What Some Do for Conviviality

Clara had just gone into the shower room, and she found to her pleasure that she was all alone in the shower room for a while. She felt like being alone, and thereby chose a shower fairly far from the door. Thereafter she started contemplating while lathering her body. ... She thought about how her new work place seemed sort of good enough for perhaps having a sneak relationship with someone there. Thinking about this, she became fairly horny.

But seemingly she wouldn't be left alone for enough time to quite lather herself completely from top to toe. Three girls, one of which she knew of as annoyingly obnoxious, entered. The girl she recognized was a mulatto woman who seemed to like insulting people now and then. But she now seemed smilingly friendly in a sense that Clara sort of felt was fake since she hadn't seen her that was before.

But the two other girls, one black and one blond, were smiling in much the same way as she, and as they entered they giggled and cheered merrily. This seemed blithesome in a sense, to Clara. But she also felt a bit cornered by them, which made her feel distressed, but she also felt embarrassed, since she hadn't been counting on the presence of anyone else there.

She looked at the trio of disturbing young females. They looked much like herself. But then she saw: The three of them were all accentuating their vaginas in a more vulgar way than she figured she ever would. So she looked reproachfully at them, trying to intimidate, or perhaps insult, them. But the girls giggled and stared back, in a cheerful way that made Clara realize that they weren't at all insulted by her stare.

“Sweet sixteen is what we all are!” the blond girl said.

Clara looked at her, and then at her two friends. First she looked at their faces, but she felt they were vulgar. Thereby she turned her eyes towards the floor. Then she noticed: Their pubic lips pouted outwards, which her own also had until recently. But theirs, she felt, somehow seemed to portray their whole essence as if they were supreme enough to conquer the potential fatality of just about any situation or circumstance.

The black girl smiled musingly and vulgarly. She started moving her hips so that her labia showed from a slightly varying angle, which even more emphasized their excited tenderness. The third girl (the one she had recognized) respired in an excited way, sort of (it seemed) in order to respond to her friend's vulgar dance-like movements. At the same time, it seemed that she intimated about that her own excitement was to edge of something that wasn't shown, but could be hinted that way. This startled Clara very much!

She looked passed them, out into the locker room. While she was at it, she tried to see if some other girls (out in the locker room) might have noticed anything. But they seemed mostly to be doing trivial small talk while changing their clothes. None of them looked much towards the showers. To the extent someone did, it seem that she didn't figure anything out.

The blond girl seemed interested in what Clara was looking at, and thereby turned her head to glance backwards. The mulatto did that too while the third girl stared at Clara. As the two others turned their heads back, the two of them seemed to decide intuitively that they were free to become as vulgar as they wanted to be, just as long as there ostensively were no real embarrassments about how they behaved. That is, they felt there were no limits to how much their cunts could be semi-exposed for the embarrassment of the forth girl in the shower room.

Clara looked at them again. She felt they humiliated her by the notion that the circumstances perhaps had insinuated that she wanted them with her. Then she finally took courage and walked out passed the three of them. As she did they stood themselves so that she couldn't quite avoid touching their bodies a little as she walked passed them.

When she had left the shower room, the three of them turned to look after her. The black one somehow seemed to imply something about that she had it in her to believe there could be another encounter, and that they could become more intimate then. It wasn't vulgar of her, Clara felt, to imply this. Also, it was far-fetched, which disturbed her in another sense, enough so that she perhaps she could tell that she was wrong. Thereby she glanced at the two others, and then back at her, in order to find a way to say it without seemingly ranting about something that wasn't seemingly actual.

She noted that one of the two others also stared a bit expectantly at her - the one she had earlier found to be an obnoxious woman! Chocked by this, she took the stands about them that they were too vulgar to be dealing with. But she also felt like being obnoxious about it. So she said: “Are you staring at me because you want something or am I to be seen as the idol for all three of you?”

The black girl sighed. The blond one seemed embarrassed and turned her eyes to the floor. The mulatto crouched a little. Neither of them said anything at first.

