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  So I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say “Whatever you want,” and I knew I was lost.

  “Raise your dress,” Dan said. “Let's see how obedient you have been.”

  I remained sitting and pulled the skirt of my dress up, but I was mostly hidden by the table top.

  “No, get up” he said, “and show us all,” and so I did, my heart pounding, my face beetroot red. I kept the skirt of my pretty fifties-style dress up and my eyes on the floor.

  “Jeez, no knickers. Showing us her pussy.” Alison said.

  “Does she do what you tell her then, Dan? Whatever you tell her?” Tom said.

  “Yes,” he said. “Or if she doesn't, I punish her. It's up to her.”

  “So would you tell her to, like, suck my cock?” Tom said.

  I started at that. He wouldn't do that, would he?

  “No way,” Dan said. “She's not putting her mouth round your filthy dick, Tom, so forget it.”

  “What about putting her mouth around yours? Would you tell her to do that?”

  “I could, but I'm not doing that here, so you can forget that as well. You can watch a porno if you want to watch a cock being sucked.”

  “I still think you should punish her now. She was very rude to me at dinner,” Alison said.

  “What do you think, Kat? Were you rude enough to be punished?” Dan asked.

  I knew he was giving me a get-out clause again. If I said “no,” this wouldn't go any further. They'd had their fun with me. I'd have had my spell of humiliation, and that would be an end to it, at least until I was alone with Dan, and then I'd pay for my rudeness. But somehow I didn't want this to end. Being punished in front of these old friends of Dan's was exciting me rather than horrifying me. How could that be? I didn't know, but that's the way it was that night. I nodded.

  “She really wants to be punished!” Alison said. She had been watching me intently and had, no doubt, seen my nod. I hated that she knew about my need to be disciplined, but the shame of that just made me want it all the more.

  “Go and put some panties on then,” Dan said, “so we can pull them down,” and they all laughed again. Oh, they were in high spirits that night.

  My mood was different as I made my way to the bedroom, listening to their excited laughter as I went. My throat was in my mouth. My heart was beating out my chest. But the fear and apprehension about my impending humiliation were mixed with a deep need to do this. I had no idea what was going on in my psyche that was making me want this. I only knew I wanted it.

  I put some plain white panties on, the least sexy ones I owned and returned to the dining room, but the three of them had retired to the lounge.

  “We're in here,” Dan shouted, and I joined them, not knowing what to do with myself. Should I take my place on the couch next to Dan or just wait by the door? I felt more awkward than I had in a long time. It was as if I had grown an extra pair of arms and didn't know what to do with them.

  “Do you make her stand in the corner or anything while she waits to be punished?” Tom asked.

  “No, not usually,” Dan said. “We just get right to it. Come over here, and sit next to me, Kat.”

  I nuzzled up to him. “Are you sure you're okay?” he whispered in my ear. “You want this?”

  “Yes,” I whispered back, “I do.”

  I couldn't blame him after that for what followed. I'd virtually spelled out that I wanted to be humiliated.

  “How do you spank her?” Alison asked. “Over your knee?”

  “Yes, usually,” Dan said.

  “And when it's not over your knee?” she said.

  “Well, we've tried various places. Over the kitchen counter. Leaning over the bed. Touching her toes. That kind of thing.”

  “I suppose, you wouldn't want it to get boring,” Tom said, and they all laughed again.

  I was still nuzzled up to Dan, not looking at anyone.

  “Where would you like me to spank her?” Dan asked.

  “I don't know,” Tom said. “It all sounds good to me.”

  “I know,” Alison said. “How about she gets up on the coffee table on all fours where we can all see her?”

  “Up you get then, Kat. That's as good as any other place,” Dan said.

  He'd never ever had me do that for a spanking. Being on all fours like an animal was humiliating in itself. I loved the doggie position when we had sex, but for a spanking? I wasn't sure.

  The table was covered in glasses. I started clearing them off and moving them to the side tables.

