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 nearly four years since Tommy’s humiliation at the hands of Sister Ruth, Miss Richards, and a few select students whose names he had long since crossed off his list. Tommy had retaliated against every single one of those classmates, saving the two teachers for last. He was in no particular hurry, for there was a certain pleasure in simply anticipating their eventual downfall. He found himself savoring the waiting almost as much as the act itself, running scenarios through his mind and smiling to himself as he imagined their growing realization of just how thoroughly he intended to humiliate them.

He had already devised a master plan involving all his tormentors, one that would culminate the following Friday. The two teachers had a role to play, but Tommy had planned to visit them a couple of days beforehand to set the stage for the grand finale.

Sheer happenstance, however, brought them together sooner. For the first time since he had walked out of the eighth grade, their paths were about to cross. He was strolling down the sidewalk of the main downtown drag when, lo and behold, he spotted the two women in the distance, stepping out of a bakery and heading straight in his direction. His heartbeat quickened. He contemplated his first move, running through half a dozen approaches in the span of seconds.

Sister Ruth and Miss Richards had grown close in the four years since their collaboration in Tommy’s debasement. They even fancied themselves “soul mates,” of a sort, sharing a taste for enforced humiliation. Though they hadn't found another target to indulge that particular craving, they never tired of revisiting the details of that delicious day, both in memory and in conversation. They would meet for lunch and fondly recall how much they’d enjoyed stripping Tommy naked, how his face had burned a delicious crimson as they subjected him to one humiliation after another.

At first, neither woman recognized the lean, seventeen-year-old who stepped directly into their path as they approached the bus stop.

"Well, well," Tommy called out. "Fancy running into you two here. Out for a little afternoon stroll?"

Sister Ruth's eyes narrowed. "Do we know you, young man?"

Tommy laughed. "Oh, Sister Ruth. I'm wounded. Surely you remember me. Though, perhaps if I stripped naked right here on the sidewalk and catered to your perverted little whims, it might jog your memory. That was your favorite teaching method, wasn't it?"

The women instantly realized who confronted them. They exchanged a glance, and smiles spread across their faces. They had no idea about the time-stopping ability or telekinetic power Tommy had cultivated in the years since. Consequently, they felt no threat whatsoever from this chance meeting. To them, he was still the frightened boy they had once tormented, now simply taller and filled with misguided bravado.

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

"Better than you can imagine," Tommy replied. "No thanks to the two of you, I might add. But things are looking better all the time. Much better, in fact."

Miss Richards, sensing the hostility in Tommy’s voice, tried to placate him. She stepped forward slightly.

"Tommy, I hope you understand," she began, "that the method of discipline Sister Ruth and I employed was strictly for your own good. The embarrassment you experienced, difficult as it may have seemed at the time, was simply the most effective way to make a lasting impression. We were teaching you an important lesson about behavior and consequences."

"An important lesson," Tommy repeated slowly. "Oh, you left an impression, all right. I remember it like it was yesterday. Stripping me naked. The laughter. The way you both stood there watching, enjoying every moment of my suffering." He paused, stepping a inch closer. "I haven't forgiven you for it. Not remotely. I doubt I ever will. But I'll tell you what, ladies. I'm feeling generous today. I'm going to offer you a chance to redeem yourselves."

He paused again, watching their expressions closely.

"I'm hosting a rather special gathering this Friday night at the recreation center," he continued. “I need some pretty ladies to help me out. Nothing too extravagant. Serving drinks, carrying hors d'oeuvres, and perhaps even providing some form of entertainment for my guests. If you two would be so kind as to help me out with this, it would go a long way toward helping your cause. Think of it as community service. A chance to make amends."

The two women stared at him for a beat. Then, Sister Ruth threw her head back, and both of them erupted into genuine, unrestrained laughter that echoed down the sidewalk.

"My goodness," Sister Ruth wheezed, wiping her eye. “You’ve gotten a little funny in the head, Tommy. Now toddle along, little boy, before we take down your trousers and give you a public spanking right here on the sidewalk.”

The two women exchanged another glance and another shared giggle, then dismissed Tommy entirely, stepping past him toward their bus stop. They didn't bother to look back.

"Last chance," Tommy called after them. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

They kept walking. Sister Ruth deliberately raised her voice so Tommy could hear every word.

