in recent months could not be thought of in rational terms.

I lay on the bed for a long while, contemplating what I should do. I had fully expected to be punished, and was surprised they had departed the room without giving me a thorough spanking for my behaviour. I had no doubt I would receive a severe punishment for my actions, and I wished they had done it already, as the dread of anticipation can almost be as bad as the punishment itself.

I had no clothes in the bedroom apart from my top, so I sat on the edge of the bed and put it on. I knew I would have to venture out sooner or later, but I stalled for a while longer as I was embarrassed at having to front up to everyone. Eventually I plucked up the courage, walked to the door, and gingerly opened it.

Everyone was seated around the big oak table eating dinner. They all turned to me and stared, which only served to increase my embarrassment.

'You are late for dinner.' It was Debbie reprimanding me this time. 'I should put you over my knee again and give you a damn good spanking.'

The fact that Debbie is only a couple of years older than me made her comments even more humiliating. I knew that I dared not argue the point with her.

'I am sorry Ma'am,' I could not believe I actually called her Ma'am. It was bad enough having to address my Mother in Law as Ma'am, but I hoped it would please Debbie if I showed her similar respect. It seemed to work.

Debbie pointed to the spare chair. 'Sit down and eat.'

I quickly obeyed, even though sitting was uncomfortable as my buttocks were still tender from the horse ride. I had not realised how hungry I was from all this 'country living', and ate well while the others indulged in mostly small talk.

Without warning there was a gentle knock and the front door opened. In stepped a middle-aged couple and Debbie and Rachel rushed over to greet them with a hug. Debbie then turned to us and introduced the couple as her parents.

Debbie then escorted the couple over to the table and began introducing the rest of us to her parents. Everyone stood up. I was about to do the same when I suddenly remembered I was naked from the waist down. I had been so absorbed in eating dinner that I had temporarily forgotten about my state of undress. Soon everyone was standing, except myself. I think Debbie had deliberately left my introduction to last. With a huge grin on her face she pointed to me and made the introduction.

'This is Jane and Ben's daughter in law, Kym. She is from New Zealand.'

Debbie and Rachel's parents smiled, and waited for me to stand to shake hands.

I blushed, and mumbled, 'Pleased to meet you.' But did not stand.

'Stand up girl, where are your manners?' It was my Father in Law, Ben, dishing out the reprimand

Everyone was steering at me, and I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.

Incredibly embarrassed, I pointed down to my crutch, trying to remind them I was actually naked from the waist down.

'What's wrong with you girl?' Ben was acting confused, but I knew full well that he was aware of my nakedness. I was being set up to be humiliated, yet again, by my Parents in Law.

I stared down at the table. 'I do not have any panties on,' I mumbled

'You don't have any pants on!' Ben acted as if this news was a total shock. Jane, John and Debbie had a similarly shocked look on their faces.

'No sir,' I continued to mumble

'And pray tell me,' my Father in Law enquired, 'Why is a grown woman sitting at the dinner table in a state of undress?'

'It is a long story,' was my evasive response. I was blushing bright red.

'Well I am sure our guests are very keen to hear your little story of explanation.'

I looked up at Debbie and Rachel's parents. They had a look of keen anticipation on their faces, and were obviously fascinated to hear why a grown woman is sitting near naked at a dining table.

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the events of the day, and then think how I could recount them to two total strangers. There seemed no easy way. It was going to be a humiliating experience no matter how I recounted the day.

I decided to get it over as quickly as I could.

'We went for a long horse ride, then stopped for a swim. Us young ones stripped down to our underwear, but I was only wearing a lacy pink thong as I did not know we might go for a swim. I was also wearing no bra,' I added as an afterthought. 'I did not want to get undressed and was naughty when told that I had to.' I could not believe how I was sounding like such a naughty young child.

I continued. 'When I got out of the water I was made to take off my panties. Then I had to go over Debbie's knee and have my bare bottom spanked. I was then told I had to ride back on the horse with no panties on since I am so naughty. And I got such a sore bottom.'

I had rushed it all out with hardly a breath. I looked up at everybody staring intently at me, and incredibly I could feel my body beginning to betray me. I was becoming sexually stimulated.

'And what happened when you got back?' Ben probed

. I inwardly groaned. I had hoped my explanation would satisfy everyone. I took a deep breath, and then went for it.

'When I got back my bottom was sore and Rachel and Troy rubbed some oil on me to sooth the pain. But I let them touch me on my private parts.' I could not have been more embarrassed, confessing my sins in front of everyone, and especially Rachel and Debbie's parents.

'My, oh my, you have been naughty.' It was Debbie's mother who addressed me. 'I think you had better stand up.'

Hesitantly I pushed my chair out of the way and stood up. My inclination was to clasp my hands in front of my pubic area but I did not want to risk upsetting my Parents in Law, so I placed them at my side. My top only came down to my belly button so my shaven pussy was in clear view.

Debbie's parents stared at me with what seemed to be a disbelieving fascination. They were not shocked, which surprised me.

Debbie's dad turned to my Parents in Law. 'She is very obliging. She must enjoy being punished like a brazen tramp.'

It was time for the Mother in Law to get in on the act. 'Oh yes, in fact she gets so excited she gets very wet. Don't you dear?'

Jane turned to me with a big condescending smile. This was going from bad to worse.

'Yes Ma'am,' I pouted

'Are you wet now?'

I just knew she was going to ask that question. I thought very carefully about my reply. I knew my humiliation had made my labia damp. If I lied my Mother in Law was just as likely to check me out.

I hung my head. 'I think I might be Ma'am, just a little bit.'

Jane gave an exaggerated, 'Tut, tut. What are we going to do with you?'

It was now Debbie's turn to tighten the screw. 'I don't want you getting wet on my dining chairs. They have just been covered. Get the tissues on top of the fridge and bring them to me.'

I trotted my bare backside off to the kitchen in search of the tissues. I could feel all the eyes checking out my naked buttocks. When I returned I endured a similar scrutiny, this time on my exposed pubic region. I dutifully handed the tissues to Debbie. She removed several and handed them to me.

'Put them on your chair....neatly,' Debbie ordered.

Embarrassedly I carefully laid them over the fabric of the chair. Debbie then removed another handful of tissues

'Now wipe yourself before you sit down. Knowing how your juices run, I do not want to take any risks.'

I could not believe she would make such a request of me. Stupidly I looked to my Parents in Law for support, but was greeted with satisfied grins.

With great reluctance I opened my legs wider, and in the full view of everybody I wiped my labia several times. Debbie held out her hand and I handed the tissues back to her. My dampness was clearly visible on the tissues

'Incredible,' Debbie's Dad muttered, disbelievingly.

'After dinner she is going to be punished. You are welcome to stay if you wish.' It was my Father in Law, Ben, speaking.

Debbie and Rachel's parents readily accepted his invitation.

Part 9

Fortunately it seemed they had finished humiliating me for the time being, and we all returned to the dining table to finish our meals. Two extra seats were pulled up to the table for Debbie and Rachel's parents. Gingerly I seated myself on the tissues, feeling very embarrassed as you can well imagine. Somehow I had lost my appetite. Everyone chatted away cheerfully, like one big happy family. Not surprisingly, I lacked the same joyous spirit. Instead I nervously pushed my food around the plate with my fork.

After dinner, everyone retired to the lounge and coffee was served. And of course it was my job to trot out to the kitchen and deliver the coffee to everyone. Eyes continued to burn on me with a mixture of fascination and lust. When I had delivered the last of the coffees, my Mother in Law, Jane, gestured for me to come over to her where she was seated on the sofa. She made me bend right over so she could whisper in my ear. I knew the persons behind me would get a clear view up my crutch.

'I now want you to take off your top,' my Mother in Law whispered to me, in a matter of fact tone like she was requesting more sugar, 'and get in position in the middle of the room. We will deal with you when we are ready.'

I audibly gasped. I always found 'assuming the position' to be an ultimate humiliation, but having to do it in front of Debbie's parents, as well as young Troy and Rachel, was going to be downright ego-crushing.

Slowly I stood back upright, and looked at my Mother in Law as if I was considering her request. But we both knew there was nothing to consider. I would obey. I knew it, and my Mother in Law knew it.

I moved to the centre of the room. All conversation stopped, and I was suddenly the centre of attention again. With thick fingers I fumbled to unbutton my top, then flicked it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. People made approving comments at the sight of my totally naked body.

It took me a few moments to work up the courage to go to the next stage. I took a couple of deep breaths, and then in one quick movement I splayed my legs wide open and clasped my hands behind my head. This made a few jaws drop open, and no doubt increased the blood pressure of the males in the room, and possibly a few females. I wanted to close my eyes but knew my Mother in Law would disapprove, so settled on peering at a spot above everybody's heads.

Once the initial shock of my lurid display wore off, conversation resumed in the room. The women were discussing a TV show; the men were discussing increasing interest rates, while I did a very good imitation of an erotic statue in the middle of the lounge. I still could not help shaking my head in wonderment at how my life had dramatically changed at the hands of my Parents in Law.

After an eternity my Mother in Law placed her coffee cup on the table and gave a gentle cough. Instantly all conversation ceased.

My Mother in Law did not hold back. 'Unfortunately our Daughter in Law has behaved very poorly, and I apologise for any offence her behaviour has caused. I especially regret how she lured you innocent young ones to satisfy her depraved needs.'

My ears burned with shame, even though it was not the total truth.

Jane continued, 'Clearly she will need to receive a severe punish tonight, and will be punished further tomorrow.'

Her comments sent a shiver up my spine.

'Since she has offended all of us in this room, I think it is only fitting that she gets a spanking over the knee of everybody present.'

I gasped in horror.

'Even us?' young Rachel enquired hopefully.

Jane smiled warmly. 'Yes, even you young ones.'

I was mortified but knew better than to protest.

Jane turned her attention back to me. 'Now I want you to go to every single person, apologise for your behaviour, request a good hard spanking, and then thank them when they are finished.'

I knew I was going to need every bit of my courage to get through this ordeal. I fought back the tears that were forming in my eyes. But even through all this dread and fear I could still feel the sexual tension from within my own body.

Yet again I sucked in a few deep breaths while looking around the room to decide who would be the best person to approach first. I settled on Ben, as he was at least familiar territory. I took the few steps to stand directly in front of him.

'I apologise for my behaviour, sir.' I fought back a tear. 'Please give me the hard spanking I deserve.'

'Certainly my Daughter in Law. Over my lap. You know the routine by now.'

I bent over his lap, placing my hands on the floor to support myself. Ben was not satisfied my butt was high enough in the air, but instead of instructing me to get it higher as he usually did, he placed his hand in my crotch and roughly manhandled me until he had me in the desired position. I was shocked as Ben's hand was pressed hard against my labia in an overtly sexual manner, and he made no attempt to be subtle. Even when I was in position he held his hand there for several seconds before removing it.

As usual Ben's spanks came in a flurry, focusing first on one buttock before transferring to the other. It hurt like hell, and this was only the first of eight people who were going to spank me tonight. As I squirmed around on his lap I felt his hardened penis pressing against my belly.

Eventually he stopped, and with tears running down my cheeks I slid off his knee, thanked him, and moved to the next person, who was Debbie's husband, John. Again I apologised for my behaviour and asked for a hard spanking before straddling myself over his knee. Taking his lead from my Father in Law, John also placed his hand between my legs on the pretext of manoeuvring me into a better position. In doing so one of his fingers briefly entered my vagina, causing me to gasp in surprise. John's penis was rock hard and I could feel it pressing against me. Despite my intense humiliation, a part of me was gratified to know that men found my actions so sexually stimulating.

John did not hold back on my poor buttocks, giving them forty or fifty hard swats. Tears were running freely, and I had only been spanked by two of the eight persons.

Debbie and Rachel's mother was next. I was only half way through my apology to her when she roughly grabbed my arm and unceremoniously yanked me onto her lap. She laid into me with unrestrained vigour and soon I was blubbering like a baby and begging her to stop. After what seemed an eternity she stopped and abruptly pushed me off her lap onto the floor. It was so sudden that a fell over onto my back, my knees bent and my legs splayed open, giving everyone a birds eye view of my vagina. However I was so distraught, and relieved to be away from the spanking, that I did not realise I was exposing myself in such an obscene manner. My eyes were closed and I was crying. When I eventually opened my eyes I noticed everyone was staring intently at my pubic region, and it was only then that I realised what an exhibition I had been making of myself. I quickly closed my legs, blushing with shame. Several people quietly laughed.

I wearily rolled over onto my hands and knees and crawled over to Debbie and Rachel's father, who was next in the circle. His punishment was as brutal as his wife's had been, reducing me again to tearfully begging for mercy. When he finally stopped I lay on his lap like a rag, sobbing and sniffing, vaguely aware of his firm penis pressing against me. I felt his hand touch my inner thigh, but I was too tired to react. I felt his fingers tentatively probing my vagina before I was again unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

Young 18 year old Rachel was next, and it was a very degrading experience to have to apologise to her and beg for a hard spanking. Reluctantly I positioned myself over her knee. Rachel was clearly overawed by the occasion and for a long while I tensed waiting for her to commence. When she did they were tentative and light spanks, much to my relief.

'Harder girl,' my Mother in Law barked, 'She needs a much harder spanking than that.'

Rachel took her cue, and the light pats suddenly became full-on spanks. I was surprised at her strength. She went on and on, despite my pleas for her to stop. In fact she did not stop until her older sister, Debbie, suggested that perhaps she had spanked me enough.

With tears staining my cheeks, and my buttocks feeling like they were on fire, I thanked Rachel and crawled to the next person, who was Rachel's boyfriend Troy. As I tearfully apologised and asked for a hard spanking I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was ecstatic beyond belief. I guess it must be every young man's dream to have a naked woman crawl up to him and beg for a spanking.

When I lay across his knee and put my weight on his penis I heard him moan quietly. Being a quick learner, he placed his hand on my inner thigh, beside my labia, and repositioned me. This put even more pressure on his penis and he groaned again. His fingers slid easily into my vagina, and he moved then in and out quickly a couple of times before reluctantly removing them.

Not long after he began spanking me I could feel his penis pulsing under my belly, and I sensed he was very close to cumming. As his spanks became more intense I began squirming on his lap. I then heard him breathing in short gasps and realised he was ejaculating into his pants. I pressed down harder onto him and could actually feel the sperm pulsing through his penis as he came. It certainly helped to distract me briefly from the intense pain of the spanking. I am not sure if anyone noticed what had happened, but nothing was said.

Sheepishly I crawled to the next person who was Debbie. As I began to apologise she reached out a hand and painfully squeezed one of my nipples. I was shocked and humiliated, but continued my little speech. Once I had finished, she reached out with her other hand and squeezed my other nipple as well. She stretched them and squeezed them, as if she was expecting to get milk out of them. I winced with the pain, but said nothing.

'How hard do you want the spanking?' Debbie requested, staring intently into my eyes as she gave both nipples an extra hard squeeze.

'Very hard please,' I quietly sobbed.

'Very well. I think we should use the hairbrush. Is that all right with you, Jane?' Debbie addressed my Mother in Law.

'She has never had the hairbrush before. But then, I guess, she has never been this naughty before. So, yes, I think the hairbrush is warranted.'

Debbie was clearly pleased, and released my nipples before quickly disappearing into her bedroom and returned with a fearsome looking wooden hairbrush. She sat down again, and taking hold of one of my nipples she pulled me onto her lap. Even once I was in position, she continued to grip my nipple while holding the hairbrush in her other hand.

When the first blow of the hairbrush connected with my already very tender buttocks I jumped with the shock of the pain and screamed loudly. Debbie gave me a moment to recover before resuming the spanking. It was no surprise that she showed me no mercy. I screamed and begged for her to stop, but she just continued on and on. If I tried to move or squirm out of the way she just pulled down harder on my nipple. When she finally stopped my buttocks felt like they were on fire, and I knew I could endure no more.

I lowered myself off her knee, thanked her between sobs, and crawled to the last person, my Mother in Law, Jane.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, and my nose was running. 'Please Ma'am, my buttocks are so sore I cannot take any more. I beg you not to spank me. Please....!' I cried pitifully.

'You should have thought of that before you were so naughty. You have no one to blame but yourself. However, even though you do not deserve any sympathy, I will allow you a little time to recover before I spank you.'

'Thank you Ma'am'. I was thankful of any small mercy.

My Mother in Law pointed to one of the corners in the lounge. 'Go and face the corner, and assume your position until I am ready to punish you.'

'Yes ma'am' I responded tearfully

I was unsteady on my feet but managed to walk over to the corner, whereupon I splayed my legs open widely and placed my hands behind my head. People attempted to make conversation but clearly everyone was distracted by the events that had unfolded, plus they were eager for my punishment to continue.

My buttocks were throbbing and very tender, but they did not feel quiet as bad as I had expected. In fact, although I hated to admit it to myself, being treated in such a debasing way by so many people had made me flushed with excitement. With my legs splayed open my vaginal lips were open and engorged. I am embarrassed to admit it, but if an uninvited male came up behind me and rammed their penis deep into my vagina I would not have the willpower to stop them. This wantonness I felt frightened me a little, as I had never been unfaithful to my husband, Michael. I suddenly missed him badly.

Finally I felt a presence moving behind and glanced over my shoulder to see my Mother in Law approaching me. I grimaced when I noticed she was carrying the hairbrush.

She whispered into my ear, 'Put your hands against the wall, but keep your legs open. If you attempt to close your legs I will start your punish over again. Is that clear?'

'Yes Ma'am,' I whimpered

'You will receive 20 swats. Count them out aloud, and thank me.'

'Yes Ma'am.'

The first swat of the hairbrush landed. My hips bucked towards the corner and the air whooshed out of me.

