Life of Angela Ch. 11

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY (cont)

My mouth was hanging open in shock. I was spanked hard by my flatmates so I was not a stranger to being punished, but being spanked naked by your parents as an 18 year old, now just 19, was something totally extreme even by my standards. Visions of the beautifully tall and slender Jenny naked and being spanked flashed into my mind. I quickly eradicated such thoughts by focusing on the seriousness of the predicament we were in.

"Do you think I will be spanked?" I asked nervously.

"I really don't know," Jenny replied uncertainly. "My parents have never spanked any of my other friends. But then I don't think I have seen Mummy so angry before."

That was not very reassuring.

"I had better get changed into my pyjamas as Mummy always expects me to be dressed in my PJs when she comes to get me."

With that Jenny went to her drawers and pulled out two pairs of pyjamas. They were both cotton baby doll PJs with short sleeved tops and shorts. They looked expensive and much more fancy than anything else I had ever worn to bed.

"Put these on," Jenny said, throwing a pair on my lap.

I frowned. "Why would I want to put a pair of your PJs on?"

"Angela. Look at yourself. I don't mean to be disparaging but you do look like a slut. I think it might make a better impression on my parents if you are wearing PJs."

I glanced down at myself and realised she was absolutely right about me looking like a slut. My nipples were clearly protruding through the front of my worn tee shirt. But what was even worse was that by sitting down on the bed my skirt had ridden up my hips so that my lower buttocks were visible and my labia was poking through between my legs. The lack of pubic hair made them clearly visible. Embarrassed, I tried to pull the skirt down but it was just too short.

Realising that Jenny was correct I quickly unbuttoned the skirt and slid it down my legs. I then picked up the baby doll shorts and pulled them on. Next the tee shirt disappeared over my head and I pulled on the top. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Jenny was watching my every move. The baby doll PJs were juvenile looking and made me look a lot younger than my 22 years. But they looked kind of nice and I did a twirl in front of Jenny to show them off. We couldn't help but giggle, despite our dire predicament.

"You are so pretty," Jenny commented shyly.

Her comment made me blush. It felt strange being admired by another female.

I sat back down on the bed. "Your turn now."

Jenny nibbled the end of her finger nail. "Would you mind turning your back to me while I get changed. I really am painfully shy, particularly when it come to my own body."

I was about to turn my back when the thought hit me that it was more than a little unfair that Jenny had seen me naked several times, and a lot worse, but she did not want me to observe her getting undressed. Plus I have to be honest, the thought of seeing the beautifully tall, thin Jenny getting naked was appealing. Especially as it was always me who was getting undressed in front of people.

"No I won't," I responded. "You have seen me naked and now it is your turn."

"Please," Jenny pouted. "Don't watch me."

I just sat there starring at her, making it clear I had no intention of looking away. It made me realise how my flatmates felt when I stood before them and had to undress. It was a powerful aphrodisiac to watch someone reluctantly discarding their clothing while you watched. I could well relate to the humiliation Jenny was probably feeling as she reluctantly began pulling her chiffon top over her head revealing her plain cotton bra. It was clearly only an A cup and emphasised just how small breasted Jenny was.

Jenny picked up her baby doll PJ top. "I am leaving my bra on," she informed me.

I shook my head. "No you are not."

Jenny looked at me defiantly and I honestly expected her to continue putting her PJ top on. I was therefore surprised when she put it back down and reached behind herself to unclasp the bra. When it fell forward she quickly pulled it off and covered her breasts with her left arm. She was flushed with embarrassment.

"You have seen my breasts. In fact you have sucked them," I reminded her. "It is only fair that I see your breasts."

"But I am so tiny," Jenny pleaded. "You have such beautiful breasts."

"Jenny, you are so beautiful. How big or small your boobs are is not going to change that. When I was a teenager I had small breasts, as do so many girls."

Reluctantly she lowered her arm slightly.

"Put your arm down by your side." For probably the first time in my whole life I was getting the chance to be dominant and it felt weird and unnatural. But for all that I was enjoying it.

Jenny hesitated, then slowly lowered her arm down to her side, fully revealing her breasts to me. Her breasts were certainly smaller than mine had been at 18 years of age. They only swelled slightly from her chest, and her areola were small and lightly coloured. Her nipples were also smaller than normal, but to my surprise they were rigid and protruding straight out. I truly felt her breasts were beautiful and when I complimented her she blushed profusely.

