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Chelsea’s 11th birthday party starts with a wild ride, a birthday spanking and Chelsea’s opportunity to forever mark the occasion.
This very twisted multi-part story is 100% fictional. The categories selected may not be part of every chapter that follows, but I included the same ones for every segment so no one is caught off-guard later by a topic that may offend them. You have been warned.
Kudos to anyone that has made it through every chapter so far. I am not sure what exactly I had in mind at the start, but it expanded. But I promise the end is near. The story includes 15 chapters and an Epilogue.
Chapter 13
Chelsea’s 11th birthday party would be a day that no one in attendance would certainly ever forget. Stories of parties in the entertainment industry shocked the world and ended careers. This one could have easily done the same if any of the details ever emerged.
My role had been mostly getting the largest barn ready and setting up tables for all the people that were expected to attend. Many of the party specifics were intentionally withheld from me because Mistress Catherine wanted my natural reaction to be part of the entertainment. Of course, hearing this and knowing the extreme things I had already seen and endured, just made me more nervous when the day arrived. There was no doubt that the family was enjoying my anxiety.
The party was set to begin on Saturday at Noon. The ending time was not set, but guests were urged to bring stuff to spend the night. All three girls invited several of their friends. Eight other girls and one boy were among the kids that had confirmed, ranging in ages from 10-14 which made for a dozen kids in all attending the party. They all came dressed in a similar manner—T-shirt or blouse on top, very short skirt on the bottom. Panties were optional. The one boy, 12-year-old Brendan, was the twin brother of Brenda, but his parents typically dressed him like his sister to make a political statement on gender identity, so he was also dressed in a skirt and blouse like one of the girls. All the kids were well acquainted with the kinks of the three sisters hosting the party.
Because of the nature of the planned party activities, all their parents had been fully briefed as to what to expect as well. At least one parent for every child accepted their invitation to attend the party too. At first, I thought the parents might just be there to protect their kids. But later, it became clear that they were so turned on that they wouldn’t have missed it for anything. Brenda and Brendan’s father even skipped an important vote in Congress to attend the party. COVID was his official excuse for staying home.
In addition to the kids and their parents, the party guests also include Mistress Catherine’s sister Brianne, her protégé Danielle, and Becca’s slave Allison. Danielle had sent her fiancé Tommy to clean the houses of both his mother and future mother-in-law as she wanted him well trained for their marriage. In total, more than 30 people were expected to be in attendance.
It started out very tame. Everyone had arrived and finished lunch by early afternoon. One of my main jobs was to keep the punch bowl filled. The parents had been informed that the punch included alcohol and a few “special ingredients” that would lower the resistance of anyone that had it and simultaneously increase their sexual appetite. That punch bowl was re-filled several times as most of the parents encouraged their kids to stay very well hydrated.
The punch was off-limits for Ashley because we just learned that she was 6 weeks pregnant. The official story for those outside the family was that she snuck out of the house to attend a college party across town. At the party, she got beer using a fake ID and some kid visiting from out of town that she couldn’t remember, had sex with her and she ended up pregnant. The truth was that if Ashley had a boy, he would look just like her dad.
Whether it was the punch or the choice of activities, it didn’t take long for the party to get very extreme. In one area of the barn, three Sybians had been set up next to each other. A Sybian, as the kids soon learned, is a combination saddle and vibrator, primarily intended for women. The saddle can be topped with a silicone cock of various shapes and sizes or more of a small-ridged hump that stimulates all the way from front to back. Since the ages of the kids here varied and several of them were still virgins, all three units had the hump attachment so there would be no penetration. To use it, the seat is straddled and the motor in the device is controlled at various intensities by the user or someone else to take the user to orgasm, typically more than once.
Here, the 12 kids were to be divided into three teams of four kids each. Ashley, Becca and Chelsea were the team captains, so they took turns selecting their team members. The rules were fairly simple. Once all the members of your team had an orgasm on the Sybian, your team lost. Three of the moms took control of the devices. To make sure none of the kids avoided full contact with the vibrating saddle, a kid from another team was permitted to hold the user down on the seat if necessary. Three of the dads were to vote if there was any doubt of an orgasm. Two up votes would confirm it, and that child would be replaced by the next member of their team. The order within each team would be determined by random drawing.
