Borrowing Trouble
Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2023 8:18 pm
Borrowing Trouble
by
Chessman
Chapter 1 Borrowing Trouble
Lara Finn came home from school dripping sweat. The school year ended in three weeks and the temperature was already in the nineties with humidity near eighty percent. Lara stripped off the linen mini skirt and blouse set and threw them damp as they were into the soiled clothing hamper. The laundry room was piled high with clothing, towels, and bedding, of which, most belonged in Lara’s closet and drawers. Despite the fact her mother assigned the chores of laundry to her, she had a ‘get around to it’ attitude about housework in general and laundry in particular. 'I’ll get around to it when I get around to it'.
Lara would be a rising senior in three weeks, once graduation moved the old class on into the real world, taking her boyfriend Todd with it, Lara would be among the top layer of her school’s social order, as she put it, finally. Todd accepted admission to Central University in New Town. He would be a freshman there where her sister would be a first-semester sophomore. Her sister, Kayla, due home from college in four days, was two years older than Lara.
Carla Finn, the widowed mother of the two girls, was thirty-nine years old and worked as a licensed realtor. The odd hours of showing homes throughout the area kept Carla away and Lara from an active parental presence most afternoons and evenings.
Tossing off her sports bra and briefs and adding them to the pile of soiled clothing, Lara walked naked and unconcerned from the laundry to her room. Opening a drawer in her dresser revealed not a stitch of underwear. Every camisole, bra, thong, panty, and brief sat in the great pile of unwashed clothing in the laundry room. She had a date with Todd in a few minutes and her drawers and closet were devoid of clean clothes. “Heck, with it, I’ll try Kayla’s stuff,” Lara said to herself.
She showered, leaving her wet towels on the bathroom floor, and went to raid her sister’s closet. Kayla is five feet two inches tall and curvy. Her shape is hourglass-like, 34C-26-36. Lara stood five feet nine inches tall, taking after her late father. Lara measured 36D-24-38.
Kayla’s clothing fit Lara tight to the extreme. The high-cut microfiber briefs she ‘borrowed’ dug into her at the waistband where they were stretched to the max. They also formed an automatic camel toe and Lara felt the fabric rub erotically against her clitoris. The underwire half bra she commandeered barely closed on its one front hook. Her sister’s yellow sweater, a sleeveless cardigan, was snug on Kayla. On Lara, it stretched to the furthest the fabric would allow and rubbed against the exposed nipples beneath it causing them almost to poke through the sweater’s knit. On Kayla, the sweater touched the waistband of her skirt, but on Lara, it did not cover her belly button.
Lara went for broke and slipped on the matching mini-skirt. On her sister, the skirt came short just above mid-thigh. On Lara, the skirt was upper thigh and pulled extremely tight around her buttocks.
Brushing her hair back into a ponytail controlled with a scrunchy, Lara used her sister’s makeup kit to do her eyes and lips. Her boyfriend, Todd Baker, was due to pick her up for their date in less than twenty minutes. “Darn it, Kayla’s shoes never did fit me,” Lara muttered to herself and went to her own closet to find shoes to wear.
In life, timing is everything. If Todd were, say a few minutes early, or her sister stuck to the plan and did not arrive home for two more days, well then Lara would have been ‘dust in the wind’ before the storm hit. Not a storm of rain and wind and thunder and lightning; no, this storm was one of sibling fury. Todd and Kayla pulled up in front of the Finn house within seconds of each other.
Todd honked and Lara dashed out expecting her boyfriend but found him with her sister, in deep conversation. “Come on, Todd, we gotta go,” Lara yelled hurrying to get into Todd’s car before her sister saw her.
“Gimme a minute, Lara, your sister is telling me a funny college story. Since I’m headed to the same campus in the fall I want to talk to her.” Todd yelled back. Lara made the mistake of storming over to try to break Todd away.
“Lara, what the hells bells are you wearing?” came out of Kayla’s mouth, followed by, ”It better not be my good sweater and skirt set, because if it is I want it back and I want it back now, before you ruin it.”
Lara knew she was in trouble, “Okay, okay, I’ll go and change,” and she turned to reenter the house.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Kayla yelled in a tone that stopped Lara short. “I want the sweater and skirt off and neatly folded, NOW!”
“But, Todd, and the neighbors…” Lara pleaded with no effect.
“Now!” Her sister replied. “It isn’t like Todd hasn’t seen you skinny dipping in our pool before. You took my clothes without permission. That makes you no better than a common petty thief, a shoplifter. If you do not strip them off here and now I call the cops, thief. I want my goods back NOW!” The anger that blazed from Kayla’s eyes made Lara shudder, she was truly afraid that her sister was angry enough to call the police. She slid the skirt off and folded it and followed that by unbuttoning the sweater, folding it, and handing it to her sister. She turned; embarrassed at the semi-nude condition she was in, in public, to go back to the house.
“Hold it, thief, whose bra and panties are those?” Kayla demanded.
“Yours,” her sister blubbered.
“Off with them, thief,” Kayla demanded. “Off with them right now.” Kayla had her cell phone out as if to dial 911, in fact, she snapped several photos of the event to hold over Lara for the summer ahead.
As Lara tried to unsnap the bra, the clasp gave way with a rip. Kayla just smiled, “Well that is a hundred dollars you owe me to replace what you have ruined. Do you have cash, or should I plan to take it out of your hide? I think one switch of the cane for every dollar of the ruined garment should be enough, don’t you Todd?”
“Yes, ma’am, I believe that the Spencer Discipline plan calls for that kind of repayment,” Todd said.
Standing topless and indignant, Lara yelled, “What the hells bells are you calling HER ma’am for, stupid?” She glared at her boyfriend, who had not lifted a finger to defend her.
“Uh, no one told you to say a word, little sister, all that is required of you is to take my briefs off of your nasty behind,” Kayla ordered.
“Bad enough my breasts are on public display I am NOT going to show my crotch to the world,” Lara protested.
The confluence of forces in the universe coming against Lara multiplied with the arrival of Carla Finn. “What is going on here?” Carla demanded of all parties.
“Kayla is making me strip in public, Mom, just cause I borrowed some clothes,” Lara whined.
“I’m tired of this brat stealing my clothes and ruining them, Mom, look at the bra. She knew it was too small for her and wore it anyway and the hook snapped off. It is ruined. Look at my sweater and skirt set.” Kayla unfolded them and showed her mother where the knits were badly stretched out of shape. “I’ll need to take these to the dry cleaner and hope that they go back into shape. At the very least, she owes me for the dry cleaning bill. Maybe for the cost of replacing the set if it cannot be fixed.”
A half smile passed over Carla Finn’s face, “Lara whose briefs are those?”
“Kayla’s,” the younger daughter answered, knowing better than to lie to her parent.
“Remove them this instant and return them to their rightful owner,” her mother said with no emotion in her voice, “This instant, right here, right now.”
Tugging the briefs over her hips and stepping out of them a very meek and subdued Lara Finn stood on the front lawn of her house nude save for her sandals.
“The shoes are yours?” Her mother asked and Lara answered in the affirmative, “Fine, then off you go with Todd. If you have not done the laundry, as I have asked you for four days now, and have run out of clothes to wear, then until the laundry is done by you and I permit you to put clothing on again, that is what you shall be wearing.”
“I can’t go out like this!” Lara protested.