"You really think so. They are just so tiny," she sounded almost apologetic.

"They are beautiful," I reinforced. "Now stand up and get those jeans and knickers off."

"But what if Mummy comes in," she pleaded.

"Well you had better get on with it."

The reminder from Jenny that her mother would be coming to get us made me bite my lower lip in apprehension. It also spurred Jenny on as she promptly stood up, unzipped her jeans and began lowering them. As she went to step out of them she turned herself away from me.

"Please face me? I want to see you," I admitted honestly.

Jenny sighed in embarrassment but turned to face me as she kicked the jeans off her feet along with the sandals she had been wearing. She was now only wearing a pair of modest cotton knickers that matched her bra. I had expected her to plead to leave her knickers on, but instead she took a big breath and lowered them all the way down her long slender legs. Leaving them bunched around her ankles she stood up, revealing to me her pubic bush. Her pubic hair was a perfect little triangle of sparse blond curls that were trimmed to a moderate length.

"You are gorgeous."

Jenny blushed profusely. "I want to trim my pubic hair into a thin landing strip like most of my friends have but Mummy won't let me. She tells me I would look like a tramp."

I visibly blanched at what Mrs. Taylor's reaction would be to me having had my pubic hair totally shaved off. I wondered whether she had noticed when she had stormed into the changing room. I managed to focus back on the beauty of her tall slender daughter standing naked before me. She looked so erotic and I was surprised at how aroused I had become. I knew my labia were becoming swollen with arousal.

"I had better get dressed," Jenny smiled shyly. "Mummy could be here any moment and this would not look good."

She was right and I reluctantly nodded in agreement. Jenny hastily pulled on her PJs before sitting down beside me on her bed. We sat there in nervous silence as if we were awaiting the executioner. Despite my nervousness I knew I was still aroused. I couldn't help but worry about what would happen when Mrs. Taylor did eventually show up. Surely she wouldn't spank me, a total stranger. I would be mortified if I was spanked by someone else's parents. I am a 22 year old for heaven's sake. It just does not happen.

We both held our breath as we heard the noise of footsteps approaching down the long hallway. I think we both sat up straight like nervous school children as the door to the bedroom swung open there stood Mrs. Taylor. I had half expected her to start berating us straight away but she looked remarkably calm. Her eyes focused on me as she noted I was wearing a pair of her daughter's baby doll pyjamas.

"Why is this girl wearing your pyjamas?" The question was directed at Jenny but Mrs. Taylor continued to focus on me.

I wanted to remind her I was not a girl. I am 22 years old. However I thought it best to keep quiet on that one. Instead I tried to explain why I was in her daughter's PJs.

"Jenny thought it would be better..."

"Did I ask you?" Mrs. Taylor snapped. "Given the trouble you have caused tonight and almost single handedly undermined my daughter's birthday, I would suggest you keep quiet unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?"

I looked down at my hands on my lap. "Yes Ma'am," I murmured.

"Pardon?"

I looked up at Mrs. Taylor. "Yes Ma'am. I understand." My ears burned and I felt like a scolded child.

"Jenny?" Mrs. Taylor turned her attention back to her daughter.

Jenny responded nervously, " I thought she would be dressed more appropriately if she was wearing pyjamas."

"You mean less like a slut?"

"Yes Mummy," Jenny reluctantly agreed. She glanced briefly at me as if in apology.

"Or do you mean she is dressed appropriately for a spanking?"

"Yes, Mummy. I mean, no Mummy!" Jenny responded, flabbergasted by the question.

Mrs. Taylor turned her attention back to me. I could see a smirk on her face. She might have been angry, but it was also clear she was enjoying making myself and her daughter squirm.

"My daughter has behaved very unbecoming of a lady and will be punished. Has she told you how she is punished?" Mrs. Taylor enquired of me.

I looked down at my lap again, embarrassed. "She is spanked," I whispered and looked briefly over at Jenny who looked nervously straight ahead.

"And how is she spanked?"

"Over the chair," I again whispered, "with a belt."

"What is she wearing?" Mrs. Taylor persisted.

"Nothing," I gulped. "She is in the nude."

"Exactly," Mrs. Taylor responded, seemingly satisfied she had extracted the awful reality from my lips.

A long silence followed, with Mrs. Taylor looking down on the two of us dressed only in her daughter's PJs.