“Why,” the blond girl asked and raised her eyes again, “do you think you weren't as confident about your appearance in there as ... there would be reason to see you as, for being the first girl in there to show that she wanted something of conviviality?” She seemed to feel embarrassed about something, but not to debase herself for it. Even so, she was able to convince everyone in the dressing room that she felt like caring for the girl she was talking to. Clara felt disgusted by her perhaps being interested in her. Thereby she asked: “Do you know what? I don't feel like a commitment towards you nor either one of the others. But I feel there could be nothing about what there is to your kind of conviviality that doesn't embarrass the heck out of me. I thereby propose that all three of you find it in yourselves to excite yourselves at some other place! Because I have found you to be disgusting!”

The black girl looked at her and answered: “Hey, couldn't you show me to this other place?”

A girl standing behind Clara giggled. Clara turned around and found her half-dressed beside an open locker. “What's so funny?!” she asked indignantly.

She giggled again - with an edge of politeness to it. She almost whispered when she said: “I feel that they all three are pointing at a way to be fun without causing too much trouble! So in a sense, it's not they, but you, who should perhaps feel embarrassed?!”

“I'm not too sure about it!” Clara responded. “I don't feel I'm very much the one to blame here!”

The girl whom Clara had earlier found obnoxious said: “Don't you realize, we aren't too much into anything that isn't, sort of at least, for everyone's sake.”

“There could be,” her blond friend filled in, “something in it for you as well!”

The girl by her locker smiled and added: “It's not they who are into so much of ruling out that we should perhaps all be into just being happy!”

Now another girl who stood at another locker and also was changing her clothes talked back: “It isn't for all of us to try to be happy all the time, is it?”

This made Clara able to feel more at ease. Even so, she still felt threatened by the three (or even for four) girls who had tried to embarrass her sexually. She thereby quickly went to her own locker in order to put on her street clothes and then go home.

In her apartment she felt that she couldn't be into sex, for the time being. She thereby tried to think about her new work place in some other sense than she had an hour ago. As she did, she found a way to define it as the place where she needed to feel at home but still be alert about what there is to not being at home. Thereby she felt satisfied with her day after all. ...

Three Friends at a Fair for Modern-Media Engagement

“Are you sure?! she asked, without really thinking much about how they might seem to be pathetic unless they forgot about that they were porn stars, when they were at this club for showing what money one has been able to make by use of modern media.

Her friend hesitated. “Underneath this bra I don't have to care about the media!” she responded.

The third friend broke in. “Extravagance for them would be publicity for our sites!” she stated. “We don't all have to fit in our clothes for being good content for what they might want for their partners!”

“Okay!” the first one said. “Then I'll see to it that my tight-fitting bra seems to be the content they need for both good fun and the serious content they will need for feeling benign about themselves - and so also we!”

“How come,” the second girl asked, “they don't figure us out as really into their porn as also being of our nature, instead of pretending we're mostly silly about trying to be what they might want?”

“It's because,” the first girl answered thoughtfully, “we don't really seem to care to be extravagant unless they're there to project our instincts so that they can be suitable also for the public! It seems they don't even think about that we might be in for it even without them, since we need them for, well sort of for their feedback!”

The third girl looked at the two others. She seemed unaccustomed to the subject of the present conversation. Then she looked out towards the tens of people that were gathered for the same purpose, only a few of them being extravagant in a for enticement in a way similar to how she and her friends were. Then she looked back at her friends and said: “They don't seem to be into the same kind of business as us! Still this is a fair for those who do their blogging in a fancifully way so that they, too, can get money for it!”

The second girl looked out at the crowd. “Yeah!” she stated. “They're all hiding something, it seems!”

All three of them sat and looked concerned and a bit self-conscious. The first girl flaunted her breast and then said: “How about we have us seem extravagant just for the fun of it!? I mean how abut we do it just for the fun of it!?”

The third girl immediately flaunted both her titties, and answered: “Yeah! Let's get them thinking about that we really want it!!”

The third girl sat still thinking, while the other two stripped down to their bare vanity. Then she rose and stripped bare-naked and hailed: “Let's make them all see us the way we are with each other, and the way we were long before they even had any possibility of seeing it!”

The first girl giggled. “Okay! Let's do even that stuff in public!”

Tho weeks later the three girls had a new set of partners for their blogging business and seemed to be getting into really making some profits!

