ROBBIE - EMILY'S TURN

BY MASTER CHRIS

Part 2

I had just turned ten and my life had taken a radical turn since
I was almost nine. For over a year now, corporal discipline had
arrived in our home and with it, everything about how my life
worked had changed.

A silly prank over a year ago had seen my bare bottom spanked by
both hand and hairbrush but more to the point, it had occurred in
front of and by friends of my parents. My Mom, my best friend's
Mom and a woman who had become their coach in strict discipline
had all taken a hand in my new behaviour modification regime.

On almost a weekly basis now, I would find myself naked in a
corner of the living room or in 'table display' position on a
convenient table for anyone wandering by to see. No matter how
many times it happened, I never seemed to get used to the idea of
having to strip in front of whoever was present and that was most
often my Mom and her female friends. My bottom had experienced
the sting of a hard hand, a hairbrush, a wooden spoon and a
paddle which had its own new place of honor, on a hook on the
back of the kitchen door.

As bad as the spankings were and as many tears that my bottom on
fire caused, the embarrassment portion of my punishments were by
far worse. I had been exposed completely naked in front of
several of my Mom's friends who would giggle at my bare bottom
and privates. The women seemed to take particular delight
whenever I would sport an involuntary erection, making comments
and giggling as I blushed as red as my bottom.

The worst though were the table display moments when I would be
left up on the dining room or living room tables completely nude,
with my head down and my bottom up. I would have to hold my
buttocks wide, wide apart with both hands and an object would be
left, deeply inserted in my rectum. There was no way of knowing
how long I'd have to wait like that. The longest had been almost
an hour.

Aside from my Mom, Mrs. Verro, my best friend's Mom and our
neighbor Mrs. Chalerton who saw me like that numerous times,
other women had seen me like this too There was my sister Karen
of course. She was most often home and had seen me like this the
most. She always seemed delighted to walk all around looking at
me from inches away. She was nine now and the presence of some
light hair around my crotch was particularly fascinating to her
and particularly mortifying to me. A couple of my Mom's other
friends had been around as I was punished too and while they
seemed surprised at first at how I was punished, there was no
doubt they found it fascinating.

By far the person I wished least to see me punished was Emily
Chalerton. She had been there the first time I was spanked and
displayed and had seen me punished at least six times since, each
time when I was completely exposed. Emily was sixteen now and
absolutely beautiful. I guess I had a boyhood crush on her. Emily
often babysat for us now. She was always a little bolder than
anyone else about my punishments and had during table display had
sometimes teased the candle in and out of my bottom until my cock
erected to her satisfaction. It was an aspect of punishment that
I despised but was somehow kind of addicted to. She too was
fascinated and my newfound pubic hair and with the slowly
increasing size of my young cock.

It had turned into a bright spring Saturday and my tenth birthday
was over a month behind me, when my Dad suddenly announced that
the two of us were taking a walk. He had that tone that sometimes
means I'm in trouble and I immediately got worried. As we left
the house I gathered enough courage to ask him if I had done
something wrong.

"Not you, not this time," was his answer. "In fact Robbie, your
behavior has improved in the last few weeks which is partly why
we're taking this walk."

I stood a little taller with pride. It was true it had been
almost two weeks since my last spanking and that had been pretty
minor comparatively speaking.

We were making our way down the street now and I wondered if we
were actually heading somewhere. My Dad was chit chatting about
my school work and whether I would try out for baseball again
this summer, when we suddenly turned into the driveway of the
Chalerton house. I looked up at my dad questioningly.

"It's a part of your education," he smiled at me with a little
wink.

I had no idea what he meant as he rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Chalerton appeared and again I wondered for a moment if I'd
be over her knee as I had been numerous times in the past 18
months.

"Come in gentlemen," she smiled. "Bob is in the den."

I must have looked confused, wondering what was going on but
followed my Dad dutifully down the stairs to the den.

