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487 lines
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"NOT ANOTHER WORD!"
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(a short story)
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It was hard to believe! Her last year of High School! Donna Pularski
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came home Friday afternoon at 5:00pm. Already the first month of school
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was over! She was anxious to get ready for her date!
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Her mom greeted her at the door.
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"Mr. Baines called this afternoon,"
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she said, somewhat calmly.
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!-------THUD!--------!
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Donna's heart stopped! Mr. Baines was the principal at the school!
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.......He did NOT call often!
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Mrs. Pularski looked at her daughter and her beet red face!
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She knew.
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"Yes..........He said you were absent today....and
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Wednesday.......and went home Tuesday after second
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hour because you were 'sick'!"
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she spat out the words.
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"Seems your good friends Pam Davis and Jane
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Kirby were also 'sick'!"
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"DO YOU THINK WE ARE STUPID!"
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she yelled at the top of her lungs!
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(This was BAD! Donna worried to herself!)
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"Get 'em off and get downstairs!
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..........over Godzilla!" Mrs. Pularski screamed!
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(OH NO! Donna gulped but didn't say a word...this was REAL BAD!)
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"Godzilla" was the nick name the family used for the monstrosity of an
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arm chair that her Dad bought at a charity auction. It was fabric padded
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and almost two people could sit in it. Mom and Dad fought over it.
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Mrs. Pularski could barely move it to vacuum. She wanted it out!
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But Dad prevailed.....as always.
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There was nothing worse than being over "Godzilla"! You were stripped
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naked and tied! Only twice before had it ever happened to her.
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Once last year, when she took the car without permission, and damaged
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the whole front end. The other, three years ago for getting caught
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smoking.
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Maybe she thought, even though she wanted to protest being stripped......
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.....after all she was 18!........that she should just take it,
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get it over with before Dad came home,
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and...... MAYBE.....get to go out tonight!
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She went downstairs to the rec room, followed by her mother. Without
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too many words, she gathered up her courage and took off all her clothes
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while her Mother watched! GOD! she felt so embarrassed being treated
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like a child! She literally had to hop up over the back of the
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mammoth chair. Her feet dangled.
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Her mother tied her wrists to the heavy arms. Then felt her legs being
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pulled apart and tied to the heavy rear legs. She just sort of
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balanced
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with her tummy on the back of the chair. Arms stretched out and feet
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tied wide and off the floor.
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"You are now going to tell me what you and your friends did
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when you ditched school!" her mom yelled.
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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Her heavy hand descended rapidly before Donna
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could even reply!
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"By the way........I called Mrs. Davis and
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Mrs. Kirby and already got the "story"!
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You better make it good!" She was in a fury!
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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Donna felt the heat in her bottom, but it wasn't too bad.
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The truth was best she thought.
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"OHHHH! PLEASE STOP!" Donna yelled,
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trying to sound more hurt than she actually
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was. "We just met a couple of guys and rode
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around in their car! That's all! I swear it!"
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she added, somewhat convincingly.
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Mrs. Pularski was not convinced.
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Just then her 16 year old younger brother Michael, and his two friends
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Bill and Keith, burst in the front door, joking and yelling like animals,
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and shot right down to the rec room!
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"Oh........sorry Mom," he apologized, looking at his nude
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sister! "We were just going to play some computer games,"
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he finished......staring!
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"Michael......go upstairs and get my........"
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Mrs. Pularski started to say......
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"GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!"
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Donna screamed when she realized who
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was there. She could not see too well behind her.
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"GET THE FUCK.......out of......."Donna stopped in
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mid sentence.
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OOOPS!........TOO LATE! The "F" word was out of her mouth!
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You could hear a pin drop.
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Mrs. Pularski DESPISED crude language!
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"WHAT!!!!!!! HOW DARE YOU
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TALK THAT WAY IN THIS HOUSE!"
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Mrs. Pularski shrieked!
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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her Mom went crazy spanking her with her open hand.......
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........while the mesmerized boys watched!!
