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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, Mam.”
“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 wont 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 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 titties 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 titties - 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 titties 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 titties 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 titties 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 titties 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.
more to come... What's going to happen before all the guests leave?
Let me know your suggestions and comments. corn53@aol.com Let me know if
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