"So I see. You're a real beauty. You've even lost your accent."
"That was just one more part of the change, Bret. Bette is the most amazing person I've ever met."
"I'll let you in on a secret, Edith. I don't think she's a person at all. She's more than just a mere mortal. Christ, you're so beautiful," he repeated as his gaze moved over the big woman in the sexy black satin dress that was cut low to display her lush, white breasts and which clung to her wide, well fleshed hips and buttocks.
"If you think I'm so beautiful, why don't you take me in your arms and show me, Bret."
His eyes shining, Bret reached for the hostess and then they were kissing wetly, passionately, his hands rubbing the back of her dress, discovering the bigness and firmness of a pair of buttocks he hungered to see and to play with and, if luck was with him, to press firmly against with his penis up her rectum to the hilt.
After the kiss, Edith went to Honey and guided the big black woman into another sexy embrace.
"I'm dying to see you in the nude, Honey," Edith told her after the kiss. "You're a big beauty and you'll be my first black lover."
"Thanks, Edith. When the two of us get down to the bare meat and start romping, we'll really turn the rest of them on."
Edith embraced Bette, they shared a sexy kiss, then Bette asked where Tom was.
"He's fixing drinks and that reminds me," she said, looking at her watch. "That little bitch is two minutes late. Her bare ass will pay dearly for that."
At that moment, Tom walked hurriedly into the room carrying a tray of drinks. But nobody looked at the tray.
Instead, they stared at Tom in disbelief. He/she was wearing a blonde wig which framed a skillfully made up face that looked very female. The dress was cut low to reveal a padded red bra.
From the waist, the dress flared and the hem was high, showing the expanded tops of nylons on hairless thighs that also looked quite feminine and, Bret observed to his surprise, very sexy.
"I'm sorry to be late, Mistress," the maid said with a bow, then he put the tray down on the low coffee table.
As he did, the skirt rode high so that Bret and the others were able to see how a pair of red panties hugged a smooth behind, covering little of it. There were many bruises on the white buttocks and thighs, obviously left behind by a strap or other implement of punishment.
Feasting his eyes on the sight, Bret hoped he would be permitted to bugger the shemale before the party was over.
"You're not as sorry as you're going to be," Edith told her husband.
"Oh please, Mistress," Tom pleaded as he dropped to his knees and looked up at her, his eyes already wet with tears that would soon be flowing freely, "not with all these people here. Please."
"Silly girl," Edith taunted as she turned away from him and picked up a drink, inviting the others to follow suit. "Our guests are going to watch me spank and strap my silly little girl's bare bum. They're going to hear her crying like a baby and they're going to join me in subjecting you to every form of humiliation."
"Please, Mistress," the kneeling figure begged.
"Why are you acting so silly?" Edith demanded. "Lord knows, you've been spanked and humiliated in front of my friends before."
"Yes, Mistress, but they were always women."
"So that's it, is it? I'm glad it humiliates you to have a man present. I'm going to cash in on that. If my friend Bret cares to, he may bugger your ass after I've painted it flaming red with my hand, my slipper and the strap."
"Oh no… please… please… not that."
"Stand up you silly thing. Raise your skirt and show our guests your pretty little panties."
Tom gasped, then, blushing like the girl he pre tended to be, the man slowly raised his skirt high and there were more gasps from the audience.
Above the waistband of the clinging bikini panties protruded what looked like about eight or nine inches of very stiff penis. For all his pleading and apparent discomfort, it was clear that Tom was highly aroused.
"I've never seen a girl wear panties quite like that," Bette observed and joined the others in laughing while the shemale squirmed and blushed.
"You know the house rules, bitch," Edith snapped, a malevolent expression on her face. "You are not permitted to get a hard-on without permission."
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I couldn't help it. It just happened."
"Hard-ons don't just happen. You must be harboring lustful thoughts and desires."
"Oh no, Mistress, I swear it."
"You're lying. That means additional punishment. Do you dare tell me you can look at Bette and Honey without wanting to see and touch those beautiful tits and asses and cunts? Do you?"
"No, Mistress. I'm sorry."
"Make that cock go soft at once."
"I… I can't," he replied and began to sob, very close to crying.
"That does it," Edith announced and, putting her drink down, went to sit on an armless chair, the hem of her dress pulled above her hips to display lovely, firm, big thighs, the whiteness of which contrasted excitingly with the black suspenders and panties.
"Honey dear, take her panties down for me, will you, please?"
"Sure thing, Edith. One pair of panties coming down."
As Honey tugged the panties down, she closed a hand around a very stiff tool that felt as hard as a bone, then she ran her other hand over a bared buttock.
"Your bum is so cool and white," she observed aloud, winking at Edith.
"I can assure you that will change," Edith said as she patted her thighs. "Get over here to have your ass soundly spanked."
The sobbing maid, mammoth penis swaying, hurried to her, holding the skirt well above his waist, then Edith grabbed a wrist and pulled him sprawling across the platform of lovely, smooth, firm thighs.
She positioned him to her right so that his erection was poking under her thighs. Delighting in the sight, Honey bent to get a better view of the tool and saw that it was twitching, the big head swollen as though it would explode.
As Edith began spanking the upturned buttocks, it was clear that she wasn't easing up. Each slap rang through the room like a shot and left a fiery red blotch. Tom began his crying with the first stinging smack and continued while his wife spanked in obvious enjoyment, scolding mixed with curses, threats and words of humiliation.
"Jesus, she doesn't fool around. Look at the color of those ass cheeks," Bette said to her father.
"I'm looking. I never knew that spanking could be such a turn-on." As he spoke, Bret unzipped his fly and took his hard penis out to provide a measure of relief. The gentle hand of his daughter provided that for him.
When the victim's buttocks, thighs and hips had been totally painted red and flecked with purple bruises, Edith delivered one more lusty spank, then pushed him onto the floor.
"Christ, I hope he didn't break that beautiful bone," Honey said, fervently.
"Wouldn't that be a terrible waste?" Bette agreed as she saw the crying shemale turn over, painfully and noted that his erection was still in splendid condition, despite the fall and the spanking.
"That was only the beginning," Edith announced as she got to her feet and, her face flushed with excitement, she went to the table to rescue her drink, her big breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
"You're really something, Edith," Bette said as she squeezed one of the woman's buttocks. "One of these days I'll ask you to give me a spanking. Not that hard, mind you," she added with a rueful grin.
"I'd love to, darling. In my new life, I've spanked a few feminine bums and I must admit, I love it. Say the word and I'll give you a brisk spanking that will delight you. Your beautiful bum will get warm, a bit hot and all tingly."
While they sipped their drinks, the group looked often at the softly crying, whimpering victim who stood bent from the waist, hands resting on the arm of a chair, skirt tossed over his back to display the glowing buttocks and still very hard penis.