“Oh, you can and you will,” Carla Finn replied. Taking a Sharpie marker from her work bag Carla walked over to her youngest daughter and placed a D around the girl's navel. Harshly turning her by pushing her shoulder, Carla finished the job by marking another D just above the crack of the girl’s buttocks. “There, now you are in legal compliance with the ‘minor child under discipline’ ordinance passed by the city council and put into effect last week. Another thing you were told to do, young woman, was to read the new ordinances and fully understand exactly what is now expected of the youth in this town. You obviously did not read them. So, you shall have to learn by experiencing them.” Carla walked away from her daughter totally unconcerned that the girl was stark naked in public.
“Come, Kayla, let’s see if we can do something about that sweater and skirt set,” and with the older sibling in tow Carla walked into the house.
Naked in front of her boyfriend, Lara asked, “What was my mom talking about, Todd, I don’t get it,” Lara was attempting to figure out if she should cover her pubic region or one of the other critically bare areas, of breasts or bum, when Todd shook his head.
“Come sit in my car, now, Lara,” he ordered, “Before you are in worse violation of the new codes. You are under discipline. You cannot refuse an order given by an older peer, sibling, or adult. It is in the new ordinances.”
“WHAT?”
“I have a copy printed off in my car, come on with me and we’ll go over them so even a slacker like you will know what to expect.” Todd dragged his girlfriend to his car and sat her with the printout. “Now read it.”
“It is all legal mumbo jumbo and gobbledygook,” Lara complained.
“Third page, the five ordinance rules are spelled out in language anyone can understand.” Todd showed her, then said, “Read them out loud to me, so I know you have read them.”
Lara began, and the emotion in her voice told Todd clearly that she understood her whole world was now upside down.
All children under the age of eighteen, or still in high school or junior college and living under their parent’s roof, shall, for the purpose of this ordinance, be considered minor children and subject to this ordinance.
Minor children shall address those in authority over them with proper titles and do so respectfully. Mother, father, uncle, aunt, and grandparents shall be addressed as the family standard dictates. All other adults shall be referred to by rank, if in the service or law enforcement, earned title of Doctor, Professor, Instructor, Mister, MS, Miss, or sir or ma’am.
"Oh that was why you were talking to Kayla like that,” Lara added an aside then continued,
A minor child who commits an act of delinquency shall be disciplined by an appropriate adult authority at the time of the delinquent act. The school system shall publish a penalty schedule for in-school infractions. Juvenile probation officers shall carry rattan canes with which to mete out punishment for minor children in violation of civil laws. The child shall be detained, stripped, told exactly what law or infraction he or she is being punished for violating, and the proper number of strokes administered by the JPO. The child shall be forbidden clothing until the bruises from the caning have disappeared. A child disciplined by a parent may be marked with permanent marker, in lieu of caning. The same rule shall apply, the child shall not wear clothing until the marker has worn off.
"Well, that explains this happy state of affairs,” Lara looked at herself. “So even if I do all the chores at home and act nice I’m naked until this stuff wears off, huh?
If a child continues to be disruptive or commits a second offense while under discipline, his or her hair shall be shorn off and the scalp shaved, said child shall not be permitted clothing of any sort until the hair has grown below ear length.
Under no circumstance shall a child be permitted to cover their body nor to avoid a school, social, religious or family function while under discipline.”
“So do you get it now, Lara?” Todd asked. “Or do you want to reread the five points until you do get it?”
“No, they are clear, but why didn’t someone warn me,” Lara whined.
“We tried, I gave you a copy of these things last week. Your Mom offered to sit down with you and explain the new rules. You told her, last Tuesday when we were eating pizza, that you were going to read them that evening. Every whiteboard in school has had the message, “Read The Rules,” on it for weeks now. Lara, I adore you, but your bad habits and laziness have brought this on. No one can be blamed but you.” Todd leaned over and kissed his naked girlfriend on the cheek. “Here’s hoping you don’t screw up again before my graduation party. I’d hate to have you attending bald and naked.” He giggled, “Well, naked might be kewl…and depending where you were bald…,” he looked down at the trimmed but lush pelt between Lara’s legs.
She blushed with embarrassment at that, a full-body pink. He kissed her again and told her to get home and try to straighten things out between her mom and sister and to remember the rules.
Chapter 2 Avoiding Trouble
Lara entered the kitchen through the back porch door. She heard the voices of her mother and sister, Kayla finished the conversation by saying, “But, you know the good thing is when it is over all matters are officially closed. No permanent record and all parties are free to start over new and fresh.”
“Well, that might work at college and in New Town, sweetie,” Carla Finn told her eldest, “but I think it might not be as easy here in Middletown. Oh, and I expect you to abide by the same rule standard you had on campus, here at home.”
“No problems with that, Mom, and I am sorry about blowing up at Lara,” Kayla told her parent.
“Perhaps it was coming anyway, sweetie, with the new rules in effect it was better Lara get her first taste of them at home instead of at school or worse yet by a JPO with a heavy hand,” her mother replied.
“Oh, there is the girl of the hour,” Carla looked and saw her youngest in the next room, “I thought you and Todd were going out.”
Lara walked into the family room, “Todd told me to stay home, do my chores and homework, and avoid trouble. I just wanted to say I am sorry for being a self-centered, thoughtless brat and I’ll get the laundry done, all of it, starting this evening, and be finished by Monday morning.”
“Don’t count on Sunday to get the chores finished. Remember, it is Grandma’s birthday celebration and she wants us to go to church with her and then attend the party for her at the senior center.” Carla reminded her youngest.
Her eyes flew open, “Mom, Gran can’t see me like this. Worse yet, her old lady friends can’t see me like this and icky old Mr. Jensen, his hands are bad enough when I have clothes on,” Lara was panicky.
“Lara, don’t be silly. Your grandmother changed you when you peed and pooped and bathed you until you were ten or eleven and you started taking showers instead of baths. What she doesn’t know about your naked body does not exist now, does it? If you are lucky the marker will wash off by then. If you aren’t then the party is ‘come as you are,’ you HAVE read the rules haven’t you?” Her mother asked pointedly.
“Todd made me read them and also made me understand them; I think I’m good for now and if I have questions I’ll ask Kayla or you,” Lara sighed.
Two hours and three wash loads later, her mother called Lara to dinner.
“How is it going with the wash?” Carla asked civilly.
“Looks like we could use drier sheets and unless there is another bottle of laundry detergent in the garage, I won’t have enough of that to finish, either,” Lara replied honestly.
“Oh, I meant to get more of that when we were shopping last week. You remember I put the detergent back at the last moment as we were short on cash and needed food more than household supplies.” Her mom smiled and said, “After dinner just run to the store and pick up the few things we need. You can use my car.”
“Mom, I’m naked. I can’t go to the store like this, someone will see me,” Lara protested.
Kayla looked up at her younger sister and said, “Lara, could I see you in the laundry room for a second,” she nodded to her mother who smiled and nodded in reply.
The two girls arrived in the laundry room and Kayla leaned on the front loading washer looking slightly up at the younger girl. “Lara, you came close to real trouble with Mom. You say you read the rules, do you remember the part where it says no one under discipline may avoid a school, religious, or family social function? Well, that means Sunday you go with us even if the marker has not worn off. In addition, you must remember the part in the ordinance where it says you cannot refuse to perform ordinary activities like shopping or going to school just because you are naked and under discipline. If mom were to strictly enforce the rules your tail would have welts and your hair would be gone just because of your attitude.
