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The humiliating training of Emma

Part 1

The humiliating training of Emma

by Emma No knickers


PART ONE

My boyfriend (James) has always said I was a spoilt brat and always got my own
way and to be honest I had him wrapped around my little finger. My parent's were
quite well off and I usually got what I wanted, I still manage to get what I
want now but unfortunately my bum has to pay for it. My downfall to a "naughty
little schoolgirl" began in the most unbelievable of circumstances and it was
far from a private affair. During the summer we went to stay with my best friend
(Sharon) in Cornwall who had got herself a holiday job down there. After a long
drive we arrived at her small rented cottage and I was surprised to find she had
a found herself a boyfriend who was staying with her. I was even more surprised
to find out he was only eighteen years old (Sharon is Twenty-three and I am
twenty-five) and he was the typical beech bum type. He seemed to undress me with
his eyes as he was introduced as Greg and he said leeringly how he was pleased
to meet a "posh bird like me and was looking forward to seeing me on the beech.
I blushed in embarrassment and I was thankful when he invited James to go to the
pub with him and Sharon and I were left to catch up on old times together.
Sharon was always a bit more adventurous than me and had her fair share of
boyfriend's but Greg was not the usual type, she normally went for older guys
with money. She shocked me by saying how she was just using his body for a while
and actually made me blush with some of the things she said they got up to. The
cottage was quite small and for some reason we were given the bedroom that had a
walk-in wardrobe with all Sharon and Greg's clothes in. That night just as we
were getting ready for bed the bedroom door opened and in walked Greg, I was sat
on the bed stark naked and he never even blinked. "Don't mind me" he smiled and
proceeded to get something to wear for tomorrow. James just laughed at me sat
with my mouth open in shock and told me to relax we were on holiday. The next
day Sharon had to work and me and James spent the day on the beech. I had bought
a new swimsuit and James took great pleasure in embarrassing me by telling me
that he could see quite a lot of my pubes where it was ridding up between my
legs as I moved. I spent most of the day adjusting the material both back and
front as it pulled between my bum-cheeks. In the evening we all went out for a
drink and after a few pint's James laughingly told Greg about my costume. They
all thought it was very amusing and Greg humiliated me more by offering to give
my bush a little trim when we got back. When we did get back to the cottage we
had few more drinks and Greg picked up a pair of scissors and announced "it is
time for the lady's hair cut". Sharon and James grabbed me and laid me on the
floor and although I was a little drunk I didn't seem able to protest as my
skirt was pulled around my waist. All I could feel was the cool air between my
legs as he knelt on the floor. Sharon and my so-called boyfriend were in
hysterics as he moved my panties to one side and began to clip away.  I was
powerless to resist and I even stayed there when Sharon and James let me go. 
After a couple of minutes he proclaimed me "all done" and then I was told to go
and put on my swimsuit for them all to see. Meekly I walked upstairs and put it
on, I seemed to be hypnotised to behave in this absurd fashion.  Back downstairs
I had to stand in front of each of them to see if they could see any stray pubic
hair sticking out of my costume. Greg then walked up to me and took hold the
sides of my swimsuit, with both hands he almost lifted my feet of the ground as
he pulled it up hard between my legs. "That's better" he confirmed and then once
more got the scissors to finish of properly he said.  After being told to remain
like that for the rest of the night and being made to fetch the drinks for
everyone at last it was time for bed. Despite the ridiculous ordeal I had just
undergone I was incredibly randy. The fact was not unnoticed by my boyfriend and
he took me on my knees across the bed much more forcefully than usual. A short
while later he was screwing me again and he talked to me about what had just
happened. Sex was usually quite boring and with slow gentle thrusts he had me
really worked up, "you enjoyed that didn't you" he teased "Greg knows how to put
you in your place" he carried on. With a feeling of excitement like I had never
known before I agreed and as I screamed to the best orgasm of my life James told
me that things were going to be different from now on. At breakfast they had me
blushing again when Sharon said it was obvious that I had enjoyed myself last
night. My whole personality seemed to have changed and I was no longer the aloof
snob who was above everyone but a meek mannered little girl under the control of
my so-called friends. Unfortunately for me things were going to get a lot worse
and decidedly more painful. In the pub that night Greg started a conversation
about the role of a girlfriend and it was full of arrogant sexist rubbish like
all men dream of. He went on to suggest that men should put the girl over their
knee for a spanking once in a while to keep her in her place. Then looking at me
he said that he had read about some women who actually liked the sensation of a
"smacked bum. Before I could speak they had decided to test Greg's theory out
