Been used the cleméncy story part 6

I saw the boys then turn the corner and then, making sure the coast was clear, I made a run for it. It was bad enough being naked in the street, is a hundred times worse, as I imagined people at every window looking out at me, seeing my tits bounce

as we got to a park it was dusk when James picked up a stick. "James said to Paul watch this as our of no where he whips my bottom and the backs of my legs. Up my back I was getting the beating of a life time."AHHHHHHH I screamed"

As I fell over as Paul got on top of me to hold me down as James kept whipping me. With tears rolling down my face and them enjoying every minute of my pain. The minute they let me up i run away my whole bottom half exposed as the dress rolled up.

"Paul said run little piggy".

I ran I really wanted get out of the dress. Knowing they was following me back to nana's. I was in such a panic, crouched down by the side of a car. It didn’t help.

here was still in view of several houses, and I had to scrunch down really low as a car passed. I managed to pull the dress down, but still felt very exposed, as it was so short and low-cut. The boys just walked past me didn't even wait for me. They were way up the road, laughing as they kicked a lemonade can noisily along the street. As I walked quickly to catch up with them, I knew it was only a matter of time before I was caught playing these games. I turned the corner into our street when someone said, “Hello, what do we have here.”

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🏥It was my nan's, neighbour. He’d apparently recently retired from some military force thing, and he was a keen car guy, and he’d even won awards and stuff for his concourse. Nana loved the classics and he always tried to get her in the passenger seat, but she had respect for my grandad so was not interested in long drive with him every weekend he would be out washing the car. “Uh, hello, sir.”

I could feel his eyes all over me, looking me up and down, checking me out. I wasn’t surprised, as I always thought he was a bit of a pervert. One time I was in my nan's back garden, sunbathing in my bikini and I woke up to find him standing over me, leering at me. Still half-asleep, I failed to notice my bikini top had moved up and one of my nipples was clearly on show. I couldn’t say for sure if he got, he got a clearly enjoyed the sight.

“That’s a nice dress, cleméncy,” he said. “Very fetching.”

“Um, thanks. It’s quite old. It was my mum's just thought I’d wear as it was warm.”

“I was wondering why you had ribbons in your hair.”
I blushed as I’d totally forgotten the pink ribbons and the fact that my hair was in pig-tails. I must have looked ridiculous to him. I knew I had to get back nana's before she saw me like this.

“Oh, me and my cousin's were just fooling around… and i put some make-up on… it was just a bit of fun for my Instagram… ” "I was not expecting to know what that was".

I was babbling and even I didn’t think I sounded convincing. Luckily he couldn’t see how much I was blushing. He seemed to be spending more time staring at my breasts than looking at my face anyway. Maybe he was remembering the time he saw my nipple.

“I think it suits you, cleméncy. It makes you look like a sweet little girl. Remember when I used to bounce you on my knee?”

How could I forget? It was after Dad left. And mum spent a lot of time here as she was so upset. He was at the house a lot, helping nana out, food and handyman job round the house. Thinking back, I’m sure he just wanted to have sex with nana, as she was lonely and vulnerable, and his marriage had just ended. I don’t know if they ever did it, but I was so young at the time and didn’t know about such things, so I wouldn’t have noticed anyway.

“You used to call me Uncle Ronnie. Remember?”

“no, I don't remember. Um, do you know what time it is?”

“I’ll tell you, but I want to hear you call me Uncle Ronnie again?”

I felt silly, but I even put on a little girly voice as I said, “What’s the time, Uncle Ronnie?”

“Ha ha, that’s a good girl. It’s nine-forty.”

I started to walk home, figuring uncle Ronnie would walk alongside me, but he hadn’t moved. I turned to look at him, and saw that he had a stern look on his face.

“Don’t you think it would be polite to thank me, cleméncy? Where are your manners?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Thank you uncle Ronnie.”

I hesitated, seeing if he was joking or not, but I could see he was serious.

“Um, I’m sorry Ronnie.”

“Say it like you did before. You’re dressed like a little girl, you might as well sound like one.”

So I apologised again, using my little girl voice, trying to sound really sincere. God, what was happening to me lately?

“I’m really, really sorry, Uncle Ronnie.”

“That’s better. Manners don’t cost anything, you know.”

I started walking and uncle Ronnie walked alongside me. I figured I had plenty of time to get home before nana, as long as she didn’t finish at the neighbours early. Suddenly, out of the blue, uncle slapped my bottom, hard.

