Butter Wouldn't Melt (20 page)

Watching her change I was reminded of what AJ had said. People call me skinny, but she was like a broomstick, with barely enough flesh to fill out her tiny blue bikini, either at top or bottom. Yet she was undoubtedly a woman, with a rich growth of dark brown hair over her pussy and full, puffy nipples that seemed to be permanently erect. I really had no business to try to stop her from doing as she pleased, and yet it was impossible not to feel protective.

I spent a while sunbathing to let my lunch go down, telling myself there was a chance Jemima would get bored and go back to Granny's so Penny and I could strip off for mutual spankings and whatever else came to mind once we were warm
behind and turned on for sex. Penny didn't seem to have read the script, messing about with Jemima in the pool until I finally gave up and jumped in myself. It was impossible not to have fun, and I was soon splashing about as enthusiastically as the others, when Penny's bell went.

‘Jade?' I asked.

‘She's not coming up this weekend,' Penny told me.

She got out, pulled on a gown and went to the door, so that I had my back turned to Jemima just too long. I got jumped on and my head pushed under water, so that I was still grappling with her in the hope of revenge when Penny came back with her visitors, Morris and Melody Rathwell. I tried to stop playing and immediately got ducked again, leaving Morris chuckling with amusement and Melody looking smug, but I finally managed to push Jemima off and make her stop it.

‘Don't mind us,' Morris assured me, then turned to Jem. ‘You must be Pippa's sister. I'm Morris, and this is my wife, Melody.'

‘Hi,' Jemima answered enthusiastically and extended a wet hand up from the pool.

Melody looked like a tiger with its eye on a spring lamb as she grasped Jemima's hand, and Morris was worse. Penny had gone in to get drinks for them, and I realised what the girls had meant about her being servile to Melody.

‘I had a bottle of Provençal Rosé in the fridge just in case you dropped in,' she said, ‘as I know it's a favourite. So what brings you over?'

‘We were in the area,' Morris said, obviously lying, ‘so instead of phoning we thought we'd drop in and try to persuade you to come to next Saturday's party. You haven't been for ages, and everybody's been asking after you. It'll be a good one too.'

‘I'm er . . . I'm not sure,' Penny responded, trying desperately to signal the presence of Jemima with her eyes, but if they saw, they ignored her.

‘Oh come on, Penny,' Melody urged, ‘we're even letting the girls choose, and you can go first. How's that for an offer?'

‘We wanted Pippa to come too,' Morris added, ‘but she's being a stick-in-the-mud. I'm sure you could persuade her.'

‘What's the party?' Jemima asked innocently. ‘Do I get invited?'

‘Absolutely,' Morris responded on the instant. ‘If you'd like to come?'

‘Yes, please,' Jemima answered.

Penny and I exchanged a terrified look. One of us had to speak up, but it was hard to know what to say.

‘You wouldn't like it, Jem,' I tried. ‘It'll just be a load of boring old people talking about golf and mortgages. That's why I'm not going.'

‘That,' Morris said, ‘is hardly a fair description of one of my parties, but fair enough, if it's not your thing. I suppose your sister and your auntie have told you . . .'

‘No, we have not!' Penny broke in.

‘What?' Jemima demanded.

‘Let's just say,' Melody replied, ‘that the reason big sister won't come to the party is that she doesn't want her chubby little tushie smacked, which is what she deserves for denting my bike.'

‘What?' Jemima demanded. ‘Is it some sort of sex party? Do people get spanked?'

I'd hidden my face in my hands, but Penny answered.

‘Yes, they do, Jemima, and it hurts, a lot. Did you have to say that, Mel?'

‘Why do you go then, Auntie Penny?' Jemima asked, and Penny blushed crimson.

‘Because she loves it!' Melody said when she'd got her laughter under control. ‘And so does your butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth big sister. Don't you, girls? Nothing like a good spanky, eh?'

Penny looked as if she was about to burst into tears, but Morris was chuckling, and raised a calming hand.

‘Relax,' he advised, ‘what red-blooded girl doesn't enjoy her bottom warmed from time to time? It's nothing to be ashamed of, is it? Come along, if you like, Jemima . . .'

