Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2015 22:57:22 +0000 From: Pete D Subject: Telekinetic Humiliation For Some Dicks (part 1) Telekinetic Humiliation For Some Dicks (part 1) M/t f/M t/T spank humil Forcing one foot in front of the other, a step at a time the two siblings made it down the stairs and to the dining room doorway; they paused outside and desperately gathered their flagging courage before stepping into the room. Bobby blinked back the tears forming in his eyes, determined not to lose his last shred of dignity and cry in front of everyone. His older sister Carrie looked at him and tried to put on a brave face. Finally they entered the room, and all eyes turned towards them. She could feel her face flaming just at the thought that they knew what was coming. Carrie focused her attention on Henry, who held the power of both pain and mercy over them. She approached him on legs gone rubbery and held out the brush. "Here it is, Sir," she said softly, forcing the words past the tightness in her throat. She had never called him Dad, and usually called him Henry, but when she was under punishment all he would accept was "Sir". Henry her stepdad was an imposing figure. He intimated Carrie and her brother as well as Carrie's weak mom. He was a big man with broad shoulders and powerful muscular limbs. He had manly rough hands and occasionally they would feel the back of those hands across their faces or worse. This time, Carrie thought, might be a one of those "worse" times. He took the brush and laid it down by his plate, then said, "Bobby, You will remove your pants, and your shoes and socks, then go stand in the corner while I finish eating. Carrie, you go to the corner too. This is also your fault." It was a family dinner with guests. Henry's buddy Ron was there with his wife and teenaged kids, Lizzie and Kevin. Both of them went to school with Carrie and Bobby. Lizzie wasn't bad and was sort of a friend but Kevin was obnoxious and often made fun of Bobby. He was also one of those jerk kids who made catcalls to any girl he thought he could bully. Carrie and her brother were perfect victims. Bobby was a frail boy and Carrie known to be a bit of weirdo. The problems this evening started shortly after the guests arrived and the kids were sitting in the living room talking about school. Kevin started making crude comments about Carrie's body. Carrie cringed with embarrassment. Lizzie was disgusted with her brother and tried to tell him off but he just laughed. Bobby couldn't stand this bully talking about his sister in such a disgusting sexual manner and bravely told him to "Fuck off". Unfortunately, that was the exact moment when the two fathers walked into the room. Henry had made it clear that his "kids" were never to use language like that. Carrie tried to explain but Henry wouldn't listen. He had to show how he wouldn't put up with any back talk and ordered both Billy and Carrie up stairs while he decided what to do with them. Kevin couldn't stop laughing as Carrie and Bobby were scolded. He silently made a sexual gesture at Carrie as they left the room,. And now they were standing in the Dining room in front of Henry and the others. He ordered Bobby to undress. Holding onto his resolve not to cry, Bobby murmured, "Yessir," to his powerful stepdad then, staring at the floor to avoid having to see his audience, he reached down and fumbled with the zipper, hating his awkwardness as he imagined everyone watching him. Finally he slid down his pants and stepped out them. Henry held out his hand for them with that arrogant scolding look on his face. Bobby, turning red, handed over his pants and socks. Carrie spoke up carefully "Please Sir, do you really need to make him take off his pants in front of everyone? Im sure he is really sorry now." Henry didn't put up with any resistance. "Carrie! He warned, "Do you want to find yourself naked over my lap too?" Carrie shut her mouth and look down. She wasn't sure if he was serious about that but she wouldn't risk it. Henry could be very mean and she couldn't challenge him. But something defiant in her was begging to let be let out. She stared at a spoon on the table and tried to deflect her anxiety there. The spoon suddenly twisted and bent. Carrie panicked and looked around. No one else had noticed; thank goodness. Henry looked at her and scolded "Don't like the sound that. Do you, young lady?" He looked around the table making sure that everyone was seeing what an authoritative figure he was and then he looked at her and eyed her up and down with a lustful stare. She hated him for that! That handsome arrogant face violating her with his stare, She was use to it and her mother tried not to notice. He had a square jaw covered with scruff and blue eyes. A few tufts of hair poked out from the top of his shirt towards his neck, Carrie understood why her Mom was attracted to him, but how could she have let in such an A-hole into their lives just because he was hot? As she thought about that, she grew angry and a slight vibration went through the house. Carrie's Mom noticed the shaking and she shot Carrie and worried look. Carrie regained her well learned control and the vibration stopped. Then Carrie