About the Book

Also by Penny Birch

Title Page


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15



About the Book

I did at least finally get to cross the Brooklyn Bridge, even if it was in a furry pink bunny costume that left every contour of my bottom and breasts on plain show to what seemed to be an improbably large and unreasonably interested gang of spectators. On the opposite shore it was worse, with tourists to add to my woes, and every single one of them with a camera.

When Penny Birch discovers that her niece Jemima has been seduced into making a working tour of some of the USA’s most notorious pornographers, she feels she has no choice but to follow. Jemima is far from impressed, making Penny’s task harder still as they travel west from New York getting ever deeper into trouble.

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(Writing as Cruella)





Penny Birch


Dedicated to all my American friends
for their invaluable assistance,
especially Brian for his knowledge of basketball,
Jessie for coaching me in Midwestern
spanking practice, and Shane.


ONCE I’VE GOT my pussy fully swollen my sex lips won’t even fit in my knickers. They bulge out at the sides instead, a sight so delightfully rude I sometimes pull on a pair of spanking panties even if I’ve stripped naked to pump myself up.

It had been a long day, and that was what I planned to do once I’d finished work: first a shower, then my pussy pump, then into a pair of fresh white panties and on to my bed for a long, slow session of masturbation as I admired myself in the mirror. I was fairly sure I knew what I’d be coming over as well, a contrast as absurd as it was obscene, and thus exquisitely humiliating: the shy, respectable Dr Birch, senior lecturer in Genetics, would become a dirty, fat-bottomed little slut, showing off to myself in nothing but tight white panties with my pussy lips swollen to four times their normal size.

Just the thought of it was enough to send a powerful shiver through my body, but it would be an hour, at least, before I could leave the university. I’m all in favour of first years studying a range of subjects before choosing their speciality, but in this case that meant seventy-two assorted science students with three jars of fruit flies per pair, making one hundred and eight jars and therefore approximately ten thousand Drosophila, most of which seemed to have escaped.

I was going to have to help clear up, as it was hardly fair to leave it to the lab technicians, so an hour was probably optimistic, but that only served to make my sense of anticipation stronger. Besides that, a few more days and it would be the start of the Easter holidays, no students until the start of the summer term. There was also the conference in Phoenix, my first trip to the United States and a chance to see some of the animals I’d been working with in their natural habitat.

All in all, life was rosy, rosy enough to keep me smiling even when one particularly dim student managed to drop a jar and release another hundred or so fruit flies into the lab. It turned out to be nearly two hours before we’d managed to fully restore order, and when I tried to download the pictures I needed for my American presentation into the key-fob memory unit I’d bought for the purpose, the computer wouldn’t behave.

By the time I’d started towards the station I was looking forward to my shower almost as much as what was to come after. As I stood on the train I was idly watching the boats on the Thames and thinking of how I would stretch out the moment. I don’t normally shave, but swollen pussy lips look ruder still without any hair, so I would denude myself completely, bringing myself up to a fine state of arousal before I even put the suction cup to my sex. Not that I needed much, as I already wanted to touch myself, but it’s always nice to tease.

Once I was done I’d go into my bedroom and spread myself out on the bed to admire my freshly shaved pussy and my bottom crease, perhaps even pink my cheeks up a little before I got the pump out. I only did it once a month, so that the sensation stayed fresh and naughty as I watched my lips expand beneath the clear plastic of the cup and enjoyed the strange, helpless sensation as my flesh became ever more sensitive and swollen. This time I would take it all the way, until I felt as if my skin would surely burst, before pulling off the cup to expose the bulging, blubbery thing I had made of my normally neat pussy, a thing grotesquely sexual in a way better suited to a chimpanzee than to a human being.

I was just getting off the train when my phone went, and I very nearly didn’t answer for fear than it might be something that would break the delicious thoughts building up in my head. It was Pippa, my cousin Kate’s eldest daughter, and there was a note of panic in her voice.



‘I’ve got a serious problem. I need you to help me out, quick.’

‘What’s the matter?’

‘I’m at Morris and Mel’s house. Hudson Staebler has invited Jem to go to the States, and she wants to go!’

‘Oh God. I suppose you want me to break the news to your mum?’

