Innocents Abroad by Alex Birch Kerry and Tammi bounded happily down the steps of the aircraft and straight into a cool September breeze which blew across the tarmac of Heathrow Airport. The two girls took a deep breath, their first on British soil, and shivered. 'Wow, daddy said it was cold here...' Kerry said with feeling '...and, boy, he wasn't foolin'!' Tammi grinned and squeezed her friend's arm. 'Aw, stop bitching ...' she said with a grin '...it's bound to feel cold. New York WAS in the middle of a heatwave!' The two girls followed the stream of passengers to the airport bus at the start of their holiday of a lifetime. They were both eighteen and had saved up for this trip to England for twelve months, happy and excited to be here at last. It was the first holiday abroad for both of them and only the second time they'd been on vacation without their respective parents. As they passed through customs, happy and excited, they discussed the route they intended to take once they'd collected the Budget Rent a Car from the lot. Both girls thought alike which made them good travelling companions and both had decided early that they were not going to be the stereotype American tourists who just toured London and Stratford on Avon but were going to explore some of the out of the way places, filming memorable and unusual footage worth the expense of the camcorder. They had decided to head off towards East Anglia where Kerry's father had served in the US Air Force at Mildenhall and he had told her how quaint and pretty some of the villages were. They had pre booked their first night's stay at an inn in Cambridge, not too far a drive from London and were eagerly looking forward to meeting some English people in their own natural habitat for the first time. Both girls had been driving for nearly two years and had no fears about tackling the journey, though both had some concerns about driving a car with the wheel on the 'wrong side' and driving on the other side of the road. Tammi volunteered to drive the first leg of the journey and once they'd checked the car out of the lot she soon had the feel of the Ford Mondeo and began to relax. There were two or three dicey moments at roundabouts on the exit from the airport where she nearly took the car round to the right but a hasty shout from Kerry prevented any risk of a major accident. Once out on the open road Tammi soon mastered the differences and the trip became a breeze. The two girls were surprised by the liberal speed limits, Tammi able to hammer the car along at 70mph on the stretch of motorway leaving the airport. Soon, with Kerry navigating pretty well, the suburbs of north London were behind them and they were out into the Cambridgeshire countryside heading for the university town and their overnight stay. With Cambridge only an hour away, Tammi eased her foot off the gas pedal, the two girls deciding to take in the scenery and perhaps wander off the beaten track a little to some of the tiny villages just off the main road. 'Hey, I've just had a great idea...' Kerry cried '...listen, Tam, why don't we go and grab ourselves a beer in a real old English pub. There's gotta be loads out here. C'mon lets christen the vacation with a drink!' Tammi turned to her friend in amazement . 'Whaaaat...are you crazy...? We're under age, we'd never pass for twenty one. C'mon schmuck forget it! Wait till we get to the hotel!' Kerry grinned in despair. 'Don't you know anything? They let you drink at eighteen here. Daddy said so. I guess he wouldn't be too happy if he thought I was going in bars though!' Tammi looked doubtful 'Are you sure? Well, OK, it is a bit exciting. I've never been in a bar before. I guess your daddy knows. Is it safe for girls?' Kerry smiled. 'Yeah, it's safe. English pubs are kinda quaint so daddy said, 'specially the country ones. They like tourists especially Americans. You have to watch the prices though!' Tammi was soon persuaded so the girls turned off the main road for about five miles and after a worrying drive around a country lane with room for only one vehicle, they found themselves in the small village of Abbots Grimley, with a post office, a small church and a pub called The Green Man. Tammi parked in the small car park at the front and tentatively they opened the door and went in. It was just as Kerry had told her friend, a warm comfortable lounge with a coal fire burning in the hearth, and maybe twelve or so 'regulars' sat at the tables drinking what seemed to the girls massive glasses of beer. The guy behind the bar was a plump red faced man in his early fifties and he looked the two newcomers up and down. There was something in his manner Kerry disliked but she put it down to their being strangers to the community. 