6 comments/ 101912 views/ 8 favorites The Hanson Center for Unruly Girls By: powerlady18 1. The Hanson Center For Unruly Girls was founded in 2000, by Marjorie Hanson, a wealthy older woman who had a unique insight into young women aged 18 to 21 who suffered from severe behavioral problems. It was located in Central Florida on a large secluded plot of land. The philosophy of the program was to transform the girls into productive members of society. The program was structured so that the girl's day was almost totally consumed with activities designed to teach them a sense of discipline and responsibility. All of the girl's activities are supervised by a staff of ten male "handlers". These handlers supervise every aspect of the girl's lives. This includes showering, dressing and undressing, as well as a very rigorous exercise regime. The girls must also participate in chores related to the upkeep of the program such as shopping, cooking, and cleaning. The girls were allowed to earn "points" through meticulous and thorough completion of assigned chores. These points allow the girls to "earn" privileges such as unsupervised free time. The most unusual aspect of the program is its discipline. The girls are frequently ordered to remove some or all of their clothing by male staff for even a small infraction. In this state, they are often spanked or their intimate areas handled. They could also be required to assume demeaning poses such as bending over and reaching back with both hands to spread their bottoms and expose their vaginas and anuses. It is believed that this level of sexual humiliation is required to truly transform an unruly girl such as this. Ellen Tripper was hired as Program Director for the Hanson Center for Unruly Girls in 2003. Prior to her hiring, the Center was failing miserably in its mission. Ms. Hanson had decided to search for a well-trained professional woman who had experience disciplining young females. Ms. Tripper had worked in a variety of settings as a nurse for ten years. She was a very attractive, well-dressed woman with a highly forceful and commanding personality. She had a natural gift for understanding a young woman's particular personality problems, and how to most effectively intervene with them. When Ms. Hanson interviewed Ms. Tripper she realized that she was highly underutilized in her current position, and so she offered her the extraordinary opportunity to make better use of her unique skills and talents. When Ms. Hanson told Ms. Tripper that she would be able to engage in sexual discipline of the girls at the Center she was ecstatic. She had been married to a man who had not satisfied her sexual needs, and this had left her quite frustrated and unhappy. Ms. Tripper saw this position as an opportunity to finally unleash the sexual power and dominance that she had always known was inside of her. 2. Twenty year old Tess Anderson paced nervously back and forth in front of her window overlooking the garden. Her dark brown hair was cut in a bob, and her smooth freshly scrubbed complexion and hazel eyes made her look as though she could have been an Ivory Snow girl. However, the rest of her life did not square with her all-American good looks. Tess had been having what was euphemistically called a difficult transition to adulthood. She had proven herself incapable of the personal organization to remain successfully in college, and had dropped out after only one semester. The last straw was that she had been caught shoplifting after returning home to live with her parents. That is when her parents had finally decided to take this final measure and send her to this special school. Tess had never really taken responsibility for her problems, and deep down held on to the belief that one day she would find a friend and mentor, someone who would really understand her the way her parents hadn't, and give her what she needed. Tess had been at the residence for six months, and had had a very difficult time adjusting to the rules and regulations, especially with regard to discipline. Tess had a particularly difficult time exposing her naked body, and often became tearful. On one occasion, Ms. Tripper had observed Tess crying hysterically during a punishment and had intervened by signaling the male staff to stop, and telling Tess to pull up her underwear. Tess's head rested on her shoulder as she led the still tearful girl into her office. Deep inside, Ellen Tripper could not deny the lust she felt. She could not help feeling excited by a beautiful young woman who was so needy. She knew the power she had over a girl like Tess. She could smooth things over here at the school. She would tell the male handlers not to punish her. She would cut her chore load. All Tess would have to do was be nice to her. Over the months, Ms Tripper would call Tess into her office for their private talks. She would tell Tess how beautiful she was and how much potential she had. She reassured her that just because she had to drop out of college her first year it did not mean she was destined for failure like her mother had said. At first, Tess lit up around Ms. Tripper. She felt special in a way that she had never felt before. Here was this older woman taking such an interest in her, and she enjoyed getting all this attention. Yet after several months, Tess started to feel strange around Ms. Tripper. She could not deny the sinking feeling in her stomach, the sense that something was expected of her, and that Ms. Tripper had an interest in her beyond being a mentor. She felt her looking at her body, especially her bottom. She also noticed that the touching and inappropriate comments had become more frequent. Poor Tess was torn between her need for protection and understanding and her steadily increasing feeling of dread. One of the other girls had told her that Ms Tripper had had a "special" relationship with another girl a while back. Tess began to realize that it was only a matter of time before sexual demands would be placed on her. She had no one to turn to. 3. Ms. Tripper was absolutely giddy. She put on her nicest pair of silk pajamas and poured herself a glass of white wine as she waited for Tess to arrive. A male handler escorted Tess to her room. She looked radiant in her white dress that clung tightly to her full body, especially her bottom. "Come sit down beside me, Tess." Tess sat down at the table and nervously looked around. Ms. Tripper put her hand on Tess's knee and said "I'm so pleased to have you here all for myself. We have the whole night ahead of us. Do you know what fun we're going to have together?" Tess pulled her chair back and started frantically looking around. "But you're a woman, Ms. Tripper. An older woman...old enough to be my..." "Be your mother? That's right, Tess, I'm an older woman. It's been so long...it's so pent up in me, these sexual desires." "Oh please, don't tell me those things." Tess covered up her ears like a little girl. Ms. Tripper moved her chair closer to her and pulled her hands away from her ears and placed them on her lap. Tess tried to move them, but Ms. Tripper held them there firmly. "Have you ever felt the inside of an older woman's thighs?" Tess turned her head away. "Look at me", Ms. Tripper ordered. Tess looked at Ms. Tripper. Her eyes began to water. "There, there Tess. Ms. Tripper understands girls like you...beautiful young girls with so many problems." Ms. Tripper then gently kissed Tess's neck. "Oh god, this can't be happening," Ms. Tripper poured Tess a glass of wine and handed it to her. Tess reluctantly took the glass and held it there stiffly. "Now take a big gulp." "But I don't like to drink wi......" "Are we going going to have a problem? You wouldn't think of spoiling all the fun?" "Well, no...I mean..." Ms. Tripper took her middle finger and ran it across Tess's full lips. Tess closed her mouth tightly and Ms. Tripper gave it a firm smack. "Ouch." Tess uttered. "You are too uptight. This is not the way a young lady with your sexual attributes should behave. Now, I'll tell you one last time. Drink your wine for Ms. Tripper." Tess gulped down most of the glass. "You missed a spot." Ms. Tripper licked the wine off of her cheek. Tess cringed in horror. "Good girl." Ms. Tripper grabbed Tess's chin and pulled her face up close. Tess felt a sick feeling in her stomach. She shut her eyes wishing she were back at home with her parents. But she had screwed up too badly this time. When Tess opened her eyes Ms. Tripper gave her a wet kiss on the lips. "Please, I need to go to the bathroom." Tess pleaded. "Of course, Tess. Let's go." "Oh please, I just need a moment for myself." "I don't think