Peter followed the petite young officer along the corridor of the ship. He had not realised that he could have felt so naked. As his bare feet trod the cool smooth surface of the rubberised flooring he became acutely aware of the draughts of air from the various air conditioning units and open doorways playing upon his freshly shaven skin. He was aware that his face was bright red with embarrassment as his tumescent penis slapped from side to side against his thighs, as he clumsily followed his young guard towards the end of the empty corridor. . Peter could not help looking at her petite bottom and slender body as Ami walked in front of him. Suddenly as they reached a stairway she turned to him. Her face showed a hint of amusement, as she looked him up and down, noticing his penis wobbling from side to side. "I know you are supposed to remain cuffed, but I think that would be impractical with so many stairs and corridors to negotiate on board this ship. So I am willing to un-cuff you if you promise me that on no occasion are you to cover yourself. Do you understand what I mean by uncover yourself?"

Ami looked him straight in the eye as she moved closer to him and gently took hold of his swollen penis. "I mean covering this!" she squeezed his member as she looked enquiringly at his blushing face.

"Do you understand?" Peter gasped, he felt utterly humiliated at the way the young girl was able to touch the most sensitive parts of his body so casually. He shivered with embarrassment as he felt her slender fingers squeeze his penis once more.

"Arggh", he gasped. "Please Miss, I promise." His bottom lip was trembling so violently that Ami thought that he might burst into to tears at any moment. She smiled at him kindly and let go of his penis. She moved behind him, feeling him shiver as she placed her hand upon his waist and positioned him so that she could unlock the handcuffs from his wrists. "There now young man, remember what

I said... I want you to walk with your hands at your sides." Ami moved back around the boy and motioned for him to follow her up the stairway. Occasionally she turned her head to observe his progress, noting that although he was deeply embarrassed he was holding the handrails on both sides of the stairs. As they reached the top stairwell which accessed the upper deck Ami saw that two young girls were busy cleaning the brass hand rails which ran alongside the heavily carpeted corridor. Immediately she turned towards the naked boy and placed her hand under his chin, raising his head so that his eyes met hers. "Now Peter, I must warn you again that you are not to cover yourself. To make you fully understand the consequences I am going to give you a little demonstration of what will happen if you disobey me. You are naked because you are being punished, but I assure you that there are much worse punishments than this. Now turn around and bend over and touch your toes.... Quickly now don't keep me waiting." Ami kept her face in a mask of severity as she addressed the trembling youth.

As he turned away from her and proceeded to bend over, she unhooked the slim black tube that was hanging from her waist and slid the small red switch which was located near the handle until it read number 1. She could not resist the thrill that ran through her body as she placed the end of the tube between the cheeks of Peter's bottom and pushed it firmly against the puckered star of the boy's sphincter. She heard him gasp as the cold metal invaded the cheeks of his bare bottom. Deliberately Ami pressed the red button and watched the boy's reaction to the short electric shock, which emitted from the ball-end electrode at the end of the tube. "Argghhh...arrggghhh." Peter felt as if he had been kicked. The jolt of electricity had been without warning and so unexpected that his muscles had contracted violently. His sphincter contracted in spasms as he threw his body into an upright stance, gasping for breath as he turned his head to look at the young guard, his hands clutching the cheeks of his bottom Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into her pretty face. His lips were trembling and his body shivered as he turned towards her. "Oh miss... please miss that hurt so much." His voice stammered as he looked at her, hardly believing that such a pretty and demure girl could inflict so much pain upon him.

Ami could not contain the thrill, which had run through her body as she pressed the discharge button. Her feelings were not those of a sadist, but rather the thrill of having sexual control over another. Ami had never bothered to analyse her own sexual feelings but had accepted herself for what she was. She knew that she received equal gratification whether her subject was male or female - as long as they were pretty or at least very good looking. The naked boy standing before her was the most perfectly proportioned boy she had seen, His face good looking and neatly featured now showing the anguish of her recent torment upon him.

She smiled and gently stroked his cheek. "I think that that may remind you to keep your hands to your sides while you are on display. It is because I understand the desire you have to cover yourself that I have had to give you an early reminder as your behaviour today. I don't want to have to punish you again Peter, as there are eight levels of shock from this device, each one increasingly more severe and lots of other places that I can put it. That was level one... can you imagine what level eight would feel like against your testicles... or your penis mmm,,, Peter?" She gently stroked her hand under his testicles and penis as she spoke softly to him. "Well Peter... can you?

Peter looked at the petite young girl as she addressed him; his face blushing profusely as she casually handled his genitals. He shivered from head to toe as he mumbled his reply. "I am sorry miss, it really hurts... I promise I will obey you."

Ami's face softened as she appraised the trembling youth, his bottom lip was quivering visibly as he muttered his response. "Well we shall see Peter" She noted that although his penis had stiffened once more, he did not try to cover himself, but kept his hands firmly to his sides. Ami walked on, beckoning him to follow her. Peter was blushing as they walked toward the two giggling Philippine girls who were cleaning the brass handrails. "He has to be naked all day... no?"

One of the girls addressed Ami, her even white teeth displayed in as smile as she looked at the guard. To Peter's utter dismay Ami stopped in front of the girls. "Yes he is not allowed to cover himself or to resist examination by anyone." The young girls smiles widened as Ami spoke to her. "You mean we may examine heem?"

Ami smiled. "Of course if you wish, his punishment is in retribution for being a Peeping Tom... if you know the expression... so of course, if you wish." The two girls were both dressed in thin, almost transparent, white cotton tunics. The tunics were cut short to mid thigh displaying slender bared legs. The girls were slim in build and Peter could clearly see the outline of their small firm breasts through the thin cotton tunics, which were cut in a low vee at the front. They both had shiny black hair, which was tied back in a regulation bun accenting the lovely bone structure of the jaw and high cheekbones, so typical of the Philippine race.

One of the girls's stood in front of Peter as the second walked around to his rear. Peter began to tremble as Ami addressed him, her tone severe and foreboding. "Hands on your head when you are being examined. Hesitate and you will be punished." Her voice, short, sharp and staccato, stung him like a whip crack. Peter felt his face turn bright red, his cheeks burning with humiliation and embarrassment as he felt one of the girl's hands gently stroke over his shoulders and down his back before coming to rest on the hillock of his buttocks.

