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 ï>¿Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 20)

   Her final task ended up being, by far, the most humiliating one of them
all.  The reason is simple.  She had no persona to hide behind.  When she
came down after her shower, she simply walked into the living room, as
naked as the day she was born, and stood before Joseph as no one else but
little Lucy Jenkins.  With her body stripped bare, her throbbing pussy
sparkled with the promise of a thousand future diamonds as her trembling
hands held out a sample of nail polish bottles.

   Licking her suddenly dry lips, she asked him a question in a small,
quivering voice.  "Um, Joseph?  Would you...please...help me pick out some
nail polish to wear tonight?  Um...I...I want to wear your favorite color."

   I had instructed her to say those precise words because I knew it would
come across as her flirting with him.  Judging by the blush that bloomed on
her face and spread down onto her fair neck and chest, she must have felt
it too.

   Joseph scanned his eyes all over her smooth flesh.  I had no idea what
his old favorite color used to be, but I could guess every one of his new
favorite colors.  They were all on the beautiful naked girl standing before
him.  From the juicy redness glowing with heat inside her diamond factory,
to the bubblegum pink of her impossibly stiff nipples, to the piercing blue
of her gorgeous eyes.  Even the creamy white undersides of her breasts. 
How could he possibly pick just one?

   Even if he could pick, he had another problem.  Someone had replaced his
tongue with a dozen cotton balls.  What a devious trick!  He tried to utter
a coherent response, but it came out as gibberish.  Then, after a few more
attempts, she gathered that he was trying to say "blue".  Having extracted
a color choice from him, she was mercifully allowed to take a seat.

   She sat on the floor, opened a small makeup satchel, and pulled out her
favorite shade of blue polish.  Laying down a small square of fabric to
protect the carpet, she began to paint her fingernails.

   Now that she was into her final task, it was time to break out the
surprise video I had been saving for a special occasion.

   "Hey, Joe," I asked casually, "did you know that your grandpa helped
Lucy win a prize last year in her history class?"

   Lucy's eyes shot up at me.  She didn't think her humiliation could
possibly get any worse.

   When he shook his head in confusion, I continued, "he made her a costume
and everything.  And she got first place!  I have the video of her
presentation right here!  Do you want to see Lucy dressed up like a roman
slave girl?"

   With a grin, he nodded excitedly.  So, I slid the tape in and pressed
"Play".

   While my naked sister continued to work on her nails on the floor, the
roman slave girl on the tv shuffled into the classroom and began her
presentation.  Joseph watched in rapt attention as the bound slave
gradually revealed more and more of her young body to the audience which
was made up of all boys his age.  I could guess what was going through his
mind in that moment.  How could he convince his mother to let him transfer
to Lucy's school?

   When she was finished painting her fingernails, she stood up and
approached him again.  Standing at parade rest to keep her fingers hidden
from him until the final reveal, she was required to ask her next
humiliating question.

   "Um, Joseph?" she asked, coyly tilting her head to one side, and
fluttering her long lashes over her big blue eyes, "I want to wear a
different color on my toes.  Will you help me pick out something cute to
match my fingers?"

   Joseph was more than willing to help the pretty girl pick out something
to wear on her toes, as long as she remained completely naked everywhere
else.  This time he picked pink.  I'm not sure how pink was supposed to
coordinate with blue, but judging by the fact that he was staring directly
at her pointy, upturned nipples when he said it, I could guess why that
particular color was on his mind.

   She returned to her station on the carpet and began painting her dainty
toenails; a task she had done hundreds of times and had grown very skilled
at.  Even still, her toes were so small that she had to concentrate hard to
keep from messing it up.  She looked adorable with her little tongue
sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration.

   It couldn't have been a more wholesome scene of 90's Americana.  An
older brother inviting a neighbor boy over just to watch tv.  His little
sister sitting on the carpet, painting her nails a flirty color to impress
her cute neighbor.  The boy sneaking long glances at the girl only to avert
his gaze bashfully whenever she looked up from her task.

