Wherein what was hidden is revealed, Timmy gets a lesson in feminine response, and a few hairs are plucked.

"You'd better believe it, girly!" the eager youngster answered with a laugh, as he stuck the knickers in his back pocket.

Jenny returned to her position in the center of the room, as if she knew instinctively that that was what was desired of her.

I said, "At this point, Jenny, you will have a choice. You can go through this session in two different ways - with your skirt on - or, without it. If you choose the latter, you will cheerfully remove your skirt and hand it to Timmy, and you will only receive half the punishment that you would otherwise receive. It's up to you. What will it be, Jenny, dear?"

Jenny seemed confused. Since she didn't know what the punishment was to be or how bad it was to be, she couldn't know for certain how much she'd be gaining by having it cut in half. On the other hand, she KNEW that she didn't want to take her skirt off in front of us, particularly in front of Timmy and Dave. In addition to this, she probably grasped at the hope that if she chose to retain her skirt that she would thereby retain her modesty. She apparently forgot the fact that she had on no underwear. Thus she made a mistake.

"Ohhhh! I CAN'T take off my skirt, Aunt Marge! I can't! Not in front of men or boys!"

"Then you've made your decision. Well and good, Jenny. You will therefore be receiving double what you would otherwise have got."

This brought tears of fear to her eyes but no wavering in her decision. Her feminine modesty prevailed over her fears for her physical well-being.

I turned to my son, and said, "You can take over from here, Timmy. She's all yours. Uncle Dave and I will check back in on how you kids are doing in a little while" and Dave and I left the room, heading immediately to the TV room, where we quickly tuned in the workshop. We didn't want to miss anything and tuned in right away, obtaining a view from a camera mounted in the ceiling of the workshop, giving us a very good view of the proceedings.

Timmy grinned broadly, and Jenny shuddered in fear.

Timmy rose and began to push the table back into the light, ordering Jenny to stand aside, which she did, looking fearfully at the dreaded stirrups. Perhaps then it might have begun to dawn on her that if she were to assume the classic position that this table implied, having a skirt on would be at best a very precarious protection of her much valued modesty.

"Ohhhhh....ohhhh...." she softly whimpered.

Timmy said, "Now, cousin, Jenny, lets have you sit up on the side of the table. Good girl."

Jenny obeyed, sitting on the edge of the table and carefully making sure her skirt was safely arranged.

"Now slide around on you bottom. That's it. Careful of your skirt, cousin, dear." Timmy ordered with a grin, helping Jenny swing her legs around so that she was sitting lengthwise on the table, again with her skirt carefully positioned over her legs. Jenny was positively shivering with apprehension.

"Lie down on you back, now. That's right, with your head on the pillow. Put your arms at your sides - not over your pussy." Jenny had protectively attempted to shield her crotch area with her hands. Even though she was still modestly covered, lying down made her feel very vulnerable. Timmy's use of the word "pussy" made Jenny gasp in shock.

What a picture Jenny made now. A prim English schoolgirl with fabulous looks and big boobs, stretched out helplessly on a gynecological exam table and at the mercy of an evil-minded twelve year old boy. Dave seemed close to having a stroke and I was extremely wet.

"Now, Jenny, well just secure your arms so you won't hurt yourself." Said Timmy as he attached Jenny's arms to the sides of the table with conveniently placed straps.

Jenny moaned fearfully, "Ohhhh, please, don't...." but she didn't resist, and before she knew it, both of her arms were securely fastened.

Jenny seemed even more concerned as Timmy carefully removed both of her cute little shoes and socks.

"Now, Jenny" said Timmy, "For this next step, you must be very careful and do exactly as I say so as not to displace your skirt and expose yourself. Now, lets carefully lift this leg over here - to this stirrup."

Jenny seemed entranced, and allowed her leg to be guided without resistance. At least partly she was cooperating so as to help preserve her now very shaky modesty.

