It was meant to be
by Emma No knickers
Part 1
When I was seventeen I was to experience one of the most memorable days of my
life that has stayed with me forever. Denise was one of my best friends at
school and she had a huge crush on a boy named Paul. He was the one of the most
popular guys in school, he was very good looking and he knew it. Denise was by
no means ugly but a little plain and still had a touch of what we called puppy
fat although not overweight as such, a little shy and not at all the type of
dolly bird that Paul went for.
One day Denise told me that during a cross county run in a P E lesson she and
Paul had found themselves together off the usual track and she had let him screw
her. I did not really believe her but a few weeks later I was to see with my own
eyes the most amazing sight.
It was a Saturday morning and I saw three boys from school on my way to the
shops, they began talking to me and I could not believe it when they told me
where they were going. John and Kevin were a bit younger than Paul and lived
near me, Carl was a couple of years younger still who I didn't really know. Paul
had told them that he had got Denise to strip naked and let him do whatever he
wanted with her when ever he wanted and to prove it he had invited them to
watch.
They asked me to see for myself when I told them how ridiculous it all was and I
found myself going with them. We went to an old factory that was derelict and
hid in what was the old office part over looking a large open space.
We waited ages and I began to think it was all made up in an effort to get me
alone with them but then we heard Paul and Denise. They walked to middle of the
floor and I could hear Paul tell Denise that she knew what to do. I was
absolutely stunned to see her begin to undress and I could feel the excitement
and tension we all felt watching her. She slowly but surly removed every stitch
she was wearing apart from her socks and shoes, she put her brown hair in to a
pony-tail and stood with her legs apart and hands behind her back.
Paul picked up all her clothes and began to walk towards us, she never even
turned her head as he opened the door and threw the clothes on the floor. "A
present lads" he laughed quietly and then looked at me "if you say a word about
this you will get the same" he threatening. They told him I had promised not to
tell and he seemed amused that Denise's own friend was going see what he could
make her do.
I wanted to shout and scream that we were here and stop her form going through
with this with us watching but I was so scared. He walked back towards her and
when he reached her he began to feel her boobs. She remained still as he played
with her nipples even pulling and pinching them quite roughly and then he took
hold of them both to stretch her breasts as far as he could away from her body.
The boys gave a little laugh and I was in shock at why she was letting him do it
to her. He kept hold of her nipples and began to jiggle her boobs; she did not
have a large bust but he still made them bounce as he tormented her.
When he let go she was made carry on by herself making them bounce up and down,
the sight was so unbelievable and the boys had looks of sheer lust on their
faces.
Paul walked around her looking her up and down like he would a dog at a show as
she continued with the bizarre spectacle before us. He began to stroke her bum
and encourage her to make her boobs bounce even more. She had her legs about a
foot apart and she was bending her knees to try and almost jump up and down on
the spot, this made her bum look like it was thrusting out towards his hand.
Suddenly he gave her bum a hard smack; I almost gasped in shock at how loud it
sounded. Once again the boys tried to stifle a giggle as Paul gave her a few
more smacks. By now she was beginning to get out of breath as Paul made her move
even quicker and told her to open her legs even wider apart. Despite feeling
really ashamed for her that we were watching all this I was transfixed on the
sight and wanted to see what else Paul would do to her.
He stood in front of her and with his face only a few inches from hers he asked
her what she wanted, she replied that she wanted to do whatever he told her. I
could not believe what he told her to do next, with both hands she was told to
smack her own bum! She was running on the spot now and each time she lifted her
left knee her left hand smacked her left bum cheek and so on with the right. It
was an incredible sight as soon he had her actually running up and down almost
coming to a few feet from where we hid. The sound of her own hands slapping down
on her own bare skin echoed through the building as Paul told her to do it even
harder. She ran towards us again and when she turned round her bum was getting
redder by the second as she tried to smack herself as hard as she could. Paul
hissed at her to lift her knees as high as she could as she was obviously
getting really out of breath by now. She was covered in sweat and panting like a
dog when at last he let her stop ad told her to stand with her back to us.
