Both Julie and her father were home, and
Lynn related her adventure to an awestruck audience. Then she reluctantly emptied herself out into the toilet and
dressed herself in some spare clothes of Julie’s. A few minutes later Martin drove her back to her own house,
where an inevitable confrontation with her parents awaited her.
Simon had already got home, and Lynn tried to avoid him as she went up to
her bedroom. He emerged from the
living room just as she was climbing the stairs, but fortunately did not seem in
the mood to talk. Lynn entered her
room and closed the door behind her and sat down on her bed to read.
A few minutes later, however, she was
surprised to hear a knock on the door. Surely
it was too soon for her mother to have got home?
“Come in,” she said.
It was her father who entered.
“Lynn,” he said, “we have to talk.”
Lynn gestured for him to sit down on her
bedside chair. “I agree,” she
said, though her pulse quickened in anxiety.
She wished her mother were here.
“I want you to know,” said Simon,
“that although you may think I’m overreacting, it’s only because I love
you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
He stared uncomfortably at his shoes as he said this, as if it was
difficult for him to make this admission.
And indeed he was being
uncharacteristically forthcoming about his feelings, which surprised Lynn.
She was not sure how to respond. “Well,
um, Dad, I love you too, and I appreciate your motives.
But I can’t change who I am, who I’ve become, and I would really like
it if you could appreciate that.”
Simon sighed. “Lynn, your mother was like you when she was your age, or
slightly older. And she got into
trouble for it, and paid for it. When
I met her she had just finished a twenty-eight day prison sentence for public
indecency.”
Lynn nodded. “Yes, she told me she had spent some time in prison.”
Simon’s jaw dropped, his intended
bombshell utterly defused. “She
told you?”
“Yes.
She didn’t tell me why, but she did say she’d done time.”
Simon scratched his chin thoughtfully.
“She used a sex toy in a crowded tube train.
Openly. In front of
everyone. Unfortunately for her,
one of those watching was an off-duty police officer.”
Lynn gasped. “Wow!” she exclaimed.
“I’d never have thought it of her!”
“Well precisely. But she did, and it has dogged her ever since.
She was turned down for every job she applied for, for several years
afterwards. The reason: she had a
criminal record. It hardly even
mattered what it was for – they just didn’t want someone with a record.”
“So why did you marry her, when you
knew what she was like?” inquired Lynn.
“Well, she was beautiful, and she was
very sweet-natured, and we really hit it off.
She was genuinely repentant for her crime, and I could see she had
learned her lesson.”
Lynn frowned. “Well, I think it’s a shame she gave up exhibiting
herself. I feel like she’s been
repressing her true self all these years.”
It was Simon’s turn to frown.
“Lynn,” he said, “it was not normal behaviour!
She came to her senses – she has not been ‘repressing’ anything –
she’s been conforming to the rules of polite society, as you
must.”
Lynn sighed in exasperation.
“But politeness sucks! What
happened to freedom of expression? Personally
I’d have given Mum a medal for what she did.
My respect for her has increased.”
Simon breathed deeply, struggling to
control his temper. Finally he
calmed down and said quietly, “Lynn, I was thinking all day of how I’d
overreacted last night and how I would try to make it up to you. But also I was thinking of how I would convince you that you
really must stop this obscene behaviour. This
is just a phase you’re going through. Maybe it’s a natural thing, a genetic thing perhaps, but
it’s a phase you must get over, as quickly as possible. Now I admit that I was wrong to come down so hard on you last
night, and I do not wish to ban you from seeing your friends, but I need some
kind of promise from you that you’ll behave yourself.”
Lynn was not unmoved by this plea, and
she was willing to compromise to some extent, but…
“Dad, I really appreciate the intelligent way you’re handling
this,” she said gently, taking his hand in hers.
“For your sake and Mum’s, I’ll try to be more careful and keep
myself out of trouble, but you really really
have to understand something: this is who I am – an exhibitionist.
It’s not a phase, and I’m not going to get over it.
I know you don’t like to think of me as a sexual being, but I am –
I’ve just had a breakthrough in my life and I’m very happy with the way
it’s going. I know this isn’t
what you want, but you’re not going to change the way I am just by punishing
me and shouting at me.”
