The news had been warning everyone about the major winter storm that was heading our way for over a week. As it swept across the country, it became clear this was not the usual overhyped report to boost ratings. There was going to be freezing rain, followed by a heavy snowfall. Luckily, I lived on campus, so I didn’t have to drive anywhere, but the storm was leaving massive power outages in its wake.

“Don’t worry, Mandy,” my boyfriend, Adam, said when I raised my concerns. “If the power goes out, you can come hang out in the lab with me and the guys. We have a generator in our building to protect all the experiments and equipment.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun,” I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It could be,” Adam said, “We could have a Snowmageddon Party!”

“I’ve been to a so-called party with your friends,” I sighed. “Video games and Dungeons & Dragons is not a party.”

“So invite a couple of your friends. We can make some food, and Frank can get us some beer,” Adam suggested.

“What are we going to do, turn your lab into a rave?” I said, still not feeling it.

“I’m not sure we could go that far, but we have a decent stereo that we use to play music when we are working,” Adam said, with a wicked smile, “but we could make it a little kinky, since it’s going to be in a medical lab.”

Adam knew I had a huge medical fetish. It was part of what attracted me to him in the first place. He was pre-med and would sometimes bring home stuff from the lab for us to play with. Nothing too weird, just a couple of speculums, a mouth spreader, and a giant syringe that he used to give me an enema. He had even snuck me into the lab a couple of times so we could use the exam table with the tie-downs and stirrups. It was all in good fun and really turned me on.

“Adam! How are we going to do that kind of stuff with our friends there?” I asked, but I was definitely intrigued by the idea.

“Didn’t you tell me that you got off on the thought of being watched?” He asked, moving behind the chair where I was sitting, pulling my hair back, and starting a gentle massage of my shoulders and neck. He knew me too well.

“Sure, in theory!” I said, lowering my head to give him better access, “but I don’t know if I could ever really do it, knowingly.”

I could feel my arousal growing just thinking about the idea. Adam’s warm, firm hands caressing me helped it along.

“Maybe we could find a way so you wouldn’t know. A blindfold or something,” Adam said, thinking out loud. “You’d just have to invite friends you could trust – or blackmail…”

“Ooh, aren’t you the devious one?” I said.

My arousal grew further as I thought about being blindfolded and strapped to the exam table, not knowing who might be watching. Adam leaned over further. His short beard and mustache tickled my neck as he kissed it. His hands roamed down my chest to my breasts.

I was wearing a bra, which I knew he hated, but with D-cup breasts, I worried that they would start to sag far too soon without some support. At least it was a lovely lace bra and not one of my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders.

“I’ve met all your friends. I guarantee some of them are a little kinky,” Adam whispered into my ear as he cupped and kneaded my chest.

“Oh, really? Who do you think?” I asked coyly, as Adam worked his way down my stomach to find the bottom of my shirt.

“Hmmm,” he thought, “what about Anna and Nancy? I get a vibe from them.”

Anna and Nancy were sisters, a year apart, but for whatever reason, they were both sophomores, and the way they dressed and acted led many people to think they were twins. They were a little stuck up, having come from a wealthy family, but I got along very well with them. Based on things they had said when they were drunk a few times, Adam might be more right about them than he realized.

“They might be a good choice,” I said, then waffled, “For the party, I mean, not watching us be kinky.”

Adam had grasped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my breasts as we talked. I leaned forward, allowing him to pull it the rest of the way off, and then leaned back so he could continue his ministrations.

“Can you think of anyone better?” he asked as he returned to massaging my breasts and kissing my neck and now bare shoulders.

“Mmm, not at the moment, but I’ll think about it,” I said dreamily. “What about Dave and Frank? Won’t their little nerd heads explode if we get kinky in the lab?”

“You don’t know them as well as you think you do,” Adam said, sliding one bra strap off my shoulder. “I’m positive they won’t mind, AND I trust them to be sworn to secrecy.”

“Oh, really. You have some kind of secret brotherhood I don’t know about?” I laughed.

“Not exactly, but I have known Dave since high school and Frank since I started taking classes here, and we talk about stuff,” Adam said as he slid the strap off of the other shoulder.

Adam had begun taking a few classes at the university during his final year of high school. That’s when he met Frank, and they have been fast friends ever since.

“What kind of stuff? Did you tell them about our stuff?” I said, putting an arm across my chest, holding the bra in place as I turned around to look at Adam.

“Nothing specific, but they know I have brought some stuff home for us to use,” he said defensively, taking a step back. “They are smart enough to put two and two together.”

“So you think I’m going to go to this party and confirm their suspicions?” I said, anger starting to replace arousal.

“I just think we have an opportunity for you to live out some of your fantasies, and it will be safe, I will make sure.”

I could tell Adam was sincere. We had been dating for a little over a year. For the most part, he was the dominant one in our relationship, and I was submissive. It wasn’t exactly BDSM (yet), but he enjoyed helping me push my boundaries occasionally. He was also good about not letting me go too far. He often said that it was his job to keep things safe and sane, and I had come to trust him completely.

Maybe it was the trust, or perhaps I was horny (okay, I was definitely horny), but I was starting to come around to this idea and, just like that, my anger dissipated. I dropped my arm, reached around behind my back, and released the clasp of my bra. As the bra fell to the floor, I shook my tits from side to side and smiled impishly. I know what he likes.

Adam smiled too and stepped forward to take both breasts in his hands and rub his thumbs across my hardening nipples.

“Does this mean you are on board?” Adam asked, looking directly into my eyes.

I paused briefly, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, then looked directly back and said, “Yes.”

 

The storm arrived with everything that had been promised and maybe more. The campus had not lost power so far, but we were going to have the Snowmageddon Party regardless. The snow had stopped for a while, so Adam and I ran to the store to get the food for the party. We had decided on Instant Pot Chili, one of Adam’s specialties. We got the necessary ingredients and grabbed chips, dips, and a few other snacks.

We picked up Anna and Nancy on the way to the medical science building, since Adam had a four-wheel-drive SUV and the girls had a sporty little car that was totally useless in this kind of weather. They were both really nervous about the storm, having grown up in tropical climes, but they were also hesitant about the party since they barely knew Adam and didn’t know Frank or David at all, and if things got bad and the campus lost power, they might be stuck with these guys for a while. I was surprised that they both seemed relatively calm and chatty once we got them into the car.

Adam and I were appropriately dressed for the weather. He was wearing a long khaki trench coat, a tweed cap with ear flaps, and combat boots. I was wearing a teal insulated ski jacket, jeans, and snow boots.

Anna and Nancy seemed to have no clue how to dress for this kind of weather. They were both wearing black faux-fur coats that barely covered their asses, which were well-defined by their skin-tight leggings, and black leather knee-high boots with 3-inch heels.

We had to help Anna and Nancy into the building, and they still almost fell several times. They waited in the vestibule while Adam and I went back out to the car to get the bags and Adam’s Instant Pot.

The usual security guard, an older black man in a well-kept uniform named Stan, was sitting behind the desk in the lobby. He stood up as we came in. He knew me, but Anna and Nancy, being art majors, had never set foot in this building as far as I knew.

“Hey, Adam, Miss Mandy,” Stan said, nodding to each of us. “Frank and David came in earlier and said you guys were planning to work through the storm. They didn’t mention any, uh, guests.”

“Stan, this is Anna and Nancy. They’re Mandy’s friends,” Adam said, gesturing at each person as he introduced them.

“Nice to meet you, ladies,” Stan said as he tipped his hat like a proper southern gentleman.

“How about we call them test subjects who have volunteered to come to the lab and help us out?” Adam said, winking at Stan.

“That sounds about right,” Stan said, smiling. “You’ll have to sign them in, and I’ll need to see their student IDs. Yours to, Miss Mandy.”

“I’ll bring you some chili in a while, if you like,” I said to Stan as he barely glanced at my ID.

“That would be very nice, Miss Mandy. Thank you,” he replied.

After Adam signed for the rest of us, he led the way to the elevators. We rode up to the third floor, and Adam used his key card to swipe the reader by the door to let us in. Usually, you could see into the lab from outside, but Frank and David had lowered the blinds, so only the shadows of people moving around inside the lit room would be visible from the outside.

Frank and David were expecting us, of course, and hurried to help take the bags of food and stuff while Adam made introductions.

“Put your coats and boots there by the door,” Frank said, indicating a large mat and a row of hooks where his and David’s coats and boots were already located.

Putting on a posh air, he added, “We have selected the most fashionable footwear for you to wear so you don’t track snow and water through the lab.”

On a small table near the mat, a pile of white terrycloth slippers lay in plastic bags. The kind they give you when you are staying in the hospital. Adam and I made quick work of it and were soon shuffling around in our slippers. We both wore button-up flannel shirts over a t-shirt, so we kinda matched without having planned it.

Anna and Nancy seemed reluctant until Frank and David came to their rescue with a couple of chairs, gallantly removed their boots, and found size-small slippers for their feet, but the girls balked at giving up their coats.

“I’m freezing! Why is it so cold in here?” Anna complained.

Frank apologized and quickly found the thermostat to turn up the heat.

“We usually wear lab coats so we keep the lab cool unless we have patients,” David explained.

