Polly Did A Bad Bad Thing (Chapter 3 - 9/4)

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Hoping eventually Emma and Polly's parents bring the girls together for joint punishment sessions and maybe a punishment sharing arrangement with Emma and Polly staying at each other's house to experience the differences.

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Hoping eventually Emma and Polly's parents bring the girls together for joint punishment sessions and maybe a punishment sharing arrangement with Emma and Polly staying at each other's house to experience the differences.

Are you reading my mind? It may be a while till we get there, but stay tuned.

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Wow! What a great story so far. I am really enjoying this a lot so far! Hopefully the next chapter is right around the corner.

Fingers crossed, tomorrow.

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Wow! What a great story so far. I am really enjoying this a lot so far! Hopefully the next chapter is right around the corner.

Fingers crossed, tomorrow.

Count me in!

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Chapter 3

The walk from the basement door to the trash bins in the front of the house was about seventy feet. To Polly, it seemed like a mile. Just stepping outside into the backyard, wearing only nail polish and nothing else, had been nerve-wracking enough, but walking out into the street was too much. Polly kept her eyes on the ground, walking quickly to cover the distance as fast as possible, unable to look up for fear of catching someone staring at her. Her face burned hotter than her butt, and her mind was a swirling mess. She was angry at her parents, but even angrier at herself for letting them do this to her, and she was ashamed that her own reckless, stupid behavior got her into this predicament.

Polly dropped the box by the side of the trash container, and then covered her pussy with her hands as she ran back to the basement for another one. At least, the street appeared empty, but by the third trip, Polly was sure she'd seen a window curtain move across the road, and she wondered if one of the neighbors was watching her. The thought sent a chill down her spine. She was convinced that people would instantly know why she was outside naked. She could almost hear the thoughts in their minds. "Oh, there's Polly Wilson; she's totally naked again. Look at her spanked ass. Serves her right, the little slut. Probably going to have a threesome with her mom and dad later."

Where the hell did that come from? The idea was so utterly, absurdly mortifying, and yet, somewhere deep down, a little spark ignited inside her. Was she really so horny that her depraved mind would conjure something like that? Polly pushed the thought away and ran for the next box.

On her last trip, Polly already thought she'd make it without an incident, but just as she turned the corner from the backyard around to the front of the house, she spotted a dark red Subaru Outback rolling down the street. The car slowed and then stopped, and the window came down. Polly recognized Mrs. Sommer, one of the neighbors who lived a few blocks away. She was about Polly's mom's age, with short, dark hair and a pair of fashionable shades perched on her nose.

"Dear God, Polly. Where are your clothes? Why are you naked?" She lowered her sunglasses and peered over them.

Polly wanted to curl up and die. The woman was staring straight right at her, but even worse, in the passenger seat next to her sat Matt Sommer who was in the same grade as Polly and Emma.

"Hey, Polly," he said with a shit-eating grin.

"Hi, Mrs. Sommer. Everything's fine. Just... uh..." Polly didn't know what to say. She held the last of the boxes in front of her as a shield, covering her crotch.

Mrs. Sommer opened the door and got out of the car, stepping onto the sidewalk in her needle-thin heels. "Nothing's fine. A girl your age shouldn't be out showing herself like that. Don't look at her, Matty. In the middle of the day? In the front yard, where anyone can see you? It's shameful."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I just... I'm getting punished," Polly muttered.

"Oh." Mrs. Sommer's expression changed, and her gaze flicked down and then up again as if being punished suddenly made it totally okay for a thirteen-year-old girl to walk around naked. She took her shades off and gave Polly a hard look. "I see. I didn't know. So this is..."

"I was being a brat, so they're making me be naked all the time as punishment. I was just taking the trash out," Polly said. It sounded so ridiculous when she said it out loud, and Matt heard it all. She'd never live this down.

"Right," Mrs. Sommer drawled, her voice slipping into that grating fry, and her mouth twitched. "Well, if that's how your parents do things, I guess. In that case, put that box away and let me see you properly."

"Oh God," Polly said under her breath, but she did as she was told. She turned around and dropped the last box with the others, painfully aware that as she bent, she was showing her red ass to her classmate and his mother.

