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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,128
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
Lorrie’s Punishment
By Robert Dogwood
NC-17 for overt nudity
Chapter Two
Feedback desired
As her stepmother carefully searched all of Lorrie’s recently removed clothing, Lorrie stood hunched over, futilely attempting to hide her nudity from the rapacious staring of Joey. She simply could not make herself stand straight as Hillary had ordered. When the middle-aged woman finished going through Lorrie’s clothing, she noticed her stepdaughter had disobeyed her once more.
Knocking the young woman’s hands away, Hillary ordered angrily, “I thought I told you to stand up with your arms at your side – do it right now missy, or you’ll be real sorry!”
As Lorrie, completely mortified, complied with her step-mother’s directive, her eyes strayed to Joey. She couldn’t help but notice that he had now developed a substantial bulge in his jeans.
‘Oh yuck,’ she thought. ‘I’m turning that sicko on.’
It was then that Lorrie realized her nipples had grown erect and felt as hard as diamonds.
‘Oh God, am I growing excited?’ she thought, thoroughly humiliated. ‘I’m in big trouble if Hillary notices.’
As a matter of fact, her step-mother already had noticed and she told herself she wasn’t surprised at all about such aberrant behavior – she always knew that underneath little miss perfect was a slut, all the time running around at all hours with that jock boyfriend of hers.
Now more angry than ever, Hillary demanded, “Squat with your legs widely apart.”
God, would this humiliation ever end? Lorrie wondered. By this time she realized she needed to follow her stepmother’s dictums, if for no other reason than to try to shorten the time involved in this hideous situation. The young blonde did as instructed and burned with embarrassment as Hillary squatted herself and closely checked out her young stepdaughter’s pussy. Lorrie made the mistake of again locking eye contact with Joey, who smiled salaciously at her and rolled his tongue around his lips.
“Stand up and bend over,” the middle-aged woman ordered, while standing herself. Lorrie labouredly pulled herself to her feet and bent over. “Oh God,” she moaned when Hillary pulled Lorrie’s butt cheeks far apart.
Suddenly Lorrie felt terrible pain when her stepmother slapped her stepdaughter’s butt hard. “Oh stop it!” she cried out.
“Shut up and take your punishment,” Hillary snarled while continuing to slap Lorrie’s behind hard, again and again.
With tears streaming down her face, Lorrie attempted to obey her stepmother by biting her lip to handle the increasing pain of each slap. Finally, in what seemed forever to Lorrie, Hillary stopped and said, “Okay, go to bed young lady. I shall be going to school with you in the morning to discuss this with your principal.”
‘Oh no!’ Lorrie thought, now realizing all of her friends at her school might hear about this.
Morning came even earlier that usual for Lorrie because Hillary was determined to drive her wayward stepdaughter to school for a talk with the principal before going on to her job. Lorrie had not only cried herself to sleep the night before, but also had slept very restlessly experiencing a nightmare where she was naked in school. She was actually gladdened when her stepmother violently shook her awake.
‘Oh thank God that was just a dream. It felt so real,’ Lorrie thought, as Hillary snarled, “Get up and get dressed. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”
Lorrie sat up in bed and blushed furiously when her sheet fell from her bare breasts. She had been so upset the night before she had gone to bed without first putting on a nightgown, something she ordinarily wouldn’t have dreamt of doing.
“You little slut!” Hillary exclaimed. “Cover yourself! What if I had sent Joey up here to get you up?”
It was then Lorrie noticed her bedroom door was standing wide open and she dove back under the covers. “I’ll be waiting by the car in fourteen minutes. You’d better be there or you’re in worse trouble, young lady,” Hillary warned and she then strided from the room, slamming the door for emphasis.
Even though Lorrie hurriedly dressed so as to not miss her stepmother’s deadline, she remembered to pick something much more demure than what she usually wore to school. She chose a long sleeved cashmere sweater and a long skirt that fell well below her knees. All in all, the young woman thought she projected a very respectable image for her forced interview with her high school principal and Hillary.
