Seven Naked Ambersons Chapter 3


by Nap

copyright 2002 by Nap, all rights reserved


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Note This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse physical, sexual, psychological and emotional to any person of any age.
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When all the children were at home their mother told them to go off and do their homework, which they did unusually willingly as it kept them out of the way of anything worse. But eventually, after they had eaten their evening meal, it came to the time when their mother gathered them all together in the family room.

"Now," she said brightly, Each of you tell me about your day."

And so, starting with Posy, each child had to describe the all the pain and humiliation that had attended their day at school. Flora and Luke had to tell in shameful detail how they had been used as exhibits in Mr Aldershot's Human Biology lesson. Flora felt her skin go prickly hot as she told of the teacher's ruler smacking each area of her body as he explained its purpose to the unusually attentive class and despite herself she felt her little nipples harden at the memory. Luke then had to divulge he'd had an erection in front of all his classmates and shamefully his long circumcised cock immediately rose in evidence of this revelation. When it was his turn, poor Hal had to tell how his own erection had been with him all day until he had ejaculated while being spanked by Miss Henley. When Melody had finished describing her own shameful and painful - beating by Mr Atmore they both complained loudly that Saskia had tried to save her own skin by telling everyone how her older brother and sister had been made to masturbate the night before.

"Is this true, Saskia?" her mother demanded.

"Um," wriggled Saskia, "well, it sort of slipped out."

"That's quite all right, Saskia," her mother said, "any of you can tell anyone of all the shameful acts you may be forced into here.

Saskia looked relieved and grinned gloatingly at the older pair just as the doorbell rang.

"Ah, that'll be Miss Putney from next door. Go and let her in, Hal."

Hal opened his mouth to protest, thought better of it, and went to answer the door. The middle-aged spinster from next door looked at him with malicious delight. "Hello, dear, how nice to see you," she said, as her eyes, glinting beadily behind her spectacles, travelled over the pubertal boy's body. She followed his still pink bottom into the family room. "Oh!" she exclaimed as her greedy gaze swung from one naked child to another, "this is indeed a pleasure!"

"Welcome," Miss Putney," said Mrs Amberson warmly. The children were surprised. Normally their mother steered clear of this interfering busybody. But no, she was given a seat of honour and Melody was sent off to make her a cup of tea. "Now, Miss Putney," Mrs Amberson said when all was done, "you have something to show us, but before we come to that I want to punish the two youngest children and put them to bed."

"Oh yes indeed," Miss Putney beamed, "please carry on." And she took off her spectacles and polished them energetically."

"Posy and Nat, come over here." The six and seven-year- old reluctantly moved over towards their mother. "Hm, now the school e-mailed me to say that you were hand- spanked, Posy, and that you were paddled Nat." The two children nodded despondently. She turned to Miss Putney, "This means that Posy could still be given times her age of any two implements and Nathan could be given a double spanking and/or any times his age of one or two implements."

"Ah yes indeed," Miss Putney said eagerly, "I have studied the rules quite closely."

"No doubt," Mrs Amberson replied dryly.

"Yes," Miss Putney continued excitedly apparently unaware of the touch of irony. "That means you could give Posy six strokes of any two of the strap, paddle or cane, and for Nat the choice is among seven with the strap and the cane or paddle again and fourteen with the hand. What do you intend to choose, Mrs Amberson?"

"Well, I shall give each of them only one implement tonight, so why don't you decide, Miss Putney?"

"Oh," said Miss Putney, blushing like a girl being asked on her first date, "Oh, thank you, Mrs Amberson, thank you! I am most flattered. Now, let me see. I wonder if we could cane little Posy she has such a charming bottom, doesn't she? And as for Nat, could he be strapped?"

"As you wish, Miss Putney."

Melody was sent off to fetch the required instruments. The 'Junior 1 Type Cane' is a seemingly inoffensive weapon, being quite short and light, but it was more than effective on the tiny bottom of a naked six-year-old as poor Posy now found out. She was bent over and armchair and briskly swished by her mother while she bawled loudly as each fresh weal was laid across her little buttocks, so that by the time she had finished Posy's tiny cheeks were covered with red lines Next came Nat, who went over his mother's knee for seven solid swats with the 'Junior 1 Type Strap' that made him yell, kick and struggle. When these punishments were completed, the youngest pair of children were made to show their bottoms on the Internet and were then sent to bed.

"Now, let us see what Miss Putney has brought for our enlightenment," Mrs Amberson said.

"Yes. I was just happening to be cleaning my windows the other day," Miss Putney said primly, "when I by chance I glanced out of the window that overlooks the end of your garden, that patch near the end behind the tool shed, which you'll not be able to see from the house."