‘No. I want you to stop her going!’

‘How am I supposed to do that, Pippa? If she won’t pay attention to her own parents or to you, then she’s hardly likely to listen to me, is she?’

‘No, but it’s worse than that. He wants her to join in with some sort of kinky sporting event he’s organising in New York, and it’s going to be filmed. I’ve told her what that will do for her job prospects if it gets out, but she won’t listen. That’s not all either. He’s talking about putting her in spanking videos, and going on about how much money she could make for college, and she’s just lapping it all up. You’ve got to talk to her, Penny!’

‘Oh God, um … hang on, Pippa.’

I took the phone away from my ear, my good mood crumbling as the situation sank in. Jemima was old enough to make her own decisions, just, but she was far too headstrong for her own good. She had no idea what she was letting herself in for either, despite having caught the bug for kinky sex from Pippa and to a lesser extent myself. She’d been going to Morris and Melody Rathwell’s spanking parties with us, and had fallen for Hudson Staebler, a big, brash American who was involved in SM clubs, dirty videos, internet porn sites and probably worse.

Pippa was right, and there was a horrible inevitability about what would happen. Jemima would go home and tell Kate and Jeremy she was going to the States with a man over three times her age. Kate knew nothing whatsoever about her daughter’s behaviour, but would still have hysterics, while Jeremy would forbid the trip. Jemima would lose her temper and tell them she was going anyway and it would all come out: how Jemima had pushed Pippa into taking her to a spanking party and how Pippa had come to me to explore her own thirst for submission and lesbianism. Kate would speak to her mother, who would speak to mine, which didn’t bear thinking about.

I put the phone back to my ear.

‘OK, I’m coming. Just stay there, and make sure Jemima does too.’

As I broke the connection I was cursing under my breath. Jemima’s school had obviously broken up or she wouldn’t have been allowed to go into London, so she was presumably staying over with Pippa. It was only a short walk up the hill to home and that badly needed shower, and I could be back at the station in maybe an hour, but there was a sense of panic growing within me and as a southbound train pulled in at the opposite platform I stepped on board.

Two hours later I was getting out of a cab in front of Morris’s enormous, vulgar mansion in Highgate. It was only just starting to grow dark but several lights were already on and there was laughter in Melody’s voice as she answered the intercom, making me wonder if the whole thing hadn’t been a trick designed to get me along to one of their perverted gatherings.

Unfortunately that was too much to hope for. They were in the main drawing room; Morris and Melody, Annabelle in an abbreviated maid’s costume, Pippa in her city suit, Jemima seated on Hudson’s lap with her miniskirt lifted at the back as he stroked the seat of her panties. Pippa obviously hadn’t said anything, as there was real surprise in Jemima’s voice as she greeted me, but there was suspicion too.

‘To what do we owe the pleasure?’ Morris asked.

‘Um … I was going to go to Whispers,’ I lied, ‘but hardly anyone I knew was there and Ginny said you were here, Pippa, so—’

‘You’ve come to try and stop me going to the States, haven’t you?’ Jemima interrupted.

‘Yes,’ I admitted. ‘Can I have a word in private, please?’

‘It won’t make any difference,’ she told me, ‘so you might as well say it here.’

‘You’re being a brat, Jem,’ Pippa put in, but Hudson Staebler raised his hand.

‘Say what you’ve got to say, Penny,’ he demanded.

He had a lot of presence – the depth of his voice, his abundant masculinity, his sheer physical size – and it took an effort to answer him in a level voice. Fortunately I’d had plenty of time to rehearse my speech on the train.

‘OK,’ I said. ‘First, I realise that you’re in a position to do as you please, Jemima, but I don’t think you realise the possible consequences of your actions.’

‘What?’ she broke in. ‘Who cares what I do?’

I saw Pippa bury her face in her hands and realised I was probably going over old ground, but continued anyway.

‘Your future employers, for a start,’ I pointed out. ‘I know it’s hypocritical, but that doesn’t alter the fact that a lot of professions won’t even consider a woman who’s had any involvement whatsoever with the sex industry—’

‘Yeah, right,’ she interrupted once more, ‘like Pip got her work placement because her boss likes to spank her little arse? It’s all about contacts, Penny, and I’m making them. Anyway, I want to be in the Tribeca Tails.’

