Andy's Embarrassing Over-the-Knee Spanking

[Brett]

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[Blondie]

No new chapters anytime soon?

Well, I wish I could answer positively, but unfortunately it won't be soon. As usual, there are time constraints, and now that a slew of chapters from several of my stories went missing, any free time I have for this site will have to be devoted to that.

That being said, rest assured, this story will continue. I will try to make this one next on my list when I have time to write.

Sorry for the long gap between chapters, but it's been unavoidable. Thank you for your interest.

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Chapter 12: The Subordinates

I stood smiling at Andy while Miss Prescott went into her drawer and pulled out the ballet slippers that Andy had worn earlier with the bunny suit. She dropped them at his feet.

"Here you go, Mr. Cunningham. Slip these on, then you'll be appropriately dressed to go outside."

Appropriately dressed? Ha! Maybe if he was 8, and a girl. Even THEN it would still be embarrassing. Now? Downright humiliating. And I love it!

Andy pulled on the slippers. I moved back a couple of steps and took in the captivating vision. Here is what his ensemble looked like:



The slippers only emphasized his long, slender, smooth legs. A slim, youngish looking physique filled out the flirty swimsuit. The bunny ears framed a face flushed scarlet with shame, and wearing an expression of sheer misery. I caught his eye and grinned wickedly.

"Okay, the two of you may return to your seats," said Miss Prescott. "We have a few minutes before recess. Class, you may talk quietly among yourselves in the interim."

The sounds of exuberant chatter immediately filled the room, every eye glued to the boy in the ridiculous pink swimsuit as Andy and I slipped back to our seats. Once seated, I immediately turned and faced Mia. As you may recall, Andy's seat was directly behind mine, and Mia sat immediately across from Andy. Which meant poor Andy would have to sit there, red-faced and squirming, with every word of our conversation ringing in his ears.

"You lucky little devil!" Mia grinned. "What was it like?"

"Oh, it was pretty special," I said while glancing at Andy with a mischievous smile. "Andy all naked, and embarrassed as all get-out. It doesn't get any better."

"Tell me about Little Andy," she said. She sounded like she was a bit out of breath.

"Oh, Little Andy was a delight," I said with a twinkle in my eye. I left it right there, knowing that Mia was anxious to hear more.

"I'm sure it was, but I need details!" she said.

“Well, you remember how small it looked in his undies—and even more so in the leotard?”

"Yes!" said Mia eagerly.

"So naturally, we both assumed it must be really small, right?" I asked.

"Yes!" said Mia, impatiently.

"It's even smaller than we thought," I said, while glancing at Andy and smirking.

It wasn’t true—it was as I thought: smaller than average, but not what one would consider tiny. But Andy didn’t need to know that.

Mia clapped a hand over her mouth, laughing. "Oh, that’s too funny!" We both looked at Andy. He squirmed in his seat while staring straight down at his desktop. "What about the hair?" asked Mia. "I'm guessing he's as bald as an egg down there."

"That'll be Andy's and my little secret," I said coyly. "And Miss Prescott's."

Mia groaned. "Andrea, don’t do this to me!”

"Hahaha. Maybe Andy will let you have a peek inside his darling little swimsuit when we go out for recess," I said.

"No!" blurted out the flustered and red-faced Andy. "I won't!"

"We'll see about that," I said with another twinkle in my eye. I looked at Mia, who looked like she was momentarily deep in thought.

"Yes. We’ll see about that," she finally said, with an impish smile.

* * * * *

"Okay, class," said Miss Prescott, interrupting the merriment that was taking place throughout the room. "Time for afternoon recess. Andrea and Mia, I would like to call upon you to have Mr. Clark and Miss Fletcher in your charge. And Mr. Cunningham, of course."

(The reader may recall that Jimmy Clark and Vicky Fletcher made the mistake of getting on Miss Prescott's bad side. They were now wearing bunny ears.)

"Certainly, Miss Prescott," replied Mia, somewhat giddily. I had a feeling that Mia was delighted to have two more people to boss around—and potentially humiliate.

