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 ï>¿Jill's Choice

   I honestly think that when my mom got remarried, it was partly so my new
stepdads kids could boss me around.  David, my new stepbrother, was 13, my
age, and wasn't so bad, but his sister, Charlotte, who was a year older,
was just awful to me.  Even when she slapped me hard across the face at the
dinner table, mom said I probably deserved it.

   Mom never liked me much, honestly.  She always wanted a daughter like
Charlotte - pretty, ambitious, and kind of a snob (like her).  Instead, she
got me: at 13, I was plain, not that developed, and shy.  Easy prey for
Charlotte.

   The first couple of months, I thought Charlotte was just hazing me by
forcing me to do her chores (with threats of sneaking into my room at night
and chopping off my hair if I didn't).  But then it got a bit worse - one
day, when she had some friends over, she ordered me into her room and made
me kneel and kiss her shoes in front of them.  I tried to refuse, but she
slapped me, renewed a few of her threats, and said that if I didn't, she'd
tell mom I was disobeying her, which could lead to all SORTS of trouble. 
Mom had said that she was considering giving Charlotte broad authority over
me - like, dictating what I wore, when I ate --everything.

   So I bent down and kissed charlotte's nasty shoe.

   "That's a good girl," Charlotte sneered, as her friends laughed.  "She's
like my own little servant."

   "I wish I had one," said Amy, one of her friends.

   "Maybe I can rent her out," said Charlotte with a laugh.

   I went to my room and cried.  And, of course, things got worse.

   I week later, I was walking from my room to the bathroom when Charlotte
pounced and tackled me from behind.  I tried to squirm and shake her off,
but it was no use - she had me pinned!

   "Get off me!" I shouted.  "I have to go!"

   "Shut up, Jill," said Charlotte.  And she pinned my shoulders with her
feet.  NExt thing I knew, I felt her wrappign something - a jump rope, from
the feel of it - being wrapped around my wrists, and a minute later, I was
tied tight.

   Charlotte jumped off me, and I squired, trying to get loose, but it was
no good.

   "Come on, Charlotte!" I said.  "Let me go!"

   "Nuh uh," she laughed.  She grabbed a loose end of the jump rope and
tugged, yanking me to my feet.  I looked at her helplessly.

   "What's the matter?" she asked.

   "I --i have to go!" I said.

   "Go where?" she asked.

   I blushed.  "The bathroom," I said.

   She laughed again.  "Does little Jilly have to tinkle?"

   I blushed again and nodded.  She giggled, tugged on the rope, and
started walking towards her room, pulling me along.  I REALLY had to go,
but I sure couldn't with my hands tied behind my back!

   She dragged me into her room, where David was sitting on her bed.  "What
have we here?" he asked.

   "It's a little girl who has to go potty," said Charlotte, triumphantly.
"Only she can't."

   "Why not?" asked David.

   "Tell him," said Charlotte.  "Tell him, or I won't untie you."

   I blushed, then gulped.  "Because she tied me up," I said.

   "So?" asked Charlotte.  "Why is that stopping you?"

   I gulped again.  "Be --.because with my hands tied, I can't -- you
know!"

   "No I don't," said Charlotte.  "Say it."

   I blushed.  "I can't pull my pants down," I said.  I wanted to die as
David starting laughing.  I HATED the thought of him thinking about my
pulling my pants down.  I was a shy girl - I didn't like to have people
even THINK about me naked.  Just saying the word "bathroom" out loud was
enough to make me blush.

   "Is that all you have to do before you go pee?" asked Charlotte.  "You
just pull down your pants and go?"

   I nodded.

   "Ew!" said Charlotte.  "You mean little Jill doesn't even know enough to
pull down her panties first?"

   David and Charlotte exploding laughing while I turned another shade of
red.

   "Come on!" I shouted.  "Untie me, or I'll wet my pants!"

   Charlotte glared at me.  "I wouldn't recommend that you do that," said
Charlotte.  "Or I'll have to punish you.  And you won't like the punishment
one bit."

   "Please!" I said.

   "Poor little Jilly," said Charlotte.  "Can't pull down her pants and
panties, but doesn't want to wet herself."

   "Whatever shall she do?" asked David, through giggles.

   "I know!" said Charlotte, clapping her hands.  "Why doesn't she just ask
YOU to take her to the potty?  Then you can pull her pants and panties down
FOR her!"

   "NO!" I shouted.

   Charlotte looked at me.  "Why not?" she asked.

