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 ï>¿It Isn't Easy Being a Girl by Sue DeNym

   Summary :

   A collection of short stories and vignettes depicting teenaged girls in
a variety of uncomfortable situations.  I got the idea for this while
reading "Boys in Trouble" by Nevergrowup and "Anthology" by NAMB on the FNA
website.  Some of these will be short stories with actual plots and
conclusions (more or less), while others will just be little vignettes that
I wrote for fun.

   The general themes are forced (or at least reluctant) nudity, with a
fair amount of spanking and bondage.  There is also some non-consensual
sexual contact (groping, fondling, and forced kissing), so reader
discretion is advised.

   Contents :

   Volume I (Completed.)

   1.  A Favor for Billy 2.  Laundry Day Woes 3.  Emily and Missy's New
Family 4.  Blackmail Blues 5.  Vignette - What About Charlie? 6.  Panties
Down 7.  Cousin Brandy 8.  A String of Teenaged Aphrodites 9.  Vignette -
It Was Only Fair 10.  Master Oscar



   1.  A Favor for Billy

   "Just give me a few minutes, Cheryl.  I'll be right down there."

   Sara slid her phone into her pocket, while shaking her long red hair out
of her eyes.  The teenaged girl ran up the stairs, two or three at a time,
toward her bedroom.  With a little luck, she could change clothes and go
join her friends at the bakery while that cute new boy was still there
.....

   "Sara?  Could you come in here for a minute?"

   "Uh, Billy, I'm in kind of a hurry." Sara tried to hide her annoyance at
this interruption as she looked over at her younger brother, waving to her
from the door of his room.

   "Please, Sara?  Just a minute?" Billy persisted.

   Sara could feel her annoyance melting away at the sound of her little
brother's plea.  She had never been very good at refusing Billy when he
asked her for something, and today was no exception.  With a sigh, she
followed him into his room.

   "What is it, Billy?" she asked, closing the door behind her.

   The young boy plopped himself down on his bed.

   "Strip," he said in an eager voice, gazing at his sister with even more
eager eyes.

   Sara groaned.

   "Why do you want me to do that?" she asked wearily.

   "You're so pretty," said Billy, actually making his sister blush.

   "Well, don't you think I look pretty with my clothes on?" Sara tried,
knowing full well it would do no good.

   "Sure." Billy nodded emphatically.  "But you look really pretty with
them off."

   "Billy - "

   "Please, Sara?"

   There it was again.

   Sara hesitated, once again contemplating what she knew would be the
futility of trying to say no to her little brother.

   "Okay, okay," sighed Sara, giving in yet again.

   "Thanks, Sis," said Billy, smiling brightly.

   "But we have to hurry," she said, unbuttoning her blouse.  "I need to go
soon."

   Billy folded his hands in his lap, watching with widening eyes as Sara
pulled her blouse off and then unzipped her skirt.  She was wearing a plain
white bra and panties, but the young boy seemed as entranced as if she was
wearing Victoria's Secret lingerie.

   Sara could feel herself blushing again as Billy ran his eyes up her long
legs and tight stomach.

   "Um, well, I guess that's it, then," she said, a little too anxiously.

   "Please, Sara?" said Billy again.

   With another sigh, she reached behind her to unhook her bra.  Sara's
breasts were not large, even though they seemed generous on her small
frame. Most of the girls she knew were bustier, although she doubted that
her young brother had seen much to compare her to.

   As she slid her panties down her legs, Sara lowered her deeply reddening
face, finding it more difficult to look Billy in the eyes.

   "Wow," breathed Billy, his eyes seemingly everywhere at once.  "You're
so beautiful, Sara."

   The sweetness in her brother's voice gave Sara the willpower to
straighten up and face him.

   "Thank you, Billy." She smiled, almost in spite of herself.  "But you've
seen me like this a lot of times before."

   "And it's always amazing, every time," he said.

   Sara actually found that nice to hear, although she didn't really need
to be told that her brother felt that way.  She could see how Billy was
admiring her, as if she was the most wondrous sight in the world to him.

   "You're always so pretty, Sara," said Billy softly, tilting his head.

   "That's sweet of you, Billy," said Sara gratefully.  She paused for a
moment, then shook her head a bit.

   "But, look, I really do have to get going." She held out her arms to
display her fully nude body.  "So, is this enough, Billy?  Can I get
dressed now?  Please?"

   Billy hesitated.

   "Um, could you turn around?" he asked timidly.

   "Billy - "

   "Just once, Sara?  Please, Sara?"

   Sara bit her lip as she turned in place.  When she had her back to
Billy, she slowed her pace for a few seconds so he could have a good look.

   "The things I do," she whispered to herself.

   Now facing Billy again, Sara locked her eyes with his.

   "Billy, I think that's enough.  I have to go now."

   "Aw, Sis - "

   "Billy." Sara was using her big sister voice now, the one that meant
business.  "Enough.  I really do have to leave."

   "Oh." Billy lowered his eyes.  After a moment, he looked up at his
sister again.  "Okay.  Thanks, Sara."

   "You're welcome, Billy." Sara's voice softened again.  "Look, I'll tell
you what.  When I get back home, I'll spend the whole evening in just my
underwear."

   Billy visibly perked up at that, but Sara knew that he still wanted to
see her naked again.

   "And listen," Sara knelt down in front of her brother, giving him an
even closer look.  "If you're a good boy tonight, Billy, then about an hour
before your bedtime, I'll come in here and take everything off for you
again.  And I'll spend that hour in here with you, just like this.  We'll
have some fun playing games or watching television or something."

   "A whole hour?  Really?" Billy's eyes were shining more than Sara could
ever remember seeing them before.  "Wow.  Thank you so much, Sara."

   "You're welcome, sweetie," said Sara, smiling kindly at him.  "Look, to
be honest, I don't really enjoy doing this.  I don't like being naked in
front of boys, even my brother.  But I know how much you like it, so I'll
do it, just for you, Billy, because I love you."

   "Thanks," said Billy again.  "You're the best sister ever."

   "And don't you forget it," said Sara with mock severity.  She ran her
hand affectionately through her little brother's hair.

   Sara picked her clothes up off the floor.  She could have gotten dressed
right there, but instead she purposely walked out of Billy's room still
naked, and at a deliberately slow pace, letting him have one more good
look.

   "The things I do," she murmured again, folding her clothes into her arm.
As she headed down the hall to her room, she sighed, "It isn't easy being a
girl."



   2.  Laundry Day Woes

   "Madison, what did you do?!"

   I practically yanked my best white dress shirt out of the bundle of
clothing stuffed into the washing machine.  At least, it was white.  Now,
it was a bright shade of pink.

   "You don't like it?" My older sister, Madison, did not look up from the
teen magazine she was reading.

   "It's pink!" I exclaimed.  "How did my best shirt get pink?!"

   "Oh, that." Madison finally looked up at me, with a bored expression on
her face.  "I thought I pulled out all of those red socks from the load.  I
guess I missed one.  Oh, well, what can you do?"

   She shrugged and went back to reading her magazine.

   "Madison, I was planning to wear this on my date with Jennifer Hall
tonight!  Do you know how long it's taken me to get a date with her?"

   "So, wear a different shirt."

   "Oh, I'd love to," I growled, glancing at the clothes in the washing
machine.  "But it looks to me like you pinked them all!"