'Oh my god,' I blasphemed, before adding, 'One, Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am.'

By the time I had received 10 strokes of the hairbrush, my knees were buckling and I was struggling to stand up, let alone keep my legs open. Fortunately my Mother in Law showed me a little sympathy and delayed the spanking while I struggled to regain a semblance of composure.

But inevitable she recommenced, and by the time she had finished the 20 strokes I was balling like a baby. I don't think I had managed to count each stroke and thank her, but she seemed to be satisfied I had tried my best. I had managed to keep my legs open through the ordeal, and I was secretly proud of myself for achieving this.

I then felt a pain like a thousand needles rubbing against my very tender buttocks, then realised my Mother in Law was rubbing the bristles of the hairbrush against me. I groaned at the tenderness as she encircled my buttocks, each stroke creeping lower and lower. Then she ran the bristles of the hairbrush over my engorged labia. It stung, but set my clit on fire, as it was so sensitive. I could not help but moan.

After several strokes I then felt the handle of the hairbrush pressing against the entrance of my vagina. Despite myself I pushed down on the hairbrush. I moaned in despair when she removed it.

My Mother in Law then whispered into my ear, 'I bet my tramp of a Daughter in Law would like to masturbate herself with this hairbrush.'

My Mother in Law never failed to shock and humiliate me

'No Ma'am,' I responded defiantly, 'Please do not make me.'

She rested her lips against my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. She whispered, 'But you will do it for Ben and I, won't you?'

I closed my eyes. I knew that I did not have the willpower to resist regardless of how humiliated I would be to do this in front of all these people.

'Yes Ma'am,' I finally whispered, blushing with shame.

She reached around me with the hairbrush and I reluctantly took it from her. With my legs still splayed widely, and supporting myself against the wall with my other hand, I reached down to my pussy and nervously rubbed my clit with the handle of the hairbrush.

Up until this point no one else in the room had any idea what was going to happen, but when I begun to rub myself with the hairbrush my intentions became pretty clear. A murmur went round the room, and then there was hushed silence. The only noise was my sniffling as I still fought to recover from the extraordinary sequence of spankings I had just endured.

The feel of the hairbrush against my clit was heavenly and I was soon lost in a fog of ecstasy. I was as aroused as I have ever been in my life. I could already feel the orgasm building within me and I began to gyrate my hips obscenely back and forth. I pushed the handle against my vulva and it met no resistance, burying itself deep within me. I began pumping the hairbrush furiously in and out. With every inward stroke the bristles brushed against my labia, increasing the stimulation. The orgasm hit me like a train and my legs began to buckle, but I kept thrusting until the waves of pleasure had completely passed.

Utterly exhausted I dropped to my knees, and rested my head against the corner. My backside was tender and bruised, and I was bathed in sweat. My audience sat stunned at the exhibition they had just witnessed.

Gradually there was movement amongst the onlookers as they got up and began tidying away the dishes. I was allowed to remain in the corner, and no one spoke to me.

Eventually it was time for Debbie and Rachel's parents to part. They commented that they had only intended to pop in for a couple of minutes to say hello and check there was nothing we needed. Their quick trip had proved to be far more eventful than they could ever have imagined.

My Mother in Law decided I had had enough time in the corner to recover, and told me to come over and say good-bye to our guests who were leaving. It took a great deal of effort to pull myself to my feet and gingerly walk over to them. I was stark naked, but after what I had just endured it did not seem to matter anymore.

Debbie's Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek. 'Now you be a good girl, won't you?'

'Yes Ma'am' I blushed, 'And thank you for punishing me.'

'It was a pleasure, dear. Anytime.'

I hoped I would never have to take up the offer.

Debbie's Dad shook my hand politely. 'You are a very...... interesting girl.' He choose his words carefully.

I smiled shyly.

After they were gone everyone started preparing for bed. It had, after all, been a long day. I stood around awkwardly, still naked, not sure where I was going to be sleeping.

Finally, my Mother in Law gave me some attention, 'You were going to be sleeping in the same room as Rachel and Troy, but clearly we cannot trust you in a room with those two.'

I blushed with shame.

'So I guess you had better sleep in the same room as Ben and I. I will make up a bed for you.'

The thought of having to share a room with Ben and Jane was not appealing, but I knew I dared not mutter a word.

My Parents in Law disappeared into their bedroom to prepare for bed, while I waited patiently outside. I was feeling incredibly exhausted as it had been a very intense day. I wondered what tomorrow might bring.

Finally Ben opened the door of the bedroom and I was beckoned in. A thin foam mattress had been laid out on the floor at the foot of their bed, along with a blanket. It did not look very comfortable, and I badly needed a shower, but I was so tired I knew none of this would matter. I lay down on my stomach, as my buttocks were very tender, pulled the blanket over me, and drifted quickly off to sleep. What a day.

Part 10

I slept soundly the whole night in the bedroom of my Parents in Law, despite my buttocks feeling very tender from the serial spanking they had received. When I awoke sun was streaming into the bedroom, and all was quiet. I peeked up at the bed where my Parents in Law had slept, but it was empty. I wrapped my blanket around my naked body and went out to the open plan area that contained the kitchen, dining room and lounge. There was no sign of life.

The bathroom was empty so I decided to seize the opportunity to take a much-needed shower. The water cascading over me felt heavenly, and I felt decidedly good. Even my buttocks felt much better than I would ever have expected. They were still tender, and I had some minor bruising, but at least I could touch them without wincing. After showering, I dried myself off, wrapped the towel around me and went in search of my suitcase so that I could find some clothing. It had been a long time since I had been fully dressed. I had been naked from the waist down since having a swim at the lake yesterday. Reliving the events of yesterday sent a shiver down my spine. It had been quite a day.

I found my suitcase in the empty bedroom of Rachel and Troy and quickly dressed. I had learnt my lesson from yesterday, and made certain I choose a more conservative pair of panties as well as a bra. I wanted to make sure I was prepared for any eventualities that unfolded during the day. Once dressed I checked again to ensure the house was empty, then went outside onto the veranda, where I spotted the three males across the yard, sitting on a table under a tree.

As I wandered across the yard the three males, Ben (my Father in Law), John (Debbie's husband), and young Troy (Rachel's boyfriend) all turned to stare at me letchurishly. The way they were staring at me caused me to look down at my clothing just to double check I was in fact dressed appropriately.

'Hi,' I called out shyly as I approached the three of them, 'Where are the women folk.'

I tried to act and sound normal, hoping the events of yesterday would be cast aside.

'Gone shopping for a couple of hours,' my Father in Law responded, 'Should be back for lunch.'

I was immediately hurt that my Mother in Law (Jane), Debbie and Rachel had deserted me to go shopping, leaving me at the ranch alone with the men.

Ben obviously read my mind. 'If you had been awake at a respectable hour they might have taken you too.'

'Sorry,' I blushed, 'I guess I was kind of exhausted.'

'I am not surprised, given your behaviour. You certainly put on quite an act.' It was John this time that spoke.

I just blushed even more. I knew there was nothing I could say in defence of my behaviour; so felt silence was my best recourse.

'We are about to go for a stroll up to the top of Brooks Mountain', Troy jumped in enthusiastically, 'Why don't you join us?'

I was far from certain that going for a stroll with the three males was a good idea.

'No thanks'' I responded casually, 'I think I'll just sit on the porch and read a book.'

'Come on city girl. You have just got out of bed. You need the exercise.' My Father in Law added his support

'Come on Kym, it will be fun,' Troy added

Fun for whom, I silently wondered

'Come on, put your boots on, we are waiting for you.' It sounded more like a directive rather than a friendly request from my Father in Law.

I did not want to risk getting my Father in Law, or the others, upset, therefore reluctantly agreed to accompany them for the climb up Brooks Mountain. And I rationalised I was probably being apprehensive for no reason at all. After fetching my tramping boots we set off for the mountain, which was only a short walk away.

It took less than half an hour to reach Brooks Mountain. It was not much of mountain, more of a hill, but did have some steep parts to get to the top. Everyone had been friendly, and I felt relaxed and chatty. At the foot of the mountain we rested and drank water from a fresh water spring.

We were just about to set off up the mountain when I caught all the men looking slyly at each other and I immediately sensed something was up. My Father in Law turned to look at me and I stopped dead in my tracks.

'What?' I squeaked nervously

'Take off your clothing'

'P..Pardon?' I stammered

'You heard me.' My Father in Law reinforced.

'Why?' I pleaded

I looked pleadingly at John and Troy, but I could tell from their grins this was all pre-planned and I was going to get no support from them

'Do you want to be spanked by all three of us, right here?' My Father in Law continued.

'No!' I pouted, trying not to cry.

'Well, just do it.'

I hung my head dejectedly. Slowly I buttoned my top and removed it. I then took off my boots and removed my jeans.

'Please can I leave on my bra and panties?' I pleaded

'It is good to see your underwear is more appropriate to the country life, but you are still going to remove all of it.'

With a sigh of defeat and resignation, I unclasped my bra and removed it, and stepped out of my panties so that I was totally naked.

'Put your boots back on, then hand the rest of your clothing to Troy,' my Father in Law directed.

After putting my boots back on and slowly lacing them up I gathered up my clothing in a bundle and embarrassedly handed them to young Troy, who placed them in the small shoulder bag he had brought with him.

As I stood there naked, except for my boots, the three males made no attempt to avert their eyes from my body. They all had a look of pure lust etched on their faces. I flushed with embarrassment, and worried what might be coming next. To my surprise my Father in Law then beckoned in the direction of the trail we were following.

'You lead,' he was directing his comment to me

'Please can I follow?' I whimpered.

'No my dear, ladies first, isn't that right boys?' Ben made an exaggerated sweep of his arm to wave me on.

John and Troy were quick to agree with my Father in Law.

Once again, I hung my head in defeat, made my way past the three men, and set off up the trail. The three men followed close behind, obviously getting a good view of my rear end as I led the way.

I was totally embarrassed, not only of the three males behind me ogling my nudity, but also in case we came across others using the track.

The trail up the mountain began to get steeper, then we reached a section that was almost vertical for about eight feet. I tried to clamber up but slipped and fell back, falling into the arms of John. As he helped me upright he did not miss the opportunity to put his arms around me and briefly squeeze my nipples. I yelped in surprise, causing Ben and Troy to laugh.

'I think you need a hand up there girlie,' Ben grinned.

I looked at the vertical climb, and realised if I tried to do it on my own, in the nude, I would at the very least end up with skin abrasions, or possibly worse. I had no choice other than to accept my Father in Law's offer.

Supporting me around the waist he lifted me to a small step in the rock that was about eighteen inches up. I put one foot on the small step, and noticed the next step cut into the rock was about another eighteen inched up and two feet to the side. I hesitated, realising that once I lifted my right leg up the next step my vagina would be wide open to the three males below. But I had no choice as I could not go back down, therefore very reluctantly I reached my foot out and stuck it in the second step. I felt so exposed.

I could see at the top of the ledge there was a peg which one could use to grip hold of to pull themselves up. I reached up but was too short to get a grip of it. I could touch it with the tip of my fingers, but could not get a grip. I stretched up several times, but no matter how hard I tried I could not get my hand around the peg. I was going to need further assistance.

I looked plaintively down at the men below, who were, not surprisingly, looking directly up my crotch. Young Troy was actually licking his lips.

'Can someone help me please.' I was exasperated that all they could think of doing was leering at my private parts, when clearly I needed help. Typical men, I silently thought.

John and Troy reached up to me, for what I though was to give me assistance. But incredible I instead felt fingers probing my vagina.

I gasped out loudly and just about lost my balance. 'Don't, please don't,' I begged, helpless to move out of the way of the probing fingers.

My pleas went unheeded as I felt several hands probing my inner thighs, vagina, buttocks, and someone was even putting pressure on my anus. I had never felt so invaded. I was too embarrassed to look down to see whose hands were being so intimate with me. There were at least two of the men probing me, and I strongly suspected it could be all three. To make matters worse, despite my disgust at what they were doing to me, I could feel my body starting to react sexually.

Soon fingers were probing freely in and out of my vagina, and it felt like they were having a contest to see how many fingers they could insert at one time. The finger that had been pressing against my anus suddenly penetrated me and I screamed out loudly at the invasion. My voice echoed across the canyon.

Despite willing my body not to react to the invasion, I could feel myself become flushed as I began the steady build up to an orgasm. Then suddenly all the fingers withdrew, but it was only a very temporary respite as I felt a tongue flick at my labia. I groaned out loudly and protested against the liberties they were taking with my body. But even to my own ears my protests were only half-hearted.

Soon the tongue was slurping and sucking at my honey pot, and my juices were flowing freely. I was much to embarrassed to look down to see whom the invading tongue belonged to. Not that it mattered as the first tongue stopped licking me, but was quickly replaced by a second. Clearly they were all going to have their turn.

Soon I could fight back the orgasm no longer, and began panting heavily. I struggled to retain my grip on the ledge, as my hips were pushing down on the invading tongue. Then suddenly, while still sucking on my vagina, someone pushed their finger deep into my anus. This threw me over the edge and a gigantic orgasm rippled through my body, my hips bucking wildly. Then I lost grip and fell backwards helplessly. I felt strong arms take hold of me securely and I was gently lowered to a seated position.

For a long while I rested my head on my knees until my breathing had settled. I looked up sheepishly, and all three men were grinning at me. I tried not to feel embarrassed, but inevitably I did, especially when I pulled myself to my feet and glanced down to see the big wet spot on the rock where I had been sitting.

Troy then turned to the ledge I had just failed to ascend, and within seconds had effortlessly scaled the eight feet high wall. Keeping hold of the peg at the top he reached down, took hold of my hand, and with a little assistance from me I was quickly at the top beside him.

I turned and looked at him with a scowl on my face, as I thought, 'You bastard, why couldn't you have just done that in the first place and saved me all that embarrassment.' Troy did at least have the courtesy to look a little sheepish.

Once Ben and John had joined us on the ledge we made the 10-minute walk to the summit. Although Brooks Mountain was not very high the views were quite breathtaking. Standing there, feeling the breeze encircling my naked body, I felt surprisingly exhilarated. I flapped my arms like a bird in flight. Despite everything that I had endured in the past months, my body felt more alive than I ever felt possible. It was as if I had been on a journey up the side of my own personal mountain of self-discovery, and now I stood on a summit feeling alive and fresh. I did not feel like a victim.

As I turned to face my three male companions they were all watching me intently, and seemed bemused by the fact I was smiling. At that moment I made a snap decision. I knew it was going to take extreme courage on my part but I wanted to do it.

Silently I walked over to Troy, knelt before him and unzipped the fly on his jeans. I reached in and pulled his penis free. It was now his turn to gasp with surprise. He was instantly hard, and I took his young penis in my mouth and sucked him deeply. He came quickly.

Without standing up I crawled to John, and repeated my actions. He was also hard as a rock and I could tell he badly needed to cum. As soon as I took his penis in my mouth he thrust vigorously and his cum squirted in a torrent. I tried to swallow it all but some ran down my cheek.

Finally I crawled to my Father in Law, Ben. I knelt at his feet and peered up at him. I recalled all the times I had been over his lap for a spanking, and could feel his swollen penis pushing against my belly. I knew the sight of my naked body, and the thrill of spanking me, was a sexual turn-on to him.

By kneeling at my Father in Law's feet I was signalling to him that no matter how gut wrenching it would be for me, I was prepared to take his penis in my mouth and give him the relief I am sure he longed for. For a long while our eyes locked, then he reached down with both arms, lifted me to my feet, and embraced me in a warm, loving cuddle. It was a wonderful moment.

After taking a few moments to silently take in the view from the summit we all set off on the descent, my Father in Law and I holding hands until the track narrowed to the extent we had to go in single file. I was still naked, and sensed that if I asked for my clothes back from young Troy he would almost certainly oblige. However I was actually prepared to stay nude and prolong the pleasure for my three male companions of being able to be in close company of a naked female out in the wide-open spaces of Mother Nature.

I did briefly regret my decision to stay nude when we rounded a tight bend on the trail and came face to face with a man and his son making their way upwards. I just about died when I first spotted them only a few feet in front of me. There was absolutely nothing I could do as we were on a narrow path carved into the side of Brooks Mountain. There was nowhere I could hide. Instead I proudly put my nose in the air and quickened my stride.

The father and son looked like stunned mullets as this naked woman strode past them, so closely that they could have reached out and touched me.

I heard my Father in Law chirp at them as he went by the strangers, 'She is from New Zealand. They just love to be close to nature.'

'Oh,' was the stunned response.

Once we rounded the next bend we all burst out in laughter.

At the bottom of Brooks Mountain we stopped at the fresh water spring again. There was a small pool at the bottom of the spring so I removed my boots and stepped in. Under the watchful eyes of my male companions I cleaned myself and frolicked in the crystal clear ice cold water. When I emerged we sat on the rocks beside the pool and chatted while the sun dried me out. Troy then handed me back my clothing and I dressed, before we all set off for the short walk back to the ranch.

Part 11

It was after 2 pm by the time the four of us returned from our conquest of Brooks Mountain. The three women, Debbie, her younger sister Rachel, and my Mother in Law (Jane) were all busy in the kitchen. As we entered the ranch house all three turned their attention to us.

Debbie zeroed in on me. 'And where have you been, young lady?'

I hated when she spoke down to me like that, especially considering she was only a couple of years older, at the most, than my 29 years.

'I hiked up Brooks Mountain with the men,' I responded, feeling a little more confident than I normally did in these situations.

'And did you behave yourself?' enquired my Mother in Law.

Darn, that was a tricky question. I felt like asking her to define 'behave yourself', but knew I would be setting myself up for trouble.