and I was promised a spanking instead of a haircut when we got back to the
cottage. He carried on the conversation by saying how his uncle has a large
collection of "spanking magazines" in his shed and Greg had been reading them
for a good few years. James shocked me by saying how he would love to see some
of them and perhaps Greg should get some so they could get some idea's on what
to do with me later.  They both went off like over excited schoolboys to get
some and I was left alone with Sharon. She commented on how I had changed and
she couldn't believe the way I was allowing all this to happen to me. For some
unknown reason I found myself justifying my acceptance by saying you only live
once and you should try everything at least once. I don't know if I convinced
myself let alone her as my mind raced with the thought of what I had let myself
in for. They arrived home with a huge box and proceeded to sit for about half an
hour reading through them, making lewd comment's to each other about a
particular model's various attributes. I sat numb listening to "look at the
state of her arse", "she's gorgeous", "a lovely pair of tits" and such like as
Sharon went in the shower. When she came downstairs she sat expectantly on the
sofa and announced "come on then Give Emma a smacked bum I've got work in the
morning", so much for best friends. Greg then asked James what he thought I
should wear and suggested that I put my swimsuit on, Sharon then piped up "I've
got a really brief bikini she can wear" and they all agreed. The bitch was
looking forward to this as much as the boys, she led me upstairs to change and
she was right the bikini was minuscule. At the back there was just a strip of
materiel between my bum-cheeks and the top only just covered my nipples. The
first thing Greg said when I got downstairs was how he should get the scissors
as some of pubes were showing again. Thankfully Sharon said we didn't have time
and actually led me over her boyfriend's knee. I felt absolutely ridiculous laid
over an eighteen year olds knee waiting to be spanked like a four year old and
in front of other people as well. The first smack seemed to bring me back to
stark reality, what the hell was I doing here. As the slaps continued I felt I
would die of the utter humiliation I was going through and how had I got myself
in to this. Greg gloated triumphantly that this was fantastic putting a posh
snobby bitch over his knees and showing who was boss. James joined in saying how
it was about time I was brought down a peg or two and I could feel a tear of
absolute shame role down my cheek. I started to wriggle and squirm across his
knee and he took hold of my arm behind my back to hold me still. The smacks
echoed through the room and the pain was soon building up, "come on put some
effort in" Sharon egged her boyfriend on. He gave me a few much harder slaps and
the exclaimed that he thought I needed something more than his hand to see if I
really liked it. I was told to stand against the wall and even had to put my
hands behind my neck while they decided what was next for my bum. Sharon and
Greg went on a "hunt" for things to use and James came to stand besides me.
"This is a turn up for the books" he whispered  "we have found a way to treat
you haven't we, this will keep you in line from now on" and with that he gave me
a hard smack himself.  The whole situation was diabolical as they sat and
discussed the merits of each item they had come across.  The first one was a
slipper and with me bent over with my hands on knees and my bum stuck out Greg
gave me ten whacks with it.  Before the last one I could feel my the bikini top
fall away from my boobs and to be honest I am not very big up there and the top
was a little loose on me. Without thinking to adjust it as soon as Greg said
stand up I was reaching to rub my bottom. I could feel my breast's give a little
jiggle as I rubbed my bum and realised they were all grinning at me. Sharon came
and unfastened the top and took it off me, "Looks like you don't need this bit"
she laughed and then as she sat back down Greg said he wondered how long the
bottoms would last. He then really made me gasp with humiliation as he said to
the other two that they should have some fun with me and see if they could smack
my bum until I begged them to take off my bikini bottoms. James thought it was a
brilliant idea and before I could contemplate the embarrassing implications of
such a demeaning proposition I was again bent over waiting for more torment.
This time I was touching my toes and a plastic cooking spatula had been chosen,
the first smack took me by surprise, as it was much more painful than the
slipper. Over the next few the mortifying choice I had went through my mind,
suffer the pain or the shame. At the end of my ten my bum was really beginning
to hurt and once again I gave them a good view of my jiggling boobs as I
vigorously rubbed my behind. Now I had to kneel on the floor on my hands and
knees for the next implement, Greg mockingly grabbed hold of my bikini "still
want to retain your modesty" he taunted. At this particular moment I could not
think of a more immodest ordeal. I was shown a leather belt by Greg who dangled
it in front of my face, "let's see if I can persuade you to show us your pussy"
he laughed openly. His crude reference to my body made me shudder with shame and
the first stroke lashed across my bum cheeks. It was not as bad as the spatula
but it did have a cruel sting when the tip wrapped around my right bum cheek.
