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Marie Clair
by Corn53 (corn53@aol.com)

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A teenage girl is taught about the ways of the world, by 
adults and fellow teens, (MFmf, ped, bi, spank, bd, 
orgy)

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1: Marie Clair Goes To the Wrong School
 
"Why sure, you may sit here, Sir," Marie Clair said to 
the kind-looking, middle aged gentleman. She was glad to 
have a "gentleman" sit next to her on the train, 
considering there was some "riff-raff" getting on behind 
him. She sure wouldn't want to sit next to one of them. 
Her aunt had warned her about some of the people who 
might be on the commuter train. 

"My name is Marie Clair, and I'm on my way to Saint 
Catherine's School for Girls in town. I've never been to 
the city before." she said, introducing herself. 

The man looked her up and down, making her blush, and 
said, "It's my pleasure, Marie Clair. My name is Dr. 
Hardman. I'm an instructor at Saint Catherine's. What a 
small world." 

"Well this is my lucky day and tomorrow will be even 
luckier!" she said cryptically. 

"Why is that, my dear?" 

"I'm going to be fourteen! It's my birthday tomorrow." 

"My, my, I would never have guessed. You look much 
younger," he said. "Wouldn't it be strange if you were 
the student housekeeper we've been expecting? Maybe I 
should call Mrs. Hardman to see what to do. Then you 
wouldn't have to take the bus on in to campus. You could 
ride home with me and settle in a day early." 

"Oh, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you Dr. Hardman." 
Then she added, "But I have been worried about getting 
on the wrong bus." 

"Yes, I'm sure your mother warned you about getting on 
the wrong bus, didn't she?" 

"No, I lived with my Aunt and Uncle, because my parents 
are deceased, but, yes. My Aunt warned me about lots of 
things. She made the city sound like such a scary 
place." Marie Clair replied, looking down at the floor. 
He feet did not touch the floor of the train car, and 
she was nervously swinging her feet apart and together. 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your parents," commented 
Dr. Hardman, and patted her on the knee. "You are very 
fortunate to have your Aunt and Uncle." 

"Yes, I suppose," still not looking up, "Auntie was 
usually nice, but Uncle John was also my teacher, and 
sometimes he was pretty strict." 

"What do you mean - strict?" 

"Well, sometimes when I didn't learn things fast enough 
he would spank me." 

"Sometimes little girls need spankings, though. Don't 
they?" he asked her and patted her knee again. "I'm sure 
if he spanked you too hard your Auntie would have said 
something." 

"Hmm, Now that you mention it, he usually spanked me 
when she was gone. But a few times when she was home, 
she would come into the study and watch. Once she even 
said she should spank me more when he was done... to 
help me learn my manners and to show some gratitude." 
continuing, "And another thing, he never pulled my 
panties down when Auntie was home. Uncle John always 
said I would learn my lessons better without all that 
padding." 

"Now, now, Marie Clair," patting above her knee, 
"Whatever they did must have really worked because you 
are so sweet and polite. I'm sure Mrs. Hardman and I 
will be able to use you as our housegirl, just because 
you have such good manners." 

"I wasn't sure what kind of a job Auntie had arranged 
for me, but this would be great." 

"Of course, we may need to paddle you occasionally, but 
only for your own good. You want to continue to be a 
good little girl, don't you?" patting a little harder on 
the inside of her knee. 

"Auntie said I should follow directions without asking 
so many questions." finally smiling at herself. "I bet I 
do such a perfect job that you won't ever have to spank 
me, Dr. Hardman." 

Marie Clair's plaid, school skirt reached to just below 
her knees. Her black, patent leather shoes and white 
knee socks completed her uniform. The collar on her 
starched, plain white shirt had ruffles that almost 
touched her chin. The plaid tie and v-neck sweater 
matched her skirt. She had matching plaid ribbons on her 
pig tails on the sides of her head. Surprisingly, her 
sandy-red hair didn't clash with the red plaid. No make-
up adorned her pretty face with turned up nose and full 
lips. Even with all those modest clothes anyone coud see 
that she was slender. 

"Now, let me guess, Marie Clair, you must weigh about 
110 pounds?" asked Dr. Hardman. 

"No, Sir. More like 95, even with all these clothes on," 
almost laughing.

"I don't feel afraid anymore." And further explaining 
her laughter. "I was really worried about getting my 
suitcase and finding the right bus." They were pulling 
into the station. 

"Just come with me Marie Clair. I'll call my wife from 
the car and have her get your room ready. We'll make you 
feel right at home. She might even have a maid's uniform 
to fit you." 

Marie Clair wasn't sure about a uniform. She had bee 
taught to remain modestly covered at all times - from 
her chin to her toes. She had been hoping for some 
reason to wear "regular" clothes like girls her age did 
on television, which she was rarely allowed to watch. 

"Um, Dr. Hardman, do you have a television set? I almost 
never get to watch it at home," Marie Clair ventured, 
hoping for a positive answer. 

"That's a privilege you will have to earn, Dear. But I'm 
sure you will do a good job," walking to the car. He was 
carrying her small suitcase. "You seem to be travelling 
light. For someone planning to be away at school for 
four years." 

"Well, Auntie said I'll have to do my laundry almost 
every day. She said if I earn some money I'll be able to 
pick out my own new clothes." and looking around at all 
the people and confusion, added, "I'm sure glad I met 
you so I don't have to try to find that bus!" 

In the car he phoned his wife. Marie Clair only heard 
half of the conversation. Her feet did not touch the 
floor in the car which made the dress ride up exposing 
her knees between the stockings and skirt. 

"Hello. This is Dr. Hardman. Is Mrs. Hardman near the 
phone?" 

Pause... 

"Hello, Darling. I've run into one of the Saint 
Catherine's School for Girls students on the train and 
I'm bringing her home with me. She weighs 95 pounds and 
will be needing a maid's uniform. We should be there in 
about 45 minutes." pause. 

"She's about Susie's size. Remember her?" 

"Oh, yes. Good idea. I'm sure she'll be wanting a bath. 
Go ahead and get everything ready." 

Longer pause... 

"No, I'm sure she'll be very obedient. She's a darling 
little girl. Be sure to put in a new tape. I'm not sure 
about shaving supplies, so check on it." With his hand 
on her knee, patting each time he mentioned what a good 
girls she was. Marie Clair could not help but overhear 
and had several questions, but she didn't want to 
interrupt. 

"Her aunt and uncle had to spank her when necessary, so 
we will need to find the canes and paddles, but we might 
not need them." and he winked at her. 

"What?" pause, "I'll ask her?" 

Looking directly at her, he asked, "How many pairs of 
panties do you have?" 

Blushing, looking down, "Um, I think six." 

Back into the phone, "She'll be needing some panties, 
and, oh,yes, I forgot to ask." 

Looking at Marie Clair again, "How many bras do you 
have?" 

"I don't have one. Auntie says I don't need one," 
brightening, "But I wish I had one so I could be like 
the other girls." 

Patting her bare knee, he said to Marie Clair, "Don't 
worry, Child, we'll get you several pretty, little bras. 
I hope you'll like them." 

"Oh, I'm sure I will. I never put one on before." 

"We'll help you, Dear, don't worry about a thing. You're 
going to be so pretty. What size do you need?" Looking 
at her chest, "It's hard to guess through all those 
clothes." 

Blushing again, but looking at Dr. Hardman, "I don't 
know. They're very little. How do you tell what size 
they are?" 

"Take your sweater off and I'll be able to tell. Then 
when we get to the house, Mrs. Hardman will measure you 
for sure after she helps you with your bath." 

Uncertainty showing in her face, Marie Clair began 
taking off her sweater. "Why do I need to take off my 
sweater, Dr. Hardman?" 

More firmly, "You will need to learn to follow 
directions, young lady, without asking so many 
questions. You want to live with us for your full 
scholarship, don't you. We'll provide room and board and 
in exchange you will help our housekeeper, serve meals, 
and so forth. You will need to follow whatever 
directions we give you. Not only Mrs. Hardman and 
myself, but also some of our distinguished guests. Do 
you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir." pulling off her sweater, flipping her pig 
tails back and forth, "I'll do whatever you ask and I'll 
try not to ask so many questions. Sorry." 

"Good girl. Now unbutton your blouse." Seeing her 
hesitate, "All the way. Hurry up, I'm on the phone. Mr.s 
Hardman needs to know this so she can get out the 
correct sizes." 

"Yes Sir. See, I'm following your directions." Looking a 
little worried and unbuttoning as fast as she could. 
"There - all unbuttoned." She said with a sigh of 
relief. 

"Oh, you have a T-shirt on, too. Lift it up so I can see 
what size bra you will need." 

"Yes sir." She untucked her T-shirt, bunching it in her 
fingers, and lifted it all the way up to her chin. "I'm 
looking forward to getting my first bra, Dr. Hardman." 

Into the phone again, "Well, it looks like almost a "B" 
cup already, even though it's her first one. I'll check 
the firmness." With that he reached his right hand to 
Marie Clair's breasts and began a few minutes of 
"firmness checking." Occasionally taking his eyes off 
the traffic, Dr. Hardman determined that they were 
indeed very firm, pointing straight out, with no crease 
underneath. "Darling, yes, she's almost a "B" cup and 
has very firm, pointy breasts. With small pink nipples 
by the way." Pause. "Yes, Dear, I'm sure you will. Did I 
tell you it's Marie Clair's birthday tomorrow? Yes, yes. 
You could take her shopping. We can have a cake tomorrow 
evening. Perhaps our guests could bring presents and 
help with the spanking. Call and tell them. Bye, Dear." 
and he clicked off his cell phone. 

