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Spanker Creek Juliette Lima Chapter One. There's No Fool like an Old Fool. Try as you may there is only one way to avoid growing old. I was not too keen on the alternative to aging and being retired I had pursued an acting career on the local stage and in independent films. The roles offered were mostly character roles using my ordinary middle aged guy looks and since the love of my life had passed away I now found myself working with nubile young women which made me feel like the "one-eyed cat peeping in the seafood store". Had I known just how wry some of these young ladies' senses of humor I would have passed them by. I worked one local independent film which gave me the opportunity to work with two absolutely beautiful young women. My role required me to have both women stripped bare and photographed under ultraviolet light to reveal some necessary clues to locating the hidden treasure. While the characters played by the young ladies were thoroughly bad women and needed the experience of being stripped and shamed the girls themselves were two very sweet girls. I tried very hard to be respectful of them, even while I had to take seventeen takes on Mandy and fifteen takes on Marci to get the shot the director wanted. While the action was simply that of rubbing a disclosing agent on the girls' buttocks to help the UV light show the clues, and I did enjoy my work thoroughly, the director was the one requiring the repeated takes. The ladies were very good-natured about the attention I showered upon their very perfect derrieres and between takes we chatted and got aquainted fairly well. They confided they were both bisexual and were involved with each other as they simply could not find a suitable single man for each of them. I was attracted to them but knew mother and father would make mock of any approaches I might make (Mother Nature and Father Time that is). At the end of shooting we would go our separate ways they to their shared apartment I to my house on the Chesapeake Bay. I had purchased the small house located at the end of the Northern Neck on a secluded inlet called by the locals "Spanker Creek" as a vacation home while my wife was alive. Since she passed away I had not been to the house preferring to stay on our farm north of Richmond. We had used a lot of alternative energy sources at both places and the automatic system had caused a notice to be sent to my e-mail so I had to go to the beach house and check out the system and clear the problem. Before going I had a visit to the doctor for a check up, where a lump was detected on my prostate. The lump was the raison d'?tre for a visit to Dr. Pat Malone, who to my surprise was a young and attractive woman. She told me I had a more serious problem than previously thought, the lump was a tumor and I needed either surgery followed by chemotherapy and radiation therapy, or I could avail myself of her special therapy, which would remove my prostate without surgery and add years to my life. However I would spend at least a year or more as a young woman, I read the file she gave me when I got home and ran some figures on my computer. Since the act of orgasming doubled the duration amassed prior to that point, a daily orgasm would mean I spent as little as one year as a female. As few as two orgasms each day would yield twenty-six years and four months as a woman; but three a day would mean spending longer than I might possibly live as a girl. I decided to go with girlhood as my therapy, and made plans to spend my week in the therapy suit at my beach house where I could be alone and not at risk from any other people who might add to the burden or cause me amass a longer duration. I made plans to report for therapy the day after our wrap party. At our party we all sat around and shared our plans, the girls Mandy and Marci, were interested in my beach house and I allowed as how they would be welcome as soon as the next week was over as I had much to do to get ready. I was not about to get involved with two incredibly hot young women while any sexual activity might make me a girl for the rest of my life; however I sure as heck would enjoy having them during the weeks following removal of the suit when I was cruising back toward manhood. They wrote down directions to the marina where I tied up my boat and left my truck secured when at the house which had no road access or drive way. I gave them the number to call and told them about my therapy, which sort of poured gasoline on the fire, both were agog at the prospect of me spending a year or more as a girl. "So you want us to make sure you stay a woman? Or do you want us to stay away 'til after you finish up?" Mandy asked impishly. "I want to go back to being a man in due time, so I think it's best we keep temptation at bay, I should be done by Monday so why don't you girls pop in on Tuesday and we can bask in the sun and take my boat out for a cruise. If you don't want to go to the marina you can drive two miles down the blacktop and take the dirt trail for seven miles and park in the lean- to shed. There is a board causeway that crosses the swamp and will put you right on to my veranda. Pack light we have laundry equipment and I don't plan on doing much more than relaxing and soaking up sun. I do have some maintenance work pending but I should have that done well before the two of you hit the water of Spanker Creek." "Spank her cheek? Oh aren't you the kinky one." Marci purred. "Which of us you want to spank first? You know we might take you over a knee too." "Not spank her, Spanker, the creek is actually a funny squarish cove that was, to the eye of an old sailing man looked like a sail, a spanker or mizzen sail." "Oh so we might not get you up the creek with a paddle?" Mandy added. "Shoot I so wanted to add a blush to your cheeks to pay you back for those long slow strokes you took spreading that ointment on my rump.' "Yeah girl, we owe you a lot of butt rubbing after all the time you took with that scene, maybe we ought to bring a couple of paddles, so we can give us a good reason to rub the new girlish cheeks." Marci stated . "Now hold on you, I am not into pain and such, I was extending a friendly invitation to a pair of supposed friends, I did not expect to be put over a knee, or spanked. So maybe you can just stay home in the humid swelter of your fifth floor walkup apartment in the Fan, where it will be ninety-eight degrees and ninety-nine percent humidity, instead of laying on a sandy beach, in the breeze under the shade of a rustic cabana, and draining beer out of cold long necks. Hmm?" I suggested. "Oh Julian we'll be nice, you don't have to worry about us, we were just playing." Marci practically pleaded. " Do you need us to help you get to the clinic tomorrow? We could drive you there and pick you up, and bring you a nice new outfit." "Thanks for the offer, but I will take my truck because I have to transport some gear to fix one of my wind generators, and some cable to replace a guy wire. I have a lot of my late wife's clothing at the beach house so I won't need to buy a lot of clothes, and I'll need time to sort out how things are going before I have any callers. Good grief look at the time, I have to run I'm due at the clinic at six tomorrow morning." I said as I made my way down the street to my waiting pickup. I made my way home and shut down most of the power demanding equipment, turned on the automated systems and turned in. At four the alarm shrilled and I stumbled to the shower. I could not have food due to the anesthesia so all I had to do was shower and shut down the rest of the farm operations, and turn the solar and wind systems over to feeding the power grid (and my bank account). The automated yard 'bots would keep the grass trimmed, and the climate control would maintain the house at a nice level. I left at five and at quarter to six entered the clinic twenty minutes later I was stripping off my male