   The only thing out of place was the fact that the girl wasn't wearing a
single stitch of clothing!  Well, that, and the rather unusual scene
playing out on the television.  The now mostly naked sixth grade slave girl
on the screen, dressed only in bondage in front of her classmates, was
explaining a unique and rather creative form of punishment.

   As her body grew, the beautiful young slave was becoming a temptation
and a distraction for those around her.  Her owners were considering a
fitting punishment; one that would ensure the virgin remained sexually
frustrated while also forcing her to advertise her body's newly developing
assets.  The intimate piercing would ensure she kept her legs spread but
her labia closed.

   As the boys on the screen began to debate her puberty status, Lucy
struggled to ignore the tv.  Her face burned with humiliation as she was
forced to re-live the embarrassing experience.

   Needless to say, Joseph was keenly interested in that topic of
discussion.  And I could tell his arousal situation was growing beyond his
ability to control.  When squirming didn't help, he started letting out
tiny grunts as quietly as he could manage, almost disguised as if he were
clearing his throat repeatedly.

   When Lucy's nails were dry and she stood up a third time, I noticed a
tiny bead of moisture running down her thigh.  Oh great!  Now I was dealing
with two horny tweens on the verge of losing control.  How was I supposed
to juggle them both without making a mess?  Well, it turns out I'm a
terrible juggler...



   Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 21)

   "Don't look at my feet yet," she admonished as she stood before him for
the third time.  She curled her little toes up beneath her as best she
could to keep them hidden.  Silly girl!  I guarantee, while her feet and
painted toes were certainly cute, with the rest of her naked body on
display like that, she didn't have to worry about spoiling her nail polish
reveal.

   "Um, Joseph," she began.  Unable to keep still any longer, she was
twisting her naked hips back and forth in an adorable display.  Her diamond
forge was fully lit.  But forced to remain idle, the excess heat and
pent-up arousal was oozing from her...literally.  Her juicy pussy lips were
practically buzzing with need and churning out moisture at an overwhelming
rate.

   "Um, can you tell me your favorite hairstyle?" she asked, quickly
adding, "for a girl, I mean."

   The boy was at a loss how to answer that question.  If you know anything
about twelve-year-old boys, you know their knowledge of girl -(TM)s
hairstyles tends to be slim.  After a few seconds, he managed to stutter
out "p...p-pigtails." She accepted his answer with a blushing smile and
returned to her spot on the floor.  Pulling a brush from her satchel, she
began brushing out her silky blonde hair with a well-practiced stroke.

   It being a less sophisticated style, I hardly ever saw her in pigtails
anymore.  She viewed it as too childish for her maturing and refined
stylistic tastes.  But my instructions required her to wear her hair
however Joseph wanted.

   She worked quickly; her skilled hands able to deftly form two playful
pigtails in no time.  They stuck up and out on either side of her head and
made her look like a little child (as long as you didn't look at anything
from her neck down).

   With her hair and nails finished, she only had one thing left on her
checklist.  With a gulp, she fished out her lipstick collection and stood
up.  I know, it doesn't make any sense to make a girl put on lipstick just
to go to bed.  But when you think about it, what girl paints her nails and
fixes her hair for bed either?  The point was to let Joseph pick out things
for her to "wear" to bed without actually letting her wear anything to bed,
see?  In that context, wearing lipstick makes more sense.

   I admit, when adding this particular item to her checklist, I may have
gone too far with my instructions.  In hindsight, it was a mistake.  But
don't worry.  Things did work out in the end.

   As instructed, she laid out the sticks on the couch where he could see
them all, then she stepped over to stand before him and address him for the
fourth and final time.

   "Um, Joseph?" she said, trying her best not to let her voice falter too
much.  From my angle on the couch, I could see her hands clasped tightly
behind her back to keep them from trembling.

