Jenna masterpost

[underdog_13]

This story was posted by Helmhood at oneclickchicks.com forum on 1/18/2012. It has 7 parts, here's 1 to 4

Jenna’s Field Trip to the Museum

by Helmhood

Part 01

You are called in to help supervise a field trip for the local high school students to the museum. Even though you are not a teacher there, the administration is familiar with your substitute work, and they are a little short-handed.

"Will you be able to help us out, Miss Burlinski?" the assistant principal asks you over the telephone.

daring_burlinski

"Absolutely, ma'am. I would love to help." I accept and work out the details with the assistant principal

helmhood2

She tells you that you will be taking a group of sophomores, sixteen-year-old boys and girls. While you should dress nicely for the trip, it is somewhat of a casual event. She tells you to arrive at the school in the morning.

daring_burlinski

I thank her and go to pick out my outfit for the morning. I decide on a nice blue skirt and white blouse along with some sensible white cotton underwear and some comfy shoes.

helmhood2

They need you to report to the Main Office first, since you are not full time staff. Then you will meet up with some of the other teachers and the class in the school cafeteria.

daring_burlinski

I drive to school the next morning, having gotten up and dressed early. I didn't want to be late. I park my car and head straight to the main office.

helmhood2

When you arrive, one of the secretaries at the office gives you some papers to sign.

"You look nice today," she tells you. "What was your full name again? Please sign the bottom of these forms. They indicate that you are taking responsibility for looking after the youngsters."

daring_burlinski

"Thanks, my name is Jenna Burlinski" I reply as I fill out the forms.

helmhood2

As you are leaning over the counter in the Main Office, a student walks past you. You hear a boy’s voice say softly, "Nice bottom."

Meanwhile the older secretary only tells you, "Now I hope those students will behave for you. They can be a handful sometimes."

daring_burlinski

"I’m sure they are good kids and won’t cause any trouble. You have to have faith in the young sometimes."

helmhood2

She smiles at you politely, but then notices the young man behind you. Looking past you, she scolds him, "Kevin, are you staring at Miss Burlinski? Go, run along to class!"

The secretary then takes the papers from you.

daring_burlinski

I blush at the boy’s attention. "Is that everything ma'am?"

helmhood2

"Yes, you can go down to the cafeteria to join up with the class," she says.

However, before you can leave, the Assistant Principal steps out of a side office. "Jenna, good, I'm glad you were able to make it on time. Now I am counting on you to be able to handle these students."

daring_burlinski

"Yes ma'am, I promise to do my best" I reassure her as I turn to head to the cafeteria.

helmhood2

Upon entering the cafeteria, you see quite a large gathering of boys and girls, teenage high school students. It is a combined class. There are three other teachers here, but they actually look down on you. For one thing, you are not a professionally licensed teacher like they are. Also, these women are older, and perhaps envious of your looks and the attention you are likely to get, especially from the young men in the group.

In fact, one sixteen-year-old guy makes a motion with his hands as you walk by, showing his friends your curvy figure.

daring_burlinski

I walk over to the women and try to be polite. "Hello ladies, are you excited for the field trip?"

helmhood2

The three teachers exchange glances and then look back at you. One woman, with curly red hair says, "Excited? Honey, this is likely going to be one big headache. At least they were able to get you to help out, so you can take one quarter of the group."

Another woman looks you up and down and asks, "That's what you decided to wear to the museum?"

daring_burlinski

I look down at my outfit and then compare it to their clothes. "I was told to dress nice. What did I do wrong?"

helmhood2

The other teachers, usually dressed neatly for the school day, are in more casual shorts and jeans and sneakers.

But the woman shakes her head as the others laugh, and says, "Nothing, honey. I'm sure the students will respect you. Now listen, we are going to the Art Museum downtown. We have two buses outside. But if you want, you can take a group of students in your own car and meet us there."

daring_burlinski

Deciding I didn't want to spend any extra time with these mean women, I agree to take a group of students in my car. "Who am I taking? I can seat 4 or 5 maybe."

helmhood2

The red-headed woman nods and points to a group near the back wall. "You will be working with those fifteen students over there. But go over and introduce yourself, and find four of them to ride with you in your car. The rest will take the bus until we get to the museum."

daring_burlinski

I nod and approach the group. "Hello, everyone. I am Jenna Burlinski, call me Miss Burlinski, and I will be supervising you today. Now I am going to head over to the museum early in my own car and need 5 volunteers to ride with me.

Anyone interested in getting a quick start on the day?"

helmhood2

The group of young men and women look at you with blank stares for a moment. These seem like the students who are the least interested in the field trip. It's no wonder the teachers dumped you with this group. One girl snaps her bubble gum as the others eye you up and down.

Then, one of the boys stands up and says, "I'd like to ride with you."

daring_burlinski

"Great! And what’s your name?"

helmhood2:

"My name's Tim," he says after a moment.

Next to him, another guy stands up and tells you he will go along. Finally two girls, one with blonde hair and one with black hair, offer to take the remaining spots.

"So, can we call you Jenna?" the second boy asks, starting to walk near you.

daring_burlinski

"Um, I don't think that is very appropriate. As long as I'm in charge you should call me Miss Burlinski. Alright?"

helmhood2

The four students giggle. As they close in around you, the teenage boys are taller than you. They don't answer, but simply start to move forward.

Someone from the remaining group calls out, "What are we supposed to do? Take the bus with the rest of the class?"

daring_burlinski

"Yes, we will all meet at the front entrance when the busses arrive. Alright? Everyone coming with me, let's go!" I turn and lead the students to my car, through the school.

helmhood2

As you walk out of the cafeteria and into the hallway, one of the boys, Tim, boldly puts his hand on the bottom of your skirt. The two girls move slightly ahead of you.

daring_burlinski

I turn too, moving away from Tim. "Now young man, please don't do that. It is very inappropriate."

helmhood2

"Speaking of appropriate," one of the girls says, looking back at you, "Why did you pick out those clothes? Don't you have anything cooler? It will be embarrassing to be seen with you."

daring_burlinski

I again look at my outfit. "I don't understand what’s wrong with my outfit?"

helmhood2

As the five of you pass through the exit of the building, you walk out into a nice sunny day. The girl continues, "It's an alright skirt and blouse. But we thought you might have something young and hip. You know, since you're not a real teacher."

Meanwhile, Tim's friend playfully flips up the back of your blue skirt.

daring_burlinski

"I may not be a real teacher, but I need to dress like one since I'm in charge" I say as I defend the hem of my skirt from the boy, glaring at him.

helmhood2

Under her breath, the blonde girl says, "Oh, we will see who is in charge."

They get you your car by following you, and the two boys hop into the back seat, along with the other girl. The blonde young lady opens the door to climb into the passenger seat so she can sit next to you.

daring_burlinski

"Everyone buckle up, please."

helmhood2

Tim's friend in the back gets a mischievous look in his eye and he leans forward. "Is it important to you that we buckle up, Miss Burlinski?"

And the girl in the back seat catches on, adding, "Yeah, so like maybe you won't get a ticket?"

Tim, sitting directly behind you, then says, "Maybe we will buckle up, only if you do something first, Miss Burlinski."

daring_burlinski

I turn in my seat. "We don't have time for this, I just don’t want you all getting hurt, and I do already have a lot of tickets..." I say as my voice trails off.

Part 02

The students laugh and tease you saying, "Sounds like Miss Burlinski isn't a good driver."

And the blonde girl next to you says, "You must really have to pay attention, don't you. You really need to buckle your seat belt, right Jenna?"

daring_burlinski

"Yes, I do, and it’s Miss Burlinski" I say, almost whiny at the end as I buckle up.

helmhood2

The boy in the back seat looks at his friends and grins. "Miss Burlisnki... maybe that seatbelt should be all you are wearing."

daring_burlinski

I am astonished at the young man's cockiness, saying such a thing to a grown woman. "I'm going to pretend I didn’t hear that"

helmhood2

The blonde girl in the front passenger seat turns to face you, but she decides to let it go. "All right, you should probably get us to the museum, or you will be late. Then you will really get in trouble!"

The other students laugh at the idea of you being yelled at by other teachers and even the assistant principal.

daring_burlinski

I put the car in drive and head out.

helmhood2

After a few minutes of driving on the highway, the students in the back continue their teasing. Tim asks you, "What kind of underwear to you have on today?"

daring_burlinski

"Tim, you shouldn’t ask such crude questions. It’s none of your business what color my panties are."

helmhood2

Tim's friend laughs, "Ha ha... she said panties!"

And the girl next to you leans over to take a look at your legs. "Well at least you thought to put on comfortable shoes for walking," she says. "Do you have socks on, Miss Burlinski?"

daring_burlinski

"Um, no, I guess I forgot socks."

helmhood2

"Interesting," the girl says, rubbing her chin as she sits back. "So if you took of those shoes, you would be completely barefoot."

daring_burlinski

"Of course, since I don’t have anything else on my feet."

helmhood2

The girl lets her teasing fingers wander to the hem of your blue skirt. "Yes, your legs would be very bare."

In the back seat, Tim's friend tries to lean forward enough to have a look.

daring_burlinski

I have to keep both hands on the wheel, but I ask the girl "What are you doing?"

helmhood2

She plays with the fabric between her fingers a little, but then pulls her hand back. "Why so tense?" she grins at you. "Did you think I was going to try and take it off?"

The other girl, the one with black hair, then whispers something into Tim's ear.

The young man sits forward and suddenly asks, "Miss Burlinski, are you shaved?"

daring_burlinski

"Tim! That is not for you to know!"

helmhood2

This gets the other students laughing again, and they enjoy the remainder of the ride to the museum. It seems like they just wanted to get you riled up. Before long, the museum looms up ahead, and the entrance to the parking lot.

daring_burlinski

Their efforts to get me flustered worked. I am completely red-faced as we pull into the parking lot.

helmhood2

As you stop the car and turn off the engine, the four students waste no time piling out of your car. On the other end of the parking lot, the first of two school buses is just starting to pull in.

daring_burlinski

I too get out of the car and follow the students over to the buses.

helmhood2

As they walk beside you, the blonde girl notices you are blushing and asks, "What's the matter, Miss Burlinski?"

Tim, walking ahead on the other side, glances back and comments, "I think she's overheated."

daring_burlinski

"No, It’s just...oh, never mind!" I am too embarrassed to tell them how flustered I am from their questions.

helmhood2

Now the other school buses begin unloading. Out of them come dozens of teenagers, along with the three teachers. The first thing they do is tell the group of eleven additional boys and girls to join you and the others. These students make their way around you. Seeing their friends and classmates, they grin as if looking forward to some fun.

daring_burlinski

I gather them up and go through the rules the museum has.

helmhood2

However, as you are talking about not bringing in any food, and the need to be quiet and not touch anything, you are interrupted by the red headed Teacher.

She calls out, "Jenna, we are dividing up to cover more ground. I want you to start by taking your group to the European Painting and Sculptures section."

daring_burlinski

"Yes ma'am, will do" I reply. I turn to the kids and finish the rules before heading into the museum.

helmhood2

The students listen with bored expressions. Some of them are chatting and not paying attention. There are fifteen all together.

"Can we just get going?" One boy complains. Another, next to him, says, "I want to watch her bottom wiggle when she walks."

daring_burlinski

I decide to ignore this most recent comment and tell them, "Fine, let’s just go!"

helmhood2

The wide marble steps lead up to the museum. Some of the rest of the class with the other teachers have entered. You pass through the doors, with students clinging to your left and right, and a lot of the boys walking behind you.

The blonde girl who was in your car asks, "Where are we going first, Jenna?"

daring_burlinski

"To the European paintings section, which should be this way." I take a turn, following the posted signs.

helmhood2

The students trail after you and around you, more or less in the same direction. Some are chatting, earning glances of disapproval from some of the museum staff who you pass. You then enter a gallery with waxed hardwood floors, and pedestals with sculpted statues, and paintings on the walls.

The blonde girl finds some graceful sculpted female nudes, and says, "These are impressive, aren't they."

daring_burlinski

"Yes, they are quite stunning" I reply, gazing at the nude figures.

helmhood2

As the class wanders around the gallery, checking out the various items on display, the teenage girl turns to you. "Miss Burlinski, I bet you could have been like one of these statues. Why don't you demonstrate for us what it was like to pose for an artist or sculptor back then."

daring_burlinski

Having let my guard down slightly, I decide to indulge them a little. I strike a pose similar to the statue and ask "How’s this?"

helmhood2

Now the students who had been milling about, slowly turn their eyes toward you in the middle of the gallery. They are curious to see what on earth you are doing. Some even giggle. Tim has shuffled over, hearing his friend talk to you.

The blonde girl says, "Not bad, Miss Burliniski."

But Tim is quick to comment, "Uh, these statues are not wearing clothes."

daring_burlinski

"Well I can’t exactly be naked in the middle of a museum, now can I" But even as I said this, the image flashed through my mind and I blushed again.

helmhood2

The young lady smiles, and shrugs her shoulders, almost as if to say, why not? Other students from your group are also beginning to move closer.

Tim then reaches out a hand, hovering a finger near the marble statue. "What was that rule about touching items in the museum?" he asks you. "Wouldn’t want something to happen... you could get in a lot of trouble."

daring_burlinski

"Tim, get away from that now!"

helmhood2

Tim playfully moves around the statue, keeping his hands close, but not touching.

Behind you, the blonde girl says, “Take off your shoes, Miss Burlinski."

daring_burlinski

"What… why would I do that?"

helmhood2

She looks you in your brown eyes and says, "I think if you remove your shoes, Tim won't touch the statue." And across from her, the teenage boy nods.

daring_burlinski

I realize that Tim could seriously damage this priceless piece of art work if I don’t stop him, but I'd never make it to him in time. I have only one choice...

"You promise, as long as I take my shoes off, you'll stop?" I ask as I bend to remove my shoes.

Part 03

"Sure thing, Jenna," he laughs.

One of the other boys behind you points, and calls over his friend.

daring_burlinski

I finish removing my shoes and pick them up. "There, now stop please."

helmhood2

You feel the cool waxed floor beneath your toes. For the moment, Tim lifts his hands away. The rest of the students start to circle around you.

Then suddenly, a young man who works for the museum comes through one of the doorways. He glances over at your group, surrounding you, and asks, “Is everything all right, Miss?"

daring_burlinski

"Oh, uh, yes. We were just discussing... this statue here."

helmhood2

The man nods his head, and proceeds to move our through the opposite doorway. You are once more alone in the gallery with just the fifteen high school students.

With them still watching you, the blonde girl inches close and says, "Now, how about posing... exactly like that statue!"

daring_burlinski

"I already told you I can’t. I would get in so much trouble, and it would be humiliating!"

helmhood2

Tim eyes a sculpted bust nearby, the marble head of a famous person, and he calls to one of his classmates, "Hey... let me toss this to you, try to catch it!"

daring_burlinski

I realize that my pride will have to be given in exchange for the students’ behavior. "Ok, I’ll do it, just don’t break anything! These things are priceless.

helmhood2

The boy, who was truly about to pick up the sculpture, looks at you in surprise.

Sensing your vulnerability, the teenage girl says, "Better lose that skirt, Miss Burlisnki. I'm sure it won't break into a million pieces if it falls to the floor."

daring_burlinski

I close my eyes and pretend I am just changing in my room. My hands slowly move to the buttons and zipper of the skirt. I undo them and the skirt easily falls to the ground.

helmhood2

This gives the high school students a chance to check out your shapely bare legs. One of the boys remarks, "She has nicer legs than our teacher."

While some of the girls giggle, the blonde next to you says, "Step out of the skirt."

daring_burlinski

I take a step forward, parting me from skirt.

helmhood2

With these young men and women surrounding you, the whole group watches. In between soft laughter, there also seems to be a breathless excitement from some.

You hear a student behind you talking to his friend, "Is she going to take off everything?"

daring_burlinski

I look to Tim and the blonde for their answer.

helmhood2

Tim lifts his head, sharing a glance with the blonde girl, and then the teenager says, "Miss Burlinski, I'd like you to show us the paintings over on that wall." And he points to the other end of the gallery.

daring_burlinski

I lower my hands and try to pull my blouse down to cover as much as possible as I walk to the painting. I turn to face the wall and have to bend over slightly so I can read the information on the wall out loud.

helmhood2

It is a Renaissance painting, and it is in the style that uses voluptuous women as the subject of the art. As the students line up behind you, they look at the painting, and then at you, barefoot and with your blouse covering your panties.

Then the blonde girl tells you, "Show us your bottom, Miss Burlinski... so we can compare."

daring_burlinski

I sigh and slowly raise my blouse up to reveal my bottom to the students.

helmhood2

There is a titter of giggles from the group assembled behind you.

One girl teases, "Nice cotton panties! I wonder where she got them!"

While there is more laughter, Tim speaks to you saying, "No, Jenna, I think she meant your bare bottom. Take them off."

daring_burlinski

"Take my panties off...do I have to? And it’s Miss Burlinski!"

helmhood2:

"Sorry, Miss Burlinski," the boy answers with sarcasm, but moves over to put his hand near the painting. It looks like he is about to run his fingers down the old canvas. "Unless, you would rather take off your blouse."

daring_burlinski

"No, no, I’ll lower my panties...ugh" I lower my hands and pull my panties down util my bottom is on display. "There, how’s that?"

helmhood2

Most of the students enjoy the sight of your cheeks, smooth and curved.

However, this time it is the blonde girl who reminds you, "I think Tim said to pull them off, Miss Burlinski."

daring_burlinski

"Fine...." I use a hand to pull the panties down to my knees and let them too fall to the floor.

helmhood2

It seems a dozen pairs of eyes must have followed the cotton descent… all the way to your ankles and bare heels. Standing in front of you, and to the side of the painting, the teenage girl runs a finger along the edge of the gilded frame.

She gives you a wink and tells you, "Reach into or under your shirt, unfasten the clasp, and pull out your bra."

daring_burlinski

I beg her to stop making me do this, even as my hands work under my shirt and unclasp and remove my bra

helmhood2

"Stop making you do what, Jenna?" she teases you, waiting for you to drop the bra to the floor of the museum gallery.

daring_burlinski

As my fingers let go of my bra, I say, "Stripping in the museum."

helmhood2

She giggles, and Tim grins. Other boys in the class are checking out how the shirt tails of your blouse only just hides your bottom. The girls are making fun of you.

And then it is Tim who says, stretching out his arm, "Show us the paintings on that side, Miss Burlinski. On the other wall, over there."

daring_burlinski

Again, trying to keep my blouse covering as much as possible, I approach the other wall and read the info.

helmhood2

Unlike before, the teenage boys and girls are paying close attention, and walk behind you, following your barefoot steps. There is a hint of jiggle as you move and one of the girls says to her friend, "She must feel crazy hot... I think she's naked under that shirt!"

While this is going on, other students have retrieved you bra and panties, your skirt and shoes near the statue.

daring_burlinski

I see them collecting my other clothes and hope they take good care of them.

helmhood2

The blonde girl, who drove to the museum with you, slides up behind you.

"Do you need to undo a few buttons, Miss Burlinski?" she continues to tease, whispering in your ear.

daring_burlinski

"N-n-no"

helmhood2

The sixteen-year-old now traces a finger around your ear. "Really? Not just a few? The boys are watching," she grins, moving next to you.

daring_burlinski

"Please don’t…"

helmhood2

Now she stands away from you, and moves over to the side of the painting you are standing in front of. At her signal, Tim steps over across from her, standing on the opposite side. His hand glides toward the edge of the frame.

The girl looks at you and says, "It would be so embarrassing if one of these very valuable paintings, suddenly just fell off the wall!"

daring_burlinski

"Alright" I whisper, completely defeated. My hands move from top to bottom, undoing each button.

helmhood2

As the flaps of the sides of the blouse start to open, the blonde girl walks toward you, and takes the top of your shirt in her fist, she brings it down, just enough to expose your bare shoulder.

"Wow," someone gasps behind you. "That's also nice and round."

There are even a few whistles from the group.

daring_burlinski

I stare straight ahead, bracing for whatever she will do next.

helmhood2

Instead, it is Tim who says, "Jenna, pull the shirt down in back of you, while holding it open, so that it just covers your butt."

