Disclaimer:
	The following story may involve explicit sexual descriptions
	and unconventional sexual relations.
	
	By continuing you agree to the following:	
	I am not offended by the description of sexually explicit 
	scenes or the description of alternative sexual lifestyles
	and I do not consider such material to be obscene.
	I am 21 or older.
	The above material is not illegal under the standards of 
	my community.
	
	This story is offered as an insight into current social mores
	and is not intended for prurient purposes.
	
	Author: Unknown

Chapter 1: THE GOSSIP
Thursday Evening, 9 July

Gail really didn't know what to make of the evening so far.  When
she and her husband Bill had been invited to the party she had
been excited.  It had been too long since she had been able to go
out and have fun.  It had been a mistake to move out here to the
suburbs in the first place.  The house was beautiful, but after
it was taken care of, there was nothing to do but go to the mall. 
Hopefully, there she would run into some of her friends and they
could go to a bar and make jokes about her neighbors.  And her
neighbors were really a pretty boring lot.  If they knew some of
the things she said about them it would probably add some
excitement to their otherwise dreary lives.

And this evening had been no exception to that.  BORING!!  She
was just about ready to ask Bill to take her home when their
host, Sam, announced that it was time for the evening's
entertainment.  Maybe this evening wouldn't be a total waste
after all.

Everyone adjourned to the game room and found a seat.  Sam took a
chair near the fireplace.  His wife, Mary, sat in an easy chair
in the corner.  Their daughter, Susan, and her boyfriend, Tom,
sat together on the love seat.  And the two single ladies from
down the street, Evelyn and Betty Jean, parked themselves on the
couch on either side of her husband.  Gail was just looking for a
place to sit when Sam called her to the center of the room.

"Gail, I think everyone here, no, everyone in the neighborhood
has been more than patient with you.  Ever since you moved here,
you have gossiped more and told more outright lies than I thought
possible for anyone.  At first we kind of ignored it.  Figured it
would pass.  But lately you've been getting worse.  The stories
you told about me being a useless drunk and Mary having to look
elsewhere to find satisfaction got back to my boss and I damned
near got f "We've decided that everyone here will
give you a spanking.  To make sure everything is on the up and
up, everyone will stay to witness each spanking as it's
administered.  After that we'll decide if any further punishment
is due.  Now, since I'm the oldest, I get to go first.  Lift up
your dress and let's see what we're dealing with."

Gail was mortified.  She was going to be spanked by all these
people and not only that, but they were all going to watch.  Now
she had to lift up her dress so that they could all see her
underwear.  Thank God she had put on the new pretty panties
instead of the old ones with holes.  Gail slowly reached down
and lifted the hem of her dress, exposing first her black slip,
then the tops of her stockings, her black garter belt, and
finally the pretty blue lace panties.

"Good" said Sam.  "Nothing too difficult to deal with here.  Now
push down your panties and get over here across my knees."

"P-p-push down my panties?" Gail stammered.

"Of course.  What did you expect?  Spankings are always properly
administered on a naked tush. Of course, if you'd rather, we can
always go to court."

"B-b-but Sam, they're just bikini panties.  They don't cover that
much anyway.  Can't I..."

"No Gail!  Now get them down and get over here."

Again, Gail was mortified.  It wasn't enough she had to show off
her underwear.  Now she had to push down her panties as well. 
Slowly she pushed down the panties until they were just below the
cheeks of her ass.  She heard a tittering from somewhere in the
room as her pubic hair came into view.  With a cry she buried her
face in her hands and sprawled herself across Sam's lap.

After adjusting himself, Sam pulled her dress and slip up to the
middle of her back.  He then lowered her panties leaving her
naked from her waist to her knees.  Gail blushed all over at the
thought of exposing herself like this to her neighbors.

"Now Gail, I'm going to give you fifty licks with my hand.  I'd
like to say that it'll hurt me more than it does you, but you
know that would be bullshit."

Without further ado, Sam began.  First one cheek and then the
other, beating out a tatoo until Gail's entire ass was cherry
red. Gail had resolved not to cry out and to keep her legs
tightly closed in order to spare herself any further exposure. 
Bur after the first ten licks, that resolve completely left
her and she found herself crying out and kicking her feet in the
air.  By the time Sam reached the half-way point, the panties had
slipped down to her ankles and had been kicked across the room.

