The Wrong Slipper

The Wrong Slipper 4

By Red Rover

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The Wrong Slipper – part 4

By Red Rover

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. These people do not exist. No children, animals, birds or fish were harmed in the writing of this story.
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After lunch, Janet Thatcher and the five boys returned to the living room to find her stepdaughter asleep on the couch, her nude body showing the effects of the prolonged spanking of the morning.

Janet sat down and the boys gathered around the girl on the couch.

"Well, " Janet said reluctantly, "It doesn't look like we can do much more spanking today, but she should be healed up by tomorrow. Let's try something different. Roger wanted to learn how to do enemas, that should be jolly fun."

"We should take her temperature too,” Josh suggested.

"Good idea, " Janet nodded. "Go get the thermometer and some bacon fat, Henry."

"Bacon fat?" Henry was puzzled.

"For lubrication,” Janet explained. "Normally we would use Vaseline but it costs money, and bacon fat is free and just as good. We're going to hose her down afterwards, so it won't matter if she smells like bacon for a while."

In a few minutes, Henry was back with a large rectal thermometer and a can of bacon drippings. Janet got up walked over and smacked her step-daughter's bare bottom. "Nap's over, brat, get up."

Ellen woke up and looked around in confusion to find herself naked in the living room with her stepmother and five boys. Then she remembered the morning's horrors and started to cry. "Please don't spank me anymore, Mummy, I promise to be good, and my bottom hurts so much."

"No spankings this afternoon if you cooperate with our babysitting lessons," Her stepmother stated with an evil grin.

"Babysitting lessons?" Ellen was puzzled. This was the last thing she expected to hear.

"That's right," Janet smiled. "The boys might have to take care of small kids some day and they need to know how to do it. And you get to play the part of the baby."

Ellen stopped crying but looked bewildered. The boys looked perplexed as well.

"Josh, you go sit in the big chair, Ellen you get over his lap like for a spanking." Mrs. Thatcher directed. The teens complied, still puzzled.

"OK, Josh, now you move your legs apart so that Ellie's bottom is over your left knee and you spread her legs apart and put your right leg between her legs to hold her in position."

Josh complied and Ellen's bottom cheeks were now separated so her anus and vulva were once again in clear view of the party.

"OK, now get a big gob of grease on your index finger and start lubricating her bottom hole. It will be a bit tight at first, just use plenty of grease and work your finger in past the sphincter until you can move your whole finger in and out of her rectum. Very good."

Ellen began to cry again as her rectum was violated by this boy she barely knew. She began to squirm, but stopped immediately when Josh withdrew his finger and smacked her hard on her inner thigh.

"Good boy, Josh," her stepmother said approvingly. "Any time she starts to wriggle around, just smack her thighs a few times until she stops."

"OK, now take the thermometer and insert it slowly into her rectum. Put a big gob of grease on the tip and work it in very slowly. The tip is flexible, but you don't want to risk moving too fast. Stop the insertion when the wide black band on the stem is just partly into her anus. Ah, very good, that's perfect."

"Now we wait five minutes for the temperature to register. Hold the thermometer lightly in between your fingers so it doesn't slip out. You can also rotate it slowly if you wish, that should provoke her into squirming a little more and make it more interesting for the observers."

Ellen tried to stay still to lessen the entertainment for the boys, but couldn't help squirming a bit as Josh slowly rotated the large thermometer around in her rectum. Five minutes seemed like an eternity, but Josh finally pulled the thermometer out and held it up to the light. "Ninety-Nine point Four." he announced.

"Very good," Janet said approvingly. "Notice that the spanking caused her temperature to rise a little. That's probably mostly due to the excitement. Now, Ellen get up and lie across Sammy's lap.in the same position."

Sammy and Freddie repeated the process and Ellen could only sob quietly at this repeated mortification. Henry had just begun his turn when the doorbell rang. Roger dashed off to answer it.

He was back in a few seconds with three new guests, Anita, Henry's current girlfriend and her two friends Stella and Maxine. They all were 16 and a year behind Ellen in school. Anita giggled to see Ellen naked over Henry's lap with the thermometer stuck into her anus.

"Ah. Miss Goody Two-Shoes gets it in the end," she chortled. "That looks like fun. Can I try it?"

"Sure, Anita," Mrs. Thatcher beamed. It's Roger's turn next, but each of you girls can have a turn at it. Ellen likes the attention, Don't you, dear?"