Part 04

daring_burlinski

My hands grab hold of the blouse as I lower it, covering my bottom while showing my bare back.

helmhood2

It is like you are doing an incredible tease, right here in the museum. The boys in the class are all smiles, as they watch your shoulders, and then the backs of your legs all the way down to your bare feet. Some of the girls start to pull out their cell phones, which was against the museum rules.

The blonde girl smiles slyly and says, "Drop the shirt."

daring_burlinski

My eyes turn to sneak a peek of the group of students as my hands let the shirt fall.

helmhood2

You see thirteen students behind you, as Tim and the blonde girl are standing to your sides. There are eight teenage boys, and five girls. Phones are raised, as the girls activate their camera settings. Your shirt comes off your arms and hangs only by your fingers. You just have to let go.

daring_burlinski

I take a deep breath and let go.

helmhood2

In the second, in the space of a heartbeat, the silky blouse falls to the waxed hardwood floor. Tim moves quickly, and sn*tches it away so that it is not in view.

This way, the students can now see you are completely naked, from head to toe.

Most eyes are drawn to your ass, bare and round like two globes.

"Check out Miss Burlinski's butt," one of the guys laughs. Even standing still, it seems to wiggle.

“I wonder what her front looks like," another guy says.

daring_burlinski

Without waiting for the order, I slowly turn to face them, hands strategically covering my body.

helmhood2

They can still see you are nude, from your toes to your hips, and little is left to their imagination, even with your arms covering your breasts and pussy. The students look at your face, watching your expression and taking in the sight of your total nudity. But in the next moment, the blonde girl starts to dash ahead, followed by Tim who has your shirt.

daring_burlinski

"Where are you going?" I call out.

helmhood2

Your feminine voice echoes through the gallery, and other students start to move away as well.

"Don't worry, Miss Burlinski, we are just going to check out the rest of the museum," Tim smiles back at you before he jogs off.

daring_burlinski

"Wait, you cant leave me here like this!"

helmhood2

As the other students pass through the doorway from the gallery, the blonde girl lingers only for a moment. "Like what, Jenna?"

daring_burlinski

"Naked!" I nearly yell before realizing where I am.

helmhood2

With you hair tied back in a ponytail, there is nothing blocking your ears. You listen to the sound of the last word you called out, Naked, echo in the gallery. The blonde girl looks back at you and smiles, but then she too departs, running off in the direction of the other students. Suddenly, your sensitive ears pick up other voices, coming from the opposite doorway. It sounds like one of the teachers.

daring_burlinski

I panic as I watch my clothes leaving with the children. Not thinking, I begin to run after the students and away from what is probably utter humiliation at the hands of the smug teachers.

helmhood2

As you reach the opening to the gallery, you can hear further away, the red-headed teacher talking to a student. She was with the part of the class made up of honor students, and well-behaved teenagers.

You overhear one girl ask the teacher, "Do you think that Miss Burlinski will be able to handle the others?"

And the teacher laughs, "I would not be surprised if she has lost control already."

They are talking about you, and not even aware you are at the other end of the room.

daring_burlinski

I try to push out the shame of how right she is as I attempt to keep up with the students.

helmhood2

After checking that the connecting hallway is clear, you have to jog in order to try to catch up. Your breasts jiggle in front of you and your bottom bounces, as you have nothing on at all. Around the corner, you think you hear someone in the next section of the museum.

daring_burlinski

I decide it’s best to be cautious. So I slow down and peek around the corner.

helmhood2

Your face moves just beyond the corner to look into the room, and you see the teenager, Tim. He turns his head, and looks you in the eye. With a big grin, the young man walks toward you. He is athletic, like he probably could play for the junior varsity baseball team. The boy slips into the hallway with you.

"Well, well, Jenna. Look at you." And his eyes roam to see how you are standing.

daring_burlinski

My arms are attempting to cover as much as possibe. "Please Tim, you can’t leave me running around in public like this! I am going to get into so much trouble."

helmhood2

The boy stands very close in front of you, and he looks down at you.

"It seems like you should have been nicer to us in the car," he reminds you of the drive over here. "What was it that I asked you before? Miss Burlinski, are you shaved? I wonder if you feel like answering me now."

daring_burlinski

"If I answer, will you give me something to wear?"

helmhood2

The boy thinks for a moment, then replies, "All right, that seems fair enough."

daring_burlinski

Slowly, I move my hand away from between my legs, revealing my completely bare pussy.

helmhood2

Tim steps back so he can look, and even crouches down for a better view.

"OK, that's cute. But I want to hear you say it," the young man tells you. "I know I can see, but I want you to answer my question."

He looks back up, making direct eye contact.

daring_burlinski

"I am shaved" I say, but unable to hold eye contact.

helmhood2

"You sure are," he grins, and then stands up again. "OK, Miss Burlinski, follow me."

Tim turns around, and starts to walk around the corner into the other room.

daring_burlinski

I hesitate to follow, trying to get a look before going after him, but I am afraid I’ll lose him. I cover up and scurry after him.

helmhood2

The room, which this hallway from the gallery led to, is still in the European wing. Here, there are exhibits on various medieval arms and armor. The group of fifteen students you were supervising has broken up, but there are a handful of boys here.

One of them turns to see your approach and calls out, "Hey, look... It's Miss Burlinski!"

daring_burlinski

I put a finger to my lip and shush him.

helmhood2

The high school students look at your finger on your lip, their eyes slowly wandering down to your bare toes.

Tim glances around, and asks, "All right, who did I give the shirt to?"

But before any of his friends can reply, the sounds of footsteps are heard from outside another doorway. It could be one of the staff who works at the museum.

"Quick, get behind there, Jenna!" Tim says, pointing toward a full suit of armor on a stand in the corner.

daring_burlinski

I run behind the armor and try and stay completely hidden and silent.

helmhood2

You have to press yourself close, and the metal is hard and cold against your body. You can just make out a young man in a uniform, talking to the boys.

"I hope you gentlemen aren't causing any trouble. Shouldn't you kids be with a supervisor?"

Tim says that it is all right, and then glances over at the suit of armor. "Miss Burlinski will be back soon. She just had to find the ladies room."

The security guard nods his head, and then turns around to leave.

daring_burlinski

I hold my breath until the coast is clear.

helmhood2

In the middle of the room is a long table with instruments, devices and weapons from the Middle Ages. After a moment, Tim walks around to where he can see you, and then wiggles his finger for you to come out.

daring_burlinski

I slowly and cautiously come out from behind the armor and follow Tim.

helmhood2

Some of the boys gather behind you so they can watch your bottom, each cheek lifting as you move. Tim stands at the side of the table, and he rests his hands on an item being displayed. Some kind of weapon, he lets his fingers slide down the metal shaft.

"This give you any ideas, Jenna?" the boy teases you in front of his classmates.

daring_burlinski

"Tim, please stop teasing me, you said you'd get me something to wear."

helmhood2

The boys laugh at your pleading, and one of the students even says, "Too bad there wasn't some kind of dungeon exhibit. Then we could chain her up."

Tim grins at his friend, but then turns to pick something up he noticed in the corner. It is your blouse, and he waves it in front of you from across the room.

[underdog_13]

This story was posted by Helmhood at oneclickchicks.com forum on 1/18/2012. It has 7 parts, here's 5 to 7

Jenna’s Field Trip to the Museum

by Helmhood

Part 05

daring_burlinski

A small smile comes to my face as hope returns. I walk towards him.

helmhood2

The taller teenager mistakes your smile for you feeling playful. He pulls back his hand, and then Tim shifts toward one of the room's exits and he heads out into the main concourse hallway.

daring_burlinski

I hurry after him.

helmhood2

The other boys in the room watch as you leave, seeing the bottoms of your bare feet and the way your ponytail swishes across your back. They make comments like, "What a juicy ass!"

However, as you enter the hallway, you find Tim has not gone far. He is standing there with your blouse and asks, "You want to put this on?"

daring_burlinski

I enthusiastically nod my head "Yes!"

helmhood2

He looks you over one more time, realizing he controls your fate. Then he tosses the silky white blouse at you.

In the next moment, the blonde girl walks into the hallway, coming from the other end.

daring_burlinski

I fumble with the blouse, trying to get it on.

helmhood2

The girl walks over to you and Tim, observing you in amusement.

She says, "You know, Miss Burlinski, if you had been cooler earlier in the day, on the ride over here. Things might have been different. But now look at you."

daring_burlinski

I did look at how I was barely covered by the disheveled blouse. I hadn’t even had a chance to button up yet, and was only closed because I was clutching the sides together.

helmhood2

The young lady continues, "Well now that you are dressed again, come on into the room down the hall. You can go back to teaching us," and she laughs before turning away.

"This ought to be fun," Tim adds, and he too starts to walk down the main concourse.

daring_burlinski

I follow them, buttoning up my blouse. "But what about my skirt? Or even my shoes? The other teachers will wonder where my other clothes went if they catch me."

helmhood2

They do not answer, other than walking straight toward one of the exhibition rooms. The boys from the room behind you, step out, and walk past you. One of them brushes near you and says, "Nice legs, Miss Burlinski."

Up ahead on the side wall are some arrows giving direction on this level. One points to the Museum offices and library down the other way. Another arrow points to the Restaurant, which is in the direction you are walking.

daring_burlinski

I don't want to follow, but I fear leaving them to their own devices might get me in more trouble.

helmhood2

You can hear more voices around you, other people in various areas of the Museum. But before reaching the restaurant, the girl turns into a side room, and Tim follows after.

You then hear him exclaim, "Oh, that's cool!"

daring_burlinski

I hurry to enter the side room before someone comes into the hall.

helmhood2

Half the original class you were assigned to is in here, as a few of the other girls were hanging around.

This room has a display of prehistoric items, bones and crude utensils. There is even a platform along one wall, with life-sized wax statues of a caveman hunting party. It looks very realistic, and this is where most of the students are gathered.

daring_burlinski

Glad to have corralled most of my students, I approach them.

helmhood2

They wait until you come close, and start asking some questions.

"This stuff must be millions of years old!" one student guesses, referring to the prehistoric tools.

daring_burlinski

Deciding to be a teacher for a second I correct him, saying it probably isn't more than a million years old at most.

helmhood2

You actually seem to have their attention, as they listen to you speak.

But one of the boys had been hanging back by the doorway, and he suddenly rushes forward. "Hey... there is another class coming this way," he sounds alarmed. "And they are not from our school!"

The young men and women in the room look back at you and giggle.

daring_burlinski

I panic "Oh goodness, you guys have to hide me, they can’t see me like this!"

helmhood2

The blonde girl, taking charge, says, "I agree. You will totally embarrass us. Where can we hide Jenna?"

Tim is nearby and looks around the room. "She could disguise herself, blending in with the cavemen statues."

The young lady smiles. "Great idea! Now, Miss Burlisnksi, let me have your blouse..."

daring_burlinski

With no time to waste, I have to have faith in the young girl. I quickly hand her my blouse. "Now what?!"

helmhood2

The blonde regards your curvy body revealed once again, and then tells you, "Untie your hair... let me have your rubber-band, or whatever you use."

daring_burlinski

I pull my hair tie out and hand it to her.

helmhood2

Tim moves behind you, and quickly runs his hands through your hair. Shaking it out, he lets the brown locks fall to your shoulders.

"OK," he says, "Now get on the platform... stand between those two cavemen. You can put one hand on his spear."

daring_burlinski

I jump up and make a pose. "How does it look?"

helmhood2

"Shh!" the blonde girl whispers. "You have to stay very still!"

The statutes of the prehistoric men are very life-like with realistic skin tones. Although they are barefoot and bare-chested, with well-defined muscles, these statues do have loincloths. You are squeezed between two of them, completely bare.

One of the girls pulls out her camera phone and snaps a quick picture.

daring_burlinski

I want to yell at her but I catch myself. I remain completely still.

helmhood2

And at that moment, a whole class of more students enter the room. They are not from the same school, and look like they are younger. Probably in their first year of high school. They have one teacher, who slowly leads them around the exhibits, explaining the items on display.

daring_burlinski

I strain to remain still.

helmhood2

Your curvy body glistens, and your nipples poke out. Also, you do not have a wisp of pubic hair between your legs. The students make their way around the tables, until a group comes to stand in front of the platform. Boys and girls, a dozen of them look at the statues for a full minute.

Then one girl says, "Looks like this shows them bringing their cavewoman along."

daring_burlinski

I am screaming in my head, hoping they don’t realize I am an actual person, nude in a museum!

helmhood2

But after a while, their teacher, and older gentleman, makes some general comments about historical accuracy and an artist’s interpretation of what humans looked like back then. He then leads them out of the room, and back into the concourse hallway.

The students who belonged to your group have also left.

daring_burlinski

Naked and alone in the room, I slowly look to see if there is anything I can use to cover up with

helmhood2

As you softly move around, your toes brush something on the floor. It is what the blonde girl has left behind for you.

It appears to be your hair tie.

daring_burlinski

I pick it up and fix my hair again.

helmhood2

You now have your hair tied back once more. It's not much, but at least it's something. However, this leaves your bare shoulders totally exposed, as well as every inch of skin on display. There is nothing in the room that looks like you could cover up with, except maybe an old piece of pottery to hold in front, if you wanted to take it from the table.

daring_burlinski

I think about it, but then I would just be breaking the rules I had set for the students. I leave the pot and slowly head out to look for the students.

helmhood2

So you walk stark naked into the hallway. According to the directions and signs, the museum restaurant is on one far end, while the offices and library are on the other. The teachers and some thirty students from the high school are probably still on the lower level. You hear voices in the distance, but cannot tell if they are from your group.

daring_burlinski

I decide that even if the students are in the restaurant, I could never walk in there completely naked. I decide to try and sneak into the library.

Part 06

helmhood2

The hallway does seem quieter in that direction. As you move arched up on your toes, your butt wiggles, sticking out behind you. First, you pass by the room where the medieval items were. Then you get to a branch in the corridor. One way leads to the office, and you can hear two security guards talking.

"One of these high school classes has this teacher... she's pretty cute." a man inside the room says.

daring_burlinski

I realize they are talking about me, and can't help but listen for a second before heading to the library

helmhood2

"Yeah, what did she look like?" the other man, who sounds older, asks.

The first guard says, "When I saw her earlier, she was wearing a white blouse and blue skirt. She has a brunette ponytail hairstyle. Nice round bottom."

After a pause, the older guard says, "I don't think she's a teacher. She looked kind of lost with the students when I saw her outside."

daring_burlinski

I couldn’t believe they had gotten such a look at me.

helmhood2

It's pretty dull at the museum. They probably have nothing better to do then watch young women who pass through. The two guards continue to chat, and the library is just across from the office.

daring_burlinski

I begin to creep towards the library door.

helmhood2

Your back is facing toward the security office, with your bottom exposed and everything on display. Upon reaching the door, it does not sound like there is anyone in the library.

Behind you, there comes the sound of a chair being pushed back, and the door to the museum office being pulled open.

daring_burlinski

I pull the door open quickly and go inside the library.

helmhood2

It is dimly lit as you enter, your toes finding soft carpet on the floor. Against one wall is a leather couch, and all the other walls are lined from floor to ceiling with books. There is also a large wooden desk, piled with more books.

It is very quiet for a moment, before you hear a voice outside, "Wasn't the library door closed?"

daring_burlinski

I scurry to hide behind the wooden desk.

helmhood2

The young man in the security guard uniform pokes his head into the room, just as you disappear behind the large piece of furniture. He looks in your direction for a moment, and then scans the rest of the chamber.

Finally he tells his partner, "Nothing here." And the man closes the library door.

daring_burlinski

I breathe a sigh of relief before realizing that my class is obviously not here. I decide I should take the time to look for something, anything to wear or cover up with while I’m here, before searching elsewhere.

helmhood2

In the corner, there is a stand with a banner. It looks like it has the crest of an important institution. Hanging down, it also looks like it is attached only by holes placed over simple hooks.

daring_burlinski

Perfect! I try to remove the banner from the wall.

helmhood2

Moving closer, you see that you have to stand up on your toes and stretch your arms all the way up. In doing so, your labia hang between your legs. You struggle a bit, causing your lower lips to wiggle, and your clitoris actually brushes against the wall. But finally, you have the yellow banner removed.

daring_burlinski

I am so excited as I wrap myself in the banner!

helmhood2

The soft wooly texture of the banner tickles your skin, and warps around your body once like a towel. Using it sideways, one end just covers the top of your breasts, and the other side reaches the tops of your bare thighs. In front, your nipples push out under the banner.

daring_burlinski

It's better than nothing I guess. I head back out to the hallway.

helmhood2

You step out into the hallway, and only take a few steps, before the troublesome student Tim is standing in front of you.

"Hello, Miss Burlinski," he grins at you. "I see you are not playing cavewoman anymore."

daring_burlinski

"Tim, where is everyone!? I need to get my clothes back and meet up with the other teachers soon."

helmhood2

However, the teenage boy continues to stare at you in just the banner, enjoying this new moment of your vulnerability.

He looks you up and down, and then asks, "How's your pussy?"

daring_burlinski

"My pussy is none of your business, Tim."

helmhood2

The boy is startled by your strong tone and shakes his head. "I would think you would be a little nicer, given your delicate situation, Jenna."

He reaches his hand out to trace a finger along the edge of the banner.

daring_burlinski

"I’m sorry Tim, I’m just so embarrassed, and you aren’t exactly making it easy on me."

helmhood2

He moves closer, the boy's shoes touching your bare toes, and puts a hand gently on your cheek. "There, there. I'm sorry. If you must know, Miss Burlinski, your clothes are nearer than you think."

daring_burlinski

Excitedly I gasp, "Where?!"

helmhood2

The boy studies your face, your eyes, your nose and lips, and then explains. "When we left the prehistoric room, some of us came down here and dropped off all your clothes with the security office."

He motions his head toward the room across the hall.

daring_burlinski

"Can you go get them for me?"

helmhood2

Sensing an opportunity, the teenager smiles and asks, "What will you be willing to offer?"

daring_burlinski

If you bring me back my clothes, I’ll give you this banner.

helmhood2

The high school student laughs and says, “What would I want that for? Besides, if you must know, when we dropped off your clothes, me and the guys told the other guard we didn't know where they were from. But I think his partner came back, and he is the one who saw you earlier. He knows what you were wearing."

daring_burlinski

I am humiliated at the realization that he might recognize my clothes and realize I am naked in the museum. "If not the banner, what do you want?"

helmhood2

The boy thinks about it, and makes a slow circle around you. Finally, he tells you, "I want you to streak the museum restaurant."

daring_burlinski

What?! But I couldn't! What if someone recognizes me?

helmhood2

The young man shrugs his shoulders. "So then you would rather wait for the security guards to come back and explain your situation?" He places his hands on your smooth round shoulders. "Or you could forget the museum, and try to make your way back to your car."

daring_burlinski

I realize my keys are with my clothes so one way or the other I have to get my clothes. I think about it and decide it’s much less risky to deal with the security guard with the banner than to streak nude.

helmhood2

Tim finally gives up, but the look in his eye suggests that he is not through embarrassing you. He turns around and walks back down the main concourse hallway. Just in back of you, to the side, is the glass door that says "Security Offices".

daring_burlinski

I take a deep breath and enter the office.

helmhood2

The two guards had left earlier, when they walked out and saw the library door was open. Right now, the office is empty. There are desks, with paperwork scattered about, and chairs along the wall in a little waiting area.

Your clothes must be around here somewhere.

daring_burlinski

I decide to look around and see if they have been left lying out.

helmhood2

There is not anything out in the open. But the room does contain filing cabinets, and other storage containers. As you move about, you feel the yellow banner wrapped around your body begin to slip.

daring_burlinski

I hold on to it tightly, trying to adjust it as I begin opening drawers.

helmhood2

With one hand, you work quickly, pulling open drawers and looking inside. As the banner had shifted, the ends now open behind you, and you are only holding it in front of you.

daring_burlinski

I am too busy trying to find my clothes to worry about this.

helmhood2

There is one tall cabinet against the back wall. But it has doors that you have to pull out toward you, and they are stuck. It looks like you will have to use both hands.

daring_burlinski

I try and hold the banner in my armpits as I pull with both hands.

helmhood2

Planting your bare feet on the floor, you shake the knobs back and forth. It's not locked, just tough to open. With a final violent tug, the doors pull open and the banner slides to the ground.

daring_burlinski

I look inside the cabinet, not even realizing the banner has fallen.

helmhood2

At that moment, the two security guards walk into the office. Their view is directly behind you.