The sight that met me there has stayed with me all of my life as
vividly as though it happened yesterday.

Emily was in the room and facing away from me. In fact, I knew
instinctively that it was Emily because her face was not
immediately visible. What was visible was a very naked, young
teenager up on the table in the middle of the den. She was in the
same classic table display position that I knew oh, so well. Her
knees were wide, wide apart and her ankles fell over the edge of
the table toward us. Her head was down and back arched. The
effect was to leave her beautiful bare bottom as the highest part
of her body. That bare bottom had clearly just been spanked as it
was beat red with the marks from a paddle or brush still evident
across her buttocks.

Emily's hands were behind her holding her bottom wide apart to
further spread herself open. Between her thighs was a bare pussy.
It wasn't the first I'd seen. I'd seen my younger sister Karen in
this position but this was different, Emily was grown up and
wasn't my sister at all. Emily's pussy was, well, it was
beautiful. The pink lips were spread wide open, due, I'm sure to
the tension from her hands. They had absolutely no hair at all.
Even my much younger genitals had some little brown curls but
Emily was bare, completely bare. As my eyes crept upward from
this remarkable site, I could see that she too had something
buried in her bottom. The portion I could see made it clear it
wasn't a candle. It was a plastic object of some kind and rippled
or ridged in some way. Emily's anus was stretched around the
plastic which was slightly thicker than the candles that I mostly
experienced. The sheen of lubricant followed where her pink anal
ring was stretched around the object just as it must look with
me.

I had been standing absolutely silent with my jaw hanging open
when Mr. Chalerton chuckled. "Careful there Robbie, you're going
to catch flies with that open mouth," he said.

"Oh my God, please Daddy, no…" whimpered Emily. The embarrassment
of knowing I could see her must have been acute.

"You be quiet there little missy," Mr Chalteron snapped. "Unless
you'd like me to start over."

No Sir," she said in almost a whisper.

My dad was moving further into the room and I followed as though
still in a blur. As I slowly moved around to Emily's side, I
could see for the first time, her bare breasts. They were tight,
athletic and capped by a dark pink nipple that seemed very long
and very hard.

Emily's face was turned towards me too and I could see she'd been
crying and was already red-faced from the humiliation of being
exposed to me and my Dad.

"You're just in time," said Mr. Chalerton. "Emily's being
punished for smoking if you can believe it. I was just about to
give her some hot sauce.

"Oh no!" Emily cried and then burst into a fresh bout tears.

"Oh yes," her father declared and moved back behind the teenager.

My father went with him and motioned me to join him. Mr.
Chalerton reached up to grasp the pink plastic object in Emily's
bottom. He twisted it back and forth a couple of times which I
could see made Emily squirm.

With some pressure he pulled upwards and the pink object started
to emerge. With a popping motion, a much wider part of the object
popped up from Emily's stretched anus. Emily let out a little
squeak.

There was still more of it inside of her.

Some more pressure and another wide part popped out. I could see
it now, the object was like a series of plastic balls on a thick
plastic pipe. Each ball had been pushed into her. The second ball
seemed a tiny bit smaller than the first. A third one popped
loose which seemed a tiny bit smaller again and I started to
wonder how many had been in there?

The three balls now released from Emily's bottom totaled maybe
four inches in all but there was more still held by her tight,
slippery anus. Mr. Chalerton pulled and a fourth ball popped
loose and then a fifth. At each ball, Emily would gasp or squeak
as the thickest part popped out of her. With a little tug,
Emily's anus stretched wide for a sixth time and the final and
smallest ball popped loose. Emily's back arched a little more as
she relaxed with the object now out of her. For a moment Emily's
wide-stretched anus yawed open, a dark tunnel to deep insider her
body. The tired sphincter muscle finally pulled itself back
together closing the opening and becoming crinkled again, still
covered with the remnants of the Vaseline that I knew so well.

