Part 3

The Humiliating training of Emma part 3

The memory of Saturday night was a blur as we drove home on Sunday morning. James gave me a wry smile as we went over a bump and I winced in pain, my bottom and legs still very sore from my ordeal. Sharon had put a mirror behind me before we left and I could not believe the horrible marks on my backside and all the way down my thighs. It was the cane, which had been the worst, I was almost hoarse with screaming and yelling in pain as they used it on me. Even my poor pussy had not escaped its cruel cut as Greg had me lay on my back and lift my legs in the air for him to bring it down along the length of my slit.

The whole journey home was agonising and I was desperate just to lay on my front and give my bum some much-needed comfort. James meanwhile did not help as he told me how he was going to take a leaf out of Greg's book and keep me in line with regular thrashings. Although I knew I would accept them from him it just didn't seem the same and I felt something was missing. I was proved right a few days later when he tried to be strict with me. I had come home from work to find him waiting with the leather strap in his hand and no sooner had I come through the door I was over the kitchen table. He made hold the opposite end with my hands while he lifted my skirt and pulled down my knickers. He gave me about forty hard smacks with the strap, all the time telling me I deserved it for being such a slut with Greg and Sharon. I could feel the excitement build but it was more to do with the memory than with what James was doing. I did squeal with delight as he thrust his hard cock in to me still over the table but after a few minutes he shot his cum inside me and with a smack to my bum told me he loved me.

I looked up at the clock and the whole thing had took just fifteen minutes and James seemed satisfied he had put me in my place but I was desperate for more. The same kind of thing happened almost once a week and my frustration was beginning to become unbearable. I wanted my torment to last hours not minutes and I wanted to be really shamed as well as punished. Greg had lit a spark inside me and now I wanted it to burn so much that James was no where near enough for me.

It was a few days later when I got what I really wanted, I had talked to James about me needing more and on Saturday morning we went round to his Mums house. We were having a cup of tea when James bumped in to me and made me spill my tea all over the carpet. His Mum was furious and James immediately told me I would be spanked for being clumsy when we got home. I looked at him in amazement that he would say such a thing in front of his own Mother but then stared in disbelief as he said 'in fact if mum doesn't mind I might spank you now".

She was all for it and before I knew what was happening I was over his knee with my skirt round my waist. As he delivered a torrent of slaps he told his mum that he usually has my bum bare and he had to spank me all the time for not doing as I was told. Of course his Mum was delighted she never really liked me anyway, she thought I was a bit stuck up and looked down on her. I gasped in shame as I heard his Mum tell him to never mind her and punish me properly.

He told me to get up off his lap and remove my skirt and my underwear completely; I could see the look of triumph in his Mum's eyes.

I knew I could not refuse but this was a thousand times worse than doing it front of Sharon and Greg and the other people I might never see again. I unfastened my skirt and walked over to a chair to lay it across and then looked at my boyfriend's mum gloating at me. I turned my back to her and removed my panties and instinctively put them on my skirt neatly. Oh god what did she think of her son's twenty-five year old girlfriend doing this in front of her. With my hands clasped between my legs I walked back towards them, James stood up and walked behind me. A hard slap on my bum accompanied the command to put my hands on my head and with his Mum a few feet away I exposed my shaven mound to her. She gave a stifled giggled as she saw my sex and then laughed out loud as her son told her how I have to keep it hairless down there because I behave like a ten-year old.

I was almost shaking with humiliation but I knew this is what I wanted and more of it. He began to spank me hard now and made me tell his Mum how I deserve to be punished and I needed keeping in line. He also told her how I had been spanked on holiday by Greg and shown myself off to other people. She called me a shameless tart and said I should be thrashed properly until I was crying like a baby. The next thing I knew I was standing in the corner and my boyfriend gave my bum a little tap and told me he was going out to cut the grass for an hour and his Mum would keep an eye on me. I felt ridiculous standing with my bum on show to his Mum like a naughty little girl but my ordeal was far from over. I could hear her on the telephone and then with a laugh she came back in the room "you better get used to this my girl".

I froze when I heard a knock on the door and she went to answer it, surely she would not let some one see me like this.

"So you've been a naughty girl then" came the voice, it was Mrs. Woods her next door neighbour. I could feel my face as red as my backside as the two women looked at me with amusement.

