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STORIES 51 - 75
humiliating revenge by not telling
Embarrassed by cousin and friends by Kristy
Girl Next Door by Naughty Boy
Joanna and I by Some guy
Unconventional Birthday Party by Andreangel
Humiliated in Briefs by Epluribus Funum
Cheerleader Initiation by Epluribus Funum
Devious Minds - Part 2 by Trisha Hardly
Devious Minds by Trisha Hardly
Sara's Comeuppance, Part 5 (Final) by CliffHangar
Sara's Comeuppance, Part 4 by CliffHangar
Sara's Comeuppance, Part 3 by CliffHangar
Sara's Comeuppance, Part 2 by CliffHangar
kiss my ass part 2 by ryan
My experience by Katie
Sara's Comeuppance, Part 1 by CliffHangar
Sara's Comeuppance - Prologue by CliffHangar
kiss my ass by Ryan
Twisted Sister by breadfan
Rachel's Morning 3 (Final) by Spor-adic
Rachel's Morning 2 by Spor-adic
Undercover Cops (Part 1) by Adriana
Undercover Cops (Part 2) by Adriana
Stripped and Shaved by Susie
Sister's revenge by JAC
STORIES 26 - 50
4 girls got stripped by Ryan
play fight with sister by jessica
Rachel's Morning by Spor-adic
strip fight by wd
Stripped in the jeep by DW
exam by chad
Medical Exam by Tom C
physical by visitor
Humiliating by Tanya
Tricked and Stripped by Dave
Prank on stuckup sister by JAC
REVENGE ON A DOBBER (found this gem on the net) by Kirk
Get Yer Kit Off, Part 5 (epilogue) by CliffHangar
Get Yer Kit Off, Part 4 by CliffHangar
Get Yer Kit Off, Part 3 by CliffHangar
Stripped in school by Brittany
Get Yer Kit Off, Part 2 by CliffHangar
Get Yer Kit Off, Part 1 by CliffHangar
Me vs. Jean, Part 2 by CliffHangar
Me vs. Jean, Part 1 by CliffHangar
Pushed Out 2 by Joshua
Queen of the world part 2 by #1FAN
My Brother’s Baggies by Alaya
Humiliating sorority hazing by Nan
The Queen of The World by #1FAN
STORIES 1 - 25
Jess's adventure chapters 4 + 5 by Mysterious the 1st
Jess's adventure chapter 3 by Mysterious the 1st
Jess's adventure chapter 2 by Mysterious the 1st
Most Embarrassing Childhood Moment by janee
Play-fighting by Alex
Mean Girls by Shyboy
Jess's adventure by Mysterious the 1st
Jumped in the Dorm by Kevin James
Japan hot spring story by Falael
Skinny Dipping in Fla by Janie
View From The Window by Poster
Tricked by Triana6
Punished by Step Mom (xxx) by Alyssa
Stripped by a Prefect by Lizzy
Weird Brother Tales by Aime
Becky's Pool Adventure - Part 6 by Bad Girl Spanker
Humiliated by another girl by Loren
losing and being humiliated by SW1
Mardi Gras 2005 by Anna
Becky's Pool Adventure - Part 5 by Bad Girl Spanker
Chole Gillian's Friend Teenage Experiences y Chloe
Pushed Out by Joshua
Sibling Rivalry: White & Lacy by MFSBDB
Becky and the Anderson School for Defiant Girls by Bad Girl Spanker
Terry Scalia (by obo from literotica.com) by Shyboy
| Name: | not telling |
| Subject: | humiliating revenge |
| Message: | In high school there was a girl that I had a major feud with. We would always do things to embarrass each other. I always had the upper hand though because I was more popular, and had more friends and was prettier. I constantly reminded her of this and tried to make her time at school miserable. The worst thing I did to her was pull her pants down in gym class in front of all the boys. Her panties came down too and everybody saw her. She was really embarrassed, but the best thing was that I never got in trouble because I did it when the teacher got called out of the gym for a minute.
In May of my junior year she invited me to spend the day with her. I was like “hell no” but she got my mom involved claiming that she was trying to burry the hatchet and to be friends. So my mom made me go. It turned out that it was her 13 year old brother’s birthday and he had 4 friends over and I was there to keep my new “friend” company. We were going tubing on a lake and I had no bathing suit. So like a good friend she let me borrow one. I had never been tubing so I didn’t know that the loose two-piece was not a good idea. We are on the boat and after all the boys have their turn tubing I get on. The girl’s parents tell me to hold on tight and don’t let go. So I am holding on tight when her dad driving the boat starts going really fast until I fall off. I get dragged under water and when I surface I realize that I lost the bikini bottoms. The boat circles back and I say “Don’t look I lost the bottoms!” The girl and her mom start laughing. Then the girl says for me to get into the boat. I was like “No, everyone will see me.” They say that they have all day and that this was payback for all the stuff I had done to her Without a choice I climb on board naked from the waist down. All the boys are staring and cheering while I go to the front of the boat to get my shirt. To put it on I had to stop covering up with my hands and some of the boys took pictures. Then the girls dad says he didn’t think the boys mind seeing me naked and he would make sure I got I copy of their pictures. To make matters worse my shirt was really short and nobody would lend me a towel so I had to pull the front down to hide my privates which showed my entire bare backside. The girl’s moms tells me that I am a horrible person and that I deserve more revenge. With that said she pins my hands back and pulls up my shirt revealing my completely naked bottom half again. Then she starts spanking my bare bottom. After like 20 spanks she says that she hopes I have learned my lesson. The next three hours I spent trying to cover my front but I know the boys saw and got pictures of everything because I had to rub the sting out of my naked rear end. I wasn’t even allowed to sit down for the whole time so my butt was on display quite a lot, even to a few other boats that came near us. Every so often the girl’s dad would smack my bare butt saying that he thought it was cute and that I could come tubing anytime. The girl’s brother and his friends even slapped my ass when the parents weren’t looking and constantly teased me about seeing me naked and getting pictures. |
| Name: | Kristy |
| E-mail address: | kristy506@aol.com |
| Subject: | Embarrassed by cousin and friends |
| Message: | I've never liked my cousin who is 5 years and a male even before this happened. He's a brat, my mom loves him more than me, and he’s over almost every month. So one time he came over with a bunch of his stupid friends and I was having a bad day so I was pissed off by this. So about 4:00 and I was in the kitchen eating a snack before supper, and when I got done and headed back to my room I found my cousin max and 3 of his friends in their going threw my stuff! I told them all to get out but they only laughed at me and told me to get out. So I went over to my cousin, grabbed him by the hair and threw him out. He started crying and my mom came rushing in to see what was up. She demanded to know what had happened and he said that I had just beaten him up for no reason! I tried to tell her otherwise but of course she beloved him. I couldn’t believe how angry she was over this. She grabbed me buy my wrist and pulled me in the room and shut the door. She said, "You know better than to pick on little kids, but you did it any way, and know I’m going to have to punish you for it." After that she put me on her lap and started spanking me! She hadn't done that since I was Max’s age. After about 20 spanks she asked me if I would say sorry to max and his friends! Of course I said no and that it was Max’s fault in the first place. She didn’t like that and without a word she brought me to my feat, pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles and put me on her lap! Next she called max and his friends over and let them spank me on my bare ass! I began to cry, somewhat from the pain of the spanking and somewhat from the humiliation of being half naked and spanked by a bunch of 5 year old boys. After they had finished my mom stood me up again and asked me to apologize to the boys for being a bully. I didn’t want to but I didn’t want to lose any more clothes and get spanked again so I did. I was standing there half naked in front of my mom and 4 little boys who had just spanked me and to top it all off I was apologizing to them for something they had done. well after I said I was sorry didn't let me pull my shorts up but instead took them and my panties away and made me do what ever the boys wanted for the rest of the day half naked and later it would be completely naked.
To Be Continued... |
| Name: | Naughty Boy |
| Subject: | Girl Next Door |
| Message: | WARNING THIS IS A LITTLE GRAPHIC IF IT WILL OFFEND PLEASE DON’T READ IT!!!!!!!
This happened to me last summer when I was 16. I live in a small town and the only thing in our town is a college. The house next door to me went up for sale and a college student rented it. The college student turned out to be a girl and her name was Jenn. She was 19 and was so hot. She had a nice perky set of breasts. And to go along with her perfect tits she had a wonderful round ass. She had sandy blonde hair and was 5’5”. When she first moved in my mom went over to meet her but I didn’t because I was shy. When she came back she told me that I would be mowing her yard for her. I wasn’t very happy because I hated mowing. Then my mom told me I would be doing it for free because she was a poor college student. I was even madder about that. So a couple days later I got my lawn mower and headed for Jenn’s house. I got there and started on the lawn about half through Jenn came out to say high. She was wearing a little tank top that showed some cleavage and a really short pair of shorts. She looked so hot I can remember how much I wanted to get with her. She asked me if I wanted some lemonade I said sure and I followed her inside. We talked for a while and she felt really sorry about not being able to pay me. I told her it was alright. She told me that after I got done to come inside and she would make it up to me. So I went outside and finished the yard as quick as I could. Then I went back inside and walked into the kitchen but nobody was there. So I yelled Jenn and she said I’m over here and she called me into her room. When I got in there she was laying out on her bed in some really sexy lingerie. She said that because she couldn’t pay me money she would pay me in another way. She called me over to her bed and told me to sit down. Then she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and tied my arm to one of the bed post and then the other hand to the other post. I was too mesmerized by her to even notice the handcuffs. After I was pinned to the bed she put on some music and started to dance then she said she was going to put on a little show for me. She started to strip first she un clasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Out popped a pair of the finest breast I have ever seen. Next she put her fingers in the straps of her panties and pulled them down to the floor and there was her pussy it was shaved and looked great. Then she did a slow twirl for me so I could see her nice round ass. With her butt facing me she bent over so I could get a great view of her pussy from the back. By this time I was really turned on and had a full erection. She noticed this too and came over to the bed and got on top of me. She then proceeded to pull down my shorts and my boxers and out popped my full erection. She started to play with it and tickle my balls. Then she leaned in with her tongue and touched the head of my dick. Then she proceeded to give me a full blowjob. I couldn’t hold I had to cum so bad. So I finally let it go and it went in her mouth and all over her face and hair she smiled and said that was enough for today. She un did the cuffs and said thanks for mowing the lawn and I said thanks for the show. She smiled and said there was more where that came from. She didn’t lie about that every I mowed her lawn she brought me into her room and it went a little further every time until finally I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Then 3 days later she move away and I never saw her again but ill never forget her. |
| Name: | Some guy |
| Subject: | Joanna and I |
| Message: | This story happened to my ex-girlfriend, Joanna. I have many stories about this girl I tell yah...
Joanna and I were going to the mall one night in the summer. She had long brown hair, hazel eyes, nice medium sized boobs, not skinny but not fat. She was pretty damn hot in all honesty. Anyway, Joanna and I had got into another agrument that night, so we went back and forth about stupid crap as usual. As we were about to get out of the car, she reached over the seat to grab her purse. As she did, I could see that she wasn't wearing panties, which pissed me off because she was wearing a skirt and she knew I hated when she did that. I look across to the car in front of us and see two guys staring, trying to get a glimpse of her ass I'm sure. So in my anger of the night and especially of the moment, I lifted up her skirt way past her belly button, revealing her ass to the guys. Luckily,she was too shocked to react, which gave me more than enough time to hold her upper body down with one arm and prop her ass up with the other. I then used my upper body to trap her, freeing both of my hands, which I used to spread her butt cheeks, revealing not only her shaved asshole but part of her shaved snatch. One of the guys honked in appreciation, the other I could see was fumbling with his phone, maybe trying to take a picture. I laughed as Joanna shook her body, giving the guys one last look at her moneyshot. Needless to say she was furious. She wouldn't go into the mall (of course I was happy), and didn't talk to me the next couple days. Funny enough, she didn't break up with me for THAT. More to come if you like :) |
| Name: | Andreangel |
| Subject: | Unconventional Birthday Party |
| Message: | So for my twenty-first birthday party, my girlfriends decided to treat me to a night at the bar. By the time we'd left, we were all pretty drunk and my friend Kelsey, who's bi, was pawing everyone and slapping my ass while laughing like crazy. Since I was tipsy too I just went along with it the entire walk home. I had to support her as she put her arm over my shoulder, and she wouldn't stop trying to put her hand up my shirt or in my pants!
So I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised when we were at my house and she started saying over and over that "the birthday girl should be in her birthday suit!" and groping at me even more than before. Her gropes tickled so all I could do was giggle and try to swat her hands away. Soon enough though a few of the other girls were hot on the idea as well and soon I had a bunch of hands going all over me trying to pull my clothes off! Eventually I told them all "NO" and I thought that was the end of it. Later though, with everyone still drunk since they'd gotten into my family's stash, someone suggested that we play truth or dare. It started out tame enough considering how smashed we were, with little things like flashing our tits or making out with another girl. Eventually though Kelsey got up, took a bit drink of beer, and then asked me "truth or dare?" "Dare" I said. She said, "I dare you to masturbate in front of all of us." So of course I immediately refused, but she wouldn't let it drop. "Andrea refused a dare!" she yelled, "Andrea refused a dare!" Even though I protested and protested pretty soon she had a bunch of girls on me trying to take my clothes off! "Twenty spanks for Andrea for refusing a dare!" They forced me over the couch and started working my jeans down to my knees before they all started slapping my ass hard! It hurt! Just when I thought it was over Kelsey said "Shouldn't the birthday girl be in her birthday suit for her birthday spanking?" Everyone squealed, and then before I knew it someone had yanked my panties down to my knees! Everyone could see up my ass! I yelled at them to stop but instead they pulled me off the couch and held me to the floor while Kelsey pulled up my shirt and bra, leaving me completely exposed! She grabbed and pinched my boobs, yelling "Look who doesn't stuff her shirt after all!" All the other girls crowded around me and started groping me as well until the got around to finishing what they'd started and flipped me over, then put me over Kelsey's lap and spanked me like crazy! There were way more than twenty! By this time my face was bright red and I was screaming for everybody to stop as they ran their hands all over my body, squeezing my butt and boobs while slapping my ass and pussy! I thought it would never get any worse, but then Kelsey said "since you wouldn't masturbate for us as a dare, we'll do it for you!" Everyone cheered as I screamed "NOOOOOOO!" I thought it was bad getting felt up by all my friends, but now they were doing it with a purpose in mind! All the hands that had been slapping my tits started squeezing my nipples and I felt some mouths and tongues go on them too. There were more slaps to my ass as Kelsey pulled my legs up so they were above my head and started sticking her fingers into my pussy and asshole! Everyone who wasn't molesting me was chanting "COME! COME! COME!" over and over. Soon some girls took over Kelsey's job of sticking fingers in my ass as Kelsey started licking the inside and outside of my pussy while everyone cheered. I had stopped screaming at them to stop a while ago and was now just screaming out of indignation and pleasure. Obviously, with so many hands and lips and tongues and feet(!) everywhere, I ended up coming to a screaming orgasm right there on the floor while everyone cheered. I guess I should have been really pissed at all my friends, especially Kelsey after that, but all it did was put me on a date with her a few days later! She's even better with her tongue now :) |
| Name: | Epluribus Funum |
| Subject: | Humiliated in Briefs |
| Message: | My parents make me do my own laundry. I hate doing it so I recently ran out of my own clean underwear to wear. Rather than do laundry I borrowed some of my brothers. He wears bikini style briefs though in all sorts of assorted colors which I am not used too. I like boxers. He also has a smaller waist size than me so they were quite tight on me. I used them anyway not having much else of a choice.
I was spending the night at my friend's house and he, his brother and I were wrestling in the basement when his sisters came down. They both are really hot and I have a huge crush on both of them. They suggested we play games of pool with the loser having to do a dare of the winner’s choosing. Well I am a pretty good pool player so I eagerly agreed thinking I could make them do something nasty or embarrassing when I won. Well we played but I didn’t win. I accidentally sunk the 8 ball while running the table on my way to winning. I was so mad at myself. Laughing a bit they both whispered to each other before turning to me. The sister that won said that she dared me to strip down to nothing but my undies and dance around in them for a full length of a song on the radio. Up to this point I had forgotten about the tight aqua colored bikini briefs I had on so to my horror and dismay I panicked saying I didn’t want to do it. Hoping to get some support I hoped the guys would side with me but my friend and his brother both sided against me saying I had agreed to the rules so I had to do it now! They all pressured me so much it left me no way of chickening out. Reluctantly I took off my pants and stood there for a second in my undersized aqua bikini briefs. His sisters burst out laughing, and I was really embarrassed. They circled around me laughing and snapping at my waistband saying my ‘panties’ were so cute. They kept touching me and I started to get a chubby. I tried to will it from getting hard but that seemed to only backfire and make it worse! I could not control it. I got totally hard in front of them and the damn briefs were so small and tight on me that the head of my hard penis eventually popped out of the top of the waistband! The whole top half of my shaft was sticking out sideways and I could not get it to tuck back into the stupid briefs! It kept popping back out again no matter what I tried! They started playing the radio ordering me to dance around while they just laughed and laughed at me pointing to the boner sticking out of my underwear. I did the humiliating dance for the entire song and just before it ended one of his sister ran up behind me and totally pantsed me pulling my underwear down to the ground in a flash. Humiliated I scrambled to pull the damn tight briefs back up as everyone roared with laughter at me. I ran out of the room totally embarrassed and got dressed as fast as possible. All in all, it was hugely embarrassing and his sisters never let me live it down. I always make sure I get my laundry done on time now. |
| Name: | Epluribus Funum |
| Subject: | Cheerleader Initiation |
| Message: | I joined the cheerleading team this year. Everyone told me that all new cheerleaders get initiated so I probably would too. They told me they would make me do embarrassing or gross things but it wasn’t that bad really and everybody goes through it so just deal with it.
A few days later the head cheerleader who is really mean came up to me at school and said that I had to report to her friends house at 9pm that night. She said, if I didn’t show I would be cut from the team so I had better be there on time. I showed up on time ready to deal with whatever they had planned. When I got there she took me down to her basement. It was dark but I saw that she had invited some other cheerleaders and like 12 other kids from my school to be there too! They all had masks on so I didn’t know who they were. The middle of the room was all lit up. I got nervous but kept remembering that all new cheerleaders get the same treatment so I went with it. She ordered me to stand in the middle of the room in front of everybody and do the school cheer they just had started to do this year. I did it but didn’t have it totally memorized yet so I made a few mistakes. She said, every time I made a mistake I had to drink from a jar they had that was filled with the most disgusting mixture ever. It had spit, hot sauce, mustard, and all sorts of other super gross things floating in it and even smelled like pee! One smell and I almost puked. She said that every time I made a mistake I either had to drink from the jar or take off a piece of clothing. I chose the clothing. I tried the cheer again but every time I screwed up she would yell, “STOP! Strip and start again!” I had to take my shoes off, then my socks, then my shirt, and then even my shorts! I only had my bra and panties left and was really nervous that I’d wind up naked. The next time I tried I didn’t even make it half way through before she yelled, “STOP!” again and ordered me to take something else off again. Having no choice I took my bra off. I have small boobs so I heard some of the kids laugh and make comments under their breath. They made me do the cheer again with my boobs on display bouncing around right in front of all the kids! Then I was so nervous and embarrassed I screwed up again! Everyone laughed and ordered me to drop my panties. I really didn’t want too so they all started taunting and chanting for me to strip. My face was burning with embarrassment as I begged her to not make me get naked. The Cheerleader Captain laughed and said, “OK, but instead you’ll have to run through the whole park down the street and back like I was. Everyone thought this was even funnier and started taunting me even more. I didn’t know what else to do so I went with it. To make sure that I actually did it, everyone followed me circling around me laughing and taunting me the whole time. I ran trying to cover my boobs but some of the masked kids ran right beside me pulling my hands away touching my boobs and butt all over. Then as I passed a through this area with some thick trees and bushes some of the girls jumped out pulling my underwear down to the ground. Horrified I tripped up and fell on the grass naked. They stole my panties away from me and ran off with them leaving me totally naked. Since I hadn’t even gotten to the end of the park I had to finish running there and back completely naked trying cover up with only my hands! To make it worse when I finally got back to the house my clothes were gone! She had hid them! They were gone and no one would tell me where they were! I had to spend the next few hours completely naked doing humiliating cheers right in front of everyone totally naked. They said my clothes were locked in a cabinet and I could not have them back till they said so. I had to crawl around on my hand and knees letting kids spank my butt as I passed them. They made me do splits and spread my legs wide. Anytime I tried to use something to cover up they would snatch it away and order me to stop covering up. People laughed and took lots of pictures. They all told me that it would not be that bad but it was horrible! |
| Name: | Trisha Hardly |
| Subject: | Devious Minds - Part 2 |
| Message: | **warning. explicit. If you don't like XXX don't read any further**
We tied her ankles and arms together behind her so she was helpless. Sadie and I started tickling her all over calling her “birthday girl” over and over mockingly. Liani screamed and struggled like crazy but was helpless and at our mercy. Jessica stood back recording the whole thing with her camera too. We pushed her on her side so we could see her naked hips and black bush. With the way she was tied she was forced to arch her back and stick her front side out. She had no choice. I reached in squeezing her boobies and wonderful butt as we had our way with her. We showed no mercy tickling her and touching her everywhere till she was sweating and breathless. Sadie kept touching her pussy too. She was trying to say something so Sadie pulled her gag off for just a second. Liani begged us to stop saying if we continued she was going to pee herself. Sadie though this was funny and popped her gag back in continuing with her torture. Then Sadie said, “My my Liani. That’s quite a bush.” While pulling at her pubic hairs down below. I could see the wheels turning in Sadie’s head and a moment later she started untying her saying she had a great idea again. She said she needed some help. We untied her ankles from her hands behind her and then forced her over on her back stretching her out straight. The day bed had a thick decorative brass frame on all 3 sides. Sadie retied her hands to the frame of the day bed on both sides of her. Then she grabbed Liani’s ankles and pulled them up to the frame forcing her to bend and totally spread her legs and ass. Liani is small and petite so it was easy to manipulate her. Jessica and I were both laughing so hard at how perverted Sadie was being to Liani forcing her to spread her legs and butt like that. She tied one ankle to the right of her hand on the frame, then tied the other to the left side the same way shoulder width apart. Liani was now tied to the headboard bent like a pretzel with her arms and legs pinned and spread wide! Her butt was sticking out She was completely helpless again. All she could do was struggle wiggling around shaking her head in protest. Her pussy and butthole were in full view! Sadie left and came back with some supplies. Laughing she said, “OK time for a birthday surprise!” With her hands behind her she pulled out a can of shaving cream, a razor and some scissors! Sitting in front of Liani spread eagle and wide-eyed Sadie took a long look up and down Liani’s spread naked body. Reaching in she began bunching Liani’s pubic hairs in her fingers trimming them with the scissors one clump at a time. “Don’t struggle. Just deal with it birthday girl” she said in a devious voice. Snipping away one handful at a time she trimmed Liani’s bush till all her long pubic hairs were gone. Liani’s full pussy was showing now more now than ever before. Then squirting a small handful of shaving cream into her palm Sadie coated the whole perimeter of Liani’s pussy with shaving cream taking extra time rubbing it all over that area. With all 3 of us sitting on the bed in front of naked, tied, and spread Liani we watched as Sadie carefully shaved Liani’s pussy till it was bald. By this time Liani had given up struggling and was sitting there relatively calm letting Sadie and the rest of us do what we want. There was a distinct scent and a noticeable glistening between Liani’s pussy lips. Sadie took liberties very gently tickling the outside of her pussy with her fingers further teasing Liani’s already stimulated nether regions. Then laughing Sadie pushed Liani’s anus apart looking at it up close saying she had hairs there too that she hadn’t even noticed. She said, “Well in order to finish the job they have to go too I guess! It’s not a full birthday shaving with out everything going is it? ” She ran and got some tweezers from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Jessica and I could not stop laughing as Sadie began plucking Liani’s anus hairs out one at a time. Liani flinched and kicked with each pluck which for some reason made it look ever funnier to us. One by one Sadie plucked out the sparse amount of hairs around Liani’s asshole as we all watched in perverse pleasure. Liani was stark naked, spread eagle, shaved smooth with her smooth hairless butt and pussy wide open for us to do what we please with. Feeling more perverted and horny that ever we got some feathers from a decorative stuffed bird on a shelf in the back room and proceeded to tickle Liani’s pussy and spread butthole till she was soaking wet and moaning. I played with her pussy and stuck the tip of my finger up her butt just to see what it felt like. It was tight but all slippery and wet from the juices from her pussy so my fingers moved in and out easily. I only used my fingertip though not wanting to cause her pain or anything. We tickled and teased her like this just enough to drive her insane but not let her cum. I rubbed her wet pussy and the rim of her cute butthole ready to pull my own clothes off and play with myself right there I was so turned on. All 3 of us had our fun with her for what felt like forever not wanting to let it end. Well end it did though, and not in a good way! It was close to 5 in the morning when the door to the basement swung open and I heard clomping come down the stairs rather quickly. It was my Dad!! He called out to me and we had no time to react with Liani still hog-tied to the bed completely nude, spread eagle, and shaved with a gag in her mouth still right in front of him! We were terrified! We all jumped up in total shock not sure of what to do. My Dad saw everything! He was absolutely stunned. Needless to say that was the last sleep over I ever had at my house. The next few months with my parents were very awkward to say the least! THE END |
| Name: | Trisha Hardly |
| Subject: | Devious Minds |
| Message: | It was my friend Liani’s birthday last week. I had a small sleepover party for her with a few other girlfriends to celebrate it. We played a bunch of silly games half the night away in my basement where we could make noise without waking the rest of the house. Liani is Japanese Hawaiian and a very cute girl. She’s also very shy and somewhat prudish for some reason. My friend Sadie, who was part of our sleepover group, is my bi-friend. She’s always talking about girls to me. One day a while ago some things happened between her and me that we have never talked about to anyone else but that a story for another day. All I will say is that it happened when she slept over and I really liked it. Sadie is also a real joker and loves to prank on people in general. She has also seems to have a crush on Liani and once even asked her if she was bi. She was so shy and embarrassed she said no way so it was never brought up again. It was a while ago but Sadie still seems to hold a little bit of resentment for being rejected because of it. Sadie who’s kind of a bully anyway has liked to pick on Liani always trying to embarrass or poke fun at her ever since.