With her blouse now back in place, Marie Clair was glad 
she had proved she could follow directions without 
asking so many questions. She also wondered why her 
breasts felt so tingly. Had she been alone, she may have 
continued to test her own "firmness" for awhile longer. 
She wondered about the birthday shopping and other 
guests spanking her. 

They drove the next half hour in almost complete 
silence, each lost in their own thoughts. 

The long driveway led to a Victorian house with a 
spacious lawn. Marie Clair was excited to see such a 
grand house. Questions rattled in her mind, but she 
resolved to keep them to herself and just follow 
directions until she got to know the Hardmans better. 

As if reading her mind, Dr. Hardman said, "Welcome to 
your new home, Marie Clair. I'm sure you will enjoy your 
stay here. Just remember to do whatever we tell you, 
even if it may seem silly or embarrassing at the moment. 
OK?" patting her knee again, a little higher. 

"Yes Sir. I'm sure glad I met you on the train." 

Dr. Hardman carried her suitcase into the foyer and 
introduced his wife and their maid, Inga. Marie Clair 
had difficulty not staring at Inga's maid uniform. The 
short, black ruffled skirt barely covered her lacy white 
panties which showed when she curtsied or moved. Black 
mesh stockings covered her long, slender legs, and you 
could see the black garter straps fastened to the tops. 
Marie Clair guessed Inga's age at about 21. The white 
apron only covered the front of her very-short skirt and 
reached up to her low cut sheer blouse. 

Marie Clair also noticed that the top half of Inga's 
breasts were exposed, almost like they were resting on a 
stiff corset platter. Not that they were large - "about 
orange size," thought Marie Clair, but the way they were 
presented made them seem even larger. 

Everyone noticed Marie Clair's stare. Inga was also 
checking out "Little Marie" as she later called her. The 
adults stopped talking and watched the girl's mutual 
staring. 

"Inga! Take Marie Clair's suitcase on up to her room now 
and then start the bath, while we show Marie Clair 
around her new home," directed Mrs. Hardman. 

"Yes, Mum. Right away," before turning, she bowed deeply 
to Marie Clair, offering a clearer view of her breasts 
to the the shorter girl. "And pleased to meet you Miss 
Marie." 

Inga turned and bent farther than was necessary to pick 
up the small suitcase, offering another, better view of 
her sheer, lacy panties to Little Maire. She picked up 
the suitcase and headed up the stairs. Marie Calire 
watched her ascend. 

 "Marie Clair? Marie Clair! Look here. We need to get 
your picture." 

After several snapshots of Marie Clair, Mrs. Hardman 
said, "Come with me now and I'll show you around." 

Then to her husband, "Douglas, I had Inga lay out her 
things and will give her a bath before dinner. And just 
in case of further day dreaming, I also got out the 
canes and paddles as you requested." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Hardman, I was just thinking of 
Inga's outfit. I've never seen anything like it before," 
apologizing. 

She led Marie Clair on a tour of the first floor, 
explaining some of her new duties as they went. When 
they went into the living room, Marie Clair picked up 
the remote control for the TV and clicked it on. 

"Young lady! Who said you could do that? You must ask 
first. You are a servant here. Since you're so new I'll 
only give you five hand spanks. Now turn around and bend 
over." commanded Mrs. Hardman. 

Turning off the TV and turning around as ordered, Marie 
Clair said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know the rules. Please 
don't spank me." 

"Pull down your panties and be quick. That's three more. 
Since it's your first day, I'll spank lightly." 

"Yes Ma'am," not wanting to offend the hostess. She 
pulled her cotton panties down to her knees, keeping her 
feet far enough so that they wouldn't fall to the floor, 
and bent over. 

"Come over to the couch, Marie Clair. I'm going to sit 
down and I want you to..." taking Marie Clair's hand, 
standing her up and walking her to the couch. Marie 
shuffled, trying to keep her panties from slipping down 
over her knee socks. It didn't work. 

"Why Marie Clair! Your panties are touching the floor. 
Just take them off and give them here." and with that 
Marie Clair stooped and picked them up. Turning, she 
handed them to the now seated Mrs. Hardman. 

"Turn around. Lift your skirt." 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Put your feet farther apart. Bend over farther. Back up 
until your legs touch the edge of the couch. Put your 
feet farther apart. Hold on to your ankles." 

Marie Clair was obediently holding that position, 
waiting, waiting. Thinking, "When is it going to start?" 

"Good. Just try to bend a little farther." 

Her skirt flopped over her back so her entire bare 
bottom was exposed. "I want you to count these Marie 
Clair, and say 'Thank You, Ma'am after each spank. Do 
you understand?" 

Quietly, "Yes, Ma'am." 

Another pause. Marie Clair holding her ankles, waiting. 

Smack. 

"One. Thank you, Ma'am." 

SMACK! much harder. "Ouch." and standing up, rubbing her 
bottom. "Two, thank you, Ma'am." 

"I didn't say you could stand up. I didn't say you could 
rub your bottom." Continuing in a level, patient 
tone, "So that's two more. Do I need to get Dr. Hardman 
or Inga to hold you?" 

"No! I'm sorry. I'll do better." And with a flip of her 
dress she bent all the way over again, her legs touching 
the couch on either side of Mrs. Hardman's legs. 

Instead of another smack on her bottom, the next thing 
she felt was Mr.s Hardman's fingernails tracing little 
circles on her fanny and down her thighs. Then SMACK! 
SMACK! 

Maintaining some composure, eager to please, Marie Clair 
said, "Three. Four. Thank you, Ma'am." 

"That's better, dear." 

SMACK! 

"Five. Thank you, Ma'am." Thinking it wasn't so 
bad afterall. Hearing footsteps coming into the room, 
Marie Clair stood up again. Turning she saw both Dr. 
Hardman and Inga enter the room. Marie Clair turned a 
bright red and looked down in embarrassment. 

"What's the trouble, Dear?" Dr. Hardman said to his 
wife. 

"Marie Clair can't seem to follow simple directions," 
Mrs. Hardman said to the others. "What should we do?" 

"This is her first day here. Perhaps Inga should 
demonstrate obedience," stated Dr. Hardman. 

"Marie Clair, watched Inga demonstrate the proper way to 
get a spanking." agreed Mrs. Hardman. 

With Marie Clair watching intently, Dr. Hardman sat down 
in a stuffed chair. Without raising his voice, "Come 
here for a spanking, Inga." 

Inga walked to the chair, lowered her sheer panties to 
her ankles and stepping out of them, bent over with legs 
apart. Backing up until her legs touched the chair. She 
bent down to grasp her ankles and said, "Ready, Sir." 

"Very good, Inga." He gave her several pats and before 
she could count them he said, "Good job, Inga. You may 
put your panties back on now." 

"Thank you, Sir," she said with a curtsy and picked up 
her panties. 

Dr. Hardman rose and he and Inga walked over to the 
couch. Dr. Hardman sat down beside his wife and Inga 
walked around behind the couch which was sideways in the 
large room. 

"Marie Clair, bend over again and I'll make this quick. 
Is her bath ready yet, Inga?" 

While Marie Clair flipped her skirt up and bent over 
again - legs apart and straight - grabbing her ankles, 
Inga answered, "It will be ready in a few minutes, 
Ma'am. Shall I go check on it?" 

"In a minute. I want you to watch Little Marie's next 
few spanks." 

Marie Clair could have put her palms on the floor, 
thinking, "I'll show them how obedient I can be!" 

No spanks. waiting... then Dr. Hardman said, "Legs a 
little farther apart." 

"She is getting much better, isn't she?" inquired Mrs. 
Hardman. Both were patting and tickling her bottom and 
thighs. Then with a firm pat, not quite a spank, she 
said, "OK, Little Marie, let's just go on up and take 
your bath now. You girls run on up. Inga, help her 
undress. We'll be up in a few minutes." 

"Yes, Mum," Inga said with a grin. She seemed to skip 
out of the room. THE BATH 

It was the largest bathroom Marie Clair had ever seen. 
Ruffled white curtains, several furry, white area rugs, 
and a big tub, almost full of scented bubbles. Marie 
Clair had never had help undressing before, but thought 
she'd better cooperate. Besides, she was fascinated by 
Inga. Marie Clair timidly asked several questions while 
they were still alone, but all she got for answers were 
several cryptic, "You'll see." for answers. 

When she was completely undressed, covering herself with 
crossed arms, she started to step into the tub which 
stuck out into the middle of the room. Inga prevented 
her from getting in with a gentle restraint on her arm. 

"You're so pretty," Inga whispered into her ear. "You'll 
like it here." 

"Thank you," Marie Clair said out loud. 

"Shhh!" still whispering. 

Mrs. Hardman entered and closed the door. "Inga. Five 
spanks. Now!" 

"Yes, Mum," Inga replied as she quickly removed her 
panties and presented her bare bottom to Mrs. Hardman 
who was now sitting on the wooden stool dear the 
dressing table. Inga bent all the way over. From this 
view Marie Clair could see that she had no public hair. 

Although she was surprised by this observation, Marie 
Clair decided not to say anything. 

While spanking Inga, Mrs. Hardman explained to Marie 
Clair, "She wasn't supposed to be talking to you yet." 

Coming to Inga's defense Marie Clair said, "She didn't 
talk to me, even though I kept asking her questions. I 
was the only one talking because I didn't know we 
weren't supposed to. So I should be getting the 
spankings, not Inga." 

"My. That's commendable, Marie Clair, but we saw and 
heard you both talking on the security cameras. There 
are cameras all over the house - in every room. So don't 
try to fool me. But I know you meant no harm." 