clothing and packing it in a bag, I moved my wallet and ID to the secure locker, hung the "going home" outfit in the closet and reclined on the bed. At six thirty Dr. Malone appeared and led me through a questionnaire while the nurse videotaped me. At the end of the questioning the nurse had me make a fist so she could give me an IV injection. I awoke confused and completely unaware of where I was, I was aware that I really needed to void my bladder, I arose and stumbled to the toilet stood facing the bowl and reached for my schmuck and peed into my hand. Fortunately I took a step forward so the stream mostly flowed into the bowl and did not make a huge mess. I continued to stupidly feel for my missing manhood (or to grope myself I could not say for sure which I was doing) until the nurse spoke to me around the door. "Julian are you all right?" "Am I Julian? " I replied. "Yes you are, now wash your hands, or better yet take off that gown and get in the shower, I'll help you get cleaned up." "Do you know where my pecker is?" I asked. "Yes I do, will you get in the shower now?" "Sure, oh my did you know I have really nice hooters, and if this mirror is right I got a really cute butt." "Yes Julian I know that, now lets wash the last of the activation serum off your nice hooters and cute butt." "You're real cute your self, too bad you're wearing a bathing suit , are we going to wash each other, oh that feels good, you have such lovely hands, am I shouting, I am soooo drunk, oops that's the mating call of the round bottomed full breasted airhead. Hope no males of the shpeeeshes, speezeees, whatever are around. Oh it feels good when I wash down there, oh good grief it's .. what are you doing? I wanna wash my new pussy, it feels good when I wash my.. is that a needle? OW, ooooh" I awoke later on strapped to the bed and was shown a video of my interview and most embarrassingly the shower as well. It was then I regained my memory and finally managing to stop blushing I apologized to the nurse who helped me get dressed and took me to the cafeteria for food and the salon for a hair styling and makeup lesson. Dr. Malone reinterviewed me and was finally satisfied I had regained my memory fully. She explained the process uses large amounts of scopolamine like compounds in the anesthesia and the affect is a memory break. She then presented me with my new driver's license showing a young girl's face, and accompanied me out to where my truck was parked. I climbed up into the cab and adjusted the seat to my new size, the doctor and nurse asked me to check out my trailer hitch and electrical connector and I swiveled on the seat and slid out, and promptly hoisted my skirts up to my rib cage, completely exposing my bald pantiless crotch. They laughed as I blushed bright red and reminded me to use my running boards and be aware of the need to be pantiless as I could have some major arousal problems just putting on a pair of panties for little while. "So I can't wear a bikini on the beach." I said. "Nor a maillot, nor tennis lollies, nor jeans, or shorts or even a pair of pantyhose." The doctor replied "Any thing that can touch your clitoris will start you on a rapid trip to an orgasm cascade. There have been several men who mistakenly thought they were immune and a couple whose wives did a dirty trick on them, who ended up becoming girls forever. If somebody manages to get you in a crotch-covering item of clothing get your clothes around your knees as quick as you can. It's better to have a blushing red butt adding to your duration, that a dozen orgasms multiplying it ( one orgasm doubles the current duration, ten will multiply it by one thousand twenty four twelve will multiply it by four thousand ninety six .) " "So I just added to my duration when I showed my little puddin' and if I cover it up I might just as well be signing up to be a girl for the rest of my life." I asked. "Pretty much so, I don't know how long you might live, but it would have to be a long lifetime to get back to being a man if you had a cascade after as few as two days I was only in the suit for two days and my late ex-wife had me at forty years before I got out of the suit. Jayne here was a male nurse and his lover put a pair of pantyhose on her after tying her hands to a joist in their basement. She was left there for two hours and had more than a dozen orgasms,( we think it was sixteen to be exact), she had amassed twenty-one weeks at the time the multiplication effect left her with twenty six thousand six hundred and six years duration (the exact amount is unknown really the testing reagents just max out and show infinity as the result). Here this is a little survival kit we worked up there are a pair of scissors for your purse a bracelet who's clasp conceals a small blade, and a nice ladies watch the band conceals a knife blade for cutting rope or crotches out of clothes. Keep your cell phone charged, we have programmed an emergency number 7777777777 as memory 77 if you program a voice dial now we can help you before you leave. The number will ring and start a GPS plot on you ." "Why are we doing this out on the parking deck?" I asked "I have to hire women as nurses and clerks because the law requires it, but I damn well don't trust a one of them, the only women you can trust are men who used to be women, I made a call while you were out, your sister Marie Lanford and her husband went through the treatment, so you can call on them, they also live in the Richmond area as well. They are going to meet up with us here and follow along to your boat so you have an easier transition than Jerry did, she had a rough pair of days and ended up in a shootout with one of my women nurses and her lover. She also ended up as an infinite girl just as her wife turned husband ended up infinitely male. Here they come now." I saw a very handsome pair approaching us the man was over six feet tall and solidly built, the woman only moderately shorter and fully pregnant, but beautifully so. I have heard of women glowing as they gestated but Jeri Lanford-Langebruck was one for the books. She was classically beautiful with chiseled visage that would grace a cameo or a statue of Aphrodite, a figure that pregnancy could not mar, only enhance. The two attended to the surroundings with a care that spoke of harsh surprises and hard fights. My tall, dark and handsome cousin greeted me with a warm hug and kiss as did her spouse. "Hi Marie, you look well." I managed to say. "Call me Martin it causes fewer eyebrows to rise. Well Julian you look nice I bet you come out just as sweet as Jeri did, doesn't she look nice?" "Yeah, Jeri you look like the poster girl for gestation. I don't think I've seen a better looking woman since my wife died." "Well that's a very nice compliment, I always thought your wife, Sandi, was one of the most beautiful women I ever had the pleasure of meeting." Jeri responded. "Okay Julia you take care, I'll see you Thursday to pop you out of the body suit." Dr. Malone said. "Thursday! I thought we would meet on Monday? Aren't I supposed to stay in only one week?" I sputtered confusedly. "One week from when you awake, the activator hasn't enough opportunity to get the process started until you awake, and the dormant period is four days, so Thursday is the seventh day." She replied. "You have that 'deer in the headlights' look that tells me you have a guest coming over before Thursday and had some risqu? plans that now scare the tar out of you" Martin said. "I have two young ladies who might stop by on Tuesday for a protracted stay, and I sort of flirted heavily with both, and implied I would be inclined to join in any mutually enjoyable play. I told them I would be able to play around so they might think they can be a bit more active than will be practical." I was feeling a hot blush flow up my torso as I spoke. "Well it would serve you right for flirting with young women at your age, if they did make you spend more time than you like as a girl. We