This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

Little Nicole Miller and Sara Carson, both of them students at Bunnytail Elementary School, sat beside one another at an all-school assembly. A couple of weeks later, Sara got 'volunteered' as a cheerleader, which little Nicole already was, so their mothers decided the girls should be friends, despite being in different grade levels.

Out of friendship, they wrote to each other about events in their lives (not necessarily at the time they happened), in sealed envelopes the girls were certain that no one else would ever read. In this series of letters, little Nicole tells Sara of her encounters with BR&T Magazine.

BR&T date: written Friday, 8 March 1996

Hi Sara

It's me, Nicole.

I have so much to tell you. You won't even believe it, I have been doing modeling for a magazine and lots of stuff happened.

I can't tell my mom what happened, she wouldn't believe me anyway. I am glad we are friends so I can tell you, but you have to promise me with all your heart not to tell anyone. Not even your mom or dad.

You will freak when you find out but first you need to promise, it will always be a secret, no matter what.

Nicole

BR&T date: written Friday, 8 March 1996

Hi Nicole,

Sure I will keep your secret, I won't tell anyone, even mommy and daddy, I can't wait to hear about your modeling job, I bet it was lots of fun and glamorous.

Sara

BR&T date: written Friday, 8 March 1996, telling about Thursday, 7 March 1996

OK Thanks Sara

I am so glad that we are friends

Make sure no one finds this letter because I would be in trouble.

A lot happened so I can't tell you all at once, but I will start at the beginning.

Last thursday my mom picked me up from school. She was bringing me to get a bunch of pictures taken for a magazine about girls who were about my age. I felt kinda good because mom said I would be a star. They wanted me to be a model because I was cute. It sounded like a lot of fun.

The magazine was about young girls our age but we can't read it because it is for adult men to read, like dads and stuff I guess. I guessed some men like to look at pictures of girls kind of like they like looking at cars in car magazines. I didn't really care I just wanted to go to make mom happy. She gets real depressed sometimes and wants to make sure nothing ever makes me that sad.

I was a little scared to go because I am kind of shy and mom wasn't going to stay with me and I am still afraid to go anywhere without her because of what happened to me and my Brownie troop.

But I had to go, mom didn't really give me a choice and she said it would be a good experience for me. You know my mom, she has this weird thing about me being popular so I won't end up like her, you know, lonely, no man. So when she found out I could be a star in a magazine that men like to read, she just had to have me be a model. I guess the readers vote on which model they like the best. I think if I don't win that vote I will be in trouble.

So we went home and she had me take another real quick bath so I was squeaky clean, Mom wanted me to look perfect. I even had new pink panties with a lot of purple stars on it, my mom said if I was gonna be a star, I should show it. I was like, why would my panties show anyway, if I'm a model? She made me wear a cute white dress that buttons down the back with big blue buttons. She made it for me herself, she's good at that stuff. I was only wearing my dress, panties and a pair of sandals. I felt rather embarrassed because the dress was short even more than my other ones. She brushed my hair like a million times. I was really pretty, I kind of felt like I was going to church or something, well except for the sandals.

My mom packed a bunch of my clothes in a large duffel bag, even my Brownie uniform, and my 2 piece bathing suit. Did I ever show you my pink and white bikini, Sara, or the Brownie uniform I used to wear? Guys seem to think they are cute or I'm more cute in those, I guess. Also, she put in a nightgown and lots of different panties. I looked at her like she had a second head growing out of the top of her first head. She looked at me and said, "Just in case."

I was going to ask "Just in case what?" But I didn't, I guess I was starting to get a bit uneasy at this point. I had no idea what this would be like. If I knew at that point, I would have ran away from home I think. But I really have no place to go I guess.

So I got in the car and my mom drove me over to the studio and it was really weird. It was like a plumbing shop or something. It was the same place she took me to right after I got home from the bus accident, when I was still feeling dizzy and sick. That time, the door was locked and no one was around, I guess they were busy with something else.

