Peculiar methods
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Chloe's family discovers how their neighbors punish their daughters, given the girl's attitude it could be the beginning of a lot of new experiences for her
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The shrill ring of the phone sliced through the Saturday morning quiet like a chainsaw through butter. Joanna Cooper wiped her hands on a dishcloth and sighed, wondering who could be calling at this hour when most sensible people were still nursing their first cup of coffee.
"Cooper residence," she answered, tucking the receiver between her ear and shoulder as she continued to wipe down the kitchen counter.
"Joanna? It's Elena Ortiz." The familiar voice on the other end sounded strained, that particular tone of parental desperation Joanna had come to recognize all too well.
"Elena, hi. Everything okay?"
A heavy sigh crackled through the line. "Not exactly. I've got a situation with Zuri. I have my cousin's wedding this weekend in Philadelphia—the one I've been talking about for months? We'd planned to bring Zuri along, but..." Elena paused. "Well, she broke curfew again last night. Third time this month."
Joanna leaned against the counter. "Oh no."
"I know. She's a good kid, but lately... Anyway, she's grounded, and I refuse to reward bad behavior with a trip. The problem is, I don't want to leave her home alone for these days."
"I understand completely," Joanna said, already seeing where this was headed.
"I hate to impose, but would it be possible for Zuri to stay with you while we're gone? She speaks so highly of your family, and I know she'd be in good hands."
Joanna glanced around her kitchen, mentally calculating the logistics. One more teenager in the house wouldn't make much difference, and Zuri had always been respectful during her visits.
"Of course she can stay with us, Elena. No problem at all."
After finalizing the details and hanging up, Joanna gathered her children in the living room to share the news. Chloe sprawled across the armchair, scrolling through her phone with practiced indifference.
"So," Joanna began, "Zuri Ortiz will be staying with us next weekend while her parents attend a wedding in Philadelphia."
Chloe's head snapped up. "Seriously? Why here? Doesn't she have other friends?"
"She's grounded, Chloe. Her parents don't want her staying alone."
Chloe rolled her eyes dramatically. "Great. So we're babysitting the neighborhood delinquent now? What did Little Miss Perfect do, anyway? Return a library book late?"
"Chloe," Joanna warned, her patience already wearing thin.
"What? It's a legitimate question. Also, where is she even going to sleep? Because if you think she's staying in my room—"
"She'll take the guest room," Joanna cut in. "And I expect you to be welcoming. Zuri's going through a rough patch."
"Whatever," Chloe muttered, returning to her phone. "Just keep her out of my stuff."
Max, walked back to his room with his gaming headset half-on, merely shrugged. "Great, I love to play with her!."
Before Joanna could respond to her son, the doorbell rang.
When she opened the front door, she was startled to find Elena Ortiz standing there with both her daughters. But it was Zuri who immediately caught Joanna's attention. The normally well-dressed teenager was wearing what could only be described as a punishment outfit. Her long legs were completely exposed, with nothing but a pair of childish Hello Kitty underwear covering her lower half. Her top wasn't much better—a tight, cropped shirt that barely covered her midriff and barely contained her chest. Zuri's arms were crossed tightly over her front, a futile attempt to hide how her breasts pressed against the thin fabric. Her face was a mask of mortification, eyes cast downward as she stood trembling on the doorstep.
"Oh my god!" Chloe's voice exploded from behind Joanna, who hadn't even realized her daughter had followed her to the door. "What the actual fuck are you wearing?"
Chloe's initial shock quickly dissolved into peals of laughter. "Holy shit, is this for real? Hello Kitty panties? Are you five?"
"Chloe!" Joanna hissed, mortified by her daughter's reaction. She turned back to Elena, whose face was set in a grim expression of parental determination.
"This is part of her punishment. No regular clothes until she learns her lesson." Said Elena.
"Mom," Zuri's voice cracked as she spoke, still not meeting anyone's eyes. "Please. I'm fifteen already. This is embarrassing enough when we do it at home." Her shoulders hunched further inward, making herself as small as possible on the doorstep. "Can we not do it this time? Just this once?"
