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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
The early part of this story is inspired by a short story I read a few years ago. It stuck with me, though the original title and author did not. Therefore, I cannot properly credit him. For that I apologize. However much of the early writing and all of the latter are mine. The bulk of the material is suggested by the diary of a young high school girl which I had the great privilege to read (without her knowledge).
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Friday Nights Barbara

Friday, February 16, 2001

Friday night finally arrived and Barbara's highly anticipated date was at her door. John was the most popular senior at Westminster High School. He could take out any girl he wanted and tonight he chose Barbara, a shy but very pretty senior with brunette hair and a pretty face. Her slender 105 lb body was in perfect shape.

Why was this such a catch for Barbara? For her previous five years in middle and high school, she had been moderately popular and reasonable happy (as happy as any can be in the social jungle of high school). Then, last autumn, the bomb dropped. The day after school started, her father, Erik Moore, had broken the news. As a distinguished professor at the University of Minnesota, he had been offered a semester’s sabbatical. He had arranged to take it doing research at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville. This meant moving the family for five months to a suburb of Knoxville where the younger two daughters would have to start a new high school.

Cramden was an idyllic little town just outside of the urban bustle of the city with an excellent reputation for low crime and fine schools. The oldest of the children, Erik, was already a sophomore at Tennessee (a factor in his father’s choice) and had no move to make. The second boy, Martin, was an aspiring computer artist, who had enrolled that fall in a technical college and had no trouble transferring to classes at UT. Barb, next oldest, and her younger sister, Anna, who was a new freshman, had to change schools. While this was a disruption for Anna, she had only been a semester in the old high school and she was easy-going with a ready facility for making new friends.

For Barb, on the other hand, the transition was pure torture. Always a shy and reticent, she was a good friend to others, but made new ones very slowly. And entering a school as a senior in the last semester before college, when all the cliques were formed and rigid, was particularly difficult. For most of the first month, she felt totally alone. Gradually, a few other girls befriended the new transfer and allowed her to eat lunch with them. Finding Barbara pleasant and sweet, they let her partially into their circle. Thus, when Barb celebrated her 18th birthday on the last day of January, she was feeling a little better. It was these friends that had worked out the connection with the very popular John as a way to establish Barb’s “belonging” at school.

After the normal, brief parent meeting ceremony, John and Barbara were off for a night of fun. As they entered the restaurant John had chosen to eat at, he couldn't help but notice how sexy his date looked in her tight black jeans and low-cut button up shirt. He reveled in the thought of how impressed his two friends Billy and Roger would be when he and Barbara joined them later in the grocery store parking lot that had become a popular hangout spot among the local teens.
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Dinner passed with casual and free conversation and Barbara was truly enjoying herself. John had informed her of his plans to meet his two best friends at the local hang out spot and she was excited about seeing some of her own friends and telling them how well her date was going. The evening had just begun and Barbara was already anticipating a second date with her mature and handsome companion.
The two teens arrived at the parking lot and met up with Billy and Roger. After some brief conversation, Barbara wandered over to say hi to some of her friends and the three guys returned to John's car. As Barbara was enjoying talking with her friends, she glanced over at John's car and noticed the three guys were all inside. She went to find out what they were doing or if they were about to leave, and as she opened the car, she was shocked to find John puffing away on a joint. Barbara was shy, and somewhat naive, but she was always up front and forward when it came to drugs...she was 100% against them and would have nothing to do with anyone who used them. " I can't believe you’re getting high, John!" exclaimed Barbara, "and I thought you were a nice guy...this date is over, I'm going home." As Barbara turned to pull out her cell phone to call her parents to come pick her up, she ran right into the arms of a waiting police officer.
"You’re not going anywhere young lady." said the officer, taking her phone and turning her back. During Barbara's confrontation, the four teens failed to notice the squad cars pull into the parking lot. The cars of the other high schoolers quietly left.
The police officer had come up to the vehicle and smelled the pot just as Barbara had turned away. To his knowledge, she was just as guilty as the three boys in the car. "You’re all under arrest!" the officer exclaimed. Other officers stepped up and helped get the teens out of the car. Barbara tried to explain what had happened, but it was to no avail. She was soon being led into the police station handcuffed and crying.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Barbara was shy, and somewhat naive, but she was always up front and forward when it came to drugs...she was 100% against them and would have nothing to do with anyone who used them. "
Shy, somewhat naive, but sensible ... drugs get one in trouble

