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Beckie Bradshaw (The best Christmas present ever)

One of the negatives of my boyfriend having such a close knit family was his little brother Robbie. Not that there was necessarily anything wrong with him as such, oh scratch that, yes the list is endless. He was annoying, opinionated, without actually knowing anything about anything, irritating and oh, an outright creep! Every time I went over wearing a short skirt and sat in the lounge, he would find some excuse to sit on the floor opposite me. It took me months to realize what was going on, as he would drop random colours into the conversation until I learned that it was the colour of my knickers I was wearing. He would look so pleased with himself and acted like he had cracked the Da Vinci code or something.


All that was bad enough but the worse thing was that he never left me and my boyfriend alone. He would ask to go to watch a movie with us, to the football and even to the Pub despite the fact he wasn't old enough and my boyfriend Ryan never said no. It was left to me, “Becky the Bitch” as Robbie called me behind my back and occasionally to my face to insist that me and Ryan were a couple and not a thruple. We had been together just over two years and at first I did try to include Robbie but it was really getting on my nerves now.


I was having dinner with Ryan and his parents, and of course Robbie when his Mum excused herself from the table as we were finishing eating and returned a moment later and slammed a magazine into the middle of the table. It made us all jump and Ryan started laughing,


“Care to explain this, young man! And where the hell did you get it?” she snapped.


Robbie went as white as a ghost and Ed, his dad pushed his chair back and began to berate Elaine that this was not the time or place for this conversation. At first I had no idea what was happening as Ryan’s Mum and Dad began to have a full blown argument and although I had sort of become part of the family it was very awkward and unusual to see them like this. Ed grabbed his coat and said he was going to take the dog for a walk and Elaine shouted after him that it was typical of him to run away from any kind of serious parental responsibilities and she left the room looking upset.


Ryan and Robbie were meanwhile indulging in some childish pushing and name calling exchanges when I looked at the magazine for the first time. I could feel my mouth literally fall open as I saw the picture on the cover. It was a bottom, well more precisely the bare bottom of a girl or young woman laying over the knees of what you could assume to be a man. You only really saw the two knees of the “man” but it just gave that impression. The girl's knickers were bunched up at the tops of her thighs, high enough to cover her modesty regarding her private parts but obviously not her bum cheeks. Her t-shirt or top of some kind was pushed a little up and then the most shocking part of the photograph was a large wooden hairbrush balancing precariously on her back.


My eyes were glued to the image and all I could think about was what would that actually feel like, to be smacked like that on the bare bottom with such a hard unforgiving item as that. Oh it must surely sting like hell and mark such pale white cheeks tremendously. I was lost in my own thoughts of why any girl would to experience that, I mean was not naive enough to be oblivious to that sort of a “Kink” or was there a darker side and had the girl actually done something to deserve a genuine “punishment spanking”. I mean the magazine looked old and maybe it wasn’t a “posed” picture but a genuine example of how things used to be.


My almost hypnotic state the magazine had brought me to was suddenly broken as Ryan actually pushed Robbie off his chair. For the first time since meeting him I did honestly feel sorry for him. I scrambled to my feet and got between the two of them to try and calm things down. I don't know what had come over me and never in a million years would I have thought that I would be defending my boyfriend’s little brother. I explained to Ryan that it was no big deal and lots of people had an interest in such things and it was mean of his Mum to show the magazine to all of us to “shame” Robbe like that. I'm not sure out of the two of them who was more surprised at my response but things deescalated quickly enough.


I began to clear the dinning table as Ryan picked the chair up from its side and Robbie had slid off sheepishly to his room. I admonished him for being a little too aggressive about it all and saw how angry he looked. He told me I wouldn't be so calm about it if I heard what he had said. I looked a little confused and after asking several times what he meant he turned to look at me.


“Well if you hadn’t been staring all glassy eyed at the cover you would have heard him say; That's just what Becky the Bitch deserves!” he revealed.


Oh course I was shocked but not as outraged as maybe I should have been. I'm not sure if Ryan picked up on it but I went on to say it was no excuse to behave like that and maybe if either of us was in Robbie's place we might indeed feel like that and it was just a “saying” I doubt he genuinely meant it. Ryan turned his nose up and said it was right what they said about women. You could never predict what goes on in their head.


A few days later Elaine apologized to me saying it was not the sort of magazine she had meant to subject me to seeing but she was so angry upon finding it and maybe she did overreact. Nothing more was mentioned on the topic but I couldn't remove it from my thoughts. I found myself blushing for no reason when I saw Robbie and brushing my hair gave me chills knowing what else a hairbrush could be used for. It was just like a simmering pot inside my head waiting for the lid to blow off.


I had agreed to have Christmas dinner with Ryan and his family and as part of some idle conversation a few days before I mentioned to him that I hadn’t got Robbie a present and maybe I should as it might be awkward if I didn't. He gave a strange sort of smile and said he knew exactly what I could give him and went to get a beer from the fridge laughing. I followed him and asked what he was talking about when he turned to walk past me and gave me a firm “pat” on the back of my skirt. I looked puzzled as he just burst out laughing again.


“Just give him that and I'll buy him a hairbrush.” he said in between fits of giggles.


The implication of what he meant hit me like a brick. Oh god how could he suggest such a thing. I was a wind up, it had to be. No one in his right mind would just offer up their girlfriends bottom to his little brother to spank. I was seething with rage as I stormed after him but mixed with the anger and the shock was the image in my mind of me laying over Robbie’s knee getting tanned with the back of a brush. It was like an out of the body experience and instead of telling Ryan just what he could do with his absurd idea I thought to hell with it I would call his bluff and play along and see who would back down first.


The next few days went by in a flash and with the usual pre Christmas rush a million things went through my mind. Before I knew it I was sitting on the sofa unwrapping the obligatory set of face creams and body lotions that all parents gave their son’s girlfriends. Even Robbie handed me a present which by the state of the tatty wrapping paper and half a roll of sellotape he had wrapped himself. I could feel myself blush a little as I thanked him for the chocolate and looked nervously at Ryan. Time seemed to stop as I opened my eyes wide and felt a shiver run through my body. He handed Robbie a present that seemed to be conjured from thin air. It was obvious from the shape what it was and I thought I was about to throw up at what was happening.


“This is just a little extra on top of the playstation game I got you.” he grinned. “It goes quite well with what Beckie has got for you.” he added in a cryptic tone.


He took it and began to unwrap it and I was glaring at Ryan with a look that could kill from ten paces. Maybe it wasn't a brush, maybe it was just made to look like one to take this absurd game to the last second and have me panicking as long as possible. The bright red paper with green snow capped pine trees was torn off quickly to reveal my worst nightmare. It was no joke! This was a real larger than normal wooden hairbrush. I could see Robbie look puzzled then his face turned to anger and he threw it towards Ryan.