will look in every day and make sure you don't end up over a barrel, and squealing from passion, pain or panties. Now let's get going we have to drive for quite a ways, do you want Jeri or me to ride with you?" Martin asked. "Oh you don't need to ride with me, I'll be all right." "I wasn't ask if you wanted one of us I was giving you a choice of which of us would go with you. You should not try a long trip by yourself, and you sure as heck won't as long as we are around. Now chose." "Oh Marie why don't you let Jeri ride with me, we can have girl talk, and all that." "Good choice, simplex frequency of 145.675 and low power sound okay to you?" "Sure" Jeri and I replied as one. I climbed back into the cab of my pickup and switched on the ICOM 706 Mk II G and selected 2 meter FM for the band and tuned to the simplex frequency suggested. Jeri entered the cab we belted in and drove away with Martin in contact over the mobile rig. We drove on toward the Northern Neck and stopped for lunch at Lowery's in Tappahannock. After eating lunch Martin switched places with Jeri and we continued on our way, still connected by radio to Jeri and chatting animatedly using the VOX control so that our conversation could flow. We finally arrived at the marina outside of Foxwells and secured my pickup in its shed after loading the supplies onto the fifty foot long Chesapeake Bay deadrise, Sandi and I had bought years ago when life was simpler. I looked at the name on the transom and had a bit of nostalgia at the name "Party Girl of Spanker Creek". We had not had much of a party after Sandi had sickened from the ravages of her cancer, and now I was alive and rejuvenated but missing the one person I wanted to be around, especially on the bay. Martin sent Jeri on to their house in the SUV, and accompanied me on the boat. I kicked off my impractical shoes and pulled on an old pair of deck shoes and as Martin cast us off I moved off at dead slow steering from the flying bridge so I could enjoy the salt air. As I made our way out to the channel Martin joined me and laughed quite robustly. "And what pray tell Mr. Martin is so amusing to you?" I asked "I always am amused by young women who are oblivious to the wind blowing their skirts up and exposing the many feminine charms they have." Martin replied. I looked to see the billows of my sundress had risen to my waist and I was exposed fore and aft. I turned to Martin and told him to take the helm. As I started below we crossed into the swells of the bay and the breeze freshened I grasped the ladder to descend to the deck and felt the fresh breeze blow the loose sundress fully up over my head. As the hem blew up in front a small snag on the bottom of one rung of the ladder near the top hooked the thin fabric. I missed the next to last rung and slipped off the ladder and almost fell overboard. There I hung clinging to the bottom rung dangling nude over the side, with my dress turned wrong side out fluttering from the ladder just out of my reach. I swung my legs up but missed the gunwale and as Martin sped up a wave slapped my deck shoes off my feet and the increased breeze blew the sundress off the ladder. I struggled to get my foot over the gunwale and for a moment hung by foot and hands with the chilly waves splashing my naked crotch. I called Martin to help me but I could not be heard over the throaty roar of the twin diesels. I finally flexed my leg and levered my naked self on deck, slipping on the deck and sitting with a hard slap on the engine cover. I retrieved the sundress but was unprepared for the next swell and slapped my naked bottom again on the deck, dropping the dress as a wave caught us and washed the aft deck taking the bright fabric out the scupper. I made my way over to the helm in the cabin and opened the hatch to the flying bridge "Martin" I shouted. "I have the helm below get down here and help me, I'm naked." Martin quickly made his way to my side and then headed below to some bags he had put aboard. He brought back a terrycloth wrap that was oversize and covered my torso from armpits to knees and had elastic at the top and waist, along with secure hook and loop fasteners. He steered while I dressed and we made one big circle and retrieved the well-soaked sundress, which I relegated to the forecastle deck. The rest of the short cruise was uneventful and we tied up my dock and unloaded the supplies for my stay. As we finished Jeri arrived in the Bayliner she and Martin owned and after we shared a laugh at my story of how not to go below, and a cold beer from the cooler Jeri had brought we grilled a trio of steaks and dined as the sun set. Since they did not want to try to navigate the bay in the dark I made up our guestroom and we sat in my control room and brought the systems for the house back to occupied status and ran diagnostics on the wind generator that had sent the trouble message. The fix the next morning promised to be quick and simple as the guys were loosened and the excessive sway allowed the savonous turbine to not keep full contact with the clutch so the flywheel would drop below speed and the output voltage would drop. I proposed we turn in and Martin stopped me, "You need to have your daily orgasm before you turn in. Why don't you go in the bathroom and make yourself come, then get your nighty on, take a urine sample for duration testing, and then we'll all turn in?" "I don't want to masturbate when people I know are around and know I'm doing it. I blush just thinking about you waiting for me to come, and besides what if I make noises and you all laugh at me. Oh look I'm blushing just talking about it. Oh I know I have to do it but the idea of doing it while you wait for me is too embarrassing." "Would you like for one or both of us to help?" Jeri asked. "What do you mean? Have a three-way? Just you and me go play? I would not be able to face Martin if I had sex with you or face you if I had sex with him." "I have a solution that will make you come and not let you know who did you." Jeri replied "What are you going to do?" "Now just trust us, and don't struggle or be tense, here let me blindfold you." "Okay, oh why are you tying my hands to the baluster of the stairs, I don't think I can squat this low for very long. What's that? Oh it's a vibrator and you have it loooobed ooooh my my my ccccccc uuunnnn. I I I I I I'm cummming!!!!!!!!!!" I was untied from the baluster and led to the bath where Jeri removed the blindfold and left me to shower and don my nighty. I climbed into bed and slept until the alarm roused me to start my work. After breakfast the three of us quickly tightened the guy wires on the savonous turbine and saw the flywheel assembly quickly come up to proper speed and the output voltage of the generator soon was stable and the system was soon sending sixty hertz AC off to the grid. I saw Martin and Jeri off and returned to my sun deck atop the house where I coated myself with sunblock and rested for one hour. I returned below and in the cool of my great room powered up my HF rig and selecting the massive 160 meter loop antenna began to seek a band with open spaces. I stumbled across a French station calling CQ on 10 meters and surprised to have good propagation on 10 in the low end of a sunspot cycle I replied, and chatted for several minutes with Andre. Who told me he was delighted to hear a YL (young lady) on the air. After his XYL (wife [ex young lady]) called him away I found a frequency, and began to call "CQ 10 CQ 10 CQ here is NY4FM, calling CQ and bye". In ten minutes I had my first reply an OM (old man) in Morocco also delighted to hear a YL, and as I closed with Amahl I had at least five responses, and soon I had a bona fide pile up, so I tuned my second VFO and began to listen up five kilohertz and worked a dozen countries and as the greyline moved over me I began to work VE's in Canada and Midwestern and western states of the US, as full dark engulfed me the band closed and I tallied the day's