   "Well, what's the big deal?" Madison slowly turned a page of her
magazine.  "You weren't really expecting anything to happen tonight with
Jennifer Hall, were you, little brother?"

   I could feel my hands clenching, but I forced myself to ignore her
remark.

   "I don't know why Mom keeps having you do the laundry," I told my sister
in exasperation.  "You've never done a single load right in your life."

   Madison rolled her eyes.

   "So why don't you wash your own clothes, then?" she asked me pointedly.

   "I do," I retorted.  "I didn't have time this morning because of soccer
practice.  But whenever I can, I always do my own laundry.  Think about
that, Madison.  I am a 15-year-old boy who would rather wash his own
clothes than let his sister do it for him.  What does that tell you?"

   "Why do I have to do the laundry, anyway?" said Madison irritably. 
"Because I'm a girl, I suppose."

   "No, it's because Mom says you're even worse at cooking, vaccuuming,
dusting, washing dishes, and every other chore in the house than you are at
laundry.  I think she's just about given up trying to make you be useful
around here."

   That must have pushed my sister's buttons, because she threw her
magazine on the floor and started toward the stairs.

   "Madison, where are you going?" I demanded.

   "Since I'm so useless around here, I guess I'll go take a nap," she
snarled at me over her shoulder.

   "What am I going to wear on my date?" I asked in frustration.

   "Wear the pink shirt," she told me.  "Maybe Jennifer will think it's
cute.  It's not like you've got much else to impress her with."

   She snorted derisively as she headed up the stairs.

   That did it.  That really did it .....  In that moment, I saw red .....
Madison had screwed up my first date with a girl I had spent over a month
working up the courage to ask out, and she didn't even care, she was
laughing! .....  I had had enough, and I saw red .....

   "Hey!" shrieked Madison as I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back
down into the basement.  "What the hell are you doing?!"

   "You're not going anywhere!" I snarled at her.  I half-pulled,
half-dragged my sister to a bench against the basement wall.

   "Let go of me!" shouted Madison.  She let out another loud shriek as I
pulled her over my lap, her butt squarely over my knees.

   "You need an attitude adjustment, Sis," I said furiously.  "All you ever
do around here is cause trouble.  I've had enough, and I think I need to
give you something Dad should've given you when you were five."

   "You're crazy!  You'd better let me up right now, or I'll - OW!"

   I don't know who was more shocked, Madison or me, that I had just
smacked her butt, hard.  But I'll tell you, it felt so right .....

   "Let me up!" Madison was struggling for all she was worth, but I managed
to pin her small wrists in my left hand and held them against her back. 
She may have been older than me, but it felt like I had the edge on her in
strength.

   "You've needed a spanking from me for a long time," I told her.  "And I
am going to give it to you."

   "You can't spank me!" she shouted.  "I'm not a little kid!  Let me go -
OW!  OW!  OW!  OW!  OW!"

   Madison was screaming as my hand came down on her behind again and
again, making a loud smack each time it did.  Before long, tears were
flowing down her face.  I knew she must have been in a lot of pain, but I
could tell that what was even worse for her was the humiliation of being
spanked like a child, and by her little brother to boot.

   But, personally, I had never felt so much satisfaction in my entire life
as I did at that moment.  It was like years and years of anger and
resentment were flowing out of me, through my hand, and into her rear end
.....  However, it also felt like something wasn't quite right here .....
and I soon realized what it was.

   "Hey!  What do you think you're doing, you little creep?!" shouted
Madison as I pulled her shorts down, exposing her tight pink panties.  I
have to say, pink was a lot more flattering in her underwear than it would
have been in my shirt.

   I felt her freeze up for an instant when I slipped my fingers into the
waistband of her panties.

   "Don't you even think about it!" she snarled, struggling futilely in my
grip.

   "Don't worry, I won't," I assured her as I yanked her panties down her
thighs.  I scarcely even noticed her screams and threats as I stared down
at the tight, shapely flesh of her bare ass .....  Even though she was my
sister, I couldn't help admiring the sight of it .....

   "Nice," I remarked, giving her butt a squeeze, feeling the smoothness of
it.  "You've been working out a lot, haven't you?"

   "Cut it out, you little perv!" Madison was still struggling, and
although I wasn't losing my grip on her just yet, I had a feeling I
wouldn't be able to keep this up all day.

   "Let's get this over with," I told her, and resumed smacking her hard on
her rear.  Now, with nothing at all to cushion the blows, Madison started
screaming even louder .....  Before long, though, the screams subsided and
now she was just sobbing and begging me to stop .....

   I wouldn't have believed it possible, but I found myself feeling a
little sorry for my sister.  Now wondering if I'd been a bit harsher on her
than I should have, I decided to wrap things up.  I gave Madison a few more
hard smacks, and finally let her get up .....  At least, that's what I had
in mind, but she wound up falling off my lap onto the concrete basement
floor.

   For a long moment, she simply lay there, crying as she rubbed her bottom
furiously, and then she began shouting at me, "Get out!  Get out!  GET
OUT!"

   Deciding not to push my luck, I hurried to the stairs and went up to my
room.  I spent the next hour or so getting ready for my date with Jennifer,
but mostly I was dreading what would happen when my parents got home and
Madison told them what I had done.  I was going to be in so much trouble, I
was sure .....  But, much to my surprise, when Mom and Dad came in the
front door and asked my sister how her day was, she just shrugged and said,
"It was fine."

   Madison didn't breathe a word of what had happened in the basement to
our parents.  At least, I was pretty sure she didn't, because they never
said anything to me about it.

   Oh, and by the way .....  Jennifer actually did think that the pink
shirt was cute.  In a weird way, I felt like I should be grateful to
Madison.  It also made me feel kind of guilty about spanking her, even
though I still felt sure that she had deserved it.

   That night, when I was heading for bed, my sister caught me in the
hallway.

   "Listen," she said to me.  "I'm gonna cut you a break here, and not tell
Mom and Dad what you did to me today."

   "Really?" I asked.  "Um, thanks, Sis."

   Madison let out a heavy sigh.

   "Look, the last thing I want is for people to know that I was spanked by
my little brother, okay?" She gave me a really hard look.  "But, listen, if
you ever .....  ever .....  ever do anything like that to me again, there
will be hell to pay.  Understand?"

   "I understand." I nodded, and then bit my lip.  "I'm really sorry,
Madison.  I was just .....  I was mad, and I lost my head.  I'm really
sorry."

   "Well," she mumbled, "I guess I did kind of bring it on myself.  I'm
sorry for screwing up your date, and for being a jerk about it."

   She shook her head and then headed down the hallway to her room.  As she
went in, she shot me another glare and said, "Just remember what I said,
all right?  Hell to pay, understand?"

   With that, she slammed the door shut behind her.

   Well, that was pretty much the end of it  --..  But here's the
interesting thing  --..  After that day, my sister never, ever made another
mistake when she did my laundry

   .....



   3.  Emily and Missy's New Family

   "Emily!  Missy!  Rise and shine!"

   Kathryn opened the door to her daughters' bedroom.

   "Good morning, girls," she said cheerfully as she padded across the
thick carpet and threw open the curtains on the windows.  "Did you two have
a good night's sleep?"

   Emily and Missy, both still under their light silk blankets, gazed at
their mother, but said nothing.