The room warmed up quickly, and the girls finally relinquished their coats. They were only wearing thin tops underneath, and their leggings were, indeed, quite thin and form-fitting. I quietly pointed this out to Adam, and we both rolled our eyes and chuckled.

While all that was going on, Adam and I set up the food. The guys had moved all the testing equipment and other items that usually cluttered the space off to the sides and corners, making the room seem much larger. Along one side, they had pushed several work tables together and covered them with decorative paper tablecloths.

Aside from the central room, there was an office with a desk and a high-backed leather desk chair that belonged to Professor Andreson, the faculty advisor; a small conference room with an oblong table and six wheeled chairs; and the exam room with the table that had the stirrups and straps. Each of the smaller rooms was separated from the central room by walls with a single door – all clear glass. I shivered slightly as I remembered being tied to that table a few times already with Adam, and the butterflies started up in my stomach again, thinking about being on it again, but this time with an audience.

“Nice job decorating, guys,” I said, smiling and trying not to think about our plan.

“Thanks! We’ve been slaving away for hours,” David said, sarcastically.

“It will take about an hour for the chili, but help yourself to the other food,” Adam announced.

“And there is beer and white claws in the fridge over there,” Frank added.

Adam put some music on their stereo system, which was much nicer than I had expected. He kept the volume low so we could all hang out and talk. Frank and David were eager to get to know Anna and Nancy, though, so far, there didn’t seem to be any official pairing. Someone suggested we play a game. After some discussion, we ended up playing the game where you stick a Post-it note on your forehead and have to guess who you are from the other players’ clues.

It was silly and fun, but not as fun as Anna and Nancy seemed to be having. They had only had a couple of white claws, but they seemed totally snockered. I suggested that we girls should visit the ladies’ room. The restrooms were out in the lobby. We could go on our own, but one of the guys would have to let us back in the security door.

“What is going on with you two?” I asked once we reached the restroom.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Anna said, her voice slurred a little.

“You’ve only had a couple of white claws, but you seem like you are wasted. I’ve seen you drink a lot more than this,” I said.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have taken that extra anxiety pill,” Nancy said.

“What was it?” I asked, “And how many did you take?”

“I don’t know, our mom gave them to us, just in case,” Anna said.

“The storm was so scary, and meeting new people, we thought we should take two,” Nancy explained.

“Do you have the bottle with you?” I asked.

“It’s in my purse,” Nancy said.

“Okay, when we go back, we can have the guys check it out and see what it is,” I said.

I almost couldn’t get them off the toilet and back to the lab. Those damn leggings were practically painted on. I had half a mind to just peel them the rest of the way off and let them walk around bare assed. They were so out of it, they probably wouldn’t have even noticed.

Adam was waiting near the door to let us back in, and he took Anna. Frank rushed over and took Nancy. They half-carried them back to the chairs and got them seated upright enough that they wouldn’t fall out.

“What happened?” Adam asked.

“Apparently, they took a double dose of some kind of anxiety medicine,” I explained. “The bottle is in their purse, let me get it so you guys can see what it is. I’m going to be pissed if we have to go out in this weather to take them to a hospital.”

I found the bottle and handed it to Adam. He read off the medication name, but none of the guys had ever heard of it, plus the label was printed in French. They immediately started searching the internet.

“Well, it’s something that isn’t sold in this country, but I’m 99% sure they don’t need a hospital, but it really doesn’t mix well with alcohol,” David said. “The best thing we can do is wait for it to wear off. If they took it before you picked them up, then it should only be two or three hours more. It’s not a long-lasting drug.”

“Is there anything we can do to speed up the process?” I asked. “I’m a little pissed that these two idiots are messing up our plans,”

“What plans?” David asked.

Oops. I had almost let the cat out of the bag. I looked at Adam for a rescue. He just looked at me and shrugged. I’d had several white claws at this point as well. I wasn’t drunk, but my inhibitions might have been a little lower than usual. I was also incredibly horny. Adam had been teasing me, but not allowing me to cum for the past few days to get me ready for what we had planned. Maybe it was time to just go for it, but then Frank interrupted.

“It says here, heavy food can inhibit the effects of those pills”, he read from a computer screen in the corner. “Also, being stimulated. Maybe we need to get them some chili and then get them up dancing or something.”

“Get them some food,” I said, “then I have an idea for some stimulation.”

Frank and David fixed bowls of chili and began feeding it to them. The girls didn’t want to eat at first, but with a little coaxing, they finished the whole bowl. The guys also gave them caffeinated sodas and brought chips and cookies while keeping them engaged in conversation. It seemed to be helping a bit.

Meanwhile, Adam pulled me to the side and asked, “What is your idea?”

“I’m thinking a good spanking might provide some stimulation,” I suggest with an evil grin.

“Hmmm….since they are still kinda out of it, we’ll have to be careful not to take it too far,” Adam said, rubbing his beard. “We may have to pull down those leggings so we can monitor the color of their asses.”

“Those damn leggings. I had to help them get them back on in the restroom,” I growled. “I think I have a better idea. Do you have any scissors?”

Adam found a pair of good, sharp scissors in one of the drawers. They were the angled kind used by EMTs, perfect for what I was going to do.”

I had the guys bring Anna and Nancy into the exam room. First, I had them lean over the exam table with their ass facing me. I used the scissors to cut away most of the material from the back of their leggings, being careful not to snip their tiny g-string panties.

“What are you doing?” Anna asked, feeling the cool air on her bare backside as the material was cut away.

“It looks like she is cutting off your leggings,” Nancy said, looking over at what I was doing to her sister, and they both giggled.

“It’s okay, aren’t these leggings really tight?” I suggested. “I’m just fixing them for you. You’re going to love it.”

“Yes, they do get a little uncomfortable after a while,” Nancy said.

As if to demonstrate, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching (as Anna and I both watched), then began tugging at her crotch, pulling the material out of her cameltoe.

“Being uncomfortable is sometimes the price of beauty,” Anna said, as I started working on Nancy’s leggings. “That’s what mom always said if we complained.”

Once I had them both cut the way I wanted in the back, I had them turn around to face me and lean back against the exam table with their legs spread a bit while I cut out the front, being careful to avoid the thin strings of their panties again. They were the tiniest g-string panties I had ever seen. The minuscule triangle practically slipped between their smooth, shaved labia, and probably wouldn’t have covered more than their clitoris anyway. They might as well not have been wearing them at all.

When I was done, I stepped back and admired my handiwork. I had turned their leggings into stockings! I even left a thin vertical strip of material at the front and back, connected to the waistband, to serve as a garter, and it framed those tiny panties, making them look pretty damn sexy, if I do say so myself.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” I asked, drawing their attention away from the lights.

They both looked down and moved their legs around a bit, as if noticing that something had changed for the first time. They giggled as they felt the naked skin in the front and back.

“Oh, yes. Much better. What did you do?” Nancy asked, snapping the strips that came down her creamy, bare thighs.

“Trust me, it’s very stylish,” I said. “You might want to wear something like this all the time instead of those tight, uncomfortable leggings.”

“It looks like we are wearing stockings with a garter,” Anna said, pointing at Nancy’s crotch as she felt her own bare thighs and pubic mound.

“Are you sure it’s okay for the guys to see us like this?” Nancy asked, feeling her own bare pussy. I noticed that she was also slipping her finger into her slit just a little.

“It will be fine. You’re wearing your panties (barely, I thought), and they are med students, so it’s nothing they haven’t seen before, I’m sure.” I said, smiling.

“That should be okay, then,” Anna said, and Nancy nodded in agreement.

They were up and moving around at least, and their speech wasn’t as slurred, but they still seemed a little dazed. I hoped they wouldn’t be too angry with me when they fully recovered, as I ushered them out of the exam room and stood them in front of the others. They both struck poses, showing off their new look.

“What do you think, guys?” I asked.

Frank and David didn’t know what they should say. They were blatantly staring at the two nearly naked pussies with their mouths hanging open. I looked at Adam for guidance. He was staring at them as well, but snapped out of it when I stuck my elbow in his ribs.

“Wow!” Adam said. “That’s fantastic!”

“Beautiful!” David said, catching on.

“I love it,” Frank said. “Maybe all the girls will start wearing their leggings like this.”

“Give them a turn so they can see it all,” I said.

The girls did a showy turn and posed again, giving the guys an excellent view of their well-toned bare asses with nothing but the thin string that was completely hidden between their cheeks. Even I paused to stare a little. The guys gushed compliments, and rightfully so. They both had gorgeous bodies, with not a tan line in sight.

“Bend over and grab your ankles,” I suggested.

The words had just flown out of my mouth without any thought, but the girls didn’t seem phased at all. They folded over at the waist and kept their shapely legs perfectly straight as they wrapped their arms around their calves. They shifted their heads to one side and looked back at us, smiling. This was not their first rodeo.

They both had a perfect little heart-shaped ass, the perfect thigh gap, and their ass cheeks were also spread open slightly, so we had a perfect view of their perfect pussy and anus, with only a little string across it, not covering anything. They were a sculptor’s dream. I had always been a little jealous, but I knew they put in the time at the gym and in various workout programs that tightened and flattened, and they usually ate like little birds. Neither of them had a job, so they had plenty of time to focus on themselves and their bodies. I was also sure they’d had some “work” done, but it was impossible to tell where.

