American Blue by Penny Birch Page B

face.
    ‘Buttman Bailey,’ Hudson explained, ‘and unless I’m very much mistaken that’s our very own Melody Rathwell over his lap. Let’s see.’
    Jemima giggled as the video started to play, first showing Melody facing the camera and looking far from happy as she made an apology for her poor performance, apparently having netted only eight shots out of twenty. She was in her Bitches outfit, and as she turned she stuck out her bottom, causing her tiny skirt to lift and show off her full, black bottom cheeks, which she exposed completely as she tucked her skirt into its waistband. Buttman Bailey appeared and sat down on a chair, his knees extended to form a lap. Melody went surprisingly meekly, draping herself across his lap with her bottom lifted and holding her peace even when he pulled her cheeks apart to show off the jet black star of her anus and rich pink interior of her pussy to the camera.
    ‘She’s taking it very well,’ I said.
    ‘Buttman’s been spanking her since she was a teen,’ Hudson replied casually. ‘He and Morris go way back.’
    I nodded, still surprised at Mel’s acquiescence to such a humiliating punishment, let alone on camera. He’d begun to spank her, his face split into a huge grin as he slapped her cheeks turn and turn about, all the while leaning out a little so that he could admire her bumhole and pussy while he punished her. She took it well, barely flinching even when he slipped a finger between her cheeks to tickle the black knot of her anal ring, but I could see the humiliation in her upside-down face, which was visible through her open legs.
    The spanking wasn’t very long, or very hard, just enough to leave it firmly impressed on her mind that it had happened, which I know from long experience is often more than enough. When a man or a woman has spanked you, they have spanked you, and it can’t be undone even if you only submitted to a few swats on your clothing. It was rude too, and intimate exposure and touching during punishment can count for a lot.
    ‘That was great!’ Hudson declared, when he’d played the video clip a second time. ‘Let’s see who else got it.’
    There were three other girls, two with honey-coloured skin and dark hair, presumably Hispanic, the third a leggy blonde, but in all three cases they went over the lap of a tall, powerfully built black girl who might very well have been the model for the cartoon on the front page. She spanked hard, and had picked up some habits from her coach, deliberately spreading the girls’ bottom cheeks to increase their humiliation before they were punished.
    ‘Shana Dodson,’ Hudson remarked. ‘Their captain.’
    I nodded, imagining myself in the same humiliating position as the three girls, perhaps with my ridiculous bunny -tail shorts pulled open before a large strap-on was inserted up my pussy. The thought made me shiver.
    ‘I wish I could be spanked,’ Jemima said wistfully.
    ‘I’d be more than happy to oblige,’ I assured her.
    ‘Oh, no, you don’t,’ Hudson said immediately. ‘Not until she’s done her bit. On the other hand, Penny, there’s no reason you shouldn’t get your own tail reddened.’
    ‘That doesn’t seem very fair,’ I answered, my voice sulky despite my rising excitement.
    ‘How about a bit of practice then?’ he suggested. ‘Same way the Bitches do, twenty shots and if you get less than ten, over you go.’
    ‘What about Jemima?’ I protested.
    ‘Never mind Jemima,’ he answered me. ‘She’s sacred, for the moment.’
    ‘A little spanking won’t bruise her,’ I pointed out.
    ‘I want her fresh, and that’s that,’ he answered me, suddenly stern. ‘You, on the other hand, deserve it.’
    ‘What for?’
    ‘Luring her into a game of forfeits with Pippa and that crazy bitch AJ, for a start. Do you think I don’t know? And I had told you to keep your hands off her, so come on, and if you can do those shots, you get let off.’
    What he was saying was