Tommy's Retribution

[Drax6119]

What kind of security does that airport have, where none of the airline employees or officers notice anything. Cany Tommy
make people go blind as well...lol.

Bear in mind that his time stops/starts can be targeted selectively...

[Blondie]

What kind of security does that airport have, where none of the airline employees or officers notice anything. Cany Tommy
make people go blind as well...lol.

I'm also curious if Tommy is still suffering from a case of "little dick" syndrome, or if he outgrew it.
That makes me think of another story idea. A boy with a bad case of "Penis Envy" (who happens to have some super-powers) takes it out on his classmates who are well endowed. Wrong side of the site for that idea, but it just came to me, inspired by this story.

Well, considering I'm using time-stop in the story suspension of disbelief is out the window, so I'm not too worried about airport security. But let's just say that they didn't intervene because they were enjoying the show.

Though I didn't allude to it in the story, in my mind's eye Tommy finally reached puberty a year or so after his ordeal, and along with that his penis grew to a fairly average size. After what he dealt with, I see him getting back at all his aggressors, eventually marrying his new girlfriend, having kids and living happily ever after. He earned it.

I like your idea of the "penis envy" guy. His enemies suddenly find themselves with very small penises. It could be quite a humorous tale.

[Blondie]

You really have a great imagination and I love these stories! I hope that there will be a moment when the girls find out that Tommy's penis has not grown at all and a huge bush covers his manhood completely. It would also be funny if one of the girls had a comically big bush!

Sorry to disappoint, but I think Tommy has suffered enough, so his penis has grown to average size. FWIW there will be more than one story coming from me where the protagonist will have to deal with his small penis even after puberty.

Thanks for the comments!

[Blondie]

Chapter 12: Tormented Teachers on the Bus

It had been almost four years since Tommy’s humiliation at the hands of Sister Ruth, Miss Richards, and a few select students. Tommy had retaliated on all but the two teachers. He was in no hurry—in a sense, he was enjoying just the anticipation of avenging the two ladies. He did have a master plan involving all his tormentors, one that would take place on the coming Friday.

Tommy had planned on visiting the two teachers a couple of days before then, but it was sheer happenstance that brought them together sooner—for the first time since Tommy had graduated from the eighth grade. He was walking down the sidewalk on the main downtown drag when, lo and behold, he spotted the two ladies together in the distance, heading in his direction. His heartbeat quickened as he contemplated his first move.

Sister Ruth and Miss Richards had grown close in the five years since their collaboration on Tommy’s debasement. They even fancied themselves “soul mates,” as they both had a shared taste for enforced humiliation. Though they hadn’t had the chance to indulge that fantasy again, they never tired of revisiting the details of that delicious day—both in memory and in conversation.

At first they didn’t recognize the 17-year-old young man who accosted them as they were heading for the bus stop. “Hello, ladies,” beckoned Tommy. “Fancy seeing you here. Surely you remember me—of course, maybe if I took my clothes off and catered to your perverted whims it would jar your memory.”

The ladies instantly realized who was confronting them. They looked at each other and smiled. They were unaware of Tommy’s time-stop and telekinetic powers that he had developed, and in no way felt threatened by this chance meeting.

“Hello, Tommy,” Sister Ruth said. “Long time, no see. How have you been?”

“Better than you can imagine, no thanks to the two of you. Things are looking better all the time.”

Miss Richards, recognizing the malignant attitude Tommy had towards them, tried her hand at placating him. “Tommy, I hope you understand that the method of discipline Sister Ruth and I used on you was for your own good. Being subjected to the humiliation you experienced was the best way to make an impression on you and teach you an important lesson.”

“Oh yeah, you left an impression, all right. I remember it like it was yesterday. I haven’t forgiven you for it, but I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourselves. I’m throwing a party this Friday night at the recreation center. I need some pretty ladies to help me out by serving cocktails and hors d’oeuvres, and maybe even provide some form of entertainment. If you two would be so kind as to help me out with this, it’ll go a long way toward helping your cause.”

