Confessions of the Naked Kind
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Confessions of the Naked Kind
BY Hooked6
Copyright December 2008 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
Confessions of the Naked Kind - Part 1(Forced public nudity, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Reluctant humiliation, Spanking, Blackmail, High School)
BY: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
“STOP IT!” I squealed excitedly as I squirmed on the floor of a trendy teen apparel store as several girls laughed wildly as they desperately tried to strip me of my clothing. I was scared out of my wits but I couldn’t help giggling out-loud as one of the girls tickled me unmercifully as another lifted my shirt over my head exposing my bra and trapping my arms inside preventing me from defending myself. My eyes pleaded with several on-lookers for help, hoping against hope that one of them would come to my aid but they stood idly by silently watching my distress – each with the same amused expression on their face. I couldn’t blame them. After all, if I were in their shoes watching some girl being playfully stripped in public against her will I’d probably watch too! It’s like happening upon a bad car accident. It’s a terrible thing to be sure but people still want to look!
One girl forcibly held the shins of my legs using the full weight of her body to keep me from kicking my assailants. First my right shoe was tugged off the sole of my foot followed immediately by my left. The girl at my feet then playfully tossed my shoes over her shoulder and into the crowd of gawkers. A small but noticeable cheer arose as each shoe disappeared and then each sock. As the full weight of what was about to happen entered into my thoughts my heart began beating erratically. I was about to be stripped naked in front people my own age in the middle of a store in the most popular mall in the city and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it! I knew for sure that was the intent when I felt the snap of my jeans tugged open and my zipper being playfully lowered so that my pink panties came into view. “NO” I cried through my ridiculous yet nervous giggling as my belly was subjected to unrelenting tickles. With all my chuckling I’m sure it was hard for anyone to think that I was really protesting at all. But I WAS protesting – at least I think I was. Everyone was laughing – even the bystanders. No wonder no one took my cries for help seriously.
* * * * *
I guess you all are wondering how in the world I got into this mess in the first place. Well, that’s a rather long and somewhat embarrassing story to tell. But they say that confession is good for the soul so I might as well start at the beginning and see how far I can get before I lose my nerve at revealing my most intimate and personal secrets to the whole world via the Internet.
My name is Amber. I attend high school in a good-sized city not of my choosing. I spent most of my childhood in small towns, frequently moving here and there as my dad was transferred about due to his work. As a result I never made friends very easily and developed a rather shy and somewhat backward personality. Having never lived in one place long enough to develop good friendships, I pretty much kept to myself consequently missing out on the worldly education most other girls had – especially in matters pertaining to sex. That is until I entered my junior year in High School. For the first time I found myself in awe over the excitement of the city. I seemed to want more out of life and I desperately wanted to fit in. It was slow going at first until I met three girls at my school, Tracey, Beth and Lisa. These three for some reason seemed willing to take me under their wing. We met for lunch every day at school and we seemed to share many classes together.
Talking with them for any amount of time, however, seemed strained for the first couple of months as I seemed to lack any skill in the fine art of conversation. I tended to be doing all the listening while they did all the talking. Slowly but surely, though, I began cautiously coming out of my shell. My self-esteem was still on shaky ground but I was aware that I was taking steps to become a little more confident about myself as a person.
Then one day Beth invited me over to her house for a sleepover. As weird as this might sound, I had never been to one and I was pretty excited about it. It was just going to be the four of us girls. Beth planned on eating pizza, watching some romantic comedies that she was going to rent and then spending the rest of the night engaged in the usual girl-talk – which normally centered around her favorite subject – boys!
After eating our dinner, Beth suggested we retire to her room to watch the videos she selected. We no sooner had entered her room when I got the shock of my sheltered life! Beth immediately pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto her bed. She then reached around and began unhooking her bra and soon it too was unceremoniously tossed on the floor leaving her topless. She was actually undressing right in front of us and she seemed so at ease about it all. Boy, was she endowed too – much more so than I thought. No wonder she is so popular and so self-confident. I must have been standing there with my mouth wide open as she looked right at me, scrunched up her eyebrows and asked, “What? You have never seen a girl’s boobs before?” Truth was, in fact, I hadn’t – at least not naked ones anyway of anybody I knew in real life.