   "Can you help me pick out some lipstick?  What color would go good on my
lips?" Then, doing exactly as I had instructed her to, she bent at the
waist until her upper body was leaning over him.  Placing her hands on his
legs for support, she puckered her lips like she was about to kiss him
which made him draw back in his seat alarmingly.  But she didn't kiss him.
She stopped when her mouth got about a foot away from his and held real
still so he could inspect and decide on the perfect shade for her to wear
on her luscious lips.  Her freshly formed pigtails hung down adorably to
tickle the tops of his arms just below his shirt sleeves.

   Ashamed of having been forced to enter his personal space and too afraid
of making eye contact with him, she squeezed her eyelids shut.  But Joseph
wasn't looking at her eyes.  His attention shifted back and forth between
her plump, kissable, bubblegum pink lips and another spectacular display
happening a little lower.  With her arms flexed forward to support her bent
over position, her breasts were being pushed together and presented to him.

   The developing girl's naked presentation was just too much for poor
Joseph.  Between her full, puckered lips hovering inches from his face, and
her ripening young mounds showing off their new cleavage trick while also
sporting the sexiest set of stiff, bubblegum pink nipples, he lost control.
With his own arousal about to bubble over, the first orgasm of his life was
at hand.  With no clue what was about to happen to him, he quickly grabbed
one of the tubes of lipstick and pushed it into her hand as a wrinkle
formed on his forehead.

   Not wanting to prolong her compromising position any longer than
necessary, Lucy accepted the offering and stood up.  Since she needed it to
put her lipstick on, she hurried from the room and headed for the mirror in
the guest bathroom.  Joseph, too, jumped to his feet and looked at me in
alarm.

   "I think I need to use the bathroom or something," he said through
clenched teeth as his voice pitched up an octave.  The wave of his first
orgasm was about to come crashing in.  It was too late to avert his
impending eruption.  Since Lucy was occupying the closest one, I reminded
him where the upstairs bathroom was located.  He had seen it earlier on his
tour.

   Still not sure what was really happening to him, he recognized the need
for privacy in that moment and rushed out of the room toward the stairs. 
He didn't make it, though.  In fact, he barely made it around the corner
before I heard him cry out.  Then I heard a sound of him collapsing into a
heap on the hallway.  Poor guy, his legs must have given out.  I knew the
feeling.

   I went to check on him and saw the post-orgasmic young buck trying to
stand back up.  But his knees were weak and his legs wobbly.  Lucy had a
habit of doing that to people.

   "I, uh, think I need to go home," he said.  I saw a wet spot forming in
the front of his shorts.  "I'm sorry."

   "Oh, come on, Joey," I sought to reassure him, "it's just an accident.
Don't worry about it!"

   "But --I gotta change...and get cleaned up," he said with more than a
little embarrassment.  He started wobbling toward the front door, but I
intercepted him.

   "Nonsense!" I cried, "you don't want to leave now.  It's dark out
there." Gently, but insistently redirecting him, I guided him up the stairs
saying, "you were probably wanting to take a shower anyway after being
outside all afternoon, right?"

   Faking a yawn, I continued, "I'm pretty wiped out, myself.  I tell you
what.  Let's just call it a day." Reaching the bathroom, I herded him
inside.  "You go ahead and get cleaned up.  Hand me your clothes through
the door and I'll throw them in the wash real quick.  I'm sure I can find
something to loan you to sleep in."

   Recovering from the first of what would certainly be many, many orgasmic
episodes in his life, he was a little more pliable than usual.  That
explains how I was able to convince him to accompany me up the stairs
instead of leaving like he originally intended.  But he was still
understandably hesitant to hand over all his clothes to a boy he had just
met that day, even if his grandfather would have vouched for me.

   With another yawn, I gave him a gentle reprimand through the closed
door, "Come on, Joseph, don't be a baby.  I have things to do, like get the
sleeping arrangements setup.  Or should I just call your mother and let her
come over and sort this out?"

