The after-school girl's club
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				Title: <strong>The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 21:10:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://justdanicacollins.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/danica-collins-in-leopard-print-lingerie-ripping-her-pantyhose1.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paulette Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her house, the Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Jennie &amp; Jessie, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Receiving some bad news</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Jennie &amp; Jessie, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Okay, Mark, thanks for letting me know. ... No, it's no trouble at all. ... Right. ... Yeah, well have fun. ... Oh, don't worry, we will. ... Right. ... Okay, Yeah, well, I have to... Hmm? ... If you say so, Mark. ... Yeah, well... you too...Bye". Principal Paulette Neumann hung up the phone on her ex husband and hissed, "Asshole". The guy was a complete jerk. He'd married her for sex, and left her because he couldn't cope with sex the way she wanted it. And now he'd just dumped their two kids on her for the weekend.<br><br>"Jennie? Jessie?" She called out, then as an after thought added "Ellie? You too..."<br><br>Ellie was her sister's girl. Kath and her husband Roger were going through some difficult times, and Ellie was staying with Paulette for a few weeks. Paulette's plans for the evening were not fully finalised, but they were about to change somewhat. She waited until the three girls had joined her in the room, sitting around the fireplace.<br><br>"That was your father". She looked at Ellie and added, "Uncle Mark. Apparently he's got some business conference to go to in Dallas, so he's not able to take you two this weekend". She shrugged. The girls were sixteen now, it was time to introduce them to The Club. She had been intending to bring Ellie in to the fold anyway. This only complicated matters a little.<br><br>"Anyway, I've got some students coming over tonight for a special after-school club. You'll probably know most of them. The club is a rather special one, and it's rather secret. The three of you are allowed to join, but you must promise never to tell a soul about it, unless it's agreed first? We're family, remember that. So do you promise?" Paulette looked at the three girls sternly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 22:11:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tom-waugh.com/pics/twins/twins01.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jennifer Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>her House, The Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Paulette, Jessy, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Hearing some bad news</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jessy, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Jenny, being the very outgoing one of the twins, took to the news with a small shock but quickly adjusted to the news that her day was going to be filled with friends and being a part of a very special club.&nbsp; "Daddy had to go away again?"&nbsp; She asked, not expecting an answer as she let out a loud sigh.&nbsp; "It seems that Daddy has been gone more and more lately."&nbsp; She added as she was brightened up by wonderful news.<br><br>"A special club?&nbsp; For all of us?"&nbsp; She asked softly as she beamed widely.&nbsp; "Oh yes, I would love to join.&nbsp; I can't wait to see who will come in."&nbsp; She blurted out as she looked back at her sister Jessy and her cousin Ellie. Though she was very close to her sister, she still had to get to know her cousin Ellie but she was not about to let her family be left out.&nbsp; "What do you say, Sis?&nbsp; Don't worry, I'll be by your side for as long as you need me to be."&nbsp; She mentioned to her twin sister who seemed to be the quieter one of the twins.&nbsp; Looking back to her cousin Ellie, she let out a wide smile.<br><br>"So what do you think, Ells?&nbsp; I feel that it will be fun to try something new.&nbsp; A special club.&nbsp; It can be something that you can feel good about, don't you think?"&nbsp; She asked in her very outgoing way.&nbsp; No matter what, Jenny was not about to take no for an answer and if her family did protest, she had some ideas in mind to convince them to join.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stargirl</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 04:30:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tom-waugh.com/pics/twins/twins05.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jessica Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>her House, The Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Hearing some strange news</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Jessy was quiet and looking at her mommy. She knew better to not say anything with her mother around, if not to agree with her someway. Even faking she was agreeing wouldn't be a good idea, so she could just stay quiet. That was really he usual self, so it wouldn't look like disproving or anything. That is the advantage of being known as a quiet girl. It wasn't also as if they had been invited to join the club or something.<br><br>Jenny looked to eager to join the club, that was not what was on Jessy mind. Mommy said they were allowed to join, but never said they were allowed not to join. And as far as Jessy knew her mother, that wasn't an option. She knew her mother was being "soft" mostly because Ellie was around. Not that Ellie would really have an option, either.<br><br>After thinking for a moment, and also after all her twin sister talking and celebration, Jessy raised her hand as asking to talk. "Mommy, I'm not kind of trying to question you of something, but, I was thinking that is very usual for girls to have after school club, so...I was thinking...is it secret what goes in the club or is it even secret that we go to a club? I mean, I was thinking about joining the school math club, do I have to chose?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 15:06:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/584150450_Kate2_2_123_139lo.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ellie Parker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her House, Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny and Jessy</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Receiving some bad news</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny and Jessy</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Ellie sat sheepishly twiddling the end of one of her pigtails as Aunt Paulette and the twins spoke.&nbsp; Ellie had only been at her Aunt's house for less than a week, and was still trying to become aquainted with the family's ways.&nbsp; Aunt Paulette had been very kind to her - but there was something about the way she spoke that commanded authority and made it clear that she was not to be argued with - this was something her mother had warned her about.&nbsp; The twins had also been welcoming - but they were so close.&nbsp; It had also been a trying week at her new school - new people, teachers - trying not to stand out but to make friends at the same time.<br>Ellie's mind turned back to other after school clubs she had participated in, and a warming smile crossed her face.&nbsp; There was the poetry club she used to run last year, she had been captain of the swimming club, and a member of the debating society.&nbsp; "But why does it have to be a secret", she puzzled to herself.<br>"T..t..thank you, Aunt Paulette", Ellie stuttered nervously.&nbsp; "But why is it a secret - can't you tell us what it is about first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 21:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://justdanicacollins.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/danica-collins-in-leopard-print-lingerie-ripping-her-pantyhose1.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paulette Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her house, the Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Jenny &amp; Jessy, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Imparting some good news!</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Jennie &amp; Jessie, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Paulette smiled at the way her twins were so very different from each other. Jenny was younger by a few minutes and yet was clearly the more dominant, outgoing personality. Jenny jumped at any opportunity and always put herself forward for new things, usually dragging her sister along too, in the nicest way. Jessy, on the other hand, was quieter, more studious, more thoughtful, more inclined to think things through and would occasionally succeed in reigning in her sister's impetuousness. <br><br>And their reactions to the club were a case in point. Jenny jumped at it, a new experience, and knowing how her sister would react, even promised (as ever) to be there for her. Jess, on the other hand, came up with some very good questions, that deserved good answers.<br><br>And then there was Ellie.&nbsp; Jess and Jen, she knew. They were relatively predictable, at least as far as any teenager was predictable. But her niece was an unknown and she had no idea how the girl would react. Which was partly why she had been planning on introducing her to the Club, so she could ascertain how Ellie would behave and treat her accordingly.<br><br>"It's a special club. The club itself is secret. You were going to find out about it sooner or later, because I run it, here, on a Friday night. Now, I seem to recall that the Maths club meets on Wednesday, and the Photography club on a Tuesday. So no, you don't have to choose. In fact the only after school activity that clashes with the Girls club, is Baseball practice, and as neither of you made the team..." She grinned.<br><br>"As for why it is secret, you will find that out very soon, but first, I need all three of you to swear that you will never tell another living soul about the club, without that person being approved for membership." She grinned. "By the way, the three of you have all been approved. Ellie, your approval was rather rushed, last week. You remember how I insisted you go with Jenny and Jessy to Uncle Mark's? Anyway, we approved you for membership."<br><br>Paulette paused and then turned to her daughters. She moved and knelt in front of them, smiling lovingly at them. "You two, my precious loves, have been approved since I started the club two years ago. We were just waiting for you to be old enough."<br><br>The school principal gathered her twins into a double armed hug, kissed them both softly on the mouth, the way she always did, Jessica first, then Jennifer, and pulled back, looking between them, then glancing over to her sister's daughter. "So, what do you say? If you don't want to join, I'm going to have to lock you in your room for the duration, by the way!" She grinned teasingly, even though she wasn't teasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 11:16:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana via text</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Making Snickerdoodles</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Baking was such a delight.<br><br>The house was filled with the scent of fresh cookies, Monica's world famous Snickerdoodles in fact.&nbsp; But it wasn't the smell Monica loved the most, it was the order.&nbsp; Her kitchen had an enormous granite island in the shape of an L.&nbsp; She'd spent considerable time a few years ago having her kitchen remodeled and had the designer mock up several designs out of cardboard so she could move them around and make sure the work flow was just right.&nbsp; Order, precision, doing things just so and making them do what she wanted were huge parts of her happiness.