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Lost Bet and Clothing (Part 2) by erika
Lost Bet and Clothing (Part 1) by erika
Web Cam by c
Few Shorts (con't) by Katrina
Few Shorts by Katrina
Few Shorts by George
Embarrassing Sex Position by Michael
Boys Locker Room by Lauren
Bye Bye Bikini Angie Carlton
Ultimate Teen Girl Stripping Video by Chet
Ghosts of Amy III by amy
Ghosts of Amy II by amy
Ghosts of Amy's Naked Past by amy
Stripped By My Girlfriend.. by Vince
Department Store Humiliation by amy
Picking The Wrong Fight by Sandra
Nursing Stories by Katrina
A few More Stories by George
Nursing Initiations and Other Stories by Katrina
Too Pee Or Not To Pee by Same
Fun with Alicia by ravegirl
Stripped After Prom T-Dawg
High School Wedgie by forget
Blackmail by Newbie
2 From the Web by from the web
Tracey's School Trip by Katie Smith
Parents Just Don't Understand by LBS
My Barney Nightmare by from the W W W
Bad Boys by Tasha
Robbed by Ralph
Stripped at a Walmart by Surfer
Alice pantsed at Her Party by Dan
Great Stories! (21st Birthday) by Emma
Last From Me by George
Nursing Initiations by Lucy
Youngest Daughter Further 2 by George
Nursing Initiations Youngest Daughter part 1 by George
Nursing Initiation Stories by w
Eldest Daughter's Initiation by George
Nursing Initiations by w
Nursing In the Family by George
OT's Initiation by Helen
Sue's First Time by Erika
Worst Date Ever by off the web
Initiation Stories - Nurse Style by w
Baby Sitter's Bikini Bondage by Tom
The princess and the pee by Emily
Subway Streak - Part 3 by Isabella
Subway Streak - Part 2 by Isabella
The Beach by Erika
| Name: | erika |
| Subject: | part 2 |
| Message: | Lisa Rogers
Lost Bet and Clothing part 2 Tue Dec 27, 2005 13:28 71.112.202.248 The guy who won the bet stepped forward clapping his hands and congratulating me on making it home. "Good job, but not good enough" he said. I did my best to cover up my nakedness. "What do you mean" I snapped. "Because you didn’t make it home before sunrise, you still owe me one more thing" he said as he handed me a razor and shaving cream. "What am I supposed to do with that?" I asked. "For your bonus penalty, you must sit on the kitchen table with your legs spread wide open while we watch you shave yourself between your legs, completely bald". "No way" I said. "It’s either that or you can leave now" he said. The others chimed in that I was to pay the additional penalty. I really saw no choice since I had no clothes, it was broad daylight outside and I was miles from home with no way to get into my house since he had the key. Reluctantly I climbed up on the table as he handed me the razor and shaving cream. I really didn’t want to spread my legs in front of these people I thought to myself, so I sat there for a moment legs crossed. "Time for the show to start" he said. "Spread your legs wide open my dear, so we can all see with great detail, your womanhood". At that I blushed more that I have ever blushed before. I really saw no way out, so once again, I bit the bullet and spread my legs wide apart. Then without hesitation, I applied the shaving cream to my muff. Grabbing the razor I began to shave off the hair between my legs until it was completely gone. When I finished, he told me to keep my legs spread until he had a chance to inspect my work. I sat there with my naked body completely exposed. Having no hair to cover my pussy made me feel especially vulnerable and exposed. After he was done inspecting me, he stepped back so everyone could get a good look at my expense. "Are you satisfied" I asked? Just then a flash went off. Someone had taken a picture of me completely naked and exposed. I jumped off the table and demanded my clothes back. With one last snicker we handed me a bag with my clothes in it. "No hard feelings" he said. "All this was just for fun, part of the bet". I knew he was right, I probably would have done the same thing since we really didn’t define what this bonus penalty could consist of. The regular part of the bet was carefully scripted, the last part was just something we added on in the end. But I am definitely feeling that there is a big score to settle. With a forced smile, I looked him right in the eyes and said "No hard feelings, but I do want a chance to get even with you". "We’ll see" he said. With that, I opened the bag, got dressed and left. Wednesday, December 28th 2005 - 12:44:18 PM |
| Name: | erika |
| Subject: | From the web part 1 |
| Message: | Lisa Ropgers
Lost bet and clothing Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:58 71.112.202.248 Lost Bet and Clothing by Lisa Rogers My alarm clock went off at 4:30 am. I began to think about what I would be doing soon and the preparations that we had made the evening before. I was beginning to have second thoughts. How did I get myself into this I wondered. I was certain that Alan Iverson and the 76ers would win atleast 2 games of the NBA finals. If only they had, then the tables would be turned and I would have won the bet. Now I must pay off my gambling debt with my clothing and my modesty. I looked at the clock and hurried to get ready. Sunrise was at 5:48 am, that didn't leave much time. He came over at 5:00 am as scheduled. "Are you ready" he asked with a smile. Forcing a smile I said "I sure am". With a big grin, he sat down and looked me over from head to toe. "Take off your clothes sweethart" he commanded with a soft but sure voice. That was the first thing I had to do to satisfy my lost bet with him. I kicked off my shoes and slid off my socks. Then I reached up to unbutton my blouse. I hesitated for a second before sliding it past my shoulders and down my arms. Letting the blouse fall to the floor I reached to unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs. Stepping out of my jeans I looked up at him realizing that my bra would be the next thing to come off. My cheeks turned red with embarasement as I realized that he was staring at my chest waiting for my breasts to be bared. It was even worse knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop it. I reached up to grab the clips between my breasts and un-hooked them. I had a hard time pulling the cups from my breasts so I froze as I starred at him with a panicked look in my face. He noticed that I was trembling but had no compasion. "The longer you wait, the less time you will have" he said. Realizing that he was right, I looked down and away as I slowly pulled the bra cups away from my chest exposing my bare 36C breasts to him. Quickly I slid the bra down my arms and let my bra fall to the floor. As I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my panties, I felt another rush of embarrassment come to my face. I pulled my panties down just far enough so the tufts of my pubic hair became visible then I paused and looked up at him again. He just smiled and said "Well let's go". I then ran my panties all the way down my legs and stepped out of them. "Alright I am naked" I said to him. "Good, here is the combination and I will only say it once. 15-47-28". With that, he lead me to the door as I slipped my shoes back on. I paused once more not wanting to go through with it, but I had no choice. Looking at me he said "You better not wait any longer, there is just over 30 minutes left until sunrise", then he opened the door and lead me out on to the porch. "Good luck" he said as he closed and locked the door behind me. Just then a gust of cool night air swept across the front of my naked body causing my nipples to harden. 30 minutes I thought to myself. Yesterday, after we set up all the props, it took only 20 minutes to complete the course, but that was fully dressed. I would only have 10 minutes for hiding and taking alternate routes. Looking around I saw that there was nobody around so I dashed out to the street. Looking around again, I saw that the coast was clear. I ran down the street dodging in and out of whatever covering I could find. Around the corner I saw the headlights of a car coming this way so I ducked behind a parked car. When the car passed I stared again down the street. At the end of the street was a well lit arterial that I would have to cross. I wanted to wait, but time was ticking. Soon the sun would come up and the streets would be busy with cars and pedestrians. Armed with only the combination of a lock that I would need to open, and my white tennis shoes, I could see that there would probably never be a perfect time to cross this busy street so I waited until the last car passed and darted across the street and into the park. I heard a few honks so it was clear that some of the distant oncoming cars saw my naked body. I ran at full speed to the other end of the park where the parking lot was. There in the center of the parking lot was a light pole with a combination lock around the base. Attached to the lock was another key. This light was a double edge sword. On one hand I wanted the light to be off so nobody could see me, on the ther hand I needed the light to open the lock. I paused as I reached the edge of the parking lot. To my horror, there were two police cars parked with the officers chatting to each other so I hid in the bushes. My heart began to race as I realized the predicament I was in. At the rate I was going I could only afford a few minutes here assuming everyhing else went smoothly. Five minutes went by and still no movement by the police. My 10 minute cushion was almost gone. Then I got a brilliant idea. Back on the busy arterial, I noticed a phone booth. I could make a fake 911 call. I raced back through the park and stopped as I approached the arterial. Although phone both was only ten feet away it was also in plain sight of the traffic. To make things worse, there was a light on in the booth. No time to waste, I jumped in the booth picked up the phone and dialed the number. Just then I saw several cars approaching. With my naked body clearly visible, I had no choice but to stay. The phone rang and rang for what seemed like an eternity. The drivers all noticed me and slowed down to get a good look at me. What was I to do, so I just smiled and waved. There was an answer and I made up a story about a break-in at the liquor store. As I turned around to leave the phone booth, I ran into two guys out for an early morning run. They whistled as their eyes covered every inch of my body. Covering up as best I could, I ran back into the park towards the parking lot at the other end of the park. What ever may have been left of my ten minute cushion was for sure gone and then some. Approaching the parking lot I could see that there was nobody there. Then I thought what was the combination? After all this I forget the combination! My heart began to race once again, as I stood naked under the light, staring at the lock. Try to remember, I said to myself. I could now hear people coming, they were heading right this way. What do I do? I can’t afford any more time since the sun would break in just minutes then my cover of darkness would be gone and I still have to get my car and drive home, naked. I bit the bullet and frantically began to dial various combinations. No luck. Just then two couples in their 30's emerged from the trail that lead to the parking lot carrying tennis gear. They stopped as they saw me crouching at the base of the light pole fumbling with the lock. I couldn't leave since I needed the lock open in order to move on. They approached me and asked if I was alright. I said "everything was fine". "Can we help in any way?" one of the ladies asked. I said "I just need to open this lock and I can be on my way, I don't have time to explain". One of the women said "My father was a locksmith, I learned a few tricks in opening locks like this one". "Great" I said. "Do you think you could open this one for me"? "I’ll try" she said. I stood up to let her get at the lock. I felt so exposed as I noticed the two men look me over from head to toe. Even the other woman was taking note of my feminine charms. I felt so foolish trying to use my hands to cover up. Besides there was no way to completely cover up anyway, so I decided to just stand there with my hands to my side and let them stare at my naked body. Standing there, naked, exposed and under a light, the seconds seemed like hours. Then I noticed a car pulling into the parking lot. It was two guys. They immediately noticed me and began to stare. I felt naked before, now I really feel naked. They too had tennis gear, as I realized that I was standing in the parking lot next to the tennis courts. There must be a huge demand for tennis courts, that must be why so many people arrive early to avoid the crowd. This means that even more people were sure to show up and soon. Just then, the one woman opened the lock, freed the key and closed the key in her hand. "The price for my services is that you must give us a quick explanation as to why you are naked and trying to open this lock, and while doing so, you must model for us". Figuring that they have already seen me naked and I needed the key I agreed. While posing in many different positions, all very revealing, I explained how I lost this bet and that my payment for losing was to strip completely naked for the guy who won the bet. Then with only tennis shoes and about thirty minutes left until sunrise, I had to travel on foot to this park and unlock the key to my car. Then I had to take the key to a parking lot across a busy, and well lit street to get my car. Then once in my car I had to drive to his apartment naked. Under the floor mat in my car was a key to his apartment. At his apartment, I would get my clothes back and the key to my house. If I made it to his house before sunrise, then my bet would be paid off. If not then I will have to pay an additional penalty. During my little show a few more people with tennis gear arrived and stopped to watch. When she was satisfied with my explanation, she asked for one more thing. "Give me your name and number, I periodically have parties where we have fun and play games where the losers must also pay with their clothes" she said. With a smile on her face she handed me the key as she glanced down at my chest. "Good Luck" she said. By then at least a dozen people were in attendance. Running as fast as my bouncing boobs would allow, I came to the place near where I had to cross the busy street but still out of view of the cars. I could see my car in the parking lot but I couldn’t see a good way to cross without being seen. I had never noticed how many street lights there were. What a waste of electricity I thought. Why don’t they just turn these lights out. Just then the sun broke through. Oh no I thought, I’m stuck. Well I have to do it. By now the traffic had picked up and I couldn’t just cross anywhere, I had to use the cross walk and wait for the light. I came out of my hiding spot and walked over to the corner of the intersection where the pedestrian crossing signal post was and hit the cross button. I was hoping for a quick light change so I waited on the side of the road. Cars were slowing down and honking as they went by. The light still would not change for me. I thought of ducking back in my hiding spot when I saw the traffic light turn yellow. Usually cars will try to run a yellow light. Not this time, they all stopped. The drivers all wanted a real good look at my naked body. When my walk light came on, I raced across the street not even trying to hide myself, then through the parking lot and got in my car. I can’t believe it. My ordeal was almost over. The only thing left was driving to his house and getting from my car to his apartment. At least for now I could conceal my nakedness in my car. Even though, I still feel very exposed to the public. Pulling out into traffic, so far so good. I got through the first few intersections with no problem. Only one main intersection left and my light was green. I just wish that the car in front of me would go faster. Just then the light turned yellow. The car in front of me slowed, but then decided to go through as the light turned red. I thought about running the red light until I saw a police car turn on his lights to stop the car that was in front of me. There I was, the first car in the left turn lane. I felt so exposed. There was a large group of pedestrains crossing in front of my car. My heart raced as I realized that they might see me naked. I held my breath when one of them looked at me and saw that I was at least topless if not naked. He told his friends and they came around to the side to see that I was indeed fully naked. Not wanting to cause a scene, I gave them a complementary look then smiled as I waved to them. That seemed to work as they finished crossing. I waited for almost a minute longer before my light turned green. In the mean time the group of boys must have tipped off the guy in the car to the right of me since he had a big grin on his face as he was staring at my bare breasts. On the green light I went through the intersection. More pedestrians must have noticed my predicament as they smiled and waved at me. I just kept driving. Finally I could see his apartment. To my dismay, a few of his neighbors were out front talking. How was I going to get inside without being seen. I checked to make sure his house key was where it was supposed to be, and it was. Why can’t they just go inside I thought. The last thing I need is for his neighbors to see me driving around and around naked waiting for the coast to be clear. The only thing I could think to do is pull into the parking lot, sit very low and wait, so that’s what I did. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. My fear was that a neighbor would see my car pull up and then come over and want to visit with me. My heart was again racing. Finally it seemed like the coast was clear. I looked around again and saw nobody. I opened my car door with his apartment key in hand and looked again. Good, it looks like I am good to go. I bolted out of my car towards the main door when I heard a voice call out. Did they see me? Who was it? I didn’t stop to find out. I opened the main door only to run right in to a middle aged man who was just leaving to get in his car. We startled each other and both froze. He looked me over for a second when I just decided to keep going. I slid past him and entered the lobby. Should I take the stairs or the elevator. The stairs were at the other end and then I would have to double back to get to his unit. I decided to take the elevator instead since it was right there. I pushed the up button and the door opened right up. I was hoping that nobody was in it and it was empty. Good I thought. I pushed the button for the seventh floor as the doors closed. I have never seen an elevator this slow I was thinking to myself. The elevator made a sudden stop on the fourth floor. My heart began to race as the doors opened. There was nowhere to hide, what should I do. Just then a husband and wife entered the elevator absolutely stunned to see a completely naked woman on board. They looked me over as the doors shut. "Don’t even ask" was all I said as I tried to keep my composure. It was hopeless to try to cover up so I just stood there with me hands to my side. When the elevator reached the seventh floor the doors opened and I got out only to find three more guys waiting to get on. I hurried past them amazed at how quickly the town wakes up once the sun comes out. His unit was only a few doors down. I got to the door and fumbled with my key trying to get it in the lock. I was so nervous that I dropped the key. I looked around once more as I picked up the key. I don’t think anyone has noticed me. I finally got the key in the door, unlocked the door just as his neighbor opened his door and went inside slamming the door behind me. I leaned up with my back against the door and hands over my head as I drew a sigh of relief. All of a sudden the lights went on and everyone yelled SURPRISE! WHAT, I thought. Who are these people and where did they come from and what are they doing here? There were about seven people in all. Five guys, and two women. I have never felt so naked in my whole life. The guy who won the bet stepped forward clapping his hands and congratulating me on making it home. "Good job, but not good enough" he said. I did my best to cover up my nakedness. "What do you mean" I snapped. "Because you didn’t make it home before sunrise, you still owe me one more thing" he said as he handed me a razor and shaving cream. "What am I supposed to do with that?" I asked. "For your bonus penalty, you must sit on the kitchen table with your legs spread wide open while we watch you shave yourself between your legs, completely bald". " Wednesday, December 28th 2005 - 12:41:27 PM |
| Name: | c |
| Subject: | web cam |
| Message: | This happened when I was 18. This one guy that I really liked asked me to come over to his house after school to "help him study". I said sure, thinking I could make a move on him there. He was in his room when I got there, so his mom sent me upstairs. After I put my bag of books down, he told me to strip for him in a seductive way and then do some othe sexy stuff. I was thinking that he liked me to, but boy was i wrong. Once I was completely naked I started rubbing myself everywhere and stuff. I even grabbed my shirt and rubbed it between my legs. After my crush got up, stripped down and told me to get down on my knees and suck him until he came.
I did, and then to my surprise, he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. I had to walk all the way home NAKED! And that is not all. When I went back to school on monday, I found out that he had had his webcam on the whole time and he had sent the link to the whole school! Everyone had seen me do that! Tuesday, December 27th 2005 - 08:33:11 AM |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | Few shorts (cont'd) |
| Message: | We made her sit naked all the way back, we reckoned she was getting stroppy with us so we dropped her off first but let her keep the coat and heels.
The other items were hanging on pegs in the changing room for a whole day until she was back on shift. George I cannot say I have seen an actual doctor naked although have assisted in a few farewell baths but these are always fully clothed. Your lot must be pretty wild to put them both in stockings and heels out of the minibus. Did the guys strip them or the other girls, we think we are bad but we would only let girls strip girls although that would not let us stop us strip a guy. Saturday, December 24th 2005 - 07:46:53 PM |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | Few Shorts |
| Message: | Thanks George
I have been hoping you would return to the board but after the comments the last time I have been underwhelmed with their contributions. Your timing is quite astounding we have just had our ward night out in a hotel in the next town and we have just had a situation which in some ways is similar to yours. Firstly one of our nurses celebrated her birthday at midnight at the christmas night out, we told the DJ and had a cake with candles and the whole room sang happy birthday. She was embarrassed but we had all had a few drinks and thought no more about it. Someone brought up the fact that if we were at work she would have to be in her birthday suit because that's what we do. It was clearly out of the question as we were in a very public place. it would not be right to do it in public and we have our own reputation to think about. One thing lead to another and while she at the loo we decided that she would make the journey in the minibus naked to make up for it. The dance finished at 1.00 am and we had booked transport for 1.30 to take us back for the forty minute run back. After we got our coats we were waiting to get picked up and our colleague who must remain nameless went to the loo again, remember she is completely unaware of what the journey will mean to her. Four of the girl followed her and jumped her when she had come from the cubicle. They easily took her high heels and coat from her, she offered a feeble fight due to too much wine to stop them lifting her dress up and over her head her bra and pants were removed with a struggle as she realised what was happening and she was handed her coat to put on so she could come back to join us. We were all shocked at how quick this had all happened but the bus arrived to take us back so we all got on board. We returned her shoes so she could walk with us to the bus and you should have seen the look on her face when we all started to sing happy birthay again, she knew what was coming next. Well we got the coat and shoes off her and made her sit naked. Saturday, December 24th 2005 - 07:34:24 PM |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Few Shorts |
| Message: | A few shorts to keep the board alive over the festive season.
First Katrina asked how my wife and kath end up on our door step naked. Well has good as since they only had heels and stockings on. Well they where playing a silly game guessing the type and colur of guys underwear. The trick was to get the guys to prove it. If they did and you'd guessed right fine. If they did and you guest wrong you had to remove a article of clothing. If the guy won't prove it you lost two. So you had to be careful about who you picked. The others got to decide what you had to take off. It didn't take much for kath and my wife to be in debt. They tried to get out of paying up and as a result they where stripped in the back of the minibus and thrown out at the end of the road. I wished i'd been awake to see them running along the road naked. The only other time i saw a female doctor get green horn was when i was a third year. She was a obnocious little cow. The girls decided they where going to dunk her. The senior consultant heard their plans and they thought they where in trouble. But no, he said to make sure it was in the buff and that she had to make her way back nude. The girls grabbed her and stripped her. She screamed for help. She got it in the form of additional staff coming to help her get it over quicker by assisting in the stripping. I saw her as she tried to make her way back to the doctors locker room very naked and wet. Saturday, December 24th 2005 - 08:01:16 AM |
| Name: | Michael |
| E-mail address: | xxx@xxx.com |
| Subject: | Embarrassing sex position |
| Message: | THE MOST EMBARRASSING SEX STORY EVER !!!
Linda and Kurt's first holiday together was a short visit to the city of Copenhagen. They arrived at the motel without pre-booking and where forced to rent out 2 singles for the first night, with the promise that they may move into a nice double room for the rest of the trip. To make such an arrangement possible, they had to vacate the rooms early in the morning, a fact which would immediately ring alarm bells for anyone that knew this extremely procrastinating (and very horny) couple. Well Kurt woke up with a "morning glory" after snaggling all night long on a single bed and Linda was not about to pass up starting the day with an orgasm - hence they decided vacating the room could wait 20 minutes. Apart from being extremely horny and procrastinating they are also a rather imaginative couple, especially when it comes to sex. They proceeded their early morning shag with one of their favourite but slightly immobilising position – the backwards crab ! This was the exact position that the hotel cleaner found them in as he barged in, ready to clean the room ! He was surprised, but unfortunately he was pleasantly surprised as he did not leave ! Instead he starting yapping about how they where meant to vacate the room, whilst poor Kurt tried desperately to cover his girl friend’s (rather large) breasts with one hand whilst furiously stretching to try close the door with the other - no mild task when you still have a naked girl arching over you in crab ! Moral of the Story : Always pre-book your motel ! For more such stories Visit www.embarrassingstories.mzarb.com Wednesday, November 30th 2005 - 01:02:41 PM |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.embarrassingstories.mzarb.com |
| Name: | Lauren |
| Subject: | boys locker room |
| Message: | Before I start I'd just like to say, when someone says "treat others the way you want to be treated", take that statment seriously.
My friends and I went to a water park one day and I played a trick on one of my friends just for laughs. When she wasn't looking I untied her triangle top bikini, and let it fall to the ground exposing her breasts. She grabbed it fast and put it back on. She was really mad, but everyone else got a big kick out of it. When we got home, we all had chlorine in our hair, everyone took a shower. I was the last one out (I didn't know at the time). My friend that I embarrassed took the extra time I gave her to plan a way to get back at me. When I walked out of the bathroom, in just a towel, my friend grabbed me and my other friends helped her tie me up. They drove me out to a public pool, and tied me up in the boys locker room. Before they left me there she said, "Oops, I almost forgot!" and then she ripped my towel right off. They left me there naked and humiliated in front of millions of boys that came in and out. Most of whom took pictures. I was so embarrassed. Tuesday, November 29th 2005 - 06:58:10 AM |
| Name: | Angie Carlton |
| E-mail address: | abc34@mail.com |
| Subject: | Bye Bye Bikini |
| Message: | Last Memorial Day weekend my friend Cindy and I went to a local lake to swim and hangout. We were in the water when we saw this guy named Ben who went to school with us. I think he is pre med. Anyway, he had brought the teenage boys with him. I guess he was suppose to be supervising them. Cindy thought it would be funny to swim over and yank down Bens trunks,so she did. She came back over and we laughed. Cindy suddenly took off running. I turned around and saw all those boys coming at us so I turned and ran also. I thought I had got away because I had reached the sand one of the boys had grabbed me by my bikini bottoms. Not only did he grab them, he started pulling them down. I was fighting to keep them up as the boys surrounded me. I then felt my top come loose. I grabbed it with one hand and still fought to keep up my bottoms. Another boy tried to untie one side of my bottoms so I slapped away his hand. When I did my top got yanked off. I covered my boobs with both hands and they pulled away my bottoms. I couldn't beleive it. They had stripped me naked in a matter of seconds. But my problems didn't end there. I had to run about 300 yards to my towel and clothes naked in front of everyone there. Most of it was a blur but I do remember a troop of boy scouts I went right through. I heard alot of yelling,clapping and cheering but I just grabbed my stuff and went to my car. Cindy was able to get my suit back. But til after they carried it around like a trophy and took a group pic with it according to her. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I am over it now.
Feel free to contact me if you want to share a similar experience or tease me. Hey, if I don't laugh about it I might cry. Monday, November 28th 2005 - 04:28:45 PM |
| Name: | Chet |
| Subject: | The ULTIMATE teen girl stripping video - and it's for REAL |
| Message: | http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=1302314
This has to be the ULTIMATE teen stripping video: A McDonald's surveillance video, aired this week by a prominent national news network, shows a very attractive 18-year old Louise Ogborn of Mount Washington, Kentucky being ordered to strip - completely naked - by her female supervisor who is receiving instructions over the phone from someone claiming to be a police officer. Ogborn is accused by the person on the phone of stealing a customer's purse. Ogborn complies and the video shows her stripping, until she is naked. [Note now by this point, the embarrassed girl is now totally naked. If she wanted to bolt, where would she now run to? Out into the main part of the restaurant in front of who knows how many people? And then where would she go after that? Some of you may think you know where this might be going and might want to flame her for subjecting herself to a humiliating strip-search by a FEMALE supervisor in the first place. True, once she was naked, she was doomed. But, surely she could never have imagined in her worst nightmare the things that were to occur next.] Once Ogborn is completely naked, her supervisor is then instructed by the voice over the phone to have her fiance, 43-year old Walter Nix, come to the restaurant to watch Ogborn - who is still totally naked - in a small room, alone with Nix, until police arrive. Ogborn's female supervisor then leaves the room, leaving Ogborn alone with Nix. At one point Ogborn is ordered by Nix to bend over so he can observe her from the rear. Still naked, the video then shows Ogborn being ordered by this 43-year old man to do jumping jacks in facing him in order to ''shake loose'' anything that she might be hiding (hiding you know where, that is). She is then spanked - yes, S-P-A-N-K-E-D - by Nix violently on her bare ass for over 10 minutes. Finally, she is made to perform a sexual act on her knees in front of the seated guy (yep, you guessed correctly what she was forced to do). Then, the door open again and a 58-year-old maintenance man is brought in and also instructed to observe Ogborn in the nude. This guy has some brains and smells something isn't right. At this point, the supervisor decides to call her manager at home. The manager apparently correctly assumes that her supervisor had just been duped, not by the crying and completely humiliated Ogborn, but by the caller on the other end of the phone. They call the police. Soon, this small room is swarming with McDonald employees - while Ogborn is still standing there TOTALLY NAKED - and the police arrive soon after that. A quick-thinking employee dials *69. The call is traced to a pay phone in Panama City, Florida. Soon detectives on the case track the call down to a phone card purchased at Wal-Mart. Thankfully, Wal-Mart has video surveillance cameras of their own, trained on its cash registered. The phone card purchase is caught on video! It's being purchased by a guy in a prison guard uniform. Later, the warden of a jail run by Corrections Corporation of America identifies one of its guards as the phone card purchaser. David Stewart is soon arrested, extradited to Kentucky and charged with solicitation of sodomy and impersonating a police officer and has pleaded not guilty. Nix is also arrested, as well as Ogborn's supervisor. Ogborn is now suing McDonald's. If the chain had any brains, they would had her a blank check. That's surely what a jury is bound to do anyway after the view this tape. Yes, this site has some funny stories. And most of us laugh, or at least smile, when we watch some pretty, busty, very embarrassed 18-year old girl trying to fetch her bikini top after a wave rips it off at the beach (even better if her bottoms go out with the tide, too). Or when a group of bitchy high school chicks who've bragged about humiliating guys and for getting 12-year old boys spanked on their naked bottoms by their moms at a crowded pool discover that their own naked pics have been posted on the web. Or when that uppity, snobbish cheerleader you've always hated ever since she told you to get lost for asking her out has her spankies mysteriously fall down to her ankles while she is at the top of the pyramid in a nationally televised competition, just as she has jumped into the air, her skirt flowing upwards in the breeze. Or when that equally snobbish blonde bombshell (think Heather Thomas' character in Zapped!) suddenly has all of her clothes torn off her body at the packed high school prom. But sadly, some teen girl stripping stories are quite and very humiliating real for its victims. No girl should have to suffer the humiliation that Ogborn did. I, for one, hope all the people involved in her degrading torture, rot in prison. VIDEO http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=1302314 STORY: http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=1297922&page=1 Thursday, November 17th 2005 - 12:07:35 AM |
| Name: | amy |
| E-mail address: | fungirl2000@mail.com |
| Subject: | ghosts of amy III |
| Message: | "By the way this doesn't mean that you're a lesbian, just a slut." Sandy said.
