Pt 15

“Well?” Frank chuckled as the naked little brunette looked up at him shyly. “Don’t leave me hanging! What’s this favour you wanted to ask me?”

“Well…” Stephanie looked up and twisted her fingers together, giving the distinct impression that she would be twisting the hem of her dress if she had been wearing one. “There’s this thing I really like and I’d like to experience it once before before I go in the pot. I could ask Daddy but as it’s your wedding I thought maybe…” She tailed off, blushing a little.

“Go on!” Frank smiled, kneeling down so that his face was level with hers, hoping that would make her feel less shy. He could not help wondering what favour that naked cutie was about to ask that her dad would also be capable of fulfilling. His night with the two spit-sisters had a kind of bachelor party excess, a wedding gift from his now-wife, but would it be right to engage sexually with this virtual stranger on his wedding day if that’s what she asked? On the other hand, as she really was giving all she had to give to help his wedding celebrations go with a bang, did he have the right to deny her any request she might make? “Don’t be shy.” She smiled reassuringly. “Tell me what it is you’d like me to do for you?”

“Will you spank me?” Stephanie blurted out as if attempting to get all the words out of her mouth before she lost her nerve and tried to shove them back in. “Hard. On my butt!”

“You like being spanked?” Frank chuckled, amused but also a little relieved. Surely even the most possessive of brides would not begrudge a meat girl a little tenderising of that sort as her last request.

“I love it!” Stephanie grinned, blushing furiously. “Mummy did it to me once when I had been really bad thinking it would teach me a lesson but it just made me want to do more bad stuff so I’d get spanked again! In the end I just started asking her to do it as I ran out of ideas of things to do. Then I found out Daddy was so much better at it! So… Yeah!” She concluded with a shy smile. “I’d like you to spank my butt before I go in the pot! Might help soften up my meat too. What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me!” Frank could not help laughing. Just as he was starting to wonder how much longer it would be before the meal preparation would progress, two assistants from the kitchen wheeled out a trolley with a large metal pot on it. Reaching the cooking pot, they poured the contents in – it looked to Frank like the chum he had seen people using in movies to attract sharks. It was not difficult to guess where it had come from and he was pleased to see that no part of the girls’ meat would be going to waste. They then poured in two large jugs of red wine and one activated the gas ring beneath, on the low flame for the time being, while the other stirred the new ingredients into the water. The vegetables and some more wine would be added later, once all the meat was chopped.

Along the back of the patio was a row of spikes, sharp-tipped and behind a rope to warn people of going too close. Frank and Stephanie both watched in fascination as the trolley was wheeled towards this area and the pair of assistants carefully lifted a long plastic box from the bottom and set it on the top next to the pot which had held the “chum”. The wisps that rose from it when opened showed that the inside must have been kept quite cold, like a container used for transporting organs for transplant.

Carefully, the assistants took out three heads and lowered them onto the spikes for display. They were the closed-eyed, smiling heads of Claire, Chelsea and Julia. These pretty, severed heads occupied the first three of six spikes and it gave Stephanie quite a thrill to know that one of the vacant ones was meant for her. Laura and Megan would be spitted whole with their heads being cooked along with the rest of their bodies and diners would be as welcome to cut meat from Melody’s face as from anywhere else but the girls who were butchered, or who would be cut up for the stew once they lost consciousness, would have their heads put on display as part of the wedding decorations.

“Looks like we better get on with this!” Frank observed, knowing that there would not be much time left before the three little girls were asked to climb into the pot. Quickly, he found a chair from around one of the tables that was not currently occupied and pulled it into a space then sat down. Once he was comfortable, her gave his lap a pat and Stephanie lowered herself across it, face down, with her cute little bottom slightly raised. “Ready?” Frank asked, raising his hand. The naked little girl nodded excitedly and bit her lip, bracing herself for the stinging sensation she loved so much.

With a swift action, Frank brought the palm of his hand down sharply against her proffered behind. The resulting slapping sound and the yelp it elicited drew attention and, much as they had with Melody, several of the guests started to gather round to enjoy the show. As he administered a second smack, Frank could feel the familiar stirring in his own trousers. As the repeated motion turned Stephanie’s cute little bottom bright red, the moans and squeaks she gave out made it very clear how much she was enjoying herself too. With each hit of the Frank’s cupped palm, the skin of her backside became more and more inflamed, making the sensation of each successive smack infinitely more intense than the last.

In all his experiences with women and girls, Frank had never seen any reach climax without even a little genital stimulation but there was not mistaking what was happening as the little girl across his lap arched her back, shuddered and cried out. If this was how she reacted to the pain of getting her ass slapped, Frank thought to himself, then she was going to have the time of her short life boiling to death in the pot!

As Frank held Stephanie’s hand and helped her to her rather unsteady feet, her round little behind practically glowing, Daisy bounced forward. It was clear from the grin on her face that she had enjoyed her friend’s performance.

“Does only Stephanie’s butt get to be tenderised like that?” she asked with a giggle, “Or do we all get a turn?”

“That depends!” Frank explained with a chuckle. “Do you want to go in the pot with your cute little butt looking like Rudolph’s nose?” By way of answer, his naked little step-daughter bounced forward and lay herself across his lap as her friend had done and rested her chin on her folded arms, an excited and expectant look on her face.

As he blew on his rather sore hand in preparation, Frank noticed Chelsea standing at the front of the watching crowd, hopping excitedly from foot to foot. It seemed all three girls were hoping to receive some harsh discipline before going in the pot!

In the kitchen, the chef pulled the two small girls out of the oven to check on their progress while his assistant cleaned up the mess left by the slaughter of the three girls and Julia’s subsequent butchering. Although they were still quite a long way from being done, they were coming along nicely and already starting to smell delicious!

The assistant was finding it very hard to focus on his duties as his mind kept wandering back to Julia’s final moments. Although he had been working there for over four months and had assisted with the butchering and preparation of several young girls, girls as old as Julia were quite a rarity for even the more seasoned chefs and she had been his first.

As he scrubbed the congealed blood from the tiled wall of the area where the beautiful teenager’s carcass had hung to bleed out, prior to being dismembered, his mind relived every erotic, mind-blowing moment of her slaughter and the minutes leading up to it!