‘The Tribeca Tails?’ I queried, the flow of my argument stopped by her interruption.

‘My team,’ Hudson explained. ‘Girls’ basketball, only with a bit of added pzazz because the winning team gets to line the losers up and fuck ’em, with strap-ons.’

‘Oh God,’ I sighed. ‘Seriously, Jemima, do you want to be fucked by another woman, on camera, in front of a crowd of men?’

‘Hey, we’re no losers!’ Hudson answered me. ‘My girls ain’t going to be the ones getting fucked, no sir.’

‘Yeah, sure!’ Melody broke in, laughing. ‘When you meet the Brooklyn Bitches you are going down, and those strap-ons are going up, right up!’

‘I think it’s an even match myself,’ Morris put in. ‘My money’s on the Queens.’

‘You’ll lose it,’ Melody answered him. ‘It’s the Bitches all the way.’

I exchanged a despairing look with Pippa as the others began to argue the rival merits of the various teams involved in Hudson’s bizarre enterprise. He and a dozen others had organised teams and set up a knockout competition which was intended to become a league if it was a success. It seemed likely to be, with money coming in on the door as well as from video and internet sales, which meant international exposure for Jemima and a lasting record either of her getting fucked by another girl or vice-versa. It didn’t really matter which.

‘Look, Jemima, please,’ I broke in as soon as there was a lull in the conversation, ‘this could make you unemployable …’

‘Oh, shut up, Penny,’ she snapped back. ‘You’re living in the Dark Ages. Lots of girls pay their way through college by stripping or doing vids or whatever, and what do you expect? You got a grant when you were at uni, didn’t you?’

‘Yes …’

‘Right, and I won’t. So if I don’t want to come out with thousands and thousands of pounds of debt I need to work, and there’s no point in doing some crappy McJob on minimum wage. This way, with my contacts, I earn enough now and in my year off to see me right through uni and I can get extra any time I want. Isn’t that right, Hudson?’

‘Sure,’ Hudson Staebler confirmed.

Jemima was still talking, her voice increasingly heated.

‘It’s utterly hypocritical of the establishment to force young women into early debt and then object when we seek to avoid it in the simplest and most effective way. And besides, how do you think they’re going to find out I’m in the vids and stuff? By watching it, that’s how, so if they want to go on about my morals they’d better put their own in order first, don’t you think?’

‘People don’t see things that way,’ I said weakly, ‘but never mind that anyway. What about your mum?’

‘What about her?’ she answered, putting on her stubborn face.

‘She’ll be furious!’ I pointed out, stating the obvious. ‘I don’t mean any disrespect, Mr Staebler, but you’re more than three times Jemima’s age, and—’

‘Jemima is able to make her own choices in life,’ he broke in, ‘and I’m surprised to find you so prejudiced, Penny.’

‘I’m not,’ I said hastily. ‘I completely support your right to choose, regardless of age, but Jemima’s parents aren’t going to see it that way.’

‘Then it’s about time they learnt that I’m not a baby any more,’ Jemima answered, ‘and they don’t have to find out about the porny stuff – unless you’re going to tell them?’

She was looking at me accusingly, but we both knew perfectly well that I wouldn’t dare mention it to Kate, not when Jemima knew so much about what I got up to myself.

‘Of course not,’ I assured her. ‘It’s just that I think you … you should take things a little more slowly, perhaps. Believe me, there’s a very big difference between enjoying your sexuality and allowing it to be exploited commercially.’

‘I can take care of myself,’ she said.

‘No you can’t!’ I insisted. ‘Jemima, please try and understand. It’s not like one of Morris’s parties. You have to do as you’re told, and if that means something you don’t like—’

‘Are you trying to say I won’t take care of her?’ Hudson broke in.

‘No, of course not, but …’

‘I’ll be with her, twenty-four-seven. You have my word on that.’

I wanted to say that was what I was worried about, but I found myself drying up and it was Morris who spoke next.

‘You need to get over this hang-up about commercial sex, Penny, you really do.’

‘He’s right,’ Melody agreed. ‘What, am I some kind of fucked-up crack-head or something?’

