Case History 4 Subject: Bridget O.

AGE: Thirteen I

INTERVIEW ONE

Thirteen-year-old Bridget was my first appointment of the week. She was a short girl with a slim figure, a cute, impish face and long blond pig-tails that hung straight down on each side of her face.

She was a happy-looking young lady, with a bright, cheery smile, rosy red cheeks and sharp blue eyes. But I knew that there was much for j the poor girl to be unhappy about.

I wasn't sure about all the details, but the general situation seemed to be that some unfortunate incident had happened to her at school that was having a marked influence on her behavior. For instance, normally an excellent student, Bridget's grade had dropped to average and below. In addition, Bridget had been staying home from school quite a bit recently, complaining of various ailments. But up until recently, her mother informed me over the phone, she had hardly ever been sick. And the young thing certainly looked healthy to me.

So I asked her into my office, had her sit down, and asked young Bridget to tell me what had happened.

"Gosh, Doc, I don't really know where to begin. I mean, I've never been in a psychiatrist's office before! I guess I'm kind of nervous.

I guess it all started the day the second semester began. You know, I was an honor student the first semester. Straight A's. Well, almost. I got a B in gym. Oh, that's all right, though. I guess I'm just not very athletic!

Anyway, that was the day I met Joy. She's my best friend now, but she just came to school a little while ago. She moved here from Chicago.

You'd like Joy. She's real pretty. Everyone likes her.

Well, Joy and I had the same homeroom. She was my desk partner. You know, we have those old attached desks, and her is the one attached to mine. Since we were sitting right next to each other, Mrs. Furbish-she's our teacher-told me that I should show Joy around the school, you know, show her where the lunchroom was and stuff like that.

Well, I didn't mind one bit. I could tell right off that Joy was friendly, the type of girl you'd want to hang around with. We became friends right away.

It's really swell having a best friend like Joy. We do all sorts of stuff together. Like if we're playing Softball during gym, we always get on the same team. And we go ice-skating together, and horse-back riding.

I guess that when our moms let us start to go out with guys we'll even double-date a lot.

Of course, sometimes Joy and I sneak out to see boys anyway. After all, Doc, we're thirteen. That should be old enough to go out, shouldn't it? I know some girls who've been going out since they were twelve!

Actually, Joy and I kind of already have boyfriends. Tom and Mike. They're a few grades ahead of us, and they're real cute.

Sometimes we sneak out on Saturday night and we meet then at the movies. Actually, our parents know we're going to the movies. They just don't know that we meet our boyfriends there.

You won't tell on me, will you Doc? Not that we do anything bad. I mean, we don't screw them or anything. We just sit up in the balcony and make out. Sometimes we French with them, but that's as far as we'll go. I won't even let Tom touch me on the tits, not even over my blouse.

Joy lets Mike play with her boobs, though. She lets him slide his hand under her shirt, and she even lets him undo her bra. She likes the way Mike tickles her nipples. But she won't let him do anything else, like put his hand down her pants or finger her pussy. Not yet, at least.

After all, we don't want to end up getting pregnant, like May Gardner, who had to leave school real quick for six months while she lived with her aunt in San Francisco.

You know, Joy and I meet lots of guys. Tom and Mike aren't our first boyfriends. They're just the ones we have now. We used to go out with two brothers named Pat and Jack. But they were too fresh! They wanted us to screw them and stuff.

Well, to get back to my story, Joy and I were becoming really good friends. We hung around with each other at school all the time. We had most of the same classes together. Homeroom. Spanish. Home Ec. And gym.

Gym, yecchhh! That's where all this trouble started!

Our gym teacher's name is Ms. Quinn. I hate her! And not just because she only gave me a B for the first semester, either. I hate her because she stinks! And I don't mean under her arms!

She's a really strange woman. She's only about twenty-four years old, but she looks mean enough to be forty. She's got a lot of muscles and she's real strong. Her hair is cut real short, too. She almost looks like a man. And sometimes she acts like one.