Elena's expression remained unmoved. "That's exactly why this punishment is effective, Zuri. Actions have consequences. If you want to act like a child by breaking rules, you'll be treated like one." She placed a firm hand on her daughter's shoulder. "
"Okay ehm… Please, come in," Joanna said, stepping aside to allow the Ortiz family to enter the foyer. She was still processing the sight of Zuri in such a state of undress, but her instinct to be a good host took over.
As Elena began explaining the full extent of Zuri's punishment, Zuri's older sister Marisol moved to stand behind her. With a practiced subtlety, she slipped two fingers into the waistband of Zuri's Hello Kitty underwear and gave a sharp, vicious tug upward. The elastic dug into Zuri's flesh, causing her to stiffen and bite her lip to suppress a yelp.
Zuri shot a desperate glance at her mother, trying to catch Elena's eye with a pleading look. She cleared her throat softly and shifted her weight, the subtle movements a silent code between mother and daughter that normally signaled "help me." The underwear cut painfully into her skin as Marisol maintained the wedgie, her sister's face a mask of innocence while their mother continued speaking.
"The clothes restriction isn't just for the weekend," Elena continued, oblivious to what was happening behind her. "It's indefinite until her attitude improves." Elena was saying to Joanna, completely missing—or deliberately ignoring—her younger daughter's silent plea.
Marisol maintained her grip on the underwear, slowly increasing the tension as Elena spoke. Zuri's eyes watered as the fabric cut painfully between her buttocks, but she dared not draw attention to herself. The humiliation was already overwhelming.
"We've tried everything else before with Marisol," Elena sighed. "Grounding, taking away phones, even traditional consequences. Nothing worked until we tried this approach. The embarrassment finally made her behavior improve."
All the while, Marisol maintained her grip on Zuri's underwear, twisting slightly to increase the discomfort. Zuri's face contorted in silent agony, her eyes pleading with Joanna for help that wouldn't come. The older sister's face remained a mask of innocence, positioned just so that Elena couldn't see what she was doing.
"After three days of wearing nothing but underwear around the house, Marisol straightened up completely," Elena continued proudly. "It was like magic. So we're hoping the same method works for Zuri."
Joanna opened her mouth, then closed it again. What could she possibly say? Her eyes darted between Elena's determined expression and Zuri's agonized one. Meanwhile, Marisol had released the waistband just enough that it wouldn't be obvious, but the damage was done—the fabric remained bunched painfully between Zuri's buttocks.
"Well, we should get going—we have a long drive ahead," Elena said quickly, filling the awkward silence as Joanna struggled to find an appropriate response.
"Right, of course," Joanna finally managed, her discomfort evident in her stiff smile.
Elena thrust a small overnight bag into Joanna's hands. "Just the essentials in here. Remember, no regular clothes." She turned to her daughter. "Zuri, be on your best behavior. This is a privilege you don't deserve."
Marisol stepped forward with a saccharine smile. "Bye, little sis," she cooed, wrapping Zuri in what appeared to be a sisterly hug. Under the guise of this affection, her fingers found Zuri's nipples through the thin t-shirt and pinched them hard. "Miss you already," she whispered, twisting slightly before releasing her.
Zuri's body went rigid, her face flushing deeper as she suppressed a cry of pain.
Elena pulled back from her daughters and fixed Zuri with a stern look. "Before we leave, I need your word. Promise me you'll behave while staying with the Coopers."
Zuri nodded quickly, desperate for this moment to end, but her mother wasn't satisfied.
"Verbal response, Zuri. And I need you to explicitly promise to follow all our usual rules. You know what they are."
Zuri swallowed hard, acutely aware of everyone watching her. "I promise to behave, Mom," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then Zuri’s family leaved.
"God, this is better than reality TV," Chloe snickered from the doorway. "I can't believe you actually got caught doing whatever you did. What was it? Stealing candy from babies?”
"Cooper residence," she answered, tucking the receiver between her ear and shoulder as she continued to wipe down the kitchen counter.
"Joanna? It's Elena Ortiz." The familiar voice on the other end sounded strained, that particular tone of parental desperation Joanna had come to recognize all too well.
"Elena, hi. Everything okay?"
A heavy sigh crackled through the line. "Not exactly. I've got a situation with Zuri. I have my cousin's wedding this weekend in Philadelphia—the one I've been talking about for months? We'd planned to bring Zuri along, but..." Elena paused. "Well, she broke curfew again last night. Third time this month."