   "Oh, of course, I'm so sorry," said Kathryn, walking over to their beds.
"Here, girls, let me take your gags off."

   Kathryn pulled Emily's blanket off of her and sat her up on her soft
mattress.  She gently pulled down the cloth that was tied tightly in and
around the girl's mouth, and let it hang loosely around her neck.  Emily
fairly gasped for breath as her mother went to her sister's bed and
repeated the process with Missy's gag.

   "Mom, could you untie us, please?" asked Missy, holding out her wrists,
which were bound behind her back with a thick cord.

   "Very well, sweetheart," said Kathryn, undoing the knots on both of her
daughters' bonds.  "It's almost time for breakfast, anyway."

   While their mother was untying them, Emily and Missy's attention was
drawn to their bedroom door by an all-too-familiar sound for them nowadays
- the sound of boys snickering.  Kathryn had left the door mostly open, and
the girls spotted their stepbrothers, Warren and Theo, in the hallway. 
Both boys were smirking, as they took in the sight of their beautiful
stepsisters.

   Emily and Missy immediately began blushing furiously, both girls vividly
aware of how little of their bodies were hidden by the sheer, almost
transparent nighties they were wearing, which just barely reached the tops
of their thighs .....  and nothing underneath .....  Still being tied up
didn't help alleviate their embarrassment, either.

   Fortunately for the girls, Kathryn also heard the boys' sniggering.

   "Warren, Theo, you two go downstairs to the dining room," she called
out.

   "Aw, Kathryn, we were just - "

   "I said go downstairs, boys, right now," said their stepmother.  "You
need to get your breakfast."

   "Yes, ma'am," sighed Warren as his brother nodded.  "Let's go, Theo."

   As the boys reluctantly left - not before stealing one last good look at
their pretty stepsisters - Kathryn finished untying the girls.  Emily and
Missy sighed as they rubbed the red marks left on their wrists and ankles.

   "Did you two get a good night's sleep, at least?" asked Kathryn.

   "Mom, it's kind of hard to get into a comfortable position with your
hands tied behind your back," said Emily sourly.

   "And your legs tied together," Missy put in.  "Not to mention these
ridiculous nighties that show every - "

   "Missy.  Emily.  Girls.  Enough." Kathryn sighed wearily.  "We have had
this discussion more times than I care to think about, and I promise you
that having it again won't change anything.  Now, you two get dressed."

   That instruction made both girls redden again.

   "Mom, do we really have to go downstairs in just our underwear again?"
whined Emily.

   "It's so embarrassing to be walking around in front of Charles and the
boys in just our bras and panties, we feel so naked!" complained Missy.

   "Girls, as I told you just a second ago, I don't want to have this
discussion again."

   Kathryn shook her head as Emily and Missy opened their mouths, more or
less simultaneously, to argue, despite her admonishment.

   She had always been very proud of her daughters.  Emily and Missy were
both near the top of their class in school, excelled in athletics, both
very popular, and were regarded by many as being among the smartest, not to
mention the prettiest, girls in their year.  But while they had always been
good girls, they weren't perfect, and sometimes they could be quite a
handful.  Although Kathryn did have her reservations about Charles's
unusual methods of discipline, she could not deny being grateful that the
girls' new stepfather had stepped in to take a firm hand with them, nor
could she deny that Emily and Missy seemed better behaved these days than
they had in the past.

   "Girls, your father - "

   "Stepfather, Mom," said Emily quietly, as Missy nodded.

   "Step-father," said Kathryn, trying to control her irritation, "has been
very clear about the rules here.  For the next month, while you two are
grounded, your clothing privileges have been revoked.  You will be allowed
to wear only the basics - bras and panties during the day, these nighties
in the evening.  Now, let's get moving.  I've prepared some plain oatmeal
and milk for your breakfast."

   "Again?" murmured Emily, reluctantly discarding her nightie and taking a
plain white bra and panties out of her dresser drawer.

   "Couldn't we have some pancakes or eggs or something?" asked Missy, as
she, too, got dressed - such as it was.

   "As long as you girls are grounded, it is basic nutrition only," their
mother reminded them.

   "Bread and water," muttered Missy.  "We get it."

   "All right, let's go down to breakfast," said Kathryn, nodding
approvingly at her daughters, both dressed now, albeit just in underwear.

   As Kathryn headed for the bedroom door, with her daughters reluctantly
following, she reminded them, as she had done several times before, "When
you girls are finished with breakfast, and washing the dishes, your
brothers will - "

   "Stepbrothers, Mom," said Missy quietly, as Emily nodded.

   "Step-brothers, fine, will gag you girls, and then bring you back up
here to your bedroom, to tie you up again."

   Both girls let out a soft moan, even though they had already known this
was to be their fate.

   "Mom, this is crazy," said Emily.

   "Why do we have to be bound and gagged all the time?" asked Missy.

   "This is your punishment for breaking curfew last week, girls," their
mother reminded them.  "Apart from school, homework, meals, and bathroom
breaks, you will both be spending the next month gagged and tied up in your
bedroom.  Your father - step-father - explained this to us.  This is
traditional discipline for girls in his family."

   "It wasn't our fault we were late coming home," argued Emily.

   "Yeah!" Missy nodded vigorously.  "We were ready to go on time.  It was
Warren and Theo who delayed us from getting back here, because they were
too busy chatting up some girls they'd just met."

   "I understand that," said Kathryn.  "But your father and I - Do we
really have to do this every time, girls?  - your father and I agreed that
since you kids all broke curfew together, regardless of the reasons, you
all had to be punished."

   "So how come the boys aren't being punished?" demanded Emily.

   "They are," Kathryn pointed out.  "For the next month, Warren and Theo
are grounded, too.  They aren't allowed to leave the house except for
school, and while they're at home they are confined to their rooms except
to eat or go to the bathroom.  They get no television, no stereo, no
computers, no phone calls, just like you girls.  And they're only getting
basic nutrition for food, too."

   "But they don't have to be tied up and gagged like we are," persisted
Missy.  "They just have to stay in their rooms, that's all."

   "And Warren and Theo don't have to be 95% naked all the time like we
are, either," added Emily resentfully.  "They get to wear their regular
clothes!"

   "Yeah, how come Warren and Theo haven't lost their clothing privileges
while they're grounded, like us?" asked Missy.

   "Emily, Missy, we have been through this.  In Charles's family, this is
the traditional discipline for girls, not for boys.  And there is no
'clothing privilege' for Warren and Theo.  You know that by now.  Males in
this family are entitled to clothing.  It is only a 'privilege' for
females."

   Although Kathryn had told her daughters this several times before, it
still set both girls off in a flurry of angry protests.

   "Mom, I can't believe you - "

   "This is so sexist - "

   "Just because we're girls - "

   "How can you go along with - "

   "So it's okay for us to have be practically naked - "

   "And now that we're all a family," continued Kathryn in measured tones,
as if the girls hadn't spoken at all, "We have to learn to make adjustments
to each other."

   Emily and Missy finally fell silent, unable to think of anything more to
say.  Both girls were visibly fuming.

   "And besides," their mother went on, "Theo is two years older than you
girls, and Warren almost three.  That means that they have more privileges
to take away.  Whenever Charles needs to discipline the boys, one of the
most effective methods he has is to take away their car keys.  Which he has
done, by the way, for the next three months.  So their punishment actually
lasts longer than yours."