   That last threat did the trick.  I heard shuffling cloth, then he
unlocked the bathroom door and shoved his clothes through the crack.  While
he started his shower, I carefully carried everything down the stairs (at
arm -(TM)s length) and started it running through a wash cycle.

   Just then, Lucy emerged from the guest bathroom.  She didn't see me at
first and, probably assuming we were still hanging out in the living room,
turned that direction and started walking down the unlit hallway.  But just
before entering the doorway, her progress halted.  She was officially as
dressed up for Joseph as a naked girl could be.  Next was supposed to come
her big reveal.  But still, she tarried.

   She reached up to scratch an itch on her chest as the smallest whimper
of distress escaped her lips.  Her instincts were begging her not to walk
naked back in that room and face Joseph.  She looked so small and
vulnerable.  I couldn't get over how much like a little girl she looked
standing in the hall in her pigtails with nothing on.  With her left hand
still addressing that apparently stubborn itch on her breast, her right
hand reached down and covered her pussy.  Then she started rocking back and
forth on the balls of her feet like --she used to do...when she
was...younger...

   ...wait a minute!  Lucy wasn't just scratching an itch.  That sneaky
little cheater was masturbating!



   Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 22)

   "LUCY MARIE JENKINS, I roared, bearing down on her and closing the space
between us instantly, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"

   She jumped out of her bare skin.  Assuming she was alone in the hallway,
she hadn't expected anyone to come up behind her like that.

   "Mikey!  It's not-I was just-"

   "Quiet!" I yelled, slapping her hand away from her pussy and grabbing
her by the upper arm.  I was so pissed at how blatantly she was
disrespecting my authority; flaunting my orders by sneaking around in the
shadows and playing with herself when she knew it was forbidden.

   I continued my castigation as I dragged her into the house foyer.  "What
is wrong with you?!  Don't you respect me enough to behave?  Or did you
disobey me on purpose because you wanted to be punished?"

   "NO!" she squealed in fright, "I mean, yes!  I do respect you.  Please
Mikey!"

   Pushing her nose up against a certain spot the wall and placing her
hands above it, I began to pace back and forth behind her; trying to think
out what I should do with her.  Did she deserve another spanking?  The way
she had hidden in the shadows of the darkened hallway proved her guilt.  I
couldn't let that slide.  But did this transgression also warrant a greater
response?

   I had warned her earlier that if she stalled or disobeyed a task, I
would make the next one harder.  That threat had kept her in line and on
task all afternoon and evening.  But by pausing in the hallway instead of
coming back into the living room immediately, she dared to defy me by
stalling.  And by playing with herself, she had disobeyed a longstanding
rule of her dare.  Two damning strikes against her case.

   My response was a foregone conclusion.  In addition to earning a
spanking, her next task had to be made harder and more humiliating.  That
raised another issue.  I had already given her her final task of the
evening - to repeatedly go in front of Joseph and give him the Lucy
Jenkins' naked bedtime routine.  That left one obvious solution.  I would
just have to think up another task for her to complete.  And since it was a
punishment, this bonus task had to be a big one.

   Finally ready to meter out her punishment, I turned to address her.  I
could hear my naked delinquent sister blubbering out apologies mixed with
excuses for her misbehavior.  Every time I had paced behind her, and she
sensed my motion, she flinched her whole body; bracing herself in case a
painful strike was coming.  All the while, she continued to plead her case
and beg for mercy in the hope of a pardon.  But, to her credit, she had
kept her nose and hands pressed flat against the wall the whole time I
deliberated with myself, even though that left her ripe naked bottom an
easy target for my potential wrath.

   It was not a coincidence that I had taken her to this spot in the
entryway.  It was the exact same place I had administered her very first
spanking almost a year earlier.  That first time, I was only helping her
complete a dare.  I had been trying to make it look to some lucky pizza
delivery boy like he had stumbled upon a naughty child in the middle of an
embarrassing punishment.  To sell the image, I had given her then much
smaller bottom a relatively mild spanking at the last second just to turn
it slightly red and sell the story.  She had been forced to show off her
first training bra and a lot more to that boy to complete her dare that
night.