"The absolute nerve of that boy," she scoffed. "We should have kept him naked for the rest of the term. Perhaps then he would have learned some humility. We were far too soft on him."

Once more, two teachers chuckled among themselves. It would be the last moment of joviality either woman would experience for a very, very long time.

Tommy watched the two friends step up to the idling bus. Now was the moment to make his move. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out exact change, stepped up the stairs right behind them, and deposited his coins.

The bus was crowded with afternoon commuters, forcing Sister Ruth and Betty Richards to sit apart. They claimed two aisle spots near the middle, one directly behind the other, seated back-to-back. Tommy casually slid into an open bench across the aisle, positioning himself where he had an unobstructed view of both.

The women exchanged a glance when they noticed him. They were mildly annoyed that this persistent pest had yet to disappear, but they were still utterly unconcerned. Miss Richards whispered something over her shoulder to the nun, and then they both stared out the windows, ignoring him completely.

Tommy let the bus depart, then acted quickly.

After stopping time, he immediately rose and began undressing the two women.

Sister Ruth wore her habit, and it was simple work to lift it over her head, taking her veil and headpiece along with it. As he did so, Tommy was surprised to see a cascade of long, auburn hair spill down to just below her white bra strap. Her skin was smooth and pale, her features soft and unmistakably feminine.

She's a rather pretty lady. Prettier than I expected. Who would have guessed?.

“Oh, yes,” Tommy said aloud. "This is going to be quite enjoyable."

He continued undressing his former teacher, unhooking her bra and sliding it down her pale arms. The cups were generous enough to support her womanly curves that the habit had kept hidden for years. He reached down, grasped the waistband of her cotton panties, and pulled them smoothly over her knees and ankles, exposing a soft thatch of light brown hair tinged with a distinct shade of copper. Tommy felt himself becoming aroused at the scene he was creating, by the power he wielded, and by the revenge that was finally within his grasp.

He then turned his attention to Miss Richards, relishing the chance to undress her. She wore the classic pairing of a crisp, button-down white blouse, a tight black skirt, dark sheer stockings, and three-inch patent leather heels. She had long, flowing, black hair, and to Tommy she looked even more attractive than she had four years ago.

He unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it free and unhooked her lace black bra, revealing her creamy white breasts. They were a touch smaller than Sister Ruth’s, yet firm and perfectly round, without the slightest sag.

Next, he unzipped her fitted skirt and slid it down over her hips, revealing a pair of tiny black silk panties paired with sheer, jet-black thigh-high stockings. Each stocking was held in place by a six-inch band of delicate lace resting high on her thighs. Tommy stared for a moment, genuinely impressed. It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.

Deciding the stockings and heels added an extra layer of exquisite humiliation, he slid her black silk panties down her long legs and off her feet, deliberately leaving both stockings and heels in place.

Tommy’s eyebrows shot up as he looked down between her open thighs. She was completely, impeccably shaven, her skin smooth, pink, and totally exposed. The sight of her sitting there like that, stark naked except heels and stockings, caused Tommy to become fully aroused. That, combined with the knowledge that he was about to return the humiliation to his tormentors, left him in a state of giddiness.

Tommy slid back into his seat and was about to restart time when a thought struck him, a delicious inspiration that made him grin.

The two women were seated back-to-back, their heads nearly touching. Rising from his seat, Tommy stepped between them and began knotting long strands of Sister Ruth's auburn hair to Miss Richards' black hair. One by one, he tied a dozen tight, intricate knots, pulling each taut to ensure they would hold. When he finished, he gently nudged their shoulders 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, forcing them to move in tandem or suffer the painful consequence.

Satisfied, Tommy picked up Miss Richards’ clothes and carried them to the front of the bus, where he draped them over the chrome handrail near the driver. Next, he retrieved Sister Ruth’s heavy habit and veil and hung them over the rear exit rail. Positioned at opposite ends of the vehicle, each woman would awake facing her respective wardrobe—tantalizingly close, yet entirely unreachable without the other's compliance.

Tommy sat down once more, surveyed the delicious scene he had orchestrated, and started time.

“What the... OHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOO!”