The police officer had come up to the vehicle and smelled the pot just as Barbara had turned away. To his knowledge, she was just as guilty as the three boys in the car.
See what I mean?
 

connoisseurs

Senator
Dinner passed with casual and free conversation and Barbara was truly enjoying herself. John had informed her of his plans to meet his two best friends at the local hang out spot and she was excited about seeing some of her own friends and telling them how well her date was going. The evening had just begun and Barbara was already anticipating a second date with her mature and handsome companion.
The two teens arrived at the parking lot and met up with Billy and Roger. After some brief conversation, Barbara wandered over to say hi to some of her friends and the three guys returned to John's car. As Barbara was enjoying talking with her friends, she glanced over at John's car and noticed the three guys were all inside. She went to find out what they were doing or if they were about to leave, and as she opened the car, she was shocked to find John puffing away on a joint. Barbara was shy, and somewhat naive, but she was always up front and forward when it came to drugs...she was 100% against them and would have nothing to do with anyone who used them. " I can't believe you’re getting high, John!" exclaimed Barbara, "and I thought you were a nice guy...this date is over, I'm going home." As Barbara turned to pull out her cell phone to call her parents to come pick her up, she ran right into the arms of a waiting police officer.
"You’re not going anywhere young lady." said the officer, taking her phone and turning her back. During Barbara's confrontation, the four teens failed to notice the squad cars pull into the parking lot. The cars of the other high schoolers quietly left.
The police officer had come up to the vehicle and smelled the pot just as Barbara had turned away. To his knowledge, she was just as guilty as the three boys in the car. "You’re all under arrest!" the officer exclaimed. Other officers stepped up and helped get the teens out of the car. Barbara tried to explain what had happened, but it was to no avail. She was soon being led into the police station handcuffed and crying.
I think this is a first for Barb. She is in it without actual fault! Another first: she was complaining for the right reasons and in a adequatley way!
 

Migoz2

Tribune
When the full story of Barb's life story comes to be written (and what a blockbuster that is going to be), I suspect this episode will provide a central formative experience and one which will prove crucial in her development into the well-rounded, complaining, whinging walking epitome of victimhood, non-reader of small print and receiver of almost infinite punishment that we love today. Development psychologists and sociologists will argue, and armchair psychiatrists will pontificate, as to whether Barb was just born unlucky, or has been socialised into becoming a victim by the pressures of the world in which she finds herself. Her biography will be scrutinised for clues as to where her bad attitude and reckless disregard for fine details, and her constant belief that she is only months away from a Nobel prize originate.

You are a one-woman case study, Barb, and soon there will be PhD students queuing up to talk to you and use you......
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
will provide a central formative experience and one which will prove crucial in her development into the well-rounded, complaining, whinging walking epitome of victimhood, non-reader of small print and receiver of almost infinite punishment that we love today.
That about covers it ... I feel as though I’ve been stripped naked and totally revealed :facepalm:
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Barbara, still handcuffed, was taken into a room with a bench occupied by John and his friends and a desk directly in front of the bench where a tall lean police sergeant was seated. The four arresting officers stood to both sides of the bench. Barbara was seated next to John. "Why don't you tell them I am innocent John?" Barbara whispered as she was placed on the bench. John gave her a palms-up, ‘what can I do look’. The police sergeant quickly interrupted her, "Shut your fucking trap, girl!" he said, "you will speak only when told. Barbara was surprised and offended by the foul language directed at her; police officers had no business speaking that way to a teenager. But, having been brought up to respect her elders and the authorities, and feeling a good bit of raw fear, she refrained from saying anything.

The sergeant spoke again, "Possession and use of illegal drugs is against the law and the four of you have been charged with this crime. Your arraignment cannot be held until Monday so you will be spending the weekend here. Your parents have been contacted and informed that since you are all over the age of eighteen, this state’s legal age, there is nothing they can do until then.”