So Sadie decided she wanted to prank on Liani for her birthday and wanted us to help. She said she wanted to break Liani’s shyness once and for all. I wasn’t really crazy about it at first and didn’t want to participate but as the night went on we all seemed to get naughtier and naughtier with our fun little games and pranks so by 2am we were all pretty giddy. Liani was starting to run out of steam. She was the first one to nod off and climb into her sleeping bag on the floor. As soon as she did Sadie whispered to me and our other friend Jessica, who is just as bad as Sadie in a lot of ways that she had a plan. She giggled under her breath and told me to hold Liani down while her and Jessica messed with Liani. We all surrounded her sleeping bag like vultures. Then we pounced on her. I sat on Liani trying to hold her down. Reaching into the top of her sleeping bag Jessica pulled Liani’s arms out over her head and started pulling her shirt up over her head before she even knew what was happening. At the same time as this Sadie unzipped the bottom of her sleeping bag just enough to get her hands inside. She got a hold of Liani’s pj bottoms and pulled them out. With her hands above her head she couldn’t even stop Sadie from whisking her pants right off of her. She started to scream, “What are you doing?!?” as Jessica finished pulling her shirt off. Holding her PJ bottoms and shirt in their hands we all started taunting Liani. She screamed, “Oh my God I am not even wearing and underwear!” Indicating she was buck naked in her sleeping bag. Sadie said, “Good. Come out of the sleeping bag so we all can see.” She screamed, “No way!” as we all laughed our heads off at her. Sadie started unzipping Liani’s sleeping bag ready to drag her out naked but Liani started making a big scene screaming so loud that I was afraid she’d wake the whole house. Sadie said, “Fine. If you won’t come out we’ll just drag you out into the street in your sleeping bag and leave you there!” We all thought this was a great idea. So lifting her sleeping bag we carried her kicking and screaming out the back door. I cupped her mouth to keep her from screaming up a mad scene outside. We carried her all the way into the cul-de-sac dropping her there. Then laughing Sadie said, “We going back in the house now… and I’m taking the sleeping bag with me!” She started unzipping the bag as Liani fought back trying to slap her hands away saying, “No. Don’t!” over and over. She got it fully unzipped then we all yanked and pulled the sleeping bag. Liani was clinging on for dear life with her legs wrapped around it too. Her naked back and ass were already showing. Under the streetlights I could see she was very tan with bikini lines on her cute butt. We laughed and slapped her ass taunting her. Then we pulled and yanked on the sleeping bag so hard we finally tore it away from her grasp. She rolled out buck naked onto the street as we all squealed and laughed our heads off at her! It was chilly outside so her nipple went hard and she just stood there cupping her front and boobs in complete embarrassment. She looked so hot. We took off running with her sleeping bag back to the house leaving her behind buck naked in the street. Then we locked the back door before she got back. She was panicked pounding on the door as Sadie flashed pictures of her through the door. She said, if we didn’t let her back in she would break the glass on the back door. I was worried so I ran to a side window on the other side and snuck out into the back yard. I grabbed the hose and snuck up behind her. She didn’t even notice till I said, “Hey! You try that and I’ll soak you with the hose and let you freeze out here!” Turning around stunned with a scared look on her face she put her hands out flinching and begging me not too. Sadie pushed her way out the door so we were on both sides of her. Keep in mind she was totally naked in the cold still. Sadie said that we would only let her back in the house if she went quietly and agreed to everything we said. Liani didn’t have a choice and was already starting to shiver so she quickly agreed. Then Sadie spun her around pulling her arms behind her back. Liani was like, “What are you doing?!?” Sadie said, “Just making sure you don’t try to run or cause a scene.” Then she cupped Liani’s mouth from behind and with her wrists pinned behind her escorted her with her small boobs and butt jiggling and shaking back into the basement through the back door. Once inside we all got a chance to look at Liani’s hot naked body in the light of my basement den. She had a body to die for. Sadie ordered Jessica to take a bunch of pictures of her naked. Liani started to struggle and protest so I jumped in and help hold naked Liani while we hog-tied her arms and legs and gagged her with a sock. We pushed her on the day bed and that’s when the real fun began... |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Sara's Comeuppance, Part 5 (Final) |
| Message: | Part 5
I got up for the second time at about 11:00, on the final day of Sara's servitude. Wearing only my boxers, I stretched and shuffled into the living room. Sara was there, dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, looking through a clothing magazine. "Hi, Sara," I said cheerfully. "Pip pip, cheerio." She looked up at me and smiled. "Hey, Chris," she said sweetly. "I'm so glad you and Caroline had a good time last night." Suddenly, thinking of the events of the night before, I felt a pang of guilt. After Caroline and I had gotten a little heavier in our fooling around, I had turned and asked - OK, told - Sara to leave. And actually, even that was because I had been more worried about Caroline's feelings than Sara's. The night had been pretty fun after that. Caroline and I hadn't had sex - the situation was just a little too unusual and complicated for me to feel comfortable going that far - but Sara didn't know that, and probably assumed the opposite. Especially since Caroline had left the next morning at 7:00. I realized that, like Sara, I had gone a little too far with the slavery thing on the final night. Well, it was just about over and done with. She got me, I got her, and in the end we're even. I smiled at Sara. "I had a good time, thanks to both you and Caroline," I said. "No wonder," Sara said, without a hint of the irony we both knew was there. "She's a lovely girl." "And your tap-dancing was...exquisite," I said, giving an OK sign and grinning. "Yes, it was, wasn't it?" Sara said, looking up dreamily. "I really am a multi-talented person." I laughed. "Oh wait," she said, in seeming surprise. "I've forgotten something. I'm not done with my last day of slavery, am I? Well, I better get these off right away." To my slight astonishment, she stood up and shimmied out of her sweatpants, then pulled off her shirt (no bra was underneath), then stepped out of her boxers and stood completely nude in front of me, smiling. In spite of myself, I felt my nether regions stiffen in response. "Come on," she said, "I'll show you how to tap dance." "Um...not sure I'll be any good at it," I said, bemused, finding it hard to think. She took my hand, which I noticed with embarrassment was sweating, and led me into the center of the living room. She showed me a quick tap dance move, and made me repeat it. "It's called 'shuffle ball change,'" she said. I tried my best to imitate her movements, but her body was so mesmerizing and I was so awkward that it took a few tries to get it even sort of right. The fact that my boxers - the one piece of clothing that we were wearing between us - were sticking out in front of me like a tent didn't exactly help. Sara laughed at me. "You're getting there," she said. "You're not exactly a natural, but I think we can work with it." I was breathing heavily now. This was the nicest and most easygoing Sara had ever been with me. "Hey," she said, tracing her finger down my chest. "You know, I never realized you had such nice muscles." "You didn't realize back when you had me walking around naked all day?" I asked wryly, arching my eyebrows and smiling. "Oh, true," she said. "Well why don't we go back to those days?" "You mean, get my kit off?" I asked, my heart racing. "Yeah, why not," she said, cocking her head. I needed no further encouragement. I got my kit off, and then we were both naked, for the first time in our history as roommates. "Turn around," she said, and I did. She started massaging my back, pressing her fingers into my neck muscles. "Oh my God," I said, "That feels good." "Does, doesn't it?" she asked. "Bet Caroline can't give this good a massage." "No, I bet she can't," I said truthfully, feeling guilty again. Caroline was fun, but, I finally had to admit to myself, it was Sara that I wanted. I had wanted her all along. Looking down, I thought, the penis doesn't lie. Then Sara turned me around and kissed me. It was explosive. I felt her lips and her body pressed against mine all at once, and I kissed her back, and it was sweet and romantic and erotic all at the same time. Then she pulled back and put one finger on my chest. "You know," she said, "When you started this slave thing, I could have had a couple of bouncers from my bar come and beat you to a pulp." "Yeah?" I asked, smiling and looking back int her eyes. "Well why didn't you?" "Because I wanted to give you a taste," she said, "of what you will never, ever, ever have." And then she slapped her hand up into my balls. I was caught totally by surprise. I jacknifed and brought my hands down to my groin and stepped back. In that moment, I almost smacked her in the face, but I've never hit a girl in my life and I wasn't ready to start then. I just stared at Sara, she with that evil little smirk on her face, in complete shock. I was breathing heavily, trying to stand up straight, cover my nudity, and restrain myself from clocking her all at the same time. "But," she said, "I'll be happy to keep giving you tap lessons." And with that, she turned around and walked into her room. And as I watchd her ass retreat from view - undoubtedly for the last time, I just shook my head in wonder. She had beat me again. The End |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Sara's Comeuppance, Part 4 |
| Message: | Part 4
We stumbled in the door, laughing. Caroline caught my arm to steady herself and started to take off her jacket. "Don't worry about that," I said, stopping her. "We'll get my maidservant to take care of it." And there she was - Sara, standing there in her self-made "slave costume," i.e. nothing plus high heels. She was holding a drink that she had undoubtedly intended to serve me or possibly one of my male friends. Seeing Caroline, however, stopped her in her tracks, and my heart secretly jumped as I imagined how hers must be falling into the pit of her stomach right about now. "Hi, Sara," I said, holding out my arms for her to take the jacket. For a second she froze, not knowing whether to keep up the act or turn and run into her room and slam the door. "Hey Sara!" Caroline said, not surprised at all (I had briefed her on the situation over dinner, causing much laughter), but still taken aback to see Sara in her current state. It must be strange, I thought, for Caroline to see this role reversal - after all, last time it had been me serving the drinks. Wordlessly, looking pale, Sara put down he martini and came over to take our jackets, then turned to hang them up. Caroline gawked, and was about to say something, when I put my hand over her mouth, grinning. It was time to savor the moment. When Sara finished hanging our jackets up - I admired her sleek lines as she reached into the air - she turned back to us and said "Pardon me, but I have to visit the loo, if that's alright?" I nodded seriously. "May I keep the door open?" Sara asked meekly, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment as Caroline gave me a look. "Of course!" I nodded quickly, and Sara disappeared into the bathroom. "So do you guys..." Caroline asked, displaying her meaning with a hand gesture. I laughed, and led her by the arm into the living room. "Haha, no way," I said. "We just like taking each other down a peg." "But you don't seem too unhappy about watching her walk around in her birthday suit," Caroline pouted. "Hey, you don't seem too unhappy about it yourself," I pointed out, and we laughed and plunked down on the couch. The three or four drinks I had in me made me notice the contact even more as my thigh pressed up against hers. Now that I had started to pay her more attention, I noticed that she had nice legs and pretty eyes. Why hadn't I seen that before? Was it because I had been preoccupied with guarding my privates from her assault? Well, probably. Sara emerged from the bathroom, still naked, but looking a little more composed. "Is there anything you'd like?" she asked, conspicuously omitting the sardonic "Master" part. "Sure," I said, "We'll have those drinks." She brought them, as Caroline and I got distracted by playing hand games on the couch. Over drinks the last night, and dinner that night, I had come to appreciate Caroline's awkward personality more and more. I was now pretty attracted to her in her own right, beyond just my desire to use her to embarrass Sara. Ater serving our drinks, Sara turned to walk away, but - after waiting to see her gluteals as she turned - I called out to her. "Hey Sara, come and keep us company for a while!" "Yeah," Caroline called. "We need your conversational skills!" For a second, I could see venom flash in Sara's eyes as she looked at Caroline, but then she sat demurely down on the edge of the recliner, her hands on her knees. "Yes?" she asked. "We usually just talk about me," I said teasingly. "Tell me about you. Any boys in your life?" "I'm afraid a humble slave doesn't have time for that sort of personal pleasure," Sara said, tilting her head. Caroline mouthed the words "Humble slave???" at me, her eyes wide. "Do you like to go shopping for clothes?" I asked. "I mean, when you get to wear clothes." Her face went red. "I'm afraid slaves are too poor to own their own clothes," Sara said, taking it to the level of farce. "They have to rely on what their masters give them." "What do you do when she's bad?" Caroline asked me. "Do you smack her in the tits?" "Oh, no," I said. "I could never condone violence against women. Besides, Sara's never even the slightest bit bad, right Sara?" "Not like YOU were," laughed Caroline, poking me in the chest. I grabbed her finger and laughed back. "I was never bad," I said. "Besides, I'm always a master, not a slave. Get your facts straight." "You were too bad," she said, giggling. "I remember, I punished you myself." "Oh, I think I've been bad again recently," I said, grabbing her other hand. "I think I need some more punishment." "Coming right up," Caroline said, and we started making out on the couch. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Sara was enraged. Much more than naked servitude, being forced to watch her former friend and her antagonistic roommate make out in front of her was torture. But I no longer cared, as I was a little more involved in what was happening on my end of the living room. After a while, that stopped - or rather, gave way to some subtle groping - and we started teasing Sara again. We were very gentle about it - we never discussed the particulars of her body, or insulted her, but we took full advantage of the fact that she was now an outsider to our little romance. Sara blushed brightly and often, but stuck it out, not wanting to give us he satisfaction of watching her flee into her room. I enjoyed it thoroughly, though a little guiltily, as the combination of Sara's fairly spectacular nudity and Caroline's physical proximity was more arousing than I'd be willing to let on. But Caroline was into it as well. "Do you know how to tap dance?" she asked Sara, and I laughed out loud. "Yes," Sara said, blushing again and clenching her teeth a little bit. "Well, since Chris had to do jumping jacks when he was the slave, could you show us a couple tap dance moves?" Sara glared at Caroline with pure malice. "Come on, she's right," I said. "Have a little fun with it, Sara!" So Sara got up and gave us a few tap dance moves. Anyone who has never seen a stark naked woman tap dance, in my opinion, is missing out on one of the fundamental pleasures in life. Best of all, most of Sara's anger had been redirected from me to Caroline, and she seemed to take the tap dancing with a bit of a shrug. Really, it was just fair payback for what she had made me do on my last night of servitude. And Caroline was enjoying the chance to lord it over the woman who bossed her around at work. So everyone was happy - or at least not murderouly angry. This made me feel just a little less guilty as I held Caroline's hand and watched Sara's beautiful bosom move up and down with the rhythm of her feet. Caroline noticed too, and gave me a playful slap on the cheek. "Why are you looking at her tits all day?" she demanded. "Don't I get to have my tits looked at too?" "Are you ready to become a slave?" I teased. "That's what it takes in this household." Behind me, the tap dancing stopped, but I paid no attention. "I think I'm the master here," she teased me, "and I command you to look at my royal tits." What could I do? I obeyed the royal command. |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Sara's Comeuppance, Part 3 |
| Message: | Part 3
I showed my ID to the bouncer at the Piranha Bar and stepped in. Piranha was in the glitzy new section of downtown, so there were a lot of good-looking trendy young people there. It was a one-floor place with a bar island in the middle, where three bartenders and a couple barbacks scurried back and forth, handing out drinks and collecting tips. From the look of it, those tips must be quite a hall. Now I knew how Sara could afford all those nice shoes... I sat down at the bar just as I saw Sara oming out of the kitchen. She was dresed in a nice tight black top and a tan skirt. I grinned to myself when I thought of how many guys in the bar must stare at her when she wasn't looking, and how jealous they would be if they knew I got to go home and see everything underneath. But I put that out of my mind. "Hey," I called out to Sara, "I'd like a vodka martini, please." Sara looked over and saw me, and her jaw dropped for a second in spite of herself. But she quickly composed herself and tried to pretend as if she hadn't noticed me. But there were no customers around me who needed drinks - it was Wednesday night, not the craziest of the week - and she was forced to acknowledge my existenc as I repeated my request again. "Most obliged," I said, trying to mimic a slight British accent, as I took the drink. I guessed that Sara wanted badly to say something nasty to me, but she and I both knew that that would make it far more satisfying for me when we were back home and she was giving me a massage in the buff. Instead she kept up the submissive facade, smiling sweetly at me and nodding her head, then left to serve other customers. I smirked. Score one for me, I thought. I watched Sara at the bar for the next half hour, sipping my drink slowly and ordering another one, making sure she was the one who brought it to me. But I felt a sudden twinge of surprise - and embarrassment - when I noticed that one of the barbacks was none other than Caroline, one of the girls who had been witness to the final night of my own humiliation. The girl, in fact, who had given me a fairly uncomforable knock to the sensitive parts with her wrist, and had threatened to do far worse. But then I recalled what had happened later that night - when Sara, in a rare show of friendliness and sympathy, had told me that Caroline had thought I was hot. She herself was not the hottest girl in the world (though not ugly by any means), but I had felt a much-needed surge of pride at the compliment. As I watched her, I noticed that she and Sara ddn't really get along. One time Sara handed her a glass and turned away without saying anything, and Caroline stared a her back a moment. Another time, Caroline called her from the back, and Sara didn't answer until she called a second time. Interesting, I thought. Then I felt a slap on my shoulder, and I turned around to see my buddy Greg standing there - he who had helped me win my glorious victory over Sara in our slavery-betting war. I grinned at him and we slapped hands. "How's it going, my man?" he asked, sitting down next to me and ordering a drink from Sara as she passed. "Like what we've done with the place?" "Oh yeah," I said, "your company owns this bar now! I almost forgot." "Yeah, isn't it sweet?" he asked. "This place is gonna get more and more popular. We oughtta go here more often." Sara handed him his drink and walked away wordlessly. Greg looked after her, checking her out and shaking his head slightly. "Damn," he said. "Is that your roommate?" "Yeah," I said, drinking to cover the fact that for some reason I couldn't bring myself to smile. "Pretty hot, right?" "God damn, you are one lucky motherfucker," Greg said, grinning and shaking his head in appreciation. "Well why don't you invite me and the peeps over for a drink sometime?" "Sure," I said, "Yeah, let's do that sometime." Now I was sure of it. I didn't want Greg lounging on my couch, eyeballing Sara's naked body as she bent over to hand him a drink. I didn't want to see him slap her ass and watch her thank him for it. I wanted to get Sara back for everything she had done to me, but I didn't want to do it that way. Greg was my boy, but somehow I wanted to be the only man to see Sara in her humiliating state. We talked for a while and checked out other girls in the bar, and then Greg had to go. We slapped hands again and promised to go out and take Sara with us. After he left, I sat there for a while longer, drinking my fourth drink and starting to feel a bit reckless. Then I saw Caroline and Sara get in a little tiff. It was Caroline's quitting time, and Sara was demanding that she do just one more thing before she leave. I didn't catch all of the exchange, but it seemed there was no love lost etween these two. Caroline came out of the back and was about to walk out. But as she passed by I caught her arm, and she turned around and noticed me for the first time. She gave a little start of surprise. "Hey, Caroline," I said, flashing my best smile at her. "Wanna sit down and have a drink before you go?" "Sure," she blurted. We went and sat in a booth, away from the bar island. A waitress came by and brought a drink for Caroline, and we sat and talked. "So," she said, "Do you still walk around the house in the buff?" "Not exactly," I said, smiling. "You still a ballbuster?" She laughed, a little nevously. I hadn't noticed it the first time - I had been a bit preoccupied - but it was obvious now that Caroline was attracted to me, and too awkward to know how to show it. "So," I asked, glancing at Sara behind the bar. "You and Sara going out a lot these days?" "Not really," Caroline snorted, giving a sour look, and took a swig of her drink. "I thought you guys made a good team," I said. "You sure were more than I could handle." She snorted again. "Yeah, well, ask Sara. She's usually too busy getting attention from the boys to hang out with us anymore." And then I realized what had come between the two of them. And, realizing that, I had a plan. "Hey," I said, "I would think it was you who would be getting the attention from the boys." She laughed, and I could tell she appreciated the compliment. Four hours later, I came back to Sara and my apartment and heard the shower running. I was a bit drunk, but excited over the plan I had hatched. I couldn't wait - I had to put everything in place. I opened the door to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and drew back the shower curtain to reveal Sara rubbing herself down with body wash. A little squeak escaped her lips and she started to crouch down in embarrassment, before she remembered that she was still my slave for two more days. Composing herself, she straightened up and gave me a curtsy with an imaginary skirt, although she couldn't quite bring herself to smile. I could, though. "Hello, my beautiful slave," I said, feeling lighthearted and confident. "Hello, my handsome and talented master," she said, and her subtle sarcasm flew right by me. "I'm going to be coming back a little late from work tomorrow," I said, "Maybe around 8:30. Can you have some drinks ready for me when I get back?" "Of course," she answered. "I live to serve you." "Excellent," I said. "Make sure to wear some nice heels, I love it when you wear your high heels." She nodded submissively, hamming it up. I watched the rivulets of water run over her breasts and drip off the dark tassels of her landing strip, and smiled. Her hair was plastered to her face. "All right," I said, "You may carry on with your shower. But if you please, keep the curtain open, will you?" "As you wish, Master," she said, and began washing the soap off her body. I walked away, watching her out of the corner of my eye, thinking that if this was embarassing, just wait until tomorrow night. |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Sara's Comeuppance, Part 2 |
| Message: | Part 2
I almost skipped home from work. The image of Sara filled my mind - on her knees, scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush, with nothing but a pair of underpants to preserve her modesty. All day long I had been contemplating how to follow up on that triumph. The key question, I thought to myself, was how to embarrass her even after all her clothes were inevitably lost. Corporal punishment was out, as far as I was concerned - Sara was a girl, after all, albeit a remarkably cocky and evil one, and I have at least some morals. I would have to think of something better. But I found that Sara was way ahead of me. As soon as I opened the door of our apartment, I saw her standing in the kitchen, stark naked except for a pair of black stiletto heels. Her hair was flipped to one side like some kind of tropical resort waitress, and she had stuck a yellow flower in it. Before I could react - in fact before I could do anything except stare like an idiot at the trimmed stripe of her pubic hair - she walked right up to me, swaying her hips and holding out a wet towel. "Um...uh..." was all I could manage as she lifted the towel and wiped my face off. She had put on perfume, and the combination of the scent and the closeness of her body was overpowering. I gingerly closed the door behind me and stood there while she finished silently patting me down. "You must be exhausted, Master Chris" she said sweetly - surprising me again, as sweetness is generally not Sara's strong suit. "Would you care for a drink?" I could only nod mutely. As she walked to the kitchen - me watching her swaying posterior all the way - my mind raced to figure out what she was up to. It was true that stripping down on her own spared her the indignity of doing it piece by piece at my command, but it must gall her to serve me like this. Sara returned with a martini (!) and pressed it into my hands. "Thank you, Sara," I said, sipping it gratefully. It was, of course, expertly made. "You're certainly...um...everything a slavemaster could wish for." She smiled and batted her eyes, which looked almost comical coming from Sara. "You're too kind, Master Chris" she said, and I tried to detect the sarcasm I knew must be there. "Come sit down and rest your feet." She ushered me to the recliner and sat me down. As I sipped my martini and tried to be surreptitious about ogling her body, Sara knelt down in front of me and started taking off my shoes. "Um, what are you doing?" I asked a little nervously, feeling even more aroused as she stripped off my socks. "Don't you want a foot massage?" she asked innocently, looking up at me with wide eyes. "Uh...you really don't have to..." I stammered. "Nonsense," she declared. "I'm your slave, and I obey your every whim." And with that, she wiped my bare feet off with a towel and started rubbing them. I couldn't deny that it did feel amazing after a long day, and coupled with the constant view of large swaths of naked Sara, it was truly heavenly. At one point she even got up and pulled some olive oil off the shelf, and began to rub that into my feet. I closed my eyes and almost groaned with pleasure. This was amazing. I was living every man's dream, sipping a martini and getting a foot massage from an attractive naked woman. Why was she giving me this opportunity? "I expect Master Chris will be having some gentleman friends over tonight or tomorrow?" Sara asked. The question surprised me. Actually I had been planning to have a few guys over to the house on Thursday, the last night of Sara's tenure as a slave. It was going to have been my grand finale - my revenge for the humiliating night that Sara had made me serve her girlfriends. I had relished the image of my friend Greg telling her "Pants!" and watching her fume and argue and eventually give in and strip down in front of everyone. "I'm looking forward to serving your friends," Sara said. "After all, a woman's natural place is to serve men." And there went my fantasy. Suddenly I was disgusted at the idea of Sara, naked in my living room, getting catcalled and teased by a bunch of guys. We would be the Boys' Club, the male masters in our smoky backroom, with a submissive woman to cater to our needs and titillate us with her body. In other words, we'd be a bunch of dirty old men who no woman in her right mind would ever have sex with of her own free will. Then I realized what Sara was up to. When she had resisted my commands, it had been a game, me taking her cocky personality down a peg like she had done to me. Every time I made her do something embarrassing, it was like a little sexual conquest and I had felt like a man. But now, with her willingly playing the part of an honest-to-goodness slave, I just felt sleazy. Damn, Sara, I thought, you're good. The foot massage completed (I felt like a year's worth of stress had been lifted off me), Sara stood up and cocked her hips, and I nearly burst right out of my pants. "Is there anything else you'd like, Master?" Sara asked. "No, that's all right," I said. "The place looks pretty clean, so..." "Then if you don't mind, I'm going to go fold my laundry," Sara said. "Since I unfortunately have to go to work tonight and will not be available to serve you. Would you care to watch me fold?" "That's ok," I said, waving my hand, even though my brain was screaming "Yes! Yes!" "By your leave," she said, giving a little bow and walking away. I could have sworn I saw the tiniest little smirk on her face just before she turned around. As I watched her rear end retreat into her room, I grimaced. One way or another, I was going to figure out some way to defeat this little stratagem of hers. "You know what?" I called out, sipping my martini and getting up, "I think on second thought that I will watch you fold laundry." Dirty old man I might be, but no one was looking. |
| Name: | ryan |
| E-mail address: | ryanwilson619@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | kiss my ass part 2 |
| Message: | What is this?? I go to the mall for 2 hours and come home to this? Get your clothes back on now and you go wash your hands, I am not done with you yet!. She left and my brother said ha ha. 5 minutes later she came back with the neighbor and they asked us what was going on. I told them every thing but not about when I pulled my brother’s pants down. When he tried to add it in my mom told him to shut up. They then said they will be back with their punishment. 5minutes later they came back and told the 2 boys to strip naked like they did to me. My brother said no. She said, strip naked and kiss you sister’s ass or else. He said no again so she said I will be right back. About 30 seconds later she came in with the belt and said strip now or else. Just at that time my dad came in and my mom told him every thing. He sided with her and they made the boys strip. They both stopped at there boxers. No, get completely naked, my mom and neighbor said. So they took off there boxers next. Now put your hands at your sides, the adults ordered. When they did this both there boners came right out and the neighbor’s daughter stared to laugh. All 3 adults looked over to her and said, now you can strip naked now too! She said no, and was not going to because she did nothing. The neighbor said you did not help her so you were part of it. Strip now or else. She stripped naked too right in front of everyone. The my mom said, Now the 3 of you will kiss my daughter’s ass as punishment. The 3 of them did it and when they were done they said I think that is a good punishment. No, I said. He had his finger in my pussy too, pointing at the neighbor kid. That’s right my mom said. For that you pick the punishment for him. I ordered him to get on the floor on his stomach. When he did this I ripped his ass checks apart and said time for a spanking. I spanked him really hard about 10 times before my mom said good enough. I asked her if I could do one more thing and she said ok. I looked at the neighbor and said it has to do with your girl. She said fine, go ahead. I went and pick up her clothes and gave them to her mom and said she can walk home naked. They lived 2 houses down so she can walk naked while I laugh at her like she did to me before. Ok let’s go home now their mom said and the older boy stared to put his clothes on but his mom said, No you go home like your sister. They both walk home naked and everyone saw them like that.
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| Name: | Katie |
| Subject: | My experience |
| Message: | WARNING: THIS INVOLVES SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL; IF YOU ARE GOING TO COMPLAIN, SIMPLY DON'T READ!!
I have read this board for a long time, and I haven't posted before, but I guess now is my first time, given what has happened in the past week. Ill give background and make it a rather short story... basically, I moved to Maui, Hawaii (the city named Hanna) from California about 2 months ago, and I am one of the few non-Hawaiians at the school. The entire high school has approximately 90 kids, so classes are very small relative to what I am used to. The first day, I could tell the kids didn't like me, but little did I know what I was in for.... the first week went by ok, on Friday I got invited to a party. Obviously, trying to fit in, I went and tried to dress somewhat normal for the area, since most people here dress like bums. So I got pretty drunk, and ended up almost making out with one of the guys, when I find out his girlfriend is right there (I didn't know this was his girlfriend). Needless to say, she had some friends in the area who surrounded me and knocked me to the ground. I had my hair done really nicely, and they started swearing and threatening to do stuff to me. I heard I had to stand up for myself, so that’s exactly what I did. I pushed her back, and called her a dumb b***h, and to not mess with me. BAD CHOICE. Her friends had me on the ground in about a millisecond getting my clothes off. I was trying to scream for help when the duct tape came out and was wrapped around my head about 15 times in a hurry. They got my shirt and jeans off in another few seconds, and there I was in a bra and of course, granny panties that I decided to buy and wear for the party. Once the bra came off, the girls decided to leave the granny panties on for amusement, and by that time the entire high school had crowded around me, screaming obscenities. One of the guys had a truck that the girls wanted to use, and the duct tape was used for my hands and legs, as well as it was on my head already. I got put into the truck bed along with a buncha people and they started driving. There is only one road that goes into and out of hanta, since the city is taken from the side of a mountain, as I learned about a few weeks before I got here. The road is almost always deserted, as we have our own airport, general store, and gas station obviously. They decided it would be fun to gather up as many girls as they could and take me out on that road pretty far. After what seemed like forever, they stopped the truck (and what was a buncha cars behind us I could hear) and took the tape off my hands and ankles. "Good" I thought, this is much nicer. That didn’t last long. The girls put on me a pair of knee high socks, and then out came the sharpie markers. For what seemed like an eternity, people drew all over me, not to mention spit and other stuff calling me names and everything. After this was over, my final punishment ensued. the girls duct taped over my eyes so I couldn't see anything, and told me to stick my arms out and spread my legs, at once, I got a punch in the stomach and kick in the under area. That sent me to the muddy ground, where I was already crying. The girls taped me to a tree, relatively high up in the kind of forested area above the road, and proceeded to drive off laughing their prissy butts off. it took me about a day and a half to get outta there, where I (believe it or not) had to walk back home with those socks and underwear on getting honks at from both ways. it took a few hrs to get back (thankfully during the day so my parents didn't see me), and when I went back to school a few days later, pictures of that were ALL OVER the lockers. Needless to say, I am currently called "grandma"; a name that I don't think is going away! |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Sara's Comeuppance, Part 1 |
| Message: | Part 1
Sara threw the vacuum cleaner handle against the wall. "Pants, Sara," I said. "Bugger off," she spat, glaring at me with her arms crossed over her bra. "What was that?" I said, cupping my hand to my ear in mock confusion. "Did I just hear you say 'Bugger off'?" She said nothing and looked away. "Pants, Sara," I repeated. Finally, sighing theatrically, she took off her sweatpants and tossed them into her room, then crossed her arms again and looked at me evilly. It was the second day of Sara's turn to be the slave. Instead of making her strip completely (the way she had done to me), I had devised an even more ingenious method of taking the wind out of her sails. Whenever she said anything rude or showed anger, I'd tell her to take off an article of clothing. If she complained, it would be another. And I always demanded the clothes in one-word sentences, which for some reason made it more of a fun routine. Sara in her underwear was always a pleasant sight. She was wearing plain purple bra and panties, although I strongly suspected she more commonly wore a thong. Her skin was pale, her legs were solid but shapely. I stood there for a moment looking her up and down. "Is there something you'd like me to do, or are you going to stand there and gawk at me all afternoon?" Sara asked, drumming her fingers on her arm. "Hmm, I said, "I'm thinking." "You mean, you're thinking, 'Boy I wish I was hot enough so that Sara would ever possibly consider sleeping with me'?" she shot. I grinned. "Actually, I was thinking that the only way to get the kitchen floor really really clean would be to use a toothbrush." "Oh fuck off!" she shouted, putting her hands on her hips in indignation. "Man," I laughed, "You just don't know how to keep your mouth shut, do you? Bra." Her eyes widened for a second. Up until now, I had kept it pretty clean, never making her strip down past her underwear. But, where I had suffered in silence, she had kept up a pretty constant stream of rebellious vulgarity and insults, and I thought the time had come to show her exactly what kind of situation she had landed herself in. "Come on, bra," I said, waving my hand. "No way." "You ready to back out?" I said cheerfully. "That wasn't long." It was exactly how she had kept me in line, and I could tell that it particularly rankled having me use her own tactic against her. Snorting in disgust, Sara reached around back and undid the clasp of her bra. I tried not to let her see my excitement on my face, and I might even have held my breath as I saw Sara's breasts for the first time. They really were one of the nicer pairs I had ever seen, though I wasn't about to tell her that. I was half tempted to take her panties too, but something told me it would be a little more humiliating to let her worry about me taking them instead. Letting her hold on to her final shred of dignity was, in a way, crueller than just taking it all away at once. Briefly, I wondered when I had become such an evil bastard. Sara's bra slipped down and off, and she caught it in one hand. "This is sexual harassment, this is," she muttered. "What," I snorted, "and slapping me in the balls wasn't? Or making me do jumping jacks for your friends?" "Well you bloody deserved it," she said. I took a step toward her and her hands instinctively moved to cover her breasts, but stopped short. "Wanna lose the rest?" I asked, smiling. She just looked away silently. "All right," I said, forcing myself to look away from the excellent specimen of chest on display. "I hear the kitchen floor calling, better get that toothbrush." I walked away, a little awkwardly, trying not to reveal the stiffness that had developed in the front of my pants. It was going to be a fun few days. |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Sara's Comeuppance - Prologue |
| Message: | Prologue
"The Piranha Bar?" I asked. "That's the bar my roommate Sara works at." "Oh yeah, you mean the one who likes to watch you walk around naked?" my friend Greg asked over the phone. "Um...yeah, something like that," I said, trying to hint that it was something more sexual, while wincing at the memory of my week of humiliation at Sara' hands only a month ago. "Well yeah," Greg said, "my company just bought that bar. Sealed the deal this afternoon. So come on over for some free drinks!" "All right," I said, "sounds like a plan. Let's do it." "Peace, dude." "Peace." Ten minutes later Sara walked in, holding a bag full of new clothes. In earlier times, I would have teased her about being such an impulse buyer, but ever since the incident with the bet, our dynamic had changed. Every time I thought abut making a nasty comment, I suddenly remembered the feeling of meekly stripping off my underwear in front of her and massaging her feet. Every time I thought about refusing to do some work around the apartment, I had a flashback of sitting naked and aroused in the living room while her drunk friends checked me out and took fake swipes at my balls. Though that ordeal was long over, I didn't get on her case much these days. "Hey Sara," I said. "Hey Chris." "I hear your bar is going to be under new management." "Where'd you hear that?" she asked. "Well, that's wrong. We rejected their final offer today." She started putting her clothes away. "You sure about that?" I asked. "I have it on good information that your bar just got sold to Diamond Partners." "Look," she said, coming over to stand with her hand on her cocked hip - what I thought of as the "bitchy British girl" pose. "I was just in my manager's office, and he also happens to be the owner of the bar, and what he knows, I know. And I happen to know that the deal's off." I shrugged, and she went back to hanging up her new clothes. I was absolutely sure she was wrong - Greg had never failed to give me timely information. He had used the past tense when telling me about the sale. Sara was apparently blowing hot air again. I watched her put away her clothes, tracing the line of her hip past the waist of her low-slung jeans, over a band of creamy tight midriff, to the tight striped shirt above. Sara wuld be one nice-looking girl, I thought, if she weren't such a cocky jerk. Then an idea sprang into my mind, and I instantly got butterflies in my stomach. The last time I had tried this it hadn't worked out so well, but sometime life is all about doubling your bets. "Hey," I called. "Wanna make it a bet?" "What," she asked, "Whether the bar got sold, which it most absolutely didn't?" "Yeah," I called back. "Let's bet on it. You like to bet, right?" She came back again to stand in front of me, arms crossed, staring own at me wide-eyed. Now I realized she was in a pretty bad mood. "Are you a masochist or something?" she asked. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you tried this?" "I think I recall pretty clearly," I said, smiling and leaning back. "Want to make another bet on the same terms?" "You like walking around naked in front of girls then, do you?" she asked. "Course I wouldn't make you do that again. But the apartment does need a lot of cleaning, so if you're up for that, let's make the bet." "OK," I said. "But you're going to lose." "I seem to recall that's what you said last time," she sighed. "Well, whatever. How long will you be my slave this time?" "As long as you want," I said. "Well let's shorten it to five days this time," she said. "I thought you'd been pretty well put in your place, but it looks like you've jumped right back out again." "Sure," I said, ignoring the all-too-accurate jibe about being put in my place. "If the bar got sold, you're my slave for five days, same terms as last time." "Whatever," she said, and we shook. "Better get ready for some cleaning." And with that, she went back to hanging up her clothes... |
| Name: | Ryan |
| E-mail address: | ryanwilson619@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | kiss my ass |
| Message: | One day my mom went to the mall with our neighbor. Our neighbor has 2 kids. One’s a girls the same age as me and an older boy is the same age as my brother. They said the 2 older boys were to watch us. After my mom and the neighbor left they came up to my room. Me and the neighbor’s daughter were watching TV. They came in and closed the door and told use we were in trouble. She said why? He said because I said so he said. I said Fuck off and leave us alone.. He got mad and said, that is why you are in trouble, for your smart mouth. Now your punishment is to kiss my ass. No, I said, go away. Do it or I will embarrass you, he ordered. Yeah right, I all I said back. I guess that was the wrong thing to say to him. He pulled me off the bed and said do it or else! Or else what? I said. Right then and there he pulled my pants off and I was so embarrassed. Sitting there in my room in my flowery underwear in front of my brother and the 2 neighbors. He said, Kiss my ass or I will take your top off too! Fuck off and get out I yelled again. Then he took my top off and I was now in front of my brother and the 2 neighbors in my bra and panties only. I could not believe the neighbor’s daughter did nothing to help and laughed at me. He asks me again if I would kiss his ass. I said OK this time but I had a plan. When he pulled down his pants and put his butt in my face and told me to kiss it I pulled down his underwear too. Both neighbors stared to laugh. He pulled up his pants and underwear really fast. Then look at me and said, You are going to get it for that. He jumped on me and pulled my panties right off. I stop laughing and tried to grab my panties from him but then he rolled me over and undid my bra and took it off too. Then he said hope this feels good and grabbed my butt checks and pulled them a part. I started to cry and that’s when my brother asked the neighbor boy if he liked want he saw. Yes! he yelled. Then he asked if he would like to give me a spanking. OK he said with no hesitation. He walked over and spanked me softly. No, my brother said. Do it like this. Then he slapped my ass really hard. He told the boy again to do it like that. OK, the boy said again and then he spanked me hard about 5 times with my brother saying again, over and over after each spank. Then he turned me over and asked if the neighbor’s kid would like to feel my pussy. OK he said again! So he put his finger in my pussy that is when my mom walked in and saw every thing going on.
to be continued |
| Name: | breadfan |
| Subject: | Twisted Sister |
| Message: | My sister and her friend Kelly get some kind of kick out of picking on me. They are 2 years older than me and thing they are so cool, and that I am just a little nerd. Last weekend my parents left for a little vacation leaving my sister in charge. I knew I was in for a rough weekend. They said no one was allowed over but as soon as they left my sister had Kelly come over to stay the night. She had a small bottle of vodka and they got drunk in her room upstairs! I could hear them laughing and making a lot of loud noise.
A while later I was minding my own business when my sister called me to come to my room. She was almost ordering me too and I didn’t know what for. Walking into my room I saw she had my mattress pushed off my bed. That’s where I hid my girly magazine and she and Kelly were standing there with some of my magazine in their hands laughing at me. They asked me if I masturbated to these at night pointing and laughing at me purposely taunting me. I was so mad and embarrassed I said if she said anything I was going to tell mom & dad that she had Kelly over and got totally drunk too. She said ‘Oh no you won’t. If you do I’ll tell them about these magazines.” That put a lump in my throat knowing I would be in big trouble for that no matter what. Then she said, “Kelly wants to see how you do it.” I looked at her like she was crazy. Then she slammed the door shut and said, “I’m serious! Take your clothes off right now or I’ll tell mom all about you dirty magazine collection and you know you will be in big shit then! Now do it!” I could smell the alcohol on her breath. Telling her no way I went to leave but she blocked he door. The she pushed me back and Kelly came up behind me and jumped me too. I struggled but they over powered me laughing at me calling me boner boy and other embarrassing names. I screamed and kicked my sister in the thigh and she got really mad. I was wearing long board short and a t shirt. She grabbed the bottom part of my shorts and pulled them down. They came down past my ass and Kelly burst out laughing seeing my naked ass. My sister said, “You think that’s funny? Wait till you see his little dick!” I fought like crazy trying to keep her from pulling my shorts off but it was 2 on 1. With Kelly helping her push my hands away I could not keep a grip on my shorts as my sister pulled and tugged till she got my shorts and underwear down. I wound up on my back on the floor as she pulled my shorts totally off me! I cowered on the floor on knees cupping my dick. Laughing at the site of my penis they grabbed me lifting me up dragging me over the bed. Pinning me down they held me like that tickling me with no pants on at all. My dick flopped around in front of both of them fully exposed. Kelly had me in a full nelson from behind so my arms were disabled. They had their fun both laughing hysterically as my sister tickled my sides, ribs, feet and arm pits as I kicked like crazy screaming in protest. Then trading places my sister held me down letting Kelly take her turn tickling me all over and even touching and flicking my balls and dick. She kept making fun of how small it was but with every touch it grew a little more till I could not control it anymore. I got a full stiff erection right in front of both of them. They both squealed and laughed hysterically watching me struggled around with a full boner. Then forcing me to turn over so they could see my naked ass they pinned me down on my stomach. My sister told Kelly to help pull my shirt off and they yanked it over my head laughing and slapping my ass as I screamed and tried to fight back in protest. They got me stripped naked. With them sitting on me and holding my legs down they spanked and slapped my naked ass. I yelled and screamed so loud my sister got worried that someone might hear so they gagged me with a sock and tied another long sock around me head to keep my mouth stuffed and my voice silenced. They spanked and pushed my ass up and down over and over causing me to hump the sheets. My boner rubbed against the sheets humping the bed till I felt like I was almost going to cum all over my sheets. They turned me over again with my dick now so swollen and red it felt like it was going to pop. They tied me down spread eagle to the bed naked. Kelly said this was the most fun she had in a long time tickling my sides as I kicked and struggled wildly with my hard dick waving around right in front of her face. Then my sister said she had a great idea and left the room for a moment but the door bell rang! Kelly closed the door to my room and sat next to me with funny look on her face. Then she got up and locked the door and came back again. She started running her finger up and down my shaft rubbing it. I started to kick and shake my head no, thinking I might squirt at any moment now. She put her finger to my mouth and said “Shhhhh!” The she mover her face down to my dick and put it in her mouth!! She started sliding her head up and down my shaft over and over for what felt like forever. My sister started pounding on the locked door but Kelly didn’t stop. She sucked me till I started to squirm big time trying to hold back from cumming. Then she pulled her mouth off and started stroking my wet slippery dick till I could not control myself any longer. I released one huge squirt after another of jizz shooting it all over my chest and stomach. Kelly watched wide eyed laughing at the sight of me cumming all over myself. My sister kept banging on the door harder and harder demanding to know what was going on. Finally Kelly got up and opened up the door. My sister put her hand over her mouth with her eyes wide open seeing me with sperm all over my chest. She looked at Kelly and they just laughed their heads off at me. Then they left me tied up naked like I was for the rest of the night. |
| Name: | Spor-adic |
| Subject: | Rachel's Morning 3 (Final) |
| Message: | This was what Rachel had expected, and it wasn’t. She had imagined the arousal, the high, the helpless feeling; she had imagined the blush, creeping over her cheeks like a rose over a white beach, feeling something like a sneeze and a cry and the nervous little smile it engendered… She hadn’t imagined her own wetness, her nipples’ obvious response, the hypersensitivity of her skin and ears—that was the arousal—; she hadn’t imagined the paralyzed mind, the lightheadedness—that was the high—; she hadn’t imagined the helplessness, nor had she imagined the fear and the realization of the depth of her humiliation—that was the helpless feeling. She hadn’t imagined blushing deeper than she’d ever blushed before; she hadn’t imagined the feeling of it melding so well into the other feelings. Her plans did not extend to the realities of the situation, only the feelings of them, and they disregarded both the realities and the feelings of their effects. As a dream this situation went away. As a masturbation fantasy it went away. But now Rachel had pulled the fantasy into reality—she realized this—and now it wouldn’t go away. There wouldn’t be any waking up or any muscle-clenching orgasm to bring this embarrassment to a close; it would go on until it had been played out, had played itself out, and then, after, they would look at her. Tomorrow, they would look at her, and the next day; laundry and nudity and her face would remind them of it, unfailingly, for years—maybe forever. Her mother and her brother would always remember this humiliation—and it had been completely her doing, and they would remember that as well. Rachel realized that she had made a horrible mistake: a stupid, petty mistake, in the name of momentary, private horniness, that would haunt her long after in ways she did not want. She wanted to cry. She wanted to orgasm.