The older man says, "Excuse me, Miss. Looking for these?"

daring_burlinski

I spin around and bend for the banner, clutching it to my body as I look at the two men.

helmhood2

They look back at you, the younger guard especially as his eyes light up with recognition. In the older man's arm is a bundle, a folded up skirt and blouse and even shoes.

Then, a red-head woman enters the room. It is one of the teachers.

The older security guard glances back to her, as they led her back here, and pointing in your direction, he asks her, "Does she belong to you?"

daring_burlinski

I look at the red headed teacher in the eyes and see a mix of anger and satisfaction as she looks at me, holding the banner to my chest.

helmhood2

"Yes, she is with the school," the teacher tells the guard. "A bit of a careless young woman. I'll take those."

And the man hands her the outfit you had picked out this morning.

The younger guard takes a step closer toward you, holding out his arm, telling you, "And I believe that banner belongs to the library."

Part 07

daring_burlinski

"Um...could I possibly have my clothes?"

helmhood2

But the red-headed teacher says, "We are leaving, Jenna. Give the man back his banner."

daring_burlinski

The sternness in her voice could have easily identified her as a teacher. I felt like a chastised school girl handing the banner over to the security guard, leaving me naked.

helmhood2

When the guard takes it from you, your arms are momentarily at your sides. The young man looks at your bellybutton, and then his eyes move lower.

daring_burlinski

My hands move to cover my pussy as I walk over to the teacher. "Please ma’am, may I have my clothes? I can’t have all the students see me naked."

helmhood2

Ignoring you, the teacher tells the museum guards, "I am sorry for all the trouble she has caused. We will be on our way now."

And the woman turns to walk out of the office.

daring_burlinski

I walk behind her, continually begging for something to wear, anything.

helmhood2

As you leave the room, the two men are watching the way your hips narrow, and then how your full round bottom curves out.

You hear the young man tell his partner, “See, I told you she had a nice bottom."

daring_burlinski

As we leave, I glance back to catch both of their eyes fixated on my bottom.

helmhood2

Your cheeks jiggle, and then the woman takes you by the arm, leading you further down the hallway. About halfway, she drops the shoes at your feet and they bounce to the ground.

"Put those on," she tells you.

daring_burlinski

I quickly slip on the shoes, thanking her.

helmhood2

"What were you thinking?" she demands, forcefully handing over your cotton panties to you. "Parading around the museum bare-assed nude!"

daring_burlinski

I slip the panties on. "The students were threatening to destroy the art, I had no choice!"

helmhood2

"A likely story. You don't even teach these students." She then gives you the blouse, but tells you to only button the last three buttons.

daring_burlinski

I don’t even think twice about the order, I am just happy to have it on.

helmhood2

She then tells you to head down stairs, and toward the exit. There are other people on this level now. The class from before, as well as the general public. People stop and stare as you pass by. A few make comments about your legs, and the curve of your bottom, visible in panties beneath the shirt.

daring_burlinski

I just keep walking. "What about my skirt, ma’am?"

helmhood2

She takes the keys, and then says, "Put this in your car. The doors were left open. Then meet me by the buses."

The teacher says this, handing you the skirt.

daring_burlinski

"Yes, ma’am," I say defeated.

helmhood2

Outside, the classes gather by the two school buses. Everyone is waiting for you to deposit the skirt, and then return to the students. You can already hear laughter about your state of dress.

daring_burlinski

I make the slow walk to put my skirt away and then return to the buses.

helmhood2

All the students, dozens of them and the two other teachers, watch you, pointing and teasing and making fun.

The red-headed woman comes up to you, and pinches your ear, pulling you toward one of the school buses. "You will be riding back with me."

daring_burlinski

“But what about my car?”

helmhood2

"Don't mind that. You can pick it up later. It will be safe at the museum," and she gives you a swat on the bottom, as the hydraulic doors of the bus open.

daring_burlinski

I hop at her smack and climb into the bus.

helmhood2

She has you go near the back seats. The woman slides in first, and then orders you to sit next to her. The rest of the students file on board. This group includes the fifteen you had been in charge of, as well as the very smart, honor students. Those that are not sitting close by, all turn their heads to see what is going on in the back.

daring_burlinski

I sit quietly and obediently next to the teacher.

helmhood2

As soon as the bus starts up, with the driver not having a clue what this is all about, the woman puts her arm around you and pulls you over her lap. She is dressed casual for the field trip, in shorts and a T-shirt. Your body rests face down over her knees. The bus begins to roll out of the parking lot.

daring_burlinski

"Ma’am, what’s going on? What are you doing?"

helmhood2

"I'm going to spank you," she explains, and then reaches down to lower the back of your cotton panties under the curve of your cheeks. She also raises the back of your loosely buttoned blouse.

Raising her hand, she brings it down. SMACK!

daring_burlinski

I let out a loud squeal that all can hear.

helmhood2

And in return, the students squeal with delight as the bus drives down the highway. The teacher pulls your panties down a little lower, with the motion of the bus, and resumes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You are very naughty, Jenna Burlinski,” she says. “You are not good enough to be a teacher!"

daring_burlinski

"Ouch, ouch! Please stop, you can’t do this. I’m a grown woman!"

helmhood2

The students in the seat in front of you lean over to watch and tease you. "Looking more like a spanked school girl!"

The woman yanks your underwear lower, so that they are past your knees.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Need to learn how to behave at a public museum!" She continues her discipline.

daring_burlinski

"It wasn't my fault!" I wail.

helmhood2

"Don't talk back," the woman scolds you, and uses one hand to pull the back of your blouse up to your shoulders.

The other students are cheering, as their teacher holds her other arm across your back.

daring_burlinski

I keep kicking, trying to get away from her stinging hand.

helmhood2

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The woman's expert touch causes not only your bare butt to jiggle, but the panties to fall lower down your legs. They are almost at your shoes.

daring_burlinski

I am unaware of anything but the pain in my bottom.

helmhood2

"What a huge bottom," one of the guys on the other side of the aisle laughs, as the teacher pauses to rub your

cheeks.

She pulls them apart, and those who are close enough can see between your legs. The woman lets them bounce

back into place, just as the bus hits a bump in the road. This causes the cotton underwear to drop from your feet.

"Now when I start spanking again," she tells you, "If you kick your legs, I want you to kick off your shoes."

daring_burlinski

I just sob and say "Yes ma’am."

helmhood2

"Good girl," the woman demeans you. Then her hand falls rapidly across each of your red cheeks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

daring_burlinski

I cannot keep from kicking, so my shoes come off.

helmhood2

With your shoes off, the woman reaches up, and tugs on the silky blouse… pulling it from your shoulders, and up over your head, in view of all the students.

daring_burlinski

I feel that I am completely naked again, but the pain in my bottom is temporarily preoccupying my mind.

helmhood2

The last of the shirt material slips past your fingers, as it falls to the floor of the bus. The red-headed teacher takes a moment to rub your stinging bottom.

And then she tells you, "Now sit up, Jenna. You are going to change seats."

This is all happening while the bus rolls down the streets of town. At the moment it is stopped at a red light.

daring_burlinski

I sit up, although it burns my bottom. I cringe and wipe away tears as I see the group of laughing students.

helmhood2

But the woman instructs you, "Go across the aisle, and sit in the next seat. The one next to Tim. He says you were

very rude to him."

daring_burlinski

"Yes, ma’am" I squeak as I get up and gingerly lower myself to sit next to Tim.

helmhood2

You are seated close, your bare arm rubbing his shirt, and your bare leg against his pants.

"Hello Jenna, feeling a little exposed?" he grins, his face next to yours.

daring_burlinski

I look to him and sarcastically say, "No."

helmhood2

He shakes his head after staring at you for a moment, and says, "You never learn, Miss Burlinski. What was it you said was none of my business?"

daring_burlinski

"My pussy..."

helmhood2

With a devilish smile, the young man triumphantly places his hand on your bare thigh, and starts to move inside. It is going to be a long ride back to the school.

THE END

[underdog_13]

This story was posted by Helmhood at oneclickchicks.com forum on 2/07/2009.

Jenna Detained

Some of you have read the stories I've written about Jenna Burlinski. Here is one I wrote last year, which I thought I would post on the forum.

Enjoy!

Part 01

"Get your hands in the air, ma'am!"

The voice took me by surprise, and shocked, I froze in place. Having agreed to help some friends who were moving to the Carolinas, I found myself staying at their new home. Or rather, soon-to-be-new home, as they hadn't moved in yet. It was a real fixer-upper and needed plenty of work, especially on the outside. But I heard they got the house for a good price.

So that was what I was doing, trying to get the grime and old paint off some exterior windows, when apparently someone had approached me from behind. I knew it wasn't my friends, because they were out in the city at the moment. They were in a bind, with not enough time to take care of all the improvements, and that is why they asked me to come here to help.

This particular window I was working on was giving me a lot of trouble. It was very tall, and very dirty. Also, there was an old flower bed just beneath the window overgrown with vines and maybe even thorns. I was left standing on a bench, balancing on my tiptoes, as I stretched forward and used a mop to clean the glass.

"Put your hands in the air, ma'am!" the young male voice repeated.

I was kind of leaned over at the waist, propped up by the long pole of the mop held against the window. If I raised my hands, I would probably drop the mop to the ground. Turning my head slightly, to look over my shoulder, I saw a young man in the brown uniform of the Sheriff's office. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, a recruit, just a few years younger than me. It was especially embarrassing him sneaking up on me like this because of what I was wearing.

You see, I knew I would be working by myself out here today, and it was damn hot! Like ninety degrees, or something. So I threw on a pair of cut-off denim shorts, which even had a few holes in them, and showed a lot of my legs. And I put on a tattered white T-shirt that just covered my breasts. A pair of old sneakers, no socks, completed my ensemble. Half-bending over in the position I was in, I must have looked pretty indecent.

"I'm not going to ask you again…" he called out, his voice cracking just a bit.

"All right!" I squeaked, helpless. "Just… just give me a moment…"

"Drop the weapon, now!" the young cop said more firmly.

Weapon? I then realized he was talking about the mop. Like I might swing around and hit him over the head with it! Not wanting to cause any trouble, I released my grip, letting the pole clatter against the house as it fell to the ground. I had to be careful not to lose my balance, and finally straightened myself to a standing position. Bringing my hands to my head, I slowly turned around.

Our eyes met, and I felt myself blush. It seemed I was rather exposed up here. With my arms raised like this, the small shirt was scrunched up and left my bare stomach and bellybutton on display. My breasts, unfettered by a bra, jiggled playfully. And I was afraid my nipples were getting hard! I really hadn't expected to be seen today.

"Is there… is there some sort of problem?" I asked nervously.

The young man placed his hands on his hips, looked me over from head to toe. "Only that you got caught trying to break into this home."

"Break in?" the words almost stuck in my throat.

"That's what it seems to me, ma'am," the cop drawled. "We know that the property had been recently purchased, and the owners haven't moved in yet. We were told to keep an eye out for prowlers. And here you are."

"Prowlers?" I was shocked, and even looked around in surprise.

The young cop persisted. "I saw you trying to bust open that window!"

"I was trying to clean that window!" I stamped my foot emphatically, which only caused my boobs to shake.

"Are you claiming this house belongs to you?" he folded his arms and asked.

"No… my friends invited me here to help straighten up the place," I explained, and started to reach out to point to the disrepair of the house.

"Keep your hands up!" the cop warned me.

Immediately, I shot both my arms to the sky. His young voice was suddenly so forceful, I felt compelled to do what he said. But I bit my lip anxiously, worried that the quick movement and stretching higher, might raise the shirt above my breasts. Thankfully, I felt my nipples were still covered. Then I lowered my eyes and gasped.

Past my bare stomach, I noticed the top of my shorts. All the bending and stretching and reaching must have wiggled the button loose. They were worn to begin with, not tight fitting like a new pair of pants. At least the zipper was still up, but I couldn't be sure if it would hold. I began to fear my shorts would slip down! So I tried to remain very still.

"Keep them arms up," he reminded me. "I'm going to have to check for concealed items…"

"Is that really necessary?" I gasped. "Look, my name is Jenna. The owners are my friends, and they can tell you that they asked me to help clean the house."

"Well, except they're not here, Miss Jenna," the rookie cop said with a sly smile, almost as if he was teasing me. "That's a mighty convenient story, ma'am."

I didn't know what to say. This whole accusation was so unfair, and completely absurd. But I was unfamiliar with these parts, and I sure didn't want any trouble with the law. Maybe if I could just call my friends, they could explain everything to this overeager country police officer. I was just about to make the suggestion, when he took a step forward.

Now this whole time, I had been standing on a crumbling orange garden bench made of stone. It was kind of like I was on a pedestal. When he walked up to me, the young man's face was even with my waist. I suddenly felt very nervous, but also excited. I was ashamed to admit that being caught in this vulnerable position was turning me on. The size of my nipples confirmed my arousal. I just hoped he wouldn't notice!

Very slowly, deliberately to show he was not going to hurt me, the officer placed his hands on my hips. I just stared out ahead, maybe opened my mouth in a small silent gasp. He began checking my shorts, slipping a finger through the belt loops, searching for who knows what. Next, he placed his hands inside my front pockets, and I was a little more breathless. I guess he wanted to search my back pockets, too, but he didn't have me turn around. Instead, he leaned close and wrapped his arms around my lower body. This was getting me rather flustered! I felt his hands pat down my bottom… then squeeze my butt cheeks.

"Oh!" I said in surprise, and perhaps in pleasure.

But there was nothing in the seat of my shorts. It was just the loose denim covering my ass. I was really afraid that if he continued his search, the young cop would discover my secret.

I was not wearing panties today. And I had shaved my pubic region completely bald.

Suddenly, his hands moved, his fingers wandering down my bare legs. There was really no need to check my thighs, knees, and calves, because they were completely bare. But he quickly squatted down in front of my feet and gently grabbed my ankles. I interpreted this as an unspoken command, to slightly shift my legs and separate my feet. I still had my hands raised in the air. The young man then squeezed his finger inside my sneaker, tracing the rim around my heel. The wiggling of his finger kind of tickled.

"You can take them off, you know!" I giggled in spite of myself.

He continued to work both my feet, a finger in each shoe. When he raised his head to look up at me, I hoped he wouldn't see up my shorts.

"That's mighty cooperative of you," the young man said.

Keeping my promise, I stretched out one leg. Very efficiently, he began undoing the laces. Although with all the prodding he was doing, and being kind of worn anyway, I think they would have slipped off easily. The cop removed my shoe and discarded it, holding my bare foot in his palm for a brief, sensual moment. I shyly pulled my leg back, and extended the other one. I kept my arms reaching for the sky, my hardening nipples poking out, and boobs threatening to bounce free. Closing my eyes, I found the experience of being stripped… delicious. Even if was just my other shoe taken off.

When I stood completely barefoot on the bench, he tugged on my toes, running a finger in between. I had not painted my toenails, they were clear and natural. Again, I had no idea what he was looking for. The rookie cop probably didn't know any better, but maybe he should have been inspecting the removed sneakers in case I had been hiding anything, which of course I wasn't!

"Are we almost finished?" I finally asked in exasperation.

As I started to lower my arms, the young man stood up and said, "I didn't tell you to move!"

Bent at the elbows, I jerked my hands up once more like this was a robbery, while stamping my bare foot in annoyance. My lips started to quiver in a petulant pout. But then, to my amazement and humiliation… my shorts dropped down my legs!

Eyes wide, I immediately brought my hands down to clasp them in front of my pussy, despite the policeman's instructions. I don't know if he caught a brief glimpse of my hairless crotch, but it was clear that I was naked from the waist down. The denim shorts crumpled around my feet, I was so embarrassed!

"Get down off the bench, ma'am!" he ordered firmly.

I could feel my juicy round bottom just sticking out in the fresh air. "But… can't I pull up my shorts first?"

Still suspicious, the young man informed me, "I'm not going to ask you again!"

Blushing bright red, I lowered my eyes. Well, he wanted me to climb down from the bench. My heart was beating fast, and hands were still cupped over my pussy. Awkwardly, I lifted one leg, and then lowered it so I could step to the ground. I stepped right out of my shorts, left on the bench!

I walked a little closer, dressed only in the ratty T-shirt, and stood bottomless in front of the young man from the Sheriff's office. This couldn't be happening, I thought, as I waited bashfully before him. The blades of grass tickled my bare feet.

Part 02

The two of us regarded each other in silence. I was so nervous, and blushing in embarrassment. I wondered what he thought of me. Did I really seem like the criminal type? And now, here I was, caught with my pants down, so to speak.

"Put your hands in the air," the southern cop said.

I was standing with my arms lowered, hands folded in front of my pussy in order to maintain some modesty.

"What… why?" I squealed.

"You're not going to try and funny business," he answered. "Now get `em up, ma'am!"

This was so unbelievable! I closed my eyes and waited a moment, feeling my heart beat faster. I made sure to keep my legs very close together. And then, slowly, I moved my arms away from my body… raising them again so they were bent at the elbows, hands level with my head.

I knew he was seeing all of me. Well, almost all of me. Thankfully, I still had a ripped T-shirt on, however short, that kept my breasts and nipples covered. But as for down below…

"That's an interesting look, Miss Jenna," the young man commented.

Ever so slightly, I shifted my feet in the grass as I replied, "I knew it would be hot today. It's a hygiene thing."

I opened my eyes to see him rubbing his chin and he remarked, "She certainly is clean as a whistle."

Now I let out a small gasp, but I didn't know what to say! I didn't even know what that remark meant! Unless, of course, referring to the fact that I was shaved clean. He made me stand there, arms lifted, my pussy just sticking out on display. I had to be very careful not to move or think certain thoughts, because my excited labia would be very noticeable.

Suddenly, the young police officer took a step forward, and in one motion reached out to grab me by the wrist.

"Hey!" I cried.

But too late, he maneuvered behind me, grabbing the other wrist as well. I was rather surprised how he managed to twist my arms behind my back, without even hurting me. He was forceful, but not harsh or abusive. Or maybe I just didn't give any resistance. The next thing I knew, I felt cold steel on my skin. In shock, I arched up on my toes, and I'm sure my bare butt must have been very inviting.

I had been handcuffed! And I could feel my knuckles resting against my lower back, just above my ass crack. Shaking my head, my brunette ponytail brushed across my shoulders. Then this rookie cop came around to stand in front of me again, his arms folded in satisfaction.

I looked at him in disgust and pouted my lip. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to hide my body. His eyes would wander down my bare stomach and see my nude hips, flaring out and then narrowing in womanly curves. My smooth, hairless vulva glistened in the sunlight, and I saw his eyes roam down the length of my legs all the way to my bare little toes. At least he let me keep my shirt on!

"All right, let's go!" he announced abruptly, his fingers wrapping around my arm just above my elbow.

As he pulled me forward a few steps, my eyes went wide and I exclaimed, "Wait! Where are we going?"

The cop looked at me curiously, and then said, "To the station, ma'am…"

Oh no! I couldn't bear being put on display like this, further humiliated by more of the town's local cops. While the idea of a bottomless ride in a police car was thrilling, I was afraid what might happen afterward.

"You can't take me to the police station like this," I protested even as we rounded the side of the large house. "Shouldn't a woman be accompanying us?"

"Sorry, ma'am," he said with southern courtesy, "we don't have any women on the force."

"Oh…" I said in a small voice.

Looking around at my surroundings, I realized I was being led in handcuffs toward the front yard. It was broad daylight, and I wasn't wearing any shoes, pants, or underwear! The green lawn was wide and treeless, with a two lane road that ran in front of the property. I could just now recognize the police vehicle parked at the foot of the driveway. Thank God he didn't come with a partner!

Before we got very far, I tried to plead in desperation one more time. "Look, sir, I really am innocent. You… you don't have to take me downtown, or wherever the station is."

"I appreciate your concern," he said, perhaps sarcastically, "but I really need to let my superior officer sort out the details. You can explain to him why you were trying to break open that window."