“Oh wow!” one of them said. “Now I see how it pays off simply to be oneself in this business!”

"Yeah!" and "Yeah, wow, it does!" the other two mused.

Hot Beach Pleasure for an Adult Girl - and Her Admirers

Wendy chose the red one of her two string bikinis. She knew that with it on, she could easily show her ass in public so that just about all of it could be seen, including even most of her anus  -  if she wanted that. But its front part did, though almost not, cover the actual genitals, which was what she wanted.

She hoped to be able to act vulgar without totally seeming to be a very easy a prey for smart old boys or so. That is those who wanted that piece of ass without being (what she found to be) good enough for her  -  nor even paying for her. Had she wanted that, then she would have gone naked. But she also felt that the dudes could probably become fed up with her ass seeming prude by their comparison. She thereby still did want to flaunt her most vulgar assets for them.

She felt kind of secure that those who were important for her wouldn't consider her to be scum, nor that the wrong ones would rape her  -  at least probably not. But as her bikini bottom showed equally much of her front-side assets, then that would mean she could be raped, or worse called smut for a cheaper catch than she liked to think of herself that she would want to be. That is, a cheap catch in a sense that made her seem low enough not to be considered part of society.

“I'll find myself a good time on the beach!” she told herself as she put it on.

Down at the beach, she walked passed two guys, whom she recognized. When she had just passed them, she stretched her ass so that they - or each of them - could perhaps see her as vulgar enough to be considered a match for his dirty side. But in a sense she felt that the dirt that showed for them was sort of to be considered there by mistake, although still sort of also taken as there on purpose. She felt that she had had it in her to consider each of them to be a good enough catch for a night in bed or something.

Soon after she had done this she felt her front side fill up with the pleasure there could be of seeming to be what either one of these studs might want. But in front of her there weren't any attractive young dudes, just two old ladies, an old man, and then two teenage girls. So she spontaneously felt like hiding her excitement, but wasn't quite able to hold it back. Instead she turned around, to face the guys she had just walked passed.

At least one of them, she saw, had something of a bulge in his swimwear. Looking at it, she felt relieved. Also she felt even hornier than before. The relief helped her to feel that she could seat herself cross legged without becoming self-conscious.

After a while she felt like changing her position, to find out more about what was going on in her environment. She turned and lay herself down with her face towards the five people she preferred to avoid the attention of. To her disappointment, she found then that the old man was looking at her. This turned her off.

Thinking about this, she had a problem with it. But she still considered it a virtue for her sexual condition to be able to show her ass for the two boys that were behind her. Because to the extent her ass's filthy stuff was attractive for at least one of them, this somehow helped her to a self-confidence so that she didn't have to consider herself all too low because of that filth of an old man looking at her!

She also felt that since her ass was something that each of the boys also had something very similar to, she didn't quite have to bother with viewing herself as necessarily filthier than he could be seen as, nor than he could see her friend, she hoped. “I could consider it be a trap for him,” she thought for herself, “that if he considers me filth, then perhaps that could mean that he would want one of his buddies, rather than my ass!”

Turning her head towards them, she saw the two of them watching her now. There also seemed to be bulges in both of their swim wears now, she noted. She felt that was enough, although they were not very daring in their actions - not even one of them, it seemed. in a sense, thereby, neither was as cool as she wanted him to be. But she felt she could care about that each of them probably had to restrain himself from being too obvious, being a guy, who indeed has that built-in obviousness in his penis.

This was a reason for that she felt that she needed to begin the extravagance. Then, upon this, there was a good chance that one or both of the dudes would also let go, in a way that suited her.  And even if he didn't, she felt that he could probably dream about her for it. Also,she herself would seem cool enough to be able to keep on flirting even with other guys, she thought.

Thereby she felt like stripping, which she didn't though. But she imagined herself doing it, saying to herself that her vagina could be good enough show for the blokes. But what she sort of didn't realize was that since the ass was what they had there, they more or less had in themselves that they could be considered the same as she, but less likely to be the object of someones attention, and thereby even lower. Even so, she subconsciously felt satisfied about that they were to be considered low enough in a sense for her to feel free from guilt, sort of, for being vulgarly extravagant.