This time it wasn't locked and we went in. There was a waiting room like where my mom takes her car to be fixed. I felt so out of place. It really was a place for guys I guess. I felt weird wearing a pretty dress, I should have been wearing overalls or something.

There were some pictures of little girls in frames on the wall. Kind of strange, one girl looked like she had her arms and legs stretched out like she was about to do a cartwheel, you couldn't see her hands or feet though because they were out of the picture. But that wasn't the weird part, She was smiling but she looked really unhappy. At the time I just thought she wasn't a very good model and that when I smiled it wouldn't look as fake as hers. The other pictures were kind of weird like that. I didn't know why but they kind of made me uneasy.

My mom called out. "Hello?"

A well dressed man came out, he looked familiar. He said "Hello there, I am Mr. Blackrock. You must be Miss Miller and this must be your lovely daughter Nicole who I have seen, I mean heard so much about."

I looked up at him it took a a few seconds and then my heart stopped. I recognized him. It was that man. That awful man. Oh Sara, I don't even know if you know about what happened to my Brownie troop. Did I ever tell you? I might not have because I try not to think about it, but he was the one who told all of us Brownies what they were going to do, before they did it. It was just after I met you at that assembly, your first one. I try not to think about that, either.

He had a happy grin, but not like someone you'd want to know. I tried to talk, but I couldn't. I ran around behind my mom. I was so scared Sara. Too scared to talk or scream. Like my stomach was blocking my throat.

The man said I needed to stop running in the store. My mom said "I am sorry, I don't know what has gotten into her."

Mr. Blackrock said, "Well, don't worry about it at all. But we can't have her running around in our store and she needs to behave for the photo shoot otherwise we may need to find another little girl to be popular with our male readers. It would be too bad though, your daughter is quite cute, just what our readers would like to see."

Sara, I was feeling so relieved. I thought I would be going home.

Then my mom said "Oh no Mr Blackrock, please don't do that, Nicole will behave, I promise."

My mom grabbed me and pulled me around in front of her.

At this point I would have done anything to get out of there, so I broke free and tried to push over a rack of some strange looking clamps but it was too heavy and I slid and fell down. I started crying.

My mom was mad. She yelled, "Get up and behave yourself or you will get a spanking right here and now."

I was overwhelmed, I got up. Mom noticed that the back of my dress was dirty. She started brushing the back of my dress, very hard, it was like a spanking. Maybe it was, I don't even know.

Mr. Blackrock said "It's OK Miss Miller, we have seen girls react like this before, I think it is a bit overwhelming for a girl to suddenly feel as though she will be a star, like a celebrity, but if you want to continue we will need to restrain her for her own safety in our store."

Mom answered him "Of course, Mr Blackrock, I totally understand and I am glad you have dealt with this before. Please do whatever you need to do."

Mr Blackrock went around and picked me up, I tried to kick him but I couldn't hurt him because I only had sandals on. One of them went flying off and landed across the room. Then I tried to bite him.

Suddenly another man came out of nowhere and helped him, before I knew what was happening, my hands had been tied behind my back and my ankles were tied almost together so I could hardly walk right. And one of them had even taken my other sandal off. That other man was the one who ran the cameras the other day, but I'll tell you about that later if I can. I think Mr. Blackrock called him Ken.

The worst was the cords they tied me with they pulled them so tight it really hurt me a lot. And they smiled about me screaming when they pulled them tight.

"Mommy," I screamed. "Help me, these men are bad men."

Mom just looked at me. I thought maybe she understood, I hoped she did. Then she looked at Mr. Blackrock and back to me.

"Nicole," she said, "stop this silliness right away, you never even met this man before. I have talked with him and he is very nice, I don't know why you are misbehaving so much. You really are embarrassing me. Mr Blackrock is going to make you a star, you will be popular with men," my mom said with her eyes glazed over, like she was in some kind of trance.

I just started crying. My mom didn't understand at all. I felt so hopeless. I was tied up and crying.