<br><br>The process started on the left with the dry ingredients, progressed to the wet ones, then the floury rolling out area, the pans to lay the yet to be baked cookies on then the deep sink to clean everything up.&nbsp; On the other side clean dishtowels waited and then cooling racks with just so Snickerdoodles rested on them, cooling slowly and getting that perfect consistency.&nbsp; She'd already sat two cookies each on two plates and had them on the edge of the island for the girls to grab when they came home.&nbsp; Speaking of which...<br><br>Monica wiped her hands on her pink and black print apron and took out her phone to text them.<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>Remember to come straight home from school tonight, girls.&nbsp; I have a function and Cassandra you are going with me.&nbsp; Adriaana I will give you your dinner before we leave.&nbsp; Hurry now, your cookies are waiting.&nbsp; - Mother.</span><br><br>And that was Monica too.&nbsp; No chat speak or shorthand was ever used by her and she actively discouraged it being used towards her.<br><br>She put the phone back in her apron and went back to baking.&nbsp; The girls would text soon.&nbsp; They knew her expectations.<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 12:46:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/584150450_Kate2_2_123_139lo.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ellie Parker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her House, Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny and Jessy</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Receiving some bad news</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny and Jessy</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Ellie gazed nervously at the floor, squishing her feet into the polished wood as she listened to her aunt.&nbsp; As ever, it was a calm voice, but one with overriding authority and not to be questioned.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Ellie's eyes widened as her aunt spoke "<em>Ellie, your approval was rather rushed, last week. You remember how I insisted you go with Jenny and Jessy to Uncle Mark's? Anyway, we approved you for membership</em>", she said.&nbsp; "I've been approved - approved for what?", Ellie anxiously thought to herself.&nbsp; Why hadn't she been asked - why did she need to be out of the house while this happened.&nbsp; What if she didn't want to join this stupid club!<br><br>Ellie was summoning the courage to protest as her aunt turned to face her and said <em>"So, what do you say? If you don't want to join, I'm going to have to lock you in your room for the duration, by the way!</em>"<br><br>Ellie felt outraged - "I haven't been locked in my room since I was 9 years old", she thought to herself.&nbsp; "This is rediculous".&nbsp; And with the resolution that she would ring her mother at the very first opportunity and tell her everything that was going on, reluctantly she nodded her head.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, Aunt Paulette.&nbsp; I will come along", Ellie half-whispered, "and I swear not to tell anyone", she added, avoiding her aunt's piercing gaze by lowering her head towards the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 17:52:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra's car</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Receiving a text</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Adriaana and Cassandra were a little late leaving school today.&nbsp; Adriaana had gotten lost again trying to find Cassandra's car and had to be collected and shown where it was by Cassandra.&nbsp; If they would just give everyone assigned parking this wouldn't be so hard.&nbsp; As it was, Adriaana couldn't even remember which lot the car was parked in for the day, much less be able to pick it out from all of the other cars in the right lot.&nbsp; Thankfully though, Cassandra was at least being patient with her.<br><br>The two girl's were just a few minutes from home when Adriaana's phone buzzed.&nbsp; She knew that it was probably either Monica or that Jenny girl who asked for her number a few days before as her friends back home by now were all probably at the bar or one of their houses having some bier.&nbsp; Thinking back on that idea left her a little bit down for a moment, knowing that she wasn't anywhere near old enough to drink in this backwards country before she remembered to check what was going on.<br><br>If there was any better way to cheer Adriaana up in a hurry, she didn't know it.&nbsp; It looked like she would be alone for the night, but Monica had made her Snickerdoodles again!&nbsp; It seemed to be a common enough occurrence for Monica to bake, but still it was so nice.&nbsp; Adriaana wished she had grown up with a mother who had baked like Monica!&nbsp; "Looks like you and Monica are going out tonight."&nbsp; Adriana said over her shoulder to Cassandra.&nbsp; "And she made cookies!&nbsp; I'll let her know we are almost there."&nbsp; She finished with a smile.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">We are almost home.&nbsp; Be there in just a few minutes.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esseria</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 03:33:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/Athletic.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Andrea Eriksen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>School Hallway</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Extending an invitiation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Andrea stood leaning against a locker, an apple in her hand, watching Sam pack her bag for home. Her own backpack hung from her shoulder. The two weren't exactly close friends, but they moved in enough of the same circles to have gained a familiarity sufficient to hang out on occasion. More importantly, Andrea had been eying the shorter girl for some time now. She was pretty sure Sam would be a viable addition, even if she didn't know it yet.<br><br>"So, I'm getting together with some friends in a bit, and I thought you might like to come." Andrea smiled warmly, very careful not to use her trademark seductive voice. That would just scare Sam off, more likely than not. "Nothing fancy, no trouble. Gonna hang out for a bit, have some fun, the usual. I can give you a ride."<br><br>It was true, mostly. The night's activities would assuredly be fun, and not unusual for the group. The exact details, well, Sam didn't need to know that quite yet.<br><br>She took a bite of her apple. Sam's candidacy had, of course, been discussed with the others ahead of time. You didn't unilaterally invite someone to this kind of club. Not that she knew it was a club, yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 05:19:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl23/4652168.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Sam Reidy</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>School Hallway</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Andrea</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Finishing up the school day</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Andrea</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The day couldn't end fast enough for Sam and she wasted no time getting to her locker to put away her books. She was about halfway done when Andrea made her presence known with her oh-so-casual lean on a locker. They were decent enough friends, hanging out every now and again when they saw each other at school, but not much more for whatever reason. It was just as soon as the school's keeper finished her little invitation did Sam finish packing her bag.<br><br>"Uuhh..." the blonde looked at her watch, more on reflex than she was curious about what time it was. "Yeah, that'd be cool! Only if I get a ride home after, too." Sam stuck out her tongue at her own little joke, hoping that Andrea got the hint that she was only playing and that her ulterior motive was hardly one at all. Without really thinking about it, the blonde walked in the direction of the parking lot, just assuming that the other girl's car would be there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 07:11:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.funkytrend.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/wildslide111.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Cassandra Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra's Car</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving Home</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Cassandra had to find Adriaana and lead her to the car yet again- that girl still seemed a bit lost in her new environment at times, though she was acclimatizing much faster than Cassie would have expected. She turned up the music on the car's CD player (the radio didn't work, and Cassie preferred her own choice in music anyway), but did not turn it up as loud as usual to avoiding causing Adriaana any discomfort. She smiled as "March of the Pigs" by Nine Inch Nails came blaring out of the speakers.<br><br>As they neared home in the battered little car, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, at the same time as Adriaana's phone went off. Adriaana told her the contents of the message after Cassie turned the music down to let her speak. It seemed she would be going out tonight, and that they would be greeted at home by the welcome smell of freshly baked cookies. Pulling into the driveway at home, Cassie smiled at Adriaana as she yanked the handbreak and switched of the ignition.<br><br>"<strong>Last one to the cookies is a rotten egg!</strong>" Cassie joked, as she grabbed her backpack from the back seat of the car and headed towards the front door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 11:46:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>She was going to have to get Cassandra's car seen to.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; Monica had insisted Cassandra raise half the money herself to buy her car.&nbsp; Not because Monica couldn't afford it, or a much nicer one for her, but to teach responsibility and taking care of your things.&nbsp; Cassandra was the child of her body and her heart, oh especially her heart, but she sometimes wished she was the child of her mind.&nbsp; The girl was vibrant and smart and just so adorably spunky but she was unpredictable.&nbsp; Inconsistent.&nbsp; Cassandra didn't have the same internal control, the same self-discipline Monica possessed and it frustrated both of them.&nbsp; If only she hadn't had to leave her alone so much when she was a baby and a toddler.&nbsp; Monica frowned, then frowned again at herself for doing what she'd tell others not to do; worrying about the past.&nbsp; "Move on," she said quietly to herself and got busy with washing up a stubborn pan.&nbsp; The coating was wearing off and a cookie had stuck.&nbsp; Bothersome thing!<br><br>Adriaana had replied to Monica's text.&nbsp; Now there was a good girl!&nbsp; Hosting her was turning out to not only be a fun thing to do, it was enjoyable as well.&nbsp; Monica hoped the year spent with her would help Cassandra mature that last little bit.&nbsp; Adriaana was sweet and affectionate and absolutely no bother at all.&nbsp; She liked to make people happy and responded very well to Monica's host-mothering.&nbsp; She'd recognized what was at the core of that early on of course.&nbsp; Adriaana was a submissive.&nbsp; Unaware, naive, but a submissive.&nbsp; She would be such a lovely addition to the Club, but Monica was moving with caution.<br><br>"Hello, girls," she called and looked over her shoulder from the sink as they entered.&nbsp; "Uh uh," she warned her daughter.&nbsp; "Backpacks on the floor by the table, not on my counter."<br><br>Monica sat the pan to soak and then dried her hands on a towel and folded it before setting it on the counter.