“We are giving you room to learn the rules, society won’t be as lenient. When you get home from the store, I will share my college experiences with you. Oh, and don’t tell Mom I told you, nail polish remover works great for marker on skin. You may need help for the one on your back, though; Mom stuck it in an unreachable place.” Kayla then asked her sister if she would like company at the market. Lara agreed to this and Kayla told their mother that discipline rules were unclear as to whether a minor child under discipline may operate a motor vehicle. Carla agreed that Kayla should drive and Lara was to do the shopping.
When her mother bought her new Buick Enclave, Kayla inherited the older Pontiac Montana, an all-wheel drive minivan. The girls used that to go shopping. Kayla gave Lara the choice of riding shotgun in front or the slightly more sheltered second-row bench seat. Lara took shotgun.
“You know these seatbelts were not designed for nude bodies, sis, just look at the way the shoulder strap cuts into my chest under my left breast,” Lara told Kayla in perhaps the least guarded moment since her stripping.
“Yeah, that can be a real problem, Lara. I know a couple of sorority sisters who had some bad strawberry rashes until we learned that this stuff called moleskin, hey, it is not really skin from small burrowing rodents,” in reaction to the wrinkled nose on her sister, “It is real soft cotton stuff that doctors use to protect skin from pressure injuries. We can pick some up at the market while we are there. I’ll get that and the nail polish remover while you get the laundry supplies. We check out on different lines, okay?”
“Why all the secret agent stuff?” Lara asked.
“If you are caught buying acetone to remove your discipline marks, you can be caned and get your hair cut off, I’m trying to avoid you suffering worse penalties,” Kayla told her as they rolled into the lot and parked in a space as close to the store doors as possible.
“Lara, give your purse to me. If you see someone you know and try to hide behind it you will be subject to another round of discipline. Just take the money you need for the detergent and drier sheets,” her sister advised.
Thankfully, for Lara the store was quiet. She knew the anti-theft cameras would capture her every moment in the aisles and those images used if a case was brought against her for discipline violation. To avoid this she grasped the bar on the shopping cart with both hands and went about her shopping. ‘Wow,’ she thought, ‘I never noticed how cold the produce and meat areas were kept.’ The stiffness of her nipples might have been a reaction to her excitement; the goose bumps on the rest of her body suggested she was cold. She rounded the corner to the household cleaning aisle and braced for impact. Mrs. Kmetko, the neighbor across the street for whom she often babysat, was coming up the aisle she had to go down.
“Well, hello Lara, it is so good to see you this afternoon. I was going to call to see if you could sit for the girls from four o’clock tomorrow. Mr. Kmetko and I have a business dinner to attend.” Then her eyes widened and she smiled. “It won’t matter if you are still under discipline. The girls were being total brats earlier and lost their clothes for the weekend as punishment.”
“Well, sure, Mrs. K. I will be happy to sit. I can use the extra cash and Todd has a ball game out of town.” Lara smiled back. The carts separated as the two shoppers went their own way, Lara found the ‘HE’ detergent, and drier sheets her mom liked. With two items, she used the express lane. “Oh, NO,” her mind screamed, the boy at the check out was ‘blotchy Bruce’ a victim of psoriatic acne he had few friends and was teased by almost everyone. Lara had never taunted the boy but had stood by in her clique as others had.
“Suck it up,” she told herself. “Hi, Bruce, I don’t have much in the cart today. we just kind of ran out of laundry stuff.” She put the bottle and carton onto the conveyor belt.
“Hey, Lara, that explains the outfit,” Bruce scanned her nude body with the adoration any teenage boy would offer the girl he considered a goddess walking near him. “Just plain ran out of clothes, huh?”
Lara giggled. Actually, that is exactly what got her into this mess. “Uh, yeah, something like that.” She handed him the twenty-dollar bill and took her change and the bags from his hands. He noticed the D on her backside then.
“Lara, be careful. Carry those bags low at your sides so the JPO can’t accuse you of covering up.” The boy called kindly from behind her.
She stopped, turned around, and leaned over the checkout. The kiss she placed on the boy’s damaged cheek was short but memorable for both of them. “Thank you for caring and warning me, Bruce, you are a better friend to me than I have ever been to you.”
Carrying her bags at an appropriate low post, Lara exited the store and met her sister in the parking lot.
“What kept you? I thought you wanted to be in and out of the market as quickly as you could?” Kayla asked her younger sister.
“I bumped into Mrs. Kmetko. She wants me to sit for the girls tomorrow night. Guess what? The girls are under discipline! She doesn’t care if I sit naked. Guess she thinks it will show the girls no matter how old you get you can be punished.” Lara giggled.
“Uh, what was that at the checkout? I saw you through the window?” Kayla asked.
“I gave Bruce a peck on the cheek for being a good friend and warning me not to cover up with the shopping bags outside the store,” Lara said.
“Well, okay then, let’s get your naked self back home before anyone else decides to,” Kayla did not finish. The police cars pulling into the lot with their lights flashing prevented her.
Chapter 3 Boyfriend Trouble
Lara woke up needing the bathroom and found she could not roll out of bed as she did normally. “Oh, yeah, I slept over with the Kmetko kids,” she opened her eyes and found Ellie with her right hand on Lara’s tummy snuggled in closely, and on the other side, Emma was snuggled close to her left. All three being under discipline, were nude.
She slid down the bed and got up at the foot. Padding down the hall, she bumped into Gloria Kmetko, equally naked. “I see we both have tiny bladders,” Mrs. Kmetko giggled, “I’m done so you go right ahead.”
Finished with her pee, she availed herself of the shower. Dried off, Lara wandered downstairs following the smell of fresh coffee. “I hope this is not a problem, ma’am, the girls and I were up a little beyond their bedtime last night. I put them in at the right time, but, they found something on YouTube they showed me and we were up trying to find the source for it. I thought I was a good computer person, but Ellie, wow, she could go into forensics she is that good.”
“Why in the world would you keep the girls up for that?” Gloria asked. Seeing the laptop Gloria used for work sitting on the counter, with Gloria’s permission Lara opened it and went to the correct YouTube page. Gloria watched as the humiliating sequence played repeatedly with the zoom effect at certain points.
“They were helping me, and they were very sweet about it. I was blaming my ex-boyfriend, Todd, who was there when it happened. Ellie was able to show from the IP address and routing, don’t ask me how she does it, that the shots were entered from the Grady wifi system. The problem is the Grady family never password-protected their wifi so anyone could have pirated their system. Even Todd,” Lara explained to the girls’ mother.
“Ellie is clever, and she is on the verge of being a beauty. Emma is already there, boys want to date her thinking she is sixteen or older. It is the height. Now, take a look at the angle from which the footage was shot.” Gloria waited for the light bulb to go on in Lara’s head. “I bet it was shot from my bedroom window. I will further bet that my husband or one of the girls is the videographer. The red herring of using the Grady wifi to post had to be Ellie’s idea, Bud would never think of it. If I am right, you may punish them as you see fit. Not Bud, I’ll deal with him, but those two conniving children of mine are yours to discipline.”
“Could this wait until after school tomorrow? I have my Gramma’s church service and birthday party to get to,” she giggled, “not that I have to get dressed or anything. So I need to get home, right after I drain this.” Lara sucked down the last of the coffee in her mug and rinsed the mug in the sink to await the dishwasher.
