American Blue by Penny Birch Page A

way she filled her shorts and made her tail wiggle. It did look sexy, I had to admit that much, in a sort of vulgar, cutesy way, as if a Walt Disney cartoon had been redrawn by perverts, and Jemima’s girlish, athletic figure suited it as well as anything would. Wearing my own version was going to be unbearably humiliating.
    ‘Cute,’ Hudson declared, looking Jemima up and down. ‘Very cute.’
    Jemima wiggled her bottom at him and he gave her a gentle slap.
    ‘Now get out of that and into the shower,’ he ordered. ‘You too, Penny. I’ll rustle up some lunch.’
    I was a bit taken aback at being effectively ordered to shower with Jemima, but it was typical of the way Hudson behaved and as usual it was hard to take offence. He’d already shown me my room, which was next to theirs, but one of the other spare rooms had an
en suite
bathroom, so it was impossible not to feel a little put out as I undressed and set out fresh clothes.
    Jemima was already in the shower, singing to herself as she soaped her body and moving aside to make space for me without a trace of self-consciousness. It was impossible not to admire her, with her slender body and perfect skin, and in other circumstances I might have been tempted to touch. As it was I kept my hands to myself, even when she bent to wash between her toes and the little round cheeks of her bottom pressed briefly against my hip.
    I was left feeling both somewhat aroused and somewhat confused, unsure of my own reactions, for all that I’d spanked her at Morris’s parties more than once. That was different, somehow less intimate, with an audience to egg us on and other girls taking their turns. She seemed oblivious, chatting happily as she dried her feet with one leg up on the bed so that her pussy was open to me, and even spreading her cheeks in the mirror as she dabbed a little powder on to her bumhole.
    Again I was tempted, this time to take her in my arms and lay her down on the bed, where I’d lick her to ecstasy before having her return the favour. I might even have done so, had I not been sure she would call for Hudson to join in, in which case I’d probably end up sucking on his balls while he fucked her or something. Not that I’d have minded so very much, but I suspected that if I gave in to anything like that my last chance of preventing Jemima from disgracing herself would be gone.
    I finished drying myself and went next door to dress. Hudson kept his flat very warm, so I threw on a summer dress over plain white panties and slipped my feet into sandals, content to change again if necessary. Hudson wasn’t in the dining room or the kitchen, but he’d put out a bagel with smoked salmon and cream cheese, clearly fresh. Jemima was nowhere to be seen either, but I ran them to earth in his study, where he was eating his bagel in front of a large flat-screen computer monitor and manipulating the mouse with his free hand. Jemima was perched on his lap, stark naked.
    ‘Let’s see what the opposition is up to,’ he was saying. ‘Oh, hi, Penny. Make yourself comfortable.’
    There was a high chair to one side, which I pulled up so that I could see the screen. Hudson had gone to what was obviously the Brooklyn Bitches’ website, a welcome page showing a cartoon of a tall, athletic black girl in the act of leaping to put a basketball in the net. She looked the part, and it might have been a perfectly ordinary sporting website had it not been for her halter top, which was cut so that her breasts showed naked, and the way her skirt had risen to display her bare black bottom. There was some information too, but before I could read it Hudson had clicked on an internal link and a new page had come up. It was designed in blue and white like the first, but showed a number of thumbnails under the title ‘Training Failures’. Each one was of a girl being spanked, either by another girl or in one case a seedy-looking man with white hair and a dirty smirk on his