American Blue (17 page)

‘Just your poop chute and we’re done,’ he said. ‘You’ll need to spread your cheeks again, honey, you’re a bit meaty for a straight shot. No, maybe not. Roll up in diaper position, would you?’

Jemima giggled, her expression crueler still as I lay down on the lawn and lifted my legs to display my anus in the way he wanted. Again the camera was poked at me, this time aiming between my open bottom cheeks; again it clicked and my anus had been added to the gallery.

‘Hold still, just want to check ’em,’ Tucker remarked, and I was left in my hideously embarrassing pose as he examined the pictures on his camera.

He seemed doubtful, and shuffled over to Janey, no doubt to ask if she thought the wet on my pussy had caused a problem with reflection, but she at least seemed satisfied.

‘Done,’ he finally declared. ‘Let’s get that tushie spanked, then. I’m not sure which site we’re going to put this on, so I’m doing mainly stills and three or four clips. This is how it goes: first off, we’ve got stepmom Penny giving her stepdaughter Jemmie a spanking, doesn’t matter what for. Next we have Mom going out on the lawn to read a book, only she goes to sleep, holding the book on her chest so her wrists are close together. The daughter’s looking out the window, panties still off because she’s been made to go bare as part of her punishment, right? She sees Mom and she decides to get her own back, so she borrows the handcuffs her dad likes to play kinky games with, and a long piece of rope, which she ties to them. She slings the rope over a branch, high up, handcuffs Mom and hauls her up. Mom’s caught, and she can complain all she likes, but she’s going to get a going over from daughter all the same. Got it all?’

I managed a feeble nod. Jemima had jumped up, clapping her hands in glee at the thought of having me tied and helpless.

‘Spanking first,’ Tucker said. ‘I think we’ll have you in jeans, Jemmie. OK, Penny, I want you to give her a good hard OTK, with plenty of scolding. Call her a brat and stuff, yeah?’

‘I won’t need to act then,’ I said.

He took a moment to get it, then laughed. Jemima had run into the house and the rest of us followed.

‘Kitchen, I reckon,’ Tucker said. ‘We can put some spilt cereal on the floor to make an excuse.’

He was still arranging things when Jemima came back, now in a pair of brand-new jeans so tight they looked as if they’d been painted on and so low that the waistband of her knickers showed at the back, a pair of bright red bikini briefs. She also had a little yellow skinny top over bare breasts, with her tummy showing and barefoot.

‘How’s this?’ she asked.

‘Cute, very cute,’ Tucker assured her. ‘You really look the part.’

She did, and Hudson was grinning paternally as she gave Tucker a twirl to show how the jeans hugged her bottom.

‘Start on her jeans, Penny,’ Tucker instructed. ‘That cute little ass in blue denim is too good to waste. Take your time with her too, but just by hand. Let’s go.’

He took up the camera and we began to play out the scene. I was feeling more confident now, and managed to act the part of a spiteful, angry stepmother to their satisfaction, first coming in and scolding Jemima for spilling her cereal, and then, when she answered me back, calling her a brat and announcing my intention of spanking her. She refused to accept it, telling me I had no right to punish her, so that I had to catch her by the hair in order to get her across my knee, with her fighting every inch of the way and Tucker constantly interrupting to make sure he got the best angles on her jean-clad bum.

‘Get her tits out,’ he instructed when I’d finally got Jemima pinned into spanking position.

‘Gladly,’ I told him, and hauled Jemima’s top high, exposing her tiny breasts to his camera.

She gave a shriek of rage so convincing that he decided to make a clip of the whole sequence, from when I took her by the hair to the first few smacks on the seat of her jeans. I had to do it again, and a third
time
, before they finally let me set to work on her, spanking the denim-clad ball of her bottom as she wriggled and kicked over my lap. Despite the situation I was enjoying myself, and gave it to her hard.

I was eager to get her bare too, and when the time came I made quite a production of it, holding her to unbutton her jeans and drawing them gradually down off her bum as Tucker took photograph after photograph. She was nicely pink, and the red bikini briefs had pulled a little way into her crease, leaving plenty of cheek sticking out on either side. I pulled them right up, unexpectedly, which made her squeak for real, and began to spank her with her bottom lifted in her panties.

