Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter! 26
Part: 26
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie and Brenda's humilition continue at the hands of their 
tormentors.
Keywords: exhib, humil, nc,


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This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With
My Daughter!, Parts 2-25" which can be found at "Spunk’s Place" here: 

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Not With My Daughter!  Part 26
by Spunk N. Wagnels

"It is so nice of you boys to pick us up this early.  It’s not even
light out yet."  Marnie said, speaking for the two of them
flirtatiously to their husbands outside of customs.

They gave their husbands long hard kisses and hugs, almost to the
point of embarrassing them in front of the other passengers coming
out.  Barbara, uncharacteristically taking her left leg up and hooking
it around George’s back, drew some audible hoots from some of the
college boys as they filed out past them.  Roger and George were so
happy to see their wives that they were pretty much oblivious to the
smiles, stares, and elbow jabs that this rousing display of affection
was generating.

"Are you boys happy to see us, or are those pencils in your pockets?"
Marnie said teasingly in a Mae West imitation.

Looking a bit red faced, the two men took their brides of many years’
luggage, and got them out of the terminal before they acted out
anything more daring in public than they already had. 

When Roger and Marnie got in the door at home, Brenda was barely awake
in the front hall shuffling up to them like a zombie in her nightgown
and open robe.  "Hi Mom.  Have a nice time?"  Brenda said, giving her
mom a mechanical hug, eyes closed, barely missing a stride as she
proceeded on into the kitchen.

"Did you and your dad have any problems without me?"  Marnie asked,
following Brenda into the kitchen.

"We were fine Mom."  Brenda said sleepily.

"That’s good Sweetie, I’m going to wash the trip off me and I’ll see
you off to school."  Marnie said starting to make her way back to the
hall.

"Sure, whatever."  Brenda hummed.

Marnie met Roger in their room.  "Shower with me, Big Boy?"  She said
with her hands on the back of his neck.  With that, Roger picked her
up in his arms and carried her across the threshold of the bathroom
door.  They both quickly got their clothes off and groped each other
while the water warmed.

In the shower, they wasted no time in soaping up each other’s bodies,
concentrating their ministrations on the erogenous zones they had
mapped out on each other from two decades of making love.  Marnie
delighted in teasing Roger by bringing him to the point of reflexively
closing his eyes, weakened knees, and audible moaning, only to ease
off so that he could catch her up to the same edge that he was
teetering on.  Finally, Roger hugged Marnie from behind, placed his
cock between her soapy legs, and massaged her more than a handful
breasts, while Marnie reached up to bring his head forward to rest his
chin on her left shoulder.  As he sawed his cock in and out of the
crotch pocket her legs were making, Marnie squeezed her legs and
pulled harder on his head.  When it was clear to Roger that she was
about to cum, he pinched her nipples and pumped his cock as fast as he
could.  They both came in shuddering orgasms causing them to crumble
down to the floor in a huddled pile together laughing.

"What would it take to get you to skip work today?"  Marnie asked
after catching their breaths.

"A new job waiting for me, if we’re talking about today.  As great as
that idea sounds, I can’t miss the meeting at 10:30 or the job would
be toast."  Roger said regrettably.  "I sure would like to take a rain
check on the notion though."

Marnie put on a robe and went down stairs to make coffee and to see
Brenda off.

"You look nice today, Dear.  How’s school?"  Marnie asked.

"Fine." Brenda answered nonchalantly.

"And cheer leading practice?" 

"Okay, Mom.  Gotta go, there’s Ronnie.  Glad you’re back.  I left a
note for you by the phone."  Brenda said running out the door.

Then Roger came down.  Marnie handed him coffee in a commuter mug.
"Are you sure I can’t persuade you to play hooky?"  She said
seductively, as she slowly untied and opened her robe.  "This is how
I’m gonna stay all day thinking about you."

Roger groaned out loud.  "Oh god, you sure make it tough for me to
make us a living."  Roger said, acting pained to be having to go, then
he paused pensively.  "Let me see that again."  He said as he opened
her robe himself.  "Where are your tan lines?"

Marnie fought back a laugh.  "Oh that, we were given those tan through
swimsuits to wear.  See, they work, don’t they?"  She said holding the
robe open herself, posing one knee out in front, then the other, for
Roger’s further inspection.

"Humm, they really work, I’m going to have to get me a pair for
myself."  Roger said.