"Stand absolutely still with your legs wide apart, there's a good boy." Ami admonished him once more as she watched the young girl that was standing in front of the trembling boy, reach between his legs and gently cup his testicles. Peter gasped as the girl placed their hands upon his body. He shivered as his buttocks were parted and a small hand was slipped between the cheeks of his bottom. He could not help jerking violently as his foreskin was skinned back to reveal the sensitive rim of the glans. "He is a sensitive boy no?" One of the girls addressed Ami as she manipulated the skin of his foreskin, her delicate fingers causing the boy's organ to become erect almost immediately. Ami watched, fascinated as Peter began to tremble all over, his body quivering uncontrollably to the delight of the girls.

"You are so smooth down here, they have shaved you everywhere." The girl's fingers moved over his genitals as she spoke softly to him. She tightened her grip on his penis and moved her other hand up over his chest, her small delicate fingers gently probing and pinching his nipple.

Peter felt another blush suffuse his cheeks as the girls handled him so intimately. He felt utterly humiliated, unable to evade their searching fingers. He gasped as once more his foreskin was pulled back, the skin stretched fully back exposing him fully to their interested gaze.

"My you are shy... aren't you." The girl in front of him moved closer, her voice barely a husky whisper. "Relax your bottom, there's a good boy, my friend wants to feel inside you." Peter could not believe his ears or barely stammer a reply as he felt a finger gently but insistently probing his sphincter. Suddenly he felt the slender fingertip slip through the opening of his bottom and at the same time the girl's other hand encircle his waist so that she was able to push deeper.. "Relax now, you have a lovely bottom... just let your cheeks relax a little more." Her voice whispered in his ear as he felt her finger push further inside him. Suddenly he felt an intense sensation deep within him as she quickly located his prostate gland.

The sensations of the girls hands upon his body was too much for Peter, his body began to shake uncontrollably and he began to gasp for breath. The girl standing in front of him pulled the skin of his foreskin down the shaft of his penis once more as she pushed her body against him. She grasped the back of his head and held him; suddenly kissing him full on the mouth, denying him breath while she proceeded to rub the head of his penis against her tunic.

"Stop...that will do... I am sorry girls but I think that will have to do for now you must not make him ejaculate." Ami was smiling as she looked at the two girls fondling the boy. Reluctantly they took their hands away from him. Ami watched him shudder as a slender finger was withdrawn from his bottom. He was blushing a beetroot red, his naked body trembling and his penis standing upright as the three girls stood back and looked at him. He was acutely aware of the throbbing of his penis and the acute embarrassment of the fact that he could not control it. He looked down in abject dismay, utterly ashamed before the three girls as they observed his erect penis, which was now pointing towards the ceiling.

Peter felt humiliated and helpless, his shame beyond belief as, a few moments later; Ami led him briskly along the corridor. Utterly degraded and helpless, he walked behind the pretty young guard, almost blinded by his shame and humiliation, acutely aware of how ridiculous he must look with his erect penis wobbling and swaying before him. . As they neared the galley Peter knew that greater embarrassment was in store for him. Gillian had been kind and decent to him during the time he had been on board ship. Although her beauty had overawed him when they had first met, her constant good humour and easy manner had put him at ease.

Now she was to see him naked and humiliated. He shivered at the thought, his mind in turmoil as he walked, sometimes stumbling along the well-lit corridors of the ship.

Peter could not have believed that just a few weeks before that he would have been subjected to so much embarrassment. He had always known that he was shy by nature and his tender years had yet provided no sexual experience.

Although his penis had subsided somewhat he was still aware of it slapping from side to side between his legs. His freshly shaven genitals were sensitive to every breath of air and contact; even the cheeks of his bottom felt sensitive to the flow of air as he walked beneath the outlets of the air-conditioning units. As they stopped opposite the galley door, Peter could feel his heart beating faster, he felt a tightening in his chest and the familiar twinges of fear and trepidation gnawing at this stomach.

"Come along Peter, It is time for you to go to work, no dawdling now you have a long day in front of you." Ami's words did nothing to lessen the boy's anxiety as he stumbled rather than stepped over the high threshold of the drinks galley. He stood behind the guard hoping to shield himself from Gillian's gaze as she turned around from one of the large refrigeration cupboards.

Gillian had been busy in the galley from the moment she had come on duty. Already there had been three calls from the officer's liberty deck asking that as soon as Peter arrived he should take up a large tray of drinks. Gillian had prepared the cocktails and placed them in the one of the large stainless steel refrigerators. She knew that the reason for call had very little to do with the desire for cocktails but rather the desire to have their way with her new cabin boy.

Gillian had enjoyed Peter's company in the galley and had delighted in his capacity for hard work and willingness. She had never had to ask for anything to be done twice and had often found had done an hours work before their designated time of arrival. He had often taken over duties that were usually shared between them and it was now quite common for him to clean the galley spotlessly before she arrived.

She was quite sure in her own mind that the offence had been fabricated and set up deliberately. Her knowledge of the crew of officers was quite intimate and her own punishment, which happened on the day that Peter arrived on board, had been as a result of a contrivance by the officers.

Gillian had mixed feeling about the turn of events that had led to Peter's punishment day. She liked her new friend very much and would never think to deliberately upset or embarrass him; but on the other hand she felt a thrill in the knowledge that she would be seeing the boy naked. She had often looked at him as he bent over or stretched to reach for a shelf, noting the slim torso and firm buttocks beneath his ship's uniform. The ships officers were adept at deceit and guile and their sexual predilections knew no bounds. Gillian knew that it would be a day of humiliation for him and that he would not escape their attention to his body. She remembered when four of the girls had stripped her naked and made her orgasm three times in an hour. She also knew that it would not be the last time that their skilful manipulations of her body would make her scream with ecstasy.

Peter blushed profusely as Gillian turned around to face him. Although his body was hidden behind the young guard, he felt utterly helpless and humiliated. Ami turned around and pushed him forward towards Gillian. "Well Gillian what do you think to our young friend?"

Gillian felt her cheeks blush as she looked at Peter standing naked in front of her. She could not help herself, as she looked him up and down, instantly noticing that his penis was far from flaccid and that his genitals had been shaved, leaving him smooth and fully exposed to her gaze. She quickly averted her eyes from his body and back to his face. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes were downcast in shame as she spoke to him. "I am sorry Peter, but try and be a brave boy, I am sure you will be fine." Gillian knew that her words sounded lame but she genuinely wanted to show him some comfort, not realising that her concern only exacerbated his humiliation.