‘No, of course not,’ I said quickly, ‘but—’

‘But nothing,’ she interrupted. ‘Jemima will be fine. Hudson will look after her and it’s not even as if she’s being asked to do anything she hasn’t done before.’

I knew them too well to trust her word on that, but there was no point in arguing.

‘Maybe if you’d at least wait until after your exams?’ I tried desperately.

‘I’d miss the competition,’ Jemima pointed out.

‘You could do it next year. Maybe Hudson could offer you work in New York for your year off? Yes, that’s a great idea, and Kate wouldn’t even need to know that the two of you are together. How about it?’

‘No. I’m going now.’

‘It’s only six months, Jemima!’

‘I’m going now.’

I took a deep breath, fighting down the urge to spank the little brat then and there. It would have been pointless, because she’d have enjoyed it and the rest of them would just have sat back to watch the show, probably before giving me a dose of my own medicine. I was fairly sure she was stronger than me as well. Nevertheless it was tempting to try, extremely tempting.

Another awful possibility struck me.

‘What about school?’ I asked. ‘You are coming back before the start of next term, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, of course,’ Jemima answered. ‘I’m not irresponsible, Penny.’

That was just too much.

‘Not irresponsible!’ I snapped back. ‘You’re going to the States with Hudson, at your age, to appear in sex and spanking videos that could ruin your chances of a decent career and you say you’re not irresponsible! And what about the consequences if your mother and father find out? You have a lot to learn about responsibility, young lady, but I’ll admit one thing, if anybody ever needed spanking, it’s you. In fact, that’s exactly what I intend to do, you selfish, stuck-up little brat!’

She gave a squeal as I advanced on her, as much in delight as in fear, but Hudson raised one enormous hand.

‘Uh, uh, no you don’t, not now. She needs her ass to be pristine for the vids, or they won’t take her. Spank her when we get back.’

I stopped, struggling to bring my temper under control. Hudson Staebler looked like John Wayne’s big brother and I knew from experience that he could turn me over his knee one-handed while smoking a cigar in the other. If I tried to punish Jemima I would just end up making a fool of myself and getting spanked in front of her, which would be unbearably humiliating, so I accepted a glass of brandy from Annabelle and sat down, trying desperately to think of a way out of the situation. Jemima obviously wasn’t going to back down, which left only one possible solution, at least that I could think of.

‘Then why don’t I come over with you?’ I suggested. ‘That way your mum won’t worry and I can put you back on a plane home before I go on to Arizona. How about that?’

Jemima looked doubtful, and it was Hudson who answered me.

‘Great idea! You see, I knew it could be worked out.’

‘How about the team, and the vids?’ Jemima asked suspiciously. ‘I don’t want you spoiling it for me, Penny.’

I shrugged, far from happy about the situation but unable to think of any way to stop her going ahead. That would have to wait, unless I could find some way of nipping the whole thing in the bud before they left.


I’M NOT VERY good at scheming. I considered a whole range of possibilities: simply pinching Jemima’s passport, trying to cause an argument between her and Hudson, even kidnapping her on the eve of the flight. All of those and many more foundered on my moral qualms. However inconvenient it might be for me, I simply didn’t have the right to interfere, and I certainly didn’t want her to end up resenting me.

I could at least work out my priorities. As I was going with Jemima I had at least postponed the family scandal, although I hated to lie to Kate. That left me with the problem of Jemima’s determination to become what amounted to a kinky porn actress. Not that I minded her being fucked with strap-on so very much, and after the way she’d behaved at Morris’s I couldn’t help but feel that a spanking or two would do her less harm than good, but I didn’t want either event being recorded for posterity.

There was at least one piece of good news. The Tribeca Tails’ costumes included masks, so she was unlikely to be recognised in that film, although the two spanking videos she was signed up to do were another matter. If there’s one thing spankers like more than to watch a girl’s bum go pink under the slaps it’s to watch the faces she pulls in her pain and humiliation, and I couldn’t see American video makers being any different from the British disciplinarians I was used to.

