From behind, the men could see the waist of her jeans go slack. "YEAAAAAAH." She
worked her thumbs into the top of the jeans and carefully started to lower them.
She pulled the material away from her hips, careful not to catch her panties as
well. She slowly pulled them down. "WHEEEEEEEW!!!" Slowly her white panties were
exposed. Then, inch by inch, her scrumptious round ass came into the men's view.
She lowered her jeans over the ripe cheeks to the tops of her thighs, presenting
a stunning firm, round bottom covered by white panties, which were bunched up
between her cheeks. "HUH, HUH, HUH," the men chanted. She waited her next
instruction. "A little lower," said Mike. She moved them down a couple of inches,
past the widest part of her hips. "Lower," Another few inches. "Take a couple of
steps back, toward us," Mike commanded. Slowly she moved away from the table. She
waited. "Take them off." She was startled. That would leave her almost totally
naked. She couldn't argue. "Lean forward, Kate, and push them all the way down
your legs without bending your knees." She began to do as he said and lower the
jeans down her tapering brown thighs, bending at the waist. The motion rounded
her ass, making it stick out in front of the men. "OH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!" she
heard. "Stick it OUT," Her breasts hung pendulously as she bent over. Auggie
leaned forward in his seat towards her bottom, staring at it. It took all of his
self control not to reach out and grab it. She pushed the jeans all the way down
her long slim legs. "Okay," said Mike, "now step out of them without standing
back up." She lifted one leg at a time, jiggling her breasts and spreading her
bottom cheeks in her panties, and managed to pull both of her bare feet free.
"Stand back up." She raised herself back upright. Mike walked up, and stood on
her left side. He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just her
panties and mauled bikini top. "Go back to the table." She took the couple of
steps necessary to reach the edge of the table. The front of her thighs leaned
against the edge. She looked at Ken and Tom sitting in front of her and noticed
they were both staring at the front of her panties. She was totally helpless.
There was nothing she could do. She stood with her long legs bare all the way up
from her delicate ankles,  up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart.
"Now," said Mike's voice behind her, "reach back behind you and grab your
panties." Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material, just
above each bottom cheek. "Now pull them up." She began to pull the material
upwards, arching her back and slowly exposing her cheeks as the material
reluctantly pulled away. The faint imprint of where the panties had been was
visible, an indentation in the smooth s kin. "Higher." She pulled the material
taught, pulling much of it into the crack. "HUH, HUH, HUH..." "Now lean forward."
Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the table edge with the
front of her thighs. Once again her breasts hung freely from the bikini top. Out
of the corner of her eye she could see Ken staring at them. "Keep your legs
straight and lean all the way over." The height of the table was such that in
order to make contact with it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips,
making her ass the highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees
tightly together and bent forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her
full ass cheeks rounded in front of the appreciative eyes. "Now," said Mike from
behind her, "give your hands to Ken and Tom." She became frightened again. She
looked up at them fearfully. Tom smiled again. Ken didn't. He just stared
silently. She let go of her panties which snapped back down, though most of them
remained wedged in her bottom. She slowly reached her hands out in front to her.
The contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt clammy. "Okay," said
Mike, "pull her as far forward as you can without pulling her off her feet." They
each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands and pulled her forward.
As they straightened her arms out, her breasts mashed against the table top. With
her arms being held down, she felt so vulnerable. She could feel her bottom
sticking up in the air. Mike picked up the spatula and whipped it through the
air. "WHOOOOOAAAA" a cheer went up from the men. He walked up to Kate's waiting
ass. He gripped her panties in the middle just above her bottom and pulled up on
them, once again forcing the material into the crease between her cheeks.
"YEEEAHHH." He laid the spatula against her right cheek and pressed it against
her skin. Small bulges appeared in the holes cut in the plastic. He lifted it
away and inspected the imprint. Mike got down on one knee, with his face just
inches from her left cheek. He just looked for a moment. "Come ONNNNN," said
Auggie, "let's see that ASS!" Mike didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of
the spatula and touched Kate's leg with it, just behind her left knee. The knee
flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh, rising up
himself as he did. Then he moved it into the line between her legs, a line she
was tightly holding together. Kate squinted her eyes shut at she felt the utensil
on her skin. The teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace herself.