Joanna leaned against the counter. "Oh no."
"I know. She's a good kid, but lately... Anyway, she's grounded, and I refuse to reward bad behavior with a trip. The problem is, I don't want to leave her home alone for these days."
"I understand completely," Joanna said, already seeing where this was headed.
"I hate to impose, but would it be possible for Zuri to stay with you while we're gone? She speaks so highly of your family, and I know she'd be in good hands."
Joanna glanced around her kitchen, mentally calculating the logistics. One more teenager in the house wouldn't make much difference, and Zuri had always been respectful during her visits.
"Of course she can stay with us, Elena. No problem at all."
After finalizing the details and hanging up, Joanna gathered her children in the living room to share the news. Chloe sprawled across the armchair, scrolling through her phone with practiced indifference.
"So," Joanna began, "Zuri Ortiz will be staying with us next weekend while her parents attend a wedding in Philadelphia."
Chloe's head snapped up. "Seriously? Why here? Doesn't she have other friends?"
"She's grounded, Chloe. Her parents don't want her staying alone."
Chloe rolled her eyes dramatically. "Great. So we're babysitting the neighborhood delinquent now? What did Little Miss Perfect do, anyway? Return a library book late?"
"Chloe," Joanna warned, her patience already wearing thin.
"What? It's a legitimate question. Also, where is she even going to sleep? Because if you think she's staying in my room—"
"She'll take the guest room," Joanna cut in. "And I expect you to be welcoming. Zuri's going through a rough patch."
"Whatever," Chloe muttered, returning to her phone. "Just keep her out of my stuff."
Max, walked back to his room with his gaming headset half-on, merely shrugged. "Great, I love to play with her!."
Before Joanna could respond to her son, the doorbell rang.
When she opened the front door, she was startled to find Elena Ortiz standing there with both her daughters. But it was Zuri who immediately caught Joanna's attention. The normally well-dressed teenager was wearing what could only be described as a punishment outfit. Her long legs were completely exposed, with nothing but a pair of childish Hello Kitty underwear covering her lower half. Her top wasn't much better—a tight, cropped shirt that barely covered her midriff and barely contained her chest. Zuri's arms were crossed tightly over her front, a futile attempt to hide how her breasts pressed against the thin fabric. Her face was a mask of mortification, eyes cast downward as she stood trembling on the doorstep.
"Oh my god!" Chloe's voice exploded from behind Joanna, who hadn't even realized her daughter had followed her to the door. "What the actual fuck are you wearing?"
Chloe's initial shock quickly dissolved into peals of laughter. "Holy shit, is this for real? Hello Kitty panties? Are you five?"
"Chloe!" Joanna hissed, mortified by her daughter's reaction. She turned back to Elena, whose face was set in a grim expression of parental determination.
"This is part of her punishment. No regular clothes until she learns her lesson." Said Elena.
"Mom," Zuri's voice cracked as she spoke, still not meeting anyone's eyes. "Please. I'm fifteen already. This is embarrassing enough when we do it at home." Her shoulders hunched further inward, making herself as small as possible on the doorstep. "Can we not do it this time? Just this once?"
Elena's expression remained unmoved. "That's exactly why this punishment is effective, Zuri. Actions have consequences. If you want to act like a child by breaking rules, you'll be treated like one." She placed a firm hand on her daughter's shoulder. "
"Okay ehm… Please, come in," Joanna said, stepping aside to allow the Ortiz family to enter the foyer. She was still processing the sight of Zuri in such a state of undress, but her instinct to be a good host took over.
As Elena began explaining the full extent of Zuri's punishment, Zuri's older sister Marisol moved to stand behind her. With a practiced subtlety, she slipped two fingers into the waistband of Zuri's Hello Kitty underwear and gave a sharp, vicious tug upward. The elastic dug into Zuri's flesh, causing her to stiffen and bite her lip to suppress a yelp.
Zuri shot a desperate glance at her mother, trying to catch Elena's eye with a pleading look. She cleared her throat softly and shifted her weight, the subtle movements a silent code between mother and daughter that normally signaled "help me." The underwear cut painfully into her skin as Marisol maintained the wedgie, her sister's face a mask of innocence while their mother continued speaking.
