"NOT ANOTHER WORD!" (a short story) It was hard to believe! Her last year of High School! Donna Pularski came home Friday afternoon at 5:00pm. Already the first month of school was over! She was anxious to get ready for her date! Her mom greeted her at the door. "Mr. Baines called this afternoon," she said, somewhat calmly. !-------THUD!--------! Donna's heart stopped! Mr. Baines was the principal at the school! .......He did NOT call often! Mrs. Pularski looked at her daughter and her beet red face! She knew. "Yes..........He said you were absent today....and Wednesday.......and went home Tuesday after second hour because you were 'sick'!" she spat out the words. "Seems your good friends Pam Davis and Jane Kirby were also 'sick'!" "DO YOU THINK WE ARE STUPID!" she yelled at the top of her lungs! (This was BAD! Donna worried to herself!) "Get 'em off and get downstairs! ..........over Godzilla!" Mrs. Pularski screamed! (OH NO! Donna gulped but didn't say a word...this was REAL BAD!) "Godzilla" was the nick name the family used for the monstrosity of an arm chair that her Dad bought at a charity auction. It was fabric padded and almost two people could sit in it. Mom and Dad fought over it. Mrs. Pularski could barely move it to vacuum. She wanted it out! But Dad prevailed.....as always. There was nothing worse than being over "Godzilla"! You were stripped naked and tied! Only twice before had it ever happened to her. Once last year, when she took the car without permission, and damaged the whole front end. The other, three years ago for getting caught smoking. Maybe she thought, even though she wanted to protest being stripped...... .....after all she was 18!........that she should just take it, get it over with before Dad came home, and...... MAYBE.....get to go out tonight! She went downstairs to the rec room, followed by her mother. Without too many words, she gathered up her courage and took off all her clothes while her Mother watched! GOD! she felt so embarrassed being treated like a child! She literally had to hop up over the back of the mammoth chair. Her feet dangled. Her mother tied her wrists to the heavy arms. Then felt her legs being pulled apart and tied to the heavy rear legs. She just sort of balanced with her tummy on the back of the chair. Arms stretched out and feet tied wide and off the floor. "You are now going to tell me what you and your friends did when you ditched school!" her mom yelled. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Her heavy hand descended rapidly before Donna could even reply! "By the way........I called Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Kirby and already got the "story"! You better make it good!" She was in a fury! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Donna felt the heat in her bottom, but it wasn't too bad. The truth was best she thought. "OHHHH! PLEASE STOP!" Donna yelled, trying to sound more hurt than she actually was. "We just met a couple of guys and rode around in their car! That's all! I swear it!" she added, somewhat convincingly. Mrs. Pularski was not convinced. Just then her 16 year old younger brother Michael, and his two friends Bill and Keith, burst in the front door, joking and yelling like animals, and shot right down to the rec room! "Oh........sorry Mom," he apologized, looking at his nude sister! "We were just going to play some computer games," he finished......staring! "Michael......go upstairs and get my........" Mrs. Pularski started to say...... "GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!" Donna screamed when she realized who was there. She could not see too well behind her. "GET THE FUCK.......out of......."Donna stopped in mid sentence. OOOPS!........TOO LATE! The "F" word was out of her mouth! You could hear a pin drop. Mrs. Pularski DESPISED crude language! "WHAT!!!!!!! HOW DARE YOU TALK THAT WAY IN THIS HOUSE!" Mrs. Pularski shrieked! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! her Mom went crazy spanking her with her open hand....... ........while the mesmerized boys watched!! "AAAAARRRGHHHHHH!!!" Donna screamed at the stinging hand! "PLEASE........I'M SORRY......PLEASE SEND THE BOYS AWAY!!! she begged. At 16, Bill was Michael's age, that was bad enough! but Keith was a senior and in four of her classes! "I SHOULD THINK NOT!" she shouted back at her daughter. "Why should they be forced out of their play area because of YOU!" she added. "Michael, as I was saying, before being so CRUDELY interrupted........Go get my HAIRBRUSH!" Michael needed no encouragement. He was up and back down the stairs with the brush like a rifle shot! "You boys go play your games! I have some WORK to do!" Mrs. Pularski ordered. The boys sat around the computer, only about 10 feet away from "Godzilla." They could see.......and hear......EVERYTHING! "SPLAT!........the brush came down on Donna's bare cheeks! "YEOOOOOOOOW!" she screamed and kicked, drawing the few inches of slack rope taut. "SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! over and over the brush swatted the now flaming red cheeks! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT SPLAT!......they came faster and harder.... ...more rhythm in the swing. "AGGGGGGGHHH!! NO MOOOOORE! SPLAT! SPLAT!...........SPLAT! SPLAT! ......she was pausing.....letting the sting travel! The boys more often than not, turned from the computer and watched wide eyed. As the big chair was only a foot from the wall, their view was from the side. They could see Donna's head and face rise and scream. Her full breasts were hanging down. Mrs. Pularski was laying on the strokes like a mad woman! She finally stopped, breathing heavily. Donna was screaming her head off! "Now.....Miss Priss.......You will stay like this till your FATHER comes home!" she panted out the words. "And NOT ONE WORD FROM YOU!" she added. "BUT MOM! HE WON'T BE HOME FOR AN HOUR!" Donna wailed! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! the brush crashed down and Donna WAILED! "I SAID: NOT ONE WORD!" Mrs. Pularski again shrieked! "PLEASE!" Donna begged, "AT LEAST SEND THE BOYS AWAY!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! the hairbrush bit into the tortured globes! Donna could barely speak. She just jumped and twitched as if electrocuted!!! Even after the brush stopped, she still bucked and rocked on the chair! "ANY THING MORE TO SAY?.......(silence)......WELL? (not a word).........GOOD!.......I have to fix your father's dinner now," Mrs. Pularski stated as she walked up the stairs. They boys could hear the pots and pans banging around upstairs in the kitchen. They smiled to each other and walked over.....behind the chair. "Oh my," Michael chided. They really were quite shocked! Donna's ass looked like someone had painted it red! A mass of red flesh, a few purple marks, welts from the oblong shape of the brush....and hand prints! Michael knelt down next to his sister and whispered to her: "Remember when you told Dad about my smoking last week and he whalloped me? Just over my jeans though, not on my bare ass like yours! But you shouldn't have told!" he taunted her. (HE'S RIGHT! Donna reasoned. Why was SHE getting it bare and not HIM!) "Your nose is full of snot and your mascara is all runny! "You don't want Keith to see you like this do you?" he wiped her face with a Kleenex. "But Keith isn't looking at your face. He and Bill are kneeling down behind you. You know what they're looking at?" he gleefully smiled as she raised her head up in shock! "NOT A WORD!" he reminded, as her mouth opened to speak........or scream! "We can see everything you know. Your cute little ass all red. Your pussy peeking through.....and, oh yeah, your little brownie!" Michael chuckled and teased her. Donna lowered her head......thoroughly shamed! She could hear them giggling behind her, but could not see them. She strained and tried to close her legs.....impossible!!! Bill, always a bit more daring, touched one bottom cheek! "OOOOOOOO! IT'S HOT!" he mused! She felt other hands touch her inflamed cheeks and she squirmed. "Nnnnngggnnooooo," she implored "AH......AH.......NOT A WORD!" Michael shook his finger at her. They became bolder and poked at her cheeks here and there. Bill slid a finger between her cheeks and touched her anus! "Mmmmmnnngggnnn," Donna gasped and jumped. Seeing that she was going to stay quiet, Bill teased at the little hole again! leaving his finger there and rubbing the contracting pucker! The cheeks quivered and the legs strained, protesting the rude touch! He continued to tickle it and they giggled as she twisted and tried to move her hips to avoid the insult! "Nnnnn....Nnnnn.....Nnnnn....." she mewed and twisted. The finger touched the little piece of skin between her holes and scratched it! She jumped and the ropes creaked! The boys giggled softly. The finger left her and she sighed. Her body raised and fell in rhythmic heavy breathing. THEN! SHE FELT IT! The finger teasing apart the folds of her slit! No way could she see behind her. She could only FEEL the finger worm its way inside! Her reflexes took over and she strained against the ropes with all her might! The finger KNEW what to do! It stroked her clit back and forth!!!!! More soft giggles! The finger seemed to take particular delight in snapping at her clit with its nail....over and over. "nooooooo....nmmmm......" she whispered as the finger flipped the soft morsel to hardness. She relaxed and contracted as the finger stroked her to arousal. Donna seethed through clenched teeth as the pleasure raced up her body. Her breasts swelled and the nipples erected....they throbbed in time to her temples......pounding. "Agghhhhh....ooo..ohhhhh......" the sounds of passion moaned. A boy whispered. Unseen hands reached around and pinched her nipples lightly. Then pulled, twisted and rolled them, as the whisper continued. The finger continued. She could feel an orgasm boiling inside.....churning.... ....as her clit was rolled and rubbed. Two new fingers slid up her channel while the clit was still being tormented. They opened up like a pair of scissors, then closed, and started a slow piston like movement.....sliding in and out. "MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNGGHH!" she panted out. The boys smiled as they watched her squirm. She tried to hold on, to save herself from the embarrassment of cumming before the boys. But the teasings were too much.......she felt herself slip from the edge and fall into the chasm of bliss!!! "AAAGGHHHMMMMMMmmmmmmmm," she grunted, as the climax reached her every pore! They whispered again and someone wiped her wet sex lips and legs roughly with a cold moist cloth. Then pulled apart her bottom cheeks and wiped at her anus! They giggled again. They spent quite some time teasing the crinkled pucker, chuckling at her contortions to avoid their probes and touches! HONK! HONK! Michael smiled as he heard his father's familiar two taps of the horn announcing his arrival. "Daddy's home Donna," he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..........." she just groaned. ************************************************************************** ** "HONEY? I'M HOME! he shouted, PETE AND DAVE ARE WITH ME. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A COUPLE OF BEERS," he added from the landing just inside the front door. "Just a minute," Mrs. Pularski replied, and joined him on the landing and told him everything that happened and that Donna was down stairs......over "Godzilla". The heavy foot steps descending the stairs, shocked Donna out of her stupor. The boys were at the computer as if nothing happened when her Father.......and his two friends!......entered the room. "Well, Precious," he said as he stared at the reddened hind quarters, "looks like you really did it this time!" Donna hung her head, knowing what a sight she must be! "Me and the guys here, are going to have a beer, and then you're gonna get six with the strap! In the meantime, you better come up with some answers as to what you did while 'riding around' today!!" "Help me turn this chair around......too close to the wall for swinging," Mr. Pularski asked his two friends. The three men grunted and lifted the chair, with Donna in it, and placed it in the center of the room....her ass facing the window!! The picture window, with its adjacent slider windows, filled the center of the room with light. To make matters worse, Mr. Pularski flipped the light switch, and four 8 foot fluorescent tubes came to life! Donna cringed with new shame and embarrassment!!! "You boys want a beer too?" her Dad asked Michael and his friends. "YEAH! SURE!" they gleefully replied and left the computer and joined the "men" at "the bar!" "You going to break the State receiving record this year, Keith?" Mr. Pularski asked the tall boy, while passing out beers to all. He threw Keith his. "I hope so, sir. As long as Mike here keeps throwing it to me, I'll catch 'em!" Keith answered. (JESUS CHRIST! Donna thought to herself, Here I am tied over this fucking chair, displaying EVERYTHING I own, and these cocksuckers are talking about FOOTBALL!) "Keith got 27 campus request visits!" Michael exclaimed to his Dad! "REALLY! WOW THAT'S ALL RIGHT!" Mr. Pularski replied, "Any from......." "YEP!" Keith interrupted, knowing what was coming, "Going down to South Bend, next week!" High fives and yelling all around at Keith's up coming visit to Notre Dame! Donna closed her eyes! UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!!!!!! she thought. "Well it's time," Mr. Pularksi said, crushing his beer can and removing his wide leather belt. "I am sorry Precious, but it's gotta be done," he addressed his daughter. The men and boys watched.....fascinated!! WHACK!........the belt crossed both her cheeks! The sting was horrible! Like a hot iron! Her head snapped up and her mouth opened in a wordless shriek. WHACK!.......again the leather kissed the red cheeks. She started to shake.....no......vibrate!! Shaking like someone possessed! WHACK!...............WHACK!..........WHACK! "AGGGGHHHH........YEOOOOOOOWWW!....her shriek ripped the room......the cords in her neck standing out.......her whole body a mass of shudders. WHACK!............the final blow hit home. "ack...........ack.......ack......" she tried to scream but couldn't! NEVER! had she felt such a searing sting! "I'm sorry Darlin' " Mr. Pularski told her as he passed the belt back into the loops of his jeans, " I will listen to what you have to say after dinner......and it better be good." he added. "DINNER'S READY!!!" Mrs. Pularksi shouted from upstairs. "OK!" Mister yelled back, "Precious, I'll be down after dinner," he addressed his daughter, and they all filed out of the room, big shoes stomping up the stairs. Donna writhed in shame and agony. Surely her bottom was on fire! Ruined! forever! Keith was the last to leave. He went to Donna and raised her head and looked into her tear filled eyes. "You are a very brave girl," he smiled and kissed her hard on the mouth!! She fought at first, then in a second, kissed back! They held it for 10 seconds. Then Keith left the room. Donna gasped..........then breathed heavily.......alone in her misery. She could hear them upstairs eating and talking......every word. She heard her Mother ask her Father if he would drive her to the store to exchange some shoes after supper...it would only take a minute, she added. She heard her Father's agreement and his instructions to Michael. "Tell Donna I'll deal with her after I come home from the store. Meantime she stays like she is......she'll learn SOMETHING today." There was no such thing as "a minute" with her Mom in a store...it would take hours! She heard her parents leave the house........and the giggling boys coming down the stairs!!!!!!! ************************************************************************** [ END ] **************************************************************************