Chapter 14: The Submissive
We left off at the end of recess. As you’ll recall, Andy had managed—barely—to fight Mia off and regain control of his swimsuit bottoms. By then, he wanted nothing to do with us and, very much against Miss Prescott’s instructions, he scurried across the playground alone, head down, before vanishing into the building.
Meanwhile, Jimmy and Vicky, now wearing each other’s clothes, dutifully tagged along behind Mia and me, neither of them brave enough to stray.
“Andy’s asking for trouble,” I said, smiling.
“I know,” Mia replied. “I don’t think Miss Prescott will be pleased.”
Mia bent down and picked up the bunny ears Andy had left behind. They’d been knocked loose during his entertaining wrestling match with her, while he’d fought tooth and nail to haul up his swimsuit—yanked halfway down his legs—and, just as desperately, to keep her from seeing his penis.
I glanced back toward the building, imagining Miss Prescott already taking mental notes, wondering why Andy had arrived alone.
“He really doesn’t want you to see Little Andy, does he?” I giggled.
Mia smirked. “That’ll just make it that much more enjoyable when it finally happens.”
“If it happens,” I teased.
Mia leaned in slightly, her voice quieter. “Oh, it’s going to happen.” She paused, smiling to herself. “It’s not a matter of if—it’s when. It’s only a matter of time.”
Little did I know how prescient that statement would turn out to be—or how quickly her wish would come to fruition.
* * * * * *
When we arrived in the classroom, Miss Prescott and Andy were facing each other at the front of the room. Andy, blushing brightly in his two-piece bathing suit, stood with his head bowed, a picture of submission. Miss Prescott had her hands on her hips, a posture of reprimand.
The stern expression on her face softened into one of bemusement the moment she spotted Jimmy and Vicky in their borrowed attire. “What have we here?” she said with raised eyebrows.
“Oh, they stepped out of line a little bit, so they needed a little discipline,” said Mia with a grin. “I think they’ve learned their lesson—at least for now.”
“Well, for their sake, I hope so,” responded Miss Prescott as they returned to their seats, along with the rest of the students.
Mia and I turned to join them, but Miss Prescott held us back. “Why don’t you two stay up here for now,” she directed. “I might need your help dealing with Mr. Cunningham.”
It was music to our ears. We looked at each other and grinned mischievously.
“As for you, young man,” said Miss Prescott. The stern expression had returned to her face. “Who gave you permission to waltz in here on your own?”
“I... um... they tried to—”
“And why aren’t you wearing your bunny ears?” she interrupted, a mock tone of anger in her voice.
“I–I’m sorry, Miss Prescott,” Andy said, scrambling to placate her. “They came off when we...” He glanced at Mia, who was grinning openly at him, then snapped his eyes back forward. “When Mia tried to... to pull down my... this swimsuit—”
“There you go again,” Miss Prescott cut in sharply, “trying to blame someone else for your indiscretions. Isn’t that exactly how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place? Have you learned nothing from it?”
“Y-yes, I have,” Andy insisted, his anxiety mounting by the second. “Please. I promise.”
“Well, you’re not giving me much reason to believe you,” Miss Prescott replied. Her gaze lifted to Andy’s tighty-whities, which were still hanging there, humorously, on a hook at the top of the blackboard. “I’d like you to change back into your underpanties,” she declared. “I promised you a good spanking, and I’d like you to be wearing just your underpanties while you’re over my lap.”
Mia and I exchanged a grin. Personally, I had mixed feelings at the time. On the one hand, it meant Andy would have to change out of the swimsuit and into his underpants. And if the earlier events were any indication—and I was fairly certain they were—he wouldn’t be doing so in private. And that promised to be highly entertaining.
But I also found my thoughts circling back to his impending spanking. I had this vision—or at least this hope—of Andy stretched naked across Miss Prescott’s lap. A spanking in his underpants would be stimulating enough, sure, but a naked spanking? And Andy’s reaction to it? The thought of him enduring that kind of humiliation had my juices flowing.
At the least, I remember thinking hopefully, she can pull down his undies and expose and spank his bare bum.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. At that moment, Andy was faced with the now-familiar plight of potentially stripping down in front of a captivated audience. Watching him hesitate, knowing what exposure might be demanded of him next, sent a delicious thrill through me as I waited for the scene to unfold.
