Punishment

My father's voice echoed through the room, cold and commanding. "Line up, everyone," he ordered, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Each of you will get a turn to pose her however you want. Take as many photos as you like." The room fell silent for a moment before a chorus of excited murmurs filled the air. My family began to form a line, their faces twisted with cruel anticipation. Aunt Lydia was first, her smirk growing wider as she approached me. She had always liked to humiliate me, for example at the beach she’d pulled my bikini down multiple times.

Lydia grabbed my arms, twisting them behind my back with a **** that made me wince. She shoved me to the floor, pressing my cheek against the cold tile. "Say cheese, everyone!" she cackled, yanking my legs apart. The room exploded in a flurry of camera clicks and laughter. Jamie hovered over me, her phone snapping away as she giggled. "This is going to break the internet!" she squealed. Lydia pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at the crowd. "Smile, sis!" she mocked, her breath hot against my ear. The cameras kept flashing, each one burning more humiliation into me.

Lydia's fingers moved with a cruel precision, flicking my most intimate area with a **** that made me gasp and moan. Her laughter echoed through the room as she stepped back, clearly satisfied with the reaction she'd elicited. Grandma Pam shuffled forward next, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. She grabbed my hips, spinning me around to face the opposite direction. With a strength that belied her age, she bent me over, forcing my hands to the floor. "This view is even better," she cackled, her hands roaming over my backside before giving it a sharp slap.