At this point two of the children began to look very uncomfortable.

"Well," Miss Putney went on with delighted horror, "what I saw there shocked me. I could hardly believe my eyes and so I went and fetched my video camera and recorded what was going on and I have the cassette here," she ended triumphantly.

"Good," Mrs Amberson said, "we shall view it now."

The picture of the Ambersons' garden appeared on the TV screen. An ill defined figure appeared and then as the focus improved this could be seen to Saskia. She looked furtively left and right and the lifted her skirt and ducked behind the shed. There, she slipped down her panties. She began playing with herself. Miss Putney's camera waved wildly in obvious excitement and then steadied and zoomed in on the girl, showing the ecstatic face and then delving fingers. The recording went on for some minutes while Saskia continued working away Watching the video Saskia sobbed as she was shown achieving her orgasm and then adjusting her clothes and walking away.

"There," Miss Putney said priggishly, "I thought you should know."

"You spying old witch! Just 'cause you're a dried up old bag !"

"Saskia!" her mother interrupted her sharply. "You insolent girl! You shall apologise to Miss Putney at once."

Saskia looked sulky, but realised she had gone to far for her own well-being and muttered, "Sorry."

"That's no good," Mrs Amberson said, "apologise properly."

"What?"

"Get down on your knees in front of Miss Putney!"

"But Mummy "

"Now!"

Blushing brightly Saskia obeyed.

"Now bend your face right forward and lick Miss Putney's shoes."

"Mummy! I can't!"

"If you do not obey at once I shall let Miss Putney punish you."

"Oooh!" Saskia groaned, but bent over Miss Putney's shoes and dabbed her tongue on one.

"Not like that, girl! Arch your back and stick your bottom right up. Now, head down and give each of Miss Putney's shoes a good slurp with your tongue, then say, 'I humbly beg your pardon, Miss Putney. I am a dirty little girl and you are a wise, good woman.'"

Saskia repeated this formula while the spinster simpered rapturously. Saskia hated the humiliation. But realised that the future security of her bottom depended on her submitting. But then Mrs Amberson said, "You can beat her for her insolence later, Miss Putney."

Miss Putney looked thrilled, but Saskia complained, "But Mummy, you said "

"I said that Miss Putney would punish you if you did not apologise. I said nothing about what would happen if you did. But for now, Saskia, you can have a little pleasure. We won't ask you to go down behind the shed today, you can masturbate here in comfort. So come over here and sit in this armchair opposite Miss Putney. Put this cushion under your hips. Lounge right back. That's it. Now, hook your legs over the arms of the chair."

"Oooh, Mummy, please don't make me," begged the young girl, but as her mother frowned and showed no sign of relenting she arranged herself in the humiliatingly exposed position with her crotch raised and somewhat open, while Miss Putney leaned eagerly forward peering keenly at Saskia's bare pudenda.

"Get on with it, Saskia, you seemed to be enjoying it enough in the garden."

With a sob, Saskia moved her right hand to her crotch and began to finger herself, though without any sign of enthusiasm.

"If you are not coming pretty quickly I shall think of ways to encourage you," warned her mother, and inconsequence the girl's fingers began to move with a more urgent sense of purpose. This new spirit seemed to do the trick because before too long Saskia's bottom began to move with the rhythm of her hand, rising to meet the pressure of the motion. Her eyes glazed a little and her breath came short. So did that of Miss Putney as she eagerly awaited the young girl's imminent orgasm.

"Oh! Ooh! Oooh! OOOOH!" moaned the pretty twelve- year-old. She relaxed.

"Come on, get on with it, Saskia," ordered her mother.

"But I've come," Saskia explained listlessly.

"Well you can come again," retorted her mother, and her daughter sobbed as her hand obediently began to move again.

All attention had been on Saskia, but now Mrs Amberson encouraged Miss Putney to show what other goings on she had recorded. One of the children who had been cheerfully watching Saskia now tensed and anxiously eyed the screen. Once again unfocused images flickered on the screen. Then they saw it. Luke and Robyn, the knowledgeable little girl in his class, made their way behind the shed. Within a few moments both had removed their lower clothing and they actively examined each other. Luke's member began to grow impressively. The girl giggled and pointed excitedly. Luke ran his fist up and down, showing off and making it stiffer and even longer. He manipulated it for some time, after which the young pair dressed and went back to other games.

"Miss Putney showed me this earlier today," Mrs Amberson said sternly, "and I immediately phoned Robyn's mother. She was very upset. As you know Robyn's parents are active members of the Moralist Party. In fact, Mr Helm is a member of the local Commission for Public Decency. Mrs Helm said was going to discuss the matter with him this evening, but I rather think you'll have another 'nudie' in your class tomorrow, Luke."