&nbsp; She watched as the girls settled in with their snack then brought each of them a glass of milk to wash it down.&nbsp; Standing between them, Monica put a hand on each of their shoulders, fingertips sliding through their so very different hair and just resting on the back of the girl's necks.&nbsp; "Each of you tell me about your day," she instructed.&nbsp; "Adriaana, you first."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 00:55:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra's car, then Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Explaining her day</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Adriaana lightly sighed as Cassandra's music started playing over the stereo again.&nbsp; It wasn't that she listened to bad music, in fact their taste in music wasn't so terribly far off, but Adriaana just wasn't so fond of many American bands.&nbsp; Maybe she would be able to get with Cassandra one day and show her some of her music.&nbsp; She would probably really like Amon Amarth, and maybe some Nightwish if she could just get her to give them a listen.<br><br>In the mean time she simply dealt with the off beat music.&nbsp; It wasn't a long drive and she certainly wasn't going to complain.&nbsp; After all, it was Cassandra's car.&nbsp; She should be able to listen to what she liked.<br><br>Upon arriving at the house, Adriaana quickly grabbed her bag and raced Cassandra inside to the kitchen.&nbsp; Once there, she followed Monica's instructions and put her backpack down on the ground next to her chair and sat down, immediately taking a very large bite out of the cookie.&nbsp; Monica's cookies were so unlike anything you could buy from a store!&nbsp; They were, in a word, perfect!<br><br>While Adriaana was chewing her second bite, Monica showed up beside her, setting down a glass of milk and asked her and Cassandra about their day.&nbsp; Not wanting to be rude, Adriaana took her time to finish chewing the tasty little pastry, and got a small sip of the milk before beginning.&nbsp; "Oh, today was really good Monica.&nbsp; I managed to find all of my classes on time today, and a girl from school promised to contact me sometime this weekend to 'hang out'."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 01:38:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report and Correcting Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Monica?&nbsp; No, that would simply not do.<br><br>"Turn around and look at me, Adriaana," Monica said calmly but in a voice that left no room for argument.&nbsp; "Put your hands in your lap and don't look away from me until I say so."<br><br>Monica let her hands fall from both girl's hair and took a step backward while she waited for Adriaana to comply.<br><br>"I distinctly remember telling you that there were certain rules and expectations of behavior while you are in my home, Adriaana.&nbsp; I understand that things are rather more informal, more... Bohemian in Europe, but you're in my home, not yours.&nbsp; For the time being I am what they call <em>in loco parentis</em> to you.&nbsp; That means I stand in the place of your parent.&nbsp; As such, certain duties and responsibilities are mine.&nbsp; I must feed you, care for your health, provide you with shelter and a safe, loving environment."<br><br>Monica paused and let the moment draw out until it grew uncomfortable.&nbsp; She never once looked away from the lovely girl in front of her.<br><br>"That also means it is my duty to see to your upbringing, young lady.&nbsp; To see that you have firm, consistent rules for behavior and you stay within them.&nbsp; I told you when we met that you may call me Miss Monica or Mother as you prefer.&nbsp; I did not give you leave to address me as anything else.&nbsp; Anything that indicated a relationship between us other than that of a an adult mother and a minor child."<br><br>"When you are sure you understand me, Adriaana, say 'I understand, Miss Monica, and I was wrong.'&nbsp; Then go stand in the corner," she pointed, "without fidgeting until I say you may come out."<br><br>Monica smiled faintly and waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 02:23:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Explaining her day</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Adriaana knew something was wrong immediately given Monica's reaction.&nbsp; She had been staying in her house for two weeks now and there had never been any problems between the two of them, there certainly hadn't been any reason for Monica to get so serious with her like this, thus it was with a rather heavy heart that Adriaana set her cookie back down on her plate and turned her chair around to directly face Monica.&nbsp; She set both hands in her lap and looked into the woman's eyes as requested.<br><br>Adriaana listened closely to Monica's speech.&nbsp; She wasn't really sure just what she had done wrong, which made the period of silence actually all the more unbearable.&nbsp; Not even knowing what she had done wrong, other than that it had upset Monica was so hard to deal with.&nbsp; Then when it came out that she had simply called her by the wrong name it was so strange.&nbsp; It was true that Monica was certainly a good mother, but all the same Adriaana just couldn't help but think of her almost as more of a big sister than a mother.&nbsp; She was so... different from Adriaana's mother that it was hard to even think of the two sharing the same title.<br><br>It was true however that Adriaana had been told that she was to refer to Monica as Miss Monica, and Adriaana had broken that rule.&nbsp; She hadn't meant it, but it was just so easy to think of Monica as a friend.<br><br>When told that she would have to go stand in the corner, Adriaana was mortified.&nbsp; She was going to be punished like she were a five year old in front of Cassandra.&nbsp; Still though, she would rather take the embarrassing punishment and be able to move on rather than upset Monica even more.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."&nbsp; She began, dropping her head slightly.&nbsp; "I understand Miss Monica, and I was wrong."&nbsp; She continued before she did indeed stand up and walk over to the corner, not even thinking about the cookie she was missing anymore.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stargirl</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 03:08:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tom-waugh.com/pics/twins/twins05.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jessica Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>her House, The Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Hearing some strange news</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Jessy smiled to her mother. She was something strict and serious but she was a mommy. Jessica liked when her mother was so lovely and hugged her back. She had no reason to think not all mother are liked hers, but she couldn't stop thinking she liked her mother. Do all daughter love her mommy's like that? Anyway, the way mommy spoke about the club made her all more curious. It didn't sound like anything bad or wrong. Jessica couldn't imagine mommy doing anything illegal anyway, it should be more like some kind of surprise.<br><br>"That is ok, Ellie. It must be fun." she said having no idea what the club was about but trusting on her own mother's smiling. "Mommy wouldn't do anything that would be bad for us, right?" She knew Ellie was nervous and was just trying her to feel better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 10:44:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.funkytrend.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/wildslide111.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Cassandra Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Wincing on the inside </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Cassandra placed her bag carefully by the table, happy to have gotten off lightly and avoided a dressing down from her parent. She chewed slowly on a cookie, waiting for her mum to ask her usual questions about their day. Then, she waited restlessly, until she felt her mother place her hand on her shoulder. As her mother slided her fingers across her neck, Cassie immediately relaxed. There was something reassuring about her mother's touch, which was one of the many reasons she loved her mother dearly despite their differences.<br><br>She sat calmly while Adriaana told her mother about her day, musing silently on whether Adriaana being asked first was a matter of guest protocol on her mother's part, intended to make her feel more at home or if her mother even put that much thought into it. Cassandra dismissed the last as being unlikely. When Adriaana mentioned being contacted to 'hang out' Cassandra narrowed her eyes- she had suspected that Adriaana may be invited to the club someday, and this could well be related.<br><br>Then, she felt her mothers hand tense ever so slightly as Adriaana finished. Cassandra's relaxed state of mind fell away slowly as her mother stepped back and began to speak. Cassie tried not to squirm, wince or show any sign of discomfort as her mother gave Adriaana a thorough dressing down of the type Cassie was oh so familiar with. She felt slightly embarrassed for the poor girl, being disciplined like that in front of her. <strong><em>She is such a sub....</em></strong> thought Cassandra, while she waited for her turn to speak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 12:15:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>That went well.&nbsp; The girl had added something not instructed, but it was sincere and in the proper manner of what she should feel and say so Monica saw no need to make an issue out of it.&nbsp; And she was very, very pleased to see how quickly Adriaana took redirection and punishment.&nbsp; For a moment Monica admired the view of a sweet, lovely young girl bending to Monica's will.&nbsp; Then she had a much darker image of Adriaana bent across her knee taking a spanking and crying beautifully as she tried to be a brave good girl awash in a sea of emotions for Monica's control.&nbsp; A warm feeling sank slowly down into Monica's tummy and she smiled.<br><br>Thanks goodness Cassandra hadn't commented!&nbsp; That would have just ruined the moment if her headstrong daughter had picked this moment to again test her mother's limits of control.&nbsp; <br><br>"Cassandra, you were about to tell me about your day I believe.&nbsp; And what is wrong with your car this time?&nbsp; We can drop it off at Midas on our way out if we need to."&nbsp; Monica tidied up Adriaana's unfinished cookies, dropping them into the trash, but left the glass of milk on the table.&nbsp; Cookies were treats, milk was nutrition.&nbsp; Adriaana lost one and would drink the other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 13:22:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.funkytrend.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/wildslide111.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Cassandra Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Delivering the Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Cassandra made a point of putting down her cookie. While it was tempting in a sort of sadistic way to finish her cookies in front of Adriaana, she did not want to risk earning the enmity of the girl she had to both live with and go to school with. Besides, she would probably get a chance for that kind of behaviour with the other girls in a few hours if she had read into her mother's text right. Turning to face her mother as Monica spoke to her, Cassie answered the usual question.<br><br>"<strong>Oh it was just the usual mum. Maths and Science were boring, which is a shame because Science WAS interesting until they stopped with the dissections and moved on to like, gravity and force and stuff. English would be nice if they stopped making us read through the novel one at a time out loud, that kinda dragged on you know?