“Come over when you are ready,” was all Gloria Kmetko told her sitter, who left with several more dollars in compensation than she had expected.
When Kayla and her mother saw Lara come in the mudroom door they were both ready to take the drive to church. Both were wearing sundresses and sandals. Lara grabbed a piece of toast; put the cash from the Kmetko’s on the table and ate the toast and gulped a glass of juice. “Washed up over at Gloria and Bud’s, Mom, so I’m ready when you are,” Lara smiled.
“Under the rules, they are Mr. And Mrs. Kmetko, Lara. You may no longer refer to them in the familiar of first names.” Carla reminded her. The frown on Lara’s face showed she still did not get the hang of this new order.
Gramma’s church was ten miles away from the Finn home and took the Finn family half an hour of travel time. Parking the Enclave took another ten minutes. The Finn women made it into the church five minutes before the doors closed and services began.
Lara thought she was free and clear, the seniors were recognized, Gramma Finn had a hymn dedicated for her birthday and then the preacher stood and announced his sermon topic, “Obedience is better than Sacrifice,” he began.
Lara zoned out seven minutes into the sermon until a nudge from her mother brought her back into the moment. “I see we have a live example, young lady please step up here. I’m sure your testimony will act as a deterrent for the youth of this congregation.”
“Go up there, he wants you to tell everyone what happened to you,” Kayla stage whispered.
“But, I’m naked,” Lara responded.
“I believe that is the point,” Carla Finn told her daughter, “go up front now.”
The center aisle of the church might have been seventy-five feet long. To Lara with every eye upon her, the walk up that narrow lane felt like it was a marathon course.
The Pastor smiled at her and kept his eyes on hers, “This is Lara Finn, granddaughter of Silvia Finn. Let’s give her a warm gospel Chapel welcome.” Polite applause for the ‘sinner’ in the front of the church came from the congregation. “She will now give us her testimony.”
“Hi,” Lara began nervously, “Most of you know that some new laws and ordinances were voted into law recently. I was one of the slackers who did not know nor care about those things. I had a boyfriend, nice clothes, and an attitude that nothing mattered in life but me. I let my chores pile up at home, did the bare minimum to pass in school, and generally believed life was something you slept through between parties.
“My reality check came on the day my sister came home from college and caught me wearing her clothes because all of mine were dirty and in a pile in the laundry room. It was my main chore to keep up with the wash. My mom kept reminding me to do it and I always found an excuse not to do it. Kayla, my sister, demanded I give her back her clothes.
“I was not aware of public stripping as part of the new rules, Kayla demanded her sweater and skirt. I figured what the heck my bikini and the underwear I had on covered the same bits so I gave them to her. She found out the undies I wore were also hers and while we were arguing Mom pulled up and the next thing I knew I was naked and had a big D on my stomach and another on my back.”
As she told more of her story from Thursday afternoon when it began until Friday when she found out she would not be allowed to dress again until her mother released her from discipline, to the story about shopping and the encounter with the police. Lara found her nipples growing erect even as her body reddened with embarrassment. She also discovered she became increasingly damp between her legs as she related her testimony before the congregation of the church.
She found herself breathing rapidly and squirming as she finished her story. The Pastor pointed out, “This young lady is under discipline and clearly needs relief. Who among us will show her the heavenly mercy and relieve her burden.”
‘HUH?’ Lara thought, ‘What is he talking about?’
Kayla whispered to her mother, “OMG, they are looking for someone in the church to masturbate Lara to orgasm, which is what relief means in the JPO program.”
“They would not do that here in church,” Carla whispered back. Then she watched as two ushers brought a small table with a white linen tablecloth on it to the front of the sanctuary. She thought, ‘Well then maybe they would.’
“Yes,” the pastor acknowledged the volunteer, “Lara’s relief sponsor shall be her grandmother.”
Lara was told to lie back on the table, the two male ushers held her up by the shoulders. Granny Finn walked slowly but steadily to her side and whispered in her ear, “Remember the summer you turned ten and I taught you how to do this? How it was our little secret? Well, close your eyes and pretend you are ten again.”
Granny Finn tweaked the granddaughter’s nipples until the rubbery eraser tips became fully extended and then began gently stroking the girl’s thighs before reaching the outer lips of her vagina. By then a stain had grown on the white linen cloth, there was no denying Lara was aroused and needed relief. A few strokes on the inner lips parted them and then the older woman began to caress stroke and flick Lara’s clitoris. Moans, squirms, and groans followed by gasps and finally, “AAAAYYYEEE!!!” Then Lara sagged back into the arms of the ushers.
“Now all the youth in the congregation you have just witnessed the consequences of sinful disobedience in a live demonstration. Be warned that any child under discipline attending services here will stand up front and confess in testimony to the sin that brought about their nakedness and if necessary be relieved before the congregation. Let us pray, God forgives all those who sin and are made to wear the shame of nakedness, bless this child so that she might change her wicked ways and be healed of the sin of sloth and laziness that led to her disobedience. Help the youth of this church to avoid all fault and shame. We pray to you, Amen
“This service is concluded go and enjoy the rest of the day God has given us.”
Lara was confused. She was utterly humiliated in one part of her brain; her grandmother had publically masturbated her to orgasm. The other part was saying, “Heck, I have never cum so hard in my life and I still can’t breath right.”
To make matters worse or better Lara was not sure, Bruce Wilkes stood in front of Lara. “Oh, please no! Of all people to attend this church Bruce who was my supermarket kiss.”
“Hi, Lara,” Bruce smiled his damaged face radiant and his perfect teeth showing, “That was very brave of you. This church announced two weeks ago that once the Juvenile Protection Outreach program began we would be a sponsoring and participating agency. Sorry, it turned out that you were the first girl to have to testify. Sorry, our video caused you to lose your boyfriend. If I told you he was seeing Gemma Weems on the sly would it help? He has been to my shop buying condoms and I saw her in the car waiting on him, twice.”
Lara felt her humiliating embarrassment slowly change to anger. Todd two-timing her with Gemma, Gemma of all girls in the junior class, Gemma Weems.
“Uh, I know this is late coming Lara, but, I have a bid for prom and now that you are not dating Todd, would you go with me as friends?” Bruce asked her in a timid voice.
She stood, kissed Bruce full on the lips, and responded, “Not as friends, as boyfriend and girlfriend. You are sweet, loyal, kind, and everything I want in a man. What I thought I wanted in Todd the jock with good looks. Well, he proved that to be the wrong thing for me. If you will have me on your arm, I’m yours for the summer and maybe senior year as well.”
Chapter 4 Sitter Trouble
Lana finished the last load of laundry just before one o’clock in the morning. She had every item folded or ready to hang (her mother’s work clothes were already on hangers) and decided to call it a night. She planned to rise early enough to sort all the wash and place her clothing back into her drawers and closet before going to sit for the Kmetko girls.
Her surprise was finding her mother, who usually slept in on Saturday morning, already up and about at seven a.m. when she padded down to the laundry room. Her second surprise was to find her father’s old military duffel bag in the laundry room. It was empty.
“Hi, Mom, what gets you up this early?” Lana cheerfully greeted her parent and reached for the carafe of coffee in the brewer.
“There were three things that needed emptying, dear one, my bladder, my head, and the laundry room.” Her mother did not sound upset. Instead, she continued to fill her late husband’s duffel bag with her youngest child’s freshly laundered clothing.