The simultaneous screams from the two teachers were music to Tommy’s ears. Their cries reverberated through the crowded bus, instantly drawing every eye to their nakedness. Passengers gasped. A man in a business suit dropped his briefcase. A mother clutched her young son to her chest, then immediately turned the child's face away.

Betty Richards’ immediate instinct was to double over and hunch her shoulders forward to cover her bare breasts, but the moment she leaned, her head was jerked backward. Something was holding her fast, and any attempt to shield herself was physically blocked. She cried out again, a sound of pure panic.

Behind her, Sister Ruth felt the tug on her hair. Instinctively crossing her legs, she clamped her forearms across her bare chest, her face flushing crimson with horror and shame. A quick glance toward the back of the bus revealed her habit dangling mockingly in plain view. At the exact same second, Betty Richards spotted her own silk underwear and skirt resting by the driver.

Hysteria reigned as Sister Ruth attempted to bolt from her seat to recover her clothes, only to be violently jerked backward by her tethered companion. Miss Richards shrieked, wrenching back in the opposite direction and dragging the nun off her feet. The two women crashed into the aisle, screaming incoherently, thrashing against one another in a futile struggle to stand, escape, and make sense of the sudden nightmare.

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. A teenage boy whipped out his smartphone, giggling as he recorded the event. An elderly woman shook her head in visible disgust, though her eyes remained glued to the display.

The scene in the aisle was utter chaos. Everyone watched as the two women finally staggered to their feet. One was completely naked, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the tanned brunette clad only in black stockings and heels. Both flailed frantically in opposite directions, neither making any headway as the knots binding their hair yanked their heads together whenever one tried to step away. Each struggled desperately to shield her breasts and sex, but their frantic efforts did little to conceal their embarrassment.

It was Betty Richards who first realized the true obstacle. Lunging backward, she grabbed Sister Ruth by her bare forearms and yanked with all her weight, physically dragging the nun 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, leaving her lower body fully exposed to the gawking passengers.

Just as Miss Richards reached the third row, Sister Ruth let out a desperate cry. She wrenched free and seized both of her counterpart’s wrists, forcing her friend's hands downward to shield her own exposed sex. To the fascinated crowd, it was an absurd, surreal spectacle, the two naked women wrestling in a bus aisle, while each tried to use the other's hands for modesty.

"Let go!" shrieked Betty Richards. "I need to get my clothes!"

“Oh, for the love of God!” shouted Sister Ruth, her voice carrying over the uproar from the passengers.

The struggles of the two women went on for some time, their voices growing hoarse from screaming. When Tommy noticed a well-meaning passenger near the front reaching out to pull down Sister Ruth's habit, he stopped time for everyone but the two agonized women. The world froze around them, but they remained animated, their struggles continuing amid the sudden silence and stillness.

After tussling for a few moments in this surreal frozen world, the women realized how quiet it had become, how still. They paused in bewilderment, their chests heaving, their eyes wide with confusion and fear.

Tommy leaned forward, breaking the silence.

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

Miss Richards stared at him, her mind struggling to process the frozen world around her, but her instincts told her that Tommy somehow had everything to do with it. She was out of breath as she spoke, her voice trembling.

"Tommy," she gasped, "whatever you've done, please make it stop! Please! I'm begging you! We'll do whatever you want! Just give us our clothes!"

“Ladies, ladies,” Tommy answered condescendingly. “I told you all you had to do was to come entertain at my party this Friday night. A simple favor. But no... you laughed in my face. You blew me off like it was nothing. Like I was nothing." He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto Sister Ruth’s terrified face. "Well, today is your lucky day. I'm feeling merciful. I'll give you your clothes back if you agree to my request. Your dignity in exchange for a few hours of service. Seems fair to me."

"Yes! Yes! Anything! We'll be there!" Miss Richards shrieked, nodding so hard she yanked Sister Ruth's head along with hers.

"We agree! Please!" Sister Ruth sobbed.

"I'm glad you see it my way," Tommy said softly.

He rose and took the habit out of the frozen gentleman's hands. Then he walked to the front of the bus to retrieve Miss Richards' clothes. The two women wore looks of profound relief, waiting for him to drop the garments into their arms.

Instead, Tommy opened the door to the bus. Turning back, he nonchalantly stuffed both outfits into his canvas shopping bag.