I cleared my throat and tried desperately to think of some snappy reply so as not to appear stupid. As I looked away, I guess so as to preserve her modesty I saw the other girls were all doing the same thing. Tracey was standing in just her panties and Lisa was already completely naked pulling her nightgown over her head.
“What’s with you, Amber? You look like you’re going to be sick or something. Did the pizza not agree with you?” Beth asked looking at me for a second as though she was concerned then cracked a mischievous smile. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re MODEST or something.” All the girls laughed at her remark and I began growing very uncomfortable.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” I quipped. “I, um, well I just didn’t think we would be going to bed so early, that’s all.”
“I see.” Beth replied seeming a bit relieved. “For a minute there . . .” she remarked, her voice obviously trailing off as if in thought. “Well, never mind,” she said finally as if she felt the need to explain things to the newcomer. “We aren’t going to bed now. We usually just get comfortable before we watch the videos. Go ahead and get into your night attire while I pick out what to watch first.” She began rummaging through the bag of movies she had rented as the other girls just stood watching me.
I was never so self-conscious in all my life. I wanted to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to change in private but I was certain if I did that I’d never hear the end of it. I knew what I had to do and trying to act brave I picked up my duffle bag and pulled out my nightshirt – which was really just an oversized T-shirt that came down to mid-thigh. Taking off my blouse as Tracey and Lisa watched was unnerving to say the least but I did my best not to let on. In a flash I had my blouse off and the T-shirt over my head. I’m guessing they only saw my bra for a second or so. There was no way I wanted them to know that I wore a padded bra either. You see my boobs barely qualify as an “A” cup. In fact, they’re really not much more than two pooches with rather prominent nipples. I had managed to keep my little secret of shame hidden through the years by finding a rather well-designed padded bra that at least made me seem somewhat respectable up top once dressed. I then dropped my jeans and stepped into the comfortable sweatpants that I always wore to bed each night. Tracey and Lisa both had awkward grins on their faces but they didn’t say anything. Satisfied that I had managed to get through that little ordeal I began putting my street clothes into my bag.
Beth looked up after selecting her DVD and began chuckling. “What’s this?” she said playfully tugging on my sweatpants. You’re dressing like you are expecting a blizzard or something!”
“What?” I snapped back. ‘This is comfortable. Don’t knock it until you try it.”
Beth looked me over for a moment and then said skeptically, “Suit yourself, as long as you’re comfortable. But, you don’t REALLY wear that to bed every night, do you?”
I looked at the other girls all dressed in sexy under-things and felt really out of place. Lisa’s gown was sheer and lacy showing not only her ample cleavage but her nightie hinted at her lack of any sort of pubic hair. Tracey’s nipples were easily seen beneath the fabric of her teddy and her French-cut panties highlighted the curves of her pelvis remarkably well. And Beth, well let’s just say she’d get arrested for sure if she ever went out in public wearing just her outfit!
“Heck no!” I said finally answering Beth’s original question. “I have better stuff to wear I just didn’t know what to bring so I thought I’d play it safe, you know how it is. I didn’t want to make a bad first impression on my first sleepover.” My answer seemed to satisfy them though I sensed Tracey and Lisa weren’t really all that convinced.
We watched three tear-jerker videos that left us all longing for that perfect Romeo to charge up the castle walls and take us off into the sunset to live happily ever after. Well, at least that’s how I felt. Never having had a real boyfriend, my so-called love life consisted mainly of Hollywood fantasies that I hoped one day would happen to me.
The girls all started talking about boys – who they liked at school and who they hoped liked them. The conversation finally turned to speculating as to how “big” Freddie Johnston was “down there.” Tracey thought that though he was very athletic-looking he was probably quite small – she guessed only 4 inches max.