'Evening, ladies, and what can I get you?' he enquired and the two girls blushed, taking some seconds to interpret his accent before Kerry replied. 'Er, I guess two beers...is that OK Tam?' and Tammi nodded agreement. Immediately a grin crossed his face and Kerry's initial dislike took on a focus. 'Would that be pints or halves ...?' he asked with a gleam '...and would that be mild, bitter or lager!' Kerry's eyes flashed with anger. She felt like saying 'so you enjoy showing up ignorant tourists you sarcastic son of a bitch' but contented herself with 'Halves,please, and whatever's closest to American beer.' 'Right two halves coming up and that'll be lager. In fact we've got cans of Bud if you'd prefer.' The girls resolved their order and the landlord tried to be a little friendly, asking which part of the States they were from, was it their first trip here and so on. Kerry answered as politely as possible even volunteering the information that this was their first ever drink in a bar anywhere. They began to enjoy the surroundings, the locals exchanging small talk as they came to the bar to be served until the girls really felt at home. After an hour or so, Tammi looked at her watch and realised that the evening shadows would soon be closing in. Not wanting to complete the journey in darkness, she grabbed Kerry's arm indicating that they should leave. The two girls waved goodbye to their new friends and left the pub, watched keenly by the landlord. As soon as the door closed behind them, he moved to a small recess behind the bar, picked up the phone and made a very hasty call. The Ford Mondeo had travelled about two miles down the country lane back towards the main road when Kerry's keen ears picked up the sound of a siren. It was only a matter of seconds before the sound had assumed shape. A police car with lights flashing was right behind them. At first the two girls thought the car was trying to pass them but Tammi could see through the driving mirror that the police wanted them to pull over. 'Oh God, he's gonna stop us!' she cried, her face pale as Kerry touched her arm reassuringly. 'Don't worry, we only had two small beers and we haven't done anything wrong' she answered, but her own nervousness was apparent. Tammi found a passing area on the country road and pulled in as the police car slowed up and followed them, two uniformed officers getting out. 'Hi officer...'Tammi said nervously as she wound down the window '...did we do something wrong?' 'Just get out of the car, please Miss ...and you too!' one policeman said motioning to Kerry, both girls obeying at once. 'Now girls ...' said the older policeman who appeared to be senior '...you were observed leaving the Green Man pub and driving erratically. Have you been drinking?' Tammi began to stammer 'Well, officer, we just had a coupla small beers and we're not used to the car but I...I didn't think...' The two policemen looked at each other and smirked. 'Americans, are you? Can I see your passports and drivers licences please?' the senior officer continued and the two girls, trembling, opened their bags and produced the documents. They continued to squirm as the two policemen studied the documents and frowned. 'Oh dear. I see you're both 18...' the policeman continued '...underage drinking eh...not to mention possibly under the influence ...and driving a hire car!' Kerry gasped 'Underage? My dad told me that in England you could drink at eighteen and we're not under the influence. Please let us go...we're on vacation.' 'So your dad knows more than the local police eh' the policeman scowled, his tone ever more menacing and Kerry shrank back in apology. Tammi was weeping now for both girls realised they were in big trouble. 'Very well ladies, we'll have to resolve this down at the police station...' the senior officer told them grimly '...Constable Barrett, take the ladies car keys and follow in their car, please. You two in the back of the police car...NOW!' The two girls were now in tears as they obeyed the order, the police car moving off towards the village once more. The girls hardly noticed passing the Green Man again as they sat, huddled and frightened, in the back seat, soon arriving at what looked like a small detached house with a blue 'POLICE' sign over the top. They were ushered through the front door where a young policeman sat at the desk. There didn't seem to be anyone else around and the girls guessed, correctly, that in this small place these three were the only police on duty. The young policeman at the desk booked them in as the girls gave their names, home addresses and so on, their voices cracked and halting. 