“I know, and that’s why I’ve done
neither today,” Simon pointed out. “But
you’re going to have to face up to the fact that…”
At that moment they heard the front door
close.
“It’s Mum,” said Lynn, surprised.
“She’s early.”
“She is,” agreed Simon.
“But since she’s here, we might as well involve her in this
discussion.”
It was not long before Gina entered the
room. “Ah, here you are,” she
said.
Both Lynn and Simon stared at her in
disbelief. Gina’s blouse was
unbuttoned almost to the waist, and it was very obvious she was not wearing a
bra. Her skirt had ridden up so
that it was two or three inches shorter than it had been that morning.
“My God, Gina, what do you think you
look like?” demanded Simon.
“Simon honey,” said Gina, “we need
to have a little talk.”
“Damn right we do,” growled Simon,
and the two of them left Lynn’s room, closing the door behind them.
Moments later, Lynn heard their raised
voices but could not make out what they were saying. She decided to stay well out of it until they had come to
some kind of resolution. In the
meantime, she decided to go through her wardrobe and have a clearout.
She pulled out all of her pairs of jeans and threw them on to the floor,
then added two pairs of shorts to the pile.
Gathering them all up in her arms, she took them downstairs and outside,
and dumped them unceremoniously in the dustbin.
Returning to her room, she began taking
dresses and skirts out of her wardrobe and placing them in neat piles on her
bed. The garments in the middle
pile, she decided, were to be shortened until their hemlines were exactly on a
level with the base of her buttocks. On
the right-hand side was a pile of clothes that needed to be shortened to half an
inch above this level.
And on the left-hand side were the clothes she would reserve for
occasions when she needed to dress conservatively – these would be shortened
to about an inch below the level of
her buttocks. On to this last pile
she placed the lightest and loosest items – the skirts and dresses that were
guaranteed to fly up at the slightest breath of wind.
It was going to be a lot of work, she
knew, and she was rather inexperienced in the art of sewing, but she hoped that
she would get some help from Julie. And
perhaps her mother would help…
The phone rang, and Lynn picked up the
extension on her bedside table. She
could hear her parents still rowing in their room – they were not likely to
pick it up. “Hello?” she said.
“Hi
Lynn! It’s Julie.”
“Julie!
Hi! I miss you
sweetheart.”
“Me
too sweetie. Listen, I’ve been
talking to Dad about this apartment thing – he’s agreed to pay for it!”
Lynn sighed. “Oh Julie, that’s great, but it’s no good.
I tried to persuade my mum, and she’s being way cooler about this than
I could have imagined, but she won’t let me move in with you, especially in
such an awful part of the city.”
“Hmm,
that’s bad news. But surely you
can still come and stay with me sometimes?”
“Yeah, I’m sure I can swing that.”
“Then
perhaps you can come over here on Friday evening, and Dad can drive us to our
new apartment where we’ll spend a dirty weekend together.”
“That would be awesome!”
Lynn was thrilled at the prospect. “But
it may have to wait for another weekend – my Dad’s pretty wound up about the
issue of my exhibitionism right now.”
“Okay,
well we’re going there tonight to see the landlord, so we should have an
apartment by the weekend. If you
manage to swing a miracle with your parents, let me know.”
“I will,” promised Lynn.
“And well done for persuading your dad.
How did you manage that?”
“Ah
well, I kind of had to resort to a bit of blackmail. Nothing heavy, but I do rather have a hold over him these
days.”
“Yes, I guess you do.
Listen though, I have to run – it sounds like Mum and Dad have finished
their row.”
“Okay.
I’ll talk to you soon. Take
care sweetie.”
“You too, my love,” replied Lynn.
“Bye sweetheart.”
“Bye.”
Lynn sighed as she replaced the handset.
She was very much in love with Julie, and she so badly wanted to live
with her permanently. A weekend
away, however, would be wonderful. But
how would she convince her father to let her stay with Julie again so soon?
There was a knock at her door, and
Gina’s voice came through: “May I come in?”
“Of course, Mum,” said Lynn.
