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Part 2

"The last one in is a slut," Alison squealed and began unbuttoning her shorts. Her two friends followed suit until their clothes lay in a mess around the two sun loungers laid out by the edge of the pool.

Three splashes and ...

Part 3

"You think you can trespass and just get away with it? Cause a mess around my pool?" The man shook his head, and the dogs growled.

"We'll clean up the mess," Kate said, "and when we get some money, we'll pay for using the pool. Like a fine or something."

"But we haven't any money at the ...

Part 4

"Right then, ladies." Mr Crumb climbed to his feet and hefted the paddled. Kate's turn to do the cleanup. "Not too much left, I see. You two ladies need to stand at the edge of the pool facing the water. Right at the edge now. And then I want you bent over, holding your ankles. Snap to it ...

Part 5

The three desperate girls remained bent over on show, their various sized and shaped bottoms still absorbing the hot sun, adding to the tremendous pain they so wanted to ease. At least Alison and Mary considered their punishment over, while poor Kate sobbed uncontrollably, terrified at what ...

Final Part

"He can't be serious?" Mary whispered.

"I think he bloody is." Alison shook her head in despair. "We're just going to have to make a run for it. Use the trees and buildings where we can and hope to get lucky."

"Yea, because our luck has been great so far," Kate hissed.

Mary couldn't ...

Thought I's try and get this one in before the deadline. :lol:

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Nancy retied her dirty blonde ponytail.

She slid past the table ...

This is a homage to the babysitters stories with my own take

Chapter One


Jessica parked outside the Brenners’ house and cut the engine, giving herself five seconds to become the version of herself adults trusted. At sixteen, she was tidy, disciplined, and alert: blue eyes bright behind ...

Chapter two

By seven-thirty, the Brenners’ house had the faintly hollow hush of a place in limbo—parental authority vacuumed out, nothing left but the chill of air conditioning and the sound of cartoons from the other room. Jessica sat at the kitchen island, her back straight, arms folded atop the ...

Chapter Three

Jessica stood on the carpet, bare feet prickling with cold and nerves, the towel wrapped tight around her torso. She clutched the fabric at her chest with both hands, knuckles white.
"Drop it," Mark said.

Jessica shook her head, a small, desperate motion. "No. Please. I'll do ...