"I saw that tape of you at Spring Break. Pretty exciting stuff. Why don't you do some of them for us." "Noo." Amy said. "That was all a mistake. Just like this. An accident." "Don't you remember the psychology course you took." Brad said. "There are no accidents, just things people subconsciously want to happen." "That's bullshit." Amy shouted momentarily disregarding the menace to her rear end. "You mean I wanted to end up naked in public and spanked and shoved into a corner like this. I had nothing to do with it." "You seem pretty turned on by it." Sandy said putting two hands around Amy's waist and lifting her up up in the air and turning her around like a ballet dancer to show Amy's erect nipples and the leakage on her pussy, before depositing her facing the crowd. "That's an accident, it's just a biological response." Amy insisted miserably turning around to huddle with her face in the corner and her butt pointed out. "I'm not some sicko that's turned on by this kind of stuff." "It's generally our taboos that arouse us." Sandy said turning Amy back around and face to face with her and everyone in the lobby. "What's your taboo, Amy? Between those brown and green and black sweaters and all the shapeless outfits and even that one piece suit you use for occasional dips in the pool, I think we have a good idea of what your taboo is." "No." Amy said. "This is all just made up nonesense." "Really, is it nonesnese, that you ended up being naked and groped by half the dorm, when nothing like that was planned or should have happened?" Brad asked. The red light from his video camera shining interrogatively into Amy's eyes. "Or did your subconscious arrange for it to happen?" "I'm not going to listen to any more of this." Amy shouted. "Isn't it enough what you've done to me. I'm naked, I've been spanked in public. I can never look anyone in the face again, never hold any kind of office and I'm going to have to transfer out of this college completely. What more do you want?" Sandy pushed aside Amy's legs, exposing her wet pussy to the entire room and forcing her to remain in that position by keeping her own legs between Amy's. "Oh I think you're going to be pretty popular here, after all." Sandy said. "And after today, there won't be a student here that doesn't know your name. The only question is, are you ready to capitalize on it. Or are you going to crawl back into your shell and pretend you're asexual, before finding ways to cut loose and completely humiliate yourself the way you did at Spring Break or right now." She tickled Amy's exposed clitoris again and reached forwards and wiped her fingers on Amy's mouth and then her own. "Just remember that the path of repression will lead you into another situation where you're naked and horny in front of a few hundred people when you don't want to be." Sandy said. With that she went to work moving her fingers inside Amy's pussy exposed to the view of the crowd. "Oh and can we have a male volunteer from the audience, just so this experience doesn't lead poor Amy to think she's a lesbian." Sandy quipped. Twenty male students stepped forwards, Sandy picked one and motioned him over. While Sandy explored the crevices of Amy's vagina, the male student put his hands on Amy's breasts and tweaked her stiff nipples. Amy tried to control her responses but within moments she found herself gasping and shuddering. "I will not give in." She said firmly between hoarse breaths. "I am not turned on by any of this. I am not that kind of person." Sandy smiled and pulled back and Amy felt mingled relief and disappointed, just before Sandy bent down and placed her mouth on Amy's nether lips. In seconds, Amy was screaming in the throes of an orgasm, the agony of her butt forgotten in an incredible thrill of pleasure. The next thing that she consciously saw was the male student stepping away and Sandy rising from between Amy's legs. Amy felt herself sagging and collapsed against the corner, butt resting on the floor ignoring the pain that flared in her cheeks or that this squat opened her up to the scrutiny of the audience in gynecological detail. "Well." Sandy asked sarcastically. "Did you like it." Amy's trapped helpless gaze swept back and forth between the crowd and Sandy and the video camera. Slowly she nodded her head. "Do you want more?" Sandy asked. Amy looked alarmed and at the same time there was desire in her eyes. "I don't know." She mumbled. "I don't know anymore." "Is this all a turn on?" Sandy asked. Amy covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with another, but she realized she was still naked in every way that mattered. She gave a little moan and covered her face instead but Sandy pried away her hands from her face and stroked one finger along Amy's left breast. "Yes, is that what you wanted to hear?" Amy said. "Yes it is. I don't know why. I don't know what's wrong with me, but it is. Now is it over, will you let me go?" Sandy smiled pityngly. "You still haven't been punished for stepping out of your corner and covering yourself." Brad pointed out. "No, no, no, no." Amy repeated seeing the sly look on his face, even as Sandy took her by the arm and began to lead her over to the bench where Kathy had spanked her. "It's not fair." She whined. "You made me do it. It's not fair." "Life's not fair." Sandy said shrugging. Brad meanwhile had turned over the video camera to another student and sat down on the bench. As Amy continued to struggle, Sandy pulled her to a stop. "You can either get spanked by me or him." She offered. Wincing Amy pulled away from her. It was no choiche. She had felt how hard Sandy hit. Brad was a guy and he'd want to sexually exploit her, but at least he wouldn't be really trying to physically hurt her, or so she hoped. She tried to put out of her mind the knowledge that she was willing to be groped, rather than submit to the pain that Sandy was sure to inflict. Willingly she lay down on his lap and tried not to squirm as he began adjusting her body into the right position. She felt the rough sensation of her naked thighs and stomach against his rough jeans. Her breasts hung downwards along with her hair which brushed the floor. A day ago she had beaten him and been telling him what to do at the magazine. Today she was lying naked and trembling over his lap. Something had gone very wrong and she was having trouble understanding exactly what. As he began to spank her, light spanks warming her bottom but not really hurting her, Amy let herself hang down, hands touching the floor and feet splayed in an almost relaxed state. She tried not to meet the eyes of anyone looking at her. She was just too exhausted and too tired for this any longer. Her muscles ached, she was wet, sweaty and disheveled. Sandy's palm was on her naked back holding her in place while Brad spanked her and then Brad had taken his other hand and placed in inside her pussy, moving it in and out. The spanks began to come quicker and harder but they didn't hurt so much as they felt good. Amy felt lost in some sort of exhausted trance. Occasionally Brad would switch to touching her breasts and Amy felt herself arching into his touch and when she spanked her, she pushed her hips into his. She felt completely enervated and detached from the situation. A minute later she began to moan and the bucking became more intense. She was riding a wave of blistering slaps and she could hear herself out loud begging for more. And Brad delivered. When Amy came to herself, the revebrations of her last scream were still ringing in her ears. Looking up she could see the smirk on Sandy's face and the mixture of grins, contempt and amusement on everyone else's. Holding on to her waist, Brad set her on her feet and gave her one final spank that motioned her forwards. As the pleasure began to wear off, Amy could feel the burning on her butt returning twice as powerfully as before. But worst of all she could feel the copious wetness between her thighs. Getting up she had seen that Brad had a wet spot on his jeans and she knew that it had been hers and not his. She couldn't stand to look back at him, knowing the smirk that would be on his face. She lowered her head and looked at Sandy, waiting for directions. She could no longer make decisions on her own or wanted to. She covered her face with her hands and stood in front of Brad and Sandy and the crowd of fellow students completely naked. She had nothing left to hide anymore except her face. "I think it's time for you to go back in the corner." Sandy suggested. Sniffling Amy rose, not caring about her nudity, and planted her face in the corner exactly as she had as a child, sticking out her bottom to the crowd. Sensing that the show was over, the crowd began to slowly dissipate with a few passers by running their hands over Amy's butt, pinching her cheeks or giving her a light spank but she didn't react in any way. A few minutes later she heard Kathy's voice behind her. "I think you've spent enough time displaying yourself here, Dear." Her Stepmother said. "Time to go back to your room." "Yes." Amy said listlessly. "Yes, what?" Her Stemother prompted. "Yes, Ma'am." Amy mumbled. It seemed to be satisfactory. With one hand on her stepdaughter's shoulder, Kathy guided her through the fading crowd and towards the stairs. The magical hidden stairs that could have prevented all this, if only she could have reached them in time, Amy thought to herself. As she stood on the stairs, Kathy paused below her Stepdaughter and examined her red bottom. "Quite impressive." She said. "I had no idea I could still hit that hard." There was laughter from the assembled students, though Kathy mistook the intent for appreciation of her abilities. And then she guided Amy up the stairs, down the hallway and past the students staring in shock and bewilderment on Amy's floor as their naked and spanked dormmate was led past them. Once inside her room, Amy sat listlessly on the bed while her roommate Kellie watched Kathy deliver a ten minute lecture on decency, complete with threats of more punishment and surprise inspections. "I've told your friends downstairs to report to me on any of your activities and if you begin engaging in any further immoral activities, they'll let me know." Kathy said, taking the dismayed look on her stepdaughter's face as evidence of the effectiveness of her threat. "And for God's sake, put some clothes on." Was her Stepmother's parting shot as she left the room. Suddenly Amy began to laugh. Her body shook with uncontrollable laughter that seemed more like hysteria. Kelli looked at her oddly and then gave up the pretense of typing up her report on her laptop and left the room. Finally Amy got up and looked at the clothes that were typically strewn around the room. "I can put any of these clothes on." She said to herself. "And then I won't be naked anymore." The idea was quite stunning. She reverently bent down to get a pair of jeans as the door opened and Brad poked his head in. Amy turned around, holding the pants in a way that not quite covered her. "Oh by the way, we're having a Cowbell meeting to discuss your situation." He said. "Just give them my resigation." Amy said holding the pants to her chest. One part of her mind noting the way that Brad was staring at her exposed crotch even though he had been fondling it only a few minutes ago, and still she couldn't seem to care. Her mind was telling her she needed to cover up now, but her body wanted to go back over his lap again. To be exposed and stripped and have every possible filthy thing she could think of done to her in public. "No you're coming in person. Or we'll have another talk with your stepmom." He said. "And be sure to wear clothes this time." He shut the door behind him and Amy looked around the room in a daze at the posters and belongings which no longer seemed to belong to quite the same girl she was now. Slowly she put on some clothes and walked around the room trying to restore some equilibrium until she felt safe and dressed again. The thought came to her that after everything that had happened and the smell of her own juices on her thighs, she should probably shower. But she couldn't contemplate the idea of removing her clothes again, certain that if she took them off again, she could never put them on again and she would then be naked forever. Amy lay down on her stomach, because her butt hurt too much to sleep on her back, and tried to fall asleep. But each time she was close to sleep, images of herself over Brad's lap, exposed and groped in the lobby, naked and gyrating at Spring Break, spanked in her flimsy suit at her birthday party came to her and she found herself humping the bed. She couldn't deny the way they aroused her. She might have tried to suppress it before, but hundreds had seen a demonstration of her sexual response and she couldn't deny it anymore. What had happened, the things she had done, had turned her on. As they had before. Even as she'd tried to deny it and punish herself. Lying down now in her room, Amy wanted to find a way back to the person she bad been this morning who had ambition, reserve and control. But she didn't know how anymore. Wednesday, November 16th 2005 - 05:46:06 PM |
| Name: | amy |
| E-mail address: | fungirl2000@mail.com |
| Subject: | ghosts of amy II |
| Message: | You'll have a wine cooler in a sophisticated resteurant while we successfull
executives compare stories about the wild college days." With that she put all her weight against the door and felt a thrill as she heard the grinding sound of it opening. "And Brad." Amy said grinning fiercely. "Brad will be a waiter. An out of work talentless writer forced to work as our waiter and trying to be nice to us, to me hoping that he'll get a tip out of it." Her muscles ached as she struggled with the door until it was open enough for her to get through. She slipped inside and let it slam shut behind her. "But I won't give him one." Amy chuckled leaning against the closed door. "Hell, I'll tell him, here's a tip, get a real job." She smiled, feeling better for the first time since she'd lost her clothes and having recovered a lot of the self-confidence and dynamism she'd had that morning. "Nothing can stop me now." Amy said confidently and stepped forwards and as she did, the portion of her sweater that had gotten jammed in the heavy door ripped away leaving her holding a strip of torn fabric about the size of a winter scarf around her otherwise naked body. She looked at the fabric, the remains of her sweater and protection in shock and disbelief and then she heard voices coming from behind her. The laundry room was next to the back entrance where students washed their clothes and they could come here at any moment. And then she heard a voice from behind her. "Oh my God." It was a high male voice. A freshman, by the looks of him, just barely believing what he was seeing. Amy turned looking at him in horror as he stared at his first naked girl with a mixture of shock and desire. And she was the naked girl. She scrambled to cover what she could as she faced him. Afraid to run from him as her sense of modesty was screaming at her to do, because of what she might encounter in the hall beyond him. "Did you lose your clothes in the laundry?" He broke the silence by asking akwardly. "Because that happened to me once." With a sinking feeling, Amy recognized him. He had been a younger kid who'd gone to her High School back home, skipped a class in his Junior year and ended up a senior. He'd had the actual nerve to ask her to the prom. That day Amy had found out that the guy she was interested in was taking someone else and the idea of this nerd and loser thinking she was on his level only degraded her self-esteem further and forced her to lash out in anger. He'd been humiliated of course. Amy covered herself as best she could, one arm over her breasts and the other cupping her crotch and backing up against the wall to cover her butt. Every fiber in her being was screaming at her to run, but there was only the one kid her and her eyes had spied his laundry basket full of clothes he'd just taken out of the dryer. Warm, dry clothes she could cover herself with. She felt an almost sexual thrill at the thought of being covered and safe again. She looked down at herself. She was mainly covered. She was naked, but all the important parts were covered about as well as a skimpy bikini might. She nerved herself and went inside the laundry room. Calmed the butterflies in her stomach, telling herself that she'd be clothed in a moment if she just did this. "Donald," She said as sweetly as she could manage. "Could you do more a really big favor?" "What is it?" Donald asked. 'What is it?" Amy screamed at him silently. 'What the hell do you think it is, you moron? I'm standing naked in front of you, what do you think I could possibly want except clothes, even your ugly and dirty out of style and fashion-clueless clothes.' Outwardly she only said. "Do you think I could borrow one of your shirts and maybe a pair of pants." Amy tried to keep the smile plastered across her face, but it came off as a sick and uncomfortable look. "I don't think they'd really fit you." Donald said doubtfully. "I'm taller than you." "I'll manage." Amy said gritting her teeth. "I've kind of learned not let people borrow my stuff, because then they don't return it." Donald said. "I swear I'll be carefull and give them right back." Amy said, the smile all but gone from her face. "Please." She hated having to wheedle this geek and loser, but the idea of being caught naked by any more people was a possibility too nightmarish for her to face. And if Donald tried to tell anyone what happened, she would deny it and people would think he was just making up stories. "Could you do me a favor first?" Donald asked. "Anything." Amy said with desperate eagerness. "Dance with me." He said. "Sure." Amy said her mind already skipping forwards to the time when she'd be dressed and would blow off Donald and tell him she was busy or that her feet hurt. "How about Friday night." "No I mean now." Donald said. "I'm sorry but I can't do that." Amy said with a trace of anger creeping into her voice. "Why not?" "Because I'm naked now." Amy answered. "I don't mind." Donald said. "But I do." Amy countered. "Look just give me some clothes and I really will go dancing with you." "No I want you to give me the dance I missed at the prom." He said. "That is if really you want the clothes." "Why you little perv." Amy screamed and instinctively damped down her voice, afraid something might hear and come and see. "Do you really think I'm going to let you paw my naked body. You must be out of your mind." "Your choiche." Donald said. "But then I keep my clothes." Amy tried to rush past him to get to the laundry basket and he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back against the laundry room wall. Amy slapped his hands away and then considered the possibility of fighting him for the clothes. Donald was skinny and gawky, but he was still a guy and she wasn't in particularly good shape and hadn't been in a fight since she was twelve. Plus a fight would let him paw her body in far more extreme ways than a dance would. "All right." She said quietly. "But not here, someone might come and see. Give me some clothes, take me to your room and I'll take them off and we'll dance." "Why put it off," Donald said. "Don't worry, I'll close the door and keep it shut." He moved towards the door and just as Amy thought that it might give her a chanche to grab some clothes, he picked up the laundry basket and used it to jam the door shut and added a chair wedged in beneath the doorknob to prevent it from being opened from the other side. He went over to the radio on the laundry room shelf next to the detergent and turned it on until he found some good slow music to dance to. "May I have this dance." He said without a trace of sarcasm of irony in his voice as he approached her. Amy felt moderately sick and nervous and shy in a way she hadn't felt since the actual prom. Except all of the nervousness was coming from the fact that she was naked and her dance partner was fully clothed. And she realized that she would have to expose herself to dance. She pried away her hands from her breast and crotch and they began to dance slowly with their arms around each other. Allthough Donald continued to stare downwards at her bare breasts, Amy felt a certain relief that at least they weren't dancing closely and his arm around her waist was only on the curve of her hip and his other arm wasn't venturing anywhere either. Then as the music changed and grew slower, he began to lean closer. His clothed jeans thigh rubbed hers and she felt nauseated and at once aroused by the feel of her bare skin on the rough jeans material. His hand moved down her waist and his fingers were tapping her butt and Amy tried to wriggle away from them. His other hand slid down her back as he moved in closer and her nipples rubbed against his shirt and became erect as he drew her in closer. "I think that's close enough." Amy said trying to push him away. "If you don't finish the dance, you don't get the clothes." Donald said. "I'm warning you that there's a limit to what I'll put up with." Amy said. "What's the limit?" He asked. "You can't touch any area of my body that you couldn't touch at the prom." Amy answered. "But at the prom, I remember that you let Carl do this." Donald said and reached out and cupped her breast. "Stop it." Amy said and lifted her foot to knee him in the groin. Instead he pulled her off balance by dipping her over, holding her at the waist and pushing her out. Amy's breasts bounced vigorously and she teetered before Donald pulled her back in. "I think we should stick to the limit of what you let Carl do at the prom." Donald said. "Or you can leave here naked." "I wasn't naked at the prom." Amy moaned. "I wouldn't have let him do that to me in public." "Well then don't worry because we're all alone here." Donald's hand returned to her breasts and Amy tried to detach herself, staring at the laundry basket and imagining the clothes were about to be hers. 'Just one more minute' She thought, 'And he'll come in his pants and this'll be over.' Still she gasped slightly as his fingers teased her nipples, jiggled her breasts and his other hand slid down to cup her buttocks. And then slid down between her thighs to touch her pussy. "Okay." Amy said pushing him away while panting for no reason that she wanted to admit. "That's way further than I went with Carl at the dance." "Right, you waited until after the dance for that," He said shutting off the music. "But fair's fair. You can have the clothes." Amy sighed with relief, turned her back on him and moved towards the treaured laundry basket, just as the door began to creak. She heard voices coming from the other side. Male voices. Some students had predictably enough come to use the washing machines and finding the door jammed, they were forcing it open. She would have heard them before it it hadn't been for the music blaring in that sick degrading dance she'd been forced into. As Amy stood watching helplessly, the door was forced open part of the way and the laundry basket went flying. Amy scrambled after it and its precious cargo but it slid over the wet floor and under the high platform on which the washing machines stood. Amy ran for the machine and stuck her hand under the platform trying to pull out the basket, without exposing too much to Donald. After a fruitless attempt to bend down on her knees while reaching underneath with one hand even as the door continued to be forced open by the students on the other side, Amy threw in the towel. 'He's seen pretty much everything and pawed me all over.' Amy thought to herself. 'To hell with it if he sees the rest. It'll be worth it, so long as nobody else does.' Finally desperate, she squatted down on her knees, leaving Donald with a humilatingly clear view of her anus and pussy, but her hand was still too short to reach the basket. And at that moment the chair fell over, the door opened and a half dozen students walked in. As Amy heard their cheers and wolf whistles, she realized they were staring directly into her exposed pussy. She frantically tried to get up, banged her head on the washing machine and pulled herself to her feet along the slick surface of the washing machine which squashed her breasts against its front, not realizing the second show she was giving them. "Hey man." One of the guys said to Donald. "You're a real player. If we'd known you two were doing it in here, we would have never busted in." Amy turned in outage to rebut the idea that she could ever do something like that and as she made eye contact with them and saw their eyes traveling over her naked body, the realization sunk into Amy's mind that she was standing naked in front of half a dozen guys she'd never even met with no way of getting any clothes to cover her nakedness and she shrieked and ran. The rational orderly part of Amy's mind that had guided her tactics in climbing to the presidency of the Cowbell and her academic skills suggested that she should ask one of the guys for a shirt (though considering what the relatively inexperienced Donald had wanted from her, she couldn't even begin to imagine what more experienced guys like them would want in exchange and the thought of standing in front of them naked for another minute was beyond unbearable) or at least plan out her next course of action. Them she heard the guys yelling, "Hey everybody ,there's a naked girl here" and her hysteria and panic took over and all she could think was that she was naked and that she had to find some clothes immediately and get out of the sight of anyone else. She had become a naked fugitive. All that Amy could think was that she was naked in a public space and the voices goaded her into panic. It was her 16th birthday party all over again and so she did the one thing she could think of. She ran for the lobby stairs, hoping that she could just flash by too quickly for anyone to realize who it was or pay attention. She felt feverish, reluctantly aroused by Donald's fumblings and lightheaded. Not in the best state of mind to cope with a crisis. As she ran for the lobby, the door opened and she bumped directly into another girl who had been coming out and they both fell over tumbling to the floor. Amy's breasts were in the girl's face and the girl's knee was in her crotch. The girl she had bumped into shrieked in shock at being entangled with a naked stranger. As the girl tried to get up and push Amy away at the same time, Amy's hair caught in her belt and Amy found her head in her crotch. The girl assuming that she was now being molested screamed even louder and pulled Amy forcibly away tearing away a few strands of hair in the process. Amy was screaming herself now too, in part from the brief pain and the general sense of humiliation and panic. She heard footsteps and cheering from behind her as the laundry room guys had followed her out and were cheering and yelling and the flood of noise and her own nudity only contributed to Amy's panic. Screaming like a banshee, Amy ran through the door leading into the lobby immediately attracting the attention of every one of the fifty or so students there. With her wet naked body, reddened face, loud yelling and grimace that could easily be mistaken for a grin, the instant assumption was that she had gotten drunk and was streaking the lobby and so instead of help she might have otherwise gotten had she actually asked for it, she was met with wolf whistles ,hoots and laughter. The pool incident flashed through Amy's mind again only increasing her panic and hysteria and she ran frantically for the stairs, but she couldn't see the stairs. All she could see were gawkers staring at her naked body and laughing. Then Jason, a not particularly bright Senior who majored in attending every party, looked admiringly as she ran by him and slapped her on the ass. Amy's butt was still wet and his palm made a good smacking sound. Amy gave a high shriek of horror and humiliation, which in the percieved context the crowd assumed was a shriek of fun. She was running in circles now, her skin wet, shiny and slippery, a red palmprint on her butt, her breasts jiggling and slapping against each other, her hair plastered to her forehead Someone began shouting, "Slap that butt!" and the crowd took up the chant like a party game. One slap followed after another, girls joining the boys with well aimed smacks at her bare bottom. Everything turned nightmarish in Amy's mind. She was running around naked being spanked, by students she knew. By people she lived with and partied with and studied with and talked to every single day. The entire scene had become completely surreal like the incident on the videotape, except this was happening now in real life. She passed Julie, whom'd she done a paper on Beowulf with and watched nightmarishly as Julie grinned and slapped her left butt cheek hard enough to overlay her hand's impression on the dozens of other palm impressions from before. Amy's answering shriek was taken as a shout of fun. A crowd of mostly male sophomores who were part of some frat began chasing her around the lobby raining smacks on her ass. The commotion, the shouting and the shouts of "Streaker" had attracted nearly a hundred more students into the lobby. The stairs were now completely blocked by a mass of bodies and covered in sweat, her throat sore from the shrieking Amy stumbled around helplessly through a forest of arms delivering slap after slap on her buttocks and feeling and pinching any other part of her body they could grab. Somebody turned on loud music, making it impossible for anyone to hear Amy, even if she had the presence of mind to tell them that she wasn't enjoying this, that she wasn't a streaker and to cut it out right now. A few students had cameras out snapping shots, one even had a video camera and aomeone else began handing out beer and the party atmosphere only forced Amy to flash back to her humilating Spring Break time and to conflate it with the pool spanking. Her calf muscles were aching, her spanked bottom was sore and her head was spinning and she felt as humiliated and embarassed as humanly possible. Then a hand shot out and brushed through her pubic hair and made contact with her pussy thrusting his hand inside and fingering her. Amy gasped and made eye contact with him. She knew who it was. David Woodburn, she'd hung out with him and a group of mutual friends during freshman year. They'd joked and eaten pizza together and made fun of bad movies. She looked him in the eye as she felt his hand inside the most intimate part of her body and Amy shot back to reality. 'This isn't a videotape', the logical part of her mind said finally asserting itself, 'This isn't something you're watching, this is something that you're doing now. Stop it and take control.' Amy stopped where she stood and ignoring the feel of the hands slapping her already aching bottom, placed one arm across her breasts and used her right hand to grab David's hand and pull it out of her pussy, while twisting it hard. The other students sensing that everything had gone too far, began to draw back. Someone turned the music off. "Allright." Amy said drawing herself up arrogantly, as much as possible for a naked girl in a crowded room with a bare spanked butt hanging out, and asserting her authority as she'd learned to do at The Cowbell. "This has gone..." "Just far enough." A familiar voice finished. Amy stopped the words halfway out of her mouth as her Stepmother moved through the crowd and the expression of fury she had seen her on her that day was nothing compared to the outrage and fury on Kathy's face right now. Amy looked down at herself and felt sick. She was naked in the middle of what, for all the world, looked like a party. She was wet and covered in sweat and she was holding a boy's hand which was touching her pussy. She didn't even know where to begin her explanations. "I suspected that you were up to some questionable things, far away from home, on your own and at an impressionable age." Kathy said striding through the crowd which instinctively made way for her, parting to create a circle around her and Amy. "But I see now that I couldn't even have begun to suspect the true nature of the filth you were really up to. Indeed the only difference between what you were doing now and a whore, is that a whore gets paid for the entertainment she provides. You do it for free." Amy released David's hand and used her free hand to cover her pussy. "You don't understand." Amy gasped, her mind reeling once again. She looked around for her father, but he was nowhere in sight. Like the last two times, it appeared that Kathy had come alone and unannounced. Her own version of a surprise inspection. "Of course I don't understand." Kathy said venomously. "I'm not hip. I'm not part of the youth culture which sees nothing wrong with women acting like prostitutes, ho's I believe you call them." "I didn't choose this. It's not my fault." Amy shouted, panic mutating into sudden anger at all the misery and humilation of the past half hour. At being exposed naked in front of half her dorm and dozens of other classmates, at being groped and molested and wet and sore and aching. "Try and take some responsibility for your actions." Kathy said coldly. "Not that you actually have any choiche. Since it's clear that you still need to be taught responsibility." "It's all your fault." Amy shouted back, her wet breasts slipping out from beneath her arm as she struggled to cover herself. "You made me afraid and ashamed of my body. When you spanked me by the pool in front of my friends, just because I wore a slightly too revealing bikini, you know what you did. You gave me a neurosis." "And maybe if I'd gone through with it, my stepdaughter wouldn't be the naked center of entertainment at a party." Kathy said. "And maybe it's not too late now." "No." Amy screamed. "You can't. I won't let you." She tried to retreat, but there was the solid mass of the crowd behind her and no way out. "Funny, you seemed to have no objecting to letting anyone else." Kathy said dryly. "At least accept this with some dignity." "At least let me put some clothes on." Amy whined, hating the childish sound of her voice. "I'm naked here. In front of everybody. " "That didn't seem to trouble you before either when you were dancing around and letting all the boys have a feel." Kathy said grabbing her stepdaughter's arm. "But let's see if being spanked bareass by Mommy in the lobby of your fancy college dorm in front of all your friends gives you a neurosis that makes certain you keep your clothes on for the rest of your life." Amy tried to pull away and then kicked, slapped and bit her stepmother's hand, exposing all she had in the process. But Kathy had a lifetime of rigorous excercising behind her, while Amy had spent the past few years sitting on her ass and so it was never a contest. As Kathy dragged Amy over to a bench, whose occupants were more than happy to get out of the way, Amy's heart sank into complete despair as she saw Brad standing there. Worse than his mere presence was the large black Sony video camera hoisted on his shoulder. He made eye contact with her and grinned before delivering a solid slap on her ass that made droplets of sweat and water fly off her reddened aching bottom. Amy moaned and then only had time to register the additional presence of Sandy Owens, the other Cowbell board member she'd walked over to her the presidency, before she felt Kathy turning her over her lap. Kathy's left foot went over her legs, pinning Amy helplessly in place while her arms touched the floor. There was a penetrating silence in the lobby, like the hushed awe in a church or a museum as nearly a hundred and fifty of Amy's students watched her being positioned naked on her stepmother's lap as Kathy calculated the best angle of attack. A low whining sound came out of Amy's mouth. As her mind formulated brillant objections, threats of lawsuits and compelling speeches that would put an end to this nightmare; all that came out of her mouth was, "Please don't. I'll be good." And then the spanking began in earnest. As much as the random spanks of a hundred or so students she'd recieved up till now might have smarted, they were well meaning slaps in the spirt of fun and not meant to inflict pain or punishment. And so when Kathy's first spank slammed down on Amy's unprotected bare wet bottom, she was completely unprepeared for the pain and howled, trying to block further spanks with her outstretched hands. Kathy paused to look around the room. "Who would care to volunteer to participate in the discipline of Amy here." Kathy said briskly. "No boys please. I think she'd had enough physical contact with your sex for the moment." Sandy Owens stepped forwards, not paying any attention to the pleading looks Amy was shooting at her. "Sit down next to me and hold her hands." Kathy directed and Sandy sat down next to her and grabbed hold of both of Amy's hands in a tight grip. Sandy had always been athletic and during the election, Amy had even spread rumors that she was a lesbian, even though she had no idea whether it was true or not. Amy wriggled uselessly in her grip, her own anguished expression meeting Sandy's cool contemptuous gaze. Amy couldn't avoid the next spank or the one that came after it. She wriggled hopelessly but Kathy and Sandy held her firmly as Amy whined and then began to scream and finally cry as her already reddened behind grew darker. Kathy struck in unexpected places, her palm striking the lower part of Amy's cheek which had been mostly untouched until now, bringing back memories of the way she had spanked her by the pool. With each slap she could feel her bottom bouncing on her stepmother's lap as her own struggles combined with the force of the spanks made her breasts bounce around as well. SLAP. "AGGGGGHHHHHHH. NOOOO, PLEASE DON'T. PLEASE. I'M SORRY." SLAP. Halfway through the spanking, Amy stopped trying to keep her legs shut and began thrusting her pelvis against her stemother's lap trying to avoid the weight of the spanks while exposing her anus and pussy to the crowd gathered around her which she could only watch despairingly through a haze of tears. The tears mingled with her sweat and the water from the sprinklers running down her cheeks and leaving the last remains of her makeup as racoon circles around her eyes that made her look more like a kid than ever, despite the inescapably womanly body on display here. SLAP. "OOOUUUUUWWWWWWW. STOP. PLEASE." SLAP. "AAAGGHHH. PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD." As Amy lost the last of her energy to even fight and stopped trashing around, the red light of the video camera Brad was holding burned into her retinas as the logical part of her mind realized that everything that had happened to her and that was happening to her was being recorded in a way that would trump the now defunct Spring Break tape she'd destroyed. And with that knowledge more tears came. She tried to loosen Sandy's grip on her arms, not to protect her throbbing bottom anymore, but to cover her face and hide her from everyone. SLAP. "AAAAAHHHHHHH." Amy had trouble placing the moment when the last spank had occured. Her butt was throbbing as if it was on fire but she registered that her stepmother's hand had stopped rising and falling and inflicting the pain. But she had by now stopped feeling the individual blows anyway. Amy moaned and wriggled a little. "Get up." Kathy said. Sandy released her arms, but Amy couldn't seem to rise on her own. Her stepmother had to push her to her feet. Amy's hands immediately shot to her burning butt cheeks and Kathy just as quickly slapped them away. Amy then tried to cover herself one hand flying to her pussy and the other protectively shielding her breasts but Kathy stopped her again with another spank. "Hands at your sides." She ordered. Amy stood there facing a lobby now crowded with students from one end to the other, all staring at the wet naked racoon eyed girl with the well spanked ass and Amy stared back at them in helpless and humilated misery. The powerfull and dynamic student leader she had been was gone and in place stood a shivering naked girl. "Now it's time for your apologies." Kathy said. Amy turned to look at her in confusion. She was naked in public, her butt was on fire and she was expected to apologize now. It seemed to her that other people owed her apologies and a lot of them. She was about to retort, when the fire on her butt made her rethink that. "Apologize to who." She said miserably. "Apologize to whom." Kathy corrected. "First apologize to the students here that you've degraded with your lewd conduct here." Amy looked at the crowd staring at her naked body as if memorizing each and every feature. Everyone had nightmares about nudity at school, but she was living it. Someone in the crowd giggled as she stood there, nude and trembling. She'd been stripped naked now in every sense of the word. "I'm sorry." She said to them and despite her best efforts, squealed at the spank on her left cheek. "That had no sincerity to it." Kathy said. "You might as well have been reading the weather. Again." Cringing and choking, Amy gathered some of the speaking skills she'd honed at board meetings and said it again with emphasis and an attempt at sincerity. "That'll be good enough for now." Kathy said. "Now go stand in the corner." "The corner?" Amy asked incomprehendingly. Kathy had made her stand in the corner after spankings, once even when her cousins her come over which had been embarassing, but she'd been dressed then. "The corner." Kathy said and delivered another spank to guide her into it. Amy found herself with her nose in the corner, her arms at her sides and her butt facing the room. "Please, at least let me have some clothes. Even some underwear." Amy pleaded. "From what I recall, you enjoyed showing off your bare buttocks to strangers." Kathy said. "Now when they look at your bare bottom, they can see for themselves the consenquences of that kind of lewd behavior." She delivered another spank forcing Amy to moan and hump the wall against her will in a futile effort to escape her stepmother's hand. "You do, don't you?" Kathy asked the assembled crowd. There was a chorus of agreement and some laughter. "Very good. She is to remain there for exactly one half hour." Kathy said. "While I go off to speak to the administrators of this educational facility about the kind of atmosphere they tolerate around here, you are all delegated to watch and ensure that she goes nowhere during that time." She ignored Amy's moan. "If she attempts to rub her bare bottom during this time, slap it hard to discourage this behavior." Kathy continued. "If she attempts to leave before the half hour is through, another brief spanking session may be required and you are deputized to do it on my behalf." Kathy pointed to Sandy who acknowledged the charge by patting Amy's sore bottom, which caused the naked girl to wriggle against the wall. "And stop those suggestive motions." Kathy said to her stepdaughter, as she left. The crowd once again parted to let her go, and out of the corner of her eye, Amy watched as it closed up again behind her. In addition to the heat from the spanking on her bare bottom and thighs, Amy imagined that she could now feel the heat of two hundred plus eyes on her naked body. She felt more sweat running down her back, her chest and her thighs. She thought she was burning up. In the dorm lobby, the silence lingered for a few more moments before mutating into a buzz of excited conversation. There were giggles and loud chatter as the students in the lobby talked over one another just how unbelieveable this was. Above the babble, she heard one girl say. "Well I never liked her anyway." "Then go and show her, this is your chanche." Her friend answered. "She can't do anything about it now." Amy clenched her buttocks instinctively sensing what was about to happen. Without looking around she smelled cheap flowery perfume and soft breath on her back. "Can I slap her ass?" The anonymous girl, whose voice Amy was desperately trying to tie to a face, asked. "You heard what the lady said." Sandy answered. "You can't spank her unless she moves her hands." Amy breathed an audible sigh of relief and unclenched her buttocks, not caring that every intimate physical move was visible to the entire lobby and much of her dorm. She sent mental thanks to Sandy and was about to tell her so, when Sandy spoke again. "But if you can get her to move." She didn't finish the sentence, she didn't need to. Amy clenched her buttocks again, but they weren't the target. Instead she felt a hand brush down her bare back and snake around to her belly. Amy still didn't move as the girl began to tickle her there with surprisingly nimble and quick fingers. Amy wriggled, doing her best not to move her hands, as the girl shifted her attention downwards. Her light fingers, Amy saw that they had yellow nail polish and the nail on the thumb was bitten down, skipped along Amy's stomach, avoided her pubic hair and touched down on her thighs. Amy had always been a bit ticklish down there in the swimsuit area and she began laughing involuntarily. "Stop, please stop." Amy said giggling while clenching her fists at her sides. "I can't take it anymore." "That's the idea." The anonymous girl said. The girl's fingers brushed the tangle of Amy's pubic hair and Amy's hands involuntarily shot out and as she realized what she'd done, she turned around to look at the girl's face. "Jennifer? Why are you doing this." Amy said in shock. Jennifer Duncan had been friends with her in freshman English. "As if you even have to ask." Jennifer answered and seconded her reply with a spank to Amy's left cheek that made the pain of her previous spanking flare up again. "Back against the wall." Sandy ordered and sobbing again in a mixture of pain and humiliation, Amy turned back to the wall with her hands at her sides. The next to step up was a boy. She could tell by the walk and the eager breathing. Amy woved to resist but Jennifer's ministrations had only made her more ticklish and the nervous tension of waiting for an unseen hand to reach out and tickle an unknown part of her body made her easy prey. She buckled in second and the boy took his spank. But despite Amy's bracing for the worst, it was more of a feel than a spank. His hand curled around the underside of her buttock and weighed it in his hand before letting go. Though she was glad that there had been no pain, somewhere this contemptous handling of her helpeless bare body like a sex toy hurt Amy even worse. As he walked away, she could hear more normal conversations and walking begin as students began to move towards where they wanted to go. But a core had remained behind to stare at the naked girl's behind, she could hear as much from their conversation and new passerby had come in attracted by the stories they were hearing. A few stopped to look, and then went on and somehow Amy found herself a little hurt by that too, that they didn't even think her naked body was worth more than a casual glance. 'Yes it's all normal.' Amy thought. 'Except for the naked girl planted in the corner. Just ignore her and go about your buisness.' The next one snuck up on her, she didn't even hear him coming until his hand reached down her front from above and felt up her breasts. Amy reacted with instinctive outrage slapping away his hand and earning an enthusiastic spank\\feel from him done with both hands. After him, a few more took their turn. A chubby girl she had deliberately snubbed pinched her cheek hard enough to make Amy squeal and begin hopping up and down, only to be stopped by a spank that left a large handprint across her bottom. She heard newcomers asking questions about her and being told the rules. Some tickled her, brushing their hands or any soft object against her back, the underside of her bottom, around to her stomach and her thighs or up to tweak her erect nipples. Others just grabbed crude feels cupping and pressing and bouncing. She found that she could resist the obvious feelers and not react, than the ticklers who caught her off guard and made her giggle involuntarily twitch and then be punished with a spank. Overall she noted that the guys were the ones who tended to go for the crude feels, while the girls went for more subtle tickling and teasing. They were the ones who really knew how to hurt and humiliate her. That changed though when she heard heavy male footsteps behind her and expected him to just crudely grab her ass, when instead he poured a pitcher full of cold water all over her. Amy jumped up in fright, shuddered and earned a wet hearty spank from him on her body, which was now soaking wet all over again. Behind him, a girl passed what felt like a teddy bear under her butt and Amy twitched and the girl spanked her with the same teddy bear, earning laughs from the lobby crowd. "Why is she standing there naked?" The voice of a guy from her floor, who had just gotten down here, asked. Amy winced. She remembered one time she had been coming out of the bathroom in the morning with her bathrobe slightly open and she had quickly shut it worrying that he might see something. Well now he was seeing everything and she couldn't do anything it. "She was running around naked and her mommy spanked and made her stand in the corner." Some girl answered in a high breathless voice. "Bitch." Amy muttered to herself. Amy immediately hated her but on another level she realized that the essential facts were correct, even if the context was wrong. And that only made it worse. "What did you just call me?" The girl demanded. "Nothing." Amy said. "I didn't say anything." "I know exactly what you said." The girl answered. Amy could feel her soft breath against her injured bottom as the girl crouched down behind her. Amy felt her breath on a very intimate place and tensed up. She tried to look down over her shoulder and saw that the girl had taken off her t-shirt, to reveal a light pink bra, and was soaking it in the spilled water by Amy's legs. "No, please." Amy moaned, realizing what the girl was about to do. "I didn't mean it." "Too bad." The girl answered from the floor, braiding the T-Shirt as it hung down wet and heavy. "And by the way, this is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me. A lot more." "She can't do this to me." Amy appealed to Sandy. "She can't spank me unless I move." She hated saying the childish word, spank. She hated the whiny childish tone in her voice and the way she could feel her bottom cheeks tensing and trembling. But she couldn't do anything to stop them. "She's right." Sandy ruled. "You have to make her move first." "Okay." The girl in the pink bra said. Just as Amy relaxed, thinking the worst was over, the girl's wet finger goosed her penetrating between her cheeks. Amy howled, more in outrage at this indignity than at actual pain, and she shot up on her toes and she kept her arms clenched at her sides while her butt cheeks frantically clenched trying to prevent the shirtless girl's finger from going any further. As she rose to her toes, she heard the girl drop the wet t-shirt and sensed that something was wrong. The girl's other hand shot out and tickled the bottoms of Amy's feet and she reflexively tried to leap into the air, bumped her crotch into the wall and grabbed the wall to prevent herself from falling. Behind her the shirtless girl took her hand out of Amy's ass, rose to her feet and picked up the wet t-shirt letting it trail down. "She can't hit me with that. It's a weapon." Amy begged Sandy. "It's just a wet t-shirt." Sandy said shrugging her shoulders. "Relax and take it with some dignity." "Please, I'm sorry I called you a bitch." Amy said begging the girl now. "I was just upset, don't hit me." "I can see why, what with you being naked and spanked and all." The girl said clearly enjoying the attention from the crowd and Amy's humble manner. "Yes, please I've had enough for today." Amy said. "You've learned your lesson?" The girl asked. "Yes, I've learned my lesson." Amy said audibly grinding her teeth as she said it. Hating having to crawl before this stupid bimbo and hating being exposed naked and helpless in front of her even more. "Okay." Amy let out her breath and leaned against the wall and relaxed her butt and then the wet t-shirt hit with an impact that made Amy hump the wall and then slide down it with a wet sticky sound. When she got up, all she could think of was revenge. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson after all." The shirtless girl laughed shrilly. Amy turned around before the shirtless girl was expecting it and with one enraged motion grabbed the girl's bra strap and tore it away and the pink bra along with it. There was suddenly panic on the shirtless girl's face and she instinctively cupped her breasts with her hands. Amy took the oppurtunity to pick up the wet t-shirt, wound it up and delivered it directly to the now topless girl's bare stomach. The topless girl's hands went to her stomach, exposing her breasts to the lobby, which cheered both at the idea of a catfight and of more female nudity and Amy took the oppurtunity to slap the wet shirt against the girl's rump with all the anger she had mustered inside her. The topless girl shrieked, tripped and sprawled into the crowd which took the oppurtunity to feel up her breasts while helping her get back on her feet. The topless girl shrieked again, slapped away their hands and ran out the door, both hands clasped to her injured rump while her bare breasts bounced and twinkled in the sunlight. Amy reached down for her discarded wet shirt and bra and Sandy stopped her halfway there. Amy struggled for a moment and the fight went out of her as Sandy tightened her grip and used her free hand to begin frog marching Amy back to her corner while spanking her bare ass with the other. For a moment she had been free, but now Amy moaned and danced to the spanks suddenly she was just a spanked naked girl again and she began to cry. Behind her she heard a distinctive chuckle, that in the past day she had learned to recognize to her misfortune as Brad's. She turned her head just enough to see that his camera was still pointed at her and recording every humiliating moment and was rewarded for it with a slap from Sandy. "So how does it feel to be here, Madam President?" Sandy asked thrusting an imaginary microphone in Amy's face. "Fuck you!" Amy said and the resulting spank made her rise to her toes. Kathy had a strong arm, but it was nothing compared to Sandy. "Your public is waiting." Brad said. There was an uneasy tension in the room. Kathy had been an authority figure and the situation was still running on inertia and no one seemed willing to interfere or leave. "Fine, I'm sorry again." Amy said, her buttcheeks clenching and unclenching in the reflexive anticipation of further slaps, as she desperately tried to use her verbal skills to manuever out of the situation. Anything to avoid more spanking. "If some of my campaign tactics hurt or offended any of you in any way." "There was no campaign." Sandy pointed out. "You just badmouthed us behind our backs to the board and tricked yourself into the job. We didn't even know there was a campaign until it was over." "But I'm the best person for the job." Amy insisted. "As I recall, you claimed that I wasn't the best public face for the journal." Brad said. "Are we supposed to believe that you are. This is The Cowbell, not Hustler or Penthouse." Amy sobbed at that and not from the pain in her butt. "This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this." And then anger flared for a moment in Amy's eyes as it came to her. "You set this up, to get me." "It only took a short call to convince your stepmother you were doing some naughty things up here." Brad said. "We expected you to be nearly naked, what actually happened was a bonus." "Call it Karma." Sandy said. "I don't deserve this." Amy moaned. "I'm not a bad person." "Really." Sandy inquired. "Ok, I'm sorry I told people you were a lesbian." Amy said. "Oh but I am." Sandy smiled. This time the spank lifted Amy onto her toes for a full five seconds and she couldn't restrain herself from frantically rubbing the fire out of her bu |
