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After what he'd done to her, just having her bottom slapped must have been a relief, at least for a while. He did it really hard, putting his whole arm into every slap and hitting her thighs as well as her bum cheeks. She was kicking immediately, and wiggling her bum around in a pathetic and useless effort to dodge the smacks, and I was sure that if her knickers hadn't been in her mouth she'd have been squealing like a pig.

Everybody thought it was hilarious, laughing and clapping, complimenting Mr Spottiswood on his technique and remarking on how much he'd added by stuffing all three of her holes with panties. I was very grateful indeed it wasn't me, and felt genuinely sorry for her, but I was getting ever more turned on, both by the fuss she was making and the view of her rear end with her cheeks wobbling to the smacks and the red and black knickers jerking and bouncing in her holes. Jemima just thought it was hilarious.

‘You wait,' I told her as the spanking finally stopped and Penny slumped exhausted across Mr Spottiswood's knee. ‘Just you wait.'

‘I told you,' she answered. ‘Hudson's promised to be gentle with me. But wasn't it funny watching Aunt Penny spanked like that?'

I didn't answer, and she gave me a pert look as Penny was sent into the corner with a final smack to
her now blazing red bottom. Our eyes made contact as she crossed the room, and I managed to mouth my thanks before she'd joined Maggie against the wall with her hands on her head and the tears still trickling slowly down her face.

‘An excellent spanking there, Ken,' Morris said as he stepped forward once more, ‘and so, without delay, we have . . .'

He dipped his hand into the top hat.

‘. . . Helen.'

She chose Lucius Todmorden, and was duly turned over his knee, her sailor skirt lifted, her knickers pulled down and her sweetly formed bottom spanked to a rosy pink. He was far nicer to her than Mr Spottiswood had been to Penny, but she was a bit of a baby about it and cried, still snivelling as she joined the others against the wall. With three red bums now decorating his living room, Morris went to the hat once more, selecting Harmony.

Her choice was Morris himself, and he added an extra humiliation by opening the top of her chauffeur's uniform and pulling her breasts out, so that they bounced and jiggled as her bottom was smacked. Melody watched with undisguised approval as her sister was punished, even ducking down to tease Harmony's nipples while Morris inserted a finger at the other end.

With Harmony sent into the corner Morris picked again. June's name came out of the hat and she chose Mr Judd, who tried to outdo both Morris and Mr Spottiswood for sheer dirtiness, taking her big, coffee-coloured tits out of her blouse, and gagging her with her school knickers while she was spanked. It didn't work, because she just lapped it all up, wiggling her bottom and mumbling encouragement through her panty gag. His response was to beat her with one of
her own shoes, which finally got some reaction out of her, and she was looking distinctly sorry for herself as she went to the wall.

Toy followed, and choose Mr Mulligan. He hesitated, glancing at me, and I remembered how I'd promised him first go, but Toy was already at the chair, kneeling on it with her pretty evening gown turned up onto her back to show off the French knickers she had on underneath. He gave me what was presumably supposed to be an apologetic look and went to her, turning down her knickers and dishing out what would have been a quite elegant spanking if he hadn't kept stopping to pull her pussy open and show off the pink inside her hole.

Annabelle was chosen next, and selected Melody, but to my surprise she was refused and forced to chose again. With Mr Enos, Mr Protheroe and Hudson Staebler left, there was really only one choice. She went for Staebler, and I heard Jemima click her tongue in annoyance. I threw her a worried glance, because a very nasty suspicion indeed had begun to grow in my head, worse even than having to take a spanking from either of the two dirty old men still in the game.

Hudson Staebler made a thorough job of Annabelle, leaving her snivelling badly and clutching her little red bottom as she joined the line of punished girls standing against the wall. I tried to catch Morris's eye as he went back to the hat, but he ignored me. Sophie's name came out.

She was spanked by Mr Protheroe, another one who liked to humiliate his victims. He made her talk her way through the punishment, asking him to pull her knickers down, open her cheeks and even for a tickle of her bumhole. Like June she took it well, openly enjoying her degradation, even when he tried
to break her composure by fucking her with one of the butt plugs.