"Hehe, you're getting spanked, too?" Matt snickered from the car.

"Matthew!" his mother snapped.

"Sorry, Ma."

"Well anyway, you are, aren't you? Spanked by your parents. Those are some marks. Turn around." Mrs. Sommer's eyes bore into Polly.

"Yes, ma'am." Polly could feel her cheeks burning as she spun around, showing everything she had. She didn't dare to cover herself. She could feel Matt's gaze on her bare tits and pussy like a physical touch, and she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could disappear. Never had she been so mortified. Her face burned, and her eyes started to well up with tears. Yet, despite all the shame, a hot thrill shot through her. Her nipples hardened into tight pebbles, and a slick warmth spread between her legs. Was she really getting turned on by getting ogled like this? Why did her body do that?

"That's their right, of course. They're your parents, and you can't argue with that. God knows I sometimes wonder if Matty—Matthew! Put that phone down."

Polly looked up, only to find herself staring into the lens of a phone camera.

"Put it away! Maybe we should spank you, too, and make you walk around naked. How would you like that? Huh?" Mrs. Sommer turned away from Polly and got back into the car.

"Sorry, Ma." Matt stuffed the phone into his pocket, but the grin that he flashed Polly told her that the footage would soon make rounds at school. It did not look like Mrs. Sommer cared one bit beyond her initial admonishment. She slammed the door, and the Subaru pulled away. Polly stood on the sidewalk, watching it disappear, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She had no idea how she was going to survive the coming Monday.

"Was that Dana Sommer who talked to you outside?" her dad asked her when Polly walked back inside. "She didn't give you any trouble, did she?"

"No. She was just shocked that I was outside naked, at first. I told her you were punishing me, and she was like 'Oh, right. Okay then.'"

Her dad laughed. "Good. We didn't think we'd be able to keep it a secret for long, anyway. If someone asks, you just tell them the truth. The whole truth, you understand? It's your own fault, and you have to take responsibility for it. So if anyone asks, you can say how you're getting punished and why."

"Daddy," Polly groaned.

"I mean it. Now, come to think of it, there's another thing you can do. I borrowed a power drill from Bill Simmons a while back, and I've been meaning to drop it off for weeks. You can take it to him. A short walk down the street and back will do you good."

Polly stared at her dad in disbelief. He couldn't be serious. Was he really going to make her walk down the street naked, and knock on a neighbor's door? "Dad! Please. I can't walk around the neighborhood like this."

"It wasn't a question, Polly. Come on, let me get the drill for you. It's in the garage."

Bill Simmons lived about a five-minute walk away, a route that forced Polly to walk past half a dozen houses and then turn into another street. At 3:30 on a Saturday afternoon, the chances of her getting seen by some neighbor or other were high, but as she made her way across the front lawn, the street seemed to be deserted. She clutched the heavy drill to her chest, but it did little to hide the fact that she was completely nude.

Polly kept her head down and tried to appear as casual as possible for a naked teenage girl out in the open in a suburban residential area. She took a deep breath and started down the sidewalk, moving as quickly as she could towards her destination. Her heart almost stopped when she saw that their next door neighbor, Mr. Krueger, was out in the driveway working on his truck, but all she could see of him were a pair of legs sticking out from under the chassis. He did not see her, and Polly held her breath and crept by as quietly as possible. As soon as she was past him, she began to walk faster, until she found herself running.

Polly figured she could take the five minutes down to three if she ran. Her budding breasts were too small to even jiggle when running, but her bubble butt did. She thought about the old man watching a naked girl streaking down the street and her face prickled with heat. She ran past another driveway, but this time she was not as lucky. The whole Cartwright family was outside in their front yard, having a barbecue, and as she sprinted past them, she heard someone shout, "What in the world? Look at her! That's little Polly Wilson, naked."

Polly's blood ran cold. Brian Cartwright was two grades ahead of her, now in high school, and there were a couple of other teenage boys with him, along with Mr. Cartwright and another man she did not recognize. They were all staring at her with openmouthed shock. She didn't dare to look back, but she could hear them laughing and then a woman saying something. She didn't catch the words, but the tone was clear. No one followed her, but she knew she'd have a hard time coming back the same way.

