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Ann the Dress Up Doll

by Jailbait


Ann settled down onto her lounger on her patio before taking a
few sips from the glass of fresh orange juice on the table beside
her. She picked up her sunglasses from the table and, after
putting them on, resumed her reading from the large book on her
lap. Ann knew that if she wanted to become a teacher, she would
have to make sacrifices. Although lounging in the garden on this
exceptionally hot day WAS a sacrifice, in a way, she told
herself. For Ann could have been with her parents, who were
staying over at an uncle's house on the other side of the state.
But Ann knew that she was getting behind in her studies due to
the amount of time she seemed to be spending baby sitting the
children next door. She had seen the two boys, Chad and Chucky,
helping their father load the car with fishing equipment this
morning. Much as Ann liked Amy, she hoped she wouldn't do one of
her impromptu visits and interrupt her studying.

You're supposed to be catching up on your reading, Ann told
herself sternly, as she stopped her idle twiddling of one of the
buttons that ran down the front of her navy dress. Applying
herself to the task she had set for herself, Ann resumed her
reading of possibly the most dryly written book she had ever
seen. A combination of the heat and the uninteresting book caused
Ann's eyes to keep partly closing. Eventually the words on the
page blurred for the final time, as the book slid from her hands
and into her lap.

Amy and her similarly aged friend Louise pulled themselves high
enough up the fence to peek at Ann. The two girls were both
blonde, but Amy had her hair in a pony tail, as opposed to
Louise's, which hung long and loose. Both girls were dressed
basically the same as well, in denim shorts and T-shirts. Except
that Amy's shirt was pink as opposed to the white for Louise.
Their shorts were different in that Louise's wore a neat new
pair, as opposed to Amy's, which were a pair she had created
herself from a pair of jeans. Neither girl wore anything on their
feet.

"Mom told me that if Ann was studying we had to go straight back
home and not disturb her," said Amy. "She hasn't gone away with
her parents because she wants the time to catch up on some
reading."

"She can't be doing much studying now," observed Louise. "The
book isn't even open, perhaps she's just sunbathing."

"I think she's asleep," said Amy. "Let's go and see."

When the two girls got close to Ann they could indeed see her
closed eyes above her sunglasses, which had slipped down her
nose.

In her dream two young disembodied voices seemed to be talking
nearby.

"You're right about her dressing funny," said an unfamiliar
female voice. "Imagine how hot it must be, sunbathing in a dress
as long as that."

"Especially with pantyhose and a slip as well as her underwear
underneath," said a different female voice.

"A slip as well? You can't know that!"

"Probably a full length one at that," answered the familiar
voice, with a giggle. "And I can prove it."

Ann's dream faded as she slipped back into a deeper sleep.

"She looks so peaceful. It seems a shame to wake her up," said
Louise softly. "Just for you to prove a point."

"Who said I was going to wake her up," whispered Amy. "We can
just have a quick peek."

Louise looked in surprise at Amy. "But you'll have to unbutton
her dress to see what is under it."

"Only a couple near the bottom," said Amy. "As I told you
earlier, me and the boys have done far funnier things than that
to Ann."

Louise said with concern, "But what will you say if she wakes
up?"

"Being as it needs a careful touch, we could say we were playing
a new version of Kerplunk."

Amy had to clamp her hand over Louise's mouth to block her
giggles. "Sssh. I won't even get one undone without waking her,
with you laughing like a jackass."

When Louise finally could speak again she said impishly, "Can I
have a turn as well?"

Ann's dress, which had 12 buttons running down the front, now
only had 8 still fastened as the girls stood up. They had folded
the bottom of her dress over to reveal the bright white slip with
its lace trimmed hem.

"I can see her slip now," said Louise. "But that doesn't prove
it's a full length one. We can only see the bottom part."

"Louise. You can be such a nit piker at times."

"If you're sure she won't mind," said Louise, with a broad smile.
"We could carry on Kerplunking her buttons."

This time it was Louise who clamped her hand over Amy's mouth.

The two girls knelt down one on each side of Ann and took it in
turns to undo a button.

