Melissa Gets Put Out Part 2

Part 1 can be found here:

http://stories.xnxx.com/story/35128/Melissa_Gets_Put_Out_Part_1

In which Melissa violates her curfew. and as punishment is placed in the family pillory on the front lawn for the next two days. And after she is put out, her disgruntled younger brother plays a counting game with her with some of his lunch, before heading off to school.

Author’s note: As a wise man once said, “Specificity is the soul of all good communication.” I must admit that I mis-communicated in part one. I was using the term stocks, when what I actually meant was pillory. I hope my readers can forgive me my error. Additionally, I appreciate all comments, both positive and negative. While I think I know where this story is going, my characters have begun to surprise me a bit.




MELISSA GETS PUT OUT
Part 2

After a couple of minutes the spasms subsided, but the pressure inside her didn’t abate, she had to get these things out of her. She got her feet back under her rear, she was still bent at the waist, but she no longer thought she was in danger of falling while in the pillory, and hurting herself. She started trying to push the carrots out, like she was going to take a huge crap right in the front lawn, but she couldn’t get anything going from this angle. She shifted from one foot to the other, and felt that the plastic baggie was still poked halfway into her ass, and she couldn’t do anything to work it free.
After nearly twenty minutes of fruitless struggles, the front door opened, and her mother stepped out, she walked in front of her daughter, and looked down at her critically, then her nose wrinkled.
“Oh, Lord, you smell like a toilet already.”
She disappeared around the side of the house,and was gone for a moment, she came back dragging the hose, the pistol grip in one dish-glove clad hand, and several coils of green hose in the other. She stood back, and sprayed Melissa in the face with a heavy stream of cold water. The cold was shocking, and drove any hint of arousal from Melissa’s body, she began to cramp even harder around the knot of carrots her brother had fed into her ass one by one, and it wasn’t helped when, after she was done thoroughly dousing her daughter’s face, Sharon began to work her way around, playing the strong blast of cold water up and down her body. When she reached the the back, she didn’t stint her daughter’s pussy and ass. She had been spraying the cold water directly at her daughter’s pussy when she noticed the baggie stuffed into Melissa’s ass.
“What have you gotten yourself into already?” she sniffed as she pulled the bag out. “Honestly.”
Suddenly one of her mother’s dish-gloved fingers was jammed up her ass past the second knuckle, this got a grunting groan from Melissa.
“The little shit stuffed a whole bag of carrots up there, Mom!”
The finger was whipped out of her ass, and her mother was in front of her in an instant, two hard slaps rang against her face.
“I am not your mother, and I will not have you speak of a member of this household so. If you must address me, you may call Mrs. Donnelly, Mam, or Mistress, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mam.” said Melissa meekly.
“Now, do you want those things stuffed up there for the next two days? Believe you me, they won’t get any more comfortable.”
“No, Mam.”
“Then you’ll do as I say.” Melissa saw her mother stripping off a glove as she walked around behind her again. She felt the glove laid across her back, like it was some kind of end table, and the gloved finger returned, as she heard her mother muttering under her breath.
“I’m going to have to talk to that boy about his nutrition…”
She poked around in there for a while, and as she did, Melissa’s sense of shame deepened, her mother was treating her like some kind of chore, not necessarily unpleasant, but simply workaday, like laundry or vacuuming.
“Those are really in there… I guess there’s nothing to it but this.”
And with that, the questing finger was removed, and suddenly the rough metal of the nozzle of the hose pistol was pressed to her anus.
“Wha!” Melissa squeaked as cold water flooded her already stretched and cramping bowels. She could feel the icy water blaze a trail past the carrot blockade and run a deep twisting path through her guts. The water was relentless, it just kept coming, the hose on full, she felt like her belly was filling up, becoming huge and swollen like Tanya’s had been when she was pregnant, and it was so cold, she began to shiver all over as gooseflesh raced across her skin.
Suddenly the water stopped, and the nozzle was removed, and Melissa began to push out the flood that had entered her body.
“Not yet!” snapped her mother as she quickly replaced the nozzle with the dish-glove she had removed, stuffing it roughly into her ass. The glove felt huge, stretching her sphincter and sealing it at the same time, as nearly the whole thing was wadded up and stuffed in.
“You hold all that in, while I go get what we really need.” and with that, her mother disappeared back inside the house.
Melissa shivered from the cold, her nipples hard as rock, and for once, not from any kind of arousal, no blush, no matter how fierce could warm the cramping cold inside her guts. A cold slow trickle made its way past the glove and ran down her legs. A morning bird began to sing in the tree above, and Melissa hated it for existing. Her restrained hands clutched in tight fists. She hurt too much to cry.
She saw her mother reappear in the kitchen, placing the mop bucket in the sink and running water into it, and she seemed to have another, smaller pail from somewhere with several items in it, one of them looked like a comically large syringe.
As she came out, Melissa saw that her mother had rolled up her sleeves, and had donned what looked to be elbow length latex gloves, a pail in each hand, The mop bucket obviously heavy and full of steaming sudsy water. Mom went straight behind her and set to work, unpacking the other pail. She heard several things set on the ground, and a distinctive “ding” as a the kitchen timer was placed sharply on the top of the pillory.
“Now,” her Mom began, “you’re never going to be able to push anything out standing like that. You need to work your feet forward, and squat down, arching your back as you do, DO NOT begin to push until I remove the glove, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mo…Mam, Mistress.”
“Good, now start moving your feet.”
Melissa was able to do as her mother had instructed, taking short steps forward, and squatting down as she did so. It put some pressure on her back and neck, but she had been in the same position for nearly two hours, and even this small change felt like a relief. She felt the bucket placed under her lowered ass, and suddenly, in a single tug, the dish-glove was whisked away, and the need to void her bowels was undeniable.
Melissa felt and heard the water pour out of her in a rush, the overwhelming pressure relieved, there was also a satisfying plink, plink, plink, as some of the carrots were expelled in the rush, She gasped and panted, thinking that it was over, but less than a minute later, she felt her insides spasm again, and another rush of water and a few carrots more shot out out of her ass and into the waiting bucket.
“That water is filthy, I thought I told my daughter to go to the bathroom again, this morning.” her mother complained, “We’ll just have to take care of this now.”
Her mother took the bucket, and Melissa saw her carry it to the front of the house, and dump it behind her azalea bushes.
“We’re going to have to open you up a bit to get them all out” her mother declared when she returned, and Melissa heard something make a spurting noise, like the catsup bottle when it was running low.