Ohmygosh, I would have to explain, half-naked with probably the entire force checking out my rear!

"I was cleaning the window!" I said emphatically, my breasts bouncing and bottom jiggling.

We stopped in the middle of the front lawn and he turned me around to face him. "Is that so, ma'am?"

"Yes!" I cried, hoping for a chance to prove my innocence. "Listen, I was only here to help fix and take care of the house. I was doing other stuff, too, before you showed up."

"I'll bet you were," the cop rubbed his chin again, considering.

"Let's go up to the front porch," I suggested, inclining my head in that direction.

The young man paused, looking over to his car on the side of the road, and then back at the house. Finally, he squeezed my bare upper arm, and we started trotting across the yard. My butt wiggled and bounced as I had to keep up with his strides. It was like I was doing some nudie exercise. But I was grateful that he was leading me toward the shelter of the covered porch, and away from the road.

My bare feet found the wooden steps that led us up to the deck. There was still a lot of work that needed to be done, repairing cracked and split planks. There was also old furniture that needed to be replaced with newer chairs and tables. Just outside the door were some boxes stacked in the corner. I pointed my chin at these crates.

"You see… this is all stuff that I had been helping clean out of the house," I explained slowly. "Junk and refuse to be removed. I was going to bring these boxes down to the end of the driveway where they will be picked up and carted away."

The cop nudged one of the boxes with the toe of his boot. "You were taking this stuff to throw away? Not stealing from the house?"

"Yes!" I nodded my head eagerly. "I just had to bring them down to the road. The owners have another friend with a pickup truck who would swing by later…"

"They are lucky to have so many good friends," the young man said, although I wasn't sure what he was implying.

He then said that he would offer me a chance to prove myself. If in fact I had simply been doing household cleaning and maintenance, he would allow me to continue by bringing these boxes from the porch to the end of the driveway. I thought that sounded fair, but I swallowed nervously. We were in a pretty rural part of the neighborhood, and the road was mostly quiet. But it's not like we were totally isolated. Cars and trucks did rumble down the lane frequently. Still, if that's what I had to do…

I turned around so that my back was toward the cop, and shook my ass a little. "You'll have to take care of these."

I was referring to the handcuffs on my wrists, of course. After he realized that, the young man moved behind me so he could unlock them. He gently pulled me close to him. So close, I felt my bottom brush the crotch of his uniform pants. He smelled nice, I found myself thinking. As he worked the little key inside the steel cuffs, my pussy twitched and tingled!

"They're off," he told me, slipping the restraining links from my wrists.

Turning around, I looked up at him and blushed. I hoped he couldn't tell how excited he got me. I rubbed my arms that had been pinned behind me, to get the circulation going again.

"Now don't try to run off, Miss Jenna, you hear?" the young cop said sternly.

Sweeping an arm down my body, I then placed a hand shyly in front of my pussy. "I don't think I would get too far, not wearing any clothes!"

The young man grunted and stepped back. He folded his arms expectantly. That was my cue to go about the work I had claimed was the reason I was at the house. So I turned around to regard the boxes, and only then realized that with my hands no longer cuffed behind my back, he had a full view of my backside. It would get worse as I had to bend down and pick up some of the crates. At least for the first one, I decided to pick one that was at the top of a stack.

It wasn't heavy, just some old clothes and linen and tattered d****s that had been left behind. The inside rooms of the house had been in bad shape. This box, I now lifted and then lowered so I could hold it in front of my lower body. Some concealment for my nudity at last! Except, again, as I brushed past the police officer watching me and walked back out onto the lawn, he would enjoy the sight of my very exposed bottom. But at least I would be covered from the view from the road. To anyone passing by, I guess I would look like I was wearing shorts.

This was in fact proved true as I marched along the side of the driveway (I stayed on the grass, because of my bare feet) and a NASCAR-like sports car came racing down the street. I decided to act natural, even though I was bouncing a box against my bare pussy. By the time I reached the road, the car had sped away. I looked in both directions, to make sure there was no other traffic. But as usual, it had return to peaceful quiet. Placing the box on the edge of the property, I then spun around leaving my bare ass on display. I think I felt my cheeks blush out here, so far from the house!

Quickly, I dashed across the lawn, and I felt like a child running through the grass. With a palm pressed over my crotch, I returned to the cop on the front porch.

Part 03

"Very good, Miss Jenna," the young police officer said. "Now do it again."

Completely bottomless, I clenched my fists nervously and brushed my toes behind my other leg. I had hoped that by carrying the box down to the road, it would be enough to prove I was simply here taking care of the house. Not trying to break inside, like the cop had suspected. Glancing over at the stack of crates and cartons waiting for me, I pouted.

"All of them?" I asked, indicating the boxes.

The young man only nodded his head. I took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. Very self-conscious of my bare bottom, I sidestepped over to the pile so that I remained facing him. But finally, I had to turn around so I could grab the next box. Again, I brought the container down in front of my lower body and proceeded to walk off the porch. Feeling his eyes on my round rear end, I blushed and I think my cheeks turned rosy pink. This was so embarrassing!

I made the trip down the length of the driveway without incident. And then it was back running across the property, with one hand cupped over my pussy. I tiptoed onto the deck, keeping my eyes lowered until I stood before the crates. Only now, I needed to bend down a little to lift the next one, the one that had been stacked in the middle. Bent at the waist, I realized how indecent I must look. I kind of froze and lingered in that position for a moment, allowing the policeman to see up the backs of my legs and my pussy lips from behind.

Before I lost control of myself, I quickly stood up, bringing the box up as well, pressed against my crotch. Turning around, I hopped down the steps and walked through the grass. Reaching the edge of the property, I was just about to lay the box down and expose my front, when I heard a truck come rolling down the street. I stood where I was, heels together, and watch as the truck pulled over to the side of the road.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," the driver said as he lowered the passenger side window.

Oh God! I just had a sudden thought. What if these were the friends that were supposed to pick up the boxes! I wasn't ready yet, and I was standing outside half-naked! Then man peered over at me and then noticed the police car.

"Is there any trouble, Miss?"

My heart beat wildly as I answered, "No… no trouble! I was just cleaning out the house."

I made sure to keep the carton held tight and covering me from the tops of my thighs, to just below my bellybutton. The truck driver seemed convinced, and he then asked about some directions, which was the reason he had stopped. Bashfully, I admitted that I was not from around here, and couldn't help him. But then he asked if he could speak to the policeman, if he could point him in the right direction!

"No!" I gasped, bouncing the box on my bare pubic mound. "Listen, there is some private… matter going on. I really need to get back inside. Maybe someone at the next address can help you."

The driver just shook his head, and floored the gas so that the truck raced forward. I was just about to spin around and hurry back to the house, when I heard him make a quick turn, and come driving back in the opposite direction. Watching him speed back down the road, I figured he must have realized he made a wrong turn. When he was out of sight for good, I dropped the carton of junk to the ground.

My arms were aching after that exchange, and I shook them out. In this way, I ran back to the house, not covering up at all! I carefully walked back up the steps of the porch and stood before the rookie cop with my arms at my sides.

"What was that about?" he asked, looking me over from head to toe.

Licking my lips, I could feel my body heaving from the exertion. "Just someone lost, needed directions. But I couldn't help him."

"Well that wasn't very neighborly of you," the cop remarked.

"I told you… I'm not from around here!" I said, bouncing up on my toes.

Thankfully, the little shirt I was wearing did not ride up, or he would have seen how hard my nipples were! But then the young man simply motioned for me to continue with my labor, carrying the boxes from the front porch to the end of the driveway. I began to wonder why my friends had moved into a house on such a large property. My legs and arms did feel good from the exercise, and my stomach was tight, making me feel sexy. The only thing was, by now, my pussy lips were fairly puckered out. And I was sweating, perspiration mixing with my juices and feminine musk.

After about two or three more trips, I started to lose count. I really wanted to get this ordeal over with. Before I knew it, I returned to the porch and saw there weren't any cartons left. I stood with my hands on my hips for a moment, just looking around to make sure I didn't miss anything. Mr. Policeman was leaning against the front door, watching me the whole time. Finally, I gathered up the courage to approach him, keeping a hand discreetly between my legs.

"So, um, that's the last of the boxes," I explained, pausing to catch a breath. "Just like I said, I only planned to bring them down to the road to be picked up."

The southern cop considered and then said, "You weren't planning on stealing nothing then?"

I moved my hands behind my back and shook my head like a shy little girl. "No, Sir. I was only helping my friends…"

"That's all you were doing?" he continued to press the line of questioning.

"Honestly!" I said, "I was cleaning out this old junk. Promised to get rid of these boxes, and um… clean all the windows."

With his arms folded over his chest, the cop turned his head to look at one of the windows that opened out over the front porch. There were streaks of dirt and other grime covering the glass. It was evident the windows had not been washed for quite a while.

"They sure do look pretty filthy," the young man admitted. "So how about you get started, Miss Jenna."

I took an eager step forward, but then stopped. Over on the other side of the porch there was a bucket of water. I hadn't gotten up to this part, and did not quite have all the supplies I needed. No soap, or sponges… the mop was on the other side of the house. Maybe I could have asked permission to go inside and get some stuff, although I was afraid that might make it seem like I was looking for away to escape. I doubt he would have let me out of his sight, any way.

He cleared his throat, and I knew I had better get moving. On my bare toes, I scurried over to the pail of water. Once I got there, I clasped my hands in front of my pussy, entwining my fingers nervously. My juicy round bottom was out there on display, but there was nothing I could do about it! And how was I supposed to clean these windows?

I took a deep breath and bit my lip. This was so embarrassing… I began rubbing the back of one leg with my other foot. Lifting my hands, I gripped the bottom of the white tattered T-shirt. Shyly, I glanced over my shoulder and saw the cop just staring at me. So I lifted the material higher, until my full breasts bounced into view. Then I pulled the shirt up over my head… and completely off. Quickly, I dropped the shirt into the bucket…

Oh my god! I was buck-naked on the front porch!

I couldn't help but turn around completely, letting the cop see me in all my glory. My nipples were so hard! Immediately, I placed one hand in front of my shaved pussy. Crouching down, I was able to reach behind me and retrieve the T-shirt now soaked, keeping my other hand between my legs. I couldn't believe I was about to do this… wash the windows totally nude.

As I stood and walked toward the house, I glanced down to see my erect nipples poking out and pointing skyward. My butt cheeks clenched and I sucked my stomach in… oh God, he was seeing all of me! Now that I had taken off my shirt, leaving my back totally bare, the young policeman could appreciate my narrow waist and the way my bottom curve out like two perfect globes. Thinking about this, I could feel my pussy lips unfolding in the palm of my hand.

Using one arm, I lifted the rag to the first window. Squeezing the material, I started making circle motions over the glass. Some of the dust and dirt did come off, but it wasn't that effective, since there was no soap. I had to return to the bucket of water to rinse out the T-shirt, the last piece of clothing I had been wearing, before walking back to the window again. This time, as I wiped down the glass, the cop told me to put more effort into it!

Turning my head, I pouted a little, then grabbed the cloth with both hands. In this way, I could no longer hide my pussy, but I was able to press harder and rub off more of the dirt. Standing directly in front of the window, my feet were placed about shoulder width apart. I leaned in with my arms stretched out and did a series of squats as I continued to wash the window. Pretty soon, my pink labia were hanging down between my legs, and I was getting excited. When the glass was clean enough that I could make out my own reflection, I was surprised at the sight of my nude body.

"Oh!" I gasped, and nearly had an orgasm right there on the porch.

Quickly, I hurried back to the pail of water and dunked my rag t-shirt, ringing it out with both hands. But as I walked across the porch, I realized I was growing more and more horny. My pussy was wet, glistening with my juices, and I wanted to make myself cum. I thought about asking the policeman for permission to relieve myself, but that would be too humiliating. Instead, as I stood in front of the next window, I squeezed the wet cloth dripping water between my tits.

As the beads of moisture trickled down my bare body, at least the water would mingle with my juices. I couldn't believe he got me out here totally naked, and now the cop was just watching me. The next window proved just as difficult to clean, with only my T-shirt and a bucket of now dirty water. It looked like I was making more streaks over the glass. I sort of felt embarrassed about not doing a good job.

Finally I tossed the wet cloth into the pail in frustration. I walked over to stand in front of the young policeman. Feeling completely helpless, I kept my arms at my sides. Although this left my nipples sticking out there and quivering.

"Look, I don't think this is working," I said in a regretful tone of voice. "I'm going to need some soap and a real sponge… and maybe dump the water somewhere and refill the bucket…"

He regarded me for a moment before smiling and said, "That's all right, ma'am. I do believe you have convinced me."

Blushing, I reached behind my head and tugged on my brunette ponytail. "Convinced you?"

"Yes, Miss Jenna," he drawled. "I think you proved you only had honest intentions here. I'm impressed with your determination to do a good job cleaning up this house. So I reckon I'll let you get back to work."

And just like that, the young man nodded his head and moved to walk past me. The short sleeve of his brown uniform shirt brushed my bare shoulder as he proceeded down the steps and off the porch. I turned around, stunned, completely amazed. I was free! This whole ordeal was over, and I had proven my innocence. Except, standing up here stark naked from head to toe, I didn't feel too innocent. In fact, I was feeling very naughty.

When the policeman had made it about half way down the driveway, I sprinted out across the wide front lawn. I wanted to head him off before he got into his police car. I think another truck passed down the road as I jiggled and bounced over the grass, but I didn't care. Reaching the passenger side door, I leaned my bottom against the panel and cupped my hands over my pussy and waited for him.

"Is there some other problem?" he asked, eyeing me curiously as he approached. "You shouldn't be out here so close to the road, without any clothes on at all. And nothing to cover up with."

Turning my head to look over my shoulder bashfully, I answered, "I know. I suppose you might have to write me up for indecent exposure…"

The young man considered. "I might. I'd probably have to take you down to the station…"

"Oh!" I gasped, bringing my hands to my mouth. "But… like this? I mean I'm just absolutely nude! Couldn't we work something out?"

"I don't know, Miss Jenna. What did you have in mind?"

Here, I slowly strolled completely around the vehicle until I was practically standing naked in the middle of the road. I then walked up to the driver side and placed my hands on the roof of the car. With my legs spread apart, I had to lift up on my bare toes, sticking my bare ass in the air. I would be so humiliated to be caught in this position, but I deserved it.

I twisted my head around to watch the policeman swing around the back of the car. "I… I need you to spank me?"

"I guess you have been a bit of a bad girl," he admitted as he positioned himself behind me.

He placed his hand on my back, and at first contact, my whole body tingled. Then he ran his fingers slowly down the curve of my back, causing my nipples to harden so much they hurt, and I knew my clitoris had poked out of its hood. As his hand moved closer and closer to my butt, the more turned on I was becoming, and I could already feel a climax building.

And then he started spanking me, fully nude, on the side of the road. He alternated between my butt cheeks, gently at first but then more firmly until my bottom was bright pink. It didn't take long for him to make me cum. Pretty soon, I was dancing on my toes and bucking my hips as I had a massive orgasm. I was vaguely aware of a car speeding past us. Or maybe slowing down to have a look…

"OHHHH YESSS!" I cried out in final release.

I spun around and leaned against the door, waiting to see if he would finish me off with some finger action. Certainly, my shaved pussy was opened up invitingly. But he was very polite, patiently waiting for me to catch my breath. I was so spent! The young man then suggested I should return inside and get dressed. He advised that I rest up before continuing any more work.

But first I told him to wait one more moment. He said that he really needed to be on his way, but agreed to wait. I turned around and ran back to the house, actually jogging around the side where I had been earlier cleaning up. I found my discarded shorts and sneakers, and brought these back to the cop.

"I'd like you to take these with you," I said shyly. "You know… like evidence, or something."

The young man scratched his head, and then opened the passenger side door. He took my clothes and tossed them on the seat. My shirt, of course, was ruined… wet and dirty and ripped behind recognition. So I didn't bother to bring that. The cop said good-bye and moved around to climb back in behind the wheel. He then drove off, leaving me standing on the side of the property in my birthday suit.

"Oh my Gosh!" I squealed, and ran back to the house, my breasts and butt bouncing like crazy.

Only to my great surprise, I found the front door locked! A search around the other entrances on the premises found them locked as well! If I had the key on me, it would have been… in my shorts! Lost in thought, trying to figure out what to do, I walked back toward the front yard, totally naked, my arms swinging lazily at my sides.

And then the friends of my friends pulled into the driveway in their pick-up truck…

THE END

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This story was posted by Helmhood at oneclickchicks.com forum on 2/03/2012.

Jenna and the Mailbox

It started out as a simple dare...

helmhood2: OK, so you slip out of your house in broad daylight with only the towel. You feel the warm air and the towel against your body. The mailbox is at the edge of the street.

daring_burlinski: I run quickly.

helmhood2: Holding the towel in front of you, your cheeks bounce deliciously behind you. There do not appear to be any cars around.

daring_burlinski: That’s a relief.

helmhood2: In fact, it seems so quiet on a Saturday afternoon, that you possibly didn't even need the towel. Unless, of course, someone is watching from a window.

daring_burlinski: I hope not. I don’t want to be known as the sl*t of the neighborhood.

helmhood2: And then, while you are thinking that, there does come the sound of a vehicle on the road. It is the mail truck, and it begins to slow down in front of your house.

daring_burlinski: Oh no! I better run back.

helmhood2: You turn around, but this means your bottom is exposed. Nevertheless, you are able to make it back to the front door. The only problem is, the door had closed behind you when you stepped outside, and is locked!

daring_burlinski: "Oh God," I think quickly and decide to check the windows.

helmhood2: There is a window that appears to be open. You might have to bend down to lift it up and then climb back inside.

daring_burlinski: That’s OK, anything is better than being stuck outside naked.

helmhood2: Well you do have your small towel. By standing up on your toes, you are able to raise the window high enough to fit through. Meanwhile, it sounds like the mailman has left his truck and is walking up to the house.

daring_burlinski: I scramble to get back inside the house.

helmhood2: Just as you tumble into the room, you hear the doorbell ring.

daring_burlinski: I drop the towel and put the robe on. It’s a relatively small robe, showing a bit of leg. I breathe a sigh of relief as I clutch my robe and head to the door.

helmhood2: When you open the door, the mailman is standing there. He can't help but lower his eyes to look at your feet and up your legs. Then he pulls out a clip board and says, "Excuse me, Miss, are you Jenna Burlinski?"

daring_burlinski: "Yes, sir, I am."

helmhood2: He smiles at you and pushes the board into your hands, along with a pen. "I need you to sign for a package." he tells you.

daring_burlinski: I sign my name and hand it back.

helmhood2: Continuing to look at your face, the man says, "It's funny... you know, just before... I thought I saw you outside the house."

daring_burlinski: "Oh, uh, nope. Not me."

helmhood2: "Are you sure?" he peers at you very closely. You can smell his aftershave, and see the details of his post office uniform. "The woman I think I saw had her hair in a ponytail, and was just wearing a towel. I hope I didn't come at a bad time for you."

daring_burlinski: "No, it wasn’t me. It’s fine." Trying to change the subject, I ask for my package.

helmhood2: Holding the clipboard, the mailman looks around, and then replies, "Would you believe, I left the box in the truck! I hate to go all the way down and bring it back here. Would you mind following me to the truck to take your package?"

daring_burlinski: "Uh, sure, I guess," I reply, sounding a bit annoyed.

helmhood2: He turns and starts to head down to the street, where his mail truck is waiting. A few other cars drive by, and some of your neighbors have just left their houses. He looks over his shoulder and says, "Really appreciate it. I'm kind of in a hurry."

daring_burlinski: "That’s fine," I mutter, but I’m actually looking around at my neighbors and feeling very exposed in this tiny robe.

helmhood2: One guy does not seem to notice. But a lady from across the street sees you, and she winks. By the time the time the mailman gets to the back of his truck, another car drives by and beeps its horn at you. Then the man pulls out a box.