When they had undone another two, each of them folded the dress
wider open. They could now see that the slip had a lacy bodice
and was, as Amy had predicted, a full slip, not a half. They
decided that they would finish the game by unbuttoning the dress
completely.

"Her panties are putting me off," whispered Louise. "I can see
them through her slip and they are HUGE."

Despite the distraction, Louise undid the next button without Ann
waking up. When all the buttons were undone, the girls pulled
Ann's dress as far open as possible. This exposed her bra straps,
which sat at an odd angle compared to the straps of her slip. The
girls stood up and, after sharing the rest of Ann's juice, Amy
suggested how they could wake Ann up.

After their friendly fight over who would be controlling the jet
of water, Amy and Louise were soaked through. As a compromise Amy
said Louise could operate the hose. But Amy said she would hold
up Ann's slip so the first jet must be accurate.

Ann had never been woken with such a shock in all her life as
when Louise directed the jet of cold water into her crotch. She
just couldn't believe at first what was happening. But as she
realized it was Amy holding up her slip for the unknown girl to
direct the water, a perverse normality seemed to prevail. Even
the fact that she could see her dress was undone, now didn't seem
exceptional. If anything, the water playing onto her crotch was
starting to gently arouse her.

"We thought you were overcome with heat stroke!" shouted Amy.

"Heat stroke?" said Ann in surprise.

"She seems to be okay, Louise," said Amy. "You can turn off the
hose."

While Louise went off to turn off the tap, Ann started to fasten
her dress.

"We tried unbuttoning your dress first, to try and cool you
down," explained Amy.

"I'm going indoors for a towel," said Ann. "I suppose you two
want one as well."

"Some of that orange juice would be nice," said Louise cheekily.

Ann dashed upstairs to get some towels, leaving the girls in the
kitchen. Ann stripped off her wet clothes in the bathroom and
wrapped herself in the biggest towel she could find. When she
arrived back in the kitchen with another two towels, the girls
were already sitting naked at her kitchen table.

"I see you've found the orange juice," said Ann.

"And the cookies," smiled Amy.

With all three of them now dressed in towels, Ann said, "I'm
going to pop back upstairs and put some clothes on."

"We want to help you get dressed in something nice," said Amy.

"Like a pair of diapers," said Louise, giggling.

Ann suddenly felt a shiver as she saw the two girls wink at each
other.

Amy and Louise followed Ann up the stairs and into her bedroom.
They were amazed at how tidy her room was. The pink bedspread
that matched the pink curtains seemed almost surreal. Amy ran her
finger along the rack of CDs that were carefully arranged in
alphabetical order.

"I haven't heard of any of these," said Amy. "When did Back or
Beat Haven last have a hit record?"

"Not very recently," admitted Ann, with a faint smile.

Amy decided that B was far enough and turned her attention to
Ann's large full bookcase, which was also arranged
alphabetically.

"You seem to really like fat books," said Amy. "You can't have
read all of them. Nobody can have read this many fat books."

"I use them for my studying," said Ann, quietly. "I need to
complete a great deal of important reading if I'm to be
successful at teacher training."

"A teacher!!" sneered Amy and Louise together.

Ann instantly regretted revealing her hoped-for career.

"Perhaps," said Louise, jumping onto Ann's bed, "she's going to
be something good like a gym teacher." Louise started to bounce
up and down. "Watch me do a forward roll on your trampoline,
teacher."

Louise was quite good on the trampoline at school. But at school
she wasn't distracted by her towel being pulled off by Amy on the
final bounce before her forward roll. Amy burst out laughing as
Louise, who was now naked, pitched forward and banged her head on
the padded headboard. Louise, in retaliation, grabbed hold of one
of Ann's pillows and threw it at Amy, who ducked smartly
underneath. Louise grabbed another pillow, and decided her
chances of hitting Amy would be higher if she kept hold of the
pillow. Holding the pillow by two of the corners, Louise hit Amy
on top of the head. The two girls, both on their knees, started
an evenly matched pillow fight on Ann's bed. As Ann tried to
intervene, Amy released Ann's towel to leave her naked. Ann's
priority was now to cover her exposed body, but as she bent down
to pick up the towel....