“Mom, I got up early to finish this and put things away, thank you for helping, however...”
by
Chessman
Chapter 1 Borrowing Trouble
Lara Finn came home from school dripping sweat. The school year ended in three weeks and the temperature was already in the nineties with humidity near eighty percent. Lara stripped off the linen mini skirt and blouse set and threw them damp as they were into the soiled clothing hamper. The laundry room was piled high with clothing, towels, and bedding, of which, most belonged in Lara’s closet and drawers. Despite the fact her mother assigned the chores of laundry to her, she had a ‘get around to it’ attitude about housework in general and laundry in particular. 'I’ll get around to it when I get around to it'.
Lara would be a rising senior in three weeks, once graduation moved the old class on into the real world, taking her boyfriend Todd with it, Lara would be among the top layer of her school’s social order, as she put it, finally. Todd accepted admission to Central University in New Town. He would be a freshman there where her sister would be a first-semester sophomore. Her sister, Kayla, due home from college in four days, was two years older than Lara.
Carla Finn, the widowed mother of the two girls, was thirty-nine years old and worked as a licensed realtor. The odd hours of showing homes throughout the area kept Carla away and Lara from an active parental presence most afternoons and evenings.
Tossing off her sports bra and briefs and adding them to the pile of soiled clothing, Lara walked naked and unconcerned from the laundry to her room. Opening a drawer in her dresser revealed not a stitch of underwear. Every camisole, bra, thong, panty, and brief sat in the great pile of unwashed clothing in the laundry room. She had a date with Todd in a few minutes and her drawers and closet were devoid of clean clothes. “Heck, with it, I’ll try Kayla’s stuff,” Lara said to herself.
She showered, leaving her wet towels on the bathroom floor, and went to raid her sister’s closet. Kayla is five feet two inches tall and curvy. Her shape is hourglass-like, 34C-26-36. Lara stood five feet nine inches tall, taking after her late father. Lara measured 36D-24-38.
Kayla’s clothing fit Lara tight to the extreme. The high-cut microfiber briefs she ‘borrowed’ dug into her at the waistband where they were stretched to the max. They also formed an automatic camel toe and Lara felt the fabric rub erotically against her clitoris. The underwire half bra she commandeered barely closed on its one front hook. Her sister’s yellow sweater, a sleeveless cardigan, was snug on Kayla. On Lara, it stretched to the furthest the fabric would allow and rubbed against the exposed nipples beneath it causing them almost to poke through the sweater’s knit. On Kayla, the sweater touched the waistband of her skirt, but on Lara, it did not cover her belly button.
Lara went for broke and slipped on the matching mini-skirt. On her sister, the skirt came short just above mid-thigh. On Lara, the skirt was upper thigh and pulled extremely tight around her buttocks.
Brushing her hair back into a ponytail controlled with a scrunchy, Lara used her sister’s makeup kit to do her eyes and lips. Her boyfriend, Todd Baker, was due to pick her up for their date in less than twenty minutes. “Darn it, Kayla’s shoes never did fit me,” Lara muttered to herself and went to her own closet to find shoes to wear.
In life, timing is everything. If Todd were, say a few minutes early, or her sister stuck to the plan and did not arrive home for two more days, well then Lara would have been ‘dust in the wind’ before the storm hit. Not a storm of rain and wind and thunder and lightning; no, this storm was one of sibling fury. Todd and Kayla pulled up in front of the Finn house within seconds of each other.
Todd honked and Lara dashed out expecting her boyfriend but found him with her sister, in deep conversation. “Come on, Todd, we gotta go,” Lara yelled hurrying to get into Todd’s car before her sister saw her.
“Gimme a minute, Lara, your sister is telling me a funny college story. Since I’m headed to the same campus in the fall I want to talk to her.” Todd yelled back. Lara made the mistake of storming over to try to break Todd away.
“Lara, what the hells bells are you wearing?” came out of Kayla’s mouth, followed by, ”It better not be my good sweater and skirt set, because if it is I want it back and I want it back now, before you ruin it.”
Lara knew she was in trouble, “Okay, okay, I’ll go and change,” and she turned to reenter the house.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Kayla yelled in a tone that stopped Lara short. “I want the sweater and skirt off and neatly folded, NOW!”
“But, Todd, and the neighbors…” Lara pleaded with no effect.
“Now!” Her sister replied. “It isn’t like Todd hasn’t seen you skinny dipping in our pool before. You took my clothes without permission. That makes you no better than a common petty thief, a shoplifter. If you do not strip them off here and now I call the cops, thief. I want my goods back NOW!” The anger that blazed from Kayla’s eyes made Lara shudder, she was truly afraid that her sister was angry enough to call the police. She slid the skirt off and folded it and followed that by unbuttoning the sweater, folding it, and handing it to her sister. She turned; embarrassed at the semi-nude condition she was in, in public, to go back to the house.
“Hold it, thief, whose bra and panties are those?” Kayla demanded.
“Yours,” her sister blubbered.
“Off with them, thief,” Kayla demanded. “Off with them right now.” Kayla had her cell phone out as if to dial 911, in fact, she snapped several photos of the event to hold over Lara for the summer ahead.
As Lara tried to unsnap the bra, the clasp gave way with a rip. Kayla just smiled, “Well that is a hundred dollars you owe me to replace what you have ruined. Do you have cash, or should I plan to take it out of your hide? I think one switch of the cane for every dollar of the ruined garment should be enough, don’t you Todd?”
“Yes, ma’am, I believe that the Spencer Discipline plan calls for that kind of repayment,” Todd said.
Standing topless and indignant, Lara yelled, “What the hells bells are you calling HER ma’am for, stupid?” She glared at her boyfriend, who had not lifted a finger to defend her.
“Uh, no one told you to say a word, little sister, all that is required of you is to take my briefs off of your nasty behind,” Kayla ordered.
“Bad enough my breasts are on public display I am NOT going to show my crotch to the world,” Lara protested.
The confluence of forces in the universe coming against Lara multiplied with the arrival of Carla Finn. “What is going on here?” Carla demanded of all parties.
“Kayla is making me strip in public, Mom, just cause I borrowed some clothes,” Lara whined.
“I’m tired of this brat stealing my clothes and ruining them, Mom, look at the bra. She knew it was too small for her and wore it anyway and the hook snapped off. It is ruined. Look at my sweater and skirt set.” Kayla unfolded them and showed her mother where the knits were badly stretched out of shape. “I’ll need to take these to the dry cleaner and hope that they go back into shape. At the very least, she owes me for the dry cleaning bill. Maybe for the cost of replacing the set if it cannot be fixed.”
A half smile passed over Carla Finn’s face, “Lara whose briefs are those?”
“Kayla’s,” the younger daughter answered, knowing better than to lie to her parent.
“Remove them this instant and return them to their rightful owner,” her mother said with no emotion in her voice, “This instant, right here, right now.”
Tugging the briefs over her hips and stepping out of them a very meek and subdued Lara Finn stood on the front lawn of her house nude save for her sandals.
“The shoes are yours?” Her mother asked and Lara answered in the affirmative, “Fine, then off you go with Todd. If you have not done the laundry, as I have asked you for four days now, and have run out of clothes to wear, then until the laundry is done by you and I permit you to put clothing on again, that is what you shall be wearing.”
“I can’t go out like this!” Lara protested.
