Hello. My name is Megan. I’m 14 and I’m in the 8th grade at Our Sisters of Perpetual Orgasm Middle School. I’m a petite, blue- eyed brunette. I play sports and I think I have a nice figure. My tummy is flat and I have a B cup bra. Well, almost a B cup. The boys tell me I’m pretty, so I’ll take their word for it. He, he. I wear my hair in a ponytail. And I like to smoke pot. This is the story of something totally messed up and embarrassing that happened to me recently.

I knew, with my father out of town on business, I only had to worry about my step mother and her jerk of a son, Billy. Inserting the key into the front door and creeping inside, I was relieved to see only the small night lights on in the house. I closed the front door quietly behind me. Then it hit me that I was still holding my friend’s pot for him in my pants. I pushed it even further down the front.

A light suddenly snapped on in the living room. I was temporarily blinded but I knew deep in my heart that I’d been busted by my stepmother. Sure enough, that terrible woman was seated in a comfortable chair in the corner of the room, glaring at me.

“Why are you so late, you little tramp?” she asked me harshly.

She stood and advanced quickly on me. Frozen, I stood in complete shock at being called such a nasty name. My annoying stepmother never would have dared to use such words if my father was home.

She stopped directly in front of me and, then appearing kind of perplexed, leaned over me and took a deep sniff.

‘Oh my God!’ I thought in a panic. ‘Can she smell the pot on me?’

“What’s that smell on you?” My stepmother demanded.

“My perfume?” I answered weakly. I was so busted.

“Oh no young lady, I certainly know the smell of marijuana when I smell it. You’ve been smoking pot, haven’t you?”

‘How does she know what pot smells like?’

“No, no I haven’t,” I attempted to protest.

“I should just take you down to the police station and have them test you. How would you like that?” She snapped angrily.

I kept repeating, “No, no,” I whimpered from my stepmother’s harassment.

To my complete embarrassment, Billy, my pimply, 15 year old step brother, suddenly appears in the living room. I realize he must have been listening the entire time from the dining room. He leans against the doorway and grins at me. It was a nasty grin and it made me very uncomfortable.

“I saw you put something under your clothes when you came in here,” My stepmother accused. “Lift your blouse up.”

Now weeping, I managed to say, “I can’t, it’s too tight.”

“Then unbutton it, you stupid slut,” the middle-aged woman ordered.

I couldn’t believe my ears. I was supposed to open my blouse in front of my stepbrother!

“No, I can’t,” I sobbed. “Not in front of Billy.”

“Listen here young lady,” The woman said, shaking me violently by my arm. “You do as I say or I’ll rip that blouse right off you.”

Never doubting my stepmother for a second, with shaking hands, I finally managed to open my blouse, displaying my frilly white, semi-transparent bra. I felt even more embarrassed and degraded when Billy wolf whistled at me.

“Just take it off, I may need to check under your bra.”

I felt beaten down and I couldn’t believe my ears but I did as my stepmother ordered and dropped my blouse down onto the nearby couch making the sight of my bra even more accessible to my leering stepbrother, who was rubbing himself in his pants.

“You can stop this right now by just turning over the marijuana,” My stepmother explained.

“There is no marijuana!” I screamed, pressed to my breaking point.

“Don’t you yell at me, young lady. I am not to be trifled with. Unbutton and pull down the zipper on your jeans,” She ordered.

I felt as if my heart had stopped dead in my chest. I suddenly realized I was very close to being busted with the pot and I became extremely frightened as to what the woman’s response would be. I made one more attempt to stop her.

“It’s not right to make me do this in front of Billy,” I cried out.

“Never you mind about Billy,” My stepmother insisted. “He’s not out to all hours using drugs. Now do as I say or I’ll just pull those jeans off you myself!”

Feeling totally defeated, I did as my stepmother insisted. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them, showing my white cotton panties to the leering Billy. Exactly what had been my worst nightmare, my stepmother stepped forward and yanked the jeans partially down – the baggie of pot fell out onto the living room carpet.

She went ballistic. “Goddamn you! I knew you were lying to me.” And then she slapped me hard across the face.

