1.
Ms. Tripper awoke to the sound of bustling in the hallway. Staff was getting the girls ready for their morning run. Due to severe acting out behavior the previous day, two of the girls would have to complete their five-mile run with no bras. This would be particularly uncomfortable for the two big-breasted girls, Kelly and Sandra. If only they had not refused to spread their bottoms and take a finger in their tight little holes. Not only did they lose points for private time, but they would also have to endure horrific humiliation as they ran, cupping their breasts, to keep them from painfully flopping up and down in front of the whole staff.
Ms. Tripper could not wait to start her day. The long night with Tess had left her feeling both peaceful and rejuvenated. When she glanced over at her little darling she saw her laying on her back staring at the ceiling. The frazzled girl looked like she was in a state of shock. Ms. Tripper rolled over on her right side and gave her a good mourning kiss on the cheek. Tess sat up and looked longingly out the window. Ms. Tripper then squeezed her sweetheart's hand and told her not to worry for "they had many more exciting nights ahead of them".
Soon there was a knock on the door. It was her favorite male handler, Ted. He entered Ms. Tripper's room and ordered Tess to get out of bed. As Ted assisted Tess with getting dressed, Ms. Tripper winked at him saying that very soon he would be able to experience Tess's wonderful delights the way she had. Ted smiled and stared at her bottom as he helped her pull up her panties. Tess's cheeks turned bright red.
Ms. Tripper squeezed her bottom saying, "Isn't she just darling?"
Ted escorted Tess back to her room. He told her to take off all her clothes and he led her to the shower. As Tess helplessly stood in the shower and Ted soaped up her vagina, she let out a loud sob. Ted shook his head thinking that Ms. Tripper must be feeling quite satisfied.
Ms. Tripper stood in front of the mirror naked and carefully studied her body. She had a beautiful hour glass shape with medium size breasts and a nice, firm bottom. She felt immense pride for how well preserved she was for a 43 year old woman.
Ms. Tripper began squeezing her nipples as she thought about the Hanson Center's current "problem girl", a stunning, twenty-four year old African- American named Tasha. Ms Tripper had found the girl so compelling that she had decided to stretch the age limit so the girl could be admitted.
For a while Ellen Tripper had to admit, Tasha had been getting the better of her. Ms Tripper had been paralyzed around the girl. Tasha alternated between being sexually provocative, and excessively modest. She sometimes wore extremely low cut tops which prominently displayed her breasts, and "low rider" jeans which allowed anyone who was interested to see several inches of the crack separating her full cheeks. At other times, she would cover up excessively, as if she wanted to disguise her sexuality entirely. She also was having an effect on the male staff, often seeming to paralyze them, and reducing their effectiveness. Tasha seemed able to manipulate everyone in a way Ms. Tripper couldn't understand. She seemed to be laughing at all of them as she got away with things none of the other girls could. She was also extremely lazy, and this was having a bad effect on general morale. She seemed to feel that she was owed something. And her provocative behavior had the entire staff at its wits end. Something had to be done.
Ellen had learned through experience that when she felt paralyzed around a young woman, that it was time to seek outside, expert consultation. Even though she had blossomed quite a bit as a person since taking this job, she occasionally needed help. She consulted a male colleague of hers whom she was able to confide in. Over lunch the friend had skillfully teased out what was going on.
He told Ellen that he believed that Tasha's problems were triggering very deep-seated passions in Ms. Tripper. He confronted her with his suspicion that she had been secretly attracted to black women for many years, but had suppressed it due to her rigid family background. Ms Tripper was momentarily floored, but had to admit he was right. She decided to go back and carefully review Tasha's intake materials.
It turned out that Tasha had lived at home before coming to the center, in a highly disturbed and enmeshed relationship with her mother. At twenty four, she still slept in her childhood room with her stuffed animals. She also was unable to have a normal sexual relationship with a man, having had one relationship which was abusive, where she had moved out and lived with the man for only a few months before returning home defeated to her mother. Her other relationships had been with men who had openly cheated on her with multiple other women.
Tasha's facade of confidence began to crumble. Ms Tripper began to see her as she really was; a girl who provocatively acted out because she had a desperate need to resolve her burning conflicts around her body, sexuality, and dominant older women. Inside that hot young body there was a volcano of sexual conflict, shame and humiliation that was erupting, and disrupting the smooth flow of the program. Now, Ellen Tripper knew just what to do.
2.
Tasha entered the office and looked around. She had never been there before, and seemed amazed at how cozy and plush it was. Ms. Tripper certainly knew how to create the right atmosphere to conduct her most important business. She was wearing her favorite black suit and high heeled pumps. She rolled her chair from behind the desk, crossed her legs and told Tasha to sit down on the chair in front of her. Tasha slunk down in it and played with her charm bracelet.
"That's a lovely bracelet, Tasha. Who gave it to you?"
"Oh nobody special."
"Look up at me when you speak."
Tasha flashed an angry look at Ms. Tripper. Her dark brown eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared a bit. Ms. Tripper rolled her chair up close to her and firmly grabbed her face.
"I'm not sure if you understand what's happening. You are about to be thrown out of this program. It is a privilege for you to be here, young lady... and you have not shown the proper appreciation for this opportunity."
"Opportunity...you've got to be kidding."
Ms. Tripper rolled her chair back, stood up and stretched her arms. She then pulled out a thick chart from the desk drawer and sat back down. As she read the chart, Tasha nervously stared at her feet. She wondered what information was in there. She could barely stand the silence. Ms. Tripper smiled and shook her head as she scanned the pages. Then she closed the chart and placed it on her desk.
"Why don't you take off your jacket, Tasha."
"But I feel a little cold, Ms. Tripper."
"Don't worry...Ms. Tripper knows how to warm up beautiful young girls."
Tasha bit her bottom lip and tightly closed her legs.
"Tasha has a modest side, doesn't she? Do you need Ms. Tripper to help you take off your jacket?"
Tasha angrily said, "no, I can do it."
Tasha took off her jacket and placed it on the arm of the chair. She sat motionless with her hands clasped together on her lap.
"Now that's much better. Ms. Tripper can see your big beautiful breasts. Tasha likes to taunt the staff with them, doesn't she?"
Tasha squirmed in her chair.
"I believe I asked you a question, young lady."
"No, Ms. Tripper."
"No, what?"
"I....I don't like to taunt the staff with..."
"With what?"
"With my... with my breasts."
"With my big beautiful breasts. Say it."
"With my big... big beautiful breasts".
"Now tell Ms. Tripper who gave you the bracelet."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I read in your chart that Alex was your last boyfriend. He was a fireman, wasn't he?"
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
"Apparently, he had a quite an insatiable lust for women."
"Ms. Tripper knows how to handle women like you...women who are stubborn and resentful and can't face life.
"I...I don't have any problems."
"Then why do you still live at home with your mommy... in your childhood home surrounded by all your little stuffed animals."
"That's not true... the stuffed animals are put away in the closet."
"Really."
Ms. Tripper stood up and pulled out a picture from Tasha's chart. She then threw it on Tasha's lap.
"Pick it up and look at it."
Tasha picked it up, took a quick look and then said, "how did you get this?"
We have pictures of all our girl's living quarters. It gives us some vital information about them. You stayed with a man who had sex with other women... and he told you all about it, didn't he?"
"I broke up with him."
"You're lying...again you're lying. Your own mother told me during my interview with her that Alex tried to leave you but you begged him not to...you pleaded and pleaded with him..."
Tasha looked down at the floor.