   "Somehow, I don't think they mind all that much," retorted Missy.  A
moment later, she winced as her sister nudged her hard in her side.

   "Mom," said Emily lightly, "maybe it would help if you didn't let Warren
and Theo come in to our bedroom while Missy and I are tied up."

   "Girls, your father and I cannot be home all the time.  Somebody has to
look in on you two and make sure you're all right.  What if one of you
became sick or got hurt, and nobody did anything because they didn't know
you needed help?"

   "Aren't Warren and Theo supposed to be confined to their rooms?" pressed
Missy.  "Why are they allowed to come in to ours?"

   "The boys are only allowed to leave their rooms when Charles and I
aren't in the house, and only to check to make sure that you girls are
okay."

   "They've been checking a lot more than that," muttered Missy, only to
wince again as Emily nudged her even harder this time.

   "What was that?" asked Kathryn with a frown.

   "Nothing," said Emily a little too quickly.  "It's fine, Mom, we
understand."

   Kathryn looked at the girls askance for a moment.

   "Emily, Missy," she said with a sigh, "Sweethearts, you both know that
sometimes, it isn't easy being a girl."

   She paused.

   "That includes me, by the way," Kathryn continued.  She regarded her
daughters seriously.  "Listen, I wasn't sure if I should tell you this, but
.....  Your father is holding me responsible for your behavior.  So,
please, try to get along with the boys, or else I might lose my clothing
privileges, too."

   Emily and Missy's eyes widened.  For a moment, they could only stare at
their mother, speechless.  Missy was the first to pull herself together.

   "I bet Warren and Theo would be thrilled with that," she said dryly, as
Emily giggled.

   "Honestly, girls, I - "

   Kathryn's thought was interrupted by the sound of Warren and Theo coming
down the hallway.

   "I still say we should go all out," Theo was saying.  "I mean, why stop
short of the - "

   "Dad and Kathryn said that we could do one or the other, but not both,"
Warren told him.

   "Why does Kathryn even - "

   Theo was stopped by his brother hushing him as they spotted Kathryn and
the girls.  The sight of their undergarment-clad stepsisters brought the
familiar smirk to the boys' faces.

   "Morning, girls," said Warren with a broad grin, Theo nodding beside
him.

   As usual, the boys hardly bothered to conceal their ogling of Emily and
Missy's slim, athletic, ultra-fit bodies, minimally covered by the girls'
bras and panties.

   "Good morning," said Missy, after her mother nudged her.  Emily nodded
to the boys solemnly.

   "What, no hugs for your dear brothers?" asked Warren mischievously,
holding out his arms.

   Emily and Missy scowled, which turned into a cringe when they heard
their mother clearing her throat.

   "Girls, let's not be rude.  Why don't you give your brothers a nice
hug?"

   "Like this?" said Emily, her voice rising, as she gestured toward her
and her sister's barely-clad bodies.

   "We're family now," Kathryn said again.  "Let's try to act like one."

   She leaned in toward her daughters to add, in a lower voice, "Girls, may
I remind you again, the boys are the ones who will be tying you up.  It
might be a good idea for you to at least try to get on their good side."

   "Do they even have a good side?" muttered Missy.

   "Well, one way to find out might be to stop making remarks like that,"
said Kathryn.  "Now, come on, try to be friendly."

   Emily and Missy exchanged looks, and then sighed in defeat.

   The smug grin on Warren's face only grew as Emily reluctantly wrapped
her arms around him.  Theo's reaction mirrored his brother's as Missy
hugged him, all the while grinding her teeth.  Both girls let out a small
gasp as their stepbrothers pulled them in tightly, pressing their bodies
together.

   For a moment, as Missy felt Theo's powerfully muscled body against hers,
she reflected on how the boys were, if anything, even more athletic than
Emily and Missy.  She silently pondered if she could ever have appreciated
a hug from the handsome boys under different circumstances.  When she felt
Theo's hands begin to wander over her body, and heard him breathe, "Nice,
very nice," Missy decided it was unlikely.

   "I'm looking forward to tying you up again later," Warren whispered into
Emily's ear as he ran his hand down her smooth back.

   Emily could feel everything in her clenching up as Warren's hand slid
over her panty-clad bottom, giving it an appreciative squeeze.  She barely
managed to suppress a yelp when Warren's fingers expertly pinched the tight
flesh of her rear.

   Missy was faring no better.  It felt like Theo was trying to crush her
breasts up against his chest, and worse, the boy took the moment to press
his lips against Missy's.  Her muffled protests seemed to garner no
reaction other than an amused chuckle from Theo.

   To both girls' dismay, their mother said nothing, even though she could
plainly see what the boys were up to.  Emily cringed, knowing that Warren
and Theo would only take this as encouragement to go even farther the next
time.

   "All right, I think that's enough," Kathryn finally spoke up, far too
soon for the boys' liking and not nearly soon enough for the girls'. 
"Warren, Theo, your father is waiting for you in the kitchen."

   "Aw, c'mon," said Warren, not relaxing his grip on Emily, "do we really
- "

   "Let's go, boys," said Kathryn, nudging first Theo and then Warren to
let go of the girls.  "Come on, shoo."

   The boys gave Emily and Missy another good look before they reluctantly
started toward the kitchen.

   "Shoo, shoo, shoo," Kathryn kept saying, as she ushered the boys down
the hall.

   Emily and Missy watched them leave.

   "Can you believe that?" said Emily with barely contained rage as soon as
they were out of earshot.

   "He kissed me," said Missy, wiping her mouth in disgust.  "He kissed
me!"

   "Yes, I saw."

   "On the mouth!" said Missy redundantly.  "He kissed me on the mouth!"

   "Missy - "

   "He kissed me on the mouth!" Missy shuddered slightly as she added, "I
think I even got a little bit of his tongue."

   "I think we'd better get used to that." Emily shook her head in despair.
"Since Mom didn't do a thing about it, you can bet that from now on, Warren
and Theo will be looking for a lot more lip action from both of us, whether
we like it or not."

   "Oh, God," muttered Missy, nodding her head grimly.

   Emily sighed and winced as she rubbed her bottom.

   Missy wiped her mouth again, wrinkling her nose.  "And you know ..... 
Theo isn't even a good kisser."

   Emily rolled her eyes.

   "Well, Warren is definitely good at pinching," she said ruefully.

   "I have a feeling we're going to find out a lot about what the boys are,
and aren't, good at," muttered Missy.

   "Why didn't Mom do anything?" wondered Emily, looking at the floor.

   "I guess she doesn't like the idea of walking around in her underwear
any more than we do," said Missy solemnly.

   "Oh, come on," said Emily irritably.  "Mom was obviously making that up.
There's no way that Charles could have any right to make her go around the
house in - "

   "Listen, Sis," Missy broke in, glancing around to make sure nobody could
hear them.  "I still think that we should .....  "

   At that moment, Kathryn came back down the hallway.  As she approached
her daughters, she noticed them having a hurried, whispered conversation.
Missy seemed to be pressing Emily on something, while Emily kept shaking
her head and saying no.  When Missy spotted her mother, she immediately
fell silent, and Emily a moment later.