“Oh God you couldn't leave it alone could you, always taking the piss.” spat Robbie.


His Mum admonished him for his language and Ryan tried to placate him saying he didn’t understand, it wasn’t a joke. He looked at me and motioned for me to tell him. This was my chance, I could get out of it by saying yes it was a cheap joke from Ryan and he was indeed just making fun of him. I opened my mouth but I couldn't speak. This was like being in quicksand, my head was spinning as Ryan grabbed me and pulled me to my feet and spun me around.


“She hasn’t wrapped it, well unless you count jeans as Christmas paper but this is Beckie’s present to you,” laughed Ryan.


With that he gave me a crisp “slap” square on my bottom making me jerk forwards and gasp. The room fell silent and even the clock seemed to stop ticking. I reached my hands back and ran them over the seat of my tight jeans. Surely Robbie would still see this as a joke and a continuation of Ryan trying to wind him up. I looked at them both, each staring back at me obviously waiting for me to speak. To confirm whether this was the most bizarre Christmas present ever or a mean spiteful joke.


“Go on Beckie, tell him that he can use the brush as often as he likes today to tan your bottom and make up for all the times you have been a bitch to him during the year,” exclaimed Ryan.


His tone was deadly serious now. This was fastly becoming obvious it was not a joke. My only hope other than running out of the room and never to see any of them ever again was Elaine. Surly to god Ryan’s Mum wouldn't allow this to take place. She was sitting in her usual armchair and had the perfect poker face, not a trace in her expression to hint what she was thinking. I had a sick, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt a cold sweat spreading over me as she cleared her throat.


“Oh Beckie dear, what a wonderfully thoughtful and imaginative gift. How on earth did you come up with that, I think it's perfect,” she hesitated, “Aren't you going to say thank you Robbie,” she added.


Robbie's eyes were like saucers and it took him two attempts to get the words out as he began to smile and say an amused “Thank you”.


I hardly had time to take a breath as he got the brush and bundled me over his knee as we both slumped down on the sofa at the same time. It was like I had lost the use of my legs as I felt helpless and he had managed to take hold of my right arm with his left and sort of pinned it up against my back. My jeans stretched even tighter over my bum and I stared down at the carpet inches from my face. Elaine and Ryan were openly laughing as Ed opened the door in perfect unison to a loud stinging “Crack” to one cheek followed instantly by a matching one to the other.


“Have I just walked into an alternative universe or something,” he said in amazement before adding, “This is above my pay grade to get involved.”


He grabbed his coat and asked if Ryan was going to have a couple of beers down the local as was the tradition on Christmas day that the men got out of the way while dinner was being prepared. They both left to the sounds of me gasping and letting out stifled yelps as the brush bounced off the back of my jeans. I couldn't work out if Robbie was wacking the brush down with all his strength or going easy on me but I could certainly feel the effect. With a few louder gasps and a shake of my head I was contemplating saying something to make him stop when he paused the torment himself.


He let go of my arm that he was almost twisting behind my back and at the same time pushing me off his knee onto the floor. I lay flat on my front and reached back with my hands to rub them over my bum as he exclaimed how much fun this was. I was mortified at what had just happened and wondered how I was ever going to face him again after this. Little did I know that this was just a taste of the monumental events of today. It was his Mum who brought the next sickening jolt to my stomach.


“Come on Beckie, don't be such a drama queen, stand up and let Robbie unwrap his present properly,” she said with an amusing undercurrent.


I could think clearly, I could see how absolutely insane this was as I got to my feet. I could see properly, I could see Elaine and Robbie looking pleased with themselves and seeing so calm and assured as I felt like screaming but all I did was stand in front of my boyfriends obnoxious little brother. What was happening to me as I let my hands fall to my side as he reached out and unfastened the button on my jeans.The tug of the zip and the pull at the waist with his hands on either of my hips made me jump out of virtual trance. In panic, instead of grabbing hold of my jeans, which subconsciously I must have resigned myself to them coming down, I held tightly to top of my knickers.


“Wow Beckie, I can’t believe you're really going to see this through.” he smiled as he eased the jeans right to my knees.


I was still holding on to my red satin and lace knickers and had never given it a thought when I put them on this morning that I would be showing them off like this. Although at the front they looked like they covered plenty but the back was quite high waisted over my hips and despite a wide waistband they hardly covered much of my actual bum cheeks.They were the ideal style to not give a visible panty line but hardly the ones to choose to wear to receive a spanking. He leaned back and looked me up and down and he must have thought, never in his wildest dreams could he have thought this would ever happen, but he seemed very confident of the situation.


“Now Beckie, do I have to hold your hand again or can you lay still like a big girl and not try and wriggle away?” he asked clearly, but it was obvious he was trying so hard not to laugh.


I couldn't answer him but managed a “Nod” as he smiled in response then condescendingly patted his knees as a visual command for me to put myself there of my own accord. I gave a glance over to his Mum in one last attempt for her to take pity on me or something as surely she could see how excruciatingly embarrassing this was for me. She just gave a sickly sweet smile and a little nod to motion me to do what her youngest son had told me to do. At twenty years of age how I had managed to get myself into this situation and almost closing my eyes in resignation I laid myself right over his lap.


“Oh what a good little girl” he sounded surprised, “Look Mum, what cute knickers she has decided to wear so her bottom is practically bare,” he announced.


He rested the cold hard brush on my cheeks as he spoke and his Mum replied saying that I must have given it a careful choice knowing what was going to happen. I wanted to argue that it was not done on purpose as I never imagined that this would happen for real but any thoughts of speaking were painfully put to a stop by the searing sting and the spread of fire on the skin of my bottom. The “crack” of the brush bouncing off my bottom was much louder now and he settled into a steady rhythm of about one “whack” every few seconds.


“Having fun Beckie?” he asked with an inquisitive tone that actually made me think he thought that I was.


All I could repeat in my head over and over again was “Don’t cry,” “Don’t cry.” I tried to stay still, I was clutching at the cushions on the sofa with my hands and after almost each “Smack” was letting out a little yelping,.squealing sound. I gritted my teeth as the fire was spreading across my bum cheeks. The embarrassment was almost forgotten now as all that filled my mind was the sting and the all too soon little rest bite of the gap between another searing burn to visit my bottom from the damn brush. Just when I thought the shame factor was replaced by the pain the door to the room opened and in walked Elaine's neighbour Jane.


“You know I thought that's what it sounded like,” she announced “But I would have needed a fair few guesses to say that young Robbie was doing the spanking,”


She sat at the other end of the sofa and took the glass of Sherry offered by Elaine and demanded to know what on earth it was all about. Robbie hardly missed a beat and I was wriggling and squirming more now and breathing harder. Of course she thought it was hilarious but added from the things she had heard about my behavior with Robbie it was no more than I deserved. I looked up at the two women in shock as Elaine continued to agree and said it was about time he got his own back for all my rude and spiteful comments and she was very proud of Ryan for letting Robbie do this to me.


