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.
But let's just say that they didn't intervene because they were enjoying the show.