Ami knew how the boy must be feeling, being made to stand naked in front of his colleague. She was pleased to see that he had somehow managed to keep his hands to his side. "Right Peter, I am supposed to clean you up before you enter a room so bend over and touch your toes, there's a good boy." Peter quaked with shame as she heard Ami's words; he looked in anguish at Gillian before reluctantly bending over before her. "Round this way a bit... and spread those legs wide apart, so that I can get between the cheeks of your bottom." Ami slapped his buttocks with the palm of her hand as she positioned the boy until his bottom was facing Gillian and his legs were spread wide apart.

Peter stared at the tiled floor beneath his feet, his breathing heavy and laboured as steeled himself for further humiliation. His cheeks were burning and his ears ringing with shame and embarrassment as he heard Ami address Gillian.

"Right Gillian if you would reach underneath him and hold his genitals out of the way while I wipe inside his bottom cheeks and between his legs, it will make things a lot easier for me." Peter could scarcely believe his ears as Ami spoke to his friend Gillian in such a 'matter of fact' manner. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath in trepidation as he felt a soft hand encircle his waist.

"I think you will be better if you lean over him, then you will be able to hold his penis out of the way with your other hand."

Gillian did not know whether or not to obey Ami's instruction. She knew exactly how Peter must be feeling, but her excitement and curiosity finally got the better of her and she placed her hands upon the naked boy.

Peter began to shiver as he felt Gillian's hands slide around his waist and up underneath him, her soft fingers exploring and searching until he felt her suddenly take hold of his penis. He shuddered uncontrollably as her other hand stroked over his freshly shaved flesh and gently cupped his testicles. Her touch was soft and sensuous as she carefully drew his testicles forward and took a firmer grip around his tumescent penis.

Gillian could not help a thrill running through her body as she leaned her body further over the naked boy, guiltily allowed her soft breasts to press against his back as she took a firmer hold of his genitals. Even though she felt sorry for his predicament she could not help herself rolling the soft sac of his scrotum between her fingers and feeling the plump testes move beneath the skin.

She could feel his penis beginning to throb in her hand as the soft flesh of his penis became hard and erect.

Ami bent over behind Peter and nonchalantly placed her hand on the cheeks of his bottom. Deftly she pulled his bottom cheeks apart and slid her hand between them. Gillian felt Peter try to rear up with the shock of the intrusion between his bottom. Gillian felt Peter felt his penis move trough her fingers as he tried to evade Ami's fingers. Without realising what she was doing Gillian tightened her grip on his penis, the boys movements masking her deliberate action of pulling his foreskin back.

As he wriggled and moved his hips Gillian deliberately slipped the foreskin down over the head of his penis, exposing the glans fully, before bringing the tender skin back up towards the tip, her forefinger grazing over the glans as she completed the movement. She heard the boy gasp and moan at the intimate contact of her fingers, but could not help herself once more exposing the glans and stretching the skin tightly as she began to manipulate the skin of his penis into a steady milking motion.

She ignored Peter's groans, instead watching as Ami moved behind him now holding a moist tissue. Without preamble the young guard wiped diligently between the cheeks of his bottom and then between his legs her fingers meeting Gillian's as she reached under the bending youth.

Gillian could not believe how hard his penis had become as she steadily milked him, her actions slow and methodical. She was aware that his breath had become laboured and his body had begun to shiver. It was Ami that stopped the proceedings, aware that the boy would ejaculate should they excite him any further.

"Right you can stand up straight now my boy. Hands behind your head and legs wide apart! Come along no nonsense now."

Gillian quickly took her hands from his penis and testicles; her face was flushed with excitement, as she stood upright. She had little time to compose herself as Peter shakily put his hand on his knees and began to straighten himself. His face was flushed and lips were quivering, as he stood upright. His total humiliation was plain to see as he looked down at his penis, which was standing straight out from his body. He shut his eyes in shame as Gillian looked at him, her smile soft and sympathetic.

Ami had not finished with her humiliation of the boy, as she stood close behind him. "Get those hands on top of your head there that's the way."

"Now Gillian, if you would take hold of his penis and pull the foreskin back tightly, I will make sure he is nice and clean behind there." Ami moved around to stand beside Gillian as she watched naked boy shiver and shake her eyes examining him from head to toe.

Peter shivered once more, unable to stop himself looking at Gillian as she bent down on one knee, her face, only inches from his erect penis.

Gillian looked up at him, her smile soft and gentle. "Don't worry Peter I won't hurt you. Just try and keep still now." He watched in horror as Gillian gently took hold of his penis with both hands, her fingertips carefully pressing the soft flesh. Her beautiful face looking up at him, watching his shameful expression as she gently slid his foreskin back until it was stretched tight. He could not help jerking his hips backwards as Ami reached forward and pinched the top of his penis between her delicate fingers. "Hold still, or I will ask

Gillian to hold you by the testicles." Her tone was sharp as she wiped the cloth around the sensitive glans of his penis, causing him to jerk his hips backwards with the acute sensation.

"One more wipe and then you are done" She exclaimed brightly as she deliberately caught the glans of his penis with her fingers as she wiped beneath it.

Peter's body was shaking from head to foot as the girls let him go. He blushed profusely as Gillian patted his cheek. "I'll get the trays ready and you can take them up to the officers deck. Don't worry Peter it will all be over after today, I promise."

Impulsively she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, deliberately letting her tunic graze over the tip of his penis as she held his face in her hands.

Peter's body was shaking with the utter humiliation he was feeling. As he looked at Gillian's kindly expression a tear rolled down his cheek. Too embarrassed to say anything he hung his head as she let him go, fighting his desire to cover himself as once more Gillian looked down at his naked body.

His penis was so excruciatingly hard that it pointed upwards away from his body, he could not help it throbbing up and down as he stood facing her with his hands at his sides. To his relief she turned away from him and started preparing the tray of drinks. He watched helpless and ashamed as Ami helped Gillian to put the cocktail thermoses upon the silver serving-tray.

"Right I think that is everything." Gillian said brightly as she handed Peter the tray and stood back to let him pass. She felt a tremor of excitement as she watched him walk out of the galley, closely followed by Ami. His Penis wobbled up and down as he walked and Gillian noticed that his buttocks were clenched in an effort to minimise his nakedness.

Peter could hardly breath such was his humiliation as they walked the corridor, passing several young girls along the way. He could hear their soft chuckles and giggles as they passed him by. They reached the stair well and ascended the stairs to the upper deck. The corridor was beautifully decorated; the walls held framed paintings of ships and schooners and side tables held ships clocks and fine instruments of navigation. The flooring was marble with Egyptian rugs centred and equally spaced along the walkway.