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| Message: | The Ghosts of Amy's Naked Past
After two semesters of trying, Amy had finally gotten herself elected President of CSU's Literary Journal, The Cowbell. She was one of three juniors on the board, which meant that the Presidency had been between her, Brad and Sandy Owens. The freshmen and sophomores of course didn't count.Sandy hadn't seemed to really want the job but Brad had. Fortunately she had managedto subtly vince a majority of the eight Journal board members, that she would be a better choiche to head up the prestigious position for this semester. After all The Cowbell would be celebrating its 75th anniversarry this year and it would be used as a pitch to get the alumni to contribute extra and if they could manage to boost contributions to the college, the college would pass along the money to The Cowbell's budget. And so Amy had managed to imply that she could do a better job of getting those contributions by being the respectable front person for the journal. Brad hadn't liked that, but his incoherent arguments didn't manage to sway anyone and Amy found herself with the job. She would be The Cowbell's president and since The Cowbell was a well known college literary journal, it would add a very nice touch to her resume. One that would open doors for her after she graduated, or so she hoped anyway. As she walked down the walkway between Menthis Hall and the Ovis Memorial Practice Hall, a cool wind blew through her shoulder lenght brown hair. It was early October, but it still felt a lot like summer with temperatures in the high 60's to the low 70's. Still Amy remembered the past summer with a wince, or more specifically what had come before the Summer, namely Spring Break. She'd never gotten drunk before this. That is, like everyone else around her, there had been times when she'd had plenty of beer and woken up with a hangover or two, but she'd never allowed herself to get really drunk. But then at Spring Break, she and some of her friends had hooked up with some cute guys and there were some parties and just about everything had liquour in it or on it, including the stuff on the plates. As day had faded to dusk, her memories became fainter and broke up into sensations and impressions and moments filled with dizzying colors and feelings. Amy was a fairly modest person and she had started off wearing a T-Shirt and shorts over a modest one piece bathing suit cut low on the leg and showing little thigh and no butt. At the last bar, some sort of bathing suit competition sponsored by a beer company had gotten started and she found herself and two of her friends pushed to the stage. At first she had been embarassed and just shuffled around the stage red faced, but with the crowd chanting and the free beer being poured down her throat, she remembered throwing her T-shirt and shorts clumsily out into the crowd, only then realizing that she probably now wouldn't be able to get them back again. One of her friends took off a binkini top and was getting her breasts painted with the bar's logo. Meanwhile Amy's one piece hadn't satisfied the crowd and some more drinks later, she remembered feeling hot and then cool as water and cold beer were being poured down her bare skin. Her suit was somewhere in the audience and then hanging over the bar and she was on stage, shimmying and shaking her bare breasts. It was night outside and the only lights came from the bar. More drinks and more routines had followed and she only remember scattered moments of the rest of the night. She remembered doing a pole dance and feeling the cold metal between her legs and then licking the pole and having its salty aste on her tongue. And then she was on somebody's lap with her feet spread igh in the air and someone was pouring beer down between her legs. And she was rolling on stage and some girl was licking her left breast and tonguing her nipple. A long dizzying string of impression followed, most of them incoherent. By turns she remembered feeling hot and cold and horny and then sore. She woke up next morning in their room naked, with stickers pasted over each of her buttocks and breasts and between her legs and with a throbbing headache. She didn't quite remember what she had done, but she had taken a long hot bath and left early, hoping never to remember or run into anyone she had met there again. And that hadn't been a problem. She had spent a productive summer, prepearing for her Junior year and then by chanche she had been staying up late, working on a project while the TV stayed on when a late night TV commercial came on. It was a commercial for some sort of video tape featuring 'Sexy Scenes from Spring Break.' And one of the scenes had clearly been of her and though the commercial had a black strip, where her breasts and butt were, she had no doubt that the video tape would feature no such coverup. Amy had immediately felt a sick feeling plunge down into her stomach, as if she was about to throw up. In the commercials her face was only visible for around four seconds, and the commercial was being run late at night, so she could hope that no one had seen her or was likely to recognize her among all the other slutty girls flashing their breasts and mooning the camera. But clearly someone had been taping her, while she had been unawares and the real tape would probably feature more than four seconds of footage of her. So with a sick feeling, she ordered the tape and anxiously waited two weeks until it arrived. She quickly fast forwarded through it, only to discover that there were three segments featuring her. The first segment was only a minute and a half and showed her first strip in the bar. As she watched that girl on the stage with slick sweat running down her body, a sloppy grin on her face stepping out of the suit until she stood naked on stage, Amy couldn't believe that this had been her. She couldn't believe that she was actually capable of something like this. There was a moment of cognitive dissonance, as she watched her drunk self throwing the suit into the audience and then the segment was over. She fast forwarded the tape a second time, until she came to another segment which featured her. This one was nearly three minutes long and featured her running naked up and down the stage, bare breasts bouncing and bare butt twinkling as she did a cartwheel and then slid to a stop with her legs open to the audience and the camera which zoomed in on her open pussy for a good thirty seconds, to a view that was almost in gynecological detail. This time Amy really did feel sick and fast forwarded to the last segment with shaking hands. This one lasted nearly six minutes and featured her doing a laundry list of things that made her want to throw up, here and now. Amy was certainly not a virgin and she had once flashed a tour bus on a dare, but these were the kinds of things she imagined strippers doing. Worse even. The camera movement was jerky and the cameraman seemed to have trouble controlling himself, zooming suddenly for detailed closeups of her breasts, butt, face or pussy and then pulling back but the things that were going on were nevertheless clear enough. Parts of the segment featured her with another girl, with the other girl's mouth between her legs and Amy moaning and arching her back for the camera. Another featured two bartenders holding her legs open and getting hosed down. There was a detailed wobbly pole dance, which featured the drunk Amy repeatedly tripping and falling on her ass, the scene all the more humiliating because it was as much comic as erotic. In more moments she stumbled to the exit, through the appreciative audience which was groping her and thrusting their fingers in places, even hers rarely went. Sitting and watching it, Amy felt a sudden need to go wash herself all over, even though entire months had passed by since then. When the segment ended, Amy took the tape and destroyed, even knowing that it would do her no good. The company would probably be selling thousands of these to perverts across the country. She doubted that she would be recognized from a casual glance by strangers on the street, after all there were hundreds of girls on the tape and even her own segments had featured three or four other girls in the background. But if anyone she knew saw this thing, she shuddered and tried not to think about it and resolved to view it as a lesson, never to drink again. Given time to think about she decided that she wasn't the kind of person who did such things and therefore she hadn't really done it. People had just gotten her drunk and she wasn't responsible or the cause of her actions. And so she did her best to force the incident out of her thoughts and eventually she succeeded. Now as she walked towards the Ovis Memorial Practice Hall, all she felt was a glow, a sense of triumph over her victory and her future. Her future which looked bright. She pushed open the glass doors to the Practice Hall and took the winding staircase to Room 312 on the 3rd floor. When she got there she saw that it was in fact one of the soundproofed music practice halls in the Ovis building. She had no idea why her faculty advisor had wanted to meet her here, instead of in his office. She pulled open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. Her faculty advisor wasn't there, but as her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, she saw that Brad, her opponent from the Cowbell board was there, sitting casually on the edge of a table with his legs dangling down. "I was supposed to meet my faculty advisor here." Amy said walking up to him and squinting in the darkness. "He's not here." Brad said. "Well he sent me a note through the college post." "No he didn't." Brad said. "I did, using his name." "You did." Amy stared at him in confusion. "What the hell do you think you're doing." "I just wanted you to come here for a private chat with me." "You." Amy managed to sneer and fume at the same time. "Is this supposed to be some sort of sick come-on. You lost the election to me, so what do you want now?" "Just to show you a little something." Brad said getting up and moving towards the front of the room. "Just keep your pants on, okay." Amy said sharply. "I'm not some kind of slut who likes that kind of thing and it better be Cowbell related." "Oh it is in a way." Brad picked up a remote control and just then Amy saw the audiovisual shelf in the front of the room, including a VCR. Brad pressed a button and the large 50 inch monitor hanging down from the ceilling turned on and began to play the video footage she had prayed never to see again. There she was, not quite as large as life, but quite outsized and in close-up, giggling foolishly while being held upside down, naked and being plastered with stickers over several rather intimate parts of her body. Her legs were spread and gravity pushed her bare breasts down onto her face. "Turn it off!" Amy shrieked. "Turn it off!" "Why?" Brad asked. "Because it's private, this is private stuff." Amy said shrilly, as her laughing drunken counterpart on-screen was turned right side up while getting her butt slapped by the bartender and several college aged kids under the guise of removing and putting on new stickers. "Doesn't look very private to me." Brad said calmly. "In fact it looks like it's first come, first serve out there." "Shut up and just turn it off." Amy shouted. Brad nodded his head and pressed stop and the monitor faded to a blue screen. "So you're the kind of pervert who orders these tapes and probably does sick things while watching them." Amy shouted accusingly. "Just because a girl gets a little drunk and does some stupid things and then there are guys who encourage it and get pleasure from it. It just makes me sick." "Actually I caught a glimpse of the tape my roomate was playing and I thought I recognized someone familiar on it, doing some pretty sick things herself I might add." Brad said. "I played through the tape and saw that it was our respected President and deciding to investigate. Through the company I managed to contact the guy who originally filmed you in that bar and bought the original tape off him for two hundred and fifty bucks. Definetly expensive, but cheap compared to the price of preserving the integrity of The Cowbell." "I get it. I get it." Amy said sighing and leaning back against the wall. "You want me to resign in exchange for the tape. Fine, you got it." "I didn't say anything about that." Brad said. "Once I make the tape public and hand out copies to everyone on the board and make a digitized backup copy online for anyone on campus to pursue, for research purposes into your impeachment, you'll have to resign anyway." "So, what, what do you want." Amy said, her voice rising again. "And you'd better believe right now, that I'm not going to have sex with you." "I never asked and you're not exactly my type." Brad said, pushing the eject button and holding out the tape to her. "But I am curious about one thing. You just don't seem to be the kind of girl who would do all those things I saw on that tape. It just doesn't come together in my mind. I mean I can hardly believe it's you." "It's me, it's me." Amy shouted. "Just give me the tape." "Well it's nice to have confirmation, but I just have trouble believing it. And so for research purposes, I'm going to need further confirmation." Brad said. "What kind of confirmation?" Amy asked with a sinking feeling. "I'd like to see you do one of the things from the tape, just to correct the cognitive dissonance between that sexual, sensual girl on the tape and the prissy control freak who sits across the board table from me every day." Brad said. "What!. No! No way!" Amy said. "You can't ask me to do that." "Well of course I can. But you have the right to say no and everyone else can see the tape and decide, if under that brown sweater lies the heart of a fun party girl after all. I won't ask you to do the pole dance or that lesbian thing, but just get up on a table and do a little strip tease." "You son of a bitch." Amy said. "If I do this, then you'll give me that tape." "Absolutely. All forty minutes of footage of Amy gone wild." Brad smirked."Just get up on the table and do your thing." Amy closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. She told herself she had to do it, if she could get the original footage back, then the worst threat would be over. All she had to do, she thought, was force herself. Don't think about it and just take off your clothes for one guy and it was a guy she held in contempt anyway. It was so much better than having the entire campus see every part of her naked body, in detail even her doctor didn't see. If that happened then she wouldn't be able to walk down the halls ever again. She wouldn't be able to look anyone in the face again, knowing that she might as well be naked to them. In fact she would be permanetly naked to everyone who saw the tape and no matter how many clothes she had on, she would be naked for them. She climbed up the chair and stood on the table. Brad hit a switch and there was a bright light on her as if she was a prison escapee. Having gotten used to the darkness now, she blinked against the light and shivered, though it wasn't cold in the least here. "Just take off your clothes and toss them into the audience, just like on the tape." Brad called out. "Go to hell." Amy hissed and pulled up her brown sweater over her head and stiffly tossed it down, but not at Brad. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, clumsily as if they were numb. She was suddenly distinctly aware of just how many layers of clothing she had on and how long it would take to get them off. As she unbuttoned the blouse, she still held it closed with an elbow, unready to actually show any skin. Right now she wished for that proverbial hole to open in the ground and swallow her up. She finished unbuttoning her blouse but still held it closed, unable to force herself to let it hang open. 'Soon you'll have to show him a lot more than that.' She thought. 'Just do it quickly and get it over with. Pretend it's something disgusting like cleaning the toilet and do it quickly, without thinking about him. Or pretend that you're just changing clothes in a locker room and only other girls are watching." She let her blouse hang open and a contemptous whistle came from Brad, as her cotton bra was displayed. She could feel her face blushing and to her horror, the blush spread all the way down to her exposed chest as she tossed the blouse away. For a moment she stood chilled and uncomfortable in her bra and then she nerved herself to go on. 'Remember every moment you spend agonizing over the next step, is another moment of humiliation for you. Just do it quickly like a bandage and get it over with.; She thought and suiting action to thought, she pushed down her jeans, stepped out of them and stood in just her underwear on the table. Unconsciously she crossed her hands over her chest and scrunched her legs together, covering areas that were still not yet exposed. "I have to say this isn't very erotic. I'm not seeing any sensual abandon or sexual display." Brad said. "Put some more energy into it." "Fuck you." Amy said. "You think you can just get me up here and make me dance for you like some kind of toy." "Dance, hmm that's a good idea. Come on underwear girl, dance a little." Cursing him under her breath, Amy began halfheartedly wriggling back and forth. "Come on, shake that moneymaker." Brad called out sarcastically. "More energy." Cursing him some more, Amy began to sway around more aggressively, shaking her cleavage and butt as she tried not to think about what she was doing. Her hair bounced around her face and some sweat began to gather on her chest and thighs. "Good, that's great. Now keep dancing and take off your bra." Brad said. "No, don't stop dancing. Do it in motion." Still shaking her chest downward and swaying her hips, Amy clumsily bent over and fumbled with the hooks on the back of her bra. She wasn't very gracefull by nature and she nearly fell of the table while doing it, instead her bra fell of the table and suddenly Amy halted with a terrified expression on her face as she realizing that she was nearly naked. She cupped her breasts with her hands and tried to get down off the table at the same time. "Where are you going?" "I can't, I can't do this anymore." Amy gasped. "Just forget it." "Okay, I guess I won't see you naked in person, I'll just catch the tape delayed version, like everyone else." "No, no." Amy said putting one hand over her chest and dabbing at her forehead with a free hand. "Well then keep on dancing, showgirl. Hands behind your head." Amy stood back up and reluctantly dropped her hand, while Brad clapped sarcastically as her breasts came into view. Amy locked her hands behind her head, painfully aware of how this thrust out her breasts and left her completely vulnerable and exposed. She swayed frozenly from side to side and then pushed down her panties and stood on the table naked. She kicked the panties off her legs and continued dancing, trying to keep her legs together to prevent Brad from seeing anymore than he could allready. "Oh God, please let me stop." Amy whined. "This is so humiliating." "You didn't seem too embarassed when you were doing it on tape." Brad pointed out. "That was different. I was drunk." Amy continued gyrating her hips, painfully aware of her bare breasts bouncing up and down with each move she made and of Brad watching her naked body. She felt feverish and nauseated at the same time. Her breathing was coming faster and faster and her forehead, thighs, calves and stomach were covered in slick sweat. Her cheeks glistened and her butt bounced rythmically from side to side. "Maybe you should get drunk more often then." "Fuck you." Amy shouted, shaking her hair out of her face. "After this I'm never going to be naked in front of anyone ever again." "That should put quite a crimp in your sex life, not to mention your doctor's visits." "That's it. I'm not doing this anymore." Amy stood still and covered her breasts with one arm and placed the other between her legs. "You can go have your fun someplace else. You promised me the tape if I took off all my clothes and danced for you and I did. Now give me the tape." Brad walked around her. Amy tried to turn to keep up with him, but he moved quickly behind her and slapped her on a naked buttock causing her to squeal and jump away, exposing herself all over again. The slap hadn't been hard, but he replaced his hand and held it there she still felt the heat of his palm there for a second, as he carressed her bare torso and then slid down to her butt, so close to those private areas she had been so carefull not to let him see. Against her will, she felt moisture building up there, lubrication flowing and Amy gasped imperceptibly. "Okay, I guess you earned it." Brad extended the tape to her and Amy was forced to expose her breasts to him one more time, as she reached out and took the tape. "Now give me my clothes back." She demanded. "Say it nicely." Amy gritted her teeth, well aware of her nakedness and the pressing need to bring this horrific and humiliating experience to an end. "Please, give me my clothes back." In response Brad tossed her the large brown sweater and nothing else. She caught the sweater with one arm, exposing her chest to him again and then clamping it over her body. "Now give me the rest of my clothes." "I'm sorry, but they're payment for the cost of the tape. I paid over two hundred and fifty dollars for it, counting shipping and handling, and those clothes along with your sneakers should about cover it." "No way in hell. No!" Amy shouted. "Be reasonable, Amy." Brad said. "That sweater is big enough to cover you up all the way back to the dorm, until you can get more clothes to wear. And the only thing that prevents me from taking all your clothes and leaving you here butt naked, to try and run back to your dorm is my sense of deceny." "Your sense of deceny." Amy laughed harshly. "You just made one of your fellow students strip out of her clothes and dance naked on a table, you have no decency." "And you're the college student who took off all her clothes and danced naked on the table for me, as payment for covering up some of your far more sexually explicit actions in a public place, caught on tape. I wonder how your parents would feel about recieving that tape." Amy shrank down in horror behind the sweater, she hadn't even thought of that one. Her legs shook. Her stepmother in particular had been on a extreme religious kick lately and during her last two visits to the campus had handed Amy pamphlets about how sinfull college life was "I'll just go back in the sweater, like you said." "Good girl." Brad said. "Now flash me one more time." This time her body shook as much with rage, as fear of her parents finding out as Amy pulled away the sweater from her body for a second giving him a quick view and then snapped it back. She got off the table and put the sweater on behind the table and stood back up. The sweater stretched down to just an inch or two below her pubic area. Its neckhole was wide enough so that it functioned like a peasant blouse, giving anyone taller than Amy a peek down at breasts underneath, an oppurtunity Brad took as she stood there, uncertainly...even though just a moment ago he had an unobstructed view of them as Amy had swayed naked on the table. "Your sneakers." Brad reminded her. Amy bent down again and carefull to keep the sweater between her legs, pulled off the sneakers and tossed them at Brad, who caught them easily. She picked up the tape and ripped its reels out and then shaking with fury, she smashed the tape itself to pieces against the table and kept on grinding the plastic pieces and tearing the reels apart until there were only small pieces on the floor. With that dirty record of her deeds destroyed, Amy felt a little bit cleaner but the cool air blowing up between her legs and the sweat on her body, reminded her that she still had a while to go, before she could put this behind her. With one final hate filled glare at Brad, she turned and ran out of the room on bare feet, only to find that as she ran, the sweater pushed up giving Brad a view of her retreating bouncing butt. With a cry of frustration, Amy used both of her hands to hold the sweater down at both sides and walked down the staircase at a brisk pace. She had gotten about halfway down, when she heard hooting from down below. Two guys going up the winding staircase had seen up the sweater. "Nice ass, nice pussy." One of them shouted. "I like the new fashion look or did you just forget to wear clothes today." The other one called. Blushing ferociously and cursing them under her breath, Amy tightened her grip on the sweater until both hands were clasped between her thighs, one from the front and one from the back. She may not have let Brad see anything down there, but instead she'd let a bunch of sophomores catch a glimpse of her private area. She felt the blush spreading over her entire body. Shit. "So now you're playing with yourself. Get rid of the sweater and show us some more." Amy ignored them and hurried down, keeping to the wall, as she realized that it now looked a little like she was indeed touching herself in an intimate spot. There was no way she was going to get back to her dorm without a lot of people noticing her, for all the wrong reasons. "Just remember how much worse it could be." She told herself. "You could be without this sweater at all. You could be completely naked, instead of just naked underneath. Oh Shit, it's all horrible. Just please, let me not run into anyone I know." She passed the sophomores who were still gawking at her and tried to stare them down, but she could see herself as they saw her. A girl in a sweater and bare feet and with nothing else on underneath, whose private parts they had just seen and her dignity and moral authority of a junior completely evaporated. She shrank against the wall and tried to edge by them as they swiped at her goodnaturedly. One grabbed the sleeve of her sweater tugging at it and as Amy fought with him, her left breast popped out as the guys laughed. Without thinking she kicked the guy who was holding on to her sweater, only to realize that the action once again caused her sweater to rise up, exposing everything below her belt to their eyes. The second guy grabbed the other sleeve, pulling her towards him and exposing her right breast. She tugged back and the sweater rose up again and the second guy came up behind her and cupped her buttocks. The shock of the contact caused Amy to rear up even as he pushed up her buttocks and suddenly her feet left the floor as the guy's hands held and pinched her bare butt. Amy gasped in outrage at what was happening to her and then shrieked as his fingers ventured down to her crack and fingered her anus and her pussy as the first guy pulled the sweater over her head, exposing her bare breasts to their view. Amy was suddenly naked again on the stairwell, with two guys touching her private places. Her mind reeled at this. An hour ago she had been celebrating her victory and been on top of the world and now she was out of her prestigious post and being fondled like some cheap slut by two random students with her naked body as their toy. Amy shrieked in outrage winning over her disbelief at this state she was in. With nothing to lose now, she began kicking like mad and the guy let go of her butt causing her to fall onto the first guy who stopped her fall by cupping her breasts with his hands. "Stop touching me, or I'll report you." Amy shrieked again and pushed them both away and lowered her sweater back into place. "Well, excuse us." The first guy, whose hands had been groping her just seconds ago, said. "We were just trying to help you out." "Yeah, you seemed to have trouble keeping your balance." The second guy added with an insincere smile. Amy stumbled away from them and ran down the stairs, until she reached the exit doors, not caring about the view she was giving them from the back as her sweater rode up to display her bare butt bouncing with every step. As she reached the place where the sunlight slanted onto the marble floor through the glass doors, it came to her that she had only managed to get rid of the two sophomores by falling back on a grade school tactic. Threateningto tell on them. She had been reduced from confident college girl to the juvenile school yard at recess means of interacting with people. She should have been in control. She should be in control. Clasping her hands between her thighs to hold down the sweater, Amy winced as her bare feet touched the hot metal of door. Another sensory piece of evidence reminding her of her naked state. Would this horrible nightmare never end. She knew that people had dreams like this. Ending up in school naked, except that it really was happening to her and the only way to make the nightmare end was to get back to her dorm as soon as possible. Just fifteen minutes ago, she had moved along this path confidently, feeling in charge of the world; but now she ducked into the bushes and crept along the wall, watching for anyone coming. She couldn't keep this up for too long though. Branches kept scratching her bare thighs and a few even poked up into her private areas causing her to wince and pause to adjust her position. Worse many of them began to catch on her sweater and when she pulled them away, she noticed tears in the sweater that was her only covering. This clearly couldn't go on. Shivering with nervousness, fear and exertion from her dance and the stairwell grope session, Amy tentatively stepped out onto the path and moved as quickly as she could along the path. When she heard anyone coming, she ducked back into the bushes, trying to minimize the damage to her sweater. Still she could see more tears on the lower half of the sweater and when she stepped out onto the path again, she was carefull to bunch up even more of the material together between her inner thigh, even though this left her legs and parts of her waist exposed. It was another unpleasant reminder of her one piece and her dance during Spring Break, which had caused all this trouble in the first place. It seemed to Amy now, that the more efforts she took to put that horrible event behind her, the more exposed, stripped and humiliated she became...taking her right back to that night. But where Amy didn't remember that night, her present humiliation was vivid. She wouldn't be able to forget this. Worse to suppress a taped version of some drunk debauchery, she had ended up engaging in real debauchery. The sensations of Brad's hand on her naked torso, the two guys groping her most private places. And it still wasn't over. But she had done it to maintain some sort of social standing. To limit the number of people aware of her humiliating, the number of people who had seen her doing embarassing and disgusting things and the number of people who could look at her and know exactly how she looked like naked. But now the exchange didn't seem so wise after all, especially as those places they had touched seemed to itch and feel unnaturally warm. She would need a thousand showers just to get rid of it all. Amy came to the end of the path, where the quad itself would begin just around the corner and she was unsure how to proceed. If she ran, the sweater would almost certainly ride up and reveal her butt and pubic area to everyone, but for a short while. If she didn't run, she could keep herself mostly covered, but she would have to slowly pass hundreds of students who would note that she was only wearing a sweater and there might be more encounters of the sort she had experienced in the stairwell.She had be carefull. Steeling herself, Amy hugged the top of the sweater to herself and pulled the bottom down as low as it would go without destabilizing the top and stepped tentatively with bare feet onto the brick path. The bricks felt cold under her feet and she shivered and then walked as quickly as she could under the circumstances. She passed a few students, smiled queasily at them and hoped they didn't notice anything wrong. The brick path intersected with the one leading from Weschtler Hall, which contained the Engineering department and was crowded with a few dozen students leaving one of their classes. She tried to hurry up and pass ahead of them before they noticed her, but in her hurry Amy had to let go of a portion of her sweater and just as she stepped out in front of the engineering students, a gust of wind blew up the back of her sweater halfway up her back, revealing her naked buttocks to them. Thinking she had mooned them, the engineering students began laughing and a few were insulted and called her names. Amy flushed, pulled down her sweater and was about to squat down and adjust the sweater when her grip slipped and she sprawled down on the ground on her side. The sweater rode up revealing her left breast bouncing as she flailed on the ground and then her legs split all the way up. The engineering students hooted and a few of them ran towards her. Amy panicked, shrieked, stumbled to her feet and began to run away from them across the grass. In the process her sweater bunched up around her waist showing the pursuing engineering students everything but Amy was too confused to care and just wanted to get out of there. "At least they're not my social group, not my major. At least I don't know them." She kept repeating to herself as she ran. "And they don't know me. They barely even saw my face. They won't recognize me again, dressed." Amy bounded over the grass, bare up to the waist, skin slick with sweat and flushed everywhere. Her butt cheeks bounced as she ran, rising and falling, thighs pumping, calf muscles bunching getting some needed excercise. She cut past a building and kept running over the wet grass, not stopping to think why the grass was wet until the sprinklers came on. The first stream that hit her was a terrible shock. It seemed to rise up right out of the ground and struck her between her legs. Amy's running consisted more of clumsy leaps leaving her pussy wide open and the stream entered her touching her with sudden force in an intimate place. Amy winced, her eyes opened as the water went inside her and then the streams from the sprinklers were everywhere soaking her from head to toe. Water went in her eyes and she stumbled, ripping open the sweater and rolling on the wet grass. A moment later the sprinklers shut off and Amy rubbed her eyes and shrieked with horror as she looked down on herself. She had a cut on one knee, a few bruises and her sweater was completely ripped to the side and had to be held together with both hands if it was to cover anything at all. Amy got up shivering and clutched the remains of her sweater, trying to hold it down and realizing that the sweater would either cover her breasts and pubic region or her butt; but wouldn't cover both at the same time. "People moon other people in college, don't they? It's not such a big deal." Amy said trying to convince herself as she walked forwards shivering and very aware of her bare buttocks bouncing behind her, exposed to everyone who might pass behind her. "These days they even show bare butts on TV. If it's acceptable on TV, it's not big deal if a few people see it. They'll think I'm fun." Nevertheless when a cool breeze touched her bare behind, she couldn't help instinctively putting one hand to try and make a futile gesture to cover herself down there, only to have the sweater fall apart and reveal everything from neck to torso. "Oh God, they'll think I'm a sleazy slut who slept with some guy, lost her clothes and is wandering back to her dorm, drunk and naked and doesn't care who sees her." Amy gave up and collapsed crying. "After all I went through, my reputation will be ruined and I'll lose my position on The Cowbell." After a few minutes of crying, the sprinklers came on again and this time Amy was carefull to huddle in place to avoid ripping the sweater, her last remaining protection any further even when the water again touched her in an intimate place as she squatted. Finally the water stopped, Amy gritted her teeth and forced herself to walk forwards. The sweater had been soaked twice now and had become heavy and was dragging down and Amy had to try and cover herself and hold it up at the same time. "The sooner you get something over with, no matter how horrible is the sooner it's behind you." Amy said, but this time even she didn't believe herself. She continued to make her way around the building, when she saw the dark brown service entrance door. Each building and dorm had more than one. She had just never noticed or thought about them until now. "I can get in through one of these in the back, just go up the staircase and to the floor and into my door before too many people see me." Amy thought out loud. "A few people I know may still run into me, but if I'm carefull and look to see who's coming, I can avoid most of them and it will be a lot better than actually going down the road and through the quad and through the front doors. A whole lot better." She tried to draw a mental image of where the back door to her dorm might be, even while being increasingly aware of her own shivering and exposed back door. Five minutes later, half an eternity, she found herself in front of the back door. But she was a far cry from the confident and poised college student who had walked boldy and forthrightly out of the front door of that same dorm this morning without fear or trepidation, confident that she was about to inherit the world. Her hair was wet and plastered to her face, making her look younger than she actually was. There was a dazed and frightened look in her eyes as she looked about furitively while tugging on the door. The sturdy brown sweater was torn everywhere and her hands clutched its unraveling pieces trying to tug them around herself for some small measure of protection. Amy stood at the door, afraid to go in and afraid to stay where she was. For a moment she gave serious consideration to crawling into the bushes and just hiding there for the next four or five hours until it got dark like a frightened child. But then she forced herself to take a few deep breaths and tugged at the door. The door did not move and Amy stood there for a moment in complete despair. She let go of the sweater allowing it to hang in shreds off her naked body and covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her face when she couldn't hide her body. It was an old reflex from childhood. As a kid, whenever she'd done something naughty, Amy had covered her face with her hands before being bawled out for it. Even then her father's new wife had been excessively strict and occasionally her misbehavior had resulted in a spanking from her new stepmother. "But I'm not going to get spanked this time." Amy thought out loud feeling her warm breath against her palms. "I'm an adult now and I have to deal with the consenquences of my actions without the intervention by a higher authority. And the consenquences now are complete public humiliation by my peers that will be impossible to live down." But she didn't feel like an adult now. She felt miserable, humilitated, guilty and ashamed. It reminded her of her last confrontation with her stepmother and a near spanking. It had been her sixteenth birthday party and Amy had secretely bought a new bikini to wear by her parent's pool during the party. It hadn't been particularly brief by the standards of what other kids wore, but it showed plenty of cleavage and the back was just a triangle covering less than half her butt. Amy had thought of it then as a rite of passage into being a woman, into being noticed by the boys. Instead her stepmother had noticed and Amy had difficulty forgetting the look of fury on her face. Her stemother had stamped over to where Amy had been sitting with her friends and a few cute guys. Amy had braced herself for some sort of verbal confrontation which might even make her look cool and rebellious in front of her friends, but instead Kathy (as her stepmother had insisted on being called) had grabbed her by the ear and pulled her to her feet like a little kid. As Amy squealed at the pain, Kathy had followed it up with a hard slap to her bare lower cheek that made Amy shriek and grab her butt, looking completely ridiculous as the kids at the party, her friends and everyone in her class and a few older kids had begun laughing at her. As Amy struggled to get free and tried to block her stepmother's spanks, Kathy had simply shifted which cheek she would strike unpredictably. And with one hand trying to get her ear free and the other trying to block spanks from a hand she couldn't see coming, Amy had no chanche. Halfway to the diving board she'd begun to cry, forgetting that she was supposed to be sixteen, mature and independent. With each slap on the bare part of her buttcheek, the partial nudity that Amy had earlier in the day begun to associate with being cool and attractive, now just made her humiliated and exposed. But the worst was about to come as her stepmother had pushed her down on the diving board. "You wanted all the boys to see you naked." Her stepmother had said. "Well get out of those few scraps of cloth and they'll get to see you just the way you wanted them to, while I give you the spanking of a lifetime." Amy had shuddered and huddled down, not able to believe what she'd just heard. Kathy had some strong views on discipline, but the last time Kathy had been able to spank her, she'd been fourteen and gotten caught with beer on her breath after drinking half a can at a party. And it had never been on the bare bottom. Once Kathy had flipped up her skirt and spanked her on her panties, but that had been the limit. "Well I won't wait forever. Get them off." Her stepmother had repeated, slapping her own thigh for emphasis. "If you won't wear decent clothes, then maybe you should find out what real indecency feels like. When you tempt men with your body, you might as well be stripping yourself naked in front of them and it's about time you learned that." Still in disbelief but completely cowed, Amy had begun lowering her bikini bottoms but had only revealed the top curls of her pubic hair, before her father came over to see what the commotion was about and calmed Kathy down as he usually did when as he liked to put it, 'his two girls butted heads.' Still it had been one of the most humiliating experiences of her life and she had wondered a few times after the spring break disaster, whether she hadn't subsconsciously allowed the whole thing to happen just as a kind of rebellion against Kathy. Consciously she'd never worn bikinis after that again because exposing her body in that way had made her feel dirty, exposed and ashamed like she was still just an overgrown kid who was doing wrong and when some higher authority found out, she would be stripped naked and punished. Not the kind of feeling that put you in the mood for the beach, Amy giggled nervously to herself. "But it's time to put that behind you." Amy said resolutely to herself as she grasped the handle to the back door of the dorm for a second time. "That witch is a few thousand miles away and you're not sixteen anymore, you're twenty one. You're grown up and ready to face the world. You're going to get through this and when you do, you'll laugh about over drinks with co-workers after the office. It'll be the story of the time you did a table dance to cover up a dirty tape.You'll have a wine cooler in a sophisticated resteurant while we successfull executives compar Tuesday, November 15th 2005 - 01:16:22 PM |
| Name: | Vince |
| Subject: | Stripped by my Girlfriend and two of her best friends! |
| Message: | My girlfriend (Jill) had a "girls night out" recently with several of her friends. After several hours of painting the town red, Jill had me pick her up downtown, along with her best friend Trish and her cousin Christine.
When we got home , the girls each changed into their PJ's and continued to drink and laugh it up. Jill was wearing a white tank top with blue-plaid flannel pants. Trish wore pink, silk pajammas. Christine wore a tight red t-shirt with baggy, grey sweatpants. While we all chatted away, Jill got up suddenly from the couch where all three girls were seated. I think she was getting up to find an old photo to show the girls when Christine reached out and grabbed the sides of Jill's flannel pants. With a loud "Oops!", Christine yanked Jills pants down to the floor! Jill had on a pair of white cotton, string-bikini style panties with tiny red hearts all over them. Trish and Christine started laughing hysterically. "Whoooo... nice panties Jilly!" Christine shouted. Jill stood in shock for a moment, with her pants around her ankles, when she too started to laugh. Suddenly, she lunged at Christine, who tried to crawl over Trish to get away. Jill grabbed the waistband of Christine's grey sweatpants from behind and started pulling! We soon discovered thst Christine was wearing pale blue, bikini style cotton panties with a white waistband. I watched closely as Jill crawled on the couch (right over Trish) with her little heart panties still clearly on display and her hands holding on tightly to Christine's sweatpants. Then, Christine fell off the couch and right out of her pants! Jill got up grinning and raised her cousin's sweatpants triumphantly above her head when Chrisitne scampered across the floor in her red t-shirt and blue panties and grabbed Jill's pants from around her ankles. Jill reached down and pulled Christine's t-shirt up her back, over her head and right off her outstreched arms. Christine tried to cover her little, white bra (perhaps realizing that she had been stripped to her underwear by her cousin and in front of her best friend and her cousin's boyfriend!). She got to her feet and called for a truce. Both girls were giggling and breathing heavily when Christine suddenly grabbed Jill's tank top from the bottom and yanked it over Jill's head! Jill had an aqua-blue lacey bra on underneath. Jill and Christine (both in the middle of the living room in their underwear)started fooling around with each other (pretending to make -out and grabbing each others butts). Giggling, Jill said "Wait a minute. We're cousins Christine!" Christine pointed at Trish. "She's not!" Trish was instantly to her feet, but it was too late. Jill and Christine lunged at her and each of them caught one of Trish's ankles as she tried to escape. They both pulled off her socks and hauled her back into the room. "Her pants! Lets get her pants off!" Jill said giddily. With that, Jill and Christine flipped Trish onto her back and started working on the drawstring of her pink, silky pajama bottoms. As soon as it was untied, Jill and Christine each took a pant-leg and (before Trish could grab them) quickly slid them down her legs and tossed them aside. Trish was laughing hysterically while she tried her best to cover up. I could tell Trish had black panties of some sort on, but the pajama top covered almost everything. I decided to weigh in on this. "Are you gonna let her keep her top?" I asked the girls. Trish shot me a look and declared that I would pay for that! Jill and Christine rushed at Trish once again and started unbuttoning her silky, pink top. Trish pretended to resist while they all giggled uncontrollably. I think they were enjoying all of this as much as I was! Jill and Christine releived Trish of her top and now I could see that she was wearing boyshorts style, lacy black underwear with a matching bra! It was quite a sight having my beautiful girlfriend and her two hot friends standing in their bras and panties in front of me. That's when they turned their attention to me! Without a moment's hesitation, they were all on top of me. They wrestled me from my chair to the floor. Jill and Christine pinned down my arms while Trish crawled on top of my legs. They had me trapped. Trish looked me in the eyes. "It's payback time!" "Get his pants Trish!" Jill shouted. My own girlfriend! Trish unbuttoned my jeans and started to unzip them. "C'mon Trish! PULL HIS PANTS DOWN!" Christine was cheering. I felt Trish's fingers slide inside the waist of my jeans. She quickly tugged them down to my knees! I was wearing white breifs underneath. The girls were laughing and cheering loudly at my embarassment. "Wow! Tighty-whiteys! Very cute!" Christine giggled. "Looks like he ejoys being stripped by three girls in their underwear!" Trish said. "Dont stop now!" Jill said. Jill and Christine got my T-shirt off quickly while Trish got my jeans off altogether and threw them aside. "I know!" exclaimed Jill. "Lets tie him up on the balcony!" Before I knew it, the girls had pulled me out on to the balcony in my tighty-whiteys and were tieing me (in a standing position, hands behind my back) to the balcony rail, my back turned to the busy night street. The girls were thrilled with themselves. I was rock hard standing there in such a compromising situation. Jill leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "Goodnight honey!" she said with a grin. That's when all three girls slid their hands into my white briefs and yanked them to the ground. The girls ran laughing back inside and closed the balcony door. As I stood there, totally naked with my underwear around my ankles, the girls turned on the balcony light, ensuring that any passersby got a good veiw of me tied up out there. Over the next hour, about 25 or 30 different groups of people passed by and laughed at my shaming. Some even took pictures! That was most certainly a night I will never forget! Tuesday, November 15th 2005 - 09:23:50 PM |
| Name: | amy |
| E-mail address: | fungirl2000@mail.com |
| Subject: | Department store humiliation |
| Message: | “Can’t you read the sign? It says only three items per customer are allowed in the dressing room.”
