Deciding it would be more fun to leave the announcement of the scores until the end, Mollie moved onto Sophia who, at fourteen, was far more typical of the meat she generally inspected. Her shapely young breasts were ridiculously firm, her rump and thighs delectable and her had no problem gripping Mollie’s fingers so hard with her internal muscles that she practically crushed them.

“Maybe you won’t need a stabiliser on the spit after all?” Mollie teased as she drew her fingers out, having tested the thickness of the teen’s meaty fillet with her thumb. “With a grip like that!” Sophia giggled and helped her little sister up onto the scales for her own weighing and photographing. The highlight of the inspection session, as far as the family were concerned at least, came a few minutes later when, maybe from lack of experience or maybe due to the build-up of excitement from watching her mum and sister inspected as meat, knowing that her turn was coming, Isabella experienced a loud and powerful orgasm almost immediately as Mollie slipped her fingers up inside her! “Glad to know I’ve still got it!” Mollie chuckled, slipping her fingers out and pulling off the glove. Isabella blushed but giggled along with the others and it was very clear that this would be the story that got shared with family and friends when they asked how the inspection had gone!

“Okay!” Mollie grinned once all the forms had been filled in and the calculations done. “I’ll email these to you, of course,” she smiled, “and print copies for you to take with you if you’d like but who wants to know their grade?”

“I do! I do!” Isabella’s hand shop up and she rocked on her heels excitedly while the other two grinned and nodded, all three sets of green-grey eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Well,” Mollie gave a deep, theatrical sigh, “I’m very sorry to say…” She paused for dramatic effect, watching the youngest meat-girl’s eyes go wide with concern although the older two seemed to realise easily enough that she was making a joke. “I’m afraid,” she sighed again, “you’re all A Plus!” She said these last words with a joyful flourish and the three naked volunteers beamed with pride and hugged each other. “Now that you know that,” Mollie grinned, pulling open a draw under the console desk and taking out a plastic box which contained a very special piece of equipment, “who wants to make it official with a stamp?”

Of course once again the answer was a unanimous and unequivocal yes! As with the inspections, Maria offered to go first. Having learned from experience that it was easier and the best way to make sure the volunteer stayed still, Mollie had her lay face down on the warm floor then knelt beside her and used a wipe to gently clean the area of her spectacular rump where the stamp was going to go.

“This is going to sting.” Mollie informed her apologetically. “Over the next few hours it will probably be sore, like sunburn, and raised a little. You won’t want clothing right up against it for a few hours. The skirt you came in should be fine,” she realised she was stroking the beautiful woman’s delicious backside as she spoke but Maria certainly did not seem to be objecting, “but no underwear or tights.”

“What about my shorts?” Isabella asked.

“Those should be okay,” Mollie nodded, “but I’d avoid your jeans.” she told Sophia apologetically. “We can give you a towel for the journey home if you like?”

“Or I could just stay naked?” the teen countered with a casual shrug followed by a grin. “I’m a meat-girl after all, and isn’t the whole point of having the stamp to show it off?”

“That works too!” Mollie chuckled. “Although I’ll still lend you a towel for in the car, you don’t want your bare skin sticking to the seats!”

“Oh we didn’t come by car.” Sophia informed her breezily. “The weather’s nice so we decided to walk. Only took about twenty minutes.”

“I see!” Mollie chuckled. “Well in that case we’ll find you a carrier bag for your things!” She was fairly sure nobody would be upset by the sight of the beautiful young teen walking proudly naked down the street and wondered if the rest of the family would decide to follow her lead. “Are you ready?” She gave Maria’s rump a gentle pat.

“Oh yes!” Maria grinned, resting her chin on her folded arms as she lay face down on the floor, her spectacular bosom squashed beneath her. “Mark me as a premium piggy! Or should that be premium turkey?” she asked with a giggle which the others echoed.

“Either way, you’re a premium piece of meat!” Mollie chuckled, positioning the stamp on the lower part of her right cheek. “Ready?” Maria nodded and, holding the stamp in place with one hand, Mollie smacked it hard with the side of other fist, hard enough to make her own hand sting a little. The thousands of tiny needles fed from an ink reservoir within the stamp pierced Maria’s soft, olive skin simultaneously, permanently imprinting their message upon her, making her as meat. She let out a slight gasp, more of surprise than pain, and her eyes went a little wide but otherwise she did not protest in any way. Carefully, Mollie pulled the stamp away to see the perfect mark that it had left. The stamp was circular, with the words “Officially certified by Sawney Bean Catering Company LTD Est. 2034. Grading valid for 90 days from date of evaluation” in tiny letters around the outside and, in the middle, a big capital letter A with a plus sign next to it. The ink was a deep red which took on a burgundy hue on Maria’s lovely Mediterranean skin. “Perfect!” Mollie grinned, giving her unmarked buttock a cheeky and playful slap. “Next!”

As with the inspections, Sophia was the next to receive her official grading stamp. Without needing to be told, she took her mother’s place on the floor and followed Mollie’s instructions to relax and try to breath deeply as her muscles, including those in her rump, were tensed in anticipation which could cause the stamp’s imprint to distort. With a hand resting gently on the teen’s delicious backside, she felt the tension drain then positioned the stamp as she had done before and gave it a firm punch once again, leaving Sophia with the same indelible mark as her mother, officially labelling her lovely young body as premium meat. Finally, Isabella took her place on the floor. From the way that she was breathing, Mollie could tell that the youngest of the three volunteers was nervous.

“Are you okay?” she asked kindly, running a hand over the pre-teen’s back and rump which was smaller but no less delectable than her sister’s or mum’s. “You don’t have to have this if you don’t want to.” She reminded her in a gentle tone. “The grade will still apply and will be on all your paperwork!”

“No, I do want it.” Isabella assured her in a tone that made Mollie think it was more a case of not wanting to be the only one without the stamp, leading people to wonder if she had not achieved the same grade or that she had been scared. “But…” She lowered her voice and spoke softly. “Is it going to hurt a lot?”

“It will hurt.” Mollie told her honestly. “But no worse than getting a hard spanking. You know what that feels like, right?” Isabella’s cute blush and her sister’s involuntary snort of amusement told Mollie that the young meat-girl not only knew exactly what spanking felt like but was quite a fan of it.

“Yeah.” She smiled a little sheepishly. “I know what that feels like.”

“Here’s an idea.” Mollie suggested with a smile. “How about I give you a spanking first then, when your rump is all nice and pink, we put the stamp on. It will feel just like one more spank and hopefully be more fun. What do you think?” Isabella nodded gratefully and sat up.

“Is it too late for me to take that offer?” Maria teased, making it Mollie’s turn to blush.

“Call me and we’ll talk!” the red-head teased back with a wink as she got up off the floor and went to sit on one of the chairs. “Come on then, little piggy!” she patted her lap. “Let’s be having you!”


To be continued...