Her brother was still watching her—it wasn’t quite in a perverse way, it wasn’t lustful, but he wasn’t laughing at her anymore, either. He seemed frozen, staring as if something were happening. Rachel took her hand away from the breast she had been caressing, the nipple she had been playing with unthinkingly, lost in her thoughts of the situation, and felt another shudder of sick mortification. She blushed, if it were possible, even more deeply, and shrunk a little in the chair; he looked entirely uncertain, now that she gave his face her attention, of what to feel or do in this situation—he had all along. He was only thirteen, after all; in all likelihood he’d never lain eyes upon a nude girl before. Still, he managed to raise an eyebrow and, awkward yet but impish still, ask, “Enjoying yourself, huh?” and laugh. Rachel blushed furiously; the tingling feel of it seemed to spread to her arms and chest. She had no response to his words. Rachel finished her Pops. She stood up again, exposing her pussy with the cute, meager bush again, walked to the kitchen and put up her bowl, her back, her ass and her legs and her feet again in sight. If she had been capable of the thought—and had been the one watching—she might have realized beneath the shame she cut a beautiful figure, the long black silk of her hair covering her soft neck, trembling over her graceful shoulders, flowing against her white, warm flesh, the curve of her spine and hips visible, a hint of her left breast betrayed by the slight angle, the definite muscles of her calves melting into the delicate intricacies of her ankles. But of course she was neither watching nor thinking; her mind was consumed by a dull, far-off buzz, her bodily awareness sharpened to an extra sense, not gathering information on her surroundings but feeding her the sensations of her own physical state. She could feel the blood racing in her veins, racing throughout her body and finally beneath her soft, gentle breasts to the pounding, convulsing thing there that seemed not to rage but to flutter. She could feel her painfully erect nipples, her butterfly-aflutter stomach, her soaked and aching—she hoped, turning around from putting her dish in the sink, not as visibly excited as it was sensationally—pussy. She felt the slight air current on her body’s surface as she walked, sliding ethereally, ever so slightly, across her every curve and into her every crevice. She felt the humiliating gaze of her brother from the table, on her back and buttocks before turning and on her entire front—but mainly on her sex, which was thrilling and horrifying at the same time—after. But she wasn’t returning to the table; she intended to go downstairs, to go to her room. Regardless of her earlier plans (and hadn’t she made her point anyway?), Rachel was not going to stay here any longer. She was losing control on two fronts, and it was requiring an increasing amount of her diminishing will to keep the tears in her eyes and her fingers out of her; crying and masturbating were both things she would not do—even if she would stand here naked, exposing herself completely, and have breakfast—in front of her family, in front of anyone. “See you later then, I suppose?” her brother said, still sitting, whether in a mocking tone she couldn’t tell, and Rachel gave in reply a weak “…Sure…” She reached the stairs in more of a daze than before; her head was light, pulsing like her pussy, buzzing, and she was saturated in embarrassment, swimming in it, an aroused body and a numb mind in a sea of blushes. She felt things around her were spinning, she felt as if she were falling into the embarrassment… She felt a thump; something hurt her head, it was ringing. Someone was rushing to her; she opened her eyes and saw her mother to her side; her brother appeared at the top of the stairs and then descended to where she lay, asking whether she was alright. She had fallen down the stairs, somehow; she blushed for a reason other than her nudity, for once. “I’m fine,” she answered, voice stronger than it had been, almost to its normal volume. “Are you sure, honey?” Her mother looked concerned. “It was just four or five stairs, Mom,” Rachel said. She started to get up, and noticed with another blush how she had fallen. She’d almost forgotten her nudity in the surprise of the fall and the minor embarrassment of her clumsiness; now it was compounded to her previous mortification, and more: she was sprawled on her back, hair everywhere around her, limbs splayed; her arms were out at her sides, her breasts uncovered and framing her face; her back was flat on the ground, but her legs were angled up on the stairs, and her legs were wide open, giving a perfect view of the (she now saw) very obviously aroused area between. Her labia was open, and her clitoris was swollen ridiculously, and easily visible; she was obviously very wet—her exposed pink parts were glistening, soaked. Rachel let out a little shriek and closed her legs, covered herself, but her family had been treated to the show already. She became furiously red and tried to shrink into the floor. Please, ground, just swallow me up! Her mother started laughing, no longer trying to restrain it, no longer letting out a slight, accidental giggle; she was amused by this entire thing, she knew Rachel’s real reasons for doing it had nothing to do with the clothes, and she was laughing. Her brother laughed too, but it seemed a little more sheepish; Rachel realized, looking, that he was helplessly erect. But they were both laughing at her. She jumped up and ran, paying no mind to their gazes on her rear, tears slipping down her cheeks now, ran to her room down the hall, jumped into it, slammed the door. They were gone. She sat on her bed, on the discarded towel, again, stunned. She heard her mom say something to her brother about all this out in the hall, trying to explain something and asking him to give his sister space. Rachel was horrified. She thought numbly of waking up tomorrow, of going up to breakfast clothed, normally, seeing them as she always did—and of how when they saw her, talked to her, they see nothing but this morning, but her, naked and horny and flaunting herself, and falling down the stairs. “I’ll never be able to meet their eyes…” she whispered. Not tomorrow, not the next day; never. Her body was still insatiably horny: her perky breasts begged to be touched, her soaked pussy tortured her for it. She gave in. She sent a finger twisting about the nipple on her right breast, and shuddered; her arm brushed the other, and she almost gasped. Her other hand went lower. Rubbing where the patch of hair grew, caressing the insides of her thighs, farther in, farther… Drops of pleasure from the waves of pent-up ecstasy she had inside her escaped; built, flowed, ebbed, and strengthened again. She was moaning, not caring if anyone heard her; she had just embarrassed herself beyond imaging, after all. At that thought she started to cry—silent tears, not the great wracking sobs she might have abandoned herself to. Almost silent—there were sobs. She was sobbing quietly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her fingers turning magnificently now on her clit, the other hand on her peaked nipples; she was moaning in pleasure and crying. She wasn’t sure how loud she was being; they probably couldn’t hear her out in the hall after all, if they were there. It didn’t matter either way; the pleasure was coming in more than drops now. She had no idea how long it had been: maybe an hour. As she worked her fingers through herself, she felt the barrier before the torrent weakening, breaking, the flows of tortuous ecstasy she was evoking now were joining, were about to join, were building up to something greater. Something greater… She’d felt this before. Never, ever to this extent, though; all the tensions and embarrassments of the morning were coming together, were pressing on here, were expanding, expanding, her humiliation and pleasure blotting everything else out. Her head was tilted upwards as she lay on the bed, her right hand between her legs, which were spread; her left had moved to the comforter and towel, bunching them up in a tightly clenched fist; her knees were bent and her toes were clenching tightly and then splaying, alternately. She was hardly aware of any of this and she was entirely aware of it; her eyes were open but she didn’t know it, she could hardly think at all— And her mother came in with the clothes. Her mother gasped, dropped the clothes. Evidently her daughter couldn’t be heard in the hall, and she hadn’t thought about privacy, to knock, after the morning’s nude jaunt. Rachel looked at her with glazed eyes; it took a moment to realize what was happening, that her mother had just walked in on her—was seeing everything, Rachel sideways on the bed and facing the door. She felt a horrible—worse than before, utterly worse—humiliation; she had never envisioned this, never considered this depth of self-embarrassment: she hadn’t wanted it. Her stomach, through the pleasure, was swimming with horror; her face was flushed already, but she blushed a deeper red than she had thought possible. Her mother, seeing her masturbate, seeing into her pussy—and at this angle her asshole—walking in on her, like this. She was still staring, shocked. “Oh my God,” Rachel thought again, maybe whispering it. She was going to die of this mortification; this was more intimate even than her nudity, this image of herself, everything open and visible, brow knitted and toes clenched and—she couldn’t think. The embarrassment rose in a huge wave, battered at her torrentially, covered her and filled her and diminished her in a way she hadn’t thought possible even with the earlier events of the day; and with it came the pleasure, bursting out of her, consuming everything, her mind blank, the world bliss and mortification. Helplessly, she closed her eyes on her mom’s shocked, surprised face and felt every muscle in her body clench, go rigid, heard herself moan or scream, felt herself coming, as she experienced the most intense orgasm she’d ever imagined. She was gone; the dreamlike sensations of her own actions were even gone, and it was just the pleasure, the current of carnal ecstasy born on her own humiliation, her certain knowledge that she had destroyed her pride utterly, utterly, beyond any hope ever of salvation or repair—and that she was masturbating, orgasming, naked, open, in front of her mother. |
| Name: | Spor-adic |
| Subject: | Rachel's Morning 2 |
| Message: | Rachel stood up. She had been lying naked on her back across her bed sideways, her towel open under her back, her fingers lightly on the stiff nipple of her left breast, thinking. When she felt her heartbeat more strongly than her hand, she lowered her feet to the rug—she could feel its tough, soft bristles on her sole—and stood. She looked down at herself, and with a thrill observed how naked she was. Nothing protected her; she was completely uncovered. Exposed. She took a deep breath, forced the consequences out of her mind, and took the five steps she needed to her door, opened it, the metal slightly cold on the skin of her hand. She stepped out and turned right down the hall, trying to expand in her mind whatever actual frustration she felt at having no pants in her drawer. That was her motivation for this, after all. She wasn’t unwilling to do her laundry; it wasn’t that much work, and as it was hers she certainly didn’t think her doing it unreasonable. It was just that her mother always did it, never asked her to. As long as Mom chooses to do it, it’s her responsibility to keep it reasonably on schedule. I’d do it if I needed to, to get it done, but how should I know I’m out of clothes if she always does it and doesn’t tell me?
She really did feel annoyed—frustrated at the repetition of having nothing decent to wear, with no warning. She should at least have clean clothes to wear—Rachel was at the top of the stairs; she didn’t remember climbing them, but her feet were on their cold stone and she stood at their top, taking a step onto the tile past them and to the door on her left. The dining room door. She could hear her thirteen-year-old brother talking to her mom about something inside, the two of them at the table. She was just now at the point of no return in actuality, but for her that had taken place in her bedroom, when, her head swimming with hormones—the same hormones, with about twelve times the previous adrenaline, that saturated her mind now—she had made the decision to do this. She drove away her questions and reservations, smothered the horrified part of her mind stammering, despairingly, that she would never, never be allowed to live this down, took a deep, shuddering breath… And opened the door. She walked swiftly towards the table, her breasts bouncing, their nipples perked and elongated in her mind-consuming arousal. The world was almost frozen in time; she couldn’t think. She saw them all look at her—at her, at Rachel—and she realized again that she was completely exposed. They saw everything. They saw her face, which instead of the calm, frustrated look she had imagined before bore wide, fearful eyes, a near-imperceptibly trembling lip, and cheeks scarlet with a deep, deep blush. They saw her neck, elegantly holding that humiliated face over bare, white shoulders which, in turn, were set above her round, upright breasts, which they also saw, complete with her pink nipples, hopelessly and obviously swollen and hard, sticking straight out from her chest towards a point above the table. Beneath these they saw her smooth stomach, which she’d sometimes allowed to be visible, but never along with what was below it: her waist, her hipbones, the bit of fur over… Her pussy was exposed, they could see it; she gasped inaudibly. Even her thighs, her knees, her shins, her feet, even her toes embarrassed her farther. This was not the tame humiliation of her fantasies. This was real. Rachel would have turned and run from the room but that it would be even more humiliating to walk in like this, without a reason, and to flee in shame. Her mother’s eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly agape; her brother’s expression was much the same, but as his eyes took in her totally naked form it bore a hint of laughter too. She put her head down, reached the table; she was less than three feet from each of them. Her brother started laughing at her. Her mother still looked stunned. Rachel sat down, her breasts perfectly visible above the table, but everything lower mercifully hidden. “Why did I do this?!” she thought. She hadn’t thought this through—this wasn’t like her imaginings, this was horrible. Her heart was beating frantically, and her mind was filled with its beat, swirling in embarrassment and remorse and horror. They saw everything. I’m naked. Oh my God. I’m naked. Rachel’s mother recovered somewhat, and amongst her brother’s taunting chuckle introduced the words, “Rachel? …What are you doing?” Rachel brought herself to look up through her shame, worried that her mom was angry, but she saw that the reality was worse; her mother had a half-grin of bemusement on her face as she looked at her daughter’s displayed upper body. Rachel blushed harder and looked away—then she remembered her excuse, her explanation, the only possible way to save the slightest iota of face in this, and she forced herself to look back at her mother, though not in the eyes, and answer, her voice shaking. “I… I didn’t have any clean pants, so I gave up. I keep not having clothes clean lately, and… So I thought fine, I’ll go without.” It sounded ridiculous even to her. She felt her nipples hardening somehow even more and in horror willed them to soften. Her mother looked surprised and amused; she looked to the side and failed to keep a giggle from escaping. Rachel hadn’t considered this reaction; she hadn’t, in actuality, thought of her family’s reaction beyond their initial disbelief and shock. “Alright,” said Rachel’s mother, “I think I washed some last night; I guess I’d better put them in the dryer.” She looked at Rachel, who stared at the table in mortification, and again failed to restrain a little laugh. “You’ll probably be wanting some cereal?” And she gestured to the side at the kitchen. Rachel nodded, but her mother seemed to be waiting. Resignedly, Rachel pushed back her chair and stood up, her pussy on display to her mother, sitting to her left, and—moreso—to her impish brother, who sat across from her. A wave of embarrassment shivered through her body. She walked to the kitchen, feeling their eyes on her smooth buttocks—she couldn’t imagine that they weren’t as red as her face. “Nice ass!” called her brother, but her mother said something sharp to him. Rachel didn’t know exactly what was happening anymore; she felt numb, lightheaded, dreamlike. She stretched onto her toes and pulled a bowl out of the top cabinet, bent over and procured a spoon from a drawer, and stepped lightly to the refridgerator, pulling out a carton of milk. She turned and walked back to the table, to the cereals and her family; she didn’t bother to cover up, it would have made her look more pathetic. She was still trying to maintain the air of nonchalance, trying to look as though she was doing this as a symbol of her frustration and was unembarrassed by her nudity; she had, of course, utterly failed from the moment of her entry into the room. Her mother said something about her clothes and the dryer and left the room, presumably to the basement, where the laundry room was. Her brother said something she didn’t hear and laughed at her. She walked in a daze to the table—realizing his eyes were on her pussy, swollen now, throbbing with the beat of her heart… She could hear the blood pounding in her veins to the beat of the throb, feel the wetness; her brother’s gaze there penetrated her daze with horror—and a little thrill shot through her, heightening her senses and weakening her rationality a little more. Rachel noticed she was at the table, was standing displayed to him for no reason; she sat down, and this time the cool, unyielding wood of the chair nearly made her gasp. Trying to ignore his eyes’ feasting on the curving, lily-white surface of her breasts, she poured a bowl of Corn Pops and started mechanically to eat. |
| Name: | Adriana |
| Subject: | Undercover Cops (Part 1) |
| Message: | **Disclaimer: First, for the excessively politically correct crowd this is a story of pure fiction. It is a FANTASY-based story only, having nothing to do with anything real. Second, it is an EXPLICIT story involving forced nudity, sex, embarrassment & humiliation. It IS graphic at points. If any of this offends you, don’t read it. Comment are welcome, good or bad, but please don’t get on here and start preaching to me or calling me names as I’ve seen some uptight types do. You have been alerted in advance**
Undercover Cops (Part 1) My name is Adriana and I am a senior in high school. I am on the Varsity cheerleading squad and without sounding to egotistical I am considered among the hottest girls in my class. I have long blonde hair, weight 112 pounds, and measure 32-24-28. I’ve always had my pick of any boy I want. I tried dating a number of boys at school for a while but they all turned out to be way too immature for me and didn’t ‘do it’ for me. One weekend at a party I met a hot older guy named Sal who was going to college at a local university. He was 21 and a sophomore and we started dating and went to a few college parties. He liked to drink and liked to let me drink too even though I was technically underage for drinking alcohol. It all started one late night after a keg party at a frat house of some friend’s of his. It was 12:30am and we were both very tipsy to say the very least. I was supposed to be home by 11pm that night but we were both drunk and he was acting very feisty in the car on the way home. He had some pot and we both smoked some although I had never really done that before. We were making out in the car as he drove and he was feeling me up and we both got very turned on. He pulled into a large empty parking lot at the far end of the campus and parked in the corner near the trees so we could fool around. We jumped into the back seat and made out for a while then one thing led to another and soon we were grinding against each other and humping each other. I was bra-less so he opened my shirt up and began feeling up my tits. I was feeling his stiff wiener through his pants and he got my jeans undone enough to work his hand down inside my panties. He stuck his finger in my wet pussy wiggling it around driving me crazy so I unzipped his pants and pulled his fat wiener out squeezing and stroking it. It got him so worked up he almost tore my jeans off yanking them down my legs till he had them off. I held my panties up but let him take my jeans off me. He got his pants undone and I went down on him as he worked my panties down. Fumbling with a condom he scrambled to unwrap it and get it on and that’s when it happened. A very bright light suddenly flashed into the semi foggy side window onto us. Then there was a loud tap on the window and an official looking man in regular clothes flashed a badge and suddenly pulled the door open asking us what we up too. It startled the hell out of both of us and I was so embarrassed I quickly rushed to pull my panties up. Before I could though, he reached in grabbing my arms hard saying, “Hold it! DON’T MOVE! PUT YOUR HAND UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM NOW!” Grabbing me he yanked me out of the back seat saying, “What do you have? What were you trying to hide?” I tried to explain that I was just trying to get my underwear back up but he would hear none of it. My boyfriend started screaming for him to let me go while getting his own pants back up and that’s when another man with a flashlight opened the door from the other side loudly ordering him out of the car too. They both said they were undercover officers. My boyfriend started yelling and cursing at them saying they had no right to do this, which only angered the officers more. Pulling my boyfriend out roughly he ordered him to get on the ground immediately. Meanwhile the officer who had me roughly pulled me out of the car by my wrists into the parking lot with my panties still down around my thighs. He had my hands so I couldn’t pull my panties up myself. My bald shaved pussy and bare butt were completely exposed. I tried to stand with my legs apart to keep my panties from slipping further down but it was difficult with him manhandling me. He pulled my hands behind me ordering me to “SHUT THE HELL UP” as the other officer got into a full scuffle with my boyfriend on the other side of the car. I watched as the officer struggling with my boyfriend whack him with a baton several times then kneel on his back handcuffing his hands behind him. With the wind knocked out of him he could not even speak or talk back to the officer. He was doubled over in pain. Roughly picking him up he said he was being charged with being drunk and disorderly and assaulting an officer and escorted him to the back of their car with a flashing blue light in the dash. My boyfriend defiantly spit in the undercover guy’s face, which was a big mistake. Whacking him across the back over and over he just about knocked Sal out throwing his limp body into the back seat of their car to my shock and horror. The officer holding me cuffed my hands behind my back then forced me to turn around. I tried to keep my panties up by pushing my thighs apart but the officer shook me around and ordered me to stop struggling. I tried to ask if he could just let me pull my panties back up but he cut me off telling me to “SHUT UP.” Instead he just chuckled and shook me around till my panties slipped down eventually falling to the ground. My shirt was still fully unbuttoned and open in the middle. Half my naked boobs were showing. With no bra my boobs kept bouncing out exposed as the shirt shifted with each jerking motion he put me through. My shirt wasn’t even long enough to cover my bare shaved pussy or ass so they were fully exposed regardless. Then stepping on my panties he forced me to move forward stumbling out of them pushing me against the car. I was completely bottomless now. Every time I tried to complain he cut me off telling me to shut up again. The cold metal of the car he pinned me against sent chills through my naked skin. He asked me if I was drunk and how old I was. I was afraid to tell him my real age so I lied. Then he asked me what drugs I was trying to hide. I told him none but he said it smelled like marijuana and wanted to know where I was hiding it. I told him I didn’t have any and that it was my boyfriend’s but he didn’t seem to want to hear that. He spun me around and pulled my shirt apart fully exposing both breasts. Feeling the fabric of my shirt he began searching me. He patted down the sleeves of my shirt and behind on my back too. Then he asked again if I was hiding anything as he reached in and grabbed my bare boob and lifted it from side to side as if he though I was hiding something under my boobs even though you could easily see I wasn’t. He did the same to my other boob and took his sweet time making my naked tits jiggled and bounced. It was horrifyingly embarrassing and humiliating. Then he spun me around again pinning me to the car asking the other officer to hold me while he searched the car. The other officer bent me over the hood of the car pushing my hands high up my back forcing me to stand up on my tiptoes with my naked butt stuck out over the edge. He laughed at my naked humiliation saying that this is what I get for being a drunk slut on drugs naked in a car in a public area. The other officer tore though my boyfriend’s car. Not finding anything in there he then grabbed me and escorted me to the side of the car. He pulled me over his lap in the front seat with my legs still sticking out of the car. One officer shined a flashlight right between my legs while the other ordered me to sit still while he checked me for anything ‘hidden’. He had on latex gloves. He used his gloved hands to spread my asshole looking at it up close pulling it apart so he could see up inside of it. He took his time examining it up close stretching it out almost as if he was playing with it! Then he did the same to my already wet pussy stretching it apart so that they both could look up inside it. I whined and kicked my legs protesting so much he threatened to gag me to keep me quiet. With a big smirk on his face he threatened to take me, as I was, down to the station and lock me up if I continued to resist. Then saying he still needed to check more he pushed his finger inside my open butt hole saying he wanted to make sure I had nothing stuck up there. Gently and slowly he pushed it deep into my hiney hole and wiggled it around as I squirmed uncomfortably grunting with each wiggle. They were both laughing at me making perverted comments about my ass! Then he did the same to my pussy with a different finger. Very slowly he pulled it apart touching all over the outside and even on my slippery clit causing me to flex my hips from the sensation. Then he pushed it up inside supposedly feeling around for anything hidden there too. Once done with his perverted fun he forced me to stand up in front of both of them with my shirt now slipped off my shoulders hanging behind me around my handcuffed arms basically stark naked in the parking lot. They kept their flashlights on me illuminating my tits and bare pussy as they discussed what to do with me laughing ever so often at my humiliation. Then they asked for ID again and how old was. They said I looked like a minor and wanted to contact my parents. I knew my parents would ground me for life if they found out about this and didn’t want them to know where I lived. The first undercover guy said he was going to take me down and escort me through the station naked like I was and hold me there till they figured out how to contact my parents. I begged them not too almost ready to cry now. Whispering to each other for a while in private the first officer then came back to me saying, “Ok we’ll agree to not arrest you or your boyfriend but for being such a bad girl you need some sort of punishment. What sort of punishment do you think you deserve?” he said with a perverse smile. I couldn’t believe what was being said to me. I was stunned and didn’t know how to respond so I just stood there frozen for a bit shivering in the cool night air. “Look. I am giving you a choice, or maybe we should just do the right thing and take you in. Should we?” he said impatiently directing his last question to the other officer. He pulled my arms up high behind me making me flinch in pain and stand on my tiptoes again and began escorting me bottomless and near sobbing to the undercover patrol car. “Boy the guys at the station are going to get quite a thrill from this one!” he laughed playfully tapping my naked teenage ass. (to be continued) |
| Name: | Adriana |
| Subject: | Undercover Cops (Part 2) |
| Message: | **Disclaimer: First, for the excessively politically correct crowd this is a story of pure fiction. It is a FANTASY-based story only, having nothing to do with anything real. Second, it is an EXPLICIT story involving forced nudity, sex, embarrassment & humiliation. It IS graphic at points. If any of this offends you, don’t read it. Comments are welcome, good or bad, but please don’t get on here and start preaching to me or calling me names as I’ve seen some uptight types do. You have been warned in advance**
Undercover Cops (Part 2) “Wait! Ok, please. Don’t bring me down there. Not like this. Everyone will see my bare pussy and boobs! Can’t I even get my pants back on?” Coldly the officer looked at me and responded, “Uh no. Sorry I don’t do that. Maybe keep your panties on next time around like a descent girl would have.” He said it without missing a step. “You go as I found you. Not my problem tramp!” I could not believe he was actually going to take me down there basically completely naked! I was horrified at the though. “Ok, Ok! What do you want? What ever you want. Please don’t arrest me” I broke down. Laughing to his partner he said, “Ok that’s better. That’s a good start.” Stopping in his tracks he turned me around. “First off lets have some fun. Bad little girls like you deserve s good spanking to teach you a lesson. Put up a fight and the deals off. Get it?” Without even waiting for a response he sat down in the back seat of Sal’s car and yanked me over his lap with my bare butt right below his face. Pushing my handcuffed hands up he began spanking my naked butt cheeks while the other officer stood watching with his flashlight shining right on my spread bunghole. Flinching with each spank he grabbed my ass spreading and squeezing it making perverted comments to his partner who just laughed. Squeezing my naked cheeks he let his finger push into my spread butt hole every 3rd or 4th spank. With each slap across my jiggling ass they seemed to grow more horny and perverted with their comments. The other officer took a smaller thin flashlight from his belt and rubbed the tip against my pussy getting it all wet and then slowly pushed it up my butt till it was almost all the way in. It fell so full and thick in my ass. Laughing they both continued to spanking my now reddening cheeks with the flashlight plugged up my butt. Reaching underneath my hip with his right hand he began rubbing and playing with my wet pussy while squeezing my tits every so often too. Again he found my clit and toyed and played with it. I held in anything that would let on that it was driving me crazy inside but my ever increasingly wet pussy probably gave that away. He was hitting my most sensitive spot so I could not help it. Then uncuffing me he removed my last stitch of clothes and began unzipping his pants. Ordering me to stay lying on my stomach with my hands behind me he took out his short but fat erect penis and told me to go down on him. In my drunken stoned state not thinking straight and not wanting to be arrested I decided to just do it and get it over with so I did. Holding my head up with one hand he pumped my mouth over and over faster and faster till it was like a jack hammer moving in and out of my mouth. A few minutes later tensing up his hips he jerked up violently as he let out a huge moan and blasted what seemed like a gallon of ejaculation into my mouth, gush after gush. I gagged and choked spitting it out all over with the overflow running down all over my chin. Hoping they would just let me go now the other officer made his way around to the other door opening it. Then to my dismay he started unzipping his pants. Pushing me forward the officer who I had just given a blow job scooted me forward till my head was sticking out the door hanging off the seat. Holding me face down over his lap on my back still the second officer took out his erect penis and told me to suck on it. Figuring it would all be over after this I let him put it into my mouth. He fucked my face holding my head up by my hair while the first officer still lay in the back seat playing with my pussy and asshole some more. A few minutes later his super stiff dick shot a huge load into my mouth too. Half way through cumming he pulled it out squirting cum all over my face as he breathed hard jerking back and forth moaning. Holding my head up he kept calling me a good little slut over and over as the cum dribbled down off my hair and face. It was so degrading. Ordering me to stand up they pulled me out of the car and told me to stand facing away from them. Covering my boobs and pussy with my hands with goo all over my face I kept asking if they were going to let me go now shivering in the night air. They said yes they were as I heard them closing car doors behind me. Turning around I saw them laughing as they slammed the last door shut on Sal’s car. They walked past me to their undercover car and pulled Sal out of the back seat still passed out. They put him on the ground next to the car, got into their car and then one of them said, “You are free to go” as he burst out laughing. Slamming their doors shut they sped off into the night leaving me naked and alone in the dark. Coming to my senses realizing I was still standing stark naked in an empty parking lot basically alone I made a mad dash for my panties which were still luckily on the ground where I left them. I quickly pulled them on. Running for the back seat of the car where my clothes were I grabbed the door handle only to find it locked. Panicked I tried each of the remaining doors one at a time soon realizing they had locked me out of the car! I looked in the window and saw that the keys were still in the ignition. Those bastards! They had locked us out of our own car! Now only in panties I stood hugging my bare breasts in a panic wondering what to do next. To make a long story short Sal finally came too. He was horrified at seeing me naked asking me what had happened. I didn’t have it in me to tell him everything so I told him they humiliated me and left me naked instead of arresting us. He was livid. He gave me his shirt to cover up with. Sal considered breaking out his window to get into his car but before that happened a black & white Police car pulled up to us with their spot light on. I was terrified. Uniformed officers came out asking what was going on and why we were half undressed in an empty parking lot. Sal angrily explained all that had happened to us with the undercover cops but the police officer said they had no undercover officers on the force! They also said that there had been a rash of various reports of undercover police impersonators perpetrating various crimes under the guise of being actual police officers but they were not. They said that it seemed like they had victimized us now too! Eventually we had to give a descriptions of the 2 impersonators and their car as best we could, and I had to tell every detail of what had happened that night. To this day they haven’t been caught yet. |
| Name: | Susie |
| Subject: | Stripped and Shaved |
| Message: | This is a true story from when I had just left school , we had a big party , and one of the girls Debbie who had been the school prefect was there , as the night wore on at about 2 pm as Debbie was about to go she was jumped on by about 6 girls and had her clothes were took off her , I never forget the removal of her knickers and the hairy pubes that were sticking out , some girl got some scissors and started trimming her pussy , then four girls shaved her pussy bald, then her eyebrows went , she left town soon after and it's only in the last month that I saw her again , we didn’t speak , even though I only watched. |
| Name: | JAC |
| Subject: | Sister's revenge |
| Message: | Sorry I took so long in getting this posted up, I forgot to bookmark this page and had some trouble finding it again.
Anyway, here's the story on our sister's revenge. If you read the other story, you'll know I'm in a family of 4, and at the time when the revenge happened (2 years ago) we were 15, 16 (me), 16 (twin), and 18 (sister). You should also remember that she was very pissed and her boyfriend broke up with her. Anyway, there was this week where our parents went out again, this time during their wedding anniversary. They would be out for the entire weekend (It was a long weekend, there was a public holiday on Thursday and our parents took leave on Friday so they could have some time off together). I guess the 3 of us guys didn't really keep in mind our sister's threat for revenge, either that or we forgot the whole incident, but when it came we were all surprised. We were watching TV on Thursday night, while our sister happened to have a few school friends over. If i'm not wrong we happened to be watching soccer. Our sister called for us to "come to my room now", and from her tone it sounded like we had done something wrong. When we entered her room however, we saw a few of our sister's friends (2 male 2 female) and our sister grinning at us. As we tried to run out as quickly as possible, our sister's friends grabbed us by the legs and I tripped and fell. My twin turned back to try and help me, but ended up getting held in an armlock by one of the guys. I was fighting and kicking really hard, and I might have caused a few bruised shins but that didn't really do much. They pinned me to the floor and gave me a painful punch to the gonads, and when I was moaning they quickly removed my clothes and tied me up hands behind back and legs together and gagged me with my boxers. As for my twin, they pinned him to the wall, yanked his pants and boxers down, grabbed his balls and squeezed them to stop him screaming (I have absolutely no idea how come John didn't hear us.) Anyway, his shirt was removed too and he was also gagged with boxers and bound, hands behind back and legs together. Then, my sister opened the door and called for John. When John came in nd saw us tied he tired to run for it. However, they picked him up, threw him on the bed, and literally tore his clothes off and tied him spread eagled onto the bed. My sister had the fun of masturbating him (sorry for R references here but that's what happened) but then always stopping before he could orgasm, and since he was in mid teens with raging hormones I think that might have been truly torturous. Anyway, after a while with John literally crying like a girl, They untied his hands, got a videocamera and forced him to jack himself off, which they did get on camera. After that they made him drink it. Then they put him under "torture" such as nipple-twisting and stuff that would make this story explicitly sexual. For our brother, it was 3 days of servitude and degradation in his birthday suit to whoever came around (and my sis got a LOT of people to come around), with a string tied around his balls for whenever they wanted to call or punish him. It also involved him getting tied down to her bed again and played with one day when she had an all-girls party and spanked in front of all of her friends when she was bored and "blowing" us every time we happened to get erections (wich was pretty much a given given that there were plenty of hot girls around. Darn those hormones.) It ended about 12 hours before our parents came home when she pushed him outside the house naked. The worst thing was we weren't able to exactly do anything for him, as we were tied up the whole time besides the occasional trip to the toilet and eating, and we couldn't run out because we were always guarded. Nothing much actually happened to us besides staying tied up without clothes on and the occasional trip to the toilet. But as a final act of revenge for the prank we pulled on her earlier, she had all three of us tied up naked on the floor, with a string to each of our balls, and we were pulled around the house with those strings. That was a real ouch. Especially for John when my sister's friends dragged him up the stairs (or tried to) by the string. |
| Name: | ryan |
| E-mail address: | ryanwilson619@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | 4 girls got stripped |
| Message: | One night my mom and dad went away for a weekend and left me my sister at home. She asked if she could have some friend over on Friday night because I was have some over on Saturday. I said ok but no more the 3. She said ok.
Later that night they in the living room when I walk by. Next thing I new I got hit in the head by something. I stopped and said who hit me in the head? My sister was showing off in front of her friends. She stands up and said me. I said I will get your for that and she said she could take me. Her friend was sitting there laughing at me and saying go Pam (that is her name). So I said I was going to get her and I tackled her and when I got up to leave she pantsed me but my boxers did not come down. I said she just made the wrong move and her friend began laughing hard. So I said I going to get you back and I pantsed her. She and her friends were in the pj and my sister does not wear underwear with them. So she was standing the butt naked. She was so embarrassed. She hit me and her friends were laughing still and they were making jokes. So I said do they want to see more they all laugh and said yes. She begged me not too but I said you stared it and pulled her top off. She was totally naked now and she said to stop laughing or she will do the same to them but no one did and she grabbed the smallest girl and pinned her down and stripped her so now she felt the same embarrassment as my sister. She and my sister grabbed another one of her friends and they stripped her with the 4th person’s help. When they where down to 3 of the 4 girls stripped they looked over and said she still is dressed and they strip her too. They were all naked and I have the biggest boner and grabbed all the girls stuff and ran out to the front yard and dropped it. I went back in and said if they wanted their stuff back they would have to go outside and get it. But my sister out smarted me and went to her room and got another pair of pjs on and got all their stuff. When I was getting some food I heard them taking about how to get me back for trying to make them go out side naked. I yelled out I heard that and if they try to get me I will call some friend over and we will strip you girls again. The night went on and they did not get back at me. the end |
| Name: | jessica |
| E-mail address: | ryanwilson619@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | play fight with sister |
| Message: | Me (Jessica 18 at time about 5foot 4) and my sister (Pam 21 at time about 5foot 6), we were walking down the hall to are rooms at about 9:30 and I pushed her in to the wall. She said to stop or I will pay. I say sure and pushed her again. This time harder and she tackle me and we started to play fight. (We play fight about 4 times a week but this one was different). She said hold on one minute I said ok. She said mom and dad are not home and will not be home till tomorrow night so why don't we have a catfight. We have never had one before. I said what the rules are. She said that we would fight till one of use wood be naked and the loser would have to get a spanking. i said sure.
we started the fight she got the upper hand at first and she was on top of me and sat on my chest. She lifted my legs and pulled my pants off and panties too. She let me get up and this time I got her down and I pulled her shirt over her head, but did not get the bra. She fought her way up and tackled me down and did the same to me pulled my shirt over my head but she also got my bra too. She won. It was so embarrassing to be in front of my sister naked. She said that she won and if I was read fore my spanking. I ran but she tackled me again. She said that for running she got to punish me any way she wonted. She pin me down and sat on my back and spread my asshole. Then she asked me if it was worth running I said no then she spanked me for like 30 seconds. The she let me go and get dress and she got a new top on. |
| Name: | Spor-adic |
| Subject: | Rachel's Morning |
| Message: | She decided to do it.
She’d thought about it before, this crazy, stupid idea, but only as a fantasy—she’d pretended, a couple of times, that she was about to, convinced herself for the thrill that she was brave enough, but Rachel could never go farther than that—had never seriously believed she would pull it off. But this time, she was going to. It wasn’t a consuming thought by any means; it only hit her at certain times, when she did certain things, and was alone. Like getting out of the shower: that one had been the worst. Rachel had gotten to the point of thinking about it every morning as she stripped off her towel, as she sat on her bed, fabric soft against her naked skin, before she dressed herself. And it had become more alluring—more arousing; now, today, this morning, she had hit the limit of her resistance. Her pants were all dirty or being washed; normally she would shrug off the annoyance and put on a once-worn pair of jeans, complaining to her mom at breakfast, but this time Rachel had something else in mind. She had no idea why it was so appealing, but the idea… she shuddered—and not out of fright. Embarrassment was something intoxicating to her, although she didn’t know why; it was something about it, maybe the helplessness or the rush of heat or the shame, or maybe none of these, that made it irresistible. Or, that made it the subject of her secret fantasies, because so far she had resisted; she didn’t really know whether she’d enjoy it at all in reality, but she couldn’t put the idea out of her mind no matter what she realized: she saw, for instance, that what she was considering would, however pleasurable while or just after happening, prove devastating afterwards. She would never live it down, probably never be able to look her family in the face again. It would be humiliating, and they would know: they would know she’d done it on purpose, know she’d humiliated herself, know, probably, how sexual it was to her—how sexual she was!—and they’d remember her humiliation, see her embarrassment, every time they looked at her afterwards. Not that Rachel felt sexually at all towards them; it was in front of them only to make it embarrassing, and her family knew her so well and spent so much time around her that the embarrassment of this in front of them would insanely exceed that of it in front of anyone else. It wasn’t even that sexual of a plan; it was just nudity. But she was sixteen, and had managed somehow to keep her naked body unseen even by her mother since she was, at most, ten—a child. Now her body had grown up: her breasts were full C-cups set with rosy nipples maybe two inches in diameter—fair skin all over, contrasting with the black hair that fell to her shoulders—her hips were wide, and she bore a light tuft of dark hair just above the meeting of her legs; she stood at maybe 5’4” and had an hourglass figure. Not a child. And so exposing herself, womanly, sexual, developed, to people from whom she’d been keeping private her body since she was a child—people whom she would have been mortified to have catch a glimpse of her changing clothes—was just that: mortifying. She was breathing heavily, thinking about it. She would use her lack of clean pants as an excuse, and overreact, supposedly to make a point; having just gotten out of the shower, and finding her drawer empty (her mother hadn’t yet taken to making her do her own laundry), she would simply give up, exasperated, on finding an outfit—after all, she’d had on several occasions to pick out something dirty, which she detested, and this was the last straw of inefficient laundry cycling. Her family—mother and younger brother, her father being already at work—would be eating breakfast—were now, upstairs—and she would go up, as she did every morning, to join them. Naked. Her nipples hardened. It was audacious, shameless; whatever their reactions would be, she would tell them, with an air of annoyance, of her inability to find clothes and that she gave up. Rachel hadn’t thought beyond this; the idea so aroused her by this point, whenever she thought about it, that her mind just couldn’t do any more planning. What would they do? What would she do? She’d imagined this a hundred times—and other scenarios like it, but this seemed the easiest to pull off—but now… She was going to do it. The fever in her head and sex, the fluttering beat of her heart, was this time enough; it was a stupid idea, a stupid thing to do, she’d regret it and be miserable, but oh… The idea was so delicious, so forcefully pushing her with every throb of her heart to throw all that out the window, to forget it all and slip into the horrible, sensual fantasy, that she couldn’t resist; she stepped over the brink, and in her mind she said to herself: “I’ve decided to do it.” |
| Name: | wd |
| E-mail address: | michellee--xo@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | strip fight |
| Message: | Hi, I love the board I witnessed this fight between MJ and Paige just this summer, we were at Paige’s house down in the rec room when they started to argue, it escalated to pushing and then finally cat fighting.