“What do you think Amb? How big do you think he is?” Tracey asked me.
I immediately blushed. I couldn’t believe they were talking so blatantly about a guy’s anatomy. Why the very question conjured up an image in my mind of what Freddie’s penis might look like and I got very moist between my legs. I had no idea how big a normal boy’s penis was supposed to be. “Um, well I guess about 10 inches I’d say.” I knew that was a mistake the moment I said it.
The girls all looked at me like I was from another planet or something then they all busted out laughing hilariously. “TEN INCHES?!” Lisa shouted out. “Boys don’t get THAT big.” She said barely getting the words out through her laughter.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “They don’t?”
My comment stopped them in their tracks.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a boy’s package before,” Beth said snidely. The other girls all laughed mockingly and I began to feel very sorry for myself. How could I have been so stupid?
“Oh, she was just putting us on,” Lisa finally said coming to my rescue. “From the look Freddie’s muscles, I’d say he’s probably well hung too. Besides, what girl doesn’t want to see a ten-inch cock?”
Everyone laughed as I added, “I wouldn’t – not if it was coming right at me!!!” My comment seemed to fit right in and drew attention away from my naiveté. Of course, the conversation sank deeper and deeper into the gutter after that and I got quite an education – or least I learned several new words that I was determined to look up the meanings of later.
After a while I think the girls sensed that their crude comments were having an effect on me – not only making me blush, but physically as well. I was ever so glad that I was wearing my sweatpants! Otherwise, they’d know just how worked up I really was! Truthfully though, I never laughed so hard in all my life. What fun I was having!
All of a sudden Beth threw a pillow at Lisa who immediately retaliated by tossing the pillow at me. Not wanting to be left out of the action I immediately started throwing not only pillows but anything else I could get my hands on at everyone who happened to be in the way. I was laughing and carrying on but before I realized it I heard Beth say, “Get her, girls!”
The three of them chased me around the room finally pouncing on me as I tried to crawl over the bed to get to away from them. Lisa grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head and as I struggled to get away, I ended up on my stomach. Tracey then flopped on top of my back to keep me in that position. It was all fun and games until I felt the tug on my sweatpants. Beth said menacingly, “Well, she certainly won’t need THESE anymore. It’s too hot in here anyway.” With that she began tugging at them in earnest and I felt them slowly sliding down my hips! I put the full weight of my pelvis onto the bed trying to hold them in place.
“DON’T YOU DARE!” I exclaimed still laughing and doing my best to get free from my captors. Just then Tracey, who was still sprawled over my back, began tickling me. I wiggled away from her fingers and boy was that a mistake. In one final tug as I rolled away from Tracey my sweatpants were down around my ankles and then tossed on the floor on the other side of the room.
“Oh how boring; plain old white cotton panties!” Beth said mockingly. I was embarrassed at her comment.
The girls all laughed and Lisa then seized the moment and yanked my T-shirt over my head. I screamed the shrillest sound I had ever made. I somehow managed to free one arm as Lisa began waving my T-shirt around as some kind of trophy. I desperately wanted my shirt back. I must have gotten carried away because the next thing I remember was socking Lisa right in the mouth (accidentally of course) as I frantically struggled to reach the shirt with my free hand while still trapped on my belly under Tracey’s weight. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident and I felt kind of bad about it.
The other girls were still laughing as Beth said, “Tie her down! Can’t have her giving us all black eyes, can we?”
All this was done playfully of course but before I knew it my arms were tied to the headboard with a pair of Beth’s pantyhose and the same was being done to my feet. I was thinking about how silly I must look lying face down, tied up with my hands above my head. The girls all got off the bed and stood around admiring their handiwork. “UNCLE,” I screamed, “You win, I give up!” I was still laughing and half out of breath when I felt someone pinch the back of my bra and the clasp opening up exposing my bare back. I giggled nervously wondering how far this would go.
I stopped laughing though when I heard the bedroom door open up and a male voice ask, “What’s going on?”