"Leave it off," said Amy, her foot firmly standing on the towel.

Ann felt the butterflies of fear and excitement, that she always
got when she knew Amy was preparing to humiliate her.

"It's time for me and Louise to dress you correctly," said Amy
firmly. "And that's not as a prim and proper teacher."

'Excellent!" said Louise, fixing her own towel in place. "For
once the students get to dress the teacher how they want!"

Ann breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly opened her underwear
drawer and whipped out a pair of white baggy panties.

"They aren't suitable," said Amy. "You can't have panties that
look like you bought them at an antique show!"

"What difference does it make," Ann answered. "After all, no one
will see them!" Amy and Louise just looked at each other and
giggled.

Ann tried to cover her nakedness as best she could, with one hand
covering her pubic hair, her fingers resting against her slit.
Her other arm was sitting across her breasts to conceal them as
much as possible. Ann looked on despondently as Amy started to
rummage through her underwear drawer.

"Nothing of any use amongst these," said Amy as she rejected
another six pairs of panties by throwing them onto the floor.

"Why do you own so much underwear?" Louise asked, as she wiggled
her bare toes amongst the underwear on the floor.

Amy butted in before Ann could answer. "All the better to
embarrass her with! We're always playing games in which Ann ends
up in her underwear, so she needs plenty of bras and panties and
slips so I won't get bored."

"That's not true!" protested Ann. "And don't end your sentences
with prepositions!"

Amy continued digging through the drawer, the rejected panties
covering the floor in an arc around her. Finally Amy held up in
triumph a dainty pair of pink panties, with just a front and rear
panel and nothing at the flanks except the thin lace waistband.

"Not your usual style," said Amy, stretching the waistband tight
as she held them against Ann, who had felt compelled to remove
her hand from between her legs.

"Totally unsuitable for a teacher," added Louise.

Ann had already known in her heart that when Amy came to them,
that they would be the ones that she would pick.

"I was in a hurry," mumbled Ann, "and I just grabbed them off a
bargain table without thinking."

Louise bent down to inspect the panties closely. "I thought you
picked them to match your curtains." Louise thought for a moment.
"Or did you lift your skirt in the department store and ask for
curtains to match your panties?"

Amy thought this sounded like a brilliant idea. "I'm going to get
Ann some underwear for her birthday," she said. "Then we can
change her bedroom color scheme to match."

Ann could easily envisage being dragged around the mall, her head
bent down in shame, with Amy gleefully lifting Ann's skirt to
show the color that their purchases should be.

"Young ladies studying to be teachers," said Ann, "do not
jeopardize their careers visiting shopping malls and revealing
their underwear. I intend to be a teacher someday, and there are
certain standards of decorum, of deportment...."

"When you're a teacher, I will dress you for work each day," said
Amy, firmly. "On your first day you will wear a white blouse and
a black skirt --"

"That sounds nice," interrupted Ann.

"As I was saying," continued Amy. "And underneath your white
blouse you will wear a black bra, and the skirt will be so short
that it won't cover your stocking tops and garter straps."

"All the boys will love a teacher who dresses like that!" smiled
Louise.

"Girls! I can't believe you know about things like garter belts!"
exclaimed Ann, looking shocked. "OK, the skirt and blouse may be
all right, but the underwear you propose is totally
inappropriate! Besides, I don't think that those many years in
the future you will still be dressing me."

"Still?" questioned Louise.

"It was just once," said Ann hesitantly. "I let Amy dress me
once. We were in the mall and..."

"Next time Louise can come with us," said Amy. "You would like
that, wouldn't you, Louise."

"Next time!" exclaimed Ann, looking at Louise, who was nodding in
approval.

"Anyway," said Amy, "as a teacher you shouldn't be telling fibs,
saying it was only once. How about the picnic, and the time you
pretended you were a baby. You are the best dress-up doll a girl
ever had!"