and Bobby went to stand in the corner. They stared at the wallpaper pattern that was quite familiar to them. For infractions at the dinner table they were always sent to stand in this very corner and wait for Henry to finish his dinner before paddling them. Poor Bobby shivered in shame or possibly cold without any pants on. The dinner table conversation continued. "Henry," his buddy Ron said, "I take it you mean to spank the boy with that hairbrush?" "That's right," Henry agreed. "I would have thought he was too old for that. I mean he is in high school now" Henry answered "If they act like children, I punish them like children. Anyway, I really don't see why I should quit using a method that really works just because Bobby has had a few birthdays in the meantime. Spankings have been extremely effective in making them better behaved." Ron was another macho young father. He wasn't as muscular or scruffy as Henry and was a bit more lean. He also kept himself in shape and was known to be quite the "DILF". The two of then played on various sports teams together. Henry continue to boast to the gathering; "Well, the punishment has to be severe to make the proper impression. Which is why, as you're about to see, I will spank him hard and long. And most importantly, I always spank on the bare bottom." Any last hope Bobby had of preserving a shred of dignity flew out the window, and he bit his lip hard to keep the tears back. Carrie saw her poor brother trying not to cry and she became angry. The vibration in house happened again, this time some dishes rattled in the cupboard and the light fixture hanging above the dining room table swayed ever so gently. Bobby looked to his sister, "Your doing that aren't you?" Carrie closed her eyes and tried to control herself. The rattling stopped. Henry turned his attention towards them, "You two! keep your mouthes shut!" "Yes sir", they both humbly responded and then the dinner conversation resumed. It was awful, listening to them chat about their punishment as if they weren't even there, in a tone of voice that might be used to discuss the weather. Kevin, her obnoxious teenaged schoolmate , broke in excitedly. "You mean he'll have to pull his underwear down?" he exclaimed. "That's right," Henry agreed. "Can we watch?" His eagerness was obvious. "If it's okay with your parents, it's okay with me. The humiliation of baring his bottom is part of the punishment. And of course, the strokes just plain hurt more on bare skin. Plus, I like to be able to see the effect the swats are having. I never tell ahead of time how many they'll get, I just paddle until the bottom is the shade of red I think is deserved." Hey Sid, Kevin laughed to Lizzie, "your going to see Bobby's little willie!" Lizzie wasn't amused. Billy was practically choking on his humiliation by this time. It was all he could do to keep from running out of the room. Carrie was fuming. What did they do to deserve this jerk of a stepfather? She wished that they could escape but how would they survive out there by themselves. They depended on this abusive creep to live! She wished she could do something! Well she could. She could use her telekinesis but that option was terrifying to her. She had learned many years ago that if she lost control of her powers it was very hard to regain them. And she could do a lot of damage. She also wanted desperately to fit in and didn't want to be seen as a freak. "Well", Ron acknowledged, "I guess it would be instructive for Kevin -- for all of us, for that matter -- to take a lesson in how to discipline a willful boy like Bobby. Not that I'll ever have to use what I've learned, of course; Kevin's too sensitive to need more than a scolding, and I don't remember that last time Lizzie has misbehaved." "Yeah right!", Carrie thought, "Kevin the obnoxious bratty high school jock is sensitive? Thats a laugh." And Ron was obviously a pervert too just like the his son. She saw the way he looked at her. Like one of those good-looking men from a beer commercial, he had blond hair and trim beard, piercing hazel eyes which seemed to look right through her clothes when he looked at her. He probably loved looking at the back of her right now standing in this corner. She closed her eyes again and she felt the house moan and creek as her powers begged to be released. The dinner conversation turned to other things and Carrie and Bobby stared at the wall. She hated the way Henry lorded over everything. She clenched her fists as the men talked about sports and how tough they were. Then she heard the scrape of Henry's chair legs then, and finally he said in a very authoritative voice , "Billy, front and center. Carrie you stay there." With his gaze carefully fixed on the floor, Billy approached him, his innards twisting with fear and shame. Henry had pulled his chair well back from the table and sat there awaiting his victim. "Stand over here," he commanded, motioning to a spot in front of him. Bobby went to the indicated spot and stood facing Henry, head hanging, still fighting tears and trying to control his trembling. "Bobby, I've warned you about using foul language, and today I hear you using the foulest. You've insulted our guests What do you have to