you understand. You have no privacy here. We're going to share all our time together. Now do you need to go the bathroom?" "No, Ms. Tripper." "So you lied to me?" Tess squirmed in her chair. There was no escape. She started breathing harder like she was suffocating. Ms. Tripper began stroking her hair. "Such a beautiful young girl who just can't seem to pull her life together." "Why me...why do I have to stay here with you tonight?" "Because you need lots of guidance." "But you are talking about doing such awful things..." "We're not just going to talk about such things, Tess". Ms. Tripper told Tess to stand up. She instructed her to sit on the edge of the bed. Tess looked down at the floor. "Now don't be shy, sweetheart. You have nothing to be ashamed of...such a beautiful body." "Please don't say that, Ms. Tripper." Ms. Tripper lowered the light a bit on the halogen lamp. She then stood right in front of Tess. She felt a rush of excitement as she looked down at the quivering, helpless girl. She had waited all week for this night and now it was here. "Why don't you untie Ms. Tripper's pajama pants?" "Oh god, no...oh please, I can't do that." "Now Tess, this can go nice and smoothly or we're going to have a big problem on our hands. You've seen how Ms. Tripper disciplines the other girls." Tess looked terrified. Her face turned pale and she began shaking her legs. "Haven't you been spared of that kind of humiliation? Do you recall what I did to Melissa when she refused to lick Rick's balls. I mean, how dare she deny our wonderful new handler such a pleasure." The thought of Ms. Tripper's hard working handlers being denied pleasure made her furious. "Tess, my patience is wearing thin. Now Ms. Tripper has had a long week. You are very lucky that I have chosen you to spend the night with me." Ms. Tripper pulled Tess's hands to her pajama strings and told her to untie them. Tess untied them and Ms. Tripper pulled them down until they dropped to the floor. She then told Tess to stand up and turn around. She unzipped the back of her dress and ran her hand across Tess's back. She then told her to place the dress neatly on the chair beside the bed. Tess stood in front of her with just her bra and panties on. "My my, those panties are just what I imagined you would wear." Tess covered up her panties with her hands. She just wanted this whole thing to stop. She thought if only she could just make herself disappear. But she couldn't. She was trapped with a woman who had been lusting after her for months now. A woman old enough to be her mother. Ms. Tripper removed Tess's hands from her panties and slid her finger inside. Tess bit her bottom lip and tried to move away. Ms. Tripper then pulled down Tess's panties and told her to step out of them. She then asked Tess to unbutton her pajama top. Tess's hands were shaking as she undid each button. Ms. Tripper removed her pajama top and stepped back to look at Tess. "Take off your last piece of clothing." Tess started crying. Ms. Tripper smiled as Tess clumsily unclasped her bra. Tess then looked straight at Ms. Tripper. Her mascara was running down her cheeks. Ms. Tripper could not believe this was finally happening. A 20-year beauty that filled her with such lust was about to be completely naked in front of her. "Remove your bra, Tess." Tess shook her head from side to side as she said "please, please can we just stop this now and I can go back to my room." Ms. Tripper smirked. "I wouldn't stop this for anything in the world." Ms. Tripper held out her hand and gestured for Tess to give her the bra. Tess handed her the bra and looked down at the floor. "Hold your head up high, sweetheart. You should feel very proud of yourself." Tess lifted her head up. Ms. Tripper grabbed a tissue from the night table and gently wiped the mascara off of Tess's face. She then kissed Tess softly on her lips and told her to lie down. Tess began to lie down on the bed. Ms. Tripper firmly said, "Oh no, not that way. Turn over on your tummy." Tess panicked and froze. Ms. Tripper moved to the edge of the bed and said, "Remember, nothing is private." "But, why do want me to...to turn over?" Ms. Tripper rubbed her hands and smiled. "You think you can just hide it from me?" "Hide...hide what?" "On your tummy, Tess." Tess crawled up in a ball and began sobbing. "Now Tess roll over on your stomach like a good girl." Tess rolled over on her stomach. Ms. couldn't wait to open up Tess's full bottom and see the beautiful treasure inside. "Tess, do you now understand what part of your sexy body I am most interested in?" "No, Ms. Tripper". I want your young, beautiful 20-year-old anus all for myself. Do you know how many times I've wanted to get in your pants? Do you know how long I've looked at girls like you? I'm 43 years old, and it's finally going to happen." Ms. Tripper could barely stand it as she rubbed the girl's smooth cheeks. She squeezed them and enjoyed feeling Tess tense up in terror. Then at last she spread open her bottom and gave it a kiss. "Oh Ms. Tripper, but your 43 years old...old enough to be my mother." "That's right, now say it, a 43-year-old woman is making love to my beautiful anus." Tess reluctantly repeated this and Ms. Tripper plunged her tongue inside the hole. "Tess, I can smell you." "Please don't tell me that." "You feel so ashamed, don't you? I've wanted a girlfriend as long as I can remember. I've wanted to look at her private parts and play with them. I can see everything...your fleshy, pink vagina and your anus, surrounded by reddish hairs. And now I have them all to myself." Tess continued to sob. "Why must you tell me all of this?" "How does it feel? How does it feel to be the recipient of a 43-year old woman's pent up lust?" Ms. Tripper then gave a deep tongue kiss to Tess's anus. "I have a beautiful young girlfriend. We're going to be so intimate. Only you can give me what I need." "I can't hear it anymore, please" Then Ms. Tripper told Tess to sit up and guided her hand to her breast. Tess shamefully looked away. "Look at me, Tess." Tess looked at Ms. Tripper. Tears were streaming down her face. "Now squeeze my breast." Ms. Tripper then moved Tess's hand down her stomach to her vagina. "See what you've done to me?" Ms. Tripper then gave Tess a kiss. "Do you know that this is the first time I have ever felt such sexual passion?" "Oh, Ms. Tripper...please." Ms. Tripper squeezed Tess's vagina and then slid her finger in. "You're going to be my girl lover, Tess. My special female lover. Do you know the kinds of things that two intimate women do together?" Tess now pleaded for Ms. Tripper to stop. "Is my little sweetheart embarrassed? You look so beautiful when you cry. Don't look away from me." Ms. Tripper grabbed Tess's chin. "Tess, you can cry in front of Ms. Tripper. She understands how many problems you have." "Please, I want to go home." "Lie down on the bed, Tess." "Oh no...this can't be happening to me." Ms. Tripper lay down on the bed and pulled Tess closer to her. She began stroking Tess's vagina, and then kissed her all over body. "We're going to be lovers now. Do you know that women give each other special kisses in special places?" "What places?" "Do you know what a 69 is, Tess?" Ms. Tripper moved Tess into the proper position, and began fondling Tess's vagina. She then started to kiss it. Tess was frozen. "Let me hear you, Tess. I want to hear you moan in pleasure." "I can't...I just can't." Ms. Tripper couldn't hold back any longer. She slid out her tongue. "This is the most alive I have ever felt in my life. I have never been able to let go this way before." "Oh god, stop. Please stop." "Tess, you can't just continue to lie there motionless." Ms. Tripper slowly moved her vagina closer to Tess's mouth. Tess could feel the curly hairs against her lips. "Oh my God...no" "That's right, it's time to show Ms. Tripper your real affection for her." The tearful girl puckered her lips and prepared to give Ms. Tripper the pleasure of her life....... Comments, feedback and suggestions warmly welcomed. The Hanson Center for Unruly Girls Ch. 02 1. Ms. Tripper awoke to the sound of bustling in the hallway. Staff was getting the girls ready for their morning run. Due to severe acting out behavior the previous day, two of the girls would have to complete their five-mile run with no bras. This would be particularly uncomfortable for the two big-breasted girls, Kelly and Sandra. If only they had not refused to spread their bottoms and take a finger in their tight little holes. Not only did they lose points for private time, but they would also have to endure horrific humiliation as they ran, cupping their breasts, to