MEMORIAL DAY WAS NO PICNIC
by
Joe Doe
THE WOMEN'S CLUB CHOOSES AN UNWISE BUT HIGHLY SUCCESSFUL WAY
TO RAISE MONEY AT THE MEMORIAL DAY PICNIC.
Last year, the Young Men's Professional Association had raised
a small fortune at the Memorial Day picnic with a deceptively
simple gimmick. The town's most prominent and successful men
had stuck their heads through painted cutouts and let the
townspeople pay for the privilege of throwing Nerf balls and
water balloons at their heads.
This year, the Young Woman's Professional Association decided
that they could raise even more money than the men if they
purchased some large cutouts and set up their own booth. The
cutouts were arranged in a square, with a large tent covering
the center of the square and the exposed backsides of the women.
Of course, when the women volunteered, they had no idea just how
exposed their backsides would be. Once they were locked into
position, however, the Men's Association, armed with scissors,
raided the tent, and stripped the captive women butt naked.
To anyone walking past the booth, everything seemed normal.
Playful pranksters paid $5 for the chance to pelt the rather
distressed-looking women with three sponge balls and $4 to try
their luck with a water balloon.
But it was only after a gentleman paid $20 dollars to get INSIDE
the tent that he realized why the pretty young women looked so
distressed....
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Lisa didn't know for sure who was standing behind her, but, from
the smell of the cologne and the nature of the probing she was
receiving, she strongly suspected that it was Jake Little.
She had skillfully represented Jake's wife, Suzy, in a divorce
proceeding that had forced Jake to sell his house, his business,
and most of his assets. It wasn't Lisa’s fault that Jake's lawyer
was a feckless fool, but she still felt bad when her bitchy client
used her loyal and decent husband's family fortune run away with
the pool guy.
Jake had owned a chain of restaurants, but now he worked as a
busboy at a fish house he had once owned. Lisa still remembered
how embarrassed he looked when she had eaten there with her
friends, and how he had glared at her when she had thoughtlessly
jingled her glass to signal that she wanted more water.
Jake had to skip and jump at the restaurant that night, but he took
his time with Lisa's cavity search. He stroked her wet sex and
probed her tight nether passage with a cool, deliberate slowness
that contrasted sharply with the rage he felt towards the pretty
young attorney who had cost him everything.
At first, she was confused when she felt the large bulbous object
tickle the delicate opening of her rectum. It was too large to be
a finger, and she couldn't imagine what else Jake would want to
stick up THERE.
It was only when the pressure built and the large bulbous object
rudely began to push past her tight rear opening, that she realized
that she was about to have anal sex for the first time. She
winced as Jake slowly and methodically continued to work the head
past her tight rosebud. He had used a lot of lubricant, but that
didn’t make the experience any less humiliating for her.
But, even Lisa had to admit that, after what she had done to Jake,
a long, slow butt-fucking was appropriate.
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Just as Principal Linda Johnson was about to have her orgasm, the
playful fingers behind her stopped, and she clenched her fists in
helpless frustration. Tommy Kennedy smiled. He was in college
now, but, eight short years ago, Mrs. Johnson had been his 6th
grade teacher. When he had complained that the bigger kids stole
his lunch money and beat him up, she had callously remarked that
"even a little boy like you should be able to take a bit of
teasing." She had sent poor Tommy to the principal’s office
with a note that said, "Tommy doesn’t work and play well with
others."
Tommy smiled and began to softly, slowly stroke his former
teacher's exposed sex. Once again, he deliberately brought
her to the edge and left her hanging. He snickered as Linda
Johnson shook her cute little bottom and stomped her feet in
a pathetic, childish attempt to regain his attention.
Today Principal Johnson was going to find out just how bad
teasing could be.
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Although most of the customers in the tent that day were men,
there were a few exceptions. Nurse Betty spent a small fortune
to rent out the bottom of Dr. Cynthia Jennings for the afternoon.
The young and impatient Dr. Cynthia had been on Betty's case for
years, complaining that the "elderly" nurse wasted time "coddling"
the patients.
Nurse Betty didn't like to rush patients through painful or
difficult procedures just so Dr. Cynthia could pay off her Lexus
faster. The two women had been locked in a death struggle for
the past year, a struggle that Betty knew she would eventually
lose.