And it played out in a manner that was far more delicious than I could have hoped—most of all for Mia, who would make the most of her extraordinary opportunity.
* * * * * *
Andy followed the teacher’s gaze and visibly flinched when it landed on his underpants—no doubt imagining the humiliation of having to change into them under our prying eyes.
“I... c-can I—” he stammered, then tried again. “Can I please go out in the hallway to change?”
“Oh, for crying out loud, this again?” responded Miss Prescott, feigning exasperation. “No, you may not. Your behavior has been shameful. Thus, you’re going to be shamed.”
Andy fidgeted anxiously, panicking over the prospect of what awaited him. “M-may I... would you at least hold the towel up while I... while I change?”
“I’m not going to do anything for you. I’m going to stand by my desk and watch.”
Like the pervert you are!
She studied him for a moment, as though reconsidering, then tilted her head. “I’ll tell you what. If you cooperate, I’ll let Andrea hold the towel up for you.”
My eyes lit up, while Andy’s jaw dropped. He started to protest, then stopped himself, probably realizing that resistance would only make things worse. Perhaps he took some small comfort in the fact that I had already seen him naked.
But then he glanced at Mia, and a horrified expression crossed his face. Mia had not seen him naked, and Andy had given every indication so far that Mia seeing him naked was possibly the worst fate he could imagine.
“But... but...c-can M-Mia go back—” Andy pleaded desperately. “Please. Can she please go back to her seat?”
“I don’t think so. I have special plans for Mia,” said Miss Prescott with a twinkle in her eye. She paused, while Mia and I waited breathlessly for her to continue. When she did, it was a stunner.
“Since you’ve been acting like a little boy, Mia is going to help you change clothes, just like one might do for a little boy.”
The uproar from our classmates nearly drowned out Mia’s gleeful squeal.
Miss Prescott waited for the noise to subside, then reached into her desk drawer and produced the bath towel—the very same one she’d used earlier, back when I’d been granted the pleasure of seeing Andy naked. Now, it seemed, it would be Mia’s turn.
“Andrea,” she said, extending the towel toward me, “would you mind holding this up for Andrew? I get the distinct impression that he’d rather not have his classmates see him while he’s being undressed.”
“My pleasure!” I said as I merrily accepted the towel.
“Mia, I’ll have you come over here and stand next to Andrew,” Miss Prescott said, as though she was directing a play.
Mia reached his side in a heartbeat, grinning freely—in sharp contrast to Andy, who looked as though he might actually be sick.
“Andrea, if you’ll hold up the towel,” Miss Prescott said, “and Mia, you are in charge of getting Andrew prepared for his spanking. When you’re finished with him, he will be in his underpants. I’ll leave it to you. You have my unconditional authority; I have complete confidence in you.”
And knowing Mia like I know Mia, I’m sure that confidence is fully justified.
“Andrew,” Miss Prescott continued, “you will not interfere. You are to obey Miss Collins. You are her submissive. You will give her full freedom to remove your bathing suit and dress you in your little underpanties, like a little boy.”
With that, Miss Prescott stepped aside, looking as eager as I was to watch the scene unveil (pun intended).
I was thrilled to have what was in effect a front row seat and an unobstructed view (you didn’t think I’d hold the towel above my eyes, did you?) for what promised to be a stimulating display. I doubt I could have been any more excited even if Miss Prescott handed the task of undressing Andy to me instead of Mia. True, I’d already had that particular pleasure, but this was different. I was excited for Mia, fully aware of how badly she’d wanted this moment. And knowing her as I did, I had every reason to expect she’d turn it into a thoroughly entertaining spectacle.
She did not disappoint.
* * * * * *
As Mia approached, Andy’s dread was unmistakable. He shifted restlessly from foot to foot, and his chest was heaving with quick, uneven breaths.
Mia may well have been breathing just as fast—but if so, it was driven not by fear, but by a delicious anticipation of what she was about to do.
It became apparent almost immediately that she had no intention of rushing things. On the contrary, Mia appeared intent on stretching the moment out, savoring every second of it.
