Moose, Boar, Debbi's Bum, Fox, Deer !

With her head still trapped in the hatch, Debbi was helpless as the machinery began to turn the entire chaise sofa on which she was kneeling through ninety degrees, leaving her facing a blank wall. She felt hands on her hips, lifting her bum into a more pronounced upright position. "No, stop it" she cried into the wall. She waved her hands behind her, which only led to those being grabbed. She heard some banging sounds and then felt her wrists and ankles being fitted into wooden slots. These were then completely enclosed as another piece of wood slotted into place on top, leaving space for her bum to protrude just as her face had from the other end !

Debbi was now firmly stuck. "Let me go" she demanded angrily but there was no reply. The clanking and whirring of the machinery started up again and Debbi felt the turntable moving through another ninety degrees to leave her facing the empty room lit by the bare light bulb. This mechanism had not been used in anger for a couple of centuries, when the original manor which had been converted into the hotel had been a haunt of the notorious Hellfire Club. But the receptionist had told Diane that it was still routinely tested every Monday. Debbi could feel something brushing against her backside. It wasn't the curtain was it ?

Debbi's fears were soon realised when she heard a swishing sound, followed by the feel of cool air on her bum and then loud uproarious laughter and cheering. "Now that's a much better view" she heard Diane's loud voice bellowing. "Hope it doesn't put you off the rest of your dinner" said a voice that sounded suspiciously like Carol. "OK, another team photo" a male voice suggested. The only saving grace for Debbi was that she was high enough up the wall to avoid tempting anyone into abusing her exposed ass in any way other than verbally, though she could hear that continuing !