Message-ID: <20516eli$9903130426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20516.txt> From: M Quayle <quayle_m@hotmail.com> Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 66: You Know Me (S&M Family fun, merry mixups) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: quayle_m@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <36E9BBA6.7B0D@hotmail.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. Many of Kathy’s adventures are based on reader suggestions. Join the free “Late for Dinner” mailing list: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/LateForDinner New chapters are also posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories & alt.sex.stories.moderated. Earlier chapters are on-line in the mailing list archive and at J. Wijnands’s site at http://www.xs4all.nl/~wijnands/bdsm/late/ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state (or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right now. I mean it!!!!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved Chapter 66: You Know Me Kathy skipped merrily up the school steps, but stopped short and let out a little “Eeep” when she saw her reflection in the glass front door. She had to blink twice before she recognized the pretty blonde girl that stared back at her. She was wearing a white pull-over sweater AND a plaid skirt that hung almost to her knees! She looked down and saw the image was wearing white sneakers and white socks that stopped below her kneecaps! Kathy dropped her books and quickly worked her skirt down to cover her naughtiness. What if the principal saw her like this? He’d bend her over his desk for sure! She looked around. She couldn’t belive it, a lot of girls were showing knees and others were wearing pants! And everyone was definitely overdressed. Something was definitely wrong! She was caught up in the rush of students in the main hall as soon as she stepped through the door. Stopping at her locker, she reached inside the neck of her sweater for the key and realized she was wearing a bra! A bra! Why would she ever put on such a horrible thing? What would her friends think? Kathy dumped her books and rushed to the rest room. Diving into a stall, she struggled to unhook the vile wire and white cotton harness that was strangling her small but budding breasts. What else could go wrong? Panties! She was wearing panties, but not for long. Ouch! That hurt she thought as she literally tore off the disgusting drawers and took a handful of pubic hair in the process. Pubic hair? She only waxed a week ago! This wasn’t right. “Hey, what are you doing here?” A boy’s voice boomed as Kathy emerged from the stall. “You’ve got the wrong rest room! This one’s for boys.” “Wrong rest room?” Kathy laughed. “A rest room’s a rest room.” “Bull. You’d better get out of here, Kathy, before Principal Krok sees you.” “Kathy’s in the boys’ room! Kathy’s in the boys’ room!” A second boy began to chant. Kathy quickly fled into the hall and stuffed the bra and panties into a trash can. That’s when she saw her beloved talking to Gina and two other cheerleaders. Her heart fluttered as she ran up, cupped Chisti’s lucious breasts from behind, and gave her a big hug. “Good morning, Sweetheart!” Kathy sang with joy. “Ugh!” Christi pulled away in horror. “Kathy, what’s wrong with you? That’s disgusting.” “Disgusting?” Kathy planted a big wet kiss on Christi’s startled lips. “Is that any way to greet your fiancee?” “Sweetheart? Fiancee? What are you talking about? You, you LESBO!” Christi shrieked and jumped behind the cheerleaders. “Keep her away from me, she’s turned lesbo!” “What’s going on here?” Principal Krok pushed his way through the crowd of students that was watching the scene unfold. “Oh, nothing, Mister Krok,” Kathy respectfully lifted her skirt with both hands. “We’re just --” “Young lady, stop that this instant and go to the office,” the principal sputtered. “Now!” “Stop what, Mister Krok?” Kathy was definitely puzzled. It took some doing but she finally got the long skirt up to her waist. “Put your skirt back where it belongs, young lady!” “Oh, I know I’m overdressed,” Kathy apologized. “I’ll take it off and hang it in my locker.” Kathy began sliding the red and black skirt down her slender hips. “Make her stop, Mister Krok! Please!” Christi hid her face in her hands. “She kissed me and grabbed me by my, my, my,” the beet red brunette trembled as she pointed timidly to her chest, “my ‘you know.’” The principal pulled Kathy’s skirt back up and ordered her to go to the office. “Christi,” he said gently, “why don’t you visit the school nurse.” “Yes, sir,” the blue-eyed beauty sobbed, “just keep that LESBO away from me.” Mister Krok marched Kathy into his office. “Just what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” “I was just saying good morning.” Kathy innocently reached for the steaming man’s crotch and tried to give it a soothing squeeze. The principal abruptly slapped her hand away. “What has gotten into you, Kathy? Are you on drugs?” “Drugs? Me?” Kathy was amazed at the question. “Principal Krok, you know me, I don’t do drugs. Why is everyone acting so crazy today? And why are all the girls showing their,” she blushed, “their knees?” “Their what? Oh, good grief, just sit down in the outer office and be quiet,” the principal pointed toward the door. “I’m calling your mother.” Kathy awoke in a cold sweat! Christi was sleeping soft as a kitten beside her. All was well in the little household, but why was she having such strange dreams? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>