‘I warn you, Jem, don't,' I broke in. ‘It's nothing but a load of dirty old men, and they won't just smack you gently on your clothes. They expect to take your knickers down, and they expect to have a good feel too, and afterwards, the girls get taken upstairs.'

I was looking daggers at the Rathwells as I spoke, and Jemima had finally begun to look uneasy when Morris spoke up again.

‘There's a stop word, Jemima, which is ‘‘red''. Just say ‘‘red'' and whatever's happening will come to a stop right then. If you just want a time out, or to slow down a little, say ‘‘amber'', and don't worry, Mel will look after you.'

‘I will,' Melody promised.

‘Yes,' Penny cut in, ‘you'd be the first in the queue to spank her! Come on you two, leave Jemima alone. Can't you see she's scared?'

‘I am not!' Jemima retorted. ‘I'd quite like to go, actually . . .'

‘Oh no you would not!' I cut her off.

‘Why not?' she demanded. ‘Maybe I'd like my bottom smacked. You do.'

‘Not by a load of dirty old men! Look, Jemima, maybe I'll take you to Whispers sometime, and you
can see what it's like, or even . . . I don't know, maybe I'll let my friend Jade . . .'

‘Is she the fat one with the enormous tits?'

‘I'll tell her that!' Melody laughed. ‘Then you'll definitely get it!'

‘I'd rather a man,' Jemima said. ‘Would you like to spank me, Mr Rathwell?'

Morris had a reputation for staying calm and in control, but at that moment I thought he was going to have an apoplexy. Jemima knew exactly what she was doing as well, smiling sweetly and making her eyes big as she waited for an answer. Melody looked intrigued, and Penny horrified, but her nipples had gone stiff under her bikini top and I couldn't really blame her. That didn't mean I'd given in.

‘You're not going, Jemima, and that's final. I'll tell Mum.'

‘Will you?' she answered, mockingly. ‘I'm sure Mum would love to know exactly what you get up to with AJ.'

‘I think your mother has already guessed, Pippa,' Penny put in, ‘but she's right, Jemima.'

‘Frankly,' Morris stated, ‘I think it's Jemima's decision. Here's my card, Jemima. If you'd like to come, give me a ring. I'll even send the Rolls for you.'

He extended his hand, holding out a laminated business card, but I snatched it before Jemima could take hold. She snatched back and I dodged, losing my grip on the edge of the pool and going under. Jemima grappled for my arm and I jerked myself away, the card still in my hand as I took a stroke towards the far side. She came after me, her fingers plucking at my skin, and at my bikini pants. Before I could stop her they were down, with my bare bum sticking up out of the water and, as I grabbed for them, she let go. I was red-faced and furious as I rounded on her,
to find her holding the card up out of the water in triumph.

‘You little . . .,' I began, only to break off as I realised that even Penny was trying not to laugh.

‘Beautiful!' Morris declared. ‘And at long last I get to see Pippa's bum. Thank you, Jemima, and if you two ever fancy putting on a little strip wrestling show . . .'

‘Shut up, Morris!' I snapped. ‘She's not going.'

‘Oh yes I am,' Jemima answered.

‘I think she is,' Morris agreed.

I looked from Jemima to Morris. Jemima had her stubborn look on and I realised I had lost.

‘OK,' I sighed, ‘but if she's going, so am I.'

‘In that case I'd better come too, I suppose,' Penny added.

‘Excellent!' Morris declared, smacking his hands together. ‘I think this might be one of our best, Mel, perhaps the very best.'

I drew a heavy sigh as I pulled up my bikini pants.

I'd had my pants pulled down by my little sister in front of Morris Rathwell. It didn't bear thinking about, which meant I couldn't get it out of my head. For the rest of the afternoon it stayed at the forefront of my mind, a constant humiliation on top of all my worries. I was still determined that Jemima wouldn't go to the Rathwells, but she was equally determined to do so and there didn't seem to be very much I could do to stop her. She certainly wasn't going to let me talk her out of it, and wouldn't listen to me or to Penny, even when they'd gone.

In the end I gave up, and tried to make the strength of my feelings plain by not talking to her. It made no difference, except that after a while she began to sulk and went back to Granny's. By then it was time to go
home anyway, but Penny promised to drop me over later and we were alone at last, but in no mood for sex. She was nearly as upset as me, but trying to reason away our concerns.