"All right, you have dressed me before. I'm getting goose bumps
standing here looking like this, so can we please get this over
with!"

"Teacher, you ended a sentence with a preposition!" scolded Amy.
"Now let's get your panties on."

Reasoning that anything would be better than nakedness, Ann
extended her hand toward the skimpy panties that Amy was still
holding.

"Naughty dress up doll!" said Amy, swiftly moving the panties
behind her back. "Dress up dolls don't dress themselves."

"Sorry," said Ann, meekly.

"I want to be the one who puts the panties on your dress up
doll!" said Louise, snatching the dangling panties from Amy's
hand.

"Only if you put them on nice and tight," said Amy, sternly.
"Nothing looks worse than a dress up doll in baggy panties."

Louise bent down and spread the waistband of the panties out for
Ann to step into. Ann had some difficulty with the balancing of
one leg as the excitement of the humiliation was now starting to
send shivers through her insides.

Louise is certainly taking Amy at her word, thought Ann, as she
involuntarily gasped as the panties sunk deep into the divide
between her legs. Louise stepped back as Amy checked the panties'
tension, before nodding her head in approval.

"Not bad for a first timer," said Amy, grinning broadly. " I
might even let you fit her bra as well." Amy looked at Ann, who
had her head slightly bowed. "There is a matching bra as well,
isn't there?"

"I could wear one of my other ones if we can't find it," replied
Ann hopefully.

"Or not one at all," threatened Amy.

Louise, eager to continue the dress up doll game, tipped over
Ann's bra drawer and dumped them all on the floor.

"Found it," said Louise, holding the pink bra aloft. Louise
looked at the bra and then at Ann. "Ann's breasts can't all fit
in there," Louise said, as she pushed her fist into one of the
bra cups. "They'll be hardly covered at all."

Ann, who had tried on the bra once, before pushing it to the back
of her bra drawer, already knew this to be true. She shuddered as
she remembered how the pink bra pushed her breasts upward in
support but left her nipples exposed. Not much better than no bra
at all, she thought.

While Louise was dressing Ann in her bra, Amy was loudly
expressing her disapproval of the contents of Ann's closet.
Suddenly she let out a squeal of delight as she found Ann's rack
of forgotten pre-teen outfits.

"Catholic schoolgirl, sweet mini length float dresses, little
denim skirts and dresses," giggled Amy. "I'm spoilt for choice
now, you look so cute in any of them."

"An embarrassment of riches," said Louise.

"T-t-that stuff," stuttered Ann, "is from my elementary school
days. It won't fit me properly now."

"I know it won't," laughed Amy. "But it will all be the perfect
length for your new look."

Amy picked a little flowered smock-frock with an embroidered lace
collar as Ann's first outfit.

"Kneel down and put your arms straight up in the air and hold
your breath," ordered Amy, firmly.

Ann hesitantly sank to her knees and extended her arms upward.
Amy backed up a few feet with a faint smile. "You'll have to be
closer to me than that," she said.

Ann, not bothering to stand back up, shuffled towards Amy, who
looked on with a self-satisfied smile.

Amy placed the dress on Ann's raised arms, teasing it down until
Ann's head emerged at the collar. As Ann stood up she assisted
Amy in pulling the hem down -- but to Ann's dismay it came to a
halt above her panty waistband. Moreover, the dress was not
designed for anyone with breasts, so the front top of the dress
was pushed out and up. This shaped the bottom of the dress in an
upside-down 'U' at the front, which exposed her navel and bare
midriff. Not that the back was much better, for her pink pantied
bottom was on full display.

Ann tried to pull the hem down lower, hoping to get the dress to
cover her panties. All she succeeded in doing was attracting a
stern rebuke from Amy.

'Stop trying to stretch it," said Amy, as she gave Ann a light
smack on the back of her hand. "Me and Louise want our dress up
doll to be showing her panties."

"It's a pity your little brothers aren't home," grinned Louise.
"We could have shown them how we've dressed their sitter."

"Instead of being a teacher," said Amy, "Ann could become a
full-time baby sitter. Think of all the kids who would bond with
a sitter who dressed like a girl their own age."