It was not long before they came to a heavily rosewood veneered door that disguised the storm door that guarded the officer's deck. Peter turned his head towards Ami as they approached the heavy door, which was already ajar. "Right Peter I will enter while you wait here with the tray, we don't want another reoccurrence of last time do we now? You may put the tray down on the table... and just to keep you out of mischief you will stand with your hands on your head."

Peter blushed once more as Ami walked past him, tapping him lightly on his naked buttocks. She noted that his penis was still hard, although now pointing more towards the floor. The girls are going to have a field day with this young man, she thought as she pushed the heavy door aside and passed through the opening of the bulkhead and into the sunshine which flooded the outside deck..

Peter stood as he had been instructed; his knees feeling shaky and his mind wishing that his penis would subside before he was bade to enter the deck area. He had placed his hands on his head making him feel foolish and vulnerable. He did not have long to wait as Ami reappeared and stood before him, an amused expression on her face. She did not speak but took a packet of wet wipes from her shoulder bag. Nonchalantly she took hold of the boy's penis and skinned back the foreskin, ignoring his groans of anguish and embarrassment she wiped around the tender flesh behind the rim of the glans. Peter jerked his hips backward, trying to escape the acute sensation to his penis. His action was stopped by a firm slap to his thigh, as she held his penis firmly.

"Stand still or your bottom will be having a little electro therapy." Ami admonished him as she reached around his hips; one hand still holding his penis and her other hand slipping the moist tissue between the cheeks of his bottom.

Peter looked upwards in despair, his embarrassment complete as the pretty young guard wiped his bottom; at the same time her delicate fingers manipulating his penis back to a full erection. Ami knew exactly handle the boy to cause the maximum sexual stimulation. Her finger occasionally grazing over the sensitive glans, sometimes a fingernail teasing open the tip of his penis, her other hand pressing hard against his anus or tickling underneath his scrotum.

"Right I think that will do! Pick up the tray and follow me. Come along hurry up, we haven't got all day." She slapped his buttocks as she let go of his penis and watched him shakily turn to pick up the tray of drinks from the table. She was satisfied to see that his penis now pointed upwards towards the ceiling, the turgid member wobbling from side to side as he moved.

She led him trough the doorway and on to the deck. Peter was so humiliated and embarrassed that he could hardly see as he stepped into the warm sunlight. It was fortunate that Ami turned and took the tray from him as he entered the deck; he was near to fainting as he took in the sight before him.

The girls had formed their reclining chairs and sun lounges into a semicircle; their bronzed bodies sat or laid in a variety of poses as they waited for their prey to step into the arena. Ami had quickly put down the tray and deftly positioned Peter to stand in the centre of the semi circle.

"Hands on your head and feet well apart, come along you know the drill by now when you are about to be examined." Peter quaked with shame and fear as he took in the sight before him. There were about twelve girls, some were wearing both pieces of their bikinis, some were topless and some were entirely naked. One thing they all had in common was their beauty!

One Oriental girl, who was entirely nude, was laid on a bright yellow sun bed. Her slender limbs stretching sinuously as she moved her position and sat up on one elbow to better evaluate the naked youth that had been made to stand naked and fully displayed.

A tall girl of Amazonian proportions stood up and stood in front of Peter as he placed his hands upon his head. Her body was as perfect as Peter had ever imagined a body could be. She was dressed in a bikini bottom, Her naked breasts were large and firm and yet her waist tapered to minute proportions above the shapely swell of her hips. Her long thighs were smooth and beautifully shaped.

She was perfectly proportioned in every way, her skin glowing with the sheen of a light summer tan. Her blonde hair was tied back and her beautiful and intelligent face broke into a smile as she addressed him. Peter was mesmerised with her beauty as she looked down at him, her even white teeth glistened between her sensual lips.

"Well young man how does it feel to be on display?" Peter was near to fainting as he looked up at her. He had always been in awe of beautiful women, and here he was being made to stand naked before a statuesque girl of sheer beauty and perfection. He blushed profusely as she looked him up and down, quaking with fear and embarrassment as her eyes looked down to his erect penis.

She placed her hand under his chin, immediately feeling the warmth of his blushing face as she made him look into her eyes. "You know Peter that you have been a very naughty boy and you are going to be punished for your rudeness." Her eyes searched his face for emotion as she spoke to him. She could see that he was near to tears as she softly stroked her fingers over his cheek. "We are going to give you a little punishment of our own before you are sent to see the captain. Any boy that can't keep control of himself deserves to be punished.

Just look at this!"

She took her hand away from his face and dropped her gaze to his erect penis, noting that the boy could not help but drop his head to follow her lead and look down at himself. A thrill ran through her beautiful body as she tapped his erect member with her fingers, watching it sway from side to side.

Peter gasped in horror and despair as she touched his penis. He felt near to fainting as she moved around to his rear. She leaned her head so that she could look over his shoulder, her soft cheek touching his. He felt her breasts press against his back as she reached around his waist and deftly took hold of his penis, immediately pulling the foreskin to reveal the head and glans. With her free hand she smacked him on the bottom.

"Don't hang your head Peter." She said softly. "Look up and look at the girls, you have been a rude little boy, a little peeping Tom. It is now your turn to be the subject of unwanted attention. If I catch you closing your eyes, I shall ask Ami to put her little device into your bottom and press the trigger and I know you won't like that will you Peter?"

Kate kept her voice low, her lips only millimetres from his ear as she held his rigid penis firmly, her fingers running up the shaft and then pulling the skin firmly back to expose him to the interested gaze of the girls. She reached around him with her other hand and gently took his left nipple between finger and thumb, her bright red nails grazing over the tender nub of flesh.

"Answer me boy, I expect you to cooperate fully with what we have in store for you." She could feel the boy's body shiver and shake with fear and embarrassment as she held him firmly. Tears of shame were rolling down Peter's cheeks as he answered her, his lips were trembling and his voice sounded hoarse.

"N...no miss, er it hurts very much."

"Ah, so you have had a taste already have you?" She looked across ay Ami who had moved to the rails, away from them so that she would not obscure anyone's view. Ami nodded her affirmation at the unasked question.