We all continued to ogle and complement them, and I could tell from the glistening moisture that was beginning to seep out of their slits that they were enjoying the attention.

Finally, they stood back upright and turned to face us, pretending to blush and thank us for all the kind words. Now it was time to really stimulate them.

“Anna, Nancy, don’t you think you have been bad girls this evening?” I asked in a stern tone, stepping forward to stand between them and put a hand on each of their backs (it was tempting to put my hand on their ass, but I didn’t).

They both looked at me, blushing a little at being called “bad girls” and wondering what I was calling them out for. The guys were all looking at me quizzically as well. Adam was the only one who knew where this was going, but I hadn’t told him how I was going to get there.

“You took too many pills and almost spoiled the party for everyone,” I explained, and they looked down at the floor.

“We’re sorry,” Anna said, “we didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, we’re sorry,” Nancy said. “What can we do to make it up to you?”

“Don’t naughty girls need to be punished?” I asked.

“That’s what mom always said,” Nancy said, and Anna nodded in agreement.

I really wanted to explore how their mom would punish them. They had given away secrets in the past when they were drunk, and they seemed very open to following suggestions in their current state. Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time.

“If you ask them nicely, maybe Frank and David will spank you,” I suggested.

Frank and David both looked at me, surprised, but they said nothing. Both girls fidgeted nervously with their hands. I couldn’t resist any longer, and I thought they needed a nudge, so I slid my hands down until I reached their taunt, bare cheeks. They both flinched at the touch, but didn’t move away or try to stop me.

“David, will you spank me, please?” Anna finally asked in a tiny voice.

I was a little taken aback that it would be this easy.

“Sh..sure, if you want me to,” David stuttered, his voice almost as quiet as Anna’s

“Nancy and I caused all these problems. I think we deserve it, don’t you?” Anna replied.

“Of course you do,” I answered for David, then gave Nancy a gentle pat on the ass.

“Frank, will you spank me?” Nancy asked.

Frank looked at me, then at Adam. Adam nodded and smiled, and Frank smiled back. It seemed like there was some secret between them. I’d have to ask Adam about that later.

“Yes, Nancy. You definitely need a good spanking,” Frank said, warming to the role more quickly than David had.

Adam told the guys to sit down and then directed the girls to lie across their laps. The guys weren’t sure what to do with their hands at first.

“It’s okay, guys. The girls aren’t going to mind if you touch them before you spank them,” Adam jokingly assured them. David hesitantly caressed Anna’s bare bottom while Frank started rubbing and squeezing Nancy’s tight glutes with gusto. It was a start, but they both seemed unsure how to begin the actual spanking. Adam made a swinging motion with his open hand, and they got the hint and delivered their first tentative swat. They were both pretty lame.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” I said. “Those asses need to be punished, not tickled.”

The girls both turned to look in my direction, giving me a look like I was some kind of traitor. The guys stepped it up a notch with their next blow, but you could tell they were afraid to hurt the girls.

“Maybe they need an example,” Adam said. “You’re being a bit of a bad girl yourself, don’t you think?”

“Me? What did I do?” I exclaimed, rounding on him.

“Oh, I don’t know. The leggings, the spanking, is that any way to treat your friends?” he asked, giving me a stern look.

I looked at the floor. Adam knew he could just order me over his lap, and I would do it, but he was trying to give me an excuse. He pulled over another chair and sat down while I was mulling it over, but her knew what the answer would be. I didn’t say a word. I started to lie over his lap like the other girls, but he blocked me.

“Get those pants off,” he said firmly.

My face turned red with embarrassment, but I didn’t argue. I unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. Frank and David paused to watch me as I shimmied the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. I had been expecting to be on display tonight, so I had chosen to wear a lacy thong and a matching bra. The thong was only slightly larger than the girls’, and my ass appeared just as naked with the thin strip of material wedged between my cheeks.

Now Adam patted his lap, inviting me to assume the position. His chair was canted to the side a bit, so once I was over his knees, I was facing away from everyone else, and the two guys were looking right up between my legs to my ass, which I am sad to say was not nearly as perfect as Nancy and Anna’s. I had no real thigh gap, there was more jiggle in my ass, and my hips were a bit wider. I wouldn’t consider myself fat or anything, just average, especially compared to Nancy and Anna.

“So, one of the first things I like to do is secure her on my lap so she doesn’t slide off when she wiggles,” Adam said, speaking as if he were giving a seminar.

He pulled my arm so my hand was in the center of my back, then held it there by the wrist. The guys followed suit.

“Normally, I like to leave her legs free because it’s fun to watch her kick helplessly while she’s getting spanked, but if she gets too crazy, I can pin her legs with my leg,” Adam explained, chuckling when I huffed.

My face was burning, and I decided I was definitely not going to give any of them the satisfaction of watching me kick helplessly, but before I could tell him as much, I felt the first heavy SMACK on one cheek, then the next on the other. All I could do was exhale sharply.

Adam waited for the other guys to follow his lead. I heard good, heavy smacks this time. Apparently, they were quick learners.

“That’s much better!” Adam said. “You want to make sure your whole open palm is striking the cheek so it makes that loud smacking sound. That’s not just a sound effect; it helps spread the force of the blow and lessen the chance of bruising.”

Adam had explained a lot of this to me already. It helped establish trust between us when he explained what he was doing. The room echoed with several more loud smacks as they followed Adam’s lead and practiced their technique. My ass was already starting to warm up a little. He was not holding anything back.

“It’s good to alternate so you get a nice even color on both sides, but mix it up a little so she won’t always know where or when to expect it,” He explained and delivered three blows on one side in quick succession, followed by two slower blows on the other, as an example.

Frank and David mimicked Adam again. Soon, they began to get into their own rhythm and give their girl a proper spanking. The sound of bare hands randomly making violent contact with bare asses filled the room. Soon, there was an occasional whimper and moan from us girls. Eventually, one of the girls sniffled, and I knew from experience that a sob would be next.

Adam signaled everyone to pause for another teaching moment.

“Once you reach a certain point, it’s good to pause and check your handiwork,” he instructed as he caressed my tingling cheeks. “Notice the color and feel how warm it is. You don’t want it to be too raw unless they have been really bad, but you’d probably want to use a paddle or leather strap for that kind of punishment. Make sure the color is spread across the whole cheek. Make a mental note of any spots you might have missed so you can fill them in.”

I was starting to feel quite a bit of stinging, but I tried to feel if any spots were stinging any more or less. I imagined the guys coloring our asses like they were using crayons. He paused in his instruction for a moment to give the guys time to inspect their girl’s ass more closely. I know he was doing the same as he caressed and fondled my cheeks.

“This also gives the girls time to reflect and regain their composure if they have been crying or getting close to it,” he continued. “There is nothing wrong with a few tears. It can be a cathartic emotional release for some girls.”

Adam’s hands felt good. I was one of those girls who needed the cathartic release. We even had a weekly maintenance spanking just for that purpose. That was in addition to any punishment (or funishment) spankings in between. I knew there was more coming and began preparing myself for more spanking, so I didn’t expect (though I should have) what he did next.

“This is also a good time to check for arousal,” Adam said.

I gasped as I felt his fingers trying to work their way between my legs. It was mortifying knowing that the guys were going to watch him finger my pussy, and I remembered that they had the perfect angle, too! Adam had probably planned it that way on purpose. He pressed again more firmly, and I reluctantly moved my knees apart slightly to give him easier access, and the other two guys a better view!

“That’s my good little slut,” Adam said, as if I couldn’t be more humiliated.

“Girls, spread your legs just a little to give your guy access to your cunt,” he guided. “Guys, just push those little panties to the side so you can get in there.”

Adam liked to use “cunt” instead of “pussy”. It sounded vulgar to my ear and a little demeaning, which is probably why he used it. He slid his fingers under my little panty panel and pressed deeply until he could feel my clit. I couldn’t hold back a moan, and I heard Anna and Nancy both moan as well when David and Frank dug into their wet holes.

“She is super wet,” David said, sounding surprised, and making Anna let out an embarrassed squeak.

“So is Nancy,” Frank replied, and I heard her moan. He must have found her clit because she sounded like she was past being embarrassed.

“Most girls will get very turned on by a spanking,” Adam explained as he worked his fingers between my labia, collecting as much of the fluid as he could, while I continued to moan and breathe heavily. “Sometimes, it might even give them an orgasm.”

“That would be cool if we could make them cum just from a spanking,” Frank said, “Wouldn’t that be an awesome research project?”

The guys all laughed. None of us girls did. I, for one, would probably sign up for a study like that.

“Now that you have those fingers nice and wet, you have some options,” Adam continued, slowly extracting his gooey fingers from my needy hole, just as I was starting to enjoy it, and showing them off to the guys. My head was already pointed away from everyone else, but I put my free hand over my face to hide my humiliation.

“You can smell and taste,” he said, and I heard him demonstrate and wait for the guys to do the same. “But my favorite thing is to use it back here on her little rosebud.”

It was true, he loved to tease my asshole, so I should have expected this, but I couldn’t believe he was going to do it in front of everyone! I sighed heavily when I felt him begin to circle my anus with his wet fingers. It made my whole body tingle, and I moaned and squealed as I wiggled in his lap. He momentarily slipped one finger into my hole, just to the first knuckle, and I kicked my legs a little without thinking until I heard the guys chuckling. David and Frank were getting a good show from me, and I was utterly humiliated. I soon heard Anna and Nancy making similar noises as the guys followed Adam’s lead.

