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Jane Learns to Submit By Jan
This is a true story, about how I became a lesbian! I will never forget how Laura and her friend Nicky made love to me for the first time.
Laura knew how afraid I was to get into trouble with my mum or indeed with school, so as soon as my mum had left for the night, she told me that I had better do exactly as I was told, or I would have the choice of being punished by her or having her tell my mother, whichever I wanted.
Laura knew I had missed a detention at school, and asked me whether I wanted her to punish me or let my mum know.
I pleaded, "Please don't tell Mum, you can punish me instead!" I was shaking and was very nervous.
Her friend, Nicky was also there and said, "How would you like to be punished, exactly? I think you should allow us to spank your bottom! Is that right?"
I said, "Um, yes, I guess so."
They both laughed, and Laura said, "You had better do exactly as we say, and learn your lesson, so do you think 5 or 6 smacks is fair?"
Nicky added, "For missing a detention at least 6 smacks from each of us!"
I started crying and was very nervous. I was made to bend over the arm of the settee, Laura then said, "It will be better, and more of a punishment if it's on a bare bottom! You decide Janie. We tell your mum or you ask us to spank you, and you ask us very nicely to lift your skirt and pull your knickers down."
This was so embarrassing, but I did ask them, to lift up the skirt, and I had to ask, "Please pull down my knickers."
I had never done anything like that before. I was so humiliated and knew they were looking at my exposed bare bottom.
One of them pulled my bottom cheeks apart a bit, and made me spread my legs apart more. Laura said, "No way! I'm not spanking a dirty bottom. She had better shower first!"
So off I went upstairs, followed by Laura. I had to strip bare in front of her, and she just watched me shower.
After a couple of minutes she said, "Okay, come out, and get dried off. Then what made me nervous again was being told, "Go downstairs and ask Nicky to check to see if you are clean enough!" I was not allowed to get dressed or even wrap a towel around myself.
Laura followed me down the stairs, and I had to stand in front of both of them, stark naked, and ask them to check to see if I was clean enough. I stood there, legs spread and arms stretched out sideways.
They both took great delight is asking each other to check my arm pits, check the bottom, and check the puss-puss. (That was where I got my nickname from.)
They decided I was not clean enough, so I had to shower again. The second time Laura did the cleaning, and she paid special attention to my bottom. She even put a soapy finger inside my very tight bottom hole, and it was a bit painful.
When I was dried off I had to repeat the inspection, but this time I had to ask them to check each part in turn. All of it was so much more embarrassing.
That said, they needed to check my bottom more closely, so I had to lie on the table on my back, while one of them held my legs right back past my head and wide apart. Once again I had to ask them to check each part of my body, and they said, "You should keep very clean for us from now on! If they ever wanted to check my bum or cunt they would simply call me Puss-Puss, and I would have to ask them to check my bottom and puss-puss to see if it was clean enough, then came the punishment.
I had to remain naked and bent over while they spanked my bottom. I had to count out loud each of the strokes, and to make it even more humiliating, I had to stand in the corner next to the TV, so they could see my pink bottom gradually lose its colour.
I was eventually allowed to go to bed but had to remain naked all evening.
That was the first time.
Other evenings were similar, sometimes spanked and other times not, but every time the routine was performed at the established time of 7:00 pm. I had to ask one of them to shower me, and the other to check the various parts.
Then at school one or two other girls started calling me Miss Clean Ass, and giggling before walking off.
After school one afternoon, just before 7, the doorbell rang. It was the 2 girls who called me Miss Clean Ass from school. Laura opened the door, and said, "Oh great! I'm pleased you could come round tonight. They both giggled.
Then I was told, "Well Janie, nothing has changed just because we have visitors; treat them just the same as us. What do we do at 7?"
I then had to ask, in front of everyone (between sobs), "Please Laura, please shower me?" Laura then said to the two girls, "Stay here, the fun part is in a few minutes.
Just as usual I had to go upstairs, Laura thoroughly washed me, then it was very embarrassing to have to walk downstairs to the front room, and stand spread-eagled in the nude, as I asked them to check how clean I was.
One of the girls then asked Laura if she could touch me. Laura then said, "Well Puss-Puss, ask them to open your bottom cheeks and check how clean you are!"
I had to go further, and ask them to push a finger deeper inside my bottom. It was all so very embarrassing.
More giggles next day at school.
There were similar evenings, where they invited one or two other girls, and even had a boy one time, for anatomy lessons. They even made me ask if I could masturbate in front of them. After a few times, I started to actually cum, while performing in front of guests. The guests seemed to like the show.
It bothered me when it came to an end. We lost touch with each other, but I do have some good memories. It was fun having all the attention, and the humiliation and embarrassment become a bit of a thrill, and a turn on for me, and it still does today.
I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.