They were rolling around and Paige grabbed MJ's shirt and pulled it off revealing her black sports bra, then MJ grabbed Paige’s shorts and pulled them off revealing Paige’s lime green panties, I couldn't believe it they were stripping each other!! They fought some more and Paige pulled MJ's shorts off revealing her red G string, her tight ass cheeks looked great, they fought more and MJ grabbed Paige’s panties and pulled them off revealing her tight ass and reddish blonde pubic hair, Paige looked shocked, but she grabbed MJ's G string and pulled it off revealing her black pubic hair, they kept fighting and MJ pulled Paige's top off and she wasn't wearing a bra! Her milky white breasts looked great with their erect nipples, Paige quickly grabbed MJ's bra and pulled it off revealing MJ's gorgeous bronze breasts, MJ then grabbed Paige’s legs and spread them apart revealing everything, Paige screamed and begged her to stop, and MJ said not until you say I'm right, it took a few minutes but she finally said it. I spoke to Paige afterwards and she is plotting her revenge. |
| Name: | DW |
| E-mail address: | dw5062 |
| Subject: | Stripped in the jeep |
| Message: | This happen a couple weeks ago. My friends and I went out for a ride in Suzi's new jeep. There were 4 of us, Suzi, Michelle, Deb and me, Karen. It was a beautiful day so we helped her put the top down and take the doors off. The jeep was wide open. I was riding in the back with deb, Michelle in front It was sunny and hot but we weren't going swimming so we were all dressed in shorts and shirts, that is except me. I love to wear tube tops. I have 36C boobs and the tube tops are just right for showing them off. The ride was going good just riding up and down the boulevard checking out the guys. Debby and I were taking turns standing up in the back holding on to the roll bar when Michelle pointed to the burger joint coming up. She said she was hungry. Suzi said she'd have to turn around to get a parking spot, which meant another ride up the beach. That was ok with me I was standing up in the back, wind blowing my short dark hair back, it felt so good I didn’t notice deb moving behind me. I was checking out this group of guys when suddenly I felt a tug on my shorts. Next thing I know I’m standing there in my panties and tube top, my shorts around my ankles. Suzi was driving too fast for me to let go of the roll bar, I was afraid of falling over or even out of the jeep. Next thing I know all the guys are laughing and pointing. Michelle turns around in the seat and starts laughing at me saying way to go Deb and they high fived. In the mean time I'm turning beet red so I finally chance it and let myself fall back into the seat to retrieve my shorts. The girls finally stopped laughing and suzi turned the jeep around. Now Deb decided to stand up for the ride back. I was thinking about getting my revenge. Looking at deb standing there, her ass practically in my face. She has these long legs. She’s tall, athletic and blonde. I knew I had to try. As Deb stood there I reached up and grabbed hold of her shorts but they were tied too tight and wouldn't budge. She turned and slapped my hand away laughing saying ha-ha you can't get me.
We parked and went in for the food. We found a table out on the front patio to eat where we could see every one walking by. The girls were all teasing me about getting pantsed by Deb and how funny I looked standing there in my flowered panties and tube top. I guess at the time it was embarrassing, but now I could see the humor in it, let’s face it, it was a good joke and hey she got me right. So next thing we know a group of guys come walking by. Wouldn't you know it, it was the same group of guys we were riding by when Deb pantsed me. Hey look there's that girl that was flashing in the jeep. Hey nice ass there flasher!! one of the guys shouted. I turned about 6 shades of red. Of all the luck. Suzi, Michele and Deb burst out laughing, Guess you have a fan club Karen!!!! Michelle reached over and tugged at my shorts but I was sitting down so she couldn't get then. Don’t want to disappoint your fans now do you she asked laughing. I guess part of me actually wanted her to pull them down again. I don't know why. I guess I just liked the feeling of everyone looking at me. Them seeing my panties like that when they're not supposed to. We got back in the car and started back down the beach towards the highway. Deb stood up letting the wind blow her long blonde hair. I tried again, moving behind deb but michelle was watching and warned deb about what I was going to do. Deb dropped back into the seat and said I don’t think so. A few minutes went by and I started getting that feeling again, that I wanted to be exposed again. I wondered to myself if Deb would try again if I stood. Now I really wanted it to happen. I stood and held on tight to the roll bar leaning forward so I couldn’t see deb if I wanted to. Sure enough I felt deb grab hold of my shorts. I pretended to not notice. Then it happen, my shorts were around my ankles. I was standing there again in just my tube top and little flowered panties. Deb was laughing hysterically. Suzi looked into her mirror and saw me and burst out laughing too. Michelle turned around and just smiled, it was an evil smile. She was already turned around in her seat up in the front of the jeep. Because I was half bent over the roll bar already she just reached up and grabbed the back of my tube top. I could feel it slowly sliding up my back. At the same time Deb was trying to work my shorts over my feet and off. The next sound we heard over all the laughter was a horn blowing and some guys cheering. I couldn't believe it, 2 guys in a convertible were riding next to us watching the whole thing. I felt 2 things happen at once. The first was my shorts being pulled off and dab holding them up blowing in the wind, the next thing was a damp spot forming in my panties. How could I be enjoying this? I looked over to see the guys cheering and laughing. The passenger, This cute guy about 21, my age with short blonde hair had stood up in the car to get a better look. I was laughing too, how could I not. Michelle took this as her cue to keep going and it wasn't long before she had my tube top over my head and pulling it down my arms. Now the only thing keeping Michelle from taking my tube top completely off was me holding onto the roll bar. My boobs were swaying side to side as we drove. My nipples were hard as rocks and I don’t think it was because of the wind hitting them. I just kept laughing, I couldn't believe it, I was being stripped in the back of suzi's jeep like this and I was enjoying it. My panties were wet now. I finally made a decision and once again let go of the roll bar and dropped into the back seat. By letting go of the roll bar this allowed Michelle to pull my tube top completely off. Now here I was sitting in the back seat in nothing but my flowered bikini panties trying to cover my boobs. I thought suzi was going to crash the way she was driving and laughing so hard. And the guys next to us had moved closer trying to get a better look. Deb was waving my shorts around above her head and it looked like they were going to blow away if she wasn’t careful. This just made me hotter the thought of being stranded with no shorts. |
| Name: | chad |
| Subject: | exam |
| Message: | I have a story very similar to both of yours but in my case the doctor took it a little too far.
At the time I was 17 I'm now 20. I was going to a new doctor’s office I've never been before. I was going for a physical so I could wrestle. The nurse measured and weighed me then brought me to the room and told me to wait for the doctor. A few minutes later a female doctor came in. She was probably in her late thirties. She was good looking but not smoking hot. I had had a girl doctor before so it was normal. But then she asked if a few young students could observe and learn. I didn’t know what to say so I said yes. She walked out into the hallway and brought back three young female doctors. They were all really hot probably 21 or 22 years old. Two of them were brunettes and one was blonde. One of the brunettes caught my eye as a perfect 10. She had great breasts big but not overly big and really perky. She also had a nice ass. The doctor started out by checking my ears, blood pressure and pulse explaining to the young girls what she was doing the whole time. Next she asked me to take off my shirt and she checked my back. Next was the part I was dreading. She told me to take off the pants and underwear. I did as I was told. I couldn’t believe I stood there naked except for socks. She told me to turn my head and cough I did and she said good. Then she called the three young ladies over and said they could use some practice at this. So first the blonde reached in and grabbed my balls kind of hard and said cough. This was really embarrassing then the brunette took her turn and finally the last brunette the hottest of them all reached in and as soon as she touched me I got really excited and got a full erection. She smiled and kind of giggled. I was mortified. Then the doctor told me to lie on the table. To picture it I am butt naked on the table with my guy sticking straight up in the air for everyone to see. The doctor started massaging my balls she said she was checking for cancer. And as before the other 3 girls got a go at it. The one really hot one leaned her face in like 2 inches away from my balls to make sure she didn’t see any lumps this got me even more excited and I had to gizz so bad I just couldn’t hold it and a little squirted on her cheek which was like 2 inches away. She gasped and started calling me a perv then got a towel and ran out of the office. I was so embarrassed. Then the doctor said I could put my clothes on and I was done. That was really embarrassing but kind of fun and exciting. I will never forget that young brunette doctor. |
| Name: | Tom C |
| Subject: | Medical Exam |
| Message: | Visitor, funny you mention medical exam experiences. I had a similar experience in high school. We didn’t have very good medical insurance I guess because every time I needed medical care my mother would always take me to the Urgent Care clinic in town. Every time I went I had a different doctor, most men but every once in a while a woman too.
My first time with this particular doctor was when I had an outbreak of really bad heat rash during a hot spell in the middle of the summer. It was so bad it concerned my mother enough for her to want to take me to the doctors. I was seen by a young blonde doctor that I guess was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties at most. She was cute. The best looking doctor I had ever seen that’s for sure. When I was finally seen by her and I told her about the rash the first thing she asked was for me to disrobe down to my underwear and put on the ole paper robe. She left the room while I did this so to me everything was normal and professional at this point. When she came back in a few minutes later I started explaining that I had a bad rash on my arms and part of my chest and back. She asked me if I had it anywhere else and I told her no. She of course wanted to see the rash so I showed her my arms but she wanted to see all of it and undid the robe that was tied in back and slipped it off examining the affected areas of my back. Then she asked me to lay back on the examining table pulling the paper robe off altogether so she could see and feel the rash spots on my chest. Again she asked if I had rash anywhere else and I told her no again. She continued anyway sliding her hands down my stomach examining me and then pulled my underwear down from in front so she could look at my penis even though I had just told her I didn’t have rash anywhere else! She kept saying that it normally affected joints and other confined areas and kept examining me. With those thin latex gloves on she lifted my penis and balls to one side then the other looking between my legs and inside my crotch under my balls apparently still looking for more rash. Then she asked me to stand up and pulled my underwear down almost to my knees and told me to just let it drop to the ground for the moment. Standing there basically naked except for my socks she examined the back of my knees, and my buttocks saying she was just making sure all potentially affected areas were checked. Needless to say all the touching and caressing she was doing, especially from a very good looking woman doctor caused blood to flow to all the expected areas. It wasn’t long before my semi erection was on its way to being at full attention. Standing there stark naked with a pretty blonde doctor on a low stool rolling me around me examining my privates with her face only a foot away didn’t exactly help! It was embarrassing and luckily a few short moments later she told me I could get dressed and prescribed a very strong cortisone cream for what she diagnosed as a skin excema. Overall she was professional about it all except for insisting on pulling my underwear down when I didn’t feel it was necessary! Don’t get me wrong I never complained nor even brought it up with my mother who was sitting out in the waiting area the entire time. The next time I saw this same doctor was 2 months later for a hernia problem. Again it was an experience worth talking about so I’ll tell you all about it when I get more time. |
| Name: | visitor |
| Subject: | physical |
| Message: | I recently had to get a physical for football so I walked into the room and waited for the doctor. In the past I’ve always had a male doctor but this time a female walked in. I was a little nervous but kind of excited. She was actually a pretty hot doctor late twenties early thirties and blonde. She did the normal thing of checking my blood pressure and heart beat. Then she told me to take off my shirt so she could check my back. That took a couple of minutes then she told me take my shorts and underwear off so I did then she told me cough. This was usually what the doctor did but she didn’t stop there. She said she wanted to check my testes for cancer. So she started moving my testes around with her fingers. That took several minutes by this tike I'm getting a little excited. Then she started feeling my rod and asking if I thoroughly washed it every day and I said yes by this time I’m fully erect from her hands all over me. Then she said put on all your clothes and I was done. That was by far my favorite physical ever. |
| Name: | Tanya |
| E-mail address: | Dreamgetter 3@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | Humiliating |
| Message: | This very true event happened about 4 years ago at a university in Pennsylvania. I was a sophomore in an art class that was kind of like an all around experience in art. For most of the semester was abstract, landscape, and various other assignments relating to many areas of art. The class had about 40 students in it most of which were girls. I had several friends in the class with me that were in my sorority. Anyway there was this one guy that was on the football team in the class that was real hot and had this cocky attitude to go along with it. He sat at a table with some other guys that were kind of dorky as most of the other guys in the class were not so cool or athletic. We often times would over hear him kind of clowning on the other guys at his table. He really didn’t even talk to any of my friends or I even though my one friend had a crush on him and would often make eye contact with him. He was like I said hot and also had the coolest outfits and style. He was always dressed really stylishly and kind of thuggish but not to gangsterish. Well to get on with what turned out to be a very humiliating experience for the cocky guy who’s name was Jimmy. The last segment of our art experience was going to be figure drawing. It was kind of like the grand finally of the art class and it was taking place during the final week of class. Also on that particular day we were all turning in these art projects that we were supposed to be working on since the beginning of the semester. At the start of the class you could here Jimmy explaining to the teacher off to the side of the class how his was not complete and you could see he was giving alot of reasons for his situation. I should point out that our teacher was an out right proud gay female in her 40's who was not shy about here lifestyle. You could see them having a very serious discussion over the matter and that Jimmy was kind of looking distressed. During the semester you could kind of tell that she was not to found of Jimmy and his arrogant macho ways and she took full advantage of her authority that day. We were all shocked when the teacher, Ms. Webster turned to the class and explained how the nude figure model had backed out at the last moment and she had offered the opportunity for Jimmy to take their place as to earn some extra credit points. To here the teacher ask the class if Jimmy could earn some extra credit by taking the nude figure models place and that if anyone else wanted the same opportunity as to not to be unfair was shocking and exciting to say the least. As you could probably guess No one wanted the opportunity for extra credit through this means and the whispers started throughout the room. We found out later through some mutual friends that Jimmy was on a full football scholarship and he would have lost it if he had failed the class. The teacher must have explained to him that the extra credit would give him just enough points to pass with a class. Jimmy was beat red in the face and was asking if he could just turn in the project late but Ms. Webster would have none of it. Personally I think if it were anyone else she would have let them turn it in late but I think she had it out for Jimmy. Amazingly enough she asked him to disrobe and pose if he wanted a chance at passing and this once cocky cool guy starts to take off his clothes behind his desk. He took them all off and stopped at his underwear, which were some white polo boxers. He had a nice fit body but had a bit of hair on his chest and a little even on his back. You could see his table mates smiling and kind of looking at each other as this was taking place. At our table my friend that had a crush on him was Excited and we were all waiting to see if we would get to see it all. With that the teacher said that this was a nude figure drawing session and that the boxers would not do. With that he slowly pealed them down exposing his very hairy crotch and the funniest thing was that his penis could hardly be seen in all the curly black hair. He had like a one incher and it stuck out from his body. You couldn’t even see his balls at all. At this point many of the girls in the class were giggling and making comments to each other. One of the guys from his table said, hey Jimmy, where’s your jimmy, and they all busted out laughing. The teacher said to calm down and that that was enough. Jimmy was humiliated and beat red with embarrassment. For an hour he did all kinds of poses, all of which were super humiliating to do in front of a class of peers with a teeny tiny penis. We weren’t so cocky now showing his little thing to everyone in the class. He also had a really hairy ass which was of some more amusement to everyone present that afternoon. When we saw him from that point on referred to him as slim Jim. That was the most humiliating experience I have ever seen any body ever go through. It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person and my friends and I often laugh about that experience up to this day as I keep in touch with many of my sorority sisters. Good old Jimmy was brought down to size that day for sure!!! |
| Name: | Dave |
| E-mail address: | Ben424@OptOnline.Net |
| Subject: | Tricked and Stripped |
| Message: | This happened a few years back.
My name is Dave and I was fifteen years old. I was about 5'-4" and around 120 pounds. Pretty athletic. I had been going out with Adina for over a year. We never went further than kissing. Frustrating? You wouldn’t believe. Not that I never asked. She just didn’t believe in it she would say. One day, a friend of Adina's, Debra, arranged for us to be paired together for a science project. I wasn’t happy about it, as I wanted to be paired with Adina, but Adina seemed fine with it. Just so you know Debra had a reputation as the class slut. The fact that Adina did not protest or try to trade partners with her friend did not enter my mind. I only wish it had. I arrived at Debra's house after basketball practice. I was dressed in my button down shirt with a tee-shirt beneath it, and Jeans. Debra answered the door and we went up to her room to start our project. We were talking the whole time, about school, and eventually to my relationship with Adina. I kept mostly quiet but eventually she got me talking and I admitted to her that we had never done anything, though I was ready. Debra played her part perfectly. She was attentive and sympathetic. She had her arm around me and was playing toyfully with my hair while lying on my lap. Finally she sat up and started kissing me on the neck. I didn’t know what to do. She had one hand up the back of my shirt and the other down the back of my boxers when I started kissing back. She took off her shirt and let me unclasp her bra. I had reservations about what I was doing but, man, was I frustrated. The beast in me took over. I was now laying on top of my girl friends top-less friend. We switched places and with her on top of me she undid my belt and slowly slipped her hand into my underwear. I was hard as a rock. She reached into her drawer and came out with a condom. "But first", she said, "Some fun". She reached in again and came out with a 2 pairs of silver handcuffs. Before I could protest she had me cuffed to each bed post. She got off of my stomach, letting me first suck briefly on each breast, and used panty hose to tie my feet to the other bed posts. I was now tied spread eagled to her bed, raging hard-on in my pants and a half naked girl standing over me. I was the luckiest guy in the world. It was at that moment that my luck changed. "You were right Adina", Debra said to no-one in particular. A moment later Adina came into the bedroom to join us. So there we were. Me tied spread-eagled to the bed with my pants on zippered, Debra topless smiling down on me triumphantly, and Adina looking hurt, yet angry. I couldn’t say anything. Adina spoke for all of us. "So, this is how it is. I wish I could say I am surprised. But I had been suspecting you would cheat for a while now" She had tears welling up in her eyes and I started to say something but she told me to shut up. I was going to learn not to cheat on her. She and Debra left the room. They returned about 15 minutes later with a plastic bag. No-one spoke. Debra removed my sneakers and socks while Adina reached into the bag and took out a pair of scissors. Just like that my shirt and jeans were removed. I was nervous, and even though Debra was still topless, my hard-on disappeared. I was now in a tee shirt and underwear. Adina reached under me and gave me a wedgie. My underwear started to tear. Debra cut off my tee shirt and I was left in a pair of underwear which was ripping down the sides, which mercifully tore away a few moments later. I was left naked. My penis was its normal 3-4 inches soft. I had brown pubic hair. This was the first time Adina was seeing me naked. Notice I write HAD. Debra left the room and returned with a trimmer and razor. They both took turns shaving me until I was bald down there. By the time they were done, my hard-on returned. Adina and Debra left me upstairs and ate dinner. Debra came back and gave me my first blow job. It was amazing. She said she had Adina's blessing to do with me what she wanted. She took pictures of me and told me that I was now her toy. It would be in my best interest to listen to her. She cut me loose and gave me her dad's old robe to wear home. I was going to be a very long school year. |
| Name: | JAC |
| Subject: | Prank on stuckup sister |
| Message: | Hi, I'm male, 18 years old and 3rd in a family of 4 children. My 3 other siblings are 17, 18 (My twin but older by a few minutes), both male, and my elder sister, 20. Anyway, there was this thing that happened 3 years ago, My elder sis was being a bitch to the rest of us, always playing the police, and she was especially mean to our youngest brother because she probably never forgave him for something, I don't know. So the 3 of us guys played a trick on her.
My youngest brother, who I will call Jonathan here, happened to realize there were differences in my sister's *ahem* bust size *ahem* when she was alone and when she was outside. He deduced she stuffed SOMETHING into her bra to make them look larger. That day, our parents were out on a business trip. When her boyfriend came over that night, John asked for a little alone time with him, and my sister didn't want to seem too bitchy, I guess. Anyway he and my brother went into the room, and when they came out her boyfriend kept giving her a lot of glances. My sis noticed but probably didn't realize anything. Later when she was bathing, I called out to her from outside, while my twin picked the lock and went in. She probably thought I was the only one there, and didn't realize anything amiss when I talked to her from outside and my twin went in and grabbed her clothes. Since we use shower curtains in the toilet to stop the rest of the toilet getting wet, she didn't see what was going on. Anyway, we got out of there with all her clothes, including the towel. We got her boyfriend to stand outside the toilet door cause I guessed she would make a run for it back to her room (she gets her own room because she's girl, and the oldest), so my twin went into her room and locked hiself in. My guess about her running for it was correct, and her boyfriend and Jonathan and I happened to catch a good glimpse of her cleavage while she ran to her room and TRIED to get inside (my twin was still inside.) We saw her trying to cover up while she was shrieking her head off at her boyfriend, telling him to try and help her while he seemed to be gawking at her breasts. Anyway, after a while, my twin let her in, and she rushed in and slammed the door in her boyfriend's face. They broke up after that. But I have to say it kinda served her right. Plus, I MIGHT have thought that it was for her good if her boyfriend only liked her because of her cleavage, if not for the fact that we dislike her. So I don't think that. She got her revenge later on though, but it was more of a shovk for us and a painful experience for our younger brother, reply if you want to hear about it. She was quite vicious. |
| Name: | Kirk |
| E-mail address: | higgyboy589@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | REVENGE ON A DOBBER (found this gem on the net) |
| Message: | REVENGE ON A DOBBER
By Steam Train ( steam_t2000@yahoo.com ) Hi Kate, As you're my best friend I guess I owe it to you in this email to tell you all of the details of what happened last Friday. Everyone else seems to know at least something about it also, so it doesn't seem matter so much now having to tell you all about it. Well you know Chloe's group of girls who are always trying to bend or break the rules, well earlier in the week, I learning about some things her group were up to and as a Year 7 Councilor, I reported them to Mrs. Thatcher. As you know all those girls got in big trouble and were put on detention. Unbelievably Mrs. Thatcher was so stupid, she actually told them, "Rachelle has reported you to me". So they all then knew that I was the one who had dobbed on them! I desperately tried to avoid them every day since then but on Friday, they found me when I was taking the short cut walking home from school through the bush trail at the side Pulton Park. The whole group surrounded me, and they looked very angry. Frightened I began begging them not to hurt me and telling them I was only doing my duty as a Year 7 Councilor. Alana and Jill shoved me down to the ground, and quickly while I was still lying on my back, Chloe pulled off my blue school skirt. Then, they all lifted me into a sitting position, and Chloe undid the buttons and took off my white school blouse. I was left wearing only my white underwear, white socks and black shoes! I struggled back up onto my feet, and I tried to use my arms to cover my chest and crotch. "We didn't say that you could cover yourself. Keep your arms at your sides, you dumb little dobber", Chloe yelled at me. I was literally shaking with fear, so much so, that I was willing to do anything just to make sure that they didn't hurt me, so I did what Chloe said, and I left myself totally exposed. They all began making comments about my old fashioned white bra and how I thought I was so great parading around school showing off my well-developed breasts. "Hey I got a cool idea, lets see what Dobber's big tits look like" giggled Jill and the other girls readily agreed what a great idea. I begged them not to remove my bra but that was a bad mistake as it only encouraged them to do it. With terror and nervous anxiousness I felt Jill's fingers unhook my bra strap and with ease as I was not game to resist, she slipped my bra from my shoulders. As Jill removed my bra I tried to cover up but the other girls grabbed my hands and when Jill pulled my bra right off, my humiliating secret was revealed. All the girls saw that my tits were all padding. They thought that was hilarious, and they all began laughing at me, insulting me, and tormenting me any way they could. They made fun of my totally flat little girl nipples, yes Kate the truth is I don't even have any budding yet! Removing my bra broke any inhibitions they may have had and they immediately decided to remove my panties. Like with my lack of tits they all laughed like crazy over the fact that when my crotch was revealed, they saw that I was still a totally bald little girl having no pubic hairs at all. Chloe dangled my panties in front of my face, and asked, "Would you like to put these on?" I said, "Yes, please!" She smiled, and then she pulled my white panties over my head as if they were a balaclava! All the girls were hysterical with laughter. My feelings of helplessness and humiliation were so intense I actually began to cry. Jill then had another bright idea "Let's take her over there to the playing fields where there are sure to be some boys!" There were always boys who played cricket and soccer in Pulton Park after school. I begged, "No! Please don't do that!" But the fact that the idea made me so upset I am now sure convinced them that it was definitely the thing to do. So grabbing my arms the girls took off my shoes and socks and then lead me totally naked through the bush section of the park over to the playing fields. Sure enough, though not packed there were some girls and boys there, including guys from our school. Even your brother Ben and some of his friends were there and saw everything. The girls pulled me right out into the middle of the park, wearing nothing but my white panties on my head! My flat chest, hairless crotch, and lily-white butt were totally exposed for everyone to see. The boys couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Awesome, shit look at that, she's actually fuckin flat" one guy said Another said with derision "Hey Rachelle you look younger than my eleven year old sis" "Hey everyone, come and see what Dobber looks like naked" Chloe called out. Nearly everyone there at the park came at her call and gathered around me, staring my body, and giggling like crazy as they got a chance to see everything that had, only a few minutes earlier been my most private of secrets. Now you know exactly what happened. Catch ya, Rachelle The End |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.nifty.org |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Get Yer Kit Off, Part 5 (epilogue) |
| Message: | Epilogue
I finished washing the last dish and plopped down on the couch, breathing heavily. It had been 15 minutes since the girls left, and my arousal was just beginning to fade. For an hour I had waited on the girls in the nude, as they got progressively more drunk. When I wasn't serving them anything, Sara had had me sit on a chair at the edge of the room. I had had to cope with nervous glances, the occasional lewd remark, and - worst of all - the occasional teasing faux-erotic touch from Ness as I walked by. Thankfully, her hand stayed away from the more sensitive parts, although once she faked a slap at my groin that made me flinch and almost spill a drink. Altogether, a fairly frustrating and humiliating expererience, but one that would at least make a good story if I left out certain details. Sarah came back in the door, wobbling a little, and sat down in the recliner and regarded me. I said nothing, annoyed at her for bringing her friends over and having me play nude waiter. It had been quite a bit beyond what I considered fair penalty for losing the bet. "Tomorrow's your last day," Sara pointed out. "That's right," I said a little bitterly. "Your little torture session is over. Hope you enjoyed it." "Oh come on," she said. "It wasn't that bad, was it? Ness and Caroline both quite fancied you, really." "No shit?" I asked, wondering if she were telling the truth or just taunting me. "They have a weird way of showing it." "Well I'm not lying," Sara said. "They both thought you were adorably cute." I snorted in response, but inside I felt a little pride where before there had just been humiliated exhaustion. Why was Sara telling me this? After six days of trying to cut my ego down to size, why would she boost it by letting me know her friends found me attractive? "Anyway," Sara said, "I realize that was a bit extreme." "Oh really?" I asked sarcastically. My arousal had faded completely - I was so used to being naked in front of Sara by now that I barely even noticed it. "Well, what I mean to say is...I'm sorry, I didn't realize they'd tease you so much." Now that surprised me. I looked over at her in astonishment. So Sara had a human side after all. I was much less pissed at her now, although I was ashamed that she was even in a position to apologize for humiliating me. "Anyway, you can put your kit on," she said, getting up and turning to go do - what? "I'm tired of staring at your willy. And I'll be out tomorrow, so don't worry about your last day." "Yes, Mistress," I said sardonically. "Anything else?" "Well, you can go wank now," she said, heading for her room. "I expect you'll be wanting to do that." That stung all the more because she was right. "Want to watch?" I called after her. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that," she said, and closed her door. For a minute or two I sat there naked, staring at her closed door, contemplating what she had meant by apologizing, and why she still couldn't bring herself to be friendly to me. Did she secretly have some sort of repressed crush on me? Was she angry at men in general and taking it out on me? All I knew was that this wasn't over. I had lost my bet, and paid the price, but things weren't finished between me and Sara. Somehow, some way, I'd find a way to get her back. With that thought in mind, I went to my room to finally put some clothes on. But, before that, to do what Sara had been completely right that I badly needed to do. |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Get Yer Kit Off, Part 4 |
| Message: | Part 4
"Can I touch him?" Ness asked Sara. "I dunno," said Sara, "Let's ask him how he feels about it. Chris, can Ness touch you?" I gulped, handing Angela her glass of wine, and looked over at Ness, sitting in the recliner. She was also British, a friend of Sara's in town for a couple weeks. Ness was shorter than Sara, with sandy hair in a pixie cut. She also had a bitchy attitude, more bubbly and less cool-and-collected than my roommate, but just as annoying in my current servile state. Next to her, a tall rangy girl named Caroline rounded out the foursome that had gotten together for drinks in my apartment that night. "What kind of touching are we talking about?" I asked, smiling. That annoyed Sara. "Sure," she said. "Go ahead, Ness, touch him any way you like." Ness clapped her hands and jumped out of her seat, walking over to me. Against my will, I felt my dick stiffen against the blue boxers that were my only item of clothing. Over the last two days - the fifth and sixth of my ordeal - Sara had gotten tired of having me "get my kit off," and had told me to wear boxers around the house at all times. I was a little relieved that she had kept me that way for this little "girls' night" event; just having to serve drinks and food was embarrassment enough. There was no hiding it any longer - what had happened to me was going to leak out all over town. Oh well. Ness walked up to me and looked up into my eyes. "Hi," I said. "Hi," she said, and traced her finger down my chest and toward my stomach. Now there was no hiding the excitement trying to force its way out of my shorts. "Do you like being Sara's slave?" Ness asked. "Um, I think he likes it a little too much," Angela pointed out. "There's no such thing," Ness said, still looking at me, tracing her finger in circles just under my belly button and driving me up the wall. Then she turned to Sara. "Can we make him do jumping jacks?" "Sure," Sara answered. "I invited you guys over because hes only going to be like this for one more day, so do what you like." Ness turned back to me. "Can you be a good lad and give me a few jumping jacks, then?" I dutifully started doing jumping jacks. The impact when I came down each time jarred my erection uncomfortably, but that might have been the point. "Beautiful!" Ness exclaimed, and Angela and Caroline laughed. "All right, enough of that," said Sara, smiling. "Chris, can you fix us a tray of drinks?" I went to do that as Ness skipped off to the bathroom and Angela, Sara, and Caroline went back to chatting about work. As I mixed the drinks, I reflected that they'd already had quite a bit of alcohol, and they didn't necessarily need a lot more. But then again, it isn't the slave's job to question this sort of thing. I was just hoping to get through this embarrassing night with some shred of dignity and masculinity intact. As I stepped back into the living room and prepared to set the tray down, I heard footsteps behind me, and suddenly two hands reached around and pinched both of my nipples! The contact was shocking, painful and arousing all at the same time. I staggered forward, nearly dropping the tray, but managed to save it as Ness skipped out from behind me and dove back into the armchair. "Fuck!" I yelled, wishing I could rub my smarting nipples. "You bitch!" A collective gasp went up around the room. "I don't think he's supposed to say that," Angela said. "No he's not," Sara agreed. "Chris, please keep your language clean from now on, and please don't insult my friends. Ness, you can go ahead and punish him if you like." "Oh can I?" Ness bubbled. "What kind of punishments does he take?" "I usually give him a little slap in the bollocks," Sara said. "Nothing too hard, because I'm not allowed to hurt him." In an instant, Ness was in front of me. I had set the tray of drinks on the coffee table, and was nursing my stung nipples. But I didn't like the sound of this bollock-slapping idea at all. I twisted away so that my side was to Ness. "Oh be a dear and turn back towards me," Ness said, grabbing my shoulders and turning me back around. "And can you spread your legs a bit?" I tried to keep my crotch pointed away from Ness, and looked imploringly over at Sara. She nodded. "Do it Chris. You called her a bitch, now take what's coming to you." Glowering and gritting my teeth I spread my legs and faced Ness, putting my hands behind my back. Ness made a practice slap with her hand that made me flinch, and asked Sara "Like that?" Sara nodded. Ness turned back to me and then turned toward Sara again, as if to ask her another question. I followed her gaze, and at that moment I felt the stinging slap of Ness' hand coming up into my crotch. Caught off guard, I jerked forward and my eyes went wide. The girls all had a good laugh. Regaining my composure, I straightened back up and stood up straight, showing that they hadn't hurt me at all. "Can I do it too?" Caroline asked, speaking up for the first time. She couldn't hold her liquor as well as the others, and it showed in her voice. "Sure," Sara said. "Chris, do you think you can take another one? Or are you close to being injured?" "I'm fine," I declared, but inside I was hoping this didn't go any farther. Caroline came over to stand facing me. She was as tall as Sara, but not nearly as good-looking. Oh well, I thought. Such is the bad luck of a poor house-slave, to have his balls slapped by a plain girl. As I smiled at the ridiculousness of that thought, Caroline drunkenly reached back and swung her hand up between my legs. Well, her wrist, really. This impact caught me quite a bit more heavily than the light slaps Sara or Ness had given me, but at least I saw it coming. As a minor wave of nausea ran up my stomach, I half-stifled a grunt. With effort, I kept my hands behind my back, trying to stand as straight as possible under the circumstances. Then, without warning, Caroline jerked her knee up as if to kick me full-force in the balls. Luckily, she checked her swing - the knee would have certainly sent me to the floor. But, even though my reaction was too late, I jacknifed forward and brought both hands around to protect my groin, staggering back two steps. My eyes were wide and my heart was racing. She had totally faked me out! This brought even more laughter from the group, including Sara, as Caroline winked at me and half-staggered back to her seat on the couch. I stayed for a moment in the position I was, bent over, shielding my vulnerable parts from the nonexistent danger. "Just check for water running down his leg," Sara said, and in that moment I really hated her. But I kept my mouth shut, since my gonads had taken just about enough punishment for one night. "When is he naked?" Angela asked. "Was that only that one day?" "Oh no," Sara said. "Whenever I tell him to get his kit off, he gets his kit off." "Gets his kit off," Caroline said, jokingly imitating Sarah's accent. "Why?" asked Sara. "You want him naked?" "Well, I mean...I don't mind..." Angela fumbled, a little embarrassed. But then Ness raised her hand and shouted out, "I do, I do!" "No one offended?" Sara asked. Caroline and Angela shook their heads. "Go on, then, get yer kit off," she ordered me. I had had a feeling it would eventually come to this. Meekly, I took down my boxers and put them in a corner. To my embarrassment, my penis, which had gone limp from the minor beating that region of my body had taken, jumped back up to its full glory. "Can we have him serve us like this?" Angela asked. "Sure," Sara replied. "More drinks, please, Chris. And don't cover yourself unless Caroline goes for you again, ok?" I blushed furiously as they laughed, and I turned to go mix their next round... |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Get Yer Kit Off, Part 3 |
| Message: | Part 3
(Flashback: four days earlier in the living room of Sara and my apartment) "A dodecahedron is any polyhedron with twelve faces"... As I read those words, I felt a sinking feeling, like my heart falling right down into my stomach. I just stared at the screen for a few seconds in shock. "Well, that's that," Sara said, turning away. "Told you you were stupid to make a bet with me." I said nothing. Two minutes ago we had been jawing in each other's faces, each totaly cocky and confident, upping the stakes on this ridiculous bet we had made. It had been me who had made the final offer - a week of servitude. I had felt my palms tingle, imagining making Sara massage my back and bring me drinks dressed in a micro-miniskirt and tube top. But that fantasy was gone now, and the reality was that I was going to have to either welsh on the bet, earning Sara's eternal scorn, and proving myself to be far from the confident, dominant man I had portrayed myself as being, or submit to a full week of...well, whatever Sara wanted me to do. Which I was about to find out. "So," Sara said in her thick British accent, grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping its top. "You going to chicken out of our bet then, I'm guessing?" It had been two months since we had randomly moved in together, and we had been locked in a subtle struggle for dominance ever since. She was the epitome of the cocky British bar girl. She talked about how dominant her mother as, and how girls are tougher than boys. I never let down my own cocky front, though, and I secretly dreamed of somehow putting her in her place. But now it was me who was going to be put in my place, one way or another. If it was going to happen, I might as well up the stakes and see what she did with me as a "slave" for a week. "Nope," I said. "I'm keeping up my side of the bet. Slave for a week. Anything you want that isn't illegal and won't injure me." "And no sex," she reminded me. "That's what you said, right?" "Well," I said, putting my hand on my hip and showing off my arm muscles, "That depends on how much you want me. We could work something out." There hadn't been any overt sexual tension between us in the time we had lived together, but she was an attractive girl, and we both knew it. 5'9", brown shoulder-length hair, bright green eyes, long legs, and nice solid curves. I wasn't half bad myself, but she had shown zero interest in me, and that wasn't apparently about to change. "Fucking cheeky," she responded to my suggestion. "If you're really goingto be my slave, I'm going to have to find some way to punish you. Now get yer kit off." "What?" I asked, not understanding, my mind racing through the possibilities of that word "punishment". "You heard me. That's my first command as your master for the week, is to get your kit off." "What's a kit?" I asked, genuinely confused. "Oh, you stupid Americans," she sighed, walking over to me and pointing all over my body with a finger. "Your clothes. Take off your clothes." I felt my heart begin to race. What was she thinking? "Sure," I said. "Your wish is my command." Slowly, affecting a little strip-tease, I stripped off my shirt, socks, and pants, twirling each one on my finger before tossing them into the corner. She watched, arms crossed, an unimpressed look on her face. Finally, standing in my boxers, I flexed. I wasn't built, but I was decently toned. "All right, go on," Sara said. I had wondered if she had meant for me to be totally nude. I guess she did. "Are you really excited to see what I've got?" I asked, teasing. "Look," Sara sighed. "One thing we're going to have to get straight if you're really going to be my slave for a week and not chicken out, is that when I say for you to do something, you just do it, and no backtalk. Now it's like that, or else just quit and admit you were too scared to follow through with the bet." The cocky smile disappeared from my face. "Hey no problem," I said. "Being a slave takes some getting used to." I reached down and stepped out of my boxers. Sara regarded me coolly. This was my first time being naked around a woman who wasn't naked. I had been streaking once in college, but that was different. The unusual situation, and the fact that an attractive woman was examining my nude body right in the living room, turned me on, and my dick started to bounce itself into the air. Embarrassed, I reached my hands down to cover myself. "Don't cover up," Sara said. "What, are you embarrassed? Well you better bloody get over it, because if you serve out your whole week you're going to have to get used to being like this." Her easy shift from cocky roommate to imperious mistress was pissing me off a bit. No bet - especially over something as stupid as the number of sides on a dodecahedron - was worth this kind of humiliation. "Look," I said. "You can't talk to me like that. It's just a bet." "Hey," she shot back. "You made the bet. And besides, I'm not going to make you grovel or rub shit all over yourself or anything. If you're going to be my slave I'm going to be firm but fair. You're not going to get hurt." "Fine," I said, "Let's do this, then." I put my hands behind my back. My penis arched into the air, pointing straight up at Sara's head. "All right, that's good," Sara said. "This'll work. Now you should start doing some chores, because there's lots around her that needs to get done. How bout you start with vacuuming the carpet." "Can I put some boxers on or something?" I asked. "No," she declared. "You thought you were being quite a macho guy, making a bet with your girl roommate and offering to be a slave if you lost. Well, I think this is the perfect punishment. Remember, if you walk away before the week is over, it's the same as if you never started, and I'll assume you just walked around naked and did all those chores because you enjoyed it." "So I have to stay naked all the time?" I asked, wishing I didn't have the week off of work. "No," she said. "Only when I tell you to get your kit off. Got it?" And so my week of house-slavery began. As I vacuumed the carpet, fully nude and semi-erect, with Sara reading a magazine in the recliner, I reflected on the dubious wisdom of bet-making. It was going to be a long seven days... |
| Name: | Brittany |
| Subject: | Stripped in school |
| Message: | I go to a racially diverse highschool that has a pretty much even blend of black and white students. I am considered one of the prettier girls in school and as a consequence I have problems with several other girls. As I was walking through the hall one day, I accidently bumped into Jen, my arch nemesis. Jen hates me not only because I'm pretty, but also because I am white and she is black.
