"Ow! Let go of my hair!" squealed Jessica. She felt ridiculous in these stupid panties with cartoon duckies, a pink t-shirt of Cinderella, Muppets shorts, girly socks and Keds... but she now she felt scared. REALLY scared. Mrs. Bradley was so much bigger than her... all of these older women were so much bigger than her...
"I'm sorry, pookie," scolded Mrs. Bradley. "But bad little girls get punished."
"No!" screamed Jessica kicking and screaming. "I'm not a little girl! I'm not! I'm not!"
Mrs. Oswald shook her head. "Lying only makes it worse. Every time you lie, Baby Jesus cries."
Her old, frigid friend Mrs. Bartholomew pointed her long, gnarled finger at her. "Do YOU want to be responsible for making Baby Jesus cry?! Why, I think you need a spanking!"
Jessica was doing all she could to hold-back her tears: "But I keep telling you, I'm an adult!"
Mrs. Bradley was leading her around by the hair like she was a naughty brat. "Jessica, you don't look like an adult and you're not acting like an adult. And if your Mommy isn't here to discipline you, then it's up to us. It take a village to raise a child, you know."
"I'M NOT A CHILD!" Jessica bellowed, stamping her adorable feet on the ground. "Listen to me: I'm a reporter. I work for the local paper. I'm a homeowner. I have a car, credit cards, bras, panties, vibrators -"
Mrs. Bartholomew looked horrified. "Jessica! Vibrators are EVIL! Where did you learn to talk this way?!"
The other old hags murmured in agreement.
"This is how an adult woman talks!" cried Jessica. "Vibrators! Boyfriends! Tampons! Orgasms! Now LET GO OF ME!!"
Mrs. Oswald wasn't convinced. "This is the kind of garbage kids get exposed to on the Internet. Isn't that terrible? Bill O'Reilly was just talking about it. Here you have a sweet, innocent little girl - and she's already talking like a $2 hooker! Sweetie, this kind of behavior is simply not appropriate."
"I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRL!!!"
"Well, my eyes aren't so good," sighed Mrs. Oswald. "But Wally's eyes are. Let's settle this once and for all." She opened the window and yelled: "Wally! Come in here, please!"
The door swung open, and there stood Wally. Jessica recognized him immediately: When she first moved in, and was enjoying a leisurely stroll around her property (in makeup, sexy dress, stuffed bra, high heels, padded panties & the works), she noticed the paperboy eyeing her form while she was bending over, tending to her new garden. She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw him playing with himself while watching her! She yelled at him and he quickly ran away...
"Hi, Mrs. Oswald, Mrs. Bartholomew and Mrs. Bradley," Wally politely said. He looked at Jessica. "Who's the little girl?"
Jessica wanted to DIE!!
"See?!" demanded Mrs. Bartholomew. "I knew you were a little girl. And now you've also been exposed as a liar!"
"Of course she's a little girl," sighed Mrs. Bradley. "Look, she still wears ducky undies."
In one fell swoop, Jessica's shorts were around her ankles! Right in front of Wally!
"Aaaaaaahhhh! Please - stop that!!"
Wally was staring right at her crotch! Her knees buckled...
"And obviously," continued Mrs. Bradley, "she hasn't started developing big girl breasts yet."
The old neighbor reached down - and pulled off Jessica's shirt! Clean off her body! She was suddenly topless, in nothing but her Keds, girly socks and ducky undies. Her tummy tied into a knot.
"My tits! My tits!" shrieked Jessica. Her rosy nips hardened at once. She saw Wally staring at her itsy bitsy chest, with eyes the size of dinner plates.
"They're not 'tits' you foul-mouthed little brat," reprimanded Mrs. Bartholomew. "They don't become 'tits' until you reach puberty."
"But I have reached puberty!" cried Jessica. Tears were now rolling down her face. "And you - you just exposed my bare tits to the neighborhood paperboy! How could you?! Wah! Wah!"
"Oh, you're being silly, dear," Mrs. Oswald. "Back in my day, little girls would run around happily in the nude. Nobody thought anything of it. We'd go on walks, make sandcastles, play in the lake - it was so much fun! It's not until a girl reaches womanhood and begins developing her body that you have to cover up."
"Stop saying I haven't reached puberty!! I have!! I have!!"
Mrs. Bartholomew had heard enough. "Knock it off! If you had reached puberty, then WHERE is your big girl hair?!"
And with that, she pulled Jessica's undies to the ground! All eyes were on her pink, hairless pussy!
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Jessica was mortified! All her private parts! Even her most private part of all! She was NAKED!
And Wally was in heaven!
Mrs. Bradley steadied her "helper" in her hand, flipped Jessica over her knee, and -
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
"OWWWWWWW!!!!!"
Jessica's hands and feet were flailing. Her poor butt was being blistered!
"Beat the sass out of her!" cheered Mrs. Bartholomew.
Between her tears, Jessica saw Wally watching her... with his hand down his pants!
When her spanking was over, Jessica was unceremoniously dumped to the ground. She quickly covered her tiny tits and pussy in her arms, crouching into a ball.
"Okay," said Mrs. Bradley. "Now..."
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