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Synopsis:
Kayla is a nervous and shy teenage beauty, who does everything she can to avoid calling attention to herself. When her parents split, for reasons she doesn’t understand, 18-year-old Kayla feels like her life is over. Things just go from bad to worse when her mother introduces Kayla to her very strange new boyfriend, Professor Miles. The Professor has it in her mother’s head that Kayla’s in need of some discipline, turning her already strange home life into an unbearable nightmare.

During her last week of school, a chance meeting with the new girl sets Kayla’s life on a new path. Tiffany is Kayla’s polar opposite. The new girl is bubbly, fun, very sexually curious and extroverted. She’s determined to pull Kayla out of that shy shell and show her beauty off to the world. Kayla, though, struggling with her mother-gone-mad just wants to get away from the Professor’s influence.

At Tiffany’s suggestion, Kayla applies for an introductory position with the parent company of Tiffany’s own employer, the multinational conglomerate DomCo. This massive mega-corporation seems to be involved in just about everything, and the benefits they offer are just what Kayla needs to get out from under her mother’s thumb and really start her life. DomCo, though, has their own plans for Kayla, and when they’re through with her, she won’t even recognize herself.
Chapter One: Kayla's Bad Beginning
The day that Kayla’s real daddy packed away his things and left, she cried harder than she ever had before. The sad teen couldn’t understand why her daddy had to go. Their home always seemed happy, and she could count the times her parents had argued on one hand. Her daddy, tears in his eyes as he hugged her skinny body, tried to tell her that it was going to be alright. He’d still see her. He just wouldn’t live at home anymore.

“Why do you have to go, though?” Kayla asked, her arms clinging to his neck.

“There are things that mom and I just have to work out, honey. You’ll understand someday, when you find the right man for yourself,” her daddy said.

Sadly, her father disentangled himself from his daughter, picked up his suitcase, and walked out the door. Kayla screamed at her mother that she hated her and ran to her room. Locking herself inside, she threw herself on the bed and sobbed into her pillow. She didn’t come out that night.

Chapter Two: Needs
Kayla sat at the table picking at a plate of scrambled eggs, feeling miserable and sorry for herself. Her older brother, Rich, ignored her misery as he read about some stupid football players on his tablet. Why didn’t Rich seem angry at their mother? Why wasn’t he upset that their father left? Her brother was stupid.

Kayla’s mother, Marie, hummed to herself as she slapped a load of bacon onto a plate. She brought the plate, piled high with bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and a pancake to the table and set it in front of Rich. Her plump lips kissed Kayla’s brother on the forehead and she smiled at him adoringly.

“How come I didn’t get any bacon?” Kayla whined, just to have something to complain about.

“Growing boys need a lot of protein,” Marie explained, “but us girls have to be careful. We don’t want you getting all fat and gross, Kayla. You don’t want to be all round like a beach ball, do you?”

“No,” Kayla agreed, and went back to sulking.

Marie put her arm around her daughter.

“I know you’re upset, honey,” she said, “but this is the best thing. When you grow up, you’ll realize that there are certain things in life that mommies and daddies need, and sometimes it takes a long time to learn that who you’re with might not be able to give you those things.”

“What kinds of things?” Kayla asked, “Dad had a good job, he gave us a good house, nice clothes, and he loves us! What more is there?”

Marie frowned, saying, “You just couldn’t understand right now, sweetie. Just finish your breakfast and go to school.”

Marie kissed her on the head, too, and left the room. Kayla wasn’t hungry. She glanced at her brother and noticed that he was watching their mom very intently as she left the kitchen. Kayla followed his gaze, but couldn’t see anything that warranted such a long, hard look.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

“Nothing. Eat your eggs,” Rich said, and went back to reading.

Kayla threw her eggs away. She wasn’t hungry. Instead, she looked at the clock, noted that she had about forty minutes before she needed to leave for school, and decided to go to her room to play with herself and take her mind off the changes in her family.

Up until recently, Kayla had never touched herself with the intention of getting off. A few months ago, though, her friend, Mandy, had slept over one night. With her, Mandy brought a DVD that she’d “borrowed” from her parents’ closet. The video was called “Naughty Schoolgirls,” and it was the first exposure Kayla had to the world of pornography. Mandy had laughed at her friend’s reaction to seeing the DVD, telling her she needed to grow up when Kayla had told her she didn’t want to watch a filthy movie.

Inside, though, she was very curious. Kids at school all talked about sex, but Kayla had just never really thought much about it. Then, her body had begun to change, and a host of new and strange feelings started to creep out when she looked at boys. She always felt dirty, like she shouldn’t have those feelings, but she’d never been able to make them go away.

Blushing, she’d allowed Mandy to put on the DVD, as long as she kept the volume down so her parents wouldn’t hear it. Together, the two girls had soaked in the graphic images and filthy words, and the naughty feelings started to come back. Kayla watched the teens, not much older than herself, as they said dirty things like, “cock, fuck, pussy, ass, cum, and cunt”.

When the men put their cocks into the girls' mouths, vaginas, and asses, Kayla couldn’t look away. All the girls seemed to be having so much fun, especially when they rubbed their vaginas and orgasmed. The two girls giggled with each other throughout the film and Kayla surprised herself when she began to call the girls on the screen dirty sluts and whores. Mandy thought it was funny, too.

After the movie was over, and Mandy was asleep on the floor, Kayla lay awake, feeling flushed. The naughty feelings hadn’t gone away when the movie was over. In fact, they just continued. She couldn’t get the images of the girls cumming out of her mind. As quietly as possible, she put her hand between her legs and felt the wetness in her vagina.