"Well young man, let me tell you what is in store for you." As Kate talked to the boy a young girl got up from one of the sun lounges. She was completely naked. Her slender body was darkly tanned all over. Colette was petite in stature, her breasts which were small and pointed, glistened with their light covering of oil as she moved in the sunlight. The darker puckered skin of the aureoles contrasted with the almost pink skin of her erect nipples. Her torso was lean and slender slimming to a minute waist and completely flat stomach. Unusually her pubic mound was plump and full against such a slender body. She was bereft of any hair except for a small patch the size of a penny above the crease of her sex.

Colette picked up a stool and moving towards Peter, placed it in front of him. She then moved behind him and out of his sight for a moment before reappearing, this time she held a small leather tawse in her hand, which she placed carefully on the stool. The two tails of the tawse hung over the edge of the stool, the stiffened handle angled straight towards him as if a pointer to his fate.

Kate was almost whispering as she held her body against the naked boy. "I am afraid Peter that you are to be punished individually by each of the girls here. You will receive no more than four stokes from each of them, but they may apply them how and where they like. I expect you to be a brave boy and take what we are about to give you with good grace. You have been naughty and now you are about to receive our punishment. Are you going to be a good boy and take your punishment like a man?"

Without warning, Kate drew his foreskin back, stretching the skin tightly before firmly slapping his bare bottom.

"Come along answer me!"

Peter could hardly stammer as he eyed the leather tawse upon the stool. He was aware that all eyes were focussed on his erect penis as Kate held his foreskin firmly and brought her other hand around to gently cup his testicles and pull them forward, displaying them for the attention of her audience.

"Argghhh." Peter groaned loudly as she held him so intimately. A ripple of predatory excitement ran through the girls as they heard him groan for the first time, a prelude to their torment of him.

Kate let go of the trembling boy and moved away from him. She felt sorry for him and yet was excited by the prospect of what they were to do to him. She realised that he was shyer than she had ever imagined a boy of his age could be. She could not stand boys or men with the arrogant bravado of the average male ego.

Instead she had turned to the gentleness and subtlety of her fellow sex. But this was different; here was a male that fitted her ideal, slim and beautifully proportioned, neatly featured and a nature that was shy and malleable. She was sure that the rest of the girls shared her views about him as she watched him standing with his hands clasped firmly to his head and his legs spread wide apart, his cheeks aflame with embarrassment and confusion.

"I think Colette should be first, ladies." She turned to Colette and smiled at her. "You may do with him what you wish, within the guidelines of what we have discussed earlier."

Peter stood and watched as the girls pulled their sun lounges even closer to the stool, which had been placed in front of him. His mind was in limbo between embarrassment and confusion, his cheeks were burning with humiliation and he still could not believe that the girls were really intent on using the leather tawse upon him. He had had an inkling earlier that this was a charade designed to frighten him rather than to seriously punish him.

He was left in no doubt to his fate as Colette stood before him and with a beckoning finger bade him follow her to the stool.

She sat down taking the tawse in her right hand as she did so. "Peter stand in front of me, I want to have a good look at you before I decide exactly how to punish you.

Peter quaked as he walked the two steps to stand in front of Colette, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he steeled himself to look down at her naked body. He had managed to keep his hands on top of his head, feeling utterly foolish as he stood in front of the naked girl. Her lithe body mesmerised him as he looked down at her, he realised suddenly exactly where he was staring and quickly averted his eyes.

"So you are up to your tricks already are you Peter?" Staring at my breasts... even at the point of your punishment for previous misdemeanours, well Peter what do you have to say for yourself?

"I'm sorry mm...miss, I really am sorry." Peter stammered as he dropped his head and looked down at his feet, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stood shivering with fear and humiliation, his shins almost touching her beautifully slender legs.

Colette placed the tawse on the deck beside her and looked at him, her pretty face showing no emotion.

"Not as sorry as you are going to be in a moment, now come closer and let me have a look at you. You are obviously incorrigible and beyond reasonable behaviour." She reached forward and placed her hand behind his knee as she bade him stand closer. She looked amused as he managed to shuffle forward a few inches, feeling utterly foolish as his legs touched her knees, his erect penis only inches away from her. "Stand with your legs apart, you silly boy, can't you do anything right." Peter blushed profusely, his cheeks aflame with humiliation and shame as she patted the inside of his thighs until he had spread his legs well apart. Her knees were now in between his legs, his erect penis only millimetres away from her naked breasts as she leaned forward and looked up at him.

"Look at me Peter and listen to what I have to say. If I catch you closing your eyes or looking away I will have Ami shock you in your bottom, do you understand me?" Peter looked at the pretty young girl, her stern face showed no emotion as she placed her hands upon his hips. "Right Peter, I am going to examine your body thoroughly and then I am going to punish that little bottom of yours!

"Now look at me and do not close your eyes." She held his gaze steadily as she slid her hands over his hips and down the side of each thigh. "Do not take your eyes from mine Peter, I want to see your shame, so you understand me?" Although his eyes were full of tears he managed to continue looking into her eyes as she smoothed her hands down each of his thighs. Peter shivered as he felt her knead the flesh before moving her hands to the inside of his legs, her delicate fingers causing him to shiver. He knew with utter certainty and dread that her hands would move upwards to his genitals. It was the utter certainty of it that caused a shiver to run through his body as inexorably her hands moved higher.

Colette could see the utter dread in his face as she mover her hands higher until the back of her hand brushed against the smoothly shaven skin of his testicles. Such was the slow deliberation of her first contact with his genitals that he jerked his hips backwards. Colette quickly smacked his thigh. "Don't you dare pull away from me, you naughty boy!" She replaced her hand on the inside of his thigh before speaking again, making sure that his eyes were still looking into hers.

"One more display like that and I will have you shocked in your bottom, do you understand?" Peter's lips were trembling and his throat was so dry with fear and shame that he could hardly speak.

"I'm sorry... er miss" Peter managed to stammer as suddenly he felt her delicate fingers cup his testicles and draw them forward from in-between his legs. Deliberately she hesitated a moment, holding his gaze steadily, before encircling his penis with her other hand and pushing the foreskin back. She could read the shame in his eyes as she held his testicles in one hand and exposed his penis fully with the other.

"Aren't you ashamed Peter, being made to stand naked while I display you like this." The tears rolled down Peter's cheeks as he stammered his reply. "Please miss, I meant no offence, I.... er I..."

Colette did not let him finish his sentence. "It is far to late for excuses Peter, take your hands off you head and come around to the side. I am going to take you over my knee and smack that naughty bottom of your."