keep them from painfully flopping up and down in front of the whole staff. Ms. Tripper could not wait to start her day. The long night with Tess had left her feeling both peaceful and rejuvenated. When she glanced over at her little darling she saw her laying on her back staring at the ceiling. The frazzled girl looked like she was in a state of shock. Ms. Tripper rolled over on her right side and gave her a good mourning kiss on the cheek. Tess sat up and looked longingly out the window. Ms. Tripper then squeezed her sweetheart's hand and told her not to worry for "they had many more exciting nights ahead of them". Soon there was a knock on the door. It was her favorite male handler, Ted. He entered Ms. Tripper's room and ordered Tess to get out of bed. As Ted assisted Tess with getting dressed, Ms. Tripper winked at him saying that very soon he would be able to experience Tess's wonderful delights the way she had. Ted smiled and stared at her bottom as he helped her pull up her panties. Tess's cheeks turned bright red. Ms. Tripper squeezed her bottom saying, "Isn't she just darling?" Ted escorted Tess back to her room. He told her to take off all her clothes and he led her to the shower. As Tess helplessly stood in the shower and Ted soaped up her vagina, she let out a loud sob. Ted shook his head thinking that Ms. Tripper must be feeling quite satisfied. Ms. Tripper stood in front of the mirror naked and carefully studied her body. She had a beautiful hour glass shape with medium size breasts and a nice, firm bottom. She felt immense pride for how well preserved she was for a 43 year old woman. Ms. Tripper began squeezing her nipples as she thought about the Hanson Center's current "problem girl", a stunning, twenty-four year old African- American named Tasha. Ms Tripper had found the girl so compelling that she had decided to stretch the age limit so the girl could be admitted. For a while Ellen Tripper had to admit, Tasha had been getting the better of her. Ms Tripper had been paralyzed around the girl. Tasha alternated between being sexually provocative, and excessively modest. She sometimes wore extremely low cut tops which prominently displayed her breasts, and "low rider" jeans which allowed anyone who was interested to see several inches of the crack separating her full cheeks. At other times, she would cover up excessively, as if she wanted to disguise her sexuality entirely. She also was having an effect on the male staff, often seeming to paralyze them, and reducing their effectiveness. Tasha seemed able to manipulate everyone in a way Ms. Tripper couldn't understand. She seemed to be laughing at all of them as she got away with things none of the other girls could. She was also extremely lazy, and this was having a bad effect on general morale. She seemed to feel that she was owed something. And her provocative behavior had the entire staff at its wits end. Something had to be done. Ellen had learned through experience that when she felt paralyzed around a young woman, that it was time to seek outside, expert consultation. Even though she had blossomed quite a bit as a person since taking this job, she occasionally needed help. She consulted a male colleague of hers whom she was able to confide in. Over lunch the friend had skillfully teased out what was going on. He told Ellen that he believed that Tasha's problems were triggering very deep-seated passions in Ms. Tripper. He confronted her with his suspicion that she had been secretly attracted to black women for many years, but had suppressed it due to her rigid family background. Ms Tripper was momentarily floored, but had to admit he was right. She decided to go back and carefully review Tasha's intake materials. It turned out that Tasha had lived at home before coming to the center, in a highly disturbed and enmeshed relationship with her mother. At twenty four, she still slept in her childhood room with her stuffed animals. She also was unable to have a normal sexual relationship with a man, having had one relationship which was abusive, where she had moved out and lived with the man for only a few months before returning home defeated to her mother. Her other relationships had been with men who had openly cheated on her with multiple other women. Tasha's facade of confidence began to crumble. Ms Tripper began to see her as she really was; a girl who provocatively acted out because she had a desperate need to resolve her burning conflicts around her body, sexuality, and dominant older women. Inside that hot young body there was a volcano of sexual conflict, shame and humiliation that was erupting, and disrupting the smooth flow of the program. Now, Ellen Tripper knew just what to do. 2. Tasha entered the office and looked around. She had never been there before, and seemed amazed at how cozy and plush it was. Ms. Tripper certainly knew how to create the right atmosphere to conduct her most important business. She was wearing her favorite black suit and high heeled pumps. She rolled her chair from behind the desk, crossed her legs and told Tasha to sit down on the chair in front of her. Tasha slunk down in it and played with her charm bracelet. "That's a lovely bracelet, Tasha. Who gave it to you?" "Oh nobody special." "Look up at me when you speak." Tasha flashed an angry look at Ms. Tripper. Her dark brown eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared a bit. Ms. Tripper rolled her chair up close to her and firmly grabbed her face. "I'm not sure if you understand what's happening. You are about to be thrown out of this program. It is a privilege for you to be here, young lady... and you have not shown the proper appreciation for this opportunity." "Opportunity...you've got to be kidding." Ms. Tripper rolled her chair back, stood up and stretched her arms. She then pulled out a thick chart from the desk drawer and sat back down. As she read the chart, Tasha nervously stared at her feet. She wondered what information was in there. She could barely stand the silence. Ms. Tripper smiled and shook her head as she scanned the pages. Then she closed the chart and placed it on her desk. "Why don't you take off your jacket, Tasha." "But I feel a little cold, Ms. Tripper." "Don't worry...Ms. Tripper knows how to warm up beautiful young girls." Tasha bit her bottom lip and tightly closed her legs. "Tasha has a modest side, doesn't she? Do you need Ms. Tripper to help you take off your jacket?" Tasha angrily said, "no, I can do it." Tasha took off her jacket and placed it on the arm of the chair. She sat motionless with her hands clasped together on her lap. "Now that's much better. Ms. Tripper can see your big beautiful breasts. Tasha likes to taunt the staff with them, doesn't she?" Tasha squirmed in her chair. "I believe I asked you a question, young lady." "No, Ms. Tripper." "No, what?" "I....I don't like to taunt the staff with..." "With what?" "With my... with my breasts." "With my big beautiful breasts. Say it." "With my big... big beautiful breasts". "Now tell Ms. Tripper who gave you the bracelet." "I don't want to talk about it." "I read in your chart that Alex was your last boyfriend. He was a fireman, wasn't he?" "I said I don't want to talk about it." "Apparently, he had a quite an insatiable lust for women." "Ms. Tripper knows how to handle women like you...women who are stubborn and resentful and can't face life. "I...I don't have any problems." "Then why do you still live at home with your mommy... in your childhood home surrounded by all your little stuffed animals." "That's not true... the stuffed animals are put away in the closet." "Really." Ms. Tripper stood up and pulled out a picture from Tasha's chart. She then threw it on Tasha's lap. "Pick it up and look at it." Tasha picked it up, took a quick look and then said, "how did you get this?" We have pictures of all our girl's living quarters. It gives us some vital information about them. You stayed with a man who had sex with other women... and he told you all about it, didn't he?" "I broke up with him." "You're lying...again you're lying. Your own mother told me during my interview with her that Alex tried to leave you but you begged him not to...you pleaded and pleaded with him..." Tasha looked down at the floor. "I didn't plead...I" "Look at me." "No." "If you don't look at me right now, you can go to your room, pack up your bags and leave." Tasha looked at Ms. Tripper and said, "Fine, that's exactly what I'll do." Ms. Tripper pulled her chair back and Tasha stood up. She put her jacket on and headed for the door. Ms. Tripper sat in her chair smiling. Tasha suddenly turned around and said, "Why