With this, the two ladies looked at each other and laughed out loud. Miss Richards answered. “You’ve gotten a little funny in the head, Tommy. Now toddle along, before we take down your trousers and give you a public spanking right here on the sidewalk.” Again the two ladies looked at each other and giggled, then dismissed Tommy by walking past him toward their bus stop.

“Last chance,” called out Tommy to the departing ladies. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Sister Ruth and Miss Richards continued their journey without turning around. “The nerve of that young man,” said Sister Ruth. “We should have kept him naked all semester. Maybe then he would have learned some manners.” Once more the ladies chuckled among themselves—but it would be their last moment of joviality for a very long time.

Tommy watched the two friends as they waited at the bus stop. Now was the moment to make his move. When the bus arrived, he reached into his pocket for the proper change and boarded. The bus was fairly crowded, so Sister Ruth and Betty Richards were forced to sit apart. They each sat on the aisle seat in the middle of the bus, one behind the other, with their backs to each other. Tommy took a place across the aisle from them. The women exchanged a glance, mildly annoyed that this persistent young man had yet to disappear.

Tommy let the bus depart, and then he acted quickly. He stopped time and immediately began undressing the two ladies. Sister Ruth was wearing her habit, and it was simple for Tommy to lift it over her head, taking her headpiece with the frock. In doing so, Tommy was surprised to see a cascade of long, auburn hair run down to a point just below her white bra strap. She's a rather pretty lady, thought Tommy. Prettier than I expected. Her skin was smooth and pale, her features soft and unmistakably feminine.

“Yes, this is going to be quite enjoyable,” Tommy said aloud.

He continued undressing his former teacher, unhooking her bra and sliding it from her shoulders, the cups generous enough to support her womanly curves. A moment later he drew down her panties, exposing a soft thatch of light brown with just a trace of a reddish hue. Tommy felt himself becoming aroused at the scene he was creating.

He then turned his attention to Miss Richards, relishing the chance to undress her. She wore the classic pairing of a white blouse and black skirt, with dark stockings and three-inch heels. She had long, flowing, black hair, and to Tommy she looked even more beautiful than she had four years before.

He slipped off her blouse and unhooked her black bra, revealing her creamy white breasts. They were a touch smaller than Sister Ruth’s, yet firm and perfectly shaped, without the slightest sag. Next he unzipped her skirt and drew it down, uncovering black panties paired with sheer jet-black thigh-highs, each topped with six inches of lace. Tommy thought it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He decided to leave the stockings and heels on her as he slipped her panties off her feet.

Tommy raised his eyebrows when he spied her completely shaven vagina. The sight of her sitting there exposed like that, combined with the seductive stockings and heels caused Tommy to become fully aroused. That and the fact that he was about to return the deed of humiliation to his tormentors had Tommy in a state of giddiness.

Tommy sat down and was about to restart time when a thought struck him. The women were seated back-to-back, their heads nearly touching. Smiling to himself, he rose and began knotting long strands of Sister Ruth’s hair to Miss Richards’. One by one, he tied a dozen such knots, then gently pushed their heads apart to test his work. The hair held fast; they could move no more than a foot or so from each other before the strands pulled tight.

Tommy then draped Betty Richards’ clothes over a handrail at the front of the bus and Sister Ruth’s habit over the handrail in the back of the bus. Each of Tommy’s victims were facing their respective attire.

Tommy again sat down, surveyed the delicious scene and started time.

“What the... OHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOO!”

The simultaneous screams of the two teachers were music to Tommy’s ears. Their cries reverberated through the crowded bus, instantly drawing every eye to their nakedness. Betty Richards instinctively tried to hunch forward to shield herself, but her hair pulled taut—something was holding her fast, making that defensive move impossible.