“My arm is getting a little tired Beckie, so we can have a break whenever you admit that Mum is right and you deserve this.” he emphasized his words with a few harder “cracks” with the brush.


It made me yelp out loud and I knew that however much I wanted to stay quiet there was only going to be one outcome. All the time I knew I wasn't being forced into this and I suppose I could have just got up and put my jeans back on and put a stop to it all but no part of my brain was considering that. I took a deep breath and waited for a gap between the relentless onslaught of the brush and began to speak.


“Oh I am sorry Robbie, I admit I have been a total Bitch to you this year and this is only a fraction of what I deserve.” I announced with genuine sincerity.


The room fell silent and even I was shocked at what I said let alone the others. Jane squeezed my hand and looked down at me and said that was very brave to say that and congratulated me. Elaine agreed and told Robbie to “up his game” and let me have a few minutes rest and then start work on my backside like he meant it. He gave my bum a gentle rub with his hand making shudder with the fact he could openly touch me like this and he exclaimed how it was warming up nicely and with a couple of brisk “smacks” with his hand he told me to get in the corner by the television, hands on head and nose touching the wall. There was no hint of rebellion from me to his command and I hurried to the shameful position with my bottom stinging but a thrill of anticipation of what the rest of the day would bring.


“Good girl and thank you for the best Christmas present ever,” announced Robbie.

Is any corner time required?

Beckie Bradshaw (part 2)

Elaine and her friend Jane went into the kitchen to make a start on Christamas dinner, the sounds of normal conversation were in stark contrast to the scene in the lounge. Here I was standing by the television with my hands right on the top of my head, my nose pressed firmly to the wall and my back arched a little to push my bum out. I couldn't see Robbie but I had the feeling his eyes were fixed on me and a thousand thoughts were running through my mind as to why I was letting this happen. He made a sort of a half laughing sound mixed with disbelief as he got to his feet. His hand touched my bottom making me almost jump but I stayed perfectly still in my shameful position.

“So before we give this fat bum some more of the brush we need to have a little chat Beckie, don't we?” His voice was a mixture of amusement and menace at the same time.

With that he announced he was going to get a drink and I was to keep my hands on my head and stand in the middle of the room facing the sofa. I knew my bottom was not fat but it was not skinny either but “Fat bum” as well as “Beckie the bitch” were common names he would call me whenever we had any conflict. He always seemed to bring out the worst in me and had the ability to “wind me up” so easily Ryan had told me often to just ignore him and me pulling faces and having childish tantrums only made it more fun for his little brother.

I still couldn't comprehend why I was not putting an end to this right away. After all, he had already used the damn brush on my bottom and took my jeans off. So I had more than done enough to fulfil this absurd arrangement that Ryan had suggested. Yet I kept my hands on my head and my legs a little apart to almost stand to attention right where he had told me. He smiled when he saw me and ripped the ring pull from his can of coke and took a seat in front of me. With a gulp and a gasp that a fizzy drink brings out he looked up at my face which I knew was bright red.

“Has Ryan warmed up your fat Bum up with this brush then Beckie.” he asked.

Without even thinking to tell him it was none of his goddamn business I just shook my head and looked down to try and avoid his eyes. He added that if I was his girlfriend and was as much of a brat as me then he would use the brush every day. I could only shrug, which was almost an admission that he was right rather than tell him not to be such a misogynist pig. He then made me shudder a little as he asked me if I was telling the truth as he was going to ask Ryan later. I pursed my lips and glared at him.

“Ryan is not like you, he knows how to treat a girl with respect,” I hissed at him then added “You little shit!”

He seemed unfazed by my insult and just sat back and smiled. “So, speaking of respect Beckie, is it very respectful to go into someone else’s room and take something that doesn't belong to them?” he looked quizzically.

I could feel my heart almost stop and wondered how the hell had he found out. My face went even redder, if that was possible. I had never been good at lying and knew I wasn't going to be able to deny it. Ever since His Mum had slammed down that magazine in front of us all I was fascinated. A few weeks later I happened to be on my own in the house and had sneaked into Robbie’s room and found several more under his bed. Ever since then I would “borrow” one for a few days and sneak then back hoping he wouldn't notice. The look of horror on my face must have confirmed this to him.

“So it is you! You thieving little bitch.” he spat in anger.

I was mortified to be confronted like this and could only nod as he asked me if I had taken the one with the girl in just a white vest top and her hands covering her pussy on the cover. He then told me that his friend Mark got the magazines from his granddad and had gotten into trouble for not getting it back before it was missed. I knew Mark a little as he was often around playing video games with Robbie. I still had my hands on my head and felt absurd now he knew and on top of all this the fact I had “offered” my bottom as his Christmas present had so much more significance now.

He began to yell at me how much trouble Mark was in and all I had to do was ask and he would have let me have one whenever I wanted. I yelled back that I didn't want anyone knowing and I had put each one back so I hadn't actually “Stole” anything. With defiant pout and a little stamp of my foot I was every inch the petulant little girl being told off by an angry parent. The noise brought Elaine back to the room and she demanded to know what was going off.

“This little Bitch has been going into my room and stealing the magazines that Mark had been lending me,” he told her outright.

The fact that he wasn’t even supposed to have the magazines didn't seem to matter now. I was on the verge of tears as Elaine looked so disappointed in me. She lectured me that she had treated me like her own daughter and welcomed me into her own home and this was how I repaid her. It was bad enough to be confronted and spoken to like this but with my hands on my head and my jeans in a puddle on the floor made it so surreal. I could only mumble a childish “Sorry” as she shook her head.

“Well Robbie you have the perfect reason to use the brush properly now it isn't a game any more,” Shs turned to leave then added, “And we will have her knickers down so she really learns a lesson.”

She was behind me and with one sudden “yank” my knickers wear at the top of my knees. My hands felt like they were glued to the top of my head. I could feel my eyes and even my mouth open at the shock, yet I remained perfectly still. In fact if anything I eased my feet along the carpet to make sure my knickers don't fall past my knees. It must have been a subconscious reaction as I remembered reading several times in the magazines how extra punishments were earned if a girl let her panties slip past her knees.

Robbie looked like he was the cat who had got the cream and who could blame him. He beckoned me to take a couple of steps closer to him so he could have a proper look. I hesitated but he just calmly said he had seen it now so I may as well let him have a good look. All the stories I had read in the magazines made sense how the girls had reacted. It was like being hypnotized and not able to refuse anything. Something about having my knickers down and my hands on my head made me just want to do anything I was told. I took a few small awkward steps, making sure my legs stayed apart and my knickers remained stretched between my knees.