Some of the girls say she's a fag, but that's silly! I know that only men can be fags!

You know why I hate her? For a lot of reasons. I'll tell you one good one right now.

It has to do with Joy.

Well, ever since Joy first came to the school, ever since the first day of gym class when Ms. Quinn was assigning lockers and handing out gym uniforms, you could tell that Ms. Quinn liked Joy. She used to treat her really nice, and rub up against her and touch her whenever she could.

Especially after the first time she saw Joy in the shower. You know, after gym class, every girl has to take a shower. It's a rule. If you forget, you get points taken off your grade.

Anyway, you should have seen Ms. Quinn's eyes pop out when she saw Joy naked!

Joy's got a really fantastic body. Nothing like mine. I mean, I don't have a bad body. I am kind of skinny, but my skin is soft and my breasts are starting to get bigger.

But they're nothing like Joy's! Wow, does she have big ones! They're real white and soft, and they stand up nice and firm without a bra or anything. And her nipples are so cute. They look like yummy red cherries!

And Joy's not skinny, not like me. She's got a narrow waist, but her hips are getting wide and she has the cutest looking ass.

Hee-hee. I feel like pinching it every time I see it!

She's got beautiful legs, too, but the nicest thing about her whole body is her pussy. Joy's blond, like me, only my pussy is kind of dark.

But Joy's isn't. Her whole pussy is covered by curly blond hair. And her pussylips are big and red, too.

Wow! You should have seen old Ms. Quinn almost fall over looking at Joy while she took that shower! It was almost kind of funny, except that it made me a little jealous.

Well, every time Joy used to take a shower, Ms. Quinn would make sure that she walked through the shower room at least four or five times. And each time all she'd do was stare at Joy's tits and pussy.

One day she made Joy stay after class. She told her she wanted to discuss Joy's grade, and she got joy into her office and. closed the door and locked it.

Joy told me what happened. She told me that Ms. Quinn wanted her to take her clothes off. Ms. Quinn told Joy that she knew a way to make Joy's cunny feel real good. Ms. Quinn wanted to lick Joy's pussy with her tongue. She walked over to Joy and started to feel her breasts. She rubbed her hands over Joy's tits, and then she started to rub her hand over Joy's pussy. Then she tried to kiss her!

Well, Joy wasn't about to put up with any of it. No, sir. She jumped up and told Ms. Quinn that if she didn't leave her alone, that she was going to start screaming.

I guess that's all it took. Ms. Quinn must have ,got scared, and she let Joy out of her office. She told Joy not to tell anybody about what she said or did.

Well, of course, since I'm her best friend the first thing that Joy did was to tell me what Ms. Quinn had tried to do to her. I told her that she should tell the principal, Mr. Woods, but Joy said that no one would believe her and that she'd just get in trouble.

The next day, after gym, Joy and I were sitting on the bench in front of our lockers, drying ourselves off. We had a free period that day, so we didn't have to hurry or anything. Joy and I just sat there talking, kind of comparing our bodies. We were both naked. I told Joy how pretty her tits and pussy were, and she said that she liked my body too.

We started talking about what had happened between Joy and Ms. Quinn the day before. We both thought it was kind of funny, actually, that ugly Ms. Quinn would want to kiss Joy.

Then something funny happened. I don't know if it was me or it Joy brought it up, but we started talking about what it would feel like to have someone lick your pussy. We talked about it for awhile, and the more we talked about it the more we felt like doing it.

I mean, when we were talking about how good it must feel, my cunny started to get wet and tingly. And so did Joy's. I looked down, and saw the her pussy was getting wet.

So you know what? We decided to try it!

We put the towels down on the floor of the locker room. Everyone else had gone to class, so we were all alone in there. Joy lay down on her back, and she spread her legs apart. I kneeled down over her, with my head between her legs and with my pussy right over her mouth. That way, both of us could lick each other at the same time.