She moved her legs and without letting go of his penis and testicles moved him until her was stood at her side.

"Over you go, there's a good boy." She let go of his testicles and placed her hand on his bottom while pulling him over her lap with a firm grip on his penis.

"There you are that's the way, now let me have a look at this bottom of yours." Her words were designed to provide the maximum humiliation as she took her hand from his penis and trapped the rigid member between her naked thighs. Delicately she placed both hands on either side of his bottom cheeks and spread them wide.

Cheekily she pushed a fingertip against his anus, watching the sphincter contract to evade the intrusion. "Now Peter I want you to relax your bottom and keep still, while I smack your cheeks". She raised her hand and brought it down in a hard smack across his bottom. "Don't you dare tense your bottom, do you hear me Peter" She started to stroke his bottom, her soft touch moving from the back of his thighs upwards and over the hillocks of his buttocks. Peter looked at the deck only inches from his face. His hands were flat against the wooden decking and his legs were dangling in the air as she stroked him gently before suddenly lifting her hand and smacking him once more with her bare hand.

"er... Yes miss, he managed to stammer as he felt her legs squeeze together, tight against his erect penis. To his horror he felt his rigid member begin to throb with the intimate contact of her soft inner thighs. He valiantly tried to relax the cheeks of his bottom as her hand stroked gently over the tender flesh.

Colette reached for the tawse and raised it high above his naked buttocks before bringing it down firmly. She watched fascinated as the leather bit into his flesh. The tawse was designed more as an implement of shame rather than that of pure corporal punishment. Although they were thick, the tails of the leather implement were soft and very pliable, giving the effect of being beaten with perhaps a wetted towel, rather than the bite of an instrument of correction.

What was realistic enough was the loud sharp slap of the tawse against bared flesh. Peter grunted at each stroke of the tawse as it was brought down quickly and firmly over his upturned bottom. He had never known such humiliation and degradation. The beauty of the girls; the shaving of his genitals; the almost casual handling of his most private parts, all contributed to his utter shame.

He felt a gentle hand take hold of his shoulder and gesture for him to get up from across the knees of Colette. His face was bright red, partly from his upturned position - and partly through the extreme embarrassment of his punishment.

He stood before her once more, obediently his eyes met hers and held her gaze as he replaced his hands on his head and stood with his legs well apart.

Colette could not help smiling as she noted his obedience and eagerness to obey her previous instructions even though she had not asked him to do so.

"Now you are to apologise to me Peter. I want you to tell me that you are sorry for being a dirty little boy." Peter held her gaze, unable to stop yet another tear rolling down his cheeks. He was aware that his penis was throbbing up and down, a fact that had already been noticed by Colette and the other girls.

"Please miss, I am so sorry... er for being a dirty little boy. I promise I will never do anything like that again." Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stammered his apologies. Colette softened her expression and stood up her body almost touching his, she slapped his penis lightly with the tips of the tawse, watching him flinch with embarrassment rather than pain.

"Right Peter, I have finished with you for a while. Stand up absolutely straight, open your legs wider and face the girls. On no account must you avoid looking at them, or anyone that addresses you directly. Are you clear on that Peter?"

Peter gulped, but obeyed, placing his hands more firmly on top of his head and opening his legs even wider as he faced the girls who were watching his every movement.

"One day you will learn to control this!" Casually she slapped his penis with a downwards stroke of the tawse, causing his rigid member to wobble up and down, before dropping the tawse on to the stool and moving back to her sun lounge.

Kate eyed the girls as they sat or longed in a semi circle around the naked boy. Although Kate could sense an air of excitement... to the average onlooker the girls would have appeared to show but a mild interest in the proceedings. The cool demeanour common to the very, very pretty girl is not merely a haughty attitude, but rather the barrier against the constant attention that their beauty itself encourages from male admirers. Even at a young age the girls would have already developed their cool and unapproachable exterior, masking any expression that could be confused with encouragement. All the girls onboard ship would, if they had been placed in a different environment, have been the beauty that stood well above the merely average.

Peter faced the girls, his body shivering with embarrassment, acutely aware of the terrible throbbing of his penis as he stood naked before his tormentors. He blushed profusely as several of the girls got up from their loungers and proceeded to form a line in front of him. He desperately wanted to hang his head in shame rather than look at them as he had been ordered to. A tall slender bodied girl stood in front of him, her long black hair cascading across her shoulder as she tossed her head. She reached out a hand and gently cupped his chin, moving his head until their eyes met. Her rich Southern American accent made him feel even smaller than he felt already.

"Now honey bunch, let's see if few more hard smacks will make Sunny Jim here go down, mmm shall we sweetie pie?"

Peter blushed profusely as she took a firm hold of his penis. "Let's just skin him back and have a good look at him shall we girls?" She held the tip of his penis with one hand and pulled back his foreskin with the other, stretching the skin tightly until the heel of her hand was pressed against the smoothly shaven flesh of his pubis. Peter could not help jerking his hips away from her as she exposed him fully.

Roslyn was enjoying herself tremendously as she felt the throb of his penis beneath her fingers. She watched her friends gather around his trembling body to see exactly what she was doing to him.

"Well you are a sensitive little fellow aren't you? Just stand still now and let's see what you're made of." With that remark she let go of the tip of his penis and grasped his testicles in the palm of her hand, her long fingernails pressing against the perineum as she squeezed and rolled the testes within the scrotal sac. Peter could only gasp at the way she handled him so nonchalantly as if she was examining a horse.

"Arrggghh...ooohhhhhh." Peter groaned aloud as he felt her squeeze his testicles firmly and stretch the skin of his penis even tighter. "Arrggghhh.... arrggghh." He groaned again as he felt one of the girls behind him, suddenly part the cheeks of his bottom and insert her slender fingers inside the crease, exploring the sensitive opening of his bottom.

The six girls seemed to close in upon him, their hands seemingly everywhere upon his body stroking their soft fingers over his torso, occasionally tweaking his nipples and squeezing the soft flesh of his bottom. Their naked or near naked bodies brushing against him as they busied themselves with examining him.

"Keep still, sweetie pie while the girls have a good look at you and then we'll smack your little bottom for you." Roslyn could see the utter embarrassment of the boy written right across his face, as she humiliated him both verbally and physically.

"O.K. girls, lets get into a line. Hey who's handing out the paddles? They are on the desk over there. Ah uh you got them honey, O.K. Bring them over and we'll get this show on the road." Peter looked aghast as he saw one of the girls carrying a pile of leather paddles with which she proceeded to hand out. Roslyn let go of his testicles but retained her firm hold of his throbbing penis as she turned away from him and addressed the girls.