"The clothes restriction isn't just for the weekend," Elena continued, oblivious to what was happening behind her. "It's indefinite until her attitude improves." Elena was saying to Joanna, completely missing—or deliberately ignoring—her younger daughter's silent plea.
Marisol maintained her grip on the underwear, slowly increasing the tension as Elena spoke. Zuri's eyes watered as the fabric cut painfully between her buttocks, but she dared not draw attention to herself. The humiliation was already overwhelming.
"We've tried everything else before with Marisol," Elena sighed. "Grounding, taking away phones, even traditional consequences. Nothing worked until we tried this approach. The embarrassment finally made her behavior improve."
All the while, Marisol maintained her grip on Zuri's underwear, twisting slightly to increase the discomfort. Zuri's face contorted in silent agony, her eyes pleading with Joanna for help that wouldn't come. The older sister's face remained a mask of innocence, positioned just so that Elena couldn't see what she was doing.
"After three days of wearing nothing but underwear around the house, Marisol straightened up completely," Elena continued proudly. "It was like magic. So we're hoping the same method works for Zuri."
Joanna opened her mouth, then closed it again. What could she possibly say? Her eyes darted between Elena's determined expression and Zuri's agonized one. Meanwhile, Marisol had released the waistband just enough that it wouldn't be obvious, but the damage was done—the fabric remained bunched painfully between Zuri's buttocks.
"Well, we should get going—we have a long drive ahead," Elena said quickly, filling the awkward silence as Joanna struggled to find an appropriate response.
"Right, of course," Joanna finally managed, her discomfort evident in her stiff smile.
Elena thrust a small overnight bag into Joanna's hands. "Just the essentials in here. Remember, no regular clothes." She turned to her daughter. "Zuri, be on your best behavior. This is a privilege you don't deserve."
Marisol stepped forward with a saccharine smile. "Bye, little sis," she cooed, wrapping Zuri in what appeared to be a sisterly hug. Under the guise of this affection, her fingers found Zuri's nipples through the thin t-shirt and pinched them hard. "Miss you already," she whispered, twisting slightly before releasing her.
Zuri's body went rigid, her face flushing deeper as she suppressed a cry of pain.
Elena pulled back from her daughters and fixed Zuri with a stern look. "Before we leave, I need your word. Promise me you'll behave while staying with the Coopers."
Zuri nodded quickly, desperate for this moment to end, but her mother wasn't satisfied.
"Verbal response, Zuri. And I need you to explicitly promise to follow all our usual rules. You know what they are."
Zuri swallowed hard, acutely aware of everyone watching her. "I promise to behave, Mom," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then Zuri’s family leaved.
"God, this is better than reality TV," Chloe snickered from the doorway. "I can't believe you actually got caught doing whatever you did. What was it? Stealing candy from babies?”
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Elena pulled back from her daughters and fixed Zuri with a stern look. "Before we leave, I need your word. Promise me you'll behave while staying with the Coopers."
Zuri nodded quickly, desperate for this moment to end, but her mother wasn't satisfied.
"Verbal response, Zuri. And I need you to explicitly promise to follow all our usual rules. You know what they are."
Zuri swallowed hard, acutely aware of everyone watching her. "I promise to behave, Mom," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then Zuri’s family leaved.
"God, this is better than reality TV," Chloe snickered from the doorway. "I can't believe you actually got caught doing whatever you did. What was it? Stealing candy from babies?”
"I didn't steal anything," Zuri muttered, staring at the floor.
Elena checked her watch and gathered her purse. "We really need to go now." She placed a hand on Joanna's arm. "There are some notes in Zuri's bag about her punishment schedule and restrictions. You might want to read those when you have a moment."
"Of course," Joanna nodded, walking Elena and Marisol to the door.
As the front door clicked shut, silence filled the living room. Zuri stood awkwardly in the center, arms crossed protectively over her chest. The little t-shirt felt impossibly thin and revealing.
"Um, Mrs. Cooper?" Zuri's voice trembled. "Now that my mom's gone, could we maybe... act normally? I have some clothes in my bag. Could I please change into something else?"
Joanna opened her mouth to respond, but Chloe was faster. In two quick strides, she crossed the room to Zuri.
"Are you serious right now?" Chloe laughed, grabbing the bottom hem of Zuri's t-shirt and yanking it upward, exposing her bare chest to the cool air. "This is way too good! You think the rules just disappear when Mommy leaves?"