   "Are you girls okay?" asked Kathryn.  "Look, I understand how ..... 
difficult .....  that must have been, girls, please believe me.  But I
really think it's for the best that we all try to get along, and .....  try
to get used to each other."

   Emily and Missy exchanged looks.

   "We'll do our best, Mom," said Missy with a heavy sigh.  Emily nodded.

   "Come on," Kathryn smiled at her daughters.  "Your breakfast, such as it
is, is waiting."

   As Emily, Missy, and their mother approached the kitchen, they could
hear Warren and Theo talking to their father inside.

   "What about my other idea, Dad?" Theo was asking.

   "We'll see," said Charles.  "I'd have to talk that over with Kathryn
first before I give you an answer."

   He paused thoughtfully.

   "In the meantime, boys .....  I really think that what we've talked
about here will be good for the girls."

   Emily and Missy exchanged quizzical looks.  What was going on?

   "I would note that in order for it to be practical," Charles continued,
"you boys will need to be able to tell Emily and Missy apart from each
other.  You certainly don't want to make the mistake of getting the wrong
girl.  Now, I realize it might be difficult - "

   "Not really, Dad," said Warren.  "There are a few little differences in
the way Emily and Missy dress, talk, and act.  If you've known them for a
while, you can, kind of, tell the girls apart."

   "And besides, Missy usually makes it easy, anyway," added Theo. 
"Emily's hair is still brown, but more often than not, Missy dyes her hair
reddish-brown so that people won't confuse her for her sister."

   "Yes, I've noticed that," said Charles.  "Very well, then .....  Before
you tie them up again .....  Warren, I want you to give Missy a good, hard
spanking."

   Missy immediately froze.  Emily swallowed hard, knowing what was coming
next.

   "Got it, Dad." The girls didn't need to see Warren to know he was
grinning from ear to ear.

   "Theo, I want you to do the same for Emily."

   "With pleasure," said Theo.

   "Careful, he means that," Missy murmured to Emily softly.

   "I want you boys to spank the girls properly," continued Charles.  "You
know what that means, bright red bottoms with bright red faces.  I want
tears, and plenty of them.  I don't want either Emily or Missy to be
sitting down comfortably for a good long while."

   "You can count on us, Dad."

   "I hope I can.  I shouldn't have to tell you boys that spanking rights
are something that we take very seriously in this family."

   "Sp-Spanking rights?" whispered Emily.  "He can't give them the right to
- "

   "Hush," said Missy urgently, straining to hear what Charles was saying.

   " .....  Yes, indeed, I hope you boys do understand.  If I am to even
consider letting you boys take on the roles of being Emily and Missy's
disciplinarians from now on, then you really - "

   "F-From now on?" whispered Missy.  "He can't let them be our - "

   "Hush," said Emily urgently, straining to hear what Charles was saying.

   A moment later, though, both girls wished that they hadn't heard what he
was saying next.

   "Now, listen, boys.  If you feel it's best, you can let Emily and Missy
keep their panties on for their spankings.  However, I personally believe
that it will be far more beneficial for the girls if you spank them on
their bare behinds.  I would urge you not to be overly concerned with Emily
and Missy's modesty."

   "Uh, no sweat, Dad, we will handle the girls," said Warren, as his
brother nodded enthusiastically.

   "As a matter of fact .....  Dad, can I take Emily's bra off, too?" asked
Theo eagerly.

   "If you think that will help," said his father.  "Hmmm, yes, I think it
will .....  I think it will do Emily and Missy good to receive their
spankings completely in the nude .....  Very well, boys, take both of the
girls' bras off along with their panties .....

   Now, this is up to you, fellas, but I recommend that you gag Emily and
Missy beforehand.  They're good girls, of course, but I strongly suspect
that all of this is going to make them say some very unladylike things."

   Charles chuckled.

   "There's even a fair chance that Emily and Missy will try to say that
since you're spanking them, they should be able to spank you, too.  Of
course, boys, it should go without saying that that's an absurd notion. 
Spanking rights in this family apply from male to female only, never in
reverse.  That is as it always should be.  Under no circumstances are Emily
and Missy allowed to spank you boys.  I advise you to gag the girls tightly
so you won't have to listen to such nonsense.

   You might also consider tying Emily and Missy's hands behind their backs
before the spankings.  After all, you wouldn't want them to try covering up
.....  well, anything, really.

   One more thing, boys.  I'm sure that Emily and Missy are going to need
some comforting after their spankings are over.  Don't let the fact that
the girls are naked stop you from hugging them."

   " .....  I don't think we'll have a problem with that, Dad," said
Warren.

   "Nope," said Theo.

   "You'll find some lotion in the bathroom cabinets," added Charles.  "It
would be a good idea, I think, for you boys to rub it into Emily and
Missy's bottoms.  I'm sure the girls will appreciate that."

   " .....  We definitely won't have a problem with that, Dad," said Theo.

   "Nope," said Warren.

   "Very good," said Charles approvingly.

   "Uh, Dad," said Theo lightly, "If we do a good job of this .....  "

   "You'll consider giving us spanking rights over Emily and Missy?" asked
Warren.  "You might make us their disciplinarians?"

   "Let's take it one step at a time, boys," said their father.  "We'll see
how this goes.  And before I can even think about considering that, I would
have to talk it over with Kathryn thoroughly."

   "But - "

   "I already told you boys, when Kathryn and I got married, we agreed to
share the responsibility for disciplining Emily and Missy.

   Kathryn was willing to allow me to take charge of all other discipline
in the family, although I will still very much want to hear her thoughts on
such matters before I make my decisions.  However, she insisted that she
must be a part of any such decision for the girls.  I promised her, and I
intend to make good on that promise."

   "Okay," said Warren quietly.

   "Well," said Theo, "after we're done spanking Emily and Missy .....  Do
we really have to give them back their underwear?"

   There was a long pause.

   "I am somewhat uneasy about the idea of suspending the girls' clothing
privileges entirely," said Charles slowly.  "And that is certainly
something I would have to ask for Kathryn's view on first.  But I'll tell
you what, we can try this, just for the time being .....

   For the remainder of this week, if you boys feel it will benefit the
girls for you to do this, you may remove Emily and Missy's bras and
panties. If they protest, which they undoubtedly will, you should spank
them."

   Kathryn didn't need to hear Warren and Theo clapping hands in the air to
know that both boys were ecstatic about everything that their father had
said to them in the kitchen.  She let out a small sigh and folded her arms
as she turned to face her daughters - whose reactions to that conversation,
she was not particularly surprised to find, were far less jubilant than
those of their stepbrothers.

   Emily and Missy were both wide-eyed and open-mouthed.  The girls
wouldn't have thought that anything in their new blended family could
render them speechless anymore .....  They were wrong.

   "Emily," said Kathryn softly.  "Missy.  Sweethearts, you both know that
sometimes, it just isn't easy being a girl."

   "As for your mother," they then heard Charles continue, "I'm afraid that
I'm going to have to ground Kathryn, too.  Now, she won't be bound and
gagged like Emily and Missy, but she will be confined to the house except
for work or other necessities.  After breakfast, while you boys are taking
your sisters up to their bedroom, I will take Kathryn to ours and spank her
myself.  Also, starting tonight, your mother's clothing privileges will be
revoked, too."

   Emily and Missy stared at Kathryn in shock.  To the girls' disbelief,
the expression on their mother's face had not changed, not even a little
bit.