Tucker was in raptures, photographing us from every possible angle and constantly praising the beauty of Jemima’s bottom and my inventiveness as a spanker. Both of us reacted as he no doubt wanted us to, playing to the camera, with Jemima kicking her long legs and shaking her beautiful hair, while I’d pulled her knickers up so tight that they’d slid up into the crease of her pussy.

‘Cameltoe cunt, I love it!’ Tucker declared as he took yet another picture of Jemima’s rear view in close-up. ‘Now pull them down, real slow. Fight it, Jemima.’

She didn’t need telling, writhing in my grip and calling me every name she could think of as I levered her panties slowly down off her bum. If I fight a stripping I tend to want to give in once I know my pussy is showing, and Jemima was the same, letting go of her panties and going suddenly limp the moment I had them far enough down to leave her sex lips peeping out between her thighs.

I saw Tucker squeeze his crotch as Jemima’s rear view came on show, and he took a whole series of pictures of her just with her panties down before I was
allowed
to start spanking her once more. Then he demanded a second clip. Jemima’s bottom was already rosy, and grew rosier still as I began to spank her properly, down over my knee and bare bottom, the way it ought to be done.

Nobody was hurrying, not even Jemima, who’d begun to stick her bottom up and had to be reminded that she was supposed to be hating every moment of what was happening to her. I found it just as hard to feign anger, since I was not only thoroughly enjoying myself but strongly aroused by the sight and feel of her little red bum and her squirming body.

When Tucker finally decided he’d got enough pictures I made Jemima strip from the waist down and ordered her to stay like that and go to her room. She did as she was told, snivelling all the while, and ran from the room rubbing her eyes, supposedly in floods of tears. Tucker went downstairs to photograph her crying on her bed while I went out with Janey, who found me a sun lounger and a book.

I was beginning to wonder if the men had decided to take advantage of Jemima’s excitement when I saw her at the window, looking sulky as Tucker photographed her bare red bottom from behind. He then came out to take the sequence of me settling down to read and falling asleep, which ended with me laid out with my hands crossed on my tummy and the book open on the grass beside me.

My eyes were closed, but I could hear them, and presently felt the cold metal of the handcuffs as Jemima snapped them into place on my wrists. I’d already started to shake for my coming punishment, but I wasn’t ready for the sudden jerk on my handcuffs, and came up with a squeal of surprise, to find Jemima grinning at me as she hauled on the rope, still in nothing but her tiny yellow skinny top.

I began to scream abuse at her, playing it for real as she hauled my arms high and tied the rope round the tree trunk. It wasn’t all pretence either, because it hurt and I was genuinely helpless, strung up so high I was on tiptoes and had no way to protect myself at all. Jemima stepped close, sneering, and there was nothing fake about the cruelty in her eyes.

‘Right, Mommy dearest, it’s payback time,’ she snarled.

‘Let me down this instant, you little brat!’ I snapped.

She shook her head, then spoke again.

‘No way, and I don’t care what you do to me later, I’m going to have my fun with you, right now. Let’s have that dress up and your panties off, first, shall we, and see how you like being made to go around with your bum and tits bare half the time?’

‘Get off me!’ I yelled as she took hold of my dress.

‘Slowly,’ Tucker instructed. ‘I want a different angle on this.’

I was stripped, my summer dress hauled high and tucked up under my armpits, my bra lifted up over my tits and my knickers pulled down to my ankles. Now that I was naked as well as helpless, Jemima began to walk around me, taunting me for what I was showing, then touching me, pulling my nipples erect and pinching my bottom, slapping my breasts and spreading the lips of my sex to inspect my cunt, and finally spanking me.

She did it by hand first, warming my bottom with stinging little slaps and laughing as I wriggled on the end of the rope. I was warm behind and must have been going pink when Tucker told her to get the paddle, and I felt my tummy start to flutter as I remembered how big the horrid thing was. When she emerged from the house with it in her hand I began to feel sick and wondered if I could beg off. It was even
bigger
than I remembered, a thing like half a plank, which I was sure would leave me unable to sit comfortably for a week.

‘Let’s have another clip here,’ Tucker announced. ‘Give me that scared look again, Penny, you look well for real.’

‘I am for real!’ I assured him. ‘Look, do you think we—’

‘This is too good to miss,’ he interrupted. ‘OK, Jemmie, ready when you are.’