Greg noticed this fact and without a pause he gave me ten more "back-hand"
strokes to even it up as he put it.  I still had to remain knelt on the floor
and Sharon came to kneel besides me. I moaned as she reached out and ran her
hands over my bum, she gently soothed the pain and told me how red my bum was.
James gave Greg a can of beer and told him how he had got me in my rightful
place and told him to continue until I was howling like a baby. Greg laughed and
joked how he was trying to make it last as long as possible and he was trying to
remember all his favourite positions out of the magazines to put me in. He went
on to say how he was really looking forward to stripping me stark naked and
seeing everything I had got between my legs and how when I finally begged to be
stripped he was going to give me ten more with his favourite instrument. He
exclaimed how he thought of having a twenty five-year-old women like me under
his control was his dream come through especially as I was a "rich bitch" as he
put it. My ordeal was becoming more shameful by the minute but I could not
protest and couldn't believe I was so willing to go along with their obscene
game. Even Sharon gave me a smack as she stopped rubbing my bum and as I stood
up I saw Greg bringing a chair in to the room. He looked me straight in the eye
and made me blush with pure shame as he laughed "I think you're starting to
enjoy this aren't you Emma". Then he cupped my breast and teased my erect nipple
between his fingers, "quite a dark horse aren't you" he carried on playing with
my boobs as I sobbed "please no".  A plastic ruler was my next item and I was
made to stand at the back of the chair and bend over with my hands on the seat.
The back-rest pressed in to my tummy and Greg eased my legs apart. Then he
announced he was tired of standing up and he sat on the sofa, I had to shuffle
across with chair to where he was sat. When he was satisfied I was close enough
he stroked the back of his hand up my legs and told me how he thought my bum
could do with a rest and he thought my legs needed smacking. He sounded such a
conceited bastard but I could not help feel a strange kind thrill how he had
brought me under his total control and me a twenty-five year old woman. He used
the ruler to flick the backs of my legs and the sharp sting had me pushing my
legs further apart. When he had given me ten on each leg he gave me a mocking
pat between my legs with the ruler, "Still not ready to show us this" he asked.
I couldn't answer him and the silence was broken by a giggling Sharon, "what do
you think of this" and I could see her give something to Greg. "Fantastic" he
enthused and showed it to James, it turned my wonderful best friend had made me
my very own whip!

She had used a torch as the handle and at the end was a loop to which she had
fastened four lengths of nylon rope about two feet long. "Now for a proper
flogging" pronounced Greg and I was led up to the wall and told to stand with my
legs apart and my arms touching the wall level with my shoulders. He traced the
home made whip down my back and as he teased me with it he told me I deserved
this for being a stuck up bitch. To compound my shame I replied with a quiet
"yes" and laughter greeted the first stroke. He brought it down across my back
although fairly gently at first the next few became harder and I think he was
testing my reaction to it. I must admit it felt very symbolic to be "whipped"
and against all my sensibilities and pride I was beginning to get a sexual
satisfaction to my treatment. I had a frightening thought come in to my head and
I imagined him turning me around and "whipping" my breasts. I could hear
muttering conversation as I was left against the wall and I actually shuddered
with excitement at the thought of my tits being punished. A voice in my head
told me it was absurd to actually enjoy this but I was more than enjoying it I
was craving it. I felt like screaming how I wanted my tits thrashing and to be
made to crawl naked around the room begging for more. I took a deep breath and
without being told I turned round and knelt in the middle of the room. I was
facing them all and with my arms behind me I grasped my ankles and thrust my
tits out as much as I could. I could see all their faces stare at me and Greg
came up to me, he trailed the whip over my heaving chest. "So my pretty little
Emma thinks I should whip her tits" he smiled and as I closed my eyes every inch
of my body burned with humiliation as I said, "Please, I am a stuck up bitch who
deserves it". Sharon gasped "Emma" and I could hear my boyfriend almost choke on
his beer and tell Greg to go ahead and give me what I wanted. My nipples were as
hard as could be and I was literally shaking with suspense as he continued to
run the whip over my boobs, "you're getting randy" he laughed and again he
waited for a response. "Yes, yes" I said pleadingly wanting something to happen
but he was in no hurry. "I bet you never dreamed you would see your best friend
waiting to have her tits whipped" he laughed to Sharon, I could not be more
humiliated as they all waited expectantly. As before the first stroke was pretty
tame but my aching tits welcomed it. He increased the force and my nipples felt
like they would explode as they felt the impact of the whip. He changed his
position and brought the whip up from below my tits and caught the underside of
my boobs and by now I was yelping like a puppy. He showed no signs of stopping