Picturing herself as one of the girls in the movie, Kayla held her breath and began to rub her vagina to see if she could make it cum. It felt so dirty to touch herself like this, with Mandy sleeping so close. In her head, she started calling herself filthy names, like the men in the video did to the girls. She called herself slut, cocksucker, whore, and then the strangest thing happened. As she said the dirty words in her head, her vagina, no her pussy, started to throb, and then it began to spasm. With her mouth clamped shut tightly, Kayla had her first orgasm and decided that it was a wonderful feeling.

Since that day, she’d been playing with herself more often, especially when she was upset. The good feeling from making herself cum was so much better than thinking about the things that bothered her, like her daddy leaving. After she came, though, she always felt a little ashamed, like she’d done something wrong, something that wasn’t normal, something that people only did in dirty movies.

Now, she locked her door and slipped off her nightgown, lying naked on her bed with the big stuffed bear that her father had bought for her years ago. She put her fingers on her pussy. She was already hot and a little wet. As quietly as she could, Kayla began to rub her pussy, then push her fingers into it, rubbed her little clit, fingered herself again. She kept it up until she was just on the edge. She knew it wouldn’t be long. It was right there.

Someone knocked on the door, completely breaking her trance. She heard her mother calling her name, asking why her door was locked.

“I’m just getting dressed,” Kayla called, leaping off the bed and dashing into the closet.

She quickly wrapped a bathrobe around her naked body and went to the door. When she opened it, her mother let herself inside. Marie sat on Kayla’s bed, right in the spot where she’d just been fingering her pussy. Kayla blushed at the thought and tried to hide her face.

“What’s that smell?” Marie asked, sniffing the air.

Kayla shrugged. She didn’t know what to say.

“Honey,” Marie went on, “I just want you to know that what happened with your dad and I, it has nothing to do with you kids, alright? There’s just things that are important to a good relationship that your father couldn’t provide. One of these days, you’re going to understand, but for now you’ll just have to trust me, okay?”

Kayla began to sniffle, saying, “I don’t want to understand! I want dad! I hate you!”

She was crying again. Marie looked at the floor, unsure what to say. She, instead, put her arms around her daughter and held her, letting her cry on her shoulder.

“There, there, honey. Your dad’s not gone forever. You’ll still get to see him. Please don’t hate me.”

Kayla felt stupid. She didn’t really hate her mother. She was just angry.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I don’t really hate you, mom.”

“We can talk later, okay?” Marie said, “You have to get to school, and I need to work.”

Kayla nodded and let her mother go. Marie left her room, looking sad. Kayla sighed and looked at the clock. There was no way she’d be able to make herself cum, now. She went to her closet and dropped her robe. She pulled out a fun, summery, green shirt and a pair of light khaki pants, tossing them on the bed. From her underwear drawer, she pulled out a thick, big, white bra and packed her huge tits into it, feeling embarrassed at how large they were.

People were always staring at her big tits, making her feel silly. None of the other girls at school had breasts as big as hers, so she knew she was a freak. She had to buy DD cup bras, and every time she brought them up to the counter and saw the salespeople’s eyes widen, she wanted to die. Next, she slipped on some matching white panties that completely covered her round ass. Her bottom was always jiggling obscenely when she walked, and she could feel people staring at it. Her mother was right. She didn’t need any bacon.

Finally, she put on her clothes and brushed her silky brown hair. Kayla was very proud of her pretty hair. It was her favorite feature. All the girls were jealous of how fine and smooth her hair was, how shiny it always looked. Lastly, she slipped on a necklace that her daddy gave her a few years ago. It was silver, with a little heart charm. The necklace settled between her big tits. Satisfied, Kayla collected her things for school and left, her pussy still horny to cum.

Chapter Three: The New Girl
As if the day couldn't get any worse, school turned out to be a disaster. Kayla couldn't concentrate on her work, thinking about her parents splitting up all day. She was even more distraught since finals were starting tomorrow. At lunch, she spilled milk all over her pretty top, and it had soaked through her bra. Mrs. Lark, one of the teachers on duty in the cafeteria, saw what had happened. Kindly, she took Kayla to her classroom and loaned her a shirt that she kept as a spare. Unfortunately, Mrs. Lark didn't have big tits like Kayla. Kayla realized her mistake as she hid in the bathroom stall to change.

The shirt barely stretched over her huge melons, and it was white. She sniffled as she realized she couldn't wear her bra until it dried. The tiny shirt, stretched as it was over her tits, also left her flat tummy bare. When Kayla looked at herself in the mirror she didn't know if she could muster up the courage to leave the bathroom. Her nipples were very clearly visible in the tight top with no bra.

As she was trying to decide how to handle the problem, the restroom door banged open, and a girl Kayla had never seen burst into the restroom. The girl had pretty blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She was a little taller than Kayla, which wasn't saying much, and the distraught young girl noticed that the newcomer's tits were very small.

“Oh, hey,” the girl said.

“Um, hi,” Kayla replied, crossing her arms over her big tits.

“Hey, I really like your top,” the girl said pleasantly.

“Oh, thanks. I had to borrow it from a teacher. My shirt got wet.”

Now that she took the time to look, the girl's outfit could hardly even be described as clothes. Her tummy was completely bare, and her tube top was stretched tight across her small tits, drawing anyone's attention to them. She, obviously, didn't wear a bra since her nipples were poking out. She also wore a tiny skirt that barely covered her pussy, showing off her long legs wonderfully, and those legs ended in a pair of 3-inch spiked heels, making her even taller.