“Owe!” I cried out. Despite the pain, what was worse to me was the shock of the blow ... I’d never been struck in my life. Plus I was now terrified over what more punishment she might dish out to me.

“Are you hiding anything else?” My stepmother questioned. She was angry.

“No, no, I swear I’m not,” I tearfully insisted.

“I don’t believe you, you little liar,” My stepmother declared. “Take the rest of your clothes off. I need to search them and you.”

To my disgust, Billy slipped his thing out of his pants.

“I can’t do that,” I protested. “Billy is standing right there. And he’s got his thing out. It’s disgusting.”

“You’re going to strip in front of Billy. That’s your punishment for using drugs and lying to me. You’ll think twice before doing this again!” she exclaimed, forcing my jeans down to my feet, exposing my white cotton panties to Billy’s leering. He grunted and pulled on himself.

“I like the pink bow on her white panties.” My awful stepbrother said, as he continued to pull on himself. “Can I feel her cunt through her panties?”

‘Feel my cunt through my panties? WTF’ I thought.

“These panties have to come off.” his mother said, continuing the search by grabbing the white elastic waistband and pulling them down, exposing the thin triangle of dark hair over my vagina.

“Oh God no!” I screamed in anguish and I threw my hands down to cover myself. I was totally humiliated but there was more to come.

My stepmother seized the opportunity to unsnap my bra and remove it, exposing my breasts and eliciting another scream of shame from me.

“Will you shut up? You’re getting on my nerves. And stand up straight with your arms by your side. I need to check you over next.”

As my stepmother searched all of my recently removed clothing, I stood hunched over, futilely attempting to hide my nudity from Billy’s rapacious staring. At the same time, he continued pulling on his dick, which had grown very big and very red. I simply couldn’t make myself stand straight as the woman had ordered. When she finished going through my clothing, she noticed I’d disobeyed her once more.

Knocking my hands away, she demanded, “Squat with your legs widely apart.”

‘God, would this humiliation ever end?’ I wondered.

By this time I realized I needed to follow my stepmother’s instructions, if for no other reason than to try to shorten the time involved in this hideous situation.

So I did as instructed and burned with embarrassment as the older woman squatted herself and closely checked out my vagina by sticking her fingers in me, which was uncomfortable and humiliating. She felt around inside. I made the mistake of locking eye contact with Billy, who smiled salaciously at me and rolled his tongue around his lips.

“Billy’s masturbating!”

“Then let him. Besides, that’s normal for a teenage boy.”

“Now stand up and bend over,” the middle-aged woman ordered, while standing herself. I pulled myself to my feet and bent over. My smallish breasts hung down and Billy was staring at them.

“I can see your nipples, Megan. Ha, ha, ha.”

“You perv!”

“Shut up, Megan and turn the other way.” She yelled at me. “I need to see your behind.”

“WHAT? Oh God,” I groaned. I bent over and she pulled my butt cheeks apart, opening me up for her and Billy to see. My pink butt hole was exposed to Billy, who was beginning to moan, as he pulled on himself. The woman inserted a finger into my behind and felt around. “ARG! WTF! No, stop that! Please, no! Not in my behind. Billy’s watching you with your finger in my behind!”

“Mom, I’m going to cum” said Billy.

“Go ahead son. Would you like to look at her closer?”

“Oh, yeah. I can see her ass hole and her cunt. Ahhhhh!” He groaned and I could feel splashes of wetness on my behind. Disgusting Billy had shot his stuff all over my behind while his mother continued to insert her finger into me and wiggle it around. ‘Uch, this is so disgusting.’

Suddenly I felt terrible pain when my stepmother slapped my behind hard. “Oh stop it!” I cried out.

“Shut up and take your punishment,” She snarled while continuing to slap me hard, again and again on my bare behind.

With tears of humiliation and pain streaming down my face, I attempted to obey my stepmother by biting my lip to handle the increasing pain of each slap. Finally, in what seemed forever to me, she stopped and said, “Okay, go to bed young lady. I shall be going to school with you in the morning to discuss this with your Principal.”