"OHH SAM, NOT SO HARD!  NOT THERE AGAIN, OHH PLEASE 
STOP.  OH IT HURTS SO MUCH, I PROMISE, I'LL NEVER GOSSIP 
AGAIN."

Finally it was over.  Sam smoothed her dress and slip back down
and stood her on her feet.  Bill retrieved her panties and led
her into the bathroom to help her clean herself up for the rest
of her ordeal.

After about five minutes of drying her eyes, Bill deemed her
presentable and they returned to the game room.  Gail gratefully
accepted a cup of coffee and the opportunity to relax for a few
minutes before getting on with the rest of her punishment.  She
didn't know how she could stand getting a spanking from the rest
of these people as well.  Bad as Sam's spanking had hurt, the
embarrassment of having her naked behind exposed to everyone 
had been even worse.

Then it was Betty Jean's turn.

"Now Gail, we don't want to wrinkle your pretty dress, so I want
you to take it off and come over here by the pool table."

As she removed her dress, Gail reflected that it was a lucky
thing that she had decided to wear a full slip that evening. 
Somehow though, she knew that it really wasn't going to matter.

"Gail, those things you said about Evelyn and me were really
unfair.  Sure we share a house together, but that's as far as it
goes.  Besides, the things you said we had done together, you'd
of had to of been in the bedroom with us to know about.  Now I
want you to turn around and lean over the pool table."

When Gail was in position, Betty Jean quickly rucked her slip up
over her waist.  Leaning over like this, Gail knew that her
skimpy little bikini panties were barely covering her bottom. 
Worse than that, they were transparent, so everybody could
probably see her crack anyway.  She soon discovered that it
didn't make any difference.  Betty Jean hooked her thumbs in the
elastic of the panties and pulled them down to her knees.

"Gail, I want you to spread your legs and hold your panties right
there at your knees.  I'm going to give you fifty licks with this
ping-pong paddle and if you let the panties fall down, I'll start
over.  If you're ready, I'll get started."

Gail was in shock.  The fifty licks with his hand Sam had given
her had been bad enough.  Now she was going to have to take fifty
with a paddle on her already tender ass.  She just didn't see how
she could stand it.  Besides, bending over with her legs spread
this way she knew that everybody could see her pussy and probably
her asshole as well.  And then...

"AHHHHH!!"  Gail had never felt anything like that.  She jerked
straight up in the air taking a deep breath and the panties fell
to her ankles.

"Well Gail, you know that means we have to start over.  You're
lucky we were only on one."

After putting Gail's panties back in position, Betty Jean started
again, working first on one cheek and then on the other until the
entire ass was smoldering.  Gail was in tears almost from the
beginning.  Her ass was tender to start with and now this
horrible paddle was beating her rear end until she thought she
would die.  At about the fortieth stroke Gail couldn't bear it
anymore and started to hop around to avoid the worst of the
beating.  After a couple more strokes her panties started to
slip, immediately sending her into a panic that she would lose
them and have to start over again.  Stretching her legs as far
apart as she possibly could, Gail did her best to hold the
panties in position.  Sam and Tom, from their positions on the
other side of the room, particularly enjoyed the view.  Tom was
convinced that if the light were a little better he would be able
to see her tonsils.  Finally, on the forty-ninth stroke, Gail's
efforts to hold the panties in position proved to be too much. 
The elastic broke and the panties fell to the floor.  Gail was
distraught.  She just knew Betty Jean was going to start over and
it hadn't been her fault.  Betty Jean took pity on her however;
gave her the fiftieth lick low over both ass cheeks and
pronounced herself finished.  Gail stayed bending over the pool
table for a few minutes, sobbing with relief that she wasn't
going to have to go through it all again and burning from the
pain which centered in her ass and seemed to emanate throughout
her body.  Finally she stood up, allowing the slip to fall back
in place.  Glancing ruefully at the ruined panties which were
still tangled around her ankles she tried to pull them back in
place.

"Not much point in fooling around with those anymore," Mary said. 
"Give them here and I'll throw them away for you.  Now get
yourself cleaned up and get back out here.  It's my turn next and
I don't want to be kept waiting too long."