I decided to try and play it safe. 'I did what I was told, and kept out of trouble.'

My Mother in Law looked at me suspiciously, and then turned to her husband.

'She was a model Daughter in Law,' Ben responded somewhat cryptically.

My Mother in Law could smell a rat, and she was not about to let matters lie.

'Shall I try being a little more specific,' my Mother in Law persevered, 'Did you take your clothes off in front of the men?'

I gulped. 'Sort of. But only because...'

'Yes or No?' my Mother in Law interrupted.

I dropped my bottom lip, and looked down at my feet.

'Yes, Ma'am.'

'Did you let the men touch you?'

'Yes, Ma'am.'

'Did you orgasm in front of the men?'

Was this woman psychic or what? Or perhaps she just knew me too well.

'Yes, Ma'am.' I blushed with shame at this admission, and silently prayed that she would not ask me if I had given them a blowjob. Fortunately her crystal ball must have fogged over when I pulled that stunt.

'Take off your clothes,' my Mother in Law directed.

I cheekily wondered why I had bothered to put my clothes back on in the first place. I could have saved myself the trouble of having to undress again. However, without comment or hesitation I quickly undressed, and was soon standing before everyone totally naked

'Now go and get the hairbrush.'

I grimaced, and my cockiness very quickly dissipated. My backside remembered only too well the pain inflicted by a walloping from the hairbrush. Silently I shuffled off, and then remembered I had no idea where to find the hairbrush. I therefore had to suffer the ignominy of returning to the group and asking where I could find it. Having been redirected to the bedside cabinet in Debbie's room, I fetched the solid wooden hairbrush. It felt heavy in my hand and I could see why it inflicted so much pain. As I walked back to the group I was sweating with anxiety, and fearful of being spanked again on my still tender and bruised buttocks.

With reticence I held out the hairbrush to hand it to my Mother in Law, but she just stared at me, one hand on her hip.

'Good girl. Now brush that hair of yours, you look a mess.'

For a moment I frowned at her, then when I heard the others giggling I could not help but give a small grin of relief. I obligingly brushed the knots out of my long blond hair.

'I suppose you hoped I was going to punish you?' my Mother in Law enquired, partly in jest.

'No, Ma'am,' I blushed

'Well you are going to be punished.' She retorted

The grin was well and truly wiped off my face.

'I am, Ma'am?' I asked hesitantly.

'Yes, you are....but not right now. We have something very special planned for you tonight.'

I gulped, 'What is it you have planned, Ma'am?'

'You will find out in good time. In the meantime we had better get you ready. We will start by making sure those pubes of yours are shaven nice and smooth. Come closer girl.'

I stepped in very close to my Mother in Law.

'Open your legs,' she requested

Opening my legs was always a degrading experience for me but I did not hesitate to obey. Jane then reached down and ran her hand over my shaven pubic region

'Have you shaved around your cunt?'

'As best as I can, Ma'am,' I blushed in response

'Let me feel. Open your legs wider.'

I readily obeyed, soaking up the humiliation like a drug.

'I hope I am not going to find you wet?'

'I hope you are not, also.' I responded truthfully. I suspected if I was not wet I was certainly at least at the puffy stage of arousal.

My Mother in Law ran her fingers over my labia, then repeated the exercise several more times. Despite myself, my body began to react. I tried to stifle a low groan of pleasure, and bent my knees outwards to give my Mother in Law better access. I stared deep into her eyes as she fondled me.

Just as I was starting to pant in short breaths she withdrew her hand, and again I groaned, but this time in frustration.

'I think you are definitely wet now, my dear,' smiled my Mother in Law.

'I think I definitely am, Ma'am,' I responded in short gasps

'You need to be shaven. I want you as bald as a baby's bum.'

'Yes, Ma'am,' I blushed at having such a personal function openly discussed in front of the three men.

'Debbie will take you into bathroom and shave you,' added my Mother in Law.

I opened my mouth in horror

'But, Ma'am, I am very capable of shaving myself,' I pleaded.

'I want you especially clean for tonight, and to achieve that you need some help. Now run along dear and don't argue the point with me as I think you know what the result will be,' chastised my Mother in Law.

I hung my head and knew better than to argue, despite how degrading it would be to have someone shave my private parts. Without uttering a word I turned and departed for the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of Debbie as I passed, and I was not surprised to see she was grinning like the cat that just found the cream.

Once in the bathroom I closed the door, and briefly considered locking it. But I knew I would have to come out eventually and the consequences would be far worse than I already faced. Therefore I just stood, naked, in the centre of the bathroom and waited.

For an eternity I stood silently and waited. I desperately wanted to pee, but was hesitant to relieve myself. Finally I could wait no longer and sat on the toilet. The urine had just started to flow when the door swung open and there stood Debbie. I felt mortified. I had always been a very private person when it came to using the toilet. I would not even go to the toilet in my own bathroom if my husband, Michael, were present. I found it embarrassing, and could never relax enough to do the task.

To make matters worse, Debbie's husband, John, and young Troy had a clear view of me squatting on the toilet from where they were standing. I tried to stop peeing but I was beyond the point of shutting it off as I had such a full bladder.

'Close the door,' I hissed at Debbie, then added, 'Please!'

She seemed to take an eternity to step into the bathroom, and slowly closed the door. But not before John and Troy got a good view of a naked female squatting on the toilet.

Debbie stood beside me with her hands on her hips. Sitting on the toilet, and glancing up at her, I felt like a young child being watched over by her mother, which was crazy as Debbie was virtually my own age.

Debbie stood over me as I urinated into the toilet. The noise of my pee splashing in the water made me embarrassed. I seemed to go on forever and ever. Finally the flow stopped.

'Are you finished?' Debbie enquired

I started peeing again. I was nervous at being watched, and was having trouble emptying my bladder. I gave Debbie an embarrassed smile. Finally I was finished.

'This time?' Debbie enquired again with a hint of impatience.

'Finished,' I said quietly

I went to reach up for some toilet paper but Debbie smacked my hand away. I looked up at her confused. Debbie reached over me and tore off a length of toilet paper herself.

'Stand up,' she commanded

Even though it was demeaning, I did not resist. I stood up as requested.

'Open your legs,' Debbie commanded

I obeyed, as if her request was the most normal thing in the world. Debbie wiped me clean with the toilet paper, dropped it in the pan, and activated the flush. I then watched as she laid a towel out on the bathroom floor

'Now lie down on the towel.'

I flopped down onto the floor and watched Debbie as she fetched some shaving cream and a razor out of the cupboard. She then crouched down beside me.

'Open your legs'

As I obeyed she positioned herself between my legs, looking straight up into my vagina. I tried to block out my embarrassment, but I was blushing. Debbie applied shaving cream to my pubic area and quickly removed my stubble.

'Okay, now for around your vagina. Bend your knees, lift them up and clasp them with your hands.'

Reluctantly I obeyed, only too conscious of how revealing this position was.

'Open your legs wide, silly girl. I need to get good access to your cunt.'

I groaned in protest, but obeyed her command. Debbie applied shaving cream around my crotch, and I was surprised how soothing and cool it felt. I closed my eyes, and willed myself not to become stimulated. Debbie pinched hold of one of my labia and pulled it out tight, before commencing shaving. She was holding me roughly and it hurt a little, but I did not complain. To be frank, the overall sensation was pleasant.

Debbie then moved her attention to the other labia and again pinched it and stretched it, before shaving any hairs I had down there. Despite all my willpower I was becoming wet, and I hated myself for it. It had also not gone unnoticed by Debbie

'I hope you are not getting wet,' she chided

I closed my eyes in shame

'You really are a slut, aren't you?'

I managed to mumble 'Yes, Ma'am.'

Debbie pinched both of my labia together painfully and stretched them as far as she could. Then taking the handle of the razor she slid it between the lips and into my vagina. I gasped at the stimulation.

'Please don't.' I whispered, but already my breath was quickening. 'Please don't embarrass me like this.'

Debbie pinched my labia even tighter, while stroking the razor handle in and out.

'But you do want to cum, don't you?'

'No.....yes!' I responded in confusion, then gave in to the needs of my body and lifted my hips off the ground. 'Fuck me,' I grunted, the words escaping my mouth before I even realised it.

As I built quickly to an orgasm I turned my head towards the bathroom door and saw it was wide open, and the doorway was full of prying eyes. I groaned in horror but was too far gone. My hips bucked wildly as the orgasm charged through my body.

Still shaky from the aftermath of my orgasm, Debbie and Rachel helped me to my feet and placed me in the shower.

'Your clothes are sitting on the stool here,' Debbie pointed to the pile of clothing, before they exited leaving me in my solitude to recover and shower.

When I had showered and dried I picked up the pile of clothing, but did not recognise any of it as being mine. My initial thought was that Debbie or Rachel had kindly lent me some of their own clothing, and I was briefly gratified by this kind gesture. But when I looked closer the clothing was more appropriate to an 8 year old. There was a white frilly top, a very short dress with a bib in front, knee high socks, and white cotton panties with panda bears embroidered on them.

Confused, I just stared at the clothing. There must be a mistake. There is absolutely no way I am wearing those baby doll clothes. In protest, I sat down on the side of the bath and sulked. About 10 minutes later my Mother in Law opened the bathroom door, and frowned disapprovingly at my naked form perched on the side of the bath.

'I will be back in 5 minutes, and you had better be fully dressed, or suffer the consequences on those pretty little buttocks of yours.'

I tried to protest but my Mother in Law ignored my pleas and exited. I stood up and stomped my feet on the ground in protest. However my resolve was broken and I quickly began to dress. Surprisingly all the clothing fitted. When I looked at myself in the mirror I looked absolutely ridiculous. I looked like an adult woman in children's clothing, which is exactly what I was. I stood in the bathroom, too embarrassed to go out.

Finally my Mother in Law returned, and smiled when she saw my appearance. 'You look lovely, dear.'

'I do not,' I pouted, 'I look like a child.'

'Exactly, but a lovely child,' she smiled

'But why?' I enquired

However my Mother in Law ignored my question, instead lifting up her hand, which I saw was holding the hairbrush. I winced and instinctively put my hand down to protect my buttocks. But instead she ran the brush through my hair, then to my horror she tied my hair with two pink ribbons. I felt like crying as I looked so ridiculous.

Satisfied that I looked pretty, my Mother in Law took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. Everyone turned to stare at me, and I expected them all to laugh at my stupid, young girl clothes. But much too my surprise there were no laughs, not even a sly grin. Instead there were just positive comments about how pretty I looked. It made me feel a little bit better about my ridiculous clothing.

I spent the rest of the afternoon helping to prepare dinner, and gradually became more relaxed in my clothing. I wanted to ask why I was being made to dress in the childish clothing, but felt it would be smarter not to push the matter. I also desperately wanted to know what the special surprise was they had in store for me. I was very apprehensive, yet curious.

We ate early, and the atmosphere was friendly and chatty. I found it difficult to focus on the conversation as I was becoming increasingly nervous. I knew they had something planned for me, and knowing my Parents in Law it would be humiliating and painful. I also knew I had a big wet spot on my white cotton panda panties.

After dinner my Mother in Law glanced at her watch, then looked over at me.

'It is time my dear.'

'Time for what?' I responded nervously

My Mother in Law just smiled, got up from the table, fetched the keys to the rental vehicle, then beckoned for me to follow her as she went to the front door.

'Give everyone a wave goodbye.'

I turned and gave everyone a nervous wave. Once we were seated in the car my Mother in Law started the engine, then turned to look at me. For a moment I looked back at her with a nervous grin, then it dawned on me what she was waiting for. I lifted my buttocks off the seat and lowered my panties to my knees, carefully concealing the wet spot in the crotch. I then reached into the glove box to grab some tissues, and awkwardly positioned them on my car seat before lowering my buttocks back down on them.

We drove for about fifteen minutes in silence before my Mother in Law pulled over to the side of the road. The traffic was not heavy, but there were other vehicles on the road, mainly trucks.

'Get out of car, push your panties to your ankles, and lift your pretty little dress up to your waist so that I can warm those buttocks of yours.'

I wanted to ask why, but knew better than to question my Mother in Law. Reluctantly I exited the car, and looked around nervously to see if anybody was watching me. I quickly lowered my panties to my ankles, but hesitated to lift my dress up to my waist, as I knew how exposed this would leave me.

However once my Mother in Law opened her door I quickly lifted my dress. I could hear the rumble of an oncoming truck but tried to ignore it. As the truck thundered by the driver obviously got an eyeful as he blasted on his air horn several times.

My Mother in Law came around to where I was standing nervously, took hold of my arm, and without ceremony gave me a good old-fashioned hand spanking on my still tender buttocks. During the spanking several cars and trucks drove past, and as it was still daylight they would have copped a clear view of a mature woman, dressed in children's clothing, getting a damn good spanking on her bare buttocks. I found the situation deliciously humiliating.

Following the short, sharp spanking we continued the journey to the township close by. It was a small rural town with a hotel and a handful of shops and eating establishments. I tried to slouch down in my seat as we drove into the township so that people could not see my baby-doll outfit, but realised by doing so my short dress rode up over my hips revealing my naked pussy. My panties were still bunched at my knees. We were passing within a few feet of people, and even stopped once to let some pedestrians cross the street in front of our car. I could not help blushing bright red.

It was not until we pulled into a car park that my Mother in Law allowed me to pull my white cotton panties up. We both noticed how damp the tissues were I had been sitting on. My Mother in Law got out of the car and beckoned for me to follow. I looked at her wide-eyed. I had expected I would sit in the car while she purchased supplies, then we would leave. I had no expectation of actually being seen in public in my ridiculous clothing.

I pouted my bottom lip and refused to budge. My Mother in Law came around to my door, opened it, and loudly reprimanded me. 'Get out of this car now young lady or I will give you a bare bottomed spanking right here in the car park.'

A couple of mothers pushing prams turned to stare at us. Reluctantly I climbed out of the car and my Mother in Law took my hand and led me down the street to a cafe. I was so embarrassed, due to my baby doll clothing, plus the fact that my short, bibbed dress struggled to cover my panda panties. Any small breeze and I would be exposed.

My outfit was certainly a showstopper. Men and women stopped in their tracks and just stared disbelievingly at my bizarre clothing.

In the cafe my Mother in Law ordered herself a latte, but I was only given a glass of water and a straw, which helped to reinforce my junior status. 20 long minutes later we exited the cafe and walked hand in hand to the only hotel in town. My Mother in Law walked up to the counter, and after a brief conversation she paid some cash and was given a key.

She took my hand again and led me up the stairs. Half way up the stairs I turned to look at the male behind the counter, who not surprisingly was ogling the view he was getting of my panda panties. As I looked at him he wet his lips with his tongue in an erotic gesture, which caused me to blush yet again.

At the top of the stairs we entered a modestly furnished hotel bedroom. My mind was racing with thoughts of what was going to happen to me. My heart was pumping at twice its normal rate.

'Undress, but leave the ribbons in your hair, and keep the knee high socks on,' my Mother in Law casually requested.

I undressed as directed, and stood nervously in the middle of the room.

'Lie down on your back on the bed.'

Again I obeyed without question, lying prone on the double bed.

'Put your hands above your head.'

Again I mechanically obeyed, stretching my arms above my head. It was then I noticed my Mother in Law had produced two pieces of short rope from her purse, and began securing my wrists to the headboard. I was genuinely frightened, as I had never been tied up before. Michael and I had not been into bondage, although I did recall a couple of times he had suggested tying me up but I was reluctant to indulge.

Plus we were in a hotel room in a strange town and I felt very vulnerable.

After securing my wrists, and double-checking to ensure I could not extricate myself, my Mother in Law produced a blindfold, which she tied securely around my eyes. I was plunged into darkness. This only served to increase my fears and I began whimpering. I had to breath deeply to stop myself having a panic attack.

Sensing I was close to being terrified, my Mother in Law gently rubbed my tummy until my breathing settled down.

'This is going to be an ultimate test, Kym,' my Mother in Law spoke gently.

'What is going to happen to me?' I whispered

'I will leave you alone in a few minutes,' explained my Mother in Law. 'But shortly after I leave a group of strangers will come into this room.'

'A group of strangers,' I gasped, pulling helplessly on my bound wrists. 'But who are these people?'

'They are townsfolk whom we have asked to punish you.'

'Townsfolk!' I screamed, 'Please no, not this.'

'Hush little one.' My Mother in Law's hand had moved from my tummy to my vagina, and continued to stroke me in a soothing manner.

She spread my labia and gently played with my clit. It had the desired affect. I relaxed a little, and felt a familiar warmth building from within. She continued to sooth me for several minutes, before continuing to speak.

'When you hear the people enter the room, you are to say nothing. You will open your legs wide and bend your knees. This will be your sign of submission, and your invitation for them to punish you. If you do not spread yourself wide open in this manner, they will take it as an indication you do not want to be punished, and will leave.'

'But I can't do this,' I pleaded. 'I cannot bring myself to act in such a debasing manner. I will surely die!'

'Darling Daughter in Law, we understand how humiliating this simple act will be for you, but only you can decide if you are ready for it.'

I was still trying to absorb the meaning of my Mother in Law's words when I felt her remove her hand from my vagina, then without a word she was gone. I heard the door open and close. I wanted to say something, but words would not form.

The darkness and silence in the room was almost overpowering. Time had no meaning. I lay there, naked, blindfolded, and bound to the headboard, aware of every tiny noise.

I could not believe my Parents in Law were subjecting me to this ultimate humiliation. I knew I could not submit. I resolved that I would simply lie there in silence, legs firmly closed, and wait until they left. It would be degrading enough just knowing that these strangers would be able to ogle my naked body, but given what I had been through in recent months I felt I could live through that.

