Insert for Julie’s Babysitting Disaster - Julie returns from the shops.

[Minnie Mouse]

Hi,

ValerianXIII has generously given me permission to take another stab at writing the 'missing" chapters in the superb Julie's Babysitting Disaster.

This follows the events after Julie leaves the store in Julie’s Big Day Out

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Julie looked out the window from the back seat. Her legs were still stinging from the slaps that Agatha had given her before she started to drive away.

Julie looked at her thin white legs with red hand marks on her thighs. She looked from her knees and followed her legs to the ridiculous cartoon print panties she was wearing. The leg holes had slightly ridden up as she had tried to avoid Agatha's slaps, exposing the crease between the top of her legs and her smooth shaven crotch. Her panties were slightly bunched revealing the beginning of her soft milky-white skin. The crotch of the panties clung to her slender female form. The girl-sized underwear hugging her slim, childlike body, enveloping her lower half, leaving little to the imagination.

Julie squirmed with embarrassment as she could clearly see the outline of her labia through the thin cotton. She gazed at the humiliating little girl panties that were painted over her under-developed body.

Julie looked at the growing number of goose bumps spreading across her thighs, as Agnes wound down the front passenger-side window letting the cold air rush across her.

Her gaze slid along her thighs towards and beyond her crotch and on to her slim, toned stomach.

She looked carefully at her tummy. She had always liked her slim stomach. She had enjoyed wearing cropped tops to show it off and to highlight her padded breasts.

She continued took at her tummy. She had an unobstructed view. Her tiny breasts did not impair her view. Instead they were squashed into her chest by the training bra. She shuddered as she recalled the number of shoppers in the queue that had seen her tiny, soft white mounds. She tensed up as she thought about her shaven crotch being seen by so many shoppers and staff, her tidy, little coin slot slit there for everyone to see.

She then thought about the crowd of rowdy teenagers that had seen her stripped of her dignity outside the shop, and how she had been hoisted in the air, her legs kicking out showing her most intimate of areas – her legs had been spread wide momentarily, trying to get away. The crowd had cheered and hollered as they saw her lips open.

How would she ever live this down?

What if one of her neighbours or work colleagues had been in the crowd or witnessed her humiliating enforced walk, bottom wobbling and stuck out as she was led to the car. Her car.
Tears welled up accompanied by a dread of her impending punishment when she returned home.

The car turned right. Julie was getting close to home. She slid further down the seat, hoping no one would spot her behind the tinted glass.

“Right Julie, yer gonna get yer butt tanned for making a show of us" growled Agatha, peering over her shoulder at the slender, under-developed young woman in the back seat. Julie noticed the tone of irritation in Agatha’s voice and observed Agatha’s tightening grip on the steering wheel, her thick fat fingers clenching the wheel, her powerful forearms bulging.

“If yer gonna make a show of us, yer gonna ‘ave ter pay the consequences" Agatha continued.

Julie squirmed.

Agnes turned suddenly and stared at Julie from the front passenger seat “we’ve been too soft on you. Your behaviour is deteriorating. I’m sick of your tantrums and showing off. Do you hear me?” Agnes asked, her voice rising in volume and threat.
Julie nodded meekly.

Julie barely saw a blur before feeling Agnes's large hand come down very heavily across both her slender thighs. “Don’t just sit there nodding, you silly little girl. I won’t stand for it”.

Julie was bawling, tears running down her cheeks. She could hear herself wailing and begging not to be punished as Agatha turned into her home road. Agnes’s response was to give Julie another heavy swipe to the tops of both thighs simultaneously. Julie screamed in pain and terror. She tried to put her hands over her thighs, but Agnes simply scooped her wrists into her left hand and continued to spank Julie's thighs from the front seat, as she twisted to face Julie. Julie continued to scream. She begged Agnes to stop but her words stuck in her throat as she gulped air in panic. Julie’s arms pulled with all their might, her thin arms flexing with the strain of trying to escape. Agnes easily held her wrists up as she continued to spank Julie’s thighs with her right hand.

Julie felt like a little girl. A toddler being easily restrained whilst writhing.

