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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,127
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Lorrie's Punishment
Lorrie’s Punishment
By Robert Dogwood
Chapter One
NC-17 for overt nudity
Feedback desired
Lorrie Bennigan had it all or so she thought. She was a sixteen year old high school junior at Woodrow Wilson High School in Teapot, New Jersey. She was not only head cheerleader, but also had a 4.0 grade point average and was on the fast track to receive a full scholarship from New Jersey State Consolidated University. The fortunate young woman was also the most popular girl in school.
And best of all, she wasn’t the least stuck up; not that anyone would have blamed her if she had been. Lorrie was five foot, seven inch of full bodied young woman; her measurements were 36D, 26, 36 and she had real blonde hair that hung to her shoulders in a little flip-up curl at the ends. While certainly not a classic beauty, she had a highly interesting face with soft cheeks melting down past a classic nose to a strong mouth and chin. Combined with her sparkling and witty personality, her appearance left others with the impression of extreme beauty.
The most important thing in Lorrie’s life was her boyfriend, Mike. They had been going together for almost two years and she considered him the love of her life. He was captain of the football team, although he certainly wasn’t a typical dumb jock. Mike prided himself on taking his schoolwork seriously and his grades, while not in Lorrie’s class, were always a solid B average.
The only flaw in the relationship as far as the blonde young woman was concerned was Mike’s penchant for smoking pot. Lorrie, herself, was clean and sober and didn’t enjoy the feeling of not being in control of herself, although she never laid her personal values on her boyfriend. She was happy though that Mike usually limited his pot intake to when they weren’t together. On this particular evening he had smoked a small bit earlier on. When he had stopped at a convenience store to purchase the both of them a soda, Mike had asked Lorrie to hold the baggie for him. Not having her purse with her, Lorrie stashed it down the front of her blue jeans. Unfortunately the young woman forgot about it, as it had already grown quite late in the evening and Mike had taken her home soon thereafter realizing she had already badly overstayed her curfew.
The only dark cloud in Lorrie’s life was her stepmother, Hillary. Lorrie was five when her mother had died and the young woman barely remembered her. Her father had remained unmarried for years due to his sorrow and Lorrie had come to prefer just having one parent; if truth be told, part of the reason was she had her loving father wrapped around her little finger. True, she had never done anything out of line except breaking curfew numerous times before this fateful night.
A couple of years earlier, Lorrie’s father had made some tentative forays into dating. This made her happy because she could see he was much happier himself. All of this came crashing down around her head rather quickly three months previous when her father invited Hillary to dinner at their home and they informed Lorrie they were to be wed in the next week. The young woman was completely shocked and had an instant antipathy towards her stepmother. Lorrie resented Hillary for her intrusion into their family and what made matters worse, her stepmother came equipped with a son from a past marriage.
Her new stepbrother, Joey, was also sixteen, but there the similarity with Lorrie ended. Even though he was quite good looking, his personal hygiene was terrible and the young woman couldn’t even stand being near him. Joey was a complete slacker in school and still in the ninth grade.
Lorrie also had a very strong suspicion that Hillary was very jealous of Lorrie’s relationship with her father and the amount of quality time they spent together, because her stepmother never missed an opportunity to put her down when her father wasn’t around. The young blonde also realized that Hillary resented Lorrie’s achievements because it made Joey’s delinquent behaviors look even worse in comparison.
Mike pulled his ‘Mustang GT’ to a halt with a screech of tires in front of his girlfriend’s home. Lorrie leaned over and offered her boyfriend a quick kiss on his lips and, then undoing her seat belts, she opened the car door and ran trippingly up the front sidewalk.
“Goodnight,” Mike called out as he leaned over and closed the car door.
‘Oh, I hope Hillary is asleep. I am so late,’ Lorrie thought. Despite her father’s wishes, she absolutely refused to call his new wife, mother.
Lorrie realized with her father out of town on business, she only had to worry about Hillary. Inserting the key into the front door and creeping inside, she was greatly relieved to see only the small night lights on in the house. Closing the front door quietly behind her, it was then that Lorrie realized panic stricken that she still was in custody of Mike’s pot. She quickly pushed it even further down the front of her jeans.
A light was suddenly snapped on in the spacious living room. Lorrie was temporarily blinded, but knew deep in her heart that she had been busted by Hillary. Sure enough, the odious woman was glaring at her, seated in a comfortable chair in the corner.