"Looks like these are some dishes you ordered. Be very careful," he warns as he starts to hand the box to you.

daring_burlinski: I reach out and take the box, thanking the mailman and turn to rush back inside.

helmhood2: As you spin around, the watchful mail carrier sees a thread from the bottom hem at the back of your robe. He takes this between his fingers, and holds onto it, as you walk back toward the house. The thread starts to unravel behind you.

daring_burlinski: I don’t notice and continue walking.

helmhood2: The further you walk from the mailman, the more the thread of the robe comes undone. Halfway to your house, the robe has shrunk to your waist, leaving your round bottom bare on display. You have to hold the box of dishes with both hands in your arms.

daring_burlinski: I feel a breeze but just suspect the wind is blowing. I keep going, leaving my bare bottom exposed

helmhood2: The neighbor on one side of the house, who has gone down to check his own mail, now sees and looks at how your cheeks jiggle. The mailman has driven off in his truck, taking the line of thread with him. It rapidly unravels now, up your back and just beneath your breasts.

daring_burlinski: As my breasts come into view, I finally realize what is happening. I try not to panic, and I race to my door!

helmhood2: It is only a few feet. Yet you feel the sun on your rear, and lower back... and then your shoulders. The short robe has completely come apart, and the last thread is whipped away. Two of your neighbors are staring, and a car slows down in the road to see what is going on.

daring_burlinski: I rush through the door and slam it shut. Standing naked with the package, and leaning against the door. I can’t believe I’ve been nude outside on two separate occasions now!

helmhood2: Your juicy bottom squishes against the closed door. But you are safe in your house now. You can get dressed, or go to the kitchen to put away the new dishes.

daring_burlinski: Still high off the adrenaline, I am feeling very naughty. With my cheeks still red, I take the dishes into the kitchen.

helmhood2: Your bare feet pad across the kitchen tiles, and you can set the box down on the table next to the counter. Suddenly, the telephone rings.

daring_burlinski: I set the box down and go to answer the phone. "Hello?"

helmhood2: You hear a young man's voice on the other end. Perhaps a teenager, or maybe in early college. He asks, "Hello, is this Jenna? How are you today?"

daring_burlinski: "Um, yes this is Jenna. I’m fine."

helmhood2: "I'm calling from the video store," he goes on to explain. "I am sorry to bother you on a Saturday, and hope you were not in the middle of anything important."

daring_burlinski: "Um, no. It’s alright. I wasn’t doing anything."

helmhood2: "Cool," he says, thinking he likes the sound of your voice. "Anyway, I had to call to tell you the DVD you rented last week is past due. I can waive the fine, but I need you to bring it down right now."

daring_burlinski: "Oh my, I’m sorry! I’ll bring it down right away."

helmhood2: "OK, but you have to see me. My name's Chris." Then the young man hangs up the phone.

daring_burlinski: I rush into my room to put some clothes on. I don’t have much time. Luck would have it that it is laundry day and I don’t have many options. I grab the first pair of panties I see, which happen to be my Care Bear pair, and a sundress. I put them on, slip on some sandals, grab the movie and get in my car.

helmhood2: As you drive to the video store, you are not wearing a bra. Your nipples are poking out under the sundress.

daring_burlinski: I can feel the material of my dress against my nipples.

helmhood2: The dress is light and cool, while the care bear panties are snug around your hips. They dig in a little into your pussy and up your butt. Soon you arrive at the video store, which is not crowded for this time of the day.

daring_burlinski: I take the video and head inside.

helmhood2: When you walk in, you see a young man wearing glasses standing behind the counter. There are shelves and shelves of DVD titles here, and a television hooked up in the corner is playing a movie. No other customers appear to be around.

daring_burlinski: I walk up to the counter and find Chris.

helmhood2: "I'm Lenny," the young man tells you. "Chris is in the back. Can I help you?"

daring_burlinski: "Yes. I need to speak with Chris about returning this movie."

helmhood2: Lenny looks at the DVD, and shakes his head. "This is way past due, Miss. And it was a new release. There is going to be a fine, you know."

daring_burlinski: "May I please just speak with Chris?"

helmhood2: At that moment, a young man with short, sandy-blonde hair walks out and moves behind the counter.

"Hey, what's going on?" he looks over at you and asks, "Are you being helped?"

daring_burlinski: I ask "Are you Chris?"

helmhood2: "I am," and then he breaks into a smile. "You must be Jenna! Wow, this is amazing. When I called you before, I pictured in my head you sounded like a curvy brunette."

daring_burlinski: "Oh, uh… thanks? So you said you can help me with this return?"

helmhood2: "Oh, uh... yeah..." He looks down and sees the DVD on the counter. Chris is about to slide it away, when Lenny puts a hand on his arm.

"What did she mean, you were going to help her out? This DVD is past due."

daring_burlinski: I look at Lenny. "Chris said he wanted me to rush down so he could take care of the fine."

helmhood2: Lenny looks at you. He seems more like the store manager, even though he is about the same age as Chris, eighteen or nineteen. "That's curious that you say rush down here. Did you leave your house immediately... the second you hung up the phone?"

daring_burlinski: "Well, uh, no. I got dressed first."

helmhood2: Chris looks back at you, his eyes roaming up and down, as you stand in front of the counter. He taps the DVD case and then asks you, "So, were you wearing that pretty sundress when I called you before?"

daring_burlinski: “No, I put it on after…”

helmhood2: Then Lenny grabs the DVD away, and considers how much is owed on it. "Maybe we could work something out, Jenna. Since Chris told you he would take care of it, you probably did not bring any money."

daring_burlinski: I nod, realizing I didn’t even bring my purse.

helmhood2: Chris slowly runs his hand along the surface of the counter, as he starts to get an idea. Looking at your eyes, he tells you, "Remove the dress and place it here."

daring_burlinski: "What?! That's ridiculous, why would I do that?"

helmhood2: He shakes his head regretfully. "If you had come in here like the way you were when I called you, I could have probably waived the fine right away."

daring_burlinski: "But I was naked then..." I trail off as I realize what I just admitted.

helmhood2: The boys look at each other, unable to believe they heard you sat the words. Chris grins, "What was that, Jenna?"

daring_burlinski: "I... umm was naked..."

helmhood2: Lenny points a finger at you and says, "So now you stroll in here, and want to drop off a late DVD, without paying a fine. What kind of girl are you?"

daring_burlinski: "But Chris told me he would take care of it. I didn’t even ask for anything. I swear! "

helmhood2: After several minutes of discussion with the boys, a decision is reached. In the next moment, your sandals are on top of the counter. Along with the sundress and embarrassing Care Bear panties, and the DVD, which you obediently returned. Lenny and Chris let you choose another video so that you can hold the case in front of your pussy, and watch your bare bottom as you walk out the door.

THE END

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Jenna Goes Jogging
by helmhood

Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 1

It was Sunday morning, and I had just finished a light breakfast and was preparing to run some errands. I put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed my keys, then marched toward the front door of the house. To my surprise, I opened it only to find my neighbor, Timmy, waiting outside.

"Oh, um, hello…" I managed to greet the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, even though I was startled. "Just on my way, um, out…"

Timmy looked me up and down with kind of his usual leer and half-smirk, as I stood in the doorway. "Really, Jenna? I think that sounds like a good idea."

It was beautiful this morning, nice and sunny. I figured that was what he meant. Of course, I could think of some other things I would rather be doing than running errands. I grinned weakly at the boy and started to close the door behind me.

"Don't you normally go jogging at this time?" Timmy asked.

A little flustered, because I had not been keeping up as much as I should, I answered, "Well, yes, sometimes. How do you even know that?"

The teenager only smiled, and I imagined the most reasonable explanation was that he had watched me go jogging on previous Sunday mornings throughout the summer. The thought of him spying on me in my running shorts and tight top was kind of voyeuristic, and it made my cheeks blush.

"You're not properly dressed for a morning jog, Jenna," he informed me.

I looked down at the denim jeans I was wearing and a white tank top. Throwing on some worn leather shoes, I had just planned to hit the convenience store and the supermarket. Squeezing the car keys in my hand, I thought I should probably schedule a carwash as well.

Timmy started walking up to the front door, almost forcing me to back up into the house. "So let's get you changed!"

"Oh, but I really did have things I needed to do today, Timmy!" I protested, even as I turned around.

Unfortunately, this allowed the obnoxious teenager to place a bold hand on my rear end, pushing me further down the hallway. I scampered a little further ahead, while looking over my shoulder with a murderous glance. Somehow, we arrived in the living room.

"I'm shocked to hear you would skip running this morning," Timmy said as he reclined on a couch and stared up at me. "Your waistline is looking quite trim and narrow."

I self-consciously rubbed a hand over my stomach and replied, "Um, thank you. Oh, all right! I guess a half-hour jog won't mess up my day too bad."

"It will be at least an hour," Timmy corrected me. "Maybe longer."

"Whatever," I said and folded my arms across my chest.

The teenager continued to stare at me, now letting his gaze fall upon my legs. "How about some suitable running shoes? You know, sneakers. And no socks!"

"Fine!" I replied in a huff. "Wait here wile I go get changed."

Hurriedly, I moved down the hallway heading for my bedroom. It was a little embarrassing for Timmy to tell me how to dress, but I guess that was just part of our relationship. He could do much worse, I supposed.

Once inside my room, I closed the door, pausing to peek out and make sure the boy was not following. Then I kicked of the leather shoes I had been wearing. Reaching down, I peeled off one ankle sock, and then the other. Barefoot, I decided I would want a pair of sneakers that had a comfortable liner inside. At the bottom of my closet I found just the right fit, and they were cute too!

But first I had to remove these tight-fitting jeans. I bit my lip as I popped open the button. Like Timmy said, I had a small waist, but then my hips got very curvy. And my very round bottom, I thought, wiggling the denim material down to my thighs. They slipped the rest of the way off, and I picked the jeans up and tossed them on my bed.

I walked across my room to look through the dresser for a pair of shorts. Nothing too tight, I thought, which might give Timmy ideas. There was a red pair with double white stripes down the sides, and they were pretty comfortable. Normally I used them for working out or doing other exercises. I easily slid them on, pulling the drawstring in front tight and in place. Then I put the matching red sneakers on my feet.

The tank top, I figured, was good enough for jogging. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure I looked decent. Feeling confident, I walked out of my room to return to Timmy in the living room.

"OK, I'm ready to go," I announced with hands on my hips.

Timmy, still seated on the couch, viewed me up and down. "Don't you have a T-shirt, Jenna? One that comes down to about your bellybutton."

"Yes, I do, Timmy," I said, starting to feel a little warm.

"Go put it on," the teenager instructed me. "I want to see you jogging in that T-shirt."

Lowering my head, I could already feel my face blushing. Speechless, I don't know how to respond when he talks to me this way. I shuffled back down the hallway and entered my bedroom.

The shirt I had in mind was one with a cartoon print, from when I was younger. In the dresser drawer, I found a gray athletic shirt with a "Hello Kitty" face on the front. Putting this aside, I then gripped the bottom of my tank top so I could pull it off. The T-shirt, I knew, would be tighter so I would have to go without a bra. Reaching behind my back, I undid this and let the item fall to the floor.

For a moment, I stood in my bedroom bare-breasted. Shyly, I looked over my shoulder, making sure Timmy was not spying on me again. Before I could get myself worked up, I took the Hello Kitty shirt and pulled my head and arms through it. The fit was snug, as I expected, but the hem only came down to just above my bellybutton. I paused, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Now I was looking a little more sexy. Deciding to make the best of it, I stepped out into the hallway.

When I returned in front of my neighbor, I placed my hands behind my back, sticking out my chest. "How does this look?"

"Jenna Burlinski," the teenager addressed me like I was a little girl, even though I was ten years older than him. "I don't think you understand. I said I wanted to see you go jogging in that T-shirt."

Confused, I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, it is a little risky, but here I am wearing that T-shirt.

Timmy shook his head. "No, Jenna. I want you wearing that T-shirt, and nothing else."

I froze for a second. Then I brought my hands to my mouth in shock. What was he thinking!

"Take off the rest of your clothes," he told me, making himself very clear.

I didn't know how to respond. Bending one knee slightly forward, I just stood there in front of the teenage boy. Finally, I decided maybe he was kidding.

"Um, I guess I better get going," I said, hoping Timmy would take the hint and leave.

"You can keep your sneakers on, of course," my neighbor continued to explain. "But I want you to remove your shorts and underwear."

Growing more flustered, I asked, "But why?"

"It will be more fun to watch you jogging," Timmy answered, "if your bare bottom is bouncing around."

"That's not all that will be showing," I felt the need to point out.

My face blushing, I shyly folded my hands in front of my shorts, over my crotch. This was so embarrassing! The teenager seemed to enjoy teasing me, as he grinned and chuckled.

"You should be grateful that I am not making you go running stark naked," he remarked, acting as if he was doing me a favor!

"That's true…" I nodded my head nonetheless.

Timmy abruptly got up from the couch. His swift movement was meant to indicate he was finished playing around, and caught me a little off guard. I took a small step backward.

"Now go to your bedroom, Jenna, and come out when you are prepared for your morning run," he ordered with his arm stretched out, pointing down the hallway.

"Um… OK!" I mumbled, and then turned to hurry toward my room.

There were already numerous and conflicting thoughts going through my head. I knew I should not let him treat me this way, or encourage him to humiliate me further. But he was aware I that I have engaged in some daring adventures, and had evidence that could embarrass me even more. At the same time, once he had suggested the idea to me, I started to feel a little naughty as well. I desperately wanted to tell him no, yet could not believe how much control my neighbor had over me.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. My hand reached inside the front of my shorts, untying the drawstring. This allowed me pull them completely down my legs where I kicked them off my feet.

Then I stood up in the center of my room and proceeded to peel my panties all the way down to my ankles. More bashfully, even though I was alone, I stepped one foot and then the other out of my underwear. Standing up straight again, I gasped at the sudden feeling of how exposed I was!

I crept across the floor and opened the door enough to peek back down the hallway. Timmy would be pacing back and forth, waiting for us to get started. Each step would lead me closer to humiliation, and I savored the moment. Slowly, I returned to the living room.

When I stood before the teenage boy, I was naked from the waist down, and had to cup my hands over my pussy. "Timmy, you're not really serious, are you?"

He made a motion with his finger, urging me to turn around. I took a deep breath, and then let it out in a huff. Moving to face the opposite direction, I presented my rear, keeping my legs very close together. However I was aware that the little shirt I was wearing came only halfway down my back. That left a lot of my body exposed.

"What do they call it, Jenna, the state of undress you are in?" Timmy suddenly asked.

I looked down at my folded hands, and then shyly looked over my shoulder. "Um, I guess I would be considered bottomless, Timmy."

My neighbor chuckled and responded, "That's a funny term, as if you didn't have, or were without much bottom. Well from my viewpoint, I would say you have quite a lot of bottom going on!"

I blushed furiously, my face turning scarlet. After all, I knew my butt was very round and curvy, even as my waist was narrow. My bottom on display like this was just out there, a juicy inviting target. Self-consciously, I bent down a little at the knees, but that only made my bottom stick out more.

Timmy walked up behind me and slapped my ass, causing me to jump.

"Oooh!" I squealed, now reaching around to rub my cheeks.

"Come on, Jenna! We've wasted enough time, and it's getting late."

"All right, all right… let me just grab my keys!" I said, still unable to believe I was going through with this.

But Timmy shook his head. "That won't be necessary."

"Shouldn't we drive somewhere safe… and private?" I asked, tugging on my T-shirt, which did not provide any covering at all.

The teenager answered, "We don't need to take your car. You are going jogging!"

My eyes went wide at the realization of what he had in mind. "Timmy, I can't be seen running around the neighborhood like this."

"Take off your shoes," he then said to me.

"What?" I protested, while a shiver ran up my spine.

Timmy folded his arms and explained, "If you keep stalling, I am going to have you remove the few items you are still wearing."

"OK, OK! Let's just go!" I replied.


Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 2

To my surprise, I found myself hurrying past the boy, on my way to the front door. Timmy caught up with me, as I turned the doorknob. Before I could put up much fuss, I walked outside and closed the door behind me. The two of us started to move toward the sidewalk.

My head swiveled in each direction as I looked to my left and right. All I could think was… ohmygosh! Of course I kept my hands clasped over my crotch. But I was very aware of my exposure, and it felt like a breeze tickled my bottom. Luckily, there was no one immediately around. It was still Sunday morning, after all.

When we reached the edge of my property, Timmy paused then suggested, "Let's go to the elementary school."

I bounced on the toes of my sneakers as I thought about this. True, the school would be empty and I doubt there were any activities scheduled for today. But it was at least three blocks away, which seemed like a long way to be running without shorts or underwear!

"Start jogging," my neighbor demanded. "Or are you stalling for time, Jenna?"

I shook my head, causing my ponytail to whip back and forth. "No! It's just that, well, will you be jogging with me?"

Now Timmy shook his head. "Here is how we will do it. You jog to the end of the block, and wait there, while I follow behind. Then turn onto the next road and jog to the next block. Stopping at each corner until we get to the school, do you understand?"

Nodding my chin, I felt even more embarrassed the way he spoke to me like a little girl. I quickly turned around, which meant giving him a full view of my ass. But at least he would not see my pussy once I started pumping my arms. I hit the quiet sidewalk and started toward the end of my street and the next.

To my great shame, the sensation of jogging bottomless was delightful. I could feel my curvy rear end bouncing playfully, and I thought I was opening up, down there. But I dare not look. Instead, I glanced over my shoulder to see Timmy calmly strolling behind, his eyes roaming up and down.

All to soon, I reached the corner and had to wait for my neighbor. Again, I cupped my hands in front of my pubic mound. The trees overhead were lovely, but I had to keep an eye out for any cars or people. After a minute, Timmy reached me wearing a grin on his face.

"I told you it was a nice day for a jog," he laughed.

Hearing his voice made me feel nervous. The next drive would be the longest run until we reached the elementary school. There were sidewalks on either side of the street, and only two lanes between the houses on the block. A quiet residential area, but I was not sure how long my luck could hold out. I looked up at the bright blue sky, squinting in the early sunlight. And then I started jogging past the first house.

I was very aware of my surroundings. There was a car in one driveway. People were home. They could be watching me! These were my thoughts as I jogged past another house. Here, there were cardboard boxes laid out on the grass, waiting to be picked up by the local sanitation department.

Oh no! Did they make a run on Sundays? I froze in my tracks, and turned around, certain a truck and their crew would be rumbling down the road any second. But there was only Timmy, coolly following my footsteps, perhaps fifteen feet behind. My heart racing, I decided to keep jogging. I was afraid of making my neighbor unhappy, and he might confiscate more of my clothing.

As I continued down the sidewalk, my ears burning bright red did pick up the sound of a vehicle. It was coming from behind me! Slowing my pace a little, I remembered that the teenage boy was right in back of me. That meant the approaching car, if the driver looked in this direction, would see Timmy first.

I was surprised how much I had slowed down, even to a more moderate walking rate, when Timmy caught up and put his fingers on my butt.

"Keep jogging," he said, and teased the top of my bare ass.

That got me to jump! And I started to increase my speed. At that moment, a black sedan passed me on the other side of the road. There was a playful beep of the horn, but the car did not slow down. I figured it was just some guy who saw a curvy brunette jogging. But could he tell I was bottomless? As the car put more distance between us, I wondered if the driver looked in his mirror, would he see me in my short T-shirt showing my bellybutton… and my pussy?

I wanted to cover up so badly, and not being able to do so added to my embarrassment. But also, part of me wanted to touch myself. For the first time this morning, I realized this was turning me on.

Still, I continued to jog, my ponytail lifting up and down as my sneakers bounced in rhythm on the pavement. My round cheeks, too, jiggled and I could still feel Timmy's lingering touch. Across the street, I saw out of the corner of my eye, a woman leave her house to pick up the paper. Remember the teenage boy's advice to just act natural, I kept pumping my arms and stared straight ahead.

"Morning!" the woman called out to me from her house.

I did not respond, for fear of giving myself away. Maybe I could have been wearing an i-pod with an earpiece that she did not notice. From her point of view, she could only see my profile. I could have been wearing a thong, for all she knew. Hopefully, the woman would be more interested in collecting her paper and going back to her morning coffee!

Timmy followed behind, keeping an eye on me, I'm sure. He must have been very satisfied exposing me like this. I don’t know why he seemed to get so much fun at my expense. I don't know why I let him. As I continued to jog, I hoped he would be proud that I did not stop this time.