are you smiling like that?" Ms. Tripper remained quiet and just stared at her. Tasha put her hand on the doorknob and stood motionless. "What are you waiting for, sweetheart?" "I want to sit down for a moment." Tasha sat back down on the chair. "Oh, you mean you're reconsidering leaving the program." "I don't know" "You do have a big bottom, Tasha. Tasha got up and looked out the window. She couldn't believe she was in this position. She kept thinking that maybe she could just leave and get a job somewhere and somehow support herself. But she had never done that before. She had always been totally dependent on her mother. Without turning around Tasha said, "Stop looking at me like that." "I can hardly see how you squeeze those big cheeks into your jeans." Tasha turned around abruptly. "Stop pretending you're so innocent, Tasha. You're the one who wears jeans so low that everyone can see that delicious, dark crack of yours." "What do you want from me?" "Ms. Tripper has been watching you for quite a while." "What do you mean watching me?" "I've watched the way you wiggle your big bottom and then deliberately bend over and stick it out for everyone to see." "That's not true." "You secretly crave attention there, don't you?" Tasha started pacing back and forth. "Sit down, Tasha. It's your fault that Ms. Tripper has singled you out. I'm afraid I have a lot more in store for you, Tasha." Tasha's eyes widened with terror. "I won't do it" "Then I suggest that you get your things and get out of here." "But... but I...you can't make me do this...what kind of a program is this?" "This is a specialized program where stubborn young girls like you learn their proper place." "But why...?" Ms. Tripper looked at her watch. "Come on, Tasha...we haven't got all day." Tasha froze. Ms. Tripper got up and stood over her. "I suggest you agree to do whatever is necessary to keep your spot in this program." Tears streamed down Tasha's face. "But..." Tasha looked up at Ms. Tripper with her dark, brown eyes. Ms. Tripper felt a rush of excitement shoot through her body. "But please Ms. Tripper...I don't want to..." "Ms. Tripper is losing her patience, Tasha." Tasha started sobbing. Ms. Tripper stepped back a bit. "Now beg. Get down on your knees and beg me to save your spot in the program." Tasha got down on her knees with her head lowered. "Look up at me." Tasha looked up. She had a sinking sensation in her stomach. "Now convince me to let you stay here." "Please...please let me stay here, Ms. Tripper." "Why should I? What are you going to do for me?" "I'll...I'll do...I'll do anything to stay here." "Anything? You realize that none of your private parts will be off limits to Ms. Tripper." "Yesss." "Including that dark crack of yours." "Yes." "But you know what Ms. Tripper really wants, don't you?" "No." "Yes, you do. What wonderful thing would we see if Tasha opened up her bottom cheeks nice and wide?" "I don't know." "Answer the question." "My...my asshole?" "You learned the proper term for it here, now use it." "My anus." "Is it hairy?" "Maybe a little, I don't know...I guess so" Tasha replied meekly "Tell me exactly what you're willing to do with that sassy little bottom of yours if I agree to keep you in the program." Still kneeling on the floor, Tasha shakily said, "I'll spread my bottom nice and wide and let you see my hairy 24 year old anus." Ms Tripper was filled with lust hearing these humiliating words from this kneeling, exotic beauty. She had never been more aware of her power, or of her lust to see Tasha properly humbled. "Now Tasha, what would you have to do to accomplish this little display for me" "You mean pull down my pants...and panties" Tasha said shakily. "No dear, I mean pull down your pants and panties so Ms Tripper can see your big brown bottom. Now repeat after me: 'Tasha is going to pull down her own pants and panties so Ms Tripper can see her big brown bottom' " Choking with shame, Tasha repeated Ms Tripper's words. "Now stand up in front of Ms Tripper so she can have a nice view" She rolled back her chair. She savored the spectacle as Tasha slowly rose to her feet. There are few moments more exciting than when a young beautiful woman is about to unwillingly bare her private parts. "Unfasten the belt, Tasha" With fumbling hands the shamefaced girl complied. It was clear now that Ms Tripper was going to prolong her agony as much as she could. "Now unbutton them" Tasha kept her head lowered. Ms Tripper let her stand there for a few seconds with her jeans undone, hands fumbling nervously at her sides. She savored the look of defeat on Tasha's face. "Now unzip them and pull them down to your knees" Ms Tripper knew from experience that partial stripping could be more effective at times. For example, Tasha would look more ridiculous with her pants and panties pulled down around her knees than she would with them removed entirely. And shaming this girl was all Ellen Tripper wanted in life at this moment. She let Tasha sweat for a second, feeling her utter helplessness as she stood humbled in front of this powerful woman. "Tasha, pull down your panties," Ms Tripper ordered firmly. Her face burning with shame the girl lowered her pink lace panties until they joined her jeans at her knees. Her dark thighs were muscular and well defined, but what really caught Ms Tripper's attention was Tasha's full bush. She felt a surge of lust as she anticipated seeing the girl spread open, and at her mercy. "My, My Tasha's a hairy girl isn't she?" Ellen Tripper wheeled her chair so that her face was right in front of Tasha's crotch. To Tasha's horror, she wrapped her arms around Tasha's thighs and pressed her face right into Tasha's pubic mound. She inhaled lustfully, and then planted a kiss on the mortified girl's vagina. Tasha squirmed uncomfortably. Then Ms. Tripper seemed to recover herself and scooted back in her chair a few feet. "Now if I recall correctly my dear, there is something else that you wanted to show me, but I think you'll have to turn around" Tasha slowly pivoted until her full dark backside, with it's dark provocative crack was facing Ms Tripper. "What are we looking at Tasha"? "Were looking at...oh god.....Tasha's big ...brown...b-b-bottom" Ms Tripper resisted the strong urge to give those succulent brown cheeks a firm squeeze. She would have time for that later. "Well now, I think it's time for that special little display we talked about " Ms Tripper said in a mocking tone. "How should we do this, after all we want your big moment to be special" On the other side of the office was a beautiful Italian black leather couch. Ms Tripper knew immediately that it would be perfect for The girls humiliating "display". "Now Tasha, I want you to go and put yourself over the couch, with that big bottom facing me." Tasha began awkwardly shuffling over. She could only take small steps because of her pants and panties bunched at her knees. She really did look ridiculous. When she reached the couch, she got down on her knees perpendicular to the length of the couch and then positioned herself over it, her bottom sticking out prominently. Ellen Tripper could scarcely contain herself. In just a few moments, at her command this helpless girl was going to, of her own free will, take her own hands and spread open her bottom and submit her hidden treasures to Ellen's lustful appetites. "Now Tasha, when I count to three, I want your hands to reach back and find your big, meaty cheeks." One...... two........ three!" The quivering girl reached back and placed a hand on each of her full buttocks. Ms Tripper noticed that Tasha had actually done a good job manicuring her nails, which of course only added to the sex appeal of this little show. "Now give your bottom a little squeeze, dear" Tasha complied with the degrading order. "Now When I count to three again, I want you to spread your bottom open just as wide as you can, but first, in your own words. I want to hear what I'm going to see when you do that." "Please....Ms. Tripper" Tasha pleaded "Come now dear, you have no modesty now" "You're going to see my....my...." "Your what dear, we haven't got all day" Ms Tripper snapped impatiently. "my.......a-a-a-anus............" "Your what?" "My ........my.........h-h-h-h-airy " "Spit it out" Ms Tripper barked. "MY HAIRY TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD ANUS!" Tasha shouted before letting out a loud sob. "One.........." Ms. Tripper began counting. "Two............" "Three" With a low groan of shame Tasha's bottom opened wide. Her dark brown fingers with their red nail polish held her in this obscene position. Ms Tripper beheld the obscene, yet deeply arousing