She had her hands on her head and I was amazed to see how red and sore her bum
looked. Paul began to mock her saying how disgusting she was wanting to smack
her own bum and behave like a whore for him. He continued to tell her that the
exercise was good for her and she obviously needed a good smacked arse. All the
time she was agreeing with him repeating almost everything he said until she
actually said, "yes I am a dirty little bitch who needs her fat arse smacking as
hard can be".
I could not imagine how she could say such shameful words but she seemed to be
relishing her performance. Paul walked behind to feel her bum again telling her
what a hot red arse she already had but it was going to get much hotter. He
asked her if she wanted him to take off his belt and thrash her with it, of
course she eagerly begged him to do it.
As he removed it from his trousers he made her say at the top of her voice what
a dirty bitch she was and she wanted the whole world to see she was Paul's
whore.
Out of all the people I knew I could not have believed it possible that Denise
could behave like this, it was like she had been hypnotized to behave so
wantonly. Paul then told her that perhaps he needed some help to thrash such a
disgraceful tart like her and should he ask some of his friends join in. She
looked startled and confused and mumbled that there was no one else here when he
laughed and shouted, "do we have any volunteers".
John and Carl immediately stood up and went towards Denise who had her back to
them, she looked over her shoulder and looked utterly devastated at their sudden
appearance. She tried in vain to cover herself up with her hands between her
legs and across her boobs as she ran behind Paul. He laughed that it was a bit
late to be shy now as they had been watching all along and with that she began
to sob and beg for her clothes.
Paul just laughed even more at her and told her that she better keep doing as
she was told because if she thought this was embarrassing he could make it much
worse for her. Between her sobs she asked how could it get any worse when Paul
told her they might say how they all found her naked smacking her own bum and
leave her without her clothes and go and get her parents. She looked really
frightened and begged Paul not to do that to her and he stayed still in silence
as you could see the implications go through her mind.
After a few minutes she walked from behind him still clutching her arms to try
and cover her modesty and asked quietly if Carl could not see her like this, as
he was too young. Paul laughed that she was in no position to make conditions
and told her he did not want to hear another word of protest or they would teach
her a lesson she would never forget.
I thought to myself that she was unlikely to ever forget this, as I certainly
wouldn't and tried to imagine the shame she must be feeling. It would be bad
enough to be naked but to know they had seen her smacking her own bum so
enthusiastically would be a nightmare.
Once again she was standing legs apart with her hands held tight behind her back
as all three of them inspected her. Paul held the belt in front of her face and
sarcastically asked where she wanted it. At first she could hardly speak above a
whisper as she asked for it on her bum but he was not satisfied until she said
loudly "I want the belt across my bare arse please Sir".
They all laughed and called her yet more names as Paul led her to an old iron
handrail and made her bed right over it. Most of her weight was on her arms
reaching down to hold the lower rail and her stomach was on the top rail. Her
bum was thrust high in the air as Paul delivered the first stroke. She gave a
slight grunt as it landed on her red bum cheeks and he continued to land stroke
after stroke across her upturned bum cheeks. I could sense she was trying to be
brave and not show them how much it was hurting as she took sharp breaths and
gritted her teeth with each stroke.
Paul gave the belt to John and went to stand in front of Denise, he lifted her
head up by her pony-tail so he could look at her face. John swung the belt down
hard on her bum and Paul laughed at the reaction on her face "is this hard
enough my pretty whore" he smiled. He held her head while John gave her some
more and teased her by saying that it would be Carl's turn soon.
She tried to shake her head in defiance as Carl told john to let hive have the
belt as he would hit her as hard as could with it. Paul returned to stand behind
Denise and took hold of her leg to actually lift it off the ground, as John gave
Carl the belt he took hold of the other leg. I could believe it as the two boys
began to spread her legs as wide apart as they could, her head was almost
touching the floor and now everything she had was on full view. She was balanced
on the handrail like a gymnast and I could not believe how exposed she was even
her anus was on open display to the grinning boys.