"Watch where you're going" she said. "I'll walk wherever I want, bitch", I arrogantly snapped. At that, she got very angry. "You white bitch! You're messing with the wrong person. I'll teach you to mess with a black chick." She then slapped me across the face very hard. I repeatedly hit her back, but she is stonger than me and was able to wreslte me to the floor. As I got up, Jen grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Now shirtless, I used my hands to cover up my partially exposed breasts. Jen took the oppurtunity to whip me in the stomach with my own shirt. The fight went on awhile longer, mostly with her hitting and pushing me, but I got a few punches in. She eventually knocked my to the ground again. This time she sat down right on my face and told some other girls to take my shoes and socks off. As my shoes and socks were being taken off, Jen unbuttond my jeans and slid them off. Now I was only in my matching pink bra and thong in front of a growing group of my classamates. Jen pulled my up so that I was standing. She hit me in the stomach and turned me around to give me the biggest wedgie I had ever gotten in my life. "Not so hot now, are you Amanda?" Jen screamed at me. I was now crying hysterically. She then yanked my thong up my crotch, just as hard as she had yanked it up my butt. I screamed and begged her to stop but she wouldn't. She just laughed and called me a dirty ho. After spanking me a few times to everyone's amusement, she pushed me into the nearest classroom and closely followed me in (with the crowd following her.) This room was empty so there were no teachers to stop this from happening. Jen picked me up and hung me by my thong on a coat rack. Hanging there, people could now basically see my butt. Jen squeezed it so hard that it hurt worse than being spanked. "Let's see what this slut's tits look like" she said before undoning the clasp on my bra and throwing it aside. It was so embarrassing having everyone see my bare c cup breasts. "Not bad," Jen commented and then began slapping my boobs and pinching my nipples causing me to keep shrieking. Then, she undid my thong and I fell to the floor naked. As I lay on the ground trying to cover myself, Jen stomped on my hands so that I couldn't cover up. Then, she spread my legs apart giving everyone a great view of my most private area and kicked me hard in the crotch. "How do you like that, white girl?" she taunted. She repeated the process of spreading my legs and kicking me in the crotch about five more times causing me to scream loudly after each time. Eventually, a teacher heard and all the security guards rushed to the class room, but by then Jen had hidden in the crowd and no one would rat her out. When they asked me who did this, I saw Jen glare at me and mouth the words "I'll kill you" so I told them I didn't know. I never told on Jen but I avoided her and pretty much kept quiet for the rest of the year. I was definetly no longer popular and people really only talked to me to make fun of me for what happened. |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Get Yer Kit Off, Part 2 |
| Message: | I came in the door quietly and set down my briefcase. I was on vacation for two weeks (lucky me), but I had mercifully been requested to go take care of some business at my friend's office downtown. It had given me an excuse to get free of Sara, who worked at nights as a bartender and was around most of the day to boss me around. hat was Tour agreement - the loser of the bet could leave for business reasons, but must come straight back.
I looked around, but Sara was nowhere to be seen. The door to her room was open, and the TV was off. Was she out? Then the bathroom door opened behind me, and Sara stepped out, dressed only in her underwear, toweling her hair off. I couldn't help but stare a little, as this was the first time I had seen her in anything less than boxer shorts or a tube top. She had a solid frame with nice curves and very little fat. If we hadn't had such an antagonistic relationship - by which I mean if she hadn't been my bitch roommate from Hell who had taken advantage of a stupid bet to make me strip naked and humiliate myself for four days running - I would have been attracted to her. Of course, that was a big "if." "What are you lookin' at?" she asked in an almost Cockney accent. "Just imagining if I had won the bet," I answered, smiling. She walked over to me and patted me patronizingly on the cheek. "Well, you didn't," she said. "Now get yer kit off." She didn't stop to watch as I peeled off my layers of clothing. She wasn't a voyeur - the kick she got from making me "get my kit off" came from the fact that she was making me uncomfortable and embarrassed. From the moment we had moved in together in the first place, there had been a clash of personalities; both of us were confident, cocky people, not used to bending our routine to the wishes of a roommate. Except that now, I had been doing nothing but that for the past four days solid. Sara threw on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, and plopped herself down on the couch just as I finished laying my clothes in a neat pile. "Hey," she called out. "How about a foot massage?" Naked, I walked into the living room and knelt down in front of her. She stretched out her feet - burgundy painted toenails - and picked up a fashion magazine, thumbing through it. I picked up her left foot and began to rub it all over - she didn't even watch. Something about the situation - the sensuality of feeling her foot in my hands, of kneeling naked on the carpet - aroused me, and I suddenly felt frustrated that Sara, her nose buried in her magazine, couldn't even see. After she had had enough on the left foot, she offered me the right, and I did that one too. Finally, she put down the magazine and stood up. "I'm going out in a bit," she said, heading for her room. "You just stay put." I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. It was stll a weird feeling, to be sitting nude in my living room, feeling the cool leather of the couch under my ass, feeling every breeze as it drifted through the room. My uncomfortable arousal persisted - I wanted to go in my room and relieve myself, but Sara had commanded me to abstain from that particular activity for the duration of the week. That was definitely her most difficult command to obey. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I froze - the one time someone had come to the door since I had lost the bet, it had been a UPS man, and Sara had let me put on boxers. Sara cracked open the door to her room and said "Get that, will you?" "Can I put something on?" I asked, sounding more plaintive than I would have liked. "No," she said. "It's just my friend Angela. Go answer it." Angela - which one was that? The name sounded familiar. I felt an odd mix of fear and excitement as I walked over to the door. Covering my groin with one hand, bending slightly, I opened the door. Standing there was a tall, tan Asian girl - now I remembered her, she worked as a bartender in the same bar as Sara, we had met once before. Angela's eyes widened and her hand went reflexively to her mouth. "Oh," she said. "Am I interrupting?" "No, it's fine!" Sara's voice came drifting out from her room. "Come on in, Angela!" Awkwardly, Angela stepped around me and went into the living room and sat on the couch. "Can you get her a drink, Chris?" Sara called out. "What would you like?" I asked, my hand still cupped around my erection. "Um...do you have a Diet Coke?" Angela asked. "Sure," I said, and went to the fridge to get the Diet Coke. It was a little awkward getting it one-handed. As I handed it to Angela, Sara came out of her room, dressed for a night out, incuding a nice black pleated skirt. She walked past me, wordlessly reaching out one hand to slap away my hand that was covering my privates. I flushed and put my hands behind my back, now fully exposed to the houseguest. Angela's eyes widened again; she was obviously trying not to look at my penis, and not quite succeeding. "Could you get me a Diet Coke too, luv?" Sara asked, patting me on the shoulder. I obeyed, my manhood swinging uncomfortably from side to side in front of me. "Is he always like this?" Angela asked. "Just for this week," Sara explained. "He decided to be a macho man and make a bet with me, and this is his payment for losing. I expected him to chicken out of it, but he's been awfully impressive so far. Why, is he making you uncomfortable?" "Oh no, I'm fine," Angela said quickly. "And you two aren't...?" "Oh, God no," Sara snorted. "He's not my type at all. I do say, he makes a good manservant though." I brought Sara the Diet Coke. "Thanks, luv," she said. "Now can you go make yourself useful and dust the bookshelves? Angela and I are going out in a minute." I saluted, smiling at Angela - she gave me a wary smile back. As I dusted the shelves, I noticed Angela stealing an occasional glance at me. I tried to make eyes back at her - just because I was naked didn't mean I couldn't flirt a little - but she always looked away quickly. After a few minutes of chatting, they got up to leave. "It was nice to meet you," Angela said to me a little stiffly, stealing one last glance at my nethers. "You too," I said. "Have a nice night." "Oh, you'll get a chance to see him again Friday night," Sara said to Angela. "Chris, stay here and keep your kit off, right? Remember, no wanking." Any sense of pride or confidence I might have had from Angela checking me out went right out the window when she gave that command, and a blush crept right up my face. I heard Angela give a little low "Oooh," and I turned away in embarrassment. When they were out the door, I sat on the couch, watching Animal Planet and trying to think of anything besides Sara in her underwear... |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Get Yer Kit Off, Part 1 |
| Message: | "Did I tell you you could put on shorts?" Sara asked as she walked past me doing the dishes. The door slammed shut behind her.
I scrubbed a pan, trying to pretend her question had been rhetorical. But I didn't really think that tactic would work, and as I heard her walk up behind me, I knew it hadn't. I felt her breath on my neck, and saw her arm reach past me to take a long wooden spoon out of the dishrack where I had just put it. "Come on," Sara said. "Turn around." I turned off the water and faced her. Her expression was cocky and cool as usual, and she wore a little smile on her lightly freckled face. At 5'9", she could almost look me straight in the eye. "Go on, get yer kit off," she ordered. That was what she always said when she wanted me to strip completely, ever since this whole thing began three days ago. The first time she had told me that, I hadn't understood the British expression, and she had taunted me ever since by using it as her standard command phrase. I had no choice. Under the terms of the bet we had made - and which I had lost - I had to do anything she said that didn't involve illegality or injury. I turned to the side and took down the boxers that I had put on an hour ago, tired of sitting around watching TV in the nude. I turned back to Sara, heavily conscious of the fact that I was naked and she was decidedly non-naked. I had gotten used to this state of affairs over the past few days, but whenever I first stripped in front of her, my nether regions would still give her an impromptu salute, as they were doing now. "Put your hands on your head," she ordered, and I obeyed. No sooner had I done so than I felt the flat end of the wooden spoon slap up into the underside of my testicles. I jerked, trying to grimace as little as possible. Under the rules - which I, totally confident of my ability to lose the bet, had made up - she could dish out any punishment she wanted that didn't have any chance of injuring me. Kicks or punches to the gonads were obviously right out, but that didn't mean she couldn't cause them a little non-injurious discomfort when the mood struck her. Wearing a little self-satisfied smirk, she cocked her hips in that snotty British way of hers and turned around to go watch TV. I waited until her back was turned to reach down and massage my balls. Any brief sexual excitement I'd had was long gone. There was no point in pulling my boxers back up - I was going to be naked for the rest of the afternoon, it appeared. Over her shoulder, she called "Oh, you can finish with those dishes now." Cursing the day I had ever claimed that a dodecahedron had 20 sides, I turned back and resumed scrubbing my pan... |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| Subject: | Me vs. Jean, Part 2 |
| Message: | ...
Thus began the War of stripping pranks, me vs. Jean. Strangely, we got along just as well as ever, and kept up our teasing friendly vibe, only now it involved trying to strip or pants the other whenever the perfect opportunity came along. One time she snuck up behind me while I was reading on my stomach, grabbed my sweats by the sides, and yanked them down to my ankles, then gave me a whopping slap on the ass. I instinctively turned over to grab her hand - missing of course - in the process giving her the full view again. Of course she skipped away giggling. Another time, she was standing at the door signing for a UPS package (a box of food from her mom). She had just been running, and was wearing snap-off athletic pants. As I walked by, I reached over and yanked on the waistband, snapping them off and leaving her standing there in her underpants, then walking on by casually. To my surprise, she finished signing for the package as if nothing had happened! One day when she was really tense, I was giving her a neck massage (I had done that a couple times when we first moved in, but now it felt more erotic for some reason). I asked her to stretch out her arms, which she did - and I immediately lifted her shirt all the way up, flashing her breasts. That time she did react, screeching and pitching forward. She tried to pull her shirt down, but I was holding it up (and ogling her perfectly proportioned breasts all the while). So she back-kicked my leg, which got me off her, pulled her shirt down, and came back at me with some playful slaps and shouts... And so it went, for another couple of months. We each got in a couple of towel pulls, and I copped another surprise shirt lift, in addition to a number of failed attemts. I was enjoying the war immensely, but I was a bit bothered by the fact that every time she got me, she got to see the whole banana (which was occasionally in its full "glory"), while she was always wearing those protective panties. I got to see lots of her glorious chest, of course, but I felt like she still had some secrets from me. Then one day she got me in front of her friends. There were two of them - both her fellow nerdy girls (one white and one Indian), though neither had anywhere close to Jean's body. She was making them tea in the kitchen, and I walked through to say hi. I was wearing athletic shorts and boxers, as I had just been working out. Jean silently crept up behind me and hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistbands, taking everything down to my ankles in one swift motion. Before I could cover myself, Jean reached back up and tickled me, making me grab her hands and shove them away. I guess the other girls had been expecting this - they covered their mouths and started laughing. To make matters worse, as I tried to turn around, I tripped on my pants and fell to my knees. My dick, meanwhile, was giving its natural response to the situation. Finally, embarrassed much more than I had ever been in our previous battles, I lay face-down on the floor, pulled up my pants, and jumped back up to confront a hysterically laughing Jean and her wide-eyed friends. But, determined not to make any more of a fool of myself, I just bowed to the two friends, and said "Ladies, I hope you enjoyed the show, compliments of Jean." But after that, I resolved to get her back in public. For two weeks I made no attacks, hoping to lull her into thinking that she had won the war. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Then one day I got my chance, when I noticed her out in the hallway, talking to a girl and a guy that lived on our floor. They were tall athletic types, just the kind of people Jean would die if she were embarrassed in front of. Uncharacteristically for Jean, she was wearing a loose pleated skirt. So, leaving open the door to our apartment, I walked over and said hi, introducing myself as Jean's roommate. Then I said I had to go, and Jean turned around to continue talking to them. I quickly turned back, and with one hand yanked up her skirt - and with the other hand grabbed her panties and jerked them down her thighs in front of he two neighbors! Their jaws immediately dropped. As Jean let out a yelp and instantly collapsed into a crouch, I smiled and said "Yes, we're very friendly roommates!" I darted back to the room as Jean straightened out her nether regions and stood up. I could hear her say, "Pardon me, I've got to go kick my roommate in a painful place." Still exulting, I went into the bathroom in order to let her blow off some steam. I heard her slam the door, but I was glowing. Not only had I fully avenged my humiliation of two weeks before, I had finally gotten to see her ass, if only for a brief second. And oh what a perfect, gently curving ass it had been. My only regret was that I had missed the brief glimpse of her frontal regions that the neighbors had certainly received. But then, as I was bent over washing my face the bathroom door flew open. Jean stormed in. For a second, I didn't react, and then I felt her reach between my legs (I was again wearing athletic shorts) and grab my balls in her hand. In a commanding voice she said "Take it all off." In the mirror I could see her face - flushed, bright-eyed and intense, but not necessarily enraged. For a split second I thought how pretty she was. I stripped off my shirt as she commanded. "All of it," she said. "I want you naked." "But with you holding me like that, I can't et em off," I said, pulling my waistband down past my hips to prove the point."OK," she said, and reached her other hand down into my pants to take control of the real thing. But as he did that, I twisted around, breaking her grip, and lunged for her. She had switched the skirt for sweatpants, so I went for those, grabbing the hem and pulling them down. But instead of pulling them back up, she went for my pants, yanking them down too. Not really caring that I was exposed, and that my penis was standing at full attention, I backed her up against the bathroom wall and went for her panties, pulling them down and finally getting a look at the triangular little tuft of straight black hair that sat between her slender thighs. And as I did that, her hand snapped out and grabbed my balls again. For a second I felt a jolt of fear - she was pulling them toward her, and me with them, with my pants still around my ankles. She half-pushed me over, and we stumbled and slipped to the ground, and then she was on top of me - - and then, we were making love. She kissed my face hard, and I kissed her back, and I was inside her, and she was sliding up and down on top of me. She reached up and yanked off her shirt, and then we were both fully naked, and for once neither of us had to do it to the other. And for the the first time I got to touch everything, that amazing body I had teased myself with so long. And that was the start of our affair, though not the end of the War. Even though in the privacy of our little apartment we let each other have everything, in public we never lost the temptation to show off some of the other's parts. Sending your lover cringing and fumbling in total embarrassment tends to turn into a powerful aphrodesiac once you both get back home. But it was all n good fun, as evidenced by the act that she often wore that pleated skirt again. Sadly, the affair didn't last, and in less than a year we had gone our separate ways. Our stripping war faded as the sex did - the tension was gone. Like I said before, I think Jean was exploring her sexuality, breaking free of the stuffy lifestyle she was raised in. I just might have been a stepping stone on the way to bigger and better things. But no regrets here - that year might have been the most intense of my life. Even today, the feeling of her hand yanking my pants down around my ankles, or the sight of her eyes bugging out and her hands flying down as I did the same to her, are my most erotic memories... The End |
| Name: | CliffHangar |
| E-mail address: | chris@wyldcat.com |
| Subject: | Me vs. Jean, Part 1 |
| Message: | In college, a few years ago, I moved into an apartment with this girl named Jean. We weren't involved or anything; she was just the friend of a friend. She was a quiet, studious Asian girl from the Midwest - the kind of girl who grows up under close parental supervision and doesn't get a lot of chance to explore her sexuality in high school. She was very pretty, but she didn't like to doll herself up a lot - she usually just wore sweatpants and a T-shirt. But from the first time I saw her, I noticed that under those loose clothes, she had quite a body.
So for a couple months we lived together, chatted at breakfast, and occasionally watched a reality show or two on TV, and that was it. But then, one night, I brought home a girl from my friend's frat party. Now, that's a pretty unusual experence for me (and to be honest I was so drunk it wasn't that memorable), but Jean, having probably never seen that kind of thing before, was just wide-eyed in shock. She suddenly started seeing me as a sex object, I suppose. After that, Jean got really flirty with me, and I responded. We would tease each other a lot, and some of it got pretty sexual. She would make jokes about the size of my penis (which she had of course never seen), or I'd tease her for getting "all wet" over some hot guy she saw on the TV. Even so, I really didn't make too much of it, since I had had female roommates before and nothing had ever gone in that direction. We also started getting more physical - she would poke me in the ribs from behind, or I would put my hands over her eyes. We liked surprising each other. Then one day, while we were watching TV, Jean started teasing me mercilessly, and I had had a couple of beers, so I started tickling her. She screamed and started tickling me back. We went back and forth until she was sweating and her thick black hair was hanging in front of her face. I was trying (unsucessfully) not to notice the shape of her breasts under her T-shirt as she breathed heavily. I could feel myself getting a hard-on under my sweatpants, and bent over to hide it - but I'm sure she must have seen. Anyway, I managed to win the tickling match, and held her down for a moment, then let her up (teasing her for being so weak), and turned around to go take a (cold) shower. But as I turned my back, she jumped up and pulled my sweatpants all the way down and off. As I turned around, too late to stop her, I gave her a good view of my still-hard penis. Her eyes went wide and she started laughing hysterically as I belatedly covered myself up. My face was burning as I turned around and pulled up my pants. She jumped up and pushed me playfully, and I stumbled back. "I win!", she yelled. I was too embarrassed by my dick's impromptu salute to fire back, and I just slunk off to the shower, vowing revenge. Revenge wasn't long in coming. A couple days later, about an hour after she had been teasing me about getting pantsed, Jean went to take a shower. When she came out, wrapped in a towel as usual, I waited behind the corner, and as she came out of the bathroom I grabbed her towel and yanked away, yelling "Surprise attack!!" To my slight disappointment, she was conservative enough to wear panties under her towel, but I still got an eyeful of her gorgeous, perfect 20-year-old breasts as she screeched and tried to grab the towel back from me. I whipped it away, and she covered herself and ran to her room. When she came out, hair still wet and plastered all over her face, she walked right up to me and put a finger in my chest, and said "This isn't over." (to be continued...) |
| Name: | Joshua |
| Subject: | Pushed Out 2 |
| Message: | OK I know it's been a while. Here's the second part of my "Pushed Out" story. Hopefully you enjoy it. Comments, suggestions, critisism are welcome..
Pushed Out 2 “Stop looking!” Jessy snapped at me cowering stark naked in front of the bedroom door. Using only her hands and arms she attempted to cover her naked parts as best she could but it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Looking away in respectful compliance my eyes could not help but make their way back to the vision of complete nakedness before me as if drawn back magnetically. Kicking her heel back against the door over and over Jessy continued demanding to be let back into the bedroom. With one hand cupping her small triangle below, and the other futilely attempting to shield her jiggling naked breasts she continued to outwardly maintain a measure of dignity but it was easy to see from her red face and straining voice that she was on the edge of losing it. Still somewhat stunned from the whole event, parts of my mind began to ponder how to properly react. A gentleman would most likely offer her comfort and get her something to cover up with. Should I do the gentlemanly thing? Should I just stand there staring at her? Should I laugh and point to purposely make her embarrassment worse? Hmmm what to do, what to do, all these options. But before my thoughts even had a chance to turn into actions the door suddenly swung open again causing poor naked Jessy to lose her balance partially falling back into the wall of laughing teenage girls behind her. Regaining her footing Jessy pushed back against the girls seemingly expecting them to let her back into the room. To my amazement, however, they instead closed in around her grabbing her by the arms and waist pushing and pulling her further out of my sister’s room. With one girl on each of her arms and a few others behind her they dragged her naked and protesting all the way out into the middle of the hallway. In-between the laughing and chaos I distinctly heard at least two of the girls say something about “look who’s getting the birthday spanking now” and something else about “not letting her get away without having to take her own medicine”. Through all the chatter and taunting I pieced together that it seemed Jessy was getting payback for doing this to another girl in the group at some point before. Hearing that put things into perspective making it all make more sense now. Taking it all in like a witness at an unfolding crime scene I watched as they held and tickled poor stark naked wiggling Jessy till she had been reduced to a near fetal position lying naked on the carpet in front of me. Showing no mercy they pulled her arms and legs out till they succeeded in stretching her out like an X. Pinning her on the floor facing up she was spread helpless and now unable to even try to cover herself up. Taking turns reaching in, various girls including my own sister taunted Jessy’s naked form wiggling their fingers in her armpits inadvertently causing her exposed breasts to shake and jiggle. Poking her ribs, sides, and thighs she struggled and kicked wildly in breathless protest helpless to stop the abuse. Then forcing her over onto her stomach they pulled her over one of the girl’s laps holding her down readying her for her apparent birthday spanking. Cupping her mouth to muffle her overly vocal protests one by one the girls reached in taking playful smacks at Jessy’s naked round rump causing her cheeks to quiver with each smack. Wriggling around wildly, as if that could stop anything, Jessy flexed and twisted her hips and buttocks further accentuating the eroticism of her naked shaking cheeks. It was pure heaven. Laughing hysterically the girls taunted naked Jessy relentlessly smacking and jiggling her squirming rear end as she looked back wide eyed whimpering in protest. With a hand covering her mouth her voice was reduced to a muffled mix of high pitch screams and unintelligible words. Shaking her head she looked as if she really had something to say so uncovering her mouth for a moment they let her speak. “Oh my G.. you guys!! Right in front of her little brother t..!” a hand clamped across her mouth again silencing her sentence before she had a chance to complete it. Obviously the comment was directed at me standing there watching. “That’s right Jess! How do you like it? How does it feel now, huh?” one of the girls said in mid spank. I think her name was Rachael. “It was ok for ME at MY house right in front of BOTH my brothers and their friend, wasn’t it? How do you like her little brother seeing YOU like this now? Payback’s a b*tch huh?” With that she gave Jessy’s butt and extra smack and pulled her cheek to the side just long enough to give everyone an extra x rated view of Jessy’s anatomy. Squealing in unison the rest of the girls reacted to her brazenness. Tensing up and locking her naked butt checks together Jessy responded by attempting to make them rock solid and unmoving so she could not as easily be manhandled. Unfortunately it was without much success. “Come on Joshua! Get over here and help! I know you want too! Don’t be shy!” Rachael signaled to me. Knowing my presence there was highly irregular to begin with I was reluctant to comply. It felt just so wrong but yet the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed up to this point in my life. “Josh, get over here! I’m serious! Help spank her! It’s ok; it’s for her birthday. She really wants it!” Rachael continued. “You really want him to don’t cha Jessy?” she taunted Jessy who shook her head frantically in disapproval making a variety of distressed grunting noises. “Look, see! She wants you to spank her butt! Come on!” she commanded. Getting up, one of the girls who’s name I didn’t even know walked over to me grabbing me by the hand and dragging me back into the mass of girls. Making me kneel down the girls pulled my hand down onto Jessy’s naked ass forcing it up and down in a spanking motion. “Do it Josh! Don’t be shy!” Pushing my hand down again on her exposed cheek and holding it there this time I finally decided to indulge myself taking a gratuitous feel of her soft warm fleshy cheeks as the girls squealed in unison. As close as I was I could see every detail of her flawless smooth skin and even the small hairs in certain semi-hidden places that in any normal circumstance I should have had no right to see. The more I indulged the more the girl cheered and coaxed till I was taking full liberty tapping and playfully squeezing her amazing rump. The sexual thrill was electric. With each grope I grew bolder pulling her cheek apart here and there stealing snap shots of her most initmate areas. The whole situation was like some sort of erotic fantasy. A naked girl pinned down by other scantly clad girls in nightshirts and panties spanking her and making me participate. I couldn’t imagine a more powerful turn on and my body, particularly my manhood down below had responded accordingly. In the midst of the lustful melee I had not noticed or should I say had not placed that much importance on the fact that the man below had risen to a “full salute”. Accentuated by the fact that I hadn’t bothered to wear underwear under my flannel pajama pants (I never really did) my full erection was apparently prominent enough for others to now notice. Drawing attention to it, Rachael was the first to see it pointing and laughing. Little by little the focus began turning from Jessy’s birthday spanking to the mast pushing out of my baggy flannels. Embarrassingly trying to adjust it to make it less noticeable only drew even more attention to it. To make matters worse the noticeable wet spot where the tip of my penis pressed against the inside of my pj’s made it even more obvious that I was as sexually stimulated as I could be. In all honesty who could blame me? For the girls however the obvious erection in my pants was just as entertaining, perhaps even more, than Jessy’s naked spanking. “Look he’s got a pup-tent!” Rachael laughed pointing at my pajama bottoms. Squealing with laughter the rest of the girls one by one started to giggle and laugh. My sister rolled her eyes and moaned in sheer disgust. Embarrassed I covered myself as the laughter grew louder. Seeing her opportunity, naked Jessy spun around scrambling free of us. She ran to the room covering her front as everyone’s focus remained for the moment on me instead. “Well look at that.. Come on what cha got down there son?” Rachael taunted as she reached in trying to pull at my hands. Laughing in unison some of the other girls began reaching in too trying to pull my arms away to get a good look at the embarrassing rod pushing out my flannels. The more they reached in and pulled the more I began to resist. The more I resisted the more the girls seemed to enjoy it. “Come on, don’t be shy!” the girls giggled as the hands that were pulling my arms away began to tickle me and tug at my pajama pants now! Panicking I quickly realized that I might soon be the one stripped naked, and with an erection too! Reaching in the girls poked and tickled me even reaching under my shirts tickling my sides. “Careful, he’s extremely ticklish, especially his feet” my sister laughed observing from a few feet away. “You might just get kicked in the face or something!” she warned the others. Now they all knew. My secret was out. I couldn’t stand being tickled! “Oh so you’re a ticklish boy huh?” one of the girls taunted grabbing my feet. Spasms shot through me as I twisted and shook trying to get away as some of the girls grabbed me around the legs trying to steady me. Now I was the one being assaulted! Hands were all over me and in the struggled I even felt a hand grab my penis through my pj pants! Fighting them off I pushed everyone away struggling to get up. Grabbing the sides of my pajama bottoms they tugged at them as I desperately fought to keep them up. Powering myself up out of the laughing gaggle of girls I twisted and turned holding onto my waistband tightly as I quickly broke free just long enough to make a mad dash for my bedroom with the girl laughing hysterically behind me. Slamming the door I held the door closed fearing pursuit and a possible forced entry. Safe for the moment I held strong as I listened through the door. With the laughter still off down the hallway I soon realized no one was coming. Winding down I stood against the door contemplating the bizarre turn of events. Cautiously I stood listening but only heard distant laughter and noises at the far end of the hall. Relieved yet some what disappointed too I soon realized that the focus had once again shifted away from me and that I was in fact safe from any further potential assault. Climbing into bed I noticed it was already almost 1am. Pondering the night’s events I lay there drifting off to sleep… To be continued…? |
| Name: | #1FAN |
| Subject: | Queen of the world part 2 |
| Message: | Chapter 2
“Now were ready, Ladies bring her over here” Jennifer was dragged then layed on her back onto a flat bench and held down by several girls. “Now lets remove these panties” Rebecca then grabbed the hems of her panties and yanked them passed her thighs then to her ankles then completely off. Jennifer already burned with humiliation as she seen Rebecca twirling her last piece of modesty with her index finger. “Nice pussy, but I think we should have a better look, ladies lift her legs up”. And with that 2 girls each grabbed an ankle and lifted each leg up and spread her legs slowly . Her Vagina and asshole slowly opened and had become completely exposed. Stacy then positioned herself with the video camera right in front of the action zooming in and out getting every detail. Another cheer girl left and came back with some rope. Jennifer’s left wrist was then tied to her left ankle and her right wrist was then tied to her right ankle leaving her legs permanently up and permanently spread. Jennifer struggled to try to get free but the more she struggled the more details of her privates were revealed.The girls all laughed and giggled as her bare shaved pussy and asshole was completely exposed. Rebecca still felt she wasn’t exposed enough so with her two index fingers she reached jennifer’s pussy lips and spread them open revealing her most intimate insides. Jennifer burned with humiliation as all the girls were all pointing and laughing but nervously she could not deny she was feeling a little aroused being tied up and dominated. Rebecca noticed Jennifer’s pussy glisten “ooooh I think shes getting a little excited”. “What a naughty little pussy!” I think it deserves to be punished!” and without warning Rebecca began spanking Jennifer’s pussy without mercy right in front of the camera. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!. Jennifer closed her eyes in pain then arousal as each slap made little contact with her clit and inner pussy lips. “ I think this is making her hot” one of the cheer girls said “yeah your right she is getting hot, maybe shes sick lets take her temperature!” Rebecca said with an excited tone. Rebecca reached into her bag and pulled out a large thermometer and waved it in Jennifer’s face. “Now turn her over!” Jennifer couldn’t believe what she just heard. She started to panic already knowing what was going to happen. She struggled as much as she could but it was no use she was soon flipped over and with her hands and legs still tied it made her bend over in the most humiliating and degrading way, with her face down and butt in the air. “Too bad I forgot the lube, but its ok there’s no need” Rebecca then shoved the thermometer into Jennifer’s pussy pushing it in and out. Jennifer closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt the thermometer penetrating her intimate areas. After a few minutes of the humiliating pleasure Rebecca finally removed the thermometer “there we are, nice and slippery”. “Hey Stacy make sure you get a good shot of this” Stacy positioned herself so she could get every possible detail. Rebecca smiled then spread Jennifer’s butt cheeks as wide as possible and inserted the thermometer. The girls bursted out with laughter as Jennifer was helplessly bent over with a thermometer up her butt. Jennifer winced in pain as the thermometer was lodged into her anus. Jennifer looked around and noticed that it wasn’t only the video camera anymore, the other girls pulled out cameras of there own and started snapping away. Jennifer couldn’t help but to let out some more tears as her humiliation had been taken to an extreme. After the several minutes of degrading humiliation Rebecca finally removed the thermometer from her butt. “hmm… “a normal reading I see”. “I don’t think she is sick ladies… I think she’s just a slut who likes to show off her pussy”.” “I say we just give this girl what she wants.. what do you say ladies?”. Words of “Yeah” and “hell yes” echoed through the locker room. Rebecca gazed at Jennifer’s bent over position and said “but it would be a shame if we don’t take full advantage of this ridiculous position our so called queen is in”. “I think we should all get some choice shots of this “. Rebecca then held Jennifer’s thin waist and pointed her butt towards all the cheer girls.The girls of the squad smiled and held all held their cameras up aiming at her butt. “Ready” “3” “2” “1” “shazaam” and Rebecca quickly reached over and spread jennifer’s butt cheeks as wide as she could. Flashes and familiar clicks went off. Jennifer shrieked under her gag as she felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart without mercy. Every detail of her asshole was revealed adding to a great view of her exposed pussy. Taking full advantage of this position girls then took turns zooming in right up her butthole while they all laughed and giggled. One of the cheer girls walked right up to her butt raised her hand all the way up and came down as hard she could… “Whack”… Jennifer’s butt then jiggled and left a possible hand mark. The girls found it hilarious and all took turns spanking the exposed ass in front of them. “Hey lets see who can make her ass jiggle the most”. Laughter filled through the room as the spanking continued until jennifer’s butt was bright red. “Now to give this slut what she’s been wanting since we started this lay her on her back again and make sure her legs are spread as wide as possible” To be continued.... |
| Name: | Alaya |
| Subject: | My Brother’s Baggies |
| Message: | Yesterday it was so blazing hot outside I wound up staying inside all afternoon. None of my friends were doing anything either so I was bored out of my skull just watching TV by myself in the downstairs den. I got up to get a drink and when I came back my annoying brother and his annoying pervert friend had taken my place on the couch and changed the channel right in the middle of the show I was watching. Aggravated I grabbed the remote from him telling I was in here first and was just getting a drink. Since my brother likes to f*ck with me just for kicks he stood up grabbing the remote back out of my hand saying too bad. I was so mad I charged at him demanding the remote back as we got into a little struggle. My brother thinks he’s a white hip-hop king or something and likes to wear big cheesy rope chain jewelry and super baggy lose shorts with 1/2 his boxers showing so seeing the opportunity I decided to pants him distracting him long enough to get my remote back. Funny thing was his boxers came down pretty easily exposing him FULLY for a moment before he scrambled to get them back up. I was laughing my head off till I realized this was a big mistake. “Oh so it’s so funny to pull my pants down huh? Well we’ll see how funny it is for YOU then!” he threatened signaling to his friend. With evil smiles the both lunged at me as I screamed and tried to run away but they caught me quick. My brother friend grabbed me as my brother made quick work of getting his hands on the waistband of my black stretch shorts. Panicking I realized how in trouble I was an started screaming and kicking like crazy but my brother pointed out that there was no one else home to come to my rescue. I was screwed! Holding me up in a ½ nelson I pleaded as my brother pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles in one swift move. My whole butt and pussy was on display for them and I could not even cover up! Screaming in protest my brother took my short and panties away as they both laughed at me totally bottomless! Then my brother said if I didn’t shut up he’d spank my naked ass. His pervert friend thought this would be so funny so he spun me around and pushed me down on the ottoman with my butt up so my brother could start. My brother started spanking my naked ass and then told his friend to join in to teach me a lesson. They traded places so that my brother held me down and they both began smacking and squeezing my naked ass having their perverted fun. Then his friend spread my butt and started wiggling his fingers into my a**hole and pussy! I freaked and kicked him in the face hard and he fell back holding his nose in total pain. My brother let go of me in shock and I got up picked up my shorts and ran out of the den bottomless full speed to my room.