Without a word, she took the bunny ears that she had been holding and placed them back on Andy’s head. She took a few moments to straighten the ears until she had them just so. Then she stepped back, met Andy’s eyes and smiled impishly as his blush deepened.
She stepped forward, took Andy’s hands in hers, looked up at him and said, “Are you ready, little boy?”
Andy had no response; he may have been breathing too fast to be able to speak.
Mia released his hands and stepped back once more, slowly exploring him from head to toe. “Since you are my submissive, I’d like you in the submissive position, please.”
Andy took a deep breath and obeyed, straightening his posture and crossing his fingers behind his head. Mia smiled with approval.
“I love your cute, little-boy underarms,” she said, while regarding Andy’s hairless armpits. After a pause, she said, “Although, in your pretty little swimsuit, they’re more like little girly underarms. Adorable.”
As Mia continued to stare, Andy squirmed delectably.
“Now,” she mused, “where shall we begin?”
She didn’t wait for the answer she knew wouldn’t come. Instead, she dropped to one knee, lifted Andy’s ankle, and casually slipped the pink ballet slipper from his foot. She repeated the process on the other side, unhurried, leaving him barefoot—and one step closer to his impending nakedness.
Carrying the slippers, she strolled over to the desk and set them beside Miss Prescott, who leaned there with folded arms, watching every moment with open amusement.
Moving back in front of Andy, she paused and looked him up and down once again. Her hand curled around her chin, her index finger over her lips as though she was deep in thought. The tension felt almost tangible.
Andy stood rigid in the submissive position, his eyes fixed somewhere just past Mia, unable to meet her gaze. His jaw was clenched tight, his breathing uneven. I could practically see his thoughts racing, anticipating the humiliation he knew was inevitable. He was entirely at her mercy, and Mia reveled in that knowledge, taking her time, clearly enjoying herself. Every second she lingered had to make it even more unbearable for Andy, and I found the spectacle utterly captivating.
Eventually, Mia decided it was time to proceed. She placed both hands on Andy’s hips, eliciting a flinch he probably wished hadn’t been so obvious. She left her hands there, unhurried, before tilting her head up to look at him. He continued looking off in the distance.
“Look at me, Andy,” Mia said.
Reluctantly, Andy met her gaze. He looked like a frightened puppy.
“Oh, Andy,” she said. “You look so nervous. It’s adorable.” She let that sit for a moment, watching his reaction.
“I need to strip you naked before I dress you in your underpanties,” she continued. “Shall I start with your pretty top or your cute little bottoms?”
It was a rhetorical question, because she was going to start wherever the hell she wanted to start. In any case, there was no response. Andy opened his mouth as if he might answer, but no sound came. Mia only smiled.
Instead of choosing either, she reached up and gently removed the bunny ears from his head.
“We won’t be needing these,” she said, before strolling over and laying them on the desk. She paused just long enough to exchange a smile with Miss Prescott before turning back. “This will be even better,” she added. “You’ll be completely naked for me pretty soon—not even bunny ears.”
She snuggled up closer to the ill-fated Andy as her hands returned to his waist with a light, possessive touch. Slowly—agonizingly slowly—she slid her fingers upward along his sides with a feather-light touch, causing Andy to shiver noticeably (and delightfully, from my perspective).
Mia took hold of the bottom hem of the top and started lifting it up.
“Let’s get those pretty arms up in the air,” she directed.
Andy raised them, but not all the way. His elbows were bent, his shoulders drawing inward.
“Nice and high,” said Mia. “Straight up.”
Andy did so, and Mia lifted the top slowly—inch my inch, over his chest, over his shoulders and head, until it finally slid free of his hands and arms.
And then she stopped. She didn’t move away. She simply stood there in front of him, grinning at him while holding the discarded top, watching him stand exposed and rigid, arms still raised.
After a few beats, Mia said softly, “That’s a good little boy. You can put your arms down now. Submissive position, please.”
Andy assumed the position. Mia smiled at his subservience, then strolled over to the desk and set the top down.
After she stepped away, I had a delicious moment when Andy and I made brief eye contact. (Of course, I was holding the towel below my chin so I could witness every wonderful moment.) He averted his eyes immediately, but he certainly noticed I was smiling at him. The understanding that passed between us was unmistakable: I was enjoying this, thoroughly, and he knew it. Indeed, his face immediately turned redder, and I savored the effect of that single glance.