But not today. Nurse Betty gleefully took the enema bag out of
the cooler and dropped in a few extra ice cubes. Then she hung
the bag by a hook from a support at the apex of the tent,
suspending the bag a good 4 feet above Dr. Cynthia’s kneeling
form.
As an experienced nurse, Betty knew that you had be careful not
to hang the bag too high, or the rapid flooding of the patient's
bowels would cause cramping. But Dr. Cynthia had always insisted
that, in medicine, speed was of the essence, and today Betty
intended to test the good doctor's theory.
Nurse Betty playfully teased Cynthia’s sphincter with the pointy
enema nozzle, and she smiled as she watched the normally bellicose
physician's bottom hole shrink back and quiver in fright. Betty
started to grease the nozzle, but then thought better of it, as
she recalled her boss's questionable medical procedures.
Was it really necessary to let the janitor come in and change a
light bulb when Kathy Johnson had her feet in the stirrups?
Was it fair to force sophisticated professional women to have their
temperatures taken rectally because she didn't want to Betty to
"waste time" looking for the oral thermometers?
And did forcing her patients to run down the hallway to the
mammogram room stark naked really save that much time?
Betty decided that it would be better not to "coddle" Dr. Cynthia.
Without further ado, she slid the long plastic tube deep into the
doctor's rectum with a single thrust.
Dr. Cynthia's entire body went tense as the clamp was released and
the first powerful blast of cold water shot into her backside.
Cynthia tried to slow the flow by tightening up her bottom hole,
but that was futile, and she ended up submitting passively to the
freezing cold stream.
Betty smiled as she watched the doctor writhe as the cold water
rapidly flooded her innermost recesses. She didn't seem to be
in such a hurry when it was HER cute little ass that was on the
line.
Betty whistled happily as she opened her little black bag and
attached the extra long needle to the hypodermic syringe. She
had reviewed Dr. Cynthia's file the night before and noticed that
the good doctor was overdue for some of the vaccination shots she
so routinely prescribed to others. Betty also decided a few extra
vitamin shots might improve Cynthia's general health and overall
disposition.
Of course these shots were usually given in the arm, but, since
Dr. Cynthia's bare bottom was sticking straight up in the air,
Betty decided not to "waste time."
Dr. Cynthia's firm buttocks tightened as she felt the cold alcohol
being swabbed on the dead center of her left cheek, and she was
fearful that another horrible medical procedure was about to
happen. Indeed, she soon felt the needle stab directly into her
tight, muscular bottom. It was an agonizing place to give a
patient a shot, and Betty knew the doctor would be uncomfortable
for days to come.
And there were still nine more shots to go.
The nurse occasionally paused from turning her rival's bottom into
a pincushion long enough to look down at the tin bucket on the
ground. She had originally planned to release the doctor and let
her run to the bathroom with the inflated enema tube still in her
bottom, but decided that it would be a better lesson in humility
if she was forced to simply squat over the bucket and relieve
herself in the tent where everyone could watch.
A number of the men in the tent had wives and girlfriends who had
experienced Dr. Cynthia's "time saving" procedures, and even a few
of the men had suffered themselves. Watching her release the enema
would be highly entertaining.
(And they would also enjoy it whenever the proud physician had to
noisily pee into the galvanized pail.)
Of course, once the doctor was emptied, Betty could repeat the
enema procedure again...and again. Wash, rinse, repeat. Wash,
rinse, repeat.
The enema bag was empty by the time Betty finished the round of
shots. But she decided to allow Dr. Cynthia to enjoy her painful
stomach cramps while she herself had a leisurely lunch in the
beer garden.
Despite what Dr. Cynthia thought, there were some things in life
that just shouldn't be rushed.
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It had been a tough few months at boot camp, and Marine Corps
Sergeant Bo Daniels decided to relax by doing a little volunteer
work at the fair.
Sgt. Daniels was the toughest woman in the Corps, and she loved
whipping the new recruits into shape. Her specialty was sexual
humiliation. D.I. Daniels delighted in switching the shower water
to freezing while making humiliating references to the men's
"shriveled shrimps" and "tiny cocktail weenies." She loved
parading around in front of her men in skimpy running shorts and
a tight t-shirt, all the while screaming how worthless they all
were.