</strong>" Cassie paused for a moment, biting her lip as she considered the car question.<br><br>"<strong>Umm, with the car its just the radio that doesn't work, which doesn't matter anyway as most of the stuff on the radio is that silly pop stuff... there might be a teeny weeny little itty bitty dent on the bumper though.... but before you freak out, not my fault! This jerk in the parking lot wasn't watching where he was going! Ummm... how was your day?"</strong> Cassie finished, looking just a little bit sheepish and nervous.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 13:49:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"I'll speak to your English teacher," Monica said.&nbsp; "I'll get you permission to read ahead on your own and begin to tackle more challenging material.&nbsp; You have my talent for literature and I won't see it squandered."&nbsp; <br><br>The lip bite.&nbsp; One of Cassandra's signs that what was coming next wasn't entirely pleasant.&nbsp; Her daughter showed some of Monica's inner nature, but she was still just a girl and hadn't learned that her subconscious signals told a person whom knew what to look for a lot about your inner emotions.&nbsp; She'd learn.&nbsp; Perhaps Monica could enroll her in a speaking club or some such.&nbsp; It was worth looking into.&nbsp; Cassandra was her daughter, and Monica wished the very best for her future.&nbsp; <br><br>"Cassandra, don't deflect, please.&nbsp; You know I won't have it," Monica said calmly.&nbsp; "Since you neither called nor texted me about the incident, I will assume you handled it as I taught you; exchanged information, took pictures with your phone and got the names of anyone who saw it.&nbsp; Later on we'll go over things and I'll show you what to do next.&nbsp; I am pleased neither you nor Adriaana were hurt.&nbsp; Things can be replaced but never people.&nbsp; Taking care of someone in your control is your primary duty as we've discussed."<br><br>"Now, finish up and go get ready for this evening, dear."&nbsp; Monica leaned over and kissed the top of her wild daughter's wild hair and ran her fingers through it before going back to finishing up things in the kitchen, completely ignoring Adriaana in the corner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 14:47:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.funkytrend.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/wildslide111.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Cassandra Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Heading off to get ready</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Cassanda suppressed a sigh of relief. She had winced inwardly when her mother mentioned the lack of calling or texting, but it had been nothing compared to what Adriaana went through. She gave Adriaana a friendly wink while her mother was busy in the kitchen before heading of towards the bathroom to shower before changing. She closed the door behind her, before turning the taps to get the water going before pulling of her school clothes one item at a time, piling them on top of the washing hamper.<br><br>Cassandra then stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over her, running in rivulets down her pale, soft skin. She then closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the refreshing feeling of water falling on her naked body after a long day at school. She then leant over, pushing the pump on the bottle to get a squirt of body soap, before grabbing the loofah and getting to work on scrubbing her body- She still felt a bit self conscious about her appearance when at the club, and felt it was important to be clean and smell nice for the other girls anyway. Well, it wasn't really for the other girls, it was for her own self-image, but the effect is the same.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 18:01:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Being chastised</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Things continued to go from bad to worse for Adriaana as she stood in the corner.&nbsp; First she heard the familiar sound of something dropping down into the trash, knowing that it must have been her cookie.&nbsp; Then Cassandra started talking about people slowing down her English class when reading out loud because of people reading slowly, and couldn't help but think of herself.&nbsp; Sure she wasn't in Cassandra's English class, and sure she probably wouldn't have meant her anyways, but Adriaana was one of the slower readers in her class.&nbsp; She could speak English fairly well, even if she did have a bit of a heavy accent, but reading out loud to the class was a bit more difficult for her and some of the people seemed to inwardly sigh when they heard her name being called out to read.<br><br>Then, on top of everything else, for her to hear Cassandra being praised and dismissed only to have Monica simply turn around and go back to the dishes as though Adriaana wasn't even there.&nbsp; It was amazing how a punishment usually reserved only for young children could still be so very effective!&nbsp; Adriaana would much rather have been yelled at and told to finish cleaning the dishes than this! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 20:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Monica let the girl linger in the corner a full ten minutes after Cassandra left.&nbsp; She used the time to clear up everything in the kitchen, save the glass of milk and a plate of six Snickerdoodles she left sitting on the table in front of the milk.&nbsp; After taking off her apron, she hung it up and then looked around.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Everything in the kitchen was just so and in its place . She could faintly hear Cassandra's shower running and knew they still had a few minutes alone.<br><br>"You may come out of the corner now, Adriaana," she said firmly.&nbsp; "Finish your milk and tidy it away then come see me in my room, please."&nbsp; Monica waited until Adriaana turned around then left, leaving the pretty blonde the milk which had been offered - ordered really - to be consumed and the cookies which had not.&nbsp; Her shoes clicked down the hall towards her bedroom and then were muffled by the rugs.<br><br>In her bedroom, Monica undressed down to skin and put her clothing in the hamper or the dry clean bag as appropriate then drew on a black silk dressing robe that came down to almost her knees.&nbsp; She sat at her vanity and began to apply her make-up, trying to make it look as natural as possible.&nbsp; She was no longer twenty and the little ravages of time were just starting to creep into her skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 21:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Being chastised</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br>The continued soft noises of Monica finishing the dishes and putting everything away seemed to echo in Adriaana's ears.&nbsp; The girl had almost given up hope that she would be rescued from the painfully depressing corner anytime soon when she was finally addressed.&nbsp; Unable to believe how excited it made her feel, Adriaana quickly turned around to face Monica to hopefully finally let her punishment be complete only to get little more than a look and Monica turned to leave for her room.<br><br>The glass of milk was far less inviting without the rest of her cookie to have with it.&nbsp; Between that, and it having so long to reach room temperature it took the girl over a minute to force the rest of the drink down.&nbsp; That done, Adriaana quickly washed, rinsed, and dried the glass before putting it away.&nbsp; On the way to Monica's room, Adriaana picked her backpack up off of the floor.&nbsp; She knocked lightly on Monica's door, waited for an invitation and moved inside.&nbsp; "Yes Miss Monica?"&nbsp; She asked, feeling rather confident that she wouldn't make the mistake of calling her just Monica again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 21:40:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Come in, sweetie.&nbsp; Thank you for knocking," Monica said and continued to work on her make-up, eyes glancing in the mirror to watch Adriaana enter.&nbsp; She was so delightful!&nbsp; So timid and shy but determined at the same time.&nbsp; And her voice, that amazing accent.&nbsp; Oh Monica just wanted to eat her all up.&nbsp; She was like a living cookie.<br><br>"Help me brush my hair, please.&nbsp; I usually ask Cassandra but I wanted to talk to you before I leave.&nbsp; It's the set there," she said and pointed to where a brush and comb set in wood rested on the vanity.&nbsp; "You have such pretty hair I know you know how to do it, Adriaana."<br><br>"Sweetie, you don't know how special you are," Monica said shortly.&nbsp; "Some girls are special, like you, and when someone who knows how and why they are special finds them, it's up to the finder to take care of the girl.&nbsp; It's very important for them, for girls like you," she said and sat down an eyebrow pencil.&nbsp; "Girls like you feel things other girls don't.&nbsp; You've always known, been very aware, of what other people are feeling, don't you?&nbsp; When they are happy, you're happy.&nbsp; When they are not, you wonder if it's because you did something.&nbsp; Or you didn't do something.&nbsp; Or there was something you could have done better.&nbsp; Adriaana, not every girl is like that.&nbsp; Very few of you are.&nbsp; It's a gift.&nbsp; A special, lovely gift you have.&nbsp; Lovely like you."<br><br>"Being put in the corner was scary and fun at the same time, wasn't it, sweetie?"<br><br>Monica smiled at Adriaana and gave her time to think about things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 00:06:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Brushing Monica's hair</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Adriaana was a little confused to find Monica in a robe when she came into her room.&nbsp; She knew of course that she and Cassandra were going out that night and needed to get ready, but she had assumed that Monica would have finished up with her before she went about doing that.&nbsp; When the call came to go over and help Monica brush her hair while she did her make-up, she just decided to play along and see what was up.<br><br>She quickly went over and grabbed the brush, getting to work with Monica's ebony hair.&nbsp; While she worked, she was told some rather strange things.&nbsp; How could someone who knew her for such a short amount of time know her like that?&nbsp; It didn't make sense, especially if she herself was still so very confused with Monica.&nbsp; Of course the only difference in her life was Adriaana's presence, but still...<br><br>Then there was that strange question.&nbsp; Why would being sent to the corner be fun?&nbsp; "I... don't know that I understand."&nbsp; She began.&nbsp; "It was maybe a little scary, but it wasn't fun.&nbsp; It was mostly confusing.&nbsp; I haven't been sent to the corner since I was a little girl.&nbsp; Being treated like that in front of Cassandra was...&nbsp; She scrunched up her face as she searched for how to put it only to sigh with frustration and plow onward.&nbsp; "Uncomfortable isn't the right word, but it's close.&nbsp; Then being in the corner, treated like I wasn't there... it is a much better punishment than I realized."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 00:43:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/justafreak/tumblr_m93p71BzuW1qbcnw1o1_500_zpsdcd6ec13.