Giggling and still a little bit embarrassed by the revelation but excited for the unexpected treat, Isabella came and lay across Mollie’s lap, the cushiony softness of her broad thighs reminding her of her mothers. Mollie adjusted her slightly so that her rump was slightly raised and in the perfect position then gently stroked the prime meat as she had done with Maria. Once she felt the young girl was sufficiently relaxed, she raised her hand and, without hesitation, brought it down hard, slightly cupped, onto her left buttock. The spank landed with a very satisfying smack and Isabella giggled. This smack was followed by another, and another, Mollie striking each cheek at random and sometimes landing in the middle so the giggling, moaning little piggy who lay squirming across her lap, kicking her feet, could not predict where the next strike was going to land. As she spanked Isabella’s lovely back side again and again, Mollie could not help thinking back to Selena at the weekend and how much she had enjoyed the caning. She could not help thinking that the two twelve year olds would have been great friends and wondered if they’d known each other. They would likely have been in the same year at school, after all, but then it seemed unlikely that they actually went to the same school. Everything about the Ramierez family screamed wealth. Real, old-money richness, so it was very likely that the girls attended the elite private girls’ school at the other end of town, not the comprehensive Mrs O’Sullivan’s granddaughters had gone to.

Within a few minutes, Isabella’s lovely, tanned behind was glowing pink so, without warning, Mollie picked up the stamp from the desk, held it against her right cheek and hit it with the required strength to imprint the tattoo then followed it up with a final slap to her left cheek.

“There we go!” Mollie grinned, guiding Isabella to her feet where the girl’s hands automatically went to her glowing backside. “Try not to rub the bit with the stamp for a while. But what do you think? Didn’t hurt too bad after all, did it?”

“No.” the pre-teen admitted. “It…” She blushed a little. “It felt good!”

“Glad to hear it!” Mollie grinned.

“You definitely know how to give a good spanking!” Maria observed with a chuckle.

“All part of the service!” laughed Mollie. “It’s a great way to tenderise rump meat!” All three naked beauties grinned and Mollie noticed Maria and Sophia both involuntarily reach for their own meaty rumps. “Well, officially we’re done here.” she made a couple of clicks on the console and typed in a password. “Physical copies of your files will be waiting for you at reception. Of course,” she quickly checked the time, “if you wanted, I could show you some of the equipment? Little tour of the kitchen?”

“That would be lovely, if you have the time!” Maria beamed. Both girls nodded enthusiastically too. None of them seemed at all self-conscious about being naked, reinforcing Mollie’s perception that they were used to it, probably holidaying at nude beaches or clothing-optional resorts. First she showed them the store room with the equipment that could be used on-site, then led them to the kitchen where she was surprised to see Nora and Rebecca, one of the other senior caterers who was just a year or two older than Mollie, giving a tall, blonde young woman a tour. She was dressed very smartly and certainly didn’t give the impression of being there as potential meat, even ‘though the most cursory glance made it clear she’d make a wonderful spit-roast!

“Oh, hi!” Mollie grinned. “Sorry, these are some clients of mine, just showing them around.” She gestured to Maria and her daughters all of whom gave little waves and smiled politely, making no move to cover their naked bodies or giving any indication that they wanted to. “In fact,” she turned to them, “Rebecca is the one who will be in charge of your cooking on the day and it will be her who you’ll be liaising with after Friday so it’s good that you’ve met!” Maria stepped forward and offered her hand, introducing herself as Maria Ramierez then introducing her two daughters by their first names.

“This is Sarah.” Nora smiled, introducing the unknown young woman to Mollie. “She’s looking to join us as a paid intern in Lydia’s position,” she explained, “then hopefully make it permanent.”

“Lovely to meet you!” Mollie shook the young woman’s hand and, as was her habit when meeting someone new, especially someone who struck her as “eligible”, she made a quick mental assessment of her meat. Like Mollie herself, Sarah was tall. Not abnormally so, just on the taller end of the normal spectrum for a woman. Her age was hard to place with precision but Mollie put her somewhere between eighteen and twenty one. She was wearing a smart pencil-skirt which never the less showed off her curves nicely and she definitely gave Mollie a run for her money in terms of chest and rump! Her dark blonde hair was thick and styled into loose curls.

“Likewise!” Sarah smiled. “Are we about to see the master in action?” she asked, looking past Sarah at the three naked, freshly-stamped piggies.

“Ah no, sorry!” Mollie smiled apologetically. “Just giving them the tour. But it will be Rebecca who actually cooks them when the time comes so maybe you’d be able to help out?”

“Ooh I really hope so!” Sarah grinned. “It would be an honour!” Just then, Rebecca’s work phone chirped with the tone that Mollie recognised as an internal message.