  “Oh, Alison can do that,” Dan said, and she looked keen enough to help—it was the first time the bitch had cleared anything from a table since she'd been in our house.

  I clambered up. It was a bit hard on my knees, but I thought I'd be okay for the duration of a quick punishment. The full skirt of my dress was getting in the way though.

  “We'd better take your dress off, I think,” Dan said. “It will save someone having to keep it from covering your bottom all the time.”

  I got off the coffee table, and Dan unzipped my dress and pulled it away from my arms and off my body, so I stood there in my white bra and panties.

  “Schoolgirl knickers!” Alison said. “Do people still wear them?”

  “Don't mock, Alison,” Tom said. “You can't beat a pair of white panties on a woman, especially when they turn transparent at the crotch like hers are.”

  “God, yes, you're right. She's soaked them through,” Alison said.

  Dan looked at me, his brows raised, and felt between my legs over my panties. He looked at his fingers. They were soaking with my juices. “You really are enjoying this,” he said, “aren't you?”

  From that moment on, he didn't spare my blushes for one second. I'm sure he agreed to more of their suggestions than he would have otherwise done, knowing how turned on I was.

  I got back on the table, my breath coming in short gasps, my breasts threatening to fall out of my bra as I leaned over my arms.

  Dan pulled my panties down to my knees, so I was ready for my spanking. I felt so vulnerable displaying my bare bottom like that. I caught Tom out of the corner of my eye. He was moving round the table, probably working out where he could get the best view. I didn't know how much he could see between my legs. Almost everything, I guessed. And he’d probably see even more once the spanking began if I kicked my legs. Maybe it was a good thing my knees couldn’t stray too much— they were held together by my panties at half-mast. On the other hand, I couldn't keep my legs completely together, or I'd lose my balance when I was spanked.

  “I'm going to give you six,” Dan said. “You count.”

  And then he started. In fairness, he didn't hit me any harder than usual, and he knew I was well able to take six, but it just felt worse on that coffee table in front of Alison and Tom. I felt every stinging slap and anticipated the next. I counted obediently. It would soon be over. I could go to bed then and escape them all.

  But when six were done, Tom said he thought he should have a go. “It was my sister who Kat insulted, after all.”

  Dan agreed to that, and so I had to stay there and suffer the indignity for longer and receive more stinging slaps from Tom, while Dan stood at the front of the table, watching me and gauging my reaction. Who knew where bitch Alison was. Wherever she was, I knew she'd have a big smirk on her face.

  I realized, in horror, that Tom would be much closer to my body as he spanked me. He would be close enough to see exactly how wet and swollen I was by desire. He would see my clit poking through my folds, demanding attention. No one but Dan had ever seen me like that. I gulped and braced myself for each slap and counted them.

  In truth, despite the horror, I was doing okay with the pain, and I was getting more and more excited by the shame of it all. By that point, I was panting with need and trying to suppress groans of desire. I wanted Dan to get rid of his friends and take me right there on that coffee table, fucking me hard like there was no tomorrow. As Tom wallope
d me, I looked deep into the eyes of my husband, and he must have seen that this punishment was turning me on like nothing else ever had.

  “My turn,” Alison said, when Tom finished. I groaned. My bottom was already glowing and sore from the twelve slaps I'd received so far. I waited for her hand. I hoped it would be lighter than her brother's. But she said, “I want her on her back. You guys hold her legs up. She was so rude to me, twice today. I think she needs a better lesson in humility. You guys were too easy on her.”

  “Okay, on your back, Kat,” Dan said. “It looks like you're going to be spanked in the diaper position.”

  That was something else Dan had never done to me. Perhaps he'd always wanted to leave me some dignity. But apparently, bitch Alison had no such qualms. I swallowed my pride and turned over onto my back. The coffee table was cold and hard beneath me. I shut my eyes.

  “You might as well lose this too,” Dan said, unhooking my bra and pulling it away from my chest. “If we're going to be seeing so much of you, we might as well see all of you.”

