When I hand my panties to Jane she always goes through a little ritual of opening them up so she has got a clear view of the crotch. She views the wetness, and shakes her head disapprovingly. This always causes my lower lip to pout, and I am genuinely ashamed of myself.

To make matters worse she then passes them over to Ben who repeats the routine. He then likes to make me even more mortified by lifting my panties up to his nose and inhaling my aroma.

Once they have completed the panties routine, and I am totally naked, I must assume my lurid 'position'. I place my hands on my head, push my elbows back, and thrust my perky little breasts forward. Then I open my legs wide and wait. They then take the time to inspect my pubic area to ensure I am freshly shaven. If they feel the stubble is too long it is reason for additional punishment.

Initially it was always only Jane who inspected my pubic region, but now she shares the task with Ben. The whole process is torturingly humiliating, but is more so when it is Ben touching my genital area. Especially as it is evident through the bulge in his trousers that he is erect. Although the purpose for touching my pubes is supposedly to check that I am freshly shaven, both Jane and Ben always manage to 'accidentally' rub the back of their hand, or a finger, against my swollen lips and clitoris. On such occasions I struggle to stop myself from pushing my hips forward in an attempt to increase the pressure of their touch.

They both know well that these humiliation and punishment rituals are very sexually stimulating for me. However they never allow it to become overt, and is never spoken of outside of the punishment sessions. It would therefore be very poor form for me to act in a manner that was clearly, and overtly, sexual. I had the impression that if I thrust my hips forward they would be very disapproving, and the resulting punishment would be severe.

Once the inspection of my genitalia is complete I am pulled over Jane's knee without ceremony and given a short, sharp spanking. I must then thank her for the spanking before walking on my knees over to Ben to get a repeat dose. I then thank him also for the spanking. They know that I will shortly be on my way home to Michael and therefore take care to ensure my backside is not too tanned. In fact by the time I arrive home most of the redness is gone, although my buttocks are sensitive enough to remind me I what I have been through.

I think Ben and Jane know that the humiliating ritual they put me through is almost worse than the actual spanking, therefore do not feel any need to make the spanking lengthy or overly painful.

Once they have finished spanking me I stand up in front of Jane and she takes the folded bundle of my clothes and methodically dresses me like a little child. Even to the extent of giving me a pat on my bottom to send me on my way home.

When I arrive home I am always on a high and feeling very sexual. I struggle to wait until bedtime so that I can make love to my husband, Michael. Since my punishment sessions commenced my sexual appetite has skyrocketed, much to Michael's amazement, and extreme pleasure. When we have sex I love to feel his rough hands touching my tender buttocks. It makes my orgasms explosive.

Whenever Michael is going away on business, which tends to be every three weeks or so, my Parents in Law always invite me over for dinner. I know I will also be punished. What I do not know is how I will be punished. Ben and Jane always try to vary these sessions to find new ways of humiliating and punishing me.

On one of these dinner sessions, about six weeks ago, I arrived sharply at 6.30 as instructed. Jane said she had forgotten to get something for dinner and asked if I wanted to ride in the car with her to the supermarket. I was always wary of being in the house alone with Ben therefore readily agreed.

Jane backed out of the garage onto the road, but did not drive off. She turned her head towards me and looked me straight in the eye.

'Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees.'

I was shocked. Up until now my humiliation had always been conducted within the confines of my Parents in Law's home. And I always felt this is where it would remain. I was totally unprepared for Jane's request and sat there stunned, unable and unwilling to move.

'Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees' She repeated herself slowly, as if talking to a child who was struggling to understand the request

I wanted to say something to her about the inappropriateness of what she was asking of me, but as is often the case in these types of situations, words failed me.

I inhaled a few deep breaths, then reached down and unbuckled the belt of my jeans, and unfastened the fly. As inconspicuously as I could I raised my bum off the seat so that I could lower my jeans and panties. As I lowered my backside I felt the roughness and cold of the car seat pressing against my nakedness.

'Lower them to your knees, as I asked'

I lowered my jeans and panties until they were bunched on my knees. Jane then reached into the glove box of the car and pulled out a box of tissues, removing several of them.

She leaned towards me with the tissues in her hand.

'Raise your bottom' Jane requested.

I looked back at her, frowning with confusion.

'Raise your bottom so I can put these tissues under you. I don't want you secreting your juices on my car seat, do I?'

Oh my God. How utterly and totally humiliating. Her propensity for finding new ways to humiliate me knew no boundaries.

I raised my bottom and felt totally foolish as she carefully laid the tissues under me. Once completed Jane set off for the supermarket

I began to get uneasy as we turned onto roads where there was more traffic. I was mortified that someone would look into the car while we drove pass and see my nakedness.

Jane could see the apprehension written all over my face

'Don't even think of pulling your jeans up. If you do you will receive a severe punishment.'

I hung my head and stared at the crumpled heap of clothing at my knees. I was afraid to look up in case I saw someone looking down at my naked thighs. We travelled the rest of the way to the supermarket in silence. As we arrived at the supermarket car park Jane drove past empty car parks until she found one that was directly under a light. She looked over at me with a self-satisfied smile

'Back shortly' Jane disappeared into the supermarket to do her shopping.

I furtively began looking around the car park, carefully watching for people moving about. If someone walked beside the car I would be fully exposed to them. What if it was somebody I knew. I then spotted a mother with her young daughter heading directly towards our car. In a blind panic I pulled my panties and jeans up. I did not have time to fasten them, but rested my hands in front of my pelvis to conceal myself.

As the woman walked right past the car she looked over at me and gave me a polite smile of acknowledgement. I sheepishly smiled back.

Once the woman and child were out of sight I looked over to the supermarket and spotted Jane walking towards me. I frantically lowered my jeans and panties, trying not to make it obvious to Jane what I was doing.

Jane placed the groceries in the back seat of the car, hoped into the driver's seat, and drove away without a word.

I silently blew a heavy sigh of relief. That was close. Almost busted.

We drove in total silence

We were nearly two-thirds of the way home when my Mother in Law pulled the car over to the side of the road.

She then turned to me and looked at me in anger

'You pulled your panties and jeans up, didn't you?'

Oh darn. This was not good.

'Yes Ma'am. But you don't understand. There was a mother and child walking directly past the car. They would have seen my nakedness.'