Mr. Calverton's right hand was covered in a latex glove now and
he reached for an unmarked jar of something.

"This always gets a good reaction Jim," he explained to my
father.

Emily started crying again a little louder. She seemed to know
what was coming. Mr. Chalerton reached into the jar with his
glove-covered hand and scooped up a large dollop of some kind of
jelly onto his fingers.

"It's a mixture I refined over time," he said to my dad as he
slathered the pale jelly all over the multi-ridged pink plastic
device. "We start with clear petroleum jelly, blend in some
jalapeno and then some pepper juice. A good shake of hot ground
pepper and a bit of fresh ground ginger provides additional
friction and irritation. The effects are almost instant and some
of the heat it generates will still be with her a few hours from
now. Of course, the memory of embarrassment of being exposed like
adds to the overall effectiveness of the punishment."

He might just as well been talking about fly fishing. The
conversation was bizarrely matter-of-fact and between the two
men. I watched silently, standing right beside my dad.

"Now," he said. Emily whimpered as he put one hand over one of
hers still holding her buttocks wide apart. "We started with the
multi-ridge plug about 30 minutes ago. Doing that serves a couple
of purposes. First of all, it starts to slightly irritate the
anus and the rectum which will make the ointment more immediately
effective. Also, her anus has been held open by the neck of the
plug for a half-hour and it's tired of resisting. She knows
what's coming, of course but no matter how much she clenches her
bottom hole it's weak enough now that she won't be able to resist
the plug's return."

"Looks very effective, Bob," my father offered with a grin to his
friend.

"Ok Emily," Mr. Chalerton said to his daughter. "Why are you
being punished?"

"For smoking, Sir," she said miserably.

"Correct. Are you ready for your hot bottom now?"

"Oh God," she whimpered. "Yes, Sir."

"Spread 'em wide," she was instructed.

Emily pulled at her buttocks, spreading the vulnerable anus even
further for the punishment to come.

Mr. Chalerton brought the tip of the plug with the smallest of
the six balls to her anus and grasped the plug by the small round
ball.

With a firm push, the first ball touched her anus and then pushed
through her sphincter, stretching it wide and popping through.

For a moment, he didn't move, pausing as though waiting for
something. He was holding the plug by the second ball now as he
turned his head towards my Dad. It was a long pause, perhaps 10
or 15 seconds before Emily reacted.

Suddenly she gasped a big gulp of air. "Oh God, Oh God. No! Oh
God. Daddy, it burns! Please, please pull it out!"

With a grim smile, Mr. Chalerton turned back to his daughter's
upturned bottom. Her hands were pulling more frantically at her
buttocks now, stretching her anus and her bare pussy lips
impossibly wide.

I suddenly realized I was sporting an incredible erection. With
another firm push, the second ball now pushed inside, stretching
her anus still wider and delivering more of the terrible ointment
further up Emily's sensitive rectum.

She was sobbing now, begging her dad to stop. Everyone in the
room knew he wouldn't.

The third and a thicker ball was now at her anus and a firm push
made it disappear into the stretched bottom hole. Another push
and the fourth ball was in.

Mr. Chalerton stopped for a moment and stepped back. Emily was
frantic now, writhing with the burning sensation deep inside her
body. We all looked as she thrust her bottom back and then forth
as though the movement might give her some relief.

Stepping forward, Mr. Chalerton took hold of the plug again and
rotated it several times all around. "It helps coat the now
highly irritated rectum with more of the ointment," he explained
to us as a fresh bout of cries burst from his daughter.

The fifth ball was now being pushed in but once it was, Mr.
Chalerton pulled and pulled it out again much to Emily's
consternation. He pushed and the ball again spread her tightly
stretched anus smooth. Three more times the ball was pulled out
and reinserted until finally, the sixth and final ball was pushed
into place leaving a four or five inch handle protruding from the
abused hole. Emily was now just as we'd seen her originally but
obviously in a lot more discomfort.

