Chapter 7: Paraded in Underwear
Monica Prescott hoped beyond hope that she wouldn't have to walk around in her underwear for her captivated audience. But for Tina Minsky, making Monica strip off her pants was only the appetizer. Tina decided to add a little spice to the main course.
"You can put your heels back on, Ginger," she said. "They will really accentuate your lovely legs."
Reluctantly, Monica bent over and slipped on her black patent leather heels.
"Good, Ginger, you look so lovely, all dressed up in your underwear and dress shoes. But please uncross your arms and drop your hands to your sides so we can see you better.....excellent! Now, I'd like you to strut around for us. You can turn around and go as far as the door, then turn and come back to us."
It took every ounce of fortitude in her being, but Monica managed to put one foot in front of the other and perform her walk of shame. As she made her way back toward the entertained group she noticed with disgust that Ricky had a hand in his pocket and was obviously massaging his crotch. Who could blame him? Here was a beautiful young lady marching around in her bra and panties—the fact that she was doing so compulsorily undoubtedly added to the spectacle—and he was a fourteen-year-old boy with raging hormones. And it was by far the sexiest thing he had seen in his entire life.
"Okay," Tina said. "I'd like you to do that one more time for us, Ginger. I think we all really enjoyed that. Before you start I want you to put your left hand on your hip....that's it....now put your right hand behind your head....elbow straight out...good, Ginger, you sexy mama, you!...now sashay back and forth for us again....and sway those hips while you walk....oh, yes, Ginger, we're getting our own private Victoria Secret Fashion Show here!"
Again Monica returned and stood crimson-faced.
"That was outstanding, Ginger!" complimented Tina. "I'm almost done with you, but I'd like you to do that one more time for me."
Monica started to turn around before Tina stopped her.
"Wait, I'm not done. Like I was about to say, I'd like you to do that one more time for me, only this time without the bra."
Monica looked at Tina with open-mouthed horror. During her own experience with the real Ginger she hadn't made her strip any further and she was not expecting this most unsettling turn of events.
"Please, I didn't make Gin..."
She stopped herself, knowing that slipping out of role play would infuriate her antagonist and only make matters worse for her.
"Miss Prescott," said Monica, "I thought...I thought I was only going to have to do this in my.....in all of my underwear."
"Well, if you must know, Ginger," said Tina, "That was my original plan, but you are putting on quite a show and, well, to be honest I'm finding the whole scene rather titillating. So I think it would be disappointing—for
all of us, I'd venture to say— if we didn't take it to another level. So if you'll kindly hand your bra over we can get on with your sexy show."
Monica, obviously shaken, looked at Dr. Withers with a fleeting hope that she would intercede, but one look at her smiling face told her otherwise. Monica looked like she was about to cry.
"Okay, change of plans," said Tina as she rose and walked over to the wall and grabbed Monica's chair.
She set the chair down facing the group just three or four feet in front of them.
"Have a seat, Ginger. I won't make you walk around topless for us but you
will surrender your bra. I think it will be entertaining for all of us to see your little titties. You know, I'll bet Ricky hasn't seen a naked breast since he sucked on his mommy's nipple when he was a baby." She looked over at Ricky. "Have you, Ricky?"
It was Ricky's turn to blush, even though he was smiling. He shook his head in response. Though he thought he was being discreet with his busy hand in his pocket, it was not lost on any of the other four in the room. All but one of the four found it amusing.
"There you have it, Ginger," said Tina. "You wouldn't want to deprive the young lad of such a golden opportunity now, would you? It could be really special for both of you."
Tina smiled and, well, Monica did not.
Monica sat directly in front of the leering foursome. She crouched slightly forward, knees clenched together and again had her arms crossed over her chest. She shivered, both from her impending fate and from the temperature of the air-conditioned room, which Dr.. Withers had by design set to a cool 65 degrees Fahrenheit. Goosebumps were visible on her arms and legs as she awaited the inevitable instructions from "Miss Prescott."
"You need to take your bra off, Ginger. If I have to ask you again I'll have to take you over my knee and give you a spanking. And in case you're wondering, I
will pull your panties down before I spank you."
The provocative warning elicited a hearty giggle from Paula and prompted Ricky to knead his groin in earnest.
There was no question in Monica's mind that Tina would not hesitate to follow through with her threat of a bare-bottomed spanking. She knew what she had to do.
"Oh, God," she whimpered quietly to herself as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She slipped her arms from the straps and held the bra cups over her chest.
"I'll take that," said Tina as she jumped up and held out her hand.
Monica grudgingly handed over the garment, which Tina promptly tossed over the back of her own chair, where it came to rest on top of Monica's previously relinquished pants.
The thoroughly humiliated Monica, now naked but for a pair of panties and heels, leaned completely forward from the waist. Her elbows dug into her upper thighs as her crisscrossed arms clenched her chest as tightly as possible. Of course, this posture would be short-lived, as much as Tina was relishing it.
"Sit up straight, Ginger," she ordered.
The now scarlet-faced Monica managed to put her back to her chair.
"We want to see your little breasts, Ginger. Kindly fold your hands behind your head so we can see."