I was falling into my submissive zone, so I didn’t notice that the teasing had stopped until a second later…SMACK!

It never failed to surprise me when he started spanking me again after a little break, especially after tickling my asshole. The other two started up again as well. The short pause had been enough for us all to regain our composure. The humiliation of the anal play had almost made us forget about our sore asses until those first slaps landed, and then it all came back.

They continued to rain blows on our reddening buttocks. If one of the girls started to tear up, her punisher would stop for a few moments to fondle and tease her pussy and anus, giving her time to calm down before continuing. Adam had told me before that this process allowed him to keep spanking me for much longer than he could have if he just kept going, but the time between pauses was getting shorter and shorter. I was approaching the point of tears, myself, and my ass was on fire, so I was sure the others were feeling it as well.

“Now we have to decide if the girls have been punished enough,” Adam said during the next pause, when we were all three sniffling and trying not to cry. “Remember that part of this was to provide them some significant stimulation to help them burn through that medicine, but hopefully, it will also help them remember not to take too much and then drink alcohol on top of it in the future.”

“I think they’ve had enough,” David said, as he caressed Anna’s stinging red ass. “Are you thinking more clearly now, Anna?”

“Yes, I think so,” Anna said, her voice husky as she held back her emotions. “It’s hard to tell when all I can think about is how much my ass is stinging.”

“I think I’m good,” Nancy said breathily, “Mmmmm, and I really need to go pee.”

Frank quickly pulled his fingers out from between her legs, where he had been aggressively fondling her twat, and everyone laughed. The guys helped the girls up onto their feet, and we all made our way to the restroom.

Nancy ran to the first stall and closed the door. Anna and I weren’t in as much of a rush, but we both needed to go. They both groaned as they sat on the toilet seats. My ass was throbbing, but I was more used to it, and the cool seat kinda felt good.

“My ass kinda feels like a sunburn,” Anna said.

“Mine is going to be sore for a week,” Nancy complained, “and I think Frank was digging for gold in my pussy.”

“Does anyone have any lotion?” I asked. “I have some good stuff with aloe at home that I normally use after a spanking, but I don’t have anything with me.”

“I might have a tiny tube of hand cream in my purse,” Anna said, “there might be enough to do one cheek, and it’s not the kind that will help us much anyway.”

“Mom always used the kind with cocoa butter after we got spanked, but that’s what she put on us all the time,” Anna said

Again, I wanted to explore their childhood spankings further, but I held back.

“Be sure to put some on when you get home,” I said. “It won’t keep you from getting sore, that’s more in the muscles, but it will help soothe the skin.”

“Well, on the plus side, we don’t have to fight with getting the leggings off and on now,” Anna said, as she finished up and flushed.

“Yes, but on the other hand, we look like whores,” Nancy said, finishing up and flushed as well.

“I’m sorry, guys. I hope you aren’t too mad at me,” I said after I had left the stall and joined them at the sink. “I was just a little frustrated about having to help you the last time we came in here, and I’ve thought about doing that to some of my old leggings for a while. Plus, I might have been a little tipsy.”

“They always seem to split up the ass or crotch, don’t they?” Anna asked, rhetorically. “Turning them into stockings like this is a cool idea.”

We all checked ourselves in the mirrors. We all had matching bright red asses, but mine definitely looked the worst.

“I can’t believe you got spanked too,” Nancy said to me. “It looks bad. Can I feel it?”

“Sure,” I said and turned my back towards her. “It will be really sore for a day or two, but Adam rarely leaves any bruises or other marks.”

“It feels really hot!” Nancy said, rubbing her hand gently over one of my ass cheeks. “Feel it, Anna.”

Anna began caressing the other side. It felt nice, and more than a little erotic, having the two girls gently feeling up my ass, especially when Nancy ran her finger down the crevice slightly before she stopped fondling me. Adam liked to spread my cheeks apart and get in between where the flesh was more tender, and it felt like he had done just that.

“Do you get spanked like that a lot?” Anna asked, lifting my cheek and letting it drop so it jiggled as she finished playing with my ass too.

“Depends on what you call ‘a lot’,” I said tentatively.

They were both twisting to look at their own asses in the mirror.

“When we were kids, we got spanked almost every day, it seemed,” Anna said.

“No, it wasn’t that much. It just seemed like it because it was usually one of us or the other,” Nancy said.

“The worst part was having to stand in the corner afterward so everyone could see my red bottom,” Anna said. “But they were never as red as this.” She said.

Again, I was intrigued and wanted to probe for more, but I was relieved they didn’t ask me any more uncomfortable questions, so I didn’t open Pandora’s Box.

“How are you two feeling? Did the food and everything help?” I asked.

“By ‘everything’ do you mean getting our asses beaten?” Nancy said, snarkily.

“Well, you can’t say it wasn’t stimulating,” I retorted.

“No, we can’t say that since they ‘checked us for arousal’, didn’t they,” Nancy groused.

“David was so cute,” Anna said, smiling. “He almost couldn’t bring himself to do it until I looked back and smiled to let him know it was okay.”

My pussy tingled, remembering Adam’s fingers playing with my wet pussy, and rimming my anus, and I blushed again, also remembering that the other guys were looking straight up my cunt as he did it.

“I think the meds are pretty much out of my system, and if I’m being honest, I think the spanking helped more than anything,” Anna said, a little shyly, “But now I feel a little weird going back in there and facing the guys.”

“I agree,” Nancy said. “I can’t believe we let them do all that to us.”

“But it did feel amazing when he was rubbing my butthole!” Anna said, blushing as well. “No one has ever done anything like that to me before.”

“Me neither,” Nancy said, then looked at me and added, “I guess Adam does that to you all the time.”

“Well, not ALL the time,” I said, smiling.

“Slut!” Nancy said, and we all laughed.

“They probably think we’re all sluts now,” Anna said, sounding more embarrassed.

“And our new ‘stockings’ don’t help,” Nancy added, slapping me on the ass, making me flinch.

“Oww, I’m sore back there, remember?”, I yelped.

“Good! Thanks to your stimulating idea, we all are,” she said.

We all spent some time fixing our makeup. Anna’s, especially, showed signs of a few tears.

“I’m so horny right now, I can hardly stand it,” Nancy said, breaking the silence.

“Want to rub one out before we go back?” Anna suggested, pulling a tiny vibrator out of her purse.

“Don’t you dare,” I said, though the thought of us all masturbating together was intriguing. “We have a long night ahead, and you aren’t going to be taking any more anxiety meds, right?”

I paused to watch them both look down and nod. Without a word, I put my hand out and, reluctantly, Nancy took the bottle out of her purse and gave it to me.

“Enjoy this feeling. Being super horny makes you release a bunch of good hormones like oxytocin and serotonin that will lower your anxiety,” I said, repeating what I could remember about what Adam had explained to me when I was complaining about him keeping me on the edge all the time without a release. I couldn’t remember it all, probably because I was so horny at the time!

“I also read that semen is a natural antidepressant,” Anna said, with a shy grin.

“Are you hoping to get a dose of antidepressant from David later?” Nancy teased. “Or maybe an injection…”

Anna slapped her sister on the ass, making her jump and squeal. Nancy slapped her back and called her a slut. I was stuck between them and ended up getting my ass slapped by both of them. The play fight ended quickly with all of us laughing and rubbing our asses.

We headed back to the lab without any orgasms, and Adam was waiting to let us in again. The girls were noticeably shy at first, now that they were fully aware of how exposed they were, and the things that had been done to them so far, but David and Frank were gentlemen about it. That didn’t stop them from enjoying the view.

The conversation was a lot more flirty than it had been. When someone suggested another game, both Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare were discussed, but we ended up playing Two Truths and a Lie.

The girls each had a white claw – but only one. Everyone was feeling good and having fun, and everyone was clearly very horny, so it didn’t take long for the game to turn sexual. All the guys had noticeable bulges in their pants, so Nancy said they should all take their pants off since the girls were all just wearing panties. The guys agreed. Adam and David were wearing boxer briefs, and Frank, to everyone’s surprise, was wearing a thong! It had a pouch in front, not the little triangular patch we girls were wearing. But it still made it quite obvious that he was very aroused. Adam and David had noticeable bulges as well, traveling down their legs and peeking out of the bottom if they grew any longer.

We switched to a version of charades that one of the guys found online, which was supposed to be more adult-oriented. We paired up into teams – me and Adam, of course, David and Anna, and Frank and Nancy. It was pretty much like regular charades, but we had to draw pictures for words like cunnilingus, cuckold, pegging, and the like. It was fun and made us talk about sexual things, so we got more and more aroused.

Anna and Nancy’s little g-string patches were soaked and kept crawling up into their slits, so they would have to dig them out. We teased them at first, and it was kinda sexy to watch, but it lost its appeal after a while. Mine wasn’t doing much better.

“Why don’t you just take those things off?” Adam finally asked. “They aren’t really hiding much anyway.”