“Wow, Beckie the bitch showing me her cunt.” he laughed, “This is priceless.”

My head was spinning and the crude reference to my private parts made me realise with more embarrassment what I was doing. He reached out and took hold of a small tuft of my pubic hair. Pulling gently he looked up to my eyes and grinned. I was trying to control my breathing and then wondered what the hell Ryan was going to say knowing his little brother had my permission to inspect my private parts however he wanted. The feeling was almost indescribable, it was a kind of a thrill mixed with intense humiliation and not arousal as such but yet still exciting. He ran his fingers around the perimeter of my bush and exclaimed how he had always wondered how I kept my pussy hair and now he knew.

“I would shave you bald if it was up to me.” he smiled, “You know like some of the girls in the magazines.” his fingers pulled harder at my pubes, “Ever done that Beckie?”

Oh god how much more embarrassing could he make this but I felt compelled to answer him. I mumbled that I had shaved all my pubic hair off last summer when me and Ryan had gone away to Spain for a week and a couple of my bikinis were quite small. Without needing to I then added that his brother didn't like it and told me I looked like a cross between a “Porn star” and a ten year old which made Robbie laugh out loud. Even I had to hold back a giggle remembering his comment. He sat back and took another swig of coke just gazing between my legs and I felt I was even pushing my hips forward to display myself more.

“So did you want your knickers down all along then Beckie to get the brush?” he asked like he was genuinely interested.

I didn’t want to answer but deep down I knew I did, even though I hadn't admitted it to myself. I recounted the brief event between me and Ryan leading up to the decision to “Offer” my bottom as a present to him. How it was more of a dare and how I had never told Ryan about me taking tha magazines or indeed my sort of interest in the subject. I confirmed again that Ryan had never spanked me or indeed that I never wanted him to. I admitted that reading the magazines did give me a thrill and I would imagine myself as the “Naughty girl” and deserved to be punished accordingly. He looked delighted with my confessions and my honesty.

“Right then you little Brat, get over my knee and we will put this hairbrush to work.” he gloated.

Of course I had no thought of refusing now and laid right over with my hands stretched out in front of me. I was almost flat on the sofa with only his knees pushing my hips up a little. Without any time to think the brush cracked down hard on my bare bottom. He delivered sharp, crisp whacks with a much faster tempo than before. I got the sense he was concentrating more and covering every square millimeter with the brush making my skin burn like a thousand bee stings. I began to shake my head and gasp louder and louder and as before kept telling myself. Don’t cry, for god's sake don’t embarrass myself even more by crying in front of him. I began to wriggle and thrust my bum up and down trying to avoid the brush when he pushed me off his knee to the floor.

“God Beckie it's like having some wet fish wriggling around.” he exclaimed, “And you need to go on a diet you must weigh half a ton.” he laughed.

He knew I went to the gym often and always watched what I ate and despite saying so myself was proud of my figure. Even now with me at his mercy and my knickers down and my bottom on fire he still wanted to add insult to injury and tease me more. With a swift smack to my bum with his hand he stood up and told me to get my naughty bottom in the corner while he went to get something. Once again I was hobbling over to the wall and lifted my hands on my head,. making sure my knickers stayed around my knees. My bottom was stinging much more than before now and it was harder to stay absolutely still. The door to the room was open and I heard Elaine ask him how it was going.

“Oh it's like having a baby elephant sitting on me,” he told her. “I just need to borrow a chair so she doesn't squash me any more,” he laughed.

The sound of him dragging a dining chair along the floor accompanied his return to the room. It was placed in the middle of the room and he gave me a curt command to walk over to him. I had to walk with my legs apart ensuring my knickers didn't fall past my knees which made him grin at the spectacle I was making of myself. He looked at me for a few seconds then turned and went back to the kitchen. I was facing the door as he stopped briefly to speak to me.

“This is not up to you now Brat so don't think of arguing,” he warned me.

“Mum, Beckie has still got one of Mark’s magazines, can I ask him to come over so she can give it back to him?” he asked.

For a moment I don't think she understood what he was actually asking then the penny dropped and she burst out laughing. Jane joined in and they both agreed that would be an excellent addition to my ordeal. Elaine walked back in the room to see me standing like some mankin in a shop window, my hands on my head, my knickers at my knees with my neatly shaved strip of brown pubic hair on show and she smiled sweetly at me. Her friend Jane was also standing looking at me with a look of incredulity on her face.

“Well Beckie you have been rude to Mark a few times when he has visited haven't you?” she mused.

With her hardly able to keep a straight face she said to Robbie that yes he could invite Mark over for a short time while dinner was being prepared. This was going too far now, I was in a blind panic inside but remained in my absurd position on the outside. Robbie just smiled and told me to go back to the corner while he phoned his friend. My legs were numb but I turned and shuffled back to the corner. The stories in the magazines that excited me the most were the ones where girls had been witnessed getting a spanking. The additional embarrassment had always fascinated me and now another person was going to see me in real life, not some fictional account.

“Hey Mark, you're never going to believe this!” he began. “Like I told you it was that bitch Beckie that has been taking the magazines all along.”

I stayed with my nose pressed to the wall listening to the account of what had happened already. Several times Robbie had to repeat and say “Honest it's all true” as he told his friend the bizarre events of the day. I must admit if any of my friends had told me such a ludicrous story I too would not have believed a word. The next few words made me jump out of my skin and I didnt know if I could let this happen but while I was thinking of what to say it was too late.

Robbie had switched to video call, “There I told you it's all true, look at her in the corner with her fat red arse on show.” he announced triumphantly.

I was feeling genuinely sick now as Robbie ended the call and told me to stand by the chair. He was sitting on it and as if he thought I had a photographic memory or something he asked if I remembered the cover of issue 14. By sheer coincidence I had and it was a picture of a girl laying over a man’s knee with her palms on the floor and her feet on tip-toe and her bottom almost hovering above the man's knees. The story it related to made a lot of emphasis on how a girl should position herself correctly and keep her bottom up at all times. With a pat of his hands on his knees I knew he wanted me to see how well I could get into the same position. With a sigh of resignation I leaned forward to take all my weight on my palms for a second then lifted my hips up with my feet.

“Good girl Beckie,” he praised. “Now ease those legs apart a little, we don’t want your knickers siding down do we.” God he was so condescending in his tone.

I realised he hadn’t got the brush this time as he began to slap my bottom with his hand. Although a fresh wave of stinging heat visited my bottom it was nowhere near as bad as the brush. It was actually harder than I imagined to keep my bottom up and several times I did let my hips rest on his knees which earned me a harder series of smacks to the backs of my legs. My arms and my calves ached and my legs seemed to open wider to help me try and stay in position. My knickers were really digging into the side of my knees now. Just as I felt my arms couldn’t take my weight any longer a fresh wave of fear ran through me as the unmistakable sound of a knock on the door made Robbie stop smacking my bottom.