“Ouch.”

“Just reminding you that naughty girls get spanked. You have been naughty, haven’t you, cleméncy?”

“No… ”

“I was in military for twenty-six years, young lady. I know when someone’s lying to me. You’d better come clean, or it will be worse for you. I’ll ask you one more time… Have you been naughty?”

Where do I begin? I knew I couldn’t tell him the truth, about Paul and jsmes but uncle Ronnie stared at me intently, and it was like he could see into my brain. I knew I had to tell him something.

“I, um… I brought fags with me up here and I have been smoking in the house… Please don’t tell nan… You know she hates me smoking.”

It was true. I started smoking at school and my Mum went mental when she found out. It was even worse when she found out I was still smoking two years later, sneaking cigarettes in my bedroom. She was so against smoking, she threatened to throw me out unless I quit. so I did. It was one of the hardest things I ever did. Because I knew nana would not take me in.

Uncle Ronnie looked at me, and I was sure he didn’t believe me, but he smiled and we carried on walking. I thought I was finally free of him as we approached his house, but it wasn’t to be.

“You’d best come in, cleméncy. I have a cook book your nana wanted to borrow.”

“Um, can’t you bring it over tomorrow?”

If it was anything like last Sunday I knew he usually came out and work in the garden or the classics car on Sundays, if the weather was nice.

“Don’t be so obstinate, young lady. It will only take two minutes. Come on.”

My big fear was him seeing me in this dress in the bright light of his kitchen, but there was no way out of it. I followed him into his house and he smiled at me as he looked me over, leering at me as his eyes travelled up and down my body.

“My, that is a lovely dress. And so short too. But I suppose that’s the way you young girls wear them these days. Not so long ago, you’d probably be arrested for showing so much leg.”

“Can I get the book? I’m sorry, but I really have to get back… ”

“Don’t be so impatient. Besides, you haven’t had your punishment yet.”

“No… please… I have to go… ”

“Well, okay, but I’ll see your nana tomorrow and I’m sure she’ll be interested to know you’ve started smoking again… ”

Why was this happening to me? Why do I keep getting into these situations? I’d told a stupid lie, but I knew nana would believe Ronnie, if he told her I’d been smoking. And then she’d wonder what I was doing out anyway, when I was supposed to be home looking after the boys. Ronnie smile broadened when he saw my shoulders slump, and he knew I was signalling my defeat.

“What do I have to do?”

“You can start by calling me Uncle Ronnie again. Not just today, but from now on.”

I bowed my head and said, “Yes, Uncle Ronnie.”

“And now you can bend over the table and accept your punishment.”

I just stood there, rooted to the spot. I was trembling all over.

“I’m not going to tell you again, uncle Ronnie.”

“I… I have a confession to make… Uncle Ronnie… ”

“I’m waiting… ”

“I, um… I didn’t have a cigarette. I lied about that. I did something else… ”

Ronnie leaned back against the counter, folding his arms, waiting to hear the rest of my confession. I still couldn’t tell him the truth, but I figured if he was going to spank me anyway, he’d soon find out I didn’t have any underwear on, so I came up with a different story.

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

The room was silent, except for the ticking of a clock and the thumping of my heart.

Uncle Ronnie said, “I think my next question is obvious, cleméncy. Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

“It was… a dare. We were messing around with my cousins and they dared me to walk home without any underwear on. It was just meant to be a bit of fun… ”

Mr Ronnie was looking at me, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. I stared down at his shoes, which were black and shiny, like he’d just brushed them. He always had shiny shoes that I seen from a kid. And well-pressed trousers, except for when he was gardening.

“Prove it. Show me.”

What could I do? I knew he could still get me in trouble with nana and Mum for not wearing underwear, but then he’d have to explain how he knew. Of course, I’d also be in trouble for leaving the boys alone, and I’d have to explain why I left the house in a dress that was too small for me, but maybe I could think of something.
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“Come along, cleméncy.”

I didn’t even realize I’d done it, but I was lifting the bottom of my dress, holding it up around my waist, letting Mr Ronnie see my now buld pussy. I was used to people seeing me naked lately, but it still creeped me out to expose myself to Mr Ronnie like this. Since the incident with the bikini, I always made sure to dress modestly around people like him, so as not to encourage his leering and lustful glances.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

I did as I was told, showing Ronnie my bare red and now very bruised bum. I knew it was marked from my whipping in the park, but Mr Ronnie didn’t mention it. When I had turned all the way around, I stood with my dress still up, and uncle Ronnie was smiling at my obedience.