That left three of us, and Melody looked as unhappy as I felt, eyeing the enormously fat Mr Enos even before her name had been drawn from the hat. She knew she'd be going over his knee, and so did I. Sure enough, her name was picked, and over she went. He was actually really nice to her, comparatively, only taking down her knickers to the top of her thighs and spending a lot of time stroking and patting her bottom before getting down to the proper spanking. Despite that she obviously found the experience utterly humiliating, and she was pouting badly by the end.

Morris stepped up again, now grinning right across his face, and rubbing his hands in unconcealed joy as he looked down on Jemima and me. All my suspicions were confirmed, the entire game a set-up so that he could arrange for a fresh sister-to-sister spanking in front of his dirty old men, and presumably he thought that when all the others had taken their punishment, including his own, very dominant wife, neither of us would have the guts to refuse. He was wrong.

‘You're a cheat, Morris,' I said as I stood up. ‘Sophie and June arrived late, but you already had their names in the hat, and I want to know why Melody turned down Annabelle. You set this whole thing up, didn't you, so you could all watch Jemima and me spank each other, you bunch of perverts.'

‘Absolutely not!' Morris answered, but he was having trouble hiding his grin. ‘It was completely fair. You saw me draw the names out of the hat myself.'

‘I'm not stupid, Morris,' I answered him, picking up the hat. ‘It's one of those magician's hats, isn't it, with a false piece so you can hide things.'

There were two pieces of paper in the hat, obviously mine and Jemima's, but that wasn't stopping me. I punched my fist into the hat, as hard as I could, and again, bursting the crown and ripping the seam of the silk lining.

‘That was actually quite an expensive topper,' Morris stated, ‘from Gieves and Hawkes.'

‘Not any more!' I told him, jerking at the torn silk to discover the secret compartment.

There wasn't one.

‘You're paying for that,' Melody remarked, turning around, ‘and don't forget you already owe me for my bike.'

‘Shut up!' I snapped. ‘You've been spanked, haven't you? Keep your nose against the wall and pull your knickers down properly.'

Her mouth came wide in astonishment and fury, but I wasn't finished.

‘I don't know how you did it, Morris, but you did, didn't you, and if you think I'm going to spank my baby sister in front of this crew of lecherous old bastards you've got another thought coming, and also . . .'

‘Pippa!' Jemima spoke up from behind me. ‘You're spoiling the fun, and I'm not a baby.'

‘He's trying to trick us into spanking each other, Jemima,' I exclaimed, ‘knickers down and with plugs up our bums! Jesus, Morris, you're a . . .'

‘Oh come on, Pip,' Jemima urged. ‘I'll be gentle with you if you're gentle with me, and I'm sure Morris will let us off the plug thingies if . . . I don't know, we give them a little striptease or something.'

‘Now there's a girl with sense,' Morris cut in, ‘a nice sisterly striptease after the spankings, maybe a little feel of each other's titties, and you needn't plug each other.'

‘Shut up!' I yelled at him. ‘Jemima, for goodness sake . . .'

‘That sounds OK,' she interrupted, ‘and anyway, it's not like it will be the first time we've got dirty together, except for the spanking.'

I could not believe I'd heard her correctly at first, but I had, and so had everybody else. An excited buzz ran around the room, both among the men and the long row of spanked girls against the wall, whispering together and looking at Jemima and I as my face flared to a blazing heat, my cheeks redder than any bottom in the room. It was the one secret I'd never told anybody, not even Penny, and she'd blurted it out to a room full of lechers and sadists, kinky girls and dirty old men, including my employers and our own aunt.

For a long moment I couldn't even speak, my mouth locked open and my every muscle frozen, until a red spark seemed to ignite in my head. I looked down at Jemima, thinking of all I'd done to try to protect her, and the way she'd reacted; teasing me, laughing at me, getting off over my smacked bum, pulling down my bikini pants in front of Morris and Melody, and now this. It was the final straw.

‘Right you filthy little brat!' I shouted, snatching at her wrist. ‘You want to be spanked? You're going to get spanked! You're going to get spanked until you howl, you little slut! Come here.'