Because having an orgasm is the intended outcome for anyone using a Sybian, the game needed an incentive to avoid it. In this case, that incentive was pain. The 1st place team would get to spank the bare ass of all the members of the two losing teams 12 times—11 to represent Chelsea’s 11th birthday and of course the always mandatory “one to grow on” was number 12. The 2nd place team would also get to spank the members of the last place team 12 times. So, the 4 members of the last place team were looking at 24 swats with a leather or wooden paddle. Also, because everyone on the losing teams will get at least the benefit of an orgasm, any members of the winning team that haven’t cum yet when the game ends will still get to take their turn in the seat. To keep it fair, skirts and panties were prohibited.
Julia was randomly selected to be first up for Team Chelsea and was Chelsea’s first pick. Julia was a very petite, very quiet, very smart and very cute Asian girl that just turned 10 years old. Everyone assumed Chelsea picked her first because she was her best friend. In fact, she picked her first because she knew that Julia had never had an orgasm despite trying very hard for more than a year. Julia appeared to have the perfect skillset for this game.
What Chelsea failed to account for was that Julia had 1) never been on a Sybian and 2) had never been on a Sybian controlled by a Grand Master like Katie’s mother, Sandra. Sandra apparently had become well acquainted with her roommate’s Sybian in college so she knew how to start it slow and quickly let the pleasure build. She learned that too much too fast could overwhelm the system and that could delay orgasm. So, as Sandra slowly but steadily increased the speed and rotation settings stimulating Julia’s clit, pussy and ass, Julia went from a low moan to sitting up straight, to an arched back, to curling her toes, to nearly passing out in less than 2 minutes. Everyone also discovered that quiet, shy, Julia disappeared when she was having an orgasm.
About halfway through the ride, Julia began saying “Fuck!” over and over again, faster and faster, before there was one final screamed, “FUUUCCCKKK!!!” until she was almost out of breath. As she rode her first ever orgasm for more than 15 seconds, she squirted cum everywhere. Her mom seemed a bit embarrassed, but her dad—who is a literal rocket scientist–was clearly turned on as he couldn’t stop staring at the mess she left behind and the magical machine that made it happen.
Sandra’s skills with the Sybian quickly cemented last place for Chelsea’s team as Chelsea and her other two teammates came hard in very little time. No vote of the judges was necessary for any of them. Not letting the seat go to waste, Julia hopped back on and asked if Sandra could show her dad how to do that. Sandra seemed flattered by her new fans and with the assistance of Julia’s dad, took Julia through 3 more explosive orgasms in rapid fire succession. She actually did pass out briefly from the last one. Her dad used his phone to order their own Sybian with express delivery and seemed very serious when he said that he had some ideas for modifications to make it even better.
The battle for first place also wasn’t very close at the end. Ashley’s team was running even after the first two girls on both teams came almost at the same time. But when Becca was 3rd up on her team, she was able to avoid orgasm for the next 10 minutes despite her sister forcing her pussy down hard on the Sybian. Evidently, since taking ownership of Allison, Becca focused on not cumming on her slut’s talented tongue whenever she wanted to use that to punish her. Becca found out that some days she actually liked punishing Allison more than she liked cumming. So, Becca now had almost total control of her orgasms. While Becca just rode out the clock before finally letting herself cum, the last two members of Team Ashley were not able to beat the vibrating Sybian. Brendan was last in line on Becca’s team and never needed to saddle up to get Team Becca the victory.
Brenda was the final participant that went out on Ashley’s team, and she was very pissed off that her twin brother’s team had won the competition, especially without him even needing to get on the Sybian. Brenda had become very competitive with her brother growing up. The fact that he wasn’t competitive in return just made her want to beat him more. Brenda and her mother clearly dominated the males in the household, and they made Brendan and his dad watch as they switched out the attachment with the hump and ridges on the Sybian for the attachment with the largest cock. Brenda then lubed it up and ordered Brendan to bury that silicone cock deep in his ass. He followed her orders as quickly as he could.