Julie continued to scream and wail before she realised that Agnes had stopped her assault. To her horror, Julie realised that the car had stopped a short distance from her house and that Agatha had opened all the windows from the dashboard control. Julie realised that her screams could be heard by her neighbours and a small crowd of neighbours had congregated at their front doors to see what was causing the din.

Agatha turned off the ignition and opened the driver's door. Julie looked in shocked as she saw a number of eyes locked on her. She desperately tried to composed herself.
The door next to Julie swung open. Agatha leant in and unbuckled Julie’s seat belt. Julie sat frozen to the spot. She looked at the increasing number of neighbours in their front gardens staring at her.
“Get out now, you naughty girl”. Julie pulled back and shook her head. “No. Please, no. Not here. Not like this. Can’t you drive five houses up and park in my driveway?” she gasped.

“Na, yer coming on yer walk of shame, little girl" Agatha replied testily. With that Agatha sharply pulled Julie out of the car. Julie stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, before being hoisted up by Agatha and then twisted around before Agatha turned and sat with her back to the car on the seat that Julie had been sitting. Agatha's feet were firmly planted on the pavement. She roughly jerked Julie’s slender body into the air and draped her over her large lap. Again Julie squirmed, her bottom shifting this way and that, her legs kicking out and her thin arms flexing to escape. Agatha held Julie down easily by placing her large left hand on Julie's back. She then proceeded to spank Julie in front of her neighbours.

Julie tried not to scream but the pain and humiliation were too much.

“Don’t you ever run off again and don’t you dare cause a scene by stripping off in public again" shouted Agatha as various neighbours shook their heads.

Agatha then pulled Julie up with her wrists pinned behind her and slapped Julie’s thighs.

Julie danced, hopping from one leg to another screaming. Agatha then stopped.

“You silly girl. You’ve done it again". Julie bent over slightly her head bowed and her wrists pinned tightly behind her back. She suddenly became aware of a warm sensation across her thighs and crotch. To her dismay she realised she had wet herself due to the pain and terror inflicted by her younger cousin.

“ewwe. You dirty little girl" shouted Agatha. You need to use the potty before l bathe you and get you to bed. Agatha gave Julie one more slap making her yelp and jump in the air. She then bent down, grabbed the hem of Julie's wet panties and slowly rolled them down Julie’s spindly legs, revealing her shaven crotch and her neat little slit.

“well, we may as well finish the job, shouted Agatha. With that she let go of Julie's wrists and pulled up her training bra over her head, before completely removing the garment, then making Julie step out of her wet and stained panties, before gripping her wrists behind her back again.

Julie realised her neighbours were watching the show. The 11 year old boy from across the road was pointing at her, jumping up and down laughing. His two older sisters looked aghast and whispered to each other, shaking their heads.

The dishy young man who Julie used to time her drive to work to coincide with his commute to work, just so she could flirt with him looked open mouthed. His athletic, young girlfriend smiled whilst openly videoing the scene on her phone.

“You are kidding, Ken. You think that that little girl is making a play for you? She hasn’t reached puberty. I don’t care how old she is, she looks like a little girl. A very flat and silly little girl" Julie heard the derisive comments. She reddened further and wondered how she could face her neighbours again- especially Ken, her secret neighbour-crush.

Julie scanned the street. She could see five other neighbours recording the scene with different levels of glee, amongst them 10 year old Liam and 11 year old Tracey who Julie had babysat just two weeks ago.

Julie desperately tried to escape but she only succeeded in writhing provocatively rotating her bottom half. Her tiny milk-white blancmange breasts wobbled slightly. She looked to her right to see Agnes videoing everything whilst cackling.

Agatha started to walk whilst continuing to grip Julie's hands behind her back, so that Julie was walked backwards behind Agatha revealing her slender, childlike body to everyone. Agatha made no attempt to hurry. Agnes whispered in Agatha's ear before both cousins started to laugh.

Two children ran up to Julie and openly videoed her shame, laughing at her “little body".