“Oh, you can and you will,” Carla Finn replied. Taking a Sharpie marker from her work bag Carla walked over to her youngest daughter and placed a D around the girl's navel. Harshly turning her by pushing her shoulder, Carla finished the job by marking another D just above the crack of the girl’s buttocks. “There, now you are in legal compliance with the ‘minor child under discipline’ ordinance passed by the city council and put into effect last week. Another thing you were told to do, young woman, was to read the new ordinances and fully understand exactly what is now expected of the youth in this town. You obviously did not read them. So, you shall have to learn by experiencing them.” Carla walked away from her daughter totally unconcerned that the girl was stark naked in public.
“Come, Kayla, let’s see if we can do something about that sweater and skirt set,” and with the older sibling in tow Carla walked into the house.
Naked in front of her boyfriend, Lara asked, “What was my mom talking about, Todd, I don’t get it,” Lara was attempting to figure out if she should cover her pubic region or one of the other critically bare areas, of breasts or bum, when Todd shook his head.
“Come sit in my car, now, Lara,” he ordered, “Before you are in worse violation of the new codes. You are under discipline. You cannot refuse an order given by an older peer, sibling, or adult. It is in the new ordinances.”
“WHAT?”
“I have a copy printed off in my car, come on with me and we’ll go over them so even a slacker like you will know what to expect.” Todd dragged his girlfriend to his car and sat her with the printout. “Now read it.”
“It is all legal mumbo jumbo and gobbledygook,” Lara complained.
“Third page, the five ordinance rules are spelled out in language anyone can understand.” Todd showed her, then said, “Read them out loud to me, so I know you have read them.”
Lara began, and the emotion in her voice told Todd clearly that she understood her whole world was now upside down.
All children under the age of eighteen, or still in high school or junior college and living under their parent’s roof, shall, for the purpose of this ordinance, be considered minor children and subject to this ordinance.
Minor children shall address those in authority over them with proper titles and do so respectfully. Mother, father, uncle, aunt, and grandparents shall be addressed as the family standard dictates. All other adults shall be referred to by rank, if in the service or law enforcement, earned title of Doctor, Professor, Instructor, Mister, MS, Miss, or sir or ma’am.
"Oh that was why you were talking to Kayla like that,” Lara added an aside then continued,
A minor child who commits an act of delinquency shall be disciplined by an appropriate adult authority at the time of the delinquent act. The school system shall publish a penalty schedule for in-school infractions. Juvenile probation officers shall carry rattan canes with which to mete out punishment for minor children in violation of civil laws. The child shall be detained, stripped, told exactly what law or infraction he or she is being punished for violating, and the proper number of strokes administered by the JPO. The child shall be forbidden clothing until the bruises from the caning have disappeared. A child disciplined by a parent may be marked with permanent marker, in lieu of caning. The same rule shall apply, the child shall not wear clothing until the marker has worn off.
"Well, that explains this happy state of affairs,” Lara looked at herself. “So even if I do all the chores at home and act nice I’m naked until this stuff wears off, huh?
If a child continues to be disruptive or commits a second offense while under discipline, his or her hair shall be shorn off and the scalp shaved, said child shall not be permitted clothing of any sort until the hair has grown below ear length.
Under no circumstance shall a child be permitted to cover their body nor to avoid a school, social, religious or family function while under discipline.”
“So do you get it now, Lara?” Todd asked. “Or do you want to reread the five points until you do get it?”
“No, they are clear, but why didn’t someone warn me,” Lara whined.
“We tried, I gave you a copy of these things last week. Your Mom offered to sit down with you and explain the new rules. You told her, last Tuesday when we were eating pizza, that you were going to read them that evening. Every whiteboard in school has had the message, “Read The Rules,” on it for weeks now. Lara, I adore you, but your bad habits and laziness have brought this on. No one can be blamed but you.” Todd leaned over and kissed his naked girlfriend on the cheek. “Here’s hoping you don’t screw up again before my graduation party. I’d hate to have you attending bald and naked.” He giggled, “Well, naked might be kewl…and depending where you were bald…,” he looked down at the trimmed but lush pelt between Lara’s legs.
She blushed with embarrassment at that, a full-body pink. He kissed her again and told her to get home and try to straighten things out between her mom and sister and to remember the rules.
Chapter 2 Avoiding Trouble
Lara entered the kitchen through the back porch door. She heard the voices of her mother and sister, Kayla finished the conversation by saying, “But, you know the good thing is when it is over all matters are officially closed. No permanent record and all parties are free to start over new and fresh.”
“Well, that might work at college and in New Town, sweetie,” Carla Finn told her eldest, “but I think it might not be as easy here in Middletown. Oh, and I expect you to abide by the same rule standard you had on campus, here at home.”
“No problems with that, Mom, and I am sorry about blowing up at Lara,” Kayla told her parent.
“Perhaps it was coming anyway, sweetie, with the new rules in effect it was better Lara get her first taste of them at home instead of at school or worse yet by a JPO with a heavy hand,” her mother replied.
“Oh, there is the girl of the hour,” Carla looked and saw her youngest in the next room, “I thought you and Todd were going out.”
Lara walked into the family room, “Todd told me to stay home, do my chores and homework, and avoid trouble. I just wanted to say I am sorry for being a self-centered, thoughtless brat and I’ll get the laundry done, all of it, starting this evening, and be finished by Monday morning.”
“Don’t count on Sunday to get the chores finished. Remember, it is Grandma’s birthday celebration and she wants us to go to church with her and then attend the party for her at the senior center.” Carla reminded her youngest.
Her eyes flew open, “Mom, Gran can’t see me like this. Worse yet, her old lady friends can’t see me like this and icky old Mr. Jensen, his hands are bad enough when I have clothes on,” Lara was panicky.
“Lara, don’t be silly. Your grandmother changed you when you peed and pooped and bathed you until you were ten or eleven and you started taking showers instead of baths. What she doesn’t know about your naked body does not exist now, does it? If you are lucky the marker will wash off by then. If you aren’t then the party is ‘come as you are,’ you HAVE read the rules haven’t you?” Her mother asked pointedly.
“Todd made me read them and also made me understand them; I think I’m good for now and if I have questions I’ll ask Kayla or you,” Lara sighed.
Two hours and three wash loads later, her mother called Lara to dinner.
“How is it going with the wash?” Carla asked civilly.
“Looks like we could use drier sheets and unless there is another bottle of laundry detergent in the garage, I won’t have enough of that to finish, either,” Lara replied honestly.
“Oh, I meant to get more of that when we were shopping last week. You remember I put the detergent back at the last moment as we were short on cash and needed food more than household supplies.” Her mom smiled and said, “After dinner just run to the store and pick up the few things we need. You can use my car.”
“Mom, I’m naked. I can’t go to the store like this, someone will see me,” Lara protested.
Kayla looked up at her younger sister and said, “Lara, could I see you in the laundry room for a second,” she nodded to her mother who smiled and nodded in reply.
The two girls arrived in the laundry room and Kayla leaned on the front loading washer looking slightly up at the younger girl. “Lara, you came close to real trouble with Mom. You say you read the rules, do you remember the part where it says no one under discipline may avoid a school, religious, or family social function? Well, that means Sunday you go with us even if the marker has not worn off. In addition, you must remember the part in the ordinance where it says you cannot refuse to perform ordinary activities like shopping or going to school just because you are naked and under discipline. If mom were to strictly enforce the rules your tail would have welts and your hair would be gone just because of your attitude.