I didn’t come out till my Mom came home later and I told her what happened. My brother got in BIG trouble! |
| Name: | Nan |
| Subject: | Humiliating sorority hazing |
| Message: | I pledged a sorority in 1963. We got paddled and had to kowtow to our senior sisters whenever they demanded. One experience which was horribly embarrassing was being forced to strip naked and taken to a woods approx. 3 miles from Madison Wi. There we 4 of us pledges. We had to run around and do simple tasks, while our sister watched. We then were tied to trees and ridiculed for various infractions. The worst happened when a carload of fraternity brothers arrived and saw us naked and tied. |
| Name: | #1 FAN |
| Subject: | The Queen of The World |
| Message: | Chapter 1
Jennifer had always been the prettiest and most popular girl in school. She had been Homcoming queen, junior prom queen , senior prom queen and not to mention captain of the cheerleading squad. Shes about “5.7” gorgeous long straight hair with legs that never end. But she also had the biggest attitude and bossed all her friends around. She was mean and a “bitch” was a perfect word to describe her. She had been the queen for almost all four years of high school. So Rebecca and Stacy who were also members of the squad have had enough “I just hate her who does she think she is!” Rebecca loudly said to Stacy. “I know im sick of it, she thinks she rules the world or something “ said Stacy. “We need to do something about this”. “I think we should humiliate her and ruin her reputation for good!” Rebecca excitedly said. They both then looked at one another and made the most devious of smiles. So with that Rebecca and Stacy gathered the other members of the cheer squad and persuaded them into agreeing to there evil plan. Planning there attack they decided to get her where she was the most vulnerable, THE GIRLS LOCKER ROOM.. So for the next 24 hours everyone acted as normal as possible until the end of cheer practice came. Jennifer walked casually to her locker and proceeded to get undressed. Everyone awaited calmly and quietly until Jennifer was in her white bra and matching panties. “NOW!” two girls then grabbed each of Jennifer’s arms and slammed her back to the lockers. Rebecca and Stacy then proceeded to walk up to Jennifer slowly. “What the hell is going on?” said Jennifer. Rebecca and Stacy laughed and replied with “You think your queen of the world don’t ya? You think you could just boss us around and think your better than everyone else don’t ya? Well were ending this right now by teaching you a lesson you will never forget. Right before Jennifer could scream a strip of duct tape was placed over her mouth. A tear had rolled down Jennifer’s left cheek “aww what’s the matter?” already crying ?” Rebecca teased. “The pain hasn’t even started yet and without warning she yanked the front of jennifer’s panties causing the fabric to go deep into her pussy. Jennifer’s eyes widened and yelped under the Tape. Rebecca looked down as Jennifer’s pussy lips had come into vision. “ooooh does that feel good sweetie?” Rebecca teased as she began rubbing Jennifer’s pussy lips then lightly Patting them. “Now before we begin, I think we should have a look at those titties that everyone’s seems to stare at so much”. “Stacy take her bra off” Rebecca said. And without hesitation Stacy removed the clasp on her bra and it slowly dropped to the ground as her gorgeous breasts bounced and was revealed. “Nice but I think were for getting something” Rebecca said. “What’s total humiliation without a video camera” Jennifer’s eyes widened has she jerked her arms back forth trying to break free but it was no use. Stacy quickly disappeared momentarily and returned with a video camera. She wasted no time and already began filming getting great shots of her exposed breasts and panties. "Now let the Humilation begin" Rebecca said with an evil grin. To be continued... |
| Name: | Mysterious the 1st |
| Subject: | Jess's adventure chapters 4 + 5 |
| Message: | Chapter 4
Jess finally had her breath back and checked the next road she had to go down. There were currently no people walking down the road and as none of the houses had garages she was hiden from view from the road by a wall of parked cars. She yet again check she had covered herself then put her head down and ran as fast as she could down the street and as she reached the bottom she had heard no comments and she sighed with relief. She was almost home. Chapter 5 She checked to her left where the cut through to her house was and saw one last problem there was a group of about 5 or 6 teenage boys hanging around in the play area opposite her house. "Damn what do i do now" She muttered to herself. She crouched down behind and parked car and worked out she was just going to have to go for it. She covered up for the last time and ran through the cut through and as soon as she was nearing her house she heard one of the boys shout out "WHAT THE F**K?" and then loads of laughing and crude comments made about he She glanced at them and saw to her horror that all of them had thier mobile phones out and were videoing and taking pictures of her as she turned her back to them more comments were made and it felt like it took an hour to get the key in its hole and to open the door but in reality it was only a few seconds. Jess made on mistake as she stepped inside she left the key in the door and had to turn round and give the boys a good look at her ample breasts and then quickly hide herself inside. Other than total embarrassment Jess felt one other thing a need for revenge!!! |
| Name: | Mysterious the 1st |
| E-mail address: | mysteriousthe1st@hotmail.co.uk |
| Subject: | Jess's adventure chapter 3 |
| Message: | Chapter 3
She checked up and down the path none was coming so she dashed over it and using tree stumps for cover she made her way to a gap in the bushes seperating the park from the road and saw that luckily the road wasn't to busy but she new that quite a few people would see her. After thinking about it she decided using the traffic lights would be the best option because whilst it would stop the cars allowing people to get a good view of her it would be a lot safer. As she was working out the best time to dash to the wait button she forgot about the path behind her and soon got a shock as she heard three boys shout "Nice ass" as they went by on thier bikes. After she had got her self focused on the traffic again she saw her chance only to cars were coming towards her so she dashed out ignoring the toots from the cars and hit the wait button. As cars sped past tooting and making comments she felt her self getting redder and redder and then finaly the lights started changing and as she saw the cars stopping she got ready to run across the road. All the cars had stopped and Jess made sure she was as completly covered as posible and then dashed over the road agian ignoring the comments from the drivers and passengers in the cars. She quickly turned right then left down another road and hid behind a parked car to get her breath back. |
| Name: | Mysterious the 1st |
| E-mail address: | mysteriousthe1st@hotmail.co.uk |
| Subject: | Jess's adventure chapter 2 |
| Message: | Chapter 2
Jess woke up with a shock 5 minutes later “why’s my alarm going off?” she thought to herself. As she rubbed her eyes a slight breeze blew over her nude body and she immediately realized her situation and covered herself-her left arm over her ample breasts and her right hand over her crotch. It was after this she realised she was alone and it didn’t take her long to figure out what had happened. “Those bitches” she muttered in shock. The sun suddenly glinted in her eyes and she looked down and saw her keys and the note. It read: This will teach you to fall asleep around us have a fun walk home! Luv Nat, Rebecca, Jill and Sam. In anger she screwed the note up and threw it aside and picked up her keys. She sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest and began to work out the best route home. She knew that if there was anyone in the Play Park they would she her so she stuck her head around the bush her and her friends had been sitting behind and saw very few people in there she then looked down to the opposite side of the park and apart from some bushes shielding the park from the road no cover for a distance of two football (or soccer) pitches. “Ohhhhh here we go then” Jess muttered to herself. She made sure as much of her was covered as possible and that she had her keys and then ran as fast as she could next to the bushes. All people from the road would see is her head and no calls were made from the park. After the longest 3 minutes of her life she reached her next cover a clump of bushes separated from the bushes next to the road by a path. She glanced at the park and saw no one making any movement towards her and sighed “that wasn’t to bad”. Then she remembered the next part of her route home. She had to cross an extremely busy road. |
| Name: | janee |
| E-mail address: | Most Embarrassing Childhood Moment |
| Subject: | Most Embarrassing Childhood Moment |
| Message: | Most Embarrassing Childhood Moment
A Spanking to Remember Some will say I had it coming to me and deserved it. Others say I need another one now as an adult woman. Fourteen years ago, when my first-grade teacher overheard me referring to her to a classmate as ''Mrs. Snottyface'' (her name sort of rhymed with that), she calmly walked over to my desk in the front row and ordered me to stand up. When I did, she stood along side of me and lifted up the whole back of my uniform skirt with her left hand. Then, with her right hand, she yanked my panties downwards, partially exposing my bare butt to those quickly giggling behind me. (Private school teachers could sometimes get away with that sort of thing; this happened to me in 1992.) After receiving several sharp smacks down there, she shuffled me by my shoulders to the corner in front of the classroom, turned me against the wall and warned, ''Now don't you dare move a muscle, young lady.'' Everyone in class was now giggling softly, especially a couple of boys who sat directly behind me. At least I was now facing the corner, so I could avoid eye contact with them. But from the corner of my right eye, I could see the boy who sat across from me in the front of the last aisle shaming me with his fingers. I turned just enough to stick out my tongue out at him. Unfortunately, my teacher saw that, probably thinking I had stuck it out at her. As she scolded me, ''Mind your manners, Miss Romero'' or something to that extent, she reached under my skirt and tugged downwards at my already lowered panties on both sides until they were at my knees. After slightly arching my back forward, she then lifted up the back of my skirt to above my waist and gave me two more hard swats on my now very exposed and now very sore bare bottom before walking away. As the whole class giggled, several boys laughed loudly. They obviously had a totally unimpeded view. Then, as I stood humiliated and motionless in the corner as ordered, I felt my panties start to quickly slip down. I slapped my hands at my sides too late as they fell to my ankles, eliciting even more giggles from boys and girls alike. As I slowly began to crouch down, I wondered how I was going to pull my panties back up without exposing myself. what my classmates sawBut before I got a chance, I was sternly reminded by the teacher that I was told not to move a muscle. She let the class giggle at me for what seemed like eternity but was probably less than a minute. And so I stood there, my panties at my ankles, worrying that the powerful floor fan in front of the classroom that was blowing in my direction would cause me more embarrassment. However, it wasn't the fan that caused me more embarrassment. After standing several hours in the corner, it was being denied a bathroom break that did. The first week of school, there had already been one boy we all knew wet his pants at his desk when denied a bathroom break by the teacher. I was now regreting that I had joined in teasing him about needing diapers and would soon know exactly how it felt to be teased by that very same comment. My repeated pleas to the teacher fell on deaf ears and I soon realized that I was going to be the first girl in class to have an accident. Without going into details, let me just say that without my panties up and me standing up in front of the whole class, I sure put on a much different kind of involuntary show for everyone than that boy did. Of course, the inevitable teasing followed. Someone even stuffed a pair of diapers into the bottom of my desk one day, much to laughter of the whole class when they fell out, the teacher having picked them up and held them high, asking me if they were mine. I also acquired the nickname, "Becky Bare-Butt." But it was all well-worth it. Because in the midst of all that teasing, one girl, with long red-hair who I really hadn't gotten to know too well that first month of school, but who I knew was already pretty well liked by everyone, girls and boys alike, befriended me. Even at that young age, long before she would captain our high school's softball team and be one of the most popular and well-liked girls in school, she held the respect of most of those young first-graders. Libby has been my best and most dearest friend in the whole world ever since. |
| Name: | Alex |
| Subject: | Play-fighting |
| Message: | My friend Jen is about 5'9", a bit shorter than me, with shortish brown hair and a cute pouty face. She tends to act tomboyish, wearing loose and baggy clothes which almost completely cover her feminine features, small as they are. She has also my biggest crush for almost three years now.
Since the day I'd first met her, I'd known that she was a martial arts buff; she'd always be punching peoples' arms and pseudo-sparring with them. It never once slipped my mind that these little play matches tended to go into grappling very soon, and whoever she was sparring with at the time had plenty of moments to grab as much as they wanted to. So when she was visiting over at my house one day and shoved me a bit after I teased her about one of her old boyfriends, I didn't pass the moment up; my hand shot out instantly, jabbing her in her belly. She jumped back with a cute little squeak and gave me an evil grin, raising her hands to the same position they'd been in for three years during her sparring matches. Even though I'd been staring at her ass during most of those matches instead of her hands, I still knew her movements well enough to make the entire thing a farce. She came forward once with her fist, planning to get me in the chest and give me breathing problems, so I grabbed that arm and pulled her in, spinning us around and lightly shoving her away after copping a feel of her butt. "What's the matter?" I asked with a shit-eating grin on my face. "You gotta do better than that!" The next time she came at me it was with an elbow, but that didn't make any difference when I grabbed her arm a second time and put her in an armlock. This time, though, I reached down with my other hand and loosened her fly. Realizing what I was up to, she started to struggle (grinding her ass against my crotch, I might add), so I quickly finished the unzipping and pushed her away again, grinning even wider than before as her cargo pants fell to her ankles instantly, revealing her modest, but still too tight to leave anything to the imagination, white cotton panties. She stood there for a full five seconds looking flustered, while I tried to burn a hole in her panties with my eyes, before she finally decided to bend over and try to pull her pants up. "Shouldn't have taken your eyes off me!" I cried gleefully, darting forward and grabbing the bottom of her shirt. I pulled it over her head, leaving it just enough on that her arms were now raised above her head and her bra fully visible, leaving her half naked in front of me. My dick was so hard at this point it was like to rip through my jeans and take her on its own! With my hormones egging me on, I wasted no time in grabbing her by the waist and legs, letting my hands run all over her flattened curves, and maneuvered her over to the sofa where I yanked her panties down to her knees, resisting the urge to plunge myself into her dark bush, and forced her over the arm of the couch, her ass pointed right at my face and her pussy aroused and visible. I then spanked her for a good three minutes, enjoying the view as her squirming caused her ass to pull apart and give me all sorts of sights, making sure to grab her crotch to steady her whenever she got too out of hand. I abused my position mercilessly, copping every feel I could and slapping the hell out of her adorable little bottom. After one last heartfelt caress I moved my hand upwards to her bra strap when I realized that, from inside the shirt I'd pulled over her head, I could hear sobbing. I felt like shit. I pulled her shirt back down and her panties up, trying to calm her down without actually appologizing for the fun I'd had, when I felt her elbow strike me right below the ribcage. I doubled up and fell backwards as she returned my shit-eating grin with even more glee than I'd had. "Gotcha." She was on me in an instant, going straight for my zipper and nearly tearing my boxers and jeans apart as she forced them off of me. I tried to struggle, but she used my shirt trick against me, leaving me blind and completely naked. I could hear her giggling as she copped every much as bit of a feel as I had, running her fingers between my legs and over my balls and flicking my dick with her finger. Grabbing me one hand under my stomach and the other between my legs, she sat down and pulled me over her knee, returning the spanking I'd given her twice over! My ass was mercilessly pummeled as she slapped it again and again, grabbing my balls or fingering my asshole in between smacks. Finally, she shoved me off her, leaving me nude and wriggling on the floor with a visible hard-on. Kneeling down, she lifted my legs up so my privates were completely exposed to her and gripped my shaft once, then released it and gave me a final slap on the ass before letting me go. "Same time next week?" she asked, in a tone that left no doubts to the fact that she had enjoyed that even more than I had, and left out the door, leaving me naked, beaten, and hopelessly aroused. |
| Name: | Shyboy |
| Subject: | Mean Girls |
| Message: | Hi there Dan, I'm enjoying your site here, the recent stories and all the archives. Here’s a story from my collection, I've rewritten it, changing the names as they originally appeared from another website,” My most embarrassing moment(s) in stockings.
_______________ I have an embarrassing moment to share with everyone. It happened back when I was a junior in High school. I went to a coed private school and we had to wear uniforms. I had been somewhat unpopular and the victim of a lot of teasing and such in my earlier school years, but by this time I had gotten attractive enough and wasn't as much a target. However I still had some people who still liked to make my life miserable. Susan was one of them. She was a year ahead of me and had been picking on me since I started high school. One day I had to carry a fairly large load of library books to the library and had both of my hands full. Susan and two of her friends came up to me and pretended to knock them out of my hands. I held on tight. Then she got a different. The bell had just rang and the hall was beginning to fill with people. My hands were full and she got a much better idea to humiliate me in front of everyone. IT was the late 60s and stockings were still in fashion. I had on knee socks which were part of our uniform with my yellow granny style panties on under my skirt. And of all days I hadn’t bothered to wear a Half slip. My skirt was a pleated standard one, plaid in the school colors, navy blue, and green. It came down to just above my knees and was fastened by a single button on the side. So there was Susan and her pals standing in front of me blocking my way and got me to stop. Then they teased me and Susan put her hand on the button and threatened undo it I guess it was a mistake to act so desperate in the middle of the busy hall. The teasing continues teased, with Susan putting her hand on my skirt button and took it away it a few times, as I squired and pleaded with them to let me past so I could deliver the books. I have to admit that even though I was nervous, I didn’t think she’d actually do it until finally she did it! In seconds, My skirt dropped and right to the floor. Susan laughed as her friends joined her pointing loudly drawing attention to the situation. I was totally exposed in the middle of the hallway in my as my sweater and blouse barely cover the top half of my yellow briefs. Then gave me a push and she picked up my skirt and waved it around. Then she tossed it up over a ceiling fan which was off. It was stuck several feet out of reach. My face was red as could be. I didn't know what to do. I dropped the rest books onto the floor and futilely tried to cover up as everyone, boys and girls around were laughing at me. It seemed like all the cute guys were around as well. I then ran into the girl’s bathroom and began to cry. A few minutes later a teacher came in and handed me my skirt as They had gotten it down. Susan got suspended, but she let me know it was well worth it to embarrass me that much. Maria |
| Name: | Mysterious the 1st |
| E-mail address: | mysteriousthe1st@hotmail.co.uk |
| Subject: | Jess's adventure |
| Message: | Chapter 1
Jess was lazing around with her mates at the local playing fields on a hot windy day in the summer hols. They had found a nice spot that was sheltered from the wind but still nice and sunny as she relaxed on the mat they had brought with them she felt herself dozing off. What harm would it be Jess thought to herself. They’ll wake me when were gonna leave. And with that she fell asleep. It didn’t take long for her friends to realize she was asleep and they decided to play a prank on her. “What shall we do” Nat whispered “I dunno pants her?” Rebecca whispered back. Then in unison the other to girls (Jill and Sam) whispered “Strip her!!!” This was quickly agreed and after the giggling stopped they moved quietly over to her and decided to remove her shorts first (her feet were already bare as she had worn sandals and kicked them off earlier. They slowly and carefully slipped the red shorts off Jess. “Nice thong “ Jill giggled quietly as she went to remove it. “No” Nat said as loud as she dared “that comes off last!” Next they got to her shirt “Were gonna have to cut this off “ Rebecca whispered as she pulled out a penknife and in moments Jess was sleeping in her undies. The bra was easy to remove, as it was strapless and slid easily from under her. “Here we go then” whispered Sam and they slowly pulled the thong down Jess’s legs and added it to the pile of clothes. They then carefully slid the mat from under Jess and wrote a note and put Jess’s house keys on it and then set Jess’s watch alarm for 5mins time they then quickly ran away with everything leaving Jess naked and alone in the park. |
| Name: | Kevin James |
| Subject: | Jumped in the Dorm |
| Message: | This is based on real events. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
I recently started college and was assigned to co-ed dormitories. Not sure what those in charge were thinking with this concept? Between the excessive drinking and sexual tension of guys and girls grouped together and released on their own recognizance there’s been little if any productive work done. Not much studying but it sure has made for some fun partying so far though. Ha-ha. Last Friday night after a full evening of drinking games me and a few roomies from the dorm rooms at our end of the hallway got into a playful dare challenge with some cute girls from the other floor. One particular girl named Alicia was outstandingly sexy with a cute face, beautiful tan skin, boobs, butt and a body that just would not quit. Dressed in a short, tight jeans mini skirt and a white top that left her mid-drift and pierced belly button exposed she sure was ‘easy on the eyes’, but unfortunately had a mouth on her that would not quit either. I think she was from Long Island (NY) and just talked way too much and also loved to talk trash to others too. She was annoying! This didn’t fare too well with some of the other girls in the dorms who resented the fact that she got so much attention from the guys because of her looks. Between her arrogant attitude and rumors that she had even fooled around with some of the girl’s boyfriends she hadn’t made too many friends being such a bitch to everyone. We were playing Quarters, a game in which you bounce a quarter off a table into a glass filled with beer and make the challenger drink (as if you didn’t already know). Alicia and her roommate Anna were surprisingly quite good at it. Considering myself an expert but not wanting to be too much of a show off myself I down played my skills. At one point the girls were dominating things so much that in their cockiness I decided to bait them offering them a challenge. I told them that my roommate and I would go head to head with her and her friend and the losers would have to strip to their underwear and run the entire length of the hallways on the floor. Our dorm building was laid out like a big ‘L’, which meant the losers would have to run the length of a very long hallway, make a right turn run down another hallway, touch the door at the end, and then run back. Laughing at my offer Alicia consulted with her friend for a moment then came back saying they would only accept the offer if we agreed to run naked if we lost. If the girls lost however they would still only do it in their underwear. Unfair I know but not wanting to seem prudish I “hmm’ed” and “haa’ed” about it for a moment making it seem like I was reluctant to accept, then eventually agreed. Snickering the girls said, “Ok but no backing out!” Inside I was laughing because I knew I was good enough to win for sure since I can just about play quarters in my sleep. So the challenge commenced with me letting the girls go first. Alicia of course dominated making 36 shots in a row before missing. Up to this point no one in the room had even come close to that. My own roommate who I had involuntarily involved in this dare looked at me with a very nervous “I’ll kill you” look in his eye after taking his turn and falling short after only 22 shots before missing. The girls sat laughing at us as I took the cup next. Alicia beamed with arrogant confidence assuming the challenge had been won already. Looking at my roommate quizzically, then at Alicia I proceeded to bounce the quarter into the cup with ease hitting 36 shots in a row as the my roommate and friends counted them off one by one and Alicia and her friend looked on uncomfortably. Pausing for a moment as the rest of the room laughed and applauded, I looked at Alicia with a shit-eating grin on my face. “I think you just lost ladies!” I said as I proceeded to bounce my 37th shot into the glass without even breaking eye contact with her. The room exploded into laughter as I continued shooting just to show off finally ending on my 97th bounce more because I was sick of it, rather than because I actually missed. All eyes were upon Alicia and her now sheepishly quiet friend as guys and girls alike all laughed circling in around them. “Oh, we don’t hear all the smack talking anymore! What’s the matter? Don’t have anything to say now?” With a distressed look on her face Alicia tried to protest claiming it wasn’t fair and that she had been tricked. Trying to snake out of the whole deal she tried to talk me into letting them do another dare instead but we all would have none of that. Threatening to strip by force right there if they refused they were persuaded into fulfilling the deal. Stripping down to their panties in the bathroom both emerged with towels wrapped around them ready to fulfil their lost bet. In the hallway, surrounded by the small but rowdy group, they dropped their towels. Anna, a petite girl with light skin revealed black cotton bikini cut panties and a white cotton push-up bra. Her small boobs were bulging out the top no doubt to make them look bigger. She was slim with a flat stomach, and very nice legs. She was surprisingly shapely and sexy. Alicia dropped her towel next revealing an outstanding body clad in a matching pair of very bright neon green sheer bra and panties. Her panties were not really thong but more European hi-cut and on the small and tight side so that they naturally wedged up her butt leaving ½ of her smooth round butt cheeks exposed. She had an amazing ass! I am not an expert on breast size but I’d guess they were big B, or small C sized boobs, not too big but not small either, still definitely proportionate to her body. She was in very good shape too so ogling at her sexy flawless tan skin was sheer pleasure especially with the very embarrassed look on her face. Covering her body with her arms she immediately commenced taking off down the hall with her boobs and butt slightly jiggling with each step and Anna right behind her in chase. Passing the others lined up in the hall for the show they cheered and patted their butts as they made their way down to the hallway with me in chase using the excuse that I wanted to make sure they touched the far door around the corner. What I didn’t know was that there were a handful of girls at our party that had already disappeared knowing Alicia and her sidekick had lost and would have to run down the hall. I guess they put together a devious little plan to further humiliate both of them as payback for Alicia being such a bitch. So as Alicia and Anna rounded the corner making their way down the second hall, a dorm room door swung open and several girls surprised them, grabbing them both and pulling them into the room before they knew what was even going on! Inside the ambushed panty-clad girls were jumped and forcefully stripped of their bras and panties rendering them naked as jaybirds. Then laughing and calling them bitches they shoved them both back out into the hallway stark naked! Cowering in shock Alicia and Anne both stood stunned and trying to cover up for a bit before panicking and desperately making a mad dash back up the hall to our room where their clothes were as we all laughed and pointed at them. Funny thing is once they got to my door they found themselves locked out with their clothes still inside the room. Yanking on the door knob and demanding to be let back in Alicia stood there cupping her pussy and tits red faced and cursing at everybody. “Let me back in you assholes!!” she screamed with everyone pointing laughing and taking cell phone pictures of their naked humiliation. Anna just stood there biting her lip slightly jumping up and down in sheer embarrassment begging us to let them back in. A few friends we reaching in pulling their arms away so they could get good looks and their tits and pussies. Anna’s pubic hair was trimmed into a thin stripe like a landing strip. Alicia on the other hand was totally shaved clean down below! Not knowing where else to go they both stood encircled by us and powerless to stop us from having our fun at their expense. “You don’t get your clothes back till you finish the dare. You never ran all they way down and touched the far door like agreed too. You still have to finish.” I ordered with a sly smile. After another full tirade of red faced cursing calling me every name in the book I think Alicia finally realized that I was serious and was not going the let them off the hook, even if they were completely naked. Angrily Alicia took off down the hall cupping her crotch and boobs as best she could with Anne right behind her cursing all the way down. Their naked bare asses wiggled and shook wonderfully. Catching up, a few of the girls who had ambushed and stripped them ran behind them swatting at their naked asses with twisted up towels. Snapping them off their naked asses Alicia and Anna screamed and jumped with each snap. Swearing revenge Alicia was so angry she charged at one of the girls angrily trying to take the towel out of her hands. With Alicia still buck-naked they got into a full wresting match spinning around. Alicia’s boobs and butt jiggled and shook like mad as they struggled. Soon everyone got in on the action. Holding Alicia around the waist and lifting her in the air everyone took shots tickling and pinching her boobs, butt, and even touching her pussy here and there. Poor Anne got caught up in the melee and received the same treatment getting her ass spread and her sides and boobs tickled and poked. Everyone was copping feels and it seemed like things were getting out of control so a few of us, including myself, pulled everyone apart and got Alicia and Anne separated from the rowdy drunken group. Realizing that things were going to far I told everyone to back off and had to actually push a few guys away before they eased up. I let the girls back into my room and made sure they got their clothes back. After quickly dressing (sans their bras and panties of course) they both stormed out with Alicia cursing us all out all the way down the hallway and out the far exit door. That was the end of this chapter but not the end of the story for the very unpopular Alicia. But those are stories for another day… |
| Name: | Falael |
| E-mail address: | spoogra@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | Japan hot spring story |
| Message: | I was living in Japan a couple years back, and my male friend (let's call him "Kenji") and I took a trip to a hot spring town in the mountains. Most hot springs are divided male/female, but towns like this usually have a big co-ed hot spring (called "konyoku"). These used to be like nude beaches, but nowadays people wear swimsuits.
Anyway. Kenji and I had gone there to pick up girls, but there weren't any prospects around. But then at night, everyone was back at their hotels, he and I went for a walk down by the big pool, and we noticed that a couple of girls were in the pool. I was about to go say hi, but Kenji stopped me, and we hid behind a rock and watched. A few seconds later, I saw one of the girls rise up out of the water, and I realized they were both naked. I gaped. Kenji held his finger in front of his mouth and grinned. He pointed to a fence nearby, and I saw that their clothes - light kimono-style robes called "yukata" - were hanging over the fence near to where we were. We waited for a few minutes, watching them, until they swam over to the other edge of the pool. Then Kenji darted over to where the yukatas were hanging, being careful not to make any sound, and swiped them! He ran back to me and tossed me one of them, a huge grin on his face. After another few minutes, the girls swam back toward where we were, laughing and tired. They were about twenty, short and small-breasted like most Japanese girls, but with great skin and big beautiful eyes. Whispering to each other, they climbed out of the pool, and in the moonlight we could see every detail. I noticed that both of them had great legs. They looked very natural naked, not sexual at all, but just pretty and...natural. When they found their clothes were missing, though, they immediately cried out, "Heyyy!" (which is actually the same in Japanese). Kenji darted out and held out one of the robes in front of him, and I followed his lead and did the same. Seeing us, the girls yelled and covered themselves. One girl - shorter and a bit prettier - dropped to a crouch, while the other one - a little taller, with dyed light-brown hair and tan skin - did the "one arm over the chest, the other hand over the crotch" thing and glared at us. "Give it back," the tan girl said. Kenji laughed. "What, this?" he said. "How do we know these are yours?" "Give it back or we call the police," the tan girl said. "You want the police to see you naked?" asked Kenji, grinning. "How about this? We give you these if you come back to our room and have sex with us." When he said that, the crouching girl looked really dismayed, and looked up at her friend for help. I looked at Kenji, feeling bad, because I didn't want to get girls that way. Kenji is kind of an asshole to women. "Pervert," the standing girl said. "Can't you get sex on your own?" "OK," said Kenji, turning halfway around. "We'll just take these back to our room." "No!" the crouching girl cried. "We're embarrassed!" I looked at her, crouching on the ground, naked, with her arms wrapped around her knees, and I felt really sorry for her. "OK," said the taller girl. "We'll do it. Give us the yukata and we'll fuck you." "How about you?" Kenji asked the girl crouching on the ground. But before she could answer, I threw her robe over the fence. It landed over her knees, and she grabbed it and covered herself with it. "Hey!" Kenji yelled. "Thank you!" the girl said to me. Realizing there was not much else he could do, Kenji threw the other robe to the standing girl. She calmly put it on, not embarrassed to give us one final glimpse of her nude body, and glared at Kenji. Kenji and I quickly walked away, back to our hotel, and he was pissed. "We were about to get laid!" he said. I just shook my head. It was fun to see those girls naked - hey, they had been skinny-dipping in a public pool, after all - but sexual blackmail is way out of line for me. But here's the ending to the story. About an hour later, I went out of my hotel room and down to the road to get a drink from the machine, and there was the girl I had thrown the robe to! At first she was embarrassed to see me, but then I apologized for taking her robe, and said that my friend was just an asshole. She accepted my (halting) apology, and I told her she was beautiful. Then I don't know what happened, but we started kissing each other right there in the road. Well, to make a long story short, I got to see her without the robe again that night. And later, we found out that we lived in the same city (Nagoya, which is in central Japan), and agreed to meet back up after our trips were done. "Kenji" and I stopped being friends a little while later, and he's probably off tormenting girls somewhere. And, I'm happy to say, that girl I met is now my girlfriend, and we've been happily together ever since. :) But ever since that night, I've always gotten the biggest turn-on from surprising my girlfriend when she's in the nude - walking in on her while she's in the shower, or stealing her towel, or pulling her pajamas down from behind. And she likes it too - it reminds us both of that first time we got together. That image of her, standing naked in the moonlight, looking so natural and sweet, wondering where her robe had gone, will always be how I think of her. |
| Name: | Janie |
| E-mail address: | jkaugust1@comcast.net |
| Subject: | Skinny Dipping in Fla |
| Message: | Well, this isn't totally getting pantsd, but you can be the judge.