"Chloe!" Joanna gasped.
"What? She's grounded, right? That means she doesn't get to decide anything." Chloe's grip tightened on the fabric. "I'm just checking the shirt size," Chloe smirked, keeping her grip firm on the fabric. "Wow, it's like tissue paper. They really made sure you'd learn your lesson, huh?"
Zuri stood frozen, arms trembling at her sides, unable to move as the cool air prickled her exposed skin.
"Let go, Chloe," Joanna warned, stepping forward.
But Chloe just rolled her eyes. "Mom, seriously? I'm doing you a favor making sure she follows her punishment. That's what her mom wanted, right?"
A floorboard creaked from the hallway, followed by a startled gasp. Max stood in the doorway, his eyes widening at the scene before him—Zuri standing there in nothing but her underwear, her small breasts completely exposed while his sister held the shirt bunched up near her collarbone.
"What the hell?" Max blurted out, his voice cracking. Zuri’s legs are slender and toned, with dark brown skin that glistens in the cool air. Her body is petite, with delicate curves and small breasts. Her skin contrasts sharply against the white t-shirt that is pulled up, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. Her expression is frozen in shock and discomfort as she stands before Max.
Zuri's hands flew to her chest, desperately trying to cover herself as her face burned with humiliation. Her fingers splayed across her bare skin, but they weren't enough to hide her exposure.
"Chloe, stop it right now!" she pleaded, her voice breaking as she tried to yank the shirt down with her other hand. Each movement made her small breasts bounce slightly, adding to her mortification as Max stood frozen in the doorway.
"Aww, is the little criminal embarrassed?" Chloe cackled, stretching the thin fabric higher, using her height advantage to keep it just out of Zuri's reach. "Look at her trying to hide! This is priceless!"
Zuri's body trembled, tears welling in her eyes as she struggled between covering herself and fighting for her shirt. Every time she reached up, she exposed herself more, so she hunched forward, one arm pressed firmly across her chest while the other frantically grabbed at the fabric.
"Mom!" Max finally found his voice, though he couldn't seem to look away despite his obvious discomfort. "What the hell is happening?"
Joanna snapped out of her momentary shock "Chloe Marie Cooper!" Joanna's voice cracked like a whip across the room. She strode forward, yanking the shirt from her daughter's grip and quickly lowering it to cover Zuri's exposed chest. "What has gotten into you? This is absolutely unacceptable behavior!"
Chloe rolled her eyes, but Joanna wasn't having it.
"Don't you dare give me that look. Go to your room right now. We'll discuss your punishment later." When Chloe didn't move immediately, Joanna pointed toward the stairs. "Now, Chloe! I'm not asking twice."
"Whatever," Chloe muttered, shooting a smug glance at Zuri before stomping up the stairs.
Joanna turned to Zuri, her expression softening as she gently pulled the thin shirt down to cover the girl's exposed chest. "I am so sorry, sweetheart. That was completely inappropriate."
Zuri's arms remained crossed tightly over her chest, even with the shirt in place. Her eyes were fixed firmly on Max's sneakers, unable to look up at his face. The worn blue Converse had suddenly become the most fascinating objects in the room.
"Max," Joanna said, keeping one protective arm around Zuri's shoulders, "Zuri is staying with us for the weekend while her family is away”
"Yeah, Mom, I know," Max replied, still frozen in the doorway. His eyes darted between his mother and Zuri, confusion evident on his face. "But why is she..." he gestured vaguely at Zuri's state of undress, "you know..."
"It's a punishment," Joanna said stiffly, clearly uncomfortable. "Her mother has specific... methods. We're just respecting their family rules while she stays with us."
Max's eyebrows shot up. "What did she even do?"
Zuri's chest tightened as she felt Max's gaze lingering on her body despite his apparent discomfort. The thin fabric of the shirt did little to hide her small breasts or the fact that she was wearing nothing underneath. Every second that passed felt like an eternity of humiliation.
"I—I need to use the bathroom," Zuri blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."
"Of course, sweetie," Joanna said, shooting Max a warning look. "It's down the hall, first door on the left."
Zuri darted past Max, keeping her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she hurried down the hallway. Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat pulsing with shame and panic. The bathroom door was mercifully right where Joanna had said, and Zuri slipped inside, quickly locking it behind her.