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"AAAAARRRGHHHHHH!!!" Donna
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screamed at the stinging hand!
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"PLEASE........I'M SORRY......PLEASE
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SEND THE BOYS AWAY!!! she begged.
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At 16, Bill was Michael's age, that was bad enough!
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but Keith was a senior and in four of her classes!
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"I SHOULD THINK NOT!" she shouted
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back at her daughter. "Why should they
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be forced out of their play area because
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of YOU!" she added. "Michael, as I was
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saying, before being so CRUDELY
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interrupted........Go get my HAIRBRUSH!"
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Michael needed no encouragement. He was up and back down the stairs with
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the brush like a rifle shot!
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"You boys go play your games! I have some WORK to do!"
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Mrs. Pularski ordered.
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The boys sat around the computer, only about 10 feet away from "Godzilla."
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They could see.......and hear......EVERYTHING!
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"SPLAT!........the brush came down on Donna's bare cheeks!
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"YEOOOOOOOOW!" she screamed and kicked, drawing the few
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inches of slack rope taut.
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"SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! over and over the brush swatted
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the now flaming red cheeks!
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SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT SPLAT!......they came faster and harder....
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...more rhythm in the swing.
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"AGGGGGGGHHH!! NO MOOOOORE!
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SPLAT! SPLAT!...........SPLAT! SPLAT!
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......she was pausing.....letting the sting travel!
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The boys more often than not, turned from the computer and
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watched wide eyed. As the big chair was only a foot from the
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wall, their view was from the side. They could see Donna's head
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and face rise and scream. Her full breasts were hanging down.
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Mrs. Pularski was laying on the strokes like a mad woman! She
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finally stopped, breathing heavily. Donna was screaming her head
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off!
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"Now.....Miss Priss.......You will stay like this till your
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FATHER comes home!" she panted out the words.
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"And NOT ONE WORD FROM YOU!" she added.
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"BUT MOM! HE WON'T BE HOME FOR AN HOUR!" Donna wailed!
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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the brush crashed down and Donna WAILED!
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"I SAID: NOT ONE WORD!" Mrs. Pularski again
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shrieked!
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"PLEASE!" Donna begged, "AT LEAST SEND THE BOYS AWAY!"
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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the hairbrush bit into the tortured globes!
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Donna could barely speak. She just jumped and twitched
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as if electrocuted!!! Even after the brush stopped, she
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still bucked and rocked on the chair!
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"ANY THING MORE TO SAY?.......(silence)......WELL?
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(not a word).........GOOD!.......I have to fix your father's
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dinner now," Mrs. Pularski stated as she walked up the stairs.
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They boys could hear the pots and pans banging around upstairs
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in the kitchen. They smiled to each other and walked over.....behind
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the chair.
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"Oh my," Michael chided. They really were quite shocked!
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Donna's ass looked like someone had painted it red! A
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mass of red flesh, a few purple marks, welts from the oblong
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shape of the brush....and hand prints!
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Michael knelt down next to his sister and whispered to her:
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"Remember when you told Dad about my smoking last
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week and he whalloped me? Just over my jeans though,
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not on my bare ass like yours! But you shouldn't have
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told!" he taunted her.
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(HE'S RIGHT! Donna reasoned. Why was SHE getting it bare and not HIM!)
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"Your nose is full of snot and your mascara is all runny!
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"You don't want Keith to see you like this do you?"
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he wiped her face with a Kleenex.
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"But Keith isn't looking at your face. He and Bill are
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kneeling down behind you. You know what they're
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looking at?" he gleefully smiled as she raised her
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head up in shock!
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"NOT A WORD!" he reminded, as her mouth opened
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to speak........or scream!
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"We can see everything you know. Your cute little ass all red.
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Your pussy peeking through.....and, oh yeah, your little
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brownie!" Michael chuckled and teased her.
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Donna lowered her head......thoroughly shamed! She could hear
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them giggling behind her, but could not see them. She strained and
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tried to close her legs.....impossible!!!
