A CURE FOR KLEPTOMANIA

BY MAX SMART

Part 9

Wherein what was hidden is revealed, Timmy gets a lesson in
feminine response, and a few hairs are plucked.

"You'd better believe it, girly!" the eager youngster answered
with a laugh, as he stuck the knickers in his back pocket.

Jenny returned to her position in the center of the room, as if
she knew instinctively that that was what was desired of her.

I said, "At this point, Jenny, you will have a choice. You can go
through this session in two different ways - with your skirt on -
or, without it. If you choose the latter, you will cheerfully
remove your skirt and hand it to Timmy, and you will only receive
half the punishment that you would otherwise receive. It's up to
you. What will it be, Jenny, dear?"

Jenny seemed confused. Since she didn't know what the punishment
was to be or how bad it was to be, she couldn't know for certain
how much she'd be gaining by having it cut in half. On the other
hand, she KNEW that she didn't want to take her skirt off in
front of us, particularly in front of Timmy and Dave. In addition
to this, she probably grasped at the hope that if she chose to
retain her skirt that she would thereby retain her modesty. She
apparently forgot the fact that she had on no underwear. Thus she
made a mistake.

"Ohhhh! I CAN'T take off my skirt, Aunt Marge! I can't! Not in
front of men or boys!"

"Then you've made your decision. Well and good, Jenny. You will
therefore be receiving double what you would otherwise have got."

This brought tears of fear to her eyes but no wavering in her
decision. Her feminine modesty prevailed over her fears for her
physical well-being.

I turned to my son, and said, "You can take over from here,
Timmy. She's all yours. Uncle Dave and I will check back in on
how you kids are doing in a little while" and Dave and I left the
room, heading immediately to the TV room, where we quickly tuned
in the workshop. We didn't want to miss anything and tuned in
right away, obtaining a view from a camera mounted in the ceiling
of the workshop, giving us a very good view of the proceedings.

Timmy grinned broadly, and Jenny shuddered in fear.

Timmy rose and began to push the table back into the light,
ordering Jenny to stand aside, which she did, looking fearfully
at the dreaded stirrups. Perhaps then it might have begun to dawn
on her that if she were to assume the classic position that this
table implied, having a skirt on would be at best a very
precarious protection of her much valued modesty.

"Ohhhhh….ohhhh…." she softly whimpered.

Timmy said, "Now, cousin, Jenny, lets have you sit up on the side
of the table. Good girl."

Jenny obeyed, sitting on the edge of the table and carefully
making sure her skirt was safely arranged.

"Now slide around on you bottom. That's it. Careful of your
skirt, cousin, dear." Timmy ordered with a grin, helping Jenny
swing her legs around so that she was sitting lengthwise on the
table, again with her skirt carefully positioned over her legs.
Jenny was positively shivering with apprehension.

"Lie down on you back, now. That's right, with your head on the
pillow. Put your arms at your sides - not over your pussy." Jenny
had protectively attempted to shield her crotch area with her
hands. Even though she was still modestly covered, lying down
made her feel very vulnerable. Timmy's use of the word "pussy"
made Jenny gasp in shock.

What a picture Jenny made now. A prim English schoolgirl with
fabulous looks and big boobs, stretched out helplessly on a
gynecological exam table and at the mercy of an evil-minded
twelve year old boy. Dave seemed close to having a stroke and I
was extremely wet.

"Now, Jenny, well just secure your arms so you won't hurt
yourself." Said Timmy as he attached Jenny's arms to the sides of
the table with conveniently placed straps.

Jenny moaned fearfully, "Ohhhh, please, don't…." but she didn't
resist, and before she knew it, both of her arms were securely
fastened.

Jenny seemed even more concerned as Timmy carefully removed both
of her cute little shoes and socks.

"Now, Jenny" said Timmy, "For this next step, you must be very
careful and do exactly as I say so as not to displace your skirt
and expose yourself. Now, lets carefully lift this leg over here
- to this stirrup."

Jenny seemed entranced, and allowed her leg to be guided without
resistance. At least partly she was cooperating so as to help
preserve her now very shaky modesty.