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Danielle Champers</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Dani's bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>No one</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Catching up with old friends</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>No one</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Danielle wandered through her house alone, as her parents had yet to arrive home from work. She passed through the kitchen and grabbed a can of Diet Coke from the fridge before heading up the rear staircase and up to her room. Letting her backpack fall onto her bed, she plopped down into the chair at her desk. A hand reached out to her computer and wiggled the mouse to help coax the screen back to life. It didn't take long before an IM window popped up onto the screen with the text <em>"Hey girl!"</em> written on it.<br><br>When she looked at the screen name, and saw it was Vanessa's, a whole host of bad memories came flushing back to her. While the girl was her best friend, it was hard to forget what happened the last time the two of them saw each other. It was the Friday night before Vanessa was moving off to the dorms hundreds of miles away for her first year of college. Dani wanted to celebrate one last night with her BFF, but Nessa had other plans. The good news though was that Dani was invited along, but only as long as she promised not to tell anyone. But as she got there, and saw what Vanessa's little club was doing, she just became overwhelmed. She felt uncomfortable, but her friend was obviously having fun, so for most of the night, Dani more or less stayed politely out of the way, watching on like a wallflower.<br><br>Even now, when she saw a few of those girls at school, she had a hard time thinking about them in the same way she did before that night. But for now, she looked back to the computer screen. One night of debauchery wasn't enough to tarnish a friendship that had lasted years. Soon enough, her fingers found the keyboard to type out a reply. <em>"Hey. How you been?"</em><br><br>She reached for the remote and spun around in her chair to flip on the TV, not really caring much what was on, but just to have some background noise going. By the time she looked back to her computer, she heard the familiar sound of a reply. <em>"Been pretty good, still getting adjusted thought. How about you? Heading to the club tonight?"</em><br><br>What? How could she even bring that up again? What in her right mind would make her think she wanted to go back? Dani sighed. She didn't want to upset her friend too much, so instead of a firm no, her reply was merely <em>"I dunno, probably not."</em><br><br>There was a pause as Vanessa was typing up a reply, so Dani turned back to the TV, flipping through the channels until she found something she liked, and waited for that familiar beep. <em>"Listen, hun, I've seen some of the browser history on your computer. I know you have at least been interested in some of that stuff at one point in time. And yeah, maybe we got a bit extreme at times, but you are new. No one is saying you got to go that far that quick. Just take it slowly. I promise you'll like it. Just give it one more shot, okay? And if you don't like it, you don't have to go back, and we will never speak of it again, okay?"</em><br><br>Dani looked at the screen for a moment, letting it all sink in. Her friend really did have some sound logic in there, and it was hard to argue with her. Then again, Vanessa was always the kind of girl to get what she wanted anyway. Dani just stared at the screen for a few more minutes, before she finally thought, <em>"Fuck it, one more time couldn't hurt, could it?"</em> and typed up a quick reply of<em> "...Okay."</em><br><br>And with that, she stood up and moved towards her closet. If she was headed out tonight, she needed a change of clothes. But what would she wear?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 03:09:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking About Feelings</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Monica turned and caught Adriaana's hand on the down stroke, long fingers curling around the girl's on the brush.<br><br>"You're still a little girl, Adriaana, for all you're almost grown.&nbsp; You're a little girl inside, where it really matters, and that's why you're so special.&nbsp; You'll always need someone around to take care of her, to guide her, to make her feel special.&nbsp; Because she is.&nbsp; She's very special."&nbsp; Monica smiled and patted Adriaana's hand then took the brush out of it and held it in her own.<br><br>"Correction, punishment if you will, is not supposed to be pleasant.&nbsp; It should be humiliating or painful or both so as to discourage someone from wanting to experience it again.&nbsp; Shame is often as effective as pain, as you saw when I put you in the corner in front of your friend.&nbsp; In front of Cassandra."&nbsp; Monica turned the brush in her hand as she spoke so the bristles were facing up and the flat wooden side facing down.&nbsp; "By ignoring you, I denied you all attention.&nbsp; I told you that you were not worth noticing, not worth being in my presence until I said so."<br><br>"You said it was uncomfortable, or near enough as no matter," she waved the brush dismissively.&nbsp; "Tell me, Adriaana, would you have preferred I put you over my lap and spanked your little bottom with this?"&nbsp; Monica presented the back of the brush and made a quick, downward slapping motion.&nbsp; "Would that have been your preference, little girl?"<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 03:30:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking About Feelings</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Adriaana only continued getting more confused as the encounter with Monica continued.&nbsp; First Monica was telling her that she was special because she was 'a little girl inside', then she was being explained about just what a punishment was supposed to be, and even asked if she thought a different punishment would have been better.&nbsp; All she had done was to try and answer Monica's question.&nbsp; Apparently Monica thought she was complaining.<br><br>"I wasn't saying anything like that Miss Monica."&nbsp; She began.&nbsp; "I was just trying to answer your question... you asked if I thought it was fun.&nbsp; Maybe some of it didn't come out quite right.&nbsp; English isn't my best language, so maybe I wasn't very clear."&nbsp; She hanged her head very slightly at the admission.&nbsp; "Maybe by the time I leave my English will be better."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 03:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking About Feelings</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"None of that now," Monica said firmly and used the tip of the brush to lift Adriaana's chin.&nbsp; "I won't have you down on yourself like that.&nbsp; If I want you to feel ashamed, you'll know it.&nbsp; Understand me?"<br><br>She didn't wait for an answer but stood up and pulled Adriaana into a comforting, mothering embrace.&nbsp; Even though Adriaana was four inches taller, there was no question Monica was in charge.&nbsp; "We'll talk more about this later, dear.&nbsp; You did very well tonight taking your punishment and not whining about it.&nbsp; Now, go get a cookie to replace the one I didn't allow you to finish.&nbsp; You've earned it for the wonderful job you did with my hair.&nbsp; Go on," she said and patted Adriaana on the butt with the back of the hairbrush.<br><br>Delightful child.<br><br>Monica finished getting ready and hoped Cassandra was on track to leave at the same time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 21:59:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Grabbing a cookie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br>It was for times like this that Adriaana couldn't help but think of Monica as much more than a loving older sister.&nbsp; Adriaana had grown up an only child, and Monica was actually pretty close to just what she had always imagined it would be like to have one.<br><br>Adriaana happily accepted the hug and squeezed Monica back.&nbsp; It was so amazing how Monica could just seem to switch gears so very quickly.&nbsp; Moving from being so nice, to being a disciplinarian, right back into loving mother mode in such a short period of time was quite baffling.&nbsp; Maybe it was just all the personal attention that shocked her so much.&nbsp; Adriaana had spent a fair bit of time with her father while going on trips with him, but her mother was always rather distant.&nbsp; She was so wrapped up between her job, and whatever little side project she had going on that sometimes Adriaana felt as though she barely knew the woman.<br><br>"Yes Miss Monica.&nbsp; Have fun tonight!"&nbsp; Adriaana said with a smile and hurriedly made her way back to the kitchen, dropping her bag back down onto the ground where it had been before and sitting down to enjoy a cookie. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 12:17:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.funkytrend.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/wildslide111.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Cassandra Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the shower/Cassandra's room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Getting Ready</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Cassandra stepped out of the shower, turning of the water and quickly drying herself with a towel before wrapping it around her body. Stepping out of the bathroom, she headed for her room to get dressed. She pulled on some special underwear, feeling the enjoyable sensation of leather pulled tight over her skin. Over that she dressed more casually, pulling on a short skit and one of her favourite pairs of stripey stockings. Over her small breasts, straining against her latex bra, she pulled on a sleeveless top that was dark enough to conceal the unusual material of her bra. She then pulled on some comfortable converse shoes before picking up the small backpack which contained the rest of her club outfit, which she would change into when she got there, but only if she would be playing the role of a domme that night. She then went to the bathroom again, putting on small amounts of makeup- just enough to accentuate her looks and to conceal any blemishes.<br><br>After doing that, and making sure her hair was okay, Cassie walked down towards the kitchen to wait for her mum to be ready, sitting down at the counter and rapping her fingers against the hard surface, her excitement and nervousness apparent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 18:54:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tom-waugh.com/pics/twins/twins01.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jennifer Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>her House, The Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Paulette, Jessy, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Reconsidering the "bad" news</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jessy, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Jenny started to shiver a bit as she heard about her mother potentially locking them in the closet.&nbsp; She could not remember if that happened to her before but she had a feeling that at some point, it did.&nbsp; She looked back at her sister and cousin before sighing out just a bit.&nbsp; "Mommy wouldn't harm us at all.&nbsp; She never has as far as I can remember."&nbsp; She admitted as she let out a soft sigh.<br><br>"I wish that I could tell all my friends about club... but... OK.&nbsp; I promise to keep it a secret between us.&nbsp; Brownie's honor!"&nbsp; She added at the end as a reference to her time in the Girl Scouts when she was selling cookies at the front of grocery stores... and making very good money doing it thanks to her outgoing personality.<br><br>Another thought crept into her mind as she let out a wide smile.&nbsp; "Is this a club where we have to dress up and meet... special people?"&nbsp; She asked, cautious about her own sexual preferences.&nbsp; She knew that she could tell her sister anything but this was the one secret that she kept from her sister.