Without warning I heard the door handle turn and my heart began pounding. Panic rose up and I had to fight the desire to try and get up from the bed, knowing it would be useless.

In the quietness I heard several people shuffle into the room, and I could sense them surrounding my bed. There was a quiet murmuring, then silence.

I could not believe I was lying naked and bound on the bed, and all these strangers had an unhindered view of my nakedness. I was undoubtedly the centre of attention. As these thoughts raced through my mind, the fear and apprehension began to be replaced with sensations of eroticism. Submission and humiliation became a frightening need I had to fulfil.

Almost without realising it my body began to submit. I opened my legs, bent my knees, and brought my ankles up until they touched my buttocks. I was splayed wide open in an act of total submission. I could feel my labia rapidly swelling and my juices were running.

I braced myself for some form of punishment, but nothing happened. I forced my legs open even wider, and then raised my knees until they were hovering above my head. My buttocks were raised high off the bed, and I knew that every part of anatomy was as openly exposed as it is physically capable of being. I could feel my juices flooding out of my vagina, and my body was alive with sensations of ecstasy. I was inviting punishment.

When the punishment came, it was not on my buttocks as expected, but firmly on my swollen labia. The sting caused pain to rattle through my body. I did not know what I had been smacked with, but it clearly was not a hand. It felt like some form of small whip. I cried out and straightened my legs, squeezing my thighs together in a bid to quell the pain.

After several deep breaths I forced myself to resume my position again, lifting my knees high above my head. I was sobbing after the third blow, and crying like a baby after the sixth. I could take no more, and fortunately for me the punishment ceased.

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I knew my nose was running but I could do nothing to wipe myself.

When I finally gathered my wits I was suddenly aware of how quiet the hotel room was. I lay there in silence, straining to keep my legs held up above my head. I was just beginning to wonder if I was all alone when I felt someone climb onto the foot of the bed. The closeness of this person to my exposed genitalia sent my mind racing and I suddenly felt very exposed again.

I began to lower my legs but felt strong hands grip my knees. I cried out in shock

'No, don't, please,' I cried out, ignoring my Mother in Law's request that I remain silent.

But in response to my plea I felt pressure against my labia, and instinctively knew it was a man's penis. I began to fight against the intrusion but was almost powerless as my wrists were secured, and the invader had a firm grip on my knees. In an instance the penis was deep inside.

'Please don't, not this,' I pleaded, 'I love my husband, Michael. I know I need to be humiliated and punished, but I never want to be unfaithful to my husband. I beg of you, please!'

'Your husband is a very lucky man,' came a familiar voice.

As the rigid penis began pumping my vagina the blindfold was pulled off my head.

'Michael!' I screamed

My husband's face hovered over my own, grinning from ear to ear.

'But how...' I managed to grunt before being overcome by an orgasmic tsunami.

Part 12

For a long while Michael and I lay on the bed in a naked embrace, my wrists still bound to the headboard, and I still had ribbons in my hair and bobby socks on my feet.

I was reluctant to spoil the moment, but my mind was racing with questions, and I desperately wanted answers. I especially needed to know if he knew anything of what had been happening between his parents and myself over the past months. Michael also realised my need for answers, therefore he untied my wrists and sat me up on the bed.

I was shocked when he confessed he had known everything right from the beginning. When my Father in Law had found me drunk in that bar and in danger of being raped, his parents had phoned him. Michael confessed he was frustrated at my continual immature behaviour, and it was his suggestion to his parents that they should punish me. He felt I was unlikely to go along with the plan unless I felt it was going to save our marriage.

My mouth hung open. I was flabbergasted, and to be honest, more than just a little angry with Michael.

He explained that his parents were reluctant to go along with the plan, and only agreed after persistent persuasion from him.

'Your parents were reluctant to punish and humiliate me?' I cried aghast.

'Believe me they were, especially initially, as they love you deeply,' Michael explained.

I was stunned.

'I had only planned for my parents to continue the punishment for a few weeks, but then we all saw how you were being affected erotically by it all.'

I blushed, for it was true

'And to be honest,' Michael continued, 'I have felt you were a true submissive and I desperately wanted to bring this side of you out into the open.'

I knew he had been successful.

'And you are telling me your parents were reluctant puppets in your little scheme.' I needed clarification.

'Initially yes. But I have to confess they soon became intoxicated by the dominant roles they were playing. And they had such a beautiful and willing student.'

Again Michael caused me to blush.

I had so many unanswered questions I did not know where to start

'How did you get here?'

I flew in this morning and Debbie, Rachel and my mother collected me while you were hiking up Brooks Mountain

I went bright red and wondered what he knew about my hike up Brooks Mountain

'Who were the strangers in this hotel room?' I breathlessly enquired. I had so many questions, but Michael put his finger over my mouth to hush me.

'No more questions. Just get dressed and meet us down at the bar.'

With that comment, Michael stood and exited the room. I sat staring at the closed door, my jaw hanging open. 'What has just happened to me?' my mind was asking, trying desperately to piece everything together. I was mortified and deeply embarrassed that Michael knew of my behaviour. I sat staring at my baby doll clothing lying on the bed beside me, but I knew I could not summons up the courage to dress myself and go downstairs to face Michael and my Mother in Law.

I felt like a slut, and had let everybody down, including myself. 'How had I let myself behave as I had?' I pondered, tears welling in my eyes.

As I sat there in a confused state, wallowing in self-pity, the hotel room door swung open, and the outline of my Mother in Law filled the doorway.

'You are keeping us waiting,' she reprimanded me, 'Did your husband not ask you to get dressed and meet us down stairs?'

'But Ma'am, I won't....I can't...' I desperately tried to gather my thoughts.

'Did Michael ask you to get dressed and meet us down stairs?' My Mother in Law repeated herself impatiently.

My head sunk onto my chest. 'Yes, Ma'am,' I whispered.

'Come to me.' My Mother in Law stared directly at me, but she did not raise her voice. She was still standing in the open doorway.

Nervously I raised my naked body off the bed and shuffled over to my Mother in Law. I knew she was going to spank me. I deserved it, and I needed it. As soon as I was in front of her she took hold of my forearm and turned me so she had a good clear access to my buttocks. She did not bother lecturing me, as we both knew I had done wrong. In front of the open doorway she gave me a severe spanking and I bit down on my lip so as not to make the kind of noise that would attract curious onlookers. An elderly couple did pass by the doorway, hesitating briefly to give me a disapproving look, before silently going on their way.

'Now get dressed and I want to see you downstairs within five minutes,' my Mother in Law was breathing heavily from the excursion of the spanking.

As soon as she had closed the door I quickly dressed in my terrible baby doll clothes, washed the tears from my face in the bathroom and tried to make myself presentable. I was so conscious that my darling husband was going to be downstairs, and I wanted to look good for him. But as I looked in the mirror all I saw was the dishevelled, blotchy tear stained face of an adult woman dressed in child's clothing.

I forced back the tears of shame and tentatively opened the door to my hotel room and peered down the corridor. A couple were coming towards me so I closed the door and waited until I heard them pass by. I rechecked the corridor was clear then strode quickly to the circular staircase that would take me down to the bar below.

Half way down the stairs I froze as I heard the noise of someone coming up the stairs. I looked over the balcony and just about died when I saw the uniform of a policeman. I panicked, turned on my heels and began to retrace my steps back up the staircase, hoping to be out of sight before the policeman came into view. I was only a couple of steps from the top when a booming voice turned me to ice.

'You halt right there, young lady!' rang out the deep, gravel voice.

My heart felt like it was beating a million times a minute. I was so embarrassed to be seen in this stupid, baby doll outfit. As I gingerly turned to face the policeman, his jaw dropped open in surprise. He looked me up and down several times, and I could tell by the delight in his eyes that I had livened up his night.

The policeman was a huge bear of person, overweight, balding, and probably in his late fifties. I could see from his badge he was the local Sheriff, Jake Stone. He walked slowly up the stairs until he was beside me, hands on hips, glaring down at me.

'And what might you be up to young lady?' Sheriff Stone was clearly very suspicious.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't even begin to think where to start with a rational explanation. I wanted to cry but forced myself not to.

'Well!' he demanded impatiently, 'Are you a guest here?'

'Not exactly....I was brought here by....'

'Have you been entertaining people in your room, young lady?'

I looked at him aghast. Did he know that I had allowed myself to be tied naked to the bed, and then had exposed my body totally and wantonly to strangers, before being whipped and fucked by my husband? Had he been one of the strangers standing by my bed? I gulped, and blushed at the thoughts. I just stared at him stupidly, lost for words.

'And why are you dressed disgustingly like a young girl?' the Sheriff enquired further, almost spitting out the words.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I was embarrassed beyond belief.

'Ma'am, I am arresting you for prostitution and lurid behaviour in a public place.' With that the Sheriff spun me around and placed handcuffs on me like I was a common criminal.

I cried out in shock. 'Prostitution!' I screamed. 'No! No! You have it all wrong. I am not a prostitute. I am a loving wife. My husband and Mother in Law are downstairs. You'll see. You ask them. You have it all wrong.'

As I pleaded the Sheriff led me down the stairs, but instead of turning into the bar where Michael and Jane were waiting for me, he ushered me outside onto the sidewalk. As I continued to scream my innocence, members of the public stopped to watch the spectacle. The Sheriff opened the back door of his police vehicle and as I bent over clumsily to get into the car I heard several wolf whistles from the males who had gathered to watch the excitement. I knew that my short bib dress was doing little to hide my panda cotton panties from full view of the onlookers.

It was so difficult to control my movements with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I fell into the backseat, and then struggled to get myself upright. My dress was up around my waist, and my panties were totally exposed. The Sheriff slammed my door shut, before climbing into the drivers seat. He looked over his shoulder and peered at me, his eyes looking down at the crotch of my exposed panties.

'Comfortable, young lady?' he grinned.

'Please sir, you have it all wrong,' I pleaded further, tears now streaming down my face. 'Please ask my husband and Mother in Law. They are in the bar, waiting for me. Please...'

However my pleas fell on deaf ears as Sheriff Stone started the car and left the hotel, and within thirty seconds we had travelled the two short blocks to the Sheriffs office. After parking at the rear of the building he unceremoniously dragged me from the car and into his office. The handcuffs were removed and I was led tearfully into the single holding cell, which was already occupied by two very scruffy looking males who were obviously in an advanced state of intoxication.

'Please, I have done nothing wrong. You must let me go!' I cried out in desperation.

'You are staying right here, young lady.'

With those words ringing in my ears Sheriff Stone left the building. I was left hugging the bars of the cell, tears rolling down my cheeks. I was so absorbed in my misery that I briefly forgot about the fellow occupants in my cell. When I heard one of them moving I turned my head and gazed over my shoulder. Both of the scruffy males were now sitting upright and looking a damn sight more sober than they were when I first arrived. Both were staring lecherously at my body, which was probably not surprising given I was dressed so provocatively in my baby doll outfit.

'What are you all staring at?' I snapped, trying to hide my fear.

'Show us your pussy?' the shorter guy on the left sneered.

'What?' I howled in disbelief

'Come on. Prostitutes are use to showing off their pussies. Give us a free show.'

'I am not a prostitute!' I screamed. 'I am a happily married woman and any minute my darling husband and my Mother in Law are going to burst through that door and clear up this horrible mess.'

'Yeah, whatever. You look like a prostitute to me. Show us your pussy.' With that both of the drunks stood up ominously.

Fortunately at that moment the rear door to the office swung open and the considerable bulk of Sheriff Stone entered, holding a seriously intoxicated teenage male by the collar.

'Thank god you have returned,' I cried out to the Sheriff, 'These bastards were trying to take advantage of me. They should be arrested.'

The Sheriff ignored me

'Have you checked out my story? Am I free to go?' I pleaded

The Sheriff continued to ignore my pleas. He opened the cell door and almost threw the intoxicated teenager inside, before locking the door again. It was starting to get very crowded in the little cell. I was angry and afraid.

'Are you going deaf?' I yelled at Sheriff Stone, 'I asked if I was free to go.'

The Sheriff gave me a deathly stare, and walked over to where I was gripping the cell bars. He towered over me, and glared down. 'You listen to me young lady. You will be processed when I am ready, and not before. And unless you want to make your situation a lot worse than it already is I suggest you button up that lip of yours and start showing me some respect. Is that clear young lady?'

'Yes,' I replied sulkily

'Pardon?' the Sheriff barked

I looked up into the Sheriff's eyes. 'Yes, sir, Sheriff Stone. I understand.'

'You understand what?' The Sheriff was beginning to sound a lot like my Mother in Law.

'I understand I need to keep quiet, and show you some respect,' I pouted.

The Sheriff nodded his head in agreement as he sat down at his desk, and began filling out forms. I looked around my cell. All three of my drunken cellmates were staring at me with a glazed look of lust in their eyes. I prayed the Sheriff would not depart again and leave me alone with them, and I suddenly regretted I had made him angry. I pulled my bibbed dress down in a vain attempt to hide my little cotton panda panties from prying eyes.

'Go on, show us your arse,' one of my cellmates gleefully whispered quietly to me.

'Leave me alone, you dirty little creep,' I retorted.

The Sheriff looked up angrily, clearly not happy at my outburst. 'What did I just ask you to do?'

'But you don't understand,' I whined, 'He asked me to show him my arse.'

'Young lady, you are going to learn that when I ask a prisoner to follow a simple instruction, I expect it to be obeyed without question.'

I bit down on my lip. When was I going to learn to keep quiet and not answer back? It always got me into deep trouble with my Mother in Law, and now I was getting into even bigger trouble with the local Sheriff of this small hick town in the middle of nowhere. Surely Michael and his mother must come bursting through that door at any moment to clear up this whole mess and take me back to the ranch.

'And what do you expect, anyway,' Sheriff Stone continued. 'Prostituting yourself around town dressed up like a little girl, wearing a skirt that doesn't even cover your panties properly. If you were my daughter I would put you over my knee and give you a damn good spanking.'

My heart stopped momentarily. I bit down harder on my lip, and tried desperately to show no emotion.

'Don't you think that is what you deserve?' the Sheriff prodded.

'No, sir,' I pouted, trying not to cry.

'Is that right. Well I beg to differ young lady. I suppose you have never had a damn good spanking?'

I could not believe the direction the Sheriff's questions were going. I remained silent, staring at my feet, hoping desperately he would let up on me. Given my luck, I should have known better.

'Well?' the Sheriff enquired sternly

'Well, what?' I mumbled my response, still looking down at my feet to avoid eye contact.

'Look at me young lady!'

I raised my eyes timidly to meet the Sheriff's glare.

'Have you ever had a damn good spanking?'

'Yes, sir.' I responded.

'And when was the last time you were spanked, young lady.'

'Very recently, sir,' I mumbled, embarrassed at the admission.

Sheriff Stone raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise. 'Is that so. Well I never.'

I knew I was blushing. Almost as an innate reaction, I reached behind me and tried to pull my skirt down further over my buttocks. I could hear my three drunken inmates chuckling amongst themselves, obviously delighting in my predicament. Thankfully the Sheriff returned to his paperwork without further questioning.

Time seemed to stand still. I stood, gripping the bars, not even trusting myself to look at my drunken cellmates. Eventually the considerable bulk of Sheriff Stone raised itself from the desk and meandered over to the cell, unlocking the door.

Without looking at anyone in particular, he barked, 'Out!'

I looked around but no one had moved. 'Me, sir?' I asked timidly.

'Yes you. Out. Go and stand beside my desk.'

Despite my fear of the Sheriff I could not wait to get out of that cell. In a flash I was standing beside his desk, awkwardly gripping the bottom of my skirt with both hands in an attempt to preserve my modesty.

The Sheriff sat down at his desk, the chair groaning under the considerable strain. He briefly shuffled some papers around until he found what he was looking for. He glanced up and me, and I responded with a sheepish grin.

He picked up a pen 'Name?'

'Please, Sheriff Stone,' I pleaded, 'Do we really need to go through with this. There has been a big misunderstanding, and if you just take a moment to speak to my husband or my Mother in Law it will all be cleared up.'

The Sheriff let out an exaggerated sigh of frustration and slowly looked up from his paper. For a long moment he fixed me with an intense stare, but said nothing. My hands began to fidget with the bottom of my skirt.

'Name?' he repeated in a slow drawl, his eyes unblinking as they locked into mine.

'Kym Rose Barclay,' I mumbled in defeat.

'Age?'

'29 years, sir.'

This clearly surprised the Sheriff, and he shook his head as if in disgust. '29 years?'

'Yes, sir,' I repeated, embarrassed. The Sheriff was clearly bemused as to why a mature 29-year-old woman was parading herself around town in clothing more befitting an 8 year old.

He rested his elbows on the desk and leaned forward towards me, as if not wanting to miss a word. 'Time for your explanation. This had better be good.'

I squirmed like a young child desperate to relieve herself. 'Wwwwhat.' I mumbled. I had heard the Sheriff clearly but was trying to stall for time. I looked up desperately at the front door, praying Michael would sweep in and rescue me.

The Sheriff gave another of his exaggerated sighs, but the look on his face suggested he was clearly enjoying seeing me squirming in embarrassment. 'Do you have a very good explanation for the following, young lady? One: you are not registered as a guest in our hotel, yet were found trying to leave the guest area. Two: you tried to flee when spotted by myself.' The Sheriff was counting them off on his fingers as he went. 'Three: you were frequenting a hotel commonly used by prostitutes. And four: you are dressed up provocatively like a young girl to attract the punters.' Sheriff Stone cupped the palms of his hand together. 'I rest my case.'