Gina entered, her blouse still
unbuttoned and her skirt riding as high as before.
Lynn took this as a good sign.
“How did it go?” she inquired.
Gina rolled her eyes and sat down on the
bed. Her blouse fell open slightly
so that Lynn could see her mother’s left breast, though she tried not to look
at it.
“Well,” Gina said, “I think I’ve
successfully convinced him that his ‘just a phase’ theory is dead in the
water. Basically sweetie…”
Here Gina hesitated, and then she turned and looked Lynn straight in the
eye with an impish grin on her face. “I
just had the best day!” she whispered conspiratorially.
“The best for a long time, anyway.
I guess I have you to thank … and to blame.”
“I kind of gathered you’d been
‘showing off’,” said Lynn. “Care
to tell me about it?”
“Mm, not really.” Gina shook her head. “Not
right now, anyway. We need to
discuss your father.”
Lynn nodded. “What did he say?”
“He blew his top, of course, but
he’s calmed down a lot now. He’s
finding it difficult to accept that I didn’t put all this behind me nineteen
years ago. But I told him that
I’ve just been bottling it up since then, and I’ve been feeling unfulfilled
for practically my entire adult life. That
surprised him, and he didn’t believe me at first – I’ve never said that to
him before you see. It’s true
though.” Gina stared out of the
window reflectively. “I just
didn’t realise it myself until last night.”
“So … what’s the outcome?” asked
Lynn.
Gina smiled sadly.
“He threatened to divorce me.”
Lynn’s jaw dropped.
“He did what?”
“He didn’t mean it,” added Gina.
“He was just lashing out, and I told him so.
He’s dreadfully confused, poor man – he’s still rather Victorian in
his outlook, and all this is really alien to him.
Anyway, I told him that just because I’m an exhibitionist doesn’t
change who I am – I’m still the same woman he’s been married to for
eighteen years, and I still love him.” She
sighed. “He really does try to be
a good husband and father. He
didn’t have a happy childhood, and he’s always tried to be good to both of
us. His idea has always been that
‘discipline with love makes a well-adjusted household’.
When he was a boy, all he got was discipline, and while he sees the value
in it, he sees the importance of tempering it with compassion.”
“He has
been a pretty good father,” Lynn admitted.
“But I won’t be able to see him that way if he carries on with his
current attitude towards me.”
“Give him time, precious,” said
Gina. “He’s come a long way.
He just needs to sit down and think it through now.”
“Did he say anything about me?”
asked Lynn.
“Um, he threatened to disown you…”
Lynn’s face turned white.
“He didn’t!”
“He didn’t really mean that,
either,” Gina reassured her. “That
was just his fear talking – fear of losing his standing in the community.
He couldn’t bear to have his name attached to a scandal.
But he wouldn’t actually disown you – please don’t worry about
that. Once he calms down he’ll
realise that he’d choose you over his social standing any day.”
Gina smiled at Lynn, then she happened to glance down at the piles of
clothes on the bed. “What’s
this?” she inquired. “You
weren’t planning to run away, were you?”
“Of course not, Mum.
These are the clothes I’m going to trim.
I was, um, kind of hoping you might give me a hand…”
Gina raised an eyebrow.
“You’re going to shorten all your
skirts and dresses?”
“Not all of them,” said Lynn.
“Just the ones Julie hasn’t shortened already.
And my school skirts – I just can’t get away with shortening
those.”
Gina chuckled. “Well, you have quite a task ahead of you there,” she
said, “but I’ll do one or two for you if you like.
How short are you going to make them?”
Lynn grinned. “How short would you be prepared to make them?”
“Oh, I see. Well, I probably don’t want to know. Tell you what – just cut them with scissors to a centimetre
longer than you want them, and I’ll give each of them a centimetre-wide
hem.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Lynn, and
smiled.
Gina got to her feet and went to the
door. “I should go and get
started on dinner,” she said.
“Mum?”
“Yes Lynn?”
Lynn swallowed nervously.
“I just wanted to say … you’re beautiful.”
Gina cocked her head on one side.
“Why thank you!” she said. “That’s
sweet of you.” She smiled warmly
at her daughter, and then left the room.