spectacle in front of her. She walked over and got down on her knees behind Tasha for a close-up inspection. Tashas hairy crack was wide open, and her treasures were on full display. Her cheeks were pulled so far apart that even her vagina was opened slightly, and Ms Tripper could see some of the pinkish flesh of the interior. But the center of her interest was the girls anus. Tasha's anus was a perfect brown star, surrounded by a large halo of almost jet black skin, and ringed with a very light cover of black, kinky hair. Ms. tripper extended her index finger, and gently poked the tip into the center of the hole, which tightened in response. "You do have a lovely anus my dear, hairy, but not too much. And very responsive". Tasha cringed. Ms Tripped ran her finger around the dark rim. Tasha recoiled in horror as Ms Tripper put her nose right up against her anus and took a long sniff, like a dog catching a scent. "Now for a nice little kissy -kiss" Ms Tripper is going to give Tasha's beautiful little anus a nice, long romantic kiss. But first, does Tasha know how to kiss back?" "Oh god no please......" What was she talking about. "Wink your anus for me Tasha" "W-w-w-w-hat ...do you mean.......wink it? Tasha stammered. "Come on, Ms. Tripper wants a show, wink it like one of those cheap little whores in the Times Square peep shows." "O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h--..........." Tasha finally allowed this degrading order to sink in. Sobbing in shame she squeezed her anus tighly shut, then pushed out, then squeezed .....causing her anus to pulsate obscenely in a "winking" motion that excited Ms Tripper to no end. The Hanson Center for Unruly Girls Ch. 02 "Now that's how an obedient girl kisses back with her pretty little anus. Your anus is fairly open Tasha, and Ms Tripper won't be satisfied unless she can poke her tongue in, at least a little way. Do you understand me girl?" Tasha had never heard of anything so disgusting. She began to cry. "Now I want you ask very explicitly for a kiss" Sobbing, Tasha did what she had to do. "M-m-y .......hairy....a-a-a-a-anus .....needs a ........k-k-k-k-kiss." "Stop stammering child, I can barely hear you." Summoning all her courage, Tasha again nearly shouted "Kiss my anus....please!" Before dissolving in sobs. Tasha felt the woman's breath and then the first touch of her lips on her most private place. Her stomach tightened into a knot as she felt the warm, wet tongue poke insistently at the opening. Ms Tripper kissed away savoring the taste and aroma of Tasha's musky crack. "Kiss Ms Tripper back sweetie, be a good girl" Tasha reluctantly began "winking" her anus as she had been instructed. She had never been so ashamed in her life. The seat of the sofa was now wet with her tears of hot humiliation. Ellen Tripper grabbed Tasha's brown cheeks for leverage and continued her obscene assault on the girl's defenseless anus. As Tasha became wet with Ms Trippers saliva, Ms Tripper found she was indeed able to get her tongue just a little bit into the tight tunnel of Tasha's rectum. This was simply as good as it got. As a woman, this was as close as she could get to "fucking" Tasha's anus. Savoring her triumph, she reached down between her legs, found her vagina, and with a few seconds of rubbing, reached a thundering orgasm. 3. Ellen Tripper picked herself up and sat back down in her chair. She plucked one of Tasha's hairs from between her lips. On the other side of the room, the defeated girl remained bent over the side of the couch, her body racked with sobs. She had definitely been brought down a few notches, Ellen Tripper thought to herself. But still, Ellen wanted more. She burned with a lust to see Tasha defeated and destroyed, beyond any hope of recovery. She listened to the girl's cries. After a few minutes. Tasha slowly rose from the couch and stood up. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her face was wet with tears. Slowly and awkwardly, she reached down and began pulling up her panties. "And just what do you think you're doing young lady" Ms Tripper said loudly. "P-p-p-pulling....up.....my...pants and panties" "Oh no my dear...We're not close to being finished with you" , Ms. Tripper said in a mocking tone. "P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-lease.......Ms. Tripper please......h-h-h-have mercy....I'm so ashamed.....please let me go.......I'll be a g-g-g-g-ood girl..........I did what we said." In desperation, Tasha got down on the floor and wrapped her arms around Ms. Tripper's calves. She started kissing her feet. Please, I beg you." "You really don't have much dignity, do you Tasha?" "No Ms. Tripper, I have no dignity at all", she said looking up pathetically, her naked brown bottom fully visible. "I'm not really convinced that's true Tasha" You see we won't be through here until I've taken all of your dignity, not just most of it." She grabbed Tasha's chin and brought her face down in front of the kneeling girl. With her left hand she grabbed the girl's face. With her right hand, she began firmly handling the girl's large breasts. "You see Tasha, we're not finished with your lovely body yet. Ms Tripper is going to take not just your body, but your spirit as well. She gave her a deep kiss, and then looking into her dark brown eyes said: "Now my dear, you're going to find out what shame really is." Tasha was almost frozen with panic. Ms. Tripper decided to give the poor girl a few minutes to recover. After all, she had learned that maximum humiliation can only be inflicted if the young woman is alert and feeling every second of what is happening to her. She was afraid that Tasha was going numb. So she allowed the tearful girl to go and sit on the couch without, of course being allowed to pull up her pants. After a few minutes her sobs had subsided, and Ms Tripper knew then that she could continue. "O.K. Tasha, break's over. Get up and take off the rest of your clothes. You can keep your socks on, it's a bit cold in here. Come on, Tasha, we haven't got all day" With her eyes misting again, the beauty slowly rose from the couch and began to disrobe. She looked around ridiculously for a place to put her clothes, and Ms. Tripper firmly instructed her to place them on the couch. Ms Tripper sat and watched as the apprehensive girl slowly made herself naked in front of her tormentor. At last Tasha stood in nothing but her socks. She looked at the floor. Ms Tripper walked over to her and ran her hands through Tasha's braids. She began kneading her breasts again and then kissed her on the mouth. Tasha started crying. "Please....don't" Tasha pleaded. Ms. Tripper grabbed her face and looked directly into her eyes. " I want you to know something Tasha" She said in a low voice. Tasha's eyes looked at her pleadingly. "I want you to know how much I am going to enjoy doing this to you. Do you know that?" "O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h......" Tasha moaned in shame. "I went shopping today, Tasha." Now there's a bag on the table over there. Do you see it?" Tasha nodded. "Go get it and bring it over here." The bag was a generic plastic shopping bag. Tasha walked over, picked up the bag and then walked back to stand in front of Ms. Tripper. "This is going to be so much fun" said Ms. Tripper. "Open the bag and look inside, Tasha" Tasha opened the bag and saw two plastic bags, one from a local produce market, and another from Duane Reade. "I want you to take out the bag from the produce market and open it." Tasha obeyed. The plastic rustled as she retrieved the bag and opened it to reveal a rather large zucchini squash. "I don't understand.....what am I...........? Tasha stammered. "Of course you don't dear, a puzzle only fits when you have all the pieces. Open the second bag." When Tasha opened the second bag she thought she was going to be sick.......It was a jar of vaseline! "Oh God no ........please" she realized Ms. Tripper's plan for her. "Oh yes my sweet.....you didn't think I was finished with that delectable little rump of yours, did you?" "Now if I were you, I'd open up that jar of vaseline, because I think that zucchini is going to be a very snug fit in that anus of yours." Tasha burst forth in a fresh torrent of sobs at these words. "Now, my brown beauty, since, as we've learned it's so important for a young lady to be in the proper position for these things.........Let me think. Aha! I've got it. I think we'll have you come over here, with your bottom facing me. Yes, that's it. Good. Now lean forward....good.... now raise your right leg up on the desk.....Come on, that's a good girl." Tasha looked like a ballerina doing her