Hillary drove silently tight lipped, occasionally casting angry glares at the apprehensive Lorrie seated beside her. After reaching the high school and parking right in front in a visitor’s space, Hillary opened the car door and stepped out. Leaning back into the car, she said harshly, “Well, what are you waiting for? If you cause me to be late for work, you’re in even worse trouble, young lady.”
Hillary quickly strided into the school with Lorrie struggling to keep up after she had exited the car. Hillary walked into the front office and up to the counter, while Lorrie stood in the background hoping to not be noticed. Her heart sank when she noticed one of the few students in her class who quite obviously actively disliked her was already behind the front counter. Her name was Lisa Showalter and she often helped out the front office staff before school and during her free periods. It was she who stepped up to the counter while maliciously smiling at Lorrie and asked, “Yes, may I help you?”
“Yes, I’m Mrs. Bennigan and Lorrie Bennigan is my daughter and we need to talk with the principal about something very serious,” Hillary explained.
‘I am not your daughter!’ Lorrie screamed inside.
“Fine,” Lisa said, “Let me see if he is available.” She picked up the phone on the counter and punched in the intercom. “Yes sir,” the student said. “There’s a Mrs. Bennigan out here who wants to discuss Lorrie with you. Yes sir, I’ll send them right in.” Lisa returned the phone to its proper position and said, “You may go right in.”
“Thank you,” Hillary said.
Lorrie’s stepmother walked up to the door that had stenciled on it in gold letters – Robert Davis, Principal. Realizing that Lorrie wasn’t following her, Hillary turned her head and said, “What are you waiting for? I haven’t got all day to mess around with you.”
Lorrie flushed in embarrassment and hurried across the office to obey her stepmother, while listening to Lisa giggling at her. Inside the office, Robert Davis, principal of Woodrow Wilson High School waited eagerly to learn what the difficulty was. It wasn’t that he was so dedicated in his job that he looked forward to a parent-student conference before his first cup of coffee. It was because he was a fifty-six year old letch who loved the possibility of being able to ogle Lorrie Bennigan close up for a long period of time. In fact, ogling the high school girls was the only reason Robert Davis was still working. He had been employed by the school system for over thirty years and his pension would keep him comfortable for the rest of his life; not to mention his life savings in the teacher’s credit union.
He graciously stood and introduced himself when Hillary and Lorrie entered his office, despite the fact that he felt disgusted at the sight of the middle-aged woman’s flabby gut and almost nonexistent bust line. The principal invited them to be seated in the two comfortable chairs that sat in front of his desk. Once Lorrie and her stepmother were seated, he leaned forward and said, “So what can I do for you today?”
Hillary sat back in her chair and crossed her thick legs, offering the principal a momentary shot of her flabby upper thighs and panties.
‘Ugh,’ Robert thought. ‘Gross!’
“I’m sorry to say that we have a serious problem with Lorrie. I caught her with marijuana last night.”
“Oh that’s terrible!” the principal exclaimed.
“Yes, I agree. It is,” Hillary continued. “I wanted this meeting with you so we are on the same page with her. After discovering drugs on her at home, I found myself wondering how much drugs she might be using here in school.”
“I don’t use drugs at school,” Lorrie blurted out.
“Hush, darling,” Hillary said for the principal’s benefit. “I would like to hear what your principal has to say.”
Robert’s mind was reeling with the possibilities now set before him. “Have you been using drugs here at school, Lorrie?” he asked, attempting to sound solicitous.
“No, I have not,” she answered forthrightly.
“Now Lorrie dear,” Hillary said. “How can we believe you? I asked you last night if you’d been using them and you said no. Then when I made you strip, I found out that you’d lied and had marijuana hidden on your person. Why, you could have drugs on you right now, as we speak.”