&nbsp; She was afraid that her sister may not be as trustworthy about her if Jessy were to find out that she actually liked girl more than just a friendly way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 20:00:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTcOXHPlftHQcjMVrwXqshTxCd9gTqof-1MPWRobHV_T8tGvtjdYQ)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paulette Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her house, the Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Jennie &amp; Jessie, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Receiving promises</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Jennie &amp; Jessie, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Paulette noticed that Ellie wasn't being entirely truthful about the promise she had made, and had a think about what to do about it. Jessy and Jenny, obviously would do as they were told and she had no doubt that even though Jess had not explicitly said the words, her promise was there. Neither of her two girls would dream of lying to her.<br><br>Paulette nodded. "Very well, I shall expect you all three to be dressed appropriately. Jenny, in answer to your question, yes it is, and no you needn't worry." She smiled knowingly at the younger twin, reached out and pulled her close into a hug, then whispered in her ear, <em>"It's girls only, and yes, I know".</em> She stepped back and gave Jessy a hug too, whispering, <em>"I trust you, dear, please trust me too. You will enjoy it I promise".</em><br><br>Paulette stepped back again and grinned at her girls then geve them both a playful swat on the bottom. "Go and get ready. Shower and then put your dressing gowns on. I will bring you what you are to wear". She then turned her eye on her neice. "Ellie, you are to come with me, into <em>my</em> bedroom. Now." Her voice hardened into the tone that even other teachers jumped to obey, and pupils of all ages tried hard to avoid hearing.<br><br>Paulette turned away and marched into her own room, turned and waited for allie to follow. "Shut the door, Ellie".<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 11:51:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/584150450_Kate2_2_123_139lo.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ellie Parker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her House, Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny and Jessy</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Making Promises</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny and Jessy</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Ellie continued to avert her aunt's gaze, staring at the floor as she spoke to the twins.&nbsp; Ellie became more and more confused. What sort of club was it - what clothes would they be given to wear - why did it all have to be a secret?&nbsp; But above all she was put out by the threat of being locked in her room - treated as if she were a 10, and not a grown up 16 year old.&nbsp; <br><br>Ellie snapped out of her thoughts as Aunt Paulette spoke directly to her, ordering her to come to the master bedroom, as the twins were dismissed.&nbsp; Almost as Ellie thought of protesting, the word "<em><strong>Now</strong></em>" cut through the air like a cold knife.&nbsp; Ellie's mother had warned her to be cautious of crossing her aunt - and the tone and authority of voice implied that any argument would be futile.<br><br>Meekly, Ellie stood and followed her aunt to the bedroom, closing the door behind her as instructed.<br><br>She stood before Aunt Paulette trembling slightly, her head still bowed towards the floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 15:31:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tom-waugh.com/pics/twins/twins01.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jennifer Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her House, The Great Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Paulette, Jessy, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Getting assurance</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jessy, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Feeling her Mommy's hug and then hearing the whisper in her ear, Jenny let out a wide beaming smile as she held her Mommy closer to her during the hug.&nbsp; She reached out towards her Mommy's ear and let out a very relieving whisper back.&nbsp; "That means so much to me.&nbsp; Thank you, Mommy."&nbsp; She whispered back, trying to hold back a happy sniffle before she felt the release of the hug.<br><br>Seeing her Mommy hugging her sister, she felt the playful slap on her bottom as she then heard what she was going to do next.&nbsp; The playful swat now had a new meaning to her as she could feel the excitement pouring all through her body.<br><br>"Come on, Sis.&nbsp; You want to pick out our gowns for us when we get upstairs?"&nbsp; She asked her sister as another thought hit her as she started to head upstairs to their bedroom.&nbsp; "Oh, who's turn is it to shower first?&nbsp; Didn't you shower first yesterday?"&nbsp; She asked Jessy while she herself just could not hold back the anticipation of what the evening head would bring.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 21:08:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTcOXHPlftHQcjMVrwXqshTxCd9gTqof-1MPWRobHV_T8tGvtjdYQ)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paulette Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her house, Master Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Ellie (The twins elsewhere in the house)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Laying the law down</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Paulette sat on her bed and beckoned Ellie over, pointing, wordlessly to a spot on the floor. As soon&nbsp; as her niece was standing in the right place, Paulette began talking to her. "Ellie, dear, I think I'm right in saying that both my sister and myself share at least one value in common. It is a value that is highly prized in modern society. I'm sure you will be able top work out what it is, but to save time I will tell you. It is trust.<br><br>"Just to let you realise exactly how important trust is to modern society, I will give you some very specific examples. What do you suppose would happen if, when driving a car, you were unable to trust that most of the other drivers would obey the same rules of the road as yourself? Or how about going into hospital. You trust the doctors to do their jobs correctly. When either of those trusts are broken, well, we see the results on the news!<br><br>"Now, an even bigger trust..." She pulled out a dollar bill. "This is founded on trust. When <em>that</em> trust is broken, we end up with inflation, a destabilized currency, recession, economic collapse. So, do you see how important trust is?"<br><br>Shje waited, then, for the girl to process the lecture, and work out where she was going with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stargirl</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 02:45:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ad3FMBiNo_M/UJfDRh7NXaI/AAAAAAAABVw/8BuFfTuCgZc/s1600/003.JPG)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jessica Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>her House, stairs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Going up stairs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Don't worry mommy. I trust you" She said with a smile before going upstairs with her sister. Even if at first she found it to be a bit odd to have this club thing, mommy have made her to feel much better now. She trusted her mother, even if she was a bit too strict sometimes. Jessica couldn't avoid feeling bad for the way her mommy have talked to her cousin.<br><br>"I don't know..." She said that but her mind was not really there."You may go first..." She paused for a moment when they got to the top of the stairs. She just wished to be sure mommy wasn't close. "Have you seen how mommy was talking to Ellie? I think she is really mad at her. And you know what?" She looked to Jenny with a very serious look. "I have the feeling you know more than what you are talking to me. You know you can't hide anything from me. I know you since before you was born." She grabbed her sister by hand to pull her to their bedroom. "You have something to tell me. Just do it."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 09:53:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/584150450_Kate2_2_123_139lo.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ellie Parker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Aunt Paulette’s House, Master Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Being Told Off</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>&nbsp; Ellie stood at the precise spot where her Aunt had pointed with her finger, her head still bowed to the floor as her feet shuffled nervously on the carpet.&nbsp; One hand twiddled with end of one of her pigtails – something she often did when being told off.<br><br>There was a nervous silence after her Aunt had finished speaking – she was clearly waiting for Ellie to say something.<br><br>“I’m very grateful for you taking me in Aunt Paulette.&nbsp; Things have been pretty bad at home, as you know.&nbsp; I do respect and trust you.&nbsp; B..but it’s all a bit strange to me”, &nbsp;Ellie stuttered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 20:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTcOXHPlftHQcjMVrwXqshTxCd9gTqof-1MPWRobHV_T8tGvtjdYQ)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paulette Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her house, Master Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Ellie (The twins elsewhere in the house)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Pointing out the obvious?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Ellie, darling, I have no doubt that everything here is strange for you, and I can assure you it is about to get much stranger". Paulette reached a hand out and placed a finger under the girl's chin, lifting her face so their eyes met. "I realise that it is hard for you and i am asking a lot for you to trust me. But trust is a two way street, Ellie. I need to know that I can trust you too."<br><br>She stood up, standing so close to the girl that her breasts pressed into her neice's chest.Fourt inches gave her enough extra height to look down into Ellie's face. She placed a hand on the small of Ellie's back, preventing her from stepping away, and tilted the girl's face up with her other hand, that was still under her chin. Paulette began to softly caress Ellie's throat.<br><br>"Now, I know your mother values truthfulness highly, a d so do I. So if you have lied to me, Ellie, be assured I will find out, and I <em>will</em> punish you. Now, I'm giving you a chance to own up, and correct a mistake I feel you may have made. Can I trust you, Ellie? Can i trust you to keep secret that which needs to be kept secret? Or do I have to send you out to go and play video games in the local arcade, for two hours?"<br><br>Paulette was nothing if not perceptive. The threat of locking the girl in her room was what had prompted the lie. Remove that threat and see what happens.<br><br>"You need to know, though, if you don't promise truly, you will be heading back to your mother first thing in the morning!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 15:34:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/584150450_Kate2_2_123_139lo.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ellie Parker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Aunt Paulette’s House, Master Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Being Told Off</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>As Ellie stood before her aunt, her head still lowered towards the floor, she felt a finger beneath her chin lifting her face upwards so she had no option other than to gaze into Aunt Paulette’s eyes – no option to hide the deception that she had been plotting.