Message-ID: <11770eli$9805312038@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: corn53@aol.com (Corn53) Subject: (corn53) Marie Clair-Birthday Games (mmf/f, spnk, young) pt 4 of 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998053112034400.IAA09657@ladder01.news.aol.com> Warning: you must be at least 18 to read this somewhat erotic story about a young girl who is tricked into participating in a strange contest. Parts of this story are TRUE and should not be read by those persons offended by erotic content. ************************************************************************** ******************* Marie Clair - ICE CREAM & CAKE - AND GAMES part 4 of 4 “Let me try it,” said Brian, “I bet I can get my finger in all the way the first time.” Everyone quieted down while he pushed his finger in all the way. “Ummmggh” said Marie Clair beginning a rhythmic squeezing with her anus, in attempts to block his finger. “I could feel when she tried to squeeze it shut, like she was trying to hold my finger. Then each time she relaxed between squeezes I pushed in farther. It was easy.” bragged Brian. Then all the boys tried it. The grown-ups had lots of ideas for the already enthusiastic youngsters. “Brian, see if you can hold your hand perfectly still with two fingers in her pussy. Pull the folding chair over here and hold you elbow against it. Keep your weight on the chair and don't let it move while we try this. Cross your first two fingers like this.” and he demonstrated crossing his two fingers with the index finger under the longer middle finger. “Billy, you like to play the drums. While Brian holds his fingers in her, you can try to play a slow, steady rhythm with this paddle.” Brian inserted his fingers into her. He pushed slowly because it was a tight fit with two fingers, but fortunately she was very slippery. When Brian’s fingers were all the way in, and his elbow braced against the top of the chair, Mr. Long nodded for Billy to give the first spank with the paddle. When the paddle smacked her fanny, Marie Clair tightened and hunched her hips forward - sliding almost off Brian’s fingers. Then as she started to relax again she started to slide back onto his fingers and stopped. “I have an idea, “ said Mr. Long. “After each spank, when she hunches forward, we'll see how long it takes for her to slide all the way back onto Brian’s finger. If it takes too long, give her a really hard one. Ok, Billy?” “I’m ready.” “Now, not too hard. We’ll see if she flinches all the way forward with a medium spank. Then if she doesn’t slide back quick enough give her a really hard one.” “Ready.” said Billy. Mr. Long nodded again and Billy smacked her bare bottom. She tightened sliding forward again, then settled back onto Brian’s fingers, faster this time, after hearing him explain about the possible harder spanks. “That was better, wasn’t it kids?” “Yes, they agreed.” Brian added, “She still didn’t slide all the way back down though.” “Try it again. Smack her, Billy.” SMACK! She flinched all the way forward and slid all the way back down onto Brian’s finger. She even wigled her bottom as she slid down, trying to go as far on as possible. As the speed picked up Brian noticed she was sliding back onto his finger faster. Within a minute she was into a steady up and back rhythm almost anticipating the spanks. Brian could tell she was even slipperyier. Mr. Long silently signaled for Billy to stop the rhythmic spanks But Marie Clair went up and back two more times. She finally stopped when she heard the kids and some of the grownups start to laugh. They ‘tricked’ her like this several more times. Spanking for a minute and stopping - laughing when she continued to slide up and back even though the spanking stopped. The third time they tricked her she continued to slide up and back on Brian’s fingers even though they were all laughing. She even picked up speed and wiggled more as she backed into Brian’s fingers. The other boys wanted to try two fingers, too. Each time they changed places and adjusted the chair, Marie Clair began sliding as soon as someone put their fingers in her. They didn’t even have to spank her. The kids were enjoying this game. “See if one of you can use the ‘tickler’ while you take turns on both holes. Bet you can’t do it.” dared one of the other adults, while adjusting his pants. On the third time two fingers were in at once while she was being tickled, Marie almost lifted the table she twitched so hard, moaning. Inga gently pushed aside the vibrator and told the two children to hold still, leaving their fingers in her. With the camera zoomed in and the entrie