The stirrups at this point were positioned very close to the foot
of the table, thus Jenny's leg was pulled to one side but not
pulled backwards toward her head. Since the skirt was a long one
- a very tasteful brown paid, by the way - her cunt was still
protected from our eager views.

Timmy secured Jenny's left foot and then did the same with the
right. Jenny was now pretty well fixed in position, but Timmy
made sure by wrapping two straps around her torso, one just above
and one just below her boobs, and fixing them to the table. He
was careful not to touch her breasts, preferring to let her have
the illogical illusion that she wasn't being molested.

Timmy went behind Jenny and put another pillow under her head, so
that she could more easily see what was going on, then he grabbed
a stool, placed it at the side of the table next to her hips, and
sat down.

"So, cousin." He said, "What do you think is going to happen to
you today?" "I d-don't know…" with a sob.

"Well, lets see, what part of you was punished on your first
session?" Jenny could only stare.

"Answer, Jenny, or I'll flip this little skirt up."

"Ohhh! No! No! Don't! My bottom! You punished my bottom!"

"Good girl! Now, what part of you did we punish on your second
session."

Very quietly, Jenny managed to murmur, "M-my b-b-breasts." The
horror of where Timmy was aiming was beginning to hit her.

"That's right, and Nancy did a very good job, didn't she?"

"Y-yes…Oh, please, Timmy don't do it to me!"

"So, we can't very well punish your bottom or your breasts again,
can we? That would be unfair to your bottom and your breasts, so
we have to find some other part of you to punish, don't we?"

Silence.

"Don't we?!"

"Y-yes." Came a little girl voice.

"So, why don't you tell us - give us a suggestion - what should
be the part of you that I punish tonight?"

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Come on, cousin Jenny."

"My legs - you can punish my legs!"

"Yes, I could punish your legs, but Dad and Mom and Nancy got to
punish your bottom, which was very sensitive and very
embarrassing for you, and Nancy got to punish your breasts, which
are even more sensitive than your bottom and which was just as
embarrassing for you. I want to get to punish a part of you that
is even more embarrassing and even more sensitive. What part do
you think that might be?"

Silence.

"You'd better answer me, Jenny, or you'll be very sorry."

Silence.

"Speak up, or I'll flip up this skirt."

"My v-v-…"

"Your what?"

"Oh! I can't say it!"

Timmy grabbed the hem of the skirt and made as if to flip it
back.

"Don't! My vulva!" she cried in panic, hardly knowing what she
was saying. It's hard to know whether she actually thought that
her skirt was going to remain in place if her pussy was being
punished, but for now it WAS in place and she would do anything
to keep it there, if only for a few more seconds.

"You mean, your pussy, Jenny?"

Silence. Timmy moved his hand threateningly.

"Yes! Oh, please, don't!"

"Say it then.."

"My p-p-pussy."

"You want me to punish your pussy?"

"No! Please, not that! Anything else! I'll do anything. Please,
Timmy!"

"Hmm, but you do agree that your pussy is much more sensitive
than your boobies!"

"Y-yes"

"Well, then that's what I'll punish. And suddenly with, no
warning, Timmy flipped the skirt back out of the way, exposing
the holy of holies, Jenny's plump, hairy cunt, to our evil eyes.

Jenny could see it just as well as we could. She stared in
disbelief for a second and then screamed in shock and bitter
embarrassment. "Ahhh! No! Put it back! Please put it back!" She
struggled desperately to get loose and to cover her shame. Alas,
she was very tightly secured. Timmy wasn't a boy scout for
nothing.

Jenny's fit went on for a few minutes until she gradually began
to tire. Meanwhile we feasted our curious eyes. Yes, we had seen
this sight before, but this was the in much better lighting and
Jenny's terrible embarrassment made it so much more enjoyable.

The object in question was truly impressive, a very plump,
protruding mound, covered with a forest of black hair. One could
hardly see any pink, except for a little bit of naughty labia
minora peeking out from the center and the tip of an apparently
quite large pink clitoris at the top which poked out and receded
as Jenny gyrated in her struggles and continued to scream and
moan hysterically.

