“Now,” Vicky continued once the girls were safely lined up. “This is how it works. First, you go bare. Take a safety pin and fasten your skirts up, nice and high so that your knickers show. Got that?”
As she finished she offered a handful of safety pins to Tiffany who, after a moment of hesitation, took one and lifted the back of her skirt to reveal a pair of full white cotton panties. As usual, her undergarments were so tight they seemed to have been painted onto the glorious swell of her rear cheeks. The punishment had begun and the blood was already pumping into Peter's cock as he watched his girlfriend give a shy glance over her shoulder before pinning her skirt up to leave the seat of her panties on show.
Charlotte seemed to be in a hurry to get her knickers on display, tugging her skirt up and fastening it in place to expose a cheeky, rounded bottom well packed into green gym knickers with a good deal of girlish flesh bulging out around the sides. Alice was more hesitant, biting her lip, eyes downcast. But she did as she was told, fumbling her skirt up and pinning it into place to expose her tight little bottom, nicely set off in snug fitting white panties. Christine was more confident, her expression still thoroughly self-satisfied as she casually flipped her skirt up over her panties and pinned it into place. Emerald gave the impression that she felt she ought to have been the one doing the spanking, scowling as she complied with Vicky's orders, but making just as fine and just as undignified a display of herself as the others. Only Katie made any real fuss, pausing with her skirt held up just far enough to hint at a pair of neat, panty clad cheeks before turning to speak to Vicky.
“This isn't fair, Vicky, I ⦔
“Be quiet!” Vicky barked and Peter realized that Katie had been on the verge of giving the game away. “I said silence. Now do as you're told and get your skirt pinned up.”
“Oh alright,” Katie answered. “But I don't see why you can't just spank us, instead of being such a beast about it. It's embarrassing!”
“That's why she's making us do it, stupid,” Christine put in.
“It's half the fun,” Charlotte added.
“Be quiet!” Vicky shouted again. “Right, Katie, Christine, Charlotte, for speaking out of turn you can get it with your knickers in your mouths to shut you up. You other three, get them bare and gag them.”
“Not that! That's dirty!” Christine protested.
“Silence!” Vicky snapped. “Alice, do it!”
Alice obeyed with a relish that belied her shyness, and in an instant Christine's panties had been whipped off and stuffed into her mouth. Tiffany and Emerald gave Charlotte and Katie the same ignominious treatment, leaving all three girls scowling furiously over mouths plugged full with their own discarded panties, while each presented a bare, pink bottom to the room and the watching eyes of the boys.
“That's better,” Vicky said, her voice now soft and cruel. “But in the interest of fairness, I think all six of you so should get the same treatment. Tiffany first.”
Charlotte lost no time in ducking down to divest Tiffany of her panties, exposing her perfect bottom and making her step out of them before bunching them up and forcing them into her friend's mouth with obvious relish. Christine followed suit without having to be asked, her expression as cruel as it could possibly be for a girl with her own panties in her mouth, as she stripped Alice's bottom bare and made her eat her knickers. Katie was less forthright when it came to dispatching Emerald, waiting in hesitation even when Vicky gave her an encouraging nod. But Emerald spoke up.
“Go on then, Katie, let the wicked little bitch have her fun.”
“I'll remind you of that remark while you're over my knee,” Vicky remarked. “Come on, Katie, take her knickers off and in her mouth they go.”
Katie made a face, but quickly ducked down, taking hold of Emerald's panties and rolling them down to expose full, golden cheeks. The American girl bent to allow the tiny garment to be removed from her feet, and the movement gave just a hint of the ample fur that protected her precious little peach. Peter swallowed hard at the sight, while a faint but rhythmic slapping noise from his left suggested that at least one of his companions had been unable to contain himself and begun to masturbate.
Emerald's panties were packed into her mouth and the girls' exposure was complete. Each of the six had her skirt pinned tightly up and her bare bottom showing as all the girls got back into line. Vicky now looked exceptionally pleased with herself and didn't seem to be in any hurry, walking up and down the line of humiliated girls before speaking once more.