room quiet, all the adults vicariously enjoyed Marie Clair’s first - and very intense - orgasm. The children who unwittingly precipitated this event didn’t appreciate the significance, but did comment on the “squeezes” she was making for over a minute. Restrained, in the midst of a public spanking, blindfolded and embarassed - were all factors she now associated with intense sexual pleasure. “Maybe we’d better stop for a few minutes boys, and let her rest.” suggested Inga. A couple of the other adult women concurred and the boys headed towards her bra. “Brian, take your friends to the bathroom first and wash your hands. We’ll be having some ice cream and cake in a few minutes.” said Mrs. Hardman. The boys returned so quickly that Marie Clair heard several adults chuckle comments that they couldn’t have washed very well. “Get under the table, boys and see if you can unsnap her bra in the front.” Said Mr. Long. “But don’t touch her titties yet. I want to show you something.” They had some difficulty trying to unfasten it, but their determination eventually succeeded. The elastic pulled the bra up to the back of her neck to hang over the backs of her outstretched arms. Mr. Long knelt beside the table to explain about Marie Clair’s breasts. “Our next anatomy lesson will focus on her breasts. Look closely and you’ll see that the pink part in front looks soft and rounded. Those are her nipples. Watch this one while I massage and pinch it.” While he fondled her right breast he explained to the boys that the nipple was getting harder and pretty soon the little bump on the tip would stick out. They look kind of soft like marshmallows until you get her excited.” as he patted Marie Clair. When he removed his hand, they could all see the difference and were eager to try for themselves. “No, just watch a minute and the other one will firm up, too. Even if you just blow on it, it might stand out for you in anticipation.” The boys started blowing before he finished his sentence, betraying their own excitement. The older Brian had been adjusting his trousers as he sat under the table, aware that other things were stiffening up, too, besides just Marie Clair’s tits. He didn’t know it, but all the adults in the room were noticing bodily changes of their own. Heather wanted to feel them, too, which was fine with her mom. Heather also felt the barely noticible bumps in her own blouse. Several adults asked the boys to have fun with Marie Clair's titties, but not to pinch too hard. “Try to describe what they feel like. If her titties were fruit, what type of fruit would match their size?” Marie Clair cringed as Heather and the boys discussed her attributes. Thinking of others seeing the video tape - with close ups of her private parts and her begging for harder spanks, and her very visible wetness, all adding to her embarrassment. ICE CREAM AND CAKE... AND GAMES “Ladies and Gentlemen. Boys and Girls, ice cream and cake is served. You kids sit over here and watch while we unfasten Marie Clair’s arms for a few minutes. She may need to go the the bathroom after drinking all that pop at dinner.” announced Mrs. Hardman to the world. While people were changing places and setting up some folding chairs nearby, Mrs Hardman whispered in Marie Clair’s ear to see if indeed she did need to go to the bathroom. “Ummmgh, ummm.” which Mrs. Hardman interpreted as “Yes, Mam.” “Inga, bring it in.” ordered Mrs. Hardman while two men unfastened her arms and helped her stand up, but they still restrained her hands. They did not unfasten her feet. Marie Clair felt herself being lowered onto a seat right there in the living room. “Hold her knees apart. If you kids want to watch her pee you can come over in front.” Marie Clair heard the five of them come over to sit under the table, very close to her. “OK, Marie Clair, You can go now.” “Unnggh. Unnnn” She wiggled as the pressure on her bladder mounted in her upright position. She was thinking how much better she would feel once she had gone. “There’s no way I could be any more embarrassed than I already have been.” she was thinking to herself. So she finally went ahead and started peeing with her knees held apart on the little portable toilet and two men holding her arms out. Then she farted! How embarrassing! As the pee started again, she farted again. The children were roaring with laughter as she finished and squeezed out the last drops with another fart. When the laughter subsided, Dr. Hardman continued his instruction, “When you put your fingers into her bottom some air got pushed in. That’s why she farted. So don’t laugh too much, it’s not her fault. Now