Missy knew she had been a bad girl. The 22-year-old college junior stood
there in the corner of her bedroom right where her mom had placed her. A
quarter was placed between her nose and the wall, knowing full well that
if that quarter would drop, her punishment would even be worse. Her mom
even handcuffed her hands behind her back to make sure she couldn't pick
up the quarter if it were to fall. Her father was an inner- city
narcotics officer and it seemed a pair of handcuffs was always around to
aid in her punishment sessions.
Missy was dressed in typical college attire. A long, oversized
sweatshirt hung down to her knees and bore the emblem of the small town
university she attended. A black pair of stretch pants, white socks, and
a pair of running shoes completed her attire. She excelled in track and
field, and her tall slim figure was a testament to that. For now, she
just stood there, handcuffed, hoping she wouldn't sneeze allowing the
quarter to fall, contemplating the punishment instructions she would
have to carry out when her mom returned.
The day started out as any other. Her mom and dad had already left for
work when Missy got up to get ready for school. It was a cool fall day
and the sun was shining brightly. The last nice day before colder snowy
weather she thought. A great day to blow off her 10 a.m. class, but
leave the house by 2 p.m. for her 3 o'clock class, before her parents
arrived home. Since her parents were paying for her school, graduating
was of utmost importance, and she knew they would not tolerate such
irresponsibility. She knew the consequences, but would be out of the
house before they arrived home.
It was almost 1:30 when Missy's mom walked in the house and saw Missy
laying on the couch watching TV.
"Missy! What are you doing home? Shouldn't you be in school?"
Startled, Missy exclaimed, "Shouldn't you be at work?"
"That's beside the point," her mother shouted, "You had better have a
good excuse for being home, young lady!" Missy, desperate for an excuse,
and with little time to think had told her mom she was feeling warm and
thought she had a fever. Her mom then went into the bathroom and got the
thermometer, shook it down, and placed it under Missy's tongue.
"You hold that thermometer under your tongue while I run out and get the
mail. For your sake, you better have a fever!" Missy's mom returned
about 3 minutes later and removed the glass rod from her mouth and read
the temperature at 110 degrees. She looked down at the table and saw the
cup of coffee and quickly put two and two together. Missy knew she was
"O.K. young lady! You skipped school and tried to pull one over on your
mother with the coffee and the thermometer. Your punishment will involve
getting an accurate body temperature and you feeling uncomfortable and
humiliated to the point that you will never pull another stunt like this
again!" She then marched Missy up to her room, handcuffed her, placed
her in the corner, and recited a long list of instructions Missy would
have to carry out upon her mom's return in a half-hour.
Missy could hear her mom walking up the steps. She knew it was
punishment time. Her mom walked over and placed her hand underneath
Missy's nose and she let the quarter drop. Her mom then removed the
handcuffs. Missy began rubbing her wrists, awaiting her mom's command to
begin carrying out her long list of detailed instructions. "Missy! Begin
step 1!" her mom ordered. Missy obediently walked over to the dresser
drawer and removed a rectal thermometer, two glycerin suppositories, and
a jar of Vicks. She removed the thermometer from the case and shook it
down, opened the jar of Vicks, and stuck the thermometer half way in.
She then placed the jar containing the thermometer and the two
suppositories on the nightstand next to the bed, along with a box of
tissues. She then laid face down on the bed.
"Very good Missy. You may now begin step 2," her mom replied. This was
the part Missy hated the most. She slowly pulled up her long sweatshirt
to just above her waist. She then slipped her fingers into the waistband
of her stretch pants and slid them down to her knees, exposing her white
cotton Jockey style panties with yellow stripes. Finally, she slid her
panties down, bunching them up to just above her stretch pants exposing
her bare butt, tan lines and all, to her mother. Missy buried her head
in the pillow awaiting her mom to begin step 3.
Missy's mom walked over and sat on the bed next to Missy's bare butt.
Her mom dipped her finger in the Vicks, removing a generous amount on
her fingertip. Missy could then feel her cheeks being spread apart and
the Vicks being spread around and in her tight butt. She clenched her
cheeks tight as she began to feel the burning sensation, her mom working
her finger in and out of Missy's anus, making sure it was well
lubricated. Next came the thermometer. Missy again felt her butt cheeks
being separated as her mom took the thermometer and rubbed the silver
bulb in circles around the entrance of the terrified girl's butt,
teasing her with the thermometer before inserting deep up her ass. Only
the tip of the thermometer could be seen between Missy's cheeks. Her mom
then began to rotate the thermometer with her fingertips causing the
lubricating Vicks to burn even more. Missy's mom then let the girl lay
there on her stomach, pants and underwear pulled down, with a
thermometer deep up her butt to contemplate her skipping school.
She returned 15 minutes later and slowly removed the thermometer. "No
fever!" she said. "Just as I suspected. Since you lied to me about being
sick, we will continue with the final steps of your punishment."
Her mom then went over to the nightstand and unwrapped the 2 glycerin
suppositories. She positioned herself on the bed and again spread
Missy's cheeks. She inserted the suppository halfway up the entrance of
Missy's butt and used the thermometer to push it in as deep as the
thermometer is long. Missy winced as she felt the clear bullet traveling
deep up her already burning hole. Missy then had to repeat the process
herself for the second suppository as her mom watched.
"Alright Missy, you know what the final stage of your punishment
entails." With that, Missy slowly sat up on the side of the bed and
began untying her shoes. She took off her shoes and then removed each of
her socks. Her pants and panties were next, still bunched up around her
knees. She then stood up, pulled off her sweatshirt and removed her
sports bra. Completely naked, the blonde hair blue eyed girl
submissively walked to the corner of her bedroom and pushed her nose up
against the wall, feet together, with her arms outstretched together
behind her back ready to accept the handcuffs. Her mom then handcuffed
Missy's wrists and once again placed a quarter between the punished
girl's nose and the wall.
"I want you to remain in the corner and hold up that quarter with your
nose for the next hour and think about what you did. Hopefully, the
uncomfortable feeling caused by the suppositories will be a constant
reminder never to skip school again!"
Her mom then left Missy to be by herself. She squirmed as she stood in
the corner, as her stomach was already beginning to cramp, however she
did everything she could to make sure she didn't drop the quarter. Under
no circumstances did she want to have to endure the punishment her mom
would administer if that quarter hit the floor…