The stirrups at this point were positioned very close to the foot of the table, thus Jenny's leg was pulled to one side but not pulled backwards toward her head. Since the skirt was a long one - a very tasteful brown paid, by the way - her cunt was still protected from our eager views.

Timmy secured Jenny's left foot and then did the same with the right. Jenny was now pretty well fixed in position, but Timmy made sure by wrapping two straps around her torso, one just above and one just below her boobs, and fixing them to the table. He was careful not to touch her breasts, preferring to let her have the illogical illusion that she wasn't being molested.

Timmy went behind Jenny and put another pillow under her head, so that she could more easily see what was going on, then he grabbed a stool, placed it at the side of the table next to her hips, and sat down.

"So, cousin." He said, "What do you think is going to happen to you today?"

"I d-don't know..." with a sob.

"Well, lets see, what part of you was punished on your first session?"

Jenny could only stare.

"Answer, Jenny, or I'll flip this little skirt up."

"Ohhh! No! No! Don't! My bottom! You punished my bottom!"

"Good girl! Now, what part of you did we punish on your second session."

Very quietly, Jenny managed to murmur, "M-my b-b-breasts." The horror of where Timmy was aiming was beginning to hit her.

"That's right, and Nancy did a very good job, didn't she?"

"Y-yes...Oh, please, Timmy don't do it to me!"

"So, we can't very well punish your bottom or your breasts again, can we? That would be unfair to your bottom and your breasts, so we have to find some other part of you to punish, don't we?"

Silence.

"Don't we?!"

"Y-yes." Came a little girl voice.

"So, why don't you tell us - give us a suggestion - what should be the part of you that I punish tonight?"

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Come on, cousin Jenny."

"My legs - you can punish my legs!"

"Yes, I could punish your legs, but Dad and Mom and Nancy got to punish your bottom, which was very sensitive and very embarrassing for you, and Nancy got to punish your breasts, which are even more sensitive than your bottom and which was just as embarrassing for you. I want to get to punish a part of you that is even more embarrassing and even more sensitive. What part do you think that might be?"

Silence.

"You'd better answer me, Jenny, or you'll be very sorry."

Silence.

"Speak up, or I'll flip up this skirt."

"My v-v-..."

"Your what?"

"Oh! I can't say it!"

Timmy grabbed the hem of the skirt and made as if to flip it back.

"Don't! My vulva!" she cried in panic, hardly knowing what she was saying. It's hard to know whether she actually thought that her skirt was going to remain in place if her pussy was being punished, but for now it WAS in place and she would do anything to keep it there, if only for a few more seconds.

"You mean, your pussy, Jenny?"

Silence. Timmy moved his hand threateningly.

"Yes! Oh, please, don't!"

"Say it then.."

"My p-p-pussy."

"You want me to punish your pussy?"

"No! Please, not that! Anything else! I'll do anything. Please, Timmy!"

"Hmm, but you do agree that your pussy is much more sensitive than your boobies!"

"Y-yes"

"Well, then that's what I'll punish. And suddenly with, no warning, Timmy flipped the skirt back out of the way, exposing the holy of holies, Jenny's plump, hairy cunt, to our evil eyes.

Jenny could see it just as well as we could. She stared in disbelief for a second and then screamed in shock and bitter embarrassment. "Ahhh! No! Put it back! Please put it back!" She struggled desperately to get loose and to cover her shame. Alas, she was very tightly secured. Timmy wasn't a boy scout for nothing.

Jenny's fit went on for a few minutes until she gradually began to tire. Meanwhile we feasted our curious eyes. Yes, we had seen this sight before, but this was the in much better lighting and Jenny's terrible embarrassment made it so much more enjoyable.

The object in question was truly impressive, a very plump, protruding mound, covered with a forest of black hair. One could hardly see any pink, except for a little bit of naughty labia minora peeking out from the center and the tip of an apparently quite large pink clitoris at the top which poked out and receded as Jenny gyrated in her struggles and continued to scream and moan hysterically.