   But this time, she really was a naughty, disobedient child who had
earned the trip to her punishment spot.  As I stepped close to her, the
muscles of her bottom squeezed tight in dread and anticipation.

   "Your little stunt just earned you another task," I whispered, "I'll
tell you what it is when I come back down.  You better be in this exact
spot and position when I get back.  Do you understand?"

   She opened her mouth as if to voice one last plea.  But instead, she
just nodded her head as best she could with her face mashed up against the
wall.  Then, without warning, I delivered the solitary spank she had
earned.

   The sound of my open palm slapping her bottom echoed around the space
until it was drowned out by her yip of pain.  I felt no need to continue.
The girl was so sensitive about them, that a single corporal correction
carried a lot of weight with her at that age.  Other than that adorable
little initial yip, she took her discipline stoically.  As a clear red
handprint rose on the plumpest part of her otherwise flawless white bottom,
she bit her lip to contain any more outbursts, then squeezed her eyes shut
before the tears welling up in them could spill out.

   I left her standing there, her naked body splayed out against the wall,
to reflect on her misdeeds.  Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen
them.  So hard it had to have been painful.  Hell, those pink caps looked
so enticing that I was tempted to reach over myself and give them a nice
pinch.  It had to be torture for her ignoring the signals coming from her
own unbelievably horny body.  Still, I had confidence, now that she had
been sufficiently chastised and threatened, that I could trust her not to
move from that position for at least a few short minutes; no matter how
much her body begged her to.

   How to keep her from giving in to those urges overnight was another
matter.  As I climbed the stairs, I conclude I would have to make Lucy
sleep next to Joseph on the floor of my bedroom.  That way I could keep an
eye on her and make sure she didn't cheat in the privacy of her own bed. 
But did that mean I would have to stay up all night?

   Near the end of our vacation, she had found herself in a similar
hyper-aroused situation.  I had resorted to tying her up overnight to
prevent her from playing with herself and reaching her peak prematurely. 
It was an elegant solution which allowed me to get a good night's sleep.

   I wondered how she would react to being forced to sleep right next to
Joseph all night with her naked body tied up and exposed.  Or maybe I would
just spread a light sheet over her to caress her skin all night.  If I
positioned a nightlight just right, he would be in prime position to watch
the bound girl's alluring curves writhing erotically with need beneath the
thin covering.

   Honestly, as punishments went, that felt a little on the weak side.  So,
I promised to keep my options open and stay on the lookout for
opportunities to spice it up.  I headed for the upstairs hall closet to
look for a jump rope or something similar.  While I was digging around, an
old sleeping bag caught my eye.  Intrigued, I pulled it out and held it up
for inspection.

   It wasn't a regular bag like you would take on a real camping trip. 
Rather, it was more like a young child's toy.  Lucy and I had both outgrown
it which explains how it ended up shoved and forgotten in the back of the
most remote closet of our house.  It was pale blue with some cartoon
characters on the front, Care Bears if I recall correctly.

   About half as big as a regular bag would be, it only had a few layers of
lightweight fabric; not nearly enough to keep a person warm outside at
night.  There were no zippers either, just a drawstring around the top to
cinch it closed.  But, for a little kid wanting to have an indoor campout
adventure, it would get the job done.

   I smiled as a new, rough plan formed in my mind.  What if I made Lucy
get into it up to her waist then made her sleep with her arms somehow
secured above her head?  She wouldn't be able to move around much, and the
soft, squishy fabric should prevent stimulation on that special spot
between her legs.  As a bonus, since it was so short, Joseph would get to
enjoy the sight of her bare breasts and stiff nipples all night long.

   There was only one problem with my plan.  The aforementioned jump rope
continued to frustratingly elude me.  Too bad I didn't have Rivera Dave's
handcuffs.  Those would have worked perfectly!