I pinched my forehead with my fingers. This did not look good. I could not believe the mess I had got myself into. I knew I had no choice but to try and tell the truth, despite the excruciating humiliation it would cause me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

'My Parents in Law and I are staying at the ranch of John and Debbie Bennett.'

'So?' The Sheriff was not impressed. He gave no indication as to whether he knew John and Debbie.

I hung my head. This was so hard to explain

'My Parents in Law punish me to try and make me a better Daughter in Law.'

'They do, do they.' Sheriff Stone smiled. 'I am not surprised.'

I tried to ignore his disparaging remark

'As a special punishment they made me dress up in this baby doll outfit, and my Mother in Law drove me to the hotel and took me up to the room.'

'Oh, she did, did she?' The Sheriff was clearly sceptical. 'And what were you up to in the hotel room?'

'I had to undress,' I confessed, 'and my Mother in Law tied me to the bed.'

My confession could be clearly overheard by the three drunks in the cell, and I could hear them smirking. I felt so shamefaced. The Sheriff just stared, unblinking, and seemingly still unimpressed with my version of events. I had to admit, my tale did seem somewhat implausible.

'As a special punishment I had to lie there naked while strangers came into the room.'

The Sheriff sat up in his chair, causing it to groan under the weight. 'And then what?'

I bowed my head. I was so ashamed, yet I knew only too well the feeling of warmth that was radiating from my groin. I could not believe this abject humiliation was making me stimulated. I pulled down harder on my skirt for fear that the Sheriff might see a wet spot on my panda cotton panties.

'I splayed my legs wide open so that the strangers could see all of my private parts.'

'What a common slut,' I heard one of the drunks comment.

The Sheriff gave him the death stare before turning his attention back to me. 'And..?'

'I knew I would be punished,' I confessed, 'But I was really surprised when I got whipped on my vagina. It really hurt.'

'I bet it did.' The Sheriff was clearly enjoying himself.

'And then I felt somebody on the bed. I felt a penis pushing against my vagina, and then I was penetrated. I cried out because I am a happily married woman, and I didn't want to have sex with anyone except my husband.' I gushed my story out. The Sheriff was wide-eyed, and even the three drunks had gone quiet.

'But then I found out it was my husband, which was a really big surprise as my husband is supposed to be away on a business trip.'

'I bet it was a surprise.' The Sheriff took a moment to recover. 'It is quite a story, young lady. But somehow my version seems more plausible.'

'No, Sheriff Stone. I promise. My story is all true.' I pleaded breathlessly.

Sheriff Stone returned to his paperwork and seemed to be writing down my confession. I stood in front of him nervously, still gripping my skirt. Once finished the Sheriff put down his pen and looked back up at me.

'Undress.' His command was delivered quietly but with authority.

'What?' I exclaimed in total disbelief.

'You heard me, Kym Rose Barclay. Undress. All persons detained have to be searched. You could be concealing drugs or weapons. It is standard police procedure. Surely you know that?'

I looked at him aghast, my mouth hanging open. 'But...but, I didn't see you searching my drunken cellmates. Is that because they are men?'

The Sheriff suddenly rose to his feet, sending his chair skating backwards. 'Are you going to give me trouble, girl?' he boomed. 'I am very happy to leave you here for the night and see if your cooperation has improved by morning.'

The possibility of being locked up for the night with the three intoxicated males sent a shiver up my spine

'In fact, thinking about, leaving you here for the night seems like the right thing to do, given your lip and the way you keep disrespecting me.' With that Sheriff Stone strode around his desk and roughly grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me towards the holding cell.

'No..no..no!' I screamed, 'Please, I promise I will cooperate. Don't leave me in the cell. I'm so sorry!' I must have looked a real sight. Bouncing around on my feet, dressed in my baby doll outfit, tears in eyes, wailing at the Sheriff not to lock me up, and at the same time gripping tightly to the bottom of my skirt.

The Sheriff stopped pulling and looked at me, obviously weighing up his options.

'Please!' I begged, 'I promise I will co-operate.'

Sheriff Stone considered a while longer, before letting go of my arm. 'Very well. One last chance, young lady. Now undress!'

We were now standing only a couple of yards away from the cell. The three drunken inmates were grinning from ear to ear. They could not believe their luck. A night in the cells had never been so good.

'Please Sheriff Stone, I have one small request,' I whimpered

The Sheriff put his hands on his hips impatiently. 'What!'

'Is there not somewhere I can undress that is not in the full view of them.' I pointed my finger at the three stooges. 'It is far more demeaning than I deserve.'

The Sheriff laughed long and hard. 'Lady, if that grand little story you just fed me a few minutes ago is true, you should have no trouble undressing in front of these good ole boys. In fact, given your perversions, you will probably enjoy it. Now get undressed and allow me to do the search before I change my mind.'

With great reluctance I let go of the bottom of my dress and bent down to remove my shoes and knee high socks. I knew my white cotton panties were in full view. Once I had removed the shoes and socks the Sheriff held out his hand and I passed them to him. He made a big show of checking them to ensure I was not hiding any contraband. When he had finished his inspection he placed them on the chair and turned back to me. I swallowed hard, then unbuttoned my bibbed dress and slid it off. I was now only clothed in my white frilly top, my cotton panties with panda bears embroidered on them, plus the silly ribbons in my hair.

The Sheriff took his time inspecting my dress, before again placing it on the chair. He returned his attention back to me. With nervous fingers I unbuttoned my white frilly top, but I held it together with my hands. I was not wearing a bra, and I blushed when I saw my erect nipples protruding through the fabric. I glanced at the three inmates. They were all obviously ecstatic at my slow strip tease, and longing to see more of my body. I closed my eyes, then in one swift motion I pulled the top from my shoulders, fully revealing my pert breasts with the dark, erect nipples. I couple of the inmates groaned with pleasure. Again I went through the degrading act of having to pass the item of clothing to the Sheriff so he could carry out his inspection.

I was so humiliated, standing in the local Sheriff's office clothed only in my cotton panties. I held one arm in front of my breasts, while my other hand covered the front of my panda panties. I was mortified that I might have a wet spot on them, but I was too afraid to look down and check.

Finally Sheriff Stone placed my frilly top on the chair, then turned to wait for me to remove my final piece of clothing. His eyes were smiling and he was obviously enjoying the show as much as the cell occupants. I felt physically sick as I reached my fingers into my waistband, lowering my panties and stepping out of them. As I bent to pick them up one of the drunks moaned out loud, and I suspect he may have cum in his trousers.

I dutifully handed the panties to Sheriff Stone. He was slow to take them as his eyes were distracted by my shaven pubes. This caused me to blush even more, and it only got worse when the Sheriff began to inspect my panties. He held them up in front of him, and a damp, circular spot in the crotch was clearly visible to all in the room. I bent my head in shame.

'What is this?' the Sheriff demanded

'A wet spot, sir. I am so sorry, sir. I get wet when I am nervous,' I added as a lame excuse.

'Is that so,' the Sheriff responded sceptically as he walked to his filing cabinet and pulled out a pair of thin rubber gloves, placing them on his hands.

My eyes were like saucers.

'Now bend over, placing your hands on my desk.'

I feared what was about to happen, but was too afraid to ask questions. On shaky legs I managed to walk the short distance to his desk, bending over and gripping the edge with my hands. I knew this only served to expose me more to the three drunks. I tensed as Sheriff Stone stood beside me.

'I need to do a cavity search for drugs,' the Sheriff stated in a matter-of-fact tone, 'Now open your legs wide young girl.'

I obeyed by splaying my legs wide open, in a manner very reminiscent of what I was required to do for my Parents in Law. I gulped in surprise as I felt the huge hand of Sheriff Stone cradle my vagina. He squeezed it tightly, causing me to groan with the pain, before releasing it and sliding two fingers deep into my vulva. His fingers twisted around roughly inside me, exaggerating the action of searching for something. He then penetrated me deeper, using so much force that I fell forward on the desk, causing much hilarity for the three intoxicated onlookers.

'Why don't you fuck her good, Sheriff?' the teenage drunk called out crudely.

'Why don't you fuck yourself, Hank,' the Sheriff retorted, 'You are pretty good at that.' Everyone laughed, except me, as I was not exactly in a laughing mood.

The Sheriff continued to probe me hard and deep with his fingers. It hurt, but I was also aware it was causing my labia to swell and my lubrication to flow. Almost without realising it I pushed my feet wider and arched my buttocks to give the Sheriff better access.

'Good girl,' Sheriff Stone complimented me, 'This is the sort of co-operation I expect. Wouldn't you good ole boys like to have a woman like this waiting at home for you?'

'Would we what!' the three cellmates all agreed without hesitation.

I began to moan and gyrate my hips, my breathing coming in short gasps. To my dismay Sheriff Stone withdrew his fingers, however I froze when his hands roughly gripped my buttocks, pulling them apart so my anus was stretched and fully exposed. Before I had a chance to react he drove a finger deep into my rectum, causing me to scream out in a reaction to the sudden invasion. Again he rotated his finger about as if searching my cavity, all the time probing deeper and deeper.

It was such a depraved situation I was in, but I was aroused and powerless to stop my body from reacting. It was as if someone had flicked a switch and the ability to control my reactions to sexual situations was taken away from me. Or perhaps the simple truth was that I liked to be humiliated, and no situation was too degrading.

I bent my arms and lowered my breasts onto the Sheriff's desk, which pushed my buttocks higher in the air. I was exposed to the maximum. It was an act of total submission on my part. I pressed back against the probing finger, rotating my hips obscenely. The Sheriff began pumping his finger in and out of my anus, as if he was fucking me. I screamed out aloud as I began to ride the crest of an intense orgasm.

The Sheriff slapped my buttocks with his free hand, as if he was urging his horse to gallop faster. 'Come on girl, show the good ole boys how a real slut cums.'

And I obliged Sheriff Stone. I bucked up and down like a wild horse and grunted with the pure pleasure of an orgasm that comes from deep within the body and just keeps on building. The orgasm had not yet subsided when the Sheriff withdrew his finger and spun me around. My vision was blurred, but through the haze I could see he was unzipping the fly to his trousers. He reached in and pulled out his penis. Even in its semi-erect state it was huge. Not long, but thicker than anything I had ever seen before.

I knew what was required of me. I knelt down in front of Sheriff Stone and took hold of his penis with my hand. In an instant he was rock hard. I placed the head of his penis in my mouth and almost gagged he was so big. I glanced over at the cell and noticed that all three of male prisoners had their penises out and were openly masturbating.

Sheriff Stone gripped the back of my head and thrust his penis deeper into my mouth. I struggled to breath, and had to focus on breathing in and out of my nose. He used my head as if it was a toy, riding it up and down his penis. My mouth began to ache and saliva was running down my cheek. Just when I felt I was going to faint the Sheriff grunted and exploded inside my mouth. There was so much sperm I could not even begin to swallow it. I coughed and gagged, causing sperm to flow down my cheek and drip onto my breasts.

Sheriff Stone withdrew and, after some difficulty, managed to force his penis back into his trousers.

'Our turn now Sheriff,' one of the drunks called out.

I turned to see the frightening, but also slightly amusing, sight of all three men thrust up hard against the cell, their erect penises penetrating through the gaps in the bars. Each penis was begging for me to crawl along and give it satisfaction.

Fortunately the Sheriff was my unlikely rescuer. 'Not today, boys, sorry. It is going to have to be another hand job, I'm afraid.'

The men groaned in chorus.

'Unfortunately this young lady has got her husband and Mother in Law waiting for her down at the hotel, and we wouldn't want to delay her now, would we.' The Sheriff gave me an amused smile

'You mean I am free to go?'

'Certainly, young lady. Now that I am satisfied you are not concealing anything on that darn body of yours, I guess I have no reason to hold you any longer.'

'You mean you believe my story after all?'

'Hell, dang it lady,' Sheriff Stone drawled, 'I had already talked to your husband and Mother in Law before coming back here with young Hank. I knew the full story already, but you sure do tell it well.'

I groaned.

Part 13

After being given permission by Sheriff Stone to leave his office, I had to undergo the ignominy of redressing in front of him and the drunken inmates. I felt ridiculous having to put my baby doll outfit on again, but it was a hell of a lot better than standing in front of them in my birthday suit.

With cheers and whistles from the inmates ringing in my ears I hurried from the Sheriff's office and walked quickly towards the hotel where my husband, Michael, and Mother in Law, Jane, had said they would wait for me at the bar.

The bar was done out in a Wild West theme, was dimly lit, and smelt of stale alcohol and cigarettes. There were half a dozen rednecks seated on stools at the bar. They all turned to rubberneck me as I entered.

There were less-than-subtle grins, and one of the men sniggered, 'What do you want, girlie. Come to play with daddy?'

The grins turned to laughter, and I blushed in shame. My eyes frantically scanned the dimly lit room and to my utter relief I noticed my husband and Mother in Law sitting together in a corner booth. They had obviously seen me but had made no attempt to attract my attention or come to my rescue. I began to scurry pass the leering eyes of the bar patrons and make my way over to the corner booth when the bartender stepped in front of me and held up his big mitt.

'And where are you off to, Missy?' he demanded.

Frustration welled up from within. 'Get out of my way, you fucking creep,' I exploded.

The bartender responded by roughly grabbing my arm, but he contained his temper and spoke quietly. 'Have you got ID young lady, to prove you are old enough to be in this bar?'

Instinctively I went to reach for my ID, but quickly realised that since I had changed into the ridiculous baby doll outfit I was carrying no money or identification of any sort. I groaned in anguish. Ironically the bartender was probably younger than my 29 years.

'Well?' the bartender quietly demanded.

I struggled to think how to form a suitable explanation, and breathed a big sigh of relief when my Mother in Law stepped into view. 'This is my Daughter in Law. Is there a problem here young man?' she politely enquired.

The bartender looked me up and down, twice. 'Your Daughter in Law?' he said, shaking his head disbelievingly. 'Well your Daughter in Law is in a licensed hotel with no ID. I should report her to the Sheriff.'

I screwed my face up in alarm. I had seen enough of Sheriff Stone to last me a lifetime.

'I am afraid my Daughter in Law is a little eccentric and very impulsive,' my Mother in Law explained to the bewildered bartender. 'When she behaves badly like this, which is frequent I might add, I normally spank her bottom.'

'You spank her bottom?' the bartender scratched his head.

'Her bare bottom.'

'Her bare bottom?' The bartender didn't know what to make of this but seemed intrigued.

I, on the other hand, was mortified and glared at my Mother in Law, but dared not utter a word. I glanced over to my husband, Michael, who was still seated at the booth. I pleaded with my eyes for him to intervene, but his only response was to give me a friendly little wave of acknowledgement.

'Perhaps if I spank her bottom, right here, right now, you might think that was sufficient punishment, rather than reporting her to the Sheriff, who I am sure is a very busy man.'

The bartender rubbed the stubble on his chin. 'On her bare bottom?' he clarified.

My Mother in Law nodded.

The bartender's eyes roved up and down my body once more, and he obviously liked what he saw. A broad smile covered his face from ear to ear. 'Very well, but it needs to be a damn good spanking as she was downright rude to me and I was only doing my job.'

'I totally agree,' my Mother in Law spoke sternly like an old fashioned school ma'am. She turned to me. 'Apologise to this nice young man for your behaviour.'

I pouted my lip, and fought back a tear. 'I am very sorry for being so rude to you. It was uncalled for.'

'And what do you deserve?' my Mother in Law interjected sternly.

I blushed and looked at my feet. 'I deserve to be spanked.'

'How will you be spanked?' she demanded.

'On my bare bottom, Sir,' I whispered in humiliation.

'Speak up girl. I want everyone to know how you feel you should be punished.'

I was suddenly aware of how deathly quiet it was in the bar. I looked up and saw that the eyes of every patron were firmly fixed on me. There must have been over twenty people in total at the bar, including several women.

I gulped in several breaths of air to steady my nerves. I summonsed my courage and tried to speak loudly, 'I deserve to be spanked on my bare bottom, Sir.'

I felt so shamefaced.

'I think we all agree with that.' My Mother in Law was playing to the onlookers, and was clearly in her element. She was not about to miss a golden opportunity to totally humiliate me in public. 'Take off your panties,' she requested loudly so no one was in doubt what was being requested of me.

I was only too aware that my baby doll dress was so short in hardly covered my bottom. Nervously I fumbled with my panties, at the same time trying to keep my back straight so as to not expose my buttocks. But I only succeeded in humiliating myself further as I stumbled sideways and fell clumsily to the floor, giving everyone an eyeful of my white cotton panda panties. Embarrassed, I quickly got up, and lowered my panties to my knees. I hoped this would be sufficient for my Mother in Law.

'What did I ask you to do?'

'Take off my panties, Ma'am,' I sniffed.

'And have you taken them off?'

'No, Ma'am.' I was trying not to cry in front of all these strangers. Hastily I lowered my panties to my ankles and stepped out of them.

'Hand them to me.'

As gracefully as I could I bent down and picked up my cotton panties. I knew that my lower buttocks would be clearly visible to some of the patrons. The atmosphere in the bar was electrified with tension. Nobody was making any attempt to leave. They clearly wanted to witness the unexpected show that was unfolding before them.

My Mother in Law took my panties from me, and humiliated me further by inspecting the crouch. She looked up at me with sly eyes and I knew what was coming. 'Are you wet, girl?'

I fought back the tears of embarrassment. 'I don't think so, Ma'am. Perhaps just a little bit.'

I was mortified when she held the panties up, clearly exposing a rather large, round wet spot in the middle of the crouch. 'Is this what you call a little bit?'

I was crestfallen. 'I guess not, Ma'am.'

'I think not,' her school ma'am voice reinforced. 'Now open your mouth.'