"Come on... lefthanders that side and the rest of you this side." Quickly the girls formed a line as the nearest girl to Roslyn handed her a leather paddle. She turned back to Peter and placed the end of the leather paddle under his chin, lifting his head so that he was looking her straight in the eyes. She spoke to him softly, almost tenderly, watching the frightened emotion on his face and the tears welling up in his eyes.

"O.K. honey, you get to walk down the middle of us. When you get to the end of the line you walk for about another metre and then you turn around and come back. You do that twice altogether. What you must not forget is to keep your hands up on top of your head and make sure you walk nice and slowly. Do you think you can do that for me honey, mmm?"

Peter looked stupefied, his face burning with humiliation. He understood what was about to happen, having seen similar scenes at school. Where the unfortunate youth had been squirted with water pistols as they 'ran the gauntlet' as it used to be called.

He looked into her eyes, his eyes pleading as he spoke. "Please miss... er I'm sorry miss...er" She suddenly let go of his penis as he spoke and stroked her hand gently over his blushing cheek.

"Don't worry honey bunch it will all be over soon. Just manage to get it right, there's a good boy, otherwise I will make you go again." Peter felt his lips begin to quiver, he knew he was near to fainting with embarrassment as Roslyn took him by the hips and turned him to face the girls. Three of the girls were on one side and Roslyn joined the two girls standing on the other side. She turned her head to face Peter. O.K. Honey bunch start walking... and keep going past the end of the line until I tell you to turn. You got that, sweetheart?"

Peter blushed a deeper shade of red as he started to walk between the two rows of girls. He felt utterly stupid as his erect penis wobbled and bobbed up and down before him. His naked body exposed to whatever they would do to him. Two of the girls were completely naked the rest had removed their bikini tops. Peter was in awe of their beauty, he dropped his head in embarrassment no longer able to keep control of himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and walked forward blindly, trying in vain to shut out the humiliation of his ordeal.

"STOP" Roslyn's voice was like a whip, shaking Peter out of his almost trance like state. He looked up his eyes showing the alarm he felt at her sharp rebuke. "You are not to close your eyes or hang your head, now go back and start again. You do that again Sweetie and I'll squeeze your balls so hard that you will wish you had never been born."

Peter could not help crying as he looked up at the beautiful girl. The tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to muster his senses enough to speak. "I am so sorry miss... please miss" He sobbed, his knees shaking and his shoulders heaving with emotion.

"O.K. Honey just go back and start again. I will forgive you this once."

Roslyn's voice was soft and tender, almost the whisper of a loving nursemaid. Her complete manipulation of his emotions elicited exactly the response she wanted from him. She watched as he pulled himself together and walked back to his started point. She could see that he was acutely aware of his total nakedness, trying desperately to hold the cheeks of his bottom together as he turned away from them.

The girls watched as Peter started to walk between them. This time he walked upright his eyes looking straight ahead and his hands clasped together behind his head.

They had arranged themselves so that instead of being exactly opposite each other, their positions were staggered, allowing them more room to swing their paddles as well as making the line longer. They held their paddles at the ready as he approached. The first girl caught hold of his penis as he approached squeezing it as he walked past her. She let go of him as he walked directly in front of her and then raised her paddle and brought it down hard on the centre of his bottom. She heard him gasp as the paddle spanked his tender flesh. His gasp becoming louder as the second girl took hold of his testicles, her slender fingers jiggling the ball sac as he continued his progress down the line. 'Craacck' a second paddle smacked against his buttocks as another hand grasped his penis. This time it was Roslyn that pushed his foreskin back and then smacked the errant organ with her fingertips as he shuffled rather than walked between the two rows of girls.

"That's the way honey you are doing fine, she whispered before raising her paddle and smacking him smartly on the tender cheeks of his bottom.

"Arrggghhh... ooohhhh... arggggghhhhh." Peter gasped and groaned as he made his way between the girls. Although the paddles were made of softened leather, his bottom was beginning to feel sore. He twitched and shook as the girls handled him intimately, their soft hand and delicate fingers, squeezing and kneading his flesh. Peter could not believe the utter degradation he felt at having his penis and testicles being held and intimately manipulated as if he were horseflesh,

He almost skipped with pain and humiliation as the last girl pinched his penis as he walked past, before aiming her paddle low and catching the tender underside of his bottom cheeks with a mighty swipe. He continued for a few more steps before hearing Roslyn shout to him.

"O.K. Peter, you did alright that time, now turn around and come back; keep you r eyes open and lets see if we can warm that bottom of you're a little more this time.

It was like a nightmare as Peter walked back through the row of girls. Their hands left no part of him untouched, their paddles smacking him across the buttocks time and time again. He stumbled rather than walked, gasping, groaning... almost screaming with anguish as the young girls punished him diligently. Such was his pain and humiliation that he lost track of the amount of times he had walked between his row of tormentors. Tears were running down his cheeks and yet his penis was erect and throbbing with sensation as they casually handled his genitals before smacking his tender and burning bottom cheeks with their paddles. His buttocks were on fire as he came to the end of the line, his voice hoarse with his cries of anguish and pain. He was just about to turn again when Roslyn spoke.

"Stop where you are Peter, your punishment is finished for the time being." She looked at the montage of stripes and blotches across the cheeks of his bottom. She knew that twenty-four strokes of the paddle would be hard for anyone to bear and yet she was quite sure that he was crying more from the humiliation and degradation of his chastisement rather than the pain.

"Stay where you are and I will come and see to you. You may take your hands from your head, but you are not to cover yourself or touch your bottom, is that clear.?"

Peter managed to mumble a replay before unclasping his hands from his head. He flinched momentarily as he felt a soft hand upon his shoulder. "Alright Peter, I am not going to hurt you any more, come with me and I will see what I can do for you." The softness of her voice brought tears to his eyes once more as she led him to one of the sun beds and placed two large cushions across the middle of the mattress. " Now lie face down with your hips over the cushions. Come along I'll help you."

Gently she helped him kneel upon the bed. " Just spread your knees, before you lay down, that's a sweetie." Her voice was soft almost a whisper as she watched him go on to hands and knees and then with a sigh of embarrassment spread his knees apart.

Deftly she took hold of his erect penis and pulled it further between his legs as she placed her other hand on the small of his back and bade him lie down. His penis was now pointed downwards against the edge of the cushions and his buttocks were elevated well above the level of his head.

