PART FOUR:

That night, I slept at the foot of my OWN bed, with no sheets. Rusty (which is a girl dog, if I hadn't mentioned it before), got to sleep on my feather-down pillows. Normally I keep her off the bed, because she stinks and has fleas but tonight, I was just happy to be allowed to get back in my room. I was told before getting back to my room, that all my stuff was now 'family stuff' and to leave everything the way it was until someone came in and took it all. I nearly cried. I spent the last three summers working hard to buy most of the furnishings and pretty things as well as my nice CD collection Dad planned to sell a lot of it off at a Garage sale to pay for the damages I had done, and what he had to PAY doctor Bob for my 'treatment'. I couldn't believe that pervert CHARGED money to tell him to put M&M's up me.

Drifting off to sleep, hoping that it was all a bad dream and knowing from the way I felt, that it was not.

I was awakened in a few hours with a glass of water poured down my nude back. Mom, Dad, Tina and Scottie were there. Of course my asshole brother Scottie was doing the pouring. I hoped it was water. I flinched, and he laughed. The water dripped onto my carpet, and my dad just stood there arms folded "She's going to have to pay for that ."

My mom, had read all the stuff I signed last night, and the boys had showed the photo's. From what I saw they had selected ones that some how looked like I enjoyed the posing. I think my dad had told her that at first it was my idea. How she could come to believe it, well I suppose that my actions the last few days, drinking and what not she didn't know what to believe. She looked mad.

The fact Tina was here, was proof that this was really real. She was laughing and standing back, but Dad held her head in his hand, and forced her to take a look at me. I had fallen asleep in the position 'Master Scottie' had told me to lie in when Dad sent me to bed. It was uncomfortable, but as tired as I was it wasn't impossible. I was on my knees, with my chest pressed into the bed, so that my heiney rested on my calves. I put my head down on my bed, and had passed out.

An M&M dropped out of me, as I started to stand up, and my mom's jaw dropped open. "Well, your father was right.I never taught you to be like this but if you want it like this, you got it." She resigned herself to go downstairs and brought the giggling Tina with her.

My Dad warned me that Tina would be punished if I ever decided not to go along with the punishment after they left. I knew that even though Tina had laughed at me, she wasn't emotionally able to understand all this, and I felt sorry for her. I secretly wondered if it would be better her than me. My body ached from sleeping like this, and the things they had made me do the night before and my dad could tell. "Hell Girl, wait till tomorrow night if you thought last night was rough! Now get downstairs and get breakfast ready, your mom and Tina are laying out your clothes"

So I started my day like I would every morning from now on, at 5am. Totally nude. Dad told me that he had prepared a place for me on some newspaper in the garage, but I didn't believe him. He said the hard dirty floor would be too cold for his 'preshus-weshus', and that tonight I would sleep there from now on. Scottie didn't remind him that sleeping nude on there would imprint my entire body with ink from the freaking newspaper.

I would come to learn having the classifieds imprinted on your ass is pretty embarrassing. I think Dad planned on doing some reading when I was on the perch. He said he might rent out my room to some Mexican guy he knew, apparently he trained birds or something.

I wasn't used to functioning this early in the morning, and I blearily made my way to the kitchen, where mom had laid out my clothes on the kitchen table. A note said tomorrow to check that they might be 'warming in the stove, or frosting in the freezer'. The clothes also had a little sticky note that said I shouldn't put them on till after everything is done before school and I have permission.

I wasn't very good at cooking, and somehow I was expected to make this big breakfast. I poked my head out of the kitchen and asked for an apron, because they wanted me to cook sausage, and the splattering of the grease would probably pop up and sting my budding boobs. (Well I didn't say budding I just asked for the apron). I did not say "boobs" out loud or anything, as I mentioned I was forbidden to refer to them as anything other than "boobies" and at the moment I had not come to grips with this vocabulary.

Dad screamed at me that he'd shove an apron up my ass if I didn't get back in there and cook the 'god-damned breakfast'. I believed he was being literal about it. Just like I thought, I burnt myself, but not that badly. When I brought everything out, they complained, but I didn't say a word. I couldn't remember what he wanted me to do after the food was prepared , so I stood there covering my privates with my hands, and waiting to see if I could eat.

I had set myself a plate just in case he was going to be nice. I normally skipped breakfast, of course back when I got up about 7am, which I considered early, got dressed and skated out the door. Now I was doing all this work, I was even sweaty, and I was pretty hungry.