Lori, Debbie, and Beth looked at each other in amazement. Here they were, three grown women in their early thirties, being spoken to as if they were small children by some officious salesgirl fully ten years their junior. “Look,” Beth protested. “The top and the skirt are part of a matching set. You can’t really see one without the other. I’ve already got two outfits already – why can’t you count both pieces together as one?” She looked over at her friends. Lori and Debbie shrugged helplessly. Each of them already had three outfits in their hands. “Only three items in the dressing room,” the salesgirl repeated. Primly attired in a two-piece suit and white blouse that was unbecoming to her young age, she was sitting on a stool at the door of the dressing room, putting price tags on new merchandise with a plastic hand-held tagging device. She barely looked up at them. “I don’t believe this.” Beth shook her head. The salesgirl regarded them dismissively. “I don’t make store policy,” she said, and went back to tagging the new merchandise. Frustrated, Beth handed over one of her other two outfits and the three women made their way inside the dressing room. “What a bitch,” Debbie muttered. Beth nodded in agreement. “Somebody really needs to show her up,” Lori added with a sly grin. “Excuse me, but we need some help back here,” she called out sweetly. Still holding the tagger, the salesgirl made her way reluctantly to the back of the dressing room. “I can’t stay back here, you know,” she complained. “I’m the only one on duty out there.” “Well, I don’t see any extra people competing for your attention,” Lori snapped, grabbing the salesgirl roughly by the arm and propelling her into the extra-large handicapped stall at the far end of the room. Debbie and Beth followed close behind. “I guess it’s down to us to teach you a lesson about customer service.” The salesgirl made a move to run, and Lori pushed her hard against the wall. Her shoulder blades hit with an audible thud. She looked frantically from one to the other as the three women closed in. “Only three items allowed in the fitting room, wasn’t it?” Beth asked Lori. “Yes, I believe that was store policy,” Lori answered, “and someone’s definitely got too many items.” Lori grabbed the frightened salesgirl by the arm and brusquely began tugging at her jacket. “Wh-what are you doing?” her captive cried in alarm. “Oh, just making sure that you’re compliant with store policy,” Lori answered nonchalantly. “For instance, with your jacket, blouse, skirt, and shoes, you’re already above the three-item limit. And this doesn’t even mention what else you might have on underneath!” “Good idea!” said Beth. She grabbed the struggling salesgirl by the arms and held her still while Lori and Debbie pulled the jacket completely off. “Liz Claiborne,” Lori read from the label. “Nice. Tell me, how much would something like this cost from here?” “M-maybe about $60,” the girl mumbled, still immobilized by Beth’s grip. “Now it’s on sale!” said Debbie, grabbing the tagger and slapping a price tag on the sleeve. With a pen she wrote a bold $45 – “for being slightly worn”, she explained. She shook out the garment and mounted it on a hanger, where it looked almost as good as new. “Let’s see, what next?” Lori considered. “Well, since the skirt looked so nice with the jacket, maybe they ought to be considered as a complete set.” The salesgirl’s eyes widened in horror and realization. “No!” she cried, struggling even harder in Beth’s grasp. Her legs kicked out, losing one of her shoes in the process. “No!” she wailed again as Lori’s fingers found the zipper of her skirt and pulled it open. The struggling salesgirl tried to open her legs to keep the skirt from sliding completely off her hips, but the combined pulling by Lori and Debbie was enough to wrestle it away. Finally they were able to work it off first one foot, then the other. By then both the girl’s shoes were off her feet, and Lori swept them out of the way along with the liberated skirt. Lori held up the skirt critically. “I’d say this could go for another twenty bucks,” she said, handing it to Debbie, who dutifully tagged it and put it up on a hanger. “The shoes look a little worn, though. Maybe they should go on the clearance rack.” Debbie regarded the squirming salesgirl, whose blouse now hung loosely over the top of her panty hose. “Think she’s compliant with policy yet?” she snickered. “Well,” said Beth, “assuming she’s wearing a full set of underwear, I think we might still have a ways to go. That blouse, for instance, might have to go next.” “No! Please!” The girl was beyond protesting now. Her pleas only elicited more snickers from her captors, however, as Lori opened the buttons of her white blouse, one by one, drawing out the process with excruciating slowness. The buttons undone, Beth reluctantly relinquished her hold so that Lori could pull the sleeves all the way off the girl’s arms. Then the filmy garment was completely pulled away, and the girl was left cringing in her bra, panties, and stockings, trying pathetically to cover herself with her arms. Debbie put the blouse on another hanger. “I think, for this, a bargain at $14.99.” Lori and Beth nodded agreement, and Debbie tagged it promptly. The girl’s entire outer wardrobe was now hanging on the wall, virtually indistinguishable from the actual merchandise. “Well now,” she said, looking over at the salesgirl, “I believe she is now compliant with store policy.” The girl stared back at sullenly, face burning with humiliation. “Tough,” snapped Lori. “Store policy just changed.” The hapless salesgirl tried to put up a resistance, but she was hopelessly outnumbered. First fighting, then pleading, and then crying, she was pinned against the wall as her captors pulled her panty hose down off her legs. “Help! Help!” she screamed out, no doubt in her mind what would happen next. No one responded to her cries. The four of them were alone in the dressing room. The three captors paused to survey their victim. It was almost impossible to equate the haughty, officious salesgirl of earlier with the sobbing creature before them, her body flushed from exertion and shame, only two brief, filmy articles of clothing left to protect her from complete indecency. The salesgirl’s bra was white nylon, with a front close. Beth reached up with one hand and deftly flipped open the clasp. The cups fell to the sides, revealing a rather modest pair of breasts. “Ooh!” she squealed, “does your mommy let you work?” The other women hooted as the salesgirl sobbed even harder. Then the bra was pulled away completely and folded in a neat bundle on top of the panty hose. Cowering helplessly, the salesgirl tried to curl in the corner in a frantic attempt to preserve the last of her dignity. Lori grabbed the back of her white panties and pulled them down off her rump, exposing the girl’s round white buttocks. In response, the girl clutched at the front of the waistband, trying desperately to keep her pubic area covered. A brief tug-of-war followed, but the frail nylon was no match for all that pulling. The panties finally tore away with a loud ripping sound, leaving the wretched salesgirl completely nude and sobbing, not a thing left. “I don’t think we’ll be buying anything here after all,” said Lori. “Let’s put all this stuff back on the racks.” With that, they gathered up all the discarded merchandise, taking the salesgirl’s clothing with them, and left the stall. “You’re not seriously going to put those panties out there with the rest of the lingerie, are you?” Beth whispered to Lori on their way out of the dressing room. “After all, they’re completely shredded beyond repair. I say we just leave them here.” “But won’t she be looking for them out there?” whispered Debbie. Lori shrugged. “So let her wonder,” she said, and tossed the panties into an empty stall. Becky cowered in the dressing room stall covering her exposed breasts and crotch from the camera she knew was filming her from behind the two-way mirror. Her mind refused to work as her panic drove every thought from her head. She knew she could not stay in the dressing room forever, and that soon she would be missed by her always-prickly, supervisor, Mrs. Crawford. : Becky inched her way toward the door to the dressing room. She uncovered her breasts long enough to turn the knob and open the door so she could peek out. She fervently prayed to herself that her clothes would be lying there on the ground in front of the stall, but a quick glance dashed her hopes. : “Would a quick dash to grab some clothes be better,” she thought to herself, “or would going slowly so as not to be seen by anyone be the best thing?” : Becky thought about the rack of clothes that was just outside of the fitting room door. It was possible that she could dash out and grab something that she could wear until her own clothes were found from the items that had been left in the dressing stalls by thoughtless customers. She had never been so glad that people were too lazy to take the items back to the racks where they had found them. : Taking a deep breath, Becky pulled the stall door open again. A quick look and she stepped out into the short hallway. She had never felt so naked before! She had wanted to run and grab whatever she put her hands on, but her feet didn’t seem to want to obey her. Her heart pounded against her chest and she found herself stupidly inching through the hall. : She was at the doorway and could see out into the store. There did not appear to be anyone in view. Becky sighed to herself and thanked God that the store was so empty. She stepped out through the doorway and turned to where the return rack should have been. IT WAS GONE! : Becky stood there in stunned disbelief ignoring for the moment that her nakedness was only covered by her hands and that they did nothing to hide her bare bottom from view. She remembered her situation soon enough when she heard the sound of a giggle from behind. Spinning on her heel, she turned to find a young boy of only nine or ten standing between two racks of children’s clothes snickering at her. : “I saw your butt,” the boy exclaimed! : Becky felt her face flush with shame as the boy’s eyes searched her body. She looked down long enough to check that her hands still covered her where necessary and then sprinted back to the door to the dressing rooms. She tripped! Her arms went out to catch herself as she fell to the floor with a loud “SPLAT!” : Becky heard the boy laughing loudly as she tried to orient herself. She knew that she would not be able to regain her feet without pushing off of the floor with at least one of her hands and exposing either her chest or worse to the laughing boy. She glanced up to where the boy stood laughing and saw, to her utter horror, that an older boy was joining the younger one. The older boy must have been sixteen or seventeen and Becky realized that while his attention was on the younger boy, she would soon be spotted by him if she did not move quickly to get under cover. : Not even bothering to cover herself, Becky pushed off of the ground with both of her hands as she watched the teenaged boy’s head the whole time. As if in slow motion, Becky saw the young man’s head swivel in her direction as she was halfway up from the floor. She watched as the older boy’s eyes grew and his mouth opened while she struggled to her feet and exposed her full frontal nudity to the young man. The smaller boy laughed all the harder at her efforts. : As she resumed her footing, Becky once again covered her front, pushed on the door to the changing rooms with her should, and gave the boys an unobstructed view of her bottom. IT DIDN’T BUDGE!! The bitches who’d torn off her clothes must have locked the door as they left! : Becky began to cry. “It wasn’t fair!” she thought to herself. “Those bitches had no right to strip her naked where she worked!” : “MOM!” the older boy shouted. “THERE’S A GIRL OVER HERE AND SHE’S NAKED AND CRYING!” : Becky tried to hush the boy, but the once empty store suddenly seemed to become very crowded as faces began to appear around her. She pressed her front to the doorway of the changing rooms knowing full well that the people gathering around to see the “little naked girl” were all getting an eyefull of her bare bottom. : “Becky?” she heard Mrs. Crawford ask. “Becky, just what are you doing?” : Becky did not reply. She could hear the muttering and laughing of many people and she did not want to know just how many people were getting a view of her body that only her parents and her boyfriend ever got to see. The only thing worse would be to find out that her co-workers had all come over to see her exposed state. : “Should I cuff her?” asked Mr. Drewer the security guard. : Mrs. Crawford looked at Drewer wondering what could possibly possess the old fool to offer that suggestion. She looked at Becky huddled against the changing room door and it was evident how distressed she was. Mrs. Crawford began to tell Drewer that handcuffs were unnecessary as she reached into her pocket for the key to the dressing room, but she remembered how Becky was always the first employee to complain when a new policy was implemented. She also knew, even though she couldn’t prove it, that Becky had started the “Crappy Crawford” nickname. : “I suppose you had better,” Mrs. Crawford told Drewer even before she realized that she was speaking, “at least until I find out what is going on.” : Becky was stuck dumb as she heard Mrs. Crawford agree to allowing the security guard to handcuff her. Even though he was an old man, Becky felt the strength in Drewer’s hand and arms as he began to pull at her elbows. Becky nearly collapsed when she felt her hands move from her breasts and crotch. She felt the cold metal clasp around her wrists locking her hands firmly behind her back. Becky pushed herself into the door of the dressing room feeling the cold touch of the metal door against her bare skin. : : Becky’s mute response lasted until an involuntary squeal came out as the irresistible force of Drewer’s grip began pulling her body away from the door. Her eyes opened to find a small crowd gathered around her, many of them male and Drewer was pulling her away from the only cover she had! The way he pulled her arms up as he pulled her back showed his experience in maneuvering people who didn’t want to be moved, but it also made it impossible for her to crouch down to cover the vital parts of her anatomy that she wanted covered! : Stretched back by Drewer’s forceful pulling, Becky found herself involuntarily thrusting her chest and pelvis out while having to walk backwards on her tiptoes. The tears began to fill her eyes as she found herself being turned to face the crowd. She barely heard the sounds of the people when the last of her modesty was fully exposed to the crowd. She took in that most of faces she saw were of men and they’re eyes flicked from her chest to her crotch. The tears escaped her eyes as she looked on all of her co-workers craning their necks and jostling the crowd to get a good look at her naked body. : “She’s as bare as a baby,” Becky heard a female voice that sounded like Catherine Banks say. : The comment broke the tension in the store and Becky stood, humiliated and crying, as a sudden burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. She had only shaved her pubic hair at the request of her boyfriend, Todd! As the cold laughter washed over her, she hated him and hated herself for doing it! : “Okay, Mr. Drewer, take her to my office,” Becky heard Mrs. Crawford call out above the crowd’s laughter. Becky breathed a sigh of relief as Ms. Crawford closed the office door behind the three of them. That horrible old security guard still held her hands cuffed behind her back, and she was sure he’d been ogling her bare bottom all the way to the back of the store. Well, at least in here there were only two pairs of eyes on her, instead of the entire crowd of shoppers. She had hoped that Drewer would unlock the handcuffs as soon as they were in Ms. Crawford’s office, but he made no move to do so, nor did Ms. Crawford request him to. Instead, the older woman sat down behind her desk while the security guard remained standing in front of the door. Becky stood between them uncertainly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She hung her head, unable to meet her supervisor’s eyes. Her body burned under the woman’s gaze. At length Ms. Crawford spoke. “Well, this is an interesting situation,” she said, keeping her eyes straight on Becky. “By rights you do know I should fire you for this.” This declaration brought a fresh round of tears from the hapless girl. “But – “ she continued after a pause, “since you have been a good employee so far and since there may have been some extenuating circumstances, I will offer you ONE chance to keep your job and erase the incident from your record… if you will agree to assist with, shall we say, a managerial exercise.” For the first time, Becky felt a ray of hope. She looked up and nodded eagerly. “Agreed then.” Ms. Crawford opened a desk drawer and reached inside. She pulled out two items and placed them on top of the desk. The first item was a file folder. The second was a video camera with a mounted spotlight. In spite of herself Becky recoiled in horror. Ms. Crawford put on a pair of reading glasses and opened the file folder. “All the regional managers have been asked to assist in developing new guidelines for disciplining employee violations. We have been encouraged to suggest new ideas and if possible to demonstrate the procedures for consideration by the corporate office.” The older woman crossed around to the front of the desk and picked up the camera. “I thought this might be an appropriate opportunity share some new ideas.” She mounted the camera on top of a nearby file cabinet, and then turned Becky around to face the lens. “Perhaps you might start by describing the nature of your offense and how it came about,” she prompted, switching on the camera and the spotlight. Becky stood a moment in shocked silence. As bad as enduring her ordeal earlier that day, it would only be worse by having to describe it, standing naked in front of a video camera. Reflexively, she squeezed her thighs together. “Go on,” said the security guard behind her. “Tape’s rolling.” The utter degradation of her predicament brought a fresh round of tears to Becky’s eyes. “I – I was only trying to enforce store policy,” she stammered into the camera, painfully conscious of the light on her. “There were – three girls, er, women, actually.” “Hold your head up, please,” Ms. Crawford said over her shoulder, “and speak louder, if you can.” Becky choked back a sob and went on. “One of them had four items in the dressing room… well, I guess I could have counted the jacket and skirt as one…” “The customer is always right,” added Ms. Crawford sternly. “But I didn’t… and then they grabbed me… they took me to the back of the dressing room… and then they – they took all my clothes!” “Please be specific,” the supervisor prompted. “I – oh god, I can’t!” After a momentary flash of panic Becky realized the futility of her predicament. “First two of them grabbed me and held me down, and the third one started taking off my jacket. I – I didn’t want them to do it! You’ve really got to believe me!” A tear rolled down her face, where it dripped off her chin and landed between her naked breasts. “Please stick to the events, Becky,” her supervisor scolded. Another wave of despair washed over her. She wanted to beg the security guard to at least uncuff her hands so she could at least hunch over, or try and cover herself with her arms, rather than have her breasts and pubic area exposed and palely illuminated by the harsh spotlight. “I was hoping they would stop there, but then they started taking off my – my skirt too. And then they took my blouse!” She could not stop her voice from shaking as more tears flowed freely. “Go on, you’re doing well now.” Her supervisor’s voice was starting to sound a bit husky. “I – oh please, you have to believe I was fighting! I thought they were done, but then they had their hands all over my stockings, and they pulled them down – oh!” And here Becky stopped to choke back another sob. “I – I asked them to let them keep my underwear on…” “Obviously they didn’t,” the security guard quipped dryly. Becky swallowed hard, sobbing uncontrollably now. “I – oh! I tried to keep my bra closed, but then they took that too, and they tore my panties, and – oh!” A stream of mucus dripped from her nose, and she sniffed loudly, unable to reach up and wipe it away. “They took everything,” she concluded miserably, “and then they left.” “That’s it?” Ms. Crawford asked. Becky nodded. “All right then, you may turn around now.” Becky did so, grateful to turn away from the direct glare of the spotlight. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her supervisor smirking faintly. The older woman’s face looked flushed, and her hand was under her jacket as though she were adjusting her bra. To her horror Becky realized the supervisor’s nipples were stiff and visible through her clothing. “Well, thank you for your cooperation,” Ms. Crawford. “However, there is still the matter of an appropriate punishment.” “But haven’t I been punished enough already?” Becky wailed. “Not at all. You have only described the violation. We have not yet addressed the penalty. Lean forward across the desk, please.” Sobbing afresh, and still unable to wipe her streaming nose, Becky did what she was told, hoping that total cooperation would speed things along. Without her arms for balance, she fell forward across the supervisor’s desk, banging her nose and squashing her breasts in the process. Her ass was now sticking high up in the air, pointing obliquely at the camera lens. “I think ten strokes should be sufficient, don’t you?” said Ms. Crawford. There was a sound of Velcro unzipping as the security guard detached the club from his belt. Whack! Whack! The first stroke cracked without warning across Becky’s tender right buttock, followed immediately by one to the left. Even though she didn’t think she could possibly cry any more, the fresh humiliation of being spanked on camera was too much to bear. The ten strokes felt like a hundred over her burning ass cheeks as she screamed and struggled. Finally they stopped, and a momentary silence fell over the three of them, broken only Becky’s ragged sobs. At length she felt a cool salve being applied over her abused skin. It felt good, and she nearly cried again at this simple pleasure – until she realized that Ms. Crawford was rubbing the cream in with her bare hand! The woman slipped a finger between the girl’s thighs and brushed lightly over her labia. Becky gasped at the violation and the finger withdrew. “Be still,” the woman murmured in a husky voice. “We don’t want any lasting damage, do we?” Then the caressing fingers were gone, and someone clicked off the spotlight over Becky’s hindquarters. She felt a tug, and then her hands were free as well. Sniffling, Becky pushed herself awkwardly off her supervisor’s desk and turned around. The woman and the old man were looking at her, the security guard’s face twisted in a barely disguised leer. Reflexively she squeezed her thighs together and crossed her arms over her chest, only half-realizing how ridiculous and futile that action must look now. “Well, thank you very much,” Ms. Crawford said. “I think this will make a very – interesting demonstration for the corporate office.” The normally prim, perfectly groomed woman was looking flushed and slightly disheveled. Becky noticed her one of her blouse buttons was open, revealing the lace border of a bra. “Now, what did you say the women did with your clothes?” “I – I think they put them on hangers and hung them out with the other clothes.” “Hmm,” the supervisor thought a moment. “Well, I supposed you’d better go out and get them then.” She crossed the room and unlocked the door. “B-but,” Becky stammered, looking down at her body, “I’m still n-naked!” Ms. Crawford allowed her eyes to rest on Becky’s feebly covered breasts and pubic area, as if registering them for the first time. “Yes, I suppose you are. Well, I could let you borrow my jacket.” Ms. Crawford reached behind the door and tossed a white cotton jacket over to Becky, who pulled it on gratefully. It was a mid-thigh length jacket, looked a bit like a lab coat really, but it was cut to fit the older woman’s 5-foot, size-2 frame. On Becky, who was somewhere between a 6 and an 8, it barely skimmed the bottom crease of her tender sore buttocks. Even worse, Becky found when she tried to button the thing that the top two buttons wouldn’t close, and the rest of them were stretched so tightly that bits of her bare skin actually showed in the gaps between. The tight closure squashed her breasts together so tightly that even though her breasts weren’t big, the illusion of a rather impressive cleavage showed in the deep v-shaped opening. “Is there anything else?” Ms. Crawford asked, all sternness again now. Trying not to focus on how ridiculous she must look, Becky stared down at her bare feet and mumbled, “N-no.” “Right then, that will be all. Now, get out of here, both of you. My shift is up in a half hour and I’ve got… things to do.” The security guard ushered Becky out of Ms. Crawford’s office and closed the door hurriedly. Becky heard the click of the lock and then the whir of tape being rewound. “Well, good luck,” Drewer snickered. “You heard what the lady said.” Reaching under the jacket for a final pat on her bare ass, he strode off, leaving Becky standing alone at the back of the store. Her confidence returned, Becky gave herself a final check in the mirror and strode out of the dressing room, once again the professional salesgirl. She couldn’t wait to get out of the store and home to a nice hot bath. Her whole body felt dirty from the day’s humiliating experience, and she didn’t even want to think about what the soles of her feet looked like. She was still carrying Ms. Crawford’s white jacket over her arm. Despite being a bit stretched out, it was none the worse for wear. For a moment she considered leaving it back in the dressing room and letting the old bitch wonder, but she realized that if she still wanted to keep her job she didn’t need to piss her supervisors off any further. Besides, as it was already after six the day manager’s shift was over. She liked the evening manager, Mr. Forester. He was a nice, fatherly type who had taken over the evening shift after the birth of his grandchildren so that his daughter could go back to work in the daytime. Mr. Forester was just sitting down at his desk when Becky knocked on his door. A quick glance about the office revealed (to Becky’s immense relief) no trace of the camera or video. The VCR was pushed back in the corner and covered by a plastic sheet. The evening manager looked over the top of his glasses at Becky’s knock. “Hi,” he said. “Thought you’d have left by now.” “I, um, had to stay behind a little and take care of something for Ms. Crawford. She didn’t… say anything to you about me, did she?” “Of course not. Would she have any reason to?” Becky shook her head quickly. “Is there anything else you need?” “Oh – no!” Becky answered, more quickly than she probably ought to. “I was just dropping of her jacket… Bye!” She hung the jacket on a peg by the door and was off before he could ask any questions, stopping only to retrieve her purse from the employee locker. All she wanted to focus on as she walked again through the store was the nice hot bath she’d draw for herself the minute she got home. She did not want to think about getting stripped by those three women in the dressing room. She did not want to think about being paraded naked and handcuffed all the way to the back of the store, or her further humiliation in the manager’s office. She especially did not want to think about having to walk barefoot and barely covered around the selling floor to retrieve her own clothes again. All of that could finally be put behind her. By the time she got to the front door she was feeling positively lighthearted. She waved goodbye to the nearest cashier (a part-time college girl she didn’t recognize) and headed out to the parking lot. All at once a loud noise sounded overhead. With a start Becky realized it was the store alarm. Instinctively she looked around her, but only then died she realize that she was the person who had set it off! Oh no, this couldn’t be happening, not when she was this close to getting clear! Everybody had turned around to look at her, and she could see old Drewer the security guard making his way up from the back of the store, followed by Mr. Forester. The security guard’s lewd smirk of recognition could not compare to the disappointed frown on Forester’s face as he saw who had set off the alarm. “Becky, what is the meaning of this?” Forester exclaimed. “I’ve already called the police and they are on the way. I’m sure you are aware of the zero tolerance policy on theft we’ve instituted due to the rise of celebrity shoplifters they’re talking about on the news.” “Please,” Becky stammered, blinking back tears, “I’m sure it’s just an alarm malfunction…” “Well,” said Mr. Forester uncertainly. “Maybe we should wait until the police get here.” In short notice the doorway was illuminated by the swirling red and blue of police lights. A squad car pulled up in front of the entrance of the store and two uniformed officers got out. “Yes, we received a call about a disturbance and possible theft?” The senior of the two cops was Sergeant Barbara Oliver, a large, muscular woman with a square, blockish face and straight black hair tied in a long braid down her back. Her partner, Officer Andy Beck, was in his 20’s, with blond surfer-boy looks that, under different circumstances Becky might have found exceedingly attractive. “Right,” said Mr. Forester. “We’ve had one of our alarms go off. Only it’s probably a malfunction here. Because Miss Hayes here is one of our employees, and she’s never given us any trouble. In fact, she’s always been a strict follower of store policy.” “Then she won’t mind participating in this search just for formality’s sake, would you, Miss?” the younger cop asked Becky. “N-no, I guess not,” she replied warily. “Very good then,” said Sgt. Oliver briskly, all business. “Sooner we get this business done, the sooner we can all go home. Hand over your bag please, Miss.” Becky did so wordlessly. Without her handbag she felt suddenly vulnerable again. She watched helplessly as the policewoman emptied the contents of the purse onto the floor and started cataloguing her meager possessions: car keys; makeup bag (containing lipstick, face powder, and mascara); tissues in a plastic bag; wallet (containing driver’s license, employee identification, credit cards, a photo of her dog, and twenty dollars in cash); appointment book; ball point pen; and a lipstick-shaped container that opened to reveal (to Becky’s intense embarrassment) an emergency tampon. “Everything seems to be in order,” the policewoman frowned. “Maybe it was just a malfunction after all. Try walking through again without your purse.” Becky did so, and the alarm went off again. “You haven’t got anything in your jacket pocket, have you?” Sgt. Oliver asked, clearly beginning to get suspicious. “N-no,” Becky mumbled, looking around. By now the situation was attracting quite a crowd. “I’m sure it’s all just a big mistake,” the young blond officer cut in hastily. “Zero tolerance,” Drewer reminded them with a leer. Becky had forgotten he was there. “Yes, I’m afraid that’s right,” said Sgt. Oliver with a shake of her head. “Please remove your jacket, Miss Hayes.” With a growing sense of dread Becky shrugged the jacket slowly off her shoulders, pulled one arm out of the sleeve, and then the other. She handed the jacket reluctantly to Sgt. Oliver and stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Even though her breasts weren’t big enough to sag, the absence of her bra would surely be obvious without the extra layer of cover. The younger Officer Beck did a quick search through the jacket pockets. “Nothing in the pockets, Miss, just like you said. You can try walking through again.” As expected, the alarm went off again. Resignedly, Becky returned to the two police officers, who now had the jacket on the floor next to the contents of her purse. “We’ll have to check your shoes next, Miss.” Now this presented a problem. In order for her to reach her shoes, Becky had to keep one arm still tight across her chest while bending at her knees to reach her shoes. This she managed to accomplish, although she had some difficulty balancing on one foot at a time with her arm in such an awkward position. She picked up the shoes and handed them unhappily to Sgt. Oliver. The stern woman passed them to her partner, who turned each one upside-down and shook it out before adding it to the growing array of items on the floor. Sgt. Oliver waved her hand for Becky to walk through again. She seemed unsurprised when the alarms sounded once more. “I see,” said the policewoman. “Have you got any pockets in your skirt?” “N-no,” moaned Becky in dismay. “You’ll have to give us the skirt and let us check it over,” Sgt. Oliver snapped. “B-but I can’t! Please don’t make me…” “Don’t worry Miss,” said the younger cop said, with an amiable smile, “we never go beyond the outer clothes.” “But,” Becky began again. “Yes, Miss?” But I’m not wearing any underclothes, Becky thought wretchedly. Well, they’d sure find out soon enough. Blinking back silent tears she unclasped the waistband of her skirt and slid down the zipper. The garment slid to the floor around her ankles and Becky stood there clad only in her blouse, one hand shielding her breasts and the other hand trying to pull the bottom of the blouse down over her pubic area. A couple of onlookers snickered. “Please step away from the skirt, Miss,” ordered the senior officer. Becky obeyed meekly, trying to keep her thighs squeezed together as much as she could. Sgt. Oliver nodded to her partner, and he moved forward to pick up the skirt. As bad as it was being stripped and humiliated in front of the repellent old security guard and her frustrated old-maid boss, somehow being witnessed in her shame by such a nice, handsome cop was infinitely worse. “I think I see the problem, officers,” old Drewer the security guard piped up. “She’s got one of those security tags on the bottom of her blouse. Mr. Forester, she’s been trying to walk off with store merchandise!” Horrified, Becky put a cautious hand around to the back of the hem. Sure enough, she felt the hard plastic tag that had set off the sensors in the front doors. In her haste to get dressed, she must have completely missed it. Now, she couldn’t imagine how she could have done that. “Ah, shoplifting.” Sgt. Oliver opened a small notebook and started to make notes. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come down to the station with us after all, Miss.” As she started to follow the officers out the door, Drewer yelled out, “Wait a minute, that blouse stays here. That’s store property, you know!” With a sob of defeat Becky slowly undid the buttons of the blouse. When she got to the last one she stood there indecisively holding the open sides together against her body. Unable to prevent the inevitable any longer, she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and handed it to Officer Beck. She couldn’t look at him, but she could only imagine his eyes on her body. Someone in the gathered crowd whistled, and a few others applauded. “I’m sorry Miss, but since you’re now under arrest, I’m going to have to handcuff you again,” said Sgt. Oliver, not sounding sorry at all. “You have the right to remain silent…” The policewoman’s words were lost in the turmoil of Becky’s thoughts as she was led, naked and handcuffed for the second time that day, out the door of the department store to the waiting squad car by the curb. Outside, the skies had opened up and a steady rain was now falling. The cold drops instantly soaked Becky’s hair and skin and hardened her nipples. Her bare feet slapped in a muddy puddle in the wet concrete sidewalk. The officers bundled her into the back of the squad car, where she dripped and squelched wetly onto the black vinyl seat. Then the engine turned, the headlights came on, and the police car drove off into the rainy evening. Tuesday, November 15th 2005 - 01:12:16 PM |
| Name: | sandra |
| Subject: | Picking the Wrong Fight |
| Message: | This happened to me a few years ago at my 10th grade. My boyfriend, Mike, had recently dumped me for a much more popular, blonde, ditzy girl named Heather. I went to the formal alone (because Mike dumped me 2 days before) and I was not in my best mood. I was just sitting around by the refreshments, trying to have a good time when who else but Heather and Mike come and start dancing right in front of me.
I yelled out the first sentence that came to mind. "Move it, your fat ass is blocking my view" I demanded. She just rolled her eyes and walked off with a few of her friends. After the dance, everyone was waiting around outside when Heather walked up to me and starting making fun of my dress. Click here to email this Embarrassing Story to your friends! "Most guys appreciate it if you leave some of your body to the imagination," she send with a shrill ring in her voice. "I won't leave anything to anyone's imagination," I shot back. With rage, I dove on her and began slamming her head on the ground. Unfortunately for me, she was surprising strong and she instantly turned the tables and was on top of me. By this time, I crowd of boys was surrounding us cheering for this "cat fight!!!" To my pure terror, Heather was trying to pull the staps off my dress and slide it off. I resisted with all my strengh, but she was too strong. She eventually stripped me down to my bra and thong. This led to howls and hoots from the boys. With humiliating, I raced all the way home in my underwear, hiding behind trees on the way. People mock me to this day for what happened. Friday, November 11th 2005 - 09:39:41 AM |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | Nursing Stories |
| Message: | Thanks for the comments George. You really need to spill the beans on how your wife and Kath got in that state after the night out don't you?
When I was accepted to be a nurse my mother did warn me to keep an eye on the rest of them and try to avoid being enticed into the bathing rooms, but just generally be on my guard. I started and the usual chat brought out the fact that since my mother was a nurse then I should be aware of what was in front of me. The problem that at that time i did not. During the first few weeks I could hear the screams of my fellow students as they were one by one picked off and put in the bath. Some got off lightly and were put in the bath fully clothed when they were given a choice, however light everything in life it did depend on who was doing the initiation and what they had endured in the past. I was grabbed in the changing room immediately after an early shift and actually carried through to the room where there was a large crowd waiting. I was given a choice of being of being dunked in my uniform, naked, or in my underwear. I did not want my uniform soaked I had my watch still pinned on it and a couple of pens so I made a decision to go in my underwear. I had a nice matching set on and hey it could not be any different than being in a bikini could it? Lesson one for student nurses do not expect your colleagues to stop stripping you once they have started. They removed my uniform with no resistance as agreed but then when it was removed over my head it could feel my bra being unhooked. My arms were caught up as the sleeves were pulled slowly over and someone started to pull my panties down, I though it might just be a tease for the audience but they did not go back up. I was trapped inside as they just held me there and my panties were pulled slowly down over my knees, at this point I was helpless and knew I was going to lose them. As they were pulled over my ankles and away from me the cheers were deafening in the room. The bra just came away with my top as they resumed the removal over my head. Now that is embarrassing to be totally naked in a packed room of workmates and colleagues , still held knowing that you have to be put in a bath of freezing cold water. I protested and struggled but this upped the entertainment for all these onlookers. The girls easily lifted me up by the arms and legs up high and placed me in the bath, god it was cold. Again the room was loud with cheering and my screaming. I tried to splash my initiators with the water and caught a few third years quite well I thought. Lesson Two don't splash third years when you are naked in a crowded room full of people lokking for more entertainment. They don't need encouragement to humiliate students but the suggestions being shouted out from the crowd worried me as I was lifted clear of the water. Predictably there was no towel, most of my student friends had to make there way back to the changing rooms soaken either clothed or naked, it was a short run but had been done before so I was prepared for it, anyway I had nothing to hide. However I was still being held as suggestions of shave her, take her to the doctor's room, tie her to a trolly, we will take her off your hand (porters, or do it again. The third years put me in a wheel chair and covered me with a sheet and took me to another ward at the other end of the hospital. Nobody will defend you as they do not want to be next on the list. I was tied to a bed much the same as the girl that George found in a side ward and left for about an hour. They must have used their break time already so I was being put on hold until their next opportunity. When they arrived to see me their numbers had swelled and I reckon every third year in the hospital was in the room. The third year from my own ward was there and she had been given the "honours". Lesson three. The honours are for them not for you. My limbs were intied and my legs were lifted and separated ready to be shaved. I kept myself pretty neatly trimmed there but that was soon to be undone, I was very gently shaved of every pubic hair and silently given a lesson of not to mess with third years. I was informed that I would now be top there list and would have to be on my best behaviour as there was no end to the list of "punishments" that I would have to suffer and that I was getting off lightly. Visiting time was coming up so I was given the choice of finding my way naked back to the ward of being taken back in the chair by a porter. Since I had no wish to running naked round a hospital I chose the porter. Lesson Four. Do not let a porter wheel a naked nurse albeit covered with a sheet back to the ward. Porters cannot possibly take a nurse straight back without displaying their trophy to their colleagues. I had to stand and turn in the porters horrible little area I thought I saw a camera and would not be surprised but eventually they dropped me off just short of the changing room so they could squeeze one last streak out of me. I have to say that despite the trauma initially the initiation ceremonies do break the ice and prove that everyone is in the same boat, nursing is such a intense profession that these pranks do relieve some of the tension and since everyone is "done" then nobody feels victimised.......unless they want too. We had a couple in our year that in hindsight I think they actually encouraged it, but that's enough fo now I did not think I would ever tell that to anyone but I feel the better of it now. Wednesday, November 9th 2005 - 01:39:59 AM |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Thank you! (a few more stories) |
| Message: | Thanks Katrina, i have a few more stories but they are not initiation based.
Once my wife and her best frind went out too a Christmas dinner with work collegues. The girls would be about 10 and 13 respectively. About 1am there's a knocking on the front door. I wondered who it was then thought that my wife had lost her key or was too drunk to use it. i went down to open the door and there she and kath where naked except for heels. amd stockings. On another occassion my wife was on holiday with the girls. shortly after my eldest daughters divorse. The rule was no talking about men. The penalty was having to run naked arround the pool. Well by the end of the week all of club 18 - 30 had seen all of them in the altogether. Kath my wife's friend was once locked out of her house. My wife had me go along. Kath hadn't expected this so when i rounded the corner she screamed then thought better of it stood their in just knickers. I've seen kath naked or near naked a few times. The first was when she was a student nurse hiding in the linen baskets topless, i gave her my coat and escorted her to the charguing room. Another tale involving kath was when she made sister, she was sat in a meeting with me fidgetting. i asked why and she smiled. later at the end of the meeting she said that the third years had grabbed her and stripped her and only gave her dress and tights back. On another occassions i was due to meet my wife after work. i went over to her unit and then up on to her ward. When i enterd i could see a bra abd then knickers hanging on the knob of the duty room. i investiagted and found a female SHo completely naked tied to the bed. You don't here much about what happens to doctors but it does happen. I know of at least three female doctors who end up in baths minus their clothes, i jnow of at least one other who found herself naked in the duty room, and countless having to work in just white coats if you understand. Thanks it for now. Katrina i'm sure you have a few tales of your own. Ot perhaps you could get your mother to write a few up for here. George Tuesday, November 8th 2005 - 06:42:33 AM |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | Nurse Initiations and Other Stories |
| Message: | George we mis your stories about your wife and daughters did you ever get any work done there? Only kidding I know how hard you guys work.
My boyfriend came across this site but the nurse stuff really turns him on because I am a nurse and so is my mother. He has pestered the life out of me and even spoke to my mother about it, I would never have done it. Like almost every nurse I know she has a couple of stories herself. When she was a student in the old days when things seemed to be a bit more common and there certainly was less of a fuss she was dranked and dunked into a large bath of freezing water on her first week. The following week despite her protests she was stripped to her bra and pants after been taken to another ward and left in the sluice area. She thought her worries were over but the rest of the students were being dunked and stripped on a regular basis, barely a week went by without someone being caught by usually the third years and having something done to them. The hospital in question is in Birmingham buts that as far as I can go in case anyone works out who I am talking about. The initiations seemed to get worse as the first year went on. They were getting more confident and getting their own back on what had happened to them in previous years, stories of naked ambulance rides were going round, being stripped naked and left in the porters area was a favourite. My mum's final embarassment was well planned and the start of the final huniliation for all of the first years. The new intake was coming in about a month and each and every student in mum's year knew that they would be a victim one last time. My mum told my boyfriend this as I was too embarrassed to listen, he was all over the place so I am not even sure she added a little spice to liven him up a little more. She was on a late shift whilst most of the others were either off or on an early and they had arranged to meet in the local pub. However they obviously had other plans, she was jumped and hooded about half an hour before the end of her shift and trollied to the large linen room which was by now deserted. The hood was removed and she was slowly stripped by several nurses some were even off duty and come in for the occasion, that worried her. Up to now she had only been stripped entirely naked twice before and had to make her way back to the changing room, a fairly common occurance for students, or anyone unlucky enough to be working on their birthday.. birthday suit and all that. Anyway she was now naked in front of her "colleagues" and clearly at there mercy. One of them made a phone call and said she was ready just to come through. They then used the restraining straps to attach her to the trolley and put her ankles into the stirrups. She realised that it was her turn to be shaved, most of the other had been done so sooner or later she reckoned her turn would be here. The twist came when the nurses left the room and two hospital porters came through the door, apparantly they had bought this privelidge with drinks and had specifically asked for my mother. They took their time shaving her making sure that nothing was left. This was the most humiliating experience of her then young life, she knew the porters and would have to see them regularly throughout the hospital, one pulled out a camera to record their handiwork and left the room. Eventually the nurses returned and loosened her put her in a doctors white lab coat and took her over to the pub to meet her friends. During the night she was constantly jostled and her coat was lifted at every opportunity but thankfully nothing else happened during her time as a student. She refused to tell us any of the things she got up to when she was in third year but I am sure she got her own back with interest. The only other things to happen to her was when she was about to be married. The Hen Night started early in the ward when she was stripped and shaved as was the standard tradition she expected that but was dressed as a tart with stockings mini skirt boob tube too small no bra etc with various messages pinned on her. Her panties were removed for her in the first taxi and given to the driver as a tip. They went round all the pubs in the area then on to their usual night club. The management were in on the hen night pranks and had no difficulty getting volunteer stewards to stay half and hour after the place was cleared for a tradition nurse hen night games of chase and forfeit. Simple enough game the bride to be is given a 10 second start and has to run round the night club from the stewards. When they catch her they are allowed to remove one piece of clothing. Now my mother had not been on a hen night before as she was married young and not managed to get the time off. She had little choice anyway but to play but being drunk left her an easy prey for the guys and the two female stewards who joined in. Within a few minutes she was stark naked in a night club with little chance of getting her clothes back. She eventually got back to her flat with someone elses boob tube, and one high heeled shoe from lost property. On her last shift before she left to get married she was jumped again and despite her pleading and begging, she was again stripped and shaved, her hen night had been a couple of weeks previous to have half a chance of growing back a little but the stubble all came off. She was tied to a chair with a veil and an L plate and left with the porters as a last gift. Wednesday, November 2nd 2005 - 09:55:53 AM |
| Name: | TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE |
| Subject: | TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE |
| Message: | It's obviously a not uncommon hazard.
In my neck of the woods the prom is called the senior formal but otherwise it's the same - guys in elegant suits, girls in sexy gowns. Before the formal is the pre-formal, afterwards is the post-formal, then comes the short-term memory loss and the hangover. My post-formal ended around 2.00am when we were kicked out of our venue. We weren't ready to call it a night so we reconvened on a sports oval to party till dawn. I think you see where this is going. Anatomically, though, guys get the best of it. Just unzip and fire away. I think that alone explains ten of downtrodden females. The toilet block on the side of the oval was locked so the rear of the block became our impromptu restroom. My dress was very sheer so I couldn't pull it up to squat, so I had to take it off. No bra, knickers around your ankles, not the way you want your male classmates to see you. Every time we heard a squeal emanating from behind the building we knew what had happened. After getting away with it the first time I decided to hold it in after that. This was in the wake of several hours of drinking and coffee imbibing. By daybreak I was in agony and ready to burst. Though that is more information than you probably needed to know. Sorry, not that exciting... Monday, October 31st 2005 - 08:28:25 AM |
| Name: | ravegirl |
| Subject: | Fun with Alicia |
| Message: | Hi I hope you like my story. I have posted other stories but no one ever says anything about them :-( Sorry if the are boring or lame to you..