“I'm Tiffany,” the girl said, “It's my first day here.”

“I'm Kayla,” Kayla said timidly.

“Why are you hiding your tits?” Tiffany asked, bluntly.

Kayla laughed nervously, “Well, I...my bra got wet, too and... and...”

“People can see your nipples?” Tiffany finished.

Kayla nodded and blushed.

“Well, what's the problem?” Tiffany asked, “I'd kill to have a rack like yours. My fucking apple tits aren't getting any bigger.”

Kayla didn't know what to say to that, so she just looked at the floor.

“Hey, sorry,” Tiffany said, “They really are nice, though. Are they real?”

“Why wouldn't they be?” Kayla asked, surprised by the question.

“Naturally busty. I like it,” Tiffany smiled, “It was nice to meet you, but I really need to get in and get off so I can get to class. Maybe I'll see you around?”

Kayla nodded, not sure she'd just heard Tiffany right. Did she really say she was going to get off? In the school bathroom? Like, she was going to masturbate?

“Yeah, maybe. Um, it was nice to meet you, too,” Kayla said.

She started to go around the other girl, her arms crossed over her chest, face flushed with embarrassment. As she moved around Tiffany, though, the other girl spoke again.

“Could I feel them?” she asked.

Kayla stopped and looked at her with her mouth open in shock.

“I've never felt real ones that big. Do you mind?”

Without even waiting for a reply, Tiffany pushed Kayla's hands away from her chest and groped one of her big tits through her shirt. Kayla froze. She had no idea how to deal with this situation. She'd never had another girl touch her like this. Tiffany's fingers lightly pinched Kayla's nipple, making it even harder and more apparent in the tight shirt.

“God, those feel great,” Tiffany said, “You're making my cunt fucking sloppy as shit, girl. You better get on out of here before I eat you up!”

She grinned lustily at the frightened Kayla, who quickly fled the bathroom. In her haste to flee from her tit-groper, Kayla had forgotten to cover her tits again, and she found herself in the middle of a passing period. Lunch was ending, and the students were heading to their next class. A sea of eyes suddenly turned to stare at her big tits. Realizing her mistake, Kayla quickly covered her tits, and ran down the hall to her locker. She quickly opened it with one hand and pulled her backpack out.

Using the backpack as a shield, she spent the next period feeling stupid, while all the boys tried to catch peeks at her boobs. Unable to focus on junior government studies, Kayla instead tried to ponder what sort of needs her mother had that her father couldn't fulfill. Maybe if she knew, she could help him get back home. She also thought about Tiffany squeezing her tits, and felt naughty, which only made her pussy wet and made her feel worse.

Her next class was chemistry, which she hated. She sat at her lab table, hugging her backpack. The other kids filed noisily into the room, and with them came Tiffany. The blonde girl saw her sitting alone, and her face broke into a friendly smile. Heads turned to follow her as her heels clicked their way over to Kayla's table. Tiffany sat down next to her.

“Hey, cutie,” Tiffany said, “fancy meeting you here! Do you have a lab partner yet?”

“Um, no. There was a girl named Tori. She was nice, but she left yesterday, and didn't come back,” Kayla explained.

“Oh, good. Looks like we can be chem buddies!” Tiffany declared.

“Yeah, sure,” Kayla said.

“I always liked chemistry,” Tiffany went on, “all those elements, mixtures, shit like that. It's really quite fascinating.”

“I hate it.”

“Oh, it's not so bad. I'll bet I can help you, if you want.”

“Really? I guess that would be cool.”

“Well, I owe you for letting me feel your tits.”

Kayla turned red and sunk in her seat, hoping no one else heard. Tiffany just laughed.

“Hey, lighten up, honey,” she said, “you got nothing to be ashamed of.”

Mr. Hart, their chemistry teacher, began to bang his knuckles on his desk, drawing their attention. He went through the homework from the previous evening, which Kayla had forgotten to do because of the commotion in her family. She pulled the blank worksheet from her binder, and Tiffany took it from her to look over.

“Easy,” the blonde girl whispered.

She quickly filled in the blanks on the sheet and passed it back to Kayla, who looked at her in awe.

“Hey, I like chem,” Tiffany said, and winked at her.

Mr. Hart had them open their lab books, and Tiffany took Kayla through the lab like it was second nature. She might be blonde, Kayla thought, but she certainly isn't stupid. Tiffany was really friendly and easy to work with, and as Kayla began to understand the lab work she forgot all about hiding her big tits. She got engrossed in the work, and never really noticed all the boys watching her tits bounce around, her nipples poking through her shirt. It felt good to have a new friend.

When the bell sounded to end the period, Kayla picked up her backpack and squeezed it tight again. Tiffany giggled at her, but didn't comment on it. The two girls walked together into the hall.

“What's your next class?” Tiffany asked.

“Gym,” Kayla answered.

“Oh, hey! Mine, too! Looks like we can be gym buddies, too! Is that cool?”

“Yeah, sure,” Kayla replied, “So, what school did you come from?”

“Lincoln High,” Tiffany replied, as they walked toward the gym, “My parents split up and my dad and I moved over here. It kinda sucked, since it was right at the end of the year, but this place isn't so bad. At least I have a new friend, right?”

“Yeah, sure!” Kayla said.

She didn't have many friends, being so shy and nervous all the time. Mandy was really her only one.

“My parents just split up, too,” Kayla explained, “My dad had to leave. I don't really know why.”

“That's tough,” Tiffany commiserated, “My mom was a cunt, though, so I guess it's better this way. My dad's super cool now that she's gone.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Tiffany laughed, “You got nothing to be sorry for. Life's a shit sandwich, and sometimes you just gotta eat it.”