Agnes eventually stopped recording to open the door. She walked in. Agatha stopped. Julie tried to cover her shame but could only cross her legs in vain attempt to reclaim some semblance of modesty, and failing. Julie looked around desperately.
“Let me in. Please let me in" she begged. Agatha stood silently and impassively. A couple of minutes later Agnes returned with the red potty and placed it on front of Julie.

Agnes leaned over and whispered to Julie, “you’re going to sit on that potty and use it. You won’t be going anywhere until you do. So it’s 2 minutes or 2 hours with an audience. It’s up to you".
Julie was then scooped up by Agatha with her legs akimbo in the air and put on the potty with her wrists still pinned behind her back. Julie could hear laughter all around.

“Well she’s been brought down to earth and not a moment too soon" she heard one of her neighbours say

“Hey miss, why have you got no tits?” a young boy of 8 or 9 years old, asked Julie.

“Cos she’s jus' a little girl" replied Agatha

Julie squirmed with embarrassment.

“I can’t go" she cried.
"I course yer can" answered Agatha, letting go of Julie’s numb wrists and pulling her legs apart. With that Julie's muscles relaxed a little and she started to pee.

The crowd of neighbours and passers by started to clap.
“stand up Julie and dry yerself" said Agatha as she handed Julie some tissues.

“No I can’t. Please leave me alone". Agatha got up and towered over Julie. Julie meekly took the tissues and began to wipe between her legs. She was mortified. She put the used tissues in the potty in view of her gawping neighbours.

Agatha then roughly pulled her down so that her bottom was sticking out and started to roughly wipe Julie between her legs and vigorously wipe her bottom.

“Eww it's filthy" Agatha shouted and threw the unmarked tissues in the toilet.

“that’s not true..” started Julie, but a very hard smack stopped her in her tracks.

“ Now go in for you bath, little girl. I’m going to scrub yer clean”
Agatha marched Julie into the house.
Agnes pick up the potty with exaggerated care and followed them into the house.

She turned to close the door visibly shaking her head in mock disappointment before breaking into a smile as the door closed.

Agatha pulled Julie up the stairs by her left arm. Julie stumbled on the steps but Agatha continued walking, dragging her like a doll. Julie scrambled up as she was dragged up the stairs and into the bathroom, tears rolling down her red cheeks.

“stand still with yer hands on yer head” shouted Agatha.
Julie obeyed.

Agatha turned on the taps before looking at Julie. She stared at the slender young woman in front of her. She looked Julie up and down. Her feet slightly splayed, her white thin legs slightly trembling with knees turned in to each other. Agatha stepped forward and bent over and looked at her shaven crotch. She reached out and felt the smooth skin. Julie visibly stiffened.
Agatha rotated Julie clockwise until her bottom was facing her. “bend over, little girl" Agatha instructed. Julie winced with embarrassment.

Agatha reached both her hands out and roughly spread Julie’s ass cheeks apart. She kept pulling them apart.
“Ouch that hurts" Julie complained.
Agatha responded by slapping Julie’s bottom startling Julie.
“Touch yer toes little girl" Julie followed Agatha’s command.
“Now spread dem cheeks wide". Julie looked over quizzically. “I said spread ‘em wide". Julie reached over in a bending position and gently grasped each cheek and spread them. She felt the cold air around her bum. She was totally exposed and humiliated.
“Now miaow like a cat" Agatha barked. Julie shuddered as tears fell on the floor.

“Please this is enough. Please stop" sobbed Julie.
“NOW" screamed Agatha.

Julie started to miaow. She felt utterly ridiculous, bending over, spreading her ass cheeks wide, miaowing. Her tiny blancmange like breasts dangling.

“smile for the video, Julie" guffawed Agnes.
Julie felt as if she was shrinking into her own hell.
Both Agnes and Agatha stood, arms folded laughing for several minutes as Julie continued to humiliate herself.

Without warning Agatha pulled Julie up and quickly rotated Julie so that she was facing her again. Julie squirmed as she was looked at, her breasts stroked and squeezed.

“jump up and down little girl" Agatha barked. Julie reddened. She lowered her arm and gently jumped up. Her tiny breasts barely wobbling.