Sister Ruth felt the tug on her long hair and instinctively crossed her legs, crisscrossing her arms to shield her bare chest. A quick glance toward the back of the bus revealed her habit dangling mockingly in plain view—just as Betty Richards spotted her own skirt, blouse, bra, and panties hanging at the front. Hysteria reigned as Sister Ruth tried to rise and recover her clothes, only to be jerked back by her tethered companion. The two women were screaming out unintelligible sounds, thrashing against one another in a futile struggle to stand.

Tommy drank in the sight of his former tormentors’ complete humiliation. Their fellow passengers stared in astonishment—some shocked, others openly amused by the spectacle. They watched as the two women finally staggered to their feet in the aisle. One was completely naked, with her pale skin contrasting the tanned brunette clad only in black stockings and heels. Both flailed frantically in opposite directions, yet neither gained ground, their movements hampered by the knots binding them together. Each struggled desperately to shield her breasts and sex, their frantic efforts doing little to hide their shame.

It was Betty Richards who first realized the true obstacle. She clutched Sister Ruth’s elbows and yanked furiously, dragging her toward the front of the bus. The maneuver left both women utterly exposed—Sister Ruth did her best to cover herself, but could only manage to reach her nipples with her fingertips.

Just when it seemed Miss Richards was gaining ground, Sister Ruth wrenched free, seized both of her counterpart’s hands, and forced them downward to cover her own pussy. Some on the bus thought it was a delectable sight.

The struggles of the two hysterical women went on for some time. When Tommy saw a do-gooder pulling down Sister Ruth’s habit, he stopped time for everybody but the two agonized women. After struggling for a couple of more minutes, they realized how silent it was, and paused in bewilderment. Then Tommy spoke.

“So, ladies, how does it feel to be stripped naked in public? Are you enjoying your own humiliation as much as you enjoyed mine?”

Miss Richards was quite perplexed at the suddenly quiet surroundings, but had a good sense that Tommy somehow had everything to do with her predicament. She was out of breath as she spoke. “Tommy, whatever you’ve done, please undo it! Please! I’m begging you!”

“Ladies, ladies,” Tommy answered condescendingly. “I told you all you had to do was to come entertain at my party this Friday night. But no, you blew me off like it was nothing. Well, today is your lucky day. Sometimes in life you get a second chance. I’ll give you your clothes back if you agree to my previous request.”

“YES! YES! ANYTHING!” Both women, given their dire circumstances, were willing to agree unconditionally to anything Tommy requested.

“I’m glad you see it my way.”

Tommy then took the habit out of the gentleman’s hands. He went to the front of the bus to retrieve Miss Richards’ clothes. The two women had looks of relief on their faces, which turned to dismay when Tommy opened the door to the bus, then came back and sat down in his seat, where he put the clothes in his shopping bag.

“Okay, you can get off the bus now,” said Tommy.

“B-but what about our clothes?” pleaded Sister Ruth.

“Oh, don’t worry,” responded Tommy. “I’ll set them down on the park bench at the next stop. It’s only three blocks away, and it’s a nice day for a walk. I'll see you Friday night at the rec center. You need to be there by six, before the guests arrive. You'd better not be late. Now get off the bus, before I change my mind and just take these clothes home with me.”

The embattled ladies were in no position to argue. Now whimpering, they put their heads together and awkwardly made their exit. Tommy watched as the ladies made their frantic, clumsy efforts to move as fast as they could down the sidewalk. Sister Ruth was walking forward, while Miss Richards struggled with walking backward. Tommy chuckled at the bizarre and humorous sight. He imagined the scene forthcoming at the next stop, picturing the two ladies frenetically fighting each other as they desperately struggle to put their clothes on. He smiled wider and started time.

Tommy peered out the window as the bus rolled past the frantic twosome. He was delighted that he was responsible for bringing huge grins to the faces of the astonished folks walking down the busy downtown street. Many were pointing and laughing at the naked, hysterical ladies as they scurried awkwardly past them.

Tommy slumped down comfortably in his seat, savoring the moment, while pondering the party with delicious anticipation.