Carl stood between her open legs and brought the belt down in line with the
groove between her spread bum cheeks, I even felt myself wince in sympathy for I
as knew where the belt would soon land. The fact had not escaped Denise as each
time the belt seemed to get neared the cleft of her bum. "Please let me close my
legs" she pleaded again she begged but Paul was in no mood to be lenient with
her. She tried to pull her legs together and struggled wildly but it was no use
they held on firmly to her. "Come on Carl," yelled John "get it right on her
arse hole". She could still manage to move her bum from side to side enough to
make Carl miss the target and Paul let go of her leg.
With out warning he grabbed Denise's hand and lifted her upright "come on, I'm
taking you home" and marched her towards the way outside. She begged for her
clothes and pleaded with him not to take her outside naked but all he said was
that she had been warned to behave herself and he would show everyone what a
whore she was.
My own heart was beating as fast as could be and I could not comprehend what
must be going on in Denise's mind as he dragged her half walking and stumbling
to the door. She was openly crying as John asked Paul to give her one more
chance. Denise begged and promised that she would behave and do anything they
told her without hesitation and she really would do exactly what she was told.
John went up to Paul and they had a brief conversation which ended with them
both laughing and after telling Denise to stop crying and wipe her face John
said he was just gong to the shop.
Paul made Denise stand at the far end of the building well away from where Kevin
and me were still hiding and told Carl to stand and watch her. He came to see us
and told Kevin to go outside without Denise seeing him and meet John at the
shop.
I was frightened of Paul and did not want to be alone with him but I was trapped
I did not want Denise to know that I had spied on her from the start. Paul was
an arrogant bastard and asked what I thought of his treatment of my friend and
did I think she deserved it. Of course I could not answer him and then he asked
me if I wanted to be naked alongside her. I was terrified and begged him to let
me just leave as I would definitely not say anything to anyone and cowardly I
even said he could do exactly what he wanted with Denise and she did deserve it.
He laughed that she enjoyed most of what he did to her and he was bored of
watching her humiliate herself so he thought the involvement of his friends
would teach her a lesson in shame to see how much she did really like. He went
on to say how me coming along was a bonus as she would be absolute devastated to
know that her best friend had seen her in her true light as nothing but a dirty
little bitch.
Before I knew what was happening he grabbed my hair "so if you don't want us to
do something really bad to your friend you better be nice to me, understand
Emma". I knew it was hopeless to refuse and I meekly said I would be as nice as
he wanted.
He let go of me only to pull down the zip on his jeans 'Denise is my whore and
you are my cocksucker" he laughed in triumph. I had never even seen a boy's
thing before and now I was going to have to put one in my mouth of a boy who I
hated. Despite my humiliation I knew I would do it and actually wanted to do it.
I was on my knees and his cock was right in front of my face "open wide" he
gloated and pushed it in to my mouth. A thousand things ran through my mind and
my whole body was on fire as I began to such and lick at his hard cock. I could
not believe it was me who was doing it and I had a vision in my head of what I
looked like greedily slurping on his dick while he stood mocking me. "Not much
of a stuck up bitch now are you cocksucker" he laughed "you do know that your
going to be doing this to the rest of them even Carl". A huge rush of shame
flooded through me as I imagined having to let the youngest use me like this but
along with it I felt more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
I nodded my head frantically when he asked if I was ready to swallow his spunk
and as he once again grabbed me hair to hold me still I felt his cock twitch and
then explode in to my mouth. I did not care about the taste I just wanted to
drink it all down and I wanted to prove I was a complete cocksucker. I swallowed
without thinking and sucked harder to get even more of his seed in to my belly
"that's a good girl" he praised me and as I licked his cock clean and I found
myself saying "thank you Sir I am your new cocksucker".
As he left me still on my knees he asked me if I wanted the others to use me as
a cocksucker because he would not tell them unless I wanted him to. I wanted to
scream "no don't tell them" but I just nodded my head and said "please it is
what I am". He laughed at me the same way he laughed at Denise "take a good look
at your friend because you will soon be in her shoes and you know you want it".
As soon as he walked away I hated the taste in my mouth and felt sick at the
thought of what I had just done for him. It was almost like he had taken over my
personality and made me in to a plaything like he had with Denise.