I was taken a back. 'Pardon, Ma'am?'

'Open your mouth,' she repeated impatiently.

Confused, I opened my mouth.

'Wider.'

I obeyed, opening my jaws wide. I could not believe it when my Mother in Law then rolled my panties into a ball and stuffed them in my mouth.

'That will keep your foul mouth silent. Now bend over that table, and make sure that bottom of yours is pointing where people can get a good view.' My Mother in Law indicated to a small round table beside her.

I was dying with humiliation but followed my Mother in Law's command without question. I bent at the waist and rested my upper torso on the table. It reeked of stale beer. I could hear an excited murmur amongst the bar patrons as my buttocks came into view.

'Open your legs,' directed my Mother in Law.

I spread my legs wide, knowing that in doing so my labia would be in clear view of my excited audience. I tried not to think of what my husband would be feeling of his wife at this moment. Would he be shocked and disgusted by my behaviour? I hoped he understood I had no choice other than to obey his Mother. I hoped he could see I was only trying to be the perfect Daughter in Law to his parents.

I tensed as I felt my Mother in Law's hand take hold of the bottom of my mini baby doll dress, lifting it fully up to expose my milky white buttocks. She tucked it into the waistband so it was secured, and I was totally exposed. When the first spank connected I yelped in surprise and pain, but the noise was muffled by my panties in my mouth. The blows reigned down quickly and with considerable vigour. She was clearly not holding back on my poor buttocks, and I was soon squirming from the red hot pain. Tears began to flow, and I struggled to breath through my nose.

It was not until she had administered to me one of the most vigorous spankings I had ever received that she finally stopped. My buttocks felt like they were on fire and I continued to squirm and cry, and made no attempt to stand up. I knew my lurid little dance would be affording my audience a bird's eye view of my most intimate cavities, but at that moment it was secondary to the pain from the spanking.

'Stand up,' my Mother in Law directed.

Gingerly I obeyed, pushing myself upright. My nose was running, and I quickly wiped it on the back of my sleeve. I fought to regain my composure. Shamefacedly I glanced around at my audience. They were clearly awestruck by what they had witnessed.

'Apologise to everybody, and give the bartender a kiss for being so understanding.'

I removed my soaking panties from my mouth and in a whimpering tone apologised to the bar patrons, and promised to be good in the future. I then shuffled over to the dumbfounded bartender and kissed him on the cheek. With that my Mother in Law took hold of my hand and began to lead me out of the bar. As I turned to go the onlookers broke out in spontaneous applause. Boy, had they enjoyed the show. It was then that I realised my little dress was still tucked up in the waistband, giving everyone one last, long look at my bright red derriere.

It was not until we had exited the door that my Mother in Law pulled down the hem of the dress. My husband suddenly appeared beside us. His face was flushed, and it was very clear he had enjoyed my humiliation and punishment. I smiled at him sheepishly.

We were actually standing on the sidewalk when my Mother in Law took my panties from me, and held them open so I could put my feet into them.

'You had better put these on. I would hate for you to be arrested for indecent exposure.'

I blushed and looked around on the street. A group of teenage girls were looking disapprovingly over at me from across the road. All I could do was smile with embarrassment as I put my hand on my Mother in Law's shoulder for support and stepped into my panda cotton panties. Once she had pulled them up she reinforced my humiliation by giving me a light swat on my bottom before taking my hand. My husband, Michael, took hold of my other hand, and I was led off like a little girl towards where our vehicle was parked.

I had a strange mix of emotions as I was led away. Despite my humiliation I felt very proud to be hand in hand with two people who I felt loved and cared for me very much. However they sure did have a very strange way of demonstrating their love and concern for me, which left my mind swirling with utter confusion. This was not helped by the fact that the humiliation and punishment administered to me was both my worst nightmare but also my most exciting erotic dream.

Once we reached our car Michael opened the rear door and I clambered in, holding down the hem of my dress to preserve what little modesty I had left within me. I was not surprised when Michael climbed into the front seat along side his mother. She put the key in the ignition, but did not start the engine. She was clearly waiting for me. With a sigh of resignation of lifted my buttocks off the seat and slid my panties down to my knees. This was really embarrassing as I had never done this in front of Michael before.

My Mother in Law asked Michael to reach into the glove box, pull out several tissues, and hand them to me. Michael readily obeyed and with a Cheshire grin reached over to hand them to me. He stared at me expectantly, waiting to see what I was going to do, which only served to make me more self conscious.

'Tell Michael what you are going to do with the tissues, Kym.' My Mother in Law did not want to miss the opportunity to ratchet up the humiliation.

'I am going to sit on them,' I pouted.

'And why are you made to sit on the tissues, darling?'

'Because I make the seat wet,' I blushingly confessed.

'Yep, you sure do. Can you believe it, Michael? Your little Kym excretes her juices over the seat of the car. She just cannot control herself.'

Michael chuckled quietly, while I just about died with humiliation, yet again for the umpteenth time. With Michael staring at me intently I raised my buttocks off the car seat and carefully placed the tissues in position under me, then lowered myself onto them. I was still very tender from the spanking, but thankfully the tissues were soft and the car seat was cold.

On the drive back to the ranch mother and son chatted away excitedly, while I only joined in occasionally when spoken to. But strangely, I did not feel left out. I felt warm and secure. I had overcome the initial shock of finding out that Michael had known of my punishment at the hands of his parents all along. In a strange way I was excited to know he was going to be a part of my 'behaviour improvement' experiences being administered by his parents.

When we finally reached the ranch of John and Debbie, Michael opened my car door and I slid out. Embarrassingly several of the tissues stuck to my buttocks. I quickly pulled them off and tried to screw them up, but Michael held out his hand. Reluctantly I handed them over. Michael held them up in the evening light and the dampness on the tissues was clearly visible. I screwed up my eyes with shame. My Mother in Law smiled knowingly.

It was already well after midnight and everyone crept quietly off to bed. I was relieved to see that Michael and I had a separate room to ourselves. As we undressed I noticed Michael was already fully erect. He was evidently very excited by what he had witnessed tonight, which gave me the warm fuzzies. Once we were in bed he fucked me with frenzy from behind, doggy style, so he could feel his groin up against my still-reddened and tender buttocks. We did not speak of the evening's events, even though I desperately wanted to know whether he and my Mother in Law knew anything of my run in with Sheriff Stone. We quickly fell into a deep and restful sleep.

It was early morning when I heard people moving around in the kitchen. This was our last day at the ranch of John and Debbie, and we were due to fly back to the city later in the evening. As I sleepily poked my head around the corner of the bedroom door I noticed everyone else was up and dressed, my Parents in Law (Jane and Ben), our hosts John and Debbie, plus Debbie's younger sister Rachel and her boyfriend Troy.

I heard Michael stirring on the bed behind me.

'What's going on?' I enquired of Michael. 'Everyone is up and dressed.'

Michael suddenly sat up. 'Damn, I forgot. We are all going horse riding this morning.'

I didn't exactly jump up and down with joy as memories of my last horse ride flooded back

'Come on, kiddo,' Michael encourage, 'it will be a lot of fun.'

I lot of fun for whom, I silently wondered. At least I had been forewarned and was not going to get caught out like last time. I dressed in my most conservative sports bra and panties, and then slipped on a pair of Michael's boxer shorts, before putting on my jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

Once dressed Michael and I joined the other six for a healthy breakfast. Nothing was mentioned of the previous evening's events, and the chatter was light and friendly.

The men rounded up the horses and we were soon underway on our trek. We took a different route this time, heading west, but looped around and a couple of fun hours later we ended up at the same lake we had stopped at last time.

It had turned into a scorching hot morning and we dismounted and gave the horses a drink, before sitting down and quenching our own thirsts with fruit juice and water we had brought along. My heart was fluttering with anticipation and dread, especially as Michael was in a whispered conversation with his parents and John and Debbie. I, along with young Rachel and Troy, were clearly not included. After a short conversation the five of them seemed to be nodding their heads in agreement. This did not look good, but for several long minutes nothing was said.

Finally my Mother in Law turned to where Troy, Rachel and I were sitting together beside the lake. 'You three young ones go for a swim then we need to talk to you.'

I had been expecting something like this, but the inclusion of Troy and Rachel was a surprise to both them and me. They frowned at me in confusion. I shrugged my shoulders to indicate I had no idea what was brewing. Gingerly all three of us stood up and stripped off our clothing down to our underwear. We laughed at the fact all three of us were wearing boxer shorts, although mine were clearly a few sizes too big. Rachel and I both had on full sports bras. Rachel laughingly acknowledged that I had come prepared this time.

As we turned and headed to the lake Debbie called us to a halt.

'Come here,' she demanded

I was now conditioned to instinctively follow commands and began walking the few yards to where Debbie was seated with the others. Rachel and Troy, thinking they were not included, continued to walk to the lake.

'All three of you!' Debbie bellowed, 'and quick smart.'

Rachel and Troy quickly joined me as we all stood submissively in front of Debbie and the other adults, of whom my own husband was included.

'Undress.' It was a simple, one-word command with a powerful impact.

'Why?' Rachel whined with disbelief. 'Why me? Why Troy? We won't do it. It's not fair.' She stamped her foot in protest.

Debbie maintained a steely glare at her younger, eighteen year old sister. 'Get undressed. Now!'

Having been in this situation before I feared the consequences of not obeying and quickly began to undress. I was soon totally naked and standing, self conscious, in front of everyone. It was an even more gut wrenching experience than normal as I was only too aware of the fact I was parading myself naked in front of my husband.

Rachel and Troy both stared at me wide-eyed, disbelieving that I could actually parade myself naked before everyone. I briefly felt a twinge of guilt that I had not stood united with them in defiance of Debbie's request to undress. However my mind reconciled that a little bit of guilt was a lot less painful than a thoroughly smacked backside.

The stand-off between Debbie, and Rachel and Troy, continued, but as the latter two scanned the eyes of the other adults they could see they were not going to get any support for their belligerence. To my surprise it was Troy who buckled in first. Nervously he lowered his boxer shorts and, given I was standing beside him naked, I was not surprised to see his penis was semi erect. Embarrassed by his arousal he cupped his hands over his privates.

With Troy and I now both naked Rachel's defiance capitulated, and with a heavy sigh of reluctance she began to remove her sports bra. She was clearly mortified by the experience of having to undress in front of several people, and I knew only too well the emotions she was experiencing. Removing her bra she revealed she was surprisingly well endowed for such a slim framed young female. Her breasts had the milky-white perfection of youth. Rachel was blushing profusely as her fumbling fingers lowered her boxing shorts, revealing a pair of simple cotton briefs underneath.

In search of some sort of last second reprieve her eyes desperately scanned the adults, pleading for support. It was no surprise to me that none was forthcoming. With a pained look on her face she slipped her fingers into her waistband and slowly lowered her panties and stepped out of them so she was totally naked. When she stood up her hands quickly covered her breasts and pubic region, but not before she revealed a triangle a jet black, tightly-curled hair, which contrasted starkly with my own smoothly shaven pubs.

Now that all three of us were naked we were dismissed with a wave of the hand and we needed no second bidding to seek the security of the water where we would at least, temporarily, be hidden from prying eyes.

Despite our apprehensiveness of what lay before us, the water felt crisp and cool on our naked bodies as we frolicked around playfully. But after twenty minutes or so the cold mountain spring water of the small lake began to take a toll on Rachel and me as we began shivering. I suggested to her and Troy it was time to get out, but Rachel doggedly refused to leave, fearing having to reveal her nakedness again, plus whatever else the others may have in store for us. We all held out for another fifteen minutes, but by this time we were in danger of getting hyperthermia as our skins were turning blue. It would have been obvious to the adults on the shore what was happening to us, and I suspect they were privately enjoying our little conundrum.

Finally common sense prevailed and all three of us exited the lake together, united hand in hand. As we got closer to the adults several of them began smiling and giggling. When we looked down at our own bodies we could see the reason why. The chilly water had taken a toll on our bodies. We were shivering, covered in goose bumps, Rachel and my nipples were shrivelled into tight, tiny little marbles, whilst Troy's penis and scrotum had sought refuge somewhere in his mat of black pubic hair.

The adults were using our towels as cushions and made no attempt to give them to us so we could dry ourselves. Shivering, bedraggled and self-conscious, the three of us stood before my Parents in Law Jane and Ben, our hosts Debbie and John, plus my husband Michael.

Not surprisingly, it was my Mother in Law who spoke first. 'After careful discussion we have decided that all three of you deserve to be punished severely for your conduct on Friday night, when we found the three of you 'playing' with each other.' She heavily emphasised the word 'playing'.

Rachel opened her mouth to protest but was quickly stopped by my Mother in Law raising her hand for silence. Rachel had the very good sense to keep quiet.

'Each of you is going to receive 10 swats from the five of us.' My Mother in Law smiled at her fellow supporters, who all earnestly nodded in agreement. I grimaced as I did the sums. A total of 50 spanks on my poor backside, which was still somewhat tender from yesterday's bar room punishment.

'However your behaviour was so disrespectful that a simple hand-spanking will not suffice. You have ten minutes to go off and find five implements that can be used to punish you with. If we feel the implements will not inflict the maximum amount of pain, your punishment will be doubled. Now off with you.'

For a long moment Rachel, Troy and I stared at my Mother in Law in disbelief. Not only were we going to be severely punished, but we were expected to find suitable tools to administer the pain.

'The clock is running.' It was my own husband giving his weight to this despicable plan.

After exchanging knowing glances, Rachel, Troy and I decided it would be in out very best interests to do as we were told. In unison we headed, naked, up the small bank beside the lake where the horses were tethered to a clump of trees on the edge of small forest of ponderosa pines. For several long minutes we gazed around, looking but not seeing, trying not to focus on anything that might serve as a suitable implement for our own punishment. Eventually Troy picked up a small wispy branch.

He looked at me tentatively. 'Do you think this would be suitable?'

I smiled ruefully, 'I think so.'

Rachel walked over to her horse and pulled out a small riding crop from the saddle. 'I suppose this would be suitable,' she mumbled, fighting to retain her composure.

I nodded my agreement, while at the same time stooping to pick up an eighteen inch length of broken fence plank. It was heavy and pitted and I knew it would hurt like hell, but I also knew we only had a couple of minutes left of our deadline and we still had to find another two implements.

Rachel untied a spare length of rope from one of the horses, but seemed undecided as to whether it would serve the purpose. Conscious of the time I reassured her it would.

Running out of time, Troy untied a leather strap from one of the saddle stirrups. With a fatalistic sense of achievement we ran back down the bank to the waiting five adults at the lakeside, clasping our implements of pain. Each of them selected their own implement of choice, then caused Rachel, Troy and myself much trepidation by giving them a few test swings. We stood together, shivering from a mixture of nerves and the cold water we had recently embarked from. I was still covered with goose bumps and struggling to get the heat back into my body.

Michael beckoned for the three of us to follow him down to the lakeside. He then methodically positioned us in a row, about five feet apart, facing the lake with our backs to the other adults.

My husband, Michael, then stood close behind me. 'My Mother tells me you are very adept at assuming the position.'

'Yes, Sir,' I mumbled, hardly believing I was addressing my own husband as 'Sir'.

'And what does the 'position' entail, my darling little one,' my husband breathed excitedly into my ear.

'It is when I have to clasp my hands behind my neck and thrust my breasts forward and...' I found it difficult to continue.

'And, what?' Michael persisted

'And, I....I have to spread my legs wide open.' I shuddered at my confession.

'Indeed. Well why don't you give us a little demonstration.'

Slowly I lifted my arms up, clasped my hand behind my neck, and pushed my elbows back causing my goose bumped breasts to jut forward. I then gradually inched my feet apart until I was standing spread-eagled on the sand. Not wanting to have to endure the further embarrassment of having someone direct me to open them wider I strained my muscles to get my feet wider. I could tell my husband had stepped back away from me so he could admire the view.

'Beautiful,' he beamed, with what I interpreted as genuine pride. It caused warmth to radiant through my body, and I knew that despite the chill of my skin my body was swelling in areas it had no right to be, given the circumstances.

Michael turned his attention to the two eighteen year olds beside me. 'Your turn, folks. Arms up and legs open. Quickly now.'

I was surprised neither protested, although Rachel emitted a long groan of despair. Both of them clasped their hands behind their necks, and then looked at each other, willing the other person to take the next step first. Troy led the way, sliding his feet in the sand until his legs were wide open. I couldn't help but steal a glance down at his pubic region. His penis had recovered from the shock of the cold and was making an entrance into the sunlight like a turtle poking its head out of its shell.

Rachel was struggling to take the next step, and I could see her bottom lip was quivering as she fought back the tears of shame. I knew only too well how gut wrenching it was, especially for a female, to put your own body on such lurid display in full view of onlookers.

Michael walked over to her and stood directly behind her. 'Do you want your punishment doubled? Does 100 strokes appeal?'

Rachel could contain herself no longer and tears rolled down her cheek. 'No, Sir,' she sniffled.

'Well open those legs.' Michael left no doubt that disobeying his command would have dire consequences for Rachel.

Rachel struggled with the simple act of sliding her legs open, but somehow managed to complete the task. At least when I first had to endure the utter humiliation of assuming the 'position' I was only in the company of my Parents in Law, which was still totally demeaning. But poor Rachel, and I guess Troy also, had to perform this act of total submission in front of a considerably larger audience. Some of the audience, namely my Parents in Law and Michael, were total strangers to both of them until a couple of days ago.

'Open those legs wider, Rachel. You also, Troy,' barked my Mother in Law, never failing to miss an opportunity to turn the screw, but then to my total surprise she paid me a compliment. 'You are a good girl Kym. I can see you have strained to get your legs as wide as you can. You are learning well.'