"Do you think you need to be spanked also, Angela? Your name is Angela if I remember correctly?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I quietly responded.

"Yes, you deserve to be spanked along with my daughter?"

I cringed. "No Ma'am. I meant that you are correct that my name is Angela. Not that I deserve to be spanked."

"Look at me girl!" Mrs. Taylor demanded and I quickly looked up at her. "My daughter is going to be spanked as she has behaved disgracefully at her own birthday. You are not my own child and I don't believe my husband and I have the right to punish you."

I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

"However," she continued, " you have behaved disgracefully at my daughter's birthday party and I believe you should do the decent thing and give us your permission to punish you in the same manner Jenny is going to be punished."

I couldn't bring myself to respond and looked down at my feet.

"Do we have your permission, Angela?"

I clenched my hands in my lap and looked over at Jenny. I felt so bad that this beautiful creature was now in this position largely because of me. If only I had been strong enough to say no to Michelle in the bathroom and Tony and the other boys in the changing rooms. I looked up at Mrs. Taylor.

"You have my permission," I nervously conceded.

"To spank you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I gulped.

"With the belt?"

"Yes...yes Ma'am," I reluctantly agreed.

Mrs. Taylor stared down at me before finally adding, "In the nude?"

I could tell she was getting a sense of satisfaction extracting every last embarrassing detail from me.

"Yes Ma'am. In the nude."

"Right. We will be ready shortly. I just need to talk to Mr. Taylor first. I will summons both of you when we are ready."

With that Mrs. Taylor closed the door and left us in stunned silence.

"You didn't have to agree," Jenny whispered to me.

"Yes I did," I whispered back, trying to sound more decisive than I felt. "I could not abandon you to be punished on your own."

To my total surprise Jenny leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. "Thank you."

I looked back at her and my feelings were confused. A part of me wanted to kiss her on the lips. But I dared not. Instead I took hold of her hand and we sat there in mutual support for what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than 10 minutes. The footsteps could be heard approaching before the door swung open. Mrs. Taylor said nothing, but simply beckoned us with her finger.

Nervously we followed her down the hallway into a room that was obviously a formal lounge full of quality furnishings. Mr. Taylor was sitting in a sofa chair looking at an I Pad on his lap. He looked up at us as we entered the room. He looked uncomfortable with what was unfolding. I suspected that Mrs. Taylor was very much the driver of these punishment sessions and her husband reluctantly followed along.

"You know what to do, Jenny. Get the chair please," Mrs. Taylor directed.

Jenny walked across the lounge and picked up a big heavy wooden chair that was sitting in one corner. With effort she carried it over to the middle of the room and placed it down.

"Have you got the belt, Dan?" Mrs. Taylor requested of her husband.

Without a great deal of enthusiasm Mr. Taylor reached down on the sofa chair beside him and lifted up a fearsome looking thick belt.

"Well, bring it over here," she ordered her husband.

Mr. Taylor pulled himself out of chair and began walking over to his wife. "Are you sure this is right? Spanking our daughter is one thing, but spanking a stranger just does not seem right."

"Dan, we have been over this," Mrs. Taylor responded impatiently. "She has asked to be spanked as she agrees she deserves it. Isn't that right, Angela?"

I had not exactly asked to be spanked, but I had agreed to it. "Yes, Ma'am," I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to buy a fight with her.

Mr. Taylor studied me for a moment. "How old are you Angela?"

"Twenty two," I responded, somewhat ashamed admitting how old I was.

Mr. Taylor raised his eyebrow, obviously surprised I was several years older than his daughter.

"Twenty two?" he repeated.

I nodded.

"You know how Mrs. Taylor insists that the punishment is delivered?" His tone reinforced that he was perhaps not totally onboard with the manner in which his daughter was punished.

"Yes, sir. The spanking is with the belt while bent over the chair. And...and in the nude," I reluctantly added.

"And you agree to this?"

"Yes, Mr. Taylor," I nervously agreed.

Mr. Taylor pondered the situation for a short while.

"Very well," he responded with what seemed to be more enthusiasm. "You are obviously well old enough to make this decision, and if you agree to the spanking then so be it."

He turned to his daughter. "I think it only appropriate that you go first."

"Yes, Daddy," Jenny responded nervously as she went and stood beside the big wooden chair. She turned and stared earnestly at her parents. She stood silently while seeming to gather her thoughts.