“Take your dress off.”

I somehow felt compelled to obey. It was like I was in a trance. I hated what I was doing, but I was getting a thrill out of it too, and my pussy was responding, getting wet. I dropped my dress on the floor and stepped out of it. I was now all but naked in front of our pervert neighbour, making no attempt to cover myself up.

“Such nice big tits you have. I always liked your titty’s, cleméncy. Take your shoes and socks off. I want you naked.”

When I did as he demanded, he said, “Jump up and down.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I was naked in Ronnie kitchen, bouncing up and down for his amusemant. Of course, his sole intention was to make my big breasts bounce about wildly, and they duly obliged.

“Now do some star jumps.”

I felt so stupid, doing star jumps for this dirty old pervert. I always hated doing them, even at school, but this was a million times worse. My breasts were bouncing everywhere and I was already puffed out. I really needed to get in shape.

“Stop.”

I was huffing and puffing, like I’d run a marathon.

“Mr… I mean, Uncle Ronnie… I have to go… I have to get back… before nana comes home… ”

Ronnie looked up at the clock on the wall above the friddge. It was almost ten. he seemed reluctant to let me go now that he had me, and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, as I bet he didn’t often have naked girls in his kitchen.

“Very well, but don’t think this is over, cleméncy. I’ll be over tomorrow, as usual. I’m sure we’ll find time to continue your punishment. In the meantime, I’d like a little souvenir of tonight’s activities. Wait here.”

Two minutes later, Ronnie returned with an expensive looking video camera. He was already filming me as he came into the kitchen. I had always been camera shy, but now I was blushing a deep shade of red as Ronnie filmed me standing naked in his kitchen. So this was his little souvenir…

“Smile, cleméncy. Look at the camera. Good girl. Now, sit up on the counter.”

I glanced at the clock, wondering how long this was going to take. Then I did as I was told, jumping up onto the counter. The surface was cool against my bare bottom.

“Spread your legs.”

I wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so I opened my legs, knowing he was getting a good shot of my pussy. I felt so embarrassed. I could see my reflection in the darkness of the kitchen window and I looked like a girl in a porn movie, which I was, I guess.

“Wider. Good girl. I think I’ll get a nice close-up here… ”

Instead oif just zooming in, Ronnie brought the camera close, until he was crouching between my open legs.

“Oh, my. Looks like you’ve been a naughty girl tonight.”

I knew then that he was close enough to see my dried lady jizz on my thighs whipping in the park I’d wiped my pussy but must have missed my thighs.

“You must have had some fun tonight… ”

“Please… Uncle Ronnie… I have to go… ”

Ronnie backed up until I was in full shot again. I still kept my legs open for him and tried to look as if I was enjoying this humiliating experience, though I’m sure my smile must have looked false.

Ronnie said, “Why don’t you tell the viewers something about yourself, cleméncy? Speak up. Tell them your name and how old you are.”

Oh God.

“My name is Clemèncy chambers. I am 20 years old.”

Ronnie was signalling for me to continue. What was I supposed to say?

“I, uh, like movies and dancing and… and I have 1 brother no sisters… ”

“This isn’t a bloody dating video, cleméncy. But, seeing as you like dancing, why not shake those titties for us?”

“Um, Uncle Ronnie… ?” I looked pleadingly up at the clock. Finally, Ronnie relented and switched off the camera.

“You’re a natural, cleméncy. Now, get dressed and go. I’m going to send this to a few friends of mine, and give them a nice treat.”

“No, please… Don’t… ”

But he was already heading up the stairs, no doubt going to go online and share me with his friends, whoever they were. I just hoped it wasn’t anybody I knew. I would have run after him and begged him not to, but it was getting late and I couldn’t afford to hang about. I dressed quickly and headed across the street to home. I knew
Mr Grimsley wasn’t finished with me, but I’d have to deal with that tomorrow.

Paul and James were in the front room, watching a Bruce Willis film.

“Where have you been, young lady?”

“I got talking to a neighbour… sir.”

Just then, I heard the key in the front door. I sprinted upstairs, to the safety of my bedroom. I quickly stripped off the dress and pulled the ribbons from my hair, and threw on some denim shorts and an old t-shirt, not bothering with any underwear. I managed to get my shoes and socks off just as the door opened. It was Paul.