"Oh come on, Jenny. Give us a break!" said Timmy, "It's just a pussy. Every girl's got one, although most of them aren't this hairy, I'll bet." He said with a delighted laugh.

He added, "So, it looks like getting to keep your skirt hasn't done you much good. Huh, Jenny?" Nancy and Timmy shared a laugh at this.

I quickly freed Dave's erect penis from his pants and began sucking greedily, while still keeping an eye on the monitor. He came in seconds but was quickly hard again.

Meanwhile, Timmy and Nancy were in no hurry. They were clearing relishing the situation as much as Jenny was suffering in it. It was certainly a picture to relish - a well dressed English schoolgirl with really nothing missing from her attire except the vital knickers, showing off a very hairy cunt to the world.

Jenny became a little more aware of her surroundings, and began begging, "Oh, please, Timmy! Don't look at me there! Don't look at me there!"

Nancy observed, "Jenny, deary, I suspect you'll be happy if ALL he does as look at it."

Timmy said, "Why don't we show Jenny one of the features of this table that Dad added?" And he pushed a button that started the stirrups, in which Jenny's exquisitely formed bare feet were imprisoned. Jenny exclaimed in horror as the stirrups started moving backwards toward here head, thus rolling her hips back.

"Ohhhh! No, please!" she begged. The stirrups finally stopped at their maximum position, whereby Jenny's well-spread knees were almost next to her head and her hips were rolled way back and partly lifted off the table. As a result Jenny's cunt was now completely and conveniently exposed and prominent as was her daintly little anus. Because of the stretch her very plump and long pussy now gaped just a bit, providing a nice flash of pink in the middle of all that black hair. This hair proved to be not only very thick but very extensive, growing well down Jenny's tender bottom crack and around her bumhole.

"In case your were wondering, Jenny," Nancy informed her cousin, "we can now see a little bit more than just your pussy."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Jenny humiliation was excrutiating, as the position of her head, forced by the double pillows, allowed her easily to see her furry bush. Although she couldn't see the rear orifice that Timmy and Nancy (and we!) could see, it was probably more of a vision of that particular part of her body than she had ever had.

Nancy said, "Timmy, not all teenage girls are as clean as they ought to be so I'm going to wash her." And she brought a soapy washcloth from the sink and began to soap down and scrub vigorously poor Jenny's pussy, bottom crack, and anus. Jenny gave a series outraged and shocked yells and tried again to get away, but of course it was no use. She seemed astounded at the suddenness of the rude invasion.

Jenny's crotch was now covered with soap suds, a rather amusing sight that Jenny didn't seem to find so amusing. Nancy was not going to allow this untidy situation to persist. She retrieved a pitcher from the workshop's little refrigerator. "I'm afraid the you might find this a bit chilly, deary." Nancy said as she poured ice cold water on Jenny -right between her legs, to rinse off the soap.

"Aggggggh! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! It's coooooold!" Jenny jerked around madly as her pussy hair dripped drops of ice cold water.

Nancy quickly mopped up the water from the table and the floor and Timmy began to dry Jenny with a soft, white towel. Having Timmy actually touch her "there", even through the material of a towel, seemed to have a horrible effect - she burst into agonized tears, "No! Ohhhhh, don't! Don't! Oh, Timmy, please don't touch me there!"

But in a wonderfully short time she was reasonably dried and her pussy hair was looking fresh and fluffy. The labia and clitoris looked just a touch swollen, as if Timmy's unwanted touches had produced and equally unwanted but unavoidable reaction in the young girl. Indeed, one could see a little hint of glisten on the tip of the luscious clit, but it could easily have been remnants of the little shower she had just had.

"Let's see if she's a virgin, Ok, Nancy? How do I do it?" asked Timmy eagerly.

"Well, Timmy, see this hole right here? I guess what I'd do is maybe spread these lips a little with one hand..."