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

Sister Ruth’s eyes widened in horror. “B-but... our clothes! You said you’d give them back!”

"And I will," Tommy replied. “I’ll leave them sitting on the bench at the next stop. It’s only three blocks down the street, and it’s a nice day for a walk."

He paused, eyeing them both.

"I expect to see both of you Friday night at the rec center, six o-clock sharp. Before my guests arrive. You'd better not be late." He waved his hand dismissively. "Now get off the bus, before I change my mind and take these clothes home with me."

The two women were in no position to argue. Now whimpering, they put their heads together and awkwardly made their exit, shuffling down the aisle in their ridiculous joined state.

Tommy watched as the women made their frantic, clumsy efforts to move as quickly as they could once they reached the sidewalk. Sister Ruth took the lead, walking forward, while Miss Richards was forced to march awkwardly backward. Bound at the head, they looked like some bizarre, two-headed creature of mythology, stumbling down the avenue.

Tommy chuckled at the absurd image. He pictured the scene three blocks away, the two of them frantically trying to dress themselves while tethered together by a dozen tight knots.

Smiling broadly, he started time.

The world resumed its motion. Passengers blinked, looking around for the two naked women who had vanished in the blink of an eye. The bus driver shook his head, muttered under his breath, and stepped on the gas.

Tommy turned his head to the window, watching as the bus passed the frantic pair. They had only managed to cover a few yards. He was delighted to see huge, incredulous grins spread across the faces of astonished pedestrians along the busy downtown street. Many were pointing and laughing at the naked, hysterical women as they awkwardly hurried past them. More than a few cell phones were raised, capturing the extraordinary scene for future entertainment.

Tommy leaned back, crossing his arms with absolute satisfaction as the two figures faded into the distance.

Friday night would be something special indeed. But this unexpected little afternoon detour had been the perfect appetizer.

He closed his eyes, settled comfortably into his seat, and began counting down the hours until Friday.

[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, and the venue to secure. First on Tommy’s list was the alcohol. At seventeen, he lacked both the legal age and the personal funds for the large quantity he planned to serve.

Then inspiration struck. Who better to help him than one of the main sources of Friday’s entertainment?

He knocked on Miss Richards’ front door on a cool midweek evening. Betty Richards felt her stomach tighten at the sight of him standing on her welcome mat. Only a few days had passed since her absolute humiliation at Tommy’s hands on the public bus.

"Good evening, Miss Richards," Tommy began, flashing a smile. "I was hoping I might borrow an hour of your time. Friday night's party requires a rather substantial alcohol purchase, and I was wondering if you would help me out."

Betty Richards stood frozen. She hadn't yet decided whether she was actually going to show up on Friday as Tommy had demanded. She was treating her humiliating ordeal on the bus as a nightmare, an aberration she hoped would never recur. Now, standing on her own porch, she told herself it was time to take back control.

Squaring her shoulders, she looked him dead in the eye, attempting to summon every ounce of her authority as an educator.

"Tommy, I appreciate you stopping by, but I need to be direct with you." She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I’m sorry, Tommy, but I'm a teacher, and my position carries responsibilities. Contributing to underage drinking would violate everything I stand for professionally. I simply cannot participate in this."

To her immense surprise, Tommy accepted her refusal without an argument.

"You know what, Miss Richards? I respect that. I really do." He stepped back from the doorway. "Principles matter. I shouldn't have asked. Please accept my apology for disturbing your evening."

Betty felt a wave of relief rush through her. "Thank you for understanding, Tommy," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I know Friday is important to you, and... I hope your event goes well."

"Kind of you to say," Tommy replied.

He turned leave.

But just as Betty let out a long breath and began to swing her door shut, Tommy stopped time.

Wasting no time, Tommy stepped into the entry hall and stripped the gorgeous Miss Richards completely nude. It was the second time Tommy had been treated to the view of her magnificent, naked body.

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

Gathering her limp, frozen body into his arms, he carried her down the front steps, across her manicured lawn, and out into the center of the quiet residential cul-de-sac. He set her down squarely in the middle of the pavement. There were no cars in sight, but any neighbor who happened to glance out their living room window was about to get a front-row seat to an extraordinary show.

Stepping back onto the sidewalk, Tommy started time.