Stopping after just three spanks on Inga's bare bottom, 
Mrs. Hardman said, "I think that's enough. Seems like 
you have a new friend, Inga. Why don't you undress and 
hop in with her? You can help me wash her." 

"Yes, Mum. I would really like to." Inga began 
undressing, needing a little help unfastening some of 
the underthings. 

"Now, come here Marie Clair and let me inspect you 
closer. I can see already we'll need to shave the fine, 
reddish hair on your legs and your little tuft of red, 
pubic hair." 

As Marie Clair stood in front of her, trying not to show 
her nervousness at being touched this way by a woman - 
or anyone for that matter. "Hold up your arms. Turn 
around. Good. Now hold your fanny open and bend over. 
Farther." She was blushing - because Inga was watching 
and because Mrs. Hardman was inspecting her bottom so 
closely. "Looks very clean. Nice pink anus and such 
pretty, tiny, pink nipples." 

"Thank you, Ma'am," not knowing what to say. 

"Bring me the scissors, Inga, so I can snip off this 
little patch of red hair before the bath. We'll do 
something nice with this hair tomorrow on our shopping 
trip. Now turn back around and face me, Little Marie."As 
she was snipping off most of Marie Clair's tuft of pubic 
hair, Dr. Hardman walked in. Marie Clair immediately 
bent forward and crossed her arms in front of herself. 
Her attempt at modesty actually squeezed her rather 
small, pointy breasts together and forward between her 
arms - in a very innocent, but erotic way. 

Dr. Hardman chuckled. 

Inga chuckled, now naked and standing at attention by 
the tub. 

Mrs. Hardman said, "Marie Clair. Stand up straight. Put 
your hands at your sides. Let me clip the rest of this 
off." pulling Little Maire towards her with a tug on her 
remaining pubic hair. 

"That's so pretty," said Dr. Hardman, "Let me see." 
holding out his hand for the next snippet of hair. 

Mrs. Hardman snipped off a small bunch of fine, reddish 
hair and handed it to Dr. Hardman. "This is so pretty, 
why don't we leave a tiny patch just above her slit?" 

"You got here just in time. Hand me the shaving cream 
and I'll shape this to a narrow strip." 

Dr. Hardman dispensed some foam into her hand which she 
rubbed on Little Marie's pubic area, working it in, 
especially between her legs. Marie began squirming, but 
keeping her hands at her sides. "Open." said Mrs. 
Hardman, forcing her hand back to Little Marie's fanny. 
Marie Clair put her legs farther apart, still squirming, 
beginning to enjoy the stimulation. 

Mrs. Hardman began shaving with her right hand while her 
left was back between Mraie Clair's legs rubbing shaving 
cream on her bottom. Marie Clair squatted slightly to 
put her knees farther apart, and pushed her hips forward 
to help. 

Dr. Hardman turned and began to leave. Both Inga and 
Mrs. Hardman chuckled at the bulge in his pants, but 
Marie Clair was watching the shaving and didn't notice. 
"We'll have her all cleaned up in about 20 minutes, 
Stanley," said Mrs. Hardman to her departing partner. 

Inga and Mrs. Hardman washed her very thoroughly - every 
square inch. Marie Clair couldn't remember ever being 
bathed by someone else. It felt great. She didn't 
understand the strange feelings she was getting. Sitting 
between Inga's legs with her elbows resting on the sides 
of the tub, she realized the hard bumps rubbing against 
her back were Inga's nipples pressed against her - 
moving - while Inga's hands 'washed' her tummy, breasts, 
and pussy - pulling Little Marie tighter against her. No 
talking. All three of them enjoying the bath experience. 

The slender, 40ish Mrs. Hardman was kneeling outside the 
tub, sill in her sleeveless blouse and above-the-knee 
navy blue skirt. She had finished shaving Little Marie's 
legs and armpits, with lots of washing, caressing. Inga 
and Mrs. Hardman working in tandem, sometimes one 
spreading her pussy lips while the other washed her 
clit. 

They helped her out of the tub, patted her dry with 
pink, fluffy towels, and led her to the dressing table. 
After brushing her hair, the two women decided to leave 
it down - almost shoulder length. 

They stood her up - she was completely docile not, not 
questioning anything - just enjoying the new feelings. 
While standing in front of the mirror, Marie Clair 
noticed the narrow strip of reddish pubic hair, starting 
about an inch above her slit and going up about two 
inches. It was about 1/2 inch wide and uniformly short. 
The fine hair laying flat against her. Her skin had a 
pink sheen to it, with hundreds of so-pale freckles 
giving her a 'metallic glow. In fact, Marie Clair almost 
felt like she glowed. 

"Here you are, Dear, your new bra." Holding it for Marie 
Clair to step into. Her breasts stretched out the sheer 
cups in the 34-A bra, but Marie Clair was thrilled. Her 
first bra. Going away to school. A pretty woman giving 
her a bath. Her first train ride. Shaving her pubic 
area.... so many new experiences in one day! 

There were matching sheer, silky panties with a pink 
ribbon trim and a tiny bow in front. 

Inga and Mrs. Hardman put ribbons in Marie Clair's hair 
and taught her to apply make-up and lipstick. Dr. 
Hardman stopped in several times to check their 
progress, even taking a few snapshots during the make-
over. Marie Clair objected but didn't dare say anything. 


2: Dinner With The Harmans 

She wore a shirt skirt and sheer blouse over her new bra 
and panties to dinner. She had never worn high heels 
before and felt a little awkward. The white ruffled 
ankle socks made her slim legs appear even longer. 
Everyone commented how lovely she looked, including the 
three dinner guests. Although Dr. and Mrs. Hardman and 
their guests did seem to check out her sheer blouse 
intently, nobody said anything. She figured they were 
noticing her pretty new bra with the pink bow which 
showed plainly. Actually the looks made her feel very 
pretty. 

As Marie Clair was introduced to each guest in the 
foyer, she curtsied and said, "Pleased to meet you." 
Each of the guests gave her a hug and kiss. In Marie 
Clair's family they often kissed when greeting an adult 
they hadn't seen for awhile, but they just kissed her on 
the cheek. These visitors kissed her right on the mouth! 
She found that she was always being 'trained' to the 
Hardman's customs even in these social situations. Mrs. 
Hardman coached her on making their guests feel welcome. 

"When a gentleman bends down to kiss you, put your arms 
up around their neck. Kiss them as long as they want to 
kiss you. We may have to practice some more."

The three gentleman seemed happy to help with further 
training, giving her several types of kisses. From a 
hand shake and peck on the cheek, to a long lasting wet 
kiss with a firm hug and one hand patting her bottom. 
She was flustered with the practicing, trying to get it 
right. At first she was concerned because her panties 
were almost completely expos
ed when she reached her arms up, but soon forgot about 
it while trying to concentrate on the kissing. 

Mrs. Hardman smiled her encouragement. "She's kissing so 
good that we might not need to spank her until her 
birthday!" 

"Perhaps not," said one of the gentleman. "I'm planning 
to shop for her presents tomorrow. Let's practice a few 
more kisses, Marie Claire, you almost have it right." 
This was the gentleman who flicked his tongue across her 
soft lips each time they practiced. Marie Clair was glad 
he was so concerned with her learning. 

Inga served. Again wearing her maid's uniform, which 
surprised Marie Clair. "Nobody seems to notice Inga's 
short skirt - so short you can see her panties each time 
she bends over to serve..." Marie Clair was thinking to 
herself. "Maybe it's OK." Near the end of the meal Inga 
filled one of the guest's coffee cup so full that it 
overflowed into the saucer. "Inga!" said Dr. Hardman, 
"You spilled Mr. Long's coffee! Bend over for five 
spanks." 

She sat down the silver coffee server, lowered her 
frilly panties to her ankles, put her feet as far apart 
as the panties would stretch, then in one motion flipped 
her skirt up while bending down straight-legged to hold 
her ankles. Marie Clair could see her bottom and bald 
pussy from just two feet away as Mr. Long gave her five 
hard smacks. Then Inga pulled up her panties, said 
"Thank you very much, Mr. Long, Sir." and then continued 
serving coffee as if nothing had happened. 

Marie Clair was beginning to find this family a little 
strange... but fascinating. The kissing practice, 
watching the spanking, the way her new panties felt on 
her no hairless pussy - all were beginning to make her 
feel 'funny' inside. She noticed that she was pressing 
her legs together tightly and squirming in her seat 
during 9 brief spanking episode. 

When Marie Clair finally took her eyes off the sexy 
Inga, she noticed the guests were watching her reaction 
and blushed a bright red. She often blushed as red heads 
do, but her body heat told her this might be a record. 

"Marie Clair will probably enjoy her birthday dinner 
tomorrow," chuckled one of the guests. The others 
laughed their agreement, as she glowed even redder. 

After dinner Mr. Long held Marie Clair's hand and led 
her to the living room. As the others joined them 
carrying their after dinner drinks, he sat in a big 
stuffed chair and pulled Marie Clair onto his lap. With 
one hand on her back and his other hand resting on her 
knees he began to rub her with both hands at once. She 
enjoyed the attention and being able to sit with the 
grown-ups. She laughed along with them, even though she 
didn't know what they were talking about when he said, 
"Little Marie Clair is going to love her battery toys 
tomorrow, don't you think?" 

Several of them predicted that she might turn as red as 
the stripes in the flag when they 'buzzed' her tomorrow. 
Marie Clair continued to laugh along with them. They 
joked about her birthday spankings, too. She unwittingly 
replied she wasn't scared at all since she had been 
spanked before. "Lots of times, sometimes without any 
'padding' on, so I'm not worried about a few birthday 
spankings." 