Just like he promised, I ended up on my elbows and knees, with my legs parted wide open, and my heined-end pointed towards them. I was reminded once again that having pretend vanity about trying to cover my nudity was strictly forbidden with a slap to the "boobies" and my face pointed to the TV.

I accidentally said "Ouch my tit!" and realized I had cussed.

Scottie reminded Dad about my vocabulary like a dutiful son, and now I was required to look at the list of vocabulary words reading out loud very slowly the words 10 times each.

"Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby

Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi"

I felt a foot, more like a toe prod each part of me for each time I said it. I was afraid to even guess whose toe it was.

"Bootie, Bootie" now a foot was jiggling my bruised butt cheeks while I read them out loud, staring down at the food I was not yet allowed to eat all crammed into a small bowl. "Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie, Bootie"

My mouth would be called simply "Hole", and so I was saying "Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole, Hole".

After I finished my body parts, I went through potty, doodie, poot, and doo-doo ten times. For those I just heard laughter from Scotty who was egging Tina to giggle as well. She obliged each time she heard her older sister say "Doo-Doo".

I watched the boring newsman drone on about every day lives, and secretly wondered if I'd ever be 'everyday' or 'normal' again. My mom Coughed abruptly when I first assumed this ridiculous position, fully exposed. I could tell my Dad had explained some acceptable version of this story to her, because there I was. I was actually doing it and she was allowing it.

Our front room faces the sliding-glass door to the fenced in backyard, and conveniently the curtains were pulled open, so I could also see the morning dew on the grass outside. When my dad caught me looking away from the TV he stammered and told me to look forward or I'd end up outside.

With breakfast over I was given permission get up off the floor and clean up, I hurried up and scraped the dishes together into a bowl (based on their instructions), and they told me to eat what was left over. I really lost my appetite. I tried to lap up some oatmeal gingerly and pieces of sausauage. My dad told me that he was going to make me 'wear this shit' If I let it go to waste.

I could tell his heart wasn't in it, and sure enough they let me up after a little while of rubbing my nose in a half-eaten donut. However, there I was on all fours and eating like a dog with no hands, I am sure Scottie would probably rub a booger or something into his oatmeal so I had put his food at the very bottom of my bowl.

After I had eaten most of the food, they sent me outside on the wet lawn, totally barefoot in the backyard to "piddle". My father walked me over to the BBQ pit and had me squat down, and told me that when he thought I earned it, I could use 'newspaper' in the house, until then he'd make me go out here every day. Our yard was fenced thank god, but our neighbors could probably see me if they had known to look. In a very weird way, I got an adrenalin rush from being out here on this cold misty morning. I was starting to get over my fear. My dad saw that, and jerked me up. "No wipe" was his only explanation.

Good thing I hadn't made a "doo-doo". I made a mental note to try to control my facial expressions better. I guess I wear my heart on my sleeve. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't enjoying this. It's just my life had been pretty boring up to this point, and this was a real turning point. Total culture shock! It was all new then.

He walked me into the house, and I was told to put on the ridiculous 80's outfit my mom had dug up for me. It made me look like a Jerry-Springer Trailer park reject. Then Tina planted some Barbie glitter make up on my face and stuff It was a big thrill to paint up big sister, since she didn't get to wear her play make up herself. My mom told me that I had no panties and bra's In my drawers and that she hadn't believed my father when I had told him I gave them all away. I was too ascared to tell her the truth, that Scottie had probably took them out that very night.

Dad added the finishing touch himself, he lifted my skirt and wrote "Whore" in mascara across my asscheek. He insisted that if I didn't let all the girls see when I took a shower, and if Scottie said he hadn't heard a rumor about it at school, that he'd get it tattooed on my heiney forever.

He reminded me this was one of the last times I'd be "allowed" to be naked for breakfast, that if there was more time he'd "have someone paint my asshole and nipples (his words) with lipstick and nail polish so that I was partially covered and that soon the bush would be gone!"

I just stood there, shivering They gave me some ridiculous 3 inch pumps, I had no idea how to wear them. Nothing matched, and I had to sort of waddle and scuffle in order to stand in them.

"Alright, here's your bus. Remember Scotty is your MASTER at school.and you fuck up, and you'll PAY FOR IT! Come right home after school" as I hurried for the bus, it was a real chore to keep the ridiculous orange skirt from flying up. It had some sort of elastic material that made it flair out, and it also bounced when you ran. I don't know what they were thinking in the 80's, but obviously you would have to wear hose with a skirt like this.unless of course you were on punishment/therapy, like me.