The moment the lock clicked into place, her composure shattered. She slid down against the door until she was sitting on the cold tile floor, her knees pulled up to her chest. The tears she'd been fighting back spilled over, streaming down her cheeks in hot, silent rivulets.
"I swear I'll never break another curfew," Zuri whispered to herself, her voice catching on a sob as she pressed her forehead against her knees. "Not ever again."
The bathroom was at least clean and spacious, with soft blue walls that reminded her of the ocean. But even this brief sanctuary couldn't erase the image of Max's shocked face or the feeling of Chloe's hands yanking up her shirt. Her body still burned with the memory of being exposed, of standing there half-naked while a strange boy stared at her.
Zuri nodded quickly, desperate for this moment to end, but her mother wasn't satisfied.
"Verbal response, Zuri. And I need you to explicitly promise to follow all our usual rules. You know what they are."
Zuri swallowed hard, acutely aware of everyone watching her. "I promise to behave, Mom," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then Zuri’s family leaved.
"God, this is better than reality TV," Chloe snickered from the doorway. "I can't believe you actually got caught doing whatever you did. What was it? Stealing candy from babies?”
"I didn't steal anything," Zuri muttered, staring at the floor.
Elena checked her watch and gathered her purse. "We really need to go now." She placed a hand on Joanna's arm. "There are some notes in Zuri's bag about her punishment schedule and restrictions. You might want to read those when you have a moment."
"Of course," Joanna nodded, walking Elena and Marisol to the door.
As the front door clicked shut, silence filled the living room. Zuri stood awkwardly in the center, arms crossed protectively over her chest. The little t-shirt felt impossibly thin and revealing.
"Um, Mrs. Cooper?" Zuri's voice trembled. "Now that my mom's gone, could we maybe... act normally? I have some clothes in my bag. Could I please change into something else?"
Joanna opened her mouth to respond, but Chloe was faster. In two quick strides, she crossed the room to Zuri.
"Are you serious right now?" Chloe laughed, grabbing the bottom hem of Zuri's t-shirt and yanking it upward, exposing her bare chest to the cool air. "This is way too good! You think the rules just disappear when Mommy leaves?"
"Chloe!" Joanna gasped.
"What? She's grounded, right? That means she doesn't get to decide anything." Chloe's grip tightened on the fabric. "I'm just checking the shirt size," Chloe smirked, keeping her grip firm on the fabric. "Wow, it's like tissue paper. They really made sure you'd learn your lesson, huh?"
Zuri stood frozen, arms trembling at her sides, unable to move as the cool air prickled her exposed skin.
"Let go, Chloe," Joanna warned, stepping forward.
But Chloe just rolled her eyes. "Mom, seriously? I'm doing you a favor making sure she follows her punishment. That's what her mom wanted, right?"
A floorboard creaked from the hallway, followed by a startled gasp. Max stood in the doorway, his eyes widening at the scene before him—Zuri standing there in nothing but her underwear, her small breasts completely exposed while his sister held the shirt bunched up near her collarbone.
"What the hell?" Max blurted out, his voice cracking. Zuri’s legs are slender and toned, with dark brown skin that glistens in the cool air. Her body is petite, with delicate curves and small breasts. Her skin contrasts sharply against the white t-shirt that is pulled up, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. Her expression is frozen in shock and discomfort as she stands before Max.
Zuri's hands flew to her chest, desperately trying to cover herself as her face burned with humiliation. Her fingers splayed across her bare skin, but they weren't enough to hide her exposure.
"Chloe, stop it right now!" she pleaded, her voice breaking as she tried to yank the shirt down with her other hand. Each movement made her small breasts bounce slightly, adding to her mortification as Max stood frozen in the doorway.
"Aww, is the little criminal embarrassed?" Chloe cackled, stretching the thin fabric higher, using her height advantage to keep it just out of Zuri's reach. "Look at her trying to hide! This is priceless!"
Zuri's body trembled, tears welling in her eyes as she struggled between covering herself and fighting for her shirt. Every time she reached up, she exposed herself more, so she hunched forward, one arm pressed firmly across her chest while the other frantically grabbed at the fabric.
"Mom!" Max finally found his voice, though he couldn't seem to look away despite his obvious discomfort. "What the hell is happening?"