   "You see what I mean?" said Kathryn.



   4.  Blackmail Blues

   "This plan of yours had better work, Audrey."

   "It will.  Don't worry, Stacy.  As soon as Brice sees the pictures we
have, he'll do anything to keep his little girlfriend from getting a look
at them."

   Stacy began pacing around the small locker room, adjacent to their
school's athletic field, where she and her friends, Audrey and Violet, had
been waiting for the past forty minutes.  Audrey was still poring over the
pictures on her phone, while Violet was gazing blankly out the only window
in the locker room.

   "What could be taking him so long?" wondered Stacy.

   "He's doing this on purpose," said Audrey disdainfully.  "Brice is
taking his time getting here.  It's a power trip with him.  He wants to
make us sweat."

   "I just want this to be over with," said Stacy heavily.

   "I can wait," said Audrey, her lips curling into a smile.  "I'm going to
enjoy seeing the shock and horror on old Brice's face when he sees these
pictures.  We'll have him on his hands and knees, begging us for mercy
..... "

   "Um, yeah," said Stacy, trying to refrain from rolling her eyes.  "Well,
personally, I'll be happy to - "

   "Uh, girls .....  "

   Violet turned away from the window and walked over to her friends.  The
cute, bespectacled girl wore an expression of fear and anxiety that Stacy
thought presented a striking contrast with the smug confidence radiating
from Audrey.

   "I still think we should take off our clothes before Brice gets here,"
said Violet nervously.  "You know how he gets when we don't do as he tells
us."

   All three girls were still wearing their school uniforms, which Violet
had been stressing over the entire time they had been waiting.

   "Will you relax, Vi?" said Audrey, giving her friend a pitying look. 
"Trust me, inside of a minute after he gets here, Brice will be swearing on
his mother's grave to never bother us again."

   "But - "

   "Violet, if you really want to strip that badly, be my guest," said
Stacy.

   "No," said Audrey sharply.  "It's important for us to present a united
front here.  We need to all be fully clothed when Brice arrives.  If he
sees any of us undressed, even a little, he'll smell weakness, like blood
in the water to a shark."

   "I'm just saying that I don't think it's a good idea to antagonize him,"
persisted Violet.  "Maybe if we ......  Maybe if we let him .....  see us
.....  just one more time, it'll make him more willing to - "

   "Let me tell you something, Violet," interrupted Stacy, her eyes
blazing. "Hell will freeze over before I undress for that creep any more
than I - "

   Stacy was then herself interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps
approaching the locker room door.  Violet gulped, Stacy tensed up, and
Audrey folded her arms, her lips curling in satisfaction.

   The door opened, and in walked their nemesis, Brice.  The senior always
looked a fair bit older than his 18 years, and carried himself with a
smooth grace that belied what some might view as a bulky, even clumsy,
over-muscled build.  As usual, he towered over the three girls, instilling
a sense of terror in Violet, while Stacy glared at him defiantly.  For her
part, Audrey simply smiled.

   "Well, now, what's this?" asked Brice, gazing casually at the girls. 
"Was I somehow unclear when I told you girls to be naked when I got here?"

   Brice smiled, smacking his large hands together.

   "It looks like I'll have to give you girls another 'lesson' .....  I
guess your cute little butts just aren't sore enough from the last
spankings I gave you."

   "Oh, I don't think you're going to be spanking us anymore, Brice," said
Audrey, gazing levelly at the boy she had come to think of as her mortal
enemy.  "In fact, I don't think you'll be doing anything to us from now
on."

   "Is that so?" Brice gave Audrey an amused look.  "Are you sure you mean
'think,' Audrey?  I know that's hard for you, being a girl and all."

   The remark set Audrey fuming, even though she knew Brice was only saying
it to get under her skin.

   "Look," said Brice.  "Lucky for you girls, I'm in a generous mood today.
I'll tell you what.  You three get undressed right now, and I'll let you
off with a light spanking.  Well, light for me, anyway."

   "We are not going to strip for you anymore," said Stacy fiercely.

   "And why not?" inquired Brice.  "Have you decided that you'd rather let
me show the entire world all those lovely photos I have of you girls?  I'll
bet there are millions of guys on the Internet who'd just love to see
them."

   "Before you make any more threats, Brice, you might want to take a look
at what we've got," said Audrey, holding up her phone.  She smirked as she
tapped the screen, bringing up one picture after another from this same
locker room the previous week .....

   Brice stared at the screen.  The pictures were unquestionably of him,
surrounded by the naked Audrey, Stacy, and Violet, as he groped and kissed
each of the girls with reckless abandon.

   "How did you get those?" Brice managed to say after at least a minute of
dead silence.

   "It wasn't that hard," said Audrey with a self-satisfied smile.

   "You're a typical guy, Brice." Stacy rolled her eyes.  "Making out with
naked girls - the girls' lack of consent not being an issue for somebody
like you, of course - you don't pay much attention to anything else.  It
was actually kind of easy to sneak our phones out of our discarded clothes
and snap a few shots here and there while you were .....  distracted .....
"

   "What are you up to?" demanded Brice, glaring at the three girls with as
much venom in his eyes as in his voice.  "What's your game here?"

   "We're offering you a simple deal," said Audrey.  "Better than you
deserve.  You don't show anybody the pics you have of us and we won't show
anyone these."

   Brice snorted.

   "What do I care if you show those to anyone?" he sneered.  "Those
pictures don't prove anything.  They just show me scoring with three hot
naked girls.  Hell, if those got out, the guys around here would probably
be high-fiving me."

   "Is that what you're expecting your girlfriend to do?" asked Audrey
coolly.

   Just as Audrey anticipated, her question instantly wiped the smirk off
of Brice's face.  For a moment, he simply stared at her, and then a
strange, unreadable expression came over his features.

   "What are you up to?" he asked again, this time in a very low tone. 
"Let's have it, Audrey."

   "We know Jody Wilder," said Stacy.  "She's been in our dance squad from
our first day in this school."

   "I have no idea what she sees in you, Brice," said Audrey, her face
contorting in disgust.  "But whatever it is, I doubt very much it's enough
to stop from her dumping you as soon as she sees pictures of you having a
good time with three naked girls."

   "So that's it, then?" said Brice after a long moment.  "You're
blackmailing me with the threat of getting Jody to break up with me?"

   "I prefer to think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement," replied
Audrey.  "We're sick of you forcing us to strip naked and play your little
games here.  You let us go, and nobody has to know any better."

   Brice was silent for another long moment .....  and then he let out a
laugh that sounded like a loud snort.

   "Well played, Audrey," he said, clapping his hands sarcastically.  "Very
clever.  But I'm afraid it's not going to work.  Now why don't you three be
good girls and start getting naked for me?"

   For the first time in days, Audrey looked stunned.

   "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded.  "You can't be
saying that you don't care if we show Jody these pictures!"

   "As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I'm saying."

   "You don't care if your girlfriend breaks up with you?" said Stacy, her
face contorting.

   "I've got news for you girls," said Brice coolly.  "Jody Wilder isn't so
much my girlfriend .....  as she is another girl who I've got pictures of
that she doesn't want people to see."

   For a long moment, there was only silence in the locker room.  The girls
stared at Brice in shock, while he smirked back at them.

