out here, and I'm afraid Majority wants to give our cute Patty a spanking on her naughty bare bum!" She pulled me a few steps to the right, "Here, p'raps this might help."

So saying, she suddenly pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees, then further down, so that my pretty face was buried in the pile they had made of their damp swimming garments! I tried to pull back, to straighten up, but my hampered wrists and ankles were no help, and before I could move, Mavis had seated herself on my head and was straddling the back of my neck with her knees. "Go ahead, Claire," I heard her musical laughter through the shapely denim-clad haunches around my ears, "Teach this silly naked girl a lesson! In future, p'raps she'll not think so lightly about girls getting caught out nude!"

Thinking back, I suppose that should have been my first clue that Mavis had been onto me and planned this whole thing right from the start. that she had known of my secret obsession and meant to give me a taste of it from the female side. But at the time, I had no chance to think of anything like that. I heard the sibilant "whizzz!" of a supple limb cutting the air, and then felt a sharp, incredibly painful slash of agony across my upturned butt. I bucked, howling my pain into the pile of soggy nylon, and another stinging sweep shot across my pratt.

"Urrghaa! Ahmmm! Ulllgh!"

With the double handicap of a rubber strap through my mouth and my face buried in a pile of wet swimsuits, my screams sounded faint and frivolous, even to my own ears. But I could still hear Sylvia giggle as time and again, Claire brought the willow-switch across my smooth, naked bottom-globes. I jumped as best I could with my hobbled feet. I kicked. I danced. I, Patrick Martin, a male of wealth and influence, became a shimmering arrangement of quivering, jiggling, curvaceous femininity as I bounced and hopped beneath Mavis' thighs and Claire's willow-whip, screaming and weeping into their discarded clothing.

But at last it was over. My cheeks were cooked to Claire's satisfaction and Mavis climbed off me, rubbing her crotch thoughtfully. where my bucking head had been a few moments ago.

"Was that terribly unkind of us, Patty my sweet?" She asked, "Well, try to think of it as an Object Lesson. You've agreed to be our slave for the balance of the expedition, and it's rather important that you understand your status at the outset. Wouldn't you agree, Claire?"

"Completely," Claire discarded the frayed willow branch, massaging her tired arm. "You should figure right from the start that your function here is to amuse us and to serve us in any way we see fit. And if that means a little pain for you, well that's just too bad."

"Awww."

Suddenly I felt something cool and soothing on my burning

rear end. I turned as best I could and saw blonde and busty. Šylvia kneeling tenderly behind me, buttering my rump with an emollient lotion. I sighed with relief, and she kissed me lovingly on my bare back.

"Don't cry, Patty-cakes," She cooed, "Just do as we say, and you'll get your yummies!"

"Which reminds me, 11 Mavis put in, "It's getting close to Dinner Time. Up you go, Patty. It's all tinned goods, and easy to prepare, but you may find it a bit difficult in your condition, so best get started."

She was putting it mildly. It took me almost an hour, hobbling about in my bent-over half-crouching bondage, to open the cans, set everything out on metal plates, and arrange them on hot rocks by the fire. And all the while, I felt the eyes of my companions poring over my feminine nudity like tickling fingers. Claire, I knew, was turned on by the obvious discomfort of my hampering bondage and the rosy glow of my freshly-spanked bottom. Sylvia was almost drooling over the sight of my splendidly-displayed contours as

I swished and jiggled about. And Mavis... Mavis seemed to be enjoying a private joke between the two of us: The knowledged that underneath this incredibly feminine exterior, I was really a dreadfully embarassed and totally helpless male, shaved, stripped, breasted, bound and enslaved by women. Trapped as much by my own appearance and my humiliating nakedness as by the cords that held my wrists and ankles.

After they had eaten, the girls generously removed my bathing cap and allowed me to lick the scraps from their plates before carrying them down to the stream for washing. I thought they might make some concession here and release my arms, but Claire thoughtfully pointed out that I could swab the plates with a soapy cloth and then rinse them by holding them in my mouth and ducking my head into the stream.

Sylvia did mention that it was getting dark, and it would be a shame to spoil my lovely body with mosquito bites, so Mavis brought out a bottle of perfume.

"As it says in Chapter Seven of my forthcoming book, Patty dear; There's no need to buy expensive and foul-smelling insect repellants when many nice perfumes will do just as well."

And so saying, she proceeded to douse me with the heady perfume until I positively reeked.

So it was an aching and embarassed but lovely-looking and sweet-smelling me who made Ker my way back up the trail

to Camp. There, Mavis quickly zipped and snapped our four sleeping bags into one large one, and she and the others began undressing for bed, perfuming each other's bodies when they got down to the buff. Finally, Mavis folded all their clothing into one pack.

"Well Ladies," She said, "I'm going to hide this where Patty can't find it and rejoin you shortly. While I'm gone, why don't you make some arrangement for our Slave for tonight?"