workings, twelve new band entities on 10 meters and two dozen states and half of Canada, all because I had the YL voice now. I had heard Sandi's voice described as being worth 3 dB of gain in the daylight and 6 dB at night. I had finally experienced just how she had felt all those years we had contested and she had put more contacts in the log in ten minutes than I had in a half hour. I switched to lower frequencies and found more activity on 40 meters, but also gigantic noise from commercial stations, I listened to some sideband that was barely copiable but it was too faint to hear. As I tuned around my stomach growled loud enough to call me back from the search for more contacts and I left the rig to go find food. I fed myself and remembered I hadn't picked up my mail. Looking at the clock I saw it was late so the trip to the mailbox would be done in the dark. I started to walk the causeway to my dirt road to the mailbox and remembered the one and only streetlight was positioned over the mailboxes so my naked rump needed some kind of cover. I made my way to Sandi's closet and spotted her long-sleeved full-length leotard, which had always looked so good on her. I impulsively grabbed the clingy garment and slipped it up my legs and shrugged the long sleeves up my arms, gasping as the stretchy neck opening flicked my nipples and as the formfitting garment slipped over my skin. I slipped a pair of Sandi's heels on to protect the stocking feet that terminated the legs of the leotard and set off for my late night walk. As I walked the stretchy fabric slipped into my crevices and soon my nipples and clitoris were rigid and I was growing more aroused. About one hundred yards from the mailbox I remembered the proscription against wearing any panties or other clothing that would rub against my crotch, so I thought I would run to the mailbox then quickly run back to the shelter of the bushes and strip. I forgot that I was quite incapable of running in the heels; so my attempt just caused more breast jiggling and worked the fabric deeper into my labial fold. I reached down with my left hand and pulled the fabric of the crotch out of my folds and stretched the fabric so my clitoris was now free from the friction. I was surprised at 1) how wet the fabric was and 2) how slick to the touch the wet fabric was. I tried to quicken my pace but pulling a leotard crotch in one hand and running in high heels are not mutually compatible behaviors. I was only five feet from the mailbox when I slipped on the loose gravel and pitched face first toward the ground. I let go of the wet leotard crotch and threw my hands out to catch myself. The now cold wet crotch snapped softly into my still aroused clitoris as I fell face first into a bog next to the mailbox. I splashed solidly in the slippery mud and slid down the bank into deeper mud. I submerged fully in the loose tidal silt and smuggled to rise. Trying to raise myself I pulled my knees toward my chest and promptly pulled the now sodden and muddy leotard crotch deep into my labia, causing me to spasm and buck my hips. As I spasmicly twitched, my knees slipped deeper in the mud and my crotch squished into the mud with a sensuous caress. I tried to grab the leotard crotch and pull it away from my pulsing womanhood, but found I only stroked my clitoris and stoked the coming orgasm more fully. I rolled over on my back and tried to sit up and was rewarded with the soft squish of mud caressing my sex and the fabric rubbing me closer to a shattering orgasm. I reached up to the neck to pull the infernal garment off and succeeded only in getting it under my breasts, and pinioning my arms to my side so that I could not pull it off my lower body, nor could I now reach the crotch to tent the fabric rubbing me closer to a cascade of orgasmic spasms. I tried to calm myself but the spasms were building and I was beginning to shout aloud, making an awful loud racket of moans, and sobs of fear, embarrassment, and sexual arousal. I screamed as my orgasm started and continued as two more sent flares of pleasure coursing from my crotch to the rest of my body. In mid spasm I felt hands upon my leotard and felt the sodden wet garment slip from my waist to my ankles, removing the fabric that had gnawed my clitoris into paroxysms of sexual pleasure. " Please don't rape me" I moaned. "Oh great my dumb ass brother turned sister thinks about being raped now, where was that caution when you put on this leotard. God! Look at you! Mud from asshole to appetite and dumber than a box of claw hammers." "It seemed like a good idea at the time" I replied. "Well I'm all muddy and you are now naked, it's the same distance from here to my house as it is to yours so lets go to my place where we can spray you off with the hose then send you packing in something less likely to bust your skull with more orgasms than you can live with." Martin snorted "I can make my way home now Martin. I don't know why I put that unitard on except that Sandi always looked so good in it and I miss her so much, would it be too much trouble for you to come to my place and bring my mail in with you?" "What's a brother for if not to lift that barge and tote that bale for his big sister. You caught enough crap when we were younger, remember how you had to totter home in those high heels when you fell asleep at my girlfriend's house. Oh God we were so mean to you, but you were so funny with that pink taffeta party dress and the make up with your hair all teased into a pouf. I apologize now for sewing the back of the dress shut so you had to have Mom let you out." "You sewed me into that thing? Damn Martin I walked 5 miles in those heels who glued the ankle straps? You?" "No Sandi's little sister did that along with using the double face tape on the gloves so you were unable to get them off without help. Sandi told me she decided she would marry you that day when she saw how pretty you looked. She had you in dresses an awful lot over the years didn't she?" "Yes she did every Halloween I was in a new dress and the clubs she would join always seemed to throw a 'womanless wedding' or womanless beauty pageant for me to join. She once had us vacation in Ayden NC so she could have me enter the Miss Collard Festival pageant. One of the reasons we have this place is so I could payoff her darn wagers. Do you remember about five years ago when we were here?" "Yes I do she told me she was going to make you pay a bet off by being her maid for a month so we just had to visit. You were so funny when we pulled up at the dock in our boat and you saw what you thought were Jerry and me, only Jerry was the one in a dress since he had lost the same kind of bet. You boys never caught on to our game plan, we would do some rigorous research to catch you two and get both dressed in what we knew would give you a fit. That summer was the one when we had you sunbathe every day in those cute bikinis, boy did Jerry toe the line until that tan faded." "Here go ahead and start your shower under the outdoor shower on the left, Martin. I'll bring you a change of clothes from the closet after I get the mud out all my nooks and crannies." We showered the silt off our skins and out of our hair and when I finished I padded naked and wet into my house where I grabbed two towels for myself and one for Martin. I wrapped myself in the big bath towel and turbaned my wet hair with the other. I took Martin the smaller bath towel that I knew would not be wearable as a wrap and left it within his reach while whisking away all the clothes he had worn before. I shouted over the shower wall "I have your things laid out for you in the den, dry off and come on in" Martin entered my den with his towel covering his crotch and did a double take at the clothes I had for him. A pink taffeta party dress and all the lacy underpinnings that would go with it as well as a pair of white ankle strap pumps with five-inch heels. "Martin you remember that saying about revenge?" "Hey Julie it's been