Timmy reached down to do as Nancy was instructing him, as calmly as if he were learning how to knit. However, Jenny didn't take this new development quite so calmly.

"No! No! Don't! Noooooo....ooohh!"

Timmy spread the pink gap with his left hand.

"Now, see how far your finger will go down inside."

"Wow! OK!" and Timmy again did as he was told. He had to wriggle the finger a bit to get it in very far; even with the extra spread she was pretty tight; but he seemed to hit something.

"Ahhhh! Ah! Ah! Oh, don't!" Jenny gasped.

"It won't go any further. I'll push harder."

"Owwww! Stop" commented Jenny.

"You've got your answer, Timmy. She's a virgin!" explained Nancy.

"Hmmmm. Very interesting." Said a thoughtful Timmy, withdrawing his finger.

Jenny seemed stunned almost into insensibility by the outrageous intrusion of Timmy's curious finger into her sacrosanct cunt. She seemed to stare into space as she continued to gasp and moan.

Nancy asked with a cruel laugh, "What's the matter, Jenny? Didn't you enjoy that? Didn't it TURN YOU ON?" She turned her little brother, "Timmy, here's a fun idea. Why don't you see if you can make her get wet?"

"You mean pee? Yuck!"

"No, silly. When you play with a girl's pussy, she gets 'turned on', and you can tell because she'll get all wet and gooey. Of course, if Jenny DOES, get wet, we'll consider it to be very naughty, right, Timmy?"

"Yeah, right! Cool! So, how do I do it?"

"Well, just kind of stroke it, and pinch and tickle. Girls particularly like boys to play with this little bit right here." as Nancy pointed at Jenny's clit.

Timmy began playing with poor Jenny's defenseless pussy, throwing Jenny into an agony of humiliation and shame. She yelled, moaned, begged, to no avail. And sure enough, after just a couple of minutes her pussy started getting wet and her clitoris started asserting itself. The poor girl was getting turned on in spite of herself.

"Wow! She's getting gooey!" announced an excited Timmy. "She's being bad, isn't she, Nancy. And she deserves more punishment for that, right?"

"I think so, Timmy. It's really rude to get turned on when you're supposed to be getting punished."

"Well, we'll take care of that later." Answered Timmy, and, turning to Jenny, "Now, Jenny, the reason we've got you here in this position is that we've got to do something about all this hair. Since I'm going to be punishing your pussy tonight, it's not fair for it to be so protected when your bottom and boobies weren't. Doesn't that seem right?"

Jenny was naturally too shocked to respond.

"And just to show how practical we can be, we're going to make at least part of the hair removal also a part of your punishment. Regardez!" and Timmy produced for Jenny's horrified viewing a pair of tweezers. Those who have read "The Seat of Learning" know that Timmy was no stranger at this point to dealing with a girl's pubic hair.

Through her tears, Jenny asked in a broken voice, "What's that for??"

"This!" said Timmy, and with that he grabbed a pubic hair near Jenny's belly button and started pulling.

"Ah! Ah! Oww!" Jenny yelled, as the tension became stronger and stronger on the chosen hair.

Yank! Out came the hair and out came a vigorous yell and jerk of pain from Jenny.

While she was still sighing and moaning Timmy picked another hair and quickly yanked it out.

"Yeooowwww!" yelled the poor, suffering girl, her tightly bent bum roving around on the examination table and her cute little anus winking seductively.

Poor Jenny! She would close her eyes to avoid seeing the horrible conjunction of Timmy's tweezers and her pubic hair, but somehow she couldn't keep them closed for very long. She couldn't avoid staring as each hair was pulled slowly out, as the skin stretched as far as it could go, as the pain built, and finally as the hair finally pulled free, sending an unbearable burst of pain through her young pubic region.

This was Timmy's day, and he knew it. He was in no hurry because he knew he had plenty of time to move Jenny from one torment to the next.