I felt a level of pride, despite my predicament. However I should have known, pride comes before a fall.

'Yes, she is amazingly spread,' our host, John, couldn't help but agree. 'Her cunt lips are spread open. How does she do that?'

'Well she is very flexible for a 29 year old, but I think we might find our little girl is also wet and swollen. That always opens her up.' My dear Mother in Law was always so informative, especially if it assisted in increasing my humiliation.

'What, already?' John exclaimed, 'Surely not?'

My face burned red as a beetroot and I was thankful I had my back to the onlookers.

'She couldn't be?' This time it was my husband's turn to show his disbelief. He stepped in close behind me again. His voice continued to be ragged with excitement. 'You are not wet down there, in your pussy, are you honey?'

I closed my eyes and tried to focus my brain. I so much wanted to lie to my husband as I was downright ashamed of being sexually stimulated in these circumstances. But I knew almost certainly my Mother in Law would challenge me if I denied it.

I took a deep breath. 'I think I may be a little bit wet,' I whispered to my husband, hoping the others would not overhear my confession

But my Mother in Law instinctively knew how I had responded. 'I think you might find she is a bit more than just a little wet.'

'Is that so?' Michael enquired of me.

'I...um...I am not sure,' I responded hesitantly, feeling like a trapped animal being eyed by predators.

Rachel and Troy held their positions like two Greek statues, eyes fixed on some imaginative object across the lake. I think they were thankful the attention was on me at present and they did not want to move for fear of drawing attention to themselves.

Michael continued to probe. Until know I had not realised many of his traits were so similar to his Mother. 'Perhaps I need to do a little check just to see first hand just how wet you are.'

'Please Michael, don't do this,' I pleaded, 'Please don't embarrass me in front of yourself and the others.'

'Well, let me consider the facts,' Michael parodied a judge in a courtroom drama. 'Have you been humiliated by being told to strip naked, and then told to collect implements to be used for your punishment?'

Yes, I have, absolutely,' I gushed, 'Totally humiliated.'

'Yet you confess to the fact that you are, at the very least, a wee little bit wet down in that pretty little cunt of yours.'

My ears burned, and I could not think of a response.

'So, by deduction, my little darling,' Michael continued, unable to hide the delight in his voice, 'A little more humiliation is only going to make you a little more stimulated. So sorry, the judge dismisses your appeal for mercy. Now I want you to bend over at the waist and rest your hands on the sand. This judge wants to conduct a much closer inspection on the aforementioned vagina at the centre of this dispute.'

Humiliation was being heaped on top of humiliation. My eyes briefly pleaded with my husband but to no avail. Taking in a deep breath I bent forward at the waist like a staple, only too aware of how utterly exposed I was. My cunt was wide open and totally exposed, not only to my husband, but also the other onlookers. Michael did not muck about with gentle stimulation on my clitoris, or any other foreplay. He simply rammed his thumb as deep into my vaginal canal as he could, then promptly pulled it out.

'Holy smoke, woman. You are so fucking wet I don't believe it. My mother has told me stories of how well lubricated you get, but until now I always felt she was exaggerating. You are truly amazing.'

All I could do was grunt in despair.

'What about you, Rachel?' It was John's voice. 'Are you wet down there like your friend?'

'Most certainly not,' Rachel fired back indignantly. 'Your sick little games do not turn me on.'

'I'm not so sure. I think a little check is in order.' John turned to his wife, Debbie, seated beside him. 'What do you say darling? Do I have your permission to do a little scientific inspection on your charming little sister?'

Debbie laughed openly. 'I am not sure how scientific it will be. But go ahead. I know you have being dying to get up close and personal with my little sister.'

'No! No!' Rachel cried out in total despair. 'Please, anything, but not this.'

Rachel's plea fell on deaf ears and in a flash John was standing behind his eighteen year old Sister in Law. Rachel continued pleading between sobs as John slowly and deliberately traced his hands up and down both of her buttocks. Suddenly he encased each buttock with his hands and squeezed tightly.

'Bend over,' John commanded his young Sister in Law

'No!' Rachel responded defiantly.

John was in no mood to negotiate with his young charge. He stepped back and picked up from the sand beside him the piece of yellow nylon rope Rachel had earlier untied from one of the horses. Without warning he raised his arm above his head and brought it down viciously across her buttocks. Rachel screamed in surprise and pain, at the same time falling forward into the edge of the lake. John immediate stepped forward, gripped Rachel by the arm, and pulled her back into position.

'Will you obey me now, or do want another dose of the rope.'

Rachel's defiance had been quickly broken. 'I'm sorry, John... Sir. Please...' She was taking in gulps of air between sobs, making it difficult for her to speak. My heart went out to her in empathy.

John spoke slowly and deliberately. 'Spread your legs wide, and I mean wide. Then bend over and place your hands on the ground.

Submissively Rachel complied, opening her legs as wide as she could before bending forward at the waist and not stopping until the palms of her hands were resting on the sandy surface beside the lake.

Like me, she was now totally exposed. Looking back between my own legs I could see John's eyes were as round as saucers. He very much liked what he saw of his Sister in Law's inner sanctum. I could also see my own husband, Michael, standing close to John so that he could also cop an eyeful. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously, but I quickly dismissed it from my mind as I was in no position to do anything about it. In fact, if I was brutally honest with myself, I was probably jealous because Michael was able to get a full view of beautiful young Rachel's pussy and I wasn't able to.

Slowly John ran his finger up and Rachel's buttocks several times, before lowering it and encircling her vagina. She continued to sob quietly. When he stopped his finger at the entrance to her vulva she held her breath. From Rachel's cries of anguish I could tell John's finger had invaded her.

'You are somewhat dry, my darling little Sister in Law, but lets see if we can change that.' With that John probed deeper into Rachel's vagina and began to methodically pump his finger in and out.

It was not long before Rachel's breathing began to get ragged, and I could see her knees beginning to buckle slightly. Finally John withdrew his finger and held it up proudly for all to see. It was glistening with Rachel's juices.

'I now declare my charming Sister in Law officially, fucking aroused,' he boasted.

'How very scientific of you, John.' Debbie piped in, at the same time walking over to stand beside her husband. Taking hold of his hand she held it down lower where she knew her sister could get a good view of it from between her legs. Then to my absolute amazement Debbie leant forward and took his finger, coated with her own sister's juices, and inserted into her own mouth before erotically sucking it clean.

Once completed she stared deeply into her young sister's inverted eyes, and gave her an exaggerated wink. It was an act of pure dominance.

At this point my Mother in Law obviously decided she had been in the background too long. Something she was not accustomed to. She strode lazily over to where Troy was standing. I had noticed he had been furtively glancing around as much as he dared to, trying to get an eyeful of what was happening to his girlfriend. When my Mother in Law reached Troy she walked around and stood in front of him, her eyes fixing on his penis. From my bent position I could see that Troy's penis was almost fully erect.

'A little over stimulated, are we young man?' My Mother in Law quizzically enquired of a blushing Troy.

'No, Ma'am..yes, Ma'am.' Troy was clearly flustered and embarrassed to be questioned in this manner by a much older woman.

My Mother in Law put her hand on his shoulder and swung him around to face the onlookers. 'I think the correct answer was definitely 'yes Ma'am', don't you dear friends.'

Debbie playfully licked her lips as she nodded in agreement.

Troy had submissively opened his legs wide again after being swung around to face the adults. As everyone watched his penis became even more erect, increasing his anxiety levels to boiling point.

'Bend over,' my Mother in Law directed.

I think Troy was thankful to be able to hide his erect penis. However his relief was short lived as my Mother in Law brazenly reached through his legs and took hold of his scrotum.

'Randy, are you boy? Fancy older women do you?'

'No Ma'am,' Troy winced.

'You think I'm ugly, do you boy?' my Mother in Law was playing Troy like a fiddle.

'No Ma'am, you are very attractive for your age.'

'So you do fancy me then?' My Mother in Law obviously squeezed his scrotum a little harder as Troy let out a low groan.

Debbie was now standing beside the hapless Troy. She had carefully positioned herself so that her younger sister could get a clear view looking back through her legs.

'I think you are right Jane,' Debbie winked at my Mother in Law, 'he does fancy a more mature woman. I think he craves a bit of experience.'

With that mischievous comment Debbie reached under the belly of her sister's boyfriend and gripped his penis. 'Come on Troy,' she cooed into his ear, 'Show us all how much you crave an older woman.'

With Debbie stroking his penis vigorously, and my Mother in Law holding his scrotum, poor Troy didn't have a chance. He barely lasted 30 seconds before his body shook and he cried out in intense pleasure.

Debbie slowly removed her hand, which had some of Troy's cum dripping down it. She stepped over to where her sister was still bent over like a staple, and knelt down beside her. She placed her finger close to Rachel's mouth. 'I'll have to watch that boyfriend of yours. He came so damn quickly and hard in my hand that I am sure he must fancy the more mature woman. Now lick his cum off my finger.'

Rachel groaned, but did as she was requested and quietly sucked the cum from her sister's fingers.

'Good girl,' Debbie complimented Rachel's acquiescence.

Troy was then directed to stand up. When he did he revealed the rest of his cum had shot onto his chin and neck. Before he could get a chance to wipe it off he was directed to turn around again and bend over. Troy, Rachel and I were now all bent over in a row, our buttocks invitingly presenting themselves to the five adult onlookers. I could see that each of them had now picked up their selected implement of punishment, and I knew the dreaded moment had arrived when we were each going to be punished.

We were shown no mercy. The three of us received ten swats from each of the five adults, who rotated in turn, gleefully awaiting their opportunity to inflict agony upon us. I could not believe how each of the implements inflicted a slightly different type of pain when they impacted on my poor buttocks. But every implement had something in common: it hurt like hell.

Despite my relative experience at being punish I was blubbering like a baby even before my punishment was half over. Rachel faired even worse. She began sobbing from the shock of the very first blow and several times she stood up, distraught and furiously rubbing her tender backside. She was only given a few short seconds to partially recover before being forced back into position so her punishment could continue. Troy tried his best to be manly and bravely took most of his punishment with only a few grunts and groans of pain. But when my Father in Law stepped up, the last of his five punishers, and laid into him with the stirrup leather, Troy's stoic stand crumbled and his tears began to flow.

When the punishment was finally over we were given permission to take a quick swim. The icy cool water was heavenly on our flaming buttocks. We were then able to dress, but only from the waist up, with the exception of putting on our shoes and socks. We then had to endure the long, bare-bottomed horse ride back to the ranch.

Part 14

The horse ride back to the ranch was long and painful for Rachel, Troy and I. By the time we arrived there was only a couple of hours before I had to leave with my Parents in Law, Ben and Jane, and my husband, Michael, for the drive back to the airport and the flight home.

I dived into the bathroom to have a shower with Michael, but once I had removed what little clothing I was wearing he made me bend over and support myself on the edge of the bath tub. He then entered me from behind and fucked me vigorously. He clearly was still very excited by what had taken place at the lake. Despite the pain of his groin thrashing against my tender buttocks I had no trouble in rising to a glorious climax.

After a late lunch we packed, and all stood on the veranda and said our good byes. To any on-lookers it would have appeared to be a normal group of friends saying farewell after a relaxing long weekend in the wilderness. If only they knew the truth of what had gone on I am sure they would have been shocked. It had been a memorable few days that I was sure I would not forget.

Troy, Rachel and I locked together in an especially long hug. We had formed a special bond in these few short days, and I sincerely hoped we would get the opportunity to meet again sometime in the future.

Farewells completed we climbed into the rental car for the long drive to the airport, my Parents in Law in the front seat and Michael and I seated in the rear. Without being asked I lowered my jeans and panties to my knees, which caused Michael to lovingly stroke his hand through my hair as a reward for my submissiveness. I then requested my Mother in Law to pass me some tissues from the front glove box, but Michael reached out before me and took them from her

'Take your jeans and panties right off,' Michael asked softly, 'then hand them to my Mother for safe keeping.'

Once I had complied Michel then made me raise my butt off the seat while he personally laid the tissues in place underneath me.

'Now I want you to put two fingers deep into your pussy and keep them there until we reach the airport.'

I was shocked at his request but so much wanted to please him, therefore I slid myself forward on the seat so that I could get better access to my vagina. It should be no surprise that my fingers slid deep inside me with ease. Michael then wanted to check the tissues were still in place so luridly made me lift my pelvis in the air while my two fingers remained embedded deep within my vulva.

On the trip to the airport Michael and his parents asked me questions about the past few days, most of which were designed to cause me embarrassment. I was told to recount in vivid detail how I felt when I was being punished, or when Troy and Rachel were masturbating me, and what happened at Sheriff Stone's, and so on, and so on. Everything was recapped in vivid detail.

Half way to the airport I badly needed to pee so my Father in Law pulled the car into a small deserted rest area. Naked from the waist down I was made to squat on the grass beside the car and in full view of the three of them I peed.

My tissues were already damp so I was made to deposit them in a nearby waste bin before re-entering the car. Once inside I was made to reinsert my fingers deep inside my vulva then raised myself off the seat so that Michael could position fresh tissues under me.

I began to fret as we arrived at the airport and my Mother in Law was making no attempt to give me back my panties and jeans. We found the building where we had to return the rental car and drove through the gate with me still seated in the back, fingers inserted within my vagina.

'Please,' I pleaded, but all my Mother in Law did was look at me over her shoulder and smile.

As we pulled up to the return booth the attendant came out of the door and walked towards us. I started to hyperventilate with panic as even if my Mother in Law gave me my clothes back now there was no possible way I could get dressed as the attendant was only seconds away from reaching our vehicle. In a panic I pulled my fingers out from between my legs and frantically tried to pull my shirt down over my buttocks and pubic region but it was hopelessly inadequate for the task. With the attendant only a few strides from the vehicle my Mother in Law turned to me and handed over her jacket that had been sitting on her lap. Quickly I spread the jacket over my legs and tucked it in on the sides so that my naked flesh was not showing.

The attendant looked into our vehicle through the driver's window and gave us all a warm greeting. All I could do was give him a bashful smile. His eyes briefly settled on me, and he glanced down at the jacket, obviously wondering why I needed to have a jacket wrapped around me on such a warm day.

'If you folks jump out I can take it from here,' offered the attendant.

I groaned in panic, causing the attendant to give me a concerned frown. 'Are you okay, Miss?'

My mouth hung open, and in desperation I gave Michael a nudge with my elbow. Thank heavens he decided to come to my rescue.

'Actually, my wife was just in the middle of changing her clothes prior to her flight. She actually has very little on under that jacket.'

'Ohh,' responded the stunned attendant, who couldn't resist stealing another glance at my lap, perhaps trying to visualise what the scene my look like under the jacket. I wickedly wondered whether he would picture me with shaven pubes and swollen labia from the result of the stimulation from having my fingers inserted for the past couple of hours.

'In that case I suggest you park by the ladies toilet over there,' the attendant helpfully pointed out the amenities building. Then with a grin he added, 'The young lady can get dressed in there.'

My Father in Law drove over to the ladies toilet and parked about twenty feet away.

'Can I have my clothes now, please,' I pleaded, 'I will get dressed here in the car while no one is around.'

'What, and deprive that poor attendant of the highlight of his week,' my Mother in Law laughed. 'Get out of the car and I will pass you your clothes so you can go into the ladies and get dresses.'

I looked over towards the attendant and his eyes were glued on our vehicle. I briefly thought of appealing to my Mother in Law, but knew it would only make matters worse for me. Therefore with the jacket pulled around me as best I could I opened my door and jumped out, quickly running around the car to my Mother in Law's window, grabbing my jeans and panties from her and dashed into the toilet, the jacket flapping about around my thighs. As I disappeared inside I heard a loud wolf whistle which I am sure came from the attendant.

When I had dressed we returned the rental vehicle to the grinning attendant and made the short walk to the airport terminal. Initially I was annoyed at what had happened and dragged my feet behind my husband and Parents in Law, but when Michael lovingly put his arm around me I perked up again and all was forgiven.

As I sat in the terminal lounge waiting for our flight I couldn't help but worry about whether I was going to be embarrassed on the aircraft as I had been on the trip out here. Somehow I suspected I was.

An hour after arriving at the airport we were boarding our flight. When we took our seats I was positioned between Michael and my Mother in Law. My Father in Law was sitting opposite us on the other side of the aisle. We had been in the air about ten minutes when my Mother in Law passed over to me one of the United Airline's blankets. I cringed as I knew what was coming.

My Mother in Law caught the attention of the air hostess as she walked by. 'Excuse me dear. Do you have some tissues for my Daughter in Law?'

I blushed as the air hostess glanced over at me, before trotting off and returning a short time later with a handful of tissues and passing them over to me.

'Is this enough?' she enquired helpfully.

'Oh, yes, plenty,' I squirmed.

My Mother in Law smiled. She was enjoying herself immensely, which was not good news for me.

'Take off your jeans and panties,' she instructed in a voice loud enough that left me in doubt as to whether other passengers close by could have overheard.

'You mean lower them to my knees?' I enquired hopefully.

'No darling, I mean take them off and hand them to me.'

I looked frantically from my Mother in Law to my husband. Michael had a smile on his face that mirrored his mothers and clearly I was not going to get any support from him.

'You can't be serious?' I pleaded in desperation. 'I cannot take my clothes off in an aeroplane.'

'Yes you can darling. Show Michael how brilliantly submissive you can be. You can do it.'

I sat there pouting. I knew I was always going to comply with her wishes but felt I least had to show some token form of resistance, even if only for my own personal pride. Methodically I began to unfold the blanket and spread it over my knees. After taking a furtive glance around me to see if anyone was looking I reached under the blanket and unzipped my jeans. I wriggled them down over my buttocks, and then to my knees. I then hooked my fingers into my panties waistband and lowered them to my knees also.

