'May I interest anyone in a snack?'
'Mm, lovely, I'm famished! Got any Fringles, Harry?'
I cast my eye over Norma's luscious curves and mused that a big girl like her must need to nibble regularly to keep her strength up. She absentmindedly ran her hands over the wondrous boobs and I heard her stomach rumble. Harry extricated himself from the limb-fest and headed for the kitchen to have a rummage in his drawers. Suddenly hot, I peeled off my top and threw it on the carpet. Harry frowned, in the middle of popping open a tube of crispy snacks.
'Bad girl. Pick that up!'
This was an old game but a good one. Slyly, I thrust my naked breasts towards him, fixed my eyes upon the floor and pouted prettily.
'Shan't!'
Norma giggled and lraC cleared his throat expectantly (and, I noted, with more than a trace of interest).
'Jay.'
Two pairs of interested eyes swiveled toward Harry and he sucked his stomach in. I stuck my chin out.
'Won't neither!'
I felt all eyes return to me, although I did not remove my gaze from the pristine rug.
'I see. Does someone want a nice bare bottom spanking in front of our guests? That could certainly be arranged.'
'Ooh!'
Norma and lraC exclaimed simultaneously and I heard Harry snort with barely suppressed mirth.
'Right then. Norma, lraC, I must apologize for the unruly behavior of my little friend here. I'm obliged to tan her hide on a regular basis for the benefit of our mutual health and well being, as I'm sure you'll understand. She'd be quite unbearable otherwise. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it.'
'Ooh, yes!'
Again, both spectators answered in unison and I finally raised my eyes to observe an interesting procession of expressions march across Harry's craggy visage. lraC slid to his knees on the carpet and Norma leaned forward intently, her huge boobs resting on her thighs.
'You know what to do, miss.'
'Yes, sir.'
Demurely, I sidled into the bedroom and returned with Harry's house-warming gift. There was an audible intake of breath, followed by a stereophonic gasp.
'Meet Aunt Jemima.'
'Ooh, I've never seen one like that before!'
'It's so long. Look – the dangly bits are touching the floor…'
Harry coughed modestly and nonchalantly tossed some nuts into a dish.
'Yes, it is rather a fine specimen, isn't it? Fortunately, Miss Lawrence has excellent taste in, ahem, implements.'
'Nothing worse than a budget flogger.'
I laid Aunt Jemima on the kitchen counter, carefully arranging the long black leather strands to artful effect. It looked like a strange many-tentacled sea creature and I remembered Harry's pirate ancestry. Sometimes he can look quite scary…
'What to do? What to do?'
Harry finished filling bowls with assorted nibbles and slowly lifted the flogger in one hand, lovingly fondling its wicked tails. He looked thoughtful.
'Right, lraC. Have a rummage through the CD rack and put on something with a nice lash-concealing beat. The neighbors might not understand…'
My stomach turned over, delicious butterflies danced about my belly button. A public punishment, with witnesses! I had daydreamed about such a scenario but never imagined we'd pull it off. As it were… lraC crouched before Harry's CD collection, visibly bemused by the eclectic assortment of titles. Eventually, his face brightened and he pulled one out. Harry moved around the kitchen counter, the tails of his flogger casually draped over one broad shoulder. lraC fed the new disc into the slot. Harry gestured to Norma's bosom-filled lap. I raised my skirt to waist-height, then eased myself beneath the mighty mounds, feeling my pussy brush across Norma's solid thighs. She stiffened slightly.
'Harry, I hope you're a good shot with that thing of yours! I don't want my nipples singed.'
'But of course I am, you silly girl. Press the button, lraC.'
I felt an exhilarating rush of cool air pass over my exposed nether regions as Harry whisked his flogger energetically in a dramatic warm-up. Norma leaned back a little, although most of her breast-shelf remained in contact with my bum. There was a click and whirr from the CD player, then all hell broke loose.
'RAW HIDE!'
'Jesus Christ!'
I couldn't help myself this time; I just had to laugh, although I realized the half-suppressed giggles were making my bottom wobble in a rather unbecoming fashion. That song had always made me split my sides, never mind the current circumstances. Just as I pressed my face into the sofa cushion to staunch my mirth, the tails of the flogger snapped smartly against the tops of my thighs with a deeply satisfying thwack!
'Mmmm…'
The giggles were knocked out of me, swiftly replaced by a long moan of pleasure. A falsetto voice began to sing along to the tune and I turned my head to see lraC strutting his stuff on the living room rug. He hadn't quite got the hang of the lyrics, but close enough.
'Git 'em out, moov 'em out, whip 'em up, RAW-HIDE! Yee haw!'
Grimly, Harry continued to flog, his strokes out of synch with the whip cracks in the song. A violent trembling began above my bottom and I realized that Norma was laughing uncontrollably. lraC pranced over to the snack bowls and, quickly emptying out a couple of wooden dishes, used them like coconut shells to make a clip-clopping sound. Norma spluttered all over my ass and I wriggled under the light warm spray. Relentlessly, Harry flogged on. My cheeks were hot now, I imagined Norma's spit sizzling and steaming on their round scarlet mounds.
They thought I was joking when I said Jay needs regular chastisement to keep from becoming insufferable, but not a bit of it. No whacks equals cheeky. Without me she would get thrown off buses.
This, though, was something new. Until now, her punishments had always been private. Norma and lraC were laughing, but for us it was certainly no laughing matter. Jay's bottom rapidly turned red as I laid on the flogger with a will. I am a big fellow and I wasn't holding back. I wonder what our two new chums would have thought if they had seen some of our other games?
'Hey, you're really hitting her hard!'
Norma's expression had changed from amused to bemused. Jay was quite still now on her lap, eyes tight shut. I whipped her bottom and thighs with the tips of the flogger's strands, where the leather whistled through the air with maximum velocity.
One especially well aimed strike made Jay yelp and slip from Norma's lap.
'Hold her, Norma! Hold her hands behind her back. That's it. Don't let her move.' lraC sat cross-legged on the floor watching with fascination. Every now and then he wriggled.
This was my first try at the flogger. Spanking was the norm. My big black belt lasted one session, bravely borne by Jay, but she would have no more of it. The bruises took two weeks to go away. Mind you, the first time I spanked the minx my hand was black and blue for days. I believe in doing a job properly.
Jay groaned now as each lash bit into her ravaged skin.
'Look at her Norma! Look at her lraC! Look at her naked red bottom. See how the marks run down her thighs. Look at her hands captured behind her. See how Norma controls her. See how helpless she is!' lraC's mouth was