Mr Blackrock said to my mom "Don't worry Miss Miller. We have worked with problem girls many times, we have a whole staff of men that are experts on getting little girls to behave. We should still be able to do a very nice photo shoot for our readers and when she gets back she will tell you that she had a great time and she will tell you that she wants to come back over and over. You just need to leave her with us and we will take care of everything."

"No mommy please don....th-" I tried to scream but Mr. Blackrock had put something over my mouth. It had a funny shaped thing that went inside my mouth also, I couldn't talk at all or even mumble a little.

"Sorry we had to do that Miss Miller, but we do have neighbors here and we have to be respectful of them and she did try to bite me. But don't worry, the gag will come off soon because where we are going to do the photo shoot is very private and nobody out there will mind at all if she gets noisy."

My mom nodded and said "Oh I completely understand Mr Blackrock. I am so sorry she is misbehaving so much. I really don't know why."

So he said "Well don't worry at all, like I said before, our men have very intimate knowledge of girls her age and really know what they are doing. When she comes back you will hear that she had a great time with everyone there."

Then my mom said "Well I do think she looks happier now, perhaps she is starting to come around a bit."

I was like huh? I looked happier? Huh??? I was gagged and tied up. I looked around the room and I saw a mirror against the wall. I hopped over there in my bare feet and saw myself. The stupid gag was transparent and blended right to my skin, it was almost invisible. But it had a realistic set of molded child size lips attached to the front that were smiling. It made me look like I was smiling, like I was happy. Unless you looked up close you couldn't even tell they were not real. It was really creepy to me. It kind of reminded me of the girls in the pictures. They were smiling but I didn't think they were happy.

I know my mom knew the smiling lips on me were not real but it did make me look happy so it probably even affected her thinking.

Mr. Blackrock said, "Just leave the little cutie with us, don't worry."

Mom said "Well I brought you lots of pretty outfits for her pictures."

Mr Blackrock said, "Thank you, that is very nice of you, We will take a few pictures of her in each outfit, of course we will be taking lots of pictures of her without any of those outfits on, I mean we have our own way we like the girls dressed."

"Oh of course, I totally understand." I don't think my mom understood at all, but I couldn't say so.

Then they took me to a room in the back, like an office, mom came with us, through a store or something with all kinds of weird stuff everywhere, like ropes and belts and candles, and some pieces of garden hoses cut about 2 feet long, just strange stuff like that, It smelled kind of dusty, like it was an old building but it was very neat and well organized. I was still struggling all the way until they started to carry me by my arms and it was no use.

"OK then," said Mr Blackrock, putting a bunch of papers on his desk, "I just need you to sign this standard modeling form. You don't really need to read it, it is quite long. It just basically says that you understand that Nicole will be modeling in various ways and that you give us permission to photograph her and to correct any bad behavior she has in any way we see fit. It really is pretty standard."

"Oh yes of course," she agreed, and signed the stupid form, then she kissed me on the head and said, "Have a great time sweetie, do everything they say."

I was trying to scream but the stupid gag had like a balloon in it or something, if I tried to scream, the air went in it and it would choke me.

So all I could do was cry tears and hope my mom would see them.

Maybe she did, I don't know. But she said goodby and left me there.

Alone.

I turned around and looked at Mr Blackrock and some other men that had showed up. I knew two of them from the day before, too. "Ohhh god," I thought, "the school principal!! Ohhh help me!" I tried to scream, but no one did. I tried to run away, but couldn't get anywhere with them in the door and my ankles tied almost together.

Mr. Blackrock smiled, even creepier than the fake smiles of the girls in the pictures.

And then things got a lot worse.

Well Sara, I have to go to bed now, I will write you later and tell you what happened after my mom left me there.

Have a good night, and thanks for being my friend.

Love

Nicole

BR&T date: written Saturday, 9 March 1996, telling about Thursday, 7 March 1996

Hi Sara

Here is some more of what happened, remember not to let anyone know I told you.