That made Kayla laugh. She was really glad that Tiffany was so nice. The two girls walked into the locker room to dress out for gym. Kayla always hated this part, taking her clothes off in front of the other girls. It would be even worse today, since she didn't have her bra on to hide her big melons.

The cacophony of teenage girl banter, giggling, and teasing echoed off the walls of the locker room. Kayla went to her locker in the far corner of the room with Tiffany behind her. She put in the combination on her lock and pulled out her gym shirt and shorts.

“Do you mind if I put my clothes in your locker?” Tiffany asked, “I don't have a lock yet.”

“Sure.”

Tiffany pulled her gym clothes out of her bag and stripped off her tiny clothes like it was nothing to get naked in front of other girls. Kayla wished she was half as confident. She tried not to look at the other girl's body, but she surreptitiously watched her from the corner of her eye as she quickly pulled her own pants off.

Tiffany's body was lean and hard. Her small tits were firm and prominent, her ass small and round, not like Kayla's big bubble butt. She also kept her pussy shaved smooth. Tiffany, totally naked, stretched and sighed as her muscles popped. She cocked her hip and watched Kayla expectantly as her new friend quickly pulled her gym shorts over her round behind.

“I'd love to see what they look like,” Tiffany grinned.

“Huh?”

“Those big, gorgeous tits of yours.”

Kayla blushed and looked away.

“Oh, honey,” Tiffany said, “Don't get embarrassed. Okay, I won't look.”

Tiffany turned around, still standing there naked. Kayla quickly pulled off her shirt and replaced it with her gym shirt. The stupid gym shirt also wasn't designed for girls with big tits, and though it covered her belly, it stretched tightly across her boobs. Tiffany turned back around, and began to put on her own gym clothes.

“Wow,” Tiffany exclaimed, “even these shit clothes can't hide that body of yours. Your boyfriend must be a happy guy,” she winked slyly.

“I don't have a boyfriend,” Kayla said quietly.

“Oh, well, I'm surprised. I figured the boys would be throwing themselves at your feet!”

Kayla shook her head, her cheeks reddening. A few boys had tried to ask her out, but she got so nervous talking to them that no one ever asked her on a second date.

“Girl, you are ridiculously cute,” Tiffany laughed, “but we need to get your confidence up.”

She slapped her shoulder playfully, wrapped her blonde hair up in a ponytail. The two girls followed the crowd into the gym, where Mr. Larkin told them they were going out on the track today. A chorus of groans went up from most of the girls, except for one in particular who smiled smugly. Her name was Stephanie, and she was on the track team.

Stephanie always beat the whole class, except for her twin sister, Tori. Kayla sighed as the girls filed out the gym doors onto the track. Stephanie noted Kayla's downtrodden appearance and dropped back next to her. She was always nice to Kayla, but they weren't really friends.

“Why so glum, Kayla?” Stephanie asked.

“Hey, Steph. Just having a bad day. Where's your sister?”

She thought she saw a look of glee cross Stephanie's face for just a second, but it happened so fast that she was probably wrong.

“She's out sick,” Stephanie answered, “I'm sure she'll be back in time for finals.”

“Oh, Stephanie,” Kayla said, “This is Tiffany. It's her first day.”

Stephanie nodded to the new girl.

“Stephanie Hamlin,” she said, “Where'd you come from?”

“Lincoln High,” Tiffany said, “just started today.”

“Cool. Do you like to run?”

“Not really. I played volleyball, mostly.”

“Awesome,” Stephanie said with a big smile, “well I'll catch you guys later.”

Stephanie broke into a run and hit the track hard, blowing past the other girls like she had something to prove.

“Nice girl,” Tiffany said, “Nice tits. Not as big as yours, but nice.”

Kayla sighed and started to jog with Tiffany, her big tits bouncing around in her shirt. By the end of the run, Kayla was sweaty and hot. Flushed with exertion, she followed Tiffany into the locker room. Fortunately, they didn't have communal showers. Rather, the small stalls had a curtain that they could hide behind, which suited Kayla just fine.

She found Tiffany, hair wet, standing naked by her locker. Kayla, wrapped in a big towel, joined her and quickly changed back into her clothes. The two girls had to split up for their next class, but Tiffany gave Kayla her number, and said she should call her some time. Kayla, her backpack pressed against her chest again, went to her last class.

Chapter Four: The Professor
When Kayla arrived home in the afternoon, she was surprised to find her mother sitting on the couch with a man she had never seen before. The stranger wore a small pair of spectacles, had dark brown hair, and big, wide shoulders.

“This is Professor Miles,” Marie introduced the man.

Kayla, quite surprised, timidly shook the man's hand. It was just then that her mother noticed the tiny shirt Kayla was wearing, and her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“Kayla,” Marie exclaimed, “What on earth are you wearing?”

“It's... I... well...”

“I don't even want to hear your excuses, young lady! That is so inappropriate! And in front of a guest in our home? You should be ashamed!”

“But I－”

“Hush!” Marie shouted, “Is this your way of acting out because you're upset with me? I can't believe you!”

“No!” Kayla cried.

Before she knew what was happening, her mother was pulling her over her knee, and then pulling her pants down in front of the strange man. She did it with such haste, that she pulled Kayla's underwear down with her pants, exposing the confused girl's ass and hairy pussy to the professor. She felt the sting of her mother's hand against her bare bottom, and started to cry, more from embarrassment than the pain, though it did hurt. Why wouldn't her mother just let her explain?