I’d had a few more beers by that point, and Anna and Nancy had each had another white claw, so we were feeling a little buzz on top of being so horny, so I just stood up and pulled mine down to my feet and stepped out of them, bending over to give Adam a perfect view of my ass. I picked them up and shot them like a rubber band at Adam. They hit him right in the face, and he complimented me on such a good shot, then shoved them in his pocket before pulling me down to sit on his lap and giving me a long, deep kiss.

“You are such a slut,” he said when he pulled away, and we both laughed.

So there I was naked from the waist down, but my flannel shirt tails came down enough to mostly keep my ass and pussy out of sight, unless I bent over or something.

“Ours are under our leggings…stockings…whatever they are,” Nancy said.

“We still have scissors,” I said coyly, picking them up from the table and snipping the air a couple of times.

“Since Mandy seems to like modifying clothes, maybe she would like to do the honors?” Frank laughed.

“I would agree to that,” Nancy said, with a coy smile.

Frank had been kidding around, but Nancy had turned it into a challenge. Like a lot of women, I’d had the occasional bi-curious fantasy. It seemed like the perfect time to up the ante and see how far she’d go.

“I will, but I can’t have you moving around too much. I wouldn’t want to cut you in a very sensitive area,” I said.

“What did you have in mind?” Nancy asked.

“I’ll do it if you and Anna let the guys strap you to the exam table.”

Nancy seemed a little surprised by the idea, her eyes going wide, but then her expression shifted, and she almost looked excited. I glanced at Anna. She was biting her lip, looking a little anxious, but neither of them said anything.

“I’ll take your silence as agreement,” I said quickly before either of them could back out.

We all knew that this was just a game. It would only take a couple of snips to free the panties, but here we were, and no one was backing down. The guys were doing double takes at the prospect of some bondage and me getting up close and personal with Nancy and Anna. None of them said anything, probably afraid they might jinx it.

Everyone headed for the exam room. Nancy went in with Frank. Anna and Mandy took the opportunity to watch Frank’s bare ass wiggling in his thong as he strapped Nancy to the table. The glass walls were going to allow everyone to see everything that was going on in the exam room.

Frank put Nancy’s arms in the straps along the sides of the table first. Then he raised her legs and placed them in the stirrups. It wasn’t just her feet; there was also a sort of saddle for her knees to sit in, with straps above and below the knee. Next, a long strap went over her hips and another over her chest, below her breasts (I should have suggested they take off their tops. Too late now). The final strap went over her forehead, keeping her from looking down. By the time he finished, she was very effectively immobilized. I wished I had suggested taking her top off, but it was too late for that now.

With the show over, I went in and made sure Nancy was comfortable (maybe not too comfortable). She and Frank were getting along pretty well (but not as well as David and Anna), but she was my friend, and I didn’t want her to think I had just thrown her to the wolves.

Frank went out to stand with the others watching through the glass wall. If they got any closer, they’d steam it up and have to wipe their noseprints off later. I could hear them talking, but the glass muffled the sound so I couldn’t make out the words. I’m sure they had quite the running commentary going.

I snipped the air a few more times so she could hear it. I pressed the button that released the stirrups and swung them as far open as they would go. She groaned as her inner thigh muscles stretched and her gash spread open, revealing her pink, wet hole. The little triangular bit of material covered nothing. Frank had positioned her on the table with her hips extended over the edge so I could also see where the string crossed her little pink anus before threading up between her ass cheeks to connect with the thin waistband. Two similar strings snaked up from the top corners of the panties on either side of her pubic mound.

The simplest thing would be to snip the one string at the bottom and then one snip at the waistband, but that wouldn’t be much of a show. I could feel the eyes on me, but I forced myself not to turn and look at my audience.

I ran the closed blade of the scissors down from her navel to her pubic mound, until I reached the top of the panty material. Nancy whimpered. I snipped at the material, splitting the panel in two so the panties would be completely ruined when I was through. I slowly worked my way downward until her clit was exposed. It pulsed when I accidentally touched it with the cold metal, and she moaned.

“Is she a little sensitive?” I teased.

“Oh god, yes,” Nancy breathed.

I touched her clit with the closed blades again, and she shuddered.

“Is it cold? Let me warm it up,” I said as I leaned in and breathed a warm breath across her clitoris, earning me another long moan.

I brought the scissors back and continued snipping the material until I reached the string at the bottom. I used my fingers to spread the material apart, exposing Nancy’s glistening vagina. I dipped one finger into the pool of fluid there, brought it up, and rubbed it gently over her clit.

“Oh, fuck me,” Nancy growled and tried to writhe, but her bonds wouldn’t allow it.

“Don’t you dare cum,” I whispered as I continued to tease her most sensitive spot.

Nancy whined and grunted, but I stopped before she could reach her climax. I waited for her to calm down a little before I continued. I snipped across the bottom of the little patch, releasing the string between her cheeks as well as the two up the front. I made one more snip in the center of the waistband and then pulled it apart. Once released from the bonds, she could pull the rest of it free, but before I let that happen, I had to take this opportunity to do one more thing. Plus, I was still aware that everyone was watching me, and I didn’t want to disappoint them.

I lowered my face to her wet pussy. Her scent was intoxicating. I stuck out my tongue to lick up the juices that were dripping between her gaping labia. It was my first taste of another woman’s pussy, and it was much better than I had expected. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could, until my lips met her nether lips, and sucked and licked, savoring the taste and scent. Her viscous secretions coated my face from my nose to my chin. I continued upwards until I reached the hard button at the top. I gave it a little kiss and swirled my tongue around and across it, causing Nancy to breathe heavily and moan like she was in heat. I finally stepped back and looked into her lovely, wet slit one more time before I turned and saw everyone looking wide-eyed at what they had just witnessed.

I wiped her cream off my face as I left the room, but I could still taste it on my lips.

“That was so fucking hot,” Adam said. “Did she taste good?”

“Kiss me and find out,” I said.

He did. And he continued to kiss me and bite my lips as he reached down to my own naked cunt and fingered my clit. He didn’t stop until I was on the verge of an orgasm. Frank walked Nancy out of the exam room. Her knees were as wobbly as mine. She looked at me and mouthed the word “slut!” and we both smiled.

It was Anna’s turn next. I didn’t want to just do the same thing I had done to her sister, and I remembered how much she said she enjoyed the anal stimulation earlier. As David led her into the exam room, I followed them and said, “Put her face down.”

The exam table was very configurable, allowing almost any part of the body to be presented for various procedures. The face-down position was essentially just the face-up position that Nancy had been in, but inverted. The strap across her back pressed her breasts tightly against the table. The strap across her waist kept her from wiggling too much. The stirrups and saddles still held legs and feet, raising her hips and leaving all the important parts suspended over the edge. The final strap was across the back of her head, holding her face in a donut-like padded rest so she could see only the floor. If anything, poor Anna was more exposed and vulnerable once I spread her legs as far as they would open, and she was just as immobilized as Nancy had been.

Once David was done, he caressed her bare, red ass and whispered something in her ear before leaving. Her ass glowed under the lights. David had done an admirable job spanking her after all. Her vagina was almost as available to me as her ass. The labia were gaping open just like her sister’s had been, fluid was leaking down across her engorged clitoris, but the most tantalizing display was her pretty little starfish hole. It winked open and closed when she felt the cold scissors at the top of her posterior cleft. I traced all the way down to her anus. making her shiver.

“What are you thinking?” I asked in a low voice. I knew it was an awkward question. I wanted to throw her off.

“I’m wondering what you are going to do to me,” she said. Her voice was a little muffled since her face was in a padded ring facing the floor.

I didn’t reply. I just let her keep wondering. Her little hole winked again when she felt the scissors touch her pubic mound. For some reason, that cute little wink made me smile as I began to snip through the material, moving upwards this time towards her clitoris. It winked at me again when the scissors brushed against her clit, and she made a little squeak.

“Don’t worry, I would never hurt you there,” I said, touching her exposed button with my finger, making her moan.

I continued snipping a little at a time until I reached the single string that was the only thing covering her cute winking hole. I didn’t pause to play this time. I snipped across the material, freeing all three strings. Slowly, I pulled the string between her cheeks, letting it tease across her hole and up the cleft. When it was completely free, I snipped the waistband as well. She could now remove it later when she was free from the table, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

I dipped my finger into Anna’s vagina, going deeper than I had with her sister, going all the way until my whole finger was inside her. I twisted it around, trying to find that elusive G-spot that everyone was always looking for. Futilely, she tried to squirm in her bonds once I found the little bump and began to tease her in earnest. I could hear her breathing grow heavy.

“Don’t you dare cum,” I whispered, and she whined in frustration, just like her sister had.

“Please, please, let me cum. I need it so bad,” Anna begged.

I pulled out, displaying the strings of viscous fluid as I spread my fingers. Instead of moving to Anna’s clit, I move to her anus. I circled her hole and watched it open and close as she continued to breathe heavily. No wonder Adam liked doing this to me. It was so cool to watch. I couldn’t resist pushing my finger into the hole. She gasped at the intrusion, and I felt her sphincter tighten against my finger.

“Relax and just let it happen,” I said soothingly.