After pulling out about twenty hairs from the area between Jenny's belly button and the top of her cunt, Timmy was just getting started, but Jenny was ready to call it a day.

"I think we'll pull one from some tenderer area, like here." and the tweezers demonstrated by picking a pubic hair that was rooted right at the edge of Jenny's left labia majora, right at the slit.

"But," Timmy continued, "I'm not going to pull it - you are."

Jenny could only stare in horror.

"Yes, we're going to free your right hand and YOU are going to pull this hair out. If you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a little persuasion from this." And Timmy held up a small strap, much like the tawse with which I had welted Jenny's behind, but smaller in all dimensions.

"And then - you'll STILL have to pull the hair out. Ha! Ha!"

Nancy freed Jenny's hand and guided it to grasp the tweezers which were still holding onto the very sensitively placed curly black hair.

"Now, Jenny, pull! And you better do it quick!"

Jenny moaned in despair as she tentatively pulled on the hair, placing painful tension in a very delicately sensitive area.

"I'll count to ten and if that hair's not out by then, you get it, girl!" Timmy said enthusiastically.

It was a wonderful situation. Jenny couldn't win, and we couldn't lose. Even if she succeeded in pulling out the hair, we could enjoy she pain the was inflicting on herself. And if she failed, we would get to see just how effective that little strap could be.

Timmy started counting backwards from ten. Jenny's efforts stretched the labia and opened up just a bit the lovely pink gap of her luscious cunt. The poor girl pulled as hard as she could stand, but the pink, glistening skin at that particular location was just too sensitive. She was hurting herself as much as she could and she started crying with the pain, but she just couldn't force herself to pull any harder.

All too soon for Jenny, Timmy reached zero. Nancy reached down and gently pulled Jenny's hand out of the way and Timmy brought the wicked little strap whistling down to connect loudly with Jenny's left thigh, perilously close to her pussy.

"Ahhhhhh! Owww! Oh! Oh!" Jenny screamed and dropped the tweezers. Nancy let go of Jenny's hand and it went rushing to comfort her suddenly burning inner thigh.

Nancy retrieved the tweezers and handed them back to Jenny as Timmy said, "Now, let's try again. Practice makes perfect."

Timmy helped Jenny to find a well-placed curly black hair, right on the edge of her pussy lip, and began to count, "10....9...8..."

Jenny presented such an amusing and delectable picture with her cute young thighs pulled backward and well spread and her hand reaching between her legs with the tweezers, stretching the lip of her pussy as much as she could possibly stand.

"3...2...1..."

Timmy paused and watched with amusement as Jenny pulled extra hard and yelled with the pain, but it just wasn't enough. Timmy counted zero, Nancy intervened again and, whisp, snap! The strap came down in almost exactly the same place as before, which now turned a bright red.

"Owwwww! OH! Ah!" The muscles on Jenny's cute thighs stood out and again she again dropped the tweezers and writhed in agony.

"My goodness," said Nancy, "your self-discipline hasn't improved much has it, Jenny? What should we do, Timmy? Should we give her another chance?"

Timmy answered, "Yeah, but first let me show her how it's done. Maybe she can learn by example."

He picked up the tweezers, attached them to a curly hair in the same location as the one Jenny had failed to pull out, and, with one swift motion, yanked the hair from her poor, highly sensitive, pussy lip.

"Agggggghhhh!!" came a long, drawn out scream from the suffering teenager who seemed to feel the pain most acutely. The scream gradually died off into pitiful sobs.

"Please stop!! It hurts too much! Ohhhh!" she begged.

Whisp, snap! Timmy brought the strap down again - attacking once more the already traumatized area of thigh flesh he had been focusing on.

"Yeeeeeowwww! Owww! Owww! Ohhh! Stop! Stop!" Jenny bounced and twisted about, at times lewdly poking her pussy and bumhole out at Timmy and Nancy. She tried desperately to free herself, but, alas, without effect.