“Ah! Looks like my client’s here!” she grinned. “Nice to have met you.” She smiled at Mrs Ramierez and the girls. “Come on, Sarah, You can watch a proper assessment now and help out with the prep then after…” She stopped herself and glanced at Mollie in a way the red-head perceived as rather furtive. “Well, we’ll see how things go.” Rebecca finished her sentence rather weekly as she, Nora and Sarah headed out of the kitchen.

“So,” Maria asked as she peered into one of the big ovens that she would be roasting in if she opted to be prepared and cooked at the headquarters and delivered ready to serve rather than on site, “what would happen to the girls if I choose this? I understand they have to be legally dead first, before anything can be done to me?”

“Yes, that is a complication.” Mollie nodded, annoyed at herself for not having thought about it before. “What we’d have to do,” she explained, glancing over at the girls who were happily checking out the spits on the rack next to the rotisserie and looking their delicious young bodies up and down, “is get them spitted here, before we start your prep, then deliver them pre-spitted to the venue. It can be pretty fun!” she added with a smile, remembering Jessica, “The bumpier the road on the way, the better!” she winked.

“Hmm well they really did have their hearts set on being spitted in front of everyone.” Maria gave a little sigh. “So I probably shouldn’t take that away from them. Your colleagues can still do a good, thorough prep job on site, right?” she asked, “As long as they have space to work?”

“Yes, for sure.” Mollie assured her. “Anyway, you don’t have to decide just yet.” They concluded the tour and Mollie led them back to the inspection room to collect their clothes, although it seemed clear that none of them would be wearing anything other than shoes and a smile on their way home that day. “Oh, sorry!” Mollie exclaimed, finding she had walked in on Rebecca and Sarah mid-inspection. “The door wasn’t locked. Just grabbing their things,” she smiled, “don’t mind us!” The pair were in the middle of inspecting a very pretty, curly-haired blonde girl of around ten or eleven with the thick but toned, meaty figure of a swimmer or hockey player. Normally walking in on each other, while to be avoided if possible for the sake of the volunteer, was not a big issue but the shocked, guilty look on the faces of all three of the room’s occupants, including the meat-girl herself, made them seem as if they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar, although Mollie could not see anything out of the ordinary.

Writing it off as just one more example of everyone’s strange behaviour that day, Mollie ushered her guests in and handed them carrier bags to put their clothes in then led them back out with another quick apology to her colleague and her own guests and a reminder to make sure the door was locked from the inside while the room was in use in future. At the door which led back out to reception, Maria stopped and, to Mollie’s surprise, took hold on her hand with both of hers, her carrier bag hanging from her wrist.

“I wanted to thank you!” the beautiful, naked woman gushed while her equally beautiful and equally naked daughters looked on. “You’ve been so very kind and helpful today! But I do have just one more favour to ask you, if it’s not too much of a liberty?”

“No harm in asking!” Mollie grinned, trying not to blush at the intense was Maria seemed to be looking at her. “If it’s something I can help you with, I’d be happy to!”

“If I understood correctly,” Maria smiled, “you said you were roasting on Saturday?”

“That’s right?” Mollie nodded inquisitively.

“Well, do you have any plans after work tomorrow?” asked Maria.

“Can’t say that I do.” Mollie admitted honestly which seemed to please Maria.

“Well here’s the thing.” she smiled again, her own cheeks turning a little pink. “Carlos has booked a table at that nice, cosy little Girl and Boy restaurant in town. The one that opened last year, do you know it?”

“Gingerbread?” Mollie asked. “Yeah, we’ve actually collaborated with them a couple of times.”

“Good!” Maria gushed. “Well we’ve having dinner there tomorrow at seven, with his parents, my sister and our parents. But, well,” her blush deepened and she giggled shyly, “Rosita and Carlos, they’re just so… Well, you know, eh? Young love?” Mollie giggled too and nodded.

“I can imagine!”

“Well, I’d feel like a bit of a third wheel if I didn’t bring someone too so I was wondering if…” She squeezed Mollie’s hand a little tighter. “Would you accompany me? Be my date for the evening? Carlos is paying for everything!” she assured her quickly. “And we can send a cab to pick you up so you can enjoy the wine without worrying. Then maybe afterwards,” she looked down at the floor shyly. “If you wanted, that is, you could come back to the house and help us all with a little more tenderising? Carlos and Rosita will be going to a hotel for the night so I’d welcome the company.”

“That sounds wonderful!” Mollie exclaimed, her own cheeks burning and heart beating faster than it had since she sent the email confirming her willingness to roast. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s a date!” Maria grinned. “You have my number on the file, right? Text me your address and a car will be there for you at six thirty tomorrow!”


To be continued...