Once he had mounted that intruder, Brenda turned the Sybian on at top speed. She didn’t care how long it took him to cum or if he ever had an orgasm. She just wanted to make him remember every second of the experience as she reached over his shoulders and roughly pinched and pulled his nipples. She told him his cock was a joke, that she plans to have his balls in a jar on her mantle one day, and that he better find a guy that will put up with him because no woman would ever want him. It took 10 minutes, but his throbbing cock finally spurted its load all over the Sybian. But Brenda didn’t relent. She scooped up his cum and fed it to him and let the Sybian keep going at full speed for another 20 minutes while his soft cock continued to dribble cum. When she finally shut it off, Brendan’s dad had to help him struggle back to his feet. Brenda threw some towels at her brother and ordered him to clean all three Sybians like they were new again as she walked away to join her friends.
While Brendan cleaned the Sybians, I added more punch to the punch bowl. The session on the Sybian had made all the kids thirsty. I could see the entire party was going to be a vicious circle. Drink punch and get horny. Do something to try to satisfy that sexual itch. Get thirsty again while doing that and need to drink more punch. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Once the punch bowl was re-filled, I was told Chelsea was waiting for me. I made my way over to the kids in the yard, anxious to watch the winners deliver the punishment to the losers. In the absence of corporal punishment for children now, most of these kids had never been spanked, let alone hit multiple times with a paddle. The birthday girl Chelsea was on the last place team, so she was going to be one of the four girls to take 24 swats to her bare ass. Or at least that was what I expected.
“I am glad to see my Bitch finally got here.” She looked directly at me as she continued. “I have some good news and bad news for you,” Chelsea announced. “The good news, you will get to make me very happy on my birthday. The bad news is that making me happy will hurt you. A lot. I decided that one of the biggest benefits of having your own Bitch is that he will suffer for you. So, instead of my bare ass taking the punishment, it will be yours. But then I thought, why shouldn’t the members of my team get the same benefits as their captain? That only seems fair, right? So, you will take their spanking too. But then I thought that the 2nd place team also includes my sister Ashley, and more of my friends, so why should they have to suffer at my birthday either? So, I decided that you should suffer for them too. I had to check my math with Julia, but I confirmed that you will be taking 144 swats to your bare ass to celebrate my birthday.” Everyone clapped except me.
I saw that while she was talking, Master Derek had brought over the portable stockade on a dolly from the playroom in the house. After Chelsea finished her message to me, I was directed to get in place to take the punishment. I had been in it before and knew what was expected. After the top half of the stockade was removed, I bent over at the waist and put my neck in the slot in the middle and my wrists in the slots on either side. Once in place, Derek slid the top half back on, trapping my head and arms. The stockade was then locked.
Next, Mistress Catherine removed the comfortable two-inch heels from my feet and replaced them with the 6-inch stiletto heels that Mistress Catherine had just ordered this week. Those shoes were the opposite of comfortable. They hurt my calves even standing up straight. Bent over, the pressure on each calf would be immense. Once the shoes were on, a spreader bar was connected to my ankle cuffs to keep my legs secure and to spread my feet apart. So, now the combination of the high heels and spreader bar with my body bent over at 90 degrees, forced my panty covered ass up to make it a perfect target for the promised paddling. A ball gag was then forced into my mouth and the strap secured tightly behind my head.
“Bitch, this is a bare ass spanking. It was in the rules,” Chelsea said. She walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead before walking behind to use scissors to cut the sheer pink panties off, giving both cheeks several hard swats with her bare hand. “Those smacks are just punishment for ruining another pair of your panties, Bitch.” Her friends laughed. “Only the ones with the paddle count.”
“Now I bet you figured that this might not be that bad with a bunch of young girls swinging the paddle. I mean, how hard can we hit you, right? I worried about that too. So instead of us doing it, I was able to persuade my mom, my aunt Brianne and her friend Danielle to do it instead. Actually, I just suggested the idea and they all jumped at the chance to join the fun.”
“So, Happy Birthday to me, Bitch! You know they sometimes say, ‘this is going to hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you.’ That is not true. This is going to hurt you a lot more than me. Aunt Brianne you are up.”