This happened when I was 15. Me and my family were going to Mexico for winter vacation. My sister and I, and my friend Alicia went with us. We went on a truck with a camper on the back so the 3 of us rode in the camper. In the back, my dad put an elevated bed in where the luggage went underneath. Well, Alicia and I always slept on the elevated bed and my sister slept right below me. One night while driving down, my sister dared Alicia to pull my underwear down when I was asleep. Alicia did it and they looked and my butt. I woke up annoyed but Alicia said I had a really nice body. She said she wanted to see more so my sister and her jumped me and Alicia pulled my panties down and my shirt up as we wrestled around in the blankets. It wasn’t long before I had no pants on at all! They tickled and playfully toyed with me for a bit and after we all laughed about it. It was so thrilling knowing we were doing that right in back of the camper with my folks right there up front driving not knowing a thing. I liked it! The next day, me and Alicia were all alone in the camper because my sister and folks went shopping. They planned to be gone for a while. Well Alicia started with me again pulling the back of my shorts down by the bottom part as I was bending over getting some drinks from under the cabinet. They came ˝ way down exposing my butt crack and she laughed. I jumped up and attacked her back saying it was time for her pants to come off this time. Jumping on her we both fell back on the bed wrestling as I grabbed the waist of her shorts on both sides and pulled and wrestled them down lower and lower with each pull. She was on her back on the bed with her knees up laughing trying to keep them up in front as I got them past her butt from underneath, then past her hips and eventually till they were mid thigh except for the front which she was desperately trying to keep pulled up covering her pubic area. Well it wasn’t long before I got them free of her grasp yanking them all the way down and off her legs exposing her fully to me. Now she was the bottomless one this time! She didn’t seem phased by this at all and jumped on me trying to get my shorts down still. We rolled around laughing our heads off like this for a while till she managed to wrestle my shorts and panties fully off too. I got her shirt off leaving her basically stripped completely naked. We were both touching and tickling each other and with all the close contact it wasn’t long before we were locked together completely nude with our legs intertwined basically dry humping each other. It was weird but we were both really turned on. Hugging and sliding our hands up and down each others backs we explored each others bodies till we both were cupping each other butts grinding our hips against each other moaning in ecstasy. She sucked my boobs and let her hand slide into my wet lips from behind. Pulling her butt apart I did the same. It was so crazy but I couldn’t stop. Lying on our sides completely naked locked together with our hands caressing each others butts we humped each other in sheer pleasure for I don’t know how long. Alicia was rubbing her face against my neck moaning in pleasure as she popped her finger in and out of my spread pussy and tickled the rim of my butt hole too. She was rubbing and fingering my wet lips and slippery clit. Well on my way to a huge orgasm I began grinding faster and faster till I felt that wonderful feeling rush over me as I bucked and jerked around on her. In the midst of our gut wrenching orgasm I suddenly heard the camper door swing open and my Mom, sister, and dad walking in! I guess in the midst of all our naked fun I had totally lost track of time and it was almost dark. Still shuddering in naked pleasure we both jumped up as fast as we could scrambling for cover. I wish I could have crawled in a hole and just died at that moment rather than deal with this. I’ll never forget the look on their faces, and my mother standing there in shock saying, “Oh my god, my daughters a lesbian, my daughters a lesbian!” over and over. It still echos in my head. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. The rest of the trip was extremely awkward… to say the least…. Friday, October 28th 2005 - 03:15:18 PM |
| Name: | T-Dawg |
| Subject: | Stripped After Prom |
| Message: | Jenn was a very popular girl, and she was not the kind of girl who would forgive another girl for stealing her boyfriend, Trey. So when Trey dumped her to go to the prom with Kirsten, Jenn was not going to let it slide. Jenn was a senior and Kirsten was only a junior. Kirsten was pretty, but she was not popular, and it was humiliating to know that the whole school realized what happened. Jenn had done so much for Trey, and now she was being screwed.
During the prom, Jenn kept her distance, dancing with her own prom date, but never taking her eyes off Kirsten and Trey. So when the couple looked like they were leaving, Jenn decided the time had come. She gathered a few of her friends, and followed Kirsten and Trey out of the door and into the parking lot. Once they were a safe distance from the building, Jenn decided the time had come. "Hey bitch," Jenn yelled out. Kirsten turned around and her face turned red. She felt guilty about the whole thing, but was too happy with Trey to not go ahead with it. She was hoping to avoid a confrontation, being the quiet girl she is, and now realized that she wasn't going to have a choice. She had just bought this beautiful strapless black dress, and didn't want to get it ruined either. Kirsten froze and Jenn walked over to her and got in her face. Trey backed away, seemingly getting excited over the whole thing. "You didn't really think I'd forget this whole thing, did you girl?" Jenn asked her. "Look, I don't want any trouble. Please, can we just talk about this some other time?" Kirsten answered. "Alright," said Jenn. "I will see you in school next week." With that, Kirsten turned around to leave. Jenn quickly stuck her high heeled shoe on the bottom of Kirsten's dress, and when Kirsten began to walk away, her dress was suddenly yanked to the ground. Kirsten shrieked as the material slipped away, leaving her in a strapless white bra, and matching thong panties. Kirsten's shriek caught the attention of everyone in the parking lot, who quickly made their way over to witness the spectacle. Kirsten was in hell. Half her school was around her and she was in the middle, in her bra and panties. She used one hand to cover her butt and the other moved across her chest, as she watched Jenn slowly pick up her dress. Kirsten turned to run, but she had been surrounded, there was nowhere to go. Suddenly, her arm was yanked and she was forced across Jenn's knee. Jenn was a varsity volleyball player and Kirsten was a pretty skinny girl, she was powerless to do anything. "Maybe this will help you learn your lesson, and not steal boyfriends," said Jenn as she raised her right hand. The crowd cheered as Jenn's hand landed on Kirsten's right asscheek, drawing another shriek from the defrocked girl. Jenn then rapidly delivered a loud, hard spanking to the crowd's delight. Kirsten's butt turned pink, and she eventually broke down in tears, unable to fight back. But Jenn wasn't done. She told her friends to come over and help her. A couple of friends grabbed Kirsten's legs, and another moved over and unsnapped her strapless bra, pulling it from her chest, as Kirsten cried uncontrollably. A shortage of cameras is never a problem at prom, as Jenn hold her arms back while everyone in school took pictures of Kirsten's bare boobs, nipples hard from the cold spring air. With her friends continuing to hold her limbs, Kirsten couldn't move a muscle. Jenn then grabbed the back of her thong and slowly pulled it up her ass, the remainder of the fabric disappearing into her pussy, and her pubic hair beginning to appear. Jenn used her left hand to slowly pull the thong up and down, then picking up tempo. Her right hand began to deliver another spanking. Kirsten tried to resist as long as she could, but there was nothing she could do. The wedgie was bringing an unavoidable feeling of pleasure to her pussy, and mixed with the feelings of humiliation, Kirsten was unable to stop the inevitable. She tried to whisper for Jenn to stop, but she couldn't make a sound. Suddenly her legs started shaking and she began moaning, before exploding in a massive orgasm a couple of seconds later, as the flashbulbs went off. Kirsten fainted from the pain and humiliation. Jenn pushed her off her knee and onto the ground, leaving her in a puddle of her own cum. She then pulled the thong slowly off Kirsten, finally pulling it over her feet, before handing it over to her prom date. She left with her friends, as the cameras continued to go off on the unconscious Kirsten. Thursday, October 27th 2005 - 12:54:23 PM |
| Name: | forget |
| Subject: | high school wedgie |
| Message: | I was sitting in chemistry class and this girl Elena (not real just concealing her name) is wearing a red thong and it is hanging out her pants like usual. Yet today she was wearing sweat pants Now Elena is 5’11, natural blonde, and one of the sexiest girls in school. She was captain and star of the girl’s tennis team. She won homecoming queen and is vice president of SGA.
I was sitting next to these two girls (Mandy and Jessie) who were mad at Elena because she was always talking to their boyfriends. They were talking about about Elena. When Mandy said "Do you know how she always like showing her thong off. What if we show it to the entire school?" "What do you mean," replied Jessie. "I’m saying give her a wedge till it rips." These girls knew I heard what they'd said and told me not to say a word. So the period end and when they get in the hall around to the staircase they surprise her and start yanking her thong up. It was really exiting to see that bitch get a wedgie by too smaller girls. Elena started pleading for them to stop. Her sweats start sliding down her ass. They laugh and keep pulling till it rips. Elena was in so much pain now. They pushed her and then Mandy and Jessie walked away throwing the thong in the trash. Elena was crying and in so much pain now that she didn't realize that her pants had slid down her ass revealing her nice ass and half of her blond hairy bush. Guys and other girls who hated her kept on pulling her pants down during the day revealing her hairy bush and pussy. Elena didn’t show her thongs or wear sweatpants the rest of the year. Thursday, October 27th 2005 - 07:36:27 AM |
| Name: | Newbie |
| Subject: | black mail |
| Message: | Hello everyone,
I like ur posts, so I decided to share one of my own. This is a true story though. I was 13 at the time, and I was becoming more and more aware of my sexuality. I started to play with myself a lot. I didn't really know what I was doing, all I know was that it felt really good. I never actually climaxed, because I always stopped before I did. However, one day my parents were gone and my brother was out. The house was empty. I went into my room, took off my skirt and panties and started to masturbate (I didn't finger myself, because I didn't know anything about that at the time. I just rubbed my clitoris and any other part that made me feel good). Fully into it, I took my shirt off and got fully naked. Rolling around the bed in pure pleasure I continued until I felt a sensation building, so I started to rub harder and harder. Finally, this immense sensation flooded me as never before. I couldn't control myself. I closed my eyes and rubbed harder as I felt and squeezed my bottom and boobies with my other hand. My bottom bounced up and down on the bed and my body got all tensed up and I made some weird noises. When it was finally over, my finger was wet, and I opened my eyes. I looked at my finger, there was a clear liquid stuff all over it. I then heard a noise at my door. I looked up to see my brother and his friend peeking in my door with their mouths wide open and surprised looks on their faces! Oh my God! I was more startled than embarrassed. Then I couldn’t believe what happened. Instead of running off they came in and sat down on my bed and said, “What are ya doin?” poking fun at me! I scrambled to get some clothes or at least cover up but they wouldn’t let me. Every time I tried to get up they pulled me back onto the bed and would not let me cover up. They held my hands and ankles pinning me down and laughed at me as I squirmed around stark naked and exposed on the bed still all wet down below. They were laughing calling me “dirty” and a “bad girl”. My brother said he was going to tell my Mom & Dad and every one at school too about it. I was so scared and embarrassed. I begged them not to say anything and they said they would not but only if I let them play with me and never tell anyone. I didn’t know what else to do so I let them. They pulled my knees to my chest and spread my legs wide looking at every inch of my most private areas. They touched my boobies and flipped me over on my stomach and played with my bottom too. They made me stick my bottom out and they ordered me to buck up and down like I was when they first caught me masturbating. It was so embarrassing but I was scared and didn’t want anyone to know. They touched me down there but I could tell they were scared to do anything more than that. I asked if I could get my clothes on but they said not yet, and that I had to rub myself like I was when they first caught me. I didn’t want too, but they kept threatening to tell every one if I didn’t so I had to lie there and do it. They said I wasn’t doing it the same and they wanted me to “really” do it like before, so I had to writhe around and touch myself all over while rubbing myself hard. It felt so good I could not help but get all worked up and wet again even with them watching. After like 5 minutes I moaned and shook like before and then finished, breathing hard as they stared in amazement. I asked again if I could get my clothes on and they finally let me. They left my room snickering all the way down the hall and out. I felt so guilty and embarrassed. I prayed to God that they would not break their promise to not tell anyone. Wednesday, October 26th 2005 - 03:31:51 PM |
| Name: | from the web |
| E-mail address: | web@web.com |
| Subject: | 2 from the web |
| Message: | When I was 16 I went camping with a group of classmates, male & female. Far from our camp site, was a large pond we used to swim in. We chose that one because it was far from where people usually camp. I was dared one evening to go swim naked. After much debate I took off my clothes, did a quick 360 for everyone than jumped in to swim around. When I forgot about them they stole my clothes, towel, everything. There was not one possession left on the ground for me. I got out of the water and had to make my way back through the woods stark naked. about halfway back to the campsite I ran across 2 guys hiking. I tried covering myself and jumped behind a bush but they got a good view. I yelled out what happened and that I was still a way off from the campsite and asked if they had something i could put on. they said sure but they took off leaving me standing there stupidly. I felt humiliated. when I got back to my classmates they prevented me from getting in the tents. instead my clothes had put up in a tree. i was forced to climb the tree to get my clothes giving the males a VERY good view of my ass and genitals. I later found out the whole stunt was devised by my school enemy who didn't go on the trip. she paid one of the guys who did to suggest it and make sure it got carried out. little did i know he also took pictures that got posted around school
About 6 months ago there was a small group hanging out at my friends house one might. It was him(Dave), his girlfriend(Emily), me(Mike)and two other girls whose names I don't remember, they were friends of his girlfriend. Anyway after a while we were playing pool and Emily and Dave who are very competitive with each other started arguing over who was the better pool player. So they decided to make a bet one game winner take all. The bet ended up being that we'd all go for a drive 30 minute drive after in Dave's car and the winner would drive wherevr they wanted while the loser had to sit in the passanger seat completely naked. I know nobody wants to hear the details of the game suffice it to say she lost. The drive started at around 11:00 pm with Dave driving and Emily in front as stipulated and the other three of us sitting in the back. BY the way Dave's car is a Nissan Altima I forget what year. The drive started simply enough. Dave just cruised the streets for a few minutes and Emily staretd to get kind of comfortable that is until Dave asked wo was hungry, of course we all said yes because we had an idea about where he was going with this. So Emily starts screaming at him not to but he pulls into jack in the box and we order some food. As we pull up to the window Emily is croching in the seat trying to cover up but her friend sitting behind her would have none of it and grabbed her by the armspuuling her up starigh with her arms behind the seat so that everything was on show. The guys at he window almost dropped the food as he gave it to Dave, who took his time chekcing to make sure all the food was there so the guy could get a good look at Emily. As we left the drive thru Dave notices oops his car needs some gas, so we pull up to the the gas station whih is well lit and not very big and Dave jokingly hands Emily the money and asks her to pay for the gas. She just glared at him and he went and paid while she tried to hide her body as much as she could. Nobody came to the station while we were there lucky for Emily and the 30 min. was about up. However Dave decided to extend the drive a little while and when Emily comlplained he said she was free to get out of the car if she wanted. SO we drove around for another half hour, it wasn't as eventful as the first half hour but a few people honked at Emily and a couple pedestrians took a long time crossing the street in front of us. By the time we got home Emily was cold and wanted to get dressed, which Dave didn't e;t her do until after we ate. Anyway that's the story I hope you enjoy it and I have a few more about dave and emily as well as others. I look forward to posting some of them. Monday, October 24th 2005 - 06:11:01 AM |
| Name: | foundontheweb |
| Subject: | Tracey's School Trip |
| Message: | TRACEY'S SCHOOL TRIP
By Katie Smith "Come along, keep up." Tracey said to the straggling group of kids behind her as they approached the main door of the plant reception area. To be honest Tracey was almost as unenthused about this trip as the pupils she was taking on it. She had been drafted in as a last minute replacement for Mr Jones, the teacher who was originally going to take his group of six students, all 18-year-old seniors, on a tour of the chemical plant. She had stupidly told the headmaster that she wasn't doing anything that Saturday and the next thing she new she was in charge of a group of unruly kids, three boys and three girls, none of whom she new very well! The chemical plant was a huge place and once they'd all been signed in as visitors at the reception area they had been met by a Mr Phillips. He wore a white coast and glasses and looked no older than Tracey, and she was only twenty-four! He was pleasant enough though, Tracey thought, and he led them along a large corridor as he explained he was going to start the tour in the processing plant area. The door at the end of the corridor opened up into the largest indoor area Tracey had ever seen, the place was massive. "I've been in smaller cathedrals than this!" she thought to herself. Although the area was full of steaming machines and machinery there were surprisingly few people about. Mr Phillips led them up to the nearest machine and started talking to the group about what processes went on inside, none of which made much sense to Tracey, she was an English teacher not a chemistry teacher and she soon found herself daydreaming! In fact she daydreamed her way through most of the tour as they went from machine to machine, process to process and she got the overall impression that the kids were not finding the tour riveting either! After an hour or so they stopped near a vending machine for a cup of coffee, or in the kids case a can of coke! Mr Phillips was asking the group for any questions on what they had seen so far and to Tracey's embarrassment none of the kids asked anything, looking at the ground hoping he wouldn't catch their eye instead until finally he said in exasperation, "Okay lets go on to the next part of the tour, I'm going to issue you all with lab coats and safety goggles for this part as we will be walking past dangerous chemicals." The kids at last showed a slight increase interest as they all followed him to a small changing room where the entire group was kitted out with the coats and goggles. There were a few giggles from the kids as they joked about how they looked with the goggles on and then with final instructions from Mr Phillips as to why they should all stick close to him and not touch anything on this part of the tour they set off behind him. In truth Tracey found this part of the tour just as boring as the first part, they were still looking at machines and being told what they were doing, the only difference being they were in a smaller more confined space with danger signs on every wall! She could see that the kids were very soon equally as bored, Jim Kelly was busy squeezing Sarah Jones ass! Tracey could sense that the kids increasing rowdiness were irritating Mr Phillips and then just as Tracey thought she'd better admonish the kids one of the boys turned a stopcock on the wall and a jet of fine spray squirted out and hit Tracey on her arm. She squealed and staggered back and she was aware of Mr Phillips shouting something and the stopcock being turned off. She felt perfectly okay, if a little shaken from the surprise but Mr Phillips suddenly asked her to quickly follow him and she found herself being hurried along a corridor with the group of pupils following quickly behind. They went through a sturdy door and suddenly came to a stop and as Tracey looked around she saw that they were in a brightly lit tiled room, tiles on the floor as well as the walls. It looked like a shower room and wasn't much bigger than one and with the six kids, her and Mr Phillips there wasn't a lot of spare space. Tracey found herself standing in the middle of the room surrounded by the others as Mr Phillips said to her, "I'm sorry about that Miss Smith but hopefully your okay, we will have to follow the company health a safety rules now though." "Health and safety?" Tracey asked. "Yes if a worker gets sprayed like you did back there we have to make sure they are not contaminated at all and we bring them here to be washed down and checked out." Oh god Tracey thought not liking the sound of that but before she could say anything he said, "Can you remove your clothing and we'll get started." A few of the girls giggled as Tracey looked at him in shock. "I'm not taking my clothes off!" she exclaimed. "I'm afraid you'll have to, when you signed in at reception you signed to agree to obey all health and safety rules and regulation and this is one of the regulations I'm afraid." "Yes but I'm perfectly okay." "You may think you are but you might not be and if you come down ill as soon as you leave the plant it's my neck on the chopping block if I haven't followed all the rules." He said to her with a hint of severity coming into his voice. She looked at him but he showed no signs of backing down. "Okay but surely not here in front of my pupils." She pleaded. "I'm afraid so," he said and was that a hint of a smile on his face as he said, " I can't leave them by themselves because as you now know we can't trust them to behave themselves so they will have to stay here under my supervision the whole time." "But this is crazy," Tracey whined, " I'm their teacher." "Well if you'd kept better control of them this wouldn't of happened, now get those clothes off, it won't take long to sort you out." Tracey felt suddenly very embarrassed and helpless, the six pupils were taking this all in and were staring at her smiling and obviously excited about what they might see. To her further embarrassment Mr Phillips then gave her ass a hard smack and snapped at her, "Come on missy I haven't got all day get naked." To her dismay Tracey knew she had no choice and so she started to unbutton her blouse knowing that every eye was on her. As she took it off and looked for somewhere to place it Mr Phillips said, "Throw it down the chute there." He said pointing to a open chute set into the wall. Tracey did as she was told and saw her blouse slide down the chute to God knows where but Tracey knew she wouldn't get it back from there! "Nice boobs Miss." Jim Kelly laughed and a few of the other kids sniggered and giggled with him, especially the girls. Trying her best to ignore them and also desperate not to cry she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it before placing it in the chute where it promptly disappeared. She was now standing in front of the gawking group dressed in only her matching half-cup bra and skimpy panties. There were a few whistles and laughs from the pupils and she deliberately avoided looking at them. "Bra and panties down the chute to please." She heard Mr Phillips say sternly and really fighting hard to stop the tears from coming she reached behind and unclipped her bra and trying to keep her arms covering her large breasts she threw the bra down the chute. Finally she gave in and started quietly crying as she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them and then threw them down the chute. She was now completely naked in front of a group of her pupils, something she'd never thought would be possible. To make matters even worse Mr Phillips instructed her to put her hands on her head and stand with her feet apart facing the group. Tracey did as she was told giving them all the best possible view of her naked body. "God I wish they had teachers like that when I was at school." She heard Mr Phillips laugh, dropping his professional manner for the first time. "Not a bad piece of pussy is she." Jim laughed and once again the group followed his lead and laughed and giggled at her displayed nakedness. "Can we get on with it please."? Tracey cried. "Oops sorry," Mr Phillips laughed, "just admiring the view that's all." She saw him move to the back of the group and out of sight for a few seconds during which time Tracey felt even more exposed standing there in front of her pupils but she didn't feel any easier when he reappeared holding what looked like a high pressure hose, which was exactly what it turned out to be. "Right then young lady, just step back against the wall and we'll hose you down." The group parted slightly to let her step back a few paces till she felt the cold tiled wall against her back and Mr Phillips stepped up in front of her about ten feet away. "Right this is a high pressure hose, so it will sting a bit, there's also some disinfectant in there as well so you'll smell for quite a while afterwards but that can't be helped. Tracey steadied herself against the wall dropping her hands from her head but even then the jet of water almost knocked her off her feet when he turned the hose onto her. The jet was only about a foot in diameter and where ever he sprayed it on her it felt to Tracey like she'd just been punched. He was right about the smell as well, it was awful! Through the noise of the water being pumped at her she could hear the kids laughing as they watched their teacher being pummelled by the high-powered jet and then to her horror she saw Mr Phillips hand the hose to a smiling Jim and he started to spray her. Whereas the older man had been spraying her all over Jim concentrated on directing the jet onto her breasts and between her legs and every time he scored a direct hit there was a peal of laughter from the other kids. The whole experience was bad enough but now Jim was making it into a sexual humiliation it was even worse. She couldn't stop it though as every time she tried to step away from the wall the jet of water would push her back. Over the next twenty minutes the hose was passed to each of her pupils and they all enjoyed aiming at her most sensitive parts, which by the time the water was finally turned off were considerably more sensitive, even the girls thought it was funny to aim the jet straight at her pussy. Tracey couldn't stop herself slipping down the wall in relief and she ended up in a naked crumpled heap on the floor with the group of pupils crowding in on her for a better view, and all she could do was lay there completely exposed and let them look. "That should about do it." She heard Mr Phillips laugh as he prodded her thigh with the toe of his shoe, "you should be all squeaky clean now". Finally after what seemed like ages but was probably only three or four minutes of humiliation Tracey got her breath back enough to sit up straight and say, "What about my clothes?" "Oh they've gone I'm afraid, that chute leads straight down to the boiler, your clothes are helping to heat this place now." There were a few giggles from the kids. Tracey couldn't believe it, that outfit had cost her ?200.00! "But how do I get home, I'm naked." Tracey squealed. "Yes we call all see that." Mr Phillips laughed, " I guess we'll have to take you to the reception area and you can call someone up to come and get you." She suddenly felt hands on her arms pulling her upright and she was being led to the door. She didn't even attempt to cover herself as she was walked back down the long corridor to the reception. It felt totally surreal walking down here completely naked surrounded by her grinning pupils, some of whom were giving her bottom an occasional slap to hurry her up. The only saving grace was the fact that nobody else saw her on the way to reception and there was only an elderly lady on duty at the main desk. As she was sat down on a couch Jim stood over her looking down and smiling he said, "Don't worry miss, I'll just ring the headmaster and tell him to bring some clothes down for you." "No not him please." Tracey squealed not wishing her boss to see her naked. Sunday, October 23rd 2005 - 02:44:04 PM |
| Name: | LBS |
| Subject: | Parents just don't understand. |
| Message: | Firstly -- Hey Surfer, though implausible, your story was so well written that I was well into it before thinking "wait a minute..." Some people could learn a lesson from you about paragraphs and punctuation, to say nothing of an incremental approach to events. In hindsight, instead of being 18 and busty, had the girl been 15-16 and small for her age, she'd be less ogle-worthy but you might increase the plausibility of the mom treating her like a little kid. It's a toss-up. That being said...
======== Secondly -- Apparently parents sometimes do have this uncanny ability not to acknowledge their kids' modesty. I think it's particularly true for the first born, or at least it was in my family. I very clearly remember being 12, maybe 13 and being at a theme park with extended family (parents, grandparents, aunts & uncles, cousins, brother, sister). We'd just done what was called the "last water ride for the day" and adult logic being what it is, it was imperative that us kids not wear wet bathing suits one minute longer than necessary lest we catch pneumonia, whooping cough, cirrhosis of the liver, and God knows what else. As it happens, none of the adults decided to get wet that day (I think it was around September so that probably had something to do with it.) I'm the oldest of the non-adults, but the next youngest (my cousin) had been sick and didn't get wet at all either. So I had to change and so did the kids considerably younger than me. Still no big deal, but apparently, for reasons I still don't understand, there were no change rooms or restrooms within acceptable distance. And long story short, since it didn't bother my younger siblings, they all expected me to change into dry clothes out in public, with maybe one small (wet) towel for cover. "Stand behind me, no one will see," my Aunt said. Yeah right! Anyway, they caved and let me wait after their attempts to force me proved difficult. I think it's less that they appreciated my point and more that they realized I wasn't getting naked in public without one hell of a fight! OK, so boring story I know, but hopefully I make up for it in part three. Also, I recognize that expecting a 13yo boy to change in a water park is a lot different from an 18yo girl walking around a Walmart. Still, the point I'm making is that parents can be dense about these things. In my case, they'd been telling me since preschool that I shouldn't be so shy (and were probably right), so I think when my age caught up to my modesty they were slow to acknowledge. ========= Thirdly -- On the theme of parents causing embarrassment, I'm reminded of this story I heard ages ago. It's not mine, and it's not "teen girl pantsing", but the board hasn't been that strict so I hope you'll like it: Occasionally, my Dad and I joke about the "Circumcision Dinner." It was perhaps the worst example of my Mom's chronic misunderstanding of my teenage sensibilities. Now, approaching age 21, I can even laugh if one of my sisters mentions that dreadful night. Not so at the time. It was the evening where my male dignity was truly shattered. Mom enjoyed regaling us with in-depth descriptions of the three times she had given birth. No detail, including where she thought she had been when the conception had occurred, was left out. Naturally, this made my Dad uncomfortable, and on this night he had left the dinner table with a kind of disgusted look on his face. Mom was in full rhapsody about my birth, describing how "Andrew looked so strange, almost like an alien being, amidst all the goo, until they cleaned him off. I had to look closely to really tell that the doctors were correct about his sex. His penis was so very tiny!" I began to blush at the mention of my penis. I was ready to take my plate to the kitchen, too, and join Dad in the livingroom. How I wished later I had done that sooner. I might have been spared the awful invasion of my personal privacy that was imminent. I was 14 at that dinner. Mom went on to describe my circumcision the day after I was born. Neither of my sisters knew what circumcision is, so Mom felt it imperative that they be told to facilitate their sex education. She said, "You can still see the little scar on Andrew's penis." After a long explanation of circumcision, Mom turned to me and said, "Andrew, if you weren't so shy, your sisters could look at your penis and see what I'm talking about." My sisters giggled and I turned red. Mom really wanted me to get up, pull down my pants, and give them a look!? All I said was, "Not a chance." She then looked at me, and with a stern face she said "Andrew, this is important, show them...please honey." I looked at her in disbelief, but it wasn't in my nature to disobey. My fingers were shaking as I slowly reached for the zippered fly in my jeans. With a nod of encouragement from my mom, and as my sisters both leaned over to watch, I slowly, very slowly, began to do what I knew was expected. Under my mother's close supervision, I hesitatingly opened my fly and slid down my pants...the bulge in my underwear covered only by the thinnest of cotton....white and firm, my young balls nestled gently behind the fabric. I could FEEL their eyes burning through the material, and I looked at my mom in desperation, hoping against hope she would not make me continue. But she said "Go on Andrew...they have a need to know these things, and just remember that every 14-year-old boy has a developing penis so there is nothing to be embarrassed about." With glee in their eyes and smiles on their faces, by two sisters watched as I lowered the last protective layer down my legs. I really had no choice in the matter, not with my domineering mother pushing me onward. As I peeled back the cotton, the intensity of their stares cut me through to the core, and my adolescent cock literally sprang to attention, jutting upward from the small mound of brown pubic hair I had recently been able to acquire. My sisters gasped with glee, and I could have DIED. Mom said, "There, there, Andrew, show them your little scar, where they did the circumcision operation." Suddenly, my older sister blurted out "Can I pleaseeeee touch it, Mom?" My younger sister's eyes bugged wide, and she giggled at my expression, which at that moment was one of absolute horror. My faced blushed beet-red and I literally yelled "NO!!!!" as my mom answered, "Of course dear, Andrew knows you're curious and you know what they say, 'curiosity killed the cat!'" Then she looked right into my eyes, and said "Now Andrew, move your hands away and let your sisters look at your scar. How else are they going to learn about these things?" With pleading eyes, I looked to my Mom, begging her, but the expression of resolve on her face was unmistakable, and so slowly, with my hands literally trembling, I moved them away. With a gasp, I watched as my two sisters began to closely inspect my budding manhood, which at that very moment was jutting up toward the ceiling, literally bobbing with each beat of my own teenage heart. When my eldest sister, two years my junior, took it in her hands, feeling it, examining it, my faced flushed crimson and tears began to trickle down my face. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life, my raging hard on humiliating me more and more with each second that passed, its big bulging head literally shining in the light, as both my sisters now traced the scar below that had unmasked it so very long ago.... I tried to brush away the tears that were streaming down my face, further betraying and enhancing my humiliation. My older sister looked up and noticed how upset I had become. She exclaimed, "Look, we're making Andrew cry." Mom was certainly not worried about the fact that I was now crying. She just commented, "Girls, your brother just cries more easily than most boys his age. There is nothing to worry about." It was true, I had trouble holding back tears when most boys my age could. Just last week, I had burst into tears while changing in the lockerroom, after a swim meet. My teammates were amazed that I would stand there naked at my locker, crying over a lost match. Some girls had later been told of my unexpected display of emotion, and I endured a lot of teasing because of it. I stood there sobbing and watched them looking at my manhood, their fingers tracing around the head. Before too long, I simply reached a point where I could take it no longer. Suddenly, a feeling that I cannot describe came over me, and instantly I stood up, pushing my sisters' hands out of the way, as I desperately clawed at my pants to try and close them. I thought to myself, "Oh, I'm going to cum in front of my Mom and sisters. I can't let myself do that." Even in my desperation to stop it, that the feeling was surging forward and onward, and I just had no control over my sexual excitement. My mother started to speak, "Andrew, now young man you need to let your....." but before she could finish my penis suddenly erupted, and a line of almost clear semen erupted from its tip with a violence and an intensity that pushed it almost a foot into the air. I yelled, "Oh Shiiiiit", then immediately my face turned crimson from what I had said and what I was doing. As I grabbed and tried to cover the end of my penis I ejaculated another rope of liquid, and then another, these hitting my hand and literally running down into my jeans. Both of my sisters burst into laughter, and my mother, for the first and only time in her entire life, sat speechless. Her eyes were wide open in amazement, as I jumped up from the table, my manhood literally dripping with the fluids that my adolescent body had so explosively produced. I gave up any thought of trying to button my pants and just jerked them up and left the room as fast as my feet could move, my hard penis bulging sideways and literally filling the front of my stained pants, which were only partially closed. I thought I was going to die. Even then, I could hear my mother saying, "Now, girls, you certainly got a good demonstration of how men react sexually." I lay on my bed face down, my penis still not properly tucked back in to my still-opened jeans. I cried tears of despair and mortification. I felt like my most intimate personal secrets had been exposed to my laughing sisters, who delighted in this turn of events. Neither had seen me naked in several years, and they marveled in their good fortune. Already, my eldest sister was on the telephone, telling her best friend what had just transpired. Now a new dread filled my jumbled mind. How many girls would be told about my intimate exposure, my shame as I involuntarily ejaculated in front of them, and be given a detailed description of my male anatomy? Eventually, my crying subsided, and I realized I had to use the bathroom. In the hallway, I could hear the voices of my parents, arguing in their bedroom. Dad was saying, "What a stupid thing to make him do; this could cause him some real psychological damage." Mom was defending her actions, responding, "I was just trying to make sexual development less mysterious to the girls. I felt it would give them an advantage when they eventually date, to know exactly what boys have and how it functions." "I'll have to go talk to Andrew, I am sure he is just so very embarrassed," Dad said. "I know I would have been at that age. My sisters only saw me naked once, and that was by accident at our summer cottage. It was only for a moment as I emerged from the outdoor shower, but I still recall them gaping at my privates, until I grabbed a towel and covered myself." "I just do not understand why boys and men make such major issue of this," Mom answered. "I mean, every male has a penis, why all the secrecy and embarrassment? It's just a natural part of the male body, like an arm or leg." In exasperation, Dad said, "Believe me, especially to a boy in his teens, it's VERY different. The penis is very difficult to control at that age, and boys are very self-conscious about things like erections, even while fully dressed." Their argument droned on, each failing to convince the other. I realized then that Mom just didn't get it and had not meant to cause me any emotional upset. My shame was very real, but I had to accept what had transpired and ignore any repercussions from my sisters or their friends. Later that night, after I had showered, I was sitting at my bedroom desk, finishing my homework. I was wearing only my white briefs and I had left the door partially open. After what had just transpired, having my family possibly see me in my underpants just didn't seem to worry me the way it usually did. My parents entered my room, and I turned towards them, remaining in my chair. Dad began to awkwardly try to reassure me that nothing really awful had happened. As usual, Dad became tongue tied when he tried to talk about sex. Mom took over and said, "Andrew, you shouldn't be so self-conscious about your sexual development. Goodness knows, I've done my best to assure you that I know you masturbate each day, and that it's perfectly normal. You should not feel so ashamed that your sisters saw your penis and, you know, the rest, tonight. After all, we are just family." What could I say? I nodded and wished they would just leave the room. My Mom prides herself on being open about sex. As she droned on about the normality of teenage male masturbation, I just wished she wasn't quite so open about my particular development. Oh well, at least I didn't have to worry about staining the bedsheets. My friends all dreaded leaving any "evidence." That was not a concern I had, at least. Especially after tonight's lurid display of my sexual abilities. There was little left for anyone in our house to discover in that regard. Saturday, October 22nd 2005 - 02:09:26 AM |
| Name: | from the W W W |
| Subject: | My Barney Nightmare |
| Message: | I used to have a Barney the dinosaur obsession when I was younger. Just mentioning that to give you a little background how this all came to be.
This incident happened about a year ago when I was 14 though. One morning I was getting dressed for school and running late. I couldn’t find any descent underwear so I grabbed this old pair of Barney underwear still buried in one of my drawers, and they ended up barely still fitting me so in desperation I wore them. Anyway I went to school and my first class was supposed to be Art but instead, the principal called an assembly. We were asked to stand and do the pledge and then sit down. Little did I know that my underwear was showing and that Barney was visible on the back. Three nerdy Chinese kids in my class who always act like I am their friend because I am popular, but I really I can’t stand, saw this. In order to break away from their nerdy reputation at school they decided they'd plan a little surprise for the entire school at the end of the day I guess to make a name for themselves. Throughout the day there was constant whisper about something and people passing notes to meet outside on the football field. At 3pm sharp, the final bell sounded and dozens of curious kids piled out onto the football field to see what was going on. Outside one of the Chinese kids announcing to the crowd of kids gathered that they were going to prove that a very popular and “stuck-up” girl in our grade had a secret Barney obsession. Meanwhile inside, the other two Chinese kids were tying me to a chair after abducting me in the hallway. I fought struggling to break free with them kicking me every time I squirmed too much. Realizing there was no way I could get free of them I finally gave in and let them finish tying me up. Then the two of them carried me in the chair out to the football field where students had gathered around sitting in the bleachers. I had a bad feeling about what was going on, but being tied up, there was nothing I could do. They set the chair in the center of the field. They began untying me and I thought I was going to be let go, but I was wrong. As soon as I was untied one of them grabbed me and twisted my arm. He got right in my face and said, “Don't move you stuck up little bitch!” Kids around laughed seeing a “nerd” act this way. Just then two of their friend’s jumped in to help. I was pushed down to the ground so I was laying on my back. One of the Chinese guys grabbed me by my wrists and another by my ankles and together they lifted me up. The third one began by unbuttoning my blouse, and another began taking off my shoes and socks. I struggled to get loses as they undid my pants and tugged them down off my legs. The crowd squealed seeing my silly worn out little girl Barney panties. As if this wasn’t bad enough then my bra was undone and pulled off of me, leaving me topless and wearing nothing but the Barney underwear. Stripped near naked the two then capped it off by tying me back in the chair, with my legs tied to the legs of the chair and the my hands tied behind the back of the chair. Everyone was laughing and snapping pictures with their camera phones. One of them said, “Look at little Miss Popular now!!” as I heard cheers and saw hi-fives being given to the nerds from some of the kids in the crowd. Then another one of them got a great idea. “Hey, he said, let's take her and tie her to the goal posts!”, which were right near the main road. Seeing how much more upset I got from hearing that they did just that! Humiliated and wishing for death I was lifted up and paraded around the field to the goal posts. I was untied and dragged to the post and retied again there. In all the struggling I managed to get one leg free long enough to kick one of the kids in the shin but good. Once my hands were tied he walked up still flinching in pain and said, “Y-you sh-should have never done that you bitch!” Grabbing me around the waist and he got his hands on the elastic waist band of my panties as I wiggled around trying to get free. He turned to the crowd and said in his best dork voice, “W-Who w-wants to see her b-bush?!?” The crowd of kids roared in approval and with that he grabbed the waist band of my panties and ripped them down literally tearing them to shreds exposing every inch of me to everyone who could see. It wasn’t hard to do being that they were so old and tattered to begin with. With my hands tied to the pole I screamed in sheer humiliation stark naked and unable to run away or even cover myself. I tried to crouch down but they had tied my hands up high enough so I could not. Everyone was staring and laughing ogling at every inch of me up close and personal. It was the worst torture imaginable! They left me there stark naked and crying for what seemed like forever. Cars driving by were beeping and probably had a great view of the whole ordeal too. I was totally humiliated and was never allowed to live it down for the rest of my school days. I still cringe to this day when it is bought up. Tuesday, October 18th 2005 - 04:57:25 PM |
| Name: | Tasha |
| Subject: | "Bad Boys" |
| Message: | This June I was taking the summer off before my final semester this fall. I went to a lake to go swim and hang out with my best friend Cindy. We saw this guy we knew and he works with troubled boys and brought a bunch of them to the lake. Cindy thought it would be funny to swim behind him and yank down his trunks. She swam back over to me and we were laughing about it. Next thing I know she takes off in a panic toward the sand. I turn around and see a bunch of the boys coming after us. I started swimming as fast as I could because Cindy was wearing a one piece while I was wearing a string bikini and I knew I'd be and easier target for revenge. Boy was I right. Just as I got out the water and thought I was scott free, I felt my bottoms get grabbed. Not only did the boy hold me back; he began pulling them down exposing my butt. While I was fighting to keep them up the other boys gathered around. Suddenly I felt my top coming loose. When I held it with one hand I felt another boy pull the strings to my bottoms. When I slapped away his hand my top got snatched off. I covered my boobs with my hands which allowed them to pull my bottoms completely off. I couldn't believe it. In a matter of 15 seconds, I was stripped completely naked by a bunch of high school aged boys. But the humiliation wasn't over yet. Cowering there stark naked the boys began taunting me trying to pull my hands away exposing me. My bikini was no where to be found and I wasn’t about to start demanding to get it back so I ran off in a panic. I had to run about 100 yards right in front of a whole crowd of people with a wild pack of boys in chase to my clothes and towel. They caught up quick and snatched my shorts and shirt away before I could do much to stop them. I was fighting them off completely naked! Luckily a LifeGuard came charging over screaming at them to quit it. They all ran off in different directions with my clothes and bikini laughing hysterically. I was left with only my towel to cover up with. Shortly after, the lifeguards had them all kicked off the lake property and I got some of my clothes back (my shorts and bikini top only). At least they were kicked out I thought, but the worst wasn’t over yet.
