“Lola,” called her sister as Lo was getting dressed, “no panties today.” Robie sat in the bed and watch Lo as she was reaching into her underwear draw. This request, or command, was not unusual for Robie to make. Lo looked at her sister and then moved on to pulling out socks from her top drawer. She chose white with a pattern of little pairs of red cherries. She went to her closet and pulled down a white and green dress. Her pigtails were already neatly tied with green bow ribbons.
“Come here,” said her sister.
Lo walked to the bed, carrying her clothes for the day.
Robie reached into the nightstand next to her side of the bed. She pulled out a handful of wooden clothespins. She kept a drawer full of them to spice up sex with her boyfriends and for personal use. But this time she told Lo to stand before her.
“Spread your legs.”
Lo spread.
Robie took one clothespin at a time in her right hand. With her left hand she squeezed Lo’s labia together, making the lips bulge, and then she applied the clothespin to the two tightly pressed lips together. She did this a total of six times, causing tears to form in Lo’s eyes. Between Lo’s legs a straight line of wooden clothespins hung down, compressing Lo’s vagina together. Not that Lo needed this at all, but this was Robie’s punishment for Lo’s indiscretion of yesterday when she unconsciously moved her index finger to her pussy and stroked her smooth slit while the three guys fucking Robie looked on with intense interest.
“You are to wear these all day at school. Only when you get home will you be allowed to remove them. No. You will come to me and beg me to remove them for you. If they fall off, you replace them. Immediately!”
“Yes, Robie,” said Lo obediently. The pain was excruciating, but it did not outstrip the secret enjoyment of pleasing her older sister.
Lo slipped into her dress and walked to the kitchen to eat breakfast. It hurt to walk. It hurt to sit. It hurt to stand up.
The pain between her legs while she rode the bus to school nearly made Lo pass out with every jarring bump.
At school she couldn’t concentrate at all. Her entire mental focus was directed between her legs. Occasionally, she dropped her right hand down below the desk and up between her legs and flitted her fingers across the tips of the clothespins, making them jiggle. She was praying that none of them slipped off in the middle of class.
And then it was gym period. There was absolutely no way she was going to go into the girls’ locker room, remove her dress and put on her tight, white shorts! Even if she could do that without everyone seeing her clothespins, there was no way she could easily conceal them under the shorts, let alone play volleyball or badminton or whatever the day’s activities were.
She went to the gym teacher and said she wasn’t feeling well. The gym teacher looked at her askance and sent her to the school nurse.
At the nurse’s office, she entered shyly and explained that she wasn’t up to playing in gym. The nurse went through a series of questions: Stomachache? Headache? Fever? To all of which, Lo responded, “No,” shaking her head and dangling her pigtails. The nurse took her temperature. Normal. The nurse asked her to have a seat and, when Lo sat extremely gingerly on the hard, plastic chair, the nurse asked if the problem was “down there,” pointing between Lo’s legs. Lo turned a bright red!
School Nurse
The nurse asked to lift up Lo’s dress. Lo didn’t know what to say. She acceded to the request. When the nurse saw the row of wooden clothespins pinching Lo’s pussy lips together, she gasped in horror! “What is this?! Who did this to you? Why are you wearing these?” she asked in rapid succession as she removed the clips.
“Lola, show me.”
Lo was speechless. She could not turn in her beloved sister. So she lied. She said her mother told her to wear them to school.
“Why ever would she do that?” asked the nurse, alarmed, but trying to sound soothing for Lo. The nurse reached into her drawer and pulled out some ointment. She put on her rubber gloves and applied the ointment to Lo’s nether region, gently rubbing the moist, cooling gel into Lo’s labia. Lo liked the feeling and liked the nurse.
Lo tried to speak, but she couldn’t. She just shrugged her shoulders and asked the nurse to keep rubbing in the ointment. “It feels good,” she said, totally unaware of how that sounded to the nurse.
The nurse stopped rubbing and told Lo to pull her dress back down, covering her triangle, as the nurse stepped out. Of course she called the principal. The administration of the school alerted the authorities. The Department of Children and Family Services was called and within days a full-fledged investigation was underway.
For years, Lo though that the reason her older sister was sent off to boarding school in Europe was because her father didn’t like Robie’s “slutty” behavior with the boys. She believed that Robie had been caught with a boy in the house. She suspected it might be that they feared for Robie in some way. But she didn’t know that it was because DCFS had discovered the source of Lo’s torment and the Department threatened to take Robie from the family and put her in foster care or a special psychiatric ward. There was literally no other place for her to go in America to be outside the reach of the authorities and so her parents, in a last-ditch effort to keep Robie in the family, sent her to boarding school abroad, leaving Lo alone and bereft of her sister until, well, you know the rest.
Lola worships her sister Robie