"Oh come on, Jenny. Give us a break!" said Timmy, "It's just a
pussy. Every girl's got one, although most of them aren't this
hairy, I'll bet." He said with a delighted laugh.

He added, "So, it looks like getting to keep your skirt hasn't
done you much good. Huh, Jenny?" Nancy and Timmy shared a laugh
at this.

I quickly freed Dave's erect penis from his pants and began
sucking greedily, while still keeping an eye on the monitor. He
came in seconds but was quickly hard again.

Meanwhile, Timmy and Nancy were in no hurry. They were clearing
relishing the situation as much as Jenny was suffering in it. It
was certainly a picture to relish - a well dressed English
schoolgirl with really nothing missing from her attire except the
vital knickers, showing off a very hairy cunt to the world.

Jenny became a little more aware of her surroundings, and began
begging, "Oh, please, Timmy! Don't look at me there! Don't look
at me there!"

Nancy observed, "Jenny, deary, I suspect you'll be happy if ALL
he does as look at it."

Timmy said, "Why don't we show Jenny one of the features of this
table that Dad added?" And he pushed a button that started the
stirrups, in which Jenny's exquisitely formed bare feet were
imprisoned. Jenny exclaimed in horror as the stirrups started
moving backwards toward here head, thus rolling her hips back.

"Ohhhh! No, please!" she begged. The stirrups finally stopped at
their maximum position, whereby Jenny's well-spread knees were
almost next to her head and her hips were rolled way back and
partly lifted off the table. As a result Jenny's cunt was now
completely and conveniently exposed and prominent as was her
daintly little anus. Because of the stretch her very plump and
long pussy now gaped just a bit, providing a nice flash of pink
in the middle of all that black hair. This hair proved to be not
only very thick but very extensive, growing well down Jenny's
tender bottom crack and around her bumhole.

"In case your were wondering, Jenny," Nancy informed her cousin,
"we can now see a little bit more than just your pussy."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Jenny humiliation was excrutiating, as the
position of her head, forced by the double pillows, allowed her
easily to see her furry bush. Although she couldn't see the rear
orifice that Timmy and Nancy (and we!) could see, it was probably
more of a vision of that particular part of her body than she had
ever had.

Nancy said, "Timmy, not all teenage girls are as clean as they
ought to be so I'm going to wash her." And she brought a soapy
washcloth from the sink and began to soap down and scrub
vigorously poor Jenny's pussy, bottom crack, and anus. Jenny gave
a series outraged and shocked yells and tried again to get away,
but of course it was no use. She seemed astounded at the
suddenness of the rude invasion.

Jenny's crotch was now covered with soap suds, a rather amusing
sight that Jenny didn't seem to find so amusing. Nancy was not
going to allow this untidy situation to persist. She retrieved a
pitcher from the workshop's little refrigerator. "I'm afraid the
you might find this a bit chilly, deary." Nancy said as she
poured ice cold water on Jenny -right between her legs, to rinse
off the soap.

"Aggggggh! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! It's coooooold!" Jenny jerked around
madly as her pussy hair dripped drops of ice cold water.

Nancy quickly mopped up the water from the table and the floor
and Timmy began to dry Jenny with a soft, white towel. Having
Timmy actually touch her "there", even through the material of a
towel, seemed to have a horrible effect - she burst into agonized
tears, "No! Ohhhhh, don't! Don't! Oh, Timmy, please don't touch
me there!"

But in a wonderfully short time she was reasonably dried and her
pussy hair was looking fresh and fluffy. The labia and clitoris
looked just a touch swollen, as if Timmy's unwanted touches had
produced and equally unwanted but unavoidable reaction in the
young girl. Indeed, one could see a little hint of glisten on the
tip of the luscious clit, but it could easily have been remnants
of the little shower she had just had.

"Let's see if she's a virgin, Ok, Nancy? How do I do it?" asked
Timmy eagerly.