“You need to learn some respect for yourself, young lady,” Marie said, and slapped her bottom again, “Maybe we need to bring some discipline back into this house. I won't have you going around looking like a tramp.”

Kayla bawled as Marie spanked her again, leaving a big red handprint on her ass. After the fifth hard whack, Marie stood her up.

“Now, go up to your room and change into something decent! And tell Professor Miles that you're sorry for dressing like a slut in front of him.”

“I'm...I'm sorry for dressing like a slut, sir,” Kayla choked, and then ran out of the room, pulling her pants up.

“I'm so sorry about that,” Marie was saying as Kayla fled.

Kayla, so confused, shut herself in her room. Her ass hurt, and she didn't want to sit down. She couldn't believe her mother had just spanked her naked bottom in front of a stranger! Who spanks an 18-year-old? She wiped at her tears, humiliated. Professor Miles had seen her naked ass and pussy! It was awful!

Kayla quickly stripped off the stupid shirt and threw it on the bed. She took a new bra from her drawer, packed her big tits into it, and put on the baggiest t-shirt she could find in her closet. She also changed into some baggy sweatpants, and then lay on her bed with her face in her pillow and tried to get hold of her tears. At some point, she must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew her mother was knocking on her door. Marie let herself in and sat on the edge of the bed. She shook Kayla awake and looked down on her grimly.

“Mom?”

“Honey, you just hush and let me talk. I don't want to hear any backtalk, understand?”

Kayla nodded her head submissively.

“Now, Professor Miles is a friend from work, and I'm going to be spending more time with him,” Marie explained, “I'm sorry I had to spank you in front of him, but I had to show that I know how to keep discipline in my home.”

Kayla nodded her head, but she didn't really agree.

“Professor Miles is a doctor of psychology at the university, and after you left, we had a talk about everything that's been going on. We think that you're probably just acting out because you're having a hard time accepting my separation from your father, but that's no excuse to go around dressing like some kind of stripper!”

“But, mom I－”

“Quiet! Kayla, Professor Miles is a brilliant man, and he shared some ideas with me that we're going to try. You have to learn to keep yourself in line, and I'm not going to tolerate any kind of silly childish antics from you. You're a legal adult, and that means you have to grow up! Now, since you obviously don't value your bras, Professor Miles thinks that I should take them away from you for a while, to teach you just how valuable they are.”

Marie went to her underwear drawer and began to gather all of Kayla's bras in a bundle.

“No, mom! Please, I do value them. I'm not a bad girl!”

“I don't want to hear another word, Kayla!” Marie snapped.

Why was her mother being so unreasonable? Her dad would have listened to her.

“I spilled milk -”

“Not another word!” Marie shouted.

She gathered up the rest of Kayla's bras and stalked out of the room with them. Kayla felt tears stinging her eyes again. How was she supposed to go around all day with no bra? It would be terrible and humiliating! If her mom would just listen for one minute she'd know that it wasn't intentional. Kayla was so upset, and she needed to do something to feel better.

She hadn't been able to make herself cum that morning, so maybe she could masturbate and take her mind off of the awful day she'd had. She closed her door and wiped at the tears in her eyes. Pushing all of the bad thoughts away, she instead began to think about the naughty movie Mandy brought over, and soon her hand was in her pussy as she huddled under her blanket.

Kayla rubbed at her clit, feeling the hot sensations running through her body. Her breathing became ragged, and at last she was cumming on her fingers, squealing with joy as her orgasm flooded though her. Through half-lidded eyes, she saw her mother standing in her doorway, her mouth hanging open in shock.

“Kayla! What on earth is going on! Are you masturbating, and after I just got done telling you to stop acting like a slut? I cannot believe you! You stay in this room and go to bed without dinner tonight. I don't even want to look at you!”

Marie slammed her door, and she could hear her angry footsteps as they receded down the hall. All the good feelings from her orgasm were gone, and instead she was crying again. Why hadn't she locked the door? She couldn't believe her mother had just seen her masturbating. Could her day possibly get any worse?

Chapter Five: The Prank
Kayla woke up the next morning with a sense of trepidation. She cautiously peeked into the hallway, afraid of encountering her mother. There was no one around. She crept down the hall and took her shower, then hurried back to her room and put on the frumpiest, baggiest clothes she could find. She put a spare change of clothes into her backpack today, just in case.

Fearful, Kayla crept down the stairs with her stomach rumbling. She hadn't eaten anything since the tragic lunch the day before and needed to put something in her belly. She poked her head into the kitchen, and saw her mother and brother at the table eating. Marie saw her, frowned. Kayla couldn't be sure, but it looked like her mother quickly pulled her hand from Rich's lap. She was probably just imagining it.

“Come in and get yourself something to eat, Kayla,” Marie said, “You need to get your brain ready for your finals. I want to see good grades coming home.”

Kayla nodded and, hanging her head, put some of her mother's breakfast casserole on a plate. She took it to the table, and ate in silence under her mother's disapproving glare. She finished as quickly as she could, eager to get out of the house. When she put her plate in the sink, and tried to rush out of the kitchen, Marie stopped her.

“Wait just a minute, young lady,” her mother said, “I want to make sure you didn't sneak one of your bras away. Lift up your shirt.”

Kayla was mortified. Her mother wanted her to show her boobs to her? In front of her brother? Rich's attention was focused on her now, and he looked on expectantly.

“Here? Now?”

Marie nodded.

Kayla flushed with humiliation, but tugged her shirt up quickly, and just as quickly put it back down. Her brother had just seen her big tits, and it was awful!

“Good,” Marie said, “Now, off you go.”