Lorrie turned bright red in embarrassment at her principal hearing this. All of the girls agreed he was nothing but a dirty old man. A thrill ran through Robert when he learned that Hillary had stripped the young woman the night before. A glimmer of a plan began to fill his mind.
“That’s very true, Mrs. Bennigan,” Principal Davis said, sincerity dripping from his voice. “Possibly we should search Lorrie now to make certain she is telling the truth – with your permission, of course.”
Robert Davis waited with bated breath. He was certain this was a chance of a lifetime. “Of course,” Hillary agreed. “I only want what’s best for Lorrie. Perhaps she should take off her outer clothing so we can search it.”
Lorrie couldn’t believe her own ears. Were they saying she was supposed to strip down to her bra and panties in front of the principal? She wanted to scream in protest or turn and race from the office – but where would she go?
The principal nodded his assent. His mouth was so dry he was frightened if he attempted to speak, it would only come out as a croak.
“What are you waiting for, Lorrie? Or do I have to help you?” Hillary spoke ominously.
Totally numb, Lorrie stood and began to unbutton her expensive cashmere sweater. ‘I can’t believe this,’ she thought forlornly. She finally finished and removed it, handing the sweater to Hillary. She quickly covered her skimpy bra with her hands. ‘Oh why didn’t I wear a more sturdy bra today?’ she desolately thought.
“The skirt now, Lorrie,” her stepmother ordered.
Taking a deep breath, Lorrie lowered her hands and deftly removed her skirt, stepping out of it and handing it also to Hillary. She now stood with only a miniscule thong on below her waist. Lorrie could feel the heat from her embarrassment over her entire body. She quickly threw a hand down over her thong.
“Stand up straight! Quit slouching!” Hillary barked. “Arms at your side!”
Now feeling totally mortified to be standing in only her scanties in school of front of the principal, Lorrie did as directed. “As you can see, Principal Davis, there is nothing in Lorrie’s outer clothing,” her stepmother said, handing the sweater and skirt over his desk to him.
By Robert Dogwood
NC-17 for overt nudity
Chapter Two
Feedback desired
As her stepmother carefully searched all of Lorrie’s recently removed clothing, Lorrie stood hunched over, futilely attempting to hide her nudity from the rapacious staring of Joey. She simply could not make herself stand straight as Hillary had ordered. When the middle-aged woman finished going through Lorrie’s clothing, she noticed her stepdaughter had disobeyed her once more.
Knocking the young woman’s hands away, Hillary ordered angrily, “I thought I told you to stand up with your arms at your side – do it right now missy, or you’ll be real sorry!”
As Lorrie, completely mortified, complied with her step-mother’s directive, her eyes strayed to Joey. She couldn’t help but notice that he had now developed a substantial bulge in his jeans.
‘Oh yuck,’ she thought. ‘I’m turning that sicko on.’
It was then that Lorrie realized her nipples had grown erect and felt as hard as diamonds.
‘Oh God, am I growing excited?’ she thought, thoroughly humiliated. ‘I’m in big trouble if Hillary notices.’
As a matter of fact, her step-mother already had noticed and she told herself she wasn’t surprised at all about such aberrant behavior – she always knew that underneath little miss perfect was a slut, all the time running around at all hours with that jock boyfriend of hers.
Now more angry than ever, Hillary demanded, “Squat with your legs widely apart.”
God, would this humiliation ever end? Lorrie wondered. By this time she realized she needed to follow her stepmother’s dictums, if for no other reason than to try to shorten the time involved in this hideous situation. The young blonde did as instructed and burned with embarrassment as Hillary squatted herself and closely checked out her young stepdaughter’s pussy. Lorrie made the mistake of again locking eye contact with Joey, who smiled salaciously at her and rolled his tongue around his lips.
“Stand up and bend over,” the middle-aged woman ordered, while standing herself. Lorrie labouredly pulled herself to her feet and bent over. “Oh God,” she moaned when Hillary pulled Lorrie’s butt cheeks far apart.