Polly ran as hard as she could, not slowing down until she got to Bill Simmons's house. The driveway was empty, and she rushed up to the front door, her heart pounding in her chest. Her cheeks were on fire, and the adrenaline was pumping through her veins. Thinking of how she had just streaked down the street in front of several older boys and adult men made her stomach flip, and a weird, hot buzz shot through her. She wanted to die, but also felt an naughty excitement that she didn't want to admit.

At least she made it. Polly let out a sigh of relief as she pressed the doorbell. She hoped Mr. Simmons would answer quickly so she could get this over with. It took a minute before the door swung open, and his son, Ted, stood in the doorway.

"Uh, hi. Dad sent me. He wanted me to return Mr. Simmons's drill." Polly said and held up the tool, her hands shaking like crazy.

She didn't know Ted Simmons very well. To her, he was just one of the neighborhood's older teen boys when she was growing up—someone who was around but she never interacted with. A few years ago, he'd moved out for college, but apparently he was back home for a while. He looked taller than she remembered him, no longer a boy, but a young man, broad-shouldered and muscular with a scruffy beard. He stared at her for a few moments, his gaze checking out her little tits and then moving down to her bald slit. Polly fought the urge to cover herself, but she just stood there, her hands clasped around the handle of the drill, letting him look. What else could she do?

"Hey, dude, c'mere. You need to see this," he said at last, and soon another college-aged guy appeared behind him.

"Holy shit! Whoa. Cool," the other guy whistled and a big grin spread across his face. He was chunkier, with a lazy drawl, and he was holding a can of beer in one hand. Both young men had that obnoxious frat bro look, complete with a backward cap on the friend.

"Hey. What's your name, honey?" the other guy asked.

"Uh, I'm Polly Wilson. I live down the street. My dad sent me to return this." She could feel her ears getting hotter as the men shamelessly checked her out. She tried her best to act casual, as if being naked in the street was no big deal for her, but her pulse was racing and the drill began to slip out of her sweating palms.

"Right on. I'm Chad," the guy said, and he gave Polly an amused smirk. "You got something going on here? Is this a prank or some shit?"

"No. I'm getting punished." Polly blurted out, remembering what her dad had told her about being honest.

"Whoa, for real?" Chad stared at Polly with wide eyes and then took a swig from the can. "What did you do?"

Polly's stomach clenched. She had to say it. She had to get through this. "I was... sending pictures to boys."

"Pictures? Like nudes?" Chad inched closer. "Damn. Can I see them?"

"I don't have my phone. My parents took it."

"Well, come on in," Ted said, and opened the door wider. "My dad's in the backyard. You can give it to him yourself." Before Polly knew what was happening, he pulled her inside and closed the door. "Dad! There's someone here to see you!" he yelled out.

Polly had planned to just drop off the drill and sprint home, but now she was trapped naked in someone else's house, with two buzzed frat boys staring at her like feral tomcats.

"So what, you're like grounded or something, and you're being made to walk around naked? That's cool," Chad chuckled as he looked Polly up and down. "Not that there's much to look at. What are you, like, eleven?"

"I'm thirteen," Polly mumbled, her face hot with embarrassment. She hated how small she looked.

"Damn. You're flat as a board. You got a cute little ass though." Chad stepped behind her and pinched her butt. Polly jumped and yelped in surprise, almost dropping the drill. She was inside a stranger's home no longer than a minute, and it was already starting to get out of hand.

"Yeah? Who is it?" a scratchy voice boomed from the back of the house, and a burly man appeared in the doorway. "What on earth—You're the Wilson kid, right? Why the fuck are you naked?"

Polly had never really interacted with Mr. Simmons either. He was at least ten or fifteen years older than her dad, with scruffy stubble, a potbelly, and a sun-darkened face. She didn't want to explain the whole situation again, but she had no other choice. She took a deep breath and repeated the humiliating story, hoping it would be enough for him to just take the drill and let her go. She wasn't that lucky.

"Holy shit," Mr. Simmons guffawed as he took the drill from her. "I'll say. That's something else. I never would've thought that Wilson had it in him. Good for him. His little slut needs a good lesson." He gave Polly a hard look, and she flinched.