Finally, I reached the end of the block, and the corner where there was a stop sign. I put my hand on the metal post, cautiously peering in all four directions. When I slowly turned around, I found Timmy standing in front of me.

Catching my breath, I said to him, "This is really getting to be too much!"

"Really?" the teenager inquired, and then casually reach down to touch my pubic hair!

Ohmygosh… when I had spun around, I left my arms at my sides. This gave Timmy full access to my exposed area. My bush was trim, more like a patch, but he still wrapped a strand around his finger. It was a silent demonstration that he was in control. I was ashamed that my neighbor might find out how wet he was making me.

"Hmmm," Timmy continued. "I guess we can start by taking off your shirt, Jenna."

"Oh, no!" I managed to squeak between gasps.

The truth was, I was afraid to remove my top and show him how erect my nipples had become. Although I think he knew, as he stared at my chest, while gently teasing me just below my bellybutton. He gave a playful tug, and then released his hand, allowing me to turn around again.

"I'll be good," I called out over my shoulder, and began to jog down the road.

Concentrating on my surroundings again, I tried to keep an eye out for any cars heading in my direction. Occasionally I glanced behind me, my ponytail swishing over my shoulders, but there was nothing I could do about my bare backside. I think even more embarrassing would be if I crossed another pedestrian. How would I explain my condition?

Somehow, without incident, I reached the next intersection. I stopped there as instructed, and tugged on my T-shirt self-consciously. But it was too short. So this time, I lowered a hand discreetly over my pussy while I waited for Timmy to reach me. It seem like he was taking forever.

My nude hips still on display, I blushed, and said, "Well, we're at the corner of the school property… right across the street, there."

Timmy turned his head to acknowledge the black chain-link fence and the sidewalk that ran along it.

"So go ahead and cross the road," he told me.

Looking both ways, I then kept both hands between my legs, and hurried over the pavement. This was less jogging, and more of a hasty shuffle to get to the other side. Thankfully, it was still so quiet. I hugged the stop sign on the opposite corner, waiting for Timmy to join me.

I moved around, hoping to keep the post between us. "Is this as far as I have to go?"

"No, Jenna," my neighbor shook his head. "You’re going to keep jogging, onto the school grounds."

Bouncing nervously on the toes of my sneakers, I said, "Um… OK. Just a little further, then."

Carefully inching myself away from the stop sign, I had intended to continue along the north side of the elementary school. The fence overlooked an expansive field, and it seemed there was less chance of being seen along this road. But the teenage boy had other plans.

"I want you to continue your jog, going south." he instructed. "Further away from your home."

Nodding my head, I started in this direction down the sidewalk. I passed Timmy still standing on the corner, and tried not to think of him looking at me below the waist. But a breeze tickled my bottom, making me very aware of the bouncing of my bare globes. I pressed on, hoping this would all be over soon.

Looking to my right, I passed several houses across the street. One had a manicured lawn. Another had a flag in the front yard. They all seemed to have cars parked in the driveway. Sure enough, as I jogged opposite the third house on the block, the front door opened and a mother and her kids piled outside. I just kept running, hoping the family would not focus their attention in my direction.

I neared another home across the way, and this one had a high wooden fence around the property. My ears picked up a buzzing motor, and I realized that someone was mowing their lawn! To think, this fence was all that kept them from seeing me run past, half naked.

But with the distraction of the lawn mower, I almost did not hear the sound of a vehicle approaching from around the upcoming corner. There was not much room between me on the sidewalk, and the schoolyard fence. Instinctively, I crouched down as if I was taking a breather. Just in time, the car turned and rolled past me. I kept my head down, not able to spare a glance at the driver.

A minute later, I was back on my feet. Watching the distance I had already run down this block, the car was gone, but Timmy was still following. In fact, he was very near. I sprang forward, jogging the rest of the way to the corner.

"Why did you stop?" he asked once he caught up with me. "Did you have to squat to take a pee?"

"No, Timmy!" I answered truthfully, although completely humiliated.

Realizing then that I had disobeyed his instructions, I thought he was going to make me strip nude right here. Fearfully, I looked around, while gripping tight the hem of my T-shirt. Timmy grinned, staring at my uncovered front.

There was a section of the chain-link fence here that was open. It was a space that would allow us to enter onto the school property. An opening that we could penetrate. I caught Timmy's gaze, and quickly slapped my hands over my crotch.

"Let's go over to the playground," the boy suggested.

I looked across the field, toward the lot that was near the building. "Do you want me to jog over there?"

"I think you can take it slow now," Timmy said, and then motioned to the break in the fence. "After you."

Actually, my legs felt great from running, and I enjoyed the exercise. But if I did not keep jogging, then I would have stretch out somewhere. The thought of doing it bottomless, had my heart racing!

Still, I walked quickly over the grass. It was Sunday, so there was no sign of students or teachers. And the closer we moved toward the school, the further we were away from the roads and cross streets. I swung my arms easily at my sides. But it was nevertheless embarrassing to have Timmy along next to me. I felt like I was being led on a leash.

"Well, here we are!" I said a bit breathlessly, once we arrived at the playground equipment.

On the sandy lot, there was a swing set and some monkey bars. I shyly covered myself again while facing Timmy, waiting to see what he would do. To my surprise, he went over and had a seat on one of the swings.


Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 3

Cautiously, I followed and stood in front of him. After a few minutes passed between us, I shifted my legs so that my feet were about shoulder-width apart. I slowly reached down, bending at the waist but not my knees, and touched my sneaker with both hands.

"Timmy," I said as I raised my eyes to look up at him. "Timmy, I need to stretch my muscles, to keep from getting a cramp."

The boy leered at me. "So do some stretching exercises."

I blushed, thinking about the positions that would put me in, and without wearing shorts or panties! Already, in this pose, my butt was sticking out behind me and kind of lifted in the air. If anybody had walked in back of me, they would certainly have an interesting view.

"Are you going to watch?" I asked timidly.

It felt so good, holding my hands clutched around my ankle. I didn't want to move. I could feel the tension easing from my body. But there was also another kind of tension, which was growing between my legs.

The teenager pushed himself back on the swing, and then came forward. The metal links squeaked as if protesting a boy of his age playing on the elementary school equipment. He dropped his feet to the ground and abruptly brought himself to a stop.

"I have a better idea," Timmy said.

Slowly, I straightened, remembering to hide my crotch as the teenager jumped off the swing and walked toward me. I trembled a little, being so very exposed in broad daylight, and wondering what he meant. He moved past me, but since I stayed facing forward, I imagined he would be looking at my rear. Again I separated my legs and placed my hands on my hips, preparing to bend at the waist.

"Come over here to the monkey bars," my neighbor called out from behind me.

Glad to be spared some more embarrassing exposure, I quickly turned and scampered across the lot. There I stood in front of Timmy once more. Keeping one hand lowered, I used the other hand to tug my brunette ponytail over my shoulder.

With a gesture toward the metal bars, he said, "Jenna… you can loosen up by climbing on these bars."

I let out a small gasp. It was true, however, I would have a chance to stretch my arms and legs. Hesitantly, I reached out to curl my fingers around the pole that was driven into the ground.

"I think it would be easier, if you take off your shoes first," Timmy continued.

"My shoes, huh?" I lowered my head to look at my feet.

The sneakers were snug and comfortable, and great to run in. But now that I was about to climb these monkey bars, I supposed it would be all right. With a little effort, I was able to pop my heel out of one shoe and then kicked it off. Then I did the same with the other sneaker. This left me standing before Timmy, completely barefoot.

There was a rung on the side, which I swiftly stepped over to and got a foothold. My toes curled around the cold steel. It was a delightful and unexpected sensation. I hoisted myself up, grabbing the first of the bars that were placed overhead. Reaching out an arm, I let my fingers wrap around the next bar and swung out. Quickly taking the same bar with my other hand, I dangled with my feet off the ground.

Stretching out my hand, I continued to kick and swing to each rung until I was in the middle of the set of monkey bars. I was fully stretched out from head to toe, and could feel the muscles in my legs soothing, as well as my butt and lower back. Suddenly aware of the extent of my nudity, I dropped my chin to see the athletic T-shirt had ridden up to just beneath my breasts. I was totally vulnerable!

"Oh, Timmy!" I moaned, knowing he was getting the best view of my pussy he had all morning.

I grunted, kicking my bare legs, and slapped a hand on the next rung. In this fashion, I continued to swing across the bars in my bottomless state. I was so humiliated, but at least when I got to the other side, I could get down and try to regain some modesty.

Timmy had already moved to the opposite end, placing his foot on the lower rung and crossing his arms over his chest. Even as he shook his head, I stopped and dangled in front of him.

"Jenna, I would like you to now hang upside down from the bars," he instructed.

"Hang upside down?" I asked in disbelief. I raised my head to where my arms were stretched above. "Oh my! O don't know if I can…"

It did sound like fun, though challenging. I managed to switch the positioning of my hands, thus turning myself around. Timmy was now seeing my naked bottom. But now that I thought about it, my arms were getting tired. This would be a chance to give them a rest. I was afraid what would happen if I simply dropped to the ground.

I began to swing back and forth, building up some momentum. Then I kicked out a leg and reached for a bar with my toes. Now I was glad Timmy made me take off my sneakers! When I was able to hold myself in this position, I kicked out my other leg. It took some wiggling around, but I was able to push forward and hook the back of my knees over the steel bar. I felt like a gymnast, and let go of the other bar my hands were holding.

"Wheee!" I giggled, in spite of myself, as I hung there.

My whole world had turned upside down. I was vaguely aware of Timmy approaching underneath the monkey bars. I let my arms dangle; my fingers did not even reach the ground. Behind my head, my ponytail fell straight down. It must have looked very odd.

Timmy walked up to me, his eye about level with my crotch. My heart started beating faster. Not only vulnerable, I realized I was completely helpless!

The teenager, tall and lanky, crouched down until his face was in front of my face. "Hello, Jenna."

"Um, hi Timmy," I answered. "What… what are you going to do?"

My arms stretched out beneath my head, I wiggled my fingers in apprehension. I was nervous. And I was excited.

Timmy softly poked my stomach, causing me to let out a swift intake of air. I had been holding my breath. He traced his finger around my bellybutton, and far above me, my bare toes curled. The boy's hand moved lower, which now meant closer to me breasts. And then he plucked my grey T-shirt between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh! What are you doing?" I squeaked.

He now grabbed my top with both hands, and started pulling it toward the ground. Gravity had already lowered it quite a bit, and soon my bare breasts were exposed. But Timmy did not stop. With my arms conveniently dangling below my head, he was able to slip the shirt inside out, rolling it over my face.

"Mmmph" I gave a muffled cry.

But Timmy continued to work the fabric, first off my head and then down my arms. It took very little effort from him to drop the T-shirt past my hands. It fell to the ground, where the boy quickly snatched it up.

I was suspended upside down on the monkey bars, fully naked!

"Timmy, my clothes!" I was finally able to gasp. "I'm… I'm not wearing anything!"

The words sent a shiver through my entire body. All I could do was hang there, leaving everything out in the open. My nipples were already quite erect.

As he stood up, all I could see was my neighbors pant legs. He was standing right in front of me, so close. Then I felt his hands on my curvy hips, running up and down the sides of my body.

"Mmhmmm," I closed my eyes and moaned.

At the same time, I was very ashamed. I knew the young man would take this opportunity to explore every inch of me. And what a position I was in! My fists clenched and unclenched, as he started to touch my pussy.

"Jenna, have you started to cum?" he asked, as if startled.

"No… not yet," I replied in a tone of voice, pleading with him not to embarrass me further.

Again he teased my patch of pubic hair. Perhaps I should have shaved today, but that would have only made me feel more nude. Then he used two fingers to gently spread apart my lips. Upside down, my hips bucked a little as he pinched the sensitive folds of skin. He was looking right down, into my most intimate area!

"Aaaah!" I gasped feeling very close to orgasm.

Timmy cupped his hand over my wet pussy and began gently massaging. He moved his hand around so that his thumb rested on my clitoris. He pressed down and rubbed it in a circle.

"Ooooooh…. Yesssss!" I nearly screamed in pleasure.

I had never had an upside down orgasm before. And this was only the first wave. Or so I thought.

Suddenly, Timmy took away his hand and stepped back to watch me. I was twisting on the monkey bars, my body flushed with shame and arousal. Straining, I tried to lift my head to see myself better. I tried to lift my arms to keep playing, but I could only lift them high enough to squeeze my breasts. I felt so weak.

"I think it's time for you to climb down, Jenna," the teenager said.

After a moment to catch my breath, I whispered, "I don't think I can…"

As if annoyed that he would have to help me, Timmy walked up to me again. His face was almost practically in my crotch. This time, he wrapped his arms around my waist. First, however, he took a handful of my bottom and squeezed.

"Oh!" I squealed in reaction.

"Now here," the teenage boy explained. "Release your legs, and I will hold you so you don't fall."

"But, Timmy," I protested. "Your hands will be all over me!"

My neighbor looked up at the monkey bars and said, "I can go around and tickle your feet until you drop to the ground… or I could just leave you hanging here."

"You wouldn't!" I gasped, hiding my nipples with my hands.

He waited a moment, perhaps thinking about heading home. I watched him upside down as he considered the possibilities. Then Timmy stepped forward again putting a hand on my hip. He casually walked around to stand behind me.

"Where… where are you going?" I tried to turn my head around.

The teenager slapped my bare bottom!

"Ouch!" I cried in disbelief, being spanked naked on the school playground.

He would spank my cheeks a few more times. It would sting, but part of me found it pleasurable. Then he slid his arm between my legs so he could briefly stroke my pussy. Timmy was alternating between punishing me and exciting me!

"Oooh," I responded to his touch, much to my humiliation.

"All right, Jenna, time to go," He said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. "And this time, I mean it."

By now I was almost in a daze, and I answered, "OK."

While he held me in place, I slowly lifted one of my lower legs to the sky, off the steel rung. I started to bend my leg forward, and raised the other one as well. Gently, Timmy maneuvered me, able to twist and put my feet on the ground. I was impressed with how strong he was, and secretly more than a little turned on.

"Wow…" I giggled, taking a few off-balance steps.

I was dizzy, and it took a moment to orientate myself standing up once more. Then I saw Timmy staring at me, and I held an arm across my breasts while lowering the other hand to cover my crotch. Bashfully, I rubbed the toes of one foot behind my other leg.

"Soooo, I guess I can get dressed now?" I asked in a southern drawl.


Jenna Goes Jogging - Part 4

In reply, the teenager turned and walked back over the lot. First he collected my sneakers, and then picked up my Hello Kitty T-shirt. He strolled around me again, I guess so he could look at my butt. I stayed facing forward, but peeked over my shoulder.

"Not a chance!" Timmy finally answered.

He made me walk around to the front of the school, naked. Fully naked, as I was reminded when my bare feet moved silently over the grass and as I hugged my body, rubbing my bare shoulders. A few cars passed down the road, but we stayed close to the building.

"Timmy, I don't understand," I said after we proceeded up the concrete path to the main doors. "It's Sunday. The school will be locked."

I stood there in the nude, Timmy with what little items I had been wearing, now tucked under his arm. With his free hand, he put a finger under my chin and lifted up my head. As I reflexively dropped my arms to my sides, my nipples pointed right at him.

"Maybe," he grinned mischievously, and then shoved the entrance door open. "Maybe not!"

"Oh!" I nearly jumped, startled by the sound of the swinging door. "I wonder why that would be… Timmy! Someone must be here! The janitor or the principal, or some teacher!"

"Well you see, Jenna, I don't care." my neighbor replied coldly.

He then explained that we wanted me to run through the hallway, to the other side of the building. The boy would meet me outside on the north end of the school property. Then, he said, I could go home.

"Can I at least put my sneakers and shirt back on?" I asked submissively. "It's bad enough my bottom will be jiggling like crazy, and my bare…"

That earned me a tickle of my pussy. I closed my eyes as Timmy brought me close to the edge. He then said no, that I had to run through the school as I was, stark naked.

Now, on top of being embarrassed, I was very horny. The door had closed again, so I had to shyly push it open and peek down the corridor. It did seem very quiet, but I know someone had to be here in order to unlock the school. Still, there were no classes in session, so if I was careful, it should be safe. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see Timmy watching my backside, and then he started to walk around the building. I was on my own.

Fully bare, I entered the school. I was immediately treated to a new sensation as the bottom of my feet found the cool waxed tiles of the floor. I don't think I had ever been barefoot in this elementary school before. And now here I was, with every bit on display.

Thinking of that, I used my arms and hands to cover my breasts and pussy, even though no one seemed to be around. Very quietly, I tiptoed a few feet forward. When I reached an intersection, I turned my head left and right, my ponytail swishing across my neck. I concentrated very hard to listen for any voices.

The place seemed very still. Self-consciously, I reached a hand around to rub my bottom where Timmy had slapped me. Perhaps the custodian was busy in the boys or girls restrooms, getting them clean for Monday morning. This would be my chance to act.

I ran down the rest of the hallway, my breasts flopping up and down in front of me. The way my body was reacting, part of me felt deliciously naughty. I was almost glad Timmy had taken all my clothes. But part of me was embarrassed. And if anybody saw me, I would be so humiliated!

As I approached the opposite exit of the elementary school, I walked backward the last several feet. I guess I was so concerned with someone sneaking up behind me, catching me by surprise. Maybe I was ashamed of my bare bottom, as round as the full moon. I was straining so hard to hear other voices or footsteps, I jumped a little when my butt touched the door.

"Ooooh!" I let out a small gasp.

Timmy would be waiting for me outside. He would get to see my nude body again. I had already gotten used to not having him leer at me these past few minutes, that I suddenly felt butterflies in my tummy. Clutching my hands to my breasts, I used my bottom to ease open the door, which swung outward.

"All right, Timmy, I'm ready to go home!" I called out as I emerged from the school building.

There was something strange as I stepped out into the fresh air. I had not turned around yet, but my ears were burning red, a shiver went down to my toes, and my skin was all tingly. A sound of group chatter hit me like a buzz, and then only hushed whispers.

I turned my face to look over my shoulder, to see dozens and dozens of people on the school property!

Parents and little kids, teachers, too… probably everyone who would be involved in a school orientation or some kind of activity was gathered in the parking lot. I spun around on my heel, keeping my knees together, and cupping my hands between my legs.

"She's naked!" a little voice called out.

"Ohmygosh!" I squealed.

Instead of running back inside the school, all I could think of was, where was my neighbor who had set me up and tricked me! When I could not find Timmy, I ran forward, keeping my hands strategically placed to avoid showing too much. However, as I started to move through the crowd, they all got a look at my ass! Most people were just as shocked, some trying to shield their children's eyes. But a couple of younger women, new teachers I guessed, winked as I passed. One even reached out and pinched me!

Greatly outnumbered, I also happened to run near the only guy who was on the teaching staff. He looked like he was in his early twenties, probably just out of college. The young man seemed pleased watching me bouncing around trying to escape.

Finally, I made it out of the crowded parking lot, and crossed the fence onto the wide grass field. The further I put the school behind me, the better, I reasoned. Although, I would still have to figure out a way to get home.

Timmy was waiting for me at the edge of the chain-link fencing, right on the edge of the road. He grinned and seemed quite satisfied. I paused to catch my breath, my heart still beating fast, while looking around nervously.

"We timed that perfectly," the teenager said. "You walked out of the school just after the parent teacher association showed up for their class function."

"I had no idea…" I admitted, embarrassed that I had been tricked this way. "So can I have my stuff back now?"

Timmy held my shirt in one hand, the sneakers clutched together in his other, and asked, "Why, Jenna? I thought you enjoyed streaking the neighborhood in your birthday suit!"

"No…" I tried to remain modest, but only lifted my hands to squeeze my breasts. "All those people saw me! If I don't cover up soon, I think I'm going to… I'm going to cum!"

The teenager just smiled, and slung my little shirt over his shoulder. He then started to walk away, leaving me totally naked on the side of the road. A car drove by and honked its horn. Timmy turned around just as I was about to stroke myself down there.

"Well, you should have an interesting jog home, Jenna!"

THE END

[underdog_13]

This story was posted at the old ASN forums.