“Why are so late, you little tramp?” Hillary asked harshly, standing and advancing quickly on the stunned Lorrie, who stood in complete shock at being called such a vile name. She realized her stepmother never would have dared to use such an appellation if Lorrie’s father had been home.
Hillary stopped directly in front of Lorrie and, then appearing slightly perplexed, leaned over the young woman and took a deep sniff. ‘Oh my God!’ Lorrie thought, panicked. ‘Can she smell Mike’s pot on me?’
“What’s that smell on you?” Hillary demanded.
“My perfume?” Lorrie weakly answered.
“Oh no young lady, I certainly know the smell of marijuana when I smell it. You’ve been out smoking drugs, haven’t you?”
‘How does she know what pot smells like?’ Lorrie wondered. “No, no I haven’t,” Lorrie attempted to protest.
“I should just take you down to the police station and have them test you. How would you like that?” Hillary snapped angrily.
Lorrie just kept repeating, “No, no,” and began crying from her stepmother’s unrelenting harassment.
To Lorrie’s complete embarrassment, Joey suddenly appeared in the living room. She realized he must have been listening the entire time in the dining room. He leaned against the doorway and grinned insolently at her.
“I saw you put something under your clothes when you came in here,” Hillary accused. “Lift your blouse up.”
Still weeping, Lorrie managed to say, “I can’t, it’s too tight.”
“Then unbutton it, you stupid slut,” the middle-aged woman ordered.
Lorrie couldn’t believe her ears. She was supposed to open her blouse in front of her stepbrother! “No, I can’t,” she sobbed. “Not in front of Joey.”
“Listen here young lady,” Hillary said, shaking the young woman by her arm violently. “You do as I say or I’ll rip that blouse right off you.”
Never doubting her stepmother for a second, Lorrie, with shaking hands, finally managed to open her blouse displaying her sexy semi-transparent bra. She felt even more embarrassed and degraded when Joey wolf whistled at her.
Lorrie began to button her blouse back and Hillary snapped, “Just take it off, I may need to check under your bra.”
The now totally emotionally beaten down young woman couldn’t believe her own ears, but did as her stepmother ordered and dropped her blouse down onto the nearby couch making the sight of her bra even more accessible to her staring stepbrother.
“You can stop this right now by just turning over the marijuana,” Hillary explained.
“There is no marijuana!” Lorrie screamed, pressed to her breaking point.
“Don’t you yell at me, young lady. I am not to be trifled with. Unbutton and pull the zipper down on your jeans,” Hillary ordered.
Lorrie felt as if her heart had stopped dead in her large chest. She suddenly realized she was very close to being busted with the pot and she became extremely frightened as to what Hillary’s response would be. Lorrie made one more attempt to thwart her stepmother.
“It’s not right to make me do this in front of Joey,” she cried out.
“Never you mind about Joey, he’s a good boy,” Hillary insisted. “He’s not out to all hours using drugs. Now do as I say or I’ll just pull those jeans off you myself!”
Feeling totally defeated, Lorrie did as her stepmother insisted. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and then unzipped them. Doing exactly what had been the young woman’s worst nightmare, Hillary stepped forward and yanked the jeans partially down – the baggie of pot fell out onto the living room carpet.
Her stepmother went completely ballistic. “Goddamn you! I knew you were lying to me.” And then she slapped Lorrie hard across the face.
“Ow!” Lorrie cried out. Despite the pain, what was worse to the young woman was the shock of the blow – she had never been struck in her life. Plus she was now terrified over what more physical punishment Hillary might dish out.
“Are you hiding anything else?” Hillary angrily questioned.
“No, no, I swear I’m not,” Lorrie tearfully insisted.
“I don’t believe you, you little liar,” Lorrie’s stepmother declared. “Take the rest of your clothes off. I need to search them and you.”
“I can’t do that,” the blonde young woman protested. “Joey is standing right there. It’s indecent.”
“It’ll be good punishment for you for using drugs and lying to me. You’ll think twice before doing this again!” Hillary exclaimed, forcing Lorrie’s jeans down to her feet. The young woman realized horror struck that her stepmother had tangled her panties in her jeans and she was now standing half naked in front of Joey.
“Oh God no!” Lorrie screamed in emotional anguish and she threw her hands down to cover her blonde pubic hair and labia. She felt totally humiliated.
Hillary seized the opportunity to unsnap her stepdaughter’s bra and removed it eliciting another scream of shame from Lorrie. “Will you shut up? You’re getting on my nerves. And stand up straight with your arms by your side. I need to check you over next.”