The room got deathly silent!
BY Hooked6
Copyright December 2008 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
Confessions of the Naked Kind - Part 1(Forced public nudity, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Reluctant humiliation, Spanking, Blackmail, High School)
BY: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
“STOP IT!” I squealed excitedly as I squirmed on the floor of a trendy teen apparel store as several girls laughed wildly as they desperately tried to strip me of my clothing. I was scared out of my wits but I couldn’t help giggling out-loud as one of the girls tickled me unmercifully as another lifted my shirt over my head exposing my bra and trapping my arms inside preventing me from defending myself. My eyes pleaded with several on-lookers for help, hoping against hope that one of them would come to my aid but they stood idly by silently watching my distress – each with the same amused expression on their face. I couldn’t blame them. After all, if I were in their shoes watching some girl being playfully stripped in public against her will I’d probably watch too! It’s like happening upon a bad car accident. It’s a terrible thing to be sure but people still want to look!
One girl forcibly held the shins of my legs using the full weight of her body to keep me from kicking my assailants. First my right shoe was tugged off the sole of my foot followed immediately by my left. The girl at my feet then playfully tossed my shoes over her shoulder and into the crowd of gawkers. A small but noticeable cheer arose as each shoe disappeared and then each sock. As the full weight of what was about to happen entered into my thoughts my heart began beating erratically. I was about to be stripped naked in front people my own age in the middle of a store in the most popular mall in the city and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it! I knew for sure that was the intent when I felt the snap of my jeans tugged open and my zipper being playfully lowered so that my pink panties came into view. “NO” I cried through my ridiculous yet nervous giggling as my belly was subjected to unrelenting tickles. With all my chuckling I’m sure it was hard for anyone to think that I was really protesting at all. But I WAS protesting – at least I think I was. Everyone was laughing – even the bystanders. No wonder no one took my cries for help seriously.
* * * * *
I guess you all are wondering how in the world I got into this mess in the first place. Well, that’s a rather long and somewhat embarrassing story to tell. But they say that confession is good for the soul so I might as well start at the beginning and see how far I can get before I lose my nerve at revealing my most intimate and personal secrets to the whole world via the Internet.
My name is Amber. I attend high school in a good-sized city not of my choosing. I spent most of my childhood in small towns, frequently moving here and there as my dad was transferred about due to his work. As a result I never made friends very easily and developed a rather shy and somewhat backward personality. Having never lived in one place long enough to develop good friendships, I pretty much kept to myself consequently missing out on the worldly education most other girls had – especially in matters pertaining to sex. That is until I entered my junior year in High School. For the first time I found myself in awe over the excitement of the city. I seemed to want more out of life and I desperately wanted to fit in. It was slow going at first until I met three girls at my school, Tracey, Beth and Lisa. These three for some reason seemed willing to take me under their wing. We met for lunch every day at school and we seemed to share many classes together.
Talking with them for any amount of time, however, seemed strained for the first couple of months as I seemed to lack any skill in the fine art of conversation. I tended to be doing all the listening while they did all the talking. Slowly but surely, though, I began cautiously coming out of my shell. My self-esteem was still on shaky ground but I was aware that I was taking steps to become a little more confident about myself as a person.
Then one day Beth invited me over to her house for a sleepover. As weird as this might sound, I had never been to one and I was pretty excited about it. It was just going to be the four of us girls. Beth planned on eating pizza, watching some romantic comedies that she was going to rent and then spending the rest of the night engaged in the usual girl-talk – which normally centered around her favorite subject – boys!
After eating our dinner, Beth suggested we retire to her room to watch the videos she selected. We no sooner had entered her room when I got the shock of my sheltered life! Beth immediately pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto her bed. She then reached around and began unhooking her bra and soon it too was unceremoniously tossed on the floor leaving her topless. She was actually undressing right in front of us and she seemed so at ease about it all. Boy, was she endowed too – much more so than I thought. No wonder she is so popular and so self-confident. I must have been standing there with my mouth wide open as she looked right at me, scrunched up her eyebrows and asked, “What? You have never seen a girl’s boobs before?” Truth was, in fact, I hadn’t – at least not naked ones anyway of anybody I knew in real life.