   "Cause --it's embarrassing!" I said.

   "Why?" said charlotte.  "What's embarrassing about having your helpful
stepbrother pull down your pants and panties for you?"

   "You know!" I said.

   "I don't," she said.  "Tell me."

   I blushed again.  "He'd --.see me."

   "See what?" said Charlotte.  "You'd better say it if you want to be
untied."

   "My --.my butt," I said.

   She grinned.  "What else?" she asked.

   "You know!" I said.

   "You're going to tell me," she said.  "And use proper names, or you'll
have to be punished for having a dirty mouth."

   I was about as red as I thought I could get, and starting to sob.  BUt I
also REALLY had to go, and I sure didn't want a punishment.

   "My --vagina." I said, blushing even harder while Charlotte and david
laughed.

   "Like there's much to see," said Charlotte.  "I'l bet you don't even
have hair down there yet.  Do you?"

   I blushed.  "A --a little," I said, through sobs.

   "Tell me what you want me to do and why," said Charlotte.  "In a
complete sentence.  AND why you don't want to ask David for help."

   I took a deep breath, looked at my feet, and said "I want you to untie
me so I can pull down my p --pants and p..panties and go to the bathroom
--.I --don't want David to do it, because I don't want him to see my --my
butt --.and --.v --.(sniff) --vagina."

   They both laughed hysterically.

   "What do you say, David?" asked Charlotte.  "Should I let little Jilly
go?"

   "I don't know," said David.  "What would the punishment be?"

   "Well, we'd have to change her, first of all," said Charlotte.  "And
probably spank her naked butt while we're at it.  And then I'd have to tell
her mom what happened.  I think I'd suggest that from now on, she has to
report to both of us every day so we can check and make sure she's dry."

   "Her mom would go for that," he said with a nod.  "That sounds fun.  Let
her stay tied up."

   "NOOO!!!!" I shouted.

   "Hmm --" said Charlotte.  "Would you take her to the potty if she
asked?"

   "Probably," he said.  "If she asked REALLY nicely."

   Charlotte glared at me.  "Look at me, Jill," she said.  "Look me in the
eye."

   I did.  I felt like she could see right through me.

   "These are your options," she said.  "You can pee your pants, and then
I'll change you and spank you myself.  He won't have to see.  But you'll be
reporting to one of us every single day so we can check you.  OR you can
just ask him to take you to the potty.  He'll see you for sure, but it'll
be over with.  Which is it gonna be?"

   I tried to stall, but I really, really had to go.  There wasn't much
time left....

   Jill's Choice, Part 2

   "If I ...go...  will you make David leave?" I asked.  "And he won't
see?"

   Charlotte smiled and nodded.

   "Promise?" I asked.

   Charlotte leaned right into my face.  "I pwomise," she said, mocking me.

   Then she grabbed me and shoved me onto my back.

   "Go ahead, then," she said.  "Either pee yourself or crawl over to David
and ask him to help you."

   She glared down at me, and I burned with shame as I relaxed my muscles
and peed me pants for the first time since I was three years old.  They
both laughed triumphantly, and Charlotte escorted David out of the room and
shut the door.

   "Well, well," said Charlotte.  "Baby Jill peed her pants.  I guess I
shouldn't be surprised.  Come on now, let's get these nasty things off
you."

   She bent down, and, tied up and ashamed as I was, I couldn't do much to
stop her as she undid my wet jeans and peeled them off, then pulled down my
panties, leaving me naked below the waist.  She stared right at my "you
know what" and grinned.  I was totally under her control.

   "You weren't kidding," she said.  "Just a tiny bit of a hair.  Let's see
what else you have."

   Without pausing for a second, she grabbed the front of my shirt and
lifted it up.

   "not much here, either," she said.  "I don't think you should be wearing
a bra yet.  I'll talk to your mom when we go over the new rules."

   She wiped off my privates with the dry leg of pants, then hauled me up
and shoved me face down on her bed.

   "You have a cute butt, Baby Jill," she said, loudly enough that I was
sure David was listening at the door.  "But since you wet yourself, I'll
have to spank it!"

   She immediately made good on the threat, smacking my butt five times -
HARD.  Like, so hard I couldn't believe it.  Then she pinched my ear and
tilted my head, leaning right down to whisper at me.  "That wasn't really a
punishment," she said.  "That's just to show you what I can do if you
REALLY upset me.  What happened today was just a preview of what will
happen if you EVER forget your place around here.  Understand?"