we’ll wipe her off with warm washcloths and dry her.” After she was cleaned they helped her stand again, feet still wide apart, fastened to the table legs. “If any of you kids want to feel her some more while she’s standing up, go ahead. Notice how her breasts stick out like lemons while she is standing? She doesn’t really need a bra to support them, does she?” The boys laughed in agreement and began to feel her. “Look, her pink nipples are getting stiff again. She must like this.” observed Brian. Heather’s small fingers felt different to Marie Clair, but there was no way to object, as Heather experimented with one then the other breast - squeezing, lifting and letting it drop, twisting and pinching the nipple. Marie Clair moaned in spite of herself. She heard people bringing in the plates of ice cream and cake and then felt her feet being unfastened from the table and refastened to a bar of some kind which kept her feet about 2 1/2 apart. They fastened her wrist cuffs to another bar - like a broomstick - behind her back, which kept her ams straight out. They took off her shoes and socks so she could get better footing. They led her back from the table taking wide steps, unable to get one foot within 2 1/2 feet of the other. She was able to take short forward steps by leaning her weight to the side and hopping the other foot forward. The kids laughed as she practiced, noting how her titties jiggled. “Ungggh unghhnnn” she tried to say something through her gag, which only brought more imitations and laughter from the children. “Maybe she needs some spankings to speed her up.” suggested Brian, laughing to the point of coughing. “That might help her learn faster.” agreed one of the adults. “But let’s have our ice cream and cake first.” Two of the men helped Marie Clair sit down. Then they laid her back onto some pillows so the bar would not hurt her back. “OK, kids. Anybody want to eat some icing off the ‘Little Marie’ table?” and Marie Clair felt someone put a spoonful of icing on each nipple. “We’ll wipe her off after each person gets done so you won’t get any germs.” and then he put a dab of icing into her belly button and another on her thigh. “We’ll put icing on different spots on the birthday girl and you can lick it off. A ‘Living Birthday Cake!’” “Can I do it, too?” asked Heather. “I want to try it. Can I eat her belly button? Please, please. I want to play, too.” “Well, of course, Dear.” answered Heather’s Mom and Mrs. Hardman at the same time, laughing, “Settle down, you’ll get plenty of time to play with our birthday girl.” For the next five minutes Marie Clair could feel the kids eating the icing off her. She was quickly wiped off as each spot was licked clean, and another dab was placed somewhere else. Marie Clair was wiggling around as the tongues tickled her tummy, legs, breasts, and neck. She could not tell who was who but hoped she would get to see the video later. The dabs near her lower tummy kept getting placed closer to her mound - then on the top of her slit. She tried to sit up but couldn't get her balance because one of the kids kept wanting to eat icing off her neck, chin and even her lips which were still stretched over the rubber ball with the strap through it. All the kids were enjoying themselves and the adults enjoyed watching. One of the boys kept licking lower and lower on her slit. Heather was now playing with one of her breasts with her fingers and tongue. “OK, kids. Let’s stand her up now and watch her practice walking.” Marie Clair could take short, hopping steps. She waited several seconds between each step, wondering why she heard the table being rolled away. “Brian, since you had the idea of how to speed her up, take this paddle and we’ll all see if your idea works.” suggested Mrs. Hardman. With a gleam in his eye Brian took the paddle and walked over behind her. Marie Clair stood up straighter trying to tell by sound where he was standing. SMACK! right on her fanny. SMACK! SMACK! two more hard ones in the same spot sent her in a hopping gallop with her feet hardly staying on the ground. The crowd applauded Brian’s training methods. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and she was practically running in a wide circle, unable to get away from Brian who was spurred on by the laughter and clapping of the audience. “Bravo, Brian!” “That’s got her going!” “Good job, Lad!” “See how her titties jiggle, Mommy?” “Perfect aim, Brian!” “Harder!” and other comments as he ‘trained’ her to go faster for several minutes. Between smacks, Marie Clair heard Dr. Hardman’s deep voice tell someone, “That boy has presidential qualities... a natural leader.” Brian stopped spanking a moment and she slowed down, trying to guess where he was. Everyone got quiet as she slowly turned around in the center of the floor, her pig tails flipping back and forth as she turned her head - listening. With her feet tied 30 inches apart, she leaned her head forward, bending her knees - ready to run - not realizing she was also sticking her fanny out. Brian was smiling broadly, two feet away - with the paddle raised in ambush, as she unknowingly turned her extended bottom right towards him. SMACK! SMACK! and he followed her around the floor, walking quickly, while she tried to get away again. The crowd cheered as he spanked her about every five seconds, speeding her up each time. “Stop now, Marie Clair.” commanded Brian, a man in charge, “Heather likes to see your titties bounce. Hop up and down to make them jiggle while I rest.” The tired gladiator hopped slowly up and down while Brian put his hands on her hips to turn her to face Heather and most of the crowd. “Higher and faster, or I will have to spank!” She speeded up a little bit at the threat - but not enough for Brian. SMACK - and she started hopping much higher and faster, pleasing the cheering crowd as her firm titties bounced. Heather tried in vain to make hers bounce while sitting on the edge of the chair, figiting more than usual. “OK, now stand still and move your shoulders back and forth to make them bounce sideways.” She did this as fast as possible to avoid another swat. More applause for the ingenious Brian, a real crowd pleaser. “Let’s let her rest a minute.” Mr. Long finally interceded. “Maybe the other children would like to help you ‘train’ her.” said Mrs. Hardman. “You can give her some more ‘standing up’ spankings - front and back, while she tries to walk around. Now, how does she like them, kids - hard or soft?” “Hard!” answered all the kids at once. They ran to get their favorite paddles, belts, and so forth. Heather grabbed the belt which worried some of the other would-be spankers who admired her enthusiasm, but did not trust her aim. Two men led Marie Clair back to the center of the room and moved the remaining chairs and other furniture out of the way. Men stood every few yards around the ring so she wouldn’t run into furniture. Dr Hardman announced, “Brian gets credit for the hardest spank so far. Can anyone beat him?” Robby got back just as the men let go of her and smacked her pubic mound with the stir stick. As she hobbled to turn around he smacked her harder on the fanny with the wooden paddle. He had a paddle in each hand! As she tried to hobble away she felt the belt slap the back of her leg just above the knee. “Maybe we’d better just let 2 kids spank at a time.” Suggested Dr. Hardman - his request an order. Mr. Long became the judge and timer, letting Robby and Heather go first. Mr. Jones was the camera operator. Heather’s next swing with the belt hit her on the side of the hip as she turned so that the tip of the belt smacked directly onto her pussy, which bent Marie Clair over. As she bent over the finally smiling Robby smacked her fanny with the riding crop - standing her quickly back up. The adults and kids all laughed as Marie Clair hobbled around, making her lemon shaped titties jiggle and bounce. After 3 minutes of spanking, the referee said to stop and to go kiss and rub the birthday girl. Of course Heather liked the ‘kiss’ idea and went right for her titties - just below her mouth level. Robby fondled the one she was not kissing. Brian walked out and asked if he could check her wetness - “to be sure she’s enjoying this.” The adults looked at each other and then nodded in silent permission. Reaching between her legs from behind, his finger slipped all the way into her pussy - no resistance at all. “She likes this game.” he announced sagely, holding up a glistening, wet finger to the crowd awaiting his verdict. Applause and laughter. “Three Cheers for Maire Clair!” said Mr. Long. “And three cheers for the helpful spankers!” said several grown ups. “See, the kids are learning a lot playing this game.” commented one of the parents. “And I’m glad Marie Clair is enjoying her role, too.” “The next two spankers are Billy and Nick. Are you ready boys?” asked Mr. Long. “No, I’m waiting for the belt.” said Nick. “Here it is.” offered Heather. “But can I test her wetness before I sit down? Please, I want to test her, too.” “Sure, Honey.” answered Mrs. Hardman and her mom at the same time. Heather started fingering Marie Clair with gusto - slipping two fingers at once into the stationary Marie Clair. “Bet that feels good, doesn’t