Joanna snapped out of her momentary shock "Chloe Marie Cooper!" Joanna's voice cracked like a whip across the room. She strode forward, yanking the shirt from her daughter's grip and quickly lowering it to cover Zuri's exposed chest. "What has gotten into you? This is absolutely unacceptable behavior!"
Chloe rolled her eyes, but Joanna wasn't having it.
"Don't you dare give me that look. Go to your room right now. We'll discuss your punishment later." When Chloe didn't move immediately, Joanna pointed toward the stairs. "Now, Chloe! I'm not asking twice."
"Whatever," Chloe muttered, shooting a smug glance at Zuri before stomping up the stairs.
Joanna turned to Zuri, her expression softening as she gently pulled the thin shirt down to cover the girl's exposed chest. "I am so sorry, sweetheart. That was completely inappropriate."
Zuri's arms remained crossed tightly over her chest, even with the shirt in place. Her eyes were fixed firmly on Max's sneakers, unable to look up at his face. The worn blue Converse had suddenly become the most fascinating objects in the room.
"Max," Joanna said, keeping one protective arm around Zuri's shoulders, "Zuri is staying with us for the weekend while her family is away”
"Yeah, Mom, I know," Max replied, still frozen in the doorway. His eyes darted between his mother and Zuri, confusion evident on his face. "But why is she..." he gestured vaguely at Zuri's state of undress, "you know..."
"It's a punishment," Joanna said stiffly, clearly uncomfortable. "Her mother has specific... methods. We're just respecting their family rules while she stays with us."
Max's eyebrows shot up. "What did she even do?"
Zuri's chest tightened as she felt Max's gaze lingering on her body despite his apparent discomfort. The thin fabric of the shirt did little to hide her small breasts or the fact that she was wearing nothing underneath. Every second that passed felt like an eternity of humiliation.
"I—I need to use the bathroom," Zuri blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."
"Of course, sweetie," Joanna said, shooting Max a warning look. "It's down the hall, first door on the left."
Zuri darted past Max, keeping her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she hurried down the hallway. Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat pulsing with shame and panic. The bathroom door was mercifully right where Joanna had said, and Zuri slipped inside, quickly locking it behind her.
The moment the lock clicked into place, her composure shattered. She slid down against the door until she was sitting on the cold tile floor, her knees pulled up to her chest. The tears she'd been fighting back spilled over, streaming down her cheeks in hot, silent rivulets.
"I swear I'll never break another curfew," Zuri whispered to herself, her voice catching on a sob as she pressed her forehead against her knees. "Not ever again."
The bathroom was at least clean and spacious, with soft blue walls that reminded her of the ocean. But even this brief sanctuary couldn't erase the image of Max's shocked face or the feeling of Chloe's hands yanking up her shirt. Her body still burned with the memory of being exposed, of standing there half-naked while a strange boy stared at her.
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Re: Peculiar methods
Daniels narrative wrote:
"I need you to explicitly promise to follow all our usual rules. You know what they are."
Can't wait to find out what this set of rules happens to be.
How old is Max?
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Great start on this story for your first posting here.
"I need you to explicitly promise to follow all our usual rules. You know what they are."
Can't wait to find out what this set of rules happens to be.
How old is Max?
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Great start on this story for your first posting here.
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Re: Peculiar methods
TeenFan wrote: Thu May 22, 2025 3:00 pm Daniels narrative wrote:
"I need you to explicitly promise to follow all our usual rules. You know what they are."
Can't wait to find out what this set of rules happens to be.
How old is Max?
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Great start on this story for your first posting here.
I plan to public a few of the rules in part 3, instead part 2 is already written, I'm waiting for a moderator to approve it.
Max is older than Zuri, while Zuri is a fifteen year girl in a difficult situation, Max is eighteen years old and Chloe is twenty one.
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Re: Peculiar methods
Where's the original post gone? I'd planned to read it later
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It was posted by memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=4786mikewozere wrote: Thu May 22, 2025 8:42 pm Where's the original post gone? I'd planned to read it later
Who seemingly has 0 posts but when you click on search users posts it brings up this
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Might be a db giltch, but he seems to have deleted the story
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Glad I got to it before it was gone. I thought it was well written and had a good setup.
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