I looked over at my Mother in Law with pleading eyes. 'Please can I just leave them at my knees?'

Her simple response was to shake her head from side to side. Mortified at what I was being asked to do, I again looked around me to see if I had attracted the unwanted attention of any fellow passengers. Everyone seemed to be going about their own lives oblivious to the fact I was undressing only feet away from them. With a heavy sigh of defeat I lowered my jeans and panties awkwardly and quickly scooped them up off the floor before anyone else could see them. After handing them to my Mother in Law she stuffed them in the pouch of the seat in front of her. I was horrified as a portion of my lace panties was protruding from the top of the pouch and were clearly visible to people walking along the aisle.

Michael then picked up the small pile of tissues that I had stuffed down the side of my seat and made me elevate my buttocks while he slid them underneath, one by one. He was just sliding the last tissue under me when the air hostess walked pass and was attracted by my peculiar behaviour.

'Are you okay, Ma'am,' the attractive young hostess enquired.

'I'm fine, thank you,' I quickly responded in a flustered tone.

'No she is not,' Michael butted in from his window seat.

I gave Michael the look of death, but he was totally unfazed.

The air hostess had a frown of concern. 'I'm sorry. What appears to be the problem?'

'Well it is a little bit delicate, actually.' Michael beckoned for the air hostess to lean over closer towards him. 'You see, my wife has been misbehaving and as punishment my mother and I have made her remove her jeans and panties. Believe it or not she is actually naked under this blanket.'

The air hostess was speechless, her mouth open in shock. Of all the things she might have been expecting a passenger to say to her, this was clearly not one of them. She was almost leaning over the top of me, and when she looked down she realised her hand was resting on the armrest of my seat, only inches from my naked thigh. I was so embarrassed I had actually broken out in a sweat.

After a period of stunned silence, the air hostess managed to recover her senses. 'I see...and exactly how can I assist?'

I had half expected the air hostess to beat a hasty retreat and complain to her supervisor, but instead she actually seemed curious, even perhaps a little excited.

'To make sure the punishment is effective I want to make sure she is thoroughly embarrassed,' Michael continued his outrageous dialogue with the charming young air hostess.

I would have thought I was already plenty embarrassed, but clearly my darling husband did not think so.

The hostess leaned over closer to my husband. Her breasts were now dangling provocatively only inches from my face. She smelt clean and fresh, as if she had showered just prior to boarding the flight. A vision of her attractive young body standing naked in the shower flashed in front of my eyes, but I quickly banished it to the deepest recesses of my mind. Such fantasies were not helpful to my current predicament.

'And how can I assist?' the air hostess purred at Michael.

Michael whispered something quietly to the air hostess which I did not catch. The air hostess responded by looking down at me, her piercing blue eyes taking me in. With her towering over me I felt so much like a vulnerable teenager, which was crazy as I must have been at least five years her elder.

'Are you naked under that blanket,' the air hostess spoke with a quiet determination.

I cringed, 'Yes, Ma'am.'

'Is it true, you have been naughty?'

'I guess so, Ma'am,' I blushed

The air hostess glanced around before turning her attention back to me. 'Remove the blanket from your lap.'

I was mortified. 'Please, no, I can't.'

The air hostess was growing in confidence. 'Do it, now, or I will march your bare butt down to the front of the plane to speak to the Captain.'

I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my bottom lip in defeat. Gripping one side of my blanket I peeled it clear of my thighs revealing my nakedness from the waist down. Her piercing blue eyes soaked up the sight.

'Oh my goodness. Your pubs are shaven,' she noted.

'Yes Ma'am, my Mother in Law has instructed me to keep them this way.'

'How old are you?'

'Twenty nine, Ma'am,' I blushed.

The air hostess just shook her head. She did not say anything but it was clear she was flabbergasted that a mature adult could allow herself to be dominated in such a manner.

'Open your legs,' she instructed, obviously wanting to test the boundaries of how far I would go.

Deeply embarrassed I opened my legs, knowing full well it would reveal my swollen labia, plus the fact I was sitting on the paper tissues she had fetched for me earlier.

Still leaning over me, the air hostess stared directly down into my vagina. Her eyes suggested she was very fascinated by what she saw.

'Why are you sitting on the tissues?' she enquired with genuine interest.

I gave her an embarrassed grin before responding, 'Because I wet the seat.'

'You wet the seat?....oh....I understand.' She gave me a knowing smile when the realisation sunk in.

Another passenger was paging the air hostess and she looked up, annoyed that she was being dragged away. 'You behave yourself now, little lady.' She smiled at me before standing up and walking down the aisle.

'Yes, Ma'am,' I mumbled as I quickly pulled the blanket back into position over my naked thighs.

Michael rested his head on my shoulder. 'Was that exciting?'

'It was terrifying. But, I guess...it was...also....exciting in a way.' It pained me to admit it.

'Stick your fingers in your cunt and masturbate yourself,' Michael whispered into my ear. 'But don't come until I tell you to.'

Slowly I slid my hand under the blanket and easily inserted two fingers into my vulva. My Mother in Law was staring down at my lap and she clearly knew what I was up to. Slowly I began slide my fingers in and out, while I used my thumb to rhythmically encircle my clit. It did not take very long for me to approach the edge.

'I'm ready,' I gasped to Michael, 'please let me come.'

'Not yet, my darling.' With that he pressed the buzzer to page the air hostess. 'When the air hostess comes, you can cum.' He laughed at his pun.

It was several minutes before our charming air hostess appeared as she was busy with other passengers. By this time I was flushed red with excitement and struggling to contain my orgasm. When the air hostess leaned over me to see what my husband required I drove my fingers deep into my vulva and the waves of orgasm flooded through my body.

When the orgasm passed I opened my eyes to see the air hostess still leaning over me, absolutely spellbound, and more than a little shocked, by what she had just witnessed.

'I think my wife requires a glass of water,' Michael smiled at the air hostess.

'Indeed, I think she may well.' The air hostess retreated, still shaking her head in disbelief.

Fortunately the remainder of the flight went by without major incident. My Mother in Law gave me back my jeans and panties just prior to our descent to the airport. As we were disembarking from the aircraft the air hostess whispered into my ear, 'That was the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed.' All I could do was respond with a shy smile.

It has been three months since we returned from the trip to Ohio. In many respects it was a milestone time in my life as I finally accepted the fact that I derive pleasure from being submissive. And when that submission is coupled with humiliation and punishment the pleasure I derive is at its exquisite best. My subjugation at the hands of my Parents in Law was also easier to accept now I knew it was carried out with the support and encouragement of my husband.

Over the past three months it is not surprising I have been punished regularly. At least once a week Michael and I visit his parents. Michael always insists I dress up very formally, and wear my best lace lingerie, a petticoat and silk stockings. He loves the stark contrast when I have to strip naked out of my formal attire.

When we arrive at my Parents in Law we initially relax and chat over a glass of wine. When my Mother in Law has almost got the dinner ready to serve she rejoins us in the lounge, then beckons me over to stand in front of her. Without even being asked, I know that now is the time she wants me to strip naked. Slowly I remove each item of my formal attire and hand it to my Mother in Law. Methodically she carefully folds it and places it on the adjoining coffee table. She then reaches out her hand, which is the signal for me to discard my next item of clothing. I still find it gut wrenchingly difficult to undress in front of them, but on the other side of the ledger I love to submit myself to them in this manner. I still think that to undress on command and stand naked in front of someone is one of the ultimate acts of submission. You are effectively giving them the rights to your body.

Once I am naked we then retire to the dining room to eat. Without being asked I fetch the paper tissues out of the cupboard and place them on my seat. Being forced to sit through the meal totally naked will certainly mean I will need the tissues if I am not going to leave a wet stain on my Parent in Law's chair. After dinner I know I will be punished. What I don't know is the manner in which the punishment will be inflicted, or what type of implement will be used.

But even worse than these regular dinner evenings, Michael and my Parents in Law have, once every three or four weeks, arranged these special little 'dinner parties' as they call them. The trouble is I end up being the main course. Well, certainly the main attraction. What is so deliciously frightening about these evenings is that at least one other guest will be present. Having other people present certainly ensures I do not become complacent, and ensures my humiliation is kept at maximum velocity. I am never told in advance when these little parties are going to take place.

As an example, the last little 'dinner party' started out as a normal evening at my Parents in Law. That is, if you can call any evening at my Parents in Law 'normal'.

We arrived at 7.00pm as usual, with me dressed in a formal red skirt and matching jacket Michael had purchased for me as a gift. We were seated in the lounge enjoying a glass of wine, with my Mother in Law was in the kitchen preparing the dinner, when the front door bell rang. My heart immediately began to beat rapidly, and I had to bite down on my knuckles to try and control my nerves. Michael could see my apprehension and discomfort, which made him smile.

The visitors were shown into the room and we all stood for the introductions. They were a husband and wife in their late fifties. During the introductions I found out they were both senior teachers at the local school. In fact the woman had taught Michael when he was at school. I vaguely remembered Michael describing her to me on a past occasion. She was the one teacher he feared and respected because she took no nonsense from anyone, and was not afraid to use the cane when required. Her canings were apparently legendary. The thought of this made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I noticed the husband was carrying a brown paper bag, which he handed over to my Mother in Law. She had a peek inside and smiled, and then put it down on the floor beside her chair.

I was incredibly nervous and it was a real effort just to carry out polite conversation. Both of them had travelled briefly to the country of birth, New Zealand, and it was a pleasant distraction to chat about my homeland. Despite her fearsome reputation, the wife was friendly and very engaging, as was her husband. Dinner was served and we ate while continuing our conversations. We laughed a lot and I must admit I found both of them charming company. I couldn't help but offer up a silent little prayer that tonight would be just an ordinary night of pleasure. The thought that I would have to humiliate myself in front of such a lovely couple would be unbearable. I hoped the fact that I had got through dinner with my clothes on was a good sign. I guess I shouldn't be so naive.

After a delightful meal we retired to the lounge in good spirits and the visitors continued to engage me in conversation. The wife put her hand on my knee and with a smile lent forward as if she was going to whisper a little secret in my ear. What she said to me almost made me faint.

'Pardon?' I gulped, a look of horror on my face. As if on cue, all other conversation in the room ceased.

'I said, my little dear, that I hear you are very naughty girl.'

I was distraught and frantically pleaded with my eyes to both of my Parents in Law, then as a last resort, to Michael. All I got was the look that told me they were united as fellow conspirators. I closed my eyes in defeat.

'Yes, Ma'am. I guess so, Ma'am,' I mumbled in a barely audible voice that did not sound like my own.

'And what happens to you when you are naughty?' she enquired.

'I am punished, Ma'am.'

'Indeed. That is very interesting. My husband and I know a little something about punishing people who have misbehaved.'

I gulped. I did not like the direction this conversation was heading. 'Yes, Ma'am, Michael has told me of your reputation.'

This caused her to smile. 'Has he indeed. Well he would know from first hand experience when he was a boy.'

Michael nodded in agreement.

My Mother in Law decided the time was right to step into the fray. 'We have a little present here for you,' she pointed to the bag. 'But before I give it to you I require you to undress.'

Despite the dangers of disagreeing with my Mother in Law, I felt I needed to plead for mercy. 'Please, Ma'am. I don't want to undress.'

My Mother in Law just smiled back at me. 'Of course you don't want to get undressed, my darling Daughter in Law. You are a beautiful, mature woman who is going to be thirty years of age in just a few short weeks. Of course you don't want to endure the mortification of striping stark naked in front of your Parents in Law, your husband, and a charming couple of strangers you have only known a couple of hours.

It is only very natural you do not want to undress and display your private parts in all their glory. But that, my dear, is the very reason I have requested you do it. And you will do it now, without delay.'

Her little sermon only served to increase my embarrassment. But she was right. I would do it. With fumbling fingers I began to remove each item of clothing and hand it to my Mother in Law who went through her routine of folding them and placing them neatly on the coffee table. The silence was deafening, and I knew all eyes were riveted on me. I couldn't help wondering what the visitors must think of me.

After what seemed an eternity my slow strip tease came to an end when I unclasped my white lace bra and handed it to my Mother in Law, then stepped out of the matching panties. When I passed her the panties she put her hands in the waistband and stretched them open so she could have a good look at the crutch. I could clearly see the big round wet spot, and when she held them up so could everybody else. There were knowing looks from my audience, but nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said as my advanced state of arousal was clearly evident to everyone in the room. I hung my head in abject shame. Our charming visitors would know that, despite my protests, I was sexually excited by my humiliation.

Now that I was finally totally naked my Mother in Law reached into the bag and pulled out a school uniform that had obviously come from the school where the couple teach. The uniform consisted of a white blouse, tartan skirt, long bobby socks and sandals. The woman school teacher stood up and came over to stand beside me. She then took each item of the school uniform and insisted on dressing me as if I was a young child incapable of performing the task on my own. I had to place my hand on her shoulder for support while she busied herself getting me dressed. The uniform was several sizes too small but I managed to squeeze into it. To complete the school uniform my Mother in Law produced a pair of oversized white cotton bloomer panties that the woman school teacher held open while I stepped into them.

Everybody then stepped back to admire my new clothing.

'Good heavens,' Michael smiled, 'You really do look almost like a schoolgirl.'

With that the male school teacher stepped forward and took hold of my hand in his strong grip. 'Come on Kym, we are going for a ride.'

As I was being led away I looked around frantically. The two school teachers were leaving with me, but my Parents in Law and Michael were still seated.

'Aren't you coming with me?' I pleaded.

'No, darling. We wouldn't want to spoil your fun,' Michael responded, smiling.

I was about to object further but we disappeared around the corner into the hallway then out of the front door. The couple's BMW was parked outside and I was placed in the backseat, while they both hopped into the front. I felt so small and vulnerable. I was unsure of how I should act, but as if by instinct I lifted my hips off the seat and removed the cotton bloomers to my knees. It just felt to me that this was the right thing to do. The woman noticed my actions and gave her husband a nudge. They both turned around to stare at my panties.

For a brief moment I was horrified I may have offended them, but then the woman gave me a reassuring pat on the knee. 'You are certainly a remarkable young lady.'

I smiled in gratitude.

We were only in the car for five minutes when we drove into the gates of the local school where they both teach. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. The husband took my hand again and like a child I was led up the front stairs, and after a door was unlocked we walked down a corridor and into a classroom. The woman turned on the lights then pulled the curtains. I was then directed to sit at one of the student's desks while both teachers stood at the front of the classroom. My eyes were like saucers when the woman picked up a cane. It was the old fashioned type, shaped like a walking stick with a curve at one end.

She addressed me. 'Now, Miss Kym, I think you realise you are due for a punishment.'

'Yes, Ma'am,' I gulped, fighting to retain my composure.

'And how are you going to be punished, Miss Kym?'

'With the cane, Ma'am,' I responded hesitantly.

'And?'

'And...and on my bare bottom, Ma'am.'

'Correct, Miss Kym. Come forward.'

I felt like I was wearing lead boots as I stood up and took the short walk to the front of the classroom. I was actually trembling as I stood in front of her. She took hold of my arm and turned me side on to her.

'I like to cane people the old-fashioned way. Bend over and grip your ankles.'

'Yes, Ma'am.' I bent at the waist and took hold of my ankles. I was so nervous I could feel my legs shaking. I felt extremely vulnerable given I was about to be harshly punished by virtual strangers.

I tensed as I felt her reach up under the short tartan skirt of my school uniform and take hold of my baggy cotton bloomer panties. There was nothing gentle about the way she yanked them over my buttocks and down my legs. They came to rest against my wrists that were gripping my ankles. She then unzipped the skirt and again pulled it roughly over my hips and down to join my panties. I was extremely embarrassed as I was naked from the waist down and my buttocks were pointing towards the male teacher. He had a full on view of not only my bare buttocks, but also my labia peeking through between my legs. However I did not have long to fret over my exposure as I suddenly heard the frightening swish of the cane moments before it connected across the most fleshy part of my derriere. The pain was so intense I cried out loud and quickly used my hands to rub my poor buttocks.

'Put your hands back on your ankles. If you take them away again I will have to get my husband to hold you down over a desk so I can complete the task.'

I obeyed, and the initial strike was followed up with a second of the same intensity. Again I screamed out, and struggled to maintain my position. When the third struck I knew I could not take anymore.

'Please Ma'am,' I sobbed.

'Yes, Miss Kym.' She now sounded every bit the stern disciplinarian.

'I cannot take anymore, and I know I will have to use my hands to rub my bottom. Therefore I think you had better get your husband to hold me over the desk.'

'Very well girl.'

Her husband had a lecherous smile on his face. 'But if I have to hold her I want her to be totally naked.'

Without being told to do so I removed my blouse as well as my bobby socks and sandals. He soaked up the sight of my naked body before stepping forward and taking hold of my wrists. I was then bent over a desk and he pulled my arms tightly. I was then given another three harsh canings, plus an extra one thrown in for good measure.

With the caning finished the male teacher picked up my clothing and dressed me. He took his time and on every possible occasion he brushed his hands against my breasts, buttocks and pubic region. Once dressed I was driven back to my Parents in Law's house. They, and Michael, were still sitting in the lounge as they had been when I departed.

Michael excitedly made me describe in vivid detail what had happened, and then I had to strip totally naked and show them the vivid red stripes that crisscrossed my buttocks.

I was sore for a week after the caning and had trouble sitting comfortably. However the pain soon fades, but the memories will linger on for a lifetime.

This has been my story of the past six months. It has been quite a journey of discovery for me and I have no regrets. Well, maybe a few.