The atmosphere at dinner was rather
strained. Simon was moody and
irritable, but he did not discuss the issue that was so obviously on his mind.
Lynn had come to the table in a skirt that came down to mid-thigh – she
did not want to upset her father at this time.
Gina had also made herself more decent.
“Okay!” said Simon firmly, and so
suddenly that his wife and daughter both jumped.
“I’ve been thinking hard about this, and I have reached a couple of
conclusions. Would you like to hear
them?”
“Yes please,” said Lynn, and Gina
nodded.
“You’ve both upset me and, I may
say, disappointed me over the last twenty-four hours or so.
But I realise I am partially to blame for that.
It seems that you are who you are, and I was wrong to think I could
change that. I hasten to add that this in no way means that I approve of
or condone your behaviour. However
I am prepared,” and here he took a deep breath, “to tolerate your activities
to a certain extent. I feel,
however, that we should lay down some ground rules, which I expect to be
strictly adhered to. If either of
you is not prepared to accept these ground rules, then you should no longer
consider yourself welcome in this house.”
“Now hold on dear,” said Gina.
“I think that’s a little presumptuous.
Can’t we at least discuss them before you turf us out?”
Simon stared straight ahead of him as he
said, “I have given this matter much thought.
I think I am being very fair – extraordinarily
fair, in fact – but if you cannot compromise to the extent that I am about
to suggest, then this family is doomed.”
“Let’s just hear your rules, Dad,”
said Lynn a little breathlessly. She
was trembling with nervousness. She
wanted very badly to be able to accept his rules, but she was not prepared to do
so if it meant giving up any of the sexual freedoms she had come to value so
highly.
“Rule One,” said Simon.
“You neither enter nor leave this house in an indecent state of dress.
By that I mean that underwear must not
be visible, skirts must cover what they’re supposed to, and blouses”
(here he turned to look sternly at Gina) “must be buttoned.”
There was a pause.
Then Lynn said, “I can live with that.”
“Me too,” concurred Gina quietly.
Simon relaxed slightly.
“Thank you,” he said. “Rule
Two: you do not ‘exhibit’ yourselves publicly within this suburb.
Many people know us in this area, and you might easily be spotted by a
member of our church or a neighbour on our street.”
Lynn thought about this.
Fortunately her school was not in the same suburb as her house, or she
could never have agreed to this. On
the other hand, how was she to get home if she lost her clothes on a nude
adventure elsewhere?
The answer was simple: she would go to
Julie’s house and get dressed there. “I
think I can accept that one,” she said.
Strangely, however, Gina seemed a little
more reluctant. But finally she
nodded her consent.
“Rule Three: you behave decently at
all times when you are with me. If
you are to flaunt yourselves, you do it when I am not around. I won’t have either of you embarrassing me in public.”
“That’s fine,” said Gina, and Lynn
said, “I can accept that.”
“Good,” said Simon, looking
relieved. “Three down, two to go.
Rule Four: if you spot anybody you know, you will make every possible
effort to ensure that they do not see you in a compromising situation.”
“Hang on a minute,” said Lynn.
“What about my school friends?”
“And my colleagues,” added Gina.
“Okay, correction: anybody I
know.”
Gina thought about this.
“You’ve met a couple of my colleagues once or twice,” she said.
Simon sighed. “Anybody I know,”
he said. “I mean really know –
not just on passing acquaintance. What
I’m getting at is that I don’t want you to be seen by anybody whose opinion
matters to me.”
“That’s a bit hard to judge,” said
Lynn, “but I’ll certainly do my best.”
“Me too,” said Gina.
“I guess I’ll have to live with
that,” conceded Simon. “Right,
last one. Rule Five: don’t get
yourselves arrested, or fired, or expelled.
I would have a very hard time dealing with any of those things, but
especially the first. I know it’s
not something you can directly control, but I guess what I’m saying is: be
damn careful about where and what you do, and who sees you.
There, I think those five rules are very reasonable.
What do you say?”
“Obviously it’s in my own interests
to adhere to Rule Five,” said Lynn. “Dad,
your ground rules are acceptable to me.”