   "Wait," said Audrey slowly, her eyes wide.  "Y-You mean .....  You've
been blackmailing Jody into being your girlfriend?"

   "'I prefer to think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement,'" Brice
chuckled.  "Jody is useful to me as arm candy whenever I go to a party, a
fancy dinner, or any other place where there are people to impress.  And, I
also get to have a little fun with her when we're alone.  In exchange, I
keep quiet about certain things that she'd rather not be made public."

   "My God," whispered Stacy, horrified.  "I wondered why a nice girl like
Jody would ever hook up with a sleazeball like you."

   "Now, is that a nice thing to say?" asked Brice with a grin.  He locked
eyes with Stacy, and then Audrey.  "Here's the bottom line, girls.  This
little scheme of yours, which I applaud you for, by the way, like I said it
was very clever, just totally blew up in your faces.

   Showing those pictures to Jody won't change a thing.  She already knows
what kind of a 'sleazeball' I am, because that's exactly what I've been
showing her for the past couple of years, at least.  And if she could, Jody
would break up with me in a second .....  She just can't break up with me,
that's all."

   Violet let out a whimper, the first sound she had made since Brice had
come in.  Audrey and Stacy could only stare at Brice with a mixture of
shock, fury, and helplessness in their eyes.  The girls had just lost big,
and they all knew it.

   Audrey was suddenly feeling extremely stupid.  Brice had been
blackmailing her and her friends for months.  It had never even occurred to
Audrey that he might have been doing the exact same thing to Jody.  She
gazed down at the pictures on her phone, which had seemed like the girls'
salvation only minutes earlier, now utterly useless.

   "Now, then," said Brice, his lips curling, "Since we've gotten all of
that unpleasantness out of the way .....  If you girls don't mind terribly,
I'd like to see all of you a little more naked, if you take my meaning."

   Audrey, Stacy, and Violet all exchanged looks of despair, and then, more
or less in unison, all three girls began to unbutton their blouses.

   "I'm sorry, girls," whispered Audrey, unable to look either Stacy or
Violet in the eyes.  "I really thought .....  "

   "We all thought," said Violet softly.  "Stacy and I wouldn't have gone
along with this if we didn't think ....."

   "Yeah," murmured Stacy.

   "Yes, yes, very touching," said Brice dismissively.  "Come on, girls,
chop chop.  Much as I wish I did, I ain't got all day."

   Violet was staring at her shoes while Audrey and Stacy glared hatefully
at Brice as all three pulled off their blouses and dropped them on the
floor, followed by their skirts.

   Brice smiled, admiring the three pretty teenagers' fit, well-toned,
nubile bodies, now clad in just their bras and panties.  Audrey visibly
reddened as Brice ogled the skimpy black lace she was wearing, another sign
of how confident she had been that she would never have to endure letting
Brice see her undressed again.

   Surprisingly, though, it was Violet who drew Brice's gaze the most. 
Although she was something of a bookworm, Violet's slender, shapely figure
was often thought by boys to be even more enticing than those of her two
dancer friends.  Brice had long since decided that he adored the curious
contrast of Violet's very cute, perpetually shy, glasses-bearing face
attached to such a hot body.

   Stacy bit her lip as she and her friends now performed the
all-too-familiar routine of slowly unhooking their bras and pulling them
off, exposing their firm breasts to Brice's leering eyes.  Violet let out a
small sob.

   "Always saving the best bit for last," chuckled Brice.  "All right,
let's have the panties, girls."

   If looks could kill, Brice would have been incinerated by Audrey and
Stacy's hate-filled eyes as they slid their panties down their long legs.
Violet seemed more interested in her shoes than anything else as she pulled
off her own panties.

   Unlike the rest of their clothing, the panties did not get dropped to
the floor.  Instead, the girls resentfully handed the garments to Brice.

   "Mercy," whispered Brice, holding up Audrey's tiny black lace panties.
"My, my, Audrey, but don't you have a fancy little ass."

   Audrey reddened.  Whether it was more out of rage or humiliation, she
wasn't sure.

   "More trophies for the collection," smirked Brice as he slid Audrey's
skimpy undergarment, along with the white cotton panties Stacy and Violet
had handed him, into his pocket.

   "You know, we spend more on underwear nowadays than we do on books,"
muttered Stacy.

   "It's supposed to be windy later," said Violet, looking inconsolably at
the girls' small uniform skirts lying on the floor, which they'd now have
to wear home with nothing on underneath.

   "You mean you girls didn't bring extra pairs of panties?" Brice raised
an eyebrow.  "I would've thought you'd learned by now.  Amateurs."

   "Now," Brice continued, "hands behind your heads, girls."

   Audrey and Stacy loudly sighed as they and Violet obeyed the expected
command.  Brice took his time as he walked around the three very beautiful
- and now very naked - girls, admiring the stunning display of deliciously
bare girlflesh before him.

   "Wrists," the girls heard Brice say as he stood close behind them.

   Violet froze as Audrey and Stacy exchanged looks.

   "We, um, didn't bring the 'supplies,'" said Stacy.

   "Another instruction you failed to follow," said Brice in a menacing
tone.

   "We kind of thought we wouldn't need to," said Audrey bitterly.

   "Well, I guess I'll just have to find alternatives, then," said Brice.

   "No!" Violet suddenly burst out, taking everyone by surprise.

   "Y-You don't have to do that," said Violet, trying to control her
trembling voice and body.  "I brought enough for all of us."

   Violet hurriedly picked up her backpack and opened it, showing the
contents to Brice.

   "So you did," said Brice, sounding slightly astonished.  He reached into
the bag and pulled out a wad of white cords and cloth.  "It looks like
there's enough here to tie and gag a dozen girls."

   "I just didn't want to take any chances," murmured Violet, unable to
meet Audrey and Stacy's surprised looks.  She looked at Brice with pleading
eyes.  "Please don't hurt us, Brice.  We .....  We just wanted out, that's
all.  We were desperate.  Surely, you can understand that."

   Brice gazed back at Violet for a long moment.

   "Yes, I can," he said calmly.  "I'm sure I'd have done the same thing in
your place.  But that doesn't change anything.  I'm still going to have to
punish you girls for what you did today."

   Violet lowered her eyes.  Brice had more or less said just what she
expected him to say, so she was neither surprised nor disappointed.

   "Wrists, Violet," said Brice, holding up a length of cord.

   The girl reluctantly turned around and crossed her wrists behind her
back, wincing as Brice tied them tightly with the cord.  He repeated the
process with Stacy's hands, and then Audrey's.

   "Now, Audrey," said Brice in a sing-song voice, "be a good girl and open
wide .....  "

   Audrey glared at Brice, but still opened her mouth, cringing as he
gagged her tightly with a white cloth.  Stacy accepted her gag somewhat
stoically, but when Brice came to Violet, she sobbed a little, knowing what
was coming.

   When Violet obeyed the command to open her mouth, Brice pulled her close
to him and pressed his lips deeply into hers in a dizzying kiss.  Violet
whimpered, but could do nothing but endure Brice's lewd attentions.  It was
only the beginning, all of the girls knew.

   "That was nice," breathed Brice, as he looked into Violet's pained eyes.
"You know, Violet, you're an awesome kisser, even better than Jody, and
believe me, that's saying something."