Luke grinned.

"But you can wipe that smile off your face, young man. As you seem to like exercising that thing in public, you can do it in front of all of us now."

"But Mum, nothing comes out!"

"Quite right, at your age, but you can have a dry orgasm as you very well know."

So Luke joined his older sister in putting on a show, and soon his face was beetroot red not only from embarrassment.

"And you pair can just get on with it as well," Mrs Amberson said to her two oldest children. You've already got a hard on, Hal, despite what you said about spurting all over Miss Henley's lap. And I know you've always got an itch to scratch, Melody."

So soon four naked Ambersons were masturbating in front of their mother, Mrs Putney and their nine-year-old sister. Flora grinned at her siblings' screwed up faces and vigorously rubbing hands. Luke started grunting as he had his dry orgasm and seconds later Saskia had her second one.

"Come on! Come on! Keep going," insisted Mrs Amberson.

"Oh Mummy I can't!" Saskia wailed.

"Of course you can," her mother insisted implacably. "Stick a finger from your other hand up your bottom that'll help bring you off."

"Oooh," Saskia moaned as her middle finger sought, found and entered her anal orifice though whether from disgust or excitement her mother was unsure. The impaling digit forced Saskia's bottom up pushing her pelvis to a more indelicate angle.

Flora laughed aloud. "You do look silly, Saskia."

"I don't know what you're being so smug about, Flora," snapped her mother, "You seem to spend a lot of time rubbing the front of your knickers against anything you can whenever you think no-one is watching these days and I know why."

Flora blushed bright red. It was true that she had recently discovered the delicious sensations provoked by the crotch of her panties against cushions, toys and so on when she was wearing a short skirt, and so now playing with herself was a favourite pastime.

"So let's see if you can get the same enjoyment from you fingers, Flora," her mother said firmly. "You've seen how your sisters do it, so why don't you have a try."

So soon Miss Putney had the pleasure of watching five naked Ambersons bringing themselves off.

"OK, that'll do," Mrs Amberson said at last when Melody had given herself three orgasms while Hal had managed to come twice though the second time only a tiny pearl of spunk could be squeezed from his undersized knob. Saskia managed to climax a surprising four times, Luke had three dry ones, and as for little Flora, she had shuddered almost constantly so it was difficult to tell.

"That's enough fun," their mother told them, "now for some punishment."

If the five children were relieved at no longer having to lewdly handle their private parts for the entertainment of the avid eyes of Miss Putney they still had to suffer the chastisement of their bare bottoms for the smirking spinster's amusement.

"You shall punish Saskia for her rudeness separately, of course, Miss Putney," Mrs Amberson said politely, "but in addition we have to give all of them a ration of punishment too. So we need to decide exactly what we are going to give each individual. Now, let me see: Flora was spanked last night and caned today as you can see from the weals on her bottom still; Luke was caned yesterday and strapped at school; Saskia was spanked last night and paddled today and of course she has two lots coming; Hal was spanked and then strapped last evening and spanked today as well; and finally Melody was paddled last night and caned today. So let's start with Flora. I don't want to cane her again, but I think the strap would be suitable."

"Oh yes, Mrs Amberson, I sure that would be quite apposite!"

"Good. Now for Luke would you like to give him a spanking, Miss Putney?"

"Oh yes, indeed I should!"

"That's fine then. Saskia you'll be punishing later. What implement would you prefer?"

"May I cane her, Mrs Amberson?"

"Of course you can, Miss Putney. So I think the strap for her first. Hal I'll paddle and Melody we'll spank fifteen spanks each!"

"Oh, thank you, Mrs Amberson!"

"Not at all, Miss Putney." The children listened to this polite conversation with increasing misery especially Saskia when it was confirmed that she really was still to be punished extra for her insolent outburst despite her literally grovelling apology to Miss Putney. But there was no escape for the naked Ambersons. Their mother collected the necessary implements and Flora was made to kneel on the stool with her well-wealed bottom pointing straight at the delighted eyes of Miss Putney. Mrs Amberson swung the broad strap so that it cracked firmly against her nine-year-old daughter's tender cheeks. Tender indeed! The earlier caning meant that every whack from the strap stung many times over. Poor Flora yelled , wept and wagged her bum in a most immodest manner, but her mother's arm remained as firm as her resolve and the little girl's bottom was soundly strapped.

When Flora was allowed up to dance around the room bawling and holding her inflamed bottom, Mrs Amberson said, "Now you can spank Luke. If he gives you any trouble I'll get a couple of the other kids to hold him down."