Mr. Long had turned her on his lap so she was facing 
away from him. She put her feet back on the big stuffed 
chair so that they straddled his legs. He scooted her 
back towards him. Now her feet were next to his hips and 
her bottom was pressed tightly against him. "So, 
spankings don't worry you. But are you very ticklish?" 
asked Mr. Long as he scooted his hips forward a little. 
"Let's see if you're ticklish." And he began tickling 
her sides. As she wiggled around on his lap he 
accidently lifted her skirt out in back so she was not 
sitting on it. 

Now she was sitting atop a stiff thing in Mr. Long's 
pants, not knowing her skirt was lifted in back and 
tucked into her waistband. He could see her brief, sheer 
panties which did not completely cover her buns. "See if 
you can hold still with your arms straight out while I 
tickle you sides." 

"OK. Try it. I can hold them out." she laughed. "I'm not 
real ticklish." She was thinking to herself, "I hope 
he's not mad. His thing is stiff just like my Uncle's 
used to get when he spanked my bare bottom on the couch 
at home. I hope I'm not hurting Mr. Long's thing. It's 
right under me, but I'll pretend not to notice." Then 
aloud, "OK, Mr. Long, just try to tickle me. I can keep 
my arms straight out." and she held her arms out, trying 
to stifle a giggle. 

To the other adults, "Sounds like she's trying to 
challenge me. Let's see how soon she brings her arms 
down." And he began stroking up and down her sides - so 
lightly she could hardly feel it. She wiggled and 
squirmed on his lap, trying not to laugh or bring her 
arms down, and sometimes conscious of the stiff bulge 
pressing into her panties. Sometimes she jumped several 
inches off his lap. 

Wiggling, squirming, jumping - up and down, side to 
side, but still she didn't laugh out loud or bring her 
arms down, even when he accidently tickled so far around 
her sided that he accidently tickled her breasts. She 
pretended not to notice that either - "When in Rome..." 
she was thinking, enjoying the total experience. 

"If the adults here want to play like kids sometimes, 
it's OK with me." And thought there was something 
different about the way they were playing, but she 
couldn't quite put her finger on it, still thinking, "I 
hope I'm not hurting him with all this bouncing." 

Now he was tickling harder - sometimes lightly, 
sometimes almost pinching - up and down her sides, back, 
and especially all over her tummy and breasts. Still she 
held her arms straight out as she wiggled and bounced 
even more. The other adults were enjoying the show and 
their drinks, not talking very much. They all watched as 
Mr. Long even pinched her breasts one at a time, while 
tickling her on the other side everyone noticed her 
tiny, but very stiff nipples protruding through her 
sheer bra and sheer white blouse. 

Mr. Long was also extremely stiff, enjoying the tickling 
as much as Marie Clair, and enjoying the way her panties 
were slipping down, exposing even more of her fanny as 
she continued to bounce and wiggle. 

"OK, you win," said Marie Clair as she finally brought 
her arms down, still squirming. Laughing out loud even 
though she lost. Her pent up giggles all coming out. 

Mr. Long discretely untucked her skirt as her wrestled 
her around sideways on his lap again. "Anyone else want 
to tickle her? She lasted longer than I expected." 

"No, we've some plans to make for tomorrow. I'd better 
take her on upstairs and get her ready for beddie-bye," 
said Mrs. Hardman. "If she's good, I'll bring her back 
down to kiss you all good-night." She came over and took 
her hand to lead her away. Marie Clair tried bravely not 
to show how much she really wanted to stay. 

As she led Marie Clair upstairs the other gentlemen and 
Inga looked at the smiling Mr. Long. He was looking at 
his own lap, noticing the dark moist area on the front 
of his light grey suit pants. "It wasn't me," he said 
looking up, "she must be really wet." 

Mrs. Hardman led Marie Clair into the bathroom and 
helped her undress. "Why Marie Clair, did you wet your 
new panties? Feel how wet these are." holding out the 
flimsy, white silk panties for Marie Clair to feel. 

"Umm, I don't know why they are so wet Mrs. Hardman. 
Honest, I didn't peepee, but I really have to now." 

"Are you sure you didn't? Well, go ahead and peepee. 
I'll wait here with you and then show you your new 
nightie," she said, "You're getting the new nightie a 
day early." They both listened to her tinkle. When she 
stood up Mrs. Hardman put a washcloth under the faucet 
and let the warm water run a minute. "Better let me wash 
you off before you try on your new nightie." And she 
proceeded to wash off Marie Cair's now totally bald 
pussy. She dried it off and felt it to make sure it was 
dry. 

She walked the naked Marie Clair to her room where her 
nightie was laid out on the bed. "Where's the rest of 
it?" asked Marie Clair. They could see the bed spread 
clearly through the sheer, white, material. 

"This is it." said Mrs. Hardman, "Isn't it pretty?" 

"It's very pretty, Mrs. Hardman, but I can see right 
through it." 

"Yes, dear, that's how it's made. You'll like the way it 
feels, so soft and silky. Aren't the embroidered designs 
pretty?" 

She helped Marie Clair try on the nightie. The ruffles 
around the bottom edge went down to her waist, but not 
onto her legs. "Ohhh, this does feel soft and silky like 
you said. It's awfully short, though." And she walked 
around by her bed fluffing it out with her arms. She 
walked over to the big mirror and studied herself. "It 
makes me feel so pretty. Like a grown-up. It makes my 
skin tingle." 

"Put on these slippers and come back downstairs with me 
to say goodnight to our guests," she said quietly, but 
her tone said there was no choice in the matter. 

"But you can see right through it! I can't go back down 
like this. I'm almost naked." 

"Then make a choice, dear, the nightie or naked." seeing 
her balk, Mrs. Hardman compromised, "If I give you 
something more to cover yourself, will you come 
willingly?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I want to see them."

Mrs. Hardman walked to the dresser and pulled out 
another handful of something white and silky. Try these 
thigh-high hose. they will cover your legs, dear."

Marie Clair gladly put them on, along with some high 
heeled shoes, and reaching up to take Mrs. Hardman's 
hand, Marie Clair said, "Well, OK. I might be 
embarrassed, but they do all seem so nice they probably 
won't laugh at me." 

Near the bottom of the stairs, Marie Clair softly 
confided, "I'm starting to feel tingly again, Mrs. 
Hardman." 

The men stopped talking as they walked in. All looked at 
her approvingly. And Marie Clair was right - nobody 
laughed. 

"You look lovely in your new nightgown. Put your hands 
down and turn around," said Dr. Hardman finally, 
"Doesn't she look lovely, Gentlemen? Inga, get Marie 
Clair a soda and she can stay up with us for a little 
while before going nightie-night." 

"Yes, Sir," Inga responded and turned towards the 
kitchen, smiling. 

Everyone wanted to hold Marie Clair on their lap to kiss 
her good night and to play the tickle game for a couple 
minutes. She felt like she was being passed around. 
Several men complimented her firm, budding figure and 
said that in a few years she would be a beautiful woman. 
Each man fondled her tangerine-size breasts after 
tickling her and said something about how nicely she was 
developing. 

She began to relax after the first ten "shy" minutes. 
"This nightie makes me feel tingly all over." she 
confessed to one of the men. He shared her comment with 
the others.

Marie was sitting on Mr. Long's lap, facing him, with 
her knees on either side of his legs when he asked to 
see the lacy tops of her hose.

"Oh no! You would see too much," pleaded Marie Clair.

"Mrs. Hardman came angrily over to stand behind her at 
that remark. "Don't ever refuse the request of a guest, 
young lady. Now put your hands out to your sides again."

"Yes, Ma'am," as she held her arms out.

Mrs. Hardman reached down over Marie Clair's shoulders 
and took the hem of the nightie in her hands and lifted 
it up to Marie's chin - exposing her completely.

They played for about an hour and sent Marie Clair up to 
beddie-bye - to dream and anticipate her birthday party. 
"What a day!" Marie clair thought. "First train ride, 
first bra, some new friends, and now a job as a live in 
servant and student. What next?"


3: Marie Clair's 14th Birthday Party 

"I feel so dressed up," Marie Clair said to Inga and 
Mrs. Hardman who had just helped her with all the 
starched slips under her short ruffled white dress. She 
was wearing her ruffled ankle socks and 2 inch heels. 
Her sandy-red hair was combed into two pig tails with 
white ribbons to match her dress. With her sheer, white, 
nylon panties and bra made her feel like a pretty 2nd 
grader instead of a 9th grader! 

At first she was disappointed that only 3 adults came to 
the dinner party. Her disappointment turned to relief 
after dinner when she saw all the beautifully wrapped 
presents and learned about the 'game' she would have to 
play to get the presents. 

All three of the guests along with the Hardmans and Inga 
would give her 14 spankings for each gift, along with 
some "directions-following" challenges. They all told 
her how pretty she was and lavished kisses and good 
wishes on her. Marie Clair enjoyed being the center of 
such attention and resolved to go along with their 
'games' no matter how silly they seemed. 

"Let's video tape Marie Clair's party tonight," Dr. 
Hardman suggested before they left the dining room, "OK, 
Marie Clair?" 

"Well sure, Dr. Hardman. Nobody will see it except for 
us, right?" Blushing, "Especially since you said I would 
have to pull down my panties for the spankings." 

"Only birthday guests will see it, Dear," Mrs. Hardman 
replied for him. "Don't you worry. You might think it's 
funny later." 

They all went into the living room while Inga cleaned 
off the table. Everyone was dressed up tonight, and even 
Inga had on a longer skirt. 

"Where are the rugs?" Marie Clair asked. 

"We put the Persian rugs away for our party. We thought 
we were going to have more guests." Answered Dr. 
Hardman. 