thirty or more years I thought you were over it by now." "Well I had made peace with the memory, especially since I did have my first real kiss with Sandi when she came over to apologize when you all got grounded for the rest of the summer. But Marie this is too good an opportunity to let go. Now you get going on putting the gear on your rear and I'll just tend to the video camera and lace up you corset nice and comfy." My erstwhile sister donned the lingerie and dress and only gasped once when I pulled the laces taut and hourglassed her waist to 70% of her hips so she looked nice and curvy. The blonde wig and makeup returned Martin to his former female looks and now Marie looked back at me as she had years before. "How about that a perfect fit, and just in time for Jeri to get here so you can go out to dinner at Crocket's Restaurant over in Lillian." I picked up my purse and hit my hair with a brush to liven it up added a smidgen of lip gloss and steered Martin/Marie out the door and down the boardwalk where we met Jeri in the Mercedes the couple owned. I slipped my not so little sister into the back and hopped in the shotgun seat. "To dinner driver and don't spare the horses." I said and Jeri spun the tires and threw gravel and oyster shell from the drive into the creek. We had a pleasant night out with much laughter and a good amount of good Virginia wine found a temporary home in Marie and me. We made our way home after dinner and after enjoying Martin's foray onto the dance floor with a rather large local with a far to familiar way of placing his hands when dancing. Martin had laughed at my dance with him especially when his groping had raised my skirt hem to the point of allowing my garters to show. Since Jeri was pregnant he ignored her and she nearly laughed her way into labor as she watched both of the Langebruck kids try to cope with the massive paws of Kevin Crocket. We made our escape by having Jeri pay the bill while we visited the ladies' room, and slipped out the exit. Our trip home was uneventful until we arrived at the glade in the woods where our properties divided and my alternate entry started. There beside a well worn Jeep stood Marci and Mandy. Now my week had taken on a whole new turn. Chapter Two. Spanks For the Memories. Mandy and Marci stood cutely in the headlights' beam and I walked toward them unaware of the light shining through my thin dress revealing my nude silhouette. "Oh girls I wasn't expecting you this early, I wanted you to come after I was out of the therapy suit. I guess we should go get your stuff put away, do you have bags?" "Just a couple of small ones with clothes." Replied Marci. "We packed light." They joined me over at Martin and Jeri's car and had a good laugh at my telling them of how Martin ended up in the pink horror and how we had had to fend off the paws that reefed dresses. They really had a laugh when Martin told about my dance without pants and how my partner had tried to lift me by the waist and had shown my bare butt to all and sundry. I had not known I was on total display so the retroactive blushing was spreading hotly under my dress as we said good night and I took my unexpected guests home. We stopped to pick up the girls' bags and they handed me a gift- wrapped package. I was surprised by the weight and after I showed the pair their room, we repaired to the den to open my gift. I opened the flat box to find seven paddles labeled with the days of the week and a hand carved stand to hold them one above the other. "Now don't get any ideas of using these on me" I sputtered. Each was a five inch wide by fifteen inch long wooden slat of fine grain fir with one smooth side engraved with the day of the week and the other side delicately etched with a round female bottom and the calligraphic legend, this side up on the buttocks and this side down on the face of the paddle. I laughed uneasily as the girls told me how they had met Martin and Jeri at the clinic while I was sedated and the whole story of what could be used to make duration longer had arisen. They had known about the paddles from a friend that sold them in a 'fetish' store. They assured me they had no intention of making me go over their knees, and were just here for the sun, salt water, and beer. Mandy looked at me minxishly and added "We won't take you over our knees but we will take you between them." "Well if you insist I suppose I should show you basic hospitality, but I've already had far too many orgasms tonight." I explained how I had violated the rule about keeping my crotch bare by wearing a unitard and then compounded the error by falling in the mud. After the laughter at my verbal picture died Mandy produced a coin and said "Call it in the air Marci." "Heads" said Marci. "Heads it is" Mandy replied. "Do you elect to receive or kick off?" "I'll defer to the second half, Julie you may have the honors." Mandy stood and slipped her shorts and panties off to reveal her crotch and its dark brown landing strip. She stepped out of the garments and deftly whipped the tank top off to reveal her perfect hemispheres. Marci led her over to the sofa where I sat and pulled me to my feet and lifted my dress over my head, as Mandy turned sideways Marci removed a throw pillow from the sofa and guided me to a kneeling position upon it. Mandy tenderly held my head and pulled my mouth into her moist inviting cleft. My head was pushed in further as Marci thrust her crotch into the back of my head and I was humped by both girls as they kissed passionately. When Mandy was spent they swapped places and I was fed on Marci's sweetness. We repaired to the master bedroom where we cuddled until we all three were asleep. My third morning of womanhood dawned and I slipped from between the sleeping girls by inching feet first to the foot of the bed. I thought I was being subtle but Mandy who was to my rear sensed the opening somehow and snuggled forward as my head was between her crotch and Marci's sweet bottom, thrusting my face into the musky cleft. As she sensed the pressure Marci moved her uppermost leg and the cleft was opened and my mouth was pressed firmly to the tiny pucker. I placed a kiss upon the proffered part and then slipped out to shower and dress before breakfast. As the coffee brewed and the bacon fried the girls appeared in alphabetical order. I greeted each with a kiss and had a chuckle to myself as I kissed each upon her mouth. The day was most uneventful I sunbathed nude with the girls and we lavished sunscreen upon each other and it was so sensuous rubbing the scented oils into the soft feminine skin. Both girls spent extended time rubbing upon my buttocks, telling me I was getting back some of the strokes I had given. We dined on steaks and consumed several beers each as the day wore on, and generally had a resting day. When evening came we showered off the sunscreen and once dressed we walked over to Jeri and Martin's house and had a superb dinner prepared by my younger sibling and his beautiful spouse. We chatted into the night and about midnight the three of us made our way back to my house in the pitch black Chesapeake night following the dim light of the path lights Jeri and I had installed along the path during our summer visit years earlier. Mandy stoked my breast through my thin dress and asked me why the lights were the way they were. I explained Jeri and I had built the solar powered lights using light emitting diodes. "Why are the ones on the boardwalk blue and the ones in the pathway read and green?" Marci asked. "The blue ones mark a 'taxiway' as Jeri and I decided and the ones on the land path mark a channel so when you stay with red to port and green to starboard you have you need fewer lights over the distance covered. Look back now that we are past the set of markers here and you see the red backs up a green and vice versa. " "Why did your brother say 'follow the bikini lights' when we left?" Mandy asked. "Years ago when we put these lights in Jerry