This was so, even though she knew they could be considered quite keen on watching her, and in a sense therefore. ... It seemed likely for her, thereby, that the boys would only be satisfied with that she wanted the pleasure of them seeing it. This she considered to be a real virtue in her own sense. So she could consider it to be a smart thing for as long as they wanted to look at it, to show her private parts in public.

Party Strip-Tease

The beach party had been going on for two hours, but it was already near midnight. People were getting drunk, and Sheila felt she had to do something for seeming fit for an escapade with one of the guys!

She focused on a bunch of men on a bridge who seemed to be gathered there for discussing sports or something. Looking at them, she noted that there were only two women them.

“Look at me!” she shouted, and the men looked, as she lifted her bikini over her head. One woman, who was also at the beach, stared as well. She seemed almost as infatuated by it - just like some of the guys on the bridge, and at the beach. “I'll even take the bottom off!” Sheila shouted, and pulled off her shorts.

Two men applauded over this. The other woman on the beach lifted her arms to her head in a gesture that seemed to be of amazement. Soon after, she too started to take her bottom off. And then the shirt, and bikini, too! Sheila, who had until then expected to be alone about stripping, saw how some of the guys looked at that other woman instead of her, and thereby felt that she needed to excel beyond her vulgarity in order to keep the males interested. For this purpose, she fondled her nipples, vulgarly. But then the other girl began to do that too, and the men began watching her even more than they had been watching Sheila.

To counter this, Sheila even started masturbating. But then again, the other girl started to masturbate, and, somehow,she got an orgasm soon enough to have the men staring at her.

Now Sheila got really jealous! She started to masturbate even more, while intensely staring at the few men who still preferred to look at her. There seemed to be only three of them now, but two of these three now seemed content to intensely look at Sheila, only. One of them even unbuttoned his pants ant took his penis out, immediately beginning to jerk off. Sheila stared at him, even more intensely than at the other one who had preferred her. She felt that her whole subsistence as a girl depended upon having him - or perhaps one of the other guys - cum before his attention had moved to her rival!

Meanwhile the other girl who had been stripping began to dance before the five men who had preferred to look at her, Thereby, the third guy, who had looked almost, but not quite, only on Sheila, moved his attention to her. He seemed to focus his attention on her vagina, which annoyed Sheila even more!

Sheila stared at her! She got the impression she was trying to annoy her. I can, she figures rival her back by trying to be as intense as her about my cunt moving to the rhythms of the music in the loudspeakers. So she began masturbating in line with the music, as much as she was able to.

With that she gained back the attention of the third guy, and at least one more of them. But now a third girl had begun stripping! This annoyed Sheila as well. But even so she felt reassured by that two more of the guys had stripped too.

She also felt content by that it seemed to be mostly other women who had been intimidated by the sexuality of it all. A few of them  - but perhaps one or two guys as well - seemed to be leaving. Others were trying to curse or to be scornful against those who had stripped.

But Sheila paid no heed - and in a sense she felt like spiting those men and women who (for whatever reason) wanted to deny her the right to have a party go wild the way she felt it should. Indeed she felt that to the extent she cared about them, they would only intimidate me - those assholes!

But for some reason, the guys who were interested now focused more and more on one or more of the other female strippers who were there, because there were even more of them by now, Sheila noted, and even the guy who had seemed to be masturbating so specifically for Sheila, now appeared to be more interested in one or two of those, than in Sheila. She looked stare at other girls, and even come, ejaculate. This made her feel kind of sick of herself  -  but even so it somehow also intimidated her to contest them even more. She felt that she needed to impress at least one of the guys to seem to feel that it would be exactly her that he would keep on fancying. But, as she felt intimidated by the other girls, she could reach no orgasm while thinking about that they too could get the males' attention.

Feeling too drunk to be mature, she thought that somehow this was her ticket to a fancy life-style. She felt that if some guy brought her home, then this would mean there would be a possibility for her to meat that rich man down the road, who would somehow give all that stuff she wanted and had a need for. This led her to have it she needed to pretend the guys owed her something, and what this something was would somehow show after a few dates had arranged for her to meet that man that would fulfill her dreams. ...