say for yourself?" "I'm very sorry, sir," he mumbled. "Speak up, so everyone can hear you." "I'm s-sorry, sir," he repeated more loudly, anxiety making him start to stutter. "And what do you think I should do about it?" he asked. His earlier obedience training held true, and as he had been taught he said, "I think you sh-should use the b-brush to spank me v-very h-h-hard ---" he paused, fighting for control -- "very h-hard on the b-bare bottom." he could hear a snicker from behind him, Kevin's or Ron's. "I intend to do just that," Henry replied sternly. "I intend to teach you a good lesson and spank you until you are scarlet. Do you understand?" "Y-yes, sir." "Very well. Fetch the brush." Bobby had to turn back to face his audience in order to go get the brush off the table, but he kept his eyes lowered as he picked it up and brought it back to Henry. He especially didn't want to see Lizzie's face. He secretly had a crush on her. He always wished that he could impress her somehow but what was happening now was the exact opposite. He picked up the hairbrush and handed it to his stepfather. "Hands on your head." was the next command. Bobby laced his fingers and put them on his head. He was shivering now from fear, but he tried to control it. Henry balanced the brush on one knee, then reached forward for the waistband of Bobby's underwear. It was just too much to think of being bared in front of the assembled guests. Bobbie's self-control broke, and he took a step backwards. A look of amazement crossed Henry's face; He'd become so accustomed to total obedience that this breech truly surprised him. "Step back here this minute!" he snapped. Bobby knew he had made a mistake, but he was still paralyzed with anxiety. He couldn't seem to keep himself from saying, "Please, sir, let me keep them on." He glanced at Lizzie then at Kevin smirking and then the others at the table." Please sir I'm not a little boy anymore. There are girls here" "I can see that you need a refresher course in obedience, and I intend to give you one!" Henry shouted angrily. He rolled up his sleeves revealing his muscular hairy forearms. "Rest assured that you'll pay for your defiance! Now get back here!" Carrie felt so bad for her brother. She knew that he had a crush on Lizzie and she knew that this experience was crushing him. She clenched her fists hard. The house rattled violently. The Light fixture swung. No one much noticed, however, as all eyes were on poor little Bobby. "Don't worry", Lizzie said kindly, "I'm not going to look" She was quickly told to stay out of it by her father Ron and she glared back for a second then decided not to say anything more. "He's just a kid anyway", Kevin offered, "He has nothing to hide down there, probably not even any hairs! probably nothing." Bobby looked completely defeated. It was hopeless; there was to be no mercy. He faced his fate and stepped back towards Henry who reached for his underpants. Bobby held still, shivering and sniffling. He closed his eyes and felt the waistband of his drawers sliding down his bottom and then down his thighs, finally forming a loose hobble around his ankles. He felt the cool air on her newly exposed parts. And he closed his eyes and lowered his head in shame. Ron and Kevin laughed. "How horrible to be exposed like this!", Carrie thought, To have his dignity just stripped away. "How would that jack-ass Henry like it?", She wondered. She suddenly had a vision of her macho stepdad being stripped naked in front of everyone. A look of shame in his face as everyone saw him exposed. Bet he wouldn't be so tough naked! It gave her a weird feeling deep down. She thought of the other guys in the room; "How would any of these Jerks like it?" "Open your eyes," Henry ordered. Bobby did, to find all seated looking steadily but impassively at his body, naked from the navel down. There didn't seem to be anything overtly sexual in their perusal; Maybe that was even worse. They all seemed to see him strictly as a naughty, spankable boy -- but it was still hotly embarrassing to him to be so exposed before them. He wanted so much to be thought of as a man. The many eyes gazing at his bared privates as if he was just a baby. At the thought of it, two big tears overflowed from his eyes and made their way down his face adding to his humiliation. Henry picked up the brush again and said, "Now bend over my knee, young man, and present your bottom for its punishment." Choking back a sob, he lowered himself across the strong legs in an agony of reluctance. "Are you ready?" Henry asked. This was a ritual question; the only acceptable answer was the one he gave: "Yes, sir." With that he raised the hairbrush high and brought it cracking down on his left cheek. Despite his resolve not to cry out, he couldn't hold back a small, strangled yelp. Carrie watched in agony. The vibrations started again. The next blow came quickly, followed by the next, as Henry applied one hard stroke after another to the smooth buttocks. Bobby's resolutions to preserve modesty and dignity were quickly forgotten and he began to twist and buck desperately -- not with an intent to escape Henry's lap, which was absolutely impossible with that strong masculine hold, but