Monica assumed the position, which generated two notable responses. The first was outright laughter from the enraptured Paula, which served to exacerbate Monica's already severe state of discomfiture.
The second involved Ricky, who could hold out no longer and finally succumbed to the ever increasing erotic mental and physical stimulation he had been sustaining. His involuntary groan was mostly drowned out by Paula's hilarity, but Monica's perceptiveness and high state of sensitivity allowed her to recognize Ricky's fulfillment, much to her chagrin. The only saving grace, especially for the satisfied young lad was that his dark pair of jeans helped disguise the physical evidence of his ejaculation.
"My, my, Ginger," teased the grinning Tina. "I don't know what is more striking, your glowing cheeks or your tiny little titties."
Tina paused and stared at Monica's breasts. The cool air—and probably in no small part Monica's embarrassment—had caused her nipples to harden and stand at attention.
"And your little nipples are so cute! Are you embarrassed, Ginger?"
Monica merely nodded woefully.
"Answer me, Ginger. And address me by my name."
"Yes, Miss Prescott," Monica managed to mutter.
"On a scale of one to ten, how humiliated do you feel right now?"
Monica paused, then said, "10."
"10, Miss Prescott," admonished Tina.
"10, Miss Prescott," said the real Miss Prescott submissively.
"I'll bet," answered Tina. "I know I would be, sitting there in my panties with everybody staring at my itty bitty titties." Again she paused to let Monica soak up the excruciating humiliation. "I must say, this really is stimulating, Ginger. I'm so tempted to pull your panties off and parade you around the room naked for us."
The look of horror on Monica's face was pronounced.
"No! I mean please, Miss Prescott. I'm begging you, please don't make me do that."
"Hmm," responded Tina. "Ask me nicely, Ginger, and I'll think about it."
"Please, Miss Prescott," said Monica pleadingly. "Please don't make me walk around naked."
"Tell you what," answered Tina. "We'll take a vote. Majority rules. Would you like to have Ginger cavort around naked for us? Paula, you go first, and feel free to add a comment."
Paula didn't hesitate. "I vote yes! It would be so enjoyable to see Ginger shake her naked booty for us."
"Okay," laughed Tina. "That's one vote yes. Ginger? It would only be fair to give you a vote. Would you like to shake your naked booty for us?"
"No....please," pleaded Monica submissively.
"Comment, please, then I'll be able to count your vote."
"I....please...you've humiliated me enough."
"Okay, that's a no vote on the grounds of excessive humiliation. We're tied at one. Ricky, a naked romp around the room for Ginger or not?"
Ricky, who only minutes before had achieved sexual climax, nonetheless had already felt another stirring in his loins. Finally, he spoke his first words since the session began.
"Um....yes. I vote yes," was his predictable response.
"Comment, Ricky?"
"Um....she...she's really good-looking and....and, um...it would be totally awesome to see her naked."
Monica winced noticeably while the other three females broke out in laughter.
"Well said," laughed Tina. "Very profound. So that's two yes votes and one no. Ginger is going to need some help or she'll have to...."
There was an interruption that rescued Monica Prescott—at least for that session—and it came from none other than Dr. Withers.
"I'm afraid our time is up," she declared.
Audible groans of disappointment emanated from her three seatmates.
"Tina and Monica, I want to commend you for a wonderful job with your role-playing. Paula and Ricky, I want to thank you for your assistance today. I do think your participation was beneficial towards Miss Prescott's rehabilitation."
It was a dismissal, and Tina, Paula and Ricky rose from their seats. Monica started to rise in hopes of retrieving her clothes.
"Monica, you can remain seated," directed Dr. Withers. "We're finished here, but I'd like you to sit quietly for a few minutes and reflect on today's experience."
Monica watched anxiously as Tina stood up, turned around and picked Monica's pants and bra from the back of her chair. She walked toward Monica, who reached her hand out for her clothes, but to Monica's consternation, instead of handing over the clothes she leaned over and gave Monica a big, wet, unreciprocated kiss on her lips, then kept on walking to the door.
"Wait!" shouted the fretful Monica. "My clothes!"
"Oh, no worries, Miss Prescott," she responded. "I'll take good care of them for you. You can pick them up on your way out."
With that she strode out of the room, closing the door purposefully behind her.
The distraught Monica wiped Tina's saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand and turned back to face Dr. Withers, who had already retreated to her desk, leaving Monica alone to contemplate the horrific events of the previous hour.
Meanwhile, Caroline Withers smiled contentedly. She poured herself a snifter of cognac and leaned back in her chair. Her gaze inevitably settled on her panty-clad patient. The devilish psychiatrist smiled wider and drank in the delicious scene.
loving the combination of 'revenge' (in essence by the state at the hands of the psychiatrist) melding with the woman's own desires... only one small change I might have made is that Dr. Withers was privately pleased (enjoying it herself) that Tina went 'off script' and publicly annoyed at the (very marginal) chance the 'victim' might realise that 'hey, if this was illegal for me...' (and pick up a button camera/leave her phone recording in her bag to capture Tina's instructions, etc).
