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From: b_nyc4 <b_nyc4@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Summer to Remember, Ch 8, revised
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Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 09:10:01 -0500
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Hello all.  Thank you to everyone who wrote me with kind words of
encouragement.  If I have not returned your email, it is because it was
somehow bumped into my "bulk" mail folder and looked suspicious.  I simply
delete these for fear of viruses.  Sorry.

   DISCLAIMER: The following material is of a sexual nature and is intended
for ADULTS ONLY.  If you are not an adult or it is illegal to view such
material in your area, please do not proceed any further.  The characters
and events depicted herein are a product of my imagination.  Any
resemblence to actual characters (dead or alive) or events is wholly
coincidental.  The reader agrees to hold harmless the author.  This work is
copyrighted, 2005.  All rights reserved.

   Chapter 8, revised



   "Punished!?  Why?" pleaded Chloe.  She was getting really nervous. 
Billy didn't say anything but instead got up to leave.



   "We'll get to that.  Just follow me to the backyard," said Billy.  "That
means you guys, too," he said to Joe and Wade as he went outside.  Joe,
Wade and Mrs.  Myers just sat there for a moment wondering what was going
on before making their way very slowly to the back of the house.  There was
a large deck in the backyard and they walked around it looking for Billy.
The deck was at ground level, but the yard sloped away gradually so that
the deck was about three feet off the ground at the outer edge.  They saw
Billy sitting on the steps leading up to the deck.



   "Hurry up," Billy said impatiently.  Wade immediately picked up his pace
and moved past Mrs.  Myers to stand next to Billy.  "Not you, Wade.  I was
talking to Mrs.  Myers."



   "Oh.  O.k." said Wade and he started walking back to the other two. 
Billy grabbed him before he could get away.



   "But while you're here, this is what I want you to do," Billy whispered
something in his ear.  Wade's eyes grew wide as he listened.  He shook his
head in understanding and made his way onto the deck, looking for the rope.




   After what seemed like interminable shuffling, Mrs.  Myers and Joe
finally caught up.  "Mrs.  Myers," Billy said, "I want you to stand over
there with your back against the deck." Very slowly, Chloe did what she was
told, not knowing what was about to happen, but knowing she wouldn't like
it.  Billy was getting more and more impatient at Mrs.  Myers' dawdling. 
He would have to fix that, he thought.



   "Move over a little bit so you're right in front of that post," said
Billy as he motioned with his hands.  Chloe took a couple side steps to her
left so that she was in front of one of the 4x6's holding up the deck.  Her
back and ass were touching the vertical support and her shoulders were
level with the top railing.  "That's it, Mrs.  Myers.  Now spread your arms
out and rest them against the rail." He probably wants to stare at my chest
again, she thought, and did as she was told.  As soon as she did, Wade
grabbed her right wrist and began tying it to a rail.



   "What...  what are you doing?" Chloe asked in alarm.



   "I told you.  You need to be punished," answered Billy.



   Chloe immediately tried to get her wrist free.  She pulled mightily, but
it was no use.  She reached up with her free hand to try and loosen the
knot, but Wade quickly grabbed that wrist too.  Soon he tied her left wrist
in the same manner as the right.  "Good work, Wade," said Billy, "Now Joe,
tie her feet to the post."



   It took a while for Joe to figure out what Billy was saying.  He was
enthralled by the spectacle of Mrs.  Myers tied to the rail with her arms
spread wide.  Billy got tired of waiting for Joe to come out of it, so he
grabbed a long extension cord from Wade and began tying her feet himself.
He didn't tie her feet together in front of the post, but instead spread
them so they straddled it, and then tied her feet to the post.  With Mrs.
Myers at last secure, he stepped back to admire his work.  Mrs.  Myers was
a beauty.  There was no doubt about it.  With her wrists pulled back and
her feet tied a little behind her, her breasts and pelvis were pushed
outward.  From the look on Mrs.  Myers' face, the position did not seem too
comfortable, but Billy didn't care and neither did Joe or Wade.  For Chloe,
her physical discomfort was the least of her worries.  She was more
concerned with what would happen next.  She was totally vulnerable to their
whims, and never before felt more powerless.