She let out a sigh, and did as I asked, and I slowly pushed my finger the rest of the way into her. She was moaning as I wiggled my finger and then twisted it in the hole. Her anal passage was hot and smooth. It felt different from her vagina. I slowly pulled out until just the tip was inside her, then slowly pressed it back in again. She fought against me for a moment, then relaxed and allowed me in. I did that a few more times until she was allowing me to finger fuck her asshole freely while she made little mews like a kitten. When I finally pulled completely out, she made a disappointed whimper. I looked at my finger. It was completely clean as far as I could see, with a bit of a musky smell. Nothing ‘icky’.

“Let’s give everyone a really good show,” I whispered.

“Oh god,” was all she said in a low voice, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop me in her present condition.

I brought my face down low with my tongue out and licked Anna’s clit. She made the little squeal again, but I didn’t stop. I licked up between her labia. She tasted sweeter than her sister, and her scent was just as intoxicating. When I got to the end of her slit, I kept going across the perineum and then on to my ultimate destination – her tiny little anus.

I rimmed her and licked her just like I had seen in porn videos until she was panting like a dog. I prodded her hole with my tongue, and she relaxed enough to let me get the tip inside her. There was something so incredibly sexy and naughty about making out with her ass. It made my own ass pucker, and I could feel the cream from my own pussy leaking down my inner thigh a little. Finally, I gave her a final sloppy wet kiss right on her asshole, and then stepped back.

“Oh my god, you could do that all day if you wanted,” she said breathlessly.

“Maybe I’ll let you return the favor later,” I said, wiping my chin.

David had a huge smile when he passed me to release Anna as I walked out of the room.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” Frank said, his arm around Nancy’s waist, steering her back towards the center of the lab.

Nancy looked at me and smiled, whispering, “Slut!” again.

“Where did that come from?” Adam asked as they walked away. “Did her ass taste as good as her cunt?”

“Kiss me and find out,” I said, just like last time, and just like last time, he did. He didn’t even hesitate, knowing that my mouth and tongue had just been in Anna’s asshole. He nearly made me cum twice, fingering my pussy, but he stopped when I was right on the edge both times. He finally released me when David and Anna left the exam room, leaving me panting and more desperate to cum than I had ever been in my life. Anna wasn’t as wobbly as Nancy had been.

“So good,” she whispered.

We all went back to the main area. My pussy was throbbing! I needed to cum so badly, but before I could even sit down, Adam said, “Didn’t you promise to bring Stan some chili?”

“Damn, yes, I did. Is there any left?” I asked.

“Looks like there is enough for one more bowl,” Frank said.

As he prepared the bowl, I looked around for my jeans, but didn’t see them.

“Has anyone seen my jeans?” I asked.

“You won’t need them,” Adam said, smiling.

“Is this bottomless chili delivery?” I laughed.

“Actually, it’s going to be a naked chili delivery,” he said. “Sort of.”

Adam walked over to one of the cabinets and came back with one of the flimsy paper gowns they made their patients wear for procedures.

“Take everything off. This is all you get to wear,” he said.

“What?! I can’t do that!” I exclaimed. Stan was a nice older gentleman, and he seemed pretty serious and protective. “What’s he going to think if I walked up to his desk, right in front of the main doors, in nothing but this flimsy paper gown?”

“I think he’ll understand,” Frank said. “I’m sure he sees patients walking around in those gowns all the time.”

“Also,” Adam said, cutting me off before I could respond, “we’ve all discussed it, and you are going to suck his cock.”

“What do you mean you ALL discussed it?!” I said, my brain feeling fuzzy. The butterflies were doing somersaults in my stomach as my horny brain tried to process what they were asking – no, telling – me to do. “I really can’t do this, you guys?”

“You are a slut, Mandy,” Nancy said. “We all know it.”

Everyone was nodding, egging me on.

“Consider it a dare,” David suggested. “We dare you to take this chili to Stan and suck his cock.”

“I’ll bet it’s a really nice big one,” Anna giggled.

The more they talked, the more I knew I was going to give in. My hungry cunt was on their side, too. I looked at Adam, and he stepped forward and hugged me.

“I want you to do this,” he whispered in my ear. “You are my good girl. I know you can do it.”

He knows that calling me a good girl makes me weak at the knees, and I was already past that point. I was so, so horny and more than a little tipsy, but not so much that I didn’t know what I was doing. I would do it – for him.

“Alright,” I said when he released me from the hug. “I’ll do it, but you all owe me, big time.”

“That’s fair,” Adam said, looking around at everyone nodding in agreement.

Now I was terrified – well beyond butterflies. Everyone was just staring at me, waiting. I didn’t know what they were waiting for, then I realized – they were waiting to watch me strip! I was already naked from the waist down, but the tails of my flannel shirt gave me quite a bit of cover. Thinking that I might as well get it over with, I quickly unbuttoned the shirt and pulled my arms out of the sleeves. I handed it to Adam, and he draped it across his arm like he was my valet.

I felt exposed already. The t-shirt was a snug fit, only reaching my waist, and stretched over my breasts. The guys were definitely checking out my pussy now that it was clearly on display, and I could feel it starting to drool under their gaze. The bulges in their underwear had increased noticeably as well. I grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Adam took it and draped it over the flannel shirt.

Now it was nothing but my lacy bra. I reached behind me with both hands, which pushed my chest forward, of course. I undid the clasp and shrugged the straps off my shoulders, catching the cups as they fell away from my full breasts. Once exposed to the air, my nipples hardened instantly. I was thankful that the girls had made them turn up the heat when we arrived.

Adam took the bra and added it to the pile of clothes. I stood there, in front of everyone, completely nude, blushing, mortified, fidgeting, but I forced myself not to cover up with my hands. That would just be silly at this point.

I heard a rustling and looked up, not realizing I had been staring at my feet. At least I still had my slippers, I laughed to myself. Adam was holding out the paper gown. I took it and unfolded it, then shook it out. It was the typical medical gown you slipped your arms through, then it wrapped around to tie at the seam. I started to put it on like a smock so it would tie in the back.

“No, no,” Nancy said. “It should tie in the front.”

It was becoming clear that Nancy was trying to humiliate me as much as possible, but once she said it, everyone else agreed. Reluctantly, I turned it around and slipped it on like a jacket. Adam had given me a small, which was probably the right size if I was going to have a test or procedure, but it meant the gown pulled tightly across my body, and the two sides barely met in the middle. There were only three ties, made of the same paper as the gown, so I had to be careful not to tear them. The one at the neck I tied loosely, so it wouldn’t feel like it was choking me. The one in the middle was just below my breasts. I tied the two edges tightly together, but my breasts caused the seam above to gape open, completely exposing my cleavage. The last tie was at my waist just below my navel. I tied that one tightly closed as well. Below that point, the gown flared out over my hips, which left my pussy completely exposed in the gap.

“This isn’t going to work, I’m showing everything here,” I said, gesturing at my pussy.

“What if I give you back your panties?” Adam offered, then looked around at the others as if it were their decision, not mine.

“No, I don’t think so,” Nancy said, “She destroyed Mine and Anna’s, so we wouldn’t get that option.”

They all debated for a couple of minutes, but ultimately, Nancy was outvoted.

“I think it will be okay. The panties will actually kinda draw the eye, and make it seem like she dressed like this on purpose, which, I don’t know, seems worse somehow,” Anna said, with a sly grin.

“But when she gets back, we get to cut them off of her, like she did ours,” Nancy said.

I didn’t answer right away. I was starting to feel very submissive with everyone making decisions for me.

“I think that’s fair,” Adam answered for me.

He pulled my panties out of his pocket. They were balled up and still a little damp, but I was more than a little damp myself. I stepped into them and pulled them up into place. I looked down at the lacy panties barely covering my bald, wet pussy. Anna was right: the dark color was such a contrast to my pale skin, and the light blue gown, the little patch of dark material drew extra attention to that area. I decided it was better than nothing and didn’t complain.

“Okay, here’s the chili,” Frank said, handing me the bowl.

I turned to leave. I was ready to get this over with, but Nancy spoke up again.

“How will we know she really sucked his cock?” She asked.

Another debate ensued over whether they should trust me. I was glad to see Adam and David taking my side, but, in the end, the majority ruled that I would have to return with a mouth full of cum as proof!

I was aghast! Nancy was really pushing my buttons, but I agreed to their terms. Was it really any worse than sucking the older man’s cock in the first place? Besides, I actually kinda liked the taste of cum.

I managed to make it out the door without any more amendments. I took the elevator down to the ground floor. I was running scenarios through my head, trying to come up with a good way to say “Stan, they dared me to suck your cock.”

The elevator dinged as the door opened, and I walked around to the lobby. My slippers flapped against the hard floor, echoing in the large open space, and my paper gown rustled and fluttered as I moved, so Stan could definitely hear me coming. He was standing up, waiting beside the desk, when I got there.

“Miss Mandy,” Stan said, tipping his hat. “That’s a lovely gown you are wearing, but aren’t you a bit cold?”

I probably should have been, and my nipples were hard and trying to poke holes through the paper, but otherwise, I hadn’t noticed. It seemed that being horny and embarrassed, as well as being terrified by what I was about to do, was keeping me warm.

“Maybe a little. We were just, um, playing a game,” I said, trying to quickly make up an excuse for why I was here in nothing but a paper medical gown, “and I remembered that I promised to bring you some of our chili.”