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Bill, always a bit more daring, touched one bottom cheek!
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"OOOOOOOO! IT'S HOT!" he mused!
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She felt other hands touch her inflamed cheeks and she squirmed.
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"Nnnnngggnnooooo," she implored
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"AH......AH.......NOT A WORD!" Michael shook his
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finger at her.
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They became bolder and poked at her cheeks here and there. Bill
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slid a finger between her cheeks and touched her anus!
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"Mmmmmnnngggnnn," Donna gasped and jumped.
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Seeing that she was going to stay quiet, Bill teased at the little hole
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again! leaving his finger there and rubbing the contracting pucker!
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The cheeks quivered and the legs strained, protesting the rude
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touch! He continued to tickle it and they giggled as she twisted
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and tried to move her hips to avoid the insult!
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"Nnnnn....Nnnnn.....Nnnnn....." she mewed and twisted.
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The finger touched the little piece of skin between her holes and
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scratched it!
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She jumped and the ropes creaked! The boys giggled softly.
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The finger left her and she sighed. Her body raised and fell in
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rhythmic heavy breathing.
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THEN! SHE FELT IT! The finger teasing apart
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the folds of her slit! No way could she see
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behind her. She could only FEEL the finger worm
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its way inside!
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Her reflexes took over and she strained against the ropes with all
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her might! The finger KNEW what to do! It stroked her clit
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back and forth!!!!! More soft giggles! The finger seemed to take
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particular delight in snapping at her clit with its nail....over and over.
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"nooooooo....nmmmm......" she whispered as the
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finger flipped the soft morsel to hardness.
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She relaxed and contracted as the finger stroked her to arousal.
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Donna seethed through clenched teeth as the pleasure raced up
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her body. Her breasts swelled and the nipples erected....they throbbed
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in time to her temples......pounding.
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"Agghhhhh....ooo..ohhhhh......" the sounds of passion
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moaned.
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A boy whispered.
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Unseen hands reached around and pinched her nipples lightly. Then
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pulled, twisted and rolled them, as the whisper continued. The
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finger continued. She could feel an orgasm boiling
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inside.....churning....
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....as her clit was rolled and rubbed.
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Two new fingers slid up her channel while the clit was still being
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tormented. They opened up like a pair of scissors, then closed, and
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started a slow piston like movement.....sliding in and out.
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"MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNGGHH!" she panted out.
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The boys smiled as they watched her squirm. She tried to hold on,
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to save herself from the embarrassment of cumming before the
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boys. But the teasings were too much.......she felt herself slip from
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the edge and fall into the chasm of bliss!!!
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"AAAGGHHHMMMMMMmmmmmmmm," she grunted,
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as the climax reached her every pore!
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They whispered again and someone wiped her wet sex lips and
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legs roughly with a cold moist cloth. Then pulled apart her
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bottom cheeks and wiped at her anus! They giggled again. They spent
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quite some time teasing the crinkled pucker, chuckling at her contortions
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to avoid their probes and touches!
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HONK! HONK!
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Michael smiled as he heard his father's familiar two taps of the horn
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announcing his arrival.
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"Daddy's home Donna," he leaned over and whispered
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in her ear.
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"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..........." she just groaned.
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"HONEY? I'M HOME! he shouted, PETE AND DAVE ARE
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WITH ME. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A COUPLE OF BEERS,"
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he added from the landing just inside the front door.
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"Just a minute," Mrs. Pularski replied, and joined him
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on the landing and told him everything that happened
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and that Donna was down stairs......over "Godzilla".
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The heavy foot steps descending the stairs, shocked Donna out
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of her stupor. The boys were at the computer as if nothing happened
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when her Father.......and his two friends!......entered the
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room.
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"Well, Precious," he said as he stared at the reddened hind
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quarters, "looks like you really did it this time!"
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Donna hung her head, knowing what a sight she must be!