Desperate to do something productive, Ann started to tidy her
room by packing her scattered underwear back into their drawers.
Louise and Amy watched, laughing, as Ann crawled around the floor
with her pink pantied bottom high in the air.

"You can visit my room next, and clean it up, dressed like that,"
suggested Louise.

Amy nodded her head enthusiastically. "And mine and the boys!
When you are not employed baby-sitting, you could have another
career as an underwear model who goes door-to-door and scrubs
floors."

"She'll even do windows!" grinned Louise.

"We'll sell tickets!" added the entrepreneurial Amy. "Louise
could take your bookings for you."

"I suppose you'll be taking the profits, Amy" jested Louise.

"Only to spend it on more underwear for Ann."

"If," said Louise looking thoughtful, "we charged enough for her
baby-sitting, she would leave her underwear behind, as souvenirs
for the children."

"They could pin them to the wall of their rooms, with the
pictures of Ann that we have taken."

"Signed by us all!"

Ann sat back on her haunches, hoping the damp spot in her crotch
wouldn't be noticed by the girls. Why am I feeling so excited?
she asked herself over and over again.

"Pity," said Amy, with a tinge of sadness, "that we haven't a
camera here now."

Ann glanced across her dressing table, hoping that she had been
as tidy as the girls believed. Her face dropped as she saw her
recently purchased disposable camera sitting prominently on her
dressing table. Amy had seen the change in Ann's expression and
moved towards where Ann was looking.

"We can borrow Ann's," Amy beamed. "You don't mind, so you Ann?"

"I was going to use it to take some pictures of the garden,"
mumbled Ann, as if her intentions still mattered.

"We won't use it up," said Amy. "We'll leave you a few for your
garden pictures."

Ann shuddered, as the camera was still in its blister pack with
the sticker, TAKES 36 PICTURES, emblazoned across it.

"We'll take a dozen of you in that outfit!" said Amy excitedly,
while tearing the camera from its packet.

Amy and Louise directed Ann into various parts of her bedroom.
There were pictures of her kneeling on the bed. Pictures of her
with her pink curtains in the background. Some were even taken
kneeling on the floor with all her underwear, which the girls had
taken back out of the drawers, piled around her. Satisfied that
they had pictures of Ann from every side, Amy decided it was time
that Ann had a change of outfit.

Amy was standing on the bed as Ann sat on its edge.

"It's time to undress you. Arms up!" said Amy.

Ann obliged, and even lifted her bottom off the bed slightly to
facilitate the dress's removal, a poignant gesture considering
that the dress was so short that she was sitting on just her
panties. But when the pulled-up dress was totally covering Ann's
face, Amy stopped tugging.

"It's stuck!" cried Amy, yanking the dress.

So now Ann was sitting there in just her bra and panties with her
dress pulled over her head and arms. Bunching up the hem with one
hand, Amy took the rubber band from her hair with the other and
used it to secure the fabric so that after curving around Ann's
arms it tapered off above her head. Amy then ordered Ann to stand
up straight.

"Louise, what does Ann look like now?" chuckled Amy.

Louise looked at Ann thoughtfully before bursting out laughing.
"I know! A tulip!"

"Ann, you make such a pretty flower bulb," agreed Amy.

"But I don't think I've ever see a stem with tits," laughed
Louise.

Amy raised the camera to take a picture of Ann, when Louise
stopped her.

"Tulips aren't an indoor plant," said Louise, grinning broadly.
"We should take these pictures in the garden."

Amy greeted this idea with enthusiasm, unlike Ann, who shivered
from head to toe at the thought of her escalating humiliation.

To go into the garden, Amy and Louise selected from Ann's
pre-teen clothes. Amy put on the denim dress, while Louise opted
for a blue float dress with a sailor suit collar. Amy, because
she saw them first, put on a small pair of white cotton panties.
The panties had been hanging on the same hanger as the Catholic
school outfit. Louise, who realized that none of Ann's current
panties would fit her, looked envious as Amy pulled up the cotton
panties.