When Gail returned from the bathroom this time, a straight chair
had been placed in the center of the room for her.  She was made
to sit in it despite her protestations that she'd rather stand. 
This time a whisky was offered rather than coffee and Gail
immediately accepted, despite the fact that she seldom drank
liquor.  She just knew that anything had to make her ass feel
better.  As Gail sat there thinking about her situation, she
suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing her panties anymore. 
It made her feel strange to remember that she was naked
underneath her dress and that everyone in the room knew it as
well.

Then Mary stood up and came to the center of the room.  ("Oh no,"
thought Gail.  "I don't know how much more of this I can take.")

"Gail, I want you to remove all of your clothes except your hose
and garter belt.  I was going to let you keep your panties on,
but there doesn't seem to be much point in that now."

"Oh no, Mary!  If I'm going to be spanked why do I have to take
off my..."

"Because I told you to!  Now are you going to get your clothes
off or do you need some help from the men in this room?"

Tearfully, Gail removed her dress and handed it to Betty Jean. 
Realizing that her slip was the only thing covering her ass and
pussy, she turned her back to her audience and hoisted the slip
over her head.  Standing there naked except for her stockings,
garter belt and bra, Gail felt terribly exposed.

Someone remarked that the flush of her cheeks contrasted nicely
with the black garter belt and stockings.  She heard Bill laugh
at this.  ("Oh, how can he do this to me," she thought.  "I never
told stories about him, and if they take us to court, he's in
just as much trouble as I am."

"P-p-p-please Mrs. Smith.  Isn't this far enough?  If you're
going to spank my poor behind I shouldn't have to go any
further."

"Get that bra off and get your ass over here!  I want to see your
tits hanging out just so I can see what sort of pink color they
turn.  Now are you going to get it off or do you need some help?"

Hesitantly, Gail unhooked her bra and let her 38" jugs hang free.
Turning to face her tormenters, she placed one hand over her cunt
and the other over her tits in a futile attempt to hide them from
her audience's view.  Sure enough, her embarrassment was
complete.  The pink flush started in her face and went all the
way down to her stockings, showing up particularly well in the
untanned areas on her tits and around her cunt.

"That's better.  Now get over here across this ottoman.  I'm
going to ride your back while I whip your big ass with this quirt
and if you buck me off then I'll have to start over."

When Gail leaned over the ottoman she had to put her hands on the
floor in order to maintain her balance.  This left her tits,
which she had been so desperate to conceal, swinging free like
temple bells.

Hiking her skirt, Mary swung her leg over Gail's back and sat
down hard, unabashedly showing off her white lace panties in the
process.

"Instead of fifty licks, I'm going to beat your ass for five
minutes.  And I've brought this kitchen timer to keep time for
us.  When it goes off, we'll be finished, unless you've bucked me
off and then I'll start the timer over again."

Once the timer was set, Mary wasted no time.  She brought the
quirt sharply down over both ass cheeks.  Not giving Gail time to
catch her breath, she once again brought the quirt down. This
time vertically down the left cheek, and then again down the
right cheek.

"YEOWWW!", hollered Gail.  She tried to move but it was no use,
Mary held her firmly in place.  CRACK! the quirt landed again. 
Her bottom felt like it was on fire.  "PLEASE MARY...I'M SORRY!"
CRACK! "OWWWW, OH PLEASE IT HURTS".

"It's supposed to hurt", was the reply.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the quirt landed on her
unprotected bottom, punctuated only by Gail's crying.

After four minutes of this, Gail's ass was beet red, with welts
running up and down both cheeks and onto the upper part of her
thighs.  Mary was running out of breath, so she began to slow
down and work on the inside of Gail's thighs.  This caught Gail
completely by surprise.  To her way of thinking, this was
dangerously close to both her pussy and asshole, both of which
she realized were completely on display to everyone in the room. 
By this point though, modesty was the least of her worries.

"OH GOD, NO!!  NOT THERE!!" she cried.  "START THE TIMER 
OVER IF YOU WANT TO, BUT DON'T WHIP ME THERE!  OH GOD, 
OH NOOOO!"  As bad as her ass was burning, Gail could not imagine
what it would feel like if Mary started whipping her pussy.

Finally the timer went off.  Mary managed to get in another
couple of licks while the bell was still ringing, and then
dismounted her weeping victim.  Gail just lay there whimpering
and waving her bottom in the air, hoping that something would
cool off the burning.