"Thank you," Miss Putney said, and then blushingly went on, "I er- wonder whether I might give his little testicles a squeeze?"

"Certainly," Mrs Amberson replied. "Do as you like. Their feelings are not to be spared humiliation is part of the process. Play with his willy too, why don't you, it's big enough to get hold of, unlike his brother's!"

Poor Hal blushed at this disparaging comment, but Luke was even more shame-faced as the bony thumb and forefinger of Miss Putney lifted his willy away from his scrotum while her other hand cupped his balls and gently squeezed them. This caused Luke wriggle, which made things worse as the spinster unintentionally pulled his knob, triggering off new sensations for the hypersensitive boy. To his horror, Luke's penis began to stiffen again. Miss Putney squealed like a Victorian schoolgirl and let go knob as if it was a red hot poker.

"Don't worry about that," Luke's mother said blithely, "he's still too young to have sperm, as you've seen. Jerk him off and see what happens."

"Oh!" Mrs Putney squealed in delighted horror, but she took a firm hold of Luke's stiff cock and began to move her hand up and down in a ham-fisted manner. But even the maladroit Miss Putney's handling was having its effect. He was mortified. The last person other than himself who had touched his cock was little ten-year-old Robyn, now it was a sixty-year-old spinster. But the old hag was working some magic on him because despite himself Luke's knob hardened and stretched even further, and soon it was jumping and jerking like a live eel in her hand. "Oh," Miss Putney squealed again, "You disgusting boy! I shall have to spank you even harder for your filthy ways!"

Miss Putney was as good as her word when she stretched Luke over her lap. She really laid into the lad's firmly resilient cheeks, slapping them hard with her surprisingly tough hand while her yelled and wriggled against her scraggy thighs until the full twenty smacks had been given. Luke hopped and skipped about the room making his now slack long knob swing and sway with his energetic gyrations.

Saskia came forward very reluctantly and had to kneel on the footstool for a solid strapping that had her in tears long before it was finished. Hal then took his place kneeling on the footstool with his bottom, balls and little dangling knob on show towards Miss Putney. He tensed as his mother tapped his cheeks with the Senior 2 Type paddle. Then she swung her arm and hall felt the searing pain across his vulnerable buttocks. Twelve more times the 'Puniform' paddle slapped down hard across his bum and Hall yelled loudly for most of them.

"Would you like to spank Melody first or second?" Mrs Amberson asked Miss Putney as Hal skipped around the room howling and rubbing his red bottom while his insubstantial cock jigged in time to his jerky movements.

"Oh, I really don't know " Mrs Putney said, made indecisive by desire.

"I'll tell you what," Mrs Amberson offered, "why don't we take turn and turn about five spanks at a time how does that sound to you?"

"Oh excellent! Excellent!" Mrs Putney enthused delightedly. "You start."

So the lovely teenager was stretched first over her mother's lap for five hard smacks to her already sore striped cheeks and then had to cross over to lie across Mr's Putney's bony knees for the next five, then back to her mother for another batch, before going again over to Miss Putney. By this time the scrawny spinster was getting very excited and before she began spanking Melody's superb but by now very discoloured bottom she slipped a skinny hand between the girl's thighs and caressed her private parts.

"Mother!" Melody screamed in outraged disbelief "She ! She's touching me!"

"Melody! Didn't I say earlier that your feelings are not to be taken into account? If you continue to insult Miss Putney you'll be joining Saskia for a dose of the cane!"

"Nooo!" moaned Melody, whose bottom was still horribly sore from the fifteen strokes she'd received from Mr Atmore. She gritted her teeth and opened her legs and allowed Miss Putney easy access for her offensive fingering. Melody's mortification was made all the more when she felt quivers of sensation throbbing through her."

"Ooh!" Miss Putney squealed in mock disgust, "the brazen brat is actually becoming excited, Mrs Amberson as she felt the slippery wetness. "Would you credit it?"

"Oh, yes," Mrs Amberson said coolly, "I can well believe it randy little monkey."

"Oooh," Melody moaned from a conflict of emotions."

Miss Putney grew bored with touching Melody and returned to spanking her. Five hard slaps smacked down hard on Melody's very sore bottom bringing up the twenty. Crying heartily and rubbing her bright red bottom, Melody stumbled across to her mother for the next five and then hip-hopped her way back to Miss Putney for the final batch making the full thirty.

The children had now all had their ration of punishment. Only Saskia was due to receive extra for her insolence to Miss Putney. As the noise of their crying was giving their mother a headache, she sent them away while she and Miss Putney had another cup of tea and a chat about their day. Later, Mrs Amberson promised the children they would return Saskia to be punished and the other four to watch.