Louise led Ann out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Ann
stiffened as she felt the slight breeze from the opened kitchen
door. Gingerly she stepped down the harsh concrete tread before
her feet reached the grass. Ann hoped that the pictures would be
taken now and that she would soon be back indoors. Amy though had
other ideas: she wanted Ann to actually be standing on tip toe in
the flower bed. Ann felt her insides tie themselves into knots as
she knew that the overlooking houses were visible from the flower
beds. Her only hope was that no one would be looking out the
window.

Ann could now feel through her bare feet that she was on the dirt
of the flower bed. She heard Amy's slightly muffled voice asking
her to stand on tip toe. Ann swayed slightly on the rough earth
as she posed just as Amy had instructed. Ann continued to stand
in the bed, worried that the girls had left her alone as she
could no longer hear them.

Ann visibly jumped as Amy started to giggle beside her.

"Stand perfectly still," said Amy. "Louise is about to prune
you."

"What do you mean! Prune me!" exclaimed Ann.

"We can't see our tulip's stem properly, so Louise is going to
trim off the top layer."

Ann flinched slightly as she felt something metal slide against
her shoulder.

"Off with her bra!" shouted Amy, sounding like a parody of the
Queen in Alice in Wonderland.

Ann felt her bra fall away as Louise closed the jaws of the
garden shears onto the flimsy straps.

"We want our tulip's stem to be bare for our photos," said
Louise, as she slid the garden shears up Ann's thighs. Ann gasped
as she felt one side of her panties released. The other side
quickly followed, allowing the panties to float gracefully to the
ground.

"Should I trim this?" said a giggling Louise, as she positioned
the blades to engulf the unseeing Ann's pubic hair.

Before Amy could stop laughing enough to answer, Louise closed
the jaws.

"You didn't, did you?" whispered Amy, with a trace of
uncertainty.

"Maybe a few of the longer ones," said Louise softly, as the two
girls crouched down, with their faces inches from Ann's crotch.

Louise and Amy's attention were diverted away from Ann's pubic
hair by the rattling from the gate at the rear of the garden.

The two young girls rushed towards the gate, only to be
confronted by the elderly but still formidable Ms. Harris-Sweeney
coming through.

Ms. Harris-Sweeney, who was dressed in a light blue long skirt
and white blouse, addressed the girls in short clipped sentences.

"Tried front. Looking for Ann," she said, as she checked the
security of her hair bun.

"She was here," said Amy vaguely, "but I'm not sure she still
is."

"I'll look myself."

Before Amy and Louise could stop her, Ms. Harris-Sweeney was
briskly striding, by chance, directly towards the unknowing Ann.

"What on earth is that?" shouted Ms. Harris-Sweeney, pointing
towards Ann and looking down at Amy and Louise.

The rest of my life is ruined, thought Ann sadly, as she
recognized the frightening voice of Ms. Harris-Sweeney.

"Ann dressed as a tulip," said Amy proudly.

'Don't be insolent!"

"It's true," said Louise. "We were playing a game."

"Game!!" roared Ms. Harris-Sweeney, so loudly that all three
girls jumped. "Get that ridiculous thing off her head! Now!"

"It's her old float dress," muttered Amy, "as her petals."

Ms. Harris-Sweeney bent down towards Amy, who couldn't take her
eyes from the hairy wart on the end of Ms. Harris-Sweeney's nose.
"Are you being insolent again?" she shouted, spraying spittle
into Amy's face.

"No!" said Amy defiantly, but her brazenness was undone by her
fearful step back.

Amy grabbed Louise by the hand and they both trotted briskly over
to Ann.

"Who is that old dragon?" whispered Amy, as she and Louise tried
to tug the dress over Ann's head.

"That old dragon, as you put it," whispered Ann, "is Ms.
Harris-Sweeney, who is going to be writing THE letter that gets
me to teacher training college."

"Oh dear!" said Amy, genuinely concerned.

Ann knew that Ms. Harris-Sweeney couldn't tolerate any delays and
that her temper reached boiling point in seconds.