So there I was, Mommy had walked away, leaving me there tied up, barefoot and gagged with that awful man Mr. Blackrock and a whole bunch of other men. The ropes they tied me up with were so tight, it felt like they were cutting off my circulation. And the stupid gag was choking me.

I just wanted them to untie me, it hurt so bad. I would have done almost anything, but I couldn't even tell them that with the gag in my mouth.

Then Mr. Blackrock said "Don't do anything until I get back" and followed Mommy.

Time seemed to stand still for a couple of minutes, they just stared at me, smiling. I looked around the room and looked at each of them hoping to find at least one friendly face, one person who felt bad for me and might help me. But they all had the same kind of look. They looked like they enjoyed seeing me suffer, in pain, and hearing me cry.

At that point I just went numb. I felt like I was someplace else. Like I was dead or asleep or something, I can't really explain it, but it is like I gave up.

Then I heard Mr. Blackrock's voice, coming back in the room, "OK, she's gone now."

I guessed that meant my mom had driven away. Now I was really all alone with them.

I burst out crying again. I was having trouble breathing because all that crying was making my nose runny.

Mr. Blackrock said, "Now, now Nicole, there is no reason to cry yet. How about we take this silly gag off you so we can see your pretty lips, would you like that?"

I looked at him and shook my head yes.

I noticed a man with a video camera had started filming, and another man had entered the room with a really big expensive looking camera. He took a few pictures of me.

Mr. Blackrock explained, "This is part of the film crew, They will be constantly filming you and taking pictures of you. It is part of being a model, you have to get used to being photographed all the time. And I mean all the time. Even when you are changing outfits. These men will be getting everything on video. We never know when we'll get just the right shot that would be perfect for our magazine, so we will be taking a lot of pictures of you."

He took the gag off me, it felt really good to have it out of my mouth.

"Can you please untie me?" I cried, the ropes were so tight, they really hurt.

"Of course sweetie, we're going to need you to move around for the cameras, at least for awhile."

So, Mr. Blackrock finally untied me, I was so numb I could barely stand. And it felt like prickers when the cords came off my wrists and ankles.

"Now," Mr Blackrock said, "Smile for the camera, and look happy, or we won't be happy."

I smiled and they took my picture.

"That one is for your mom," Mr Blackrock said. "Now turn around, Nicole."

So I did, standing with my back facing him and I was looking at Mr. Winters. He was looking back at me, you know Sara, how he stairs right through you. Then I could feel Mr. Blackrock unbuttoning my dress in the back. One button at a time. I tried so hard not to cry, but I couldn't help it. The man kept taking pictures of me from all around as each button came undone.

The county sheriff had come into the room, in his uniform and I thought for a second he would rescue me from all the bad men, but they all greeted him like old pals, his name is Steve I think they called him. After that I was really afraid of him. He started trying out the two foot long garden hoses, he would pick one up and swing it in the air, it would kind of whistle as it cut through the air.

Mr. Blackrock finished unbuttoning my dress all the way so it came open in back and started pushing it forward. The Principal grabbed it and pulled it off me. He had a scary looking smile. I wished I could have just run away or something.

I felt Mr. Blackrock grabbing the sides of my panties, I closed my eyes and felt the cool air from the room on me as he pulled my panties out and lowered them.

He pulled my panties right down to my ankles and made me lift each of my bare feet to allow him to remove them completely. Then he turned me around and told me to keep my eyes open.

I could hear the camera clicking away. The camera man circled all around me, photographing me. And now I stood naked in a room with five men, all looking at me. They were looking at me all over.

I was trying to cover myself with my arms and hands.

Mr. Blackrock picked up a piece of rope and snapped it tight a few times, in front of my face. Then he said "Nicole, you can put your arms at your sides or I can tie you up again, even tighter than last time."

So I put my hands by my sides.