and I had to pay off a bet we had made with our wives. Sandi had met me when one of her girlfriends and Marie (who's Martin now) had found me asleep from some really strong cold medicine and had stripped me bare and after removing my body hair had dressed me in a corset, lingerie, a pink taffeta dress, made up my face and glued a blonde wig on my head. Sandi's little sister had been visiting and took part also so I awoke out in a little park near (if five miles is near) Sandi's house and I staggered up to the door looking for help. Sandi took me home because her home was still five more miles from mine. (She later confessed she had picked the location to leave me so she could keep watch and see when I woke up.) Well over the years Sandi found more opportunities to make me dress up. I have been in 'womanless weddings' and 'womanless beauty pageants' every Halloween I've worn a dress, and she would make bets with me which I had to pay off by wearing woman's clothing. Marie got in the act as well and when we put in these lights we were wearing bikinis during the midday so we would get bra marks. Any way these have always been the 'bikini' lights." "So you had a little FemDom in your marriage." Mandy remarked. "Not really I got my share of 'stupid husband tricks' I had to do. No real domination things, I have had to come home from a costume party in just my panties and bra because of a forfeit assessed when I was on the losing end of a game the women cooked up. I was left at a motel after one party with just women's clothing and my car keys. That was rich since I had the only car and five other guys got left with only lingerie to wear and we had to relay back and forth with the two dresses and the guys had to wait in their undies in the car, and strip off the dress in the car. I got to keep my dress since I was relaying the one other dress to the guys in the motel rooms. " "That must have been funny to see." Said Marci. "The maids at the motel got a big laugh out of it, especially since the seats of the two dresses were printed with signs reading 'Our wives decided we could get in their pants last night so the sign on mine 'til I got home. I made five trips through the motel lobby with the other guys and helped four guys home to apartment buildings, so everybody got to see me prance in that darn dress." "Wow you had quite a relationship with Sandi. Did you love her that well?" Mandy asked. "I have had few days since she died that were really good, last night was the first time in eighteen months that I didn't wake up crying. I guess you two have snapped me out of my grief." "Well which of us do you want to give you your orgasm?" Marci asked "Why don't you two sort that out?" I replied. "Okay we'll flip for it again, unless you've done one of us a special service." "Define special service." "Somebody kissed my ass this morning. Was it you Julie?" Marci asked. "Well yes I did get my face pushed in between your cheeks by Mandy as I slipped down the bed between you. " I admitted. "Okay I claim the right to give you a licking." Marci said. "Well where does Mandy go?" "She gets to face sit you while I eat the little baldy down there. And I get to be given head by you after you cum and finish with Mandy." "I guess I should get my dress off." "You get stripped by us after we strip each other, you have to watch us undo everyone of these buttons on these dresses, and we have to kiss each other ten times before we undo each button." Mandy replied. "And keep you hands off of that pussy, we are going to make this an agonizingly slow stripping. We want you really hot before we start work on you." Marci added. I laid upon the sofa and watched the two girls kiss and unbutton, and take far longer than I thought possible to unbutton the dresses. Once the dresses were off the removal of the tiny thong panties was drawn out for what seemed an eternity as well. Once both girls were naked they started kissing and stripping me and soon I was panting and just before they made the final arrangement of bodies I was peeled bare and laid supine upon the unfolded futon. Mandy stood above me and knelt with a knee on each side of my torso with my arms between her calves and my sides. I was reaching upwards with my mouth for Mandy's sex when she planted her anus fully on my mouth and rocked back pinning my head to the floor. I kissed and licked the tiny pucker and Mandy grasped my knees and lifted my butt up to meet Marci's questing tongue. With a rocking motion Mandy returned my kisses and alternated between smothering and releasing my nose with her cheeks, and I lost in the bliss of Marci's licking tongue. I felt my orgasm start and being bound by the legs of Mandy and smothered by her beautiful ass the spasms were so intense I screamed into the anus I was kissing. It was some time before I could recover enough to pleasure Marci who was treated just I as I had been. When Marci recovered we double-teamed Mandy and I devoured her sopping wet pussy as Marci sat upon her face. Monday morning I arose and used the reagent kit to see just how long I could expect to stay a girl, only 162 days a mere 44.5 % of one year. With just a little care I would only be a girl for a little over 7 years. And I would have the pleasure of two beautiful women for the rest of the week. I used my computer's spreadsheet and projected duration with a spanking severe enough to add a day to each remaining day and saw the addition of a spanking would do me no harm. I decided the girls would be told to redden my cheeks if a good game could be made of it. I prepared breakfast and served the girls as they arose. We strolled out to the dock and applied sunscreen to each other. "Did you enjoy your face sitting?" asked Mandy. "Immensely, and you?" I replied. "It was just incredible. The first time I had that done to me it was my sorority sisters during hell night and we had to perform a three girl sexual stunt as a entr?e into our frat boy prank. Carlotta thought it up and sat on my face while Cindy ate me and I thought I was going to die. Turned out Carlotta was the goat though she really hated it when afterwards we all had to switch places and she had to eat Cindy's pussy, and she was really bent when I plopped my ass down on her mouth. She thought we would only perform once for the horny frat pledges we had had delivered to us naked and tied to chairs. She got over her distaste though she and Cindy live on a farm in Goochland County and raise alpacas." "What happened to the frat boys?" I asked "We crossdressed them as school girls and made the three of them stand in front of a chalk board and write a really demeaning sentence one thousand times. The sentence was real long and made them tell how much they loved wearing panties and getting spanked. We also jerked them off in their panties and sent them back to the frat with "I love being spanked" written on their panty seat. We saw the three of them on campus afterwards and had a ball humiliating them in front of their dates. The three girls they were dating later pledged our sorority and we turned them every which way 'til they were begging us to take them as slaves. We let the three boys have them as a peace offering. Our sorority was disbanded the next year when we had three society girls get arrested for indecent exposure. Of course it wasn't their fault our three slaves had gone over the top and glued the three snots to the front window of a local department store. That was sight three shaved twats pushed tight against the glass with their calves and hands glued tight to the glass. They were told the window was painted over on the outside and the girls had no way of seeing out at night, but when we turned on the spot lights for all on campus to see the three on display all hell broke loose. Come morning the chapter was dissolved and we were all tossed out on our asses." "Good grief you were a hellion, was Marci in this sorority with you?" "Oh no she was a barbarian and worked at a local titty bar as