For the Sake of their "Maturity"

“Sex appeal,” her teacher said, “is what we all have to deal with, that it is what they want, those fellows! That is, for you, and the other girls in my class, it's boys of course! For me they're a little bit older, those that I can think about as the ones I could be dealing with!”

“But!” she replied, “It's not those in our class who are finding it in themselves to try to be even a bit descent!”

“That's because the boys fancy them better if they are seem eager for caring to be into sex for the sake of being seen as good enough!”

“But why do I have to care to be into sex just because they find it in the boys that they care to see them as cute as long as they're horny enough to be venturesome?!”

“It's because they all find it in them not to care to be cool about the novelettish kinds of attitudes in girls that seem keen on having them seem unworthy of having the sex they need to feel good about their existence!”

“Ah! I don't find them to be one bit into guys in that sense! It's not fun they don't wanna have!”

“Trey not to overemphasize too much about that they seem to care not to be into boys! They are all into sex for the fortune it can give them when they seem worthy of appreciation from those inclined for providing sex with the allure it can have! ... I now find this discussion to have gone as far as it can go!”

“But I find them to be impossible to upbraid! I insist, therefore, that you tell them!”

Her teacher looked at her. “There's no need, Annika,” she said, “for me to tell them anything! But we can discuss this issue all of us together, tomorrow!”

Her pupil now sighed and said: “Okay, then! Let's do that tomorrow!”

The next day, soon after lunch, the teacher told her class that for the sake of understanding one another, “We should all discuss sex appeal and what it's about! Thereby, we shall all try to think about what it is!” While she was saying it she moved in a way so that her skirt revealed her thighs, and even her crotch became a bit visible.

It seemed that at least one girl in class sighed and fancied the teacher being in on the same views on sex appeal as she herself, respectively, had. In this the teacher perceived that there was no real claim against that her own sexuality be appreciated. ... She thereby felt that she needed not to discuss this anymore and was annoyed by the fact that she had told Annika that she would.

She looked at her, found her to be a corny little girl who didn't accept the fact that the girls were maturing. Annika, meanwhile was feeling annoyed at her teacher for showing her legs so very much. In this, she had found herself to be alone about her issue, and thus to be the one to be seen as the victim of this circumstance. She sat and watched her teacher show off and tell the other girls in class not to pretend to be better than others just because they had matured enough to find their sexualities be real about being women.

One of the girls she had spoken to smirked a little and let out: “Why don't we all have a party and then try to find out what we really want?”

“Yeah!” one of the boys cried out. “For the sake of all of us,” he exclaimed, “let's all have a party!”

A giggle spread among of the pupils. The teacher looked at them and said: “Okay, let's do that! I can go there and see what you're into about growing up!”

Annika said to herself that she had been deceived. “There is nothing in this teacher of mine,” she thought, “that is not too fanciful about sex herself! ...”

Now one in the girls in the classroom started to pretend as if the party should be there for showing their sex appeal for one another. Another one of them seemed to fancy having it they should all unveil themselves about how they fantasise and accentuate their sex appeal. Annika now felt that she could find them all to be into horny fantasies about pretending to be worth it for each other - and thereby, somehow, for everybody else.

“I think you better be aware,” the teacher told her class, “that the party aught to be fairly normal for you! It should not be into pretending as if something about your sex appeal! But it should also not be into pretending as if nothing about it!”

A Friday night, one and a half month later, there was going to be a party at the house of a guy in class. It was supposed to start at six o'clock PM, and finish at ten. “I will go there,” Annika told her mother, “but I will come in late!” Her mother exclaimed that she didn't fancy her not to come in late there, so that she would be able to grasp what the other girls would fancy themselves at for being there and not have to participate more than to observe them. She told her not to get herself too vain if she found herself to be an attraction for the guys. Annika responded by telling her that she had not intended to be anything but a girl to be reckoned with as good enough for a guy, “nothing of the very superb type!” she told her.

“Oh! Good then!” her mother burst out.

“Mama! I don't really feel like a good enough girl even for anything of fancying myself as the kind of girl who would be so smart at catching a guy! I don't find it in you to understand at all what there is of a problem for me in school! I don't even find myself popular with anybody there! Not the teacher, not the other kids! Not any one of them, mama!”