‘I’m ready,’ Jemima assured him and began to walk forward, slapping the paddle against the palm of her hand.

‘Payback time, Mommy dearest!’ she repeated as she reached me.

‘Look, please, you can beat me but not hard. Please?’ I stammered, my voice full of very real panic. Tucker gave me a thumbs-up and carried on filming.

Jemima extended the paddle, lifting one of my breasts with the tip.

‘Not my tits, please!’ I babbled. ‘Do my bum, but not my tits, not with that thing, please!’

She laughed and gave me a little slap under one breast, then the other. It didn’t hurt, but the paddle felt horribly heavy. I was shaking as she went behind me, and useless, pathetic entreaties spilled from my lips as she pressed the thick, hard piece of wood across my bottom cheeks.

‘Please, not hard! Please, Jemima, you know I can’t take as much as you! No, please, I really can’t take it … no!’

I broke off with a scream as the paddle slapped down across my bottom, jamming me forward so that for a moment I lost my balance, swinging wildly on the end of the rope with my full weight on my wrists and my legs kicking in every direction. Jemima burst into
giggles
at the sight and Tucker gave me another thumbs-up, which I answered with an angry glare when I’d finally managed to get my feet back on the ground.

‘Look, seriously—’ I began, only to break off with another scream as the paddle smacked down on to my bottom.

Tucker was making frantic hand signals, which Jemima took as an instruction to keep going. Again she hit me, even harder, and again I lost my balance, but this time she didn’t stop, applying the paddle to my bottom over and over again as I went into a crazy, ludicrous dance, swinging on the end of the rope with my legs waving round as I struggled to stay upright, my tits bouncing wildly, and all the while begging her to stop.

Jemima never even slowed down, laughing wildly at my pain and desperation as she beat me – and not just on my bum, but on the front and back of my thighs as well, telling me to dance and jump, commenting on the way my breasts jiggled and how meaty my bottom was. Even when Tucker raised his hand to stop she carried on, catching me a hard slap under the turn of my bum cheeks, which made me jump and go into a series of ridiculous postures as I fought to regain my balance.

‘Great stuff, girls,’ Tucker said, turning off the camera just as I managed to get back on both feet, ‘but I always stick to four meg with clips, or people start complaining about the download time. Let me get some stills of that smacked butt, Penny, before you go any further, and do you think you can do that bit where you hang from your wrists with both legs kicked out again? It makes a great cunt shot, and I just love the look on your face.’

I was still too out of breath to answer, but as he picked up the stills camera Jemima decided for me.

‘Sure she can!’

The paddle hit my bottom even as she spoke and I slipped, my legs wide, with as much cunt as Tucker could possibly have wanted thrust straight out at his camera, but he shook his head.

‘You have to wait until I’m ready, Jemmie,’ he pointed out. ‘One more time.’

‘No, look,’ I began, and tried to sway my hips aside as Jemima swung the paddle in.

It was a mistake. The tip of the paddle caught my left cheek, sending me into a spin, one leg on the ground and the other stuck out as if in some insane ballet pose, a desperate effort to keep my balance, which failed as she caught me again, right under my cheeks. For one agonising moment my whole weight was on my wrists, my body jerking on the end of the rope as she continued to beat me. Meanwhile Tucker clicked away at what must have been as fine a display of cunt as he could possibly have hoped for.

‘Just stop it, you sadistic little bitch!’ I rasped as I finally managed to recover myself.

‘Temper, temper!’ Jemima taunted.

‘I think she’s had enough,’ Janey suggested.

I nodded my urgent agreement. My wrists were in agony, my bottom felt as if it was on fire, and although I had juice running down the insides of my thighs that did not make my pain any less real.

‘We just need to wrap it up, then,’ Tucker announced. ‘How about they end up in bed together?’

‘I don’t think that would be right for my character,’ Jemima answered him, just as if she was discussing a detail for a school play. ‘I think I should piss on her and leave her there.’

‘Good idea,’ Hudson agreed immediately.

‘I’m not sure,’ Tucker said. ‘Watersports and spanking don’t really mix.’

‘Please?’ Jemima urged. ‘Even if you don’t include it I want to do it anyway. I’ve always wanted to piss on somebody!’