“No. Higher. Much higher and faster" shouted Agatha. Julie hopped up and down, her arms flapping to the side. Her breasts gently wobbled and moved slightly up and down and ever so slightly from side to side. Julie felt so embarrassed she felt she was going to explode into flames.

“I said jumper HIGHER" Agatha bawled. Julie could feel Agatha's warm breath, her face inches away from Julie. She jumped backwards in fear, steadied herself then bent her legs and jumped. Her small breasts swinging slightly from side to side and wobbling up and down.

Agatha clapped her hands and then bent over double, laughing. She somehow managed to call Agnes from the adjacent room, pointing at Julie manically jumping, waving her arms to get higher with her tiny breasts wobbling ever so slightly, like a tiny blancmange.

Agnes quickly took her phone and videoed the crying, humiliated older woman with a childlike body, jumping up and down naked for the amusement of her younger cousins.

“right, that enough fun, little Julie. STOP!”.

Julie stopped. She was breathing heavily and sweating from her exertion. Her legs trembled.
Julie was consumed with shame. She was just a plaything to her younger cousins. A naked little dolly that could be moved around and placed in humiliating positions for the enjoyment of her two younger relatives.

“Right, little girl time to get you clean” said Agatha turning from the bath, having tested the temperature. She effortlessly picked up Julie by her armpits and held her at arms length looking at her naked body. Julie felt her heart beating and she broke into a cold sweat. She could feel the dread and humiliation wash over her as Agatha greedily took in every inch of her body, every crevice, mound and curve. Agnes stood watching coldly.

“Right now to wash my dolly” Agatha whispered as she lifted Julie and draped her over her shoulder before twisting her off so that she carried Julie in her arms like a baby. She then lowered Julie slightly above the water and stopped.
Then she dropped Julie in the deep bath water, laughing. Julie started coughing the partly swallowed water as Agatha roughly pulled Julie into a sitting position and started to wash her slender arms. When finished she jerked Julie’s right arm upwards and scrubbed her armpit, before pushing the arm down and repeating the exercise with Julie’s left arm. Agatha then soaped Julie’s breasts and roughly squeezed and scrubbed them, pulling her nipples and massaging Julie’s meagre mounds.

Agatha pushed Julie’s head forward as she cleaned her neck and back.

Julie was pushed into a sitting position. Agatha leant over and soaped Julie’s legs, pushing them apart. She massaged her legs further apart until her legs were splayed and touching the side of the bath. Agatha’s hands cleaned every crevice and fold between Julie’s legs, vigorously rubbing Julie’s most private area. To her horror, Julie felt Agatha insert her fingers into her and gently rub her.

Julie briefly tried to struggle free, but was quickly overpowered. Agatha held Julie’s wrists behind her back with her right hand whilst she continued to rub between Julie’s legs with her left hand, all the time staring at Julie.
Julie twisted and turned in a futile attempt to free herself, her tiny marshmallow-sized breasts swaying.
Julie’s revulsion started to turn into something quite different. Against her will, her body started to respond to Agatha’s questing fingers.

Julie started to rock and gently gyrate, pushing herself onto Agatha’s plump and powerful fingers. Agatha started to speed up and Julie started to moan. Suddenly and without warning Agatha stopped. “naughty little girl. You’re a naughty, dirty little girl”. Agatha suddenly pulled Julie into a kneeling position before bending her forward so that her little bottom stuck out.

Agatha proceeded to soap Julie’s bottom, circling her anus and repeatedly gently pushing her finger inside Julie. Again, without warning, Agatha thrust her finger deep into Julie’s anus and twisted it, before pulling it out and repeating the process several times. Julie was in pain with the finger thrusting inside her, but was also aroused. As she started to moan and gyrate her bottom towards Agatha’s finger she moaned. This again was the signal for Agatha to stop.

Agatha rinsed Julie and picked her up out of the bath and placed her on the bath mat. She then silently dried her, then started to laugh as Agnes commented “your little dolly likes to be dominated. Maybe we should see if the girls and boys would like to play with her" suggested Agnes.

Julie felt sick.

“Yes, Timmy and Sally will have lots of fun playing with dolly. Perhaps they can invite their friends as playmates for dolly" Agnes laughed.