Betty Richards suddenly found herself standing stark naked in the middle of her own street, feeling a breeze on bare skin that should have been covered. For one suspended heartbeat, she simply stared at her own front door, now impossibly fifty feet away.

Then comprehension crashed over her.

"OH NO! OHHH GOD!" she shrieked.

She instinctively leaned forward and clamped her hands over her breasts and crotch, the classic pose of someone suddenly exposed, then bolted for her house. Her front door was still slightly open. Reaching her porch, she threw her shoulder against it, but the door refused to yield. She slammed herself against it again, sobbing now, but some invisible force held it shut.

She turned in panic and found Tommy casually leaning against her porch railing, watching her with an amused smile.

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

“PLEASE!” Miss Richards cried, decidedly less calmly. She abandoned any attempt at modesty and gripped the doorframe with both hands, pressing her forehead against the wood. “Please, Tommy, I’m begging you! Just let me inside! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please let me cover up!”

Tommy relaxed his telekinetic grip, and the door swung open. Betty stumbled into the entryway, with Tommy following at a leisurely pace. She scrambled for the throw blanket on her couch and wrapped it tightly around her trembling frame.

"Now then," Tommy said, settling onto her armchair. "Go put some clothes on, Miss Richards. You can't go out in public looking like that. You're a bit underdressed for a shopping trip." He paused, examining his fingernails. "Oh, and bring your credit cards.”

Half an hour later, a thoroughly defeated Miss Richards found herself following Tommy through a high-end liquor warehouse. With zero budget constraints, Tommy spared no expense. Top-shelf vodka, premium whiskey, cases of wine, and vintage Champagne that cost more per bottle than Miss Richards’ weekly grocery budget loaded down the flatbed cart.

By the time they reached the register, the cart contained enough alcohol for at least a hundred guests. As Miss Richards handed over her credit card to the clerk, she felt physically ill.

"Thank you, Miss Richards," Tommy said as they loaded cases into his borrowed truck. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

They drove back to her house in silence. As he pulled into her driveway, Tommy shifted into park and turned to face her.

“If you don’t mind, I'll be holding onto your card for a few additional purchases. Venue rental, catering deposits, costume supplies... nothing too crazy." He paused, taking in her wide-eyed expression. "Don’t worry," he added reassuringly. "I’ll return it to you after the party. Consider it a small investment in the evening's success. And really, it’s a small price to pay when you consider that you’re going to be one of my main attractions.”

Miss Richards winced. The word “attraction” sent a fresh wave of dread through her, and she found herself increasingly fearful of what Tommy had planned for Friday. She realized she had no idea what awaited her, only that it could be worse than anything that had happened so far.

* * * * *

The following morning, Tommy enlisted his Sister Sally's help with the final preparations for the party. Their first stop was the local community recreation center, where Sally produced the credit card bearing Betty Richards’ name to reserve the main banquet hall for Friday night. A woman providing the card, Tommy reasoned, would attract fewer questions.

From there, they visited a catering company, where Tommy explained that their services would be limited to delivery and that no serving staff would be required.

Finally, they stopped at a masquerade shop, where Sally once again handled the purchases while Tommy carefully selected several costumes, calculating the humiliation potential of each one for its intended wearer.

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. She was beginning to realize there was no escape from whatever her brother had set in motion.

Tommy’s next order of business was locking down the rest of his guest list. He phoned Cindy, Karen, Linda, Nancy, Carlene, and Michael, informing each of them about Friday night's event 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’ve decided you’re the perfect guy for the job."

Danny knew better than to refuse.

"Uh... no problem, Tommy. Happy to help," he replied, doing his best to mask his apprehension.

“Fantastic,” Tommy replied. “Oh, and by the way... remember that day a while back in the cafeteria? When I had everyone gather around and shave your entire body?"

Dead silence filled the line. Tommy waited.

“Uh... yeah...”

"Great! I’d like you to do the exact same thing to yourself Friday afternoon, right before you show up. Not a hair left anywhere below your head. Make sure you’re silky smooth all over. Got it?”

“B-but, Tommy... that's... I mean, why do I need to be—"

“No buts,” Tommy interrupted. “Use a good razor. Smooth and hairless as the day you were born. See you there, six o’clock sharp.”

With that, Tommy clicked off, leaving Danny staring at the phone with his jaw hanging open.