When I lived in Florida a few years ago, my girlfriend had access to a nice 28' sailboat, with a modest but nice enough cabin. We were both going to the U of F Gainesville. It was during March or April, and she had her boat in the water over on the Gulf Coast by Crystal River. One afternoon she says "let's go over "to my boat, we can sail over the weekend, anchor and watch the Manatees play in the spring boil." I said, "Great." I'd heard about the Manatees but until now, being from up north, I had never seen one in the water. Now the spring opens up into a bay that connects with the Gulf, and there are some really nice ocean-front homes where people winter over with their boats. We sailed out Friday afternoon after school with some snacks and beer, doodling over to the springs, which was a few miles away from the marina. When we got to our anchor spot it was just a little after dusk, but the weather was pleasant, and the water was warm because of the spring. We had a beer or two sailing out and after we anchored out with some other boats about a quarter mile out off some very nice homes. One was a beautiful sloop, about sixty-five feet long about 300 yards off our anchor spot. We figured it belonged to someone in the homes along the shore. Well, Jen is very into boats and sailing, so as the sky darkens, she says, "Let’s go skinny dipping." Now Jen and I are very close; we're not only friends and roommates but boat, dive, party and go to school together. She's got a bod that would raise wood, and I'm pretty sharp looking, too. We get into all kinds of trouble together, but we're not ***that close***. Both being very good swimmers, I wasn't too concerned about her idea, and I also could tell by the anchor line it was slack tide, so I said, "Sure." Well, we knew someone was probably watching the sloop from the shore, but I could tell Jen wanted to see it. We stripped off our boat clothes into a pile in the coxswain’s nest, dove in, and in no time we're playing around in the water. We figured it was late enough that no one would see us. Then Jen says, "Race you round the sloop," pointing at the boat over there. We didn't have anything else to do until morning, except play backgammon, drink beer or talk about new boyfriends, so I was game and said, "You're on." We tear off in a mad nude freestyle dash towards the sloop, which must have been a million-dollar boat. Arriving at the sloop in a minute or two, we start tearing around the anchor line when Jen says, "Janie, I have to see this boat.” Well, I’d been expecting it. She swims right over to the hull, looking for a line to pull herself aboard. There was a dingy on the far side with a tether line. I yelled as she grabbed the line, "Jen, someone on the shore owns that boat, and they're probably watching us now. No sooner than the words came out of my mouth than we hear a speedboat’s drone rounding the point a mile or so away, headed right for us. Now there hadn't been a soul out all evening except us, and we were soooo far away from our boat, nude, water all around, I could only think, "Oh boy." From the beeline the boat made from the point to the sloop, it was obviously headed right for us. As the boat approached we could see “Florida Fish and Game," with the state emblem and I was thinking, "Oh great.” For those of you who don't know, FF&G guys are state troopers on the ocean. They're marine cops, but they usually only enforce fishing rules. So this boat comes roaring up, abruptly idles, coming off its plane coasting right down on us. As it coasts in I can see there's are really good looking guy at the helm, and he's obviously spotted us. I thought we'd been set up. "Evening ladies," he says, "Out for a swim?" "Yes sir," Jen answers back. "That's our boat over there," she says, waving an arm towards our boat. He continues, "Aren't you a little far away from your boat? What are you doing way over here?" By now he's looking right down over us, and even though we're treading water vertically, it’s obvious we're nude from our breasts bobbing around. He continues waving over at the homes, "The boat’s owners were a little nervous about you two boarding their boat, so they asked me to check it out. Don't you think it's a little risky to be swimming so far away from your boat this time of day? Have you got someone on your boat?" "No sir, we both swim for the ‘Gators," she continues, "We both good swimmers." He looks at us and continues, "The people over there don't like you so close to their boat. How about hopping aboard so I can run you back to your boat." Well, Jen is pretty bold around guys, but I'm rather modest. I didn't want to be aboard his boat nude having him see me personally ***up close***. I figure it's time to 'fess up. "Well, ***ahem*** you see officer, we're ***ahem*** skinny dipping," I chirp in. "If you don't mind, we'd rather swim back." He continues, "It's not that I don't mind, the boat's owners do. Besides, you two are taking a big risk getting so far away from your boat this late. If a breeze came up and dragged your anchor, you might not be able to catch it." Now, he had a point, but on the other hand we could also swim ashore, and in the bay the worst that would happen is the boat would drag over onto the bottom and ground. "Besides, he continued, “the tides starting to go out. If anything happened to you girls I'd not only feel bad, I'd loose my job. “ “Girls?” I guess he could see clearly enough, now. "Come, on climb aboard," he says, throwing out his rope boarding ladder. He reached out offering a hand. Accepting there was no other choice, Jen quickly climbed up. Now I've seen her nude many times, and she is ***hot****. Not only does she have nipple and belly rings, she has a scroll tat on her ass, and Tinkerbelle on her pussy. His eyes were devouring her nude body as she clambered aboard. "Come on, come on," he urges me, offering me his hand now, and I reluctantly follow. Well, as much as he was checking out Jen’s adornments, I felt his gaze caress me even more carefully, especially on my coochie. It's hard to be modest climbing up a boat ladder totally nude, and we were both ***totally nude*** if you get my drift, so he got another eyeful of skin. His Cobia 32' had twin Johnson 200 outboards. Once aboard, he says, "Have a seat, girls," pointing Jen and I to the bow seat, as he pulls up the ladder, returning to his helm console. Now, he's got this great view with me holding my privates, and Jen just a tad less demure. “Whrrrrreeeeeee,” he revs up the engines and in a few seconds we're back at our boat. “Okay,” I figure, “fun's over,” and start to get up to hop over onto our boat. "Not so fast girls, I have to fill out this report...." He pulls out a warning form. While he painstaking, meticulously completes the form (copping glances at our hot bods standing by his side -- ten minutes), Jen and I stand with our hands cupped over our pussies and tits. He gives us his boating safety lecture again while he’s filling out the warning. "I need each of you to sign here." Again, we each have to remove a hand to sign, giving him two more great shots – my tits, Jen’s pussy. "You're two nice girls. Please be safe out here," he says, tearing off the cc and handing it to Jen. “Let me help you back, now. He gives the throttle a rev, jumps out of the console sprinting to the bow, and offers a hand as his boat nudges right up into ours. Jen and I clamber over the bow rail now, down to our boat. Two more great shots of our pussies and butts.... "Good evening ladies," he winks at Jen. Standing at attention, hands over pussies and breasts, he backs his boat off, Jen and I standing in disbelief. Suddenly Jen blurts out, "Hey, you forgot to tell us about the sharks! "Jesus Christ Jen," I'm thinking, "just shut up already!" He turns, throttles up his boat. The last thing we hear from him is, “Thweeeeee, twheeeeeeeeooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.” I turned as Jen's staring at his boat disappearing in the distance, saying, “That has got to be the coolest cop I have ever met in my life?!” “Yeah,” she says, “he’s my new boyfriend….” I could've died. I blushed so red I don’t think my normal skin color returned until next morning…. |
| Name: | Poster |
| Subject: | View From The Window |
| Message: | Short one from the teenfx site. I tried to post it yesterday but it never appeared? Anyway just for fun..
When I was 15 our country club started a summer swim team, and even though I would have rather not, my parents made me participate. Anyway, before the season everyone had to either give the team manager their swimsuit size or if they wanted to try them on she would have them at her house. So one afternoon my mom took me and my brother to who we’ll call “Mrs. Smith’s” house to try on the suits. She had them all in her living room, and so my brother went to change in the bathroom, while she said I could just change behind this decorative dressing screen panel. So I went behind it and put on the swimsuit. It was really tight so Mrs. Smith gave me another one to put on. As I was stepping into the second swimsuit, Mrs. Smith’s really cute son comes in the front door and tells his mom that the landscaping guys told him to tell her that they appreciate the view from the window and that the naked girl has a nice butt. I turn my head and look behind me to see three workmen smiling at me and waving; they had obviously been able to see my bare behind the entire time. Very embarrassed I got dressed and we left. Mrs. Smith apologized several times, but Mrs. Smith’s son just thought it was hilarious. |
| Name: | Triana6 |
| E-mail address: | trina1616@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | Tricked |
| Message: | I am a relatively popular 17-year-old black girl. I am also on the cheerleading squad at school so there are a lot of boys who want to get with me. My BF Coco is the craziest girl I know. She loves to play practical jokes on people. Last week she dared me to go all day at school with no panties under my shorts. I never turn down a dare so I did it. It was kind of stimulating to be like that all day with no one except for Coco knowing I had no panties on.
After school I walked home with Coco’s stopping off at her house. No one was home so she invited me in. We spotted two neighbor boys (who are brothers) that are our age and pretty hot outside working on their yard. Coco likes to flirt with them so she invited them over. She is friends with them. I went to the bathroom and when I returned to the kitchen where they all were gathered I saw her whispering and laughing with them. Once they saw me they all got quiet. Then she suggested we play some Truth or Dare. I though this was kind of odd and suspected something was up. The very first round Coco asks me truth or dare so I said “truth.” Then she asks me if I am wearing any panties today. What a little weasel she is I thought! Embarrassed I decided to lie so I said, “Of course I am.” Knowing that I was lying Coco kept saying, “Come on Triana tell the truth”, but I kept insisting that I was. Teasing me she kept needling me till I got kind of upset and embarrassed so she eventually let it go still calling me a liar though. Moving clockwise the next question went to Coco. One of the boys asks her truth or dare. She said dare. Then he said I dare you to pull Triana’s pants down so we can all see if she’s lying! Coco laughed and said ok! I tried to run but she tackled me. As I said I am pretty athletic so we wrestled around as she tried from all angles to pull my shorts down but I fought back hard. She wasn’t having much success so the boys jumped in to help. One of them grabbed me from behind pulling my arms behind my back. I screamed “No fair!” but they all just laughed saying if I was telling the truth it would be no big deal anyway. Held up with my arms disabled Coco made quick work of getting my shorts open. Unbuttoning them and pulling them open she tugged them down past my hips as everyone squealed with delight at the site of my bare shaved pussy. She let my shorts drop to my feet and they all just laughed at the site of me struggling away with my bare pussy and ass showing. One of the boys said I was the cutes black girl he’d even seen. I tried to keep my short wrapped around my feet but Coco took them away. They let me go and all just laughed away at me standing there depantsed cupping my pussy and ass with my hands. “Very funny now give me my shorts back!” I demanded. Coco said no. Instead she taunted me waving my shorts around talking about my shaved pussy. I tried to run to the bathroom for cover but they would no let me leave either! They said I should be punished for getting caught in a lie and I would not get my shorts back till after. Some one mentioned spanking so I decided to just take my shorts back instead. I charged at Coco trying to get my pants back by force but instead we got into a total wrestling match. With no pants on I was at a huge embarrassing disadvantage and she wound up getting the best of me. Locked together like wrestlers spinning around she kept grabbing and spreading my butt apart trying to stick her fingers in my asshole. At one point we wound up on the floor. While on my back she managed to grab my ankles and bend my legs over so that my knees were almost pinned to my chest. She held me spread eagle as the boys applauded and laughed away at the show. Holding my legs down she spread my bare shaved pussy so everyone could she the pink insides. Demanding that I give in she held me like that till I gave in begging for her to let me go. She was really having fun humiliating me in front of the boys. She let me go but still would not give me my shorts back! Although I was not showing it to tell you the truth I was very turned on by the site of the obvious stiff erections in both boys pants. Then she upped the anti saying she would not give me my shorts back unless I sucked both boys’ dicks! I said “No way!” but she said all 3 of them would jump me, take my shirt and bra off too and throw me out of the house buck naked unless I did. I told her, “Go ahead! I dare ya!” and tried to run off but they all tackled me and started tickling me and pulling my shirt up off me. “Ok, Ok! I give in!” I said but laughing they roughly stripped my shirt and bra off anyway without missing a step leaving me completely naked now. Holding me up from behind on my knees Coco ordered me to stop struggling as both boys rubbed their crotches with fat erections in their pants right in my face. Unzipping their jeans they popped their fat Italian dicks out of their under shorts pushing and rubbing them all over my face. They tried to stick them in my mouth but I resisted so they just kept rubbing them all over my face humping my face instead. “Suck it!” Coco kept ordering biting her lip in obvious sexual arousal at the site of the big erections rubbing in my face. Giving in I eventually let them take turns pushing their fat cocks in and out of my mouth rubbing them all over my face too. Pumping them in and out they face fucked me till they both shot huge loads of hot cum in my mouth and all over my face and hair. Holding me like that they made me sit there with thier cum splattered all over my face dripping down my naked tits and stomach. Some almost got in my eyes even so I had to keep my eyes closed. They just held me there naked and splattered in cum laughing at me. “Can I have my clothes back now?” I asked as they laughed away at me. Coco said, “Sure you little ho! Go get them” and took my clothes and threw them out of the front lawn! |
| Name: | Alyssa |
| Subject: | Punished by Step Mom (xxx) |
| Message: | I’ve written stories before about my cruel step sisters and the mean things they’ve done to me on a number of occasions but this story is about my step mom. After my sisters graduated and moved away I finally got some relief from them and their cruel torment. Once they were gone I luckily got the house all to myself. I admit that in my teens I was a real handful. I hated school, loved to go out with my friends, loved to drink and do ‘other’ things too with them whenever I could get away with it. I was generally a real handful. I used to even sneak out of my house at night to meet up with them and stay up all night. I was so bad that my stepmother was beside herself with what to do with me. She said I was rebellious and unmanageable.
One weekday my mother got a call from a family member saying one of my uncles had a heart attack and was in the hospital in intensive care. She rushed out leaving me on my own not thinking about anything except him. She told me I was not allowed to go out, or have anyone over what-so-ever while she was gone. My uncle lives 2+ hours away so I knew she’d be gone for a long time, possibly all night. So seeing an opportunity, I decided to invite friends over and have a party at my house. So I threw a little bash. As the night progressed more and more kids showed up till it was a full blown party. There was plenty of beer flowing and lots of loud music. There was also this boy there that I really liked. During the party I found out he liked me too! After hours had passed I got together with him and soon found myself making out and fooling around with him. We eventually made our way back to my bedroom where things got even more hot and heavy. Everything got kind of hazy and I lost track of time. I don’t know how long we were locked away in bedroom leaving the rest of my friends all over my house drinking and getting belligerent. In my room with the door closed we started kissing and rolling around on my bed grinding against each other. I let him work my pants open and put his hand down inside. It wasn’t long before he managed to work my pants down past my thighs. Eventually he got them all the way off. Unbuttoning my shirt and popping my bra off he sucked and played with my boobs. All worked up now he pulled his pants down and let out his fat penis. It was very stiff and I rubbed and squeezed it as we continued kissing. Locked together he eventually started rubbing it against my wet pussy as I wrapped my legs around him kissing him as we humped each other getting closer and closer to “doing it”. He stuck his boner in my pussy and a finger up my butt and I felt like I was going to cum right there and then. He didn’t have a condom so I told him to stop. He did but joking around he flipped me over trying to stick his wiener up my butt instead. We both laughed and I let him tease me like that for a while. I was so ready to just come I didn’t care. Teasingly he started to press the head of his cock into my butt hole. Outside my room all we could hear was loud music and voices the whole time we were in there. We really weren’t paying much attention to anything else but us. Then suddenly I heard some commotion and a very loud pounding on my door. The door burst open a ½ second later without warning and we both jumped up in shock still half naked to the sight of my step mom storming into my room with the look of the devil in here eyes! Completely irate and incensed by what she saw she grabbed me screaming in my face that I was a complete delinquent and a tramp. She grabbed me by the ear as my crush scrambled to pull up his pants. She pulled me up by my ear and dragged me naked and screaming in pain out of my room with my shirt wide open and my tits showing, and with NO pants on at all. I begged her to let me get my clothes back on but she would have none of it. Instead she dragged me down the hall bottomless and yelping in pain right past all my drunken friends. Spanking my naked ass hard she screamed at me and everyone else saying that the party was over. The music was silenced and my friends scrambled in all directions as they watched her drag me bottomless and humiliated through the house spanking my ass so hard it made a loud ‘crack’ with each swat. Yelping in pain with each smack to my naked ass I begged her to let me go but she would not. Instead she dragged me to her closet and got a belt. Still pulling me by the ear she then dragged me out in front of my friends and ordered everyone remaining to watch as she made an example of me once and for all. She threatened to call the police on every one of them if anyone left. Completely livid she then dragged me by my ear to the kitchen commanding me to clean the entire house by myself in front of everyone… AS I WAS! With tears of utter humiliation I stood there bare-ass trying to cover my pussy begging her to let me get dressed. Before I could even finish my plea I felt the swat of the belt across my naked backside. Pushing me down and throwing a wet rag on the floor in front of me she ordered me to start by scrubbing the dirty kitchen floor by hand till it was sparkling clean. Everyone stood by watching as I cried and begged her to let me get some pants on. With her eyes wide open she lifted the belt high ready to swat me hard again. Screaming “Ok, ok, ok!” I got on my hands and knees sobbing in humiliation as I scrubbed away with my whole ass and glistening pussy on show for all my friends to see. Every time I stopped or hesitated for even a second I received a painful swat from the belt across my naked ass. Flinching in pain from each swat from the belt, she made me scrub faster and faster as a dozen friends looked on watching my bare ass jiggle and shake. A few of my sympathetic friends offered to help clean up but their requests were met with a resounding “NO!” from my mother. No one was allowed to leave either for fear of my mother’s threat to call the authorities on them. Since we were all underage the threat of being turned in carried a lot of weight so most chose to silently comply instead. Other’s probably secretly enjoyed seeing my naked humiliation. Bottomless and sobbing I scrubbed the entire kitchen floor in front of all my friends like this. My mother made me crawl into every corner, nook, and cranny with my naked rear end protruding out for all to see as I made sure every inch was cleaned properly. Standing over me examining every area I cleaned, my mother cruelly swatted my behind as she pointed out every spot I missed or that needed redoing. Crying I scrubbed furiously fast just wanting my humiliating punishment to end, but my mother would not let it. Once I finally finished with the floor my mother ordered me to then wipe the floor dry. I asked if I could just let the floor air dry but she said “NO!” Getting up to find a clean dry towel to use I was swatted again and ordered to remain on my hands and knees. Crying and confused I asked my mother how I was supposed to dry the floor then? She told me to use my shirt. The shirt I had on! “BUT MOM THAT’S THE ONLT THING I HAVE LEFT ON! IF I HAVE TO USE MY SHIRT I WILL BE TOTALLY NAKED. PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GET COMPLETELY NAKED RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ALL MY FRIENDS!” I sobbed uncontrollably. My pleas fell on deaf ears. Lifting the belt again threatening to swat me she ordered me to continue. Sniffling and sobbing I slowly slipped my shirt off exposing my bare breasts and the rest of my body to all my friends leaving me completely naked now. Covering my now exposed breasts and crotch I hung my head in shame as my mother pressed down on me with her foot ordering me to continue immediately or face another swat from the belt. Getting back on my hands and knees stark naked from head to toe I began slowly mopping up the damp floor with my shirt using both hands as I crawled around in front of everyone. Screaming at me to “Hurry up!” she swatted me across my behind again. I moved faster but she still continued threatening me saying I was still not moving fast enough. Hitting me with the belt again I moved faster and faster till I was scrubbing the floor at a furious pace again. I could feel my naked boobs and butt jiggling and shaking like crazy as I cried in utter humiliation. What a sight that must have been to everyone watching! For them all to see right up my naked ass with my bare tits shaking and jiggling away was he most humiliating punishment imaginable. Looking around I noticed at least one partygoer smirking and using his cell phone to record the whole event. I am sure there were some close ups of my still wet pussy and asshole showing in the position I was forced to remain in! Finally after what felt like an eternity I finished the floor. Then without skipping a beat she made me get up get some trash bags and make my way around the house picking up the cup bottles and any other trash left behind by my friends. Following me around pointing things out to me and swatting at my naked rear end every time I missed something my Mother persevered insisting that my friends follow me around as my punishment. Forcing me the lean over and under things I was forced into one compromising position after another as my mother made me scrub stains out of the carpet and wipe up spills. A few times the belt made direct contact with my butt hole and pussy making me flinch and yelp out in momentary pain every so often. Sobbing my eyes out my Mother showed no mercy. Once I was done cleaning the whole house to her satisfaction she then ordered me over her knee right in the middle of the living room. With all my friends circled around me she spread my bare legs wide harshly spanking my naked spread cheeks with her hand. Kicking and protesting she tied my hand behind my back so I could not longer resist. Stark naked and right in front of nearly all my friends and schoolmates she gave my naked ass the thrashing of a life time. As she spanked me she made me admit in detail what I was doing with that boy in the bedroom. I was very reluctant but she would not let up till I told every in detail what we were doing. Ordering me to admit I was a “slut” and a “teenage tramp” she spanked away at me ass viciously till I was screaming “I’M A TEENAGE TRAMP! I AM A SLUT!” over and over till she was satisfied. Once complete I was forced to stand naked with my hand at my side at the front door as all the party goers filed past me one by one. Some looked very somber, some would not look me in the face at all, and a few whom I’ll never forget looked as if they were about to burst out laughing at my humiliating display. What happened that day followed me around for the rest of my school days. The camera phone pictures passed around between schoolmates of me stark naked and crying scrubbing the floor never let me forget my step mother’s humiliating punishment that day. |
| Name: | Lizzy |
| Subject: | Stripped by a Prefect |
| Message: | If my memeory serves me right, I think i was in the 4th year of secondary school when this event occured.
Myself and my friends had a deep rebellious attitude against any rules set by any establishment. Also, we would always do exactly what we were told not to. For example, all of us smoked. When I say smoked, what I mean is that we would walk around with cigarettes in our mouths but it wasn’t really smoking. I was quite small for my age and I had convinced myself that rebelling and smoking made up for my inferior size. Anyway, I went to a fairly strict grammar school. I hated the uniform, which consisted of a white blouse, navy blue jumper, a navy blue and green pleated skirt and black socks. However, I finished my uniform off with black, 8 hole Doc Marten boots. My boots was the only way that I could establish some kind of individuality. Most of the girls just wore plain black slip ons or Mary Jane’s. On the day that I am about to describe, I had snuck off to the girls toilet during lessons to have a sneaky cigarette. I entered the toilets and headed straight towards an empty cubical. Some of the other cubicals were closed but I couldn’t be sure that they were occupied. I entered the cubical, I locked the cubical door, put the toilet seat down and sat to enjoy my cigarette. I pulled the lighter from my bag and lit one of the sticks. I immediately coughed, trying to suppress this cough, I coughed some more. Smoke rose to the ceiling of the bathroom. I remember thinking, ‘if there is anyone else in here they will rumble me for sure’. Then suddenly a piece of paper shot through a small hole in the cubical wall, whoever was sitting in the left cubical had pushed it through. I pulled the paper out of the hole and opened it. It was a small note and read: “I know that you are smoking in there” “I am a prefect and unless you do exactly what I say, I will march you straight to the head’s office” “Now pass all your cigarettes and you lighter under the cubical” I froze with fear. I had been rumbled and was in big trouble. The punishment for smoking in school was expulsion. I had to do what she said. I placed my cigarettes and lighter on the tiled floor and slid them under the 8” gap at the bottom of the cubical. I then sat motionless, hoping that the prefect would take them and leave. To my surprise another note slid through the hole. I picked it up and read: “Good” “Now take off your knickers and slide them under the cubical” “Then sit still and wait for my next note” I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Was she serious? I sat and pondered her order for a while before realising that I had no choice. I remember thinking, ‘Know one would know that I had no panties on’. I lifted up my skirt, grabbed the waistband of my panties and slid them down to my ankles; I worked them over my boots and pulled them off. I then gently slid them under the cubical. The next note soon came through the hole: “Good girl” “I like your boots, take them off and pass them under the cubical” I immediately looked down at my feet and at my tightly laced, sized 5, Doc Marten boots. ‘She’s not having my boots’ I thought to myself. I loved those boots, they were so trendy and there was no way that my mother would buy me another pair. ‘How did she even know that I was wearing boots?’ I thought ‘she must have looked under the cubical’. I was in a real fix. I contemplated making a run for it but was scared that she would catch me. I just sat staring at my boots, wondering what to do. ‘I can’t wander around in school for the rest of the day with no shoes’ I thought to myself. Another note slid through the hole, I pulled it through and read it: “Why are your boots still fully laced?” “TAKE THEM OFF…socks too” She was obviously looking under the cubical which made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I lifted both feet up onto the toilet seat, out of her sight. I wrapped my arms around my knees in order to keep my feet up on the seat. I was still desperately trying to think of a way out of this. Another note came through, it read: “Put your feet on the ground where I can see them, unlace your boots and take them off, I won’t ask you again!!!” I lowered my feet back to the tiled floor where she could obviously see them. I leant over and slowly began unlacing my left boot. I unlaced it as slowly as possible, desperately trying to think of a way out of this situation. Once it was unlaced, I slowly loosened each loop of lace down the boot until it was loose enough to pull off. I then eased it off and placed it on the tiled floor. I then rolled down my school sock and pulled it off, dropping it next to my boot. I then began unlacing my right boot; I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was starting to feel violated and humiliated and it wasn’t a nice feeling. I knew that my shoes were soon to be taken by some evil bitch in the next cubical and there was nothing that I could do about it. Once it was unlaced, I loosened the laces and heeled it off with my bare left foot. I then slipped my sock off, dropping it next to the boots and other sock. My bare feet felt cold on the tiled bathroom floor. I reluctantly slid my boots and socks under the cubical. Another note came through: “MMMM….Nice boots…and what pretty feet you have” “Take off the rest of your clothes and lay them on the ground in front of you” I was now really panicking. I could somehow explain the loss of my boots and socks but how would I explain the fact that I was naked. I slowly started removing my items of clothing, jumper, blouse, bra and skirt, all came off and were laid in a pile in front of me. I was now totally naked and felt extremely vulnerable. Another note came through, it read: “Now wait for five minutes and then get dressed” I sat shivering in the cold cubical. The cubical to my left, where this bitch had been operating from, suddenly unlocked. I could then hear her vacate the rest rooms. I quickly got dressed and vacated my cubical. I looked inside the cubical next door, where the girl had been. My boots, socks and knickers had gone, she had taken them. I walked out of the toilets (bare footed of course) and headed straight for the locker rooms and my locker. Luckily for me, I had my plimsolls in their and was able to wear them for the remainder of the day. I never did find out who did this to me and my mother never replaced my Doc Martens. When she found out that my DM’s had been stolen she bought me a pair of plain black slip ons. My individuality had gone. Although, I never smoked again. |
| Name: | Aime |
| Subject: | Weird Brother Tales |
| Message: | Hi. Sorry I haven’t been back sooner but I am in college now and I have been so busy! But thank you for those who said they liked my stories. There’s a lot I can write about my weird younger brother. If he knew I was on here telling everyone about his pervertedness he’d probably want to kill me! Ha-ha joke’s on him! Here’s another one about something he did to me. There’s plenty more I could tell about him, and even a few things I’d probably not want to tell even on this site! Anyway, hope you like it.
This occurred again during my mid to late teens. It was during a phase when I had a bad habit of falling asleep in my clothes. My mom has yelled at me on numerous occasions about how 'unacceptable' it was. It was a very sore subject in my household. Well one late Friday night I came home from a party around 11:00pm and just conked out on my bed in what I was wearing, a short plaid skirt and black button down top. I was kind of tipsy I will admit and passed out with the lights on and everything. Well my parents were out for the night and still not home so it was just me and my little snot of a brother at home again. I didn’t know where he was when I came home and really didn’t care. I was deep in slumber and didn’t notice anything till I felt my skirt being pulled at. Even with that happening it was still very hard coming out of my sleep induced coma so nothing really registered till I suddenly realized my skirt and underwear were being pulled down past my hips simultaneously! Before having a chance to even consciously react properly my skirt was already at my knees and my panties were not far behind still tangled around my lower thigh. Jumping up out of my sleepy haze in total shock I turn around to see my brother pulling my skirt down saying “Mom said you are not allowed to sleep in your day clothes!” Furiously swatting at his hands as I turned to get up with my bare butt only a foot or so away from his face as I screamed ordering him to stop immediately. Of course instead of complying the little pervert kept pulling till my skirt was all the way down to my shins. With my skirt nearly off and my panties around my knees I turned trying to kick him in the head. Of course kicking at him in my position meant full exposure of my bare butt and as revealing of an open leg shot as was imaginable. With my knees still tangled up in my panties it was difficult to get a good shot at him too so I took several angry kicks at him missing every time. I am sure he saw everything, and I mean everything, from his angle! Humiliated I scrambled to pull my panties back up right in front of him as I cursed at him calling him every name I could think of. Jumping up off my bed with my panties still disheveled and my skirt on the floor already I charged at him ordering him to get out of my room. Seeing my anger he ran like mad laughing at me all the way down the hall taunting, “I pulled your panties dow-own! I saw you bu-utt!” over and over. Slamming my door closed I fumed in anger swearing some sort of serious revenge on him at some point later. For the present time I just wanted to sleep in peace so that’s what I did. |
| Name: | Bad Girl Spanker |
| Subject: | Becky's Pool Adventure - Part 6 |
| Message: | Cameras flashed temporarily blinding her. Becky could feel sweat dripping down over her body and the wetness between her legs. Her sore bottom ached with pain and she longed to rub away the ache. Instead hands rudely squeezed and patted her bare bottom. When a hand was gentle, Becky moaned and felt her body leaning in to it and flushed with shame until her face and chest were nearly as red as her butt.
More hands reached out to bounce and squeeze her breasts and she almost welcomed them as a relief from her sore butt. "That's enough now," the second guy said. Becky gasped, half-relieved and half-disappointed, as the hands withdrew. A part of her shuddered in humiliation and another part longed for their touch-- which only deepened her humiliation. It was horrible enough that this was happening to her. It was even worse that there were parts of her that actually wanted it. Becky looked up at the second guy, her hands still locked behind her head, as if she were under arrest. Her breasts wobbled as she turned around to face him and she could feel the heat in her cheeks as her eyes met his. The last time she had seen him, he was a little kid. Now he was a man and he had stripped her naked and humiliated her. He had made her scream. He had made her cry. He had made her beg. And finally he had made her come. "Line up everyone," the first guy said. "Everyone gets one shot on Becky's butt." "No! No fucking way." Becky's hands flew to cover her sore bottom. "If your hands aren't back up, that's going to be two shots a piece. Then three," the second guy said sternly. Before she could even think, Becky's hands flew back up to her head-- the thought of two smacks a piece from everyone here was more than she could bear. But even one-- even one was too much. "Please," Becky begged him, hating the whine in her voice. She sounded like a little girl to her own ears. A little girl begging a grown up for something she knew she wouldn't receive. "I already got spanked. I admitted I was wrong. I admitted-" She gulped. "-I deserved it." "The way you acted before shows you don't get it yet," the second guy said. "Now stay in place and at the end you'll get your clothes back and you can go home. If you make any more trouble, I'll give them open season on your ass." Looking at the milling pack of teenagers and kids around her, Becky shivered in horror and raised her head. She sensed them lining up behind her and her butt began to freshly tingle at their approach, but so did her thighs and up her thighs as the thought of the spanking she was about to recieve. The first hand slapped her butt hand and she could feel its impact traveling across her cheek, flattening it out and traveling all across her body. Her breasts wobbled, her feet trembled and spit shot out of her mouth. "Oh," Becky gasped, unable to say anything else. With her body still trembling, n another came, this one light. But this one was from a kid obviously reaching up. A laugh followed the spank and she blushed an even deeper crimson at the thought of kids spanking her. The next slap hit hard thrusting out her pelvis lewdly and sending waves of pain and heat radiating up her butt and thighs. Becky gasped again and again as the smacks continued and she shuddered, her eyes open, seeing each one pass, look her naked body over from the front while another hand spanked, rubbed and teased her bare butt from the back. She felt tortured by an incredible mix of pain and pleasure, shock and confusion, feelings too intense to control that buckled her legs. Each pair of male eyes that ran up and down every inch of her body set off another wave of panic in her. The cameras recording her, seemed to be devouring her. Becky screamed so loudly, she felt as if she was shattering and then it was all over. She looked up at the circle of watching faces surrounding her again as she squatted on the asphalt, while she huddled, trying to cover her naked body. "Get up Becky," the first guy ordered. Looking up nervously Becky stood up. She felt no longer in control of herself or her own body. Every inch of her was trembling and her feet shifted nervously while she bit her lip, feeling like a little girl. "Is it over?" she asked, in a voice octaves higher than her normal voice. Her fingers crept across her body, covering nothing. "It's over," he confirmed. And then he tossed her what he had taken from her. The scraps of fabric she had wanted back so badly. Her bikini top and bottom. Becky fumbled to catch them and dropped them. They fell to the asphalt and she hurriedly scrambled on her hands and feet to grab them terrified that someone would snatch them out of her grip and the humiliation would go on until she couldn't take it anymore. When she had them, she clutched them to her chest in her balled up fists. "Well put them on," the first guy said. Still naked Becky looked uncertainly around her. She slipped on the bottoms, realizing with horror that the reason she was doing it now, was obedience. He had made her do what he said. She began to sob again as the bikini bottom made contact with her sore bottom. Then she gulped down her tears and put on the top too. When she had been stripped naked, the bikini had seemed like all the covering she could want but now in the ashphalt parking lot, surrounded by male eyes on all sides, the bikini seemed like nothing at all. She might as well be naked. Becky looked back at the closed and locked gates of the swimming pool and to the lockers beyond it where her clothes were. They were out of reach now until tommorow when the pool opened again. She shivered, sweat cooling on her body and looked uncertainly at the two guys. "How am I supposed to get home like this?" "Run!" the first guy commanded. "Run fast." "I can't," Becky pleaded. "Just give me a t-shirt or something. I can't run home like this." "She can't run home like this." The first guy shook his head, turning to his friend. "What do you think?" "I think she needs incentive," the second guy said. "I say if she has trouble running, we spank her all the way home." Becky shrieked as a a slap struck her bottom, hardly protected by the thin scrap of cloth of her bikini. and then another. "AAAGHHH. I'm going! I'm going!" Becky screamed and ran as if pursued by all the demons of hell. Another slap landed and she leaped up comically in the air and ran even faster. Another landed and she jumped over the fence and was on her way. A few passerby this late looked around to see the half naked girl in a bikini running like crazy down the street. Wolf whistles followed her as she ran and the occasional propositon. When she passed by close, they could see the red bottom hanging out of her bikini. "Hey girl who spanked you?" "Whoever did it, I can finish the job." "Little girl, need someone to rub lotion on that. I got great hands." Flushing even deeper, Becky ran trailing tears and catcalls, her muscles aching, panting with her breath caught in her throat and her heart hammering in her chest. By the time she reached home, she had lost count of how many had seen her in this state. She had recognized some guys from her High School. One had even dared to swipe at her butt. In the old days she would have depantsed him and told him off. Now she had just squealed and run faster, crying like a little girl all the way home. When she reached home and was let in, she refused to answer any questions. Instead Becky locked herself in the bathroom, stripped off her soiled bikini and got in the shower under the warm comforting spray. She rubbed lotion on her sore butt, wincing at the pain and then soaped the rest of her body trying to wash away the sweat and the touch of their hands. As she spray relaxed her, Becky found herself reliving it all over again. The hands. The eyes. Her naked body exposed to all. Her bare bottom thrust out. Standing there so naked and feeling so exposed. Her hand reached for the showerhead and directed it over the breasts, leaving her gasping at the touch and then down, further and deeper, the spray massaged her and loosened her as she sank down. Tommorow she would have to go back to the pool again to collect her clothes, Becky thought. She wondered if the boys would still be there. The End? |
| Name: | Loren |
| E-mail address: | LjK1@aol.com |
| Subject: | Humiliated by another girl |
| Message: | Well this story started when a very popular, hot guy asked me to go out with him. He didn’t tell me that it was to make his girlfriend jealous, but I already knew that because she just broke up with him and he wanted her back. So anyway I said yes. Just to give you a picture of what I look like, I’m blond, kind of small for my age (but still considered hot by many guys), boobs aren't huge but there big enough. Ever since day one I have had a bad felling about stealing this guy from this girl (Her name was Elisabeth (Lisa) she’s a punk and VERY good looking), but I did it anyway. I had only gone out with him about 2 days before the most humiliating event in my entire life occurred. So the dreadful day began with a call from my so-called boyfriend Mike. He wanted me to meet him at the park around 12:00. So I got ready and left to meet him, not expecting a thing, until I got there.
So when arrived I noticed the park was considerably crowded and Lisa and some of her friends were there. I should have turned back right then but I didn’t. Soon I spotted Mike and some of his friends so walked over. As I walked every eye was on me, and once again I should have turned around but I didn’t. Before I even got to Mike, Lisa stepped right in front of me. "What do you think your doing here?" Lisa demanded. "I’m here to meet MY boyfriend." I confidently replied. "What makes you think he would ever like you?!!" "Probably because he's sick of your face!"(BIG mistake!) "You’re going to pay for that!" and with that she snapped her fingers and four of her friends surrounded me on all sides! Two of them came next to me and each held one of my arms, making me defenseless. Lisa stepped forward and gave me a hard punch in the gut. Next she grabbed my hair and need me straight in the crotch. (even for girls this is VERY painful) After that the girls holding me dropped me and I curled up holding my crotch. "Hey what do you guy say about seeing what type of sluty underwear this bitch is wearing!" Then there came a loud cheer from the crowd. The girls picked me up by my hair, ripped my blouse open then off, and finally unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down around my ankles. Another loud cheer came from the crowd. I’m really self-conscious so this was Humiliating! And to make it worse my underwear were pink with little white flowers printed on them! "Well your just a little girl slut, and you know what bad little girls get?" When I didn’t answer she grabbed my nipples through my bra and twisted. I screamed in pain. "They get spankings don’t they?" She twisted hard again, and I found myself screaming, "YES!!!!!!" With that she grabbed me with one hand on my hair and the other on my pink panties and put me over her nee." With the first, hard spank I began to cry uncontrollably. After about 20-30 spanks she lifted me by my hair on to my feet and said, "Now say your sorry you little bitch!" "Sorry" I said with a small defeated voice. "Now get the hell out of here" She then turned me around and kicked me square in the butt, which made me fall on my face. I awkwardly got up (pants still around my ankles) and waddled away as fast as I could. It took at least 3 minutes of waddling to get out of sight. It was humiliating, but it wasn't the first or last time I was completely humiliated by another girl. |
| Name: | SW1 |
| Subject: | losing and being humiliated |
| Message: | It seems from the early results that fully half of us have been stripped naked in a fight. Isn’t it interesting that that is the ultimate defeat and humiliation for us? Have you ever heard of a fight between guys where the aim or result was to leave your opponent naked?