Sure, that sounded plausible, right?

“Adam made it. I think it turned out pretty good,” I said, placing the bowl on the desk.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” Stan said, smiling. “I haven’t had any dinner, and the guy who was supposed to relieve me can’t make it. The roads are worse than they predicted, so I guess I’m stuck here all night.”

“That sucks,” I said.

I looked him over as I racked my brain trying to come up with a way to broach the difficult subject. I had seen him here many times, but I had never really looked at him. He was more than average height, not quite six feet, with a slender build. I could see salt-and-pepper hair peeking out from under a dark blue cap with a subdued school logo. The hair matched his neatly groomed beard and mustache. I guessed that he was in his early 50’s, about the same age as my father (don’t even think about that right now). He wore his uniform, also dark blue, in its winter configuration with the sleeves pulled down and buttoned at the wrist, but I knew from seeing him in the summer that his arms were wiry and muscular – not like a body builder, just like someone who had done actual work most of his life. I think I remember him talking about being a soldier once, and maybe a cop too. He didn’t carry a gun or other weapon (as far as I could tell), just a radio that normally stayed on the desk beside him until he got up to walk around, then he clipped it to his belt.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss Mandy?” Stan asked politely when I lingered too long.

“Well, yes, sort of…,” I stammered. “Or maybe something I can do for you?”

I was fidgeting with my hands, and I don’t know why I turned that into a question. Maybe I was hoping Stan would ask me to suck his cock so I wouldn’t have to ask him.

I started to speak again, but he stopped me.

“Miss Mandy, are you offering me some kind of sexual favors?” Stan asked, looking at me like he had just caught me shoplifting or something.

“Well, um, I….” I stammered again as his face broke into a wide smile.

“I hate to see you struggle like this, so let me make this easy for you,” he said, chuckling. “When David and Frank came in earlier today and had to make several trips to get cases of beer and those things you girls drink out of their vehicle, I knew they were planning some kind of party, and I asked them about it. They offered to give me a case of beer if I would look the other way, but I told them I’m not allowed to drink on duty, and my doctor tells me I shouldn’t be drinking anyway. So they talked about it for a minute and came up with the idea of sending one of you girls down to give me a blowjob.”

I was blown away! The guys had it all planned out in advance. It wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment dare that Nancy had come up with.

“I told them that it had to be on the up and up – what do you all call it now, ‘consensual’, and you couldn’t be drunk or wasted or anything like that. I don’t want any problems later,” Stan said, like HR had made him attend too many sensitivity training classes. “They agreed and said that they would send whoever it was down here in one of those paper gowns so I would know she was the one.”

“Well, here I am, I guess,” I said, finally starting to recover my senses a little.

“I was truly surprised when I saw you walking through my lobby wearing nothing but that little paper gown,” he said. “When you all came in, I figured they would send one of those slutty looking girls.”

“They all voted to send me,” I said.

“And you aren’t wearing nothing, are you?” he said, looking pointedly at my crotch. “Except those tiny panties. I don’t know why you girls even bother, there’s not enough there to cover a gnat’s ass.”

“Do…do…you want me to take them off?” I stammered again, flustered and blushing. Afraid I hadn’t lived up to the deal the guys had made earlier, and mortified that this nice older man was staring at, and talking about, my barely covered pussy while I minced around in front of him like a little girl.

“Why not,” he said as he gestured for me to follow him around the desk. “If we’re going to do this, let’s see what you’ve got. And take off that silly gown while you’re at it.”

He sat down in his swivel chair and leaned back, ready to watch the show. I just stood there for a moment, frozen with fear, stomach churning. I had just stripped for my friends, but I hadn’t expected to have to strip for Stan. Why not? How was this any different? Except I was standing in the big open lobby with a man I barely knew!

I fidgeted with the bottom tie for a moment before I decided that it was time to ‘buck up’ as my father would say, and just do it. I looked directly at him as I pulled the bottom tie loose. The gown fluttered open at the bottom. I felt warm air and looked down behind me, where a small heater was under his desk, blowing quietly. I looked back at him. He was watching me very intently, but nowhere near my face. I pulled the middle tie loose next, and the gown pulled open further, but the paper caught on my nipples and didn’t fully expose my breasts. I pulled the last tie at my neck. That allowed the gown to fall open fully, and his eyes locked onto my chest. My breasts swayed as I shook the gown free from my arms and let it fall to the floor. I kicked it aside so it wouldn’t be near the heater.

I paused to let him look for a moment, then turned so my ass was facing him. I gyrated it seductively, then hooked my fingers in the thin band of my panties and bent over at the waist as I slid them down my legs, and looked back at him, imitating the pose that Nancy and Anna had given us earlier.

“Ooh, girl, what happened to your ass?” Stan asked, sounding a little concerned.

“The guys gave us a spanking earlier,” I said, embarrassed to have to tell him that. I had forgotten about it with everything else going through my mind.

“You must have really pissed someone off,” he said, still staring at my bright red ass.

“Not really, it was mostly for fun,” I said. I didn’t want to have to explain about the pills and all that.

“You do this for fun?” he asked, sounding incredulous. “Are you one of those crazy shades of grey girls or something?

“Something like that, I guess,” I said, laughing as I unfolded myself back upright, turned back to face him, and kicked the panties over towards the gown.

“Well, if you ever need help, you come to me, and I’ll whip HIS ass,” Stan said in a very serious tone.

“Thank you, Stan. I appreciate that, but I promise everything is okay. I agreed to it, and even wanted it,” I said earnestly, then added, “Did you know most girls get very aroused from a spanking like this? Sometimes we can even have an orgasm.”

“I did not know that,” he said, as he looked at my body from head to toes, pausing at a couple of specific spots along the way. “Your pussy looks pretty wet. Did you have an orgasm when you were getting spanked, Miss Mandy?”

“No, sir,” I said, my face flushed, knowing that he could tell how aroused I was.

“Come here,” he told me as he leaned forward in his chair.

I took two steps forward, putting me within arm’s reach. Stan put one of his feet between mine and bumped my foot towards the side. I took the hint and spread my legs. He ran his hand from my knee up to my dripping cunt. He slid his finger along the slit, which, between my severe state of arousal and my spread legs, was gaping open more than usual. Once his finger was wet, he pushed deeper and hooked his finger into me, pushing it firmly until the rest of his hand bumped against my pubic mound. I moaned, and the sound echoed around the lobby. His fingers were thicker and longer than Adams and it almost felt like I was being fucked by a penis. He withdrew his finger and looked at it.

“That is the hottest and wettest quim I have felt in a long time,” he said, and it sounded so dirty.

He brought his finger up to my lips, and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and sucked his finger in and swirled my tongue around it. Tasting my own musky cream as I cleaned his finger. He pulled it out with me still sucking, and it turned into a kiss at the end.

“You had better get started so you can get back to your friends,” he said, nodding down between us suggestively at his own crotch.

I took the hint and lowered myself down between his legs. He leaned back and spread them wide enough to give me some room. I thought about just unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out through the hole, but when I placed my hand on his bulge and realized how big it was, I decided I wanted to see the whole package.

I undid his belt, then the snap at the top, followed by the zipper. I spread the pants open and saw he was wearing boxers underneath. I reached up and grabbed the waistband of both the pants and the boxers, and started pulling. He raised his butt off the chair, allowing me to pull everything down to his knees. His cock sprang out like a jack-in-the-box, and I stared at it, mouth agape. It was the largest cock I had ever seen in person. I swear it was 12 inches long and almost as big around as my wrist!

I just stared at it for a moment, bobbing there in front of my face. It was the color of dark chocolate. Stan had big balls, too. They were hanging just off the edge of the seat and swinging like a pendulum. I wasn’t sure where to start, but I had to start somewhere, so I wrapped my hand around the bottom of the shaft. My fingers could almost touch my thumb, but not quite. He had more hair than I was used to, black and tangled, naturally unkempt. Adam kept his light brown pubic hair trimmed very short and neat. I scooped up his balls with my other hand and rolled them around. They felt heavy and hot, and they were hairy as well. Did Adam shave his balls? Now that I was thinking about it, I didn’t remember there ever being any hair on them.

His beautiful cock was just an inch or so from my face. I leaned forward and kissed it, then, using my tongue and lips together, I worked my way down the shaft, then back up to the tip. His scent was stronger than Adam’s, but not bad. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and lowered it onto his cock. I only took the head at first, licking and sucking, pulling it out, putting it back in, then I slowly started taking more and more of it. I could taste the first droplets of his precum. The flavor was strong and salty. I tickled his little hole and savored the taste. I wasn’t even halfway down when I felt it touch the back of my throat.

“That’s feeling really nice, Miss Mandy,” he said, his voice deep and husky. Then he sighed and said. “Just keep that up for a while, and you’ll definitely get something in return.”

That reminded me! I pulled his cock out with a sloppy wet kiss and said, “Don’t let me forget, I can’t swallow your cum. I have to keep it in my mouth to show them when I get back.”

“They just make you do all kinds of shit, don’t they?” he said. “I’ll try to help you remember.”

I didn’t try to explain, I just shoved his cock back in my mouth and started sucking and licking again, making him moan.