* * * * *

Sister Mary Ruth represented the final piece. Tommy drove to the convent, and as luck would have it, she happened to be heading out for an evening walk just as he arrived.

Tommy got out of his car and followed her at a distance, being careful not to be noticed.

Sister Ruth was still deeply shaken by her horrific ordeal on the public bus. The memory had rattled her so badly that she hadn’t been able to leave the convent for several days. This was only her second time venturing outside since the nightmare.

She wandered toward the neighborhood park, pausing momentarily to watch a pickup soccer game among a group of local high school boys. For a few moments, she allowed herself to enjoy the peacefulness of the scene.

Then she felt a sudden cool breeze run up the back of her legs.

Startled, she gasped and spun around, instinctively reaching for her clothing. The back of her habit had somehow ridden up past her waist, leaving her plain white cotton panties exposed to the evening air. She yanked it down at once, heart pounding, and was relieved no one seemed to have noticed.

Then, to her utter horror, the entire frock rose, and before she could stop its ascent it was draped over her face like a shroud.

"What in the—!" she cried out, clawing blindly at the cloth material.

She fought to pull it back down, fought to see, fought to cover herself, but the habit refused to budge. It hung suspended, while beneath it she stood in bra and panties before a dozen adolescent boys.

The shouts and laughter began. The soccer players had clearly abandoned their game. She wanted to run, but she could barely see where she was going. She spun in desperate circles, fumbling with the fabric as the laughter from the sidelines grew louder.

Then came the unmistakable tug at her hips. Her panties were sliding down.

“No! No!” she shrieked, blindly snatching downward. But her fingers found only empty air as the elastic band slipped past her hips, down her thighs.

Slowly, inexorably, her panties slipped past her knees and down her calves, until they crumpled at her ankles. In a frantic, blind panic to pull them up, she bent over, inadvertently presenting herself to the roaring crowd of teenage boys.

"Praise the Lord!" one of the players hooted, prompting a wave of laughter and whistling from the sidelines.

“Oh God, please help me!” she cried, her voice breaking into sobs.

To her relief, she finally managed to grasp the waistband, and she began hoisting them up her legs. But, unbelievably, just as she had her panties pulled up past her knees, there was an absurd turn of events.

Out of nowhere, a scrappy, runaway Yorkshire terrier burst onto the grass, yapping furiously. Here is what he looked like:



The feisty little dog immediately inserted himself into the chaos. To Sister Ruth’s horror, he seized the dangling white cotton in his teeth and tugged with all his might.

She yanked upward in blind panic. The dog growled and yanked back harder, shaking his head side-to-side.

The soccer players abandoned their game entirely, forming a loose circle around the spectacle and howling with laughter.

Sister Ruth could barely hear the dog’s growls over the uproar as she found herself engaged in a desperate tug-of-war with a ten-pound terrier over her own underwear.

The struggle continued until, inevitably, the thin cotton gave way. With a sharp ripping sound, Sister Ruth felt her panties vanish from her legs, leaving only a torn fragment clutched in her hands. The boys erupted into wild cheers and applause, amplifying her humiliation.

She didn’t see the dog disappear around the corner, his new possession flapping comically from his jaws as he scampered away.

Tommy laughed until tears streamed down his face. He hadn’t orchestrated the dog’s participation. It was pure serendipity, which somehow made the humiliation even sweeter.

Sister Ruth finally wrestled her habit down, covering her nakedness. Her face was bright crimson, her breaths coming in humiliated gasps as she sat on the grass, trembling.

When she finally pushed the veil out of her eyes, the first person she saw standing over her was Tommy, her new nemesis, smiling with pleasure.

"Sister Ruth," Tommy said, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. "What an unexpected pleasure, finding you here." He paused, taking in her pained expression. "I do hope you're planning to attend Friday's gathering. Your presence would mean a great deal to me."

She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. No words emerged. But the utter defeat in her tear-filled eyes provided all the confirmation Tommy required.

"Six sharp," he said. "And Sister? Do make sure you're prepared to perform. I have something very special lined up for you."

He left her there, sitting alone on the lawn, her hands buried her face, completely crushed by the hopelessness of her situation.

Friday night was only two days away, and Tommy could hardly wait.

[Blondie]

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