“Back to the corner girl.” he emphasised his command with a hard slap.

This had to be a dream. No way could all this be happening to me. No way could I be standing with my nose pressed to the wall and my knickers down for one of Robbies’s obnoxious mates to walk in and see me. Let alone my boyfriend’s Mum giving full condolence for all this to happen. I took my nose away from the wall and looked over to the doorway as I heard Robbie greet Mark in such an excited way. They were both laughing and as Robbie told Mark to take his shoes off as I was in the lounge. I had a split second thought to just run. Alas I was never good at making snap decisions and it was too late now I turned my head back to face the wall just as the two boys got to the doorway.

“Jesus Robbie, I still didn't believe it when I saw it on my phone,” announced Mark.

Elaine appeared and as if it was nothing out of the ordinary to see her oldest son’s girlfriend on display like this and calmly asked Mark if he was having a good Christmas and would he like a drink or a mince pie or anything. He muttered a can of coke would be fine and Robbie ushered him to sit on the sofa. I could feel their eyes boring into the back of me and stayed perfectly still. The atmosphere was electric and for over a minute it was silent apart from my breathing.

“So you mean Ryan just gave you the brush and said whack my girlfriend on her bare arse?” asked Mark in sheer disbelief.

Robbie clarified it was not exactly like that and had no idea whether Ryan thought that my knickers would come down or not. He began to speak to Mark as if I was not even there, referring to me as the “Brat” or the “Bitch” which made them both laugh. I was cringing in total shame as Robbie recounted how I had been taking the magazines from his room and imagining myself in the shoes of the girls. Then I felt like my heart was actually going to stop as he told me to come over and stand in front of Mark and tell him it was true. I felt like my face was about to burst into flames. I was blushing so much as I turned and took a few steps to stand facing Mark.

His eyes were like saucers and once again I felt the delicious wave of shame and excitement I felt when Elaine had pulled my knickers down earlier in the day. Robbie looked pleased with himself that I was doing as he said and it was like he was showing Mark his new toy he had got for Christmas. His eyes were fixed between my legs the same as Robbies had been and I thought who could blame them. It was the same as before and my hips were pushing out just a little and I prayed I wasn't making it obvious that I didn't mind being on display like this. Robbie prompted me to speak and I thought it was too late now to deny any of this.

“I am sorry Mark for taking the magazines without permission and yes I really enjoyed reading them and wanted to find out what it would be like to have my bare bottom spanked hard.” I confessed.

Robbie looked delighted with my little speech and Mark was just focussed between my legs still. Another wave of incredible shame and an unexplained thrill ran over me when Robbie told Mark he could touch as well as look if he wanted. My eyes darted over to Robbie and I thought how did he think it was up to him to allow his friend to touch my most intimate parts. He seemed to see the protest in my eyes but just shrugged and then laughed that he had already told me that he would shave me bald as a baby if it was up to him. Mark gave a nervous laugh at the comment but reached out with his hand. He ran it all around the perimeter of my neat strip of pubic hair and thankfully stopped before he got right between my legs to my pussy lips.

“Well if Robbie can smack your bottom why cant he shave all this hair off young lady?” he asked.

Oh he was really getting into the spirit of this now. Robbie laughed and congratulated his friend on getting on board with how I needed to be treated now. I gave an almost visible shudder at the thought of Robbie doing exactly that. The fact that Ryan wouldn't approve made the whole idea much more daring and naughty. Then without warning Mark actually slid his finger along my slit from right between the base of my legs to my pubic mound. Even Robble looked shocked as I just let out a low gasp but made no attempt to close my legs and step away.

“Well I agree with you Robbie, this nasty pubic hair needs to come off so we can see everything she has got,” he smiled. “And so she knows it's not up to her, or her boyfriend how she styles her pussy.”

I could remember it was almost a word for word quote from a story in one the magazines where a girl had been sent to stay with a strict “Uncle” and he involved several other gentlemen to assist with her discipline. I was almost quivering with excitement and hardly cared now if I was making it obvious or not I opened my legs as wide as the knickers between my knees would allow. Both the boys smiled in satisfaction with my crude display. Mark was more devious than Robbie and had worked it out more or less right away how eager I was to add to my own torment. He reached back up to my pussy but instead of running his finger along my sex again he almost cupped it with his hand and then brought it back to give me several light smacks right between my legs.

“So can Robbie, or indeed both of us shave every last hair from down here if we want to?” he wasn't really asking, he was just telling me.

I could see Robbie getting a little jealous of Mark's involvement now and stood up to walk over to the chair. He told me to show Mark how well he had been training me to lay over his knee properly and for him to watch. I didn't want to disappoint Robbie and quickly took up position over his knees again. My bottom was up high and my legs were wide apart. Mark got to his feet and handed his friend the brush and commented that it was a very nice view as he stood behind me. I knew my pussy lips and even my bum hole must be on show now. The brush began to reign down on my bare bottom and this time I knew Robbie wasn't holding back. His previous whacks with the brush must have only been a six out of ten of something in regard to force, now he was getting to a nine at least. It must have only been a minute or two at the most but I was really yelping in agony now.

“Oh God, oh I am so sorry for being a naughty girl, please I promise to behave better from now on.” I yelled.

He didn't stop and soon I was actually sobbing louder and tears were running down my face. I could no longer hold my weight with my arms and my hips slumped down to his knees. Each time the brush seemed to thud down into my bum cheeks and flatten them for a second and then bring a burning fire to my skin. My legs were kicking now and my knickers had slipped all the way to my ankles and tangled around my feet as I tried to flick my heels up. My hands began to bang on the floor as I pleaded and begged for him to stop. I couldn't remember the last time I had cried so much and was bawling like a total baby. With a final flurry of hard smacks on each leg to the back of my knees he pushed me off his knee to the floor.

“You deserved every second of that you little bitch, didn’t you?” he said angrily.

My hands grabbed my bum cheeks and rubbed furiously and for some insane reason I was nodding in agreement. A round of applause echoed around the room from Elaine and her friend Jane. Robbie looked delighted and as pleased as punch. Mark was grinning but had a knowing look on his face that made me feel a little scared. Elaine helped me to my feet and I hobbled up, actually stepping right of my knickers as I did. She gave me a hug and told me to try and calm down and I had “asked” for it so I only had myself to blame. I sniveled and nodded in acceptance and thought it was over but then Robbie told me sternly to go to my “naughty corner”.