Mr Blackrock told me, "Look at the video camera and say your name and age and what grade you are in, nice and loud. And then put your hands on your head and leave them there, no matter what happens. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head yes. I put my hands on my head. Then I said what he wanted, telling everyone seeing the video that I was seven years old.

"Now say you're going to keep your hands on your head no matter what," he ordered me.

So I said that too, looking into the camera and crying.

The Sheriff had found a hose he liked, he whipped it though the air, right near me. I knew what was coming. I started crying, loudly. I fell to my knees, I was too weak to stand up.

I started begging, "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, I will do anything you ask."

The video camera recording everything.

Mr. Blackrock made me stand up again and stay facing him, and pulled my chin up so I had to look at him. Just then the Sheriff slapped the hose down on the desk so hard it left a mark in the papers Mommy had signed. He asked me in a teasing voice, "Now what in the world would make you think anyone was going to HURT you, Nicole??" He wasn't asking me a question and didn't want an answer.

Uh oh Sara, Mom say's it is bedtime. I have to go now, I will write you more later when I can.

Love

Nicole

PS I just remembered the sheriff's last name, he's Sheriff Glasscock, but they all just called him Steve.

BR&T date: written Sunday, 10 March 1996

Hi Nicole,

It must have been awful to be naked in front of all those men, I hate being naked in front of men like that. I know what you mean about Mr. Winters, I got sent to his office because the teacher said I was misbehaving and he had me strip naked and paddled me, then he had me stand in the corner facing him, still naked with my hands on my head and told me if I moved them he would paddle me again longer and harder then the one I got. It was horrible when boys would come into his office and I had to just stand there.

I hope that is the worst that happened to you, I can't imagine what it would be like to be worse then being naked in front of a bunch of men and being filmed.

Please tell me more. Also don't worry about me telling my mom about any of this, I am sure if she found out someone would pay to take pictures of a girl for a magazine she wouldn't stop until I was in the magazine.

Sara

BR&T date: written Sunday, 10 March 1996, telling about Thursday, 7 March 1996

Hi Sara

It was really awful. It was so embarrassing to be naked like that, but what was worse was that hose that the sheriff guy kept whipping around me. I was so scared. And they sent my mom a picture of me smiling and wearing my dress.

She thinks I had a good time. They sent her more pictures of me looking like I was having fun, so it would look like I was lying if I told her what really happened.

I bet your parents will get a call from Mr. Winters, I think it is his job to find pretty girls from school and to offer modeling jobs to them. Or maybe Mr. Blackrock might call your mom or dad.

But the worse thing is, Sara, they aren't even PAYING her, she took me there just to make sure I was a star in their magazine because she wants me to be popular with men. I don't know if they ever pay anyone. Maybe your mom or dad would only make you do it if they got paid, but maybe your mom, or maybe only your dad, would be like my mom, and just think everyone seeing you get it in the magazine would be great.

Maybe you should get your hair cut short or wear dumpy clothes for a while so you don't look so pretty and maybe they would leave you alone.

Well, I will let you know more of what happened in just a little bit, I need to go to the doctor today because I am not feeling well. I don't really like this doctor, I always have to take all my clothes off and he hurts me and says he's just testing my reflexes. I have reflexes in my bottom?? And he always gives me very long appointments, he tells my mom that he likes to look me all over every time I come in.

I could tell you about my doctor visit later if you want me to.

Well Sara, Have a nice day. I will write to you later.

Love Nicole.

BR&T date: Sunday, 10 March 1996

Sara put Nicole's letter back in the envelope, sealed it back up, and hid it with the others, in the back of her dresser drawer, underneath her panties where she knew no one would ever look, so no one would ever find them.

She thought about Nicole's advice to cut her hair short or wear ugly clothes so she'd be ugly so no one would want her for a magazine. She looked at her closet, but she already knew what she would see. She didn't have any ugly clothes. Every dress in her closet was as cute and pretty and feminine as the next. Furthermore, she only had dresses, no stupid ugly boys' clothes at all, like pants or shirts or shorts. And it would be too strange for her to ask her mom to buy her some ugly clothes, or even worse, boys' clothes like jeans, to wear. Besides, if those men were anything like her teacher or principal at school, they would just make her take her clothes off like they did to Nicole, and then she'd be as beautiful as always. So that option was not only nearly impossible, it was pointless.