Barb sobbed as she heard the horrible news. Not only was she scared of spending the weekend in jail, and ashamed that her parents had received the call, but she also seethed at the unfairness of to all. She was completely innocent!

“Let’s see what we have,” said the sergeant, looking at a sheet. “Officers observed a car with four persons inside, three males and a female.” He looked up, “You four.”

“They were observed to leave the car and go to another in the lot, the view of which was blocked by a van. Shortly, the three males returned to the first car and stood, apparently waiting for the female. After a couple of minutes, the female,” he looked up at Barb, “You, returned, acting suspiciously.”

“I did not act suspiciously!” objected Barb.

“One more peep out of you, bitch, and you will be on the cold concrete floor of the punishment cell for the weekend!”

Barb held her tongue, but seethed at his rude, unjust language.

“When the female rejoined them, they all got back in the car and the officers could see one lighting a joint and passing it around. As the officers approached the car, the female hurried to leave and elude the officers. She was detained, along with the rest with drugs and drug paraphernalia.”

He lowered the paper looked at the driver’s licenses the police had confiscated. He held up one and looked between it and Barb. “Barbara Ann Moore.” Several of the other cops snickered. “Just like a Beach Boys song, eh, sweety?” Barb was silent. She never used her middle name because of that.

“Minneapolis, Minnesota. Well, Barbara Ann, I don’t know how the cops in Minny-ape-olis” (he intentionally mispronounced the name with an exaggerated Southern drawl) “handle teens with drugs, but here in Tennessee, we don’t take kindly to it.” Barbara was now rapidly wilting under the constant, negative attention.

“Now,” he announced to the four, “It would be a whole lot easier on three of you if you-all told me who supplied the drugs.” The four High School students squirmed in silence.

“Yes siree, a WHOLE lot easier. It looks clear to me that one of you got the drugs from the pusher in the other car and then took them back and shared them around,” the sergeant said, staring directly at Barb.

She felt the sweat on her brow and under her arms. Shit! Does he think it’s me? God No! I’m the only innocent one here.

John coughed to get the sergeant’s attention and nodded wordlessly toward Barb. NO! She thought. He can’t. It’s totally unfair!

“Yes siree, I said it was pretty clear to me,” The sergeant said, standing up.

“It is my job to process all of you into my jail. We have one simple rule here, follow the orders given to you by me and my officers. Is this understood?" All the teens vigorously nodded their head yes as the fear of spending the weekend in jail began to set in.

For Barbara it was an impossible nightmare. She wondered how this could be happening to her. While she was sometimes outspoken with her parents about something that she considered unfair, Barb had always been an obedient child and never in any serious trouble. Now, she was frightened as to what might happen. Her fear intensified as the police sergeant began to speak again. "This will be your last chance to turn over any illegal contraband you might be carrying on your person. If you have it on you or in you, I will find it so you might as well turn it over to me now. Nobody has anything? Very well then, let’s get started. We'll begin with you, young lady." One of the officers walked over to Barbara and removed her handcuffs.
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
"Stand up and move to that yellow line on the floor" the officer ordered. Barbara instinctively obeyed his commands. As she reached the yellow line on the floor, he issued more orders, “Spread your feet a yard. Stand straight and put your hands on your head!”

Barb looked at him open-mouthed. That would be such a vulnerable, degrading position.

“Now, bitch!”

She decided that when this was over and she was cleared, she would report the sergeant for unprofessional language. This was just wrong! Nevertheless, also, terrified, she obeyed the order.

The eight males in the room simultaneously drank in the sight of the shapely young teen, in her tight outfit, standing open in the center of the room. Several unseen erections followed, along with surreptitious shifting of posture or re-arranging of pants.

Barbara nearly fainted as she heard the police sergeant’s next command. "Remove your clothes!" he ordered.

Some facts about Barb’s experience up to now is needed here. Though she had been fairly popular with boys in her old schools, she was still a virgin. This wasn’t so much due to moral or religious reasons, though both played a part. She had a very strong fear of pregnancy. Coming from a professional family, she realized how teen pregnancy could ruin a young girl’s future. So, while she had been on a number of dates, she had never allowed boys to go beyond serious petting. The only times she’d allowed her bra to be removed to pet, she’d insisted in being in the dark so her nakedness couldn’t be seen. Once, she’d allowed a boy to strip her down to just her panties and rub himself against the fabric, but no more.