“Hands on your heads, feet apart, bottoms out. That's right, good girls, push them right back. That's how the rest of you are to wait while I give you your spankings. So let me see, who's first?”
The girls' new position left them even more exposed and vulnerable than before, their bottoms not only bare but slightly spread. What little dignity they had left was now entirely dependent on the how full their cheeks were. For Emerald and Charlotte the new position made no real difference, but the twin swell of Tiffany's pussy lips now showed clearly between her thighs, while Katie was making an involuntary display of a little pink slit and the smooth lines that led up and into her gorgeous derrière. Christine's situation was worse still, with her petite cheeks parted well enough to present a fine view of her sex, and the rich down that sought to cover it. Alice, more slender still, had no modesty left to her whatsoever, with the rear view of her tight pink cunt fully exposed along with the paler knot of her anus, every fold and crevice of private, feminine flesh open for inspection to the line of ogling young men.
A groan from further down the line suggested that the display of female flesh had become too much for another of Peter's companions. He gave a quick, irritable glance to the side although in truth his own cock felt fit to burst. None of the girls took any notice, too lost in their shame and general predicament to take anything in but their exposed backsides and Vicky's smiling cruelty as she continued her inspection. Katie had begun to sob, while the tears were rolling slowly down Tiffany's face, and even Charlotte seemed less sure of herself than before. Only Emerald and Christine were making any attempt to retain their poise, but it was the American girl who broke first, tugging her now soggy panties from her mouth as she twisted around.
“You said spankings, Vicky, that's all.”
Vicky gave a single, cool nod, then spoke again.
“Okay, if you're so keen, Emerald. Get your knickers back in your mouth and let's get you spanked. Over my knee, now!”
She pulled out an old, wooden chair as she spoke and quickly sat down, her knees extended to make a lap. Emerald was looking daggers as she came over, but did her best to make a good display of herself, no doubt mindful of the competition prize. Her feet were braced slightly apart on the floor, her bottom lifted high to create a perfect split peach of girl flesh with her plump, golden furred cunt on display between her thighs and the pale brown pucker of her anus winking sullenly in the evening light, while her full breasts hung heavy in her blouse and her hair created a curtain of gold around her face.
“There we are,” Vicky said cheerfully. “Just the position for you, Emerald, over my knee with your bum in the air, ready for spanking. Yes, and how does it feel, Emerald, all bare and ready, knowing I'm going to spank you, to spank your naughty bare bottom in front of all your friends. What did you call me, a âlittle bitch'? Well, just for that the girls can watch your spanking. Come on, all of you, take a good look and remember her like this, with her pretty golden cunt all bare and her little butt hole showing.”
She'd been stroking Emerald's bottom as she spoke, using both hands and squeezing occasionally to part the full cheeks and make a yet ruder display of the tight little hole between, to which the American girl responded with a muffled sob. Vicky laughed and started to spank, her eyes glittering with cruelty and mischief as Emerald's backside began to bounce and quiver to the slaps. One of the watching men swore, and a quick glance to either side showed Peter that several were masturbating openly while most of the others were squeezing erect cocks through their trousers, and every single one of the young men had his eyes glued to the dirty glass.
Peter's own cock was an aching bar, painfully sensitive and near impossible not to touch, yet he held back, determined to watch all six of the girls take their spankings before he let himself go, but not at all sure if he'd be able to hold off for that long. Emerald's cheeks had begun to rouge nicely and she seemed to be struggling to retain her composure as the spanking continued. Soon she was crying, and she didn't seem to care about making a pretty exhibition of herself, as her face grew puffy and her bouncing bottom grew ever redder.
The five girls with their bottoms on parade were growing ever more apprehensive as the spanking became even more fervent. Emerald had begun to kick her feet up and down and squirm from side to side in an effort to avoid the slaps. She failed miserably, but succeeded in making an ever ruder and more undignified display of herself, with her now juicy cunt on open show and her butt hole squeezing and winking to the pained contractions of her full cheeks. Vicky laughed at the lewd exhibition, taking a firm grip around Emerald's waist and teasing as she spanked.