Kayla ran from the room and out the door. In her car, she tried to get a hold of herself. She wouldn't cry! She breathed deeply, and after a moment she was under control again. She started her car and drove to school feeling terrible.

Tiffany was waiting for her at her locker with a friendly smile. That made Kayla feel better. Her new friend took in her frumpy clothes, and looked at her questioningly.

“Don't ask,” Kayla said.

Tiffany shrugged.

“You ready for lab finals today, chem buddy?” Tiffany asked as Kayla pulled her first period books from her locker.

“I guess, so.”

“Don't worry. I'll make sure we ace it,” Tiffany said confidently.

She saw the sad look on Kayla's face and gave her a hug.

“Oh, cheer up you frump,” Tiffany said, “Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. You can't let it ruin your whole day.”

Kayla didn't want to cry in the hallway, and struggled with herself. Tiffany was right. She really needed to feel better. Her mother was expecting good grades, but Kayla knew she hadn't had the best year. She was behind in her history class, and it was going to be an uphill battle to pass. She was probably going to have summer school. She didn't want to think about what her mother might say.

She split up with Tiffany and went to her math class. The math final wasn't really difficult. She could handle math. It was just numbers. She felt good about the test. Her second period was study hall, and she spent it napping on her desk. By third period, she felt better, even though it was strange having her tits bouncing around as she walked. Thankfully, the big shirt hid them and no one could see her nipples today.

At lunch, she sat with Tiffany and Mandy. Mandy looked very sad, though.

“What's the matter?” Kayla asked.

“My parents are making me transfer schools after finals,” Mandy explained.

“Transfer? Why?” Kayla asked, aghast.

“My dad got a new job,” Mandy explained, “and it's across the county, so I have to start a new school next year.”

Kayla felt herself getting upset again. Her only real friend was leaving, her dad was gone, her mother had gone crazy. Why did it all have to happen at once?

“Oh, Mandy,” Kayla said, “I'm going to miss you so much!”

She hugged her friend and fought against crying. Tiffany watched the two girls wordlessly, feeling awkward.

“Well, at least you'll have Tiffany,” Mandy said, “I'll bet she'll be a good friend.”

“The best,” Tiffany said, dryly.

“You'll still call, right?” Kayla asked, “and talk to me on Facebook?”

“Of course,” Mandy assured her, “I'll still come see you, too. I won't be all that far.”

That made Kayla feel better. At least Mandy wasn't moving across the country, or something. Thankfully, Kayla made it through lunch without incident. She parted ways with Mandy and walked beside Tiffany toward her next class.

“Hey, I'm gonna stop in the bathroom and get off before next period,” Tiffany said bluntly.

“You mean, like, you're going to masturbate? In school?” Kayla said quietly.

“Well, yeah. I always get horned up after lunch. If I don't do it, I'll just be fucking antsy all day. Why?”

“It's just, well, I guess I never thought people did that outside their room,” Kayla said, blushing.

Tiffany laughed, “You're too cute, Kayla. I just do it wherever I can. It's not a big deal. You're just fingering your twat. You wanna come?”

Kayla shook her head. How did someone ask that question?

“Whatever. I'll see you in Chem,” Tiffany said, and ducked into the bathroom.

Kayla sighed and went to take the first part of her government test. She struggled with this one, but felt confident that she had, at least, passed it. She, then, went on to chemistry, where Tiffany was already waiting at their lab table. Her blonde friend made no attempt to cover her bare pussy, which was quite visible under yet another short skirt. Several of the boys had noticed and were whispering about it.

“Your, um, vagina is showing,” Kayla said quietly to her friend.

“Yeah, I'll bet all the horndogs are wondering how it tastes and how tight it is,” Tiffany said with a wink.

Kayla blushed, saying, “You're so dirty!”

Tiffany just laughed, “Yeah, I guess I am.”

Mr. Hart called the class to order and passed around the lab assignment for the final. Lab partners would be sharing a portion of the grade, he explained, and that made Kayla feel better. Tiffany was so good at chemistry. Her friend made it all look easy, and when they were done Kayla was sure that it had gone great. Mr. Hart even stopped by to give them an approving nod. Kayla thought he stayed a little longer than necessary, in order to look down Tiffany's shirt, which wasn't much of a shirt at all.

“I think Mr. Hart looked down your shirt,” Kayla said, as they walked toward the gym.

“Oh, he did. I saw him. Probably thinking about sucking my nipples. I'll bet he liked getting a look at yours yesterday, too,” Tiffany said with a giggle, which made Kayla blush, “He's probably imagining us lezzing off together right now.”

Kayla went even redder as she thought about how naughty her friend was. She could just say the filthiest things without getting embarrassed. Kayla wished she had half of her self-confidence. Maybe she'd be able to stand up to her mom.

“You're so freakin' cute when you're embarrassed, Kayla,” Tiffany said, and slapped her shoulder.

“Well, I must be cute a lot then, because I'm always embarrassed,” she said softly.

“Well, you just pal around with Tiffany, then, and we'll get you over it. I don't even know where half the shit I say comes from.”

The two girls changed into their gym clothes and filed out into the gym. Today was the physical half of the test, and a written portion would follow tomorrow. The girls all went through a series of exercises, a timed run, and at the end of it the teacher gave them all high marks for effort. There was really no way to fail, unless they just hadn't even tried.

The big surprise came as the girls went back to the locker room. All of the lockers were open, the locks cut with bolt cutters. Everyone's underwear had been stolen! The girls all complained, except for Tiffany, who didn't wear any underwear. Kayla couldn't believe the luck. Not only did she have to go braless, but now her panties were gone, too! The angry girls showered off and got dressed without their panties. Somewhere, some boy was getting a good laugh.