it Marie Clair?” chided Nick as he tested a short piece of the belt on her fanny. “Don’t be mean, Nick,” warned his mother. “But she said in the video that she likes it hard.” protested Nick with a wicked grin. “And I bet I can spank harder than Brian.” Laughing agreement, “You’re right, Honey. Spank her as hard as you want.” “Go!” said the referee. SMACK went the belt across the tops of the backs of Marie Clair’s legs. And less than a second later the riding crop smacked her bare pubic mound in an upward blow. Marie Clair began hopping and turning as the boys gleefully spanked her, thinking her noises expressed pleasure. The belt continued to strike the backs, sides and fronts of her legs from her knees on up, sometimes wrapping to the inside. The stinging blows also hit her fanny and sometimes the tip of the belt stung the front of her pussy. The crowd was laughing as Marie Clair jumped around, hobbled by the two poles attached to ankles and wrists. “Look how her titties jiggle, Mommy.” giggled Heather. “She is so funny.” “Break!” interrupted the referee after just two minutes. “But that wasn’t three minutes.” objected Nick’s mother. “Start all over.” The red lines around her legs and fanny and across her lower tummy showed everyone where the blows had been landing. “OK. They can have another two minutes with different paddles.” said the referee, “But first they might want to let her rest while they check her wetness.” Mr. Long wanted to give her time to catch her breath. “Marie Clair, try to squat down and open you legs for the boys. That’s a good birthday girl.” as she spread her knees, hunching her pussy forward for their easy inspection. She wanted them to keep inspecting her for two reasons, even though she would only have admitted to one. Her perspiration mingled with her perfume giving off a sweet aroma. Her whole body glistened with her sweat and there was also a slippery trail of thicker wetness down the insides of her legs. Mr. Long had an idea for making things a little easier for the nervous contestant. “Boy, this if fun, Nick. Isn’t it?” as they each inserted a finger into her slippery pussy at the same time - for a very tight fit. “Help me kneel her down. Why don’t you do some softer front spanks while she puts her head and shoulders down on this pillow with her fanny up in the air?” “Sure” said the boys. “Well, I would rather just feel her titties some more anyway.” said Billy. “Let me give the birthday girl her choice.” said Mr. Long. “If you want some gentle ‘front spanks’ and want Billy to feel your titties instead of spanking you, just lean forward and put your head on the pillows. If you want them to see how hard they can spank you for a few more minutes, then stand up.” With that she knelt down immediately. Nick looked at her upturned fanny and changed his mind. “I would rather put my fingers in her holes instead of spanking her.” Mr. Long thought this over. “I’ll ask the birthday girl again.” Then to Marie Clair, “If you would rather have Nick put his fingers in you instead of giving you a front spanking, then put your knees farther apart.” And - her knees slid wider apart on the wood floor as she arched her back tilting her ‘holes’ up for easier access. “I want to, too, Mommy. Please. Can I finger her again?” “You already had a turn, but maybe Nick will let you do a few for him.” “No.” said Nick. “I want to do all fourteen in each hole myself.” Then during the break, while the crowd was ordering more drinks from Inga, Heather whispered something into Nick’s ear. Billy was happily fondling Marie Clair’s firm, young titties as the crowd refocused on the next round of fun after getting their drinks. “I’m going to show Heather how to put her fingers into the birthday girl, Mom. She hasn’t tested Marie’s fanny yet. Harummmp, Marie Clair, listen up.” trying to sound like a grown-up, “I want to show Heather how to put a finger in your fanny. Your challenge is to squeeze so tight that I can’t put my finger in to show her. But first I’m going to put lots of your juice in, so relax while I do that. Put your knees a little farther apart if you accept my challenge.” Marie put her knees even farther apart, arching her back more so that her chest was completely on the floor. Mr Long fluffed the pillows under her hands so the bar would not press into her back, while Nick dipped out some of her lubricant and began pushing it into her bottom - until his finger slipped easily in and out. “OK, now try to squeeze so hard that I won’t be able to get my finger in. Wiggle your ass if you’re ready.” Marie Clair wiggled her fanny back and forth then tightened her