Extract from The Indecencies of Isabelle

Katie looked around, puzzled.

‘But I haven’t had to take my panties down yet?’

‘That’s not what I meant. Sarah, would you be kind and run to fetch whatever cream you were applying to Portia’s cheeks just now?’

Sarah hesitated, no doubt thinking of rebuking me for speaking to her the way I had, before deciding not to make an issue of it. Katie’s expression was working between puzzlement and concern as she turned from the wall and came to stand by my chair. I patted my lap.

‘Over you go. Bottom well up, please.’

‘Am… am I to be spanked? With my knickers pulled up tight, or something?’

‘Something,’ I replied. ‘Now get over my knee.’

She obeyed, pink faced as she laid herself across the arms of my chair, her bottom lifted beneath her plain black skirt, round and inviting. I took hold of the hem, lifting it gently up to show first her pale, shapely thighs and then her panties. They were white, and full cut, with a pattern of cherries across the bulging seat, red ones, in pairs, but each like a little chubby bottom. Even with so little showing she had begun to sob, her emotions as strong as ever.

I left Katie showing her knickers as Sarah returned from the bathroom with a tube of plain skin cream, ideal for what I had in mind. Thanking Sarah, I took hold of Katie’s cherry patterned panties and pulled them quickly down, making her gasp in shock as her bottom came on show. She was truly beautiful behind, chubby and firm and smooth, exquisitely feminine. With her panties at half-mast I took a moment to stroke her cheeks, out of sheer admiration, before pulling the little garment off her legs to leave her completely bare behind.

‘Pull your cheeks apart,’ I ordered.

Her bottom cheeks were quivering, and she was snivelling quite badly, but she did as she was told, reaching back to spread the plump little globe of her bottom and show off the details between, here sweetly turned pussy lips pouting from between her thighs, the tight pink bud of her anus twitching slightly.

Everybody was watching, and Katie knew it, her snivels turning to full blown tears as she held her bottom open for inspection. I took the tube of cream, placing the nozzle just an inch above the splayed star of her anus and squeezing, to extrude a thick white worm of cream into the little dimple at the very centre. She gasped as she felt it, and her ring tightened, squeezing out a little cream. Her words came broken and urgent as she spoke.

‘What… what are you going to do with me? I thought you were going to spank me!’

‘Sh, just keep your cheeks well apart.’

As I spoke I’d pushed my middle finger into the soft, thick cotton of her cherry pattern panties. She went silent, her cheeks still held wide, her bumhole opening and closing to make the creamy centre pout and suck in her apprehension as I applied a second worm of cream to the taut white cotton over my finger.

‘And up go your panties,’ I announced as I pressed the finger to the slippery ring held so invitingly open between her cheeks.

‘No! Isabelle!’ she whined as she finally realised what I was going to do.

It was too late. I had already pushed the full length of my finger in up her bottom, taking a good sized pinch of panty material with it, certainly enough to hold them in place in her hole. As she expelled her breath in a long gasp of shock and outrage I extracted my finger, leaving her panties wedged well in up her bottom.

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