  I gasped. I was going to be totally naked and exposed on that coffee table, and I felt like I could do nothing to prevent it, though I knew deep down I could have stopped it all if I really wanted to. It was easier for me to think they were making me do it, wanting to humiliate me, rather than that I wanted to be humiliated.

  “Nice tits,” Tom said. “Good couple of handfuls there. You're a lucky guy, Dan.”

  “Look at her nipples,” Alison said. “She's still loving this, isn't she? No matter what we do to her, she can't get enough. Guys, get hold of her legs.”

  Tom got on one side of me and pulled my leg back while Dan got on the other side of the coffee table and did the same. My thighs were wide apart then, and my pussy was stretched open in full view of everyone.

  “Look how wet she is, even down her thighs,” Alison said. “I didn't think anyone could enjoy being spanked and exposed this much. Pull her legs up a bit more, so I can reach her bottom.”

  I was shivering with anticipation, my behind already burning, and Alison slapped me not so much with power but with venom, as if she was punishing me not so much for my rude remarks but for my very existence. I had what she did not. I had Dan. Her slaps were short, sharp, stinging and in quick succession.

  “She didn't count those,” she said. “I ought to do them again, but I can't be bothered. It's not my thing at all.”

  She acted like she was bored with the whole process, dismissing everything that excited me so much. I thought that was the ultimate humiliation. But there was worse to come.

  “I'll do them for you, sis,” Tom said. “But I'd like to punish her tits instead, right across those nipples. What do you say, Dan?”

  I shut my eyes and held my breath. I couldn't decide, if I could bear that or not. Dan had never hit my breasts. He'd only ever spanked or paddled me on my behind.

  “Okay,” Dan said, “but you're not slapping her with your hands. You just want to get your hands on her tits. I know you, Tom Smith.”

  “What should I use then?” Tom said. “Have you got one of those kinky flogger things?”

  “No,” Dan said, “I don't.”

  “I'll get something.” Alison went off to the kitchen area and came back with a wooden spoon. “This do you?” she said to Tom.

  I gulped and wondered how it would feel to be struck by that. My heart hadn't stopped pounding since I had climbed on that coffee table in my underwear, and it was going at triple-time now.

  “Sit on the edge of the table and hold out your boobs to Tom,” Dan said.

  I sat up and held onto the edge of the table. It was a relief to put my feet on the floor again, then I held out my breasts and waited. Alison had stopped pretending to be bored by the whole thing and was watching with great interest.

  Tom pulled the spoon back and struck me squarely but with not too much force on my left nipple. I squealed with the pain of it.

  “Don't forget to count,” Dan said.

  “One,” I said, my nipple on fire.

  Then it was the turn of my right nipple to feel the sting of the spoon.

  “Two,” I managed to get out.

  “She's so turned on by all this,” Alison said, as if she could not believe it. “Look at how hard her nipples are, and so red.”

  I'm sure the guys already knew that. Their eyes had never left my breasts.

  Then Tom hit me again and again one side and then the other until I'd counted out six, three on each side and my nipples were throbbing painfully.

  Dan picked me up in his arms and held me then. I think he was worried it had all been too much for me, and it was true, I was exhausted, but I had loved every thrilling moment in all the horror and shame of it. I was glad I had been rude to his friend. She had deserved ever word I said, and it had given me this experience I'd never have otherwise had.

  Dan put me to bed and said he'd join me as soon as he'd said good night to his friends. True to his word, he was back at my side in no time at all.

  “You just want to sleep now?” he asked, stroking and soothing my sore bottom. “I thought for a moment out there you wanted me to fuck you, and it didn't matter who was watching...”

  “True,” I said “But now I'm just tired.” I felt so drained by the emotion and excitement of the experience, I fell asleep in no time at all.

  ***

  It was a different story in the morning, when I woke and remembered the night before. I felt so ashamed of how much I'd loved being spanked in front of everyone, and I worried how Dan would react.