I put my head up to her cunny and started licking at it. I licked all around her pussylips and I stuck my tongue into her hole. Mmmmm! It tasted so sweet! Like candy! Mmmmmm! I licked up all the juice that was in her hole.

And she did the same to me. I could feel her tongue swirling all over around the outside of my cunny. Then, I felt it when she put her tongue up my hole and started to slide it in and out of me.

Oooooh! Did that feel so good! Mmmmmmm! I remember that I started to feel all shivery and tingly. We started licking each other as fast as we could. Joy's legs started shaking, she liked it so much, and so did mine!

Wow! We were licking each other for a long time. It was delicious!

But then! Oh, boy. Then's when all the trouble started.

Right then, Ms. Quinn walked in!

Boy, was she mad! She started yelling and screaming! I thought for a minute that she was going to hit us!!

But she just yelled and yelled. She called Joy a little two-bit slut, and a lot of dirty names.

But I was the one she was after. She looked at me like she really hated me. She slapped me right across the face and told me that I was in for a lot of trouble.

You know what, Doc. I think that she was jealous that Joy and I were licking each other's pussy.

She told me that I was going to really get it. I started crying. I begged her not to do anything to me.

She made us get dressed and follow her up to Mr. Woods office. She made us sit in the front room while she went back to talk to him. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but when she came out she had this really mean smile on her face.

"Well, Bridget and Joy, Mr. Woods wants to see you. Go right in!" she said to us.

Well, up to then, things had been going pretty bad. But getting caught by Ms. Quinn was nothing compared to what was going to happen to us in Mr. Woods's office!

Oh, Doctor, it was terrible!! "

At this point, young Bridget became very upset. She started crying, and she could hardly even speak. In view of her emotional state, I decided that it would be much better if we took a break here. The poor child was undergoing a severe emotional strain, and I needed a fairly unemotional, objective account of whatever had taken place that day in the principal's office for my diagnosis.

So I sent Bridget home with her mother, who was waiting outside of my office, very concerned. I gave her mother the prescription for a mild sedative that would help ease Bridget's strain. I asked her if it would be possible to bring Bridget in tomorrow. She said she would.

INTERVIEW TWO

When Bridget returned to see me the next day, she was much more composed. The sedative, and a good night's rest, had done what I had hoped they would.

When she sat down in my patient's chair, I asked her if she felt well enough to tell me the story of what happened that day. I impressed upon her the fact that it was vital for me to get as accurate an account as possible. She told me that she felt up to it.

"Oh, I feel much better now, Doc. I slept a long time last night. And before I went to bed I talked to Joy on the phone. She told me that everything was going to be all right, that you were going to help me.

You know, she went to a psychiatrist too because of what happened. There for a while, she used to cry all the time and everything. And she used to get real crabby, too. We even had a fight once! But we made up right away.

You know what also makes me feel good? This is the second day in a row that I haven't had to go to school!

Well, I guess I should get started, huh? I guess now's the time to tell you about what went on in Mr. Woods's office.

Well, when we walked in there, both Joy and I were pretty scared. We knew that we were in a lot of trouble.

I mean, any time you have to see the principal, it isn't good. But we knew that Mr. Woods knew about what we'd done, so we were pretty scared. We just kind of stood in front of him, shaking like leaves.

Not that Mr. Woods is big or anything. He's not. In fact, he's kind of short and mousy.

But it's his face that's scary. He's got such a mean-looking face. It's all kind of puckered up, like your skin looks when its been in the water too long. And his eyes! They're small and beady, and they kind of roll around in his eyes like little beads.

And his mouth! It's always kind of grinning, but not because he's happy or anything. It kind of looks like he's thinking up dirty tricks to play on people all the time.

And boy! Did he play a dirty trick or two on Joy and I that day!

He was sitting behind his desk, just staring at us like we were the lowest people in the whole world. He was tapping his fingers on the desk, kind of like playing a drum.