&nbsp; And then she felt herself pulled forwards, her aunt’s large breasts squashed against her own much smaller chest.&nbsp; As one hand held her firmly at the back, the other tilted her head even further upwards so she had no choice but to look directly at Aunt Paulette, their faces only inches apart.<br><br><em>“…if you have lied to me….I will find out…I will punish you</em>”, she heard her aunt say, the tone of utter authority still in her voice.&nbsp; Ellie shuddered nervously, in no doubt that Aunt Paulette meant every word.<br><br><em>“…I'm giving you a chance to own up….can I trust you, Ellie…..or do I have to send you out to go and play video games?"</em>, her aunt continued.<br><br>Ellie hesitated as the possibilities whirred through her mind.&nbsp; She didn’t want to join this club she knew nothing about, and felt more than intimidated by its secrecy.&nbsp; Going out to play video games seemed a very attractive option to her – and she was just about to say so, when her aunt continued.<br><br><em>“…if you don't promise truly, you will be heading back to your mother first thing in the morning”.</em><br><br>Ellie froze as the words hung in the air.&nbsp; Going back home at this stage was not a pleasant prospect, and her mother would be furious with her.<br><br>“I..I..I’m sorry Aunt Paulette”, Ellie said meekly.&nbsp; “I was going to tell Mom about it.&nbsp; It’s just when you threatened to lock me in my room like a little kid or something.&nbsp; I’m just too – you know – too old to be punished like that.&nbsp; But I’m sure what you have planned will be fun for me, or you wouldn’t invite me.&nbsp; So I’ll come and I promise not to tell”, Ellie added with considerable reservation, but the utmost sincerity.&nbsp; “Do I get to dress up in something pretty – will there be lots of fun games to play?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 18:18:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tom-waugh.com/pics/twins/twins01.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jennifer Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her and Jessy's bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Jessy</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Fessing up</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Jessy</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It was a long time since Jenny felt her sister pulling her by the hand and into their bedroom.&nbsp; She knew that once she was pulled by hand that something serious was about to happen.&nbsp; She too was wondering why Mommy seemed to be mad at Ellie but everything seemed to be deflected back at her as her sister asked the all important request.<br><br>It was true that Jenny couldn't hide anything from her older sister for very long.&nbsp; She tried to hide this secret for as long as she could remember but now, it was time to fess up and tell her sister what she knew deep inside of her mind and body all along.&nbsp; Letting out a very loud sigh, she started to let out a small gulp as she felt very nervous.&nbsp; She knew that Mommy was accepting of who and what she was but the big question in her mind was, 'Would Sis accept me too if I tell her?'.<br><br>Scratching the back of her neck, this was another sign of her nervousness as she started to explain.&nbsp; "Remember... Remember when you kept asking me about boys and getting my advice?&nbsp; Remember how much I helped you but I didn't seem that interested in the boys?"&nbsp; She asked as she let out another nervous gulp.&nbsp; "I wasn't interested because... I always liked girls... in more than a friendly way."&nbsp; She admitted as she looked away from her sister.&nbsp; "I was afraid of telling you because I wasn't sure how you would react to this.&nbsp; This... this is very hard for me and... I was hoping to tell you when I was ready to but... but..."&nbsp; She looked back at her sister one more time with a small tear in her eye.<br><br>"I'm so sorry for hiding this from you for this long, Sis.&nbsp; I never wanted to hurt you and I never wanted to harm you.&nbsp; I promise that this was the only secret that I kept from you.&nbsp; Mommy already knows about it.&nbsp; I don't know how she knew.&nbsp; I guess that it was Mother's intuition.&nbsp; I don't know."&nbsp; She explained as she asked one more question to her sister.&nbsp; "Can you forgive me for hiding this from you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 22:44:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://justdanicacollins.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/boss-in-boots2.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paulette Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her house, Master Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Ellie (The twins elsewhere in the house)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Accepting and giving trust.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Ellie, Jenny, Jessy</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Paulette considered for a moment, and nodded. This time there was much more truth in the words. "Very good, darling. Now, the club is basically about girls doing naughty things with each other. That's why it's a secret. You, my dear, are going to be glad you decided to join. Let me say that if you really don't enjoy it, then next meeting you can go out and spend the evening in the mall with some friends, except that I think most of your friends will be here..."<br><br>She smiled and pressed her mouth on the younger woman's in a passionate kiss. "That was a taster. There will be lots of fun games to play, and you will wear something pretty."<br><br>The older woman released her niece and walked to the closet, pulling out threecarrier bags. The first was labelled "Ellie". "You are to wear what is in this bag and only what is in this bag. If you need help putting it on, come and see me." The other two bags were labelled "Jes" and "Jen". "Please give these to the twins and tell them the same, that they are to wear what is in the bag and nothing else."<br><br>Paulette then gave Ellie a sharp smack on the behind. "Go get changed, precious. Our guests will be arriving soon."<br><br>As soon as Ellie was out of the door, Paulette pulled out her mobile and sent texts to the existing club members.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">We're on for tonight, usual time. Three new members in my house. Should be a fun evening.</tt> <br><br>With that done, she undressed, showered and changed into a tight black leather bodiceand skirt, black silk panties, fishnet stockings and pvc boots. (http://justdanicacollins.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/boss-in-boots.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>On opening their respective bags, the three girls would find the following clothing:<br><br>Jenny: A black leather mini-dress (http://swimkitten.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/b/l/black-mini-dress-lace-up-mini-dress-leather-mini-dress.jpg.jpg); black lace panties with ribbons keeping the crotch closed (http://dm61q01mhxuli.cloudfront.net/images/m123/image2/mo2750bk.jpg?prodname=Crotchless+Lace+Panty+Black); a black suspender belt (http://www.fredandginger.com/shop/images/detailed/0/Susbelt_front_1.jpg); black fishnet stockings; black leather knee-high stiletto boots (http://www.eveallure.com/image/product/m/120710/100mm_stiletto_heel_black_leather_knee_boots_9317_1.jpg).<br><br>Jessy: A white leather corset (http://www.shopofcosplay.com/images/lingerie/1702-1-1.jpg) that cupped under her breasts; a white lace bra, pantie and suspender belt set (http://bridalmusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Agent-Provocateur-Bridal-Lingerie-6.jpg) which are all-but see-through; sheer white stockings, a white lace skirt (http://www.salecatcher.com/wholesale-clothing/bali-beach-clothing-l/6pleats-mini-skirt-001.jpg), white leather low healed shoes (http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS5Z6LVQ2WAXnH8L2q60EeHtFGpRztjPRlSvBdf9PaZ3n4b-ISI-g).<br><br>Ellie: A soft pink cotton knee length skirt (http://www.queenofholloway.com/images/dots%20pink%20thumb.jpg); pink knee-socks (http://cdna.lystit.com/photos/2012/12/05/kate-spade-holiday-pink-holiday-sparkle-knee-high-socks-product-2-5728062-918422585_large_flex.jpeg); a pink and white lace basque (http://image.dhgate.com/upload/spider/e/070/014/e_83n0vt014070_0.jpg); pink sandles (http://www.onlyminx.co.uk/images/products/medium/1264899221-87885300.jpg).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 23:38:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/justafreak/tumblr_m93p71BzuW1qbcnw1o1_500_zpsdcd6ec13.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Danielle Champers</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Dani's house</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>No one</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting ready</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>No one</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>As she stepped out of the shower, she heard someone downstairs. A quick peek through the blinds later, Dani realized her mom had finally come home from work. Dad probably wasn't long behind. She slipped her robe on, hair still wet and slicked back out of her face, and headed downstairs. When she came into the kitchen, her mom was already on the phone, glancing through the mail at the same time. Her mom was ordering a pizza, which told Dani that it was a rather rough day at work, at the last thing she wanted to do was cook.<br><br>The phone was hung up soon after Dani walked in, and her mom smiled at her. <em>"Hey there hun. Looks like you've got some plans tonight."</em><br><br><strong>"Yeah, gonna hang out with some other girls from school. Nothing that special."</strong> Dani gave a shrug and, well, it wasn't a lie. More like a half-truth really. Besides, her parents were always encouraging her to get out of the house a bit more and have some fun. Well, after her homework was done of course.<br><br><em>"Okay. But you know the rules. If you are going to be late for curfew for any reason, call us."</em> Dani's mom wrapped an arm around her and kissed the girl's cheek. Dani hugged her mom and smiled, turning to head back upstairs. <em>"Oh, and Dani, I got some pizza coming in about twenty to thirty minutes if you want to grab a bite to eat before you go."</em><br><br><strong>"Thanks, mom."</strong> And with that, Dani offered up a smile and headed back up to her room. She glanced at the outfit she had laid out on her bed. Sure, it wasn't anything like what she saw some of the other girls wearing last time. But she didn't have anything like that. Hopefully though they'd understand and would at least appreciate the effort Dani was making to make herself look good. But looking like that took time, so she grabbed her hair dryer and stood in front her mirror as she started to get ready.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 23:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's Home then The Club</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Last Minute Instructions and Departure</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana and Cassandra</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><tt class="bbc_tt">Three?&nbsp; You must be half Gypsy to work that much magic.&nbsp; Cassandra and I are on the way shortly.&nbsp; I have to sort out a girl.&nbsp; No, not that kind of girl.&nbsp; Pity.&nbsp; Lovely lips really and so adorably innocent.</tt>&nbsp; <br><br>Monica sent the message then threw on a simple black shawl wrap on top of her outfit.&nbsp; Monica's outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/5d3495034bc6a953fed4bee0ee0e9682/tumblr_mhvflcwFOk1rlxy60o1_500.jpg) was long flowing skirt that went clear down to the floor and hung straight but was cut full.