Chapter 18: Let's See How Loud You Can Scream

Continued from chapter 17:

“That's right, Prim. Really put some oomph into it,” Madison encourages.

“Our little girlypop needs to learn her place.”

“Look at her squirm!” Lauren cackles, her eyes gleaming with delight. “This is the best view ever, isn’t it?”

Erica chimes in, “Just wait until we get to the fun part! I can’t wait to see her tears!”

After the first ten spanks or so, Prim stops, rubbing my bottom.

“Madison, I feel like she’s been properly warmed up. Do you mind if I bare her bottom? I'd love to feel her warm, smooth cheeks bouncing under my hand as I spank her”

Madison's eyes light up at Prim's request, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face.

“Bare her? Oh, Prim, you read my mind. I think that's an excellent idea.”

She sets her champagne flute down and rises from the couch, sauntering over to us with a predatory gleam in her eye.

“Let's do it. I want to see Sydney’s bottom go from pink to red.”

Chapter 18:

With deft fingers, Prim hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my satin panties and slowly drags them down my legs, exposing my bright red, throbbing buttocks to the cool air and the hungry gazes of the assembled women.

“Mmm, just look at that view,” Madison purrs appreciatively. “All hot and bothered, and completely at our mercy.”

“Isn’t she adorable?” Anna giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I could just eat her up like a cupcake!”

Prim grins at Anna’s words, her playful demeanor matching the mood.

“Oh, she’s definitely our little treat now!”

Madison turns to Prim.

“Please, continue your lesson.”

Prim continues my lesson, her large, brown hands fully cupping my cheeks as her spanks sound like gunshots, each slap making my quivering bottom jiggle.

SLAP! SPANK! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP!

Madison watches the spanking intensify, her eyes dark with sadistic pleasure.

“That's it, Prim! Put all your strength into it. Our little Sydney needs to be taught a thorough lesson.”

She reaches out to caress my burning, jiggling cheeks almost tenderly.

“Look at you, squirming so prettily for us. I bet you're loving every second of this, aren't you, my naughty dolly? Don't try to hide how much you're enjoying being punished like a bad girl.”

Madison leans in close, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers huskily, “This is only the beginning, Sydney Smack-Bottom. By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us to use you in every depraved way imaginable. Isn't that right, pet?”

“Prim,” she says, “before you let Sydney up, and Erica gets her turn, do you think you could plug her first?”

“We're going to want to put some things in her bottom later, so it will be important that we stretch her first. Erica and Lauren? I assume you brought the plug? Lube?”

“I also want to try beads on Sydney before we give her her first release, so if you can help Prim plug Sydney’s bottom, that would be really helpful.”

Prim grins wickedly at Madison's suggestion.

“A plug? Oh, I like the way you think! Stretching out our little Sydney’s tight hole will make everything so much more fun later.”

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a thick, ridged butt plug and a bottle of lube. Erica and Lauren produce a strand of anal beads, exchanging excited glances.

Prim parts my cheeks, exposing my twitching pucker to everyone's view.

“Okay, Sydney, relax for me now. I'm going to slide this nice, big plug into your bottom to start stretching you out. If you clench up, it will only hurt more. Understand?”

Without waiting for a response, Prim drizzles cool lube around my tight entrance and begins to slowly push the plug inside, inch by torturous inch.

I lie there helplessly as the giggling girls watch Prim insert the plug into my bottom and give it a twist, locking it in place.

“There you go, sweetie, all plugged up and nowhere to go,” Prim says.

She turns to Erica.

“Do you want a turn spanking her next? Maybe you can use a hairbrush. Sydney hasn't shown any remorse for her naughtiness, and I think it's time we had some tears out of her…”

Erica grabs a sturdy wooden hairbrush from her bag, twirling it menacingly as she takes Prim's place.

“Oh, I'll definitely get those tears flowing, Madison. Our little Sydney needs to understand the consequences of her actions.”

“Let’s see how loud you can scream,” Lauren taunts, smirking. “I bet you’ll love this!”

Erica positions me firmly over her lap, the plug shifting uncomfortably inside me.

“Let's see how long you can hold out, shall we? Remember, a good girl keeps quiet unless spoken to directly. Now, let's begin your punishment in earnest!”

POP!

The hairbrush cracks against my sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of pain through my body. Erica maintains a brutal pace, determined to break through my composure. Tears stream down my face as the agony builds, my muffled whimpers filling the room.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

I weep and wail as my cheeks clench around the plug, Erica paddling my bottom with the brush as it bites me with a series of meaty pops.

Madison watches my tearful display with a mixture of satisfaction and cruel amusement.

“Listen to those pathetic cries, girls. I think our little Sydney is finally learning her place.”

She crouches down beside me, roughly grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet her gaze.

“You're making such a pretty picture like this, all red and sobbing. But we're not nearly done with you yet.”

Madison turns to Erica with a wicked smirk.

“Keep going until she's bawling uncontrollably. I want to hear her scream for us.”

Erica obeys enthusiastically, targeting my sit spots. She lights a fire that proves too much to bear, and my anguished wails reach a fever pitch.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

I writhe in agony as Erica's final strike ignites my bottom, a howl of surrender escaping my lips. Through a veil of tears, I see Madison, Lauren, Prim, and Anna laughing at me, their amusement complete. Erica, finished with her torment, grasps me by the handle of the plug lodged within me and helps me off her lap.

“Lauren, I think it's your turn,” Erica says, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Do you want him over your knee, or should we put him on his back on the coffee table, diaper position? If we hold his legs up, you can really get in there with the belt...and I think she's probably stretched enough for the beads.”

She turns to the others. “Girls, what do you think?”

To be continued in chapter 19...