By Robert Dogwood
Chapter One
NC-17 for overt nudity
Feedback desired
Lorrie Bennigan had it all or so she thought. She was a sixteen year old high school junior at Woodrow Wilson High School in Teapot, New Jersey. She was not only head cheerleader, but also had a 4.0 grade point average and was on the fast track to receive a full scholarship from New Jersey State Consolidated University. The fortunate young woman was also the most popular girl in school.
And best of all, she wasn’t the least stuck up; not that anyone would have blamed her if she had been. Lorrie was five foot, seven inch of full bodied young woman; her measurements were 36D, 26, 36 and she had real blonde hair that hung to her shoulders in a little flip-up curl at the ends. While certainly not a classic beauty, she had a highly interesting face with soft cheeks melting down past a classic nose to a strong mouth and chin. Combined with her sparkling and witty personality, her appearance left others with the impression of extreme beauty.
The most important thing in Lorrie’s life was her boyfriend, Mike. They had been going together for almost two years and she considered him the love of her life. He was captain of the football team, although he certainly wasn’t a typical dumb jock. Mike prided himself on taking his schoolwork seriously and his grades, while not in Lorrie’s class, were always a solid B average.
The only flaw in the relationship as far as the blonde young woman was concerned was Mike’s penchant for smoking pot. Lorrie, herself, was clean and sober and didn’t enjoy the feeling of not being in control of herself, although she never laid her personal values on her boyfriend. She was happy though that Mike usually limited his pot intake to when they weren’t together. On this particular evening he had smoked a small bit earlier on. When he had stopped at a convenience store to purchase the both of them a soda, Mike had asked Lorrie to hold the baggie for him. Not having her purse with her, Lorrie stashed it down the front of her blue jeans. Unfortunately the young woman forgot about it, as it had already grown quite late in the evening and Mike had taken her home soon thereafter realizing she had already badly overstayed her curfew.
The only dark cloud in Lorrie’s life was her stepmother, Hillary. Lorrie was five when her mother had died and the young woman barely remembered her. Her father had remained unmarried for years due to his sorrow and Lorrie had come to prefer just having one parent; if truth be told, part of the reason was she had her loving father wrapped around her little finger. True, she had never done anything out of line except breaking curfew numerous times before this fateful night.
A couple of years earlier, Lorrie’s father had made some tentative forays into dating. This made her happy because she could see he was much happier himself. All of this came crashing down around her head rather quickly three months previous when her father invited Hillary to dinner at their home and they informed Lorrie they were to be wed in the next week. The young woman was completely shocked and had an instant antipathy towards her stepmother. Lorrie resented Hillary for her intrusion into their family and what made matters worse, her stepmother came equipped with a son from a past marriage.
Her new stepbrother, Joey, was also sixteen, but there the similarity with Lorrie ended. Even though he was quite good looking, his personal hygiene was terrible and the young woman couldn’t even stand being near him. Joey was a complete slacker in school and still in the ninth grade.
Lorrie also had a very strong suspicion that Hillary was very jealous of Lorrie’s relationship with her father and the amount of quality time they spent together, because her stepmother never missed an opportunity to put her down when her father wasn’t around. The young blonde also realized that Hillary resented Lorrie’s achievements because it made Joey’s delinquent behaviors look even worse in comparison.
Mike pulled his ‘Mustang GT’ to a halt with a screech of tires in front of his girlfriend’s home. Lorrie leaned over and offered her boyfriend a quick kiss on his lips and, then undoing her seat belts, she opened the car door and ran trippingly up the front sidewalk.
“Goodnight,” Mike called out as he leaned over and closed the car door.
‘Oh, I hope Hillary is asleep. I am so late,’ Lorrie thought. Despite her father’s wishes, she absolutely refused to call his new wife, mother.
Lorrie realized with her father out of town on business, she only had to worry about Hillary. Inserting the key into the front door and creeping inside, she was greatly relieved to see only the small night lights on in the house. Closing the front door quietly behind her, it was then that Lorrie realized panic stricken that she still was in custody of Mike’s pot. She quickly pushed it even further down the front of her jeans.
A light was suddenly snapped on in the spacious living room. Lorrie was temporarily blinded, but knew deep in her heart that she had been busted by Hillary. Sure enough, the odious woman was glaring at her, seated in a comfortable chair in the corner.