stretches.. Her raised leg meant that her hairy crack was wide open and only two feet from Ms. Tripper's face. She was showing everything. "Oh yes, that's perfect", Ms. Tripper said clapping her hands delightedly. "You certainly are flexible. "Now, I'm going to help you, sweetheart". Grabbing the zucchini in her hand she said: "I'm going to hold you're little friend here for a minute so that you can reach back and lubricate your own anus!" Ms. Tripper could barely contain her lust. Tearfully accepting her fate, Tasha fumbled off the lid to the jar. She scooped out a dollop of the vaseline and began awkwardly smearing it on her anus. "I'd be a little more thorough if I were you......... come on, get that finger right up there. Tasha let out a sob, but she did stick her index finger deep inside her rectum and began pistoning it in and out. "Now it's time for your big moment" said Ms. Tripper handing her the zucchini. "Up, up and away, my dear!! Tasha felt a hot rush of blood and a ringing in her ears as she positioned the rounded end of the zucchini at the opening. This was humiliation beyond her wildest imaginings. "Wait a second, Tasha. I want you to say what you are about to do" "I....I-I-I'm going to stick a big zucchini up my twenty-four year old anus", Tasha said "and put on a dirty sex show with my big, slutty bottom" Ms. Tripper added. "I'm going to stick a big zucchini up my twenty-four year old anus........ and put on a dirty sex show with my big, slutty bottom" Tasha repeated, tears of shame running down her face. "Come on now girl, get it up there" Tasha had the zucchini positioned behind her like a missile ready for take-off. She gave a push, but felt nothing but the resistance of her clenched anus. She tried to force herself to relax and she continued to push. Suddenly the girl's anus yielded and she had two or three inches of it inside of her. "Ouch......." said the startled girl. "Push it a little more in said Ms. Tripper. Because there will be hell to pay if it slips out before I want it to. Tasha reluctantly complied. The first four inches of the squash were now buried deep in her rectum, including the knob shaped end which would help keep it from falling out. About four more inches stuck out. "You know Tasha, I think it would be really sexy if you moved it in and out for me. Kind of like it was a big penis. You know, for realism." The dejected girl meekly complied. "You know Tasha, assuming you're ever able to get another man after this, you'll never be able to hold on to him without having anal sex, so you'd better get used to this. Then again, maybe you'll never be able to be with a man again. You can make some kind of career out of this. You know, going around to different powerful women for money, and putting on these degrading little shows so they can blow off steam. I could be your manager." Sobbing, Tasha continued moving the zucchini in and out of her bottom. "You know I think we could use a little narration. How about you look right at me, and say: 'Tasha is having anal sex with a zucchini'. O.K.? How about say, five times in a row. The devastated girl repeated her humiliating refrain while continuing to sodomize herself. " O.K. That's about enough of that. Now I want you to take your leg off the table and stand in the center of the room. WITHOUT dropping the zucchini." Tasha gingerly lowered her leg and clenching her anus around the zucchini, walked to the center of the room. "Now, we're really almost done" said Ms. Tripper jovially. Have you ever worked out in the gym, Tasha?" Tasha nodded yes. "Good, then you know what squats are." Tasha's stomach sank again. "Now I want you to turn so your backside is facing me, and spread your bottom just as wide as you can." Tasha obeyed the latest degrading command. Good, now I have an excellent view. That zucchini is really stretching your anus. Now your going to slowly lower yourself into a squat, and then slowly raise yourself up. And don't drop your little package On the count of three...One.....two.......three ." Ms. Tripper watched with great interest as Tasha's muscular thighs did their work. "Good ...good.... she said. Now, you are going to repeat this ten times, but of course, I have a little something for you to say." Ms. Tripper wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to Tasha. Tasha looked at it and wept. "Now, I want you to keep your bottom spread and do the exercise ten times. On the way down, I want you to count out the numbers, one, two...and so forth. On the way back up, I want you to repeat what's on that piece of paper in a loud, clear voice. Do you understand me?" Tasha nodded. "Ready.........Go" Tasha held her cheeks apart and slowly lowered herself into a squat, the zucchini protruding lewdly and visibly from her rectum. "One..........." and then as she raised herself back up......"I have no dignity left." "Two........."I have no dignity left." "Three......... I have no dignity left." Tearful, Tasha repeated her humiliating refrain ten times before returning to a standing position. "Well now, I think were just about done. But my dear, you still have a zucchini in your bottom. What are we going to do about that."? Tasha reached back to begin pulling it out. "Oh no dear, not like that." She ordered Tasha back down into a squat. "Spread your bottom." Tasha held her cheeks wide apart exposing her stretched anus. "Now, squeeze it out for Ms. Tripper. Squeeze it out of your bottom you dirty, dirty girl." "Please.....not that" Tasha pleaded, sobbing hysterically. "Oh yes, you do it you filthy, filthy girl. You work that nasty bottom." Groaning with shame Tasha began to slowly squeeze the intruder out. She was acutely aware that she was performing a parody of her most private function for her tormentor. Ms. Tripper watched Tasha's anus expand, and eventually the zucchini popped out and landed on the floor. Tasha dropped to her knees and wailed in absolute humiliation. "Hands and knees" Ms. Tripper ordered. She forced Tasha to crawl on the floor. She chased her, spanking her gently swaying bottom. She made her repeat "I'm so low.....I have no dignity......." over and over. As Tasha crawled dejectedly, Ellen Tripper again sat back in her chair, found her vagina and began to masturbate herself to yet another orgasm. Note from the author: Thanks so much for all your kind feedback and comments. I am going to be writing a part three, which will be much more severe, and feature discipline and enforced sexual activity between one of the girls, and several of the male handlers. -Powerlady The Hanson Center for Unruly Girls Ch. 03 While Ms. Tripper had thoroughly enjoyed humiliating Tasha, it was just not enough. Women like Tasha continued to have a powerful hold on her. They kept seducing her to the point where she could barely sleep at night. She could not resist their big, Black cheeks and the dark holes inside, and on some level they knew it. There was one other girl at the Hanson Center who was feeding Ms. Tripper's lustful desire to humiliate. Her name was Kisha. She had beautiful bronze skin and big, enticing brown eyes. And her bottom. Ms. Tripper had never seen such a big bottom. For a while, Kisha had fooled Ms. Tripper into believing that she was getting better, that her attitude was really improving. She had shown some initiative by getting up earlier than the other girls and offering to do more chores. On a few occasions, Kisha even demonstrated great cooperation by spreading her bottom beautifully for staff during inspections. Ms. Tripper had been delighted, and gave Kisha extra private time as an incentive to continue her progress. However, Kisha soon disappointed Ms. Tripper. She began slacking off and getting up late. She also began engaging in power struggles with the staff. Ms. Tripper had made attempts to intervene, but to no avail. She was fed up with Kisha whom she now believed needed to be severely punished. Kisha was in her room fixing her hair when one of the male handlers, Dave, came to her room. He opened the door and saw Kisha in her white T-shirt with no panties on. Her black, curly bush was fully exposed and Dave had a nice feel before he told Kisha the news. Dave was smiling and Kisha was scared because she knew that smile meant only one thing, that she was in big trouble with Ms. Tripper. Dave told Kisha that Ms. Tripper wanted to see her in her room immediately and to get dressed. As Kisha put on her panties Dave squeezed her bottom and then slid his finger in her dark crack. Kisha was startled and Dave told her to hurry up, and put on the rest of her clothes. He then led Kisha to Ms. Tripper's room. Ms. Tripper let Kisha into her