While Ms. Tripper had thoroughly enjoyed humiliating Tasha, it was just not enough. Women like Tasha continued to have a powerful hold on her. They kept seducing her to the point where she could barely sleep at night. She could not resist their big, Black cheeks and the dark holes inside, and on some level they knew it. There was one other girl at the Hanson Center who was feeding Ms. Tripper's lustful desire to humiliate. Her name was Kisha. She had beautiful bronze skin and big, enticing brown eyes. And her bottom. Ms. Tripper had never seen such a big bottom.
For a while, Kisha had fooled Ms. Tripper into believing that she was getting better, that her attitude was really improving. She had shown some initiative by getting up earlier than the other girls and offering to do more chores. On a few occasions, Kisha even demonstrated great cooperation by spreading her bottom beautifully for staff during inspections. Ms. Tripper had been delighted, and gave Kisha extra private time as an incentive to continue her progress. However, Kisha soon disappointed Ms. Tripper. She began slacking off and getting up late. She also began engaging in power struggles with the staff. Ms. Tripper had made attempts to intervene, but to no avail. She was fed up with Kisha whom she now believed needed to be severely punished.
Kisha was in her room fixing her hair when one of the male handlers, Dave, came to her room. He opened the door and saw Kisha in her white T-shirt with no panties on. Her black, curly bush was fully exposed and Dave had a nice feel before he told Kisha the news. Dave was smiling and Kisha was scared because she knew that smile meant only one thing, that she was in big trouble with Ms. Tripper. Dave told Kisha that Ms. Tripper wanted to see her in her room immediately and to get dressed. As Kisha put on her panties Dave squeezed her bottom and then slid his finger in her dark crack. Kisha was startled and Dave told her to hurry up, and put on the rest of her clothes. He then led Kisha to Ms. Tripper's room.
Ms. Tripper let Kisha into her room and told her to sit down at the table next to her. Kisha sat down and fidgeted with her hands.
"Ms. Tripper is very disappointed with you, Kisha."
"Why...I don't understand, Ms. Tripper?"
"Oh, I think you do understand. Your behavior here has been atrocious, and this simply can't be tolerated."
Kisha began nervously twisting her hair.
"But Ms. Tripper, I've tried so hard to be good...I haven't done anything wrong."
Ms. Tripper leaned close to Kisha and said, "Do you honestly think you can look at me with those big, brown eyes and get out of this?"
"But...but I'm not trying to get out of anything."
"Ms. Tripper is not going to fall for it, Kisha."
"Please Ms. Tripper I'll be good from now on...I'll..."
"It's too late, dear. The entire staff is fed up with you. I have no choice but to discharge you from the program."
"Oh my god...no, please...you can't do that. I have nowhere else to go."
"I'm afraid that's my problem. You'll need to gather up your things today and leave by this afternoon so we can immediately fill your spot."
Kisha stood up from her chair and uttered in a loud, pathetic voice, "Please Ms. Tripper...I need to stay here. Please don't kick me out."
"First of all, you need to sit down, dear... you're nearly hysterical."
Kisha sat back down and stared helplessly at Ms. Tripper. Ms. Tripper began rubbing Kisha's hand and said, "I can see how upset you are by this. Maybe there's something we can do."
Kisha smiled with relief. Ms. Tripper stood up and walked over to her night table. She opened the drawer and pulled out a tape recorder. She then sat back down at the table with Kisha. Kisha stared at the tape recorder with a perplexed look on her face.
"Now, I want you to think very carefully about how you're going to convince me to let you stay here."
"Oh Ms. Tripper...you just wouldn't throw me out, would you? You used to give me extra private time because you said I was such a good, obedient girl. I spread my bottom nicely for the staff, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did Kisha. You did spread your big bottom for the staff very nicely. But then what happened?"
In a shaky voice Kisha said, "What do you mean, Ms. Tripper?"
"Well, you grew rather lazy with your spreads, didn't you? The male staff could hardly see your anus."
Kisha awkwardly lowered her head.
"Come now dear...are you embarrassed when I bring up your anus?"
Kisha looked up and said, "yes, Ms. Tripper."
"Oh, it's nothing to be embarrassed of. In fact, as I recall, the one time I actually saw your pretty, little anus was during a morning inspection. You were being quite cooperative at that point, and when your spread bottom, your anus was fully exposed."
"Oh god, Ms. Tripper. I never really thought about it."
"Oh come now, why do you think we have all the girls here at the Hanson Center spread their bottoms? And you know what, Kisha, I must say, your anus is quite outstanding."
Kisha looked down again. Ms. Tripper squeezed her chin and pulled her face up.
"Your anus is just right...not too hairy, but just enough, right Kisha?"
"Yes, Ms. Tripper."
"Yes, what?"
"My a-a-anus is just right...not too hairy, but just enough."
"Now tell Ms. Tripper what are you willing to do to stay in this program?"
"But Ms. Tripper...okay, I'll go back to being obedient. I'll listen to the staff...I'll get up early again. Remember... remember how early I was getting up?"
Ms. Tripper shook her head and said, "I'm afraid it's just not good enough, Kisha. Unless you come up with something better than that, I'm going to have to discharge you from the program today."
"But what else can I possibly do?"
"You better think of something."
"But I don't know...I don't know what else I can do?"
"I'll give you a hint...you can do something more with your sexy anus."
"Something more...but... but there is nothing more...I mean, you saw it, didn't you? I can show it to you again...I'll spread it real wide for you, Ms. Tripper. Kisha then stood up and said "I'll do it right now if you like."
"Oh for goodness sake, Kisha...sit back down. You're making a pitiful spectacle of yourself."
Kisha sat down. She started breathing faster, then asked for a glass of water. Ms. Tripper went to her mini refrigerator and took about a bottle of water. She poured Kisha a glass and Kisha gulped it down. Water spilled all over her cheeks. Ms. Tripper handed her a napkin and said, "wipe your face, girl...can't you do anything right?"
Kisha wiped her cheeks and lowered her head again.
"Well...if that's how little determined you are to stay here...I have no other choice but to..."
"Oh Ms. Tripper, no...I don't want to leave here...please I want to stay."
"How badly do you want to stay?"
"Badly, Ms. Tripper...badly."
"Then is Kisha willing to do very nasty things with her anus?"
"Nasty things?"
"Now say it...say deep down Kisha is not a sweet, innocent girl...deep down Kisha is a very nasty girl who likes to do very dirty, sexual things."
Tears ran down Kisha's face as she said, "But Ms. Tripper...I'm not a...I'm not a n-n-nasty girl."
"How badly do you want to stay here, Kisha?"