I would even have been prepared to take her place in the videos and give her the money, but I knew it was pointless. No doubt they’d take me on readily enough, but not as a substitute for Jemima. I like to think I’m in good condition, but Jemima was a lot younger than me, and with her delicate features, slender body and perfectly rounded little bottom there was no video maker on earth who’d make the exchange, even had she been willing. They were unlikely to accept the idea of putting her in a mask or wig either, because the one would mean losing her face and the other her wonderful glossy hair, which she’d cut into a smart bob that gave her a perfect gamine look.

It was the possibility of changing her appearance that made me realise there was a way out. One thing I’ve noticed over the years is that spankers, and particularly male spankers, generally hate to think anyone has been there before them. It’s ridiculous, as most girls who like to be spanked get it as often as they want, and doubly so in a video where the girl is almost certainly a professional and getting it on a regular basis, but the fact remains that men like a girl to start with a fresh, unmarked bottom. As Hudson Staebler himself had pointed out, if Jemima turned up covered in welts and bruises the video makers were going to reject her, no matter how beautiful, while she might well be too tender to want another spanking anyway.

The more I thought about it the more it made sense. All I had to do was get her spanked, hard enough for the marks to last at least two weeks. It was a wicked plan, but considering how assertive she was about enjoying punishment I didn’t see any moral objections. A few drinks and some excitement and the little brat would soon forget about keeping herself pristine, so the only problem was how to get it done without giving my intentions away or raising Hudson Staebler’s suspicions.

He was staying at Morris’s and it would obviously be impossible with him around, because Jemima was supposed to ask his permission before she was punished by anybody else, especially other men. That meant doing it at home, or even Kate’s house, and I might even have to do it myself, although it would be better if I could pass the blame on to another woman, somebody who wasn’t frightened of what Hudson would do when he found out. There was only one choice, Pippa’s scary diesel-dyke girlfriend, AJ, who would not only take great delight in punishing Jemima but didn’t give a damn about Hudson Staebler. All I had to do was set it up.

Everything went as smoothly as I could have hoped. I offered Jemima an olive branch by asking her if she’d like to come over for Sunday lunch and swim in my pool, and she accepted immediately. It was only natural to invite Pippa too. I had explained my plan to her and to AJ, who leapt at the chance of dishing out some severe CP to her girlfriend’s little sister.

I made a production of it, with smoked salmon, roast beef and apple pie, washed down with three different wines and liqueur coffees afterwards. Jemima drank with typically teenage enthusiasm and soaked up AJ’s stories of lesbian sex with wide-eyed awe. By the time we’d finished our coffees and cleared away I could tell she was turned on and wasn’t exactly unaffected myself. Even the weather seemed to be on my side, the morning sunshine having given way to blustery showers, so that the surface of the swimming pool was marked with rain spots and tiny ripples from the wind.

‘I’m too full to swim anyway,’ I said. ‘Let’s just relax for a bit.’

‘But I’ve already got my bikini on underneath,’ Jemima protested.

‘So have I, but maybe it’ll brighten up later,’ Pippa remarked, feigning disappointment.

‘We’ll play cards,’ AJ stated, extracting a pack from the inside pocket of her leather jacket.

‘Good idea,’ Pippa said immediately, moving to where I’d set out four chairs around a glass-topped table.

‘I don’t have much money,’ Jemima said doubtfully, ‘unless you could lend me some, Auntie Penny?’

‘We don’t play for money,’ AJ answered her. ‘We play for forfeits. Get a cane, Miss Muffet.’

A little shiver ran through me at the use of her play name for me and also at the prospect of the cane, but it must have been mild to the visible shock of fear and excitement that crossed Jemima’s face.

‘A cane?’ she asked.

‘Sure,’ AJ explained. ‘We have chips, and whoever goes bust first has to take six from the winner, or whatever. You’re not going to chicken out, are you?’

‘No, no,’ Jemima said hastily. ‘I just haven’t been caned before, that’s all.’

‘There’s always a first time,’ AJ answered, ‘and anyway, you might not lose.’

‘Let’s play the first round for a spanking,’ I suggested.

AJ shrugged.

‘OK, if baby can’t take it.’

‘I can,’ Jemima insisted.

‘At least let’s have a warm-up,’ I insisted, determined not to scare Jemima away. ‘Hang on.’