Later in the parking lot when me and Cindy were leaving this black van came roaring up and out jumped some of the same boys again. They were mad and cursed us out, blaming me for them getting kicked out of the lake. One of them held Cindy and I was grabbed and dragged into the back of the van. Again there were hands all over me pulling my clothes off. My hands and legs were held, while the others pulled my top off, and yanked my shorts down my hips and off, again leaving me stripped completely naked. Held down naked and squirming they had their fun slapping and grabbing my tits, ass, and crotch having their way with me. My butt was groped and pulled apart and I felt fingers go inside me, and even a finger get shoved up my ass as I heard one of them yell, “OH YEAH STICK IT RIGHT IN HER ASS!!!”. Next thing I know 2 very large and angry cops are yelling and roughly yanking everybody out of the van and throwing them on the ground. Cindy was screaming and pointing and more and more people started gathering around to see what all the commotion was all about. I guess the cops had been called after the first incident with the kids and where already there thankfully. Sobbing in humiliation I scrambled to get my clothes back on, but not before the cops, and plenty of others saw me naked. To make a long story short the kids were all taken down to the station and charged with sexual assault, among other things. I even saw one of the cops slam one of the smart mouthed kid’s face in the gravel after he mouthed off to them. Small comfort on a very bad day at the lake. When I went back to school I never even brought it up with anyone ever again. Monday, October 17th 2005 - 12:39:53 PM |
| Name: | Ralph |
| E-mail address: | gndodger@aim |
| Subject: | Robbed! |
| Message: | Heres a story of what happened to me
this happened to me when I was about 14 and a half my parents went for a weekend trip they trusted me with the house I was left home alone we had a nice house and a lot of valuable things in it. they had just left I was in my room and I looked out my window to watch there car drive away I went back to reading my magazine I looked at the clock 9:30 I read my magazine some more I fell asleep when I woke up it was 10:25 I heard foot steps down stairs "are they home already" I though I went down stairs to the lounge room and saw 3 young women with handguns one was a brunette with long hair and a purple sweater and jeans the other was a blonde with short hair and t shirt and black pants the 3rd was a redhead with similar cloths to the others of them saw me and said "well look what we have here" I was frozen scared stiff they all stared at me I wanted to yell but all that came out was "what are you doing in my parents house" they walked towards me with there guns pointed at me "we're here to Robb the place" said the redhead "and if you be a good boy and cooperate you wont get hurt" said the blonde I nodded the blonde took me by the arm and threw me on the couch "sit there and don’t move" she said pointing her gun at me she turned to the others "you 2 look around for any thing worth wild ill stay and keep an I on him" the brunette and the redhead left I was left with the blonde I couldn’t help be afraid this was the first time id ever been threatened the blonde looked at me "what’s your name honey" I stuttered at first "mark" a said "well mark looks like you should have gone with your folks because it wont be any fun with us around" she said "why are you here I asked "were here for the goods baby don’t worry well leave as soon as were done" I was fool enough to believe her I sat down for quite a while waiting for them to leave I then heard the blondes cell phone ring she answered she didn’t seem to happy "fuck Stacy said she had car trouble she wont be here till 5 hours" I didn’t know if this was good or bad "are you kidding what are we gonna do" asked the redhead "well just have to stick around here till she comes" said the brunette "well baby looks like we're gonna be here for a little while longer" said the blond I didn’t want them to stay I wanted them to leave and never come back i tried to get rid of them by saying "you shouldn’t stick around long my parents will be back in a few minutes" I lied the blonde smiled at me "baby we’ve been watching this house for weeks now and we know for a fact that your folks are gone for the weekend" the brunette looked at the redhead "well if were stuck here we might as well make the best of it lets order Chinese" the redhead agreed "yeah im getting hungry lets order something" the blonde protested "we just came to rob the place and now you want to have dinner hear its not like were staying here" the brunette smiled "why don’t we I mean his parents aren’t going to be back till the end of the weekend we should stay here and have a blast" the though of being held hostage by these girls for 2 straight days made me even more scared they argued a bit with the brunette until she agreed "ok were staying here" I wasn’t gonna let them do this "hey you cant just invite your selves here and think that im gonna just let you...." but before i could say another word the blond clamped her hand over my mouth "well put a gag on you honey if you don’t shut up" then she took her hand away and stared at me "ok baby for the next few days were gonna be your family" she pointed to the brunette and the redhead "they’re gonna be your big sisters and im gonna be your big mama now if your a good boy we wont make it bad for you but if your bad well make your life a living hell now if you make a fuss well tie you up if your noisy well gag you and if you try to get away well shoot you "I felt like punching her in the face but id probably get into trouble they took off there shoes and socks and made them selves at home I had to find some way to get rid of them "you wont get away with this" I told them I was so naive to think they’d listen to me the blond turned to the brunette and the redhead "remind me to put a gag on him later" they all sat down and started to watch TV I didn’t want to watch with them I wanted them to leave and never come back "I’m board" said the blonde "lets do something fun" they all looked at me they were not gonna touch me the brunette pointed her gun in my face "your gonna entertain us for a little while" she said they told me to stand up and to strip I took off my shirt "no" said the redhead "strip like a male stripper" I was so scared I didn’t know how to dance I tried my best I tried to imitate what I saw once in a movie I stripped down till I was naked when I finally took my pants off they all cheered they made me sick they finally told me to stop and to leave my cloths off I sat back down on the couch naked they were eyeing my naked posture I looked at the clock 11:45 almost midnight no one would be awake I wouldn’t be able to alert any one the brunette looked at the clock "its getting late we should probably put you to bed now" she said then I got an idea” listen girls I need to go to the toilet to pee" I said they looked at me for a second and then they let me go to the toilet I figured if I could get out through the window id be able to get away they slammed the door shut "be quick" said the redhead I wasted no time in opening the window but it was to small for me to get through they came in and dragged me back into the lounge room "that was a very naughty thing to do mark" said the blonde "and now were sending you to bed with out your supper" they took me upstairs to my room and they threw me on to the bed "you two go find something we can tie him up with" said the blonde the redhead and the brunette left and then came back with some of my fathers ties and my mothers head scarves "will this do" asked the redhead the blonde nodded and told me to lie on my stomach I was not about to give in to them "listen I already told you that my parents would be back any moment so why don’t you just leave and never come ba....." but before I could say another word the Blonde took one of the my mothers scarves from the Redhead and shoved it in my mouth. "You've got a big mouth Mark maybe you should give it a rest for tonight" she forced me onto my stomach and pressed my face down against the mattress I felt the brunette and the redhead tie my hands and legs spread out to the bed by the time they were down I had been tied down to the bed eagle eyed on my stomach "and one more thing" said the blonde she took another scarf folded it waved it in front of me and then tied it around my mouth to keep me from spitting out the other scarf that was in my mouth she did a double knot and then got up and looked at me they all giggled "were gonna have a lot of fun with you" said the redhead "well now that he’s tucked in lets go down stairs and have a drink" said the brunette "no wait" said the blonde "he’s a very naughty boy for trying to get away he must be punished........lets give him a spanking" I was ready to scream they had no right to do this to me a struggled and struggled until my wrists started to hurt "baby isn’t being well behaved" said the blonde I felt her smacking her hand on my ass "oh yeah" she said the others giggled as I was being spanked "yeah baby this is hot" finally she stopped the redhead said "alright lets have dinner now" "alright" the brunette replied the blonde leaned down over me and gave me a kiss on the cheek "good night honey" she said than she pinched my cheek "sleep tight don’t let the bed bugs bight" and then they left they slammed the door and left me alone in the dark naked bound and gagged helpless I wanted to cry but I wasn’t sad I was frustrated who did they think they were doing this to me I stayed there all night I heard noises down stares giggles laughs I hated them I would never forgive them for this. I heard the door open it was the redhead she had I bowl of Chinese fried rice in her hand "hey baby I brought you something to eat you comfortable" she had to be kidding of course I wasn’t comfortable she took a spoon full of the rice and waved it in my face "Id like to give this to you but you’d probably scream for help the minute i take that scarf out of your mouth she took the spoon and ate the rice she gloated "mmmm this is wonderful mmm this is great I bet you’d like some.....trouble is you cant eat with a gag in your mouth" she didn’t give me any thing she just sat there and gloated I was ready to kill her she finally took my gag off and shoved a spoon full of the rice in my mouth i swallowed it "was that nice" she said I was ready to kill her so i spat in her face "you bitch" I said angrily she wiped my saliva off her face and shoved the scarf back in my mouth "if you do that again ill make sure that that gag stays on for the rest of the weekend" she tied the scarf around my mouth and then left I hated this being attacked by these physco bitches being tied up and spanked I was ready to blow up I was so vivid I could of killed them I eventually dosed off when I woke up it was morning the sun was shining through my window the blonde came in "rise and shine baby" she said "did you have a pleasant night” by then all my urge to kill her had gone I was to tired to wanna move and to tiered to moan through my gag she started to untie me from the bed "come down stairs and have some breakfast" she said I felt the urge to run but she had her gun with her I was still lying on my stomach she had untied my wrists and ankles but left my gag on she forced my hands behind my back and tied them together with my fathers ties she told me to get up I got up she dragged me out of the room by my arm and took me down stairs into the dinning room where the redhead and the brunette were sitting eating cereal all the blinds to the windows were shut so no one out side could see us the blonde sat me down in a chair and then took out a roll of duct tape and tied me to the chair "so baby you decided to have breakfast" said the redhead "you want some of this" she took a spoonful of her cereal and pointed it at me she knew I couldn’t eat any thing with the gag on so what was she trying to do she spilt it on my leg "oh im sorry let me clean that up for you" she leaned down and licked the cereal off my leg next thing i knew she was licking my penis I struggled but the blonde and the brunette held me while the redhead sucked my cock I struggled and struggled until she finally stopped the blonde looked at me "if you think that was fun wait till you see what we’ve got planned for you next they untied me from the chair and took be down stairs to the basement they opened the door and forced me inside they forced me on to the floor on my stomach i then felt my ankles being tied together and my tied wrists being tied together with my tied ankles it felt a lot like a hogtie I later found out that it was they then waved a black cloth in my face and then blind folded me with it I couldn’t see any thing it was very hard to breath with the gag on "have fun baby where going out to get some stuff and that’s when the party’s really gonna get exciting" this was all a big joke to these girls they then left and locked me in the basement leaving me all alone bound gagged and naked I felt so violated I could of died in there but the thought of freedom kept me alive ill finish writing later Sunday, October 16th 2005 - 11:59:48 AM |
| Name: | surfer |
| Subject: | Stripped at a Wal Mart |
| Message: | As told by Kristen, our helpless victim.
Before I actually begin with my humiliating ordeal, I'll give you all a little description about myself so that you can visualize the situation better. At the time of the incident, I was 18 years old. I was around 5'3'' and weighed about 130 pounds. I had, and still have, long red hair. As far as looks go, I'm not ashamed to admit that I stood out from virtually every other student in my grade level, not to mention my school, for one reason, and one reason alone. My breasts were enormous. I wore a 36 DD bra size my junior year of high school, later to move to a 38 DD the next year, the year of the incident. Remember, I was only 5'3'' and 130 pounds. As far as the rest of my body goes, well, lets just say that curvy was an apropos word to describe me. Now, because of this, as you can imagine, I was pretty well known (although obviously not for the right reasons) and had many guy friends. However, I also had more than my share of enemies, most of which were female. In the end, I guess my body was the reason why I was forced to go through what I did. It was a bright sunny day in late July. Summer was winding down and it was time to get ready for the up coming school year. Kids across town were being forced to go shopping with their parents for back to school supplies and clothes. Sales were going on all over the city, but there was no better place to find clothes at a bargain then the local Wal Mart. Because of this, most kids were out and about. Back at my house however, I of course was laying around watching TV. My father was at work and my Mom was in her room. At about 1:00 pm my Mother came into the family room and asked me what I was doing inside on a day like this. As if she didn't already know that I disliked the outdoors. I told her that it was too hot outside and turned back to the television. That’s when she told me it was time to go shopping. I argued lazily but decided to go in the end. We would be going to the local Wal Mart, much to my dismay. See, to a lot of older students, Wal Mart was just a bargain store. It certainly wasn't any place to find fashionable clothing. I figured that I would pretend to look around for a little while, and then ask my Mom to take me to a real clothing store. How wrong I turned out to be... When we got to the Wal Mart it was packed. "What a zoo" I thought. After spending what seemed like an eternity trying to find parking, we finally parked and went into the store. As we got in I noticed many students from my school were present, shopping for various things with their parents. Not wanting to waste any time, my Mom quickly dragged me over to the clothing department. We spent about 5 minutes looking around until finally my mom picked out a rather dull looking outfit. We made our way over to the changing rooms and were greeted with a mob of people all attempting to do the same thing I was. I did not however, notice anyone from my school. In fact, there were hardly any kids at all around the rooms. "Thank god" I told myself. Hopefully now I would be able to leave and go to a real store. "I can't believe how crowded it is today" my Mom said in disgust. "Yeah, there's no way I'm waiting in line to try these on" I said. "No, I guess that would take much too long. But you have to buy clothes for school. Come here Kristen" my Mom called. She was in an open space to the right of the changing rooms. I slowly made my way over to her, and as I did she took the clothes from my hand. Holding them up to me she looked as if to see if they would fit me. "I don't know, we really need to try these on" she said. Laying them down on a small end table next to us she told me to take off my flip flops. "Why" I asked in protest. "So we can see if these will fit" she told me. "Um.. What are you talking about? I hope you don't think I’m just going to try on clothes in the middle of the store" I asked in disbelief. "Oh you're not in the middle of the store Kristen. No one can see you, come on. Hurry up so we can get a move on." "Mom", I asked, "Are you insane? I am not trying on anything out here. That's ridiculous! Now I want to go somewhere else!" I was getting a little angry now. "Honestly Kristen it's not that big of a deal. People do it all the time. I swear you're worse than your sister." And with that my Mom came over to me and before I knew it had both of her hands underneath my white t-shirt. "MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" With one quick motion she lifted my shirt up and over my chest, exposing my lacy pink bra. "MOM STOP NOW!!" I didn't want to yell, as that would attract attention to the situation, but I tried sounding forceful and serious. She continued, and I struggled, but to no avail, and she didn't stop until she had it off one of my arms. "Kristen, I told you we have to try on clothes, and you said it yourself, you don't want to wait in line to get into the rooms. Now stop being a baby and let’s get this over with." As soon as she finished with that sentence, she went back to taking off my shirt. As she already had the shirt almost off both my arms, it only took one more tug upward to get the tiny cotton shirt over them. I made a quick grab at my neck to stop my shirt from leaving my body fully, but I was too late. With one last tug she lifted the shirt up and over my head, leaving me topless. I quickly put my hands up to cover my chest. "There, what was so hard about that now?" my Mom asked me. I could not believe I was now standing in the store exposed in my bra for anyone and everyone passing by to see. To this day I can still remember the feeling of that shirt leaving my body. My heart began to beat very fast as I was both nervous, and for some reason, a little excited. I can also remember my Mom's attitude, which for some reason, did not seem to change. It was like me and she did this everyday, like it was perfectly normal. I quickly looked around, and to my surprise no one was yet looking at me. "Now put this on Kristen" my Mother said to me, as she gave me the shirt I was to try on. With a little hesitation, I speedily put on the Wal Mart shirt. "That looks okay I guess" she said as she tugged a little on the material. I was hardly paying attention to her at the moment as I was still in a little shock from being forcefully exposed just a second earlier. I was again looking around just to make sure no classmates had seen me when I felt something at the bottom of my shorts. Once again, before I realized what was happening, it was too late. As I came back to focusing on my clothes, my Mom placed one hand on each leg of my shorts, and pulled. "MOM!!" I screamed, actually yelling that time. I will never forget what happened next. As I screamed, my Mother continued to pull down my shorts. She quickly slid them off my waist, down my thighs, and finally bent down and dropped them to my ankles, all the while why I was frantically trying to make a grab at them to pull them back up. So there I was my shorts at my feet, exposed in my matching pink thong. As if being stripped again by my Mom wasn't bad enough, as you can imagine, when I let out the scream, almost everyone in the vicinity looked my way. I'm not even sure what to call the color that hit my cheeks. I then basically just froze. I honestly had no where to go unless I wanted to go hide in the clothing racks. As I was standing there my mom lifted up one leg at a time and removed the shorts completely. She then lifted one leg at a time again, only this time putting on the matching shorts. I was still in shock and just stood there staring at the people who had looked when I had screamed. It seemed a little odd to me, but now only one or two people were looking in my direction. Even though they were mostly older women, I was still expecting people to be freaked out at me standing there in my underwear, shorts at my feet. At this point my heart slowed down a bit. Could my Mom really be right? Do people try on clothes outside the changing rooms here frequently? It then occurred to me that "people" probably meant little kids, and did not include 18 year old girls. Standing up, my mother exclaimed that she liked the outfit a little. "Its okay I guess, but I'm sure we can find better ones; wait here while I got get something else." She then turned and walked away. At that point I did not know what to do. I remember looking at the changing rooms; they were still as crowded as ever. I then remember looking down at my clothes on the table. A strange feeling came over me. I was a little excited as I thought that two seconds ago I was naked in public. My mom came back with a new outfit, not much better than the first. "Let’s try this now" she exclaimed. I backed away quickly. "Mom, I'm not doing that again, just stop." "Kristen, I'm not going to argue with you, you have to try on clothes. Now get over here." "No, I'll wait in the line if that's how you're going to be" I told her. "No Kristen, I just remembered that I have to be somewhere at 3:30, so we don't have that much time. Now stop arguing and try these on." As she made her way towards me my heart started racing again. "MOM! I'm not doing this again! Stop!!" My Mother had once again dropped the clothes and put her hands on my shirt. She lifted the shirt up a little ways before I had grabbed it and started pulling it down. "Kristen stop now and try these on." "MOM I TOLD YOU NO!" We struggled against each other for a little while. My shirt had risen almost to the bottom of my bra. It was then stuck there for a moment, neither of us budging. Suddenly, my Mom let go and bent down. Thinking that she had given up I breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I was dead wrong. My Mom had bent down and as I let go of my shirt, she grabbed the waist band of my shorts. Before I could even gasp, she had them down around my thighs. With one more quick pull they were down to my feet. I quickly bent over a little to cover the front side of my thong. "MOM I TOLD YOU NO!!" She just stood there and laughed a little. I then bent down and made a grab for the shorts. That was another mistake. As I was bending over to bring up my shorts, my Mom quickly grabbed hold of my shirt from below my back and before I could stand up fully she pulled the shirt over my head. As I stood up, off came the shirt over my hands, leaving my body completely. I was now standing in the Wal Mart in only my bra and panties for all to see, having been stripped by my Mom. I was in twice the shock as I was before. I was again in a state of paralysis. Coming back to reality, I tried to cover my chest with one hand and my panties with the other. I'm sure that just added to the embarrassment. "Now put on this shirt Kristen." I did not move. I turned my head a little to see a few people looking in my direction. My Mother, not wanting to wait, decided to dress me. She put the shirt on my body with a little difficulty, as I was basically just standing there, mouth open and wide eyed. She then took the shorts off my feet and put the new ones on, pulling them up on my hips. "I like this outfit better" she said. Okay, I think we'll keep this one. Let met go put the first one back. She then walked away. Standing there, clothed now, my heart was still racing. I could not believe I was just in my underwear in public. Still thinking, I did not notice a woman next to me. She seemed to be much older, in her 60's perhaps. "Changing rooms are too full huh?" she asked. I said nothing. "Its okay, no one really minds you changing out here, I’m sure." She then continued on shopping. My Mother came back carrying a new outfit. At that point I'm not quite sure what happened. I remember just being in a state of shock kind of. My Mom came up to me and told me to get out of the clothes, but I did nothing. I then remember her saying something about time, then laying down the clothes. The next thing I know is that she is taking off my shirt and shorts. In a matter of seconds I am again in my bra and panties. I didn't even bother trying to cover myself. I just stood there in the middle of the space in my pink bra and thong. She put the new outfit on me and said it looked better than the first but not as good as the second. I looked around now and noticed that I was still only getting a glance here and there. Without hesitation she pulled the shirt off me, and then pulled down the shorts, leaving me in my underwear once again. She then laid the clothes on top of the 2nd outfit, which were on top of my original clothes. "Okay, I think we can try on a couple more outfits. You don't need THAT much for school." She turned and walked back to the rack. Standing there, I was still in that daze. It was only broken by someone else coming up to me, and the sentence that followed. "OMG its Kristen and she’s... naked!" This time, it was not an old lady- it was three girls I recognized from school!!! In fact, there could hardly be anyone worse to see me in a situation like this. These girls were in my grade level and hated me for getting the attention that I got. They spread rumors about me and gave me dirty looks anytime I passed them in the halls. I quickly came too and put my hands up to cover myself, gasping. "Well well, what do we have here?" Sam, the leader of the group made her way over to me. "Changing rooms a little too crowded Kristen? Or do you just like exposing yourself in the middle of Wal Marts?" I could only muster a gasp. At that moment my Mom came back with another new outfit. "Oh hello girls, how are you?" "Good!" they all answered enthusiastically. "Kristen here is just trying on clothes for school." "I see that Mrs. K." Sam exclaimed. With that my Mom came over and began to put the shirt on me. The 3 girls burst out laughing. I started to fight back but my Mom was honestly too strong, and I didn't want to further my humiliation by causing a scene. As soon as she had gotten the shirt and shorts on, she asked the girls what they thought. "I don't know Mrs. K., it looks a little small to me" Sam said. With that she came over and tugged on the shirt. She then put her hands in the waist band of my shorts and pulled them up and down a little. "Nope, guess they fit okay" she said with a sly smile. "Good, that makes 3 outfits so far." My Mom then once again proceeded to strip me of my shirt and shorts. The girls just giggled again. As soon as I was back in my bra and panties, my mom laid the third outfit on the first 2 and began to walk toward the clothing rack. After taking a few steps she turned around and said that her going back and forth between me and the clothes was taking too long, and that I should just come over to where the rack was. Unfortunately for me, the rack was smack dab in the middle of the Women’s Department, and I would be standing in an open space twice as large as the one I was in now. At least the changing rooms where I was currently provided some protection. "Mom I'm not changing over there, and I'm sure as heck not going to walk around in my underwear!!!" I was starting to loose it. It felt like I had no control over the situation, and the arrival of these 3 girls only made matters worse. "I told you I'm not arguing with you Kristen, come over here now." With that my Mom picked up the stack of clothes and walked over to the spot. The three girls started laughing. "Looks like you'll really get to show off now Kristen" teased Sam. She then grabbed my arm and tried to walk me over to my Mom. I let go and tried to slap her across her face. Unfortunately, Sam was into gymnastics and was much more athletic then me. She easily dodged my right hand and hit me once in the stomach. As I was winded, her two friends each took my arms and dragged me over to the rack. As I was being forced over there I noticed more and more people began to look at me. Once there, my Mom, with the help of the girls, put me into another outfit. This time the outfit did not fit, so I was forced to stand there in my underwear for a while until they found the right size. After checking to make sure it fit, Sam's friends took off my top, while Sam slowly pulled down my shorts. I only let them undress me because honestly, I had to. If I had tried to struggle, God only knows what Sam could have done, or what my Mother would have done. Standing in the middle of the department, I now noticed that about a half a dozen people had started to make their way over to where we were. It looked like they were pretending to shop, but I could not help noticing that people were staring. I even saw 2 little boys shopping with their Mother. They would not stop looking at me! Finally my Mom came over and held up another outfit. After checking to make sure it was about the right size, I was again forced to put it on. As Mom was pulling up my shorts, I glanced over at Sam and noticed that she was whispering to her two friends. I kept looking then saw one of the girls leave the other two. "That fits well doesn't it Kristen?" I neither shook my head nor nodded. As my mother was in the process of removing the clothes, Sam came up to her holding something. I could not tell what it was at first, but as soon as she started talking to my Mom, I knew. "Mrs. K., we found these for Kristen. There is a big sale on Women’s lingerie so I thought Kristen could buy some." "Why thank you Sam, that's a great idea!" I was horrified. That little bitch, I thought. But surely my Mother wouldn't make me try on bras and panties here. Surely she wouldn't let her own child be seen completely naked by total strangers. As I took off the shorts, the four of them came over to me. "Kristen, Sam says there is a big sale on Women’s underwear, so I thought we could buy some." "Whatever Mom, I'm done here, let’s leave, now." I then went to get my clothes on. "But we can't buy these without trying them on Kristen" my Mom said. My heart skipped a beat. "Mom, is this a joke? Are you serious?" I could see by the look on her face that she was. I couldn't help it anymore. I began to argue with her rather loudly. "MOM, THIS IS ENOUGH. FIRST YOU STRIP ME AND FORCE ME TO GET CHANGED IN PUBLIC, AND THEN YOU BRING ME OVER HERE AND CONTINUE TO HUMILIATE ME IN FRONT OF MY CLASSMATES. I AM NOT GOING TO TRY ON ANOTHER THING. I AM LEAVING, NOW!!" As I finished yelling, not only did I notice more people coming over to us, but I saw a weird expression on my Mom's face. She was smiling slightly. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a hand on the back of my bra strap. My eyes widened and I let out a cry as I felt Sam unhook my bra. I turned around to face her, as my bra began to fall. I tried to hold it up, but as before, I was too slow. Sam grabbed both cups at the bottom with her hands and pulled. My bra flew off my chest, sending me backwards a couple of feet. Immediately I put my hands on my chest to cover myself. The first thing I noticed was my bra in Sam’s hand. I then saw her two friends laughing and a small crowd of people gathered, some in a little awe, others just starring. So there I was in only my small pink thong, topless holding my chest so people could not see my 38 DD size breasts. "Now try this on Kristen" my Mom said, presenting me with a plane white bra. I could not believe she was serious. Did she not see all these people standing here, just waiting to see me naked?! I refused to take the bra from my Mom. I just stood there in shock, still holding my breasts. "Kristen, today please" my Mom said. "Mom, look at all these people!" I tried whispering to her. I was really beginning to get scared. I had never been seen naked before by anyone, much less a large group of people. "They're just shopping Kristen. Now come on, I’m losing my patience." And with that she moved towards me. She then tried to give me the bra one more time, holding it out for me. When I did not take it, she held it in one hand, and with the other she tried prying my hands away from me. "MOM, STOP!!" I yelled. "Girls, can you please help Kristen put this on?" "Sure Mrs. K!" Sam said enthusiastically. As she made her way over to me, I continued to hold my chest. "Now Kristen, don't make your Mommy angry!" Sam said with a smirk. She then grabbed my arms with both hands as my Mom moved around to the back of us. "Get off me you little bitch!" I yelled. We struggled for a little bit but Sam was just too strong. She grabbed hold of my arms and yanked them off my chest. Hands over our heads, my breasts were now on full display for all to see. I was mortified. My Mother quickly put the bra on me and clasped the strap at the back. She stood back, and in a moments time it was obvious what Sam and her friends had done. They had purposely brought over a bra that was way, way too big. As soon as my mom let go, the bra basically just fell off my chest. "Looks like it's a little too big" my Mom said. I then moved a little bit and the bra fell completely off of me, much to the delight of Sam and, as I noticed, a lot of people around me. "One second, I'll go get the right size" said Sam. "You're about a what, 38 DD Kristen?" She asked, making sure to say "38 DD" very loudly. She then bent down and picked up the bra. So there I was once again, now standing topless in only my thong, my enormous boobs on display for everyone. I was in so much shock again I didn't even make a move to cover myself. I just stood there staring into the crowd of people. I now saw more boys in the group, although they all appeared to be younger. That did not stop them however, from staring; mouth's opened at my body. Sam came back quickly with not only a new bra, but with matching panties too! She gave the bra to my Mom, who promptly put it on me. "That fits a little better" she said. Sam then told my Mom that she had brought over matching panties. "Okay, let's see how those fit." Sam walked over to me and put two hands in the waistband of my thong. That's when I snapped out of the shock and looked at Sam. She had a smile on her face. I then felt her hands move, and I quickly grabbed my panties. She tried pulling them down, as I tried pulling them up. We struggled for a bit, not gaining any ground. Sam's friend then snuck up behind me. As Sam backed off, her friend bent down, and before I could do anything, had both hands inside my thong. She then pulled down fiercely, sliding my thong off my waist, down my thighs and finally down to my feet. A few people in the crowd actually clapped. I quickly tried to cover both sides of myself. I heard Sam whisper to me, "Now everyone can see that big ass of yours Kristen, I know that’s what you wanted this whole time anyway." Humiliation can't even begin to describe how I felt. The most private part of my body was now on display for a large group of complete strangers. I had just been stripped by my own classmates in a Wal Mart. As I stood there, Sam grabbed the new thong and made me step into it. As she was sliding it up my legs, I knew it wasn't going to fit- it was getting stuck around my thighs. With some force, Sam pushed the thong all the way on me, giving me an enormous wedgie. You couldn't even see the back of the thong it was so small. "Well I guess it doesn't fit" she said. With that she took hold of the panties and pulled them down and off me, leaving me naked once again. Sam backed away and told my Mom she would go and try to find another pair. My Mother then said, "You might as well find a new bra to match Sam." Sam said okay and then her two friends came up to me and made a move for my last piece of clothing. I tried to back away but they grabbed it from both sides. As one of her friends pulled at the cups, the other got her hand around my back and un did the clasp. In a second the bra was whisked off me and I was finally left completely naked. I could not believe this was happening to me. How did I go from lazily walking into a Wal Mart to being 100 percent nude in front of a crowd of on lookers? I tried covering myself; once again with my hands- one hand over my chest the other over my pussy. This got a few snickers from some young boys. I was so humiliated. Sam came back with new underwear and proceeded to dress me. This pair actually fit decently, however the protection was short- she quickly took them off me, leaving me naked once again. Sam and her 2 friends then went back to the lingerie area with my Mom, leaving me alone for the first time. I can remember the feeling of loneliness. At least when I was naked I was with my Mom, who was the one who started this ordeal for me in the first place. Standing there now, still trying to cover my body, I couldn't help but look at all the people. I now noticed kids without parents whispering to each other, starring at my naked body. More and more kids began to come over, some which looked to be in 8th grade or maybe even higher! I was on complete display for everyone. The four of them then came back with a few pairs of underwear, all of which I had to try on. Some fit, some didn't. I remember that Sam and her friends were enjoying themselves throughout the whole process. Sam would talk loudly about how the "thong hardly covered my butt" or how the "bra was so big that if I moved you could see my boobs." This just added to my humiliation. Finally, my Mom said that we had gotten enough clothes. She left to go put the clothes we weren't buying up, leaving me with Sam and the gang. I thought the worst was over as I went to go pick up my clothes. However, as I searched through the stack I could not find them. My heart began to race. Sam then approached me. "What's the matter Kristen, can't find your clothes? Maybe that's because we through them away!" I was horrified. How could she do this to me? My Mom came back and I quickly told her what Sam had done. "Don't be ridiculous Kristen, why would Sam do such a thing?" Sam then told her that I was lying and that I must have just misplaced the clothes. I was furious and told my Mom that was a lie, but she would hear none of it. Giving up, I finally just asked my Mom to give me an outfit and I would put that on. "We haven't paid for these yet Kristen, you can't wear them." "What?" I asked in disbelief. "You heard me; you can't just put on clothes we haven't bought yet. You can wear them once their bought, now let's check out." Did she mean what I thought she meant? Changing and being naked in public was unbearable, but at least I was in the women's clothing department (not like that stopped boys from seeing me though), but I could not even think about walking to the counter and out of Wal Mart wearing nothing. However, my Mom must have thought otherwise as she started to walk off. "MOM, WAIT I CAN'T DO THIS!" She just ignored me. Sam came over to me and whispered in my ear that the show had just begun. Standing there staring back at her, I felt two pairs of hands grab my arms from each side. Her friends were trying to drag me out of the department! "STOP!! STOP IT NOW!! I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T..." But they weren't listening. Sam began to laugh as I got closer and closer to the aisle. I was kicking my feet and trying to wiggle free, but to no avail. Finally the girls let go and shoved me hard, sending me into the middle of the aisle- one of the main aisles in Wal Mart. A woman gasped and people all around looked at me. I covered myself and tried running back into the clothing racks, but Sam's friends blocked my escape. They grabbed me and held me tight. "STOP!!!" I yelled. More and more people were looking at me. Sam's friends then began to drag me to the front of the store. The whole time I was fighting to get free, to the delight of many male shoppers I'm sure. My large breasts were bouncing up and down the whole time, and I had no way to cover myself as both my arms were being held firm. As we got close to the front, Sam told her friends to take a right. About 10 seconds later we were stepping into the Electronics Department. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STOP!!" I shouted. As we entered the entire department looked our way. More and more people throughout the store were seeing me naked. Suddenly, Sam told her friends to let me go. The three of them backed up and I was momentarily confused as to why they had let go. Then it hit me. I looked up and to my left and saw it. I was on TV!! My entire front side was on display on 3 different TVs for all too see. I let out a cry and quickly covered myself. However, I hadn't seen a couple of other TVs further down. Unfortunately, my ass was also being tapped so shoppers could still see that. I turned around on the spot after noticing what everyone was laughing at. I tried covering myself in all areas, but of course that was impossible. Finally I gave up and, not seeing Sam or her friends, made a run for it. I didn't know where to go so I just ran to the back of the store. What a sight I was- a naked 18 year old girl with enormous breast running through a Wal Mart. It took a little while but finally I made it. At the back of the store I was able to run into the women's bathroom. I quickly shut the door behind me. Turning around, I was greeted with Sam and her two friends. However, another girl was with them. I later found out that it was a friend who Sam had called when she first saw me in the Women's Clothing Department. They all laughed at me. "Having trouble are we Kristen? By the looks of it, you seem to be enjoying yourself actually." I looked down and my nipples were erect. I could not help getting excited being completely naked in a huge store like I was. Thinking about what I had just done, I was soon shaken back to reality when the wind abruptly left my stomach. Sam had hauled off and punched me. I doubled over gasping for air. She then lifted my head and slapped me across the face. "Look at you, you slut! I bet you've been enjoying this the whole time! I bet you love total strangers seeing your tits and ass. I bet you wish every guy in here would fuck you don't you? Well since you obviously like people seeing you naked, then I guess you won't care if the kids at school see you too!" With that Sam ran behind me and grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back. Her 3rd friend then took out a camera and began snapping photos. Still holding me, Sam pulled my upper body backwards towards her, making my breasts present themselves fully. I was helpless to cover myself, and her friend did not stop taking pictures until the film was full. Sam even turned me around to make sure they got pictures of my ass. Throwing me to the ground, I noticed Sam walk over me to one of her friends. Her friend gave her a full bottle of water from her purse. Sam then opened the bottle and began to pour it all over me. Once done, she through the bottle at me and they all left. I got up slowly, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. Suddenly, the door burst open, and there stood my Mom, a look of anger in her eyes. This can't get any worse, I thought. "Kristen, what on earth are you doing!?" "I told you to come to the front of the store so we can check out!! Now I'm going to be late for my appointment!" She walked over to me and I noticed at the door stood Sam and her friends. "You're in trouble young lady. Get out of here now!" My Mom then picked me up and pushed me out of the bathroom. She pushed me past Sam and friends and then steered me over towards a bench, which was conveniently located outside the bathroom area, right along side a large walkway. She sat down on the bench and through me over her lap. Before I could protest, she began to spank me very hard! I tried fighting but it was no use. As she continued to slap my ass she started to yell at me for making her late. After about 15 smacks, she stopped. Holding her one hand with the other, she let out a sigh. "I can take over for you if you need Mrs. K." I turned my head and saw Sam looking right at me, smiling. "Sure, go ahead Sam." I let out a cry. Another girl my own age was about to embarrass me further by spanking me like a little girl in the middle of a crowded store. As my Mom got up, I tried to make a break for it, but she grabbed onto my arm and held me tight until Sam had sat down. She then turned me over to Sam, who grabbed me and with some effort, bent me over her knee. She then proceeded to spank my already red ass. One slap after another hit my sore butt. She would alternate cheeks, never slowing down. I never looked up, but I could hear more and more people coming over. I heard laughter and comments like "why is she getting spanked Mommy? She's almost a grown up!" Finally the pain and humiliation had become too much and I began to cry. Sam let up on the spanking a little, but started to do something else. As Sam spanked me once, she then held her hand on my ass for a moment. During that time she began to lightly touch my pussy. I jumped the first time she did it, much to the delight of the crowd. As she continued doing it, I felt myself losing control. My nipples were fully erect, as a young boy so loudly pointed out. Sam did not let up until she could tell I was close to it. After about 5 more smacks I finally lost all dignity and started to shake. I looked to the side and could see Sam's friends mouth's wide open, all knowing what was about to happen. With one more touch I finally started to convulse and moan. Sam quickly got up, making me fall to the floor. I couldn't help myself- I started to have an orgasm right there, with more than 20 total strangers standing around me, looking on in shock. I bucked my hips up and down moaning loudly until finally I hit my climax with a loud yell. My body fell limp to the floor and I just lay there on the cold tile completely naked and crying. It was then that Wal Mart security finally arrived and escorted my Mother and me out of the store. I remember walking past a countless number of people, all eyeing my body. I was broken and humiliated and would never step foot in that store again. Saturday, October 15th 2005 - 10:33:52 AM |
| Name: | Dan (Not Moderator Dan) |
| Subject: | Alice Pantsed at Her Party |
| Message: | Me and a couple of friends went to this party last night at this girl Alice's place. I didn't know her, one of my friends did. It was a small party, about a dozen or so people. Alice also had this cat that she'd just adopted like the week before, and it was hyper. It kept running around the den and jumping all over furniture, and people had to constantly be on the lookout to avoid tripping over it. I think it was would up cause of all the people here. Anyways Alice was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants with an elastic waist, and at one point the cat latched onto them with its claws and tried to climb up her legs. It was a fully grown cat not a kitten, and it managed to pull Alice's pants all the way down to her ankles! Everyone in the room got a complete look at Alice's pink flower underwear before she could shake the cat loose and pull her pants back up. She was so totally embarrassed and got made fun of for the rest of the night, and probably still. It was hilarious.