Suddenly Lorrie felt terrible pain when her stepmother slapped her stepdaughter’s butt hard. “Oh stop it!” she cried out.
“Shut up and take your punishment,” Hillary snarled while continuing to slap Lorrie’s behind hard, again and again.
With tears streaming down her face, Lorrie attempted to obey her stepmother by biting her lip to handle the increasing pain of each slap. Finally, in what seemed forever to Lorrie, Hillary stopped and said, “Okay, go to bed young lady. I shall be going to school with you in the morning to discuss this with your principal.”
‘Oh no!’ Lorrie thought, now realizing all of her friends at her school might hear about this.
Morning came even earlier that usual for Lorrie because Hillary was determined to drive her wayward stepdaughter to school for a talk with the principal before going on to her job. Lorrie had not only cried herself to sleep the night before, but also had slept very restlessly experiencing a nightmare where she was naked in school. She was actually gladdened when her stepmother violently shook her awake.
‘Oh thank God that was just a dream. It felt so real,’ Lorrie thought, as Hillary snarled, “Get up and get dressed. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”
Lorrie sat up in bed and blushed furiously when her sheet fell from her bare breasts. She had been so upset the night before she had gone to bed without first putting on a nightgown, something she ordinarily wouldn’t have dreamt of doing.
“You little slut!” Hillary exclaimed. “Cover yourself! What if I had sent Joey up here to get you up?”
It was then Lorrie noticed her bedroom door was standing wide open and she dove back under the covers. “I’ll be waiting by the car in fourteen minutes. You’d better be there or you’re in worse trouble, young lady,” Hillary warned and she then strided from the room, slamming the door for emphasis.
Even though Lorrie hurriedly dressed so as to not miss her stepmother’s deadline, she remembered to pick something much more demure than what she usually wore to school. She chose a long sleeved cashmere sweater and a long skirt that fell well below her knees. All in all, the young woman thought she projected a very respectable image for her forced interview with her high school principal and Hillary.
Hillary drove silently tight lipped, occasionally casting angry glares at the apprehensive Lorrie seated beside her. After reaching the high school and parking right in front in a visitor’s space, Hillary opened the car door and stepped out. Leaning back into the car, she said harshly, “Well, what are you waiting for? If you cause me to be late for work, you’re in even worse trouble, young lady.”
Hillary quickly strided into the school with Lorrie struggling to keep up after she had exited the car. Hillary walked into the front office and up to the counter, while Lorrie stood in the background hoping to not be noticed. Her heart sank when she noticed one of the few students in her class who quite obviously actively disliked her was already behind the front counter. Her name was Lisa Showalter and she often helped out the front office staff before school and during her free periods. It was she who stepped up to the counter while maliciously smiling at Lorrie and asked, “Yes, may I help you?”
“Yes, I’m Mrs. Bennigan and Lorrie Bennigan is my daughter and we need to talk with the principal about something very serious,” Hillary explained.
‘I am not your daughter!’ Lorrie screamed inside.
“Fine,” Lisa said, “Let me see if he is available.” She picked up the phone on the counter and punched in the intercom. “Yes sir,” the student said. “There’s a Mrs. Bennigan out here who wants to discuss Lorrie with you. Yes sir, I’ll send them right in.” Lisa returned the phone to its proper position and said, “You may go right in.”
“Thank you,” Hillary said.
Lorrie’s stepmother walked up to the door that had stenciled on it in gold letters – Robert Davis, Principal. Realizing that Lorrie wasn’t following her, Hillary turned her head and said, “What are you waiting for? I haven’t got all day to mess around with you.”