‘It's probably for the best,' she was saying. ‘Once she finds out what the sort of people who go to Morris's parties are like, she'll soon change her mind. It will probably put her off spanking too.'

‘That's true,' I admitted. ‘Have you met Mr Mulligan?'

‘No.'

‘He's a big greasy East End mechanic who likes to make girls show their bottoms in front of his son.'

‘He sounds typical. Have you met Mr Judd?'

‘No.'

‘He likes to bugger us . . . sorry, I shouldn't say ‘‘us''.'

‘Don't worry. Mr Todmorden's like that, but worse. He collects girls' anal virginities.'

‘I've met him, but he's not as bad as Mr Enos, who's so fat he can only fuck us if we go on top, and he likes to give us enemas. Mr Protheroe's almost as fat, and he likes to make us talk about what he's doing while he spanks us. Then there's Hudson Staebler, who's American and likes to have us behave like dogs, and Mr Spottiswood, who they call the Pantyman because he likes to do things with our knickers, including wear them.'

I grimaced, remembering the pair of knickers I'd left in the basement. Penny was right. Jemima would take one look at Morris's collection of dirty old men and run for the hills. Morris was hardly going to stop her, so I could leave too and that would be the end of the party, no public spankings, no cock sucking. I pushed down a sudden, shameful pang of disappointment.

‘What about Morris?' I asked.

‘He'll do just about anything,' she said. ‘For instance, he has a yoke he likes to make us wear, so our hands are trapped and he can hold on to get a really good push when he fucks us. He has a tiny cock.'

‘Well he's not putting it in me!'

‘Be careful, he's tricky. He'll try to get you drunk and aroused, then play some dirty game which you'll lose and feel obliged to pay the consequences.'

‘I'll refuse.'

‘Fair enough. Oh, and watch out for Mel . . . or on second thoughts, if you've been living with AJ she might not seem so bad. At least Mel's not likely to flush your head down the loo.'

‘Er . . . yes, sorry about that.'

She answered with a wan smile and we both went quiet, each alone with her own thoughts. Jemima was bound to freak completely, probably as soon as we got to the party, but it still made my stomach crawl to think of the men, all of them hoping to see me spanked, maybe to spank me themselves, and afterwards, to have me attend to their cocks. Some of the ones Penny knew sounded worse than those I'd already met; Judd, Enos, Protheroe, Staebler and Spottiswood, each perverted in his own way, each keen to get his hands on me, and on Jem.

‘Bastards,' I said out loud. ‘What is it with men? Why do they always want to be so dirty with us?'

‘Oh come on,' she answered. ‘AJ's no better.'

‘Maybe, but . . . you know, wanting to stick their cocks up our bottoms and . . . and things like that.'

I was thinking of what Steve Frost wanted to do to me, but I didn't like to say it out loud. Penny took a moment to answer, and she was looking embarrassed as she spoke.

‘That's quite nice, really, as long as they're gentle about putting it in.'

She smiled at me, and I made a face, once more imagining my bumhole spreading to the tip of a man's cock. I knew she liked it already, from some of our more drunken conversations, which had already done quite a lot to contribute to my fantasies, and after all, it does seem rather an appropriate thing to do to a girl's bum after spanking it.

This time it was quite a while before Penny spoke again, and when she did there was a new tone to her voice.

‘Do you want to come indoors?'

I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. She'd turned herself on, and so had I, but neither of us wanted to admit it had been because of the conversation and we stayed silent, simply taking each other's hands as we came into her house. I let her lead me upstairs, to her room, where she kissed me, our mouths opening together for our tongues to touch as we held onto each other. Just the feel of her flesh had my excitement soaring, so smooth and soft, while her hands had moved to the nape of my neck and my bottom, caressing me gently to bring me higher still.

When she slipped down my bikini pants I gave a little wriggle and they dropped to the floor. My top followed and I was naked in her arms, her hand on my bare bottom, stroking, squeezing, then applying a gentle pat. I stuck my hips out, clinging onto her as she began to spank me, ever so gently. This time, I was to be first.

‘Over my knee with you, Pippa,' she said as our mouths finally broke apart. ‘I'm going to spank your naughty bottom.'