“Really?! ... But come on now, after all they did invite you to a party!”

“But that's just because it's supposed to be a party for absolutely everybody!”

The mother looked at her and said: “I find there to be reason for you to feel that they invited everybody because they wanted to invite even you!”

“There's no reason to think they actually would invite me unless they had to because the teacher wants that its for everyone!”

“Then how come they find you to be the one interpret as good enough to have it they should appreciate you coming there? Because, they did tell me so at the parent meeting at your school two weeks ago!”

“I guess one of them, or two, might have lied to their parents, or else their parents are into pretending as if they wanted to be kind to me as well!”

“Then how come you wanna go there, if it's not for you to find yourself appreciated by them?!”

“They all will despise me if I don't show up! Even the teacher will! ... Didn't they tell you at the parents meeting that it was supposed to be a party for everyone in class?! In that, they will not respect those who don't show up!”

“Okay then! Do that if you have to do it!”

So at the night of the party Annika left her home at eight fifty, and rang the doorbell at the house of the party five minutes later. After half a minute, Christopher, who was the one who lived there, came and opened. “See! What have we got! She dared to come here after all! We don't have room for anyone new here right now!” he said and closed the door.

Annika stood nonplussed, then she told herself that she needed to tell the teacher that she had been stopped stopped from participating, otherwise she would be into pretending she was the one to blame. Thinking about this, she rang the doorbell once more. Again, half a minute passed before the door opened. “Oh! So it's you again!? I already said to the others that you're not coming in!” Then he slammed the door in front of Annika, who felt nonplussed once more. Thinking about how she should tell her mom, even, about this maltreatment, she decided to spy on the others, and looking into the garden, she spotted a tree she could perhaps climb, and then see in through a window. She noted that the tree would probably be hard to climb, because there were no branches close to the ground. On the other hand, she noticed, there was not any signs of any watch dogs, so she dared walk into the garden to look for a ladder - or perhaps something similar, to to use for the climb.

After a while, she found that there were two ladders in the yard, but they had been chained, with padlocks, to one of the fences. However she also found a plank that she figured she probably could use for climbing the tree, which she did. carefully placing the it so that in a way where it would not very easily be seen from the house or its entrance.

When up in the tree she did see fairly much through a rather large window. What she saw was that both girls and guys inside there were topless. She also noted that her teacher sat there among them, with a bra, but nothing else, on her upper body. She was wearing her usual type of skirt, which was fairly short, but still usually covered her well enough. But, as it was, she had pulled up the skirt so that her panties could be seen. Also, two girls and three boys had undressed their lower bodies, except for the underwear. Both several of Annika's classmates and their teacher seemed horny. ...

She climbed down the plank and went home. But when she got there, her mother noted that her party dress was messed up, and began scolding her. “Look mama,” she said, “there's no alternative for me but to start spying on them! Because since they wouldn't let me into the party, they would have it I was a fake about caring to be there! And thereby I needed to see what they were doing, just so that I can tell the teacher, so that she knows I was there!”

“Hmm,” her mother muttered. “Are you sure that they all will blame you for not getting in there?”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure about that, mama!”

“Then we should have a talk, you, the teacher and I! Or how else could we resolve this issue?!”

“Okay, then, mama. But how in the world do you think that could solve my problems?!”

“There's a solution in that I and she might cooperate in order to make them bully you less!”

“I guess.” But she thought about how the teacher had seemed horny among her class mates. It seemed to her that there was nothing much to do about that, but to hope that she didn't fancy them too much to admit that she aught to be against their bullying, at least when her mother was there. “Okay! Thanks!” she said.

After school almost a week later, while leaving the last class of the day, Annika was surprised and embarrassed to meet and be greeted by her mother at the classroom door. The other kids seemed to smug at this, and Annika looked reproachfully at her mom. But then she noticed that some of the other kids seemed intent on pretending she was the one to embarrass her mother instead. Thereby she felt the need to repress her feelings about it.

“Oh, there you are!” the teacher exclaimed. “Annika, we are going to have a talk, the three of us!”

Annika noticed one of the two last kids who were leaving the classroom sneered smugly at them. She hated this, but didn't dare to think much about it. Instead she managed to focus her attention on the two ladies who were going to be about her right now.

