Trepidation filled Alex's nerves. She wasn't used to this type of thing and genuinely hoped that she would measure up to her husband's expectations. The assembled clientele were his associates, bosses, and favored underlings. Failure would be disastrous for his reputation as well as her own. He had recommended her highly.
Months had passed since Mike had revealed that he and Annabel had orchestrated her blackmail and descent into sexual depravity. In the time since then she had come to embrace her newfound freedom from societal constraints. But it was not as if the hedonistic lifestyle had come without a cost. In fact, the cost had been quite large. There was too much risk to the family if they remained in their previous location and with previous friends. Just too many opportunities for the great secret they carried to come out. So they had abandoned their home, their friends, their careers, and moved away. Even the kids had transferred schools.
After weeks of concern about how thinks would work out, stuff had finally begun to click. Mike had gotten his job first and it came with a hefty pay raise. He was hired as the private physician and employee health advisor for a large banking firm. Suddenly the family circulated in a different class- his pay checks alone more than doubled what the couple had made as a whole. That had offered Alex the opportunity to start her own catering business and begin a long neglected dream. David and Annabel had quickly adapted to their new university and shared a dorm room as boyfriend and girlfriend, instead of brother and sister. Everyone seemed healthier, happier, and more satisfied with their lot in life.
Now Alex had her first high paying job at a private party for Mike's business partners. It was a very exclusive affair with only about twenty to thirty people in attendance including she and her family. David and Alex were serving as waiter and waitress for the evening, and Annabel was attending as a young play thing for Mike. The interaction of the family was different because no one knew that they were related.
It had started well enough. The food was receiving high praise and her wine selection was the finest. The wealthy aristocrats of modern society were soon smoldering in a thick alcoholic fog that only increased as the evening wore on. By midnight a small portion of the guests had called it quits and headed to their respective homes, while others continued to party on. They were more relaxed, more open, and more frisky than would be publicly acceptable for such high ranking businessmen and women.
David was getting plenty of tips and private offers from men and women alike. His clean pressed white shirt and black tie made him look like a less beefy Chippendale dancer. And he had intentionally chosen a pair of rather tight fitting pants that emphasized certain genetic bonuses of Alex's male family members. He always was polite and teasing, encouraging larger tips without committing to anything unless he found a particularly attractive or enticing partner.
His mother and partner in service was putting up with the same type of harassment but was having greater difficulty in extricating herself from the delicate situations she was finding herself in. One particularly influential member of the board had managed to get her, and her platter of wine, on his lap and was quite eagerly groping her while she tried to remove herself without spilling the deep red liquid. But it would be for naught and after one specific probing digit found its way beneath her skirt, she stumbled forward and the polished silver tray toppled forward.
Her attempt at catching it would prove futile as the slender flutes toppled and the crystal shattered, but not without spilling the contents onto a very expensive cream colored gown of one of the trophy wives.
"Bitch!" The yell was a half surprised scream of shock as the woman realized that her gown was soaked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, I was just trying to get away from him. He was touching me," Alex stuttered in apology. She was sincere and honest but digging herself into a deeper hole.
The offending man rose in a huff from his chair. "I most certainly did not touch her in any inappropriate manner. Certainly not. Especially with my wife here."
The last sentence drew an irate stare from his wife, who also proved to be a surgically enhanced blonde bombshell, and drove the rift between Alex and the assembled guests into the ground.
"What the hell were you doing flirting with my husband, you slut! Who hired this whore? Tactless!"
"You fucking ruined my gown you twat!"
"Lying piece of blue collar trash. I wouldn't touch the likes of you. Honestly, honey, I wouldn't," sputtered the partner. Everyone was looking for someone to blame for the various explosions and Alex was it. Mike would provide the solution.
"Quiet!" Everyone turned to the otherwise professional doctor, questioning looks passing over their faces. "I'll take care of this."
He marched directly towards his wife and the caterer of the event and grabbed her by her hair. "I think a little punishment is in order, don't you all?"