“And to me,” agreed Gina, smiling at
her husband. “Thank you honey –
I’m proud of you.” She leaned
over kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks Dad,” said Lynn, and she
kissed his other cheek.
Simon smiled, obviously pleased with
himself. “That’s lifted quite a
weight from my shoulders,” he said. “You
just be sure you stick to those rules.”
“And now,” said Lynn, “I’d really
like to hear about Mum’s day.”
“Oh no you don’t!”
Simon held up an arresting hand. “Rule
Six: I don’t want to hear about anything
either of you does.”
Gina chuckled. “I guess we can live with that one too,” she said.
“But don’t be throwing new rules at us every five minutes, please.”
“I won’t,” promised Simon.
“Rule Six isn’t exactly a rule, but I really would prefer not to hear
about your exploits, and I hope you will respect that.”
Lynn and Gina both agreed to this, and
dinner was completed in a much lighter mood.
All three of them felt a lot happier about things.
Later that evening, Lynn presented her
mother with two rather crudely cut dresses, and the two of them began sewing
industriously. By the time Lynn had
to go to bed, she had done a reasonable job on the skirt she had saved for
herself to do, and Gina had finished both of the dresses she had been assigned.
Simon had at one point entered the room to announce his intention to go
to the pub, but had hastily retreated with an expression of deep disapproval
when he saw what his wife and daughter were doing.
Once Lynn had retired for the night,
Gina began to work on some of her own clothes…
The next morning, Lynn was eating her
breakfast in a t-shirt and panties when her mother entered the kitchen.
Lynn’s eyes widened, then she grinned at her mother’s outfit.
Gina was wearing a smart tan-coloured
business suit, the skirt of which she had drastically shortened the night
before. It was a good job – the
skirt looked as if it had been designed this short – but Lynn could hardly
believe her mother was really going to wear it to work.
“Mum, that’s sensational!” she
said. “Turn around?”
Gina did so, and Lynn nodded
approvingly. “That looks
great,” she said. “No
tights?”
“I never liked tights,” said Gina.
“I’ve thrown them all out. And
this skirt’s too short for stockings.”
She sat down, and Lynn could not help glimpsing a flash of white.
“This is the new me,” continued Gina.
“Or at least, the old me brought out of the cupboard and dusted off.”
“Won’t you get into trouble?”
asked Lynn. “At work, I mean.”
Gina laughed and shook her head.
“My colleagues are all pervs. The
only other woman in the office is Rachel, and she’s practically my best friend
– she won’t object. She might
disapprove, but she’s very sweet and I’m sure she’ll accept it.”
Lynn smiled. “You remind me of Ally McBeal,” she said.
“Except Ally McBeal never wore a skirt quite
that short.”
“She should,” said Gina with a grin.
“It’s very exciting. Maybe
she will in a future series – we can always hope.”
Lynn was not sure if she quite
understood this. “Um, do you …
fancy Calista Flockhart?” she inquired of her mother.
“A bit, yes.” Gina smiled at Lynn. “Especially
when she wears really short skirts.”
“Does Dad know you’re, um…”
“No, dear, and there’s no reason for
him to find out. I haven’t done
anything with a woman since before I met your father, and I don’t especially
feel unfulfilled on that score – I find monogamy suits me quite well.”
“Really?”
Lynn was surprised. “Crumbs,
I felt sure you must have yearned for affairs over the years, if not actually
had one.”
Gina shook her head.
“No, I’m quite happy with what I’ve got.
Your father is, hmm, let’s just say he’s an ‘attentive’ lover.
With an awful lot of stamina.”
“Really?” said Lynn again.
“I’m not entirely sure I wanted to hear that.”
Gina chuckled. “Come on,” she said.
“Finish your breakfast and get dressed.
I assume you still need to get to school for twenty to nine?”
Lynn nodded.
They both looked decent enough when they
left the house, though Gina’s skirt might have raised eyebrows and lowered
jaws had anyone seen it. They got
into the car and drove towards Lynn’s school, but when they were only halfway
there Lynn asked her mother to pull over.
“Is something wrong?” asked Gina,
pulling up alongside the kerb.
“Nope,” said Lynn.