with the intent of at least diminishing the pain of the strokes. As he thrashed all his private parts flew into view. The hairbrush easily followed his every movement, though, and the scalding pain grew until Bobby was sure that his punished ass was going to burst into flames. The house started shaking again. Windows rattled some opened and slammed shut. But no one noticed as all attention was on the helpless teenaged boy getting thrashed by the macho disciplinarian. The strokes finally ceased and the house stopped moaning, and then Kevin breathed, "Wow! Thirty-seven swats! All hard ones, too! Is he ever red. Are you going to give to Carrie too?" His enthusiasm was obvious. "Yes, after we've had our dessert," Henry answered confidently , his friendly tone of voice belying the fact that he'd just delivered a scalding spanking to the weeping boy draped across his lap. Carrie's tears came fast upon hearing that she was going to have to go through this too. Through her misery Carrie heard the lustful rude men chuckle. There was more laughter, and then Henry said, "Kevin, do you want to have a slap at Bobby's ass too. Seems only fitting since it was you whom he swore at." Bobby thought he would choke from the humiliation when he heard that, but he didn't dare say a word. Kevin answered, "Sure!" and he got up and came over. Bobby couldn't hold back a gasp as he felt his hated school mate's hand on his freshly spanked bottom -- both from the pain of having anything touch his raw skin, and from the acute shame of having another teenaged boy's hand on his bare bottom. Kevin would sure be bragging to his buddies about this! "It's hot, all right!" Kevin noted then gave the butt a good slap. bobby yelped pathetically. Then Kevin looked up at Carrie and caught her eye. "You next!" he mocked. "How would he like that?" she thought harshly and the anger bubbled in her. She imagined running her fingers over his pert boy butt. She wondered what it looked like. How would he like to be helpless while somewhat felt up his butt? Maybe even stick something up that asshole of his. Bet that would make him yelp. Again that weird feeling inside her. He returned to his seat. "All right, time for dessert," Henry announced. "Bobby, back to your corner." Bobby stood stiffly and reached down to pull up his drawers. "Leave those where they are," Henry ordered, leaving Bobby to shuffle awkwardly back to the corner, hobbled by his underwear, his well-spanked bottom on display to all. Bobby stood beside his sister wiping his eyes and sniffling. He was totally emasculated not just in front of his mother and sister but also in front of a bully from school and a girl he had a crush on. Carrie tried to give him a reassuring look but he was even too ashamed to look at her. Bobby listened to the sounds of dessert being served, gritting his teeth against the urge to reach back and rub some of the sting from his bottom. He didn't want to do it in front of an audience, so he just had to stand there and bear the pain. It gave Carrie a feeling of unreality to listen to the normal, everyday noises of silverware clinking and dinner conversation going on while he poor little brother stood half-naked and hurting. She felt her powers rumbling inside her and she fought to keep them at bay. The house shook and vibrated but amazingly no one else seem to notice. A while later Henry once again repositioned his chair and this time summoned Carrie over. She turned to face the assembly and she saw the lustful stairs of the men comfortably sitting there. A door slammed somewhere and people jumped. Carrie's Mom gave her a worried look and Carrie tried to calm down. She minced up to the table to fetch the brush. Henry looked around and smiled at the admiration he was receiving from the others then looked back at poor shuffling Carrie. "Put your hands on your head", he ordered when she was near him. I'm going to take down your jeans. Carrie backed away! "But Sir!" she pleaded. Tears started pouring down her cheeks. Behind Henry, Kevin had a huge horny grin and Ron was smiling lustfully. "You guys are Jerks!" Lizzie suddenly blurted out. But no one noticed her. Henry continued "Don't be shy now. Your just a naughty little girl. No need for modesty around us adults" The men all laughed. The three of them stared lustfully at her with huge smiles, sitting like kings in their seats. Carie looked away from those smirking faces. The ladies in the room looked on helplessly. Her mom had a sad worried look and Lizzy looked angry. Carrie's anger started boiling too. Clearly all the women here knew that these macho bastards were sick perverts revelling in the abuse of a helpless teenaged girl. But was she really so helpless? Rafters moaned and the light fixture swung. Henry then commanded her to approach him so he could get her undressed. "No!" Carrie screamed. "No!" Henry looked shocked. The guest all turned to him to see how he would deal with this insolence. Doors slammed around the house. Dishes rattled. The windows that were open slammed shut and the front door lock snapped into place. "You little brat" Henry growled and he stood up menacingly. "You abusive Fuck" Carrie screamed and she pointed at him. Her powers surging. Then