"Well, Timmy, see this hole right here? I guess what I'd do is
maybe spread these lips a little with one hand…"

Timmy reached down to do as Nancy was instructing him, as calmly
as if he were learning how to knit. However, Jenny didn't take
this new development quite so calmly.

"No! No! Don't! Noooooo….ooohh!"

Timmy spread the pink gap with his left hand.

"Now, see how far your finger will go down inside."

"Wow! OK!" and Timmy again did as he was told. He had to wriggle
the finger a bit to get it in very far; even with the extra
spread she was pretty tight; but he seemed to hit something.

"Ahhhh! Ah! Ah! Oh, don't!" Jenny gasped.

"It won't go any further. I'll push harder."

"Owwww! Stop" commented Jenny.

"You've got your answer, Timmy. She's a virgin!" explained Nancy.

"Hmmmm. Very interesting." Said a thoughtful Timmy, withdrawing
his finger.

Jenny seemed stunned almost into insensibility by the outrageous
intrusion of Timmy's curious finger into her sacrosanct cunt. She
seemed to stare into space as she continued to gasp and moan.

Nancy asked with a cruel laugh, "What's the matter, Jenny? Didn't
you enjoy that? Didn't it TURN YOU ON?" She turned her little
brother, "Timmy, here's a fun idea. Why don't you see if you can
make her get wet?"

"You mean pee? Yuck!"

"No, silly. When you play with a girl's pussy, she gets 'turned
on', and you can tell because she'll get all wet and gooey. Of
course, if Jenny DOES, get wet, we'll consider it to be very
naughty, right, Timmy?"

"Yeah, right! Cool! So, how do I do it?"

"Well, just kind of stroke it, and pinch and tickle. Girls
particularly like boys to play with this little bit right here."
as Nancy pointed at Jenny's clit.

Timmy began playing with poor Jenny's defenseless pussy, throwing
Jenny into an agony of humiliation and shame. She yelled, moaned,
begged, to no avail. And sure enough, after just a couple of
minutes her pussy started getting wet and her clitoris started
asserting itself. The poor girl was getting turned on in spite of
herself.

"Wow! She's getting gooey!" announced an excited Timmy. "She's
being bad, isn't she, Nancy. And she deserves more punishment for
that, right?"

"I think so, Timmy. It's really rude to get turned on when you're
supposed to be getting punished."

"Well, we'll take care of that later." Answered Timmy, and,
turning to Jenny, "Now, Jenny, the reason we've got you here in
this position is that we've got to do something about all this
hair. Since I'm going to be punishing your pussy tonight, it's
not fair for it to be so protected when your bottom and boobies
weren't. Doesn't that seem right?"

Jenny was naturally too shocked to respond.

"And just to show how practical we can be, we're going to make at
least part of the hair removal also a part of your punishment.
Regardez!" and Timmy produced for Jenny's horrified viewing a
pair of tweezers. Those who have read "The Seat of Learning" know
that Timmy was no stranger at this point to dealing with a girl's
pubic hair.

Through her tears, Jenny asked in a broken voice, "What's that
for??"

"This!" said Timmy, and with that he grabbed a pubic hair near
Jenny's belly button and started pulling.

"Ah! Ah! Oww!" Jenny yelled, as the tension became stronger and
stronger on the chosen hair.

Yank! Out came the hair and out came a vigorous yell and jerk of
pain from Jenny. While she was still sighing and moaning Timmy
picked another hair and quickly yanked it out.

"Yeooowwww!" yelled the poor, suffering girl, her tightly bent
bum roving around on the examination table and her cute little
anus winking seductively.

Poor Jenny! She would close her eyes to avoid seeing the horrible
conjunction of Timmy's tweezers and her pubic hair, but somehow
she couldn't keep them closed for very long. She couldn't avoid
staring as each hair was pulled slowly out, as the skin stretched
as far as it could go, as the pain built, and finally as the hair
finally pulled free, sending an unbearable burst of pain through
her young pubic region.

This was Timmy's day, and he knew it. He was in no hurry because
he knew he had plenty of time to move Jenny from one torment to
the next.