I wanted to refuse now. How much more did he think I could take and why was he being so mean, after he had reduced me to such a pathetic bawling mess already. I stamped my foot in frustration and was about to tell him to go to hell when the sound of the front door made everyone turn and look. It was Ryan and his Dad back from the pub. In a blind panic I just ran to the corner and put my hands on my head, my nose pressed to the wall and my back arched to push my burning, blazing, tortured bottom out to the room. For some bizarre reason I felt. “Safe” and the “Grown ups” could deal with this now. I even counted Robbie and Mark as the “Grown ups” and all I felt like now was a naughty little girl with a very sore bottom who had just had the lesson of her life.

“What the hell is going on!” yelled Ryan.I heard the unmistakable sound of a scuffle, “You were only supposed to give her a few swats on her jeans, not thrash her so she can’t sit for a week.”

“And why are you standing like a moron with your jeans and knickers off for everyone to see.” he hissed.

I turned to look and Ed had separated the two brothers and Elaine took hold of Ryan and led him into the kitchen. Mark made his excuse to leave but I knew this was only the start, as he whispered to me that he looked forward to seeing much more of me from now on. I didn't know what to do and Ed was openly just staring at me now as I faced him and my hands were still fixed to the top of my head like they were unable to move on their own anymore. I could see him look down between my legs as a sly smile spread across his face. I couldn’t speak and instead just turned back to the wall as I heard him walk up to me.

“Looks like you have been having some fun Beckie,” he said as he cupped my hot bottom with his hand. “We could roast some chestnuts on that later,” he laughed.

The next moment Jane appeared holding a jar of cream and took my hand and led me over her knee. Her touch was exquisite and the cold cream was so soothing. She massaged it thoroughly over my sore buttocks and the backs of my legs. I could hear slightly raised voices from the kitchen and it was obvious Elaine was having a stern word with Ryan. I had no idea how I was ever going to be able to look at him again and felt sure he would break up with me. With a little pat to my bottom Jane told me to stand up.

“Something tells me you enjoyed that, you naughty girl.” she smiled and pointed at a damp patch on the front of her skirt.

Once again I blushed like a ripe strawberry and this time acted all coy and put my hands over my bare pussy. She smiled a knowing smile and stood up then without warning leaned forward and kissed me right on my mouth. I don’t know whether I kissed her back or not but felt my head spinning as Ryan walked back in the room a fraction of a second after our two mouths separated. I was still holding my hands between my legs as Ryan apologised for his outburst. I gave him a smile and ran over and hugged him tight. I whispered I loved him and was so grateful he had come up with the idea to buy the brush and persuade me to give my bottom to Robbie for Christmas.

“Well my Mum has explained a few things to me and if it makes you happy then you can go and ask Robbie for a spanking whenever you want,” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

I squeezed him tighter and told him I loved him so much as Robbie came back in the room.

“Excuse me Ryan but Beckie hasn't finished her corner time yet.” he said without trying to laugh.

I gave my boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek and stepped back. I lifted my hands back to the top of my head and walked back to the wall. This was becoming a very familiar place for me now and I knew exactly what to do. I opened my legs a little wider this time and really arched my back as much as I could to push my now glowing warm bottom out to everyone. They were all sitting drinking sherry and chatting away as if a half naked girl with a bright red bottom was the most normal thing in the world. Elaine and Jane were finishing dinner and Jane announced she had a nice cushion for me to sit on and they all laughed. I had to smile to myself and then turned to face everyone.

“I am sorry for being a Brat all year and I am so grateful to Robbie for teaching me a lesson.” I announced.

They all smiled, even Ryan as i added., “Please may I stay bare like this the rest of the day?” I asked politely.

Ryan looked at his Mum and she looked at his Dad. Jane was just grinning and then Robbie looked over at Ryan. “Is it ok to have your girlfriend like this all day?” he asked, half laughing.

Elaine then reminded him that his Uncle Dave and his Aunt Karen were coming over later along with their cousins Peter, Simon and Sarah. A shudder ran through me making my legs actually tremble as Ryan just shrugged and said it was fine by him.

“Alright then Beckie you can stay bare bottom all day and if anyone else wants a turn with the brush then they have my permission.” he grinned.

I sat gingerly at the table and began to eat the best Christmas dinner ever. I knew the brush was bound to be used much more today and smiled to myself that this was indeed the best Christmas present in the whole wide world.

Another great story Rebecca. Well written and you usual kinky self.

Can't wait for Part 3. I wonder what Robbie will do next!

Malman

Enjoyable story. How old is Robbie?

Loved the story Rebecca. Thanks for sharing. Also looking forward to part 3. EG

Another great story. Is there anywhere that has a collection of all your stories @rebeccashaw ?

Im afraid i don't have my stories posted all in one place....i will post more here and Robbie and Mark were 14

I hope the shaving of all of her hair is next!

Beckie Bradshaw part 3

I was helping clear away the dishes and almost forgot that I was totally bare below the waist. Elaine and Ed had second thoughts about letting Uncle Dave and his family see me and although Ryan seemed to agree it was for the best I was pretending to agree but without any reason I did feel disappointed. Robbie seemed not too bothered but kept giving me a knowing look and the odd comment that it wouldn't be long before I was bare again. The rest of the holidays passed without any more excitement and things seemed to get back to normal, although I was polite to Robbie whenever I saw him.

Ryan came home from work one day soon after and announced he had been asked to go and work away from home for three months. He looked sad and upset to be apart from me for so long but despite trying not to show it I was thrilled at the prospect of spending time with Robbie without Ryan being around. I had often spent the occasional night staying in Ryan’s room but Elaine surprised me by asking if I would actually like to stay full time even though my boyfriend would be away. Of course I didn't need to be asked twice and agreed instantly.

The first night Ryan was away Robbie was waiting for me when I got home from work. His Mum and Dad were out and said he had ordered a pizza and he had something to show me. On the table was a new magazine he had got from Mark. I could feel my face blush a little and flicked through the pages. He grinned at my obvious interest and asked outright if I wanted my bottom smacked tonight. It was surreal to be having a normal conversation about such a thing but it was hardly a secret now so I avoided his eyes and shrugged “OK”.

I went to get a shower and as I walked upstairs Robbie told me to wait. He ran into his room and threw six magazines on my bed and told me to find an outfit that best matches any of the covers for when I returned downstairs. I knew instantly I could match one of the outfits easily. It was only a white vest top without a bra and plain white knickers and little white ankle socks and some black sandals. The girl in question was about the same build as me and fastening my hair into a pony-tail in the mirror after my shower I thought I looked much better than her in the same outfit.

Robbie gave me a whistle when he saw me and I even did a little twirl for him and let out an excited giggle. He told me to wait in the lounge in my usual position while he got a drink and then I heard him sit on the sofa. He admonished me for not having my bottom out properly and said he obviously needed to have me in the corner more often as I was getting slack. His strict tone gave me a warm glow all over and I arched my back as much as I could until he was satisfied.