"I don't care how much you damage the dress," said Ann. "Rip it
to shreds if you want. So long as you get me out of here."

Louise grabbed the shears that were still nearby, and cut the
dress as near Ann's throat as she dared. Amy tore the dress the
rest of the way, freeing Ann to stand naked before her grand
inquisitor.

"About time!" snorted Ms. Harris-Sweeney.

Ann stood behind Amy and Louise for concealment as Ms.
Harris-Sweeney glared at them angrily from the edge of the
flowerbed.

"This!" said Ms. Harris-Sweeney, holding up a large buff-colored
envelope, "is no longer needed. I wouldn't recommend you as a
baby sitter, never mind a teacher."

Ann watched in horror as Ms. Harris-Sweeney tore the envelope
into the smallest pieces possible.

"I think you're a brilliant baby sitter," whispered Amy.

"So do I," agreed Louise.

Amy and Louise touched a nerve with Ann, who suddenly felt her
eyes fill with tears.

"Are you listening to me, Ann?" demanded Ms. Harris-Sweeney.

"Yes, Ms.," answered Ann.

"I think that what you need is some good old fashioned
discipline."

Ms. Harris-Sweeney strode across to Ann and grabbed her by the
ear. Ann, protesting in vain, found herself dragged towards the
patio. Amy and Louise tagged along at a safe distance. On
reaching the patio, Ms. Harris-Sweeney sat down and dragged Ann
across her lap.

"This is how we handled undisciplined girls my younger days."

Amy and Louise watched in disbelief as Ms. Harris-Sweeney started
to administer a spanking to Ann's upturned bare bottom. Ann felt
so humiliated as a seventeen-year-old adult being treated in such
a demeaning way.

"Now let that be a lesson to you," said Ms. Harris-Sweeney as she
let Ann up after six smacks.

"It will be," said Ann, sobbing softly.

"And what's this!" shouted Ms. Harris-Sweeney, pointing to a wet
patch on the front of her own skirt.

"It must be from between my legs," mumbled Ann, smearing her
tears across her face.

"From where we soaked her with a hose," lied Amy.

"I knew she hadn't dried herself properly," added Louise.

Ms. Harris-Sweeney glared at all three of them but reluctantly
gave Ann the benefit of the doubt.

"After your discipline I think you need to consider your future,"
said Ms. Harris-Sweeney. "Now go and stand in the corner of the
garden and think seriously about what you're going to do with the
rest of your life. Standing in flowerbeds virtually naked,
pretending to be a tulip, is NOT acceptable behavior."

Ann, still sobbing slightly, went to stand in the corner of the
garden as instructed. As she stood vigorously rubbing her sore
reddened bottom, her inner thighs started to feel wet.

I was told to stand in the corner of the garden, she thought. Ann
inched closer to the small tree in the very corner. Finally she
stood with her legs astride to allow the trunk to be in contact
with her pubic hair. Ann leant back slightly so that the trunk
touched her slit. Ann could see that no one was looking at her.
Perhaps she was to be ignored by them all, as part of Ms.
Harris-Sweeney's punishment.

Ann slowly and discreetly gyrated her thighs to stimulate her
excited slit. Ann wanted to hug the tree and thrust her crotch as
hard as possible against the harsh bark. Dare I, she thought, as
she again looked towards the patio.

Ann's deep need for her sexual desire to be sated took control.
Fuck Ms. Harris-Sweeney! she thought, as she put one arm around
the tree. "Fuck the teacher training college," she said aloud.
Ann now had both arms hugging the tree trunk, her bottom rotating
in a steady circular motion. Faster and faster, harder and
harder, Ann's thrusting reached fever pitch as she felt that all
her frustrations were about to be released. With her face pushed
firmly into the tree, she quivered to a shuddering climax.
Following the release came her familiar feelings of guilt and
potential discovery. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the
three occupants on the patio were unmoved.

But unknown to Ann a nearby pair of bedroom curtains were
twitching.

"Fuck me!" said the male curtain twitcher. "I'm going to see
about getting one of those horny bitches for my garden!"



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