"Thank you," said Miss Prescott. "Andrew, Jimmy, and Vicky—you are now under the supervision of Miss Collins and Miss Cunningham. You are their subordinates. Any defiance of their authority would be equivalent to defying me. So I trust it’s clear that it would be... unwise... for them to return from recess with reports of disobedience or insubordination on your parts."

Mia and I both turned toward Jimmy and Vicky and caught their eyes. The uneasiness in their expressions made it clear they hadn’t taken Miss Prescott’s warning lightly. Mia and I exchanged gleeful grins. It promised to be a very entertaining recess.

* * * * * *

A buzz of excitement hung in the air as we filed into the hallway. Miss Prescott directed that everyone wearing bunny ears was to join the girls’ line—under the watchful charge of Mia and me. At the time, I thought it would be amusing to have two more people in our charge, but my main focus remained on the boy in the humiliating swimsuit. I simply couldn't get enough of Andy's ongoing disgrace, and it seemed only to deepen with every passing minute.

Mia, though certainly thrilled to have Andy under her control, seemed quite delighted that Jimmy and Vicky were added to the equation. I let her take the lead—and as always, she kept things entertaining.

"I'd like the bunny boys to hold hands while we go outside," ordered Mia, as she eyed Andy and Jimmy.

The two boys stood dumbfounded, neither eager to touch the other.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me," persisted Mia. "Hands together, like good little bunny boys."

The boys exchanged a miserable glance, realizing they had no choice. Very reluctantly, they joined hands. I'm sure it was excruciating for them, but I found it quite amusing.

Mia smiled. "Aww, so cute, the bunny boys holding hands like little bunny boyfriends."

Vicky couldn't suppress a giggle, despite her subservient status. Mia pounced on the opportunity to chastise her.

"Oh, you think it's funny, do you? You really enjoy seeing people get embarrassed, don't you, Vicky? Do you like it when you're the one getting embarrassed?"

"No," Vicky replied softly, staring at the floor.

"I didn't think so. I noticed your face turned pretty red when Miss Prescott put those bunny ears on your head. Apparently, that wasn't enough. Let's have you hop like a bunny the rest of the way."

Vicky's face burned brighter. "Please... I'm... I'm sorry, Mia..."

"I'm glad you're sorry," replied Mia. "Now start hopping."

After hesitating, Vicky forced herself to do Mia's bidding, and indeed bent her knees and began bouncing forward in little hops. The laughter echoed throughout the hallway, and Vicky's face registered another shade of red.

Once outside, it didn't take long for our little group to attract the attention of the other students. I mean, the bunny ears were one thing, but Andy's swimsuit was another matter entirely. It was a spectacle all its own.

Just to give you visual, here is a picture that Mia took that day. We weren't allowed cell phones, but she snuck this in on the sly:



So cute! So amusing! So humiliating!

Like I said, my focus was on Andy, and we had our fun with him during that recess. But before I get to that, I should tell you how Mia humiliated our two new subordinates. It started almost the moment we stepped outside, when Jimmy made the foolish mistake of yanking his hand free from Andy’s. Mia looked at Jimmy sternly.

"Did I tell you to stop holding hands?"

"No... I mean... I thought once we were outside—"

"Well, you thought wrong," Mia cut in.

She paused, contemplating her next step. I watched, fascinated.

“Tell me, Jimmy,” she asked at last. "Was it embarrassing for you to hold hands with another boy?"

"Um... yes, I... I guess..." stammered Jimmy.

"If you were dressed like a girl, would that make it less embarrassing?"

Jimmy blushed, squirming uncomfortably. "Please, I... I didn't know." He reached over to retake Andy's hand, but Andy jerked his arm away.

“Too late,” Mia declared. "You'll need to be punished." She glanced at Andy sharply. "And I'll deal with you later." Then her eyes returned to Jimmy. "Meanwhile, I think you should be dressed like a girl. Maybe then you'll be comfortable holding another boy’s hand.”

By then, a small crowd was forming, eager to see what Mia would do. And when she gave Vicky a long, deliberate stare—followed by a sly smile—I felt a wicked thrill. I could already see where she was going, and I broke into a slow grin as I considered the delicious implications.

"Vicky," said Mia. "Would you mind if Jimmy borrowed your school uniform for a bit?"

Vicky’s eyes widened. “What? No!” she gasped, horrified.