&nbsp; A Domme couldn't be expected to hobble around like some silly girl.&nbsp; Atop that a leather cincher cum corset nipped her waist in and pushed her boobs up.&nbsp; She completed the look with a little pair of adorable lace gloves and a silly-anywhere-but-at-the-Club necklace; a heavy thing with wings on a sturdy chain.&nbsp; With the shawl as a wrap and gloves in her purse, it looked merely like she was wearing something that might pass at the symphony.&nbsp; And if anyone did see?&nbsp; Monica didn't care.&nbsp; She knew who she was and what she liked.&nbsp; The only reason she tried to conceal it was for the security of the Club and the girls.<br><br>Cassandra was far less confident than her mother and had most of her outfit in the backpack.&nbsp; Monica gave her daughter a sharp, appraising look then nodded in approval.&nbsp; She handed over the keys to her BMW x5 to Cassandra.&nbsp; "You'll drive.&nbsp; Your seat and mirror are in setting number 2.&nbsp; Please do not mess with 1 as those are my settings.&nbsp; Go on.&nbsp; I have to talk to Adriaana."&nbsp; She smiled at her daughter, giving Cassandra the rare privilege of driving the SUV.&nbsp; She kissed Cassandra on the cheek then found Adriaana.<br><br>"You have my cell," she told the beautiful blonde girl.&nbsp; "Use it if you must, but don't be casual with it.&nbsp; I'd prefer not to be interrupted while Cassandra and I are out.&nbsp; No more cookies and I'd like you to text me when you go to bed so I know you're safe.&nbsp; Absolutely no boys in the house, Adriaana.&nbsp; And I know you know where the liquor cabinet is.&nbsp; I also know you know I have a hairbrush," she warned.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, be a good girl and I'll see you very late tonight or early tomorrow morning."&nbsp; She held Adriaana's hands in her own then kissed her.<br><br>On the lips.<br><br>It was brief, not at all forceful, but it was absolutely not the way a mother kissed her daughter.&nbsp; <br><br>Monica joined Cassandra in the BMW, taking a seat in the back.&nbsp; "Something classical on the radio, please, Cassandra," she instructed and sat back to be driven to the Club.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mysterica</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 00:30:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, Adriaana's Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Becoming Confused</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Jenny</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Adriaana was rather shocked when Monica walked down.&nbsp; It was certainly true that the woman never dressed like a slouch, and certainly not when she was going out, but this was something that Adriaana had never seen.&nbsp; Between the way she was dressed, her facial features, and the way she carried herself, she could quite easily have passed of as Tarja Turunen, the former singer for Nightwish, Adriaana's favorite band!&nbsp; Adriaana wondered in the back of her mind where she and Cassandra were heading out to, but imagined that, given the way Monica was dressed, it was somewhere that had been planned long before Adriaana had arrived, and possibly even before Monica had decided to house an exchange student.<br><br>Adriaana kept still through most of Monica's quick little run through of the rules, throwing in a quick "Yes Miss Monica" just before Monica grabbed her hands and leaned in to kiss her.&nbsp; That certainly took Adriaana a bit aback.&nbsp; Truth be told she wasn't at all a stranger to being kissed, by guys or girls, but usually she had at least seen it coming, or only hadn't because of one or two too many biers.&nbsp; Then, to watch her simply walk away out to the car left Adriaana even more confused.<br><br>Adriaana was certainly not an expert on American culture, but she knew that the rules of engagement were rather more lax in Europe and what just happened would be weird even there.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't unpleasant, in fact Monica had velvety soft lips great for kissing, but hadn't she just been told that the only relation between them was to be that of a mother and daughter?&nbsp; Mothers certainly didn't kiss their daughters on the lips.&nbsp; It was amazing how such a small act could be such a big deal.<br><br>Adriaana focused on what it meant for several minutes before deciding that it was probably for the best just to wait until they met again to think of it any more.&nbsp; Otherwise she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself that night at all.&nbsp; Maybe in the mean time she could try and find something to get her mind away from that little kiss.&nbsp; She went over to her bedside, grabbed up her phone and decided to send a text message to that Jenny girl.<br><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Jenny, are you free tonight.&nbsp; My family is going out for the night and I was wondering if you still wanted to get together.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 12:31:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/584150450_Kate2_2_123_139lo.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ellie Parker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Twins Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Jenny, Jessy</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Handing over the bags</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Jenny, Jessy</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Ellie stood at the threshold of Jenny and Jessy’s bedroom door, clutching the three bags that she had been given, and knocked.<br><br>Her mind was still whirling a little from her experience in her aunt’s bedroom.&nbsp; She felt she had wanted to say something, to protest what she was really feeling, but Aunt Paulette had such an overwhelming authority that resistance seemed futile.&nbsp; And Ellie had no doubts that when her aunt had threatened to punish her – that she had meant every word.&nbsp; There was also the threat of being sent back home, with the dire consequences that would have.<br><br>She still felt she should have protested at the way she had been treated, held firmly so that her small breasts were crushed tightly against her aunt’s chest – and then the kiss – not an endearing peck on the cheek that a niece might expect – but one that was full on her lips, the tip of her aunt’s tongue swirling inside her mouth.&nbsp; It was the kiss that she had seen Aunt Paulette give the twins – but neither had flinched at this.&nbsp; “<strong>Maybe I’m being silly</strong>”, Ellie thought to herself.<br><br>Ellie was still confused.&nbsp; He aunt had promised it would be fun with “<em>girls doing naughty things with each other</em>”.&nbsp; What did that mean – were they going to stay up late, eat lots of chocolate ice cream?&nbsp; &nbsp;And what was in the bags – why would she need help to get dressed she wondered?&nbsp; Carefully she reiterated the instructions in her mind to pass to the twins – “<em>wear what is in the bag, and only what is in the bag</em>”.<br><br>Ellie knocked again, this time more loudly.&nbsp; “<strong>Jenny, Jessy – are you in there.&nbsp; I’ve got something for you</strong>”, she called.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stargirl</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 02:57:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ad3FMBiNo_M/UJfDRh7NXaI/AAAAAAAABVw/8BuFfTuCgZc/s1600/003.JPG)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Jessica Neumann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>her House, stairs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Up stairs and surprised</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Paulette, Jenny, Ellie</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Jessy was surprised. She had no idea what to say. Her lips moved first but making no sound. It was so much a shock to find about all that. Not that she would disapprove or not her sister. She couldn't even think about that. The most disturbing was to think that her sister would be afraid of talking anything to her. It was sure that she wasn't expecting that too and she was disappointed with herself no haven't noticed it early. What else have mommy told Jenny? Is there something else she didn't told her yet? What is about this new club and what Jenny just told her?<br><br>After a silence that looked like taking forever all she would say was "I'm sorry. I didn't know..." And then Elli called from the door, interrupting that long pain. "Yes, Ellie, we are here. You can get in, the door is open"<br><br>was this a escape or just more pain? She didn't know now. Maybe it was just the time she was needing right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 13:58:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/584150450_Kate2_2_123_139lo.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ellie Parker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Twins Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Jenny, Jessy</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Handing over the bags</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Jenny, Jessy</td></tr></tbody></table>Ellie was about to knock again when she heard one of the twins calling to her to come in – she could never tell from their voices whether it was Jenny or Jessy.&nbsp; Ellie opened the door and walked in.<br><br>She had intended to stay and chat awhile – maybe try and find out a bit more of what was going on – but Ellie could sense an atmosphere in the room between the twins, and could sense that maybe her presence wasn’t appreciated.<br><br><strong>“I’ve brought these from Aunt Paulette”</strong>, Ellie said as she handed the bags across to the twins.&nbsp; “<strong>They have the clothes in we are all meant to wear tonight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Aunt Paulette was very firm in the instructions</strong>", Ellie added, “<strong>we are to wear what is in the bag, and only what is in the bag</strong>”.<br><br>“<strong>Uhmmm – I’ve no idea what is inside them</strong>”, Ellie continued.&nbsp; “<strong>I’ve not looked yet – but I was promised it would be something pretty.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Well I guess I’d better go and get changed</strong>”, Ellie said.&nbsp; “<strong>See you later</strong>”, she added as she opened the door and walked to her own bedroom.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The after-school girl's club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esseria</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 01:20:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/Athletic.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Andrea Eriksen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her car</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Driving</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"What, too lazy to walk?" Andrea patted Sam on the shoulder. "Of course I'll take you home, too." She finished her apple as they walked,&nbsp; tossing the core into a trash can with a casual toss and pulling out her keys. <br><br>Andrea led her invitee over to her black mustang, a couple model years old, and tossed her bag in the rear seat. "There's trail mix in the glove compartment if you want a snack." If Sam opened it, she'd also find a black thong and pair of handcuffs stuffed inside. Once both were seated, she brought the engine roaring to life; the radio came on with it.<br><br><em>Everybody's looking for something</em><br><br>She pulled out of the lot. "Glad you decided to come along, Sam. Going to be a lot of fun."<br><br><em>Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you.</em><br><br>Andrea drove fast, but smoothly. "When do you need to get home? Wouldn't want you parents to worry."<br><br><em>Some of them want to abused you. Some of them want to be abused.</em>
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