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From: "The Scribbler" <scribbler62@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Tea and No Sympathy
Date: Sat,  8 Sep 2001 19:10:04 -0400
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"Tea and No Sympathy"
(c) September 2001, by The Scribbler, who warns you that this is forbidden
to minors, offensive to churchgoers, and
perhaps stimulating to perverts. In any event, get a mop handy now.
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Well, let's go out for lunch. Its a hot, humid summer day. We'll order ice
tea. . .a pitcher, perhaps. Cool and relaxing. . .just the thing to take the
edge off the summer's heat.

We'll be eating and drinking, laughing about this and that. And then you'll
get up.

"Where are you going, Kate?"

"I have to go to the bathroom. . ."

"Did I give you permission?"

"No, but . . ."

"No permission, then you sit quietly, try not to squirm"

"Please, can I use the bathroom"

You're turning beet red with the humiliation of having to make so intimate a
request.

I think about it, as if weighing some grave factors that must be considered,
then catch your eyes and deliver the verdict: "No"

"Pleease. . ."

"i don't care for whining, young lady. . .now here, have some more tea"

"I can't. . ."

"Oh, those are words I'm not interested in hearing, young lady. . .let's try
again."

Very slowly and painfully, you raise the glass of tea to your mouth, taking
a sip.

"Drink it down"

"I can't. . ."

"Kate. . .what did I tell you about the words "I can't"

You look down, squirming in you seat. . .

"But I have to go . . .

"What did I tell you about the words, 'I can't'", I repeat this phrase, a
little more roughly now. . .

"You told me that I'd be punished. . .if I said that. . ."

"That's right, Kate, you'll be punished. . .now drink down your tea"

"Pleaa. . .se" there's pleading in your voice, now.

"You can stand up"

You jump up with relief, and move towards the bathroom.

"I didn't say you could go anywhere. Just stand"

We're in a pretty informal place, one of those Bennigans-Houlihans-TGIF
mock-Cheers clone restaurants. . .all the same, I can't really figure out
which one is which.

You're twisting your feet and squirming, little ripples on your tight jeans.

"Kate"

"yes"

"Now, piss. . ."

"What?" there's a look of alarm in your eyes.

"Obey me now, Kate. . ."

There's a strain in your face, and then a blush of humiliation. . .

"I can't. . ." you squeak out in a whisper.

"No, Kate, there is no 'I can't' -- you can and you will obey. The only
question is if I have to beat your ass black and blue first. . ."

Your face is flushed with effort. . ."I'm trying"

I put my hand on your crotch and feel something, a little spasm

You sigh. . .and a dark stain begins to spread.

"There, see that wasn't so hard, now was it. . "

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