"It's okay," said Mia in a soothing voice. "It's not like you'll have to parade around in your underwear. It looks like you and Jimmy are about the same size, so you can slip into his uniform. Unless, of course, you'd rather just prance around in your undies."

All eyes were glued to the embattled twosome. It was quiet for a spell until an incredulous student could be heard saying, "Is she going to make them take their clothes off? Out here?"

It appeared that Mia fully intended to do just that. "Come on, we don't have all day," she pressed. "Jimmy needs to wear girly clothes, and he needs your help. Off with it." She turned to Jimmy. "You, too. Strip down, so you can put on Vicky's uniform." Jimmy and Vicky stood dumbfounded. "Now!" Mia snapped. “Or should I tell Miss Prescott you’ve been uncooperative? I don’t think either of you wants that.”

A tense standoff followed. There was considerable pleading from the two unwilling participants. In the end, they both must have determined that they would be better off yielding to Mia than facing the consequences from their teacher. They had seen Miss Prescott (aka Felicity) in action, and they knew that her inclination to dole out humiliation had no limits. Reluctantly, the two reached for the top buttons of their shirts—an act that drew gasps, giggles, and wide-eyed stares from the gathering audience.

“They’re really gonna strip!” a delighted young girl in the crowd squealed.

They both hesitated, paralyzed by the eyes fixed on them. That drew a reprimand from the indomitable Mia.

"Don't mind them. Let's focus on getting those uniforms off."

Reluctantly, they obeyed, fumbling at their buttons. It soon became apparent that neither wore an undershirt. Vicky, of course, had on the regulation white bra. After the last button was undone, they both stood motionless, quite hesitant to go any further.

Mia snapped her fingers. "Come on! Off with them!" she demanded.

Within moments, they both stood holding their removed shirts across their chests.

"I'll take those," said Mia, snatching both shirts at once from their grasps.

They both stood shamefaced, arms across their chests. Jimmy reached out with one hand, hopeful of extracting Vicky's blouse from Mia's clutches. Instead, Mia directed her attention elsewhere, looking down at Vicky's saddle shoes.

"What size shoes do you wear?" she asked.

"Eight," Vickie answered softly.

"And you?" Mia asked, looking from Jimmy's black loafers to his burning cheeks.

"Eight," he answered, barely audible.

“Perfect!” Mia declared, loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Let's get those shoes and socks off," she ordered. They both bent down to follow Mia's command.

(I have to veer off here momentarily and tell you about my favorite part of the uniform exchange—and it had nothing to do with Jimmy and Vicky. It was all about Andy and me. While the other two were untying their shoes, I stole one of my numerous glances over at Andy. He was watching the proceedings along with everyone else, and I'm sure he was quite relieved the spotlight wasn’t on him. At that moment, on a whim I decided to inject myself into the scene. I slipped behind the unsuspecting Andy, and before he knew what hit him, I had yanked the bottoms of his swimsuit clean to his ankles in one quick pull. I found his high-pitched squeal very amusing, and just as entertaining were his frantic scrambles to tug them up before anyone saw anything—which he managed to do... I think. A few kids laughed, though it wasn’t clear whether they’d actually seen anything or were just amused by what I had done. One girl whispered, “What happened?” and another giggled, “Didn't you see? That girl just pulled his bottoms all the way down!” Just as enjoyable were his furtive looks around, which told me he wasn’t certain of what they had or hadn’t glimpsed. When his gaze finally met mine, I drank in the sight of his crimson face and the mortified expression. Just delicious.)

Once the two were barefoot, Mia didn’t miss a beat. She pointed first at Jimmy’s trousers, then at Vicky’s skirt.

“Keep going,” she ordered. “Let’s get the rest of those uniforms off.”

They both stiffened. Vicky glanced at the shirts clutched in Mia’s hands and pleaded, “May I... can we... put those on first?”

Mia shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. We’ll worry about that once you’re in your underwear. Come on now. Stop stalling. Strip!”

Much to the delight of the onlookers, Jimmy pushed his trousers down to his ankles and stepped out of them while, at the same time, Vicky reluctantly let her skirt slide down. Gasps and giggles swept through the crowd as Mia swooped in and collected their discarded clothes without hesitation, leaving the pair standing in nothing but their underwear.