"Well, I suppose you two know what you're in here for," he snickered. "First of all, I want to ask you if what Ms. Quinn told me was true. She said that she caught you two on the floor of the girl's locker room in a very compromising position. To be precise, she said that she caught you tasting one another's female sex organ! Is what she said true?! "

Joy and I nodded our heads. Oh boy, were we in for it!

Mr. Woods banged his hand down real hard on his desk. It sounded like thunder or something.

"I will not tolerate that kind of behavior from the girls in my school!" he yelled.

Then he asked us if we knew how he punished young girls who've been naughty. Since I'd never been in trouble before, and since Joy had only been there a little while, we told him we didn't.

"Have you ever heard of the paddle?" he told us.

Then he got up and walked to his closet. He opened up the door, reached in, and pulled out this long piece of board with a handle on it. He walked over to us and told Joy to pull down her pants and bend over. He told me to watch while her gave Joy her whacks.

Wow, Doc, that was really terrible! I had to stand there while he hit Joy right on her butt with that paddle. He smacked her pretty hard, and you could hear the loud slap that the wood made when it landed on Joy's ass.

Wow, I thought, that sure must hurt!

Of course, I was about to find out for myself.

He hit Joy about four or five times. By the time he finished, poor Joy's ass was all red. She was crying, too.

"All right, it's your turn for whacks!" Mr. Woods said to me. Now pull down your pants and bend over."

I bent over and shut my eyes real tight. I was hoping that if I shut them hard enough, it wouldn't hurt so much. I got ready for him to whack me.

Then I felt the paddle hit me right in the rear, so hard it almost knocked me over. I felt a sharp, stinging pain all through my body. It really hurt!

Then he hit me again and again, each time harder than the first. He was really slapping my ass with that piece of wood! And it hurt!

Well, he must have hit me about four or five times, and my ass was sore. It felt like it was burning up, like there were a million hot needles being stuck into me!

Well, I couldn't stand it! I didn't care if he was the principal, I wasn't going to just stand there and let him whack my ass!

So I stood up and pulled up my pants. I was mad!

"See here, young lady, I'm not done punishing you yet! Pull down your pants and bend over again for more whacks! I will not tolerate such insolence!" he yelled at me.

Well, Doc, I know it wasn't the right thing to do, and I don't know what made me say it, because I never talk that way. But I'm glad I did. I mean, he had it coming to him.

You know what I. said to him right then?

"Fuck off."

That's right. I told the old buzzard to fuck off.

Boy, you should have seen his face! You know what I did when I saw him looking at me like that, all shocked out of his mind? I started laughing at him.

Well, that really did it! His face started to turn all red and he started shaking. When Joy and I saw him clench his fist, we got really scared. We tried to run out the door.

But Mr. Woods jumped in front of us and locked it.

"You're really going to get punished now!" he said, "and not by just getting whacked with the paddle!"

He grabbed us by our wrists and threw us down on his couch. I don't know, maybe we should have fought him, but we were so scared of what he was going to do to us that we just sat on the couch, shaking.

"Now you're going to find out how I punish the especially naughty girls!" he told us.

He went back to his closet and took out a whole bunch of leather straps, and a whip. He told us that if we didn't want to get really hurt bad that we'd better take off all of our clothes. Woods told us that we better shut up and stop crying, or he was really going to give it to us. He told us to take of all of our clothes really quick, or he'd start whipping us till our skin was raw!

Well, Joy and I were his prisoners. We didn't have much choice, so we stripped. The two of us were standing right in front of Mr. Woods, totally naked.

You should have seen him then! The look in his eyes! He looked like he was on fire!

And then I noticed something else. I noticed a big bulge in his pants, right in his crotch!

Gosh, Doc, I'd never seen anything like it before in my life! Old Mr. Woods was standing there in front of us, sweating like a pig. He was looking up and down at Joy's pussy and at mine and that bulge in his pants kept getting bigger and bigger. I thought it was going to bust open any minute!