“nana wants you. Me and james have to go to bed now. Wait until nana goes to bed, and then come and see me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Naked.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nana was in the front room, watching TV.

Without turning around, she said, “How were the boys tonight? Any trouble?”

“No, they were fine. I’m not a kid, nana. I can look after two teenage boys.”

The look she gave me made me think she didn’t agree. She stared at my breasts a second and I thought she was going to ask why I was braless again. But then she started telling me all the gossip that she’d picked up tonight. It was all pretty boring, but I sat and listened to it while half-watching a TV programme about murder. When she finally finished telling me about Mrs Dorothy’ knee operation, it was almost eleven thirty. I told her I was tired and was going to bed.

“I don’t know how you can be tired,” she said. “You don’t do anything. You could have at least done the washing up while I was out.”

“Sorry, nana. I’ll do it in the morning.”

I went up to bed and thought about Ronnie, and all his friends seeing the video of me naked, sitting on the kitchen counter with my legs spread and my pussy on display.What if he showed it to people who knew me, like nana's neighbours or my co-workers, or even the postman? I’d let an old boyfriend take some dirty pictures of me once, at college, and it made me wonder if he still had them, or if he showed them to anybody. I wouldn’t have done it except he got me drunk and talked me into it. But they didn’t even show my pussy, and this was much worse.

I lay there in the dark and thought about all the things that had happened to me this evening, in the park and at Mr Ronnie house. Despite being humiliated by everything, it made me wet and I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy hard. I had a dildo in my suitcase – a big purple rubber cock. I was so turned on, it took me just a few minutes to bring myself to a shuddering climax.

I lay in the dark and waited for nana to go to bed. I hoped she wouldn’t be long, as I was tired and I didn’t want to risk falling asleep and disobeying Paul’s instructions. I knew they’d punish me if I did. So I turned on the light and read for a while. It was gone midnight when I heard nana coming up the stairs. I wondered what she’d say if I told her what had been happening these last 4 days. She’d probably say it was all my fault for being so stupid. She’d say it was typical of me, getting myself into such a mess. She’d say I deserved everything that happened to me. She’d probably be right.

I waited half an hour, even though nana usually fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. I turned the light out and crept naked down the hall to the pauls’ bedroom, and slipped inside. The light was out, but there was enough light to see James had made his way to Paul's room to they were awake and sitting up in bed, waiting for me. Both boys were shirtless, though I couldn’t see if they had anything on under the blankets.

I went and sat on the bed beside Paul. We spoke quietly, as we didn’t want nana waking up, even though her bedroom was down the hall.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, cleméncy, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, though I didn’t know specifically what he was talking about. I’d definitely been naughty tonight, in about a hundred different ways.

James said, “Get in the bed. Don’t want you catching cold.”

I got in bed between the two boys. It was quite a big old bed, but we were still squeezed together, and I realized that both boys were as naked as I was. Their bodies were hot as they pressed against me.

James said, “You’re our slave now, aren’t you?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir. I’m your slave.”

Despite their confidence, I detected a slight reservation in the way the boys were acting., even after all they’d done to me these last 4 days. But once I confirmed that I was their slave, things quickly changed. I assumed they’d discussed what they were going to do to me, because Paul took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was
already hard, as you’d expect with a 15 year old boy naked in bed with a girl. I knew what he wanted and started to slowly stroke his cock up and down, as I’d done with some of my old boyfriends in the past. Paul’s cock was smaller than any I’d handled before and it felt different, but I didn’t let it put me off.

Paul was breathing hard, and I knew he couldn’t last long, as it was probably his first time being touched by a girl. I wasn’t worried about nana finding cum on the sheets and blankets,. as I assumed it was normal with teenage boys.

Paul said, “Put it… in your mouth… ”

I knelt up on the bed and pulled back the blankets, seeing Paul’s cock in the dim light. The last time I saw it, he was peeing on me. I lowered my head and took his full length into my mouth without any trouble. I never liked sucking cock before, and took a lot of persuading to do it when my boyfriends asked. I let one boy cum in my mouth when I was at school, but I didn’t like it and never let anyone do it again. I started to suck on Paul’s cock, doing it slowly, taking my time.

James said, “You can tell she’s had a lot of experience.”

I glanced up and saw that James had moved around to get a better view. He was standing by the bed now and I was again amazed at the size of his cock. I guessed I’d be sucking on that too when I finished with Paul.

to be continued… part 7 soon