I cleared my throat and tried desperately to think of some snappy reply so as not to appear stupid. As I looked away, I guess so as to preserve her modesty I saw the other girls were all doing the same thing. Tracey was standing in just her panties and Lisa was already completely naked pulling her nightgown over her head.
“What’s with you, Amber? You look like you’re going to be sick or something. Did the pizza not agree with you?” Beth asked looking at me for a second as though she was concerned then cracked a mischievous smile. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re MODEST or something.” All the girls laughed at her remark and I began growing very uncomfortable.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” I quipped. “I, um, well I just didn’t think we would be going to bed so early, that’s all.”
“I see.” Beth replied seeming a bit relieved. “For a minute there . . .” she remarked, her voice obviously trailing off as if in thought. “Well, never mind,” she said finally as if she felt the need to explain things to the newcomer. “We aren’t going to bed now. We usually just get comfortable before we watch the videos. Go ahead and get into your night attire while I pick out what to watch first.” She began rummaging through the bag of movies she had rented as the other girls just stood watching me.
I was never so self-conscious in all my life. I wanted to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to change in private but I was certain if I did that I’d never hear the end of it. I knew what I had to do and trying to act brave I picked up my duffle bag and pulled out my nightshirt – which was really just an oversized T-shirt that came down to mid-thigh. Taking off my blouse as Tracey and Lisa watched was unnerving to say the least but I did my best not to let on. In a flash I had my blouse off and the T-shirt over my head. I’m guessing they only saw my bra for a second or so. There was no way I wanted them to know that I wore a padded bra either. You see my boobs barely qualify as an “A” cup. In fact, they’re really not much more than two pooches with rather prominent nipples. I had managed to keep my little secret of shame hidden through the years by finding a rather well-designed padded bra that at least made me seem somewhat respectable up top once dressed. I then dropped my jeans and stepped into the comfortable sweatpants that I always wore to bed each night. Tracey and Lisa both had awkward grins on their faces but they didn’t say anything. Satisfied that I had managed to get through that little ordeal I began putting my street clothes into my bag.
Beth looked up after selecting her DVD and began chuckling. “What’s this?” she said playfully tugging on my sweatpants. You’re dressing like you are expecting a blizzard or something!”
“What?” I snapped back. ‘This is comfortable. Don’t knock it until you try it.”
Beth looked me over for a moment and then said skeptically, “Suit yourself, as long as you’re comfortable. But, you don’t REALLY wear that to bed every night, do you?”
I looked at the other girls all dressed in sexy under-things and felt really out of place. Lisa’s gown was sheer and lacy showing not only her ample cleavage but her nightie hinted at her lack of any sort of pubic hair. Tracey’s nipples were easily seen beneath the fabric of her teddy and her French-cut panties highlighted the curves of her pelvis remarkably well. And Beth, well let’s just say she’d get arrested for sure if she ever went out in public wearing just her outfit!
“Heck no!” I said finally answering Beth’s original question. “I have better stuff to wear I just didn’t know what to bring so I thought I’d play it safe, you know how it is. I didn’t want to make a bad first impression on my first sleepover.” My answer seemed to satisfy them though I sensed Tracey and Lisa weren’t really all that convinced.
We watched three tear-jerker videos that left us all longing for that perfect Romeo to charge up the castle walls and take us off into the sunset to live happily ever after. Well, at least that’s how I felt. Never having had a real boyfriend, my so-called love life consisted mainly of Hollywood fantasies that I hoped one day would happen to me.
The girls all started talking about boys – who they liked at school and who they hoped liked them. The conversation finally turned to speculating as to how “big” Freddie Johnston was “down there.” Tracey thought that though he was very athletic-looking he was probably quite small – she guessed only 4 inches max.