The teacher led her and her mother to another room in the school. The mother looked at the teacher and said: “I wonder why they seem so intent on trying to pretend my girl doesn't want to participate in the social life they exclude her from!”

“They seem to be all into that they are mature now, and they feel that she hasn't been maturing! They seem to be all into seeing themselves as women, while she is, according to most of them, bad for the maturity they have begun to flourish in.”

“Then we shall have a talk you and I,” and turning to Annika she added, “and her to, for that matter - about her, and the way they view her as not mature enough!”

The teacher turned around. “True,” she said thoughtfully. “But you and I shall not see ourselves as low enough to let ourselves be manipulated into having it she is not trying to seem mature without adapting herself to their cares for becoming adults!” She then turned around again and began unlocking a door. “In here, we can discuss things, you and I and your daughter!” she said.

They seated themselves and the mother began speaking: “I feel my daughter has it there is no solution to her problems but to pretend as if something about that they despise her, and that they won't let her in on what they are actually about!”

“I guess she doesn't fit in with them and that that's why he didn't let him in to his party. ... Or is it something else that you mean?”

“I'm not sure! But at least at that party! You know she really had to ruin her dress just to climb the tree she needed to be in for being able to prove that she'd been there! I also find it important that even you were participating! What was that? A party to see to it that they are adult enough to find it in their peers and themselves to match with adults such as yourself?!”

The teacher smiled and said: “I don't mean that they have to feel that adult already! No, I don't mean that they should match me, nor other adults in our sense, not yet! What I do mean is that they should be able to be as they usually are even with me around! Therefore we decided to have this party where I also should be. ...”

“So, you let them have a party, where they didn't let everyone in the class in, but where you as that class's schoolmistress had to participate?!”

The teacher sighed a bit deeply. “I did not at all mean that they should be allowed to exclude any of their classmates!”

“Okay, perhaps so. But, as you were there, couldn't you have been aware of whom was let in and who wasn't? ... After all, didn't you hear the doorbell, and why would it be that he didn't let the person in - who even tried to twice!”

The teacher sighed. “I didn't feel comfortable with saying to myself that I was among kids who were that mean to one another! I didn't feel like realizing it, when she rang a second time, that she wasn't let in in the first place just because they wanted to blame her for it!”

“Okay,” the mother said again. “But why in the world were you all so lightly dressed?! I find that it's hard to believe that they will actually learn to be into being adult by sloppily undressing as soon as they feel a lust for it!”

“No, I know!” the teacher replied. “But I see it in them that they are learning how to be into that it should be seen as a normal thing that they feel some of it! Thereby I think there's not anything to stop that I should participate at times in their activities to see that they actually reach adulthood, and that in a way that doesn't stop nor prostpone their inclinations for being actual about life and its pros and cons even with such behavior!”

“Okay!” the mother repeated once more. “But then you and I should have to talk again! Perhaps it's even without my daughter here that it can be relevant!”

“Okay,” the teacher also said now. “Then we will set up another meeting. But for now I want you and your daughter to know that we aught to understand that sex, and other things that are into adulthood to have, are things to disclose for ourselves about, so that we can learn how to handle it in mature enough ways for it not to go out of hand!”

The daughter looked at her teacher. “Look, I don't know if feel up to being into adulthood at all for this! The two of you have had a discussion as if I was simply being an immature child, while I was actually being bullied! I find the other girls to be bitches, and the boys usually to be bad too! And I don't find in this class I'm in that I can participate in anything but what I have to!”

Her mother looked at her and said: “You aught to understand that it is about you and not about us that we have been discussing! Now, she and I are going to meed and we're gonna discuss this issue with you at the party, and how you spied on them! We are gonna discuss this and how we should resolve the issue between the two of us!”

“I don't have an issue with her,” the teacher filled in, indicating the mother. “It is you that I also am about! But the two of us, she and I will discuss you later. But we shall also discuss you now, because that's what we are here for!”

The mother looked at her and responded: “I don't think we can get much further with her around. Perhaps you and I should from now on discuss this only between adults!”

