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Jenni's Story - 4
by Brian_r_98 (brian_r_98@yahoo.com)
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Jenni continues her sexual education with her
girlfriend and her stepdad. (Mff, ped, bi, spank)
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Chapter 4 – Controlled
Saturday morning when I woke up I felt better, but the
first active thought in my head was the very same image
I'd fallen asleep with – Jim's cock spurting ropy
strands of cum across my mother's face. I purposely
stayed in bed at least an hour more just to avoid
facing Mom and Jim.
When I made my way into the living room in my bathrobe
(and nothing on underneath it because I'd fallen asleep
again still naked), Mom was gushing over how glad she
was I was feeling better. I let her hug me and
pretended to still be sleepy so I wouldn't have to look
her in the face. I don't know what I expected, that the
cum would still be there? Jim gave me a knowing smile
but didn't make a big deal out of it. He knew he could
get at me later, somehow.
After lunch, and it was almost lunchtime when I came
stumbling out, Jim announced he had a couple of errands
to run, and did Mom think I was well enough to go with
him, just for the fresh air?
Mom agreed that would be a great idea. I opened my
mouth to protest, not really wanting to be alone with
Jim, but with no idea how to object that would make
sense to Mom and not reveal why I really didn't want to
go... I tried to say I'd take too long because I had to
take a shower, but Jim said he'd wait...
When I made my way back to my room from the bathroom,
Jim was waiting in the hallway. I slowed, nervous,
clutching the towel a bit more snugly about me, unsure
what he'd do.
"Wear the skirt and underwear I put on your bed. You
pick whatever else you want to go with it."
I nodded, generally agreeable. After all, it didn't
sound ominous all by itself. When I saw the skirt I saw
that it was one I'd bought recently in anticipation of
the warmer weather of spring, so it still wasn't
objectionable. Beside it was one of the pair of thong
panties Jim had given me for Christmas. I picked a
light floral-pattern bra and a top and was dressed in
only a few minutes.
"Jim is waiting for you in the car, honey, go right on
out. Have a good time!" She kissed me on the cheek as I
went through the door.
Jim had the car running already. When I got in the
front seat next to him I sat as close as possible to
the door. We hadn't driven three blocks when Jim asked
me if I was wearing the panties. I nodded.
"Show me. Lift your skirt in front and hold it up."
I hesitated. This was different than at home. We had
privacy there. It didn't matter that my waist was well
below the level of the window, people could look in!
When I didn't obey immediately, Jim pulled into the
parking lot of a closed business and began to unbuckle
his belt. My hands flew to the hem of my skirt and
pulled it up almost as high as my boobs. I didn't want
any more of his belt spankings.
"You hesitated. I'll punish you later for that. Now
lift yourself up so your ass is directly on the car
seat. Keep holding your skirt up until I tell you to
put it down."
I lifted up and used one hand to pull and tug the skirt
from under my butt. Maybe this wasn't so bad after
all...
When we pulled into the parking lot of our usual
grocery store, my anxiety level went up. I saw a couple
of neighbors from down the street that we knew and a
few kids I knew from school with their parents.
Jim turned to me. "Put your skirt down in front and
pull your panties off. You'll be leaving them in the
car when we go in."
I have to admit. Jim was very, very good at the
unexpected. Do you know the difference between
'hesitant' and 'hesitated'? I felt the first but didn't
dare do the second... My panties were off in a flash
and on the floor. With a smile, Jim picked them up and
stuffed them, scrunched in a ball, on the dashboard.
I'm certain my face turned a distinct shade of red.
We walked into the store with me hanging on to the
edges of my skirt, trying to make it look like I was
just a silly schoolgirl holding her skirt rather
someone fearful of flashing pussy and ass for all to
see.
We weren't two aisles into a short shopping list when
who should we run into but Jessica and her mom. When
she spotted me she ran up and threw her arms around me,
hugging me hard.
"Where were you on Friday? Were you sick? I missed
you!"
I gave her a squeeze back. "Yea, I had this 24-hour
thing and I even threw up. I woke up this morning
feeling fine. I'm sure I'll be in school on Monday."
I know I lost part of Jessica's chatter about all the
social gossip from Friday. I was so aware I was
standing in a grocery store without panties that I
wasn't paying attention. Her face showed it. I knew
she'd be asking me later why I spaced out on her.
We said goodbye, a funny look still on Jessica's face,
and Jim and I finished shopping. My worry about what
Jessica would say made me forget I was without panties
for a while, but I was quickly reminded by the breeze I
felt when we stepped out of the store.