'Right you two ...interview room' said the older policeman who, on removing his overcoat, was revealed to be a Sergeant. Tammi and Kerry were half pushed along the corridor by the Sergeant, Constable Barrett following along behind, until they arrived at the interview room. They were ushered inside and found just a low wooden table and four chairs. They were not invited to sit but were made to stand by the table as the two policemen sat down and stared at them. 'Well, lets get down to business, shall we...' the sergeant said angrily '...and if you're expecting to be read your rights or Mirandised or whatever you people call it, your rights are that you're in police custody for motoring offences, underage drinking and possible intoxication so you're in a tight spot!' Through her tears, Kerry tried to compose herself. 'W..what will happen to us...?' she cried weakly '...oh listen we're awful sorry. We didn't mean...' 'Bit too late to be sorry young lady ...' the sergeant replied, the constable nodding in agreement, a strange glint in his eye '...this will have to go to court, I'm afraid! You'll have to stay in custody until the hearing, maybe a week or so and then face trial. If you're found guilty which is almost certain, you'll be sent back to America with a criminal conviction and you won't be allowed back here again.' The two girls gasped in unison, Tammi weeping loudly and Kerry trying to collect her thoughts. 'Look, officer...' she said weakly '...this is all a big misunderstanding. We're not drunk and we didn't know the law. Yeah, I know its no excuse but please this is our first vacation in England. Couldn't you ease up on us some?' The Sergeant and the Constable exchanged meaningful looks and grinned. 'Well...' said the Sergeant slowly '...I wouldn't normally consider this and it would have to be off the record, but I think we could consider dropping the charges as long as you are prepared to accept some severe punishment from us!' The girls' mouths dropped open in shock, their faces colouring beetroot red. 'You..you don't mean ...?' Tammi gasped and the Sergeant nodded his head vigorously. 'That's exactly what I mean. Good old fashioned discipline is what you young girls need. If you're prepared to accept a damned good hiding from Constable Barrett and myself, what you Americans call a 'blistered butt' I believe, then you can go on your way. Otherwise you'll be detained for a week and then taken to court.' Kerry was sobbing violently, her blonde hair swirling as she shook her head vigorously in shocked refusal. 'You..you can't...you can't ...' she muttered weakly '...it's not allowed.' 'Oh, another thing daddy told you eh...?' the policeman sneered '...well, its up to you. Its that or the courts and a ruined holiday.' The two girls clung together for comfort for what seemed an eternity as an unspoken question passed between them and Kerry voiced the answer, her face blushing red. 'I..I guess we'll take the spanking and get it over with!' she muttered quietly and the Sergeant smiled. 'Very wise ...' he said '...Constable, go and fetch the implement!' and the young constable rose obediently and left the room. 'Implement ...?' Tammi cried in fright '...are you gonna paddle us?' and the Sergeant smiled. 'We don't use the paddle here, young lady, that's an American invention. You're getting a damned good caning!' The two girls shrieked in unison 'God, no not the cane...please!' but the Sergeant was unmoved as Barrett returned to the room carrying a 3ft length of brown rattan. The very sight of it moved the girls to more anguished crying until the Sergeant banged on the desk. 'Right lets get on with it ...'he demanded '...now get your shoes and socks off!' Kerry stared at him wide eyed. 'W..what?' she cried. 'Don't argue ...' he shouted '...just do it!' and they did so, fingers nervously tearing at the laces of their sneakers. He looked at the two of them standing barefoot and trembling. 'Good. Now get your jeans off!' Tammi cried out 'You can't ...this is indecent. You can't... please!' 'You girls don't know what indecent is yet. Now just do it!' Shivering with shame and terror, the two girls unzipped their jeans and lowered them with trembling fingers until they were round their ankles. The girls stepped out of them and stood weeping as the policemen appraised them. 'Very nice!' the Sergeant said with a grin as his eyes took in the two pairs of shapely bare legs, the girls modesty protected now only by their tiny cotton panties. The Sergeant smiled at his equally excited colleague and pointed to the girls underwear. 