“But we’re out of our suburb now.”
“Ooh yes!” exclaimed Gina, and she
lifted her bottom off the seat, hiking her skirt up to reveal her panties.
Then she sat back down again, and proceeded to undo the buttons of her
blouse. She took off her jacket,
threw it in the back, and pulled her blouse open until it almost, but not quite,
revealed her nipples. It was only
now that Lynn realised her mother was not wearing a bra.
For her part, Lynn had done pretty much
the same, though she was wearing a bra so she actually slipped her shirt off her
shoulders. “That’s better,”
she said with a grin.
In this manner they proceeded, until
they had almost reached the school. Gina
elected to stop a short distance from the school entrance, since the pavements
were crowded with school children.
“Thanks Mum,” said Lynn, buttoning
up her shirt. “You’re one in a
million.”
“Have a good day,” said Gina, “and
try not to get into too much trouble.”
Lynn got out of the car and went to find
Julie. She found her friend just
putting her bicycle away. Julie’s
skirt was gathered mainly around her waist, her panties in full view, and she
had her back to Lynn as she approached. Lynn
crept up and slipped a hand between Julie’s legs.
Julie jumped, then turned and smiled as
she saw Lynn. “You gave me a
fright,” she said. “Shall we go
and see Mr Dean?”
“Sure.
Hey, how was the apartment?”
Julie shivered with pleasure and said,
with a twinkle in her eye, “Just perfect.”
“Really?
Ooh, I can’t wait!”
“Did you manage to persuade your Dad
to let you stay with me?”
“I did!
It was great – he and I and my mum kind of have an understanding
now.”
“That’s great news!” said Julie,
and sighed happily. Then she fixed
her skirt, and the two girls trooped up the stairs to see the headmaster.
“Have you got anything interesting inside you?” asked Julie.
“Not today,” answered Lynn, a little
regretfully. “How about you?”
“I have a poo in my cunt,” said
Julie with a naughty grin. “It’s
held in with tape.”
“Yours or your dad’s?” inquired
Lynn.
“Just mine,” reported Julie.
“What do you reckon – should I let it out in a lesson?”
Lynn shook her head.
“Too smelly,” she said. “We’ll
play with it at lunchtime.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Julie.
She pressed the buzzer on the headmaster’s door.
“Come!” called Mr Dean.
“Good morning, sir,” said the girls
as they entered his study.
“All right girls, that’s fine, you
can go. Um, wait though.”
Both girls paused in the act of turning.
“Yes sir?”
“Julie, are you wearing a bra?”
inquired Mr Dean with a frown.
“No sir.
All mine are in the wash.”
“Good grief.” Mr Dean sighed. “I
should really send you home, but I suppose it’s not that obvious. Just make
sure you’re wearing one tomorrow.”
“Yes sir.”
“Very well – off you go.”
The girls left his study and made their
way quickly to the toilets, where they both changed into their shortest school
skirts, which came down to about six or seven inches above the knee (these were
the skirts that Mrs Dean had helped them lengthen). Then Lynn took off her bra, and both of them removed their
panties.
Julie sighed with pleasure.
“I just hope this tape holds,” she said, “otherwise my poo will
probably slip out in the middle of a lesson.”
Lynn smiled at this thought.
“That would be awful,” she remarked.
“I don’t think you should take the risk.”
Julie raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? What would you
suggest I do?”
“I think you should give it to me
instead,” said Lynn.
“Give it…?”
“Yes – put it up my cunt instead of yours.”
A slow smile spread across Julie’s
face. “Thank you,” she said.
“That’s most selfless of you.”
“Anything for you, my darling,” said
Lynn.
Julie put one foot up on the toilet
seat, and carefully removed the tape sealing her vaginal orifice.
Then she pushed, clenching her inner muscles so that a small, six-inch
long poo slid slowly out of her. Lynn
caught it and, placing one of her own feet on the seat, began to push the poo
into her own vagina. When it had
disappeared, Julie handed her the tape.
It was hardly sticky at all.
Lynn pressed it hard against her crotch, and it formed a reasonable seal
over her opening, but she had no illusions as to its permanence.
“There!” she said. “Perfect.