Jim drove us across town, my skirt once more hiked up
in front and the seat fabric against my ass, and my
panties still on the dashboard. He parked in a public
lot in the middle of a somewhat run-down commercial
area and turned to me.
"Take off your skirt and hand it to me. Stay in the car
until I get back." He took the panties from the
dashboard and put them in his pocket. I unbuttoned the
waist of the skirt and unzipped it, working it down
past my hips. I had to hunch up in the seat after I'd
earlier bunched it above my butt. When I finished
pulling it down my legs Jim took the skirt and put it
in a bag. He didn't put it in the trunk, instead seemed
to take it with him. I didn't see where he went.
I'd never been so scared in my life. Here I was,
sitting half naked in a car in a public lot, nothing to
cover myself with, no way to call home, no way to call
the police or ask for help without exposing my naked
pussy and ass to the whole world. I think I began
sweating.
I lost track of time. Every person who came into the
parking lot I followed with my eyes and the mirrors. I
could easily see out the two side mirrors and also
reached up and adjusted the rearview mirror so I could
see as much of the lot as possible. Anyone who came
anywhere close to the car I followed even more closely.
Funny, but I think people don't expect to see anyone in
a parked car. Most people didn't notice I was there.
The few who did were somewhat startled to see me there,
looking out the window at them. It was as if they felt
guilty for having "invaded my space" by just looking at
me.
I was still watching someone like that when Jim
startled me. He unlocked the door on the driver's side
and handed me the bag with my skirt. He put another bag
on the back seat. As I pulled my skirt back up he
tossed my panties back onto the dashboard and climbed
in. As he started the car I finally dared to speak.
"Are we going home now?"
"No, not yet. We have one other place to stop."
The slight smile, almost a smirk, left me with a
sinking feeling. As we drove into an older part of town
I found myself in unfamiliar territory – we never came
over here... Jim pulled into a the parking lot of a
city park, an older one next to a forested area along
the small river that ran through this section of town.
As Jim shut off the car he motioned me to get out of
the car. He pulled the bag from the back seat as he
climbed out himself. I stood next to the car, not
knowing what to do and, again, more than a little
scared for Jim's tendency to do the unexpected.
He walked around the car to me and handed me my
underwear. "Put these on." Did he mean right here,
right now? Jim apparently took my stunned expression as
'hesitating'. His reaching for his belt buckle spurred
me to action. In a flash I was bending over and fitting
my feet through the leg holes, pulling them up and
flipping my skirt uncaringly to snug them up over my
hips.
"Too late, missy. That's twice you've hesitated when I
told you to do something. We're headed someplace a
little quieter for your punishment. Put your hands
behind your back."
As I reluctantly brought my arms back I saw him pull
something metallic from the bag, and the tell-tale
clicking sound confirmed my fear – my hands were now
handcuffed behind my back. I was about to open my mouth
in protest when his hands descended in front of my
face, an odd rubber ball suspended in the middle of a
leather strap. Jim shoved the ball into my mouth and
tightened the straps around my head. I was now wearing
a ball gag.
Jim pushed me in the direction of a path that led off
into the woods. We walked for probably five minutes or
so before he directed me down a dirt trail that led
deeper into the thickening forest. I had to duck my
head and dip my shoulders to avoid the many branches
grown partway across the trail.
Suddenly the trail opened into a small clearing, an old
picnic shelter in the middle of it. Jim grasped my
upper arm and led me under the shelter. He opened the
handcuffs on one hand and pulled both arms in front and
reattached them. A metal clip attached a knotted end of
a rope to the short chain on the handcuffs. He tossed
the other end of the rope up over a rafter and pulled,
my arms extending above my head. I knew I was in
trouble.
Without a word Jim unbuttoned by skirt and unzipped it,
allowing it to fall to the ground at my feet. He
unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it off my shoulders,
exposing my bra and chest. He smiled when he saw that
my bra had a front clasp, his deft fingers undoing it
and the bra joined my blouse down over my arms.
I was wide-eyed with fear with my sudden nakedness. It
didn't matter than we were well-hidden in the woods,
that there was no one here but the two of us. We were
OUTSIDE and I was almost NAKED!
Jim laid down the bag from the back seat on the nearby
rickety picnic table. From the bag he retrieved a
couple of small, silvery objects. They looked a little
like some of the electrical items I'd seen in his spare
parts cabinet in the garage workshop. I had a bad
feeling.
Jim moved in front of me and lifted my chin to look me
straight in the eye. "You still haven't caught on.