When Mia walked back—sporting a grin and a thumbs-up for our classmates along the way—she slipped in behind Andy, and before he could collect himself, her fingers were already teasing him again. She stood directly behind him, much to my pleasure, as I had an unobstructed view of Andy’s torment. He squirmed and twisted under Mia’s deft touch while she used both hands to run her fingers softly across his arms, lingering at his shoulders before drifting across his newly bared chest. She took her time there, spending a moment or two toying with his nipples before leisurely drawing her fingers down along his sides, where they came to rest at the top edge of the swimsuit bottoms.
Andy flinched when her hands delved into the back of the swimsuit, and Mia spent the next minute or so feeling up his bottom inside the swimsuit, much to Andy’s restlessness. I looked closely at his crotch, wondering if there would be any "activity." I thought I might have detected some slight movement, but I suspect his anxiousness over his impending nudity impeded Little Andy's capability of getting fully excited.
When both of her hands moved forward, Andy stiffened, and I was sure—as was he, I reckon—she was going to continue exploring, that she was about to take things further simply because she could. But instead, she stopped when she reached his upper thighs. I could see the fingers of both hands sticking out at the bottom, where they gently tickled his skin.
I asked her about that later, and she said that she had fully intended on fondling Andy’s little goodies, but changed her mind at the last moment. She decided that she wanted her introduction to Andy’s privates to be a visual experience. She added that she still didn’t know if Andy had grown any hair down there—though she suspected he hadn’t—and she was looking forward to that discovery during the unveiling.
Oh, and she also said that she figured, with everything we had over on Andy, that she would have plenty of opportunities to play with Little Andy at a later time.
So Mia withdrew her hands from the confines of Andy’s swimsuit and stepped around to face him once more. He was looking downward, focusing on a spot on the floor a few feet in front of him.
“Look at me, Andy,” Mia said. “I want you to look at me from now on while we interact.”
Interaction was almost certainly not high on Andy’s list of desired activities, but defiance wasn’t really an option. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to hers. The misery on his face was unmistakable.
“Are you ready to be naked, my submissive one?” asked Mia.
Andy didn’t respond. Putting myself in his place (thank goodness I wasn’t!), I couldn’t imagine how anyone would answer that. But Mia wasn't going let up.
“Answer me, Andy. I want dialogue. This isn’t going to be a one-way conversation."
“N-no,” Andy muttered, barely audible.
“No, what?” persisted Mia.
“No... I—don’t want to be naked.”
Andy squirmed, and I’m sure the giggling from our classmates behind me added to his anxiety.
“I’m sure that’s true,” Mia said pleasantly. “I know I wouldn’t want to be naked either.” She tilted her head. “Can you tell me why you don’t want to be naked?”
Andy went silent again. Of course, Mia was well aware of the absurdity of the question. But that wasn’t going to slow her down. She turned slightly toward me.
“Andrea,” she said, “would you mind lowering the towel just a little? Maybe that will help Andy find his words.”
“No!” shouted Andy, but I lowered the towel about a foot or so. His upper torso was now plainly visible to his classmates.
“Are you going to talk to me, Andy?” Mia pressed.
“Yes—yes! Please... don’t...no lower!”
Mia smiled. “Of course. We can leave it exactly where it is. That will be entirely up to you. Now, tell me—why don't you want to be naked?”
Andy hesitated, then finally forced the words out. “Um... um...because… it’s embarrassing,” said Andy—an observation his rapidly reddening face thoroughly confirmed.
Mia smiled wider. “Embarrassing how?” she asked.
“I—I don’t know,” he said weakly.
Mia pressed on. “You do know. You chose the word.” She inched a little closer to her prey. “So tell me what you mean.”
Andy shifted again, his discomfort plainly visible. “It’s just... you’ll see me,” he said, blushing brightly.
“And?” prompted Mia, clearly enjoying the exchange.
“And I’m... I’ll be na—with nothing on,” he added.
The conversation seemed to be going in circles, but nobody in the room other than Andy seemed to mind.