Peter felt foolish and vulnerable, acutely aware that his bottom was stuck up in the air and that his penis was in plain view for anyone to see. Roslyn came around to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. Her body, naked apart from the briefest of bikini bottoms glistened in the sunlight as she looked at the trembling boy. "Turn your head towards me Peter, Kate is bringing you a drink that you can suck through a straw while you are lying there. You still have some more smack bottoms to come, but we are going to let you have a little rest for the time being."

Peter turned his head towards her, resting it on his hand, acutely aware of the proximity of her nakedness. He felt her hand stroke over his back and over his upturned buttocks, before dipping her fingers low between his legs and gently squeezing his erect penis.

"My you are a big boy, aren't you honey bunch. Perhaps this will go down if you just lay here quietly." Peter felt her squeeze his penis once more before letting go. It felt painful having his penis held back between his legs rather than laid under his tummy. He watched as Roslyn got up from the bed and made way for Kate who had brought him a drink in a sealed cup with a long flexible straw made in clear plastic. She placed it on the deck and gave him the end of the straw. Just lean up and drink that and then you can have a little rest. Her naked breasts actually brushed against his shoulder as she leaned forward and gently kissed his burning cheek. Peter watched, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable as Kate moved away from the sun bed. Peter drank most of his drink and then rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes.

Kate and Roslyn walked the short distance to the back of the deck and through a storm door that led to their own lounge area. The room was large and spacious and like the rest of upper decks of the ship, was beautifully furnished. There were soft leather chairs and low coffee tables arranged around the room, which could have been mistaken for the interior of a smart gentleman's club apart from one item. In the middle of the room was a gynaecological chair to which was strapped a naked girl. Her shapely legs had been spread wide apart and strapped into stirrups high above her head. Her bottom was fully exposed and almost lifted off the surface of the leather-covered chair allowing access to every part of her body. Her wrists were fastened to leather cuffs set into the side of the chair and her head was laid back against a padded headrest. She was moaning loudly, her pretty mouth was wide open and her legs and hips jerked in spasms of exactly four second intervals. Kate walked over to the naked girl and nonchalantly took hold of both of her nipples between her finger and thumbs.

"Well Susanne my dear girl, what do you think of out little Easter eggs?" The naked girl panted her reply between gasping for breath. Her firm breasts heaving up and down as she jerked her hips uncontrollably

"Please miss Kate... no more I can't stand it any longer." Kate smoothed her hands over the girl's breasts before running them down across her abdomen and over the flat stomach to the lush prominent mound of her naked pubis. She cupped her hand and gripped the girl between the legs. Taking care not to disturb the fine electric cable that emerged from between the thick puffy lips of her labia.

A second cable emerged from the pink rosebud of her bottom hole, both cables being attached to a grey box that had been placed on the floor at the side of the chair.

Roslyn was already bent down on one knee at the side of the box and at a signal from Kate she turned two of the dials. Immediately the girl gasped forcefully and her hips rose off the seat of the chair in a frenzied attempt to escape the electric jolt of the egg shaped devices that had been placed inside her vagina and her anus.

"I think our girl is ready for us now, don't you Roslyn." Roslyn smiled as she stood up and placed her hands on the girl's nipples. "I will let you do the honours Kate." She said as she ran the palm of her hands over the erect nipples of the helpless girl. "Come on honey, let's see you cum for me." Roslyn bent low and kissed the girl on her lips, robbing her of breath as Kate carefully parted the neat plump labial lips and teased the clitoris free from the prepuce. Her fingers spread like scissors holding the flesh back to expose the clitoris fully. She rested her other hand on the girl's plump pubis and deliberately ran her fingernail over the engorged nub of erectile flesh, which she had just exposed. Susanne raised her hips in a violent jerk as Kate, almost cruelly teased the prominent clitoris, now rubbing over the sensitive surface with her fingertip.

Roslyn watched the girl's face; she was beginning to toss her head from side to side in abandonment as the girls expertly teased and manipulated her body towards an impending orgasm. The deep and penetrating throb of the large egg shaped electrodes allowed her no respite from her sexual torment. "Poor baby, going to have a nice big cum now are we?" Roslyn's sardonic tone further increased the young girl's feeling of vulnerability, knowing with certainty that she would be made to climax while they watched her every movement. Kate took one hand away from the girl's vagina for a split second and smacked her firmly across her exposed bottom. Immediately she returned her hand and quickened her stimulation of the young girl's erect clitoris.

Roslyn felt a thrill of excitement as the captive girl approached her climax. Suddenly her whole body stiffened, her back arched in an uncontrollable spasm and her breasts shuddered as she tensed into a rigid form. Kate's fingers were a flurry of activity, rubbing quickly but lightly over the girl's most sensitive organ. Roslyn did not betray the excitement she felt as she looked down at the beautiful distraught young girl laying prostate and spread-eagled before her. Deliberately she pinched both nipples hard and held them firmly. The girl appeared to be in seizure as she climaxed, her body held rigid in incredible ecstasy. Her hips were thrust upwards, immobile apart from the incredible quivering of her straining muscles. Her mouth was wide open and every sinew of her body straining as her orgasm was held mercilessly by the two girls with the help of the steady throbbing electrodes within her vagina and anus. Suddenly she screamed. "Argggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a prolonged wail as wave after wave of sensation coursed through her body. Kate thoughtfully put her foot over the footswitch of the grey box as the girl suddenly collapsed back on to the examination chair. Her breath expelled noisily from between her lips as her muscles went slack Her head rolled to the side and her face and body drained of any vestige of expression or strength. Kate stopped the pulse of the electrodes and gently cupped her hand over the girl's plump pubis, squeezing firmly, but being careful not to stimulate the girl further.

Gently both Kate and Roslyn stroked their hands gently over the young girl's body, a gentle and tender caress before taking their hands away. Kate lowered the stirrups to a comfortable position for her legs and Roslyn undid the cuffs that encircled her wrists.

"You rest there, sweetie and we'll come and see to you a little later on." Roslyn turned to her friend and quickly slipped her hand down the front of Kate's bikini bottom. "I guess you did enjoy that dear Kate." She laughed as she squeezed the rounded hillock of plump flesh., feeling the moist lips of her vagina. "Looks like a wet afternoon in spite of the sunshine." She laughed as she slipped her hand out of the bikini bottom and from in-between Kate's thighs.