At the end of the day, Kayla drove home feeling stupid and afraid. She hoped that Professor Miles wouldn't be here today, and that she could sneak into the house and up to her room without confronting her mother. However, it was not to be. As soon as she came in the door, her mother was calling her into the living room. Professor Miles was there again, as was Rich.

“Lift up your shirt, Kayla,” Marie ordered.

“Here?” Kayla squeaked.

“Oh, they're grown men, Kayla. They've seen boobs before.”

With tears in her eyes, Kayla quickly pulled her shirt up, and then back down.

“Good,” Marie said, “but we have something else to talk about.”

Her mother set a DVD on the table. The DVD that Mandy had brought over, and must have forgotten to take home.
“I found this in your room today,” Marie said, her face angry, “Would you care to explain?”

Kayla was horrified. There was no way her mother would believe it wasn't hers.

“It's not mine,” Kayla blurted, anyway.

Marie sighed.

“I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but obviously you've got some kind of wild streak in you that's getting out of hand.”

Her mother tugged her arm and bent her over her knee, pulling her baggy pants down. Kayla cried, knowing what was coming, and dreading it.

“What is this?” Marie cried, “Are you serious, Kayla? You're not wearing panties, now?”

“I can explain!” Kayla cried but stopped as her mother's hand slapped her bare bottom.

She could only imagine how good a look at her exposed ass and pussy Professor Miles and her brother were getting. Kayla wailed in humiliation as her mother smacked her backside over and over.

“You are going to learn your lesson, young lady,” Marie shouted, “I cannot believe how you're acting! You get to your room, and don't come out until I tell you. I'll have to figure out what to do with you!”

She gave Kayla one last, hard spanking, and then let her up. Crying, the frightened teen pulled up her pants and ran up the stairs with her ass stinging. It wasn't fair! Her mother just wouldn't listen, and now she thought she was acting like a slut! Her dad would let her explain, if only he was here. She threw herself on the bed and cried at the unfairness of it all.

Before long, her mother came into her room without knocking. Without a word, she opened Kayla's drawers and gathered up all her panties, then left the room. Kayla didn't need an explanation. She was, of course, going to show her the value of wearing panties like a good girl. A few moments later, her mother came back. She sat on her bed again, and stroked her hair.

“Kayla,” Marie said, “I'm not sure what you think you're accomplishing by acting like this, but Professor Miles and I have been talking, and I'm going to be implementing some new rules around here. First, when you leave in the morning, you're going to show me that you're not sneaking your underwear back. You're going to learn that good girls value their underwear, and if you can't see that then you don't deserve it. I'm also going to check you when you get home. If I see that you've been breaking the rules, you're going to get spanked like a child every time.”

“But－”

“Hush! Second, I'm going to have Professor Miles meet with you to talk about your problems. You are to follow his guidance, or we're going to have to punish you some other way, too. Third, the professor is going to be moving in. He and I are dating now, and you'll need to show him respect. Do you understand?”

This was all too much! What in the world was happening? The Professor was going to live with them? Her mother was dating? She'd just separated two days ago! It was ridiculous! And meetings with him? He was going to talk with her about her problems? She cried even harder as it all started to sink in.

“Now, I'm going to bring your dinner up to you, but you are grounded until the weekend, young lady. After you eat dinner, the Professor will be up to talk to you, and I expect you to be pleasant. Is that clear?”

Kayla nodded her head, reluctantly. Her mother left the room and closed her door. Kayla fell into a fitful nap, but awoke when Marie came back with her dinner. She ate it like a robot, not really tasting it at all as she struggled to cope with all the awful things happening to her. Her bottom was also sore, and it hurt to sit down.

Soon after she was finished with her dinner, there was a light knock on the door. She called for them to come in, and was faced with Professor Miles' grim and imposing presence. The professor pulled the chair from her computer desk and sat across from her.

“Hello, Kayla,” he said kindly.

Kayla didn't say anything. This was stupid. She didn't need a psychologist. She needed her mother to listen, and her dad to come home. She needed her underwear back, and for life to be normal again.

“Kayla,” the Professor went on, “I realize that things are very difficult right now, with your parents' separation. My parents split up, too, when I was young. I know it's traumatic, but you have to believe that life will go on.”

“I don't care!” Kayla snapped angrily, “I don't care about your parents, and I don't want you to live with us! I want my dad back!”

The Professor nodded knowingly, and said, “There are many things we wish for, dear. Part of growing up, though, is learning to deal with the difficult situations we find ourselves in, and to do so in a constructive manner. Your mother is very concerned about your behavior.”

“I don't have any behavior,” Kayla complained, “she just won't listen to me!”

“What would you say, if she would listen?”

That stopped her. What did she want to say?

“I guess I'd tell her what really happened,” Kayla said, “That I didn't take my bra and panties off like she thinks I did. I spilled milk on my shirt and bra, and I had to borrow one from a teacher, but they were too small. Then, today, some boys broke into our lockers during gym class and stole our underwear! It's not like I wanted to walk around without them!”

“Did it make you upset to have to walk around without underwear, or did it make you feel excited?”

What kind of question was that? Of course, it made her upset! It also had made her feel a little naughty, but that was none of his business.

“It made me upset,” Kayla said, “not excited.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes!”

“Kayla, when your mother disciplined you,” the Professor said, “I took note that you seemed aroused by it. Was that the case?”

Kayla flushed. She had been wet when it happened, but it was because of how naughty she felt with no panties, not because she was going to get spanked in front of her brother and a strange man. Wasn't it?