“We are giving you room to learn the rules, society won’t be as lenient. When you get home from the store, I will share my college experiences with you. Oh, and don’t tell Mom I told you, nail polish remover works great for marker on skin. You may need help for the one on your back, though; Mom stuck it in an unreachable place.” Kayla then asked her sister if she would like company at the market. Lara agreed to this and Kayla told their mother that discipline rules were unclear as to whether a minor child under discipline may operate a motor vehicle. Carla agreed that Kayla should drive and Lara was to do the shopping.
When her mother bought her new Buick Enclave, Kayla inherited the older Pontiac Montana, an all-wheel drive minivan. The girls used that to go shopping. Kayla gave Lara the choice of riding shotgun in front or the slightly more sheltered second-row bench seat. Lara took shotgun.
“You know these seatbelts were not designed for nude bodies, sis, just look at the way the shoulder strap cuts into my chest under my left breast,” Lara told Kayla in perhaps the least guarded moment since her stripping.
“Yeah, that can be a real problem, Lara. I know a couple of sorority sisters who had some bad strawberry rashes until we learned that this stuff called moleskin, hey, it is not really skin from small burrowing rodents,” in reaction to the wrinkled nose on her sister, “It is real soft cotton stuff that doctors use to protect skin from pressure injuries. We can pick some up at the market while we are there. I’ll get that and the nail polish remover while you get the laundry supplies. We check out on different lines, okay?”
“Why all the secret agent stuff?” Lara asked.
“If you are caught buying acetone to remove your discipline marks, you can be caned and get your hair cut off, I’m trying to avoid you suffering worse penalties,” Kayla told her as they rolled into the lot and parked in a space as close to the store doors as possible.
“Lara, give your purse to me. If you see someone you know and try to hide behind it you will be subject to another round of discipline. Just take the money you need for the detergent and drier sheets,” her sister advised.
Thankfully, for Lara the store was quiet. She knew the anti-theft cameras would capture her every moment in the aisles and those images used if a case was brought against her for discipline violation. To avoid this she grasped the bar on the shopping cart with both hands and went about her shopping. ‘Wow,’ she thought, ‘I never noticed how cold the produce and meat areas were kept.’ The stiffness of her nipples might have been a reaction to her excitement; the goose bumps on the rest of her body suggested she was cold. She rounded the corner to the household cleaning aisle and braced for impact. Mrs. Kmetko, the neighbor across the street for whom she often babysat, was coming up the aisle she had to go down.
“Well, hello Lara, it is so good to see you this afternoon. I was going to call to see if you could sit for the girls from four o’clock tomorrow. Mr. Kmetko and I have a business dinner to attend.” Then her eyes widened and she smiled. “It won’t matter if you are still under discipline. The girls were being total brats earlier and lost their clothes for the weekend as punishment.”
“Well, sure, Mrs. K. I will be happy to sit. I can use the extra cash and Todd has a ball game out of town.” Lara smiled back. The carts separated as the two shoppers went their own way, Lara found the ‘HE’ detergent, and drier sheets her mom liked. With two items, she used the express lane. “Oh, NO,” her mind screamed, the boy at the check out was ‘blotchy Bruce’ a victim of psoriatic acne he had few friends and was teased by almost everyone. Lara had never taunted the boy but had stood by in her clique as others had.
“Suck it up,” she told herself. “Hi, Bruce, I don’t have much in the cart today. we just kind of ran out of laundry stuff.” She put the bottle and carton onto the conveyor belt.
“Hey, Lara, that explains the outfit,” Bruce scanned her nude body with the adoration any teenage boy would offer the girl he considered a goddess walking near him. “Just plain ran out of clothes, huh?”
Lara giggled. Actually, that is exactly what got her into this mess. “Uh, yeah, something like that.” She handed him the twenty-dollar bill and took her change and the bags from his hands. He noticed the D on her backside then.
“Lara, be careful. Carry those bags low at your sides so the JPO can’t accuse you of covering up.” The boy called kindly from behind her.
She stopped, turned around, and leaned over the checkout. The kiss she placed on the boy’s damaged cheek was short but memorable for both of them. “Thank you for caring and warning me, Bruce, you are a better friend to me than I have ever been to you.”
Carrying her bags at an appropriate low post, Lara exited the store and met her sister in the parking lot.
“What kept you? I thought you wanted to be in and out of the market as quickly as you could?” Kayla asked her younger sister.
“I bumped into Mrs. Kmetko. She wants me to sit for the girls tomorrow night. Guess what? The girls are under discipline! She doesn’t care if I sit naked. Guess she thinks it will show the girls no matter how old you get you can be punished.” Lara giggled.
“Uh, what was that at the checkout? I saw you through the window?” Kayla asked.
“I gave Bruce a peck on the cheek for being a good friend and warning me not to cover up with the shopping bags outside the store,” Lara said.
“Well, okay then, let’s get your naked self back home before anyone else decides to,” Kayla did not finish. The police cars pulling into the lot with their lights flashing prevented her.
Chapter 3 Boyfriend Trouble
Lara woke up needing the bathroom and found she could not roll out of bed as she did normally. “Oh, yeah, I slept over with the Kmetko kids,” she opened her eyes and found Ellie with her right hand on Lara’s tummy snuggled in closely, and on the other side, Emma was snuggled close to her left. All three being under discipline, were nude.
She slid down the bed and got up at the foot. Padding down the hall, she bumped into Gloria Kmetko, equally naked. “I see we both have tiny bladders,” Mrs. Kmetko giggled, “I’m done so you go right ahead.”
Finished with her pee, she availed herself of the shower. Dried off, Lara wandered downstairs following the smell of fresh coffee. “I hope this is not a problem, ma’am, the girls and I were up a little beyond their bedtime last night. I put them in at the right time, but, they found something on YouTube they showed me and we were up trying to find the source for it. I thought I was a good computer person, but Ellie, wow, she could go into forensics she is that good.”
“Why in the world would you keep the girls up for that?” Gloria asked. Seeing the laptop Gloria used for work sitting on the counter, with Gloria’s permission Lara opened it and went to the correct YouTube page. Gloria watched as the humiliating sequence played repeatedly with the zoom effect at certain points.
“They were helping me, and they were very sweet about it. I was blaming my ex-boyfriend, Todd, who was there when it happened. Ellie was able to show from the IP address and routing, don’t ask me how she does it, that the shots were entered from the Grady wifi system. The problem is the Grady family never password-protected their wifi so anyone could have pirated their system. Even Todd,” Lara explained to the girls’ mother.
“Ellie is clever, and she is on the verge of being a beauty. Emma is already there, boys want to date her thinking she is sixteen or older. It is the height. Now, take a look at the angle from which the footage was shot.” Gloria waited for the light bulb to go on in Lara’s head. “I bet it was shot from my bedroom window. I will further bet that my husband or one of the girls is the videographer. The red herring of using the Grady wifi to post had to be Ellie’s idea, Bud would never think of it. If I am right, you may punish them as you see fit. Not Bud, I’ll deal with him, but those two conniving children of mine are yours to discipline.”
“Could this wait until after school tomorrow? I have my Gramma’s church service and birthday party to get to,” she giggled, “not that I have to get dressed or anything. So I need to get home, right after I drain this.” Lara sucked down the last of the coffee in her mug and rinsed the mug in the sink to await the dishwasher.
“Come over when you are ready,” was all Gloria Kmetko told her sitter, who left with several more dollars in compensation than she had expected.