The teacher looked at the mother. “Good!” she said. “Can we see each other on Tuesday next week. I say at four o'clock on Tuesdays would be fine. That's more than an hour after they have finished school! You see I saw that your daughter felt embarrassed by seeing you meet her class mates!”

The mother hesitated for a short while. “Yeah I guess I can come then! We can meet here and discuss things just the two of us!”

The next Tuesday the two of them met and discussed what the teacher had been dealing with at the party. They also got into details about her being fairly undressed among her pupils. It was terrifying for the teacher that the woman questioning her about it was not very unlikely to report her for it. But still it was all too exciting for her to admit that there was thrilling for her to seem moral about sexuality but still revealing it to be a pleasure that she also felt “can be assumed to be for everyone and everything depends upon it!” she stated and blushed a little while she was saying it.

A Very Hard Punishment

Arnold looked at the dominatrix and offered her another hundred dollars, if - and only if - she tied up the other girl and mutilated her so thoroughly that she forgot her own sadism and hated that she'd ever seen herself as one. She looked at the bill and answered: “Okay, I'll do it to her. But only to the extent you also pay me for what comes next, after that. Because there would be no real end to my dilemma about what that next step should be. ...”

“How much?!”

“One or two hundred more, I think that will be! ... One for a simple task of killing her, two if the task grows more complex. ... I think I might have to ask for three hundred or even more, if the task - or tasks - afterwards grow very complex.”

“Okay, I think I'll pay you for it!” he said smilingly.

The girl to be mutilated fancied herself as a person who could take any type of torment as too cool to be fatal for her. She was very instinctive about her sadism in a way which had scorned the others around there, especially, somehow the man who was now paying for her to be the victim of such stuff. It was not the other dominatrix who had felt extremely scorned by it, but she felt it enough to seem trustworthy for him to produce results with this mutilation; she too would feel something of the triumph over her that he was after.

He lifted his mobile phone and transferred the first hundred bucks. She received it with a twang from a receiver, the tone of which told her that the money was for her, and the strength of which told her just about how much it was. She looked happily at Arnold. “Alright! Let's begin with scorning her surface innocence and see if it can come out as an innocence for real!”

He smiled. “Yeah! Begin with that!”

She stung a pointed wedge into her stomach. This made the other girl seem fanciful of her, upon which she smiled. She continued by setting the weight tied to the ribbons that held her hands together more free to tighten the grip around her wrists. The girl now sighed. Her dominatrix looked at her and then freed that weight even more. Now the sigh turned into a groan!

Her dominatrix seemed joyful and reacted by also freeing the similar weight connected to her ankles. Now she began crying.

“Good!” he said. “I'll pay you even another two hundred to the extent she also seems to be too innocent to be able to care for herself in a context of Satan!”

The dominatrix looked thoughtful. “I'll try,” she said. “What I don't know, though, is when I'll have to say to her that I'll have to punish her for the sake of Satan! So can you tell me about that?”

“I'll tell you when it's about time!”

“Alright!” she answered and continued by firstly pouring a venom onto the wedge wound. Secondly she also freed the feet's weight even more. They then watched how the girl saw herself as a victim for the first time ever.

“Alright now!” he said. “I think it's about time for it already!”

“Already now? But I've almost just begun my torture session!”

“Yeah! But I can see it on her face that she's tormented enough to see herself as the victim that needs mild treatment for her survival! Thereby you should tell her not to fancy her hopes for mercy to be enough for you to believe in her for!”

She watched her for a few seconds. Then said: “I don't fancy you any more for your grace that do those who fancy other women for their anuses!”

The girl looked desperate.

Her dominatrix smiled and continued: “We now have to punish that ass of yours! I now will expose the fatally ridiculous responsibilities you seem to have!” With that she freed both the weights totally.

The girl looked even more desperate. Then she went for staying immortal after death. In this the two others saw that they were done. “Alright!” he said. “Let's then finish her off by showing her how she should be treated from now and forever after!”

The dominatrix looked hesitant. “I think I'll have another two hundred bucks for that!” she said with grin that made her seem insolent about what she was bargaining about.

“Okay!” he said and transferred the whole sum to her.

When she had heard the twang from the receiver, she began to sting her with some more similar pointed wedges, which she continued with, until she died.