After pulling out about twenty hairs from the area between
Jenny's belly button and the top of her cunt, Timmy was just
getting started, but Jenny was ready to call it a day.

"I think we'll pull one from some tenderer area, like here." and
the tweezers demonstrated by picking a pubic hair that was rooted
right at the edge of Jenny's left labia majora, right at the
slit.

"But," Timmy continued, "I'm not going to pull it - you are."

Jenny could only stare in horror.

"Yes, we're going to free your right hand and YOU are going to
pull this hair out. If you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to
give you a little persuasion from this." And Timmy held up a
small strap, much like the tawse with which I had welted Jenny's
behind, but smaller in all dimensions.

"And then - you'll STILL have to pull the hair out. Ha! Ha!"

Nancy freed Jenny's hand and guided it to grasp the tweezers
which were still holding onto the very sensitively placed curly
black hair.

"Now, Jenny, pull! And you better do it quick!"

Jenny moaned in despair as she tentatively pulled on the hair,
placing painful tension in a very delicately sensitive area.

"I'll count to ten and if that hair's not out by then, you get
it, girl!" Timmy said enthusiastically.

It was a wonderful situation. Jenny couldn't win, and we couldn't
lose. Even if she succeeded in pulling out the hair, we could
enjoy she pain the was inflicting on herself. And if she failed,
we would get to see just how effective that little strap could
be.

Timmy started counting backwards from ten. Jenny's efforts
stretched the labia and opened up just a bit the lovely pink gap
of her luscious cunt. The poor girl pulled as hard as she could
stand, but the pink, glistening skin at that particular location
was just too sensitive. She was hurting herself as much as she
could and she started crying with the pain, but she just couldn't
force herself to pull any harder.

All too soon for Jenny, Timmy reached zero. Nancy reached down
and gently pulled Jenny's hand out of the way and Timmy brought
the wicked little strap whistling down to connect loudly with
Jenny's left thigh, perilously close to her pussy.

"Ahhhhhh! Owww! Oh! Oh!" Jenny screamed and dropped the tweezers.
Nancy let go of Jenny's hand and it went rushing to comfort her
suddenly burning inner thigh.

Nancy retrieved the tweezers and handed them back to Jenny as
Timmy said, "Now, let's try again. Practice makes perfect."

Timmy helped Jenny to find a well-placed curly black hair, right
on the edge of her pussy lip, and began to count, "10….9…8…"

Jenny presented such an amusing and delectable picture with her
cute young thighs pulled backward and well spread and her hand
reaching between her legs with the tweezers, stretching the lip
of her pussy as much as she could possibly stand.

"3…2…1…"

Timmy paused and watched with amusement as Jenny pulled extra
hard and yelled with the pain, but it just wasn't enough. Timmy
counted zero, Nancy intervened again and, whisp, snap! The strap
came down in almost exactly the same place as before, which now
turned a bright red.

"Owwwww! OH! Ah!" The muscles on Jenny's cute thighs stood out
and again she again dropped the tweezers and writhed in agony.

"My goodness," said Nancy, "your self-discipline hasn't improved
much has it, Jenny? What should we do, Timmy? Should we give her
another chance?"

Timmy answered, "Yeah, but first let me show her how it's done.
Maybe she can learn by example."

He picked up the tweezers, attached them to a curly hair in the
same location as the one Jenny had failed to pull out, and, with
one swift motion, yanked the hair from her poor, highly
sensitive, pussy lip.

"Agggggghhhh!!" came a long, drawn out scream from the suffering
teenager who seemed to feel the pain most acutely. The scream
gradually died off into pitiful sobs.

"Please stop!! It hurts too much! Ohhhh!" she begged.

Whisp, snap! Timmy brought the strap down again - attacking once
more the already traumatized area of thigh flesh he had been
focusing on.

"Yeeeeeowwww! Owww! Owww! Ohhh! Stop! Stop!" Jenny bounced and
twisted about, at times lewdly poking her pussy and bumhole out
at Timmy and Nancy. She tried desperately to free herself, but,
alas, without effect.