room and told her to sit down at the table next to her. Kisha sat down and fidgeted with her hands. "Ms. Tripper is very disappointed with you, Kisha." "Why...I don't understand, Ms. Tripper?" "Oh, I think you do understand. Your behavior here has been atrocious, and this simply can't be tolerated." Kisha began nervously twisting her hair. "But Ms. Tripper, I've tried so hard to be good...I haven't done anything wrong." Ms. Tripper leaned close to Kisha and said, "Do you honestly think you can look at me with those big, brown eyes and get out of this?" "But...but I'm not trying to get out of anything." "Ms. Tripper is not going to fall for it, Kisha." "Please Ms. Tripper I'll be good from now on...I'll..." "It's too late, dear. The entire staff is fed up with you. I have no choice but to discharge you from the program." "Oh my god...no, please...you can't do that. I have nowhere else to go." "I'm afraid that's my problem. You'll need to gather up your things today and leave by this afternoon so we can immediately fill your spot." Kisha stood up from her chair and uttered in a loud, pathetic voice, "Please Ms. Tripper...I need to stay here. Please don't kick me out." "First of all, you need to sit down, dear... you're nearly hysterical." Kisha sat back down and stared helplessly at Ms. Tripper. Ms. Tripper began rubbing Kisha's hand and said, "I can see how upset you are by this. Maybe there's something we can do." Kisha smiled with relief. Ms. Tripper stood up and walked over to her night table. She opened the drawer and pulled out a tape recorder. She then sat back down at the table with Kisha. Kisha stared at the tape recorder with a perplexed look on her face. "Now, I want you to think very carefully about how you're going to convince me to let you stay here." "Oh Ms. Tripper...you just wouldn't throw me out, would you? You used to give me extra private time because you said I was such a good, obedient girl. I spread my bottom nicely for the staff, didn't I?" "Yes, you did Kisha. You did spread your big bottom for the staff very nicely. But then what happened?" In a shaky voice Kisha said, "What do you mean, Ms. Tripper?" "Well, you grew rather lazy with your spreads, didn't you? The male staff could hardly see your anus." Kisha awkwardly lowered her head. "Come now dear...are you embarrassed when I bring up your anus?" Kisha looked up and said, "yes, Ms. Tripper." "Oh, it's nothing to be embarrassed of. In fact, as I recall, the one time I actually saw your pretty, little anus was during a morning inspection. You were being quite cooperative at that point, and when your spread bottom, your anus was fully exposed." "Oh god, Ms. Tripper. I never really thought about it." "Oh come now, why do you think we have all the girls here at the Hanson Center spread their bottoms? And you know what, Kisha, I must say, your anus is quite outstanding." Kisha looked down again. Ms. Tripper squeezed her chin and pulled her face up. "Your anus is just right...not too hairy, but just enough, right Kisha?" "Yes, Ms. Tripper." "Yes, what?" "My a-a-anus is just right...not too hairy, but just enough." "Now tell Ms. Tripper what are you willing to do to stay in this program?" "But Ms. Tripper...okay, I'll go back to being obedient. I'll listen to the staff...I'll get up early again. Remember... remember how early I was getting up?" Ms. Tripper shook her head and said, "I'm afraid it's just not good enough, Kisha. Unless you come up with something better than that, I'm going to have to discharge you from the program today." "But what else can I possibly do?" "You better think of something." "But I don't know...I don't know what else I can do?" "I'll give you a hint...you can do something more with your sexy anus." "Something more...but... but there is nothing more...I mean, you saw it, didn't you? I can show it to you again...I'll spread it real wide for you, Ms. Tripper. Kisha then stood up and said "I'll do it right now if you like." "Oh for goodness sake, Kisha...sit back down. You're making a pitiful spectacle of yourself." Kisha sat down. She started breathing faster, then asked for a glass of water. Ms. Tripper went to her mini refrigerator and took about a bottle of water. She poured Kisha a glass and Kisha gulped it down. Water spilled all over her cheeks. Ms. Tripper handed her a napkin and said, "wipe your face, girl...can't you do anything right?" Kisha wiped her cheeks and lowered her head again. "Well...if that's how little determined you are to stay here...I have no other choice but to..." "Oh Ms. Tripper, no...I don't want to leave here...please I want to stay." "How badly do you want to stay?" "Badly, Ms. Tripper...badly." "Then is Kisha willing to do very nasty things with her anus?" "Nasty things?" "Now say it...say deep down Kisha is not a sweet, innocent girl...deep down Kisha is a very nasty girl who likes to do very dirty, sexual things." Tears ran down Kisha's face as she said, "But Ms. Tripper...I'm not a...I'm not a n-n-nasty girl." "How badly do you want to stay here, Kisha?" "The first step is admitting your true nature." "But I don't like to..." Ms. Tripper looked at her watch and said "you're out of time, Kisha. This is your last chance...I'm warning you." Kisha began sobbing. Ms. Tripper turned on the tape recorder. "Now go ahead and make your confession to Ms. Tripper." "Kisha...Kisha is not a...not a sweet, innocent girl..." "Come on, finish up." "Kisha is a very nasty...a very nasty girl who likes to do very dirty things." "And there's nothing Kisha won't do with her dark, sexy anus to stay in this program." "And there's nothing Kisha won't do with... with her d-d-dark, sexy anus to stay in this program." "Even if Ms. Tripper wants to give it a nice lick, right Kisha?" "Yes... Ms. Tripper." "And do other things?" Kisha shook her head and said, "what other things could you possibly...possibly do to me there?" "I'll leave that to your own imagination, Kisha. Now do we have an understanding, the understanding that you will do anything,... anything I tell you to do to stay here?" "Yes, Ms. Tripper." "Now wipe the mascara off of your face and go attend to your afternoon chores. I'm sure you won't be giving the staff any more trouble now, will you?" "No, Ms. Tripper." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part Two Kisha spent the entire day working. It was as if she were trying to make up for the weeks that she had slacked off so Ms. Tripper would go easier on her. Yet Ms. Tripper had no intention of doing that. In some deep way, she felt betrayed by Kisha. Kisha had held out the promise of delivering something wonderful to her, the opportunity to feel like she was making a real difference in a troubled young woman's life. Kisha had exploited Ms. Tripper's desire to give, and now she was going to pay a severe price with her beautiful, sexy body. For Ms. Tripper's bitter disappointment was about to be transformed into the worst sexual humiliation she had ever delivered to any woman. Ms. Tripper could hardly wait for Kisha to arrive. She had had a long day reprimanding several girls for various violations. Sometimes it shocked her when the same girls made the same exact mistakes. It did not seem to matter how many times a day their breasts were punished or how many times their anuses were forced on display by male staff who never grew tired of inserting their fingers deep inside and moving them in and out while the girls cried and moaned. Ms. Tripper often got to the point of considering leaving her position, but when the opportunity arose for humiliating another young sexy woman she always changed her mind. It was 7:45 pm, the time when the Center recreational room was filled up with girls reading magazines and books that had been chosen for them by Ms. Tripper. After all, most of these girls were college dropouts, and Ms. Tripper felt it was necessary to impose a rigorous program of intellectual development on them. She just could not tolerate a bunch of "ignoramuses" in her innovative program. Stupidity was highly detested at the Center, and was subject to severe humiliation and punishment. Dave arrived at Kisha's room at around 7:50. He entered and saw that she was fully dressed and sitting on her bed biting her nails. Kisha had never felt so nervous. Her whole body was tense, and she kept trying to think of ways that she could convince Ms. Tripper that her attitude had dramatically changed, and that there would be no need to do what she had planned for her. Dave told Kisha that since he had arrived early and they had a few minutes to spare he wanted to watch her take off her clothes and put them back on again. Kisha made a