[Blondie]

Chapter 13: The Dog Ate My Panties

Tommy had a lot to do before the big Friday event. There were people to invite, food and liquor to buy, etc.—the usual preparations necessary for a big party. First on Tommy’s list was the alcohol. He wasn’t old enough to buy it himself, nor could he afford it. Then it hit him—who better to help him than one of the main sources of Friday’s entertainment?

He knocked on Miss Richards’ door one evening in the middle of the week. Betty Richards felt more than a little uneasy to see Tommy at her doorstep. Only a few days had passed since her utter humiliation at Tommy’s hands on the public bus.

“Hi, Miss Richards, I’m hoping you can spare an hour or two of your time. I need to buy some alcohol for the party Friday night, and I was wondering if you would help me out,” said Tommy matter-of-factly.

Betty Richards hadn’t yet decided if she would go to the party, as Tommy had insisted. She was treating her humiliating strip on the bus as a nightmare—an aberration that would hopefully never reoccur. Now was the time to put her foot down, she told herself.

“I’m sorry, Tommy, but I’m a teacher, and I don’t think it would be very responsible for me to be a party to underage people drinking alcohol,” Betty replied.

To her surprise, Tommy accepted this explanation without an argument. “No, problem, Miss Richards, I understand.”

He then turned to walk away, and a very relieved Betty Richards started to close the door when Tommy stopped time. He wasted no time in stripping the gorgeous Miss Richards completely nude. It was the second time Tommy had the privilege of viewing her beautiful naked body.

And it won't be the last, he thought to himself with a smile.

He scooped her up and carried her outside, setting her down squarely in the middle of the cul-de-sac. The street was quiet, no cars in sight, but any neighbor glancing out their window would be treated to quite the spectacle once Tommy started time.

And when he did, Miss Richards froze in horror—she was completely nude, standing in the middle of her own street.

"OH NO! OHHH!" she shrieked, clutching at herself as best she could and streaking—literally—toward her front door. The door was slightly ajar, but when she shoved at it, it refused to budge. She looked back at Tommy, who was smiling at her.

“Let me know when you’re ready to help me out,” Tommy calmly said.

“Okay! Okay! Please—just let me inside!” Miss Richards cried, not as calmly.

Tommy relaxed his telekinetic power and followed Miss Richards into her house. “Now put some clothes on, Miss Richards. You can’t go out looking like that. You’re a bit underdressed. Oh, and bring your credit card.”

Miss Richards grudgingly accompanied Tommy on a shopping spree. By the time they were done, the alcohol bill was staggering—enough to supply at least ninety people. Miss Richards winced when she handed her credit card over to the clerk.

“Thank you, Miss Richards,” said Tommy on the way out. “I couldn’t have done this without you.” As he dropped her off, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll hang on to your card for a few more things. Don’t worry—I’ll return it after the party. And really, it’s a small price to pay, considering you’ll be one of the main attractions.”

Again Miss Richards winced. The word “attraction” stayed with her, and with it her dread deepened at what Tommy might have in store. She realized she had no idea what he meant—only that it could be worse than anything so far.

* * * * *

The next day, Tommy brought his sister Sally along to help with preparations for the party. Their first stop was the recreation center, where Sally used his teacher’s credit card to reserve the hall (the female name on the card, he reasoned, made things less suspicious). Afterward, they visited a catering company, where Tommy explained that their services would not be needed beyond delivery. Finally, they stopped at a masquerade shop, where Sally once again handled the purchases as Tommy picked out several costumes.

As they parted, he reminded her that her presence was required at the party. Sally nodded, a chill running through her as her sense of foreboding deepened.

Tommy then called Cindy, Karen, Linda, Nancy, Carlene, and Michael, informing them of the party, and how much he would appreciate their attendance. They knew all too well that refusing his “invitation” would carry extremely humiliating consequences.

He also called Danny. “Danny, I need you to do me a favor. I need a bartender for Friday night’s gig, and I’d like you to take care of that for me.”
Danny knew better than to refuse. “No, problem, Tommy,” Danny responded, masking his apprehension.