When Kayla and her mother saw Lara come in the mudroom door they were both ready to take the drive to church. Both were wearing sundresses and sandals. Lara grabbed a piece of toast; put the cash from the Kmetko’s on the table and ate the toast and gulped a glass of juice. “Washed up over at Gloria and Bud’s, Mom, so I’m ready when you are,” Lara smiled.
“Under the rules, they are Mr. And Mrs. Kmetko, Lara. You may no longer refer to them in the familiar of first names.” Carla reminded her. The frown on Lara’s face showed she still did not get the hang of this new order.
Gramma’s church was ten miles away from the Finn home and took the Finn family half an hour of travel time. Parking the Enclave took another ten minutes. The Finn women made it into the church five minutes before the doors closed and services began.
Lara thought she was free and clear, the seniors were recognized, Gramma Finn had a hymn dedicated for her birthday and then the preacher stood and announced his sermon topic, “Obedience is better than Sacrifice,” he began.
Lara zoned out seven minutes into the sermon until a nudge from her mother brought her back into the moment. “I see we have a live example, young lady please step up here. I’m sure your testimony will act as a deterrent for the youth of this congregation.”
“Go up there, he wants you to tell everyone what happened to you,” Kayla stage whispered.
“But, I’m naked,” Lara responded.
“I believe that is the point,” Carla Finn told her daughter, “go up front now.”
The center aisle of the church might have been seventy-five feet long. To Lara with every eye upon her, the walk up that narrow lane felt like it was a marathon course.
The Pastor smiled at her and kept his eyes on hers, “This is Lara Finn, granddaughter of Silvia Finn. Let’s give her a warm gospel Chapel welcome.” Polite applause for the ‘sinner’ in the front of the church came from the congregation. “She will now give us her testimony.”
“Hi,” Lara began nervously, “Most of you know that some new laws and ordinances were voted into law recently. I was one of the slackers who did not know nor care about those things. I had a boyfriend, nice clothes, and an attitude that nothing mattered in life but me. I let my chores pile up at home, did the bare minimum to pass in school, and generally believed life was something you slept through between parties.
“My reality check came on the day my sister came home from college and caught me wearing her clothes because all of mine were dirty and in a pile in the laundry room. It was my main chore to keep up with the wash. My mom kept reminding me to do it and I always found an excuse not to do it. Kayla, my sister, demanded I give her back her clothes.
“I was not aware of public stripping as part of the new rules, Kayla demanded her sweater and skirt. I figured what the heck my bikini and the underwear I had on covered the same bits so I gave them to her. She found out the undies I wore were also hers and while we were arguing Mom pulled up and the next thing I knew I was naked and had a big D on my stomach and another on my back.”
As she told more of her story from Thursday afternoon when it began until Friday when she found out she would not be allowed to dress again until her mother released her from discipline, to the story about shopping and the encounter with the police. Lara found her nipples growing erect even as her body reddened with embarrassment. She also discovered she became increasingly damp between her legs as she related her testimony before the congregation of the church.
She found herself breathing rapidly and squirming as she finished her story. The Pastor pointed out, “This young lady is under discipline and clearly needs relief. Who among us will show her the heavenly mercy and relieve her burden.”
‘HUH?’ Lara thought, ‘What is he talking about?’
Kayla whispered to her mother, “OMG, they are looking for someone in the church to masturbate Lara to orgasm, which is what relief means in the JPO program.”
“They would not do that here in church,” Carla whispered back. Then she watched as two ushers brought a small table with a white linen tablecloth on it to the front of the sanctuary. She thought, ‘Well then maybe they would.’
“Yes,” the pastor acknowledged the volunteer, “Lara’s relief sponsor shall be her grandmother.”
Lara was told to lie back on the table, the two male ushers held her up by the shoulders. Granny Finn walked slowly but steadily to her side and whispered in her ear, “Remember the summer you turned ten and I taught you how to do this? How it was our little secret? Well, close your eyes and pretend you are ten again.”
Granny Finn tweaked the granddaughter’s nipples until the rubbery eraser tips became fully extended and then began gently stroking the girl’s thighs before reaching the outer lips of her vagina. By then a stain had grown on the white linen cloth, there was no denying Lara was aroused and needed relief. A few strokes on the inner lips parted them and then the older woman began to caress stroke and flick Lara’s clitoris. Moans, squirms, and groans followed by gasps and finally, “AAAAYYYEEE!!!” Then Lara sagged back into the arms of the ushers.
“Now all the youth in the congregation you have just witnessed the consequences of sinful disobedience in a live demonstration. Be warned that any child under discipline attending services here will stand up front and confess in testimony to the sin that brought about their nakedness and if necessary be relieved before the congregation. Let us pray, God forgives all those who sin and are made to wear the shame of nakedness, bless this child so that she might change her wicked ways and be healed of the sin of sloth and laziness that led to her disobedience. Help the youth of this church to avoid all fault and shame. We pray to you, Amen
“This service is concluded go and enjoy the rest of the day God has given us.”
Lara was confused. She was utterly humiliated in one part of her brain; her grandmother had publically masturbated her to orgasm. The other part was saying, “Heck, I have never cum so hard in my life and I still can’t breath right.”
To make matters worse or better Lara was not sure, Bruce Wilkes stood in front of Lara. “Oh, please no! Of all people to attend this church Bruce who was my supermarket kiss.”
“Hi, Lara,” Bruce smiled his damaged face radiant and his perfect teeth showing, “That was very brave of you. This church announced two weeks ago that once the Juvenile Protection Outreach program began we would be a sponsoring and participating agency. Sorry, it turned out that you were the first girl to have to testify. Sorry, our video caused you to lose your boyfriend. If I told you he was seeing Gemma Weems on the sly would it help? He has been to my shop buying condoms and I saw her in the car waiting on him, twice.”
Lara felt her humiliating embarrassment slowly change to anger. Todd two-timing her with Gemma, Gemma of all girls in the junior class, Gemma Weems.
“Uh, I know this is late coming Lara, but, I have a bid for prom and now that you are not dating Todd, would you go with me as friends?” Bruce asked her in a timid voice.
She stood, kissed Bruce full on the lips, and responded, “Not as friends, as boyfriend and girlfriend. You are sweet, loyal, kind, and everything I want in a man. What I thought I wanted in Todd the jock with good looks. Well, he proved that to be the wrong thing for me. If you will have me on your arm, I’m yours for the summer and maybe senior year as well.”
Chapter 4 Sitter Trouble
Lana finished the last load of laundry just before one o’clock in the morning. She had every item folded or ready to hang (her mother’s work clothes were already on hangers) and decided to call it a night. She planned to rise early enough to sort all the wash and place her clothing back into her drawers and closet before going to sit for the Kmetko girls.
Her surprise was finding her mother, who usually slept in on Saturday morning, already up and about at seven a.m. when she padded down to the laundry room. Her second surprise was to find her father’s old military duffel bag in the laundry room. It was empty.
“Hi, Mom, what gets you up this early?” Lana cheerfully greeted her parent and reached for the carafe of coffee in the brewer.
“There were three things that needed emptying, dear one, my bladder, my head, and the laundry room.” Her mother did not sound upset. Instead, she continued to fill her late husband’s duffel bag with her youngest child’s freshly laundered clothing.
“Mom, I got up early to finish this and put things away, thank you for helping, however...”