"Mummy and Daddy, I apologize for behaving so badly when you went to so much trouble to arrange my birthday party. I should never have gone into the boys changing room when there were boys in there. And it was I who told Angela to lift up her dress."

Her father's eyes opened wide in shock. I don't think he was fully aware of what had happened in the changing room. Jenny noticeably blushed at her confession.

"And you agree you deserve a spanking?" her father continued.

Jenny hesitated and glanced nervously at me. Finally she responded quietly, "Yes Daddy, I do."

"Very well. Undress," he ordered.

Again Jenny looked nervously in my direction. She was obviously reluctant to strip naked and be spanked with an observer in the room. With a deep breath she took hold of her baby doll bottoms and pulled them down to her ankles. Bending demurely at the knees she reached down and picked them up and placed them on the chair seat. It appeared she had had it drummed in to her that tidiness is important, even when you are preparing to receive a spanking. Jenny stood up and her PJ top was covering her to her hips. Just the bottom of butt cheeks was visible.

Jenny turned to her father. "Please can I leave my top on this once," she pleaded. "My bottom is bare so the spanking is still going to really hurt."

"You know the rules, Jenny," her mother quickly butted in. "You should have thought of these consequences before misbehaving."

Jenny hung her head in defeat. She unbuttoned her pyjama top and slid it over her shoulders, folded it neatly and placed it on the chair. When she stood up totally naked she was standing side on to me, facing the back of the chair. Seeing her in profile like that took my breath away. Her beautiful little A-cup breasts swelled gorgeously from her chest, although her nipples were no longer erect. For the first time I was able to view her tight firm buttocks. As would be expected, her bottom was small but her cheeks were perfectly round and firm and a wonderful testament to her athletic build.

Without being asked, Jenny leant forward over the back of chair. She had to raise her heels off the ground to enable her to reach down and take hold of the sides of the seat with her hands. For a long moment the room was eerily quiet except the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

Mr. Taylor stepped forward, the belt in his hand, doubled over so that he was holding both ends in his hand. As he raised it above his head I could see Jenny tense as she clenched her buttocks in anticipation of the impact. I was aware that I was holding my breath, which I expelled in a gasp of shock when Mr. Taylor landed the first spank of the belt on Jenny's buttocks. The noise resonated around the room, followed by a shriek from Jenny. She danced from one foot to the other, but bravely held her position.

Mr. Taylor gave her a few moments to recover before raising the belt and the process was repeated two more times. Again Jenny shrieked and danced but held her position. However on the fourth spank Jenny howled out and stood up, grasping her poor buttocks with both hands. There were tears running down her cheeks. She danced around oblivious to the display of nudity she was giving to everyone in the room. Her triangle of curly pubic hair was clearly visible to me and despite the circumstances I couldn't help but admire her beauty. I had to fight back the desire to rush over to her and comfort her in my arms.

"No more, Daddy," she pleaded between sobs, "Please, no more."

I hoped that was the end of Jenny's spanking, but bit my fingernail nervously when her father pointed to the chair.

"You know the punishment with the belt is six, so get yourself back in position and get this over with."

Reticently Jenny moved back behind the chair and took up her position again. The last two spanks produced more tears and dancing from Jenny. Eventually she regained her composure and turned to her parents.

"Thank you Mummy and Daddy. I apologise again for my behaviour and realise I deserved to be punished."

Jenny seemed sincere in her apology although I doubted that she really felt she should be punished on her nineteenth birthday. She picked up her pyjamas and walked back to stand beside me. She made no attempt to get dressed.

My heart was just about thumping a hole in my chest as My Taylor beckoned me over to the chair. Nervously I shuffled over and stood facing the chair, just as Jenny had done.

Mr. Taylor looked at me uncertainly before muttering, "Clothes please."

It felt so embarrassing to have to undress in front of Jenny's parents, particularly her father. But I knew it was fruitless to delay the inevitable. I unbuttoned my PJ top and shrugged it off my shoulders, embarrassed that my boobs were now in full view of the Taylors and Jenny. Having noticed that Jenny had folded her PJs and placed them on the chair I thought it was wise that I do the same thing. As I bent down to place the PJ top on the chair I couldn't help but notice my nipples were erect. There was no way I could cover them up without drawing attention to myself so I prayed they would not notice, or if they did they would think it was because I was nervous or possibly cold.