“Come and stand here then young lady.” he instructed me. “And the knickers look very nice but they belong at your knees while we have a chat,” he grinned.

I hesitated but knew I wasn't going to refuse and slowly pulled them down to my knees then eased my legs apart enough to hold them and put my hands back on my head. He smiled approvingly and sat back to study my exposed pussy. He asked me outright if I had enjoyed Christmas day and did he tan me hard enough with the brush or could I have taken more. I was totally honest and admitted I had enjoyed it and confessed that at the time I thought the spanking with the brush was hard enough but later on I felt I could have had more. I added that maybe not all at once but maybe more prolonged with a little time to recover in between. He looked delighted and motioned me to take a couple of steps closer to him. His hand reached out and traced around the edge of my pubic hair the same as last time.

“So what do you think about losing all this hair, now Ryan wont see it for a few months?” he asked.

I bit my lip and replied. “It is up to you Sir, it's not up to me how I keep my pussy from now on.”

I had such tremendous shame saying the words out loud and actually calling him “Sir” but I knew it was the truth. He was my “Sir” from now on and all I wanted was to show how obedient I could be. Most girls in the magazines seemed to call the men that disciplined them “Sir”. Some would use “Master” but that didn't appeal to me at all. Uncle was popular, whether real or not it seemed suitable. Robbie was delighted with the use of “Sir” and asked me if I would call him that from now on. Even in front of his Mum and Dad and anyone else who happened to be around. I could imagine how embarrassing that would be for me but agreed anyway.

“So when we have you bald as a baby down here, how about we have you dress more suitably when you get home from work my girl,” he grinned and emphasized “down here” with a light slap to my pussy.

Several Stories and articles in the magazines would have the girl dress in a certain way. A sort of punishment outfit or just something to reduce the girl from adult status. I had such a delicious tingle between my legs and agreed without question that it was an excellent idea and I would run to my room to change out of my work clothes and dress in whatever we decided for the next few weeks. We discussed the types of outfits that could be suitable and even a school uniform was mentioned which made me shudder and push my hips forward a little more.

“Were you disappointed that my cousins Pete and Simon didn't get to see you like this, or Uncle Dave?” he quizzed me even more.

Once again I bit my lip and answered honestly, “It would have been so shameful for me to have the younger boys see me but I have been a bitch to them before so it would have served me right,” I admitted.

He looked delighted and tugged my pubic hair again. “So shall we get some more items to tan your bare bum with, like a cane or a strap or something?” he asked.

I was too thrilled to speak clearly now and nodded my head eagerly. He kept toying with my pubes making me push my hips out lewdly. We agreed that I would order some implements online and we would spend the next couple of weeks testing their effect on my bare bottom. We also discussed positions and he asked me which ones I found interesting that I had seen in the magazines. I told him I would have to try them all and see how they actually felt when I did them for myself. I hesitated then asked if I could just show him one that was from my favorite story I had read so far. Of course he agreed and without thinking I shuffled over to the armchair in the corner of the room and knelt on the seat. I lifted my knees onto each arm and felt my knickers so tight that they might even rip as I bent right over the backrest and pushed my bum right up.

“Oh Beckie, that's brilliant!” he exclaimed. “Your cute pink arsehole is almost winking at me,” he laughed.

Even Ryan had not seen me so exposed but I felt dizzy with the thrill of showing myself to his little brother like this. My knickers were cutting into the side of my knees and he obviously noticed and asked if it would be better if i took them right off. I scrambled up and pushed them down over my shoes and quickly got up on the chair again. I tried to get my knees even wider now and arched my back as much as I could. I actually tried to let my bum cheeks open more but I had no idea if that made any difference as they were already wide apart.

“Thank you Sir for letting me show myself like this,” I hesitated, “Please may I do this in front of your Mum and dad?” I asked politely.

He laughed and without warning he ran his finger along the cleft of my bottom. His finger circled my quivering bum hole then he withdrew his hand and delivered a sharp series of hard slaps to my cheeks. A few muffled yelps escaped from my mouth, more from the surprise than the actual pain, although he was slapping really hard. I sensed him step back and then he really made me gasp as he spoke.

“Shall we ask Mark over to see you like this?” he asked.

A sudden jolt of fear ran through me but I knew I couldn’t refuse. “Yes Please Sir.” I replied with genuine enthusiasm.

He didn't need telling twice and was soon busy on his phone texting. He gave me further chills when he said that Mark was looking forward to it but he wasn't going to be so nice this time. I knew I could trust Robbie but being in the house without Elaine made me feel even more nervous. The familiar knock on the door gave me a sudden intake of breath and I concentrated so hard to stay still in this obscene position. He burst out in laughter as he walked in the room to be greeted by such a sight.

“Well Beckie it's nice to see the best side of you, more attractive than your face for sure.” he laughed again.

His hand roamed all over my bum cheeks and right between them. Then he reached right between my wide apart legs and grabbed hold of my pussy hair. He tugged down hard, making me gasp out loud. Robbie warned me to keep my bum right up and I struggled against his spiteful pulling of my pubic hair to maintain my position. They were both laughing then at last he let go and smacked my wide open bum cheeks the same as Robbie had done and equally as hard. He walked around and pulled my head up by my pony-tail to look me in the eyes.

“So Robbie tells me you like to display yourself like this and dont mind who sees you, is that true?” he grinned.

Of course I didn't want to contradict him, “Yes, Yes Mark Sir, anyone can see me like this,”

Another hard slap made me hiss through my teeth, “To show how much more mature you think I am than you, how about you call me Uncle Mark from now on?” despite it being a question I knew it was more a command.

“Oh Yes, of course Uncle Mark, and thank you so much for coming over to help Robbie teach me a lesson.” I replied.

He let go of my hair and flicked his hand then he stopped and looked down at his own hands as he could see he had actually pulled out hairs from my pussy. He smiled and walked back behind me and I could hear him talking to Robbie quietly so I couldn't make out what he was saying. Before I could get my breath back he took hold of my pubes again and once again tugged down. My knees sank into the armrest of the chair even more and I struggled to keep my bum up in the air. He let go and announced to Robbie that he should have a go at tugging my pussy hair like that as it was “cool” and they wouldn’t be able to do it once I was shaved.. I whimpered as once again fresh pain was inflicted on my pussy as this time Robbie grabbed my pubes and pulled down hard. For a brief moment I thought about Ryan and how he preferred my pussy with hair but the agony of having it pulled like this made me pray to be shaved totally.

“Please Robbie Sir and Uncle Mark, will you shave my pussy as bald as a baby.”I begged.