The Grumpy Cheerleader (01/01/2014)

The Grumpy Cheerleader - Part 1 (01/01/2014)

I was a high school cheerleader for only one year. Actually, it wasn’t even a full year, just the beginning during football season. I don’t know how I made the squad, but one of my friends talked me into trying out. Although I liked sports, I never considered myself the athletic type. And I had kind of a curvy figure. But I guess that didn’t matter.

So I joined the junior varsity cheer girls and found myself going along with the routines. Not as experienced as some of the others, I never thought I was anything special, just managing the basics. A brunette, I didn’t think I stood out like some of the blondes who seemed to get all the attention. The one thing that did stand out was my personality, which was unlike the typical perky cheerleader.

“Jenna, you’ve got to be more supportive of the team!” Mandy, the head cheerleader was always telling me.

It was true. I discovered that our school football team was very inconsistent, and I did not disguise when I was unhappy with their performance. While the other girls would be enthusiastic during a game, even if our side was losing, I would have a hard time getting worked up. It reached the point where I was critical of the football players, and this really seemed to annoy them. In fact, once I was scolded by the coach in front of everyone at practice when I suggested that perhaps he should be removed. It was embarrassing, but I was convinced there were issues with the play-calling. And the defensive line… and the running game as well. My complaints went on and on throughout the season.

Well, it turned out our school’s team did have a very big game for the divisional title. Like I said, they were inconsistent. They had won their share of games, but lost just as often, which was infuriating. Now they had a tie-breaker scheduled with our rival high school. While everyone was super excited and hyped up, I couldn’t help but feel a bit pessimistic. The whole school made a big deal about it, but I was certain to let people know I thought we would lose.

Finally, the night of the game arrived. The crowd was festive, and there was also tension in the air. It was the nervousness of the fans and also the members of the cheer squad who glowered at me throughout warm-ups. As if I had better be on my best behavior. I caught glances from some of the football players as well. Deep down, I thought they respected me for my appreciation of the game, and pointing out their flaws.

I had my hair pulled back tight, with a ponytail falling down my neck. Some of the other girls were wearing cute pigtails, and a few let their hair fall loose about their shoulders. We were dressed in the orange and black of our school colors, with pleated skirts and tops that were like tank-tops, leaving our arms bare in the mild weather. White sneakers and white ankle socks completed our cheerleader uniforms.

The game started, and our home crowd let out a thunderous roar. I rolled my eyes, but nevertheless played the part, following along with the opening routine to greet the team. After that, it was all over. Not even close. By halftime, our guys were down twenty points, and I was being loudly critical. I even made accusations about the high school officials. Mandy did her best to keep chipper and try to rally everyone. But one look in my direction, and I could see that she was displeased with my lack of spirit. Oh well, I thought.

The score ended as a blowout.

As the crowd of parents, teachers and students dispersed, I tried not to look smug. Really, I wasn’t happy about it. The whole season, I had wanted the team to do well, but I just kept seeing these stupid mistakes. I guess I was only being realistic, and not wanting to get my hopes up when I predicted the disastrous loss.

Because of the disappointment, school officials did not give the athletes a hard time when they lingered around the field after everyone had gone home. Our cheer squad stayed behind too, and soon it was just us hanging out late into the night. I realized why, when one of the football players broke out cases of beer. Sitting around me on the bleachers, were nine other cheerleaders, although this included the three rare guys who were part of the squad.

Opposite us on the field were a dozen of the players. A number of them were the boyfriends or going out with the cheer girls. I wasn’t seeing anyone at the time.

The mood was kind of dark, with them all sitting around dejected. After a while had passed, for some reason I started to rip into the quarterback. I didn’t have anything to drink, so it’s not like the alcohol was making me bold. I just felt like criticizing him in front of the others.

Next to me, Mandy tugged on one of her blonde pigtails and said, “Let up, Jenna. They had a rough game.”

“I’ll say!” I quipped sharply and continued my rant at this big eighteen-year-old.

His name was Ben, and surprisingly, he turned to me with this look on his face. “Jenna, you might be cute, but I’ve had just about enough of you!”

For a brief moment, there was a pause as everyone looked in our direction. Some of the girls were shocked that he had called me out, and I noticed the guys on the sidelines were breaking into wide grins. Did he just call me cute? My own mind started to whirl, a bit caught off guard, and not at all certain of his intentions or what he meant. I watched as he started to get up off the ground, definitely I was now hearing some laughter. That was my signal to move.

“Hey, wait…” I reacted by holding out a hand.

At the same time, I climbed to my feet and started backward, up the outdoor bleachers on the field. Ben was approaching slowly so I lifted my legs carefully, trying not to stumble and embarrass myself. The other girls were laughing and teasing, saying stuff like how he was gonna get me. I didn’t know what they were suggesting. Suddenly, the faces of the other guys lit up, realizing the possibility for some fun. I took a couple more steps higher, as Ben kept coming forward. The chase was on!

The cheerleaders made room for the big quarterback to get through. Just like that, the mood of depression had lifted, everyone was whistling and hollering. But I turned and started climbing toward the higher bleachers where no one was sitting. Because he was also clamoring over the spaces between the seating, I knew I could put some distance between us. The question was, where would I go from there?

When I reached near the top, I spared a second to look back at the scene. The girls and guys from my cheerleading squad were looking back up and waving. The football players on the field had stood and raised their arms, beers in hand. And not too far behind me, Ben was like an oncoming train, covering more ground. I scampered across the bleachers, and saw that my only way out was to climb down and maybe run across the field.

I don’t know why my heart started beating faster. Of course the team and the cheerleaders were mad at me, but I had not considered the consequences of being a poor sport. At least in my eyes, I was only being honest. And now I was being chased. The thought was kind of wild, making the skin on my bare arms tingle.

Once again, I navigated my way down the tiered seating, this time further away from the others so I would be along the edge of the bleachers. Ben was still in pursuit. I had to step over paper bags, plastic bottles, and other garbage left behind by the spectators. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, the stands were pack with a huge crowd roaring and groaning as they watched the game. Now there were only the twenty of us out late at night on school property.

I hit the grass of the sidelines, casting another glance over my shoulder. The girls waved their pompoms in my direction. One boy shouted in a megaphone. The other football players chugged beer and encouraged their quarterback. He was nearly on me, leaping over the sports field seating and causing me to run faster.

“Jenna! Jenna!” I heard my name chanted as I crossed onto the football field.

But they were not cheering me. Instead, it was more like the others were taunting and naming me as the target of this game. When I looked back, I saw the guys from the team start after me as well. Eleven huge young men began rushing. It wasn’t the whole football team, but it almost felt like it. I knew I could never outrun them. These guys were athletes, looking for some fun at my expense. I just kept running.

By the time I reached the thirty-yard line, the first few boys had passed me. They weren’t going to tackle me, I realized, that would be too rough and I might get hurt. Instead, they ran ahead of me… and then turned with the intention of blocking me! They were going to set up a defensive perimeter, cut off my escape. Too late, I nearly fell into the arms of a big strong guy. He lifted me off the ground, and then laughing, put me down again.

Dazed at first, I looked around only two see two other linebackers on either side of him. They had formed a wall in front of me. I spun around and started back in the other direction, back toward the bleachers and mocking laughter. But then the rest of the players reared up, essentially cutting off that path. These guys were making a circle around me. A wide circle, that I had room to run back and forth, but could not get through.

The football players were not dressed in their gear. After the dismal game, they had headed back to the locker room to shower and change. They had been hanging out with us later in casual clothes, jeans and shorts and such. Some of these guys were really good-looking. The cheerleaders, however, had remained on the field all night. I was still in my orange and black uniform. I could feel them watching me as I spun around.

Needless to say, the boys made comments and teasing remarks that had me blushing. I was so flustered that I backed into one young man behind me. Raising my head, I looked up and saw it was Ben the quarterback.

“Hello, Jenna,” he said with a wolfish grin as he started to move his fingers to my waist.

“Oh!” I gasped and prepared to break free, to run away from him.

There was the sound of fabric tearing, and material swishing past my hips. I ran into the middle of the twelve football players who were looking at me with great interest. I felt a breeze on my legs and thighs.

One of the other guys smiled and said, “Well, what do we have here?”

I looked down, and then looked back at Ben in disbelief. He was laughing and holding my pleated cheerleader skirt! This left me standing, surrounded by the players, with my panties on display. Not just any panties. They were my little Care Bear underwear that I had picked out tonight because I did not take the game seriously.

“Give that back!” I squealed, horribly embarrassed.

As I approached the much taller quarterback, he simply rolled up my skirt and tossed it to one of the other players, letting it sail over my head. I spun around and dashed toward the guy who now held it teasingly. When I was near his side of the players, I felt a hand swat my bottom. Then the waistband of my panties was snapped playfully. They really were quite snug on my rear end, which was round and bouncing.

The guy raised his arm high, keeping the skirt away from me. I knew there was no way for me to reach it. Slowly, I backed toward the middle of the circle. Looking around nervously, over my shoulder and side to side, the young men just pointed and laughed. I know I had been a bitch, and they were just getting revenge. I tugged on my cheerleader top as best I could, but all eyes were staring at my lower body.

“What are those?” one of the football players finally asked.

The Care Bear panties were so inappropriate for a girl my age in high school. I was humiliated. I explained that I never do any high kicks or jump around a lot, so I didn’t think anyone would see. Now twelve older teenagers had caught me in the childish underwear. Someone in the group mentioned sarcastically that they noticed I was less than enthusiastic about my cheers. This was a stark reminder of why everyone was annoyed at me to begin with.

The Grumpy Cheerleader - Part 2 (01/01/2014)

Ashamed, I knelt down in the grass and it felt good to be off my feet for a moment. The boys had chased me to the middle of the football field where they now surrounded me. It was like they formed a huddle around me. I tried to keep my panties covered as best I could. Ben told me to lie on my back. Thinking to myself what it would be like to be tackled to the ground, their hands all over my body, I reclined and stretched out my legs.

The whole time, both of my hands gripped the hem of my shirt in little fists, pulling it as down as far as possible. I didn’t want to tear it at the shoulders. I looked up at the players moving closer. My heart was beating faster. It wasn’t so much fear, although I was a little scared, I felt embarrassment and excitement, and butterflies in my tummy. Then I saw Ben standing in front of me.

He reached down with his long arms, and picked up my foot by the heel, lifting my leg higher. Obviously an expert in sports fitness, it was like he was a trainer helping me with stretching exercises. My face blushed as I kept the shirt tugged over the crotch of my panties. In the meantime, Ben started to untie the laces of my sneaker. I watched mesmerized, breathless, as he wiggled the soft shoe and popped it off my foot.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?” I gasped.

His fingers continued to work the white sock at my ankle, rolling it down shortly, over my heel and then off completely. Ben had one hand on my shapely calf and in his other hand, held my bare foot. I tried to keep my leg straight for him.

“What plump little toes,” he teased while pulling and touching them lightly.

The young man traced a finger down the sole of my foot, causing me to shiver. And then he did something I did not want to happen. He tickled me. The quarterback tickled my bare foot in front of the other players. It made me giggle. And that made it seem like I was enjoying this. In truth, I was growing more embarrassed by all the attention.

Yet I found myself slipping into a sort of daze as he lowered my leg to the ground. I pulled my knee up so I could feel the manicured grass between my toes. Ben took my other foot, untying the laces and removing the sneaker. He pinched the tip of my sock and tugged it right off. I was now completely barefoot in addition to having lost my skirt. But the boys weren’t going to stop.

Behind me, one of the players propped me up, a hand on my ponytail gently lifting my head and then my back. The next thing I knew, I was pulled to my feet, strong hands underneath my arms. These guys were all big and much taller than me. I looked at my sneakers and socks on the field, even my cheerleader skirt had been discarded. The hands gripped my tank-top like shirt and raised it for everyone to see.

There were whistles when my tummy came into view. And of course my little girl panties were totally exposed as I raised my own arms, unintentionally cooperating.

“Mmmmph,” I gave a muffled cry when I realized what was happening.

The orange and black top was pulled over my head and off, leaving me in only a bra and panties. I swiftly lowered my arms and hands for some modesty, while starting to search for a place to run. The football players were stripping me!

A guy behind me found the clasp of my bra. All I could do was peek over my shoulder with full pouting lips as he used two hands to unhook it. At that point, I ran forward, feeling the loose straps against my bare back. However, there were only more of them in front of me. I was so outnumbered and being humiliated further by the second. A grinning teenager took my wrists, and easily moved them away from my chest. The bra was then snatched, pulled off my shoulders and arms.

“Oh!” I gasped in shock from the sudden exposure.

Immediately, I danced backward, crossing my arms again to cover my smaller breasts. I wanted to hide my nipples. In the middle of the players, I was just wearing panties leaving little to the imagination about the shape of my curvy figure. As I looked around, I noticed the bright lights on the football field and realized they would be able to see every inch of me.

I felt a hand on my supple back. The boys made all sorts of comments about what nice skin I had, or, I should play in a shirts versus skins game. Rubbing, the hand moved lower until fingers curled around the waistband at the back of my panties.

“Please don’t,” I murmured, knowing that the embarrassing underwear was my last piece of clothing.

“Sorry, Jenna, you brought this on yourself,” Ben laughed as he came around to stand before me.

My hands were occupied, both of them cupping my tender breasts. So there was no preventing if something should happen. With wide eyes, I watched as the quarterback gave a signal to his teammate behind me. The cotton of the Care Bear panties lifted off my butt, and then they were whisked down my legs. So forcefully, it seemed, I had to skip on my toes as the item was separated from me.

I quickly turned around, unwittingly showing Ben my bottom. The other guy now waved my panties like a trophy, like the prize these players thought they deserved. One of my arms, I lowered so I could use a hand to discreetly hide my pussy.

I was completely naked!

The sound of the other players enveloped me, cheering and laughing, making loud wolf whistles. I knew the girls and rest of my cheer squad on the bleachers could hear. If only they saw what was going on! I blushed, and felt compelled to move. As I slipped past the line of the young men, someone grabbed my ass. It seemed each one had a chance to feel me. Sometimes multiple hands would reach around and jiggle both cheeks. This would be followed by a loud smack!

There was simply no way for me to get beyond the circle of the football team. Soon, I found myself held facing forward, arms pulled apart. I squirmed a little, but let the guys look at the front of my body where a rosy blush was spreading. My hard nipples were flicked as a matter of curiosity. Someone else caressed my stomach. Although there was no penetration, they enjoyed teasing me about my bush. Fingers ran through and brushed the pubic hair softly. I began to moan and feel my arousal building.

“All right, how should we finish her off?” I heard one guy ask.

Ben, the team captain, thought for a moment and said, “I have an idea. Go ahead and pick up Jenna, and follow me.”

One of the burly linebacker types hoisted me naked over his shoulder. I felt supported by his broad arm, while my head and own arms dangled behind him. My legs and feet hung down in front. So as he walked forward, my bottom would be presented, sticking up in the air. I could feel myself bouncing as I was carried like a sack over his shoulder, marching toward the bleachers.

“You can’t take me there like this!” I managed to protest.

I watched as the football field faded, my clothes still scattered on the ground. My cheerleader uniform and underwear, sneakers and socks… everything that had been taken off me. But the strongest reminder of my nudity was when the guy carrying me struck my bottom with his other hand. I had been kicking my legs and feet, putting up a minimal struggle.

“Ouch!” I squealed as the other players laughed.

Another SMACK! made me go quiet. His fingers lingered on my butt, first squeezing the cheek, and then pulling it to the side. I could feel how my cheeks jiggled. My toes curled as I felt the night time breeze tickle me in between.

I knew we were approaching the bleachers when I heard all the laughter and more surprised exclamations coming from the cheerleaders. My bouncing eyes saw white chalk on the field. We had passed into the sidelines. All the football players, and me, came to a stop. At Ben’s instruction, my new friend lowered me to the ground, but still had a firm grasp on both my upper arms.

Facing the linebacker, I looked up into his eyes and had to stand on my toes in the grass. Ben came around and grabbed my ass, which was facing the stands. He started shaking the cheek up and down in front of everyone.

“Do you girls get to see this juicy bottom in the showers?” he asked the cheerleaders.

I heard Mandy answer, “Actually, Jenna is usually very modest. She keeps herself wrapped in a little towel most of the time, and waits to shower until the rest of us have finished. This is the first time we are really getting a good idea about what she’s been hiding under that skirt. Look at how her sides narrow, and then that round bubble-butt sticks out!”

Well, my whole body blushed, hearing her talk about me.

“Then have a good look!” the linebacker holding me suddenly said.

He spun me around, still holding my arms, exposing my full frontal nudity. Erect nipples, bellybutton, bush and all. I saw the three boys on the cheer squad with big grins. And then Mandy had this evil expression as she looked at me, then at the handsome quarterback.

“May I?” she asked Ben.

“My pleasure,” he replied, indicating for his teammate to bring me over.

I was led naked to the girl in blonde pigtails sitting on the lowest bleacher. She was still in her black and orange uniform, as were the rest of the members of cheerleader squad. Mandy was all too delighted to point out that I was not.

“Aw, poor little Jenna lost her uniform!” she made fun of me, and then pulled me over knees.

“Hey!” I cried, not expecting this.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She was spanking me in front of twenty boys and girls who went to my high school! Earlier, the football players had groped and fondled me, and there were plenty of playful slaps. But Mandy was giving it to me good. She kept talking about what a spoiled little brat I had been, almost as if it was my fault the game was lost.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Owowowowowow!” I wailed and kicked my feet.

I needed to cum badly, but somehow managed to hold off that ultimate humiliation.

When my punishment was over, my round bottom was glowing

bright red. I was allowed to stand up, although I couldn’t cover since I was trying to sooth my sore behind with my hands. Only half-aware, I noticed Mandy walk over to Ben and whisper something in his ear.

“That’s a great idea!” the quarterback said with enthusiasm.

“Let’s go in my SUV,” Mandy replied.

The next thing I knew, I was walking nude down the field, along a couple of other football players. They had grabbed some of the cases of beer. I wanted to ask what about my clothes, but didn’t bother. As we headed into the parking lot of the school, the feeling was unreal. Hours ago, this place had been packed with cars and students hanging out. Now I was ushered over the blacktop without anything on. I bashfully kept my sex covered with one hand, as my breasts moved up and down.

A bunch of us climbed into the head cheerleader’s sports utility vehicle. Mandy and Ben were up front. I piled in with three or four players, and two other cheerleaders coming along for the ride. This extended my disgrace even further, keeping me exposed. We were squeezed in together, so everyone was touching, brushing and rubbing against my bare skin. And my bottom was still sore.

I had no clue where we were going. Soon, the car was rolling through a residential neighborhood on the other side of town. One of the girls had pulled out some paper and a marker from Mandy’s personal bag, and she was writing something. Someone else searched around and found some rope cables from a box of auto care supplies.

“Mmmph!”

A football player brushed a finger over my lips, telling me to be quiet. And then a white handkerchief was pulled around my mouth, tied behind my head. I felt my brunette ponytail lifted up, and then lowered over the cloth knot. They had effectively gagged me.

When I was pulled gently out of the car through the side door, my arms were held behind my back. A girl on the cheer squad came over and tied the rope around my hands. So my arms were pinned behind me, leaving me totally exposed and unable to cover. In this way I was led barefoot across the street, where I noticed many, many cars lined outside one house that was brightly lit and had music playing loudly.

“Mmmph!”

I wanted to say, Oh God, but that was all I could manage. Mandy and the small group of football players and cheerleaders brought me along a driveway, past more parked cars, and up the steps of a porch. I could hear the music more loudly, and the voices of young people celebrating inside. This was the home of the captain of the rival high school’s team, Mandy explained. The other end of the rope was tied to a post of the covered porch, with me facing the front door.

Next to my feet, one of the boys placed a full case of beer. And on this was attached a large printed sign. My eyes shifted down so I could read the writing clearly.

CONGRATULATIONS ON WINNING THE BIG GAME.

A football player reached across my body, and fluffed my bush, making me look presentable. They wanted all eyes to be drawn to the area between my legs.

“Mmmph!”

Ben pushed the doorbell, I heard it chime repeatedly.

Then the football players and cheerleaders ran back to the car on the other side of the street.

My night of humiliation was just beginning.

THE END

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Do you have the Jenna at the Library story?