The men were locked on base the entire time, and Sgt. Daniels kept
a close watch in the showers, barracks, and toilets to make sure
that masturbation was a distant dream. When she found dirty
sheets or caught a recruit trying to relieve the built-up tension,
she would order the "pathetic excuse for a man" to "finish the
job" in front of everyone.
"Faster, you ugly monkey!" she would shout. "No wonder you can't
finish! I’m surprised you can even find that little thing!"
"It’s getting hard again! Do you ENJOY jerking off in front of
other men, you little faggot? Maybe when you're done I'll make
you suck everybody off!"
The taunts inevitably prevented the man from finishing, and
she would order push-ups for everyone. She would go home for
a satisfying evening with her vibrator, content in the knowledge
that no lowly male under her command would EVER obtain sexual
release.
Graduation had been that morning, which is how Sgt. Daniels found
herself buck naked with her luscious bottom high in the air.
Behind her now was a score of horny men who had just been released
from her evil clutches. The men had raced into town to get laid
and had gone to the picnic to kill time until the bars opened that
night.
Imagine their delight when the found their shapely sergeant naked
and ready for LOVE.
She would have been proud if she could have seen the scene behind
her. Although her men's pants were at half mast, each marine's
flag pole was fully erect and raised in a stiff, marine-like
salute. Slowly the men moved in closer to their target and
prepared to fire their weapons....
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Although he was a retired school principal, Mr. Nerdly abhorred
the idea of spanking children. He had never struck a child in
his life, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now.
Spanking their lazy, distracted, and recalcitrant mothers, however,
was another matter entirely.
Paula Proud winced as the paddle nailed her perfect backside yet
again. She never should have laughed in Nerdly’s face when he
complained about her bratty children vandalizing his new car.
WHAP!
Paula’s bottom erupted into flame again. It was bad enough to get
spanked like a naughty teenager, and it was even worse that she
was getting spanked on the bare. But why did he have to use that
damn paddle?
Paula decided to give her tormenter something to look at other
than her flaming backside. She closed her eyes, bit her lip,
and spread her legs as widely as she could.
There was a long pause as she waited for Mr. Nerdly to consider
the matter. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she felt Mr. Nerdly
enter her dripping wetness....
Like the other members of the Strip Search group, Mr. Nerdly
believed in cavity searches. But, in Paula’s case, he felt a
specialized instrument was called for.
When Nerdly finished with Paula he moved on to Rachel. As the
town’s leading flaky liberal, Rachel had spent the morning
gleefully burning flags and taunting uniformed men as "baby
killers" as they entered the picnic grounds.
Nerdly was strongly in favor of free speech, but he also believed
that people should show respect for one another. When he saw
Rachel burn a flag in front of a group of disabled vets at the
Memorial Day picnic, he vowed to take action.
Nerdly slowly rubbed the slender cane up and down against Rachel's
bare bottom, relishing her nervous anticipation of what was to
come. Her bottom cheeks clenched and unclenched as she felt him
teasingly measure out the strokes against her bare backside again
and again.
After leaving four neat horizontal lines on Rachel's shapely
bottom, Nerdly measured the next stroke across the backs of her
thighs. He knew the strokes would be plainly visible under her
short skirt, and he relished the image of Rachel rubbing her
bottom while the people she passed tittered knowingly at the
tell-tale marks on her legs.
Nerdly knew Rachel would never proudly fly the stars-and-stripes.
But, today at least, she would display her stripes.
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Natalie was proud of her charity work and had told her high school
seniors that they could earn extra credit by showing up at the
fair that weekend and stopping by her booth.
She never imagined that she would find herself naked and bent over
in front of a bunch of 18-year-old geeks wearing rubber gloves and
huge smiles. The nerds had paid only for a cavity search, but
they could lose their virginity for just a few dollars more --
about the price of a ticket to the next STAR TREK convention.
Natalie groaned as she felt the first finger work its way into her
wet snatch. She had planned on teaching her students an important
lesson in civics, but it appeared that today's subject was going
to be female anatomy.
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The women had mixed feelings when they met the week after the
picnic. They were still stiff, sore, and humiliated. But they
had raised more money in a few hours than all of the other
charities in town combined. And each woman was justifiably
proud of her important contribution to the community.
But none of them was looking forward to the Fourth of July
picnic....
Edited by C. Lakewood