Saturday, October 15th 2005 - 04:53:44 AM |
| Name: | Emma |
| Subject: | Great stories! |
| Message: | Great stories George and others. Just come across this site and thought it would be a great place to share my 21st birthday experience. I was having a party of about 15 of my friends in my flat the evening before my 21st. The wine was flowing and everyone was having a great time. At the strock of midnight 6 of my girl "friends" ran over to wish me happy birthday. They all giggled at each other and then jumped on me! I was held down by four of them while the other two started taking off my clothes. I was kicking and screaming, but that only encouraged them, and none of my other friends were going to help! They got me down to bra and thong and then decided that was too much and took the bra off! They picked me up, with me still struggling and giving everyone a great view of my 32 C's bouncing around, and carried me out the door of my flat, down the stair well and headed for the front door. I was shouting and pleading for them to stop when i realised we were going outside, but they said if i kept on complaining they would take the thong off too. I shut up for a few moments until they opened the door, then started pleading again. Well, with that they kept a firm hold and pulled my thong right off! There I was, in front of 15 of my friends, about to be shown off to the world, and now i was butt naked! One of them made a joke about it being my birthday and the whole "birthday suit" thing, and then they carried me outside. I was held up against a set of traffic lights, on a main road, and handcuffed! They left me there while they sat and laughed at me for over 20 minutes. There were loads of cars, buses, taxis and people walking who all got a great look at me naked!
My friends finally let me go and I ran back inside. I was sooo embarrassed, but at the same time I did eventually see the funny side of it. This happened about three weeks ago, and now i am just waiting for someone's birthday to come up so i can get revenge! Friday, October 14th 2005 - 05:33:42 AM |
| Name: | Geogre |
| Subject: | Last from me |
| Message: | This is the last lot from me.
After my youngest daughter qualified she found herself put in charge of the halls of residence since she was the only qualified nurse still living in. She would give the students a hard time over everything. Cleaning, noise, general behaviour, and boys. She’d been doing this job, unpaid, just free rent I think for about six months when the other nurses living in decided they had enough. When said to her that there where worse things than finding oneself in the porters lounge naked. My daughter took the hint for a few weeks. Then went back to her old ways. Nurses are not know for giving warnings once never mind twice. My daughter was grabbed and stripped naked. “Next time we’ll take the hair of your head as well and why should only the porters have the fun”. My daughter minded her P’s and Q’s for a good while after that but eventually slipped back into her old ways. She’d been up to see us for the weekend and returned to her room on the Sunday tea time. She’d just set foot inside the lower door when she was grabbed, stripped, pubically shaved and then taken outside (still naked now 23 years old) and with her hands handcuffed behind her back around a lamp post or sign post was left like that. At least half a dozen people saw her before a porter came running along with a pair of bolt cutters and a blanket. Which just goes to show that porters do have better sense than student nurses. The only other little stories that I have is as follows. On my eldest daughters 21st birthday they decided to give her then boyfriend, who became her first husband a treat. The girls knew he was coming around to see her that evening with birthday gifts after he got of work. They grabbed her stripped her and shaved her. They then tied her up on or to her bed. She pleaded and pleaded but they wouldn’t let her go. Her boyfriend arrive and was told she was upstairs. What a birthday present for him and it wasn’t even his birthday. My eldest daughter was promoted to being a sister and she was grabbed and stripped to pants and bar then dunked in a bath of ice water. My youngest daughter eventually moved back to Newcastle and got a job working in the same hospital has her mother. Eventually ending up on the same unit. She’d met a boy, now her husband and decided to get married. The girls took her out for the usual hen night. On the way home they grabbed her and stripped her to her pants and bra. And decided to leave her cuffed to a lamp post. Whilst they where struggling to strip her my wife tried to intercede which resulted in her being jumped on and one girl saying that the mother of the bride should be more supportive of her daughter and they began to strip her. They where carried off the bus in pants and bra’s and handcuffed through a gate railing. My daughter lashed out and hit one of them and said that would cost her and yanked down her knickers. These where removed fully and hung out of reach on thee railings. The girls got back on the bus and drove off. They basically did a large circle leaving my wife and daughter like that for around 10 minutes which was more than long enough with taxi’s and pedestrians passing by. The last story was my wife’s 50th birthday. She was doing her rounds and went into the sluice she was surprised to she her two daughters there and then realised. She was grabbed stripped and carried to the bathroom where a crowd of friends where waiting. Thursday, October 6th 2005 - 04:27:51 AM |
| Name: | Lucy |
| Subject: | Nursing Initiations |
| Message: | I love this site but have never posted my own story. All the stories about George's family and the other tales have brought my initiations back.
I come from a country village so had to travel to Bristol to do my training and for the first year we had to stay in the Nursing Home. The tricks and pranks that were played onto us were only the same ones that were played on the third years when they arrived, but I think that as each year goes by a little more gets added. That was certainly the case when it was our turn to introduce the "fun" parts to nursing to the new girls. As soon as we arrived the new students were encouraged to become friends, easy we were all in the same boat, away from home, left boyfriends at home, a little homesick, and looking forward to all the challenges of nursing. Inevitably word got round of what was to happen to us once we got to our first wards. I think this is as bad as the actual event, we were told by "friendly" third years what was likely to happen, but don't worry it probably won't happen etc. Stories were discussed by us about cold clothed baths, sent for various joke errands, uniform removals to check sizes (which were not returned), and a whole set of strippings, shaving, and enemas which we put down to wind ups. Someone had to be first on a ward and one of our group called Marsha started on an early shift others would be on a late shift and myself and a couple of others started the first week with our days off. Marsha started terrified and reported for duty, she was welcomed to the ward and throughout the whole morning was wound up about what was going to happen to her at 3.O'clock. As the shift finished some other nurses gathered around the ward and as the shift finished she was grabbed by a group and carried towards the large room with the ward bath. She was given a choice of going into the bath with her uniform on or off. She was so concerned about all the stories that she chose to be dunked with her uniform on. The water was freezing and the clothes were sticking to her but that seemed to be it, her initiation was over all she had to do was walk back dripping wet to the changing room and get changed. When she came back with wet hair and told us all it did not seem so bad afterall, so we started to stop worrying....big mistake. The two girls from the late shift were not so lucky, they were not given a choice the uniform were removed and they were dunked in the water in their underwear and had to get back to the changing rooms like that. They were also told that the ceremonies would get progressively worse for the students until the last one was done. I was going on a late shift when i started so I would be the worse, I was worried about this (rightly so). When I started everyone knew I was the last of the group which also meant that I would be witnessed by other students, the taunts during my shift were merciless I was told I was to taken to the sister hospital for them to deal with me and I would have to make my own way back. Thank goodness that was not the case but this is what happened to me. It seemed to me that the late shift initiations were slightly more serious since there were less public around and by this time a couple of girls had to get back to the changing rooms with minimal clothing. The usual crowd was gathering towards the end of the shift and the time came when I was grabbed. They lifted me onto a trolley and held me there as my uniform was stripped off me and handed to the ward sister. I was wheeled to the other end of the hospital where everyone had gone, they finished at 6.00. During the journey my tights were rolled down and removed, my bra was unhooked and removed, and my panties were taken. It was impossible to see who was doing what the cheering and all the faces were there but I could not sit up to see what was happening or even where I was. We eventually reached the bath area and the water was just switched on as I arrived so we had to wait until it filled. This made my dilema worse as I was held down naked in a strange room with some people I had just met and some total strangers male and female. I was clearly the last student and already was by far the worst treated. I thought I would just have to wait until the bath filled and then get it over with and hopefully my student colleagues would come to my rescue. No chance, all ny student colleagues were asked to come up to me at the end of the trolley and one by one they were asked if they had been given training on pubic shaving yet. They all answered NO and a small tray was produced. I had already guessed the next bit, I struggled as hard as I could but many hands held me absolutely still as my "friends" had little choice but to shave me completely bald. I know now that they had no choice as I was going to be shaved anyway but anyone refusing would be joining me so I sort of understood eventually! By this time the bath was full and I was dunked in it, it was the coldest water I have ever experienced and I let out an almighty scream but I was allowed to get out almost immediately. I had to stand while everyone clapped and cheered and started to leave the room. All the student left and I was left with the nurses from my ward who told me to stay for a further three minutes after everyone had left then make my way back to the changing room. I tried to explain I had no idea where I was and no clue how to get back but I was rather sarcasticaly told that was the point! It took me fifteen minutes to get back during which time I saw no nurses but every hospital porter on duty "met" me and gave me the wrong way to keep me there longer. All these people became close and loyal friends over the years. We did sometimes talk about our experiences but since we all had similar things happen to us we soon stopped discussing them until it was our turn to spectate or administer. Wednesday, October 5th 2005 - 06:11:37 AM |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Youngest daughter further 2 |
| Message: | My daughter’s piece and quiet didn’t last too long. She managed and I forget how to get a 3rd year into trouble off a sister. The 3rd year said she’d pay. Weeks went by and she thought that it had been forgotten about. Once night whilst out with the gang of her close friends this third year appears with her friends. Next thing you know is my daughter’s over the table in this night club, her slacks, tights, and knickers are down and the third years spanking her bottom. Her friends, can you call people friends who applaud, encourage and assist to hold you down friends. She was told that this was level one punishment, level 2 was with a packed house, only the group of females could actually see what was going on. Third level, well no one had ever needed level 3.
During the second year of training the year two students are on their own, no third years to keep a eye on them. The on third year may be around if they have asked for a particular specialism. So mainly your free from harm. The third years that picked on you have now qualified or are re-taking finals, the new third years are busy with the new first years. So relatively your safe. My daughter was the one exception stool pigeon. The second year who got picked on by the others. Practice for when the had the first years at their mercy. This was the time that my daughter had the worse thing imaginable happen to her. In over 40 years of being involved in working in hospital I know of only one case of this ever happening. You often hear tales about this nurse I knew. But, to the best of my knowledge its rare, with this one exception. My daughter had been a real pain in the backside. The others where really getting worked up by it. An argument broke out and during it my daughter accused her friend of being full of S***. Your full of S*** came the reply. No I’m not. Oh yes you are, a right pantomime started. Then suddenly the atmosphere changed and the friend said I’ll show you how full of shit you are and walked off. 15 minutes later my daughter is grabbed and dragged into a side ward. The set about her and strip her naked. Various ideas about what to do with her are suggested. My daughter pleads as they tie her face down on the bed. She’s relieved and concerned at the same time. They can’t carry out the threat of the pubic shave but it looks like another spanking. The friend who was offend down entered carrying rubber tube funnel and jug of water. My daughter looks and knows what’s about to happen. “I said I’d show you, you are full of S***. After the enema had been giving, they left her there for 30 minutes until she was absolutely in agony trying to keep it in. They released her and my daughter had to dash naked for the toilets. The nearest block on the ward had been mysteriously locked so she had to run the length of the ward to the others. Since it was a old fashion ward patient would have seen her. Thank God it was a Gynecological. The incident didn’t go unnoticed. Written warnings where issued, including to my daughter, I think it may be this incident which as given raise to the urban legend of such tales. The reason for the warnings was not for stripping my daughter and giving her an enema, it was for loss or destruction of hospital property. In the case of my daughter it was for being inappropriately dressed on duty. I love the good old days. Her last two incidents as a student nurse where in her third year. One of the hazards of being a third year is that on some occasions the first years fight back. Normally, this is arranged by the third years suggesting that in payment for their stripping they can strip one of them. Since as you know my daughter gets right up everyone’s noses she got herself nominated. Partly this was because my daughter was extra horrible to first years generally, but when they where being greenhorn she really would go the extra mile. So one late shift she found herself in the sluice cornered by the first years. They grabbed her, pinned her to the floor and let rip with the hose pipe. They’d shoved it down the back of her knickers and then turned it on full blast. This was just a warning, but my daughter took it as a insult that first years would do this. She had the three off her ward scrub every last inch of the ward. In those days cleaners where not allowed to clean clinical areas. The first years swore revenge, so, my daughter had them do it all again. Only this time minus their uniforms to keep them clean. A week passed. Then one morning arriving for a early shift my daughter was jumped by both current first year intakes. Even the off duties where there. They stripped her put of her chivvy’s and tied her to a commode. They wheeled her up the corridor, and my daughter panicked she knew where she was being taken, she was pushed into the porters lounge and left. The shift was changing so no one was in but in about ten minutes the place would be packed. She was left facing the door. The first two porters older guys had beaming smiles on their faces. Soon 20 porters where getting a eyeful. Once they satisfied themselves they let her good naked back to the changing rooms. All she could access was a dress and stockings and shoes. Word got around, and she was called to the DNO office. Another warning for in appropriate dress. She tried to explain what happened but the DNO called the head porter and he said he hadn’t seen or heard anything and that was that. Her last as a student was her blue dressing which was pretty tame in comparison. She was stripped on a coach and given a blue dress to wear, a old one with circles cut at top front, bottom back and front so all essentials where on show. She was dropped off about a mile from the residence and had to walk back like that. I’ve heard other accounts like this, and seen one written up on the net somewhere, and got the impression that it was someone from Hartlepool, I think it must be their tradition. Wednesday, October 5th 2005 - 04:03:28 AM |
| Name: | Geogre |
| Subject: | Nurse Initiation Youngest daughter part 1 |
| Message: | My youngest daughter takes after her mother. She just seems to get on peoples nerves. She doesn’t mean too, she doesn’t deliberately go out of her way too, quite the opposite she tries not too. She just seems to irritate people. If you asked me how I couldn’t really tell you, other than to say she has a heir about her. A slightly superior-ness. As if she’s just that little bit better than everyone else. This means of course people delight in bringing her down a peg or two or four. Consequently she had a hard time of it as a student nurse and a staff nurse in her early years.
She decided that she didn’t want to train with her older sister or at the same hospital as her mother and I worked in. So, she headed south. On her first night there she witnessed a student nurse from the intake a head of her being dragged naked out of the common room. The third year with her at the time said, “Your next” then said, “You no doubt her all the horror stories from your mum and big sister, well here, they aren’t horror stories there horror reality”. That Friday night the new intake was invited to drinks at the local pub. My daughter and two others lived in her residence. They where sitting on the sofa dressed ready to go when the third years descended. They where made to stand. The two other had decided to wear a skirt and where told they where dressed find with one exception. Their knickers. They had to reach up under their skirts and remove them. My daughter in slacks was told that since she wasn’t dressed appropriately she’d have to go and change. She moved to do so but was stopped. She was told that the rules stated that once in the common room you could only leave dressed correctly or naked. My daughter had to strip naked then walk down the corridor to her room to fetch a skirt. She then dressed. She did bother to put her knickers on since they where coming off. The head nurse said for her to put them on then had her remove them. They went off to the pub like that. Of course the pub was full of doctors, porters and male nurses. Contrary to popular myth I know of only two homosexuals, the vast bulk of male nurses are straight. They’d flick the skirts front or back or gang up and do them together. My daughter seemed to come in for special attention. After this episode and a week later one morning the girls now firm friends where just about to go off to school not yet on wards. The head 3td year stopped them and told them to strip. The girls protested and the nurse said that would cost them. Since they where in a hurry they thought to get it over with whatever it was. They striped naked and had to run the length of the corridor. On return their underwear had be sorted from the pile. They had to attend school that day minus underwear. Word soon got around. Later that week she found her room invaded by three 3rd years. They dragged the bedclothes off her then striped her of her nightdress. She found herself outside naked running around the nurses home. The other two girls weren’t there. When she told them about it the next day they didn’t believe her thinking such a thing was way over the top. That night my daughter is dragged from her bed again. She is taken to the common room where the other two girls are dressed in night-ware. My daughter is taken downstairs and as to run naked around the residence again. Over the next week the other two finally get their chance to streak. Then one night my daughter is dragged from her bed again and this time as to streak with the other two. She thought that this was perhaps finally the end. But no next night she’s dragged from her bed again. This time hands tied behind her back so she can’t cover she finds herself streaking again. A few weeks go by and she thinks great that’s the end of that. Her first day on ward and the practical jokes start, go and ask theatre sister for a long stand, we’ve used the last fallopian tubes go and se if obstetrics’ have some more and so on. No problems then one day she’s grabbed and dragged into the bathroom, hoisted up by four other nurses with a room full of others and dumped into a really ice cold bath. The white cotton uniform with white cotton bra and pants underneath turn translucent and nipples and black bush are clearly seen by all has she runs for the changing rooms. A few weeks pass and after one late shift she’s in the changing rooms. She decided since its quiet and the residence is always out of hot water she’d get a long shower there. She comes out to find her towel gone. Smells a rat, then discovers her padlocks been put back on her locker. Clothes and everything inside. She rings her friend over at the residence and is told that if they help her they’ll be the next victims and it will be worse. She as to make her way back across the hospital grounds in semi darkness, naked. She was now just about to end her first ward. This is traditionally the time of the initiation. In the last week her two friends found themselves having to strip to underwear and take a bath. Well my daughter thought that’s find I can cope with that, the hospital having seen me wt in uniform with everything showing. Her turn comes and she says she knows the drill. Now perhaps you can see the attitude which seems to get up peoples noses. She whips off her dress and tights and goes to get in the bath. The head nurse says the undies too, my daughter looks surprised and shakes her head. Males being present. Next thing she knows she’s on the floor bra going in one direction pants in the other like Helen below. That’s not the end of it. The head nurse says that they have to remove anything that might damage hospital property. She comments that her bush is very spiky and off it comes courteously of a female nurse thank god, since the porters present wanted the job. Now shaved she was dumped in the water and left. Minus her clothes and bush she had to sulk back to the changing rooms. Her key would know long fit the lock so she had to wait until it was a little darker, a few others seeing her nude. Before making her way back to the nurse home. After this they let up on her for a good long while. I’ll write more later. Also, have a few non initiation stories about nursing as well, involving my wife and daughters. Hen nights, etc. Tuesday, October 4th 2005 - 08:25:43 AM |
| Name: | w |
| Subject: | Nursing Initiation Stories |
| Message: | This appears to be rich seam of initiation strippings, random strippings, birthday strippings, and pre marriage strippings. Many are accompanied with pubic shaving and/or further humiliation by have to streak in public places or find their way back to the changing rooms on their own.
A couple of other stories from Liz: One involved her best friend Martha who was stripped as a student on a regular basis. She was the life and soul of any party particularly attractive with a full shapely figure even in her teens which made her a target and top of the "request" list from the hospital porters. Her first experience was when she was a student in the nurses home, she was dragged out of the TV room when a crowd of third years came back off shift via the pub. She was stripped naked in the corridor and taken into the nearby showeroom. Being well developed she had a massive bush until that moment untrimmed. They leant her into the bath and kept her feet dangling on the floor at the end of the bath with ner pubic area sticking into the air. They shaved her smooth despite her protests and carried her out into the snow and rolled her in it before hanging her key from the entrance sign at the end of the drive. Most nurses expect a welcome which involves nudity but this was unheard of as a student's first contact. She had little choice but to run down det her key and let herself back in. True to form the complete home was there te her back and congratulated her. She had been a little afraid to return but there was nothing to worry about. Martha hold the record for bath initiations her indignations and resistance together with her eventual acceptance probably made her a target. The hospital porters did do a lot of suggestions at that hospital and most times nurses would be happier doing the dead than their name being on the list. Twice she was an additional entertainment after another student's initiation bath. Another colleague was made up to be a sister and the whole ward came in to "congratulate" her on her first morning. As was the traditional welcome she was surprised to see everyone to see her and tried to get onto the ward as quick as possible but that would be unlucky. She too was striooed naked and her pubic hair completely removed, she was then redressed in lacy stockings hold ups and her blue uniform was put back on her with no underwear, she had to do the whole shift like that and every doctors knew and commented and touched her in friendly way but just to confirm what they had been told. At the finish of her shift everyone on duty crowded into the changing room as she was given her underwear back and told to put it back on now. By now you probably realise that refusal would result in a worse fate so she did as she was asked and they had a quick glass of wine to celebrate her promotion. There a few stories coming out of leaving celebrations and "send offs" which are on a similar theme of forced nudity and occasional shaving and huniliating streaks through hospitals or pubs. Monday, October 3rd 2005 - 10:43:27 AM |
| Name: | Geogre |
| Subject: | Eldest daughter's initiation |
| Message: | My eldest daughter entered nursing has a cadet at 16. It wasn’t long before she was introduced to the pranks played on new starters, “greenhorns” . The usual, things. Then came her initiation, first of a few. She was grabbed one evening by a group of third years as she was coming off duty. She was stripped completely naked and found herself dodging porters, visitors, and patients to make it back to the changing room unseen.
She moved from being a cadet to being a student nurse at 18. She realised that cadets who become students have it hard. The other cadets are after them, the third years hate them. She’d managed to keep three steps ahead of them for a good few weeks but eventually they caught up with her. They striped her naked in the sluice of male surgical. Which was not the ward she was assigned too, but her mother was the sister. She had to call out and attract attention. It was her mother who came to her aid and provided her with something to wear. She relaxed after this thinking everything was over. Until one day when I opened the bathroom door of one of the wards I managed to find a very, very naked wet female tied blindfolded to the heated towel rail. This is the pubic shave I can a test to. She was deeply embarrassed for weeks but eventually we could laugh about it. Her blue dressing was yet another stripping. This time on a bus. She then had to run down a street and around a roundabout back to the bus. At least she wasn’t alone her two best friends where blue dressed at the same time. I’ve seen the video and stills. I think my daughter may still her a copy. I’ll right about my younger daughters later. Much more involved. Sunday, October 2nd 2005 - 04:03:11 PM |
| Name: | w |
| E-mail address: | w |
| Subject: | Nursing Initiations |
| Message: | Wow! I love these stories and you see Liz's face when I showed her what she had started.
Nurses are probably the most devious creatures to work alongside they are all working in such a stressful profession that they get release on each other. The other things that regularly happened to new students are: During the initiation ceremony only half the pubic hair was removed. This was only done to the most michevious of the students and the ones who appeared a little too cocky for their own good. The stamp was not administered at this point so therfore the initiation was not complete. There were a number of excuses used for this either the student would have to go through the whole thing again with another shift and suffer the embarrassment of being naked in front of the collection of colleagues and staff with a half shaved pussy, or she would at some point be "delivered" in a suitable manner to the hospital porters who usually shaved the male patients. As you remember Liz returned to the ward on the trolley some others were not so lucky they had to find their own way back naked, some were hijacked by other wards to claimed the student as she had done some work for them, and one was even shaved in front of the cheering crowd. Another poor girl was fastened into a laundry bag and taken to the laundry for their amusement before returning eventually to the ward in scrubs to complete her initiation. I think I have got all the tales from Liz but will keep trying for more but them coming I think there is a rich seam of stories from this source. Wednesday, September 28th 2005 - 01:26:19 AM |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Nursing in the Family |
| Message: | I thought I’d tell you of my families involvement in nursing. I trained as a nurse back in the seventies. I’ll let you work out how old I am. I met my wife nursing and have two grown up daughters who are both nurses. Shortly my grand daughter will become in nurse. A lot has changed over the last 30 years. In my day you want to your local nurse training school today you go to university and get a degree.
The other big change is the camaraderie as all but gone. In my day you how little to offer patients other than comfort until they succumb to their illness. You need relief and this was often got in the playing of practical jokes and “green horning” and “blue dressing” form of initiation. Even my daughter where green horned and had practical jokes played on them but there was a mighty big “thou shall not” hanging over them and if caught disciplinary action would be taken against every one including the poor victim. I thought you perhaps all like to here of some of the events I witnessed and what happen to my wife and daughters. The account below sounds extraordinary. Certainly I have witnessed ice bath where underwear was removed first for the reasons stated. I have seen trolley rides with underwear on stirrups. I certainly can confirm with my own eyes one pubic shave. I know of others. Lastly, being stamped with “property of X hospital” in various private areas was common. My wife’s tale. She had a hard time as a student nurse which didn’t get much better when she qualified. She is one of those people who just seems victim prone. Her first initiation was at the nurse’s residence. Early one morning in the first week she was dragged from her bed. Her nightdress and panties where soon removed and she was dragged kicking and screaming down the corridor. This just added to her eventual humiliation since everyone came out to see what the noise was. She was dragged down stairs to the front door and told that she was going out side like that. She could stay at the door banging and hollowing all night until the light of day and the first person out for morning shift might let her in (not a real choice on a very cold February night in Northern England) or run down the drive to the night barrier and buzz the entry button. Well my wife decided that it was better to run the risk of being seen by a porter, ambulance man or member of the public than freezing. Her next initiation was on her first ward. She’d managed to out fox and maneuver around being dunked in the bath on a few occasions. Very tied at the end of one shift she was asked to take some bath salts to the staff nurse bathing a patient. As soon as she stepped in she realised she’d been caught. She found herself on the floor and her tights, panties, and bra where removed. She was then picked up and dunk in the ice cold water. This had a number of physical effects on her body and some revealing effects on her white nurses dress. Now minus any under garments walking back to the changing rooms proved embarrassing. Every one could see her rosy pink bum cheeks. Covering them wasn’t an option unless she wanted the various people to see her erect nipples and black bush. Her next initiation was after she’d became a staff nurse. This was called “blue dressing”. A group of third years grabbed her and dragged her into the sluice. They set about her and removed her shoes, tights, and panties before removing her black bush. No this is not the bush removal that I can a test to with my own eyes I didn’t know my wife at this point. We trained in different hospitals. Her last initiation was just before our wedding. She found herself naked, well except for a veil and a L plate, tied to a trolley left in the under ground passage way near the morgue. Pretty frightening on a number of accounts. The porters got a marvelous look. More later! Tuesday, September 27th 2005 - 03:00:52 PM |
| Name: | Helen |
| Subject: | OT's Initiation |
| Message: | This time last year I was looking forward to starting my new career as a Occupational Therapist. My friend who had been nursing for years started to pull my leg about being initiated. This started the events which led me to being stripped. The striping was all my own fault. I talked myself into it.
Just before I was due to start on the unit after the initial classroom training my friend said “Well in a couple of weeks you’ll find yourself naked running around the hospital. I think that’s still the OT’s initiation” my stomach twitched at the comment. She’d told me many years ago of her initiation as a nurse, and every so often she’d tell you what they’d done to some poor unsuspecting soul. I decided and quite why I don’t know to confide my concerns to a very old friend. I am 44 now so was 43 at the time. My friend had been a nurse a lot of years ago and we had a deep intimate relationship. There was never anything sexual about it. Just a very good friendship. I’d been in two marriages and one long-term relationship. He’d seen me through them all. I asked if he’d been initiated as a nurse. “Oh yes” he said. I looked indicating I wanted the dirt. He told me his tale, and what he knew of others. They where some which where funny, some mildly embarrassing, and others which where down right humiliating. We talked about what my other friend had said and he said that he thought that these days with all the health and safety, law suits and so on, that they where more tales of legend than fact. I started the unit and the first few days where fine. Everyone was very nice to me. Friday afternoon was very quiet so we had plenty of time to chat and get to know one another. One of the girls asked if there was anything I wasn’t looking forward too. I said, “Yes the initiation” they all smiled and said no one does. I could see that there was an uneasy and curiosity. But the moment pasted and we carried on our conversation. After the weekend, on the Tuesday I think I was eating my lunch with the senior OT and a few others. The senior OT asked if my friend, who she knew, had told me about the initiations. I said that she had but didn’t give any of the details. She looked at me, and I blushed, she smiled and asked “What did she say”? I looked away, the embarrassment of saying it was worse than doing it. “That you have your victims run around the hospital naked.” I said. We worked in a very big modern hospital on the edge of town. Nothing more was said. Friday came and once more the afternoon was quiet. It provided time to really clean the equipment, stock-up for Monday and do other general duties. The senior OT came to me and asked if I’d been taught how to bath some one correctly. I said, that we’d been given a booklet on it and had the opportunity to ask questions because there was some problems that day and we’d run out of time. The senior OT said that on Monday a family was coming in to be shown how to bath there aged mother, and what equipment was available for use in a bathroom. She said “I’ll give you a crash course in how to do a bath assessment and the things you need to cover with the family. Follow me”. The senior led the way to the bathroom suite. She stepped aside when she reached the door to allow me to enter first. I stepped through the door and knew instantly that I was in trouble. I tried to turn away to walk back through the door but the senior OT was now blocking the way. Two sets of hands grabbed me and pulled me back into the bathroom. I was leg blocked by one of my colleagues holding me and started to fall backwards. The two colleagues holding me ensured that I fell to the floor under control so didn’t hurt myself. They dragged me along the floor kicking and screaming trying to get a foot hold and re-stand. “Stop fighting or we’ll make it worse” the senior OT said. Two more colleagues now cane forward and held my legs at the ankles. The senior OT said, “Alison, you can have the honours”. Alison was on a work based training course as an OT assistant. She was just 19 years old, a very shy girl and lacking somewhat in confidence. She looked at the senior OT for confirmation of what was required. “Well get on with it, get her clothes off” the senior OT said. “Please no, please” I begged. Alison came forward and knelt down at my side. She reached forward and began to undo my green uniform trousers. “Alison, you don’t need to do this” I said pleading with her. She undid my button. “Okay, you’ve scared me, I know your just fooling around you can stop it, now, I’ve got the point” I said. “Stop struggling and complaining or it will be much worse for you. I was thrashing about trying very hard to get free. One of the colleagues holding my left leg at the ankle now pulled off my shoe. “Are you ticklish” she asked. “No please, no. Don’t, not that” I said as Alison had undone my zip and was preparing to pull my trousers down. My colleague started to tickle me and I just creased up. I was trashing around with the discomfort of being tickled. This just seemed to make it easier for Alison to pull my trouser’s down revealing my tights and white brief panties beneath them. “I hope you pt clean on like mummy always told you” the senior OT said. “No….please…I….can’t……no” I said through the breathlessness of laughing at having my feet tickled. My other colleague had removed my other shoe and started in on me mercilessly. Alison now continued to pull my trouser’s down my legs. First to my knees then to my ankles. My two colleagues stopped tickling me to assist Alison in getting the trouser’s off my legs. I was now laid their with my top slightly up due to being dragged alone the floor moments before. This meant that it didn’t afford me it’s usual protection of concealing my knickers from public view. Alison looked at the senior OT. “The top and tights too. Now be good Helen or we’ll punish you and I think you know you won’t like that” she nodded and the tickle torture started again. I started to buck, to try to get free but couldn’t, the tickling stopped to allow Alison access to my tops buttons. She very quickly had the top one undone which reveal a glimpse of my white bra. The second button had it on show much more. You could see a small portion of each cup to the side of my cleavage. My colleague holding my arm tight to the ground reached over and re-arranged my top so that the whole bra was on show. “Hey, don’t, no, please” I begged her has she did it. Alison then turned to be able to undo the lower buttons and soon the top was undone. “Right you’ve had your fun you seen all my dirty laundry now let me up” I said. Alison looked at the senior OT for confirmation that she’d gone far enough. “Take it off” the senior OT said. Alison turned back and looked at me with a resign apologetic look. “No please, no. You’ve gone far enough” I said to the room in general hoping someone would take pity on me. I was pulled up off the floor which meant that my colleagues holding my feet had to let go. I took this opportunity to try to stand, and when I couldn’t, I just tried to kick anyone I could make contact with. The girls holding my arms pushed my top off my shoulders and down my arms. I was now feeling very exposed, and started to scream and swear, something I never do. “Stop it. Or I’ll make it far worse for you” said the senior OT. The top was pulled off and I was pushed back down. “The tights” the senior OT said to Alison and she reached for my waist. I tried to struggle. “Do you want the tickle torture again” one of the colleagues who’d so mercilessly tickled me earlier said. I stopped struggling and resigned to losing my tights. I didn’t want to be tickled because I needed to be a lady. Alison was very god at striping patients the main job of OT assistants. The tights proved no difficulty for her. I was now laid there in underwear only pined down by my arms. “Well, if you’d co-operated more I wouldn’t have to punish you. Strip her naked” the senior OT said. “Naked” said one of the girls holding my arm. Alison said, “I thought we where just going to take her to pants and bra”. “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her” the senior OT said. The girls all looked at each other and I thought I was saved. Then the looks on their faces changed to smiles and I screamed and plead with everything I had. The two girls holding my arms together grabbed my bra and pulled it up off my tits. My tits sprung out and wobbled about. I just died. What made my death so much worse was that at the same time Alison had yanked down my knickers to reveal my untrimmed black bush. It had been due a little trim for a while but I’d been so busy with all the changes in my life recently I hadn’t got around to it. The bra was pulled up off my body and over my head then up my arms and off. As the bra went that way my knickers went the other way. First to knees, then too ankles then clean off. I was now lying there completely naked panic stricken at what was to come next. The seniors comment still echoing in my ears, “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her”. I was just trying to think how to get out of it. “Okay lets see” the senior said. I had my arms pulled out from my body and my legs spread, so I was spread eagled. There for all the world to see. I noticed the senior OT looking right up between my spread legs. It was awful. “Roll her over lets see her arse” the senior said. Panic hit me. Was it clean? I was turned over and suddenly, SLAP! Some one spanked my bottom. “That sounds good I’ll give it ago” one of my colleagues said and another SLAP! Hit. There weren’t hard, they wouldn’t cause any real damage but you knew you’d been spanked. “No stop that now!” I shouted. They all laughed and Alison give me three playful little slaps. “What now?” said one of the girls holding my ankles. The senior said, “What we planned” and the girls all looked at each other. “In the nude?”, “Like this?”, “Starker’s?” came the chorus. “Why not? It’s what she said she wanted”. The senior said. “Where?” said Alison. The senior OT said, “keep hold of her I’ll be right back” and with that she collected my clothes and disappeared. I took the opportunity of her absence to try and get the girls to let me go. All my pleading got me was tickled mercilessly, then turned over so that my tits, bush, and fanny was on show as they pulled my legs apart. Alison was told to tickle me and she set too. I was in tears with laughter when the senior OT returned holding just my car keys. “I’ve move your car to the patient bay out front” she said and chuck me my keys to land on my tummy causing me to flinch. Your clothes are in the boot. The girls realised me. I grabbed my keys and got up and stood covering my body best I could. “Your not serious are you?” I asked. The senior just nodded and stood away from the door and pulled it open. I looked around the room at the gasped faces. I then looked at the senior OT her face was determined. “Oh shit” I said and just took to my heels. I bolted out of the door and turned right to run through the unit. A almighty roar went up. The unit was full of nurses, doctors, physiotherapist, porters, administrators and it seem like the entire hospital. I just died. It wasn’t just the fact that I was there running naked. But I’d dropped my arms for speed so for a moment until I realised they where there they got a good full frontal of me. I quickly covered my tits and bush. Now anyone who’s been in this situation will know that covering your bits and pieces reduces your speed. So instead of a 10 second dash to the end of the unit it was more like 20 seconds. The crowd cheering and whistling, calling out various comments. “Love the rack”, “Nice melons”, “Lovely bush”, “Nice arse” and so on. I crashed through the swing doors at the end of the unit and bolted across the reception area for the automatic doors out to the parking area. The receptionist and a few other staff stood around waiting for me cheered as I dashed across the reception area. The automatic door swished open and the cold November air hit my body with the obvious results. I saw my car and had to cross the length of one parking bay, a drive way, and then the length of my car to the door. I had to now uncover to use the keys to get in. My dash across the car park didn’t go unnoticed. Two nurses where walking down the side path, and a couple of porters where pushing some wheelchairs. The crowd inside the unit had followed me out and was now congregated around the automatic doors cheering and making a racquet. The three or four people who where just getting out or getting into their cars now looked. I’m not sure how much of a god look they got. I open the door and got in. I started the engine and put it into reverse and backed out of the parking bay with the crowd waving at me has I drove off. I just wanted to get away. But I’d gotten myself deeper into it. Has I drove slowly through the large car park heading for the opening each time I went over a speed hump my tits bounced free. I’m a 40cc. I kept passing people walking through the car park and I know that one for sure got a real good look which he committed to memory and points out from time to time when I pass him in the hospital corridors. Once on the road I realised what I was doing and just how absorbed it was. I was driving home naked. I live in a street house and would either have to get out naked and go and open my door and run in. “Oh God, the neighbours would all be arriving home from work about now.”, I thought. Then, “God, will I get parked outside my house?”. The other option was find some where to stop and get out and get my clothes. I couldn’t think of any where concealed. It would have to be home. The drive home was only about 15 minutes. I live quite close to the hospital. The roads where a mix of quiet and busy. The main road was heaving and slow moving. I think the guy in front knew I was at least topless, he kept adjusting his review to get a better look. I just blushed and died some more. Once in my street, I saw that there was someone parked outside my house. But my neighbours house was clear. I pulled in, switched off and looked around. I had to balance sitting and waiting, against being sure the coast was clear. I plucked up the courage open the door and slipped out. I closed the door quietly and walked to the back of the car by habit. This meant I was on show to my neighbours over the road for a good 10 seconds. I turned behind my car then turned back along my car to walk its full length and the full length of the car parked outside my house. This give my near neighbour a good view. Hopefully, she, her son, and her husband would be out. I looked behind to check the street has I reached to put the key in my front door. I opened it and stepped in side closing it behind me. I was stood, breathless, hands behind my back fully on show, between the inner door and the front door. I noticed the inner door was open and was just about to have the thought, ”That was closed when I left this morning. And, why isn’t the alarm bleeping” when my 15 year old daughter and the boy from next door also 15 appeared a head of me down the hall from the rear room of the house. I don’t know who was the most embarrassed. I screamed covered myself and spun around. Realising I was just finishing the job of showing my neighbours son everything and spun back around. I collected my whit and as if I arrived home naked every day walked down the hall to them. My daughter just turned and looked at Jack’s face. He was stood mouth opened taking it all in. I approached them and said “Excuse me” they parted and I walked pass them into the room. Jack turned to my daughter and said, “I hope you look that good when your 50”. “50” I thought cheeky bugger. I turned and walked across the room to the door which led to the stairs. I walked up to my bed room and got dressed. Jack told his mother, his father, the next door neighbour the other way. My daughter covered the people he missed. My neighbour one at a time approached me about my little streak and just laughed their heads off. They still rib me now. My husband even worse. He keeps asking my friend to arrange a repeat performance when he’s off to see it. My friend said she was shocked, then surprised, then just thought brilliant when she saw me come out of the bathroom naked. They’d all been told I’d be in pants and bra. She thought, has did my colleagues that I’d simple get my clothes out of my boot and get dressed. They didn’t think I’d drive home and streak half the neighbours and my family. I was a little upset about it at the time but now I look back and laugh the hardest. At how I talked myself into being striped and having to streak. You see I was the first to be initiated in the hospitals history. Well, in verifiable history as oppose to, ‘I knew this guy who told me’ History. Monday, September 26th 2005 - 02:07:21 PM |
| Name: | Erika |
| Subject: | Sue's First Time |
| Message: | I started a dreambook called yourfirsttime hope you like the stories and will tell us your first time.