   Billy went to the side of the house leaving Joe and Wade staring at Mrs.
Myers' wonderful body.  She was wearing a light blue cotton T-shirt that
did nothing to constrain her large breasts.  Joe and Wade could clearly see
the pattern of her bra pressed against the thin material.  Mrs.  Myers was
also wearing a pair of loose khaki trousers that rested low on her hip.  So
low in fact, that the top of her panties showed.  She always wore loose
fitting pants when she went clothes shopping--it's easier to get in and out
of them to change, especially with her round bottom.  Now she wished she
hadn't.  From above, Wade could see down her pants.  Chloe could feel his
stare.  Joe, on the other hand, was riveted to the sliver of skin revealed
just below the hem of her shirt.  He tentatively reached out and touched
her there, tracing the waistband of her panties with his index finger. 
Chloe's stomach recoiled reflexively at the touch.  Joe began to work his
hand downward when they heard Billy shouting from the side of the house.



   "Hey, Joey, help me with this hose."



   Chloe's heart skipped a beat.  She watched in wide-eyed terror as Billy
and Joe dragged a garden hose behind them.  She now realized what they were
going to do to her, and struggled again at her bonds.  It was no use.  The
two boys were now standing right in front of her about five feet away. 
Billy held up the nozzle and pointed it directly at her stomach.



   "No don't.  Please," she begged.



   "Here it comes, Mrs.  Myers," and he squeezed the lever.  A large volume
of water hit her square in the stomach.  He kept it there for a moment then
moved the hose around, drenching her from head to toe.  He even directed a
spray right at her crotch.  Every time she tried to scream, he directed the
water at her mouth.  She quickly caught on.  At first the water was warm,
but soon turned icy cold.  She was freezing from the water and pleaded as
best she could for Billy to stop, but he didn't.  He continued spraying her
for another five minutes until his hands got too cold to hold the nozzle.
At last, he stopped.  Chloe shook her head vigorously and coughed up water.
She was cold, tired, and grateful it was finally over.



   The three boys were treated to an incredible sight.  Mrs.  Myers' shirt
and pants were soaked through and no longer opaque.  They clung sensually
to her body revealing every fantastic curve and valley.  Her lace bra was
clearly visible and her nipples were erect from the frigid water.  Her
white panties, too, could be seen through the fabric of her wet khaki
trousers.  These weren't as small as the one's she had on the other day,
but they were still small and they were cut really high.  She shivered from
the cold, which only added to the boys' excitement.



   "Mrs.  Myers, do you want to get out of your wet clothes?" asked Billy.



   "Yes," Chloe answered without thinking.  She soon realized the
implications of what she just said.  "No.  I mean no.  I don't mind the wet
clothes.  I'd rather keep them on."



   "Nah.  That's o.k.," said Billy, "We'll help you out.  Wade, pull up her
shirt." Wade was all too eager to do as he was told.  He was all wet too,
but didn't notice.  He reached down the front of Mrs.  Myers' breasts and
tried to grab the shirt.  This was difficult since the water made the shirt
cling to her skin.  Wade happily groped and pinched Mrs.  Myers' breasts
trying to get a hold of some fabric.  He would grab the shirt with his
fingers and thumbs right where her nipples were poking out then pull up
until the weight of the shirt caused him to lose his grip.  Wade would then
go back to her nipples and grab some more of her shirt.  Joe and Billy
watched as the wet T-shirt clung to her body as it was slowly being pulled
up.



   Chloe was being stripped of her clothing and there was nothing she could
do about it.  As humiliating as this was, she thought, it wasn't as bad as
having been forced to strip herself.  Wade finally managed to lift the
heavy shirt all the way up and pulled it over her head letting it rest
behind her neck.  But, he reached down again anyway and was squeezing and
massaging her breasts through her bra.  He couldn't help it.  He had to
feel those magnificent round globes.  "That's good, Wade," said Billy, "see
if you can get that off, too." That was all Wade needed to hear.  With one
swift motion, he grabbed the bra at her cleavage and pulled it apart.  The
material gave way easily, letting her breasts spill out.  He pulled the
loose segments aside and tucked them behind her back.  Chloe was once again
topless in front of her former students.  Her nipples were erect, and her
breasts were entirely covered with goose pimples.  Wade went back to
massaging her tits, rolling the nipples in the palm of his hands.  He
couldn't believe how stiff they were.