a dancer to make tuition, I met her when we were both in a cheap short subject and had to play sorority girls and get spanked by the producer's girlfriend." "Oh hey you all talking about Delia?" Marci said as she entered the kitchen. "That cow really liked slapping us on the ass with that paddle Davy made for her." "Yeah that's when I learned to love and loathe spanking games. Delia would do us over the knee and make us spell out the words she drew at random, she had no words less than ten letters long and if you misspelled the word she redid the spanks and you counted the letters out." "Too bad we can't take you over a knee before we give you your orgasm Julie. A dozen swats on the can makes you so ready for loving. And the orgasm is so intense. Mandy will you spank me tonight?" "Only if you ask me three time for every stroke being especially humble and keep the rear in the clear all day." Mandy replied. "Please Mandy spank my soft round bottom with a hard stinging swat, I so want you to make my ass bright red." Marci said as she pulled her panties off and pulled her tee-shirt off. Without thinking I pulled my loose dress over my head and stammered "Please Mandy spank my soft round bottom with a hard stinging swat, I so want you to make my ass bright red." "Oh Julie and Marci what will you give me for a hard sting swat, a kiss on my ass or a lick on my twat?" Mandy teased. "Ask her for a swat again after I do and follow my lead." Marci whispered in my ear before saying, "Pretty please Mandy make my ass red and hot, for every spank you give I'll lick your sweet twat. Make me squeal loud, long, and clear and for every swat I will kiss on your rear." I followed Marci's lead and repeated "Pretty please Mandy make my ass red and hot, for every spank you give I'll lick your sweet twat. Make me squeal loud, long, and clear and for every swat I will kiss on your rear." "Well girls I am agreeable to swat on each rear, in return for a kiss and a lick for my parts. Ask me once more and I'll agree to one swat, then wait for one hour and I'll consider one more. Julie don't you want to as Marci for some spanks, I will only give out twelve and it's going to take till nine tonight for you both to finish asking. Make up your own pleas for Marci and don't say the same thing twice. I will hold a spanking party at 9:30 PM so get your pleas ready every hour three askings are allowed. What do you say Julie?" "My ass needs spanking Miss Mandy I beg Please lay me over your beautiful leg Swing the paddle and make me squeal hisses On your ass and pussy I will rain kisses." "And Marci what have you got to say to her?" Mandy prompted "Please Miss Marci I beg you here Put a blush on the chubbs of my rear. In return for the spanks I will kiss with glee The soft places between each knee." I repeatedly asked Marci as I did Mandy and pledged kisses and licks to both, after six hours we were set to doing arousal tasks like standing face to face and rubbing our nipples together and saying "we are getting spankings" over and over. Mandy made me kneel behind Marci as she bent over and chant "I am so happy I get to kiss Marci's ass." The act of repeating the words and thinking about being spanked all day had my nipples rock hard and my pussy sopping wet. At nine we both made our last pleas and were told the counts we had earned, I was to get twelve from each girl and would give three licks for each stroke upon each girls pussy and three kisses for each stroke upon each ass. I replied "I will lick each pussy 36 times and kiss each ass 36 time then." "No Julie you are getting 24 stokes do the math again and add fifty percent penalty for being stingy with your mouth in repaying spanks. " Mandy corrected me. "I will give each of you 108 licks and 108 kisses?" "Yes Julie and give us each a tip of 10 % as well" Mandy replied. "Oh Julie how will you be having your orgasm tonight? If we are to spank you it would be beneath our dignity to use our tongue on your pussy and a hand that swings a paddle should not stroke a clitoris" "I will stroke my clitoris with my hand." I replied. "How will you do that with your wrists tied to your ankles. Mandy's dozen will be over the knee, Marci won't be able to sit with her red tail so she will put you in the bent position and tie you to keep you from standing, you get to stay there until midnight while we will accept our kisses and licks. We want to see you come sweetie but you don't get to be untied until you have had your orgasm." "I don't know what to do will you help me find a way?" I begged. "Do you have a vibrator or dildo?" Mandy asked "Jeri and Martin had one Friday night but I was blindfolded and don't know where it was stored." "Well call them up and ask." Mandy snapped I stood naked in front of the two girls and called my sister's house and got her answering machine. I asked her to call me and saw Mandy shake her head, I asked her to please pick up if she was screening calls and Mandy tapped he wristwatch and made ticking sounds. Jeri answered breathily and I knew I had interrupted their lovemaking. I asked where the dildo was and heard my former sister laugh. Martin took the phone from Jeri and said "I have it here I dropped it in the tote bag do you want me to bring it by tomorrow?" "Martin I need it tonight." "What's the rush just use your finger." "I'm getting spanked and tied up and I won't be able to reach my finger, please Martin the girls have me over a barrel I need that dildo." I was sounding so whiny as I pled for help. "Okay crybaby I'll bring it to you before 10 tonight, will that be soon enough?" Mandy took the phone from me and talked to Martin softly while Marci led me to the den where she rubbed on my nipples and kissed my mouth with a lot of tongue. She held me behind my head and pulled me into a bent angle drawing my face toward her spread legs. Thinking she was seeking a licking I opened my mouth and leaned and was pushed lower so her thighs grasped my neck. She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them apart and Mandy stuck a slimy object into my anus. Marci released me and I stood up and felt my anus start to burn. Marci held my hands and pulled me across Mandy's lap. The burn kept me from clenching my buttocks and the paddle labeled Monday crashed into my bottom. I squealed and flailed my legs grinding my pussy into Mandy's knee. Eleven more swats crashed into my ass and the fire in my chubbs was joined by a throb from my pussy. As the twelfth swat left me sobbing I hung limp and an additional swat blasted through me. "There I made it a baker's dozen." Mandy announced. She and Marci draped me over a well stuffed arm chair and tied my hands to the back legs. "Can't have you watching Marci when she's being humiliated when she's also going to put a dozen in you later. Now no peeking Julie, just listen and dread the next twelve and think about how many kisses you want to want to add on for that extra cracker." Mandy was chortling now. "Look at that gaping gash Marci. Bet she wishes she had asked a few questions first." "Yeah you're right she should have thought about how many was in a dozen and she sure should have asked why I was so keen on being spanked." "Well let's blush up that set of sweet buns Marci." I hung impotently as the sound of slaps and girl squeals came to me. Marci and Mandy untied me and stood me in the middle of the room pulling my feet apart with the table legs and lowering my shoulders onto two footstools they bound my wrist to the legs as well. Marci gripped the paddle and delivered a slicing stoke that slid across my red swollen cheeks and added friction to the impact with the burning in my anus still at full bore I was unable to prepare for the impact nor could I see to anticipate the stoke. I was sobbing and begging for mercy and by the last stroke I was squealing "Marci please just let me lick you I'll lick you a thousand times ten thousand times, just stop. Oh my ass is on fire. Mandy stop her. Oooooh ahhha!!!!!! " The