something in her head snapped. Henry's arms flew up. "What the fuck" he said as looked in awe at his arms now high in the air. His flannel shirt started to open from the top down, button after button popping off. Henry looked down at his chest as his hair covered pecks came in to view. Then his furry flat abdomen with a thick hairs trail of running into his pants. The guests were shocked and they stared as Henrys bare torso came into view. Hands over his head. He looked at Carrie; "Whats happening?" he shouted. His shirt opened ripped off and flew across the room. "Carrie please stop!", her mom shouted but it was too late. "Ill tell you what's happening!" Carrie yelled back; "your about to get whats coming to you! You are about to get a taste of your own medicine!" "You little bitch!" he shouted back trying to pull his arms down. His hairy pits looked sweaty. His belt flew off. His fly zipper ripped open and down came his pants revealing his muscular hairy legs. Then to his horror he felt his body lift of the ground. "Whoa!" came out of his mouth as he kicked his legs. He hovered in the air about two feet of the ground trying to regain his balance. His pants dropped off. Socks pulled off. The group at the table stared in amazement at the man clad only in his underwear was suspended somehow above the floor. Carrie smiled at her hated stepdad helplessly suspended almost naked. He actually looked quite hot. She had never really noticed before what a great body he had. "Lets see how you like being exposed!" she said. suddenly he fell bent over. He was now clearly being suspended from the back of his underwear which was being held up by the invisible force and it was pulling on him riding up his ass crack giving him the worse wedgie of his life. Carrie started laughing at the hilarious site of this muscular man thrashing about his his ever stretching underwear digging into his ass crack compressing his package. Two meaty hairy buttocks popped into view as the material stretched to the breaking point. "Ahh!" he moaned flaying his arms about. Then RRRIPPP. The material gave way and the now completely naked man crashed to the floor with a loud thud. He quickly stood up. Clutching his genitals and backed away from the table his back to the wall. He looked around at the shocked faces . He obviously didn't know how to react to his suddenly naked status at the dining room table where minutes before he was seated comfortably fully in charge. "Oh sorry", Carrie said with fake pleasantness "I'm afraid I cant allow you any modesty. Don't be shy now. Your just a naughty little boy. No need for modesty around us adults" His hands flew to his head. His large penis dangled in the open. He had bushy pubes and low hanging balls which were now displayed to the room. His flaccid long penis and scrotum swung wildly as he desperately tried to pull down his arms. Carrie laughed and looked around the room at the shocked dinner guests. Bobby who was still in the corner was also surprised but not really in shock. Somehow he always had hoped that this would happen. He reached down and pulled up his underwear. "Ok now, little boy, Carrie growled pointing at her stepfather, I want everyone to see your whole body. Up you go!" The naked man lifted off the ground and floated above the dining room table, hands still on his head. He was stunned into silence and was turning quite red. He started to rotate. His muscular body turned slowly so that everyone could see every part of him. His large cock and balls swayed as they rotated out of view and his broad shouldered back and hairy muscle ass came into view. He looked down at the his shocked audience who stared back up at him. He tried thrashing to escape this invisible force, when he lifted his thighs he could feel his asshole opening and knowing all assembled could see his most private part, he stopped moving and clenched his ass cheeks tight. He continued to do his nude rotation while everyone stared with mouthes open. He was clenching his buttocks for dear life but his package was totally on display. "Wow you have a big dick and balls" Carrie commented. She then asked Ron's wife if Ron's genitals were as big. This snapped everyone out of their trance. Ron turned to his wife in panic and she turned back to him. She didn't answer Carrie's question. "Well. I guess we will have to find out" Carrie laughed. "We got to get out of here!" Ron suddenly shouted. He stood up knocking his chair over and ran to the front door. His son Kevin got there first. "It won't open!" Kevin shouted to his father. "Oh you don't want to miss the show" Carrie said. "I'm just getting started!" Ron and Kevin turned back towards the table. The 3 women were still sitting there staring at Henry who's nude body was now standing on the table. Hands still on his head and his big genitals obscenely swinging in the breeze. He stared forward with a frightened shocked expression. He didn't look so tough now. Carrie was standing at the end of the table still pointing at him with a stern look. He tried to turn and look at Carrie. He tried to regain some control "Carrie! He shouted. I know your dong this somehow. Now stop it NOW! Calm down! Lets talk about this! You need to control