No male had ever seen Barbara naked. Her mom had always taken her to a female doctor. Undressing in front of her three classmates and the five police officers was more than she could handle and although told not to speak, she had to try save her dignity.

"Please don't make me take off my clothes here in front of everyone, I can't, I just can't" Barbara exclaimed as she again began to cry. "You can, and you will!" the sergeant responded firmly. "Nobody is processed into my jail without a strip search, now undress!"

Barbara responded with one last crumb of hope, "can't you get a female officer to do this somewhere in private, away from...." The sergeant quickly interrupted her and in a harsh and scary tone said "NO! I CAN'T!", and continued, "Now get those clothes off now, bitch, or I will have my officers do it for you!"

Barbara realized she had no choice but to go through with this embarrassing and humiliating act. Her hands trembled as she reached up and began to unbutton her low front shirt. Eight pairs of male eyes watched her fingers mesmerized. The boys, while terrified by their situation, couldn’t take their eyes off sexy Barbara Moore. More of the onlookers shifted to relieve discomfort.

"That’s better," the police sergeant said "place your clothes into that drop chute on the wall to your right"

Barbara finished with the buttons on her shirt and slowly pulled it from her jeans exposing her young, full breasts covered only by a white silk bra. She opened the drop chute and placed her shirt into the hole. It quickly slid down out of sight. Gone! Where was it? she thought. How do I get it back? “Move on,” snapped the sergeant.

Next, she bent down, untied and removed her shoes. Her hands trembling more than ever, she stood back up and dropped them down the chute. As she reached for the buttons of her tight black jeans, her thoughts turned to John and his two friends, watching her strip and thinking how much they were enjoying her humiliation. As the last button of her jeans was unbuttoned, she ever so slowly began to pull them down her shapely legs, past her knees, and stepped out of them, placing them in the chute with all her other clothes.

Barbara now stood there in front of these eight men in only her bra, kinies, and socks. She thought for a brief moment that she would be allowed to keep her under clothes on, but as the police sergeant sat in his chair admiring the pretty teenager’s nicely-developed body, he spoke again, "All your clothes, young lady." Barbara was embarrassed beyond all belief as she reached behind, unhooked her bra, and let it fall off her shoulders exposing her firm tits to all the men around her. There wasn't one soft dick in the room as Barbara slowly grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them off. As she bent over, a teardrop fell from her pert nose to the floor. Both her bra and panties, as well as her socks were put into the drop chute leaving her standing completely naked in this room full of men. She did her best to cover her body with her hands, and as she stood there helpless, she was terrified of what would happen next.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
She decided that when this was over and she was cleared, she would report the sergeant for unprofessional language.
Seemed a good idea at the time ... :rolleyes:

Though she had been fairly popular with boys in her old schools, she was still a virgin.
And proud of it ... :)

So, while she had been on a number of dates, she had never allowed boys to go beyond serious petting. The only times she’d allowed her bra to be removed to pet, she’d insisted in being in the dark so her nakedness couldn’t be seen. Once, she’d allowed a boy to strip her down to just her panties and rub himself against the fabric, but no more.
There are limits, you know .... :facepalm:
 

twonines

Magistrate
When the full story of Barb's life story comes to be written (and what a blockbuster that is going to be), I suspect this episode will provide a central formative experience and one which will prove crucial in her development into the well-rounded, complaining, whinging walking epitome of victimhood, non-reader of small print and receiver of almost infinite punishment that we love today. Development psychologists and sociologists will argue, and armchair psychiatrists will pontificate, as to whether Barb was just born unlucky, or has been socialised into becoming a victim by the pressures of the world in which she finds herself. Her biography will be scrutinised for clues as to where her bad attitude and reckless disregard for fine details, and her constant belief that she is only months away from a Nobel prize originate.

You are a one-woman case study, Barb, and soon there will be PhD students queuing up to talk to you and use you......
But not necessarily in that order!
 
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