Now let’s go and learn something.
What have we got?”
“English.”
Lynn groaned.
The girls left the toilet and went off
to their English lesson, which was taught by Miss Weaver.
They fortunately made it to the classroom before their teacher, and sat
right at the back where, rather uncharacteristically, they would not allow any
of the boys to grope their pussies. Lynn
had no intention of letting anyone find out she had a poo in her vagina, and
Julie, who had performed a perfunctory clean-up in the toilets, was still
nervous about dirtying the boys’ fingers.
The tape sealing Lynn’s cunt was
coming loose. She kept putting her
hand up her skirt to replace it, but it was fast losing its ability to adhere,
especially since Lynn’s juices were flowing in response to her arousal.
By the end of the lesson, the adhesive was rendered useless, and Lynn
dropped the tape on to the floor.
“That didn’t last long,” she
whispered to Julie.
“Well, you have four more lessons in
which you must make do without any tape,” Julie whispered back.
“Think you can do it?”
“I’ll try.”
But when Lynn stood up at the end of the
lesson, she felt it slipping out of her, and knew that if she clenched her
vaginal muscles she would only push it out faster. She slapped her hand between her legs, catching the falling
turd, then scuttled out of the classroom, hiding behind Julie, who was herself
hiding behind one of the boys since she knew Miss Weaver would take a dim view
of the length of her skirt. Several
of Lynn’s classmates were staring at her, but she ignored them.
She rushed to the toilet and shut
herself in a cubicle, then sat down on the seat.
She pulled Julie’s poo from her cunt, and regarded it for a moment.
It seemed a shame to waste it… What
had Julie said?
You
have four more lessons in which you must make do without any tape.
Well, Lynn had been given an instruction by her mistress – who was she
to argue? Carefully she inserted
the poo back into her cunt, then wiped her hand with a tissue.
Pinching her cunt closed with her fingers, she shuffled awkwardly out of
the cubicle, then she let go with her fingers and pressed her legs together. This worked, but how was she to walk? Then she decided she could probably manage a fairly quick
trot by bending her legs only at the knee while keeping her thighs clamped
together. In this way, she left the
toilets and scurried to her next class: Chemistry, with Mr Edmonds.
This was the teacher who had busted them for wearing microskirts last
week. Lynn was careful to avoid his
attention while she entered the classroom and sat down next to Julie.
“What’s up?” asked Julie.
“Damn thing keeps threatening to come
out every second I’m standing up,” whispered Lynn.
Julie’s eyes widened.
“You still have it inside
you?”
Lynn nodded. “I’ve got another four lessons to hold it in,
remember?”
And so she did, though she almost lost
it halfway through Double Maths. Finally,
during Lunch Break, she met with Julie in the toilets where, with some effort,
Julie managed to push the poo into Lynn’s anus. There, safe in her rectum, Lynn would be able to hold it much
more effectively.
The girls cleaned themselves up, then
dampened their shirts so that their nipples were slightly visible through the
thin white material. That afternoon
they sat with their skirts around their waists while nearby boys stroked their
pussies. And although Julie would
not let any fingers enter her, Lynn was not so strict – at least three boys’
fingers had delved deep into her cunt by the end of the afternoon.
After the last lesson, Lynn reluctantly
put her longer skirt and underwear back on – her father was due to pick her up
today and she did not want to break any of his rules less than a day after he
had imposed them.
In the car on the way home, she said,
“Dad?”
“Yes Lynn?”
“Thanks for … what you did last
night. I think you handled a
difficult situation really well.”
Simon smiled. He shared this view. “Thanks,”
he said. “It’s going to take
some time for me to adjust to this … but it seemed to me that if we didn’t
reach a compromise, our family was going to split up.
On the other hand, I couldn’t let you or your mother be the ruination
of us. I think its turned out
well.”
Lynn nodded, then: “Dad I was
wondering – could I please go and stay with Julie this weekend?”
Simon frowned slightly.
He did not like this idea, but a refusal would not sit well with the new
understanding he had with his family. “All
right,” he said. “Just remember
the ground rules.”
“Thanks Dad,” said Lynn gratefully.
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