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By Grumpy Devon · Posted
"I'll have it up this weekend for sure," I said, like a complete fool. Uh, guess who bought Pokemon ZA and has put far too many hours in it last week and this 😅 I promise it is still coming though. Soon™️ -
Yea this club has been pretty dead since shortly after the close of ADISC.ORG. This was my panic attempt to pull folks in from that dead site. -
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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
The physical exam proceeded without incident but was very embarrassing. Karen stood nude on the hard cold floor, clad in only a paper gown. The doctor and accompanying nurse towered over her. She tried to keep her back to them but the open slit back gave them a generous view of her pale backside. It did not help that the nurse kept cooing to her, mistaking Karen's quiet for nervousness. "Scooch your little butt over here, honey." Karen felt she had been robbed of her womanly prowess. The doctor was handsome, and normally the exam would have been filled with innuendo and flirting, but he hardly noticed her, and obviously regarded her as just a child. The fact that he was touching her in places she had not been touched in a long while did not help either. She squirmed and even yelped a few times as the doctor poked and prodded. The most uncomfortable moment occurred when the doctor examined her fully nude with the nurse present. It made Karen feel like a little kid, and she wondered how she had allowed it to come this far. Karen tried not to protest too much, but a few times she spoke in a very defiant tone to the doctor. "Now be a good girl, Cathy," the nurse said condescendingly. Finally, the exam was over, and everything seemed in order except the whispered conversation concerning Karen's obvious sexual activity. Even her bare smooth vagina could not hide that fact. Beverly assured the doctor that 'Cathy' would be given a good talking to. It was a week later that everything fell apart for Karen. She examined her privates in the mirror again. There was still no growth at all. The thought of being hairless for the rest of her life made her angry. How she had allowed herself to be manipulated and coerced into one scheme after another, pushed on her frustration. In her defiance she called the diner and lied that she was sick. Then she went into town to clear her head. She decided to see a movie but was turned away as she was unable to produce any ID to prove she was an adult. "I am an adult!" she screamed through the little window and stormed away. Karen was not addicted, but she did miss alcohol. Beverly had nothing but wine in her house. Wine which was easily noticed if opened. Karen wanted a drink, and after five failed attempts she realized that Riverton was uptight and straight. Karen wandered around the various stores for several hours until it was very late. Karen made up her mind as she walked up the driveway of Beverly's white and green adorned cottage home. Its past midnight and Karen did not care. Thoughts of Paris and Rome fortified her. She would be on the next flight, and soon she would be sipping champagne in first class. That was where she belonged, not pretending to be some fifteen-year-old waitress in a hick town no one knew. "She'll get her money. She's been great, but I can't take it anymore. I just can't," Karen grumbled aloud. Karen was cut off as the porch light jumped on. "Where have you been?" Beverly barked in a familiar tone from Karen's past. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" "I'm sorry, Beverly. I know you must have been worried, but I just had to clear my head. I think I need to-" "We'll talk about this tomorrow, young lady. It's late. Off to bed!" Beverly's anger was rising. "Beverly, I think you're taking this aunt role a bit too seriously. And really, that's what I wanted to tell you. I think I need to-" Karen calmly tried to interject. "I said now, Cathy!" Beverly raised her voice again invoking Karen's fake name used on her ID and during her insurance examination. "We will discuss your punishment tomorrow." "Punishment?! Look Beverly, I appreciate all-" Karen shouted. "Yes. Punishment. If you continue to flounce my rules and act like a brat then you will be punished. I'm providing everything for you! I took you in and-" Beverly rattled on. At that moment, the evening took its toll on Karen's emotions. "You're a bitch!" Karen stabbed. Beverly glared at Karen then stepped forward. "Okay, I guess we can take care of this right now," Beverly said as she wrapped her large hand around Karen's wrist. "What are you doing? Let go! Ow! Beverly, you're hurting me!" Beverly stood at least another foot and half above Karen and outweighed her by a good thirty or forty pounds. The demands of dragging Karen by her wrist was an easy one. Karen dug into the carpet as Beverly moved toward the nearby sofa and sat down. In one skilled move, Beverly yanked Karen across her lap. "You want to act like a child, then I will treat you like one!" Beverly fumed. Karen felt her arm pinned into her back as Beverly reached underneath and wrestled briefly with the buckle and button of Karen's jeans. Karen bucked and tried to throw her weight off of Beverly's lap, but this only assisted Beverly in preparing her next move. "Don't you dare! You bitch!" Karen screamed. Beverly ignored her protests and pushed down hard onto her back as her right hand reached deep into the inside of Karen's jeans and panties and gripped the top firmly. In a flash the cold air of the room rushed across Karen's bare bottom. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The spanking did not last long, but the effects were powerful. Beverly released Karen and she sprang from her lap and screamed obscenities at Beverly. "You had no right to do that! You're completely out of control! Where are my things? I'm leaving right now, and you're going to be lucky if I don't sue you for assault." Karen realized her pants and underwear were still down and pulled them painfully up and over her swollen bottom. Beverly sat motionless and stared at Karen, much in the way a doctor observes an enraged mental patient. Beverly's eyes reflected nothing but cold detachment. "You are wearing your things, Cathy dear." "Don't call me that. You're crazy. Where are my credit cards and my clothes? I'll send for the rest." For several minutes Karen tore off through the house and began to open drawers, cabinets, and closets, occasionally tossing out items and more obscenities. Frustrated, Karen turned to Beverly. "I'm only going to ask this one more time, Beverly. Where are my clothes, ID and credit cards?" Beverly, arms folded, stared silently at her. Karen, still fuming from the spanking, stepped up to Beverly and poked her for emphasis. "You better tell me right now. I am not accustomed to-" Karen never finished. Beverly grabbed her hand, and in a moment, twisted her arm around onto her back and pushed up. "Aaaaarrggghh!" Karen screamed. Beverly propelled her forward, locked in this position, to a nearby chair, and again forced Karen over her knee. In her haste she never fully buckled her jeans, and Beverly whisked them down her legs and off, which left Karen nude from the waist down. Karen bucked and fought but Beverly's grip was firm. Beverly swung her leg over one of Karen's and locked her in position. This action caused Karen to writhe and twist against Beverly's hold. With her left hand, Beverly pressed hard down onto Karen's back and wrapped her left arm around her waist. Karen was trapped. Karen let out another scream as Beverly snaked underneath Karen's striped polo shirt and unsnapped her bra. Beverly's next move was simple. With her free hand she pulled the hem of Karen's shirt over her head and tugged at the center of the bra until she had worked it off Karen. The nude figure twisting on Beverly's lap did indeed look childish, and without a spoken word, Beverly continued her previous punishment. However, this time Beverly's hand penetrated deeper and harder onto Karen's bare bottom. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The rhythmic sound echoed through the empty house and anyone discovering this scene would naturally assume a naughty child was receiving a good hard spanking for some misdeed. The picture was perfect. Even while seated, Beverly's upper body towered over Karen, and Karen's petite nude form fit the profile perfectly as she kicked and struggled. Karen fought, but felt her size dwindle with each slap on her quickly reddening cheeks. Beverly's lap felt huge to her, and Beverly's hand seemed to encompass her entire backside. Karen's defiance remained, and she continued to curse Beverly, but this only increased the frequency and strength of Beverly’s spanks. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Beverly finally broke her silence and shouted. "You need to learn who is in charge here!" She punctuated her words with another series of hard slaps. "I have opened my home, and bent over backwards for you, and all I ask is that you obey a few simple rules!" "I'm not a teenager, Beverly!" Karen spat. "As soon as you release me, I am gone!" Beverly again administered another series of spanks. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Where are you going to go?" Karen was silent. The weight of her circumstance hit full force. Beverly paused a moment then continued Karen's spanking. After a few minutes Karen broke and began to sob uncontrollably. "Beverly! Stop! Please, it hurts!" Karen cried. Her bare bottom was on fire. Spank! Spank! Spank! "I think I have been way too lenient on you. I have given you too much freedom. You have all day to get into trouble and you only work a few hours a day at the diner." "Beverly, please, no more hours at the diner. It's demeaning and humiliating. I hate it!" Slap! Slap! "I wasn't suggesting the diner. You need quite a bit more supervision and structure in your life. And most importantly, discipline. Something you have been seriously lacking all your life!" SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "Beverly, dammit! No MORE! I can't take it. Let me up!" Karen pleaded. "I've seen the way you walk around like the world owes you something. Well, no more! I know a way we can correct some of that bad behavior, young lady. Believe me, you will thank me later. So, starting tomorrow you will be attending Riverton Academy." "What?! NO WAAAAAYYYY!" Karen screamed as Beverly slapped the top of her thighs. "I've already arranged everything. I even have a cute uniform for you. And of course, you are already enrolled. I kinda of lied about the ID. I had to enroll you to get it. I never really planned to make you go, but it seems now that it is necessary. Someone needs to keep an eye on you. And believe me, you don't want to step out of line there. They use the paddle." "Beverly, you bitch! I won't do it. I am not going back to school, and you can't make me! I'll run away. No one is going to believe I'm some stupid schoolgirl! Karen struggled even more, but Beverly tightened her hold. "It's too late. Cathy dear, you are fifteen, and there is nothing to prove otherwise." The End
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