When i get home from HS in the afternoon my Mom is at work until 6pm. So I hang out and do my homework and talk to my friends on the phone. The other day

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When i get home from HS in the afternoon my Mom is at work until 6pm. So I hang out and do my homework and talk to my friends on the phone. The other day I got home and could not find my keys right away, a b******** Guy moved in across the hall, he stopped to help me. I was still wearing my school uniform.

He held my books while I dug thru my backpack and found my keys. We made small talk, and he said I looked great in the uniform. He said he was a photographer and would like to hire me and take some pics in the uniform. I said maybe and went in the Apt. I was thinking that I could use some cash and then go buy some stuff at the mall.

I knocked on his door and he answered with a smile. I asked how much does the photo shoot pay and where will the pics be used? He said he had a Fashion web site and they would likely be posted there if they were good. He said basic pics pay $50 for a session, 1 hour. He said if it goes longer then it would pay double that. I asked him when could I start. He said now and took me back to a photo studio setup in one of the bedrooms. No furniture just lighting, background, and stuff.

He got his gear turned on and asked me to sign a release. Then he started taking pics, and tell me to swirl around and fling my hair and stuff. Unbutton my blouse, hike up my skirt, he said he needed a naughty Brittany school girl look and put some music on. He told me to have fun with it and I danced around and lifted my skirt and showed my undies. He asked me to unbutton my blouse all the way and just tie the shirt in front. After doing that he said my bra was not flirty, he asked me to remove my bra and put the blouse back on and tie it with no bra… I was like I don’t think so, and he told me we are over the first hour now and if I work with him, I am getting double now.

So I took off my school blouse in front of him and un clasped my bra, and dropped it on the floor and put the blouse back on and tied it. When I turned around I could see he was excited in his pants. It was very hard and sticking out in an impressive way. He continued taking pics of me, and ask me to un tie the blouse and just leave it open, he was clicking away shooting pics at all angles.

He wanted me to bend over a little and expose my cleavage. I was not doing what he wanted and he got behind me to show me what to do and I could feel his hard thing pressing against my rear as he bent me into position. He puts his hands on my hips and pulled me back against him. His thing was really big and I could feel it in between my thighs.

Then he went back to taking pics. He asked me if I would like to do some pics in my undies. I told him I was only 14 so that was not a great idea maybe. He laughed and said ok. He said OK we are done if you want to get dressed and I will pay you. I had to remove my blouse to put my bra back on and he snapped a few pics of me as I dressed. I said HEY and he laughed and said those were just for him to use after I left and pointed down at his hard tool.

I got dressed and he was getting cash out to pay me. I asked him if that always happened and pointed at his crotch poking out. He said no not always, you just looked sweet in my camera lens, and handed me the hundred for the shoot. He said if I could stay and help him, he would double my pay. I asked what I had to do and he said to massage him and make it go away. So said OK, and he dropped his pants and I dropped to my knees and started playing with it. I never saw one so big, it was more than 9″ and really big. It took both of my hands to massage it. He kept trying to get me to put it in my mouth. I said I can’t do that… I kept rubbing it and I could tell he was ready. I was going to ask him if he was ready and with my mouth open to ask him he shot all over my face, in my mouth, and on my uniform. It was a lot, and I was a mess….

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DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.