‘Oh no!’ I thought, realizing all of my friends at middle school might hear about this.

With tears in my eyes, I put my panties on and gathered up the rest of my clothes and went off to bed, with Billy grinning and waving his thing at me. His stuff was oozing out of it. Uch, disgusting.

Morning came even earlier than usual for me because my step mother was determined to drive me to school for a talk with the Principal before going on to her job. I had not only cried myself to sleep the night before, but also had slept very restlessly, experiencing a nightmare where I was naked in public. I was actually gladdened when my stepmother violently shook me awake.

‘Oh thank God that was just a dream. It felt so real,’ I thought.

My stepmother snarled, “Get up and get dressed. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”

I sat up in bed and blushed when my sheet fell from my bare breasts. I had been so upset the night before I’d gone to bed without first putting on a nightgown, something I ordinarily wouldn’t have dreamt of doing.

“You little slut!” The woman exclaimed. “Cover yourself! What if I had sent Billy up here to get you up?”

‘He’d probably jerk off again’, I thought.

Even though I hurriedly dressed so as to not miss my stepmother’s deadline, I remembered to pick something much more demure than what I usually wore to class. I chose a long sleeved cashmere sweater and my usual pleated school skirt that now fell below my knees because I didn’t hike it up. All in all, I thought I projected a very respectable image for my forced interview with the Principal and my stepmother.

She drove silently, tight lipped, occasionally casting angry glares at me seated beside her. After reaching the school and parking right in front in a visitor’s space, she opened the car door and stepped out. Leaning back into the car, she said harshly, “Well, what are you waiting for? If you cause me to be late for work, you’re in even worse trouble, young lady.”

My stepmother charged into the building with me struggling to keep up. After inquiring as to the Principal’s office, she walked into it and up to the desk of his assistant. I stood in the background hoping not to be noticed. My heart sank when I saw one of the students in my class (someone who actively disliked me) was also present in the office. Her name was Mary Lou-something and she often helped out the Principal’s staff before classes and during her free time during the day. It was she who walked up to my stepmother while smiling maliciously at me and asked, “Yes, may I help you?”

“Yes, I am Mrs. Connors ... Megan’s mother and we need to talk with the Principal about something very serious,”

‘I am not your daughter!’ I screamed inside.

“Fine,” Mary Lou said, “Let me see if he is available.” She picked up the phone on the desk and punched in the intercom. “Yes sir,” the student said. “There’s a Mrs. Connors out here who wants to discuss her daughter Megan with you. Yes sir, I’ll send them right in.” She returned the phone to its proper position and said, “You may go right in.”

‘I’m not her daughter!’

“Thank you.”

Reginald Voorhees was a balding, emaciated old man, with long thin fingers. He had a reputation for being a dirty old man, ogling the young girls and, it was rumored, worse. Behind his back the students referred to him as a pervert.

My stepmother walked up to the door that had stenciled on it in gold letters – Reginald Voorhees, Principal. Realizing that I wasn’t following her, she turned her head and said, “What are you waiting for? I haven’t got all day to mess around with you!”

I flushed in embarrassment and hurried across the office to obey her, while seeing that awful Mary Lou smirking at me. Inside the office, Reginald Voorhees, the Principal of my middle school, waited eagerly to learn what the difficulty was. It wasn’t that he was so dedicated in his job that he looked forward to a parent- student conference before his first cup of coffee. It was because he was a 70 year old letch who loved the possibility of being able to ogle me close up for a long period of time. In fact, ogling the young girls was the only reason Reginald Voorhees was still working. He had been employed by the school for over thirty years and his pension would keep him comfortable for the rest of his perverted life.

He stood and introduced himself when we entered his office. I could see in his face that he was disgusted at the sight of the middle-aged woman’s flabby gut and almost nonexistent bust line but when he looked at me, I could see saliva at the corner of his mouth and it made me very uncomfortable. He invited us to be seated in the two comfortable chairs that sat in front of his desk. I crossed my legs carefully, so nothing would show. Once we were seated, he leaned forward and said, “So what can I do for you today, Mrs. Connors?”