"Can I go now, sir?" she dared to ask although she already knew it wouldn't be that easy.

"Hell, no," Mr. Simmons said. "I wanna see what the fuss is about. Turn around for me."

A fresh wave of heat washed over Polly. She did as she was told, her hands clasping each other behind her head. The pose already came to her almost naturally, and her arms trembled as she stood, waiting to be inspected. Ted and Chad snickered in the background while Mr. Simmons stopped behind her and ran a rough hand over the red marks on her bottom.

"Ah, the old fashioned way," he said. "I like it. So you're getting spanked, too. Did Daddy give you a good one?"

"Yes, sir," Polly said. It was mortifying to discuss the details of her punishment with a man she barely knew, but her father's instruction to tell the whole truth echoed in her head. "I get spanked in the morning and in the evening. And mom used a wooden spoon on me after lunch because I was being a brat."

"Good. I'm all for it. Kids today have no discipline." Mr. Simmons grabbed her chin, forcing her head up. "You're a cute little thing. A shame you're such a slut already. How old are you?"

"Thirteen, sir," Polly said, her voice cracking.

"You're shitting me. You're not thirteen. No tits, no hair, you don't look a day over ten."

"I am, sir. Honest. I'm just... a late bloomer." Polly's voice wavered at the edges. She hated this.

"Late bloomer, huh? Shit, you got a ways to go. Lemme see." Mr. Simmons reached with his hands around her torso from behind, and he cupped her small excuse for breasts and squeezed them. "These little titties are just starting to bud, ain't they?"

Polly froze. This couldn't be happening. An old man she barely knew, a neighbor, was openly molesting her, and she was powerless to stop him. He kneaded her tiny mounds, his calloused thumbs rolling her sensitive nipples, and they instantly turned into tight pebbles.

"Mr. Simmons, please... my dad told me to come straight back," she lied.

"I don't give a rat's ass what your dad told you. He wouldn't send you over looking like this if he didn't want me to at least cop a feel. You're in my house, and I'll do what I want," Mr. Simmons said and continued tweaking her nipples. "Perky little nubs. Don't you worry. Some guys like them like this. What about you, boys? You young kids prefer big knockers, am I right?"

"I ain't picky, man. I'd do her," Chad said. "Bend her over that couch there, you know? I could do that."

"Hold on, there, son," Mr. Simmons said with a laugh. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." He lowered his face to Polly's ear. "So you've been naughty, huh? You look like a little girl, but I bet that pussy's been already getting some action."

"No, sir. I'm a virgin, honest." Polly shook her head, dizzy with shame, tears stinging her eyes. This was a thousand times more humiliating than just being naked at home in front of her parents. These were strangers, three grown men, ogling her naked body and talking like she was about to get fucked. The more she thought about her position, the more surreal it became. This had to be a nightmare. Surely she was at home, in her bed, and all this was nothing but a bad dream.

"Is that so? Let's see." The burly man's hands left her chest and guided her to the couch and pushed her onto her back. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them in the air, and before she could react, her legs were up and spread wide. He grabbed a throw pillow and stuffed it under the small of her back to prop up her hips. Then he knelt on the floor between her legs, his weathered face right in her crotch. "Hold them there," he commanded.

Polly grabbed her legs behind her knees, holding herself open without protest. She stared at the ceiling, wishing herself away, but a dark, shameful thrill surged through her. The rough treatment, and the fact that she was being forced to expose herself to an adult man she hardly knew, it was all so wrong—and exciting. She felt the wetness gathering between her lips and prayed that Mr. Simmons wouldn't notice and take that for an invitation.

"Look at that. A perfectly smooth little cooter." Mr. Simmons's hot breath blasted over her sensitive skin, and Polly flinched. His thick, stubby fingers poked at her labia, pulling them apart and exposing the wet pink within. "Well, I'll be damned. That cherry looks real to me. I'd say she's definitely a virgin." He looked up at Polly and grinned, showing a row of stained teeth. "For now, anyway."

He let his fingers slide along her slit, collecting the slick fluid that was already leaking out of her against all reason. "She may be a virgin, but she's a juicy little slut, that's for sure," he said and brought his hand down on her exposed pussy. The wet smack made Polly gasp, her whole body convulsing with a sudden shock.