Things have changed for you. I told you I expected you
to move, to act immediately when I told you to do
something. I told you that if you don't you'll be
punished. Twice today you've hesitated when I told you
to move. So, now you'll be punished. And I intend for
this to hurt...a lot.
The small, silvery objects turned out to be clamps, as
I discovered when Jim put one on my left nipple. A
small screw tightened the rubber-coated teeth until I
gasped – well, as best I could through a ball gag. In a
moment Jim had the other clamp on the right nipple, the
cold chain that connected them bouncing against my
naked body as he tightened that clamp, too.
I was breathing sharply through my nose as he lifted a
couple of small brass cylinders, with hooks on the top,
from the bag on the table. My eyes were wide as I shook
my head back and forth. Jim didn't seem to care about
my objections as he hung the cylinders from a hole in
the bottom of each clamp. I screamed into the ball gag
as the extra weight stretched my nipples. I tried to
dislodge them by twisting my body back and forth, but
all that did was make them swing wildly, putting
additional stress on my tortured nipples. I stood as
still as possible, panting heavily now, as I watched
Jim pull his belt from his pants.
"I told you this would hurt, didn't I? You'll love the
marks I'm going to leave on your cute little ass. Well,
I will at least. I don't think you'll enjoy them as
much. I'd ask if you're ready, but I suspect you
aren't, even if you think you are..."
Jim disappeared behind me, swishing the belt back and
forth in the air. He was right; I wasn't ready for the
impact of the first blow. It literally took my breath
away. I was probably in my fourth or fifth stroke, each
as painful as the first, before my breathing caught up
to my pain. By then breathing was what I did between
screams.
To this day I'm not sure exactly how many strokes with
the belt Jim gave me. He says it was no more than
twenty. I think it was at least thirty and more likely
forty... One of the things I remember was how my
nipples were yanked back and forth as my body lurched
with the blows on my butt.
It was over all of a sudden. My ass burned from my
upper thighs to above where my butt crack disappears
onto my back. Jim untied the rope from somewhere behind
me and I collapsed into his ready arms, my knees
incapable of supporting me. He propped me, leaning and
half-lying on the edge of the table. The first thing he
removed was the nipple clamps. As blood flowed back
into my tortured nubbins he removed the rope, undid one
side of the cuffs and removed my blouse and bra, then
reattached the cuffs with my hands behind me again.
My clothes went into the bag. Jim pulled on my upper
arm and steered me back toward the dirt trail we'd come
down. I was most of the way back to the paved trail
before I realized (remembered?) I was pretty much
naked... I began to drag on Jim, mumbling and screaming
into the ball gag, fearful that for all that we'd been
secluded out at the old picnic shelter, the car in the
parking lot was in plain view on a bright, sunny day!
Jim let go of my arm long enough to swat me on the ass,
reviving the residual pain. "Shall we stop here and I
pull out my belt again?"
Once again I was forced to give in to the reality of
how my life had spun out of control. I walked without
resisting, my face turning as red as my butt likely
was. We emerged from the trees into bright sunlight,
and I blinked several times to adjust my eyes.
We were halfway to our car when I realized there was
another car in the lot and a family with two small
children over at the playground area, farther away than
their car. I realized they probably couldn't see much,
and Jim was walking on the side toward them, but shame
burned bright regardless.
Jim stopped me at the car and took off the ball gag. He
opened the door for me but he didn't take the handcuffs
off. I stood looking at him for a moment, until he
smiled that smirky little grin. "What, did you want to
WALK home naked? Or would you prefer to ride?" In a
flash I was in the seat, Jim closing the door behind
me.
"We'll stop someplace just before home so you can get
fully dressed again. Did you have fun today?"
Now, how was I supposed to answer that? My first
inclination was to turn to him and yell... anything...
But I didn't. I sat and stared at my knees clenched
tightly together and said nothing. I was screamingly
aware of my nakedness as Jim backed the car out and
pulled up to the street. And, as luck would have it,
just as we pulled out we went past an older woman
walking her dog. Our eyes met as we went past and I
watched her lurch in surprise as she realized I was
naked. I turned red all over again.
The ride home was uneventful, surprisingly enough. I
tried sliding down into the seat but Jim made me sit up
straighter.
We did stop someplace a couple of blocks from home. In
the parking lot behind a closed, unoccupied business
Jim made me get out of the car before he removed my
handcuffs. He gave me my bra and blouse and skirt, but
dangled the thong panties from a fingertip as I
dressed.
"I'll give these to you after we pull into our
driveway. On the way home, I want you sitting with your
skirt up and your legs spread. You do have a pretty
pussy, you know..."
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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