Katie has to walk home
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Current revision as of 13:18, 25 February 2015
| Status | ||
| Condition | Upset and Angry | Apparel and Items: Naked and spattered with paint |
| Day, Time | Monday, Afternoon | |
| Need to Use Bathroom | None | |
| Level of Humiliation | Extremely Humiliated | |
Katie didn't want to call either her mother or any of her fellow cheerleaders and ask them for a ride. Her mother might not understand, and her fellow cheerleaders, her so-called 'friends,' had left her alone and tied up to face the humiliation by herself.
Wishing this day would end, Katie said to the security guard, "I guess I'll walk, then."
"Don't let me stop you."
Katie turned and walked away, looking neither left nor right, but keeping her eyes focused on the end of the road, where she would have to turn down the cross-street. She kept one hand covering her pussy and the other covering her tits. She wore her backpack slung as low as she could get it, hoping it covered at least some of her ass. As she walked away from the school, the whistles and catcalls of her fellow students rang in her ears.
She didn't look at anyone around her, but heard the comments of several people she knew. She ignored them all, however.
At the end of the block, Katie turned right and started walking down the right side of the street. She heard a vehicle pull up beside her. She glanced at it and kept walking.
Too late did she realize that the vehicle was a pickup truck she had seen before, and recently. She started to turn towards it, but before she could complete the maneuver, a paintball pellet hit her in the left buttock.
Katie yelped and jumped. She dropped her left hand, the one she had been using to hide her breasts, to her butt. When she did, Madison, who was riding in the passenger seat of the pickup, and was wielding a wicked-look paintball gun, fired pellets into both of her breasts.
"Why," Katie said.
"We don't have to return the paintball guns until tomorrow," Madison said. "We thought we may as well get some more use out of them."
"Stop," Katie said, walking backwards down the sidewalk, trying to cover herself, and not having much luck.
"Ask me nicely."
"Please stop," Katie said.
Madison grinned. "No," she said. She had been holding her paintball gun pointed at the ground. She raised it now and aimed at Katie as Katie turned and started running.
Katie felt the repeated sting of pellet after pellet hitting her large butt. She ran as fast as she could to the end of the street, turned the corner, and kept running.
Katie didn't slow down until she was about halfway down this block. Then she turned and looked around. The pickup truck was gone. They hadn't followed her.
She didn't see anyone else she knew on the rest of her walk home, and, at this stage, wouldn't have cared if she had. In fact, nothing happened until she was standing on her front door, rooting in a pocket of her backpack for her purse. Then she heard a voice say, "Surprise!"
Katie found her keys and opened the door, trying her best to ignore the new paintball rounds hitting her ass.
Inside her house, she locked the front door and dropped her backpack on the floor.
"Is that you, Katie?" her mother said from the kitchen.
"Yes."
"I had to bring your backpack to school today. Don't forget it again."
"You're worried about my backpack?" Katie said. "All the things that have happened to me, and you're worried about my backpack?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have you wondered why I didn't bring my backpack school today?" Katie said.
"Yes. Why?"
"I had no way to get it from my room. I was tied to a tree in front of the school. Where did you think I was all weekend?"
"Weren't you here this weekend?"
Giving up, Katie went upstairs. She threw her backpack onto her bed, then went into the shower. In the shower, she scrubbed and scrubbed herself until she washed the paint off her body.
She wondered how long it would take her to live this incident down.