and he even walked behind me to fetch the whip over my shoulders and on to one
breast at a time. With tears running down my face at last he stopped, I couldn't
move and my whole body seemed fixed in position. Gradually I looked down at my
boobs and they were covered in bright red blotches, and even this sight gave me
a thrill as I realised I had been thrashed for my own pleasure and my tormentors
amusement. Sharon gave me a drink and the atmosphere was a little tense as I
think Greg may have thought he had gone too far especially as my boobs began to
get even redder.  I had an urge to go and kiss him and tell him how fantastic it
had been but I still wanted more and I was determined not to break the spell of
being under his control. I winced as Sharon brushed her hands over my boobs and
she said how she couldn't believe the whip marks on me. I stood up and with my
hands behind my back I walked up to where Greg and James were sitting. I stood
straight with my legs apart and looked at Greg, "Well if you want to see what's
between my legs you'll have to do better than that" and for the first time it
was Greg's turn to look surprised. He soon regained his authority and once again
I was over the chair this time kneeling on the seat and reaching right down the
back with my arms. He held my bikini again and taunted me saying was I looking
forward to him taking them off me and I even sounded cheeky as I replied "we'll
have to see". I could see Sharon's face and she looked completely "gobsmacked"
and I couldn't blame her. Greg was now holding a table tennis bat and without
pause he gave me the full ten in quick succession. I gave out a series of gasps
and moans as the bat brought my attention away from my boobs and back to my bum.
"I quite like this" he exclaimed and I was given another ten this time a bit
harder. I was taking quick breaths and shuffling on the chair. Greg took the
liberty of giving my bum a good feel and the tormenting swine even gave me a few
pinches. These really made me squeal and with a final smack to my bum I was
allowed up. He asked Sharon to clear the things of the table now, as he wanted
his "pretty bitch" as he called me on my back over it. The considerate soul gave
me a cushion for my head as I lay on the table, I was embarrassed to have to
pull my legs up to my chest and hold them with my hands behind my knees. He then
pushed my knees apart and calmly looked down at me, "I'm going to have you like
this when these come off " he grinned and again snapped the waistband of my
bikini. I gave a little tremble of shame as I realised how exposed I knew I
would end up. He offered Sharon and James a seat at the table and they eagerly
sat at each side of me. I couldn't believe how close they all were to me as I
saw Greg pick up a wooden spoon from the kitchen. He took a seat himself and
began to stroke my bum with the spoon.  Then he gave me a sharp smack with it,
it was quite a nasty sting and much worse than I was anticipating. "So you're a
stuck up bitch are you" he taunted and with a few more slaps with the spoon I
was made to answer him. "Have we brought you down a peg or two now" he asked and
again I was made to say "yes". Then the arrogant bastard actually made me thank
him for showing them all what an obedient little girl he had made me. He made me
say that I was not a grown woman but a naughty little girl who deserved to be
thrashed as hard as they liked. Then he tapped my pussy with the damn spoon and
slowly made me say how I was going to let him take my bikini bottoms off and
show them all I had between my legs. He continued to give me some really hard
slaps with the spoon all the time talking to me and making me repeat more
humiliating things. I had to admit that my pussy was getting wet and how I was
desperate to reach an orgasm, all the time Sharon and James looked on in
amazement. I knew the time had come and I took a deep breath to summon up the
courage and said to Greg "please will you strip me naked". A shiver ran through
me as I spoke and Greg stood up only to put his arm behind my knees and pin me
to the table. He delivered five smacks to each bum cheek in exactly the same
spot and I yelled for him to please stop and strip me instead. He let me stand
and then with every one back on the sofa he told me it was not as easy as that
and he was really going to make be beg properly. He picked up the ruler and bent
it almost in two, "when I have stripped you, I am going to have you back over
the table and smack you're pussy with this" he said menacingly.  A stab of
absolute humiliation shook my body as I pictured the scene. "Please you can't" I
sobbed and he just laughed that he could whatever he liked and he was going to
prove it. I began to really beg him now just to strip me and look at whatever he
wanted, I even began to cry that this was not fair as I had done everything and
more that he had asked.  "That's quite a tantrum Emma", he mocked and I realised
what a spectacle I was making of myself, he really had me behaving like a
naughty little girl. I was left to sob and snivel as I was told to stop crying
and to ask to be stripped when I was ready. Greg went to sit next to Sharon and
I was dismayed to actually hear her congratulate him, "I can't believe what
you've reduced her to, anyone would think she was five not twenty-five" she
laughed. James continued and said how I would be a different person from now on
and he would be using a similar approach to ensure I behaved myself. I was told