of your self !" His legs were thrust apart and he almost lost balance. He now stood on the table hands on his head, hairy legs wide apart so that his nuts dangled wildly. He started to bend forward. "You can't do this to me!" He shouted as he realized the position he was assuming, "Im your stepdad! I'm the grown up!" His legs wide apart and held straight and he was bending at the waste so that his head was coming close to the table. This spread his buttocks wide. His hairy crack spread open and he felt the cold air on his anus as it was exposed to the room. He now looked back at Carrie and the other women at the table from under his wide spread legs past his swinging scrotum. "Please stop" he sad to her now finally more meekly, "A man should never be seen like this. Please..." Carrie mocked back; "The humiliation of baring your bottom is part of your punishment. And of course, the strokes just plain hurt more on bare skin. Plus, I like to be able to see the effect the spanking. I won't tell you ahead of time how many you'll get, I'll just spank you until your bottom is the shade of red I think you deserve." Henry looked forward at Ron and Kevin who were still across the room staring helplessly. "Do something!" He shouted to them. Ron looked at his son and mustered his courage. He gulped and tried to speak calmly but his voice trembled, "I take it you mean to spank Henry with with that hairbrush?" He said to Carrie as adult-like as he could. "I would have thought he is too old for that. Maybe we could just all sit down and talk this out." Carrie did her best to parrot what Henry said earlier; "If he acts like a child, I will punish him like one. I really don't see why I should quit using a method that works just because he has had a few birthdays. Spankings have been extremely effective in making silly boys better behaved. No matter how old they are" She looked at Ron and his teenaged son more closely. They were both pretty hot. they both had sandy blond hair. Ron's was cut neatly short but his teenaged son had longer hair which fell attractively over his ears. Both were in pretty good shape. Carrie suddenly thought it was cute the way they seemed afraid of her. Quite a difference from ten minutes ago when they were urging Henry on, enjoying her humiliation. "So while I'm spanking this naughty boy", Carrie continued, "I want you two to go to that corner. The one that we had to stand in before. You remember, Bobby was standing there bare-assed while you laughed at us. I want you both to go there and then take off all your clothes and stand facing the wall until Im ready for you." They both looked flabbergasted. "What?!" Ron said. He looked at the ladies still sitting at the table who just looked back. No one knew what to do. "You heard me", Carrie said. "Everything off! I want you both bare-assed naked!" "No fucking way!" Shouted Kevin. The door behind them suddenly opened and slammed shut violently causing everyone to jump. "Ok!" Ron shouted and he grabbed his hesitant son by the arm and headed for the designated spot. "Carrie! You can't do this!" Henry yelled from between his spread legs back at Carrie. She looked at his open ass and dangling scrotum and smiled. "I'm sorry Sir, but I just can't take you seriously looking at your hairy asshole like this." A widow flew open and in came the garden hose. It snaked through the air towards the dining room table where Henry was doubled over ass high in the air. He saw it coming and screamed "Nooo!" The hose spun and knotted then then came down suddenly lashing Henry's upturned buttocks. He wailed. Everyone else screamed as a red lash mark formed across the proud man's right butt cheek. Then it came again followed by another agonized scream. "You fucking BITCH!!" Henry screamed, "I'll kill you for this!!" Then another lash! Then another. His ass was covered with red angry lines. He started to sob. The lashes continued. Henry was screaming in pain. "YEOWWW!" He wailed pathetically as tears rolled down his handsome face. Carrie's Mother suddenly stood up and shook Carrie by the shoulders; "Stop!" she shouted. The hose dropped. Henry collapsed to the table lying on his front weeping into the table cloth. Carrie took a deep breath and looked around the room. Her Mom was standing beside her. Lizzie and her mother were still seated at the table looking at the prone naked man; his fiery red ass pointing upwards and his face down lying on the table. Bobby had moved up to the table with a huge grin on his face. Ron and Kevin were in the corner. Ron's shirt was open exposing his lean muscular chest with some light brown hairs between his pecs. He must have been starting to get undressed as ordered. However, his son was fully dressed. Both staring fearfully at the sobbing Henry. Carrie felt so bad. She had failed miserably at controlling her powers. Now everyone would know she was a freak. She was about run crying out the room but then Henry rolled on to his back. He sat up covering his genitals. "You fucking slut bitch whore!" He screamed. "You witch slut! Ill show you!" He tried to stand. Carrie facial expression changed again. The house started to creek and rumble. She pointed at him and the hose sprang back into life.