swats stopped and my legs were released from the ropes and the girls let me kneel upon a pillow and Marci directed my mouth to Mandy's cunt which I licked and licked until she came several times. Marci replaced her and I resumed licking like I was possessed. Mandy then proffered her ass for kissing and I kissed until I had counted 140 and then added 10 more, Marci's ass replaced Mandy's and I showered 150 kisses upon her also. The girls then blindfolded me and placed the dildo in a plastic bucket and led me out on the deck. "There are twelve buckets on the edge of the deck one has the dildo eleven have nasty surprises for you. Find the dildo get it turned on and then you can fuck yourself. I struggled to find the right bucket but something was tied to my ankles and I had a slow crawl to get around. I knocked the first bucket over and found it was empty, the next one was full of mud, as were six more, the next three were empty and by my count I had found only 11 buckets. I kept searching but could not go further because the weight tied to my legs was stuck I backed towards it and felt the outline of a bucket and felt the contents to find a dildo stuck at an odd angle in the filling. I tried to free it but it was stuck. But in my trying twisted it with my mouth and was able to squat over the bucket and rub my cunt on the dildo until I had an orgasm that was so forceful I passed out. I came to as Marci and Mandy untied me and carried me off to bed. They removed the thing in my anus and told me it was a fig. They tenderly rubbed skin cream onto my abused buttocks and cuddled me to sleep. I thought as I drifted off what else can happen in the next three days. Chapter Three. Up the Creek With A Paddle. Tuesday morning was some surprise, my friends were nowhere to be found and my spanking the night before had left me with 'agony of d' seat'. I made my way into the kitchen and saw coffee was prepared, as was a freshly baked coffeecake. I ate standing over my sink and then walked to the end of the pier and dropped over the side of the pier into the cool water of Spanker Creek. I soothed my ravaged butt and swam out to my floating raft and back and felt the movement ease the pain. I swam twelve more laps and soon my ravaged rear felt even better. Thinking back I remembered Dr. Malone telling me the therapy suit was designed to heal all injuries and so just letting it work was repairing the damage done by Mandy and Marci with the paddle. My entire day had been such a wickedly intense experience and the humiliations of asking for spanks and promising to provide oral sex and anal adoration had kept me so focused on my crotch I had had the most overpowering orgasm. The pain was forgotten and the thought of burying my face in either girl's crotch and buttocks seemed so alluring. I climbed from the water to the sound of my spankers returning in laughter. I ran naked toward the sound of the merry voices and met the pair as they approached the house. The act of standing completely naked before two fully clothed women is very humbling, especially when the women wear black riding pants and tight black shell blouses that accentuate their full bosoms. They had pulled their hair into tight buns and had crimson lipstick on and wore mirror lensed sunglasses. The riding pants were tucked into high-shafted boots with high stiletto heels. I felt a ripple of fear and excitement run through my crotch as they laughed at my automatic impulse to cup my pussy with my left hand and cover my nipples with my right arm. "Oh dear are you just scaring the locals or are you planning on tearing my ass up again tonight." I tried to sound flippant, but kind of croaked in a scared way. "Do you want us to tear your ass up again tonight?" Marci and Mandy asked in unison. "Not if I have to scrabble about to find the dildo or have to be the butt of some joke." I replied. "You weren't the butt of a joke, you were The Butt at a paddling and we enjoyed it, especially when cherry red." Marci remarked "Julie we will only spank you if you want it, and can keep up with the game. You took a good two dozen last night and it might be wise to hold off for a day anyway. Let's just keep you naked and kneeling today so you will be really begging for the next two dozen." Mandy said softly. "Besides we have a different type of licking planned for you later." "Oh my that sounds exciting, I must add the therapy suit makes healing very rapid and if you should decide to take advantage of me my poor naked bottom is so vulnerable and soft." I said as I turned toward the creek. "Now who could be coming here now. I shall have to go see." I ran toward the deck and saw the familiar lines of Kevin Crocket's party boat "Wicomico Witch" I turned and headed to the house for clothing, but was stopped by Mandy. "Just where are you going missy? You strut out there naked and let that big man feast his eyes on your wet little twat." "Mandy please, Kevin is as gentle as a spring breeze, but his wife and mother-in-law are aboard and they are prone to spanking indecently clad women. They have taken a lot of 'come heres' to task especially women who sunbathe nude on the remote beaches. Partly because it draws a too coarse crowd and partly because they are both six foot four and can handle any woman like a doll. They know me and we get along well but I know they will really redden my ass. They play the parts of the "Assawoman Island Pirates" in the town pageant and I've been over both women's knees when male and I know this tender little girl butt is no match for Gayla's and Polly's hand spanks." "I want to see this." Marci cooed. "Let's all strip and dare them to make us regret it." "Marci no!" I shouted. But too late, she and Mandy had their tops off and boots unzipped in mere seconds and the tight pants joined the pile in seconds more. They grabbed my arms and propelled me down the dock to await the "Witch" as she maneuvered to tie up at the end. Kevin went below and Gayla and her mother exited the saloon and stepped onto my dock. "Where is Mr. Julian? We need to see him about the pageant. I heard he had been turned into a girl and might make a good pirate queen. Why do you 'come heres' always traipse around naked? You could use a good walloping on those bare butts to teach you some manners." Polly rattled off her spiel like a recording. "I'm Ju..MMPH" I tried to respond but Marci slapped her hand over my mouth and muffled me as Mandy made her foolish boast. "You would not dare touch me you overgrown cow, you just wish you had a body like mine so you could show the world something to drool over." Taking a step forward she put her hands on her hips and thrust her crotch forward "Come on an make me cover up if you can." Polly moved like a striking snake and grasped Mandy by her waist and lifted her like a child lifts a doll over head and pitching her upwards with a flipping toss grabbed her ankles and swung her in a sweeping action off the dock and into the creek. As she released Mandy she grabbed my arm as Gayla grabbed Marci and we were separated briskly. I quickly stammered "Polly it's me Julian I tried to tell them not" just as she lifted me over her shoulder and grabbing my ankles quickly whipped a length of strap around them and through my legs so she could hang me head down from the railing. I heard Mandy begin to shout for help and twisted to see her mired in the lowtide mud kneeling with arms and legs stuck in the silty sea bottom. Marci was squealing "No you don't stop that I will not let you ow ow OW OW OOOOW " accompanied by the sound of hands slapping bare flesh. Polly left me a-dangle and using my skiff rowed over to Mandy and plucked the muddy girl out of the muck and in short order bound he hand and foot. Marci had quickly gone from defiance, to submission, and on to defeat. Mandy made the mistake of continuing her defiance up until Polly started the spanking. In short order Mandy was sobbing and pleading for mercy. Polly continued her assault until only sobs