"First you need to open this one Marie Clair." said Mr. 
Long, as he sat in the middle of the couch with a pretty 
package. "Now for your 'directions following test' - 
Lift up your skirt, pull your panties to your knees and 
try to walk over here without letting them fall all the 
way down." 

Dr. Hardman was working the camera as she walked over to 
stand in front of the couch. "Front or back first?" 
asked Mr. Long as he slapped his hand with a paint 
stirring stick. "Remember, I will spank softly on the 
front and really hard on the back." 

"Well, then let's start on the front," giggled out the 
excited Marie Clair anxious to open presents. "Should I 
stand here." as she lifted her skirt higher right in 
front of him.

"No, lay on your back across my lap." And he pulled one 
of the cushions down beside him for her head and 
shoulders. "Let me pull your panties down to your ankles 
so you can get your knees farther apart. Don't let them 
fall off, but just keep them stretched between your 
ankles. That's a girl. Put your knees as far apart as 
you can. Each time I spank you say, 'Thank you for the 
spank. Please do it a little harder, sir.' OK, Marie 
Clair? Now open wide!" 

Dr. Hardman stopped taping for a moment. 

"OK, I'll say it, but please don't spank too hard." 

Dr. Hardman started the tape again - just before the 
first front spank hit right on the open mound between 
her legs with a soft 'smack!' "Thank you for the spank. 
Please do it a little harder, Sir." The next 13 spanks 
got slightly harder each time. Her body twitched with 
each stroke, but she continued to keep her knees wide 
apart while Dr. Hardman zoomed in. Mr. Long stroked her 
lightly between each spank. 

Then she sat up on his lap and began opening the first 
gift. When she pulled out the leather ankle and wrist 
cuffs, each with a metal ring, she didn't know what to 
think. 

Mrs. Hardman presented the next gift after 14 medium-
hard spanks on her bare bottom. She took the time to 
massage Marie Clair's burning fanny between spanks. To 
everyone's surprise, Marie Clair thanked her also, 
"Thank you for the spank. Please do it harder, Ma'am." 
Then Marie Clair opened the present, clutching the navy 
blue silk panties with no cotton liner, and a matching 
sheer bra which she held to her chest with an 
appreciative laugh and a hearty, "Thank you, Ma'am. I 
love these." 

"Come, Sweetheart, let's go try on your gifts and hurry 
back down." 

"No, no. It's just us. Try them on right here in the 
living room. Besides, we all saw you naked yesterday." 
reminded Dr. Hardman. The others agreed. So while the 
video camera rolled, Marie Clair took off everything but 
her shoes and tried on the new dark blue panties and 
bra. They helped her with the ankle and wrist cuffs. Mr. 
Long took a leaf out of the table, leaving a gap, and 
put a pillow on the edge. 

"Let's play over at the table now Marie Clair. Put your 
legs apart so we can tie your ankle bracelets to the 
table legs." 

"Are you sure, Dr. Hardman?" 

"It's part of the game. We'll fasten your arms to the 
other end and your pretty new bra will hang in the 
center of the table where Mr. Long took the leaf out." 
Dr. Hardman coaxed the somewhat reluctant Marie Clair, 
patting the pillow. She leaned over the pillow and they 
pulled her feet next to the table legs and fastened her 
cuffs with rope. 

They stretched her arms forward to make it easy for Mrs. 
Hardman to put the ropes through the metal rings and 
fasten the rope to the legs at the other end. Mr. Long 
had clamped the table open wide enough so her breasts 
would be suspended where the table leaf had been 
removed. Mr. Jones put a pillow on the other side of the 
gap for Marie to rest her head on.

"These spanks will sting a little, Marie Clair, but be 
sure to say 'thank you' again." 

"Yes Sir." she replied without much enthusiasm. 

Marie Clair resolved to answer with enthusiasm even if 
it did sting, because she wanted all the presents. 
Fourteen spanks later - all on video - they opened her 
present for her. She didn't know what it was. It looked 
like a flashlight body made of white plastic. Mrs. 
Hardman twisted it and it started making a buzzing 
noise. She put it up against Marie Clair's arm. It 
tickled. "That tickles, Mrs. Hardman, but it feels 
good." she commented as Mrs. Hardman walked it along her 
side, pausing to tickle Marie Clair's new bra while Dr. 
Hardman zoomed in on her face. 

When Mrs. Hardman began tickling Marie Clair's new 
panties he zoomed back in on her face. "Ohh, that really 
tickles, Mrs. Hardman. Umm" as she began squirming. "Oh, 
Mrs. Hardman. What is that thing?" 

"We'll tickle you with this some more after you get your 
next two presents." She promised the girl. Then to her 
husband, "What time is it? Do we need to hurry?" 

"Yes, we'd better give her the next two presents right 
now. Let me open these for you Marie Clair." and he 
began on the next one of the packages, setting down the 
video camera. Mr. Long and Inga helped open the other 
one in front of the curious Marie Clair. 

"What's the rush?" Marie Clair asked them while trying 
to figure out what the rubber ball with the leather 
strap through it could be for. She knew what the 
blindfold was for. "Is this stuff for the game?" 

"Yes, Marie. Before we play the next part of the game we 
want you to say this into the camera." and he gave her 
the lines. "But of course, WE won't spank you any 
harder. OK?" 

She practiced once and then said enthusiastically into 
the camera, getting into the spirit of the strange game, 
still enjoying being the center of attention of the 5 
older people, and looking forward to getting 'tickled' 
on her panties again. 

"I love to get spanked and tickled - front and back. I'm 
going to pretend to object and struggle but it's just 
part of the game. I really like to get spanked. Please 
spank me real hard. I especially like to get spanked on 
my bare bottom! Maybe you could even put your fingers in 
me. I would like it if you did. Please spank me REAL 
HARD!" Then they put the gag in her mouth and 
blindfolded her. 

As promised, Mrs. Hardman began tickling her panties 
with the white plastic thing. It felt so good that she 
began to squirm around whenever the buzzer pressed right 
between her legs, causing a wet spot to develop on the 
dark blue panties. 

She felt vulnerable with her ankles tied to the table 
legs, her arms stretching her forward over the gap in 
the table, only wearing sheer bra and panties, ruffled 
white ankle socks and her high heels, unable to speak or 
see, but the feeling between her legs was holding all 
her attention, until she heard the doorbell. 


4: Maire Clair's Party Guests 

The older adults all left to get the door. Inga slapped 
Marie's extended bottom with a laugh. "Get ready for 
your party, Honey." pressing her panties into her with 
the vibrator. Then she left to greet the new guests. She 
heard several adults walk in talking with the Hardmans 
when the doorbell rang again. Marie tried to break free 
to no avail, her pleading cries sounded like, "Ugghh, 
unnff unggngh." 

She began to pick up parts of conversations as the new 
guests entered. "Mrs. Hardman, You remember Brian, don't 
you? He just got his temporary driver's permit so we let 
him drive us over tonight. And since Nick is only 12 we 
didn't want to leave him home alone. Neither of the boys 
wanted to come to a girl's birthday party, but I told 
them they might enjoy it." Lots of hands were playfully 
patting Marie Clair's bottom but no hard spanks yet. She 
could feel herself turning red - brighter than her red 
lipstick. 

"Well, of course the boys are welcome. They can help us 
spank and tickle her. But first let's all watch the 
video we recorded earlier tonight." The room got quiet 
as they all watched the video on the big screen TV. "The 
boys will like this part where she pulls down her 
panties and lifts her dress. Now, boys, look how she 
twitches each time the little paddle hits her pussy, but 
you can tell she likes it, can't you?" 

"Yes, Ma'am," said two young voices. "She is so pretty." 

"Could I please get a copy of the video, Mrs. Hardman, 
asked one of the young voices?" 

"Why Brian, that's a nice idea. But first I'd like to 
get shots of you and your brother spanking her. Wouldn't 
you like to be in the video, too?" 

"Yes Ma'am. That would be cool! Could I show it to my 
friends?" 

"That's up to your mother, but I suppose you could show 
it to your friends at your house, just don't make 
copies. OK?" 

Marie Clair could hear herself getting spanked on the 
video again, and begging for harder spanks - front and 
back! Then she heard herself saying how she was going to 
pretend to object and struggle but that she really liked 
getting spanked and wanted the guests to put their 
fingers in her! 

"Mrs. Hardman," asked the younger voice, "Is Aunt Sarah 
coming over? Maybe she could bring Billy. I know he 
would like to spank Marie Clair, too. And he'll be 
studying about girls and sex and stuff in his 6th grade 
health class." 

"Maybe I should run home and get my kids, too." said a 
woman's voice, "They should learn about this." 

"Splendid idea. I'll go call Sarah. Meanwhile why don't 
you two boys give her a few practice spanks. It's OK for 
you to touch her anywhere you want. Ask your mother if 
you can pull down her panties in a few minutes." 

"Oh, it's fine with me, Helen. I think it's healthy for 
boys to learn what girls look and feel like. Go ahead 
boys," said their mother. The boys spent the next 15 
minutes giving her playful spanks and feeling her legs 
and panties. Marie heard the door close without a 
doorbell sound, which told her that the woman left to 
get her kids. She wondered if they would be boys or 
girls and how old they were. Her skin turned a brighter 
pink - redder than her hair. 

"Ungggh! Oggghh! Nnnnfgh!" moaned Marie Clair as she 
fought again her bindings. 

"Ungggh! Unnngh!" mimicked Brian, laughing. 

"She's really pretending she wants to get away, isn't 
she Brian. Oh, look. How's come her panties are wet 
here?" asked Nick, the younger brother, while he patted 
her fanny. "Did she pee in her panties?" 