There was a knot in my stomach as I went for the cane and the chips. I knew full well that Jemima would lose, because AJ could handle a pack of cards as if she was a professional sharp, but for the look of the thing, and for fun, she was bound to make sure somebody else went down first. That was likely to be me, which meant knickers down and either a spanking or six of the best in front of the girls, a deeply humiliating prospect.

I kept my implements in a box under a pile of back issues of the Journal of Genetics, so it took me a while to fetch the cane, along with some red and blue glass gems I’d been given at Christmas to use as chips. By the time I got back AJ was dealing out the cards with a swift, fluttering motion as she explained the rules.

‘… so it’s basically poker, only without all the fucking around that slows it down. You get four cards and you make a bet. I turn over the top card on the pack, which we can all include in our hand, and if you want you can add to your bet. If not, you’re out, and you have to match stakes if you can. Then we show our cards and the best hand takes the pot. Winner deals and minimum bet is one chip, no maximum. No borrowing either, and first one bust gets it, and we need a bit of spice, so let’s say the first round’s a spanking, the second is six of the best and for the third each of the winner’s chips counts as a cane stroke.’

I put the chips down, a double handful of glass gems.

‘Reds are one, blues are five,’ AJ said, and began to dish them out between the four of us.

She’d raised the stakes, a lot, and I could see how her mind was working. Pippa and I would lose the first two rounds so that AJ could enjoy humiliating us in front of Jemima, who’d then be thoroughly turned on for the third round, which she’d lose. She’d be drunk too, because while I was upstairs one of them had poured a round of brandy. As I picked up my cards, I felt another flush of guilt, stronger than before.

My hand was useless, a four, an eight, a nine and a jack, in different suits. I pushed a cautious single red gem into the centre of the table and watched the others. AJ was completely straight-faced, which made her look even more evil than usual, and she also put out a single red. Pippa was trying to look cool, but there was a slight flush to her cheeks as she placed her own bet, two reds. Jemima was bright-eyed and smiling, but her fingers were trembling as she put a blue gem into the pile.

‘First bets in place,’ AJ said and turned the top card over.

It was an eight, which at least gave me a pair, so I pushed a second red gem into the pile. Both AJ and Pippa did the same, but Jemima put out a second blue, although she had nothing to gain by doing so. She wasn’t even trying to hide her satisfaction as she glanced between us.

‘Ace high,’ AJ said as she laid down her cards.

‘Two kings,’ Pippa said.

I laid down my own cards with a shrug, leaving Jemima grinning.

‘Full house,’ she said.

‘Eights on tens,’ AJ added. ‘It’s all yours, and your deal.’

Jemima scooped in her winnings and took the cards, which she dealt with considerable confidence. I got another bad hand, and had to remind myself that the whole purpose of the game was to get Jemima punished as I put two red gems into the pot. Jemima won again, leaving her with the lion’s share of the gems and me with the extremely uncomfortable prospect of having to go over her knee. Not that she spanked all that hard, or at least not as hard as AJ, but as I was to all intents and purposes her aunt it would mean I was being spanked by my own niece, and with an audience. She’d think it was funny too, and laugh at me, while she was sure to make a big production of it, both because it would be the first time and because she had her sister and AJ to show off to.

I actually won the third hand, but it was a brief respite. The fourth went to Pippa and the fifth to AJ, leaving the three of them roughly equal and me very much the worst off, but at least the chances of a spanking from Jemima had receded. I was dealt a pair of sevens and a queen came up on the pack, leaving me with two pairs and a good chance of clawing back some of my losses, so I pushed out my remaining blue gem, only to see AJ rake in the pot on three twos. I was down to two red gems.

‘Looks like we may have a loser,’ AJ said, grinning at me. ‘Come on, let’s have some luck.’

She dealt, and as I picked my cards up I wondered if she was cheating. I had a pair of fours, not enough to risk both my chips on, and I pushed a single out into the middle.

‘Chicken,’ AJ remarked, but added only a single red herself.

Pippa added two reds and Jemima followed suit. AJ turned over the top card to reveal a four, giving me the best hand I’d had so far, and I cursed silently as I pushed out my remaining red. AJ followed with two blues, forcing the others to match her stake or withdraw. It was a bold move, and as I already had three of the available fours I wondered if she was bluffing. Pippa didn’t seem to think so and threw in her hand, but Jemima pushed two of her blues into the centre.