All in all, there was more than six inches of plastic buried
inside Emily's rectum. I couldn't help imagine what it must feel
like. The candle that I most often experienced in my own bottom
was only as thick as my thumb, much thinner than what Emily was
experiencing now and it was always coated just with Vaseline.
What she was going through was beyond anything I would have ever
imagined.

Emily was squirming all over now and I saw my father move
forward. Mr. Chalerton was handing him a short paddle. With my
dad on one side and Mr. Chalerton on the other, they took up
positions.

"Hands under your head," Emily was told.

She moved them slowly. As soon as she had firmly clasped them
under her head, the paddling started. It was fast and furious.
Each father taking charge of a still reddened buttock from her
earlier hand-spanking, delivered alternating blows from the
paddles. It didn't last long, but it was blistering and Emily was
beside herself sobbing from the pain in her buttocks and the
still stinging heat around her anus and deep inside her rectum.

In a couple of minutes it was over and both men stepped back.

"Alright Emily," said her dad. "Your just about done for now.
Stepping back behind her, Mr. Chalerton pulled the long rectal
plug slowly out, ball-by-ball with Emily crying pretty much
constantly.

Finally it was out and I though that would be it but Mr.
Chalerton had one more trick up his sleeve.

The jar of irritating punishment ointment was still open and with
his still gloved hand, he reached one finger in to put a tiny dab
on his index finger.

Reaching between her legs he reached up and slid that ointment
right at the top corner of her vagina. It was right over her
clitoris I would learn later.

"Oh. My God!" she cried. "Daddy, please, please, Oh my God!"

Mr. Chalerton pulled Emily to her feet. The ointment hadn't quite
taken effect yet.

"Turn and face us Emily," her father said.

Emily turned around slowly. There she was, the most beautiful
girl I had ever met, nude in front of us. Her hands had naturally
dropped with one covering her breasts, the other to cover her
bare pubis.

There was a pause.

Suddenly the ointment took hold and Emily let out a little
shriek. "Oooooo!" she cried. "Oh my God Daddy! It's burning
meeeee!"

Mr. Chalerton's look was grim. "Place your hands on your head
young lady," he said in a firm voice.

Emily was obviously well trained as she immediately raised her
hands to clasp them firmly over her head. She couldn't look me in
the eye but her face was beet red from both the spanking and
embarrassment. It was a full frontal view and Rit burned on my
permanent memory forever. In a spasm I gasped as I felt my hard
cock explode. The front of my shorts was suddenly soaking wet and
hot. I had just experienced my first ejaculation.

"Into the corner with you, young lady," Mr. Chalerton directed
pointing to an empty corner that I guessed Emily knew quite well.
Crying again and squirming her thighs together against the
burning sensation on the most sensitive part of her body, Emily
went to the corner and pressed her nose right into the corner.

As we left, the last image I had was Emily's stunning bare
buttocks, deep red and separated by the pink plastic handle of
the plug still embedded deep in her body.

My dad led me upstairs where Mrs. Chalerton was still in the
kitchen. "Ah, all done down there?" she asked.

"Pretty much," my father replied. "She's doing corner time for
awhile."

"Good. Hopefully she won't forget this lesson for awhile. I just
can't believe she was smoking."

"No, I'm sure this lesson will be one for the memory books," my
father answered.

"Excellent," said Mrs. Chalerton. "Robbie, I've got something for
you which you can bring to your mother for me."

"Yes Ma'am," I said.

Mrs. Chalerton handed me a plastic bag which, to my horror, had a
duplicate of the pink multi-ridged plug that was deep in Emily's
bottom downstairs. With the other hand, she handed me a jar which
looked like it was filled with the same horrible jelly that was
used in Emily's punishment.

"Let's go Robbie," my father said and a moment later, we were on
our way home. I'd realize my worst fears over the next few days
as the 'gifts' from Mrs. Chalerton would start to play a part in
my own punishments.