"Oh you adventurer you.  Can’t wait till you’re home."  Marnie said,
giving him a firm long wet kiss.

"Oh god, how am I going to concentrate at work today. . ."  He was
grumbling, as he headed out the door.

"Oh, it’s so nice to be home."  Marnie thought as she sat down for her
own cup of coffee.  "I wonder if Barb is up and about.  I’ll give her
a call."

Marnie went over to the phone and was about to dial Barbara’s number
when she noticed the folded piece of paper Brenda must have been
talking about.  The euphoria of the moment was dashed as she read the
note to call Walter Larcher right away.  "Oh great!  Just when I was
enjoying life again, that bastard has to surface."  She dreaded.  "If
I don’t call him, he’ll hunt me down, probably at a time that is not
too convenient for me.  Stay in control girl.  Call him and get it
over with."  Marnie surmised.

"Is this the number for Larcher?"

"Hey Missy, where have you been!?"

"You were there when Barb and I won the trip.  Oh, and nice to talk to
you too."  Marnie retorted sarcastically.

"Oh yeah, well, how was the trip?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah, tell me everything."  Larcher said, keeping Marnie on the phone
for ten to fifteen minutes.

". . . it was a charter flight again and I just got home a couple of
hours ago."  

"So, tell me again about the food."  Larcher said, furthering the
conversation.

"It was good."  Marnie proceeded cautiously.  "There was plenty of . .
."

"Yeah, plenty of what?"  Larcher said, standing in the doorway,
folding up his cell phone.

"My god Larcher.  You can’t barge into my home like that.  It not only
scared the shit out of me, it’s trespassing!"

"Trespassing, yes, yes.  Well, that is exactly why I’m here, you see.
I seems a couple of broads were casing my joint, and convinced the
super to let them in to see if I was okay, claiming to be relatives of
mine.  When I showed her some pictures of women from your hubby’s
party, bingo, that Sally broad and her friend were the trespassers.
They have some things of mine and I’d better get them back, or you’ll
all be sorry bitches.  Do I make myself clear."  Larcher said grabbing
Marnie’s arm and standing her up.

He leaned in and smelled her neck, enjoying the fragrance of the soap
from her shower.  Then he forced open her robe and shook hands with
her nipples, lifting them up and out, as if getting them out of the
way to take in the view of the rest of her body.  "You’ve been holding
out on me.  This nipple jewelry makes great handles, and this all over
tan.  I didn’t think you liked nude beaches as much as you obviously
do."

"Ouch!  Please let go."

"I think you owe me a customs duty.  That trip wouldn’t have happened
if it weren’t for me."

"How much were you thinking about?"  Marnie said, hoping that was the
direction he was going.

"Turn around.  Put your hands on the seat.  Now if you cooperate, I’ll
use something slippery, if you want it rough, then just take one
single finger off that seat and you’ll have it."  Larcher said as he
went through the cupboards looking for something oily.  "This old can
of Crisco will do nicely."

"Oh please not that.  It is years old.  I’ve been meaning to throw it
away."

"You’re saying don’t use any grease?"

"No, no, please go ahead."  Marnie said biting her lips fighting back
the tears.

He slathered up her pussy and rear, choosing to wipe the excess off
from his hands on her rear cheeks, and then her robe.  He pulled down
his pants and laid his dick on her crack, sawing it up and down to
finish the stiffening.  Then without ceremony, he put it at her rear
most chute and slowly forced it in.  Marnie’s head reared and turned
looking back in agony.  The pain was intense, but after a minute or
so, it began to subside to the point of being pleasurable.  She just
wished it was with someone else.  He pounded her rear entrance with
only one thing on his mind, cumming explosively in the tight tunnel.
When he had completed his business, the sat down to wipe his uncut
dick off with some napkins.

"Unh, unh, unhaa.  I didn’t say you could take a hand up yet."  He
threatened.

Marnie resigned herself to staying in the bent over position until he
was gone. "I’m going to give you one chance to get me back my stuff,
and it better be back by tonight.  I will be at my apartment today.
You or they had better be there with the stuff, or I’ll blow your
lives apart.  You got that?"

Marnie nodded fighting back tears.  "I can’t hear you?"  

"Yes!"

"Okay."  He said getting up.  "Humm, humm, humm, that’s got to best
the best ass in town."  He said and then was gone.