   "Th-Thank you," Violet managed to say through her anguish, just before
Brice picked up another of the white cloths and shoved it into her mouth.

   After tying off Violet's gag, Brice had the girls sit down on a locker
room bench.  He took more of the cords and tied them around Violet's upper
body, above and below her breasts, making them stand out even more, and
pinning her arms to her sides.  Brice then did the same to Stacy and
Audrey.

   As Brice tied yet more of the cords around the girls' legs, both at the
knees and ankles, Stacy tiredly wondered why he always seemed to feel the
need to wrap the girls up like parcels.  It wasn't as if the girls were
trying to physically resist him.  That was the whole point of the
blackmail, after all.

   Violet knew, however.  It had nothing to do with keeping the girls from
trying to resist, although the bonds were effective for that purpose, too.
She knew that it was all about making the girls feel helpless and
vulnerable, being tied up, gagged, and naked.  Brice took great pleasure in
making three beautiful girls feel that helplessness and vulnerability
before him, and the sense of power it gave him over them.

   Brice smiled at Violet as he tied her legs.  Sure, he lusted after the
gorgeous Audrey and Stacy as much as any other guy in the school, but the
one thing he could never quite resist was the lure of the super-cute and
defenseless Violet watching him tie her up with those big, innocent brown
eyes over a tight white gag .....  the gag itself being over her sexy body,
laid wonderfully bare to his sight.

   Audrey, Stacy, and Violet could only watch helplessly as Brice snapped a
few pictures of the three naked, gagged, and bound girls with his phone.

   "For my personal album," said Brice with a mischievous grin.  "I've got
quite a collection now, you know."

   Violet whimpered again as Brice sat down on the bench and pulled her
onto his lap.

   "Very nice," Brice whispered into Violet's ear as his hands explored her
body, taking liberties that the shy girl could scarcely have imagined ever
allowing any boy to.  After what seemed like (and probably was) the
hundredth time that he slid his hands over her breasts and down her back to
her bottom, Brice finally seemed satisfied.  He then turned Violet's
helpless body over his knee, and within seconds, the girl was sobbing
through her gag as Brice spanked her soundly.

   "Next time, hopefully, you'll think twice before going along with one of
Audrey's hair-brained schemes," Brice told Violet pointedly as he smacked
her fast-reddening bottom over and over.

   When the spanking was finally done, Brice sat Violet up on his lap,
smiling as she gasped a little at having to sit on her sore, crimson rump.

   "Now for my favorite part," said Brice, pulling the gag from Violet's
mouth, and letting it hang around her neck.

   "No, Brice, please," said Violet, shaking her head desperately, "Please
don't kiss me again .....  "

   "Oh, how I could not?" Brice breathed heavily.  He was gazing at
Violet's lips as if they were a chef's specialty dish.

   "Please," Violet managed to say, her eyes welling up as she struggled
weakly against both the cords binding her and Brice's powerful arms.  "I
don't want to be kissed by .....  I'm sorry, Brice, but I just don't want
to be kissed by you .....  "

   "Hush," Brice put a finger to her lips.

   "Why do you even want to kiss me, anyway?" asked Violet, tilting her
head and shrugging her shoulders slightly in confusion.

   "You're serious," said Brice in a tone of mild disbelief.  Violet's
question even made Audrey and Stacy roll their eyes incredulously.

   "Why?" repeated Violet, her face scrunching up.

   "You really don't understand, do you, Violet?" asked Brice in wonder. 
"You really don't know that you could have any guy in school that you
wanted, with just a nod of your pretty head."

   Violet looked at Brice quizzically.  Audrey, Stacy, and even Brice could
tell that she was wondering if he was just making fun of her.

   "Well, I hope that one day, you do come to understand," said Brice
softly.  "But for now  --.."

   Brice smiled as he started to lean in toward Violet.

   "No!" Violet shook her head again, trying futilely to pull her mouth
away from Brice's approaching lips.  "I told you, I don't want - "

   Violet's plea was cut off by Brice's hand clamping itself over her
mouth. She sobbed through his fingers as he whispered to her, "And I told
you I do .....  And Violet, you should know by now .....  Here, it is only
what I want that matters."

   Another muffled sob escaped from Violet's lips as she closed her eyes,
tears forming in them.  Brice simply shrugged.

   "Well, look at this way, Violet," said Brice.  "Maybe you should just
count your blessings.  There are more unpleasant ways .....  much more
unpleasant .....  that I could have you pleasure me with your mouth, you
know .....  Well, unpleasant for you, that is, they'd be great for me,
though .....  But, lucky for you, I'm willing to settle for this."

   Violet let out a familiar whimper as Brice fairly crushed his mouth into
hers.

   As Brice kissed Violet, he revelled in the feel of her shapely body
wiggling and writhing up against him.  Her efforts were obviously
completely futile - not only was he more than twice her size, but she was
also still tied up.  Despite that, she didn't seem able to resist the
instinct to struggle to escape from his lascivious attentions.

   As a tear ran down Violet's cheek, she let out a powerless moan at the
intrusion of Brice's seemingly insatiable lips and tongue into her mouth.
Brice thoroughly enjoyed the sweet taste of Violet's soft lips, taking a
not-at-all-subtle pleasure in Violet's obvious discomfort.

   "All good things must come to an end," Brice said with a regretful sigh
as he tied the gag back into the now thoroughly humiliated Violet's mouth.
He looked over at Audrey and Stacy, who had been watching in helpless
anguish as Brice was tormenting their friend.

   "Now," he said in a businesslike tone, "Who wants to be next?"

   About an hour or so later, Violet, now back in her school uniform (minus
her panties, of course), was quietly gathering up the few remaining cloths
and cords and putting them into her schoolbag.  Audrey was fastening the
last of the buttons on her blouse while Stacy zipped up her skirt, neither
girl saying a word.

   At that moment, nothing was so much on the minds of the three girls as
the color red .....  red marks left on their bodies by the cords they had
been tightly bound with, eyes and cheeks that were red from crying, and the
red, sore bottoms that all three were still nursing.

   "For the rest of the week, none of you girls will wear any underwear,"
Brice was telling them.  "No bras, no panties, not even under those cute
little school uniform skirts.  I'll be checking each of you on this every
morning .....  right before I give you a nice little spanking to start the
day.  Audrey, you will be getting a double spanking, of course, since you
were the, ahem, mastermind behind that silly scheme with the pictures.

   Oh, and listen, Stacy, I am going to be attending a very fancy ball on
Saturday night, and I'm afraid that Jody is a bit under the weather.  I'm
sure you wouldn't mind filling in for her?  I'll pick you up at your house
around 6 o'clock.  Wear something .....  barely legal would be nice."

   True to form, Violet continued to stare at her shoes while Audrey and
Stacy glared at Brice as he put his jacket on.

   "I'll be coming back here tomorrow afternoon, and I'll be expecting you
girls to be waiting here for me when I do," said Brice as he headed toward
the door.  Putting his hand on the door handle, he glanced back at Audrey,
Stacy, and Violet, smiling as he said, "Now, don't make me have to punish
you girls again.  After all, it hurts you so much more than it hurts me. 
So, please, girls, be good.  Be here tomorrow, and this time, be naked like
I asked, okay?"

   Brice gave each of the three girls a coy wink and then blew Violet a
kiss before heading out the door.