Normally, I am a pretty good deepthroat girl and don’t have much of a gag reflex, but I knew this was going to be different. He was so much bigger than anyone I had experienced before. Stan was just leaning back and enjoying my fellatio. He wasn’t pushing me in any way, so it was just me trying to see how much of this monster I could take. I pushed a little at a time, pulling back to swirl my tongue around it and get as much saliva on it as I could, then trying again. I got the head into my throat, and I felt like I was choking on grapefruit. Stan was breathing heavily and moaning, which encouraged me to try harder. I pushed until my nose touched my hand that was still wrapped around the base of his cock. That felt like a small victory, and I paused there to enjoy the moment.

Suddenly, Stan sat up in the chair!

“Be quiet, someone is coming in,” he said.

I didn’t have much choice. Any noise I might have made would have been muffled by his fat cock gagging me. I started to pull back, but he placed his heavy hand on my head and held me in place as he rolled the chair forward, forcing me to crawl backwards until I felt my feet touch the inside of the reception desk. I guess it was lucky that it had a wooden panel from the floor to the desktop.

Tears started to run down my face. I tried to swallow and relax my throat as I heard the sound of someone walking across the lobby. He kept his hand on my head as he stood up, which held this slab of meat down my throat, so I had no choice but to straighten up and follow him. I grabbed his muscular thighs with both hands and held on until I was up about as far as I could go while remaining on my knees. Luckily, his hand also prevented me from banging my head on the underside of the desk.

“Good evening, Miss Janet. How are you today?” Stan asked politely, but with a little catch in his voice. He cleared his throat.

“Frozen! I had to hike over here from the dorms,” Janet said. “The power is out for half the campus, so I thought I would come and hang out in my office here.”

I couldn’t believe I was listening to this banter about the weather while I was choking on a huge black cock right below them. What if Janet heard a noise or noticed that he was keeping one hand under the desk? Maybe the paper gown and panties that were in a pile on the floor in plain sight would give me away. I was terrified and suddenly cold. I tried not to tremble. At that moment, I was so incredibly turned on that I could feel my juices begin to trickle down one thigh.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Stan said. “There are a couple of others already up on the fourth floor who had the same idea.”

“Excellent!” Janet said. “Maybe we can get together and make a night of it.”

I heard her walk away, towards the elevators.

“Have a good one, Stan,” she called back.

“You too, Miss Janet,” he answered.

He waited for the elevator to ding and then the sound of the doors closing before he moved, and it was a move I didn’t expect – he pushed my face further towards his crotch!

“Miss Mandy, I was enjoying you taking your time and all,” he growled, “but we’d better wrap this up before we get caught.”

I pushed back against his thighs, and he allowed me to pull back a few inches, then he added his other hand on my head so he was holding both sides, and he pushed his hips forward. My throat rebelled against the intrusion as I tried desperately not to gag and throw up. I pushed against his thighs again, but he paid no attention and started moving his hips back and forth, impaling me on his long, hard shaft. All I could do was take it, and I dropped my hands and slipped into my subzone.

Finally, I felt him grow a little bigger. I couldn’t imagine how that was even possible. His pace was also changing slightly, and I pulled myself out of my stupor enough to realize he was about to cum. I beat on his legs with my hands.

“Are you ready for it?” he asked, then remembered, “Oh, right!”

He pulled his cock back so just the head was in my mouth. The long slide out of my throat was enough to set him off, and he began pumping huge gobs of warm, salty cum into my mouth for what seemed like an eternity, as he grunted. There was so much of it, and I wanted to swallow so badly, but I held it there with my cheeks puffed out. I was like a squirrel except I was hoarding nut juice, my hazy brain chuckled internally.

He pulled his cock out, leaving a sticky string of cum down my chin, and I felt the last few drops from his cock dribble down my chest and onto my breasts.

Stan stepped back as he caught his breath and reached for his boxers and pants, which were still around his ankles. I used the desk to pull myself up off my now stiff and sore knees.

“Thank you, Miss Mandy,” Stan said, with a grin as he fastened his pants and buckled his belt. “You are one seriously hot little cock sucker.”

I couldn’t talk with my mouth full, so I gave him a little nod and a bow.

I started to reach for the paper gown and my panties, but Stan beat me to them. He looked at the gown as if it had personally offended him somehow.

“Miss Mandy, you weren’t really going to put this back on, were you?” he asked.

That had been my plan. It was the only thing I had to wear right now, and there were other people in the building besides my friends who might see me galavanting around totally nude. I just shrugged and tried to look pleadingly at him.

“A beautiful young girl with a body like yours? Hell, it should be a crime to cover that up with real clothes, much less this silly thing,” he said.

I obviously wasn’t very convincing, or he had already made up his mind for me. Either way, I was pretty sure I was going to be making the trip back up to my friends naked, and I really needed to swallow, so I didn’t have the time or the means to argue my case. I looked down and nodded my head in acquiescence.

“Good girl. I knew you were a smart one,” he said, and I watched as he crumpled up the paper gown and pushed it down in the trash can beside his desk.

He was still holding my little lacy panties. He lifted them by the strings and said, “I’m going to keep these.”

He wasn’t asking, and those words, ‘good girl’, always affected me, but coming from him, in his deep voice, after what I had just done – I would have given him anything. I watched as he pushed them into his pocket just like Adam had done earlier.

I shook off my trance and, since he had pretty much decided my fate for me, I gave him a little wave and took a couple of steps backwards before turning to head for the elevators.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Miss Mandy,” Stan said, as if we had just exchanged our usual pleasantries after signing in.

The air wafted across my already hard nipples, especially where the cum had dribbled on them earlier, and the dampness was cooling between my legs, as if I needed reminding that I was completely and totally nude. Even my slippers were gone, I realized, when I stepped in a small puddle of cold, melted snow that Janet had probably left, since she was the last to pass through. They must have come off when I was under the desk. I decided not to go back for them. They flapped, letting everyone know I was coming.

My throat was burning, my nose was running, and I needed to get this goo out of my mouth. I punched the up button several times, hoping the elevator would recognize my urgency. It didn’t seem to have noticed, and it took forever before it dinged and the doors crawled open. I rushed inside, pressing the button for the third floor several times as well. The doors closed in no particular hurry, and the ride up seemed slower than usual. I squeezed between the doors as soon as they were wide enough apart for me to fit. My breast snagged on the edge of the door, and then my excruciatingly hard nipples rubbed roughly across the edge, but I didn’t care.

I banged on the door to the lab, and Adam came fairly quickly.

“How did it go?” he asked, putting his arms out for a hug.

I just grabbed him by one hand and dragged him to the middle of the lab, where everyone was gathered around the tables playing a card game.

“The cock slut had returned,” Nancy said, smiling.

Everyone could see my cheeks puffed out and the rivulet down my chin and knew I was holding a mouthful of cum. They made me open and show them, and a little more spilled out of the corners of my mouth.

“Don’t swallow that yet,” Nancy said, holding up one finger, “get her something to put it in so we can see how much there is.”

I dutifully complied as Frank quickly found a small glass beaker. I pursed my lips and allowed the stringy white semen to drain from my mouth. They were shocked by how much cum Stan had produced, and passed the beaker around while I finally swallowed the remnants, cleared my throat, and blew my nose.

Next, they wanted the full play-by-play. My throat was sore and, when I spoke, my voice was raspy, but I gave them most of the details, including the part where we almost got caught, and they couldn’t believe that I got throat fucked by a twelve-inch cock.

It wasn’t until I’d finished my story and answered several other clarifying questions that forced me to admit the most embarrassing details that Adam asked, “What happened to your gown?”

I suddenly remembered that I was totally nude, with cum drying on my face and tits! No wonder the guys had been paying such close attention to me, and not my boyfriend or my so-called friends had offered me so much as a shirt.

The rest of the night became a bit of a blur for me between the drinking and the sex. I invoked my “you owe me” to force everyone else to strip. The guys decided that we girls should drink Stan’s cum, but we forced each of the guys to take a sip as well. Each of the pairs (Me and Adam, David and Anna, and Frank and Nancy) had all fucked, and then we switched up, and eventually it turned into a sort of orgy with all of us doing each other. The guys loved watching me, Anna, and Nancy eat the guys’ cum out of each other’s cunts. We tried getting the guys to suck each other off. Frank went first and sucked David, but then David and Adam both chickened out. By the end of the night, we had all crashed in a heap of naked, sweaty bodies.

In the morning, we sorted out our clothes. Luckily, Anna and Nancy’s coats were long enough to cover their ass and pussy, but the garter straps and tops of the stockings were left clearly visible. We all needed food and fluids, so we decided to risk the roads and find an open restaurant that was serving breakfast.

Stan was still in the lobby, but he was talking to a skinny, younger white guy, who must have been the next incoming shift. That didn’t stop Stan from giving us a wave as we walked past the desk.

“You all be careful out there,” the other guard said, “Most of the roads are still horrible.”

“We will,” Adam said, then to Stan he added, “Thanks for, um, everything you did last night.”

“I didn’t do anything except sit here and mind the store,” Stan said. “And thanks for the chili, Miss Mandy. I wouldn’t mind some more of that sometime.”

He held my gaze and winked. My face burned with humiliation, but my sore cunt drooled, remembering what I had done right there under that desk.

“I might have to bring you some more soon,” I said, smiling coyly.