*****
At school, Brenda made it through first period without incident.
"Maybe this is over with.  I gave Vanessa what she asked for.  Oh,
that poor Ms. Lambert.  I feel so badly for her."  Brenda was thinking
right before the bell to the end of first period rang.  She proceeded
into the hall and walked toward her next class, when she was swung
around by a hand on her shoulder and pushed up against the wall.

"Well, well, looky here.  You got a set of balls on you?" Jill said
with her face uncomfortably close to Brenda’s.  "Why aren’t you
following directions today?  Hunh?"

"Ba, but Vanessa told me that it was just until you guys got Ms.
Lambert."

"Com’on."  Jill said as she and another girl roughly escorted Brenda
to the washroom.  They waited until the room was cleared.  "You seem
to forget, we’re the ones with the pictures of you making it with
Lambert."  Jill said, as she started unbuttoning Brenda’s blouse.
Then with a pocket knife she threatened to cut the front of Brenda’s
bra.

"No wait please.  I need this for practice this afternoon."

(Snip) went the front, then (snip)(snip) went the straps.  Then Jill
went under Brenda’s skirt and pulled down her panties.  "I don’t think
there will be a practice this afternoon.  From what I hear, Lambert
has called in sick today.  There.  That is more fitting a slut like
you."

"Buh, buh, but I can’t go around school like this today.  Look, you
can see right through the material.  I’ll be kicked out."

"Well, that’s not our problem now, is it."  Jill said, turning Brenda
toward the door with a pull and shove on the back of her shoulder.

Brenda, clutching her notebook to her chest with both arms looked both
ways down the hall.  She went up to her 2nd period  class, looked in
the window at the class already in session, and decided that she was
just going to leave school for the day, rather than go through another
day like the day before.  She got her things from her locker and
headed for the door.

"Ah humm!"  A hall monitor said to get her attention.  "Where do you
think you are going?"

"I’m sick.  I’ve got to go home."

"Let me see the note from the nurse."

"I haven’t seen her.  I know how I feel, and I’m not up to school
today."

"Well do you want to see the nurse or the principal?"  The monitor
said approaching Brenda to take her by the arm.

"The nurse will be fine."  Brenda said with restrained anger.

The tension between Brenda and the monitor was building as she tried
to shake her arm out of the monitor’s grasp a couple of times, causing
the monitor to take a firmer grip.  At the nurse’s office, Ms. Temple
looked up from her clipboard at the two coming into her office in a
minor struggle.  The monitor indicated that Brenda was trying to skip
school using illness as her excuse, then plopped Brenda down roughly
on an examining table.  "Easy. Easy." The nurse said to the monitor.
"I’ll take it from here."

Brenda was now sitting on an old vinyl covered table, the tissue
material pushed back, and her skirt flared out, so her bare butt was
squished out onto the non-absorbent material.  She didn’t dare take
her arms down from the notebook at her chest to adjust her seating, so
she could at least sit on her skirt.  

"So, what seems to be the problem?"  Ms. Temple asked.

"I’m not feeling very well."

"Well, let’s have a look see."  The nurse said, taking Brenda’s left
arm in hand to check her pulse.  "Humm," she muttered while counting
beats as she looked at her watch.  Then she saw that Brenda was
wearing no bra. "I’m going to have to hear inside your chest."  She
said, putting the stethoscope in her ears.  Brenda didn’t move her
notebook, so the nurse took her arm and took the notebook out of
Brenda’s hand and set it aside.  "Well, what have we here?"  She said
staring at Brenda’s large firm breasts.  "You have developed nicely.
It looks like you want the world to see that too."

"Look Ms. Temple, I really have got to get home.  I don’t feel well."

"Maybe an upset stomach?"  Ms. Temple suggested as she unbuttoned a
couple of buttons to get the stethoscope in.  "Maybe you bit off more
than you could chew coming to school dressed like that, and want to
take it all back by throwing it up at home."

"That is close to how I feel, only this isn’t how I came to school
today.  I was mugged for my underwear, and I just can’t go through the
day like this."

"Oh I see."  Ms. Temple said, lifting Brenda’s skirt for confirmation,
until Brenda forced it back down with her hands.  "For me to fully
believe you, you’ll have to give me the names of the perpetrators."

"I can’t do that.  They’ll just make my life a bigger living hell.
Besides, I only know one of their names and only her first name at
that."