She'd begun to struggle, suddenly frightened, but I had a good grip on her wrist and I was still stronger than her. As I lurched backwards she came with me, onto the rug, now babbling protests and pleas as I dragged her across to the spanking chair and sat down. She was fighting as hard as she could, now desperate to stop what she'd been willing to take just moments before, but I wasn't going to give in. I
managed to get her arm twisted up behind her back and wrenched her off balance as I sat down hard on the chair.

‘Get over, you!' I screamed, and I'd done it, hauling her into place across my knee with her arm locked tight in the small of her back.

Her long legs were kicking in every direction, her free arm flailing wildly in her efforts to scratch me, her hair tossing, and she was screaming too, begging me to get off her and threatening to tell Mum almost in the same breath. I just tightened my grip, until her protests gave way to a squeak of pain and she went suddenly limp, panting for breath as she continued to talk.

‘I will, Pippa,' she said. ‘I'll tell Mum. I'll tell her everything, about what you and AJ do, and how you like to be spanked, and how we play dirty together, and . . .'

‘Oh no you won't,' I told her, ‘because you're just as bad as me, you little tart . . . slut. Right, let's have your panties down.'

‘Pip, no!' she squealed, and she begun to fight again, struggling desperately as I flipped up her abbreviated school skirt to show off the seat of the white knickers she'd been flashing all afternoon.

‘It's what you want, isn't it?' I demanded. ‘A good spanking in front of the boys? Well you're going to get it, and you're going to get it bare. So . . . down . . . they . . . come.'

She'd gone absolutely wild, screaming abuse and thrashing in my grip, but I had her arm locked up tight and a good grip on her panties. As I spoke I'd pulled them down in three sharp jerks and her bottom was bare to the room, her pussy on plain show as her legs pumped in her desperation to break free. She realised, suddenly pressing her thighs together to hide
herself, but it made little difference. I couldn't see her cunt properly, but her cheeks were too slim to conceal her anus, and her pussy hole showed too.

The anger was still burning in my head, and I was determined to see it through and give her a proper spanking. I kept my grip as I adjusted her panties and skirt to make sure I had the full expanse of her bottom to smack. She'd stopped fighting, knowing she couldn't escape and would only succeed in making a show of her cunt, but she was still alternately pleading and threatening to tell Mum.

‘I will, Pippa, I'll tell! I don't care if I get told off too, I don't!'

‘Act your age, Jemima,' I snapped. ‘You wanted a spanking, and now you're going to get it, but first: what was it you thought was so funny when Aunt Penny was spanked? That's it, when that dirty old git asked if she wiped her bottom properly. Well let's see how clean your own bumhole is, shall we? Will that be funny too?'

‘No!' she screamed.

She gave a violent lurch, nearly knocking the chair over, but I'd been expecting it and clung on, my spare hand digging between her cheeks to open them wide, spreading out the tight pink dimple of her anus for all to see. The star of tiny lines leading to her anus was ever so slightly brown, and there was a little piece of blue loo paper stuck in the hole itself, at the sight of which all my anger just collapsed.

It came home to me what I was doing, showing off my little sister's bottom hole to a room full of gawping men. I quickly let go of her cheeks, but it was too late to stop. She deserved it, and she'd wanted it, so I began to spank her, struggling with my own feelings as my hand slapped down on her neat little cheeks, my own sister's cheeks.

She'd gone limp, surrendered to the smacking, not even caring for the display of cunt and bumhole she was making from the rear. I knew how she felt. They'd seen it all. What did it matter if they had a good stare? Her panties were down for exactly that reason. What was wrong that she was over her big sister's knee? Who better to punish her for being such an utter brat? Who cared if her bumhole was dirty and her pussy was wet? She was being spanked, and the more she was humiliated the better, because then maybe, just maybe, she would realise it wasn't just an adult game.

I stopped, my hand still on her bottom, now fighting my own guilt for what I'd done. Yet everyone was still watching, and I couldn't show my feelings in front of them. I already felt awful for losing my temper, and I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me get in a state too. Determined at least to look as if I was in control, I gave Jemima's bottom a little rub as I spoke.