“The boys and girls will want to see her with no panties. We did promise Sally and Timmy. Let’s ring them and see if they want to see little Julie naked. Sally may want to give her a bath and dress her up in her special party dress. She and Timmy can walk her to the park" giggled Agnes her thick frame shaking with laughter.
Julie froze. It was bad enough to be stripped and humiliated in her house and then again in front of strangers and even neighbours, but the thought of being naked in front of children she babysat would be a different level of humiliation.

“no please don’t do that. You can’t. It’s going too far. They’re only children. Ill do anything. I promise please don’t do this to me" begged an increasingly panicking Julie.

“well we can show ‘er ter Brad instead. Ya can dance for Brad and spread ya cheeks for him ter see ya in all ya glory" boomed Agatha.

“No, please no. You can’t let him see me like this. I beg you". Julie pleaded.

“OK” replied Agnes coolly “but you’ll have to do everything we tell you so that Brad doesn’t see your all your real little girl body”.

“Yes, yes I agree but Brad or Timmy or Sally don’t see me naked. I agree. Please" Julie spluttered frantically.

Agnes smiled. “alright. I want you to entertain us, little girl. I want you to be a puppet" .

Julue looked confused.

Agatha, noting the delay, interjected” if you’re going ta back out I can send Brad and the kids an invite for tonight ta see ya" threatened Agatha.

“No. No. That won’t be necessary" replied Julie.
“Julie put these panties on" said Agnes as she threw one of her own panties from the drawer “and these" she smiled as a pair of Agatha’s bras were sent spinning into Julie’s body.

Julie looked puzzled. She looked at the underwear and stretched out the panties and bra. Two of Julie could fit into each item. She opened her mouth to query the instruction, when Agatha boomed behind her “I knew it, the silly little girl is playing us for mugs". Agatha swatted Julie’s soft white bare bottom.

“No, no, I’ll do it. Straight away". She pulled up Agnes’s huge black full cut panties. There was no way they would stay up, so she rolled the hem and tied a knot on each side. The panties still drooped but just about hung in to her slender, slight frame. She then tried to put on Agatha’s massive bra, but whatever she did, it would not stay up. It simply slid over her tiny breasts.

“Silly little girl" roared Agatha. She pulled the bra very tight and knotted it at the back. The huge bra flapped around Julie’s tiny childlike body. She felt ridiculous.

“Ya not gonna fool anyone into thinking ya a real woman” laughed Agatha dismissively.

Agnes rejoined them from the bedroom with two dressing gown belts. “Come over here dolly"

Julie slowly walked towards Agnes, following her instructions.
“Now turn around towards Agatha and away from me, little girl". Agnes barked.

Julie’s legs trembled. She turned away from Agnes and towards Agatha who was now sitting and looking a little puzzled. “lift your skinny arms up, little girl" shouted Agnes. Julie complied. She then felt Agnes toe the soft cotton dressing gown belts to her left wrist, then the second belt to her right wrist.

She then felt Agnes pull her backwards. Julie’s heart raced. She looked around “what are you going to do to me" she cried.

Julie felt a very painful slap to her right buttocks. “Keep still and stay quiet or the deals off" growled Agatha

Julie stood motionless for several seconds, too scared to turn or speak. She desperately wanted to keep Brad out of her nightmare and didn’t want any smirking kids being part of her humiliation. She would keep quiet....for now".

Suddenly Julie felt her right arm being jolted upwards then sharply pulled downwards, as her left arm shot up.
Agnes was pulling the dressing gown belts and had turned Julie into a living puppet.

“Dance for us, little girl"

Julie was pulled left then right, her arms being pulled in all directions. She was made to gyrate and jump up and down. Every movement loosed the ties of the bra and giant panties.

Agatha was rolling around in the sofa laughing, hardly able to continue videoing the ridiculous sight of this tiny, slender living puppet being jerked around.

Agatha turned the radio on. Dance music blared out.
“Dance puppet. Dance for us or we can send this video to all your contacts” laughed Agnes.