"I don’t know how I’m going to be able to help you," nurse Temple
said, while continuing her examination, palpating around Brenda’s
neck, "it looks like you need a friend in authority right now."  She
said, as she unbuttoned Brenda’s shirt all the way, now palpating her
back as Brenda was bent forward.  "Why don’t you let me try to help
you?"  She suggested, now laying Brenda back in a prone position.
Nurse Temple began palpating her stomach.  "Does this hurt?"

"No."

"Good.  How about this?"

"No."

"Good."  Ms. Temple said.  "Have you ever been shown how to do a
breast self exam?"  she said, placing her hands on Brenda’s breasts
without waiting for an answer.  "Well, let me show you.  It could save
your life one day."  

Brenda tried to sit up,  "Ms. Temple, I . . ."

Nurse Temple pushed her back down.  "This is important for you to
know.  I suspect you won’t learn it in your classes.  Now, you do it
like this . . ."  Ms. Temple advised as she demonstrated how Brenda
should check her breasts periodically.

Brenda lay blushing and wishing this could be over with, because she
was juicing between her legs.  It was not over though, Ms. Temple
lifted her skirt and laid it up along her stomach and started to push
in around her lower abdomen.  "Does this hurt?"

"No."

"Good, probably not appendicitis then."  Ms. Temple then moved
Brenda’s legs apart.  "You know where the greatest number of nerve
endings on the body are?"  Brenda shook her head looking up at the
ceiling with dread.  "Well, here, here and here."  Ms. Temple said
stroking Brenda’s lips, her nipples, and then her clitoris.  Brenda’s
body was a sea of goose bumps, her nipples erect, and her pussy
flowing with juices.  "Which do you think has the greatest
concentration of these?  Shall we find out?"

In a flurry of decisiveness, Brenda closed her legs, sat up buttoning
her blouse, and stood up to leave.  "Am I going to get that permission
to leave now, or do I discuss this further with the principal?"
Brenda said sternly.

"Why don’t I write you this note for today.  You rest and see if you
aren’t feeling better tomorrow."

Brenda grabbed the finished note from Ms. Temple’s hand, marched out
of her office and down the hall to the front door.  She took a carbon
of the note and slapped it into the monitor’s hand, as she went to the
door.

"I hope you feel better tomorrow."  The monitor said somewhat
apologetically.

*****
"Sally?  I need to talk to you right away."  Marnie said on the phone
to her sister-in-law.

"So you heard."  Sally responded proudly.  "I’ll be right over."

In the ensuing time, Brenda walked in and ran upstairs to avoid any
conversation with her mother.

"Brenda?  Brenda?"  Marnie called out, finishing a conversation with
someone on the phone.

When she got upstairs, Brenda was in the shower.  She waited on
Brenda’s bed.  Brenda came in drying her hair.  "Oh, hi Mom."  

"What is this?  Why aren’t you in school?"

Brenda went to her dresser, picked up the note and handed it to her
mother.  "I’m gonna lie down now."

"Oh Dear, let me know if there is anything I can do for you."  Marnie
said feeling her daughter’s forehead. 

Moments later, Sally was at the door beaming.  Marnie led her in and
sat her down in the living room.  "Thank you for coming."  Marnie
said.

"Marn, I have some great news.  I know all about you and that wretched
man."

"You what?"

"Marn, Betty and I hired an investigator and found out where he lives.
We convinced his landlady to let us in to see if he was okay.  We
pretended we were related to him and hadn’t heard from him for some
time.  Well, we got a look inside his place, and you wouldn’t believe
it.  I got away with these.  They prove he is a weasel.  We’re going
to go back to get the rest of them too, so he won’t have anything to
hold over our heads."

"Oh Sally, he is not someone to mess with.  We have to return these
today.  Can you take me to his place?"

"Don’t you want to see what is on these first?"

"I suppose."  Marnie said, resigned to her curiosity.

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Happy New Year and thank you to all of you that wrote me your thoughts
and well wishes in 1998 for continuing this story.  I hope 1999
continues to entertain.  A special thanks to Scorpion and Hawaiian
Heat who encouraged and advised me the most; a special thanks to the
authors who have granted me permission to post my favorite stories of
theirs at "Spunk’s Place"; and to Rey del Sexo, administrator at
A.S.S.T.R., who encouraged me to archive at his site and has provided
me and other authors free web space to make our stories available to
you at no cost to either the authors or the readers.

Keep in mind the warning Kristen puts at the end of her stories about
separating fiction from reality, and to take the necessary precautions
in decisions and actions toward sex that will keep you and yours safe
and happy.

As always,
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