   I was crying hard by then, but I nodded.  She untied the jump rope that
had bound my hands, gave me a towel to wrap around myself, and shoved me
out of the room.  David was standing in the hall, leering at me, knowing
that I was naked under that towel.  I wasn't any less covered that I
normally was - more, if anything - but it was still totally humiliating.

   And, of course, it got worse that night, when Mom got hom and joined us
for dinner, and Charlotte merrily told the whole story to my mom, who
actually seemed to get a real kick out of it.

   "Sounds like you really have a handle on how to keep your bratty stepis
under control," said Mom.

   "Sure," Charlotte said.  "In fact, I have a few suggestions."

   "Okay," said Mom.

   "First of all, I don't think Baby Jill here is ready to wear bras yet. I
don't think she should."

   "Good idea," said Mom.

   "And just to reinfoce her place, I think that whenever someone asks who
she is around here, she should have to say 'i am baby jill,'" said
Charlotte.

   "A fine idea,' said Mom.

   "AND," said Charlotte, "I think she should have to pull down her pants
and prove she hasn't wet herself again whenever we ask."

   I was mortified, of course, but I was greatly relieved when Mom said it
was okay, but that I wouldn't have to pull my pants down for David.  "I
don't think she needs to have a boy have that sort of power over her," she
said.  I was so relieved that I barely noticed when she added "at least,
not yet."

   "Do you understand all of this?" Charlotte asked me.

   I nodded.

   "Who are you?" she asked.

   I sighed and stared at my plate.  "I am Baby Jill," I muttered.

   I was just beginning to find out just how much control Charlotte could
have over me.  And I had barely scratched the surface of what she could do
with that damned jump rope.

   Jill's Choice, Part 3

   That night, after dinner, Charlotte followed me to my room and made me
give her all of my training bras - including the one I had one on - for her
to lock up in one of her drawers.  I was SO embarrassed...I was so proud to
be wearing bras, and now they'd been quite literally stripped away from me.
As she held them there, she glared at me.

   "Listen, squirt," she said.  "This is how things are around here from
now on.  WHen I tell you to jump, you ask how high.  And if you disobey me,
even a little, I WILL spank you a LOT harder than I did earlier today.  And
if David or anyone else happens to see you, that's not my problem."

   I made up my mind to be good, even though I really, really hated
Charlotte's guts.  Just nodding when she asked me a question made me feel
sick to my stomach.  But I was a shy, modest girl.  It embarrassed me
terribly when she saw me topless that night - and even worse earlier that
day when she'd stripped off my pants and panties.  The very thought of a
BOY seeing me like that was almost too much to imagine for me.

   For the next few weeks, things were fairly quiet.  Every now and then
Charlotte would come into my room and say "who are you?" I'd have to say "I
am Baby Jill." Occasionally, she'd make things worse for me, like making me
take things a bit further and say "I am Baby Jill, and if I don't behave,
Charlotte will spank my naked butt." Then she'd usually ask if I was dry.
Most of them time, I could just say "yes," and she'd nod and leave me
alone. Other times, though, she'd make me pull down my pants and show her
my panties.  I hated that, but not a much as when she checked to make sure
I wasn't wearing a bra.

   Every few nights, she'd get out that jump rope of hers.  One night she
made into, like, a leash and dragged me around, making me say "I am Baby
Jill" in front of David, who grinned, and then my mom, who LOVED it.  She
complimented Charlotte on how well she was keeping me in line.  A couple of
nights, she came into my room and tied the rope around my ankles, with a
stern warning not to untie it.  I'd sleep all night with my ankles tied,
then have to waddle around in the morning until she untied me.

   It was awful, of course, but I told myself it could have been worse. 
She hadn't spanked me again, she hadn't seen my privates again, and David
hadn't even seen my panties.

   But one day, after school, Charlotte came into my room with the jump
rope and tied it into a leash again.  "Come along, baby jill," she said. 
She tugged hard, almost choking me, and I had no real choice but to follow
her through the house, into David's room, where David was hanging out with
one of his friends.  I nearly started hyperventilating when I saw them.

   "Hi, guys," she said.  "Look who I have!"

   They both grinned as Charlotte explained that I was the baby in the
family.

   "Who are you?" she asked me.

   I sighed, avoiding their gaze, and said "I am baby jill."

   "Look at them when you talk to them, baby," she said.  "And say it
again."