SMACK!

"Owww!" she yelped, her legs twitching.

"So it's this little cunt that got you into this mess, wouldn't you say?" He stood up, but he didn't say that she could let go of her legs, and Polly didn't dare to move. Mr. Simmons stood in front of the couch with Chad and Ted flanking him, all three staring at Polly splayed open before them.

"Yes, sir. I was being really stupid," she said, her voice a small squeak.

"Yeah? And what was that again?" Ted said, smirking. "Sending nudes to boys?"

Polly nodded.

"Just nudes?" Mr. Simmons pressed. "I don't think so. What else did you show them?"

Mortification flooded Polly's face, but she had no choice but to answer truthfully. "Videos, sir," she forced out. "Of me... touching myself."

"Damn right," Chad said. "We wanna see."

"I don't have my phone. My mom has it," Polly said, getting a little teary-eyed. "I'm sorry. Please let me go."

Mr. Simmons laughed. "Not on the phone, you idiot. Here. Show us how you were touching yourself. Let's see what a slutty little thing you are."

"What?" Polly's eyes widened in horror. She couldn't imagine anything more humiliating. The thought of masturbating in front of these men was dreadful, but at the same time, her naughty pussy throbbed with need at the very idea. This was a terrible, terrible idea. She had to get out of here.

"Please, no, sir. Don't make me. I can't." She let go of her legs and tried to sit up, but Mr. Simmons pushed her back down.

"Sure you can. I'm sure your daddy wouldn't be happy to hear you refused me. He's a reasonable man who's just trying to teach you a lesson. He wants you to do as you're told, doesn't he?"

Polly sniffed. "Yes, sir."

"So if I call him right now, and tell him you were disrespectful and refused to obey, what d'ya think he'll do?"

"I'll be in trouble," Polly said in a small voice.

"You sure will. So, I'm going to ask one more time. Show us your little show, honey. And I want you to look at me and smile while you do it," Mr. Simmons said.

Tears ran down Polly's cheeks as she lay on the couch, defeated. She was cornered. The only way out of this nightmare was to go along, to give them what they wanted, and then go home and forget it ever happened. Only she doubted she could ever forget this. She took a shaky breath, and then she reached down between her legs and her fingers made their way to her bald slit.

"I said, look at me," Mr. Simmons said, and Polly forced herself to meet his eyes. She tried to smile, but it came out as a strained grimace. Her fingers found her clit, and she started to rub the little nub in a circular motion like she was used to, but she could barely feel anything.

Polly had discovered masturbation by accident just after her eleventh birthday, and since then, she'd been doing it almost every night before falling asleep. She thought she had mastered it in the two years that followed. She knew what she liked and what to do to get herself off quickly and quietly, so her parents wouldn't hear her. And then she got her first phone and found out that doing it in front of the camera, knowing someone was there on the other end, watching, made it twice as thrilling. But now, being forced to do it for a live audience of three adult men leering at her from just a few feet away, she felt clumsy and awkward. She couldn't get into it. The dark, forbidden throb in her pussy that had been helping her get through the day's string of humiliations suddenly stilled, leaving nothing but cold dread.

"What, that's it? That's your big show?" Chad scoffed.

"I guess she needs a camera," Ted said and pulled his phone from his pocket. "Let's give her some motivation." He pointed the phone at her.

Polly shook her head frantically. "No! Don't. Please."

"Come on, you little slut. I don't have all day," Mr. Simmons grumbled, stepping closer. "You want us to help you?"

Polly's eyes blinked, wide with fear. "No, sir."

"Then do it. Keep going," Mr. Simmons said, and Polly's fingers worked faster on her button. She tried to imagine that she was alone in her bedroom, that the men weren't here watching, but she couldn't. She could hear them breathing, she could see their leering faces, and she could feel their gaze on her body. She closed her eyes, but Mr. Simmons cleared his throat.

"Eyes on me."

Polly looked at him again and tried to get into the mood. It felt like an eternity, but finally, the butterflies in her stomach began to awaken. Her pussy started to buzz, and her fingers glided along her slit, gathering moisture and spreading it over her clit. Her breath hitched, and her hips began to rock.

