“I suppose it’s about time, stand up young lady.”
Melissa got to her feet, mute, unable to meet his eyes.
“For the next forty-eight hours, or until I say otherwise,” her father pronounced, “You, Melissa Grace Donnelly are not my daughter, you are a Stranger who has transgressed against this family, fit only for public display, and punishment, which begins now. Now strip, a Stranger like you does not wear clothes in this house.”
Melissa hesitated for an instant, but the look in her father’s eye brooked no disobedience, she removed her bathrobe and stepped out of her slippers, she hadn’t been naked in front of her father in years, since she was able to bathe herself.
Her father began to bark out commands, and she found herself complying instantly to his authority.
“Raise your arms over your head.”
“Arch your back”
“Turn around 360 with your arms up”
“Reach down and touch your toes” as she bent down, her father began to circle her, he slowly made his way around until he was in front of her again.
“Squat down, then stand up again.”
Melissa did so easily, this was nothing compared to the warmups she did for track.
“As I see no physical defect or injury which would preclude a right and proper punishment we will go outside now, and place this Stranger in the stocks.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, and marched Melissa out the front door, and onto the dew speckled front yard. The wet, well manicured grass tickled her feet, and the cool morning air stiffened her nipples, and the way her father had curtly inspected her naked form, had made her start to understand what Tanya had said about her father. Melissa started to get aroused, the heat of her father’s hand on her shoulder seemed to fill her body, and she found herself blushing with mixed feelings of arousal and shame, and embarrassment.
The stocks were already open, the top half leaning against the supporting post.
“Place yourself, or you will be placed.”
Meekly Melissa stepped up to the stocks, facing the street, and began to lean in.
“The other way, you are a stranger, and no one passing by cares who you are, just what you have to offer”
Melissa stepped around the stocks, the cedar chips spongy under her feet. She bent over, leaning forward at the waist and placed her neck in the center cutout of the lower half of the stocks, her slender wrists in the smaller cutouts to either side. Her father moved around in front of her, and he lifted the heavy wooden top of the stocks and began to slot it into place.
Melissa was intensely aware of her father’s crotch, right in front of her face, she actually licked her lips, but that was probably because her mouth had gone dry. The top snapped down into place with finality, followed by a rattle and a click, as her father secured the stocks with a heavy lock. As he stepped away, she realized that she was looking right into the front windows of her house. The curtains were closed, and she could make out a distorted reflection of her father as he moved around behind her, where her ass and pussy were facing the street. She heard the distinctive squeaking and smelled the sharp scent of one of her mother’s oversized bingo markers, as her father wrote on something. He walked around in front of her and wordlessly showed her the sign, In his heavy bold hand, it read:
CURFIEW VIOLATION
NO CUTS
NO CLOSED FISTED BLOWS
He moved around her, and planted the spike of the sign in the grass, just outside the edge of the red cypress mulch, facing the street. And then, without another word, he went inside, stopping only to grab the morning paper.
The neighborhood was still quiet, the sun barely up, and it was still dark and cool under the spreading magnolia tree. Melissa’s swirling emotions couldn’t resolve themselves, fear, anger, arousal, betrayal, shame, excitement, and more warred within her, she couldn’t get out of her mind the warm feeling that her father’s hand on her shoulder had awakened in her as he marched her out of the house to be displayed, and made available for public use. And for some reason images of her brushes lined up on her vanity, kept coming to mind.
Suddenly, the front door opened again, and she knew that this had all been for show, that this was just to show that her parents had been serious, and they were going to let her back inside, she looked up for her Mom and Dad, but instead, Travis walked out. He was still in his nightclothes, and he rubbed his eyes against the early sun. He looked around, and walked up to his sister, eying her. Melissa realized that he probably hadn’t ever seen a naked girl before, he walked the long way around her, slowly, until he was in front of her, she had to crane her neck painfully just to look him in the eye, and she realized, that if there was a grown up in front of her, she wouldn’t even know who it was, unless he backed way up, or identified himself some other way.
“You are a Stranger now, and I can do anything I want to you.” he pronounced
“What, Travis? You know me, I’m your sister, you should go back inside, Mom and Dad will be worried.”
“I don’t have to listen to you,” Travis continued, “Mom said I could come out and see you, and you said you were a Stranger, and I could do whatever I liked to you, a Stranger that hogs the bathroom every morning. But I guess… I guess won’t need the bathroom much this morning.” And with that he pulled down the front of his pajama pants, exposing his penis. For a shocked moment, Melissa thought he meant for her to suck it like she did for Marcus, but he would have to stand on a stool or something he was too low for her to reach with his mouth. Melissa’s misconception was corrected a half second later, as a hot stream of her little brother’s morning piss shot out, catching her full in the face. Her jaw dropped in surprise, presenting Travis with a tempting target before she caught herself, snapping her mouth closed, but it was already too late, even a little piss in the mouth would seem like too much, and in that instant, she felt like she got a mouthful, she spat, retching, which only made him target her mouth again, finally she ducked her head, forcing him to spend the rest of his hot golden stream on the top of her head.
“You little shit, I’ll kill you for this” Melissa’s heated words surprised herself, and so did Travis’s slap across her face.
“Shut up, Stranger! You can’t talk to me like that.” Travis pulled up his pants, and began to walk around her again. He stopped close, on the other side of the stocks, and bent over looking at her hanging breasts, he reached out and touched one, first timidly, his fingers were cold, and so much smaller than Marcus’, he soon grew bolder, moving them side to side, squeezing them in tiny handfuls, he finally grabbed onto one of Melissa’s erect nipples and pulled hard, until it slipped out of his grasp. This got a squeak of pain out of his sister, and a small laugh escaped his lips, he did it two more times before he moved around to her backside.
Melissa was fuming, her own brother pissing on her and nearly tearing her tit off wasn’t how she wanted to start her day, her left breast ached where her brother had been pulling on it, and she was waiting for him to do it a fourth time when he felt his cold little hands begin to artlessly fondle her pussy.