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After a humiliating punsihment in the village pillory, Annabelle and Bobbie are determined to revenge themselves on their tormentors. To do this, they enlist the aid of the thoroughly debauched Anderson Croom, and if his help comes at a price, then the reults are well worth a little rude attention to their bodies.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	07 juillet 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781849895019
Langue	English

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PONY-GIRL TALES - ANNABELLE: PART 2

By
Peter & Penny Birch

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Andrews UK Limited

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This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Peter & Penny Birch

The right of Peter & Penny Birch to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Pony-Girl Tales - Annabelle: Part 2

1985, in an England that never was, but perhaps should have been. . .

Bobbie Silbury was about to be bog-washed. Her knickers had been pulled off and she was being held upside down over a lavatory bowl in the toilets of the Bull pub with her long black hair already dangling in the water as her tormentors prepared to inflict the final humiliation on her.
“Please!” she begged in a last despairing effort even as Joanne reached her hand up to the lavatory chain. “Not down the toilet, please! Please! ”
At that moment there was a click from the direction of the door and the sound of a footstep. Bobbie found herself hastily returned to an upright position.
“What do you lot think you’re playing at?” a rough voice sounded and Bobbie turned to see a thick set woman standing behind them.
“Sorry, err. . . we. . .” Stephanie stammered.
“Well don’t, not in my pub,” the woman continued. “Now get out of here, bloody toffee nosed college girls.”
The last remark had been made to their retreating backs, Bobbie having stolen her moment and bolted for the door. She had hoped to find Anderson Croom in the bar, knowing that he would shelter her. There was only a red faced old man in a tweed jacket and so she made for the door, stumbling in her haste and treating him to a brief flash of bare, nubile bottom as her skirt rose. Stephanie, Joanne and Belinda followed, leaving the pub in a more dignified manner and then breaking into a run after Bobbie’s rapidly retreating figure. Unfortunately Bobbie was no match for the leggy Joanne, who quickly drew ahead of her friends and brought Bobbie down with a tackle half way across the village green. Stephanie and finally Belinda came puffing up and helped Joanne to subdue Bobbie.

“You’re not going to get away with it this time,” Stephanie rasped. “Look, there’s Caroline and the others over by the old pillory, they must have got Kitteridge, drag Silbury along and we’ll join them.”
Caroline certainly had got Bobbie’s friend Annabelle, who had been with her when the prefects came in. A short chase had ended in her capture, after which they had dragged her to the old pillory. The clump of hornbeam screened the area, and the girls has positioned themselves so as to completely hide the pillory from curious eyes and then tied Annabelle into it, using bits of ribbon and their victim’s long white socks to secure her in place, neck and wrists clamped in the pillory and bum stuck out as she waited helplessly for whatever fate they decided on.
First her skirt had been lifted and her knickers pulled down, baring her round pink bottom to the world. A debate had then started about whether they could risk leaving her like that to be found by someone from the village and whether or not she would sneak and get them all punished by Miss Trent. Caroline had been in favour of leaving her, preferably after a good spanking and with a hairbrush stuck up her vagina, reasoning that if she sneaked she would also get punished herself. The others were less certain, preferring to spank her quickly and then let her go.
Eventually Caroline had had to concede defeat and had just begun to slap Annabelle’s cheeks up to a nice rosy pink when Stephanie and her friends appeared from among the trees. The debate had started all over again, but Stephanie’s open contempt for her friends’ caution had swung it the other way.
“But what shall we do with Silbury?” Belinda asked. “There’s only room in the pillory for one.”
“We’ll tie her on Kitteridge’s back,” Caroline replied decisively as she returned to her task of spanking Annabelle with her hairbrush. “Ginny, Emma, - smack - go and see what - smack - really - smack - disgusting - smack - things you can find, I’ve got an idea. - Smack - smack - smack - Stop squealing Kitteridge, you big baby - smack .”