A dinning chair was brought in to the room and I was made to bend over it with my palms flat on the seat. "Come on stick your bum up" laughed Mrs. Woods then I shrieked as I felt a hard smack across my cheeks. She walked up to my face and showed me a wooded paddle "what do you think of this" she mocked. I listened as she told me how she had bought it as a joke when she went to America and was glad she had a chance to use it on such a spoilt little brat as myself. She continued to give me some more hard smacks and then gave it to my boyfriends Mum to have a go.

"You deserve this don't you Emma" she teased before giving me he share of smacks. I was really crying now but she wasn't satisfied until I was blubbering uncontrollably like a baby and then she gave me one last hard one before looking in my face. "Well, well" she smiled " we have brought you down a peg or two haven't we", without thinking I replied "thank you".

James came back in as I was again standing in the corner and congratulated the two women for teaching me a lesson, he ran his hands across my bottom and commented how sore it felt. He then told them that he knew where to send me when I needed some more which would probably be next week. I was only allowed to put my skirt back on and we went home to an amazing afternoon of sex.

James asked me what I though of his Mum knowing all about me and of course spanking me herself and I could only admit the truth that it was so humiliating but thrilling at the same time.

The following week I had to go by myself as James was working and I had been told to ask his mum to smack my bum, as I deserved it for being a spoilt brat all week. Of course Mrs. Wood was there but what shocked me was that my boyfriend's brother Carl was also there, surly they would not let him see me spanked he was only fifteen for god's sake.

I went to sit down but my boyfriend's Mum told me quite abruptly to stand in front of them and tell them what I had to say for myself. I could barely speak with Carl sitting there and in barely a whisper I stuttered out my shameful words. My eyes were drawn to his and he had such a look amusement on his face but to my relief he was told that perhaps he should go to his room and let me be dealt with in private so to speak. As he walked past me he just looked right at me and smiled "see you later Emma" and grinned.

I was soon in the same position as last week and the paddle began its work on my bum. Before long I was pleading and begging them to let me off and promising to do anything at all to stop the paddle. "Well if you will be really good maybe we might stop," said Mrs. Wood. I listened in horror at their suggestion for what was about to happen next, they wanted to take me swimming at the local baths to show my well punished backside off to as many people as possible. After refusing point blank at first they continued with the paddle until I promised that I would do it.

I was stood against the wall once more while they went to get ready and after a few minutes my sobbing had died down and my whole body felt like it was on fire with the impending humiliation I was going to suffer.

"Oh dear that looks sore" spoke a gloating Carl, oh my god I couldn't believe they had let him see me like this. "You must have been really naughty" he laughed and calmly sat down to look at me. "You shouldn't be here" I begged but he just laughed and told me how he could not help but hear me yelping and wanted see what all the fuss was about. "Turn round then and show me the front" he asked as if he was asking for the most normal thing in the world.

Despite my obvious shame and utter humiliation I wanted to turn round, "Please I will get another spanking" I whispered, "Mums gone next door to get ready" he grinned so show me or I will paddle you. After making him promise to not to tell I turned round, "wow, no hair, cool" he completed my humiliation by laughing loudly.

I had never blushed as much in my life as he made open my legs as wide as could by threatening to tell his Mum how I deliberate showed him between my legs. I thought it could not get any worse when he told me to pull myself open so he could see inside me. I wanted to do it, I wanted to look like a cheap whore for him I would have done anything he said but then we heard voices.

His Mum chided him for looking at me when she walked back in but Mrs. Wood said it was good he had seen how a stuck up tart gets treated.

I was given some clothes and told to go and put them on before we went to the baths. I looked absolute ridiculous in what they wanted me to wear it turned out they were Mrs. Woods daughter's netball outfit. I had also been told to remove all my make-up, which was a good job really with all the crying I had done.

Carl openly laughed when he saw me and his Mum joined in saying I hardly looked like the snobby stuck up bitch I normally tried to be. I was a nervous as kitten walking outside dressed like this and prayed no one from work saw me.

As we got in the car I heard a couple of wolf whistles from some guys walking past as I tried to hold down the stupid short pleated skirt. After being told in no uncertain terms that I better be on my best behavior we set off.