I felt my stomach tighten. If I won I was back in the game, but if I lost I was bust and it would be time for my spanking, from whichever of them was the winner. Jemima put her cards down first and my heart sank at the sight of three kings. The blood had already started to go to my face at the thought of going over Jemima’s knee, when AJ laid her cards down and I saw a mix of numbers.

‘Straight,’ she declared. ‘Three to seven. My hand, and I do believe Miss Muffet is bust.’

I tried to hide a grimace, telling myself it was better to be spanked by the tall, dominant AJ than by Jemima. Not that it made much difference as I was about to be done in front of her anyway.

‘Up you get,’ AJ ordered, and snapped her fingers at me as she pushed her chair back.

She moved forward a little to make a lap for me and patted her knee. I undid my jeans to make it easier for her to get them down, a meek gesture she acknowledged with a curt nod. My fingers were shaking badly and I fumbled the tag of my zip twice before I managed to pull it down, but my reaction was far less from apprehension about the coming pain than from the shame of having it done in front of Jemima.

As I laid my body across AJ’s lap I was trying to tell myself I’d be dignified about it and not make a display of myself, but she spanks hard and I knew I wouldn’t be able to cope with the pain. I lose my dignity very quickly when I’m spanked, and always have.

‘Bare bottom, obviously,’ AJ said, and she stuck her thumbs down the back of my jeans.

I’d never imagined for an instant that I’d be allowed the modesty of keeping my knickers up, but she didn’t even allow me to attend to them separately. She just pushed everything down as one, exposing the full, pale moon of my bottom to the girls. Jemima had begun to giggle, and moved her chair to get a better view of my spanking. AJ gave my cheeks a wobble, then cocked one knee up to lift my bottom and make sure my pussy showed from behind.

It was a position I’ve been in so many times, but not usually with my young nieces sitting behind me giggling at the sight of my bare rear view. The bubble of shame that had been building up in my throat burst out as a sob when AJ’s hand settled across my cheeks. Then it began. She spanked every bit as hard as I’d expected, but I still wasn’t ready for the pain. I never am, and never will be. No matter how often I get it, those first smacks sting so much I start to wriggle, and no matter how often I tell myself I’ll take it like a lady I always seem to lose control.

AJ knew how to handle me too, spanking as hard as she could right from the start in a deliberate effort to break me. She succeeded, all my resolve vanishing beneath the stinging pain as I began to squirm and kick my legs in my half-down panties, just as lewd and ridiculous as ever. My pussy was already showing, and I’d soon begun to buck so wildly that my cheeks were coming apart to show off my bumhole as well, causing Jemima to dissolve in a fit of disgusted giggles.

That was too much. I burst into tears, blubbering my heart out as my bottom bounced under AJ’s hand. She knew me far too well to stop just because I was crying, and paused only to pull my knickers and jeans down a little further and call me a baby before she began to spank once more. I’d given in completely, every last shred of dignity gone as I squirmed and kicked in her grip, tears streaming down my face and spittle spraying from my mouth with every smack. Even when it stopped I stayed as I was, limp across her lap with my burning bottom thrust high and every rude detail of cunt and anus on show to the girls, no longer caring.

‘Get up, slut,’ AJ ordered. ‘If you think I’m going to frig you off you can forget it.’

I hadn’t thought my sense of humiliation could get any worse, but at her words it did and I was babbling denials even as I jumped to my feet. My bottom was hot and glowing, my pussy wet and ready, but the thought of being masturbated to orgasm in front of Jemima was still agonisingly shameful, and every bit as desirable.

‘… I didn’t, really,’ I was saying, and my face must have been the same colour as my bottom.

‘Yeah, right,’ AJ answered, and Jemima giggled. ‘Tidy yourself up, you’re a mess.’

Pippa gave me a sympathetic smile as she handed me a box of tissues, but she’d enjoyed the show just as much as the others. I was still crying, and I’d begun to snivel, adding a final touch to my embarrassment as I wiped my eyes and nose before reaching down to pull up my clothes. AJ wagged a finger at me.