More visitors were now entering the room, including 12 
year old Billy who ran over to join his cousins. 

"She really likes this, Billy," said Nick, demonstrating 
a hard slap on her fanny, "You want to try it?" 

"Oh neat!" said Billy, "Let me practice the drums on her 
butt!" and started laughing as he gave her a dozen 
rhythmic but hard slaps. "Why are her panties so wet?" 

"You boys! She's wet because she likes getting tickled 
with this thing. Let me show you how to use it. Watch 
how she wiggles when I press this up against her," said 
Inga. She pressed the vibrator against Marie Clair's 
panties, "Let me pull her panties aside and put this most 
of the way into her. You boys watch and tell me when it 
falls all the way out. OK?" Then Inga pulled Marie 
Clair's panties back over the vibrator to keep it from 
falling right out, and pulled them up snugly - tight as 
a drum - trapping it in her. Whenever the vibrator 
started to slide out, it formed a 'tent' in the wet area 
of her panties. 

"Unggh! Agghng!" as she tried to pull her knees 
together, squirming. 

"Unnnngh!" mimicked the boys, laughing again and pulling 
the panties tighter whenever 'the tent' started to 
develop. It took almost 5 minutes for her to wiggle it 
all the way out into her panties. But that wasn't really 
fair because the boys 'accidently' pushed it back in 
several times before it came all the way out. While the 
boys were thwarting Marie Clair's efforts to expel the 
vibrator, the door opened and Marie Clair heard two more 
kids enter the room, one of them running over to look at 
her. 

"Look at her panties," said a girls voice, "She must 
have peepeed in them?" followed by some giggles. 

"Heather, maybe you should go watch the video with your 
mommy before you start saying stupid things." explained 
Billy to the younger girl. "It's not pee. She's excited 
to have us spanking and tickling her. But you're too 
young to know that. When big girls get excited, that 
gooey, wet stuff comes out." 

"I'm almost as old as you, Billy, so shut up." Then to 
Inga, "What's making that buzzing noise in her panties?" 

"Ok," said Inga who had pretended not to notice the boys 
kept pushing it all the way back in. "Look how much 
wetter her panties are now. We'll be pulling them off in 
a minute." As Inga pulled the slim vibrator out from 
inside the panties. She pointed out to the curious boys 
how wet and slippery it was. "Feel it, Nick. Let Heather 
feel it. This is a slim one - about the same size as Dr. 
Hardman's finger," holding it up for everyone nearby to 
see. Several women raised their eyebrows at Inga's last 
remark. The vibrator was glistening with Marie's 
pubescent lubricant. "It's about the same diameter as 
two of your fingers, isn't it Nick?" 

"Here, Brian, You try it. Then you can try in on her 
bra, too, if you want to, before you pull down her 
panties. Oh, Hi, Robby, I didn't see you come in," said 
Inga. 

"Oh boy, this thing tickles my hand! Here, feel this, 
Nick. You go first. You guys can tickle her with it. I 
want to go feel her bra." The boys were talking quickly 
and laughing, encouraged by the adults who were now 
giving their drink orders to Inga. The doorbell rang 
several times as other guests arrived. 

Marie Clair heard several of the adults say things like, 
"Boys will be boys. Her dark panties are wet already. 
It's a great way for the kids to learn anatomy." And so 
forth. 

"Go ahead and pull down her panties now, boys. We're 
going to give her some more spankings so she can earn 
more of her gifts." 

"Uuu, look. Her panties are sticking to her where they 
are wet," said Nick. 

"It looks gooey," exclaimed Billy, getting a close look. 

"Can I touch it?" asked Heather. 

"Of course, Dear," answered Heather's mom. "I wanted you 
to see this." 

"That 'gooey stuff' won't hurt anything. Girls do that 
when they get excited. It's how their bodies make it 
easy for things to slip into them," explained Mr. Long. 
"That's it, boys. Pull them down as far as they go with 
her feet fastened that far apart. Then you can take 
turns putting a finger into her if you want. Did you 
each give her 14 spankings yet?" 

Dr. Hardman's deep baritone voice added, "With her legs 
that far apart you'll have to really stretch them. Maybe 
we should cut them off on one side. What do you think?" 
The boys were now eagerly pulling them almost to her 
knees, when the material ripped on one leg, so that the 
panties slid all the way down to her left ankle. 

All the adults laughed at the sound of the ripping 
panties. Heather was giggling. The video was playing for 
the new arrivals. One of the adults suggested that the 
boys see how slippery the wet stuff was that was 
glistening around Marie Clair's totally exposed, 
upraised, bald pussy. A man wet his finger while showing 
them how to push in slowly at first to make sure there 
is plenty of lubrication. 

"She is really wet. That means she's ready for things to 
slip in, but first you'd better each give her the 
spankings." saying this just as someone turned up the 
volume on the TV so everybody could hear Marie begging 
to get spanked harder. All four of the boys and Heather 
had their heads close to Marie Clair's bottom, looking 
intently. 

"Come over here a minute, kids, and watch this and you 
can see when she started getting wet. You can see other 
ways her body changed when she received some front 
spanks, too." They reluctantly accompanied Dr. Hardman 
to the TV. He rewound to the beginning of the front 
spanks and paused the tape. Marie Clair heard him 
explain, "You can see inside her pussy in this close up 
shot before the spankings started. Notice she is 
completely dry and all the tissue is soft. It's 
difficult to distinguish the different parts. Watch how 
that changes over the course of the 14 spanks." 

Everyone, including the adults, watched quietly, which 
made the relative volume seem even louder as Marie Clair 
twitched in the video with each spank and begged to get 
spanked harder, and thanked Mr. Long for spanking and 
rubbing her. 

Although Marie Clair could not see the video she heard 
several comments about how she seemed to get wetter with 
each spank. "Now here's a close up after the last spank. 
Notice how wet she is and see how the little bump in 
front is swollen. 

All of her tissue appears much firmer and somewhat 
enlarged, doesn't it, boys? You can distinguish the 
separate parts. See how easily Mr. Long can slide his 
fingers over the erect ridge down the center. Her magic 
button is at the bottom end of that ridge, just where it 
flares out into two tiny flaps beside her hole.

"Yes sir. You can see the difference." answered Brian 
for the group. 

"That indicates that she really likes hard spankings. 
Observing those changes in her pussy may help you in 
your Health classes, too." He chuckled at his own humor. 
Several adults asked to watch that part again as Heather 
and the four boys went back to Marie Clair with renewed 
interest in female anatomy.

"You can use your hand, one of the wooden paddles, the 
belt, the hairbrush, this riding crop, or the cane, but 
don't hit too hard with the cane. Maybe you should each 
try a few swats with each one," said Mr. Long. "Each 
type of paddle makes a different mark and a different 
sound. Pay close attention and take your time. You'll 
get to finger her soon enough." Then added in a quiet, 
fatherly voice, "And boys... and you too, Heather... 
remember that she kept saying that she likes really hard 
spankings." then he gave them a knowing wink. 

A lady's voice suggested, "Billy and Nick, why don't you 
give her the spanks for your mothers. Then you can begin 
putting your fingers in her and playing with the 
vibrator."

Several more adults came over to watch this round of 
spankings. The adults would give their spankings later 
when the kids lost interest. One of them had been 
videotaping the boys' fascination with little Marie 
Clair's bottom with a new tape. 

"I want to try that riding thing." said Nick eagerly, as 
he swished it through the air. 

"The paddle," said Brian "Well, I want to try all the 
paddles, starting with the ping-pong paddle." 

SMACK! on Marie Clair's left cheek. Brian then bent 
closer to watch as the area reddened. 

"Can I spank her in the same spot each time? Or should 
I hit different areas?" 

"Unnnngh!" Marie Clair squirmed. 

"Wherever you want to, Brian," said Dr. Hardman, smiling 
and patting him on the head. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! went Brian - all three in the same 
spot, laughing with the other boys at Marie Clair's 
noises and writing. "She really likes this doesn't she?" 

They proceeded to each give her 14 hard spanks with all 
of the different 'tools' provided, sometimes stopping to 
rub her fanny and check to see if she was getting 
wetter, even Heather checked. They had each 
surreptitiously slipped fingers in while rubbing between 
spanks, noticing the changes in Marie Clair's posture. 
She tried to hunch forward away from the paddles but 
then arched back into the probing fingers - as if trying 
to wiggle closer. 

"Brian, let's see who can make her twitch or flinch the 
most," challenged Billy. 

"OK. Let me try the belt next." Marie jumped in her 
bindings as the next two swishes of the belt stung her 
bottom. Brian winked at the crowd as he said aloud. "Now 
for a really hard one. Stand back. Zoom in close on her 
fanny." still grinning as he swished the belt over the 
top of Marie Clair's back, missing her fanny completely. 

Everybody laughed at Marie Clair's flinch when she heard 
the sound of the belt in the quiet room. They laughed 
some more and patted and felt her and taunted her with 
things like, "Bet you're sorry I missed. Let me see if 
she got wetter with anticipation - Yep, she did!" And 
more laughter as all five children investigated her 
pussy.

"Maybe we'd better wait before giving her the spankings 
for your moms." suggested one of the ladies. "Let me 
feel how wet she is now." Marie Clair felt a long 
manicured fingernail flick her button several times and 
then slide easily all the way into her. "Oh yes, boys. 
You're doing a fine job on our little birthday girl." 

 The boys began sliding their fingers into her pussy, 
commenting on how tight it felt inside. They commented 
on the viscosity and color of the silvery wetness. Billy 
and Nick almost started fighting - trying to get in 
first, when someone suggested they see how fast they 
could take turns. Marie Clair was now holding still so 
they would not miss the center. She even lifted her 
bottom higher, standing on her tippy toes and arching 
her back to present an easier target. Billy's finger 
plunged in the instant Nick's came out - over and over.

