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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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