'Right, now its showtime! Off with your panties and be quick about it!' he ordered and the two girls dissolved in hysteria. 'Nooooo...' Kerry yelled as Tammi sank to the floor in shame and terror '...please spare us that! Not bare bottom, I beg you!' The Sergeant grinned and shook his head. 'Do as you're told or you're in court. Get those panties right off ladies. This is going to be an introduction to England I want you to remember. You're getting twelve strokes each on your bare bottoms!' The policemen watched avidly as the two girls,crying and trembling with shame, pulled their panties down, each girl trying to do the job one handed while preventing a view of her precious pussy with the other. They stepped out of their panties and immediately both hands went between their legs but the men were not having that. 'Stand up straight, hands on your heads!' the sergeant barked and Kerry began to protest tearfully. A withering stare was enough to defeat her and the girls, weeping hysterically, stood upright with hands on head displaying one blonde and one brunette thatch revealing just a hint of young tender pussy lips. 'Now the pair of you get across that table...' the Sergeant ordered '...come on there's plenty of room. Come on blondie, you here and your mate at the other end so we've got room to swing the cane at both of you!' The sobbing girls obeyed as he ordered them to reach right across the table on tip toe and grip the far edge. The next order provoked more weeping as they were told to spread their legs well apart and bend lower, knowing what sort of an exhibition this would provide the two policemen. 'Are you ready, Constable?' the Sergeant enquired as he picked up the cane and even through her fear, Kerry wondered ready for what? Then her ears caught a whirring sound making her gasp in horror and spin her head round. Barrett had taken their camcorder out of the car and was recording the whole of their humiliating ordeal. All fight was gone and Kerry merely lay back across the table and cried. 'I think we'll start with you, blondie ...' the Sergeant said '...I'll save the driver for later!' and Tammi let out a shriek of fear, wondering what that meant. Kerry lay still, trying not to tense her buttocks, then she heard a faint hiss before the cane smacked across the centre of her bare backside turning it into a molten furnace in seconds. 'Aaaaaaaagh' she howled and then hiss, crack, the cane buried itself into her buttocks a second time, half an inch below the first. Her scream was louder now and her bottom began to writhe across the table. 'Keep it still or you'll get extra!' the Sergeant warned and Kerry desperately got herself back in position, her agony greater than she could have ever believed. The next few strokes came swiftly until by the seventh Kerry was writhing and howling like a ten year old. There was a sudden pause in the caning and she lay still, terrified and in agony, as she heard the heavy breathing of the policeman behind her. Suddenly without warning she felt two firm fingers thrusting into her pussy and she screamed in humiliated protest as the fingers began to turn and massage inside her vagina. Despite her reluctance to cooperate, Kerry felt herself beginning to moisten as the policeman's fingers coaxed an involuntary reaction. Tammi who was lying waiting became aware of the change of mood and cried out nervously 'Whats happening, Kerry?' only to be told to shut up and wait her turn. 'Well, young lady ...' said the Sergeant '...I think you're enjoying it too much, I'm going to have to cane you a bit harder' and with that he withdrew his fingers with indecent haste leaving Kerry gasping, raised the cane to his shoulder and delivered five mighty blows in swift succession to the girl's inflamed rear producing hideous screams and a bottom which had more lines than a railway siding. 'Well, that's you done ...' the Sergeant growled '...now for your mate!' Kerry lay across the table and wept deep choking sobs as the Sergeant moved up the table and addressed the bare bottom of the young trembling brunette. 'Right my girl, twelve stingers for you!' he said with a grin and raised the cane as Tammi began to weep with fear. The first stroke was delivered with some venom and Tammi howled as she took her hands off the table and attempted to reach her bottom but was pushed roughly back into place. 