"Mr. Long, Dr. Hardman wants you to plug this wire in 
the back of the video camera so everyone can get a close 
up view on the large TV," and Marie Clair heard some 
clicking as it was plugged in. 

"If she's 14, why doesn't she have any hair?" asked 
Billy while he was getting his fingers wet in the oozing 
pussy. "Oh, this feels slippery, almost greasy." 

"We shaved off her little tuft so you boys could see 
better," answered Inga. "I shave mine, too. Can I get 
you kids some pop? Remember, this is a party. I'm sure 
our little birthday girl wants her guests to have a good 
time!" 

"Can we look at yours, Inga?" asked one of the boys. 

"Maybe later, for comparison." interjected Dr. Hardman. 
"She's busy now."

After the boys had been taking turns fingering and 
feeling Marie Clair, someone suggested that the younger 
boys try two fingers at once. "This is really fun!" said 
Billy. "My fingers just slide right in." 

"I want to try those 'front spanks,'" the taciturn 
Robby, finally speaking, "OK?" 

Mr. Long asked one of the other men to take over the 
video camera and set up the kids so Robby could give 
Marie Clair some 'front spanks.' "Billy and Nick, I want 
each of you to put a hand on her fanny and your other 
hand on her thigh just above her knees. That's it. Now 
pull her open so Robby can hit the target." 

"Hold her open a moment, boys," Dr. Hardman continued 
his 'lessons.' "You can see part way up her vagina when 
she is pulled open like that." 

That comment renewed Marie Clair's attempt for some 
modesty so she tried to squeeze her pussy shut, but each 
time she tried, the pull of the boy's hands re-opened 
her. The kids and the crowd were quiet as they noticed 
that each 'squeeze-shut' effort pushed out almost a 1/2 
teaspoon of her pubescent, glistening 'wetness,' which 
dripped out to form a small puddle on the polished wood 
floor between her fastened feet - all caught close-up on 
the video. 

Robby was very timid with the first few spanks, not 
wanting to hurt Marie Clair and not wanting anyone to 
know how much he was enjoying this. With encouragement 
from the crowd he gave her some harder smacks - right on 
her very firm little button. He paused several times to 
check Marie Clair's wetness, enjoying his task, but 
still not smiling. 

Then the four boys took turns fingering her hole or 
feeling the different parts in front. Two of the ladies 
were discussing other nieces and nephews who might enjoy 
learning anatomy this way. "If nothing else, we could 
share our video with them." 

Mr. Long said, "Here's another idea for you boys. Billy 
and Nick, pull her fanny open again. That's it. Let me 
show you something else. You could also put your fingers 
in her bottom. You have to go slow and dip several times 
in front to keep your finger slippery." He finally 
pushed his finger all the way in even though Marie Clair 
was squeezing as tight as she could. "She's trying to 
squeeze shut, boys, so get your fingers really wet and 
push in slowly - but hard." 

"Let me try it," said Brian, "I bet I can get mine in 
all the way the first time." 

Everyone quieted down while he pushed his finger in all 
the way. "Ummmggh," said Marie Clair beginning a rhythmic 
squeezing with her anus, in attempts to block his 
finger. All the boys tried it. 

"See if one of you can use the 'tickler' while you take 
turns on both holes. Bet you can't do it." dared one of 
the adults. On the third time two fingers were in at 
once while she was being tickled Marie almost lifted the 
table she twitched so hard. 

"Maybe we'd better stop for a few minutes boys, and let 
her rest," suggested Inga. A couple of the other adult 
women concurred and the boys headed towards her bra. 

"Brian, take your friends to the bathroom first and wash 
your hands. We'll be having some ice cream and cake in a 
few minutes," said Mrs. Hardman. 

The boys returned so quickly that Marie Clair heard 
several adults chuckle comments that they couldn't have 
washed very well. 

"Get under the table, boys and see if you can unsnap her 
bra in the front," said Mr. Long. "But don't touch her 
titties yet. I want to show you something." 

They had some difficulty trying to unfasten it, but 
their determination eventually succeeded. The elastic 
pulled the bra up to the back of her neck to hang over 
the backs of her outstretched arms. 

Mr. Long knelt beside the table to explain about Marie 
Clair's breasts. "Our next anatomy lesson will focus on 
her breasts. Look closely and you'll see that the pink 
part in front looks soft and rounded. Those are her 
nipples. Watch this one while I massage and pinch it." 

While he fondled her right breast he explained to the 
boys that the nipple was getting harder and pretty soon 
the little bump on the tip would stick out. They look 
kind of soft like marshmallows until you get her 
excited," as he patted Marie Clair. 

When he removed his hand, they could all see the 
difference and were eager to try for themselves. "No, 
just watch a minute and the other one will firm up, too. 
Even if you just blow on it, it might stand out for you 
in anticipation." The boys started blowing before he 
finished his sentence, even Robby - betraying his 
excitement. 

The older Brian had been adjusting his trousers as he 
sat under the table, aware that other things were 
stiffening up, too, besides just Marie Clair's tits. He 
didn't know it, but all the adults in the room were 
noticing bodily changes of their own. 

 Heather wanted to feel them, too, which was fine with 
her mom. 

Several adults asked the boys to have fun with Marie 
Clair's tits, but not to pinch too hard. "Try to 
describe what they feel like. If her tits were fruit, 
what type of fruit would match their size?" 

Marie Clair cringed as Heather and the boys discussed 
her attributes. Thinking of others seeing the video tape 
- with close ups of her private parts and her begging 
for harder spanks, and her very visible wetness, all 
adding to her embarrassment. 


5: Ice Cream and Cake... And Games 

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Boys and Girls, ice cream and 
cake is served. You kids sit over here and watch while 
we unfasten Marie Clair's arms for a few minutes. She 
may need to go the the bathroom after drinking all that 
pop at dinner." announced Mrs. Hardman to the world. 

While people were changing places and setting up some 
folding chairs nearby, Mrs. Hardman whispered in Marie 
Clair's ear to see if indeed she did need to go to the 
bathroom. 

"Ummmgh, ummm," which Mrs. Hardman interrupted as "Yes, 
Ma'am." 

"Inga, bring it in," ordered Mrs. Hardman while two men 
unfastened her arms and helped her stand up, but they 
still restrained her hands. They did not unfasten her 
feet. Marie Clair felt herself being lowered onto a seat 
right there in the living room. 

"Hold her knees apart. If you kids want to watch her pee 
you can come over in front." Marie Clair heard the five 
of them come over to sit under the table, very close to 
her. "OK, Marie Clair, You can go now." 

"Unnggh. Unnnn" She wiggled as the pressure on her 
bladder mounted in her upright position. She was 
thinking how much better she would feel once she had 
gone. And, "There's no way I could be any more 
embarrassed than I already have been." she was thinking 
to herself. So she went ahead and started peeing with 
her knees held apart on the little portable toilet and 
two men holding her arms out. Then she farted! How 
embarrassing! As the pee started again, she farted 
again. The children were roaring with laughter as she 
finished and squeezed out the last drops with another 
fart. 

When the laughter subsided, Dr. Hardman continued his 
instruction, "When you put your fingers into her bottom 
some air got pushed in. That's why she farted. So don't 
laugh too much, it's not her fault. Now we'll wipe her 
off with warm washcloths and dry her." 

After she was cleaned they helped her stand again, feet 
still wide apart, fastened to the table legs. "If any of 
you kids want to feel her some more while she's standing 
up, go ahead. Notice how her breasts stick out like 
lemons while she is standing? She doesn't really need a 
bra to support them, does she?" The boys laughed in 
agreement and began to feel her. 

"Look, her pink nipples are getting stiff again. She 
must like this," observed Brian. 

Heather's small fingers felt different to Marie Clair, 
but there was no way to object, as Heather experimented 
with one then the other breast - squeezing, lifting and 
letting it drop, twisting and pinching the nipple. Marie 
Clair moaned in spite of herself. 

She heard people bringing in the plates of ice cream and 
cake and then felt her feet being unfastened from the 
table and refastened to a bar of some kind which kept 
her feet about 2 1/2 apart - the bar resting behind her 
ankles and extending about four inches past her ankles 
on either side. They fastened her wrist cuffs to another 
bar which kept her ams straight out. They took off her 
shoes and socks so she could get better footing. They 
led her back from the table taking wide steps, unable to 
get one foot within 2 feet of the other.

She was able to take short forward steps by leaning her 
weight to the side and hopping the other foot forward. 
The other kids laughed as she practiced. 

"Maybe she needs some spankings to speed her up," 
suggested Brian, laughing to the point of coughing. 

"That might help her learn faster," agreed one of the 
adults. "But let's have our ice cream and cake first." 

Two of the men helped Marie Clair sit down. Then they 
laid her back onto some pillows so the bar would not 
hurt her back. "OK, kids. Anybody want to eat some icing 
off the 'Little Marie' table?" and Marie Clair felt 
someone put a spoonful of icing on each nipple. "We'll 
wipe her off after each person gets done so you won't 
get any germs." and then he put a dab of icing into her 
belly button and another on her thigh. "We'll put icing 
on different spots and you can lick it off." 

"Can I do it, too?" asked Heather. "I want to try it. 
Can I eat her belly button? Please, please. I want to 
play, too." 

"Well, of course, Dear," answered Heather's Mom and Mrs. 
Hardman at the same time, laughing, "Settle down, you'll 
get plenty of time to play with our birthday girl." 