   "Uhhhh." Chloe let out an unconscious moan.  Wade's hands felt really
good.  The heat from his palm and the friction of his rubbing served to
warm up her freezing nipples.



   "You really like that, don't you Mrs.  Myers?" Billy asked devilishly.
"You like being felt up."



   "No.  That's not it.  It's just that he's warming me up."



   "Oh, don't worry.  We'll warm you up."



   "That's not what I meant," Chloe pleaded, "I mean I'm cold and his hands
are warm and..."



   Billy turned to Joe before she could finish explaining.  "Let's get her
pants off!" he said eagerly.  Joe nodded his head enthusiastically.  Joe
and Billy quickly made their way on either side of Mrs.  Myers and began
fumbling with her pants.  Billy undid the button at her waist while Joe
pulled down the zipper.  Their hearts were pounding with excitement.  Billy
tried to remain calm, as if he sees a gorgeous blonde, tied up and naked,
all the time, but this was too much.  He couldn't contain his excitement.
This time, they would be able to touch her--and she couldn't stop them. 
Wade was touching her right now.



   "No.  Please.  Guys, don't do this," said Chloe as she tried to wriggle
her hips away from their hands.  She was ignored.  Joe and Billy each
grabbed a pant leg and pulled down.  They managed to work her pants to just
below her knees.  That done, they stopped to stare at her panty-covered
crotch.  Chloe had her eyes closed while they pulled down her pants but
opened them when she felt nothing happening.



   She turned and looked at Joe and then at Billy and saw the same
expression on their face.  Each was gazing at her crotch with their mouths
open in wonder.  She looked down to see what was so captivating.  What she
saw was her pussy--all of it!  The water made her cotton panties virtually
transparent.  Her neatly trimmed bush was visible, as was her moist,
glistening, pink pussy lips.  Her inner folds were engorged and red from
the spray of the water and protruded obscenely against the wet,
see-through, fabric.



   She began to blush with shame and closed her eyes again to escape their
glare.  Billy and Joe had never seen anything like it.  Bound as she was,
with her pelvis thrust out, she was practically offering her pussy to them.
Billy accepted the invitation and touched her swollen lips through the
fabric.  Her lips were very sensitive, and the touch sent a shiver up her
spine.  Billy cupped her mound and continued to work his middle finger back
and forth along the length of her, now deep, vaginal cleft.  She felt
humiliated at having to suffer this unwanted touch, of someone she didn't
want touching her in her most private place, but the combination of a warm
finger and the feel of her wet panties made her ache to be touched more
lovingly.  This felt so good, if only Steve were here.  Without realizing
it, she let out another soft moan.  Why couldn't Steve be doing this to me,
she thought, why is he never here?  Billy took her moan to mean she was
enjoying his ministrations, so he stopped.  As much as he enjoyed touching
her pussy, he didn't want her to feel pleasure; he wanted her to feel
humiliation.



   "I think it's time you showed us everything, Mrs.  Myers," said Billy
abruptly as he removed his hand from between her thighs.  "You're pretty
much naked anyway."



   Chloe had to agree.  There wasn't much left of her modesty at this
point. She closed her eyes again and didn't utter a protest as she felt
Billy grab the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly draw them down.
She felt a strange sensation as the clinging fabric, which was pressed deep
between her pouting lips, was removed from contact with her vagina.  Her
crotch that before felt cold and clammy, now felt warm and tingly.  She
could feel the warm breeze blowing across her puffy pussy lips and felt her
skin constrict as the water evaporated.  Billy let her panties rest at
mid-thigh.  That was as low as they would go.  The waistband was stretched
to its maximum and digging into her legs.  He liked it this way, anyway. 
When Billy looked at Playboy or Penthouse, he always liked the photos of
women with their panties halfway off.  He thought they looked incredibly
sexy that way.  It was kinda' slutty and kinda demure (is that the word I'm
looking for?, he thought) at the same time.  Now, he was looking at Mrs. 
Myers: her pants down at her knees, her panties at mid-thigh, her bra torn
open, her skin glistening, her eyes pleading.  Billy was looking at the
sexiest woman he had ever seen.  It almost pained him to think about what
he had to do next.



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