Scottie sat painfully close to me, he made me sit away from my girlfriends at the back of the bus with his geek-boy buddies, and told them that from now on, "Sis was his to command!" they didn't believe him. I was very hesitant to let these nerdboys slobber all over me. I really thought I'd prefer whatever my father would do to me for not listening to him at school. He was so pathetically juvenile.

He was actually pretty clever though. I think he realized I wasn't about to just start sucking cocks in the bus. So he started small, first he showed my polaroids, then he made me show I had nothing under my skirt. Slowly it was whispered like a chain reaction from the back of the bus to the front, and before long people were looking back at me. I was super embarrassed. I think Scottie was wondering how far his limits were, and I think he didn't want the attention either. So he chilled out.

The first day of school, he made me touch his tiny wiener through his pants in front of his friends after getting off the bus for first period. Fortunately we didn't have the same classes, since I was two grades higher than him.

In between classes he had me back into a football player on accident, drop my books. At first, he was really having a hard time coming up with something to make me do. I did it, but I sure didn't enjoy it. Especially because men being stupid dogs, always thought it was an invitation from me even if I acted like it was an accident.

For Gym, my mission was not only to shower and show that ridiculous word on my butt (at the time I didn't know what it was that would be the test, if I could tell dad. They wrote it so even if I stood in a mirror and held it, Id have a hard time figuring out what he wrote on my backside.). Having no panties, I was supposed to dress in these oversized shorts and a tank-top for Gym that Scottie had managed to find. I don't know how he got it on short notice, I think the shorts where from this fat-kid friend of his that had a crush on me since 2nd grade.

This at first didn't seem like such a big deal, till I realized these shorts had holes in them, and hadn't been washed probably ever. No panties meant I had to have whatever nasty-boy that had worn these before me's cooties directly on my pale-flesh via his oversized shorts. It also gave anyone who dared look, a pretty good shot of about two inches of my crack and today was of course, as luck would have it Gymnastics.

Fortunately, I got away with it. I think Mrs. Brewer actually liked it, she didn't say a word, but the girls laughed. In the shower, I knew they saw I made one brief walk around the steamy shower room to make sure they all got a glance, and then feeling like throwing up, I got the hell out and dried off, careful not to smear it. I knew they were all spreading rumors and speculating, but I couldn't keep a straight face.I had to get out. Getting "Dressed" back in my 80s gear was no real consolation from the tank and shorts.

The fact that I had no bra or panties wasn't all that uncommon in my school. That part was no big deal. It was just that normally girls didn't wear such ridiculous clothes. Especially someone like me who had kept up with trends. I just avoided any questions, but I'd say "Like, didn't you see this on MTV? It's totally retro" I actually started to believe I was STARTING a trend, but most girls didn't like it. If you ever saw that movie 'Trading places' with Jamie Lee Curtis as a hooker, you'd know just how I was dressed, and just how my boobs looked pressed through the rayon magenta top.

Somehow I made it through the day, the bus ride home Scottie spent talking with some really young kids a few seats up. With a wave of his hand he made me sit on his friend 'Cartman's lap' since he 'loaned' me his shorts. Cartman had no idea what was going on, and wasn't really able to even comprehend that I had no desire to be on his lap. He was too busy laughing, his fat little baby face smiling up at me. He pleasantly told me that he had been told not to wear those shorts to class again and that it was no big deal.I was not supposed to piss him off and it wasn't all that bad. Probably no worse than the rumors already about me, having whore written on my ass in makeup OR being thought of as dating a dork like Cartman wasn't the worst thing. I could always get my reputation back (or so I thought). I figured I'd play along, and maybe they'd get bored in the first few days. I kept wishing that Mom would stand up for me. It never happened.

After the bus left, Dad made me stand at the door as Scottie went inside, and undress. There were no cars coming but I had to fully undress and wait outside for a moment. Once I walked in I was shocked to see two couples. Friends of the family, in their mid-30's. "I can't believe it, you told us she didn't want to wear clothes but I never imagined and you say if we tell her ATTEN-SHUN she'll"

Like an idiot I got up on the coffee table at that moment. I should have told them the truth that my dad put me up to it. Instead, I just got up and put myself on the coffee table. I didn't even think about the angle I was arching my bootie towards, that placed my sweaty behind right in the faces of my dad's guests. I was in such a flooded rush.