“What a baby! Imagine crying over a little spanking, a big girl like you? You're a big baby, Emerald. That's what you are, a great big cry baby. So come on, spit out your knickers and tell me what you are and I'll stop. Come on, Emerald, tell us all what a baby you are ⦠come on, you know it's true ⦠come on, admit it!”
Vicky had been putting every ounce of her strength into the spanking as she spoke, sending Emerald into a kicking, writhing frenzy, with her pretty blonde hair tossing from side to side, her heavy breasts bouncing in her blouse, her thighs pumping frantically up and down and her hips squirming in every direction to show off her bare rear in a display that would have been comic were it not so arousing. Yet she fought against the final indignity, her face showing as much obstinacy as consternation and pain, only to suddenly break, spitting out her soggy panties and babbling her confession.
“Okay, okay, I'm a baby ⦠I'm a big baby, a great big baby!”
The spanking stopped immediately but Vicky kept her grip, with her hand resting lightly across Emerald's bottom cheeks as she spoke again.
“Yes, you are. But just so that there's no doubt at all, tell us what you are again.”
“I ⦠I ⦔ Emerald began, her voice thick with shame. “I'm a big baby,” she sobbed. “A big cry baby.”
“I'm glad you realize that, Emerald,” Vicky went on, “and perhaps now that we all know what you are, you'll be a bit less stuck up in the future. Now then, a few more smacks and you're done.”
Emerald didn't even have the will to protest, her head hung in defeat and her ass cheeks glowed as Vicky finished off the spanking. Peter even felt a little sorry for the American, especially when she was finally allowed to stand and he saw the expression of misery on her tear stained face as she reached back to rub at her blazing bottom. She'd been well spanked and made to humiliate herself, and Peter began to wonder if Vicky was running the competition in the way they'd discussed, or if she'd found some other way to make the girls submit to their degrading punishment. Despite this minor attack of conscience, his cock remained as hard as ever, while Vicky showed no sympathy as at all, awarding the sniveling Emerald a final swat across the back of her thighs as she spoke up once more.
“Up against the wall, Emerald, and keep that hot red ass bare until I'm finished. Right, that's one little brat put in her place. Who's next?”
The girls looked far from enthusiastic, exchanging worried glances from wide, moist eyes. All except Christine, who had her nose stuck in the air and an expression of haughty contempt on her face. The submissive pose of hands on head and her bare ass on show, due for spanking just like the rest, seemed to have no effect on her ego. Charlotte now looked seriously apprehensive, while Alice was so embarrassed that her face was much the same color as Emerald's bottom. Katie had begun to snivel, with tears running from her eyes and her nose dribbling, while Tiffany was also crying but with her face working between bitter anguish and a near climatic ecstasy as she waited for Vicky's decision.
“Lottie, maybe?” Vicky said. “You seemed to think it was funny earlier, and you really need spanking, hard and often ⦠but not just yet. Perhaps I should wipe that smug grin off Chrissie's face first? You're not so tough, Christine. But no, it will do you good to wait a bit longer. No, Katie, you're not going to get off just because you're blubbering. You get spanked like the rest, but I'll be kind. Let's get it over and done with. You're next.”
Vicky had stood far back against the wall so that all Peter could see was the top of her tawny blonde curls. Her position allowed her a full view of the six bare bottomed girls, but it also left Katie an escape route. A dash for the door and she'd have disappeared into the slowly gathering dusk and, while Vicky could no doubt have outrun her, there would have been a good chance of being seen from the convent. But, to Peter's surprise, Katie stepped meekly out of the line to stand by the spanking chair until Vicky had taken her seat.
“Good girl,” Vicky said gently and patted her lap.
Katie went down without protest, draping herself across the young woman's lap, her sweetly upturned little cheeks lifted for spanking, with the tight pink slit of her cunt readily exposed. Only the slow, lewd winking of her anal star betrayed her apprehension as she was taken around the waist. Vicky's knee came up and Katie's bottom achieved an even more acute angle, with her cheeks spread wide and every wrinkle and crease of her most private apertures exposed to the gaze of the men and the women. Peter felt a flush of guilt even as his hand went to his cock, no longer able to resist his arousal and intoxicated with the anticipation of four no less beautiful girls waiting to be put in the same humiliating position.