Chapter 2: Suzie.

He waited for some time, maybe an hour or 2. He didn't check, it didn't matter. Her even brattier younger sister would be home in time. She wasn't as raunchy as Sally, being virginal and anti-everything-cool, but she was no less bratty. She never smoked or drank and never got detention, and even skipped a grade, something she flaunted as much as her older sister flaunted her sex.

He smiled thinking back to the spanking she got from her mom at school. Seeing her wide eyed despair was a nice change of pace from her smug bitchy smile and constant whining. She demanded everyone follow every rule and prided herself on being "right." It had been too long since her expression was terrified anguish.

She had to pee really bad. She could hardly hold it in. She would be peeing herself any moment so she was tempted to run but her tummy cramped from holding it in. She stood still and looked at her house about a hundred meters away. She sprinted for a moment and piss jutted from her. She grabbed her vagina and held it, kneeling in place, to stop the flow. She held so much more in but now it was slowly slipping from her, a small soft stream wetting her clothes.

She shuffled slowly to her front door, taking such a long time. It was locked. "Oh!" She banged on the door, "SALLY! PLEASE HELLLP!" She whimpered, "Oh I hate her.." to herself.

After several minutes of lightly wetting herself, she settled on half-crouching/half-crawling to the back door. She went in through the back, tried to open the bathroom door immediately to the right. It was locked.

"SALLY I NEED TO PEE! PLEASE OPEN IT!" It was the only bathroom in the house.


"Be quiet or die." She spun quickly and screamed shortly, before being rifled butted. He spin-kicked her ankles and brought her to the ground. She looked up at him and urinated, her tight jeans growing very dark as she cried. "Strip." She quickly obliged and was nude in 3 seconds, rapidly removing her short-sleeved shirt, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, and taking them off in one shove with her panties- all while peeing and without getting up.

Being flat-chested, she wore no bra and was generally self-conscious of her peers quicker development. She was naked except her shoes trapping her pants and underwear at her ankles.

"Get up." He said. She complied, jumping up and sending a stream of urine wildly. "Stop peeing." She concentrated as hard as she could and managed to pause the stream. "To your room." He pushed her down the hall, tripping her over her wet jeans, landing her face into her puddle. She got back up, her piss jutting in burst as she tried to maintain control. She awkwardly shuffled onward as she spanked her, walking at her side.

"Stand on your bed." She climbed on her bed and wet it with her soaking jeans and another squirt. "Step out of your shoes." She untied them and stepped out of her clothes, being completely nude.

He looked up at her spread legs and vagina, then down at the soaked shoes and pants between her feet.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Bend your ass down for me to spank it. If you pee, I will shoot your fucking cunt." She cried and did as he said. On the first slap she jumped up and pissed, some getting on his leather jacket. He liked it.

"NO PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME!"

"Shut up. Pick your panties up and put them in your mouth. Stand with your hands on your head and your legs spread. Just hold in your piss. If you pee, I will torment you." Brian smiled to himself, knowing how much fun he was going to have with her. Her parents didn't get back until midnight and that left several hours of this lovely Sunday to play with her.