to go and wash my face just like a five year-old and despite my acute
humiliation I still needed to finish my ordeal. Greg asked me if I had anything
to say and I repeated that I wanted him to strip me. He then asked me what he
was going to do to me when I was naked and after hesitating I replied "your
going to smack me with the ruler". "Where" he asked and I looked at the floor
and mumbled "between my legs", "you mean your pussy" he mocked me even more and
I was made to say "Yes, my pussy". He was sitting like the cat that got the
cream and he wasn't ready to let me go yet. "Do you deserve it" he asked again I
had to say yes and a little giggle from Sharon greeted my answer. "Do you want
it" he continued to mock me and I knew I had to carry on this cruel charade. I
was beginning to get angry at the way he was extracting every possible ounce of
humiliation from me and pleaded with him to get it over with. "On your knees" he
barked and the sudden change in the tone of his voice made me shiver, I was made
to shuffle towards him. He told me to ask him very politely to strip me and
smack my pussy. I couldn't believe how much Sharon was enjoying my shame as she
had a look of intense satisfaction on her face. "Please will you strip me and
smack my pussy" I said in my most pleading voice possible. "I think after I have
took the trouble to teach you some manners you should at least call me sir" he
said amusingly. With another giggle from Sharon I put the word sir in my
request. The bastard was still determined to make me grovel beyond belief as I
was told to see if my boyfriend had any objection to me having my pussy smacked.
I had to crawl over to him and even he didn't seem to have any sympathy for my
never-ending torment. "Please will you let Greg strip me and smack my pussy" I
said not recognising the words that came out of my mouth. "Well he has certainly
brought you to your knees, he may as well finish the job" and he was joined by
Sharon and Greg in laughter. I was made to crawl back to the middle of the room
and this time he told me to ask Sharon for her permission. "Please can your
boyfriend strip me and smack my pussy" I was on automatic pilot as I spoke the
most embarrassing words of my life. She clapped her hands in amazement and said
how she couldn't believe what she was seeing she even asked if Greg if he had
put something in my drinks. Greg told her that he had read in one of those
magazines how the humiliation of a grown woman receiving a spanking or such like
could be a powerful emotion and some women find it a huge turn on. She asked me
incredulously if I was enjoying all this and I could only stammer that I didn't
know. James said it was blatantly obvious that I was relishing this kind of
treatment and Greg had certainly found which of my buttons needed pressing so to
speak. Greg reached down and squeezed my nipple "James is right you love it
don't you" again I could only reply that I didn't know.  I was grateful when
Greg told me to stand up and since I had asked like a good little girl he would
take my bikini bottoms off for me. I don't know how my legs held me up as he
slowly pulled them all the way down to my ankles. I was then led to the table
and knew what position I had to adopt, in slow motion I lay across the table and
bring my legs up to my chest, With a deep breath I open my knees as far as I
can. I was shaking with shame as Greg sat in front of my splayed open legs,
"well that's quite a view Rachel" as if he was congratulating me. Sharon and
James came to have a close look and then they even moved the chairs so that they
were all sat gazing right inside me. He began to give me some very light smacks
with the ruler on the insides of my legs and still he was determined to make me
ask him to continue his actions. All I could say was "please" as the ruler got
nearer and nearer my sex.  A few light smacks sent shock waves through me and I
groaned in abandoned lust. I was entering a world of my own when the giggling
voice of Sharon chimed out "My god Emma even your bum hole is open" and I shock
with unbelievable arousal at my complete humiliation. I did not care if I could
look them in the face in the morning all I cared about was having the most
fantastic orgasm in my life for the second day in a row. Soon I was moaning and
gasping for Greg to do it harder and faster and for once he did as I wanted and
skilfully brought me to a shattering orgasm. My whole body shook on the table
and I clenched my hands between my legs tight against my pussy. "You cruel
bastards" I sobbed and to their delight I used my own fingers to continue my
climax.  I didn't notice Greg and Sharon disappear but I saw James undressing
and could only lay limply as he used my open sex to satisfy himself. I stayed in
bed the following day and couldn't bear to face them but around lunchtime Sharon
came in to the room. She had a large jar of "after Sun" cream and proceeded to
pull the sheets of me. She grinned that she knew it was not sunburn but thought
this would help. I could only remain still as she soothed the beautiful cream in
to every nook and cranny of my body. Soon Greg and James walked in and it seemed
irrelevant that I was completely naked with my best friend rubbing cream around
my pussy. Greg asked how I was and leaned over and kissed me and then in front
of their eyes again I was brought to orgasm promising to let them do it all over
again.




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