Some jeering yells of encouragement echoed throughout the room. Mike looked around like a warrior surveying his conquests and lands and found a bench that would suit his purposes. It was a piano bench that sat on a slightly raised stage. Alex didn't understand what had overcome her husband and why he was behaving in such a manner. But a large tent in his tuxedo pants told her he was enjoying this.
Once more she stumbled forward as her tightly arranged hair was yanked ahead of her and Mike strode confidently onward. When they made the stage he roughly pushed her, sending her sprawling onto the bench. Alex tried to rise but his hand pushed her face back down into the smooth leather surface and kept her pinned there. Her knees were bent beneath her and her upper torso was laid out across the length of the piece. She wondered what he had in store for her.
"Do you want to see some punishment?" Another affirmative cry rose from the assembled audience. "What should we do with her?"
"Dump punch on her!"
"Smear caviar in her hair!"
"Shave her head!"
A wide variety of silly and childish suggestions were offered before a lustful sounding female voice offered something a bit more titillating. Alex was pretty certain that it came from her very own daughter.
"Spank her! Hike up her skirt and give her a good spanking!"
The audience buzzed at the possibility of such illicit entertainment and many wondered if their new doctor could enforce such a thing. But he gave them a momentary grinning glance of his handsome face before he began to tug at the zipper adorning the back of her simple black blouse. From the midst of her back he pulled it down, his practiced hand moving it all the way to the top of her buttocks before it ran out of area. He transferred her arms into his other palm and then tugged at the edge of the strapless dress until it was free of her torso and pooled on the floor around her knees.
No one had really expected the doctor to remove her clothing, but no one objected. Alex's ass glowed a healthy tan tone beneath the stage lights. The black lacy thong she wore merely accented her gorgeous curvaceous figure and her breasts were naked, resting against the top of the bench. She panted from her momentary struggle against her husband and waited for what he had in store for her next. Surely he would not take this gratuitous display any farther...
But Alex should have realized that her husband's mind was the testing ground for her sexual openness and fantasies. And he intended to stretch her comfort zone once more.
"Will anyone volunteer to spank her?"
"I will," came a delighted cry from the woman whose dress had been drenched in wine. Her heels clattered across the floor as she nearly jogged to the stage. She had a secret crush on her husband's new employee and was looking forward to exacting some humiliation on the woman who had doused her new gown in front of everyone.
When she got on the stage she made a big point to take a few practice swipes that stopped just before stinging Alex's backside. But the audience was getting more raucous, encouraging their friend to exact the fitting punishment.
Spurred on, her long hand rose in the air and flew back downward. A loud crack on Alex's ass echoed through the room. Then another. And another. And another. Over and over again she would release her frustrations on the prone caterer. When she was done a large red welt covered one full ass cheek and provided stark contrast to the woman's underwear. The lady was out of breath by the time she was finished, but she was quite pleased with her spanking.
She stepped off the stage to cheers of encouragement and congratulations. Before they died down, the woman whose husband had begun the whole episode stepped on stage. She unleashed a ferocious stream of blows across Alex's other ass cheek until it too was painted red. She was whimpering in pain as she was punished for her mistake. And because somewhere inside of her an embracing of her spankings was occurring.
It wasn't until Annabel stepped from the audience in a slinky red gown that Alex realized just how aroused she was. The possibility of feeling her daughter's bare hand caressing her backside in reprimand was deliciously forbidding. She squirmed a little, the net affect being that her ass wagged in the air, like some sort of deprived puppy looking for approval.
Annabel, also found herself quite aroused by the possibility of punishing her mother in such an erotic fashion and before so many people. She began her little performance by grabbing the back of her mother's thong and pulling it tightly between her pussy lips and ass cheeks, emphasizing the details of each feature. The crowd roared in delight as Alex whimpered, her blood engorged pussy lips throbbing over the dividing piece of material. Stepping to the side and maintaining the hold on her mother's bottoms she displayed her ass like it was a lot at an auction house. Catcalls and hoots of derision responded.
Satisfied with the little display, Annabel raised one hand, a single finger pointing skyward.