   I looked at the grinning boys said "I am baby jill" again.

   "One day, Baby Jill peed her pants," said Charlotte, causing me to blush
beet red.  "I had to strip off her pants and panties and clean off her
vagina, didn't I?"

   I started to sob with shame as I nodded.  I could see that each boy had
a noticable bulge in his pants already.  The fact that she was talking
about THAT part of me, right out loud, in front of boys...ugh!

   "And now I have to check to make sure she's dry," said Charlotte.  "Are
you dry, Baby Jill?"

   I nodded.

   "Prove it, please," she said.

   THis was too much.  "No way!" I said.  "I'm not letting them see!"

   "Very well," said Charlotte.  "But if you don't, I'll have to check your
diapers myself.  I'll pull down your pants AND your panties right here, and
then they can watch your spanking."

   "B...but..." I said.

   "But nothing!" she said.  "You're just a baby.  They wouldn't mind
seeing you down there, would you, boys?"

   The boys clearly wouldn't have minded one little bit.

   "Go ahead, baby Jill," said Charlotte.  "Make your choice.  Are you
going to show them, or will I have to check you myself?"

   I was sobbing hard now, but I undid my jeans and lowered them down just
enough that they could all see all of my plain, blue panties.  They boys
were in hysterics, and Charlotte grinned down proudly at me.

   "Good girl, Baby Jill," she said.  "You're all dry.  But are you
following my other rule?"

   I gasped, and she turned to the boys.  "Baby Jill was wearing training
bras, but she didn't need them, so I took them away," she said.  "BUt now
and then I have to check to make sure that she didn't go buy a new one."

   "I didn't!" I said.  "I'm not wearing one."

   She grinned at me.  "PRove it," she said.

   Jill's Choice Part 4

   "No way," I said.  And I started to run.  But Charlotte grabbed hold of
her and of the jump rope, and I nearly choked myself.  I DID choked as she
pulled on it, pulling me back.

   "Not smart, Baby Jill!" she growled, as she pulled me closer.  When I
got close enough, she grabbed my long red hair and pulled that - hard -
until she had forced me into a chair.

   "HOld her, David!" he commanded.  "Hold her arms behind her back!"

   He did just that, and before I could really even fight back, she had
used that rope to securely tie my hands to the chair, rendering me pretty
well immobile.

   Charlotte grabbed ahold of my hair again.  "Now," she said, "because
Baby Jill was bad, she is going to get a haircut.  And whether I cut the
hair on her HEAD or the hair down below is ENTIRELY dependent on how good
she is.  GOt it?"

   I was sobbing already, and praying she was bluffing - my red hair was
about the only part of my body I REALLY liked.  I nodded.

   "Now, where were we?" asked Charlotte.

   "You were gonna make her show her boobs!" said David's friend.

   "That sounds right," said Charlotte.  "Now, I do need to check to make
sure she's not wearing a bra.  I can just feel for myself, OR I can lift
her shirt and let us all get a look.  Which do you think we should do?"

   "LIft her shirt!" they yelled.

   "I don't know," said Charlotte.  "What'll you do for ME?"

   "I'll do your chores for a WEEK" said David.

   "That's good," siad Charlotte.  "BUt what about YOU?" She glared at
David's friend.  He thought for a minute, then whispered in his ear.  She
smirked, then said "Okay.  PUll it out."

   He turned his back on me, facing Charlotte, and undid his pants.  A
second later, Charlotte was still smirking.  "Glad to see you're enjoying
yourself," she said.  "But there's not much to see, is there?  NOt that
Jill would know.  I'll bet she's never even seen a boy's penis before. 
Have you, Jill?"

   I shook my head no, looking away as David's friend put his away.  I kind
of DID want to see, just out of curiosity, but was glad they didn't force
me to look.

   "Anyway," said Charlotte.  "A deal's a deal.  Let's see if Baby Jill is
following the rules!"

   And she stood behind me, reached up, and lifted my shirt, exposing my
nipples to the two boys.  I'd never been so horrified or ashamed in my
life. I was bawling so hard that I forgot everything CHarlotte said about
the haircut, until she let my shirt down and I heard her brandishing the
scissors.

   A minute later, to my horror, my long hair was gone, leaving me with
short-cropped, messy hair.  Charlotte held my cut hair in front of my face,
then put it in her pocket.  "I'm sure I'll find something to do with this,"
she said.  "And remember - next time, it won't be the hair on your HEAD
that I cut!"