Sue's First Time by Dave H. © I had been trying to get into my girlfriends Amber's pants sense we starting dating but every time I tried she would tell me it was time to go home. Today was the same thing we were making out on the couch in the basement and I had her top and bra off and was kissing and feeling her tits. She seemed to be getting hot so I started kissing her tits but as I tried to undo her pants she straighten up and said time to go home. Same as always as I was walking home thinking what a tease she was I heard someone yell my name when I looked back I saw Amber's younger sister Sue old running down the street. When she caught up to me I asked her what she wanted she said that she wanted to show me something private and could we go somewhere where we could be alone. I said we good go to my house sense my parents were working and wouldn't be home till 6 so we had 4 hours till they came home she said that would be fine. When we got their I asked her what she wanted to show me. She asked if we could go to my room so I led her to my bedroom and said now what did you want to show me. With that she pulled her T-shirt over her head and reached behind her back and undid her bra revealing a really nice and firm pair of tits to me and asked if they were as nice as her sisters. They weren't as big as Amber's but they were nice as I said to her they are lovely as I reached out and started feeling them as I felt her tits I pushed her back onto the bed and laid her down than I took off my shirt and laid beside her and started kissing her and feeling her tits as I continued feeling her tits I started kissing my way down to her breasts when I started kissing an sucking on them she started moaning, that feels so good. I could tell she was getting hot by the way she was moaning and moving her ass against my leg. So I took my hand and slid it between her legs and started rubbing her crotch. She was going nuts as I rub her crotch. She started humping my hand so I slid my hand up to the top of her jeans and started undoing her pants she just stared at me as I pulled her zipper down and started to slid her jeans off I could see that her panties were wet after I took her jeans off I started kissing her legs till I got to her crotch I spread her legs and started kissing her pussy through her panties she started moaning again saying how good that felt. Than I got on my knees between her legs and reached under her ass and starting pulling her panties off revealing her hot little pussy to me after I got them off I lowered my head to her pussy and started licking her she was squeezing my head with her thighs as she went into her first organism. When she relaxed I got up an started to insert a finger into her pussy than started pumping it in and out till she came again. Than I got up and starting to take my pants off as I was standing there in my underwear Sue was staring at the big bulge that my hard cock was making. Then I slid my underwear off revealing my 6 inch cock to her which was sticking out from my body. She sat up on the side of the that and asked if she could feel it as she reached out I step forward and she took my cock into her hand. She said it felt so hard and warm but at the same time it felt so soft. She reached beneath my cock and was feeling my balls and asked is this were your sperm is made. Yes I said, as she continued to rub my balls she asked if I was going to stick my dick into her. I said I would if she wanted me to than she laid back onto the bed and spread her legs as I got between them and grabbed my cock and pointed it at her pussy she said that she had never done it before and she was still a virgin. I told her I would be gentle with her as I pressed my cock against her virgin pussy and started to slide into her she was tight as my cock started in after I at gotten about 2 inches in I hit her cherry and pulled back telling Sue that it might hurt when I popped her cherry then I slid back in stretching her cherry but didn't break it so I backed out till the head of my cock was just inside her pussy and thrust my cock into her. Just as I thrust she pushed her ass up to meet me and I tore through her cherry taking her virginity has all of my cock slid into her. Sue had let out a scream so I just held by cock into her till she relaxed when she said that it felt better I starting fucking her slowly letting her get used to having my cock in her pussy. She looked up at me and said you won't do it in me will you sense you don't have a condom on and I'm not on the pill. I just shook my head no and kept fucking her. I had fucked a couple of girls before but had always used a condom but this felt much better having a hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Not feeling a piece of rubber between us. As I continued fucking sue she was moaning oh, oh, oh, is feels so good keep doing it so I staring fucking her faster telling her to wrap her legs around my back. I then started fucking her harder going deeper into her pussy till she had her first cock induced organism her pussy was squeezing my cock it felt so wonderful. Sue had gone limp letting her legs slide off my back as she laid their I was still fucking her when she opened her eyes and looked at me and said that was wonderful. I had slowed down but begin picking up speed as I drove my cock in and out Sue asked if I was ready to do it I told her I wasn't but it wouldn't be long she said good because she wanted for me to make her cum again. So I started slamming my cock into her I could feel the pressure in my balls starting to mount as I fucked her. She was moaning that she was going to cum when her body stiffened and she went into a full blown organism her pussy was squeezing my cock for all it was worth and her muscles in her belly was rippling asking for my seed. I felt my balls tighten and knew I was going to cum. I knew that I should pull out but my cock was doing the thinking now and their was no way I was going to pull out of her tight hot pussy. So I kept fucking till my body stiffened and I thrust into sue and delivered my first load of sperm. Sue's eyes flew opened just as my cock had swelled and jerked in her pussy she could feel my hot load shooting into her. She yelled your doing it in me your putting your sperm in my belly. As I pulled back and thrust again shooting other load of cum into her saying I couldn't stop that it felt so good. Sue just wrapped her arms around me as I continued to fill her pussy with my cum. When I was done I pulled out and their was cum stains on my cock I knew I had did a good job filling her up. Thursday, September 22nd 2005 - 01:11:58 PM |
| Name: | off the web |
| Subject: | worst date ever |
| Message: | This was on the Leno show last night (9-7-99). Jay went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had. The winner told about her first date experience. She said it was snowing and cold and the guy took her skiing. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, and truly had never met before.
The date went OK until they were coming back that afternoon. They were going along in the car and she had to pee real bad, but it was still about an hour more back to civilization. He said she should try to hold it, and she did for a while. It finally came to the point where she told him that he could either stop and let her pee beside the road, or in the front seat of his car. They stopped and she went out beside the car and pulled her pants down and started. Well, she didn't have real good balance, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. He was a real gentleman and looked the other way. When she was finished, she quickly noticed that her warm butt had stuck to the fender. Thoughts of tongues frozen to pump handle nightmares immediately came to mind and she soon realized that she had a real problem. She was thinking of every way she could to get released from his fender. He was getting a bit concerned too, and finally cried out to her asking if she was OK. Well, with a red face, she said she was freezing her butt off! She finally had to ask for assistance. Now this isn't the worst of the story, there's more to come. She took off her sweater and covered herself as good as she could and asked him to came around to see if he could help. After the laughter subsided, they assessed the situation. They had a real problem. They agreed that they needed something warm to melt her butt off of the fender. Thinking about the pee that she just sprinkled on the ground made her think that pee is about the only thing that they had that could get her free. Well, after exploring every other possible solution, she looked the other way, and so did he, and proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender. The rest of the trip home there wasn't much conversation. True story. Wednesday, September 21st 2005 - 08:48:23 PM |
| Name: | w |
| E-mail address: | w |
| Subject: | Initiation Stories - Nurse Style |
| Message: | Loved reading the stories on workplace initiations. My neighbour is a nurse and has eventually "spilled the beans" on some of their outrageous initiations.
They are usually taken to the large baths where they have the choice to be put in fully clothed, in their underwear, or naked. Liz was hijacked at her ward, she knew this would happen soon after starting but did not expect the crowd to be mixed and so large. Everyone available in the hospital crowded round her as she was lifted on to a trolley. She was fastened securely by straps to her arms and legs and wheeled off in the direction of the bath room. Just before her last turn into the room the nurses rom her own ward directed the trolley into the large linen room and closed the door. One of the senior nurses explained that once in the room the water would be freezing and the tradition for their ward was that since there were so many guys spectating all her nurses forfeited their bra so that the guys could see their nipples through the uniform, there was little option here basically agree to remove your bra or we will remove it for you. Her straps were loosened and Liz reluctantly agreed and removed her bra. Firm hands pushed her back onto the trolley and the straps were tightened again, her bra was then hung over one of the stirrup stands at the end of the trolley. Next to her amazement the straps holding her legs were loosened and six pairs of experienced hands expertly lifted her up and her tiny pants were quickly removed and hung on the other stirrup. She was embarrassed but at the same time relieved still to be wearing her uniform as all the taunts for the previous week had painted several pictures of various humiliating situations nurses are the most devious set of workmates to have. She was wheeled into a packed room with doctors, hospital porters and nurses from most wards in the hospital, surely this was going to be over with quick. She felt that everyone seemed to be in on a secret and the cheering was probably for the underwear on display and the obvious fact that she was naked under the uniform. Her straps were losened again and about 12 nurses 6 on each side lifted her clear of the trolley and carried her with ceremony over to the ice cold bath. The room was going crazy with shouting and cheering then........STOP. The Head Nursing Officer stepped into the room and demanded to know what was going on, the senior nurses explained that this was Liz's initiation bath and that it was just good "clean" fun. The Nursing Officer said she could see that but it was against hospital practice to damage any hospital property and that included uniforms. Liz's heart raced and dropped to the floor at the same time as she realised what the secret was, this was a stitch up or rather a stitch off as the nurses were "ordered" to remove Liz's uniform and continue with the initiation. Liz was helpless it took them about 8 seconds to pull her uniform off her helpless naked body and the room went beserk. She was unceremoniously dumped into the water as everyone stayed well out the way of splashing. The water was absolutely freezing and she knew quickly when she got out she would be on full display but realised that this was something that all her colleagues had been through and that they had all ben display naked so got up twirled stepped from the bath and took a bow. Everyone in the room applauded and cheered. She was then lifted soaken wet and strapped back on the trolley, covered with a thin bedsheet and slowly driven round the wards of the hospital. She noticed that predictably her bra and panties were no longer on the stirrups but just at this moment that was the least of her worries. Most nurses who missed the show sprayed the sheet with water and it bacame more and more see through as she was driven round the hospital back to her ward. Throughout all the teasing and taunting none of this trip or the stripping had been mentioned so she was now at the mercy of an initiation which had ben kept a closely guarded secret. Arriving back at the ward she was told that there were two more parts to the initiation but just to lie back and relax for the first part as it did not involve any more public nudity. The trolley was manovereved back into the nurses canteen rest area and the sheet removed she was shivering with cold and a sense of anticipation what was going to happen next? Her legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups,it was the explained that the last part was merely a formality she was going to be "stamped" with the ward stamp to prove that she was fully initiated and a fully fledged member of the ward staff. The ward sister would have to do the honours but there was a problem! traditionally the ward would stamp the ward stamp on the nurses pubic area but withh all that hair there they would have to make a space. A colleague brought over a small tray which Liz recognised immediately, she was going to shaved. With little choice and no chance of stopping them Liz lay absolutely still and pleaded with them as they slowly lathered her and shaved her pubic hair completley off. Sister stamped the freshly shaved area and Liz was then freed at last from her straps. The changing room was next door so a quick dash to get dried and dressed was in order. All her colleagues followed her in and cuddled her and congratulated her on being a credit to the ward and being such a good sport. With absence of any underwear still Liz quickly got dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt ready for the promised celebration drink over in the pub which the hospital used as a regular haunt. Nurses like any excuse to celebrate so there was plenty of people from the afternoon there to wish her well and Liz felt really proud to be a member of such a good bunch of workmates. They still had a couple of hours to go until the evening shift finished so they started drinking straight away. Liz did not have to buy any drinks at all strangers from the afternoon show came over and bought drinks for her all night. She is not a huge drinker so she shared them with the ward nurses there and she does'nt reckon they spent a thing the whole night. Liz was the star of the evening and all her worried faded away as she was welcomed into the hospital staff proper. Around 9.45pm the evening shift came over, the night shift had come in early to let away and they immediately started to try and make up for lost time. Even the ward sister was there celebrating Liz was begining to see a different side to all her colleagues. After about half an hour someone suggested a ward photograph, so Liz being the star and centre of attraction was placed in the middle with her arms over the shoulders of two of her colleagues. There were quite a few on this ward and there was another row behind her and she was aware of them pushing in on her. The group was standing with it's back to the rest of the bar and facing into a little alcove which was just big enough for the fifteen or so nurses from the ward. Liz was relaxed as she thought her initiation was over until the ward sister said that they would be having the normal proof of initiation photograghs the stamp of approval must be in the photogragh . At that point Liz's hands were firmly grasped and held up over the shoulders of the girls next to her,her belt was undone for her jeans and they were unbuttoned by anonymous fingures from behind her and pulled down and over her ankles, her sweatshirt was easily removed and once again she was naked but this time nobody else in the bar could see. Magically her underwear appeared on the table and after a quick photograph she was sheilded by her colleagues as she got dressed in double quick time. That was it and it was all over, now that it was done she started to hear some of the stories from other hospitals and how a stuck up bitch from that ward was abandoned with no clothing after the photoshoot in the pub. She had no end of choice of willing samaritans that night but do you really need to go home wearing only a doctors white coat? Wednesday, September 21st 2005 - 12:22:15 PM |
| Name: | Dan |
| Subject: | Good Story - Babysitter's Bikini Bondage |
| Message: | Here's a good one I found on another dreambook site I found (URL is referenced below). All credit due the author "Tom" and to the site creator Charlie B.
-------------------------------------------------- I was my kid sister's babysitter back in 1976. I was 17 and little squirt was 11. I was working at a restaurant and was going to a friends house after work. Mom and Dad were gone for the weekend at the beach. Teresa was being watched by Mary, who was 16 and someone I'd known for all her life. I had began to notice Mary a few years before. She was 5' 2" blond hair to her butt and had a nice set of tits growing. For most of our life I looked at her as another little sister, but that was all changing now. Earlier that day before I went to work I showed Mary some trick handcuffs I had. I gave her the key then I had her handcuff me with my hands behind my back. Mary got excited when she had me handcuffed and told me she wanted to finished the job as soon as she found some rope. I was wearing sweatpants and she pulled them down, spanked me once on the butt and left my room saying she would be right back. The handcuffs had a lever on them so you could release them without a key. I got out of them and pulled up my pants and waited for Mary to return. She walked in the room with my little sister and a hand full of rope. I grabbed Mary and held her hands to her side, then kissed her on the lips and laughed. I told her they were trick handcuffs and showed her how they worked. But I had to get to work so I couldn't play anymore. Now while I was at work, Teresa called me and told me that Mary kept using the handcuffs on her and tying her up. I told her to use the handcuffs on Mary and use some duct tape over the levers so she couldn't get out. So Mary took Teresa to my bedroom where I had a large iron bed with head and foot boards of scrolling iron work. A very stout bed. Mary had Teresa lay on my bed and place her hands over her head through the iron bars. Then Teresa handcuffed Mary and told her she wanted to tie her up before she tried to escape. That was OK with Mary since she knew how to get out of the handcuffs. Then Teresa tie Mary with her legs spread and feet tied to either side of the rails at the foot. Then blindfolded Mary with a scarf and put duct tape on her mouth for a gag. Next Teresa taped the levers on the handcuffs and wrapped tape around Mary's hands so above and below the handcuffs her wrist and hands were taped together. My friend who I was going to spend the night with got into some sort of trouble, so we couldn't do it. I returned home to find Mary tied to my bed. Teresa told me if I gave her $10.00 she would go to the store and not be back for and hour. I pulled the tape off of Mary's mouth and told her she was now my prisoner and asked her if she remembered pulling down my pants. She said she was sorry but I said she gave me an idea on what to do to her. Mary was wearing a string bikini and I untied her top and bottoms. Then started by tickling her when she arched her back I slid a pillow under her butt. This pushed her pelvis up and exposed her to me. When I stopped tickling her I started touching and fingering her till she climaxed. I kept her like that for most of the night. She had many climaxes and was very hot and sweaty. Before I let her go, I made her agree to be my sex slave when ever I wanted. She said she had been in love with me for the last year and would do anything I want her to do. It was a great three years that followed. Friday, September 16th 2005 - 06:00:54 PM |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/charlieb52/babysitters.html |
| Name: | emily |
| Subject: | the princess and the pee |
| Message: | During my junior year in high school, I had a part in a school play. My character was a fairy princess, and my costume was basically just glittery leotards. As with any leotards, I couldn't wear anything underneath them, and I'd have to pull the whole thing down to my ankles in order to use the restroom. Needless to say, this made bathroom breaks very awkward, so I'd usually try to drink as little as possible on performance days. Unfortunately, though, I broke my own rule at the worst possible time -- during the final performance. That last performance was "The Big Day" -- the day on which teachers, students, parents, siblings, and other family members would all be in attendance.
To celebrate the event, our theater teacher brought us cake and soft-drinks beforehand. And because I'm an idiot who can't resist free stuff, I ended up drinking several sodas shortly before the start of the play. While giving my performance, I could feel the pressure building in my bladder, but somehow I thought that I'd be able to hold it in until the end. By act 3, though, I was in serious pain, and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. During a brief section in which my character wasn't on stage, I took the opportunity to hurry to the nearest bathroom...but it was occupied! At that point, I was a second away from peeing in my leotards. There was no way I could wait any longer, so I desperately began searching for an unoccupied room in which I could relieve myself. Just behind the stage, I found a small, dark, dusty storage room. In my desperation, it seemed like the perfect place for me. So I went into a corner and pulled my leotards down to my ankles. Before I could begin peeing, though, I realized that I was at risk of splashing urine on my costume, so I pulled my leotard off entirely, and tossed them onto a nearby chair. (I was now totally naked.) I thought I'd finally have a chance to pee, but before I could start, I heard someone approaching. It was my theater teacher, and he was saying, "Emily! Where the hell are you?! It's almost time for you to go back onstage!" It sounded like he was about to enter the room. At this point, my fear, my embarrassment, and the pain in my bladder had completely addled my thinking. Nearby, there was a door to what I thought was a closet. Somehow, I thought that I'd be able to hide in there until my teacher left. So I opened the door and rushed through...but it wasn't a closet. I was now ON THE STAGE! As soon as I saw the rows and rows of people staring at me, I completely froze, and my mind went blank. I could not move, or think, or even breathe. I didn't even have enough sense to run away or cover myself. I just stood there completely exposed, and I was vaguely aware of shocked gasps and murmurs coming from the audience. At that point, my poor bladder just couldn't take it any more, and I began peeing. As I write this, I can feel a sense of numb horror as I remember that experience. Everyone was staring at me, and I was totally, totally, naked...with my own urine running uncontrollably down my legs. I could faintly hear someone in the audience saying, "Is she...pissing on herself? Oh my God, she is!" The gasps and murmurs became much louder. I don't really know what happened after that, because I fainted. From then on, I was the laughing stock of the school. Thursday, September 15th 2005 - 12:01:40 PM |
| Name: | isabella |
| Subject: | subway streak - part 3 |
| Message: | Here's more of my ordeal at Three Monkeys and for those who keep asking NO! I don't enjoy this.... It's the worst feeling in the world....
I staggered forward, trying to ignore the taunts and laughter of the 20 or 30 people gathered in the pool room as I made my way across to the next room, where several college age looking people were already gathering at the doorway to see what all the hoopla was about. Their startled gasps and looks of shock at seeing a stark naked young woman padding toward them soon turned to laughter as well and my ears were ringing. I clumsily tried to cover as much of myself as I could and kept my eyes downcast, blinking back tears as I moved forward. I wish I could say that I was numb to what was happening. I wish I could have stepped outside myself, but instead it was like all my senses were on red alert. I could feel the grimy floor under my bare feet, I could feel my legs trembling so hard I thought my knees would start knocking. I could feel the little jiggle in my bottom with each step and the slight bounce of my breasts and the cool air moving across my skin. And most of all I could feel what seemed like a thousand eyes crawling over every pore of my body, making the hairs on my neck stand up and, most embarrassing, my nipples erect. The crowd in the doorway parted enough for me to pass through, but just barely. I quickly discovered it's hard to avoid eye contact with people less than a foot away especially when they're leaning in toward your face, laughing and making comments like "Hello, darling, nice costume!" and "Whoo, baby! Why are trying to hide them titties?" I moved between the ping pong tables, desperately trying to remember which way the door to the stairs was located and dodging the people that kept popping up in my path. I still had one arm over my chest and the other hand splayed across my crotch trying to keep it covered but I knew it was pointless. "Nice toe nail polish sweetie," a pretty blond woman said, her face contorted in laughter. "What shade of red is that? It's almost as red as your face!" This last statement was practically shouted and got the result she was obviously seeking, more humiliating laughter and taunts from all around me. I desperately threw a glance back over my shoulder, but couldn't see Tonya, Carrie or any of the other girls. I was basically on my own surrounded by strangers and felt literally as helpless as a new born baby. A naked baby! I spotted the door to the stairs and started to head that way, still trying to keep my face down when my path was suddenly blocked by a teen-age girl, about 16 or 17 years old, who was holding a ping pong paddle and eyeing me with a wicked grin. "Sorry, darling, but I'm afraid this exit has a toll fee," she said, slapping the paddle against her palm. "P-p-please, I just need to get by," I stammered. "I just l-l-lost a bet, that's all." She laughed. "I can see that, Lady Godiva. But that's not my problem. My problem is collecting a penalty fee for all streakers trying to pass through this door." Slapping the paddle again, she smirked, "Guess what the penalty is?" I could feel tears rolling down my burning cheeks as I shook my head. "I don't know." Twirling her finger in the air, she said, "Turn around. Bend over. And reach for those pretty little toes of yours. This will only take a minute." With her last remark, more laughter exploded all around me. I gave her a pleading look, biting my lip, but she just continued smirking at me. "Now, lady!" she snapped. "Unless you want us to call the cops and get you arrested for indecent exposure in front of minors!" Waves of humiliation swept over me as I blushingly turned and leaned forward, focusing my eyes on my toes which were gripping the game room floor. I moved my hands down until they grasped my ankles and could feel the skin of my buttocks tightening even as the girl braced her hand on the small of my back to balance herself. I felt her rub the smooth wood of the paddle across my bottom and then I heard a slight "whoosh" sound and then there was a loud "WHACK" and suddenly it felt like my right butt cheek had been stung by bees! I gritted my teeth and was determined not to make a sound, but my courage faltered by the fourth swat and the fifth and sixth spanks caused me to gasp and whimper and the tears started flowing. "Hey, Steve!," I heard a male voice shout behind me. "Come check it out. They're paddling some naked chick!" I could hear lots of movement behind me as the crowds in both rooms jockeyed for the best position to watch me get a bare bottom paddling. I tried not to start sobbing, but the one thought that kept going through my mind was how this could have happened! It was supposed to be Tonya being humiliated and running through the club naked, not me!!! And now here I was, a 27-year-old professional paralegal, getting spanked by a teenage girl in front of God knows how many leering witnesses. I wanted to just die.... My appointed punisher landed two more solid spanks, one on each cheek, which caused me to lift up on my toes and sob loudly, and then mercifully she was done. "Ok, sweet cheeks or should I say pink cheeks, you can go," she said. I immediately rose up and threw my hands back to rub the stinging out of my poor bottom, oblivious to the full frontal view such a move afforded to the dozens of people in front of me. At least, I was oblivious until the applause and taunts about my breasts and my pubic hair started. Covering myself again, I lunged through the door and down the stairs, almost knocking over several startled couples who were coming up the stairs. I took the steps two at a time, my bare feet slapping the wooden steps as I went. My ears were ringing. My legs were shaking so it was hard to keep from falling down. The next landing outside the piano bar was also full of people so I just burst through them into the room. It was more dimly lit, with candles at each table, so for half a second I thought that might make it easier, but my entrance was immediately greeted with shouts and cheers and laughter and shocked expressions. There was no doubt my state of undress was readily visible to everyone in the room. I bolted through the tables, trying to ignore the sea of faces dancing in the candlelight and jumped up on the stage where the startled musicians stumbled backwards out of my way. I didn't know if Tonya or the others were watching, but was terrified of failing in any part of the dare and facing additional consequences, so I obediently jumped up and down on the stage, my boobs bouncing to the delight of the crowd. My legs were still shaking so hard, I had to steady myself against the bass player, a big fat guy who looked as embarrassed as me at first, but then he reached down and swatted my bottom. I yelped because my butt was still stinging from my paddling earlier. That brought more laughter from the faces in front of me and then things got worse. I started recognizing some of the faces! There was Clay, a local attorney I dealt with fairly regularly, who was watching with a mixture of surprise and lust while his petite little wife was giving me go to hell looks! I saw a girl who worked at the hair salon where I get my hair done, who was laughing hysterically and shaking her head. I just knew she would tell everyone at the salon which meant I could never show my face there again! There were a couple of guys I recognized from the gym I used to go to. Glad I let my membership lapse since I could never go there again either. I fought back tears as I jumped off the stage and padded into the cigar room next door, which naturally, was standing room only and mostly men! "Well, hello, darling!," one grinning, bald guy said. "Can we help you?" I wanted to crawl under one of the sofas which lined the walls of the room, but instead I moved toward the bald guy and asked for his cigar. I was amazed at how calm my voice sounded since my heart was pounding like a jackhammer and my face felt like it would burst into flame! "Sure, babe," he said, and handed it to me. I took one puff, intending not to inhale, but I was so nervous I sucked harder than I meant to and ended up having a coughing fit. I cringe to this day when I think how I must have looked, completely naked and coughing. My breasts, with my still erect nipples, shaking violently. I turned and headed toward the stairs again, but not before I heard one of the few women in there, a black headed, buxom beauty, loudly comment, "She was kinda cute, guys! I especially like that little pink backside of hers. Kinda makes me want to spank her myself!" Shaking with shame, I bounded down the steps again and right into a crowd of women walking up. I knew them all! They worked at the circuit clerk's office where I went to file stuff practically every day. I froze in my tracks and was so shocked I didn't even cover up! I was standing there completely naked as they suddenly realized who I was.... Friday, September 9th 2005 - 10:57:24 AM |
| Name: | isabella |
| Subject: | subway streak part 2 |
| Message: | After my naked appearance at Subway and the bare bottom spanking I got from Tonya, I expected a considerable amount of teasing at work and I wasn't disappointed. Tonya especially took a great deal of pleasure in constantly bringing up my night of shame. The really bad thing was that there were photos!
One of the office girls had taken several shots with her digital camera, including shots of my spanking at the rest stop with painfully vivid images of both my blushing red face and my equally red bottom, and there were several camera photo shots taken at the Subway which supposedly have been making the rounds on the Internet. The photos my co-worker took were, of course, downloaded and shared by everyone in the office, including the male workers. Tonya even started using one of the spanking photos as her wallpaper! So anyone who came to her desk saw me naked, draped over Tonya's lap while she is slapping my bare ass with this gleeful look on her face. I begged and pleaded for her to take it down, but she refused and our boss wouldn't make her. He thought it was funny too! Needless to say, my desire for revenge against Tonya has occupied my every waking moment since and I started to formulate a plan to get even. I should have just sucked it up and let it go, but unfortunately for my pride (and... sob... my poor bottom), I couldn't do that. I wish I could tell you I pulled off the perfect revenge plot, but then Tonya would be the one writing this and not me..... Sniffle.... I had recruited another of the girls in the office, Carrie, to help me because she seemed sympathetic to my plight. She said she had always resented Tonya's attitude and thought she deserved some serious payback! She grilled me about any skills or activities I was good at that I could challenge Tonya with and I told her I was pretty good at shooting pool. We arranged for the whole gang to meet up at this place called "Three Monkeys," which had a fancy restaurant on the first floor, a piano bar/cigar lounge on the second floor and a large room with pool tables, ping pong, shuffleboard, etc. on the top floor. It was one of the most popular and busiest places in town most of the time and we ended up there on a Saturday night when all three floors were packed! Thinking it was going to be Tonya humiliated, I was thrilled to see how crowded it was but I would live to regret it. We soon fell into a game of pool and I held back and acted like I couldn't play that well while Tonya seemed to hold her own. As I had hoped, Tonya soon started teasing me about my pool ability and mocking me when I missed. As I had planned, I challenged her to a game and boasted I would kick her ass. "There you go again," she said. "You would think your little Subway strip tease would have taught you some humility." It was now or never, I thought, and taking a deep breath I proposed another bet. We would play cutthroat and every time the other player sank one of your balls, you had to remove an item of clothing. The first one to lose all their clothes had to streak the bar. Carrie piped in and stressed that the loser had to streak the ENTIRE club, meaning she would run around the pool tables, through the other game room, down the stairs and through the piano bar where she had to jump up on the stage beside the musicians and then go through the cigar room where she had to ask one of the patrons if she could have a puff of his or her cigar. Then she had to go down to the first floor and go through all three dining rooms before finally going to the back alley where one of the gang would give her clothes back. The loser would literally be naked in front of hundreds of people!!! Tonya hesitated briefly, but then agreed to the bet. Shaking her head, she just looked at me and said, "I guess you're just anxious to show everyone your goodies again!" I just shrugged, but inside I was laughing at the image of Tonya, red-faced and probably crying, having to be naked in front of all those people! I was almost giddy with excitement as we racked up the balls for the match. I made one of Tonya's balls in on the break and she kicked her sandals off. "Shoes count as one," she said. I was a little taken aback since I probably would have let her get away with just one shoe, but didn't say anything. That just meant she'd be naked sooner. Deciding not to act like an amateur anymore, I moved in for the kill and sank two more of her balls in rapid order. She promptly removed her blouse to reveal a tank top underneath and then removed her belt. "I guess I'll allow the belt," I said. "You'll be losing the rest soon enough." But then I missed my next shot. Tonya just smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Sorry, darling. My turn now. Hope it's warm enough in here for you." Feeling a little nervous at her confidence, I just shrugged again. "I'm not the one who needs to be worried." But my prediction was a little premature as Tonya proceeded to sink four of my balls with rapid fire precision. She paused to allow me to catch up with my required disrobing and I quietly removed my shoes and socks. "Do socks count separate?," I asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. "Sure, why not?," she said. Standing there barefoot, I removed my blouse and belt and was standing there in my sports bra and jeans with panties underneath. Suddenly, I was wishing I had worn more clothing. Especially when she promptly sank another of my balls. Feeling like the floor was moving underneath me like I was on a ship in a storm, I looked to Carrie for help and saw she was grinning ear to ear. "Oops. Did I forget to mention Tonya was a former state billiards champion? My bad." Tonya smiled at me. "Your choice, baby doll. Jeans or bra?" My fingers trembling, I unzipped my jeans and slid them down, suddenly aware we had attracted a crowd of about 20 onlookers who saw me remove my blouse and surmised there was a little strip pool going on. As I stepped out of my pants, I was greeted with wolf whistles, applause and humiliating laughter. I knew I had been had, but still hoped Tonya would miss and I would be able to rally on sheer terror and adrenaline alone. But, alas, I never got the chance. Banking the cue ball off the side, Tonya sank two of my balls with one shot! The crowd started cheering and taunting me as Tonya quickly sank my last two balls and stood there triumphantly. "Gosh, Izzy, I do believe that's all your balls... and all your clothes!" My face burning, I looked around and briefly thought about just making a run for the door, but knew the crowd wouldn't let me. It was plain to see they were ready to see some skin. Unfortunately, it was my skin and they were about to see every inch of it! I bit my lip and fought back tears which were threatening to burst out of my eyes at any second. I gave Tonya a pleading look, but her smirk told me I would receive no mercy there. Finally, I reached up and unclasped my bra and let my breasts spring free, which prompted even more taunting from the crowd. "Yeah, baby, let's see those tits!," a male voice said, making me cringe. Followed by a female voice which sneered, "Wasn't really worth the wait, was it? Maybe you should put them back and let them grow some more." Standing there topless in just my panties, I was focused on the immediate humiliation of Tonya's victory and the crowd witnessing my debasement, but as I reluctantly reached my fingers into the waistband of my panties and started to slide them down, the full impact of my situation hit home. In just a few moments, I was going to be walking (or more likely running in sheer terror) through a three-story club packed with hundreds and hundreds of people, all fellow residents of the town I called home. And I was going to be totally, completely, head to toe, bare ass NAKED for all of them to see. This was the Subway nightmare multiplied a hundred-fold. As I stepped out of my panties, I stood up and immediately covered my breasts and crotch with my hands, prompting a new onslaught of laughter and jeers from the amused onlookers. "Suddenly she's shy," an older woman said, shaking her head in disgust. I was seriously considering crawling under the pool table to hide, but Tonya grabbed me by the elbow and started pushing me across the room, my bare feet sliding on the hardwood floor. "Come on, sweet cheeks," she said, reaching down to pat my bottom. "Time to move those cute little buns of yours. There are A LOT of people who will be thrilled to see you, I'm sure." I stumbled forward and moved toward the other side of the room, blushing from head to toe.... Friday, September 9th 2005 - 10:56:31 AM |
| Name: | erik |
| Subject: | The beach my first story |
| Message: | The beach
I’m a male from Holland so I hope my English isn’t to bad. This story happened during our holyday in Denmark. I went to the beach to take some pictures off the ship passing by. It was a nice and sunny day but not really that hot. So there where not so many people on the beach. Just some mothers with there children playing in the surf and some teens laying around catching some sun. Just a 50 or 60 meters from the place I’m sitting two girls somewhere in there twenties are laying in the sun. After 20 minutes one off them is coming to me and asks if I’m taking pictures of them. I explain that I’m just taking pictures off the sea and the ship going by. I tell her that I’m a amateur photographer and that I like to take images off ship on the sea or on rivers. As a joke I say “But if you want to I can take pictures off the two of you. By the way these teens where topless. I didn’t think they would let me. But to my surprise she saying “That’s not so bad idea if I get the photo’s, but I would heave to ask my friend” So she leaves and talk’s to her friend . Then she puts up her thumb to let me know her friend agrees. When I get to there towels thy say they would like there pictures taken if I will send them a copy. That’s fin with me. I have my own darkroom (for developing pictures). So its no problem to make an other set. We exchange email and addresses so we can stay in touch and I can send them the photo’s. I tell them I have 6 pictures on this roll off film and 24 on a new one. So we can take 30 pictures. We start off with some portrait pictures and some off the girls laying on there belly. We have taken about 10 pictures when a friend arrives. She a bit younger than the other two girl. I think she’s early twenties max maybe she wasn’t even past 20 jet. She’s wearing a bikini. They want to do a shot off the three off them. So I tell them to make a line and putt the arms around each others shoulders so there heads are really close. We I look thru the camera to take the picture there is one problem. I have to girl with bare shoulders and one with bikini straps. Because this picture is a close up from the face and just the top off the shoulders this looks strange because you just see a small part off the straps and not the rest off the bikini. So I asked her to lower her straps. She hesitated a bit but when I told her that she would only have to lower the straps off her shoulder and that she could keep the top on she did it. So I was shouting pictures off two topless teens and now we have a third a bit more shy. But by now I was wondering what as under that top. We did some single shots. I liked one in particular. The girls turned there back a bit to the camera covering there breast with there hand s like they where trying to hide it. For the next shot they laid down on there belly’s again, but just lifted there upper body a bit leaning on there elbows. When I wanted to take the shot I told them we had the same problem as before. We had to naked backs and one dressed. She was a bit shocked at first but after some words from her friend s she slowly took off her bikini top and showed us her fine breast. They where really nice not to big but they fit her body. It’s strange the way breast are no big deal if girls are topless the whole time but when they are taking some clothes off it’s something completely different. I took the shot and a shot off them running thru the surf topless. We sat down to talk some. The talk became a bit naughtier fast. So I old them to bad we didn’t meat on a nudist beach. They laughed about it. Then one off the girls told me that a lot off beaches in Denmark are nude tolerated. So nude and clothed just share the beach. We continued to take pictures an other one I liked where pictures off couples the one standing in front off the other and the one in the back was holding (lifting) the breast off the one in front. The with only 5 pictures to go we sat down again. I told them I have only 5 pictures left so we can do 3 single shots and two group shots. With me knowing that nudity was allowed on the beach and having three topless girls around all day. I was eager to know what they looked like nude. I asked them if they wanted to take the last pictures nude. I never shot complete nude girls before but there has to be one first for everything. Reluctantly they agreed the younger one made me promise her that I didn’t take any pictures off her bottom part. Only when she cover it with her hands or something ells. I did and they started to strip. The first to get naked was one off the older two she was completely shaven. The other older girl proved to be a natural blond with a small trip of hair. At last the youngest one took the bottom part off and showed us a lot off dark brown hair. First I took picture off the girls standing just there natural way. The first was the blond girl. She stout tall with her hands down her side looking over the ocean. The second girl turn her back at me showing her nice firm ass and looking over her shoulder turning hr back a bit just showing the side off her breast. Last was the young girl she faced me and I waited till she covered up with her hand down in front off her. We had two pictures on the film. They where meant to be group shots. The first was one off three girls in a row covering the top part with one hand and the bottom with the other. You can’t really see anything in the picture but it really great. The last was more daring. I tolled the girls to sit in a line behind each other like a little train. With there legs spread to the front. With the sand brushed smooth between the legs of the first girl it was quit a site. There was a little talk among the girls about who was going to be in front. In the end the bald girl was going to be first and then the blond and the young girl last. So it was quit a view between the spread leg. I thing she didn’t even think about what I saw thru the lens of the camera. That was the last picture. I hope we stay in touch. Maybe this will be a start off something great. erik Tuesday, August 30th 2005 - 07:29:19 AM |