“Yes, you’ll be naked,” said Mia. “We’ve ascertained that, and you said it would be embarrassing. Why will you be embarrassed to be naked?”
Andy hesitated, at a loss for how to respond.
“Use your words,” Mia said. “Do we need to lower the towel again?”
“No! I’ll... um... I’ll be... exposed.” Andy’s face flushed deeper.
Mia smiled. She took another small step closer—not touching him, just narrowing the space. She glanced down at the swimsuit bottoms, then re-established eye contact.
“So it’s not just that you’ll be naked,” she continued. “It’s that you’ll be exposing something, right?”
Andy nodded miserably.
“Tell me, what is it that you’ll be exposing that will make you so embarrassed.”
“I... please, Mia... don’t... you know.”
“I do,” said Mia, her eyes sparkling. “But I want to hear you say it.”
Andy squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, then opened them again. He took a deep, uneven breath before speaking.
“My pe—” He stopped himself. He knew what Mia wanted him to say, and he knew she wouldn’t ease up until he said it. “Little... Little Andy,” he said, eliciting effusive giggling from behind me, and a boisterous response from Mia.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Little Andy! I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever to see it!” she said. “And now it’s going to happen. Isn’t that amazing, Andy?”
This time, she did not require a response. Instead, she gave him strict instructions.
“Yes, soon, my dear Andy, I’m going to pull down your little swimsuit bottoms. When I do, I know your first instinct will be to drop your hands and try to cover up Little Andy, because I know you really don’t want me to see it. Is that true?”
Andy nodded and looked down.
“Look at me, Andy.” He did so, and Mia continued. “That will not be allowed. You will remain in the submissive position so I can get a nice, unobstructed view. Do you understand?”
Andy nodded forlornly again, but maintained eye contact with his antagonist.
“Good boy,” said Mia. “Because if you don’t—” She paused and addressed me. “If he tries to cover up, Andrea, what will you do?”
“I’ll drop the towel,” I said with a smile and without hesitation.
“She’ll drop the towel,” said Mia to Andy. “You don’t want her to drop the towel, do you, Andy?”
Andy shook his head demonstrably.
“And why don’t you want her to drop the towel?”
Andy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Words,” said Mia.
“I... because... they’ll all see me.”
“They’ll all see you while you’re...?” Mia held out her open palm in encouragement.
“Naked,” said Andy, eliciting more giggles.
“Yes! Naked! Isn’t this exciting? Pretty soon you’re going to be naked, and totally exposed. Little Andy will be out there in the open, and I’ll be staring at it. Can’t you just die?”
When she said that, my first thought was that yes, if that was an option he would probably consider it over what was about to transpire.
“And your sister and Miss Prescott will get to see you all naked again.” She took a quick glance at both of us and smiled. “I think they are both looking forward to that.”
Mia paused, momentarily appearing deep in thought.
“How shall we go about this, Andy?” she mused.
She dropped to one knee and took hold of the bottom hem of the swimsuit. Andy was visibly shaking now. Mia looked up at him and said, “I suppose I could tease you and lower these reeeal slowly and draw out the suspense. That would be entertaining, and quite stimulating."
She let the possibility hang there.
“Or,” she continued. “I could simply do this.”
Without warning, she pulled the swimsuit down to Andy’s ankles in one smooth, continuous motion.
Andy’s whole body stiffened as he let out a high-pitched yelp. After that, it was bizarrely quiet, considering what just took place. The students—though Andy’s squeal of surprise may have given them an inkling—were yet unaware that he had been laid bare.
For my part, I was completely caught off guard. For a moment I was simply stupefied, staring in open-mouthed wonder. Then comprehension set in, and my expression broke into a shit-eating grin as I watched Andy’s face turn crimson, the color spreading to his neck and chest as the reality of it fully hit him.
The silence finally broke when Mia—still on one knee, looking unabashedly at what she had just exposed—began to giggle.
It was infectious, and a second later, I was giggling too.
To the sound of two giggling girls, Mia expeditiously slipped the swimsuit the rest of the way off Andy’s feet and sauntered over to the desk. Before setting it down, she lifted the garment, dangling it high for the class to see, and delightedly declared, “Andy’s naked!”
The roar from the crowd reverberated throughout the room. For Andy, it must have been deafening.