"The punishment shall fit the crime, girls!" he said to us. Then he told us to get in the 'sixty-nine position.'

Well, Joy and I didn't know then what he meant. We'd never heard of the sixty-nine before. Well, I guess Mr. Woods must have noticed that we didn't know what he meant, because he explained to us that we should start doing what we were doing when Ms. Quinn found us in the locker room.

Well, to be honest with you, Doc, that didn't sound all that bad. I mean, it was fun the first time, and I was almost looking forward to tasting Joy's cunny again, and to having her run her tongue up and down my slit.

So Joy lay down on the couch and I climbed over her, so that while I was licking her pussy, she was doing the same to mine. After being spanked by Mr. Woods, and half scared to death, it was kind of nice to be doing the 'sixty-nine.'

All the tension of getting spanked and of having to strip had gotten both of us pretty excited, I guess. I mean, when I saw Joy lying down on that couch waiting for me, I felt my pussy begin to throb and get hot and wet. And when I kneeled over Joy and began to suck on her twat with my mouth, she was all hot and wet too. The honey in her pussy tasted like sweet peaches! It was so yummy, I ran my tongue all over her slit.

And she did the same to me. In a little while, we weren't scared at all anymore. We were just tonguing each other like crazy. It was neat.

For a while, Mr. Woods just stood there watching. Then, when Joy and I started getting real hot, he zipped down his pants and took out his pecker. I looked over and saw him jerking his hand up and down on his dick!

It was getting really big!

Well, I could hardly believe it! I stopped eating Joy and I started to get up. I was scared, plenty scared.

But then, I had reason to be.

As soon as Mr. Woods saw that I wasn't sucking on Joy's cunny anymore, he hit me with the long black whip he had in his hand. He shouted at me to keep 'eating her cunt.'

Well, I was frightened now more than ever! But then the worst of it happened to us. Mr. Woods took those long black straps he had and started to strap Joy and I together in the sixty-nine. He wrapped the strap around the back of my head and under Joy's hips, and around her head and my hips, so that it was like our heads were tied right up against each other's pussy. He took more straps and tied our bodies together. We could hardly move an inch. We were totally at his mercy.

"Now, I'm going to teach you girls the error of your ways!" Mr. Woods told us. He stared swinging that whip around, slapping it right against my bare ass and my back. I could hear each loud 'crack' each time the whip hit me, and I could feel a sharp, flashing pain throb through my body.

Wow, Doc, there wasn't anything I could do. Mr. Woods just kept whipping me on my bare ass and back while Joy and I were strapped together. The only thing we could do was to just think about each other's cunny. Just try to forget that Mr. Woods had us tied up like that.

I tried to pretend that there wasn't anything else except Joy's pussy, but each time that whip lashed against my skin, I remembered' what was going on.

Mr. Woods was just standing next to us, laughing, jerking on his peter till he sprayed his white goo all over my shoulders, my neck and my head.

After that, Mr. Woods untied us and let us go. But he warned that if we told anyone about what happened, it would only be our word against his and they'd believe him. And then he'd get us back in his office and really let us have it!

Well, Joy and I were just too scared and ashamed to tell anyone about it.

And it didn't stop there. Ever since that day, a couple of times a week, Mr. Woods makes us come into his office. Sometimes, he ties us up and whips us. Sometimes, he'll tie one of us up and she has to watch while he makes the other one suck and lick his penis until he shoots off his goo, and then she has to swallow it. Worst of all is when he makes one of us tie the other up and whip her, while he watches and jerks on his peter.

That's the worst of all, because Joy and I both hate having to hit the other with that whip. We don't hit each other hard, but it's still so humiliating!

Well, Doc, that's what's been going on at school the last few weeks. It's awful!! I never want to go back there again!! Oh, please, Doc, tell them not to make me go back there to Mr. Woods!! "