"Alright Gail, get up," Mary said.  "I can't see any need for you
to get dressed just so you can take your clothes off again.  Why
don't you sit down in your chair and we'll resume again in a few
minutes.  Would you like another whisky while your waiting?"

Gail really didn't want to sit down anywhere, but by this time
she knew better than to argue.  Cupping both ass cheeks and
mindless of the display she was making of her tits, cunt and ass
she hobbled over to the chair and gingerly took a seat.  As she
sipped her drink, she tried to ignore the fact that she was naked
except for stockings and garter belt and that everyone in the
room was watching her.  But it was impossible to ignore.  As she
thought about it, a tingling started in her groin, and her
nipples hardened.  ("Shit," she thought.  "This is all I need. 
My ass is getting beaten to a pulp and now my tits have got to go
and stick out.  What could possibly be more embarrassing?")

Before she had time to reflect on this too long however, Tom
announced that he was ready to take his turn.

"OK Gail, come over here by the fireplace.  I want you to lean
forward with your hands on the mantle.  You can rest your head on
it as well if you want to.  Now, put your feet back here on the
edge of the hearth and spread your legs apart."

Tom had selected this position after watching Betty Jean.  He had
really enjoyed the view he had had and thought this one might be
even better with her bare boobs swinging free.

"Alright Gail, I'm going to give you fifty with my belt.  It
seems to me that you've had it pretty hard so far, so I'm going
to try to go easy on you.  But you've got to cooperate and not
move out of position.  If you don't cooperate, then 'no more
Mister Nice Guy'. Do you understand me?"

"Y-y-y-yes," whispered Gail.

Tom commenced beating her across the underneath side of her ass. 
Her ass was still pink from the spanking Sam had administered and
the paddling Betty Jean had given her.  More importantly though,
the welts from Mary's whipping ran vertically down the entire
length of both ass cheeks.  Tom's belt hurt like fire as it came
down again and again across both of her huddling moons.  She
had to admit though, that he didn't seem to be beating her quite
as hard as the others had.  She knew though that she couldn't
break position or give him any reason not to go easy on her.  Tom
was a big man and if he were to cut loose, she just knew she
would die.

Along about the twenty-fifth stroke, Tom changed position
slightly and the tip of his belt darted between her legs, just
barely below her pussy lips.

"OH NO, TOM!!  OH PLEASE NO!!  OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME THERE.  
I COULDN'T STAND IT IF YOU DID!  OHHHHH PLEASE TOM!"

Tom hadn't intended the stroke to land where it did, but Gail's
reaction interested him.  He decided to make a game out of seeing
how close he could come to her cunt without actually hitting it. 
The next stroke again darted between her legs, this time about a
half inch below her pussy.

"Where was it you didn't want me to hit you Gail?"

"OH, BETWEEN MY LEGS!  OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME BETWEEN 
MY AHHHHHHHH!"

Tom's next stroke had moved up an eighth of an inch.  Gail was
really beside herself now.

"I want to go easy on you Gail, so you have to tell me exactly
where you don't want me to hit you.  Now, where was it again?"

"RIGHT THERE OH GOD OH PLEASE GOD OH GODAAAAMMMMMMIT!!!"

Tom had managed to move his stroke up another eighth of an inch,
this time actually tickling the pussy hair.  Gail just knew that
if not the next stroke, then at least very soon he would be
beating her right on her cunt.

"Where was it you didn't want me to hit you Gail?"

"MY SEX!  OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME ON MY SEX!  OH SHIIIIIIIIT!  
MY PUSSY!  PLEASE DON'T HIT MY PUSSY AGAIN!"

Tom had misjudged the last stroke and had landed it right across
her cunt.  Judging from the way her tits and every other part of
her body were bouncing up and down, it really got her attention. 
He felt kind of sorry for her at this point and gave her the
final twenty strokes lower down across her thighs.

"Well Gail, that's it for now.  If you'll take your seat again
I'll get you another drink, if you want one that is, and then
we'll get on with the show."

Gail damned sure wanted a drink.  As a matter of fact she wanted
several.  As soon as Tom handed her the whisky she gulped it back
and asked for another.

"No, I'm sorry.  The rules say only one drink per sitting.  We
don't want your ass to get too numb, do we?"