It happened to me only once, in my last term of high school. I was challenged by another girl who thought I’d stolen her boyfriend. It was in a quiet corner of the schoolyard, but there was soon a crowd of boys and girls cheering us on. My opponent was stronger and tougher and soon was ripping my blouse off. Then the cheers were all for her, encouraging her to strip me “all the way.” I was crying and pleading with her, but she did just that. Then she sat astride me and spanked my breasts while a friend of hers held my hands out of the way. Now I was sobbing my heart out. But she was still not satisfied. She turned me over and spanked my bottom for ages—she must have given me well over 100 spanks—until a teacher came and broke it up. We were both paddled by the principal and suspended for the rest of the week. I was so mortified, I never lived it down. Fortunately my time at that school ended two weeks later and my boyfriend dumped me too. Now at 30, I still get stripped and spanked, by my husband and my father-in-law, when I deserve it. But now I do not put up a fight. I accept it as no more than I deserve. |
| Name: | Anna |
| E-mail address: | DANDDINKY@AOL.COM |
| Subject: | Mardi Gras 2005 |
| Message: | This was my eleventh Mardi Gras and for the past ten years I have managed to fill a suitcase with beads I have "earned" flashing in the French Quarter. I have managed to keep myself in good shape by running three days a week and working out at the Gym three times a week. Being a 5'7" blue eyed blonde, even with a little sag to my breasts, I still managed to turn a few heads.
It was the day before Mardi Gras and we headed out to watch a couple of parades. On our walk on Canal Street I decided to try a new drink called a "Zombie," it was a little strong but good and I made it last for the entire length on the parade. We caught many beads at the parade and on the return trip back to the room I managed to get another "Zombie" (I liked the glass). After dropping off the parade beads we headed down to Bourbon Street for a little more adult fun. I had on a tank top but needed to wear a light jacket over it because of the chance of rain. The first thing I noticed was several groups of men in suits, suddenly realizing that not everyone had the day off and these men were on their lunch hour. I saw a group of about eight men with some very nice beads surrounding this young college girl trying to talk her into flashing. One of the men saw me approach and I offered to flash for a set of the beads he was wearing. He asked if he could take a photo and the deed was done and I had my beads before any of the group knew what happened. He was like a kid in a candy store, he could not wait to show the other men the picture he had just taken (those digital cameras are sometimes a pain). He pointed me out to another one of the gentlemen in the group, a very handsome man with gray hair and a way about him that told me he was "The Boss." He walked over to me and asked if I was interested in any of his beads. I smiled and told him there might be something there I liked. He told me he wanted a picture of his own and asked if I would "flash" for his camera. I lifted my top and he got his picture, but as I reached up to remove the beads from his neck he reached under my coat and ran his hands up my sides until he reached my breasts. He was on the outside of my tank top and because of the way my coat was covering his hands no one could see what he was doing. He squeezed my breasts firmly, but was not rough, and he pushed them together. The beads were tangled and I was working to get them free when he looked at me and said "We are just here to have a little fun, is that OK?" I just smiled and said "Sure" which I think me took as a go ahead to proceed under my shirt. He ran his hands up under my tank top and just cupped my breasts in each hand. He squeeze them a little firmer now, almost to the point of pain but stopped just short of that. I was excited and embarrassed at the same time for what I was allowing this total stranger to do to me right in the middle of the street. By now I had managed to free my set of beads and needed him to remove his hands so I could back up. He asked if I would like a second set of beads for being such a "good sport" and as he did he ran his thumbs over my nipples. I don't know if it was the "Zombie" or the fact that I was standing in the middle of Bourbon Street in the middle of the day with this handsome stranger stroking my nipples but my knees started to shake and all of a sudden my underwear was wet. I could not believe I came that easy. He asked again if I wanted a second set of beads and I told him No, I really had to be going. He slide his hands out from under my shirt and no one, even my husband who was no more than five feet away, knew what had happened. I made my way over to the sidewalk and told my husband that I had sneezed and that had made me pee so I needed to go back to the room to change my underwear. He asked if I could wait just a few moments while he got a picture of this girl flashing and off he went. As I stood there I looked over to see my handsome stranger in the middle of his friends showing them the picture he had taken and I could tell my his hand motions that he was describing his little adventure under my shirt. I could tell by his smile that he had enjoyed himself very much, but unless he reads this he will never know just how much I really enjoyed our encounter. |
| Name: | Bad Girl Spanker |
| Subject: | Becky's Pool Adventure - Part 5 |
| Message: | It's not happening. It's not happening, Becky thought fervently. Her wet hair covered her face and she was breathing hard.
Then another smack came down on her bare bottom and she screamed in pain and outrage and her legs kicked. Shamefully she could feel her butt cheeks twitching in anticipation of the next blow. She tried to stop them but she couldn't. "Are you going to admit it?" her spanker demanded. Becky gasped for breath and shook her hair out of her face. And closed her eyes again as she saw how many lenses she was facing. "Stop it. Stop it right now. And turn those cameras of...and...AAAAAHHHH." She never got to complete her sentence as it turned into a yelp instead. A hand rested itself on her bare bottom and she winced at how sore her skin already felt under his touch. "You could have done this the easy way," he said, running his hand across her painfully red cheeks. "Now it's really going to be the hard way." Becky felt her butt cheeks tightening painfully in preparation for the onslaught. She bit her lip. Sweat trickled down her forehead and along her face. "One last chance." A part of Becky wanted to scream out and do anything he said but another part of her continued to stubbornly hold out and resist, the words were lumps in her throat she just couldn't get out. "Fuck you," she yelled out instead. This time the hand came down with a warning and slaps and smacks rained down one after another, too quick to even count. As Becky screamed in pain from one, another came down and she was left gasping and shrieking and cursing until all that was left was a long drawn out shriek. She struggled, she kicked, she fought and twitched and shook her body from side to side, but he held her down effortlessly with one hand while his other continued to remorselessly deliver punishment to her butt. Suddenly the shriek became words. "I admit. I did it! I got you spanked and it was wrong!" The spanking didn't stop. Not for one beat. "I was wrong. Alright! Wrong. What else do you want." Becky's knees were in the air now and the upper half of her body thrusting upward, while her pelvis ground into his. The strokes became more rhythmic and she matched the rhythm. "I enjoyed it! I enjoyed it! Is that what you want!" Each slap on her bare bottom seemed to be driving her now to some conclusion. Her slick naked body wriggled against his lap as a litany of confessions poured out of her mouth, everything she had ever done that she was ashamed of, every time she had had been spanked before, every time she had gotten herself caught naked and secretly enjoyed it. Every single time she had taunted and teased. She screamed it out, each humiliating detail, not caring who heard her anymore, not caring that every word was being permanently recorded by cameras all around her. Still the smacks did not let up and the words became a shriek again, but this time a different sort of shriek as Becky's body shuddered, growing hot, a heat that radiated through her body concentrating through her sore bare bottom and between her thighs. She rode the wave and her body spasmed and her scream echoed through the parking lot and then she was still again. For a moment the spanking stopped and Becky lay there across his lap, completely drained and unbelieving. She heard every mocking comment, every laugh directed her way and closed her eyes against the camera flashes. She felt ashamed but also cleaned inside out, like the way she had felt as a little girl after being made to take a bath. She lay there feeling small and still. Then her momentary peace was broken as the spanking began again and this time she had no protection against it. Each spank connected with Becky's bare bottom and having no energy left to trash around, she screamed with each spank. Saliva dribbled from her open mouth and tears leaked out of her eyes. "Are you sorry?" he demanded. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Becky screamed in answer. "Are you a bad girl?" "YES!" "Yes what?" "I'm a bad girl," Becky sobbed, "I'm a very bad girl." "And what do you deserve?" "A spanking," Becky bawled out, "I deserve to be spanked." "Now put it all together." "I'm a bad girl and I deserve, Aaah, to be spanked. I deserve it! I'm a bad girl!" Becky wept as his hand soundly came down again and again, flattening each cheek in turn. "I'm a bad girl. Bad!" And then it was over. With no warning she was pushed off and went sprawling to the rough ground of the parking lot. Becky rolled and felt her butt come in contact with its surface, heated from a day's burning sunlight, and screamed and leaped up again. Laughter surrounded her on all sides and Becky whirled around trying to escape the cameras and her undesired audiences, but they were here on all sides of her. She tried to cover herself but it was of no use. With a wail, she covered her red face with both hands instead. She felt hands touch her bare butt feeling her hot bottom and she tried to kick at them and stumbled into someone's arms instead. "Behave yourself Becky," her spanked warned. "Just stand there and keep your hands in back of your head or do you need to be taught another lesson?" Still feeling the tears flow down her face, Becky raised her hands putting them behind her head and thrusting her breasts out and exposing the rest of her body to them as well. "Eyes open," she was warned. Becky opened her eyes, gasping at the sight of all the people looking back at her naked body. "Smile," someone called. "Say cheese," said another. Cameras flashed and video cameras recovered every millimeter of her body and every moment of her misery. While Becky looked dazedly at them, overwhelmed, she could feel the heat gathering between her thighs again. |
| Name: | Chloe |
| Subject: | Chole Gillian's Friend Teenage Experiences originally posted to tales of robbery moved here by siggy |
| Message: | Gill as pursuaded me to write up my childhood tales which led to my adult interest in stripping, humiliation, and tying up.
It started when I was 12. I was much more developed than my friends. My nextdoor neighbour Johnathan and his friends would play with us every now and then. This day it was very wet. My mother had to go out can't remmber where so she left me with Johnathan's mum. We where very board and he suggested cow boys and indians. he was to be the indian and I was to be the cow girl. He would capture me and I'd have to escape. Well he got a tie or a cloth belt and tied my hands together. he walked me arround like that and I was getting really board with it. he then said that if he was a really indian he'd make me take my clothes off. i was really shocked at this. The game came to a boring end. But i found myself thinking about what Johnathan had said. Christmas holidays after that saw my first really sexually charged adventure. I was staying at Johnathan's because mum and dad where at a works Christmas duo. We where up stairs in ohnathan's room having been bathed and so on. I was in just a night dress. Johnathan said he'd stayed up and watched some late movie from the stairs through the cracks in the banister. It was about a women who was kidnapped and held by some robbers. They'd tied her up and had made her strip to panties and bra. Johnathan asked if I wore them yet and I said I did. He asked if he could see mine. I was very sheepish about this. He knew I was ticklish and started tickling me. Soon I was squealing and laughing. His mother shouted up and he stopped. He then said he would start again if I didn't show him my bra. Not wanting to get into trouble off his mother then get into trouble with mine for causing trouble when staying with the neighbour i want and got it. He pawed and looked at it. He then said in the movie they made the women dress in front of them. he asked if I would I said no. he then grabbed me and started tickling me. I heard his mother coming up the stairs but could do nothing about it. The bedroom door opened and I was just quick enough to hide the bra. he sent me to my room with a time for bed you two, and a good night kiss. had to leave my bra under the pillow. It was difficult getting to sleep wondering if she would find it. i was more worrioed about that than what Johnathan might be doing to it. The next morning before dressing i want into ohnathan's room and asked for my bra, i'd looked under the pillow and it wasn't there. he said he'd give it to me if i showed him what he'd saw last night when tickling me. i looked puzzled and he said the hairy thing down there pointing to my pubes. i just blushed beatroot red and ran off. the next day his mum give my mum my bra back just saying i must have left it. That was my first of many games with Johnathan. |
| Name: | Joshua |
| Subject: | Pushed Out |
| Message: | My sister had a slumber party with 6 hot girls from her grade that spent the night. They spent most of their time in her room with the door closed, which was extremely disappointing to me since I wanted to see more of them. At one point they all came out in their t-shirts and panties, pj’s, and nighties to get ice cream. My eyes almost popped out of my head seeing them in front of me prancing around so scantily clad. They spend about 15 minutes horsing around and laughing at silly jokes before making their way back to her room again. I couldn’t help but follow them back to the room in a trance not realizing how blatantly obvious I was being gawking at them all. One of the girls noticed me following and made a joke about it to my sister saying I looked to be quite the ‘horny boy’. Shortly after that they slammed the door shut leaving me out in the hall as they chattered and laughed it up behind the door. They were acting so silly I could swear they were drinking or something. Disappointed I stayed downstairs just watching TV by myself.
A while later I heard a big ruckus coming from my sisters room. Girls were squealing and laughing and it sounded like there was some kind of altercation going on mixed in with a lot of loud laughter. Catching my attention I quickly made my way over to the hall outside my sisters room trying to get a better idea of what might possibly be going on in there. It definitely sounded like a struggled of some sort but with a lot of laughter still mixed in. The door cracked open a few inches and I heard someone calling out my name in a very sarcastic tone, “Oh Jooooshua! Come he-ere!!” as the ruckus continued amongst the girls right behind the door. The door kept shutting then opening again in between a lot of banging and bumping and I heard one girl yelling “Stop it!” and “No! Don’t!” over and over again. Next thing I know the door suddenly swings open and in all the laughing and struggling I see 5 girls forcefully pushing my sister’s friend Jessy out into the hallway kicking and screaming. The best part is… that she’s being forced out in only a pair of skimpy pink and white thong panties… and nothing else! With her hands covering her naked boobs she protested trying to push back against them as they shoved her out finally slamming the door closed locking her out in the hall nearly naked. Stunned I watched as she turned furiously banging and kicking the door demanding for them to open up and let her back in. Most of her gorgeous butt and flawless skin was exposed and her boobs and butt shook and jiggled sexily as she pounded on the door. After finally turning in my direction a look of complete embarrassment came across her face as she realized that I was standing there watching the whole thing. Cowering forward trying to cover as much of her top and bottom half with her arms as she could she yelled, “Oh my God you guys! He’s out here! Let me back in right now!” through the door only to hear the muffled sounds of hysterical laughter in response. Her thong didn’t leave much of her fine round naked rump to the imagination. She looked basically naked from behind. Realizing this she quickly turned backing up to the door so that her butt was no longer exposed to me. With a sheepishly embarrassed look on her face she kept yelling through the door demanding to be let back in immediately. Kicking her heel back against the door she kept pounding away demanding that they open the door. Standing there with one arm across her boobs, which kept spilling out exposing her nipples every so often, she kept adjusting her arms and hands trying to keep them covered while her other hand cupped her scantily covered crotch. It was a fine and ‘stimulating’ sight to say the least! Then, as if things couldn’t get any better (or worse for her) the most amazing thing ever, happened. The door opened just enough for a hand to reach out. It grabbed Jessy’s thong by the elastic waist and began pulling and stretching it through the crack in the door. Screaming, “No! No!” over and over she fought tugging back on the last remaining article of clothing saving her from complete nudity. The thong stretched away through the door crack pulling tighter and tighter against her skin till it looked like it was almost cutting into her hips. “Oh my God let go you guys!!!” she screamed as she tried desperately to push her way back into the room. But instead, the door pushed almost all the way closed again with her thong still being pulled through the crack as if being sucked into a black hole. Pinned to the outside of the door she engaged in a desperate tug of war struggling to keep her thong from being torn away from her body. Screaming, “NO!! Your going to rip it!” she clung on pulling back trying to save her thong as I heard the distinct sounds of the elastic giving way followed by a “snap!” as the thong underwear snapped lose. The torn thong quickly snaked away from her disappearing through the door crack altogether leaving poor Jessy wonderfully and embarrassingly stark naked and stranded in the hallway right in front of little old me. A distinct roar of laughter emanated from inside the room. Looking down at her naked body and then up at me with a look of utter horror she stood frozen against the door futilely attempting to cover her gorgeous naked body and privates as best she could. Stunned I stood there not knowing how to react entranced by the vision in front of me. Wide-eyed she stared back at me in an apparent same stunned condition not quite sure what to do. .. to be continued.. |
| Name: | MFSBDB |
| E-mail address: | goldenpump@hotmail.co.uk |
| Subject: | Sibling Rivalry: White & Lacy |
| Message: | Sibling Rivalry: White & Lacy
Amy sat in the changing room cubicle, mortified. The entire shop had just seen her in the most embarrassing pair of panties ever. She sat still for a moment to regain her composure. But nothing could calm her down. The more she thought about what had happened, the more worked-up she became. She looked down at her pink panties. “Luckily, Mum doesn’t know about these!” she thought to herself. She reached into the bottom of the pile of garments to try on, and dug out a teddy that she had picked up herself in the lingerie section. Removing her top, she stood in front of the mirror for a second, admiring her body. She took off her knickers, and threw them into another stall. Naked for a second, she smiled at her new underwear before stepping into it. The teddy was white, lacy and quite sheer. It really accentuated her C-cup breasts and the rest of her figure. At the back, there was very little material. It was entirely backless, like a full-bodied G-string. She turned around and poked out her round bottom in the mirror. This lingerie really highlighted her curves, but even Amy found it quite revealing. But still, she enjoyed wearing it. The very fact that it defied her mother’s authority compelled her to wear it. She soon found herself trying on the rest of the clothes, over the top of her lingerie. The clothes her mother had picked out for her were hideous. It was like she had gone to the children’s section to pick every single garment. There were frumpy dresses, and long pleated skirts that seemed very much fit for a 7-year-old Catholic schoolgirl. And the pile was endless. “What the hell is this stuff?” Amy mused. “There is no way in hell I am going to wear any of this!” She stepped out of everything apart from her lingerie, and sat down for a second. She began to realise how serious her mother was being when she told her that she would be treated like a child from now on. What could she do? There was no way she could wear any of these items in public, it would be almost as embarrassing as having to parade through a busy store with your panties showing. Not quite, but almost, in her mind. “I’m just going to have to confront her!” Amy conceded. She got into the hideous skirt, blouse and pullover that she had arrived in. It covered up her naughty undergarment perfectly. She smiled as she knew her mother would be none-the-wiser. She carried the pile of childish clothes with her as she left the cubicle, and walked back out into the store. She ignored the smirks she got from everyone as she re-emerged into the public. She saw that Anna and Denise were still in the store, although as far as she was aware, they had not noticed her presence yet. Her mother, Jenny, was stood talking to a friend in one of the aisles. Amy approached her with the pile of clothes, although she waited for her to finish the conversation before she spoke. “Mum!” Amy said in a voice of defiance. “Yes dear,” her mother replied. “What are these?” “Clothes, Amy. Your new wardrobe.” “I am not wearing these.” “Yes you will be.” “No! They’re clothes for kids! It’s not fair!” “Well if you act like a little girl you can dress like one as well!” “No way!” “Fine. Then you can wear what you have in your wardrobe at home for the next two weeks!” “There is nothing in there anymore!” “Exactly,” her mother said, raising her eyebrows nonchalantly. Amy sighed. She knew she had been defeated. There was no way she was going to go naked for two weeks; she knew her mother would make her do it, which is why she decided to give in to her mother’s demands. “Right, now I’ll go and pay for this stuff, and you wait here.” Amy obeyed. She stood in the middle of the aisle, and dejectedly watched her mother walk to the cashier with a pile of childish clothes. Anna and Denise had finally noticed her, and came up to speak to her. “Nice show earlier,” laughed Anna. Amy just stayed silent. “Some nice knickers you’re wearing, Amy,” giggled Denise. The two girls walked away laughing, leaving Amy distraught and embarrassed. Her mother soon returned, and declared that it was time to go home. Am followed her mother, and as they were leaving, Amy set off the alarm. Amy knew why. The teddy! She really had not thought this through. Once again, the entire store was staring at her, including Denise and Anna. “Excuse me miss, can I just check those clothes you have just bought?” asked the cute sales assistant. Jenny handed him the bag and he checked but found no tag on any of the purchases. “Can you step through again, please?” he sheepishly asked Amy. She complied, and once again the alarm blared out across the shop. “Amy? What is making it go off?” Jenny asked her daughter. “I don’t know.” Amy said, unable to look her mother in the eyes. “Yes you do! What have you got on underneath!” “Mum! These people know enough about my underwear already!” A few people laughed. “Lift up your skirt a second.” “No way.” “Amy, these people have seen your underpants already. I haven’t got all day.” “No, Mum!” Jenny snapped at her daughter’s defiance. Without any regard for her daughter’s clothing, she lifted her daughter’s skirt to her waist. She gasped when she saw that Amy was no longer wearing the same underwear. “Trying to steal underwear! You are in so much trouble young lady.” Amy just stood, shocked. “Let’s see what else you have underneath there.” Jenny let her daughter’s skirt fall back into place. Instead she pulled Amy’s pullover over her head and put it on the floor. “Take off your blouse.” Amy was unable to move. Her mother therefore had to grab the buttons, and started to undo them. Amy limply tried to fight, but an expression from her mother put an end to that quickly. By now, a crowd had began to form around the incident. Denise and Anna were right at the front, laughing. Soon, Amy’s blouse was opened, and Jenny pulled it off of her shoulders, revealing the top half of Amy’s lacy teddy. Amy cupped her breasts with her hands, trying to hide them. But Jenny then grabbed Amy’s skirt and forcibly pulled it off from the front without warning, revealing Amy’s abundant backside to the crowd, who gasped in unison. Amy shrieked, and hid her bare bottom with her hands. She heard Anna and Denise laughing relentlessly at her exposure. “Nice underwear, old lady!” laughed Denise. Baby got back!” sang Anna. Amy just stood there, open-mouthed, before turning around to hide her bare ass from the crowd. She panicked as she realised she was now pointing it at the sales assistant. There was a satisfying slap as her hands hit the naked flesh of her butt with her attempt at trying to hide it from him. She could now see everyone in the crowd staring at her scantily-clad body, especially at her breasts which were very much on show through the lace. She shielded them from view, leaving her bottom exposed to the man again, which caused her to instinctively turn around and wiggle it at everybody else as well. Jenny just stared in amazement at her daughter, alongside the rest of the shoppers. “I’m afraid she’s going to have to give the offending article back, or pay for it.” said the shocked assistant, stumbling over his words at the sight of Amy‘s bare bottom. “I know.” said Jenny, with an ominous look on her face. TO BE CONTINUED |
| Name: | Bad Girl Spanker |
| Subject: | Becky and the Anderson School for Defiant Girls |
| Message: | (I haven't had time to write up the rest of Becky's pool adventure, but since so many people seemed to want read more of Becky's adventures, here's a quick short of Becky's going undercover)
Becky and the Anderson School for Defiant Girls Becky bit her lip nervously as she sat down in the uncomfortable metal chair. It seemed to be designed for someone much bigger than her and she felt small and out of place sitting in it. Looking outside through the ground floor window, as she waited she could see students passing by outside. There were several schools in the area but she recognized the distinctive uniforms of the Anderson School for Troubled Adolescents, colored bright orange like prison jumpsuits, but unlike regular prison jumpsuits, these had humiliating dropseat bottoms buttoned up. Adult counselors walked among their ranks herding them like sheep back into the pen. Becky shifted in her seat again. She had done her research thoroughly. Ever since she had begun working on a site about kids being inappropriately disciplined in schools, the Anderson School for Troubled Adolescents, particularly its School for Defiant Girls had kept coming up on her radar. The Anderson School, founded by Admiral Anderson in 1872 had originally been an elite prep school before the great-grandson of its founder transformed it into a school for troubled teens in the mid 70's. Since then the Anderson School boasted a 95 percent rate of curing troubled teens. Behind her the door opened and Becky looked around startled as James Anderson entered the room quickly and sat down behind his desk. He looked over quickly and shuffled a few papers into the file cabinet. "You're our latest transfer student," Anderson said. It wasn't a question. He was a big man. Over six feet tall and wide enough to have played football in college. If there was any doubt the trophies and photos on the wall confirmed that. Becky's eyes moved helplessly to the paddled that hung on the wall next to the trophies. It was darkened with age and looked well worn. She thought of how many bottoms had felt its touch and shivered a little. Her research had told her that paddlings were used extensively on troubled students at the Anderson School, sometimes with clothes on and sometimes bare bottom, sometimes in private and sometimes in front of everyone in public. For a moment she almost regretted her plan to go undercover at the Anderson School to expose its abuses. She had arranged to pose as a High School student, not too much of a stretch, who had become a discipline problem and had to be sent to the Anderson School's Division for the Defiant Girl. "This won't be like any school you've ever been to, young lady," Anderson was continuing, "here you'll learn whether you want to or not and you'll behave whether you want to or not. That's the most important thing you'll learn here. To want to do what you're told." Becky scoffed inwardly. The last thing she would be doing was that. "I have a few questions I want to ask," she said. James Anderson studied her evenly. "You don't ask questions here. Anything you need to know, you'll be told." "How do I know?" Becky demanded. "I can see we've got a lot of work ahead of us," Anderson said. "You can ask your questions while we conduct your transfer." Becky got her notebook and pen out. "Is it true that girls are regularly strip searched at the Anderson School." "Those students who can't be trusted are, until they earn our trust," said Anderson. Behind Becky the door opened again and two of the older male students entered. They eyed Becky over in a way that made her uncomfortable studying her from head to toe. "Haven't any of you seen a girl before?" Becky said. The older one smiled. "Sure. And we'll be seeing all of you very soon." "Okay that was sexual harassment, you should discipline them," Becky demanded of James Anderson. "No it wasn't harassment," said Anderson, "it was the literal truth. The first part of your admission process is your new uniform." He bent down under his desk and retrieved a cardboard box containing the same orange jumpsuit the other students were wearing. "Can't I ask you a few questions first?" Becky said. "You can ask me while you're changing." "While I'm changing," Becky said furiously, "you can't expect me to change in front of you." "I can," Anderson said calmly. "If we let you go off and change in private, there's no telling what kind of contraband you could smuggle in. Take out the uniform and put your old clothes in the box." Becky thought fast. She could leave now but then there would be no chance of exposing the story of what was going on behind the scenes at the Anderson School. She was sure that she could change quickly and keep herself covered while she did it. It would be embarrassing, but she had done it at the beach before. "All right," she said, standing up, "but can you have them leave first." "No," Anderson said, "they're here to assist." "Assist what?" Becky snapped. "I can take my clothes off on my own." "We'll see," came the answer. "If you can't, they're here to help you." Swallowing Becky stood up and lifted the box and took out the uniform draping it over her chair. Just imagining herself in it made her stomach lurch. It was a one piece jumpsuit with a dropseat that would allow anyone behind her to just loosen two buttons and have direct access to her bottom. She stepped to the side away from the open window and kicked off her shoes. "Is it true that the Anderson School has conducted strip searches in plain view of other students and even near open windows where other students were passing by." The two older teens guffawed and a smile touched Anderson's face. "Yes we do as a matter of fact Miss Romero. Now step in front of the window where you're in the light so we can see that you're not hiding anything from us." "I won't," Becky said furiously, glancing to the side at the window that looked out onto the street. If she stood there every student, everyone passing by outside, would see her undress. "You will." "I'm not going to expose myself to everyone passing by," Becky said. "Hey." The two assistants seized her, one by each arm and placed her in front of the window. Her scream she saw had attracted attention to her and a crowd was already gathering outside. "Like everything else at the Anderson School, this can be done the easy way or the hard way. You can either take off your clothes or they can cut them off you." Becky fidgeted nervously as one of the assistants placed her shoes in the box and then lifted a pair of scissors. He wouldn't really do it, she thought. He couldn't. It was just a threat to intimidate her. But she had to continue the interview if she was going to have a story to tell. She thought of Nellie Bly who had gotten herself committed to the asylum at Blackwell's Island to report on conditions there and had her story printed nationwide. She just had to endure this a little while longer. Sighing she held the jumpsuit up in front of her to begin undressing when it was taken from her. "Miss Romero, you will take off your clothes in full view without attempting to hide anything. Is that understood?" Anderson asked. Becky bit off a sharp retort and clenched her fists. Then she forced herself to go on and slide out of her jeans. She had worn ripped ones to get into character as a plausible troubled teen. She stood for a moment in her panties before lifting her shirt over her head. The summer heat beat down on her exposed skin through the window and she could hear exclamations of delight from the crowd below at the sight of her standing there in her underwear. Her cheeks flamed a little and she reached for the jumpsuit, only to have her hand slapped away. "You aren't done yet, Miss Romero." "What? You can't mean! I'm not stripping myself naked in front of you and of all them. No way," Becky protested. "You will," Anderson said. "The only question is how many demerits you'll earn before you do it." "Demerits. So what?" Becky asked. James Anderson looked meaningfully at the paddle on the wall and Becky felt her heart race. Then she remembered why she was here. "There was a girl, Antonia Riviera who came to the school a year ago. She reported that after she was caught smuggling pot into the school, she was paddled. In public." Anderson waited and gritting her teeth Becky realized she would have to go on undressing if she expected an answer to her question. With quick hasty motions she undid her bra and dropped it into the box, draping one free hand across her chest. "Yes I recall Miss Riviera," James Anderson said thoughtfully, "she caused a lot of trouble from the time she got here. She was defiant, rude and constantly questioned my authority." He smiled at Becky. "She reminds me of you in a way." "And you had her paddled naked at assembly while all the students watched," Becky said. Seeing that no further answer was forthcoming, she used her free hand to wedge her panties down, pushing them down and letting them fall, before clasping the hand between her legs. Her bare bottom still felt incredibly exposed and she could hear shouts from below. "Nice ass." "Turn around this way." "Spread them." Becky's face reddened further as she tried to keep her focus on James Anderson, her antagonist, who studied her calmly. "She was paddled naked at assembly," he said, "every day for a month." "In front of boys and girls," Becky asked. She wasn't standing in front of him naked. She would be handling this much better if could be dressed again. "In front of all our students," James Anderson said. "Don't you think that was incredibly humiliating for her?" Becky demanded, "to be stripped naked and then paddled and then she probably cried and kicked her legs in front of them all." "That was exactly the idea," Anderson said. "At the first few sessions she fought and kicked and even bit, but by the end of that month Antonia was the best behaved girl you ever saw. I taught her manners by the most direct route possible." "And do you really think that-" "Now move your hands Miss Romero," Anderson said. "I won't," Becky said, clamping her hands even tighter around her private parts. The breeze from the open window cooled the sweat on her skin. James Anderson nodded to the assistant who lifted up Becky's new jumpsuit out of reach, while keeping one foot on the box with her clothes inside. "All-right then. We at the Anderson School respect the student's choices. You can stand here in this condition for as long as you like until you're ready to continue the process. When you've completed the process, you can put on the jumpsuit. Until then you will remain this way." Becky glared furiously at him and then looked toward her clothes and thought of all the questions still unasked. "What the hell." Biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, she removed her hands, exposing first her bare breasts and then lifting her hand from her thighs. As his eyes fell on her and the eyes of the assistants, she regretted shaving for the beach. If she had more hair down there-- Becky closed her eyes and then opened them again, trying to will away the flush that covered her as she felt male eyes on her private areas. "There was another student, again a girl," she willed herself to say, "Amanda Wilkins. She was strip searched right by a window. She was forced to bend down and squat and spread her legs by a ground floor window, while everyone watched." "Not just Amanda," said Anderson. "Every girl who causes trouble at her transfer is. It helps to nip problems in the bud." "You won't do it to me," Becky said defiantly. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her breasts out, confronting him. "You might have done it to all those girls, but that's about to stop right now. And when I get out of here, you'll pay for every one of them. But I won't be one of them because you aren't doing that to me." "Yes Miss Romero we will," Anderson said kindly. A cheer went up outside the window. ...To Be Continued? |
| Name: | Shyboy |
| E-mail address: | truthful84@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Terry Scalia (by obo from literotica.com) |
| Message: | Here is an excerpt of a long story about a snobby, aloof, mom, who has the tables turned on her at her son's school play! It is NOT my story and was written 4 years ago by obo on the literotica.com web site. This was the first of several between Terry Scalia vs. Barbara Anderson leading to some all out clothes ripping catfights and pranks back and forth.
As I said this is a long story 12-14 pages and therefore I chose to post only this climatic moment that comes near the end. I think many of you would enjoy seaching out this story on literotica.com Serach it out via title or author (obo) Titled The Tale of Mrs.Theresa Scalia - Pushy stage mother gets public cumuppance and Submitted by obo (Humor & Satire- Tab) 02/20/03 Here's my favorite part as Barabara Anderson "turns the tables" on Terry Scalia who had instulted and nearly abused Barbara and her son throught earlier parts of the story....in this scene there is an accident on stage invloving Terry's son playing the leading role, the show is stopped, someone falls and Terri intervenes and tries to boss everyone around.... ______ Barbara looked over at Terri consoling her son and trying to clean out his face with a handkerchief. Terri still had her back to the curtain. She was bent slightly at the waist with her knees bent. Barbara looked from the hem of Terri’s skirt straight down to the bottom edge of the curtain. The curtain hooks that ran along that bottom edge were directly underneath Terri’s skirt. The wheels in Barbara’s mind started spinning. “Bill (director of the play) do you want to really give this show a grand finale?” “Sure what you have in mind?” “Contact the sound room and have them cue up 2001: A Space Odyssey. You take over the light board and I’ll run the curtain controls. Signal me when the music is ready. With the curtain down the audience assumed the performance was over. Some had gotten up to leave when the house lights dimmed. Soon be opening strains of 2001: A Space Odyssey was being played. A single spotlight from the back of the house hit the center of the stage. Terri concerned with the disastrous performance and cleaning up Dominic Jr. hardly paid attention to the music. Barbara was at the curtain controls. This curtain was electronically controlled and could be raised or lowered at any number of speeds from extremely slow to fully raised in one second. When the first trumpet calls of the music rang out she started raising the curtain slowly. two hooks caught the hem of Terri’s skirt just as planned and slowly began to pull it up. Terri felt a tug and saw the hem begin to rise at her knees. The music was at the tympani solo. Terri tried to turn around to see what the problem was. When the music came to be second trumpet call Barbara ran the curtain up on rapid speed a distance of two feet. Members of the audience were reacting according to their sex. The women were laughing and commenting on how this was a long time coming and they were so happy to witness Terri’s humiliation. The men on the other hand were intensely scrutinizing the lovely scene presented to them. “Oh my God, oh my God” Terri shrieked. The hem of her skirt was now up to the middle of her back exposing that famous derriere complete with black lace thong panties and sheer to the waist panty hose. The view from the audience was truly awe-inspiring. A single white-hot spotlight, directed at center stage, illuminated Terri Scalia in a state of distress. Terri was still fighting with the curtain hooks with no success. The music was coming to its conclusion. With the last trumpet called Barbara ran the curtain another few feet. This brought Terri’s dress well above her waist stopping just below her bra. Her head was completely covered. She was struggling to see and beginning to panic. Barbara was having the time of her life laughing at the situation she had put Terri in. “Bill, what you think should we take her all the way?” “Honey I think that’s a capital idea.” Barbara twisted the knob on the control and lead curtain flew to the ceiling taking with it and expensive black cocktail dress. As the dress went over Terri’s had, it first caught her under her boobs and nearly lifted her off her feet. This was confirmed by slow motion replay of the videotape. ( Remember the state of the art video set up and you had better believe there more than a few copies made of that tape.) After the boobs had been cleared, the dress snagged her string of pearls breaking the string and sending pearls scattering all over the floor. The force of the dress pulling off her nearly caused Terri to lose her balance. She began stepping on the pearls with her high heels and started slipping around. Arms flailing, legs slipping apart and bending completely over at the waist Terri struggled to stay on her feet. She stabilized with her back to the audience bent at the waist and pointing her famous butt to the audience. Terri straightened up and began to turn around not yet realizing her dress was gone. As she turned the audience was treated to the sight of Terri’s ample chest covered by her black lace Victoria’s Secret bra. If any of you readers have ever been on stage then you know that your sight is very limited when standing in the beam of a white-hot spotlight. Terri couldn’t see outside the area the spotlight illuminated. She slowly looked down at herself and realized her dress had been snatched from her. Her reaction was the classic deer in the headlights. Her mouth agape, her eyes as big as saucers, she froze in place helplessly trying to cover herself with her hands. Mark looked at Dominic who was heartily laughing. “How much longer are you going to let this continue?” Barbara and Bill exchanged high fives and hugs. “Barbara you should go out on stage and take a bow. The people of this town owe you a great debt.” |