“No, that's not true!” Kayla shot back.

“Kayla, you'll have to be honest with me, if we want this to work. I know that you don't want to talk to me, but if you refuse to be honest, then it's going to take much longer, and that means we'll be talking a lot more. You don't want that, do you?”

She didn't want that. She wanted him to leave her alone. She shook her head.

“Good. Now, tell me the truth. Were you aroused?”

“A little bit.”

“What aroused you, Kayla. Was it the fact that you knew your mother was going to make you show her you weren't wearing a bra? Or was it the fact that you weren't wearing any underwear?

“I guess...that I wasn't wearing any.”

She wanted to die from admitting it.

“Thank you, dear,” the Professor said, “And why did it arouse you?”

“Because I knew that it was naughty.”

“It was naughty. Sometimes, the naughty things make us feel good for a while, don't they?”

“I guess.”

This was stupid. She couldn't believe he was making her say such embarrassing things.

“Why did you have the DVD, Kayla?”

“It wasn't mine. It was my friend's.”

“Did you watch it, though?”

Kayla nodded.

“And did it arouse you, too?”

“Yes.”

“Did you masturbate while you watched it.”

She looked at the floor but couldn't bring herself to say it.

“It's alright, I can tell that you did. Masturbation is very normal, Kayla. Everyone does it at some point, so it isn't strange. But sometimes, if we do it too often, it can be detrimental. How often do you masturbate, Kayla?”

“That's none of your business!” she shouted, angry that he kept probing her.

“Settle down, dear. It's a clinical question. I'm not trying to insert myself into your business, but if I'm going to help you, I have to understand what you're going through. Now, how often?”

“Not very much. A few times a week.”

“That's very normal, thank you. Do you do it when you're upset?”

She nodded.

“So, it's an outlet for you, is that right? It feels good when other things don't?”

She nodded again.

“And how often do you watch pornography when you masturbate?”

“I only watched it the one time!”

“Thank you for being honest, Kayla,” the Professor said, “Are you a virgin?”

Kayla nodded, her face flushed. She didn't like these questions.

“Well, I think that's all we need to talk about tonight, alright? I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable, but I think you'll find it easier to talk as time goes on. Thank you, again, for being so open with me.”

He left her alone and embarrassed, not sure what to think. She hated the fact that she'd had to talk to him at all, but some of what he'd said had helped. It was normal for her to masturbate. She wasn't really a freak for doing it. That was good to know. And he had been right, she knew, that she'd been aroused when her mother had spanked her. It wasn't because she knew she'd be getting spanked, but it had felt naughty to go around without her underwear, even though it was also embarrassing.

She decided to take another shower and clear her head. Maybe, she'd even masturbate in the shower, so that her mom couldn't suddenly barge in. She'd feel better if she got to cum. And cum she did, as the hot water flowed across her body. She tried to stay quiet about it, in case anyone might hear. This time, she came thinking of her brother and Miles seeing her exposed pussy and felt confused about why that turned her on.

As she went down the hall, past her mother's room, the sounds from within caught her ear and she paused outside the door. The door was open, just a crack, and she could see inside. What she saw and heard made her angry and even more confused.

Her mother and the Professor were naked on the bed, and her mom was sucking on the Professor's cock! The sound of wet slurping was noisy as Marie suckled his penis lovingly, like one of the girls in the porno movie. The sight was awful, and it broke her heart, but she couldn't look away. The Professor's cock was very large, Kayla thought, though she didn't really have much to compare it to. The penises in the movie were all big, but the Professor's was even bigger. Her mother's lips were stretched obscenely around it as she tried to fit it into her mouth.

“You're such a good cocksucker,” Miles was saying, “we're going to get it all into your throat soon.”

Marie just moaned around his big shaft as she sucked at it and stroked it with her hand.

“I'm going to cum, baby,” he said, “do you think you can swallow it all this time?”

“Mmmhmm!”

The Professor bucked his hips into her mother's mouth, and then groaned loudly as his sperm shot into Marie's sucking hole. Her mother moaned happily as she drank it, her throat working to swallow it all. She pulled her mouth from his slick cock with a satisfied smile.

“God, you're so fucking big,” Marie said, “I can't wait to get you back in my pussy.”

The Professor laughed as Marie pumped his cock with her hand. It was still hard.

“Why don't you climb up on it, then?” he said.

Marie, looking excited, straddled his big dick and put it against her pussy. Kayla found herself getting wet again, and then she was feeling her pussy under her nightgown. Marie sank slowly down onto the big cock between her legs with a happy moan, and Kayla could only watch in awe as the big cock disappeared into her mother.

“Oooooh, fuck!” Marie gasped, “You're so much bigger than my husband.”

Kayla felt like she'd been stabbed, hearing her mother say such an awful thing.

“You love my cock, don't you,” the Professor said, “He could never fuck you like this, could he?”

“Ooooh, no! You fuck me so good,” Marie said, and started to bounce up and down on his thick tool, “It's so good!”

While her mother fucked herself on Miles' cock, he groped her tits. Kayla rubbed at her young, confused pussy, growing more excited. The Professor looked her way, and smiled, then started to thrust his dick up into Marie's quivering cunt, watching Kayla as he did it. Kayla gasped quietly and ran away to her room. She was sure that he saw her watching, and she felt so naughty. It was dirty, what she'd done, but she had to masturbate again. She locked her door, got under the covers, and quickly brought herself off to a wonderful orgasm. After a while, she fell asleep to the sounds of her mother moaning about how good the Professor's cock felt, echoing down the hall.

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