Mike reached out and grasped the top of her panties. He slowly pulled them down
over her ripe ass. Kate let out a moan of shame. Now her bottom was totally
exposed. He pulled them down to the top of her thighs, exposing both luscious
cheeks and the dark line that ran between them that turned into a gentle "Y" at
the top. Mike grabbed her right cheek in his hand. He squeezed it, causing her
flesh the bulge between his fingers. "Lemme' see her ASSHOLE," said Auggie
suddenly Both Tom and Ken felt her try to pull her arms free. They held them fast
as she squirmed on the table top.  The men watched her ass wiggle around.
"SPLAT," Mike brought the spatula down. "SPLAT," instantly again on the other
side. "AHHHHHH" Kate cried out in pain. The burning was much worse than before.
She burst into fresh tears. Ken and Tom held her hands tightly. The watched her
lovely face as the tears rolled down. Her bottom was suddenly much redder than it
had been. Mike reached down and rubbed both cheeks. She held her knees tightly
together. "SPLAT," a little lower this time. "SPLAT," on the other side.
"AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again. Mike rubbed her bottom with his hands again.
Auggie and the other men stared. Kate sobbed. Her bottom was on fire. Mike
continued to rub the red cheeks. "Now, Kate," he said, "I want you to stay
perfectly still." She gave no reaction. "Ready, Auggie?" asked Mike. The greasy
restauranteur's face was bright pink. Mike slipped his fingers into the crack of
Kate's bottom and pulled her asscheeks apart, giving the men a clear view of her
anus. She cried out in shame and humiliation. How could anyone be so disgusting?
She asked herself over and over. How could anyone even think of such a depraved
thing. Her bottom buzzed with warm pain. Mike released her asscheeks and stepped
back. The four red marks were clearly visible. He walked to the table they had
all been in and picked up the pitcher of ice water the waitress had left them.
Ice was still floating in it. "Kate here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he
said, "so we better cool things off a bit." The men all smiled, seeing what he
was going to do. Mike walked back over to the bent over girl, and stood just over
her red bottom. He pushed his hip against hers and reached around and grabbed her
other side, holding her firmly. He tipped to the pitcher, and a stream of water
came down and made contact with Kate's lower back. "AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she
cried out in shock. Her body lurched forward onto to the table as both of her
feet left to the floor. She pulled against Ken and Tom. Mike let to the water run
down over her reddened bottom. It make tickles down off of to the round cheeks.
Streams poured down her legs and ran into her panties. Her legs kicked in to the
air. She gasped at to the cold. He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks. He
pointed to the pitcher into her panties and poured water onto them. To the cold
water spilled out of to the crotch band and ran over down her thighs. He set to
the pitcher down on to the other table and reached down and grabbed them. He
pulled her panties back up, pulled a puddle of cold water into contact with her
crotch. She whimpered as to the cold, wet material made contact with her skin.
Mike waited until she was still again and motioned to Tom and Ken, who let go of
to the distraught girl. Mike pulled her to her feet. Kate stood in total
humiliation. She covered her big breasts with her arms. Water dripped down her
legs from her sopping wet panties which were pulled tightly back into place. To
the men, who had been almost spellbound, came to life again. They cheered and
gave each other high fives. Mike handed Kate her jeans. "Here, you can put these
back on." She took to the jeans and held them in front of her. "You can have five
minutes in to the Ladies Room." Kate quickly moved away from to the men and
started towards to the restrooms. "But leave to the panties on." The men all
laughed. Mike looked at his watch at to the sound of to the Ladies' Room door
closing. "That was to the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one of to the
men. "And to the COLDEST," said another. They all laughed. "Yeah," replied Mike,
"I went easy on her this time." He smiled at to the men. "Cause she's still got a
coming up. She has to practice her cheers, cause she is going to be putting on a
show tonight that she doesn't know about." "Whooooa," said one of to the men.

"And tomorrow," Mike said. "Tomorrow, we're taking Kate to to the Mall."