For the next five minutes Marie Clair could feel the 
kids eating the icing off her. She was quickly wiped off 
as each spot was licked clean, and another dab was 
placed somewhere else. Marie Clair was wiggling around 
as the tongues tickled her tummy, legs, breasts, and 
neck. She could not tell who was who but hoped she would 
get to see the video later. The dabs near her lower 
tummy kept getting placed closer to her mound - then on 
the top of her slit. 

She tried to sit up but couldn't get her balance because 
one of the kids kept wanting to eat icing off her neck, 
chin and even her lips which were stretched over the 
rubber ball with the strap through it. 

All the kids were enjoying themselves and the adults 
enjoyed watching. One of the boys kept licking lower and 
lower on her slit. Heather was playing with one of her 
breasts with her fingers. 

"OK, kids. Let's stand her up now. Let's watch her 
practice walking." 

Marie Clair could take short, hopping steps. She waited 
several seconds between each step, wondering why she 
heard the table being rolled away. 

"Brian, since you had the idea of how to speed her up, 
take this paddle and we'll all see if your idea works," 
suggested Mrs. Hardman. 

With a gleam in his eye Brian took the paddle and walked 
over behind her. Marie Clair stood up straighter trying 
to tell by sound where he was standing. SMACK! right on 
her fanny. SMACK! SMACK! two more hard ones in the same 
spot sent her in a hopping gallop with her feet hardly 
staying on the ground. The crowd applauded Brian's 
training methods. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and she was practically running in 
a wide circle, unable to get away from Brian who was 
spurred on the laughter and clapping of the audience. 
"Bravo, Brian!" "That's got her going!" "Good job, Lad!" 
"See how her titties jiggle, Mommy?" "Perfect aim, 
Brian!" "Harder!" and other comments as he 'trained' her 
to go faster for several minutes. 

He stopped spanking and she slowed down, then stopped, 
trying to guess where he was. Everyone got quiet as she 
slowly turned around in the center of the floor. Brian 
was smiling broadly as she unknowingly turned her red 
bottom right towards him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and he 
followed her around the floor, walking, while she tried 
to get away again - galloping as fast as she could, and 
jiggling all the way around the room. The crowd cheered 
as he spanked her about every five seconds, speeding her 
up. 

"Let's let her rest a minute," Mr. Long finally 
interceded. 

"Maybe the other children would like to help you 'train' 
her," said Mrs. Hardman. "You can give her some more 
'standing up spankings' - front and back, while she 
tries to walk around. Now, how does she like them, kids 
- hard or soft?" 

"Hard!" answered all the kids at once. They ran to get 
their favorite paddles, belts, and so forth. Heather 
grabbed the belt which worried some of the other would-
be spankers who admired her enthusiasm but did not trust 
her aim. Two men led Marie Clair back to the center of 
the room and moved the remaining chairs and other 
furniture out of the way. 

Dr. Hardman pronounced, "Brian will get a prize for the 
hardest spank so far." 

Robby got back just as the men let go of her and smacked 
her mound with the stir stick. As she turned around to 
hobble away from him, he smacked her harder on the fanny 
with the wooden paddle. He had a paddle in each hand! As 
she tried to hobble away she felt the belt slap the back 
of her leg just above the knee. 

"Maybe we'd better just let 2 kids spank at a time." 
Suggested Dr. Hardman - his request an order. Mr. Long 
became the judge and timer, letting Brian and Heather go 
first. Mr. Jones was the camera operator. 

Heather's next swing with the belt hit her on the side 
of the hip as she turned so that the tip of the belt 
smacked directly onto her pussy, which bent Marie Clair 
over. As she bent over Brian smacked her fanny with the 
riding crop - standing her quickly back up again. The 
adults and kids all laughed as Marie Clair hobbled 
around, making her lemon shaped tits jiggle and bounce. 

After 3 minutes of spanking, the referee said to stop 
and to go kiss and rub the birthday girl. Of course 
Heather liked the 'kiss' idea and went right for her 
tits - just below her mouth level. Brian asked if he 
could check her wetness while he tenderly rubbed her 
bottom. 

The judges looked at each other and then nodded in 
silent permission. Reaching between her legs from 
behind, his finger slipped all the way into her pussy - 
no resistance at all. "She likes this game." he 
announced sagely, holding up a glistening, wet finger to 
the crowd awaiting his verdict. 

Applause and laughter. 

"Three Cheers for Maire Clair!" said Mr. Long. 

"And three chairs for the helpful spankers!" said 
several grown ups. 

"See, the kids are learning a lot playing this game," 
commented one of the parents. "And I'm glad Marie Clair 
is enjoying her role, too." 

"The next two spankers are Billy and Nick. Are you ready 
boys?" asked Mr. Long. 

"No, I'm waiting for the belt," said Nick. 

"Here it is," offered Heather. "But can I test her 
wetness before I sit down? Please, I want to test her, 
too." 

"Sure, Honey," answered Mrs. Hardman. 

Heather started fingering Marie Clair with gusto - 
slipping two fingers at once into the stationary Marie 
Clair. "Bet that feels good, doesn't it Marie Clair?" 
chided Nick as he tested a short piece of the belt on 
her fanny. 

"Don't be mean, Nick," warned his mother. 

"But she said in the video that she likes it hard," 
protested Nick with a wicked grin. "And I bet I can 
spank harder than Brian!"

Laughing agreement, "You're right, Honey. Spank her as 
hard as you want." 

"Go!" said the referee 

SMACK went the belt across the tops of the backs of 
Marie Clair's legs. 

And less that a second later the riding crop smacked her 
bare pubic mound in an upward blow. Marie Clair began 
hopping and turning as the boys gleefully spanked her, 
thinking her noises expressed pleasure. The belt 
continued to strike the backs, sides and fronts of her 
legs from her knees on up, sometimes wrapping to the 
inside. The stinging blows also hit her fanny and 
sometimes the tip of the belt stung the front of her 
pussy.

The crowd was laughing as Marie Clair jumped around, 
hobbled by the two poles attached to ankles and wrists. 
"Look how her tits jiggle, Mommy." giggled Heather. "She 
is so funny." 

"Break!" interrupted the referee after just two minutes. 

"But that wasn't three minutes," objected Nick's mother. 
"Start all over." 

The red lines around her legs and fanny and across her 
lower tummy showed everyone where the blows had been 
landing. 

"OK. They can have another two minutes with different 
paddles." said the referee, "But first they might want 
to let her rest while they check her wetness." 

Mr. Long wanted to give her time to catch her breath. 
"Marie Clair, try to squat down and open you legs for 
the boys. That's a good birthday girl." As she spread 
her knees, hunching her pussy forward for their easy 
inspection. 

She wanted them to keep inspecting her for two reasons. 

Mr. Long had and idea for making it a little easier for 
the nervous contestant. Her perspiration mingled with 
her perfume giving off an sweet aroma. Her whole body 
glistened with her sweat and there was also a slippery 
trail of thicker wetness down the insides of her legs. 

"Boy, this if fun, Nick. Isn't it?" as they each 
inserted a finger into her slippery pussy at the same 
time - for a very tight fit. 

"Help me kneel her down. Why don't you do some softer 
front spanks while she puts her head and shoulders down 
on this pillow with her fanny up in the air?" 

"Sure," said the boys. 

"Well, I would rather just feel her tits some more," 
said Billy. 

"Let me give the birthday girl her choice." said Mr. 
Long. "If you want some gentle 'front spanks' and want 
Billy to feel your tits instead of spanking you, just 
lean forward and put your head on the pillows. If you 
want them to see how hard they can spank you for a few 
more minutes, then stand up." With that she knelt down 
immediately. 

Nick looked at her upturned fanny and changed his mind. 
"I would rather put my fingers in her holes instead of 
spanking her." 

Mr. Long thought this over. "I'll ask the birthday girl 
again. If you would rather have Nick put his fingers in 
you instead of giving you a front spanking, then put 
your knees farther apart." 

And - her knees slid wider apart on the wood floor as 
she arched her back tilting her 'holes' up for easier 
access. 

"I want to, too, Mommy. Please. Can I finger her again?" 

"You already had a turn, but maybe Nick will let you do 
a few for him." 

"No," said Nick. "I want to do all fourteen in each hole 
myself." 

While the crowd was ordering more drinks from Inga, 
Heather went over and whispered something into Nick's 
ear. 

Billy was happily fondling Marie Clair's firm, young 
tits as the crowd refocused on the next round of fun 
after getting their drinks. 

"I'm going to show Heather how to put her fingers into 
the birthday girl, Mom. She hasn't tested Marie's fanny 
yet. Harummmp, Marie Clair, listen up. I want to show 
Heather how to put a finger in your fanny. Your 
challenge is to squeeze so tight that I can't put my 
finger in. But first I'm going to put lots of your juice 
in, so relax while I do that. Put your knees a little 
farther apart if you accept my challenge." 

Marie put her knees even farther apart, arching her back 
more so that her chest was completely on the floor. Mr. 
Long put more pillows under her outstretched hands so 
the bar wouldn't press into her back. Nick dipped out 
some of her lubricant and began pushing it into her 
bottom, until his finger slipped easily in and out. "OK, 
now try to squeeze so hard that I won't be able to get 
my finger in. Wiggle your ass if you're ready." 

Marie Clair wiggled her fanny back and forth then 
tightened her anus as tight as she could and waited. 

Nick got his finger wet again, waited a moment, placed 
his fingertip on her puckered anus, and then pushed 
slowly in - all the way, while turning his hand back and 
forth slowly as he pressed. 

"See Heather, that's how you do it," explained the 
triumphant Nick. The audience clapped and laughed again 
as Heather got her fingers wet and tried first with one 
finger - then two, while Nick probed the front hole. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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