sullen pout, and Dave her told her to be a good sport and do as she was told. Kisha got up and reluctantly pulled off her sweater and pulled down her tight black skirt. She then stood there motionless. "Now slide off the panty hose and panties, Kisha", Dave said. Dave could not resist getting one more look at Kisha's dark bush. He walked over and stared down at it with a wide smile on his face. Kisha tried to cover it up but he moved her hands away. Then Dave whispered in her ear, "Ms. Tripper told me that when she is through with you, I'd have first crack at your sexy Black body. Kisha jerked backwards and Dave told her abruptly to put her clothes back on because it was time to go. When Kisha entered Ms. Tripper's room she was fixing herself a drink. Ms. Tripper was not in the mood for wine, she wanted something stronger, like brandy. She offered Kisha a glass and she obediently gulped it down. Ms. Tripper then told her to sit down on the red velvet chair beside her bed. Kisha sat on the chair and kept pulling her skirt down so it would not ride up so much. Ms. Tripper ordered her to put her hands on the arms of the chair. Kisha obeyed. "My, you do have a rather large, full mouth, don't you?" "Yes, Ms. Tripper." Ms. Tripper then walked over to Kisha and ran her finger over Kisha's lips. She had on a lovely shade of red lipstick. "Your big mouth can certainly accommodate big things, right Kisha?" "Yes." Ms. Tripper then went to her mini refrigerator and took out a silver bowl filled with hard-boiled eggs painted in many bright colors. Ms. Tripper placed the bowl on a table next to Kisha and sat down on a chair in front of her. Kisha's eyes widened as she looked at the bowl. She then nervously looked at Ms. Tripper and said, "What are those eggs for, Ms. Tripper?" "Well dear, Ms. Tripper wants to have a bit of fun." "A b-b-it of fun?" "Yes, that's right." "B-b-but those are eggs, Ms. Tripper." "How observant you are, Kisha. Yes, next to you on the table is a bowl filled with eggs... painted with beautiful colors I might add. Don't you think?" "Well, yes...I suppose so." "Come on now...why don't you tell me which color is your favorite?" "Oh I don't know Ms. Tripper...they're all nice I guess." "Why don't you go ahead and pick one...pick the one that strikes your fancy." Kisha's lower lip started trembling. She looked at the bowl for a few moments and then looked back at Ms. Tripper and froze. "Now Kisha, do you recall saying that you will do whatever it takes to stay here?" "Well, yes Ms. Tripper." Ms. Tripper then sternly said, "choose an egg, right now." Kisha awkwardly put her hand in the bowl and pulled out an egg that was painted sky blue. She squeezed the egg in her hand and then put it in her lap. "Be very careful not to crack it, Kisha." Kisha loosened her grip on the egg and it accidentally fell on the floor. Ms. Tripper flashed an angry, disapproving look and said, "what a stupid, clumsy girl. Now bend over and pick it up...and let's hope that nothing happened to it." Kisha picked up the egg, held it up, and in a frightened voice said, "look Ms. Tripper, it's perfectly okay...no cracks." "Good...now I want you to pull off your sweater and remove your bra so I can take a look at your big breasts." Kisha nervously began to pull off her sweater when Ms. Tripper shouted, "For goodness sakes you incompetent, put the egg down first so you don't crack it, and then take off your sweater and bra. Kisha's hands were shaking as she put the egg back in the bowl and removed her sweater and bra. "Now tell Ms. Tripper what to do next." "What do you mean, Ms. Tripper?" "Let's see Kisha show some initiative." "Some initiative?" "What should Ms. Tripper do to your big breasts?" "Oh Ms. Tripper please...I don't know." "You're not being very cooperative, Kisha." "S-s-queeze them." "Good...now ask me to do it." "Ms. Tripper, will you please squeeze my breasts?" "Say my big breasts, Kisha." "Will you please squeeze my big breasts?" Ms. Tripper pulled her chair closer to Kisha. She then cupped Kisha's breasts in her hands and squeezed them firmly. "You're nipples are getting hard, Kisha." "What should Ms. Tripper do next?" In a whiney voice Kisha said, "Oh Ms. Tripper...I don't know. Why do you keep asking me what you should do?" Ms. Tripper smacked Kisha across the face and Kisha let out a big sob. "Now what should Ms. Tripper do next, Kisha?" "You should... you should squeeze my breasts...my big breasts some more." "I'm tired of that...what else?" Kisha began to sob again. "Come on, girls like you need to take far more responsibility for their sexuality. "You can...you can s-s-s-uck on them." "Do you want me to suck on your perky, dark nipples?" "Yes, Ms. Tripper." "Ask me properly." "Will you please suck on...suck on my perky, dark nipples?" Ms. Tripper lifted up Kisha's left breast and lowered her head to Kisha's nipple. She then opened her mouth and began to suck on it while Kisha sat there motionless. Ms. Tripper rubbed her pussy with her right hand as she sucked and sucked and moaned with pleasure. She sucked so hard at one point that Kisha felt like she was disappearing, like Ms. Tripper was sucking the life out of her. Kisha tried to push her head away but Ms. Tripper kept going until she finally decided she'd had enough. She then stood up and said, "Now we're going to have a lot more fun." "More fun?" "That's right dear, more fun." "But haven't we had enough fun for today, Ms. Tripper?" Ms. Tripper shook her head and then stroked Kisha's long, tightly curled hair as she said, "now Kisha, there's no sense in delaying the inevitable. You see, that's your problem...you always put things off thinking there will be a better time..." "But Ms. Tripper, I've had a really long day and I really need to have a rest and..." "Irresponsible girls like you don't deserve a rest, Kisha. Now I want you to take your shiny blue egg out of the bowl." Kisha hesitated for a moment and then picked up the blue egg. Her eyes widened as she stared at the egg. "Now go ahead and open up your pretty mouth." Kisha opened her mouth. The egg was shaking in her hand. "Now I want you to put the egg in your mouth and suck on it." "But that's so awful...please don't make me do that." "Come on, show Ms. Tripper how sexy you are when suck on the egg." Kisha began crying. She closed her mouth and stared at the egg she was still holding in her hand. Ms. Tripper grabbed a tissue and wiped Kisha's tears as she said, "there, there sweetheart...Ms. Tripper knows how hard it is to overcome such shame about your sexuality." Ms. Tripper then sat down on the chair in front of Kisha and said, "Now suck on the egg just like you would suck on a man's penis...show Ms. Tripper how competent you truly are at this." Tears were still streaming down Kisha's face as she glided the egg in and out of her mouth. "You look so beautiful doing that. Don't you want to learn how to really please a man? "Okay, you can stop now." Kisha gasped as she spit the egg out of her mouth. "Place the egg the back in the bowl dear." Kisha put the egg back in the bowl and then looked at Ms. Tripper nervously. Ms. Tripper then stroked Kisha's hair and said, "you've had a very hard day, haven't you?" "Yes, Ms. Tripper." "I'll bet you would like to back to your room, lie down and relax for a while, wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, Ms. Tripper...I'd really like that." "Well, maybe I could let you go..." Kisha's eyes lit up. "But on second thought, you need to do one more thing before you leave here." "One more thing?" "Yes." Ms. Tripper went to her nightstand and opened up the drawer. She pulled out a box with a yellow ribbon tied around it and then handed it to Kisha. "Well, go ahead and open it." Kisha opened the box and looked inside. "But it's another egg." "Yes, that's right. Take it out of the box." Kisha took the egg out of the box and held it up. "That's a very special egg because it's going in a very special place." In a shaky voice Kisha said, "a special place?" "A very special place. Now I want you to stand up and pull down you jeans. Kisha put the egg down on the table next to her, stood up and pulled down her jeans. "Good. Now pull down your panties." "Oh please Ms. Tripper." "Come on, Kisha...this is the last thing you have to do. Don't delay." Kisha pulled down her panties and looked down at the floor. "What a dark, luscious pussy you have." Kisha covered it up with her hands. "Move your hands away from your pussy, Kisha." Kisha lowered her hands to her sides. "Now pick up your golden egg and walk to the center of the room." Kisha cried as she picked up the egg and walked to the center of the room.