“What do you think Amb? How big do you think he is?” Tracey asked me.
I immediately blushed. I couldn’t believe they were talking so blatantly about a guy’s anatomy. Why the very question conjured up an image in my mind of what Freddie’s penis might look like and I got very moist between my legs. I had no idea how big a normal boy’s penis was supposed to be. “Um, well I guess about 10 inches I’d say.” I knew that was a mistake the moment I said it.
The girls all looked at me like I was from another planet or something then they all busted out laughing hilariously. “TEN INCHES?!” Lisa shouted out. “Boys don’t get THAT big.” She said barely getting the words out through her laughter.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “They don’t?”
My comment stopped them in their tracks.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a boy’s package before,” Beth said snidely. The other girls all laughed mockingly and I began to feel very sorry for myself. How could I have been so stupid?
“Oh, she was just putting us on,” Lisa finally said coming to my rescue. “From the look Freddie’s muscles, I’d say he’s probably well hung too. Besides, what girl doesn’t want to see a ten-inch cock?”
Everyone laughed as I added, “I wouldn’t – not if it was coming right at me!!!” My comment seemed to fit right in and drew attention away from my naiveté. Of course, the conversation sank deeper and deeper into the gutter after that and I got quite an education – or least I learned several new words that I was determined to look up the meanings of later.
After a while I think the girls sensed that their crude comments were having an effect on me – not only making me blush, but physically as well. I was ever so glad that I was wearing my sweatpants! Otherwise, they’d know just how worked up I really was! Truthfully though, I never laughed so hard in all my life. What fun I was having!
All of a sudden Beth threw a pillow at Lisa who immediately retaliated by tossing the pillow at me. Not wanting to be left out of the action I immediately started throwing not only pillows but anything else I could get my hands on at everyone who happened to be in the way. I was laughing and carrying on but before I realized it I heard Beth say, “Get her, girls!”
The three of them chased me around the room finally pouncing on me as I tried to crawl over the bed to get to away from them. Lisa grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head and as I struggled to get away, I ended up on my stomach. Tracey then flopped on top of my back to keep me in that position. It was all fun and games until I felt the tug on my sweatpants. Beth said menacingly, “Well, she certainly won’t need THESE anymore. It’s too hot in here anyway.” With that she began tugging at them in earnest and I felt them slowly sliding down my hips! I put the full weight of my pelvis onto the bed trying to hold them in place.
“DON’T YOU DARE!” I exclaimed still laughing and doing my best to get free from my captors. Just then Tracey, who was still sprawled over my back, began tickling me. I wiggled away from her fingers and boy was that a mistake. In one final tug as I rolled away from Tracey my sweatpants were down around my ankles and then tossed on the floor on the other side of the room.
“Oh how boring; plain old white cotton panties!” Beth said mockingly. I was embarrassed at her comment.
The girls all laughed and Lisa then seized the moment and yanked my T-shirt over my head. I screamed the shrillest sound I had ever made. I somehow managed to free one arm as Lisa began waving my T-shirt around as some kind of trophy. I desperately wanted my shirt back. I must have gotten carried away because the next thing I remember was socking Lisa right in the mouth (accidentally of course) as I frantically struggled to reach the shirt with my free hand while still trapped on my belly under Tracey’s weight. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident and I felt kind of bad about it.
The other girls were still laughing as Beth said, “Tie her down! Can’t have her giving us all black eyes, can we?”
All this was done playfully of course but before I knew it my arms were tied to the headboard with a pair of Beth’s pantyhose and the same was being done to my feet. I was thinking about how silly I must look lying face down, tied up with my hands above my head. The girls all got off the bed and stood around admiring their handiwork. “UNCLE,” I screamed, “You win, I give up!” I was still laughing and half out of breath when I felt someone pinch the back of my bra and the clasp opening up exposing my bare back. I giggled nervously wondering how far this would go.
I stopped laughing though when I heard the bedroom door open up and a male voice ask, “What’s going on?”
The room got deathly silent!