Then she bethought herself of how the girls they chose for their magazine must be without blemish, and her eyes went to slits, and she to find a sharp pair of scissors.

But when she had the scissors ready, standing before a large mirror to better see herself, she glared at its blades and at her long lovely waterfall of lily-soft silken brown hair, and she put the scissors away again.

BR&T date: written Sunday, 10 March 1996, telling about Thursday, 7 March 1996

Hi Sara

I am sorry this has taken so many letters. I know you want to know what happened.

This next part will be hard for me to write because it was scary, but I will write as much as I can until mom makes me go to bed.

When that hose slapped down on the desk next to me I jumped. It was so loud and scary. I could only imagine it was going to be used to whip me. I was naked so I could feel the wind as it whipped by me. I was terrified. And Mr. Blackrock was really scary, the way he looked at me. And the other men were looking at me all over, and the cameras made me so scared.

The sheriff put the hose down on the table, I was so relieved. It really scared me. Mr. Blackrock said to me "We need to get a few more pictures of you tied up a bit, is that OK with you Nicole?" He was reaching for the hose and looking at me, staring right through me.

I was trembling but I said, "Yes sir" even though I didn't want to be tied up again.

He stopped reaching for the hose and reached for a long leather strap instead. He then knelt down and tied my ankles together, really tight like last time. Then he had me hold out my arms in front of me and tied my wrists together really tight in front of me this time.

The video camera had filmed me the whole time he was tying me up.

"Hold your arms up over your head now," he told me. I started to raise them up a little but it let everything show in front and it was really embarrassing. I guess I was too slow so he said "Straight up!" real mean and reached for the hose again. I put my arms as straight up as I could and stood that way.

It hurt to hold my arms straight up like that. I had to stay that way while Mr Blackrock stood back and the man with the regular camera started taking pictures of me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the sheriff slowly picking up the hose again.

I started begging, "No No please don't," as the camera kept taking pictures and another man took out a different camera and went around behind me.

The sheriff whipped the hose right by me, I felt it just touch me as it went past and I heard it whistle through the air. I was so scared of that hose. I heard it whipping around behind me. I started crying. My arms were getting tired. I started to put my arms down.

Mr Blackrock yelled. "Put your arms back up, as high as you can."

His yelling really scared me. I stretched my arms up as high as I could. I could feel my bare skin tightening up. I was having a hard time keeping my balance because my ankles were tied together.

My entire backside was naked and exposed with no protection at all. The sheriff once more winded up and I went all tensed up. I saw Mr Blackrock look at the sheriff and nod his head. He hit my bare behind with a loud swat. It stung so bad Sara. I was crying before but now I was screaming.

My arms came down and I fell forward on my knees.I was crying so loud I couldn't breath right. Two men picked me back up and I was standing there again.

"Arms up!" said Mr Blackrock

I didn't want to do that. I knew I would be whipped again.

I could still hear the hose whipping behind me, even though I was crying.

"Please don't," I cried, "I will do anything."

"Yes you will," Mr Blackrock said. Then he yelled again. "Arms up!"

So I did it. I raised up my arms as high as I could. I tensed up and waited, crying.

They were filming everything. I stood like that for a few minutes Crying and trembling.

I closed my eyes tight then opened them, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

I saw Mr Blackrock Nod again to the sheriff.

"Oh no not again," I thought to myself.

They kept filming and taking pictures of me as the sheriff winded up and whipped me once again on my unprotected bottom, the same place, it was already sore from the first one and now it was even worse.

I wanted my mom to come in and save me. But she never came.

I was screaming and crying so hard.

He whipped me one more time on the softest part of my bottom, low down, right where it stung the worst. I fell down on the floor again. Still screaming.