“Why are so late, you little tramp?” Hillary asked harshly, standing and advancing quickly on the stunned Lorrie, who stood in complete shock at being called such a vile name. She realized her stepmother never would have dared to use such an appellation if Lorrie’s father had been home.
Hillary stopped directly in front of Lorrie and, then appearing slightly perplexed, leaned over the young woman and took a deep sniff. ‘Oh my God!’ Lorrie thought, panicked. ‘Can she smell Mike’s pot on me?’
“What’s that smell on you?” Hillary demanded.
“My perfume?” Lorrie weakly answered.
“Oh no young lady, I certainly know the smell of marijuana when I smell it. You’ve been out smoking drugs, haven’t you?”
‘How does she know what pot smells like?’ Lorrie wondered. “No, no I haven’t,” Lorrie attempted to protest.
“I should just take you down to the police station and have them test you. How would you like that?” Hillary snapped angrily.
Lorrie just kept repeating, “No, no,” and began crying from her stepmother’s unrelenting harassment.
To Lorrie’s complete embarrassment, Joey suddenly appeared in the living room. She realized he must have been listening the entire time in the dining room. He leaned against the doorway and grinned insolently at her.
“I saw you put something under your clothes when you came in here,” Hillary accused. “Lift your blouse up.”
Still weeping, Lorrie managed to say, “I can’t, it’s too tight.”
“Then unbutton it, you stupid slut,” the middle-aged woman ordered.
Lorrie couldn’t believe her ears. She was supposed to open her blouse in front of her stepbrother! “No, I can’t,” she sobbed. “Not in front of Joey.”
“Listen here young lady,” Hillary said, shaking the young woman by her arm violently. “You do as I say or I’ll rip that blouse right off you.”
Never doubting her stepmother for a second, Lorrie, with shaking hands, finally managed to open her blouse displaying her sexy semi-transparent bra. She felt even more embarrassed and degraded when Joey wolf whistled at her.
Lorrie began to button her blouse back and Hillary snapped, “Just take it off, I may need to check under your bra.”
The now totally emotionally beaten down young woman couldn’t believe her own ears, but did as her stepmother ordered and dropped her blouse down onto the nearby couch making the sight of her bra even more accessible to her staring stepbrother.
“You can stop this right now by just turning over the marijuana,” Hillary explained.
“There is no marijuana!” Lorrie screamed, pressed to her breaking point.
“Don’t you yell at me, young lady. I am not to be trifled with. Unbutton and pull the zipper down on your jeans,” Hillary ordered.
Lorrie felt as if her heart had stopped dead in her large chest. She suddenly realized she was very close to being busted with the pot and she became extremely frightened as to what Hillary’s response would be. Lorrie made one more attempt to thwart her stepmother.
“It’s not right to make me do this in front of Joey,” she cried out.
“Never you mind about Joey, he’s a good boy,” Hillary insisted. “He’s not out to all hours using drugs. Now do as I say or I’ll just pull those jeans off you myself!”
Feeling totally defeated, Lorrie did as her stepmother insisted. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and then unzipped them. Doing exactly what had been the young woman’s worst nightmare, Hillary stepped forward and yanked the jeans partially down – the baggie of pot fell out onto the living room carpet.
Her stepmother went completely ballistic. “Goddamn you! I knew you were lying to me.” And then she slapped Lorrie hard across the face.
“Ow!” Lorrie cried out. Despite the pain, what was worse to the young woman was the shock of the blow – she had never been struck in her life. Plus she was now terrified over what more physical punishment Hillary might dish out.
“Are you hiding anything else?” Hillary angrily questioned.
“No, no, I swear I’m not,” Lorrie tearfully insisted.
“I don’t believe you, you little liar,” Lorrie’s stepmother declared. “Take the rest of your clothes off. I need to search them and you.”
“I can’t do that,” the blonde young woman protested. “Joey is standing right there. It’s indecent.”
“It’ll be good punishment for you for using drugs and lying to me. You’ll think twice before doing this again!” Hillary exclaimed, forcing Lorrie’s jeans down to her feet. The young woman realized horror struck that her stepmother had tangled her panties in her jeans and she was now standing half naked in front of Joey.
“Oh God no!” Lorrie screamed in emotional anguish and she threw her hands down to cover her blonde pubic hair and labia. She felt totally humiliated.
Hillary seized the opportunity to unsnap her stepdaughter’s bra and removed it eliciting another scream of shame from Lorrie. “Will you shut up? You’re getting on my nerves. And stand up straight with your arms by your side. I need to check you over next.”