“Great,” said Tommy. “Oh, and by the way, remember how I had everybody shave your body in the cafeteria that day awhile back?”

There was silence on the other end. Tommy waited for an answer. “Uh, yeah...”

“Great, I’d like you to do the same thing to yourself Friday afternoon right before you come. Not a hair should be left anywhere below your head. Make sure you're silky smooth all over. Got it?”

“B-but, Tommy...”

“No buts,” interrupted Tommy. “Use a good razor. Smooth and hairless as the day you were born. See you there, 6:00 sharp.” With that, Tommy hung up the phone, leaving Danny with his jaw wide open in shock.

* * * * *

Having assured the presence of most of his previous tormentors Friday night, last on his agenda was Sister Mary Ruth. He drove to the convent and, as luck would have it, Sister Ruth was just going out for a walk when Tommy drove up. Tommy got out of his car and followed her, being careful not to be noticed.

Sister Ruth was still shaken from her terrible ordeal of finding herself naked on a public bus just a few days before. The memory left her so rattled she couldn’t even bring herself to leave the convent for a few days. This was only the second time since the incident that she had ventured outside.

She walked to the park and stopped momentarily to watch a pickup soccer game amongst some local high school kids. She was feeling the serenity of the moment when she felt a cool breeze run up the back of her legs. Startled, she glanced behind her and gasped—the back of her habit had somehow ridden up to her waist, leaving her white panties exposed. She yanked it down at once, heart pounding, and was relieved no one seemed to notice.

Then, to her horror, her whole frock lifted, and before she could stop its ascent it was draped over her head, exposing her white bra and panties. She frantically tried to pull it down, but for some reason it refused to budge.

She felt the cool air brushing against her exposed skin. The soccer players had clearly abandoned their game, shouting and laughing as they watched her flail. She wanted to run, but blinded by her upturned habit, she spun in circles, clawing at the fabric in a desperate attempt to pull it down.

Then came the unmistakable tug at her hips. Her breath caught—her panties were sliding. “Oh God, help me!” she cried, her voice breaking. Slowly, inexorably, the white cotton slipped down her thighs, past her knees, until it crumpled at her ankles. In her frantic attempt to snatch them back up, she bent over and offered the entertained crowd quite an eyeful of her feminine charms.

To her relief, she was having more success with her panties than with her stubborn frock, as nothing was impeding her efforts to pull them up. But, unbelievably, just as she had her panties pulled up past her knees, there was an amazing turn of events. Out of nowhere, a small dog appeared—a scrappy Yorkshire terrier, who must have escaped from his home. Here is what he looked like:



He was a feisty little thing, and he immediately inserted himself into the chaos. To Sister Ruth’s horror, the Yorkshire terrier clamped down on her panties and began tugging with all his might. She could barely hear his growls over the laughter of the soccer players, who were beside themselves with glee at the spectacle. The nun and the dog wrestled tooth and nail, each hell-bent on claiming ownership.

The struggle went on until, inevitably, the fabric gave way. With a sharp ripping sound, Sister Ruth felt her panties vanish from her legs. The cheers and laughter of the boys filled the air, amplifying her humiliation. She didn’t see the little dog disappear around the corner, his new possession flapping comically from his jaws as he scampered away.

Tommy laughed so hard tears ran down his cheeks. He had nothing to do with the dog’s participation—it was pure serendipity—which made it that much more enjoyable.

Sister Ruth continued her frantic, helpless struggle to recover from her predicament. Finally, mercifully, the red-faced nun managed to lower her frock, covering her nudity. The first face she saw was Tommy’s—her new nemesis.

“Well, hi, Sister Ruth. I just thought I’d pop by to make sure you’re going to be at the party Friday night.” Sister Ruth was at a loss for words, but the look of resignation on her face was all the confirmation Tommy needed. "See you at six sharp. Be prepared to put on a show."

He smiled as Sister Ruth buried her face in her hands, feeling quite miserable over her hopeless situation.

Friday night was just a few short days away—and Tommy could hardly wait.

[Blondie]

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