Agnes noticed that Julie's borrowed panties were starting to slide over her slender hips and that Agatha’s huge bra had already slid down to Julie’s waist. She pulled Julie’s right arm upwards and made her jump. Agnes massive panties slid down Julie’s slender legs, closely followed by Agatha’s bra.

“Hurry up, Julie. No slacking. I want you to move your booty to the beat" Julie felt ridiculous. She tried dancing whilst the underwear tied to her was slipping down making her naked. She tried to skip out of the giant panties and the huge bra, but she stumbled forward.

Agatha moved very quickly. Surprisingly quickly. She caught Julie as she fell forward and lifted her out of the underwear which was left on the floor. She hungrily grabbed at the homemade, improvised puppet strings.

“Here ya are, Agnes. Relax. The little dolly is gonna give us a show".

Agatha swung Julie around. Agnes looked at Julie’s tiny breasts jiggling in her slender white chest. She noticed the glistening, slightly sweaty crotch and Julie’s red face, with a horrified expression etched on her face.

“Twerk for us" announced Agnes grandly “....or Brad gets some photos".

Julie bent forward and tried to gyrate her little, soft white bottom to the beat on the song on the radio. Her body was stiff with embarrassment.

“I want ya ter shake ya booty, dolly" shouted Agatha.

Julie started to rotate her bottom making it wobble. Her poorly toned bottom shook a second or so after the beat. Her tiny breasts swung slightly. Julie’s nipples were erect.

Julie felt like crying. Her legs shook due to the exertion and humiliation.

“Flap like a bird and jump" said Agatha, quickly pulling off the belts from Julie’s arms. Julie jumped and down on the spot, waving her arms. Her tiny breasts jumping up and down and causing a slight ache.

“STOP" screamed Agatha.

Julie stopped. Sweat ran down her forehead. She could feel sweat trickle down her spine and into the top of her soft white ass. Her thin thighs were clammy and her torso and belly glistened.

“Right, ya can go ta bed with no tea. Think about ya behaviour today. Ya can have a bath tomorrow to wash ya sweaty body” exclaimed Agatha.

She picked up a pair of Julie’s white panties from the drawers and pushed her forward until she fell in to a seat with her arms outstretched and bottom sticking out.

“Ya know the routine, dolly" shouted Agatha. She rolled the panties in her thick fat right hand and reached out with the hand flat and swiped it up Julie’s ass crack, roughly, several times. She then inspected it and showed the sweaty, slightly soiled underwear to Agnes who was videoing the whole episode.

Agatha then followed up by roughly drying Julie between her legs with the same garment.

“Ewww. Ya a dirty little girl" she sighed in mock sadness.
“Now move your filthy ass and get ta bed" shouted Agatha whilst she slapped the bottom of a yelping Julie.

Agatha threw the soiled white panties at Julie. "Put 'em on" she barked. Julie momentarily paused but then quickly pulled the panties on along her slender trembling legs. She was happy for any coverage of her abused body.

“I want to see a big Improvement in your behaviour, Julie” glowered Agnes.

Julie slunk off to bed. Totally beaten and humiliated.

[Revengedpirate]

Just a few things. What happened to the car door. It would of been in the way. The car wasn’t locked or shut either. Also they took Julie upstairs to the bathroom but in the original it came across as the bathroom being downstairs next to the living room. Also you didn’t take Julie back downstairs but went from bathroom into a sofa. Was the sofa and chairs in the bathroom? And in one sentence you call Julie joe.

But other then them inconsistency’s it was a good story

[Minnie Mouse]

Just a few things. What happened to the car door. It would of been in the way. The car wasn’t locked or shut either. Also they took Julie upstairs to the bathroom but in the original it came across as the bathroom being downstairs next to the living room. Also you didn’t take Julie back downstairs but went from bathroom into a sofa. Was the sofa and chairs in the bathroom? And in one sentence you call Julie joe.

But other then them inconsistency’s it was a good story

Joe was a typo
The car door was open and remained so when Agatha sat in the seat with her feet on the ground (facing outwards).