When they got done paddling me, my dad made me sort of dance. Each time he clapped his hand, I had to move a foot, sort of like a marionette on a string. He'd clap slow, and make me take a sort of jerky step, then clap fast. They laughed their asses off.

When I made them dinner, and ate their leftovers from a bowl on the floor, they lost their stomach for the novelty of it all. One of the women guests even leaned over me and told me that I was a disgusting girl, who had no idea what evil thoughts I had planted in their men's minds.

As the other couple left, I heard the last two guests work out an arrangement to have me come over one weekend and clean their apartment for them. The man said he had some 'gardening' for me to do, and I groaned a little. They could hear it, and laughed out loud. The man told my father that he had secretly had a S&M relationship with his wife, and that up till now he never had the courage to tell anyone. "It's nothing as nasty as what your daughter is into but we like to Dom each other. We make little weekend side bets mostly over a sports game. The loser has to get tied up light bondage nothing your little diva over there would get a kick out of. I promise though, if you let her come over, we'll make sure and make it interesting for her. I'll bet on the Jet's that weekend, Hon."

After they left, my Dad gave me another 'asswhooping' for not 'acting' the part of the 'gracious little whore.' -WHAM- "Next time we got guests, you're to tell them it's your idea! You made me look like it might be MY idea." Clearly he was saying this for my mothers benefit. I just agreed, and clenched my face as he pounded my asscheeks with his fist. "Tonight, when all the chores are done. you sleep on the god-damned roof. The side of the house FACING the street! And if the cops or someone sees you, you BETTER say it was your idea or we won't bail you out of jail!"

Chores, A few more "Atten-shuns" and a garden hose bath in the backyard from Scottie, who actually complained about his "Chore" as he crimped and uncrimped the hose changing the water pressure to send painful little welts against my ribs and body.

Sure enough after all was done and permission granted to "SLEEP" , that night I hardly slept, fearing falling off the tiled roof or being spotted. I was afraid that a bird would come down and poop on my head, or that a burglar would be casing the house, spot me up there and have his way with me. There had been so much sexual tension going on, I knew It was only a matter of time before I was going to get used, and get used hard.

That morning was like the last, with two exceptions, the first was that my dad had listened to another of Scotties ridiculous ideas. I was going to bring a note to my principal, and my father would call and verify it. It was very official and came from Doctor Bob's office. (I guess Doctor Bob came over while I was sleeping and wrote it).

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To the School of Sherry Nettles,

I am currently treating both Scottie and Sherry separately for individual disorders. It is my advisement that Scottie has special needs, and requires constant supervision. I ask that you suspend Sherry Nettles current enrollment in the 11th grade and return her to freshman status until further notice. Please assign her to the same exact school schedule as Scottie. She is to attend every school function with him, including after school sports, which I am hesitant to ask him to give up. She is to be assigned to his physical education class. This serves two purposes, Sherry requires medication administered by her brother four times daily, and shall accompany him into the boy's lavatory, as this medication may need to be administered as a suppository. Both students are fully aware of the strains this may place on their reputation at school, and so are their parents. At their request, I ask that you make every attempt to accommodate them for the duration of this treatment.

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What all this meant, I wasn't sure, but my dad made a follow-up call to the Principal. Apparently he told him, that he was having trouble with me stealing, drinking and smoking and that Scottie was going to keep me in line, and told him to reward Scottie. He also asked him to reward Scottie for being such a good sport and having his big sis tag along to everything. He suggested that the principal go on the loud speaker and congratulate Scottie for his 'sacrifices' and that we'd been instructed to 'take the mystery' out of what we were doing in the bathroom, and if anyone was curious to just be open about it. Well that didn't sound particularly evil, but what it was going to mean was that Scottie had a free reign to expose me at will.

Naturally the Principal made the announcement first thing, and everyone was looking at me like I was a total reject, as I traipsed down to the principal's office for reassignment wearing this ridiculous pair of bon jovi boots, a black leather-vinyl mini-skirt and a red-striped mini-top. Big Bangle Hoop earrings and 'glitter-make up'.

The other exception was that Dad and Mom decided Cartman was a 'good kid' and that I should be his 'girlfriend' but they said almost as if I wanted him to be, to not let him be a 'master'. (Mom was convinced I had picked all these masters). That any night I brought him over for dinner and was nice to him, that I could wear clothes. So now, I had to keep this lie a secret from him, cuz if he got grossed out and wouldn't have me, they'd blame me for not trying hard enough. Scottie was also going to nominate some 'helpers' to boss me around on the bus and at school.