  “You were so turned on, I couldn't believe it,” he said.

  “Were you shocked?” I asked. “Do you still love me?”

  “I've never loved you so much,” he said. “It was good to see you drop even more inhibitions,” and he kissed me. “I could tell Tom was jealous of what we had. He was always getting one over on me back in England when we were 16 in a kind of “I'm the King of the Jungle” way. And Alison's such a bitch, but she was perfect to push your boundaries. I wouldn't have dared suggest you did those things, but I could see you were loving it.”

  “Well I loved it, but I wouldn't want to do that every day or go any further than that. I'm glad you didn't let Tom touch me.”

  “There's no way I'd let anyone else have you. I let them spank you, but that was all they were ever going to be allowed to do.”

  “So you're not going to make me parade around outside in the nude and scare the neighbors.”

  “No, I'm keeping you all to myself. The pair of them will be back in England soon, and you need never see them again.”

  “I'll be really embarrassed today though.”

  “Don't worry about them. Own your sexuality, Kat. I love you just the way you are.”

  I kissed him then. I loved this man so much.

  “Anyway, before you go out there and face the terrible twosome, we have some catching up to do from last night I think. You were too tired to ravish me when I put you to bed, and I demand my conjugal rights now.” He laughed.

  “Are you ordering me to have sex with you?”

  “Only if you want to be ordered.”

  “I do.”

  My bottom and nipples were still a little tender, but otherwise I had no ill effects, not even the hangover I deserved after all that wine.

  “I might just have to fuck you in the diaper position though. That was hot.”

  I gave him a sly look and raised my legs, the memory of the shameful way I'd been exposed on the coffee table turning me on all over again.

  “Oh Kat, you're so wet again,” he said, as he ran his fingers over my folds and found my clit. He rolled it lazily around with his fingers, almost teasing me with an extra light touch. He knew I usually wanted more pressure than that. But it didn't take much to make me come that morning as his fingers worked their magic on the most sensitive part of me. I think I was still half wound up from the night before. I cried out as an orgasm caught me unawares, and my lim
bs shuddered at the intensity of it.

  “Well, that one's sure been building up,” Dan said and laughed. “I think I may just have to lick you until you have another one of those,” and he lowered his face to my folds and started lapping at me until I called out his name, and my body started shaking again with the effects of another orgasm.

  As I came the second time, he stopped licking and plunged his cock hard into me right to the hilt. Then he slammed into my depths over and over, in an almost brutal rough fucking—he knew that was exactly how I liked it. I was ready to give him everything I had. Even folded over as I was, still holding my legs behind my knees and presenting myself as completely open and available to him, I could not help wanting to do more, and my hips rose to meet each powerful thrust. He filled and stretched and pounded me with his cock, and I wanted to be filled and stretched and pounded. Our animal grunts and moans of pleasure filled the air as he took me over and over again until I cried out with another orgasm, and he released deep into my body with a loud groan.

  “I'll never get tired of that,” he said when we both came back to earth, “or of you, especially not of you. You're always surprising me.”

  “I like to keep you on your toes,” I said and laughed. I'd never felt so close to him. Alison was really no threat at all. Never had been.

  I think she knew that now. If she hadn't known it before my very public punishment, she knew it by the way Dan took care of me after the event, and she knew it from the noise that came from our bedroom that morning, because we'd made no attempt to be quiet. There was no need to be quiet for such guests. They knew everything anyway.

  When I eventually surfaced out of the bedroom, she was in the kitchen eating a slice of toast. She looked like she was more awkward about seeing me than I was about seeing her.

  “Morning, Alison,” I said. “I seem to have worked up quite an appetite. Would you like some eggs?”

  She declined, stuffed the rest of her toast down her face and made herself scarce.

  That day, Alison and Tom decided to move on to stay with friends of theirs near Yosemite. I nearly cheered to see Alison’s two mammoth suitcases and Tom's bag by the door. I was even able to give her a goodbye peck on the cheek, I was so happy to see her go.