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panties, but not for long. One good tug and they were down, baring my bottom to the room in general, and to the table who’d complained in particular.
    He cocked his knee up and I’d had my pussy spread, wide open to everybody as my spanking began, hard across both cheeks with my face an inch above the carpet and my legs waving in the air. I was screaming my head off, but he just didn’t care, spanking so hard he was knocking the breath from my body, while it stung so badly I couldn’t even try to get my thighs together.
    They were laughing, all of them; not one giving so much as a sympathetic word as I had my bare bottom turned red in front of them with my bumhole and pussy on full show. That was what made me realise I’d been set up, because you can’t just spank a young girl in public and expect to get away with it, not nowadays. By then it was too late anyway. I’d genuinely thought I was being done in front of a room full of ordinary people and I’d burst into tears, hot, shame filled tears that wouldn’t stop.
    Nor would Mr Hegedus. I suppose I had been teasing him for a week, but he was a real bastard about it, ignoring my tears and snivels and making sure my thighs and bottom cheeks were well open as he administered a really hard spanking. It hurt so much I couldn’t even speak properly to protest, and he did my thighs as well as my bum, drawing fresh applause from my audience.
    When he finally let me up I could barely stand, and I was sure I’d have fallen over if I’d tried to run, while he’d kept a firm grip on the skirt of my maid’s uniform, holding it up at the back to show off my red bottom. I tried to pull my panties up, but he slapped my hand, then hauled up the front of my dress as well to show off my pussy, not that they hadn’t already seen every detail.
    ‘Hands on your head, Jemima.’
    I obeyed, too broken to resist, the tears still running down my face as he tucked up my skirt and turned me slowly around, exhibiting my smacked bottom and bare pussy to the audience, leaving me with my back to the Russian as he spoke.
    ‘I trust that was satisfactory, Mr Morozov?’
    He put a hand to my bum, lifting my cheeks for the Russian’s inspection. They were all clapping and I found myself smiling despite the state I was in, blushing too, for the exhibition I’d made of myself. Mr Morozov was now grinning as he answered Mr Hegedus, then me.
    ‘That will do very well, for now at least. You are a good girl, Jemima. What a pretty bottom you have. Now, show me from the front.’
    I turned, blushing hot as his gaze moved to where my pussy showed above my lowered knickers. His eyes were steel grey, and very hard, as was his voice; polite words spoken in a tone that allowed no refusal. I knew he could see I was excited, and he took ages inspecting me before finally looking up once more.
    ‘You juice well,’ he remarked. ‘Morris said you were special.’
    ‘Morris?’ I asked, still too dazed to really take in what was happening.
    ‘Morris himself,’ a voice spoke from behind me and a large hand closed on my bottom.
    I let him feel, too shocked to resist, while there was no denying the effect the sudden spanking was having on me. My thighs felt sticky and the shaking wouldn’t stop, and yet I was burning with resentment for the way they’d treated me.
    ‘Welcome to the Friston Executive, gentlemen,’ Morris went on, still fondling. ‘I hope you enjoyed our little show, which we put on just to assure you that this is the real thing. Nor is Jemima the only young lady who will be entertaining us this weekend, far from it. There will be eight girls in attendance, including my own lovely wife and Miss Amber Oakley should any of you gentlemen prefer to be on the receiving end now and again.’
    Melody stepped in from the reception area, her dark skin and full curves displayed to perfection in a scarlet dress with short boots, gloves and a neat little pillbox hat to match. In her hand she held a