The room filled with the sounds of their laughter and then the unmistakable sound of a “Click” of a phone taking a picture brought a new wave of shame over me. I turned my head and Mark was pointing his phone at my upthrust bottom and widely splayed knees. With a huge grin across his face he clicked a few more times. Robbie looked a little uncertain but with no protest from me his friend continued.

“Oh that's much better now with your face in the picture.” he laughed, “Smile Becky we don't want everyone to think you’re not enjoying this.”

Without even stopping to think who he might show the pictures to, I actually smiled. That made him laugh more but Robbie told him not to spread the pictures around school or anything. He agreed and then said to him that it was just some before and after pics and why didn't he go and get the shaving things ready. It seemed clear that Mark was more the “Alpha” in their friendship and whether it was reading the magazines or something else he was more confident having a near naked girl to torment that Robbie was. He put his phone back in his pocket and told me to put my head back down. His hands were back on my bottom but only for a second as then he ran his finger down the cleft of my bum cheeks and directly onto my bum hole, almost pressing his finger inside a little.

“Looking forward to losing all this pretty pussy hair then girl?” he asked and ran his fingers right along my slit and tugged my pubes again.

With a gasp I could only nod to answer his question which made him smile again. I listened as he told me that his Granddad hadn't believed him, that it was Robbie’s older brother’s girlfriend who had been taking the magazines. With his hands still roaming all over my bottom he informed me that maybe we should go and visit him at the weekend so I could say “Sorry” and also show him how I liked to have my bottom smacked like the girls in the magazines. I was struggling to keep my bottom up in this obscene position but knew I was unable to refuse whatever was said now.

“Oh Uncle Mark, please ask your Granddad if he would like to smack my bottom himself for being such a naughty girl.” It was like acting out a scene I had read in pages of the elicit magazines.

With a hefty, hard slap to my bottom I was told to get up and go to the kitchen where Robbie was waiting for me. He had laid a large fluffy bath towel on the table and got the razor and scissors as well as some moisturizing cream and even some latex gloves. He looked so confident as if he had done this a hundred times before. I knew several stories in the magazine depicted girls getting shaved but never in both our wildest dreams could we have foreseen this actually happening. Mark was standing with his phone in his hand again taking more pictures as I climbed right up on the table and lay down flat.

“Legs nice and wide Beckie.” smiled Robbie “and push that pussy right up and keep it still.”

I did as he said and didn’t want to look down at my own pussy and leaned my head back to stare at the kitchen wall. I heard the sound of the scissors and gave a little tremble as I felt a slight touch on my pubic mound. After a few minutes he announced it was clipped and ready for the razor. He snapped on the gloves and then made me wince as he squirted a little shaving foam between my legs. I glanced up to see such a look of concentration on his face as he began to shave me while his grinning friend watched on. He pressed firmly on various parts of my pubic mound to stretch the skin a little as he ran the razor all over several times.

I was feeling numb at being handled so intimately like this let alone knowing that pictures were being taken by the grinning Mark. A light smack to the inside of my right thigh made me look up and Robbie just smiled and told me to get up on all fours so he could shave around my bum hole. I rolled over on the table and did as he said. My knees wide apart and my head down pushing my bottom right up. Mark at last put his damn phone down but only so he could grab both my bum cheeks with his hands and pull them as wide open as he could.

“Go on Robbie, finish her off with the razor then it's my turn to rub some special oil on her pussy,” he said with a hint of mystery.

“Oh wow, you actually got some then, I thought you didn’t have the money,” Replied Robbie.

I was confused now as to what they were talking about as the razor worked all between my bum cheeks and even around my open bum hole. With a satisfied “all done” Robbie told me to stand up and go and look at myself in the hall mirror. I got off the table and saw them both smiling as I walked to face the mirror. With the white vest top and little cute white socks and black patent sandals and my bare, hairless pussy so prominent I had to give an almost double take that it was actually me. I looked more like a ten year old rather than a grown woman and felt my legs tremble as a shiver of excitement ran through my body.

“It's all in Spanish!” exclaimed Mark as he held up a bottle of what looked like cough medicine.

“Of course it is you idiot,” laughed Robbie, “it's come all the way from Mexico, it's probably not even legal in this country,”

I began to panic now and asked what it was. Mark told me it was none of my business and to get my freshly shaved pussy back up in the air. I wanted to refuse but my body was not listening to my mind as I climbed back up on the table. I had convinced myself that I was no longer in control and wanted to keep up this bizarre charade of being some character in the magazines that had to do exactly as she was told. Robbie took off the gloves and handed them to Mark. my bum cheeks were almost off the table. I was lifting my hips as much as I could to get my pussy up. With a mocking condescending “Good girl” he began to drizzle the liquid onto my pubic mound.

“This is going to sting young lady,” he smiled. The use of “Young lady” was so common in the magazines it just felt natural for him to call me that.

The mysterious liquid felt cold as Mark began to massage it all around my pussy. He even told me to lift my knees up so he could get right down in the crack of my bum. All the time he had a smug satisfied smile on his face. Gradually a burning sensation began to spread all around where his hands had been. The sting was getting more and more intense as he stood back to look down at me. He calmly put the top back on the bottle as my whole pussy was on fire now. I couldn’t stay still any longer and got up off the table and began to dance around the kitchen with my hands between my legs.

“Oh god! Oh what the hell is it, what is it supposed to do?” I yelled.

They were watching in amusement when a knock at the door interrupted them. Robbie went to answer it and it was the pizza being delivered. The door was wide open and the guy could see clearly right through into the kitchen. I was still dancing around with my hands clutched over my pussy and shaking my bum cheeks for them all to see. Mark was laughing with the bottle in his hand saying he didn’t speak any Spanish. Robbie took the pizza from the guy and apologized to him for my behaviour.

“Oh don't mind my brother's stupid girlfriend, she has just fried her pussy trying to get rid of her pubic hair,” he laughed.

The guy looked wide eyed and inquisitive at my display when Mark gave me a sharp hard smack to my bare bottom. I was in shock that he would do this in front of a complete stranger and I began to dance up and down even more at the total outrage of it all. Tears were running down my face as my pussy and between my bum cheeks were in total agony. Another hard slap echoed around the room as Mark grabbed my hands and pulled them up to my head.

“Stop behaving like a baby.” he hissed, “You wanted a bare bald pussy didn’t you?”

I pressed my knees together and fixed my hands to the top of my head as he pushed me along the hall to the door. I glanced over to the mirror again to see just how ridiculous I looked. My entire pubic mound was a bright vivid pink. Robbie held out the pizza to me and told me to take it and get some drinks and bring it into the room after I had finished my little tantrum. I was sobbing but did as he said without question. All three of them had a little chuckle as let out a polite;

“Yes Sir.”

“Blimey, I wish my brother’s girlfriend was as well trained as that.” laughed the delivery guy.