anus as tight as she could and waited. Nick got his finger wet again, let her wait a moment, placed his fingertip on her puckered anus, and then pushed slowly in - all the way, while turning his hand back and forth slowly as he pressed. “See Heather, that’s how you do it.” explained the triumphant Nick. The audience clapped and laughed again as Heather got her fingers wet and tried first with one finger - then two, while Nick probed the front hole. When the children had finished, Mr. Long and Inga helped Marie Clair stand up. Mr. Long asked, “Marie Clair, if I unfasten your feet and wrists, and take off your gag, will you promise not to talk? Then Inga will take you upstaris and help you clean up so you can come back downstairs to your party. Nod your head if this is OK.” She nodded her head enthusiastically. They unfastened the two bars and took off the gag. Inga wiped off her mouth with a warm washcloth. Marie Clair rotated her jaw to relax the tired muscles... then she smiled. The guests told her to hurry back down. Dr. Hardman promised no more spankings tonight as long as she did not talk, kept her blindfold on, and did whatever any of the guests wanted to do. The blindfolded birthday girl nodded without hesitation and was still smiling as Inga led her upstairs. The children took the ankle and wrist straps and the two wood rods downstairs to play while the adults fixed themselves another drink and watched the video again. Meanwhile, Inga finally took off Marie Clair’s blindfold in her upstaris bedroom and began to wash her off gently with cool washcloths. She put soothing lotion on her reddened fanny and the backs of her thighs. “Lay back on the bed with your knees up so you won’t put any weight on your sore bottom, Honey. Now scoot towards the edge of the bed so I can kiss your tender pussy and make it feel better.” Marie Clair still had not spoken but did as directed, seemingly lost in a dream world. Inga heard the barely audible motor whirr of the bedroon security camera as it adjusted to zoom in on her soothing kisses. After a moment Inga asked her if she wanted to go back down to the party or if she would rather just go to bed. Finally speaking, Marie Clair said, “I want to go back to the party, Inga. And thanks for kissing me there. It feels better now.” “Are you enjoying your birthday party?” “Yes. Some of the spankings were too hard. But it was fun playing with the other kids, after I got used to the blindfold. I was really embarassed at first, but they all seemed to think I was pretty, and they liked playing with me. I got lots better at the games, too, Didn’t I?” “You are pretty, Marie Clair. And you did great at the games. You’re a good sport, especially the way you pretended to like getting tickled with your new vibrator. And the finger game - you were really good at that - front and back.” “Thanks, Inga. I tried to slide on the fingers as fast as I could!” “I know the adults, and maybe even the kids will want to kiss you goodnight. Since your bottom is sore, you’d better just wear the top of your nightie, OK?” “Well, I guess they already saw everything,” still speaking softly, “and I want go back to the party. I didn’t get any ice cream and cake yet.” Inga laughed at this. So did the adults who had switched the big living room TV to the security system. She was blindfolded again and led back downstairs. All the adults wanted to kiss her and wish her a “Happy Birthday.” She ate the ice cream and cake standing up, which some of the adults found amusing. Her new, sheer nightie reached to just below her belly button. Everyone inspected her fanny and agreed that in a few days there would be no traces of the birthday party. PLEASE COME AGAIN As the guests left Marie Clair invited each one to come over and play with her. Mrs. Hardman remeinded her of her role as household servant and that she would have to “wait on them.” “Oh, yes Mam. I’ll do whatever they say. I want them to come and play with me.” And, conscious of her blindfold she said to the parting guests, “I really want to see you.” ************************************************************************* ******************* (There is another follow up part for this story, but I feel it's too graphic to post. However, if you email me and promise not to be offended, I'll share the draft - Several of the kids come back to visit. Brian brings his dog.) Author's note: please send any comments/suggestions/personal experiences to me at corn53@aol.com. Parts of all of my stories are true. Some are composites of memories which readers have shared with me. 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