"Damn, look at that. She's getting into it," Chad said, and he started rubbing himself through his shorts.

"Yeah, get those little fingers all wet," Mr. Simmons said. "Go on, honey. Stick your fingers in. Show us how you like to fuck yourself."

Polly hesitated for a second, then plunged her middle finger inside her hole. It was so weird and shameful, doing it with an live audience, and yet, a part of her was thrilled. She pumped her finger in and out, her eyes locked on Mr. Simmons's face. His expression was half amusement and half untethered lust, and that made Polly's stomach flip. She was masturbating for a grizzled, fifty-something-year-old man, and she didn't care anymore. She gave another attempt at a smile, and it came out easy now. Was she really a slut? The thought was both terrifying and electrifying. Her finger moved in and out, her hips bucking to meet her own hand. Her pussy was getting wetter, and she felt herself approaching the edge.

"She's close. Look at her face," Mr. Simmons said, and he got down on his knees in front of Polly and leaned closer. "Lemme see how tight you are, baby."

Mr. Simmons pushed her hand away and shoved his own finger into her cunt, making Polly cry out. "Awww, yeah. She's a tight kitten. You like that, don't you, little slut? You're dripping wet."

"Please... don't..." Polly moaned, but her hips were telling a different story, moving on their own, grinding her pussy against the man's rough hand. The embarrassment was overwhelming, and yet she could not control her body's reactions. Mr. Simmons's fat finger pumped into her, and she couldn't help but moan. She knew she would cum soon if he kept doing that. She could see Chad and Ted standing over her, both of them with their phones out and pointed at her, recording everything, but she was beyond caring.

"Ha, the slut loves it, man," Chad said. "Look at her go."

"Betcha she does," Mr. Simmons said. "A good, hard banging is what she needs." He smirked at the panicked look on Polly's face. "Aww, don't worry, honey. We're not gonna fuck you. Not today, anyway," Mr. Simmons said with a gruff laugh. "There's only so much I can do without getting in trouble with your dad. He might be okay with sending his slut daughter over to get felt up, but I'm pretty sure even he wouldn't take too kindly to us popping that cherry."

He leaned further in, and Polly felt his mouth on her clit and the prickle of stubble on her inner thighs. She gasped, her eyes flying wide. He licked her, swirling the little nub with the tip of his tongue, and she writhed out of control on the couch. She couldn't hold back anymore. She squeezed her legs around his head, grinding her pussy against his scratchy face as her orgasm hit. She barely registered when Chad took Mr. Simmons's place between her legs, eating her sopping wet pussy with sloppy enthusiasm. Then Ted had a turn, and she came again and again until her whole body trembled and she was left weak and exhausted.

When it was over, Polly lay on the couch, panting and dazed, her legs spread and covered in a sheen of sweat. She was naked and helpless. Three strangers had just used her for their own pleasure, and she'd let them. Worse, she had enjoyed it. She was a slut, just like Mr. Simmons said. It was the naughtiest thing that had ever happened to her, and she knew she should be deeply ashamed of it, but all she felt was a lingering buzz of pleasure and a strange sense of pride. She looked at them and saw three men with their pants bulging, and she couldn't help but smile back. She did that.

"Alright, get up, kid," Mr. Simmons said, and he smacked her thigh with a heavy hand. He seized her by the arm and dragged her toward the door. "Get out of my house before we all lose control and fuck you for real. Say hi to your mom for me. Always thought she was a hot piece of ass, and you're growing to be just like her. I'm sure we'll meet again." He pushed Polly out to the street and slammed the door in her face.

Polly ran all the way to the crossroads before she forced herself to a stop. It took a moment until she felt like she could breathe again and think clearly. Her knees buckled under her when she realized how close she came to being gang-raped. It could have ended up so much worse. What if Mr. Simmons hadn't been worried about what her dad would think? But another, more daring thought wormed its way into her mind. Why was she almost disappointed it didn't happen. What was wrong with her? Was she really that far gone?

Polly turned the corner and saw the Cartwrights' house. She couldn't run past them again. They'd be ready for her. She took a deep breath and started walking, her head held high. How much worse could it get, anyway?

[cradulich]

Great chapter

[Melissaj15]

What happened to Emma and her parents?