Lady Evelyn purchased and spanked

The bidding war was long and intense, with Lady Evelyn standing naked, red-faced and furious in her chains on the auction platform in the middle of the crowd throughout the whole thing. But, eventually, she was purchased by a trio of lesbian millionaire heiresses from New York, all enthusiastic spankers of women’s bottoms on a trip around the world in search of new bottoms to spank. One was blonde, one black and one a redhead. All three were named Tiffany, and were elegantly beautiful.

“So what exactly will you do with her now?” asked Fiona, as Evelyn was marched back to the girls’ hotel room through the busy streets of Aden, shackled and naked with her bottom glowing even redder than her face.

“Spank her,” said one of the Tiffanies.

“I mean after that.”

“Spank her again.”

“No, after that.”

“Keep spanking her.”

“But, eventually…”

“We’ll take her back to New York. We have a lovely townhouse, and a property upstate where we keep all the women we like to spank. One used to be President!”

“Of America?”

“Where else?”

“Hm,” said Fiona, not wanting to get into that. “But right now, you’ll just take her back to your hotel room and spank her?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Can I watch?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

So Lady Evelyn was taken up to the hotel room and bent over the bed by the Tiffanies. The huge wooden travelling chest full of exotic spanking toys was cracked open. And, to Fiona’s delight, the Tiffanies spanked her, with paddles and straps and riding crops and tawses and canes and even their bare hands, until Lady Evelyn had been very thoroughly spanked indeed. She kicked and squealed and yelped and blushed and wept and begged for mercy, but all that did was encourage the Tiffanies to spank her some more.

“Well,” said a Tiffany, at last, “I think she’s all spanked out.”

“Pity,” said another Tiffany. “I feel sort of in the mood to spank a girl’s bottom.”

“Well,” said the third Tiffany, “Fiona’s a girl, and she’s got a bottom.”

“And there’s three of us,” said the middle Tiffany, “and only one of her.”

Fiona, having heard all this, was backing towards the door, but not fast enough to prevent the Tiffanies from seizing on her and stripping Evelyn’s dress off her body and bending her over the bed with her peachy bottom in the air. And then, to her enormous discomfort, they spanked her bottom just as thoroughly as they’d spanked Evelyn’s, while she squealed and kicked and swore ****.

Fiona and Evelyn were then bent over the bed, side by side, while the Tiffanies spanked their already hot and stinging bottoms even more. “Gosh,” said one of the Tiffanies, amused by the girls’ pathetic struggles and their **** pleas for help. “They sure do have very spankable bottoms.”

“If you girls didn’t want to be spanked,” scolded another Tiffany, “you shouldn’t go around with such spankable bottoms.” And she brought out the tawse again, and administered six firm, stinging strokes to each of the girls’ bottoms, making them howl and sob.

“Golly,” said the Tiffany who hadn’t spoken yet. “I just had a thought. You know what I like to do to girls?”

“Spank their bottoms.”

“Other than that.”

“Um… spank their bottoms more?”

“No, silly. I like to embarrass them!”

“Having your bottom spanked is embarrassing,” Tiffany pointed out.

“Yes, but so are lots of other things. We could do some of those things to the girls!”

“Instead of spanking their bottoms?”

“Well, perhaps we could work some bottom-spanking into it.”

So the Tiffanies, plus Evelyn and Fiona, went down for a light meal in the hotel restaurant, which had a balcony covered with tables overlooking the sea. Fiona and Evelyn had to sit naked on very hard wooden chairs while the Tiffanies ate lobster, and everyone else in the very crowded restaurant giggled at their state of total red-bottomed nudity. Then, for dessert, they were bent over the table, and one of the Tiffanies pushed their faces down into large cream cakes while the other two Tiffanies spanked their naked bottoms in front of the whole room.

Then Fiona and Evelyn were taken for a long walk around Aden, and spanked naked in public in front of all the delighted British colonists and various rogues of the seas in a dozen different picturesque locations. Finally, a flagpole was located, flying the Union Jack in a conspicuous location right next to the main harbour. Fiona was tied to the flagpole with several stout pieces of rope, acquired from generous sailors, in such a way that her bare cherry-red bottom was presented to the street, and she couldn’t escape.

“You’re not our ****,” explained Tiffany, “so we can’t keep you.”

“But we can leave you here,” said Tiffany, writing “Spank my naughty bottom!” with an arrow in the small of Fiona’s back. “For everyone to see.”

“Lots of sailors around here,” said Tiffany, looking around at the grubby taverns which lined the disreputable, though heavily trafficked waterfront street. “Sailors have strong hands.”

“I hate you! I hate you all so much!”

“That’s adorable! We like you, Fiona. We like spanking your bottom. We like embarrassing you. Hundreds of people are going to be along in a minute to see your bare, red, spanked, naked bottom, and they’re all going to laugh at you and your naked bottom, and you’re going to be so embarrassed. And there’s nothing you can do!”

“Hey, look,” said a swarthy sailor with anchor tattoos on his strong, hairy hands. “That girl’s got a naked bottom!”

“What a stupid girl,” said his companion, a beautiful Annamese woman in a slinky red dress, hanging off his strong bicep. “Nice ass, though. I wonder who spanked her?”

“I bet you won’t ever forget the day you met the Tiffanies,” Tiffany said, as a crowd began to gather outside the grubby taverns, and some of the bolder sailors began to form a queue. “I bet you won’t forget how they tricked you into coming back to their hotel room, and took all your clothes off, and spanked your bottom, and embarrassed you, and left you tied up naked in public with your bottom bare.”

“It was so easy,” said Tiffany. “We do this to girls all the time. We love making them feel all squirmy and blushy and weak and stupid and mad and frustrated and embarrassed. They never catch on until it’s too late, and they’re standing naked in public with everyone laughing at them and no way to escape.”

“I just want to really rub it in,” said the final Tiffany, leaning close to whisper into Fiona’s ear. Fiona, who was by now so embarrassed that she could barely form coherent sentences, didn’t have much of a response, “that we were always planning to spank your bottom red and leave you tied up naked in public for everyone to laugh at. You could have guessed that, if you were smart. But you’re not! Oh, and one more thing.”

She withdrew a vibrating ivory rod from her valise, plunged it deep into Fiona’s well-lubricated pussy, and turned it on to the highest setting. “We think it would be funny if all of the people who are soon to be spanking your bottom also got to see you cum about nine or ten times. Okay, ciao, naked bottom girl. Have fun!”