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"Me and the guys here, are going to have a beer, and then
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you're gonna get six with the strap! In the meantime, you
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better come up with some answers as to what you did
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while 'riding around' today!!"
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"Help me turn this chair around......too close to the wall
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for swinging," Mr. Pularski asked his two friends.
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The three men grunted and lifted the chair, with Donna in it, and
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placed it in the center of the room....her ass facing the window!!
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The picture window, with its adjacent slider windows, filled the
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center of the room with light. To make matters worse, Mr. Pularski
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flipped the light switch, and four 8 foot fluorescent tubes came to
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life! Donna cringed with new shame and embarrassment!!!
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"You boys want a beer too?" her Dad asked Michael
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and his friends.
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"YEAH! SURE!" they gleefully replied and left the computer
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and joined the "men" at "the bar!"
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"You going to break the State receiving record this year,
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Keith?" Mr. Pularski asked the tall boy, while passing out
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beers to all. He threw Keith his.
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"I hope so, sir. As long as Mike here keeps throwing it
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to me, I'll catch 'em!" Keith answered.
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(JESUS CHRIST! Donna thought to herself, Here I am tied over
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this fucking chair, displaying EVERYTHING I own, and these
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cocksuckers are talking about FOOTBALL!)
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"Keith got 27 campus request visits!" Michael exclaimed
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to his Dad!
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"REALLY! WOW THAT'S ALL RIGHT!" Mr. Pularski
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replied, "Any from......."
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"YEP!" Keith interrupted, knowing what was coming,
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"Going down to South Bend, next week!"
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High fives and yelling all around at Keith's up coming visit to
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Notre Dame! Donna closed her eyes!
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UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!!!!!! she thought.
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"Well it's time," Mr. Pularksi said, crushing his beer can and
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removing his wide leather belt.
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"I am sorry Precious, but it's gotta be done," he addressed
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his daughter. The men and boys watched.....fascinated!!
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WHACK!........the belt crossed both her cheeks!
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The sting was horrible! Like a hot iron!
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Her head snapped up and her mouth opened in
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a wordless shriek.
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WHACK!.......again the leather kissed the red
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cheeks. She started to shake.....no......vibrate!!
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Shaking like someone possessed!
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WHACK!...............WHACK!..........WHACK!
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"AGGGGHHHH........YEOOOOOOOWWW!....her
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shriek ripped the room......the cords in her neck
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standing out.......her whole body a mass of shudders.
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WHACK!............the final blow hit home.
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"ack...........ack.......ack......" she tried to scream but
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couldn't! NEVER! had she felt such a searing sting!
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"I'm sorry Darlin' " Mr. Pularski told her as he passed
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the belt back into the loops of his jeans, " I will listen
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to what you have to say after dinner......and it better
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be good." he added.
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"DINNER'S READY!!!" Mrs. Pularksi
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shouted from upstairs.
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"OK!" Mister yelled back, "Precious, I'll be down
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after dinner," he addressed his daughter, and they
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all filed out of the room, big shoes stomping up
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the stairs.
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Donna writhed in shame and agony. Surely her bottom was on fire!
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Ruined! forever!
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Keith was the last to leave. He went to Donna and raised her head
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and looked into her tear filled eyes.
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"You are a very brave girl," he smiled and
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kissed her hard on the
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mouth!!
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She fought at first, then in a second, kissed back! They held it
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for 10 seconds. Then Keith left the room.
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Donna gasped..........then breathed heavily.......alone in her misery.
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She could hear them upstairs eating and talking......every word. She
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heard
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her Mother ask her Father if he would drive her to the store to exchange
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some shoes after supper...it would only take a minute, she added.
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She heard her Father's agreement and his instructions to Michael. "Tell
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Donna I'll deal with her after I come home from the store. Meantime she
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stays like she is......she'll learn SOMETHING today."
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There was no such thing as "a minute" with her Mom in a store...it would
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take hours! She heard her parents leave the house........and the
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giggling
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boys coming down the stairs!!!!!!!
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[ END ]
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