The rest was just slack on my part

[Revengedpirate]

It’s a great bit of writing, even with the continuity errors. I knew Agathas legs would be outside the vehicle with her sitting on the back seat. The problem being Julie across her lap would either be head butting the door or her bum against it. Either way the door would be in the way, of Julie being spanked in this fashion. Julies height being longer then a car door. Even with her head against the door, she wouldn’t be able to turn or see anyone or thing around her as the door and car would be obstructing her view.

The only way you could do this if the car was a station wagon with the boot open then it would grammatically work if Agatha was sitting in the boot with her legs dangling out and Julie across her lap. In this instance she’d see the whole thing and Agatha would be able to spank her freely.

I’m not trying to criticise I’m trying to be constructive. You just need to think about surroundings more is all. But I’m definitely liking your additions there easy to read and flow really well with the story

[Minnie Mouse]

Thanks, I would claim it's my first story, but its characters and plot have already been defined by ValerianXIII.

I tend to write in one sitting, hopefully with minimal interruptions. Some of the continuity errors are caused by interruptions eg Agatha becomes Agnes. These are tidied up, to an extent, after proof-reading. I'm a terrible proof reader.

A lot of my time is spent correcting typos. That's one of the problems of using a phone, but the advantage of using an unexpected hour to complete a chapter outweigh the problems with typing errors.

Out of interest, to what extent do writers here plan their stories?

[Humilatron]

I hate planning, I usually just go with the flow. I tend to have a rough idea of where I want to go with everything, moments I want to include, but sometimes it doesn’t get into the final result or I end up with someone entirely different than the original concept.

[Revengedpirate]

I do the same as humiliatron. It just flows. It usually takes me twenty to thirty minutes a chapter. Amy’s life being the exception has taken me longer to write. I’m using the diary as a guide which helps, but sometimes it’s got to be spontaneous too otherwise the story would become dull and repetitive. I’ve found reading some of the longer stories that they are very repetitive with the ideas for characters. Sometimes you’ve got to write in a way that is unexpected, or twist and turn the plot. I also try and humiliate in at least a chapter one girl or other. Just because their enf stories doesn’t mean you can embarrass just one person, and there’s lots of not thousands of ways to humiliate someone in different ways.

To embarrass a girl is quite easy when you think about it. They don’t even need to be undressed. For example cutting their long hair short, or sticking gum in it. Shopping bags get wet and break spilling the contents on the floor and a tampon falling out or embarrassing underwear.

I think the best way to write is spontaneous as real life is never thought out or thoroughly planned. I mean things in real life happen by accident or spontaneously so writing that way helps you get in the mind set and just let it flow.

The words take you where you need to go just let it.

[Revengedpirate]

Thanks just got a great idea whilst I wrote that.

[antonias6969]

Good morning, Mrs. Minnie Mouse.

It's been many months since I discovered this forum, but I couldn't register until today, because I'm Spanish and I didn't know the answer to the question asked to complete the registration.

Well, solved that matter, now I can finally ask, if you are writing something new, or would you like to write something arranged by a group of guys who really enjoy this type of story.

When I read the comments, yours, your ideas to develop the story, to specify and give it greater depth, you had some ideas that were very much in line with mine.

A little over a week ago, I came into contact with some guys who are also fans of this type of story and we are exchanging ideas by email.

I wanted to write to you privately, but since I'm a newbie, the site won't let me. But no problem, there is nothing to hide.

I would have no problem writing the brainstorm we are drawing here, hoping that a writer will be encouraged to bring them to life.

The truth is that I would love to read more of your content, if it exists, or for you to return to this story, or for you to be encouraged to learn about the proposals we are creating and sharing.

The truth is that I don't know if you are active, or if you are alive, but I would like to know if you are developing stories, if you have more stories published out there, etc.

The truth is that your contributions to the story created by ValerianXIII are wonderful and greatly enriched the work. Very good work.

I'm surprised that the community hasn't asked you for more and more and more and more... XD

Without wanting to disturb, I leave this post here, to see if there is an answer.

[Executionus]

I wanted to write to you privately, but since I'm a newbie, the site won't let me. But no problem, there is nothing to hide.

You have to have 3 posts before you can message somebody.

I don't know if Minnie Mouse is still here though since her last post was almost a year and a half ago.