Ellen made no reply and Janet motioned to Henry to pull out the thermometer. She then picked up the paddle and smacked Ellen's bare inner thighs several times. Ellen screamed in anguish.

"Now tell these nice girls that you want them to play with your bottom and your bottom hole. Ask them politely to play with anything they want to."

"P-P-P-Please play with my bottom and my bottom hole and anything else you want to, girls," Ellen managed to stammer out.

"Well, that's MUCH better." Janet said. "but you don't seem to be squirming around very much, I think we need some more stimulation." She opened a small box on the table and took out several grey sticks about an inch long and the diameter or a pencil.

"These are soap sticks, girls." Janet explained. "they are harmless, but they will produce a lot of itching inside her rectum and that should produce quite a bit of squirming for our entertainment. I have been saving these for a special occasion and this looks like it. Roger, why don't you take over and put two of these sticks into her rectum and then do the thermometer."

Roger sat down, pulled his sobbing step-sister over his lap and carefully inserted the first soap stick into her rectum. "All the way in?” he asked.

"All the way in,” his mother directed. "When you get the first one in, go ahead and push the second one in right behind it. When the second one is all the way in, use your finger to poke them in as far as they will go."

Roger complied and then inserted the rectal thermometer. "How do we get them out?" he enquired.

"Well, they will normally come out when we do the enemas next,” Mrs. Thatcher said cheerfully. "If not, she will pass them tomorrow with her normal bowel movements."

She turned to look at the girls. "There are snacks and sodas in the kitchen, girls. Go ahead and grab what you want while we wait for the thermometer to register. I see the soap has taken effect. Little Ellie is squirming very nicely now. Isn't it cute the way she keeps clenching and releasing her bottom cheeks? And her whole bottom is doing its little bump and grind routine. Too bad we don't have a video camera to record it."

“I’ve got a video card in my cell phone,” Maxine volunteered. “I can take twenty minutes of video.”

“And I have ten minutes on my phone.” Anita volunteered.

“Wonderful!” The wicked stepmother chortled. “We can record the whole rest of the session and save it onto Henry’s computer. Then we can make copies so that all you kids will have something to enjoy any time you want on your own computers.”

Josh chuckled. “Yeah, we can call it the Red Bottomed Princess Diary.”

Everybody except Ellen laughed heartily.

As the girls moved off to the kitchen, Ellen squirmed helplessly on her step-brother's lap, conscious of the blushes of shame and humiliation that surged through her face and upper body as her lower body was convulsed by the itching in her bowels.

When Janet and the three girls returned to the living room, Roger was amusing himself by twirling the thermometer around in Ellen's rectum and slipping it in and out an inch or so. this stirred up the melting soap in the rectum and brought more of it in contact with the sensitive lining. So, her bottom was clenching, unclenching, squirming and wiggling in such a lively manner that the three girls burst out in laughter at the show. Ellen was weeping and sniffling and giving off low moans of distress

Maxine immediately took out her cell phone and started recording the tormented girl’s distress.

"OK, Anita, you can take over now,” Janet said. Roger pulled out the thermometer, dumped Ellen on the floor and stood up to give Anita his chair.

"I have a better idea," Anita said with an evil grin. "Ellen hasn't eaten much today and she could probably use a nice snack." As she spoke, she reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Then she pulled them over Ellen's head and left them around the girl's neck like a collar. "I’ll just hang them here for now so they don't get lost. Now, girls, push that small ottoman against the chair between my legs," she said as she sat down in the chair and spread her legs.

"Very good, now Ellie, kneel on the ottoman, lean forward, stick your head under my skirt and lean forward as far as you can. I want your face right in my crotch and your ass in the air." With the help of the other two girls, a weeping Ellen was in the proper position. "Please don't make me do this," she whimpered, “I'm not that kind of girl."

"You will do as Anita says, you little slut," Janet snapped. "Anita is our guest and you will obey her completely or I will take the skin off your ass."

Anita smiled in pleasure. "OK, little slut, I want your tongue in my slit as far as you can stick it. And you keep lapping away on everything you find in there until I tell you to stop. And I want you to swallow every drop of liquid, whatever it is that comes out. Now start lapping."

It was warm, dark and wet under Anita's skirt and Ellen realized that Anita had been exercising recently and had not performed any feminine hygiene for some time. She gagged a few times, but finally settled in to lap up all the aromatic liquid that had collected in the other girl's vagina. Worse yet, she realized that her bare rump was sticking up in the air and that she could not even see what the other girls might be doing to her - let alone prevent it.

TO BE CONTINUED

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