'Two extra for that!' the Sergeant grunted and Tammi wept in terror. The hiss,crack of the cane resounded every ten seconds or so until Tammi had taken eight strokes. She was howling like a mad woman, her eyes wide with anguish and tears rolling down her face, glad suddenly that the caning appeared to have stopped. Suddenly she cried out with humiliation as she too felt two thick fingers roughly thrust into her vagina and she began to cry out in protest. It was no use and the inquisitive digits continued to turn and stroke inside her as she wept until the fingers came up against a natural barrier. 'Well, well...' said the Sergeant with a laugh '...I thought your species was extinct. A little eighteen year old virgin. We'll have to go easy with her after this, Barrett!' and the young constable with the camcorder chuckled in agreement. The fingers were hastily withdrawn, the effect on Tammi nowhere near as arousing as on Kerry, for the terrified virgin was dry and sore, then the caning began once more. Tammi would have almost cried out for the sexual assault to continue rather than the agonising cane which seared her bottom afresh. She took another six strokes including her two penalties and by the end she was screaming and weeping across the table, her bottom writhing in agony. 'Right...' said the sergeant '...that's part one over with. Barrett, put the camcorder down and sit next to me. I don't think we'll tape the next bit !' The two men sat in adjacent chairs as the two agonised, frightened girls lay across the table wondering what happened next. 'You two ...' the sergeant yelled '...get up off that table, kneel down and get between our knees!' As the two terrified teenagers sank to the floor and turned round, they both gasped in shock as their eyes discovered the two police officers seated in adjacent chairs, their trousers open and two massive erect penises thrust out like lances towards the girls faces. 'Now suck them ...' the sergeant instructed '...and swallow it down. Don't tell me you've never sucked a cock before. Now get on with it. Any delay and you'll go to court anyway. We'll just deny all this happened and we'll get Wilson from the desk to back it up!' Crying in shame, the two young teenagers knelt forward and did as they were told, taking the penises into the back of the throat and sucking lustily. 'Christ, Barrett...' the sergeant gasped '...these two could make a living at this. I've never had such a fuckin' good blow job in my life!' Eventually within seconds of each other, both officers gave a moan, their bodies arched and the girls mouths were filled with copious amounts of warm semen. Tammi and Kerry, desperately trying not to gag, swallowed hard until every drop had gone and were rewarded with a gentle pat on the head. 'OK girls ...' the sergeant said '...punishment over. You're free to go but of course you'll need another camcorder cassette. We'll be keeping this one as evidence of consent. Any bleating to any police officers or your precious Embassy about your treatment and we'll make sure copies get circulated. Constable Wilson out there has gone through your handbags and we found your postcard list with all your friends names on it. Won't they get a nice surprise when they get a video for a cold night! So mum's the word as they say in England ...or keep your traps shut!' The two girls staggered to their feet, coughing and retching, and in front of the amused policemen began to painfully dress, each girl crying out as first panties and then jeans chafed her swollen bottom . Once fully dressed they were escorted out to their car, their property returned. The policemen began to laugh as the girls eased themselves gently into the car seats, Tammi particularly crying out as her tender bottom touched the cold leather. She was crying and shaking so much that it took nearly five minutes before she could start the car and drive jerkily away, the policemen grinning as they watched them leave. 'They were a lovely little pair of darlins, weren't they Barrett!' said the sergeant with a smirk. 'Certainly were, Sarge, but what happens when they get to Cambridge and find the legal age IS eighteen over here?' The sergeant grinned. 'Well it'll teach 'em to check their facts won't it! They're not going to admit they were caned for being underage, now are they, especially with the video evidence we've got? Then, as the Ford Mondeo carrying two shocked and disillusioned American teenagers disappeared into the distance, the two policemen roared with laughter and the sergeant nudged his colleague. By the way...' he said '... don't forget to ring Bert at the Green Man and thank him for the tip off and the low down on the girls. Tell him that will be four weekends he can peddle drugs in his pub without us paying him a visit!' END