Lorrie flushed in embarrassment and hurried across the office to obey her stepmother, while listening to Lisa giggling at her. Inside the office, Robert Davis, principal of Woodrow Wilson High School waited eagerly to learn what the difficulty was. It wasn’t that he was so dedicated in his job that he looked forward to a parent-student conference before his first cup of coffee. It was because he was a fifty-six year old letch who loved the possibility of being able to ogle Lorrie Bennigan close up for a long period of time. In fact, ogling the high school girls was the only reason Robert Davis was still working. He had been employed by the school system for over thirty years and his pension would keep him comfortable for the rest of his life; not to mention his life savings in the teacher’s credit union.
He graciously stood and introduced himself when Hillary and Lorrie entered his office, despite the fact that he felt disgusted at the sight of the middle-aged woman’s flabby gut and almost nonexistent bust line. The principal invited them to be seated in the two comfortable chairs that sat in front of his desk. Once Lorrie and her stepmother were seated, he leaned forward and said, “So what can I do for you today?”
Hillary sat back in her chair and crossed her thick legs, offering the principal a momentary shot of her flabby upper thighs and panties.
‘Ugh,’ Robert thought. ‘Gross!’
“I’m sorry to say that we have a serious problem with Lorrie. I caught her with marijuana last night.”
“Oh that’s terrible!” the principal exclaimed.
“Yes, I agree. It is,” Hillary continued. “I wanted this meeting with you so we are on the same page with her. After discovering drugs on her at home, I found myself wondering how much drugs she might be using here in school.”
“I don’t use drugs at school,” Lorrie blurted out.
“Hush, darling,” Hillary said for the principal’s benefit. “I would like to hear what your principal has to say.”
Robert’s mind was reeling with the possibilities now set before him. “Have you been using drugs here at school, Lorrie?” he asked, attempting to sound solicitous.
“No, I have not,” she answered forthrightly.
“Now Lorrie dear,” Hillary said. “How can we believe you? I asked you last night if you’d been using them and you said no. Then when I made you strip, I found out that you’d lied and had marijuana hidden on your person. Why, you could have drugs on you right now, as we speak.”
Lorrie turned bright red in embarrassment at her principal hearing this. All of the girls agreed he was nothing but a dirty old man. A thrill ran through Robert when he learned that Hillary had stripped the young woman the night before. A glimmer of a plan began to fill his mind.
“That’s very true, Mrs. Bennigan,” Principal Davis said, sincerity dripping from his voice. “Possibly we should search Lorrie now to make certain she is telling the truth – with your permission, of course.”
Robert Davis waited with bated breath. He was certain this was a chance of a lifetime. “Of course,” Hillary agreed. “I only want what’s best for Lorrie. Perhaps she should take off her outer clothing so we can search it.”
Lorrie couldn’t believe her own ears. Were they saying she was supposed to strip down to her bra and panties in front of the principal? She wanted to scream in protest or turn and race from the office – but where would she go?
The principal nodded his assent. His mouth was so dry he was frightened if he attempted to speak, it would only come out as a croak.
“What are you waiting for, Lorrie? Or do I have to help you?” Hillary spoke ominously.
Totally numb, Lorrie stood and began to unbutton her expensive cashmere sweater. ‘I can’t believe this,’ she thought forlornly. She finally finished and removed it, handing the sweater to Hillary. She quickly covered her skimpy bra with her hands. ‘Oh why didn’t I wear a more sturdy bra today?’ she desolately thought.
“The skirt now, Lorrie,” her stepmother ordered.
Taking a deep breath, Lorrie lowered her hands and deftly removed her skirt, stepping out of it and handing it also to Hillary. She now stood with only a miniscule thong on below her waist. Lorrie could feel the heat from her embarrassment over her entire body. She quickly threw a hand down over her thong.
“Stand up straight! Quit slouching!” Hillary barked. “Arms at your side!”
Now feeling totally mortified to be standing in only her scanties in school of front of the principal, Lorrie did as directed. “As you can see, Principal Davis, there is nothing in Lorrie’s outer clothing,” her stepmother said, handing the sweater and skirt over his desk to him.