Jimmy was wearing briefs, but not the tighty-whities that Andy had been wearing earlier. They were red, which nearly matched the shade of his burning cheeks. Vickie, meanwhile, stood blushing in plain white cotton panties to match her bra, her arms folded across her chest—a picture of mortification.

Jimmy covered his crotch area quickly with his hands, but not before I snuck a glance to see how he measured up down there. In case you're wondering—and I suspect you are—let's just say that Andy has a lot of catching up to do in comparison. Plus, he had more hair on his legs than did Andy. In other words—unlike Andy—he had developed like most thirteen-year-old boys normally would.

As for Vicky, she had a lovely figure, though she didn’t seem at all inclined to flaunt it just then.

I couldn’t help wondering how far Mia was going to push it. Would she make them get naked? Swap underwear? Part of me certainly was hoping so, but ultimately I think she wanted the day to be more about Andy, so she spared them from complete nudity. But she did have something else up her sleeve.

Mia stood quietly with a sly smile as she ogled her two underwear-clad victims. Finally, Jimmy spoke up, desperate for some semblance of coverage.

"Please," he begged. "Can we get dressed now?"

"Of course," Mia replied, lifting Vicky’s blouse as if to hand it to Jimmy. She paused, though, her grin widening as her gaze shifted to Vicky.

"You can put this on, but a proper eighth-grade girl should wear a bra."

Jimmy’s jaw dropped; Vicky’s face went pale, then flushed crimson. And if we’re comparing horrified expressions, Jimmy’s was impressive—but Vicky’s was on an entirely different level.

Mia looked at Vickie and smiled wider. "It'll be okay, sweetie," she cooed. "Just hand me your bra, and I’ll let you use Jimmy’s shirt to cover up."

"Please, may I just... if I put the shirt on first, then take off my—"

“That won’t be necessary,” Mia replied, a bright gleam in her eye.

There was a moment of stalling, a little nervous shuffling, but in the end Vicky gave in, a tremor running through her. "Oh gosh," she whispered to herself, slipping her arms from the straps and fumbling behind her back to unclasp the bra, much to everyone’s entertainment. Mia promptly plucked it from her grasp, simultaneously handing over Jimmy's shirt, which Vicky snatched and frantically threw on as quickly as she could.

All eyes turned to Jimmy, who looked like he could become ill at any moment. Mia, grinning shamelessly, held out the bra to him.

"Here you go, sweet cheeks. Time to cover up those little nipples," she said, much to the joviality of the young audience.

Flustered and resigned to his dismal fate, Jimmy accepted the bra with trembling hands and stared at it like it might bite him. He turned it over once, then again, accomplishing nothing. Watching him struggle, Mia’s eyes twinkled as she came up with an idea.

“Andy,” she said casually, “maybe you can help Jimmy with his bra.”

Andy blushed furiously, clearly less than thrilled at being dragged into the proceedings—and just as clueless as Jimmy about how to put on a bra. Amid giggles and snickers, Andy's fingers trembled as he, after some uncertainty, guided Jimmy’s arms through the straps. Each accidental brush of skin made both of them flinch like they’d been shocked.

When Andy finally managed to fasten the clasp at Jimmy’s back, the intimacy of the gesture sent both boys into an even deeper shade of crimson. It was utterly adorable.

Naturally, Mia—along with the rest of us—took our time savoring Jimmy’s embarrassment before she finally relented, handing back the clothes she’d been holding hostage. Jimmy and Vicky dressed awkwardly and hastily, though of course in each other’s things, which only prolonged the general amusement.

But there were still a few minutes left in the break, and Andy was still stuck in that wonderfully humiliating swimsuit. Mia was finished with Jimmy and Vicky for the moment, which meant Andy was about to become the center of attention all over again. I’ll tell you all about that next time.

[notme222]

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[EverythingOff]

I just joined so I could comment on this story. You are the master, Blondie! Such great storytelling. Interesting that there might be some romantic interest from Mia, too. Not that she isn't all in on the humiliation, but fun to see that she's perhaps a bit curious. I think that's an exciting element. In any case, very nice work, as always.

[Brett]

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