‘Uh, uh, no you don’t. I think it better be bare bums for losers.’

I knew better than to argue and sat down as I was, wincing as my tender flesh pressed the wicker chair seat. Jemima glanced at me, her face set in an impish grin.

‘I want to see you get caned too,’ she announced.

‘Maybe you will,’ AJ said as she took up the cards, ‘or maybe you’ll get it yourself.’

‘I can take it better than Auntie Penny,’ she said, her voice full of scorn.

I ignored her. She had a higher pain threshold than me, it was true, and could take quite a lot from Hudson or Morris, and she wasn’t as hung up about exposing herself either. On the other hand I’d seen her throw a spanking tantrum more than once and knew how sensitive she could be if the situation wasn’t exactly to her liking, which was another thing that worried me about her going in for commercial punishment scenes.

‘Six of the best this time,’ AJ reminded us as she dished out the cards. ‘Even up the chips, Miss Muffet.’

I did as I was told, dividing the glass gems equally as before, but now with my hot, bare bottom pressed to the wicker of my chair, something it was impossible to push out of my mind. She had at least dealt me a decent hand this time, with a pair of twos and a pair of aces, surely the perfect chance to build up a big stake before I began to play carefully, thus ensuring that somebody other than me got the cane.

‘I’ll risk three,’ Pippa said, pushing out her gems.

After a moment’s deliberate hesitation I pushed out three myself, keen to show confidence but not too much. Jemima added a blue and wasn’t even trying to hide her satisfaction at what was obviously a good hand. AJ glanced once at Jemima before advancing a single red gem, then turned the top card, another two. I had a full house.

Pippa kept her face straight but added only a single red gem, so she had presumably not improved her hand. I knew I could force Jemima and AJ to bet high or withdraw and decided to throw caution to the wind, pushing out two blue gems. Jemima gave me a worried look, but added two blues of her own. AJ shrugged and threw her cards down.

‘Let’s see,’ Jemima demanded.

I put my cards down, hoping to see her face fall, only for a sick feeling to well up in my stomach as her grin grew broader still. She began to put her cards down one by one, the three of clubs, then the four, the five and the six, which with the two on top of the pack gave her a straight flush.

‘Three eights,’ Pippa said, tossing her cards down.

I barely heard. In one hand I had reduced my chips by more than half, while Jemima had a huge advantage. I was going to get caned, bare bottom in front of her, or more likely by her, and while it was marginally less humiliating than an over the knee spanking, that was very little consolation. It was a lot more painful. Her grin grew positively manic as she gathered up the cards.

‘This is fun,’ she said as she began to deal. ‘I love it.’

‘I bet you do,’ Pippa answered her, ‘but we’ll get you, just you wait.’

Jemima stuck her tongue out at her sister and continued dealing. I had a single blue chip and seven reds left, so I was well behind but not entirely out of the game. Unfortunately my luck was out, a series of bad hands slowly eroding my chips as the weak feeling in my stomach and the bubble of fear in my throat grew ever greater. Soon only my blue gem remained, a last precious barrier between me and six strokes of my own cane.

Pippa hadn’t done too well either, and looked a little nervous as she dealt the next hand. I got yet another load of rubbish and was forced to cash in my blue with Jemima for five reds so that I didn’t have to risk too much. The extra card was no good to me either and I was forced to throw in, leaving me with four red gems. Pippa gambled and lost three, but she still had a blue and two reds left.

‘I really love it,’ Jemima declared happily as she raked in her winnings, ‘and I am really, really going to love caning you, Auntie Penny.’

I didn’t bother to answer, but the colour of my face must have betrayed my feelings. She’d always had a cruel streak, more mischief than sadism perhaps, while being the baby of the family seemed to have instilled a desire in her to get back at her elders. I could remember the way she’d tormented her sister at Morris’s, the time they’d been tricked into spanking each other, and now it looked as if it was my turn.

For once I had good cards, three sevens and a nine, although it was almost certainly too late to matter. My only chance was to play cautiously and hope Pippa went bust first, so I put out a single gem. Jemima turned up the top card to reveal the remaining seven and I silently cursed my luck to see the sort of hand I’d wanted for the entire game.