I really didn't understand. I wasn't being bad or anything. I was crying so hard I could barely see.

I don't know how long I had laid there crying but then the sheriff came and stood over me, he had put down the hose.

It was finally over and they waited until I was done crying.

"That was very good acting," Mr Blackrock said to me. "Now we need to get you cleaned up and in the van for your trip." He grabbed my arm hard and pulled me up off the floor so I had to stand again.

"Should I bring this along?" the sheriff asked, holding out the rubber hose, like Mr Blackrock was in charge and the sheriff had to do what he said.

But Mr Blackrock asked the principal, "What do you think, Curt? Think she's ready to do what she's told, or will she need some more?"

The principal, sounding just as mean as he ever does, answered "She better do what she's told, but bring it just in case it's needed. Put it in with the clothes her mother nicely provided us. We might use some of those, too." So they all smiled and nodded and decided to bring it with them. I was standing right there listening to them and they were just talking about whipping me with that hose again like it was the most normal thing in the world to them.

That's when I realized, this wasn't over, it hadn't even started.

I will write you more later Sara

Your friend

Nicole

BR&T date: written Sunday, 10 March 1996, telling about Thursday, 7 March 1996

Hi Sara

Well, it is me again, Nicole Claire Miller. That's what I am called when I am in trouble. Like a serial killer, they always use all three names, I guess so everyone knows it isn't the guy down the street with almost the same name.

OK enough babble. I will continue my story now.

So there I was, my bottom was stinging. I have had spankings before of course but that hose really hurt. And the sheriff hit me twice on the exact same spot. The straps that they tied me with were so tight and everyone was so mean. It was terrible. I was shaking from fear. I wanted to try to figure out a way to get away and run home to tell my mom. But she didn't believe me when I told her about the Brownies so I guess it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

They took a lot of pictures of me. They untied my ankles but left hands tied in front of me. They had me get in all kinds of positions for the pictures. I even had to bend over a table and spread my legs so they could take pictures from behind. They were really embarrassing.

"I bet your friends at school would like to see these pictures of you, wouldn't they Nicole?" the principal said.

I said, "Please, No!"

Everybody laughed. Then I heard the principal tell the photographer, "Make sure you can see her face in some of them, I want a few for myself."

I think Mr Blackrock said something like that there would be plenty of pictures for everyone.

So after what seemed like forever they were finally finished. They stood me up and turned me around facing Mr. Blackrock, and he said "Arms up."

I shook my head no.

Mr. Blackrock said to the sheriff, "Get the hose."

I stuck my arms high up.

Mr. Blackrock smiled and took a knife and quickly brought it up and cut the strap holding my wrists together.

I fell to the floor and started bawling my eyes out.

Mr Blackrock said to no one in particular "Put that dress on her and bring her to the van." Then he walked away and out of the room.

The principal pulled me up and I was standing there still naked.

The sheriff reached toward the hose.

"Arms up!" the principal yelled.

I put my arms in the air closed my eyes and tensed up. I thought they were going to whip me with the hose again, but pretty soon one of them put the dress on me. But they didn't button the buttons, so the back was still open, and I didn't have any panties on. I couldn't get the buttons myself so I held my hands back behind me to keep it closed.

"That was a riot!" the cameraman said, "Did you see her clench up?" They all started laughing again.

They made me follow them to the van. I looked around to see if I could make a run for it. But I was barefoot and the backyard where the van was was fenced in anyway.

I got in the van and sat in the back seat between the sheriff and the principal. I was squirming on the seat because my bottom hurt so much. The principal put on my seat belt.

"We wouldn't want you to get hurt Nicole," he said. Everyone else started laughing. And I started crying again.

I haven't even told you the worse part yet. Well, I have a meeting with that consoler to go to today and you know what that's like. Will write you about the rest of it and the doctor later.

Nicole

^*(Many thanks to T. Lee, without whose inspiration I might never have written anything.)