   Putting the jump rope problem temporarily on the back burner, I carried
the sleeping bag back to my bedroom.  I heard the water of Joseph's shower
shut off as I was passing by and was reminded that I still had to come up
with bedding for him.  Sleepovers, what a hassle!

   Picking the perfect spot in reach of one of my desk legs and clearing
off my floor, I laid out the sleeping bag then went to Lucy's room to
borrow a pillow.  Just as I was passing back by, the bathroom door opened a
crack and Joseph peered out.

   He had dried off with a towel and was now wearing it around his waist.
Dressed vulnerably in only a towel, he scanned rapidly up and down the
hallway; his senses on high alert in case a certain cute naked girl
happened to be lurking nearby.

   "Yo, Joe," I waived cordially, "all cleaned up and ready for bed?  I
hope you don't mind, but Lucy's gonna have to bunk with us tonight because
of the chemicals in her room.  Termites, remember?"

   The look he gave me was a mixture of nervousness, confusion, and fear.
Of course, he wasn't ready for bed!  There was something critically missing
from the equation.

   But as he stood there shifting his weight uncomfortably, it occurred to
me that he was too embarrassed to bring up the subject of his orgasmic
accident and recently soiled clothes.  As I was taking them away, I had
promised to provide him something to change into after his shower.  So, why
didn't I seem to be in any hurry to provide it for him?

   The way he was huddling defensively behind the door and clutching the
knot of his towel in a fist amused me endlessly.  It's not like I would be
the least bit interested in seeing the kid without his towel on.  Then
again, how could I fault him for worrying?  After all, he had experienced
first-hand our family's unusually lax attitude toward nudity.

   Just for fun, to see how he would react, I suddenly barged right through
the door, forcing him to take a step back.  Thrown off guard by my sudden
intrusion, he let me grab him by the shoulders and drag him out into the
hall.

   "Sorry, but I really need to use the bathroom," I explained.

   Even standing there in nothing but a towel, he didn't react!  He must
have been really stunned.  Wondering just how far I could actually push
him, I decided to, well, actually push him.

   "Come on, Joey," I said, grabbing his shoulders again and guiding him
down the hall to the open door of my bedroom.  He peered intently to make
sure there were no cute naked girls inside ready to jump out and catch him
in nothing but a towel.

   I noticed, as he peered at the strange sight of the baby blue children's
sleeping bag on the floor of my bedroom, that he had unintentionally
loosened the grip on his towel.  Caught up in the moment, I simply had to
try what I did next.  Tossing Lucy's pillow inside, I offered, "I'll be
quick.  You can wait in here," before casually adding, "I'll hang this up
for you."

   Then, in a flash, I reached out and yanked the towel off him.  With a
start, he reached up to his waist only to find...his waist, and nothing
else.

   To remove the temptation to try and reclaim his towel, I put some
distance between us.  Carrying it with me, I immediately walked over to the
bathroom before turning and looking back.  He was still standing there in
the middle of our hallway, completely naked.

   I'm not going to go into much detail describing his private physical
attributes - I'm sure you can imagine.  But I will say he was completely
hairless down there and still sporting a stiffie.  Apparently, that first
orgasm had not been enough fully drain the balloon of arousal that my
sister had filled up over the course of the day with her naked antics.

   Left with no better option, the naked boy turned and dove into the
relative safety of my bedroom.  When I emerged from the bathroom a minute
later and saw how he had chosen to deal with his nude predicament, I almost
burst out laughing.  Rather than go into my closet to look for clothes or
at least diving under my bedspread, in his panicked state, he had gone for
the closest form of cover.  I found him lying in the middle of my bedroom
floor with his legs stuffed into the sleeping bag I had laid out for Lucy.

   In a flash, the solution to how I was going to punish Lucy gripped my
mind and wouldn't let go.  Thinking quickly, I said, "I'll be right back,"
then excused myself before he could even open his mouth to respond or
breach the subject of his missing clothes.