The next 15 minutes were among the most painful of my life, and I had been through some painful things here. The people watching counted out loud as my bare ass received blow after blow from the paddles. Brianne, Danielle and Mistress Catherine rotated every 10 strikes to catch their breath. I was given no similar opportunity to recover. They used three different paddles. The first 50 swats were with a traditional wooden paddle filled with holes in it to allow maximum speed. I tried to concentrate on spreading the pain, but tears were streaming down my face by blow 25. The cramping had also started in both calves since I couldn’t move my legs at all.
For the next 50 strikes, they used a leather paddle that was covered with small metal spikes on one side. They switched back and forth using the smooth and spiked side of the paddle, my cries of pain intensifying every time they hit me. A steady flow of tears, snot and drool was hitting the ground in front of me.
The last 50 were given with a new E-stim paddle. Yes, they knew there were only supposed to be 44 more, but the 3 of them swinging the paddles decided that to keep the chances to make me scream even, they should just do another 50. If the spikes on that leather paddle were not bad enough, the spikes on the E-stim paddle also emitted electric shocks with every blow. Each of them took their time as they passed number 125, understanding that the anticipation of the next one was now almost as much torture as the blow itself. When I finally took the last strike, the whole group cheered. Chelsea was beaming.
She walked over to me and whispered in my ear. “You did so well, my little pet. Just one more important thing I need to do while I have you in this position.”
I was kept there trying to recover as my ass was both numb and throbbing. Almost as bad was the pain in my calves from being stuck in the same position so long with 6-inch heels. I pretty much lost track of time before I heard Chelsea and her mom approaching me from behind.
Mistress Catherine said, “Chelsea will get the chance to open the rest of her birthday presents after we have cake, but one of them is bent over and in a lot of pain right in front of you. While he will always be our family’s bitch and Bear’s bitch too, as of today he belongs first and foremost to Chelsea. His body, mind and soul are hers to use, and torture, as she sees fit. I see all of you have a glass of punch so let’s toast our birthday girl and her new slave.”
“Oh, wait a minute. The Bitch needs something to drink too, and I am sure he is very thirsty after taking that beating to his ass.” Mistress Catherine removed the ball gag, finally allowing me to move my jaw, as Chelsea put a large glass under her skirt and began filling it up with her piss.
“Alright, now we are ready. To our birthday girl and her Bitch, Happy Birthday!” Everyone echoed that, raised their glass and swallowed down more punch.
At the same time, Mistress Chelsea said, so only I could hear, “OK my sissy toilet bitch, you will always feel empty without my piss and from this day forward it will be the only thing that can fully quench your thirst.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said as I felt another hypnotic trigger take hold. She tilted the glass of piss and smiled as I drank every drop. Whether it was the hypnosis or something else, it was the best thing I ever tasted.
With the drinking done, Mistress Catherine continued, “And as his owner, Chelsea decided to mark her property in case he gets lost.” The group laughed. “He has been through this once before when we added the family crest to his right ass cheek, now Chelsea is going to add her name and birthday to his left one.”
I was completely immobile between the stockade and the spreader bar so I just watched with trepidation as the blow torch made the branding iron glow a bright orange in front of me. The design was nothing fancy, it just said “Chelsea” with a curved line and the date she was born under her name. It was about 6 inches in length and the letter “C” was about 2 inches high. Mistress Catherine joked that I could tell any doctor that I became a really committed fan of the Premier League team on that day.
When they got it ready, Chelsea put on thick gloves and walked behind me with the branding iron. She delayed a few seconds as she watched my body quiver, then firmly pushed the branding iron against my flesh. I screamed in pain and combined with everything else I had been through, finally passed out.
When I came to my senses again, I was lying down on a blanket next to the stockade with my head in Chelsea’s lap. The spreader bar was off, the high heel shoes were off, and Mistress Chelsea was stroking my face gently. We were alone.
“I hope you know how much I care about you,” she said. “I love you for being so willing to suffer for me. Anything I do to you; I am doing for us.”
“Now, open wide.” I opened my mouth, and she spit into it. ‘Swallow it.” I did. “Good boy.”
“Now, you need to get some rest for later. I want you wide awake for the other things I have planned.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” She leaned over and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and fell asleep on her lap.
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