The two girls ran off, leaving the rest of them to horse Bobbie up on Annabelle’s back and fix her in place, only then turning up her skirt to leave her bare bottom exposed. Her thighs were spread wide across her friend’s back, showing off both her sex and the tight pink dimple of her anus, which added an extra tang of humiliation to her woes.
“Right, Kitteridge, Silbury,” the head girl chuckled, “now you’re going to be spanked and I mean spanked pink.”
As she finished she planted another stroke of the hairbrush hard across Annabelle’s bum, sending ripples through her fleshy seat and making her yelp in shock and pain. Caroline paused, gave Bobbie a couple of experimental smacks and then set to work on Annabelle in earnest.
Annabelle wriggled in her bonds, quite unable to avoid the relentless smacks as Caroline’s hairbrush worked her bottom up to an even, burning warmth. She could feel the hot, slightly damp patch where Bobbie’s pussy was pressed against the base of her spine and found herself fighting the sexual feelings that rose irresistibly inside her. Suddenly the spanking stopped, only to begin again with renewed force as Caroline handed the hairbrush to Belinda.
The other girls stayed silent, watching with delighted grins as their friend belaboured the two girl’s naked backsides with the hairbrush, Bobbie staying stoically silent, Annabelle squealing in time to her spanks. After a while the hairbrush was given to Stephanie and then to Tabitha Ferndale, who set to work turning the girls still untouched thighs the same shade of red as their bums.
There was a pause, and Annabelle turned to see Tabitha swap the hairbrush to her left hand and reach out. An instant later a finger touched her vagina, probing the entrance briefly before being wiped on her bottom.
“Tabby!” Annabelle protested.
“Yeuch! She’s all wet!” Tabitha laughed, the others joining in with giggles and lewd remarks at Annabelle’s expense. “Look, so’s Bobbie, watch my finger go in! Euh! She’s all slimy! ”

Bobbie gave in, sighing as Tabitha’s finger slid up her. Tabitha wasn’t the cleverest girl in the Upper Sixth but was certainly among the most attractive, with curly black hair framing an elfin face that made an odd contrast with big, round breasts. Bobbie had always had a crush on her and being fingered when her bottom was already hot with spanking was more than she could bear.
“She’s enjoying it! Look, watch when I touch her clitty!” Tabitha exclaimed in obvious delight and then flushed red as the other girls threw her puzzled looks. “Oh, I mean . . . er. . . that is. . . I mean...”
Tabitha was saved from further embarrassment by the return of Ginny and Emma with a large can which they held away from their bodies with utter disgust.
“What have you got?” Stephanie asked.
“We went around to the alley that goes behind the pub and the garage,” Ginny replied. “There was a barrel of waste oil, and lots of rotten cabbage leaves and stuff, and some old baked beans mixed in with mashed potato, and half a tin of spaghetti with horrible blue mould growing all over it, so we scooped it all into this big can and we added some really yucky slime from the pond on the way back.”
“Perfect,” Caroline chuckled. “Tabby, pull Annabelle’s knickers back up, where are Bobbie’s?”
“We took them off her in the pub,” Stephanie replied. “We were going to bog-wash her and stick them in her mouth or something, but the landlady came in.”
“Have you got them?”
“No, Jo had them.”
“I dropped them,” Joanne answered, “they must be on the floor in the loo, unless the landlady’s got them.”
“Jo!” Bobbie said in alarm. “They’ve got my name tag in. I’ll get reported to college! ”
“Oh, sorry,” Joanne replied sheepishly. Punishing the two girls was one thing, but they all knew that what they were doing had gone far beyond what Miss Trent would consider acceptable behaviour and that if the whole story came out then it would be the senior girls who got the worst punishment.
“Run back and check, Jo, please,” Bobbie begged, “and I’ll promise not to sneak, whatever you do to us.”
Joanne looked to Caroline for confirmation and then ran off in the direction of the pub.
“Oh well, we’ll do Annabelle