[underdog_13]

I'm going through all Jenna stories I have here, and I will publish all the ones that have not been posted before. As the files I have are not indexed, I don't know if "Jenna at the Library" is there or not.

[underdog_13]

This story was posted at the old ASN forums.

Jenna's Towel Dare (02/06/2012)

by Helmhood

The following report is submitted on behalf of Jenna Burlinski:

I am writing this email, as I have been ordered to by Helmhood, to tell about my assignment he had for me. I am still completely naked as I type this, and have been told to remain so for the rest of the day. As this dare was simple in concept, I will try and be detailed about what was running through my head. My task was to go outside, at exactly 3pm, completely naked with only a small towel to cover my front. Once outside, I was to leave the towel in my mailbox, and return. I was not allowed to run and could only walk quickly if someone saw me.

Needless to say I had been putting my assignment off for as long as possible, but the deadline finally came and I had no choice. I was really nervous from the moment I woke up, and remained that way all day. A little after 2, I went online to try and build my courage up and saw that Helmhood was online. We chatted a little, and he took much delight in slowly having me strip as the hour grew closer. When I started chatting with him, I was completely dressed in sweater and sweat pants, but when it was only a few minutes to go, I found myself naked. Waiting till 3 was killing me, I begged to allowed to do my dare rather than wait, but of course I was not given permission. Joe even made fun of my favorite football team, just to add to the humiliation.

Finally the time came and I went to my front door. Part of the dare was that I was not to check if anyone was outside, I had to just open the door and go. I put my towel in the best position i could, covering my nipples and pussy, but barely at all. I took a deep breathe and opened the door. I began walking, my eyes darting around. My heart was pounding the entire way. But no one was outside. I was both relieved and slightly disappointed. I was still blushing. I made it to the mailbox and quickly stuffed the towel inside. I turned and walked back. I made it the entire trip without being caught! Once inside, I ran back to my computer, and reported to Joe.

He was very descriptive in describing what I must have looked like, (editor's note: Jenna's waist narrows before her hips curve out, forming shapely round cheeks wich jiggle and bounce. She has decent-sized breasts, and is shaved.) and constantly kept referring to my towel which was left outside. I told him I didn't cover myself, though I wanted to, after I put the towel in the mailbox. Then he told me I had to retrieve the towel. I hadn't anticipated this, as it was not part of my original order, but I knew I couldn't say no. I walked naked to my door, almost not believing that I was about to do this again. I opened the door and stepped outside. Again, I was somehow greeted to an empty street. I was ordered not to cover up, so my hands remained at my side. Even once I had the towel, I was not allowed to cover myself with it. I walked back inside, closing my door.

To finish off my humiliation, Joe thought I deserved a spanking for running around outside naked. Of course he couldn't provide one himself, but he did describe what he would do and i spanked myself. Finally I was ordered to stand in the corner of my room for five minutes, with my hands on my head. I have just finished my 5 minutes and then completed this report for you, which was my final part of the assignment. I just realized how embarrassed I am after writing this, and imagine that future assignments I won't be as lucky.

Little Jenna

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This story was posted at the old ASN forums. I was able to find only the first 7 installments, maybe Helmhood only published the remaining chapters at Embarrassing Situations group. I don't have them, if anyone else has a copy, please post. Here are parts 1 to 4

Jenna Under New Management (01/09/2013)

by Helmhood

This is a story I started last year and posted at the Embarrassing Situations yahoo group. Unfortunately, just this past week, yahoo did an inexplicable overhaul of their groups. It's horrible and there seems to be formatting issues as well. I'm afraid my latest installment is going to get lost, or not viewed as much, with people avoiding the new groups set-up. So I have decided to post the 7 part series here.

The idea behind this fantasy is ENF/humiliation with female domination by an older female, and some age-play as well. I was requested to write a story like this, and it has been my pleasure, especially given the lead character

Enjoy!

Jenna Under New Management Part 01 (01/09/2013)

When a new manager was assigned to my office, I tried to get to know her better so that I might improve my position a little at my job. Her name was Darlene, and she was coming in from a different region. I learned that she was in her early forties, about ten years older than me. She had long red hair and a curvy figure. Actually, I thought she was quite attractive.

Soon after Darlene started, I introduced myself saying, "Hi, I'm Jenna Burlinski. I have a lot of face-to-face interaction with the customers. If there is anything at all you need, just let me know!"

The red-headed woman was sitting behind her desk as I stood in the office nervously clutching my hands. I was aware she was given a lot of responsibilities. If there was any way I could perhaps be her personal assistant, it would reflect well on me. Right now, Darlene appeared to be busy filling out some paperwork. She kept her head down and did not immediately acknowledge my presence.

Eventually, she paused enough to look up at me over her stylish black-rimmed glasses. "That's fine. I'll let you know."

And just as quickly, she returned to her work, apparently I was dismissed. I waited a second before turning around to leave the office. The cheeks of my face blushed, as I suddenly felt sort of foolish. Of course, if she wanted help, she would approach me. Now I thought I might have insulted her. Putting my head down, I swiftly left the room.

Later on, some of my co-workers were discussing Darlene. The new manager seemed to be a no-nonsense woman, taking charge of my department. Some of the men and women I worked with started rumors about Darlene being into some kind of dominating sexual games. I sat there quietly at my computer and raised an eyebrow. But they were probably just making stuff up about her.

At the end of the first week, we all went out for drinks, including Darlene. I attempted to get close to her, in order to learn more details and maybe have some private time with the red-headed older woman. But with everyone around, the opportunity did not really present itself. At least, not where I could bring up such a subject. Also, I didn't want to look like I was kissing up to the manager, my co-workers would tease me to no end!

The following week went by, and I had little interaction with Darlene. Still, I was trying to do a good job and distinguish myself. One of the guys I worked with made a rude comment about what I could to do draw more attention to myself, but I just ignored him. Friday came, and we would be going out again for happy hour.

However, this time, it seemed a number of people made other plans. I suddenly found myself alone at the bar with Darlene. I tried to build up my courage with a few drinks. Probably had more than I should, because soon I was feeling very comfortable and moved closer to my attractive female manager.

"Jenna," she addressed me, noting the silly grin I was wearing. "You look like you are keeping a secret."

I smiled, and actually placed a hand on her leg as I leaned in to whisper, "Well, you know what I heard… I heard that you, um, might enjoy exploring things sexually."

Normally, I would be horrified to say something like that to my manager. But I had enough alcohol in me that the words just slipped from my lips. I slowly drew my hand back, buzzed with curiosity about this woman.

After a few minutes, Darlene said, "I heard you would like to be my assistant."

"Yes, I would," I told her and then took another slip from my glass of wine.

"I am a very demanding manager," Darlene replied. "And expect complete obedience from my workers."

Nodding my head in understanding, I then giggled. I was very excited. At the same time, part of me was trying to be professional, sensing a career opportunity.

"You would have to do whatever I tell you, Jenna," the red-headed woman said.

"I would," I told her eagerly.

Darlene looked passed me, and glanced around the bar, which was crowded on a Friday night. "Even right here, in front of all these people."

"I would do anything you tell me to do," I answered, my full lips parting as I spoke the words.

Again, the red-haired woman paused, as if considering my promise.

"Stand up, Jenna." she then said.

Immediately, I hopped off the bar stool and stood with my arms at my sides. My mid raced, wondering what instruction she was going to give me. I felt my heart beating faster, thinking about how extreme it might be, and my face flushed red. She continued to sit with her legs crossed, looking me up and down, from head to toe.

"You've had enough to drink," Darlene suddenly told me. "I will take you home."

Before I could comprehend the unexpected statement, there was a whirlwind of movement. The older woman, who was taller than me, stood up and took my hand. She also grabbed my purse with my keys. We hurried out of the bar, with me stumbling behind in my shoes. Darlene explained we would pick up my car in the morning, as I climbed into hers.

I was able to give her directions to my house, so she now knew exactly where I lived. Although I suppose as manager of my department, she had access to the employment records that would have this information. She probably had my phone number as well. When she drove me home, Darlene helped me up to my front door. Like a protective parent, she saw me safely inside leaving me with a pat on my head, or maybe my bottom. I don't quite remember.

The next morning, on Saturday, I awoke to the ringing of that same doorbell. I stumbled out of bed and made my way down the hallway, not so much concerned with who it might be, but just wanting the ringing to stop. It was Darlene standing there outside.

Except, she was not dressed in the same fashion she had for work the past two weeks. Now the woman was wearing a tight black skirt that hugged her body, and had on black leather boots. Her top was an off-white, almost beige, frilly but not too feminine. Also, she was not wearing her glasses, but let her thick fiery mane of hair cascade down her shoulders. She looked hot.

I quickly let the older woman inside my house. Only then did I look down and notice I was wearing fluffy ankle socks and the long T-shirt I had slept in. Suddenly I felt I was dressed inappropriately and sobered up fast. I was about to excuse myself to get changed, when Darlene held up a commanding finger.

"Do you still wish to be my personal assistant, Jenna?" she stated, rather than asked, coldly.

I blinked for a second, then answered, "Of course I do… yes, Darlene!"

The woman appraised me with her green eyes, judging my worth. "Very well. The first thing you will learn, Jenna, is to call me Miss Darlene."

Again, I blinked, startled by her tone of voice. "OK… yes, ma'am, Miss Darlene."

She then turned around and started to walk through my house, making her way to the living room. I dutifully followed after, thinking she might want a cup of coffee or something. The woman had a seat on the couch, crossing her legs, while I stood facing her in the middle of the room.

"All right, Jenna," my manager said. "Let's see those tits."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Don't speak back to me," she snapped.

"I'm sorry… I mean, yes, Miss Darlene. It's just…" my lip trembled.

"Lift up your shirt," the woman said more softly.

Making direct eye contact with her, I gripped the hem of my T-shirt in both hands. Slowly I raised it up, all the way to my chin, until my breasts were revealed. Smallish, or perhaps only medium-sized, they stuck out in front of me. Miss Darlene looked me over, without any expression.

Then she observed, "No underwear, I see."

"Oh God," I gasped.

No longer drunk like last night, I was fully aware that I was exposing myself to my manager, and I was embarrassed. But I couldn't help it! She had told me to lift the T-shirt, and I now held it up high, with nothing on underneath, except my fluffy white socks. I also noticed that the window blinds to my living room were open. Still, I remained standing there for another five minutes.

"That is a nice landing strip," her silky voice finally broke the silence.

Seeing her eyes focused below my bellybutton, I replied, "Yes, Miss Darlene. Thank you."

"You are going to take a shower," she informed me, "and you will remove it completely. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head, although I could not understand why my manager was interested in my pubic hair, which was trim and black like the roots of my hair. Or why I must have a bald pussy. But I said that would do as she asked, and take a shower and shave myself.

“Turn around,” Miss Darlene commanded me.

My legs shifted, and I turned with the T-shirt still hiked halfway up my back. I stood there knowing what she was looking at. My eyes closed in shame.

“That’s a big bottom, you’ve got, Jenna.” The woman continued to give her critical opinion.

I forced myself to look over my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Miss Darlene. I’m trying to go running…”

“I can tell,” she abruptly cut me off. “It’s a nicely shaped ass. Just… big.”

My face was blushing bright red, as I lifted a foot to stand on the toes of my sock.

“You will get used to having your bottom out at work,” the red-headed woman said as a matter of fact.

I swallowed nervously. In my mind, I recall being interested in exploring sexual games. But I didn’t think it would extend beyond the privacy of my home, into the office. I was afraid things might go too far, get out of hand.

Miss Darlene was suddenly behind me and she slapped my bare bottom. “Now go run and get cleaned, little Jenna. We have much to review.”

I jumped at her touch, and then turned to jog out of the living room. Still holding the T-shirt around my neck, I bounced all over the place. I knew I looked ridiculous, and was humiliated. But I figured that was what Miss Darlene wanted. She told me after my shower, I should wrap a towel around my body and return to the kitchen.

Alone in the bathroom, my emotions were all mixed up. I was excited and scared, felt on the verge of crying, and yet anticipating what she had in store for me. My hands pulled off the long T-shirt, then the fluffy ankle socks one at a time. I climbed under the stream of hot water and lathered myself up, hands roaming over my body. And just like Miss Darlene told me, I took my razor and scraped away every last bit of pubic hair until all that was left was bare pink skin and my pussy lips exposed. Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and wrapped a white towel around my own curvy figure.

I combed my brunette hair out straight, and then padded barefoot into the kitchen. Miss Darlene was sitting at the table, drumming her red fingernails impatiently. She looked up at me as I approached, a woman in her early thirties reduced to a scolded child.

“Your hair was nice tied back,” the older lady said. “But today, little Jenna, you will put your hair in pigtails.”

“Yes, Miss Darlene,” I replied, lowering my eyes.

“But first, make me breakfast,” she ordered me. “And if the towel falls off, leave it.”

I immediately jumped to the task. She must have known that I enjoyed cooking. But in this case, I was being forced to prepare the meal, and in nothing but a small towel. Glancing down, I saw my bare shoulders, and behind me beneath the hem, my bottom peeked out. At least in front of my breasts, the towel was tucked in tight.

I went about fixing her eggs and toast. She made occasional comments, and I felt used rather than being appreciated. Fortunately, my covering did not slip. But she did talk about my legs and feet and how if I made any mistakes, my punishment would be a spanking.

When she was done with her Saturday morning breakfast, as I stood compliantly on the side, Miss Darlene looked up at me.

“You know, I heard that you like to dress in little girl panties,” she said, brushing her lips with a napkin. “Is that true, little Jenna?”

I was shocked that she had found out this information, but I nodded my head.

Her mouth twisted in a grin. “Go to your room, and put on a pair of childish underwear. Find the smallest T-shirt you can, one that does not cover your tummy, or else we will have to go out and buy you one. Then throw on some flip-flops. We have a lot to do today.”

“Yes, Miss Darlene.” I turned to leave the kitchen.

Jenna Under New Management Part 02 (01/09/2013)

In my bedroom, I quickly found my favorite pair of secret Care Bear panties. They were white and had prints of the rainbow colored cartoon characters. I pulled them on and of course, found the panties very snug, stretched across my bottom. Then I went through my drawers to find a shirt like Miss Darlene had asked me to wear. Not wanting to disappoint my new manager, fortunately I found an old white tank-top from when I was in college. Slipping my arms through, this covered my breasts but was also tight, leaving my bellybutton exposed.

I walked over to a mirror, and blushed seeing my reflection. Quickly, I grabbed two scrunchies and tied my hair on either side of my head. I wished she would let me keep my ponytail like a serious grown-up woman. But now I looked more like a little girl with these pigtails. Finally, I pulled out a pair of flip-flops from my closet and slipped these on my feet.

Moving through the house, I caught up with the older, red-haired woman making herself comfortable in my living room again.

"Don't you look adorable," she said, perhaps with sarcasm.

"Thank you," I replied, folding my hands in front of my childish panties.

Miss Darlene had her legs crossed as she took in what I was wearing. She seemed satisfied with my selection, which was only complying with her instructions. Normally I would not dress this way in front of company. Especially my manager at work! But now I was her assistant, and I must follow her orders.

"However, you did not get changed quickly enough, little Jenna," she shook her head. "And I expect my assistant to carry out her tasks efficiently and in a timely fashion."

My lower lip trembled, and I apologized.

"Now come over here and lie across my knee," Miss Darlene said.

"But…" I didn't think I would be punished so soon, and was not sure I was ready for this.

"Now!" the dominating woman demanded.

I nearly jumped out of my flip-flops, although I managed to shuffle toward the couch. Carefully, I lowered my body and stretched face down over Miss Darlene's lap. The tank-top I was wearing was so short, I could feel my tummy on her legs. I stuck my rear end up a little, knowing that the back of the Care Bear panties was riding between my cheeks. Her hand fell swiftly on my bottom.

SMACK!

"Ow," I yelped and made fists with my hands like a brat.

Then the woman asked if my little girl underwear was tight enough. She teased and snapped the elastic waistband against my skin. She said she would not hesitate to put me in diapers.

"No, please, Miss Darlene," I squirmed against her. "The underwear is comfortable! And I will do better following your instructions."

"All right, then. Get up, little Jenna," she said.

I paused for half a second, with my pigtails hanging down. Then I pulled myself up and stood in the middle of the room again. One hand absently rubbed my bottom. It was only a single sharp slap over the cotton Care Bear panties, but Miss Darlene had sent a message with it.

My new manager approached me and placed a finger under my chin. "The first thing we have to do this morning is pick up your car outside the bar. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Darlene," I answered.

We started walking out of the living room. The taller, redhead first gathered her purse from the kitchen. She still had my car keys with her. It was when she led me to the front door that I became nervous.

"You mean like this?" I touched the hem of my little white tank-top. "Oh, I thought I would put on more of my outfit first."

Miss Darlene laughed. "That is your outfit."

"But I can't go out in public dressed like this," I protested, and immediately regretted it.

The woman turned to glare at me with fists planted on her hips. "That is exactly how my assistant will be dressed this morning. And the next time you answer back to me, young lady, you will start giving back items."

My eyes went wide at her tone of voice as well as the action she had threatened. I was not wearing very much to begin with. My eyes looked away, glancing down at my shoulders, bare except for the straps of my tank-top. Sweeping lower, I saw my toes curled around the thongs of the flip-flops, and the smooth skin of my legs. Even more embarrassing was the idea of being seen in my cartoon underwear.

"Give me your hand," Miss Darlene said, as she held out her own.

Gently, I put my fingers in hers, and she took me outside the house.

I waited anxiously as she locked the front door with my own keys. Then we both started down the driveway to Miss Darlene's expensive car. I kept telling myself it was a Saturday morning, so there should not be too much traffic, and no customers at the bar at this hour.

I climbed into the passenger seat and rubbed my legs. The bottom of the tank-top was riding up a little, but my breasts were still covered. And the childish panties, despite what I had said earlier, were tight around my hips. Nevertheless, I did not say anything to Miss Darlene and let her drive me without complaining.

When we arrived at the parking lot of the bar, I was surprised to see there were other cars and people nearby. I had forgotten that besides the pub, there were other shops that would be open for business. It was broad daylight, and I dreaded getting out of Miss Darlene's car. Hopefully this would be fast and I would be back home soon.

She told me to climb out, but did not immediately give me my own car keys. For that matter, she did not pull up close to my car. I knew better than to whine and simply slid my legs over so I could exit the vehicle. Looking around the parking lot, I shyly crept in front until I was on the driver's side. Miss Darlene had lowered the window.

"Now, little Jenna," she said before handing me the keys, "As my assistant, you will some times go on errands that require you to drive. However, I will decide what kind of car you can drive. And I have decided that yours is not good enough."

"I'm sorry, Miss Darlene," I responded, confused.

She dangled the key chain at me. "From here, you are going to follow me to the dealership, and we are going to trade in your car for another model."

Suddenly I looked down at myself again, horrified by the thought. "I can't go into a place like that in just my underwear!"

Miss Darlene clenched her fist and stuck her arm outside the window. "Give me your flip-flops."

"What?" I nearly shrieked.

"I told you if you talked back, you would start to lose your items," she reminded me. "Do you want to keep it up? Go ahead, young lady, answer me back again."

"No, ma'am," I lowered my head, defeated and ashamed.

Reaching down my arms, I lifted one foot and took off the flip-flop. Then I did the same with the other. I handed the light footwear to Miss Darlene and she placed them in the passenger seat. Facing me again, she dropped the keys into my hand.

"Now you will drive close behind me and we will stop by the car dealership," the woman explained.

I was forced to walk barefoot across the parking lot. The black asphalt was warm, and actually felt kind of nice. The problem was, there were other people not too far away and they started pointing in my direction. I'm sure from a distance it looked like I was wearing very short shorts. They wouldn't know these were little girl panties with cartoon Care Bears. Still, I felt indecent and humiliated.

Unlocking my car, I quickly climbed behind the wheel and turned on the engine. Miss Darlene was all the way on the other side of the lot in her much nicer car. I couldn't believe she was making me do a trade in. I wondered what else she would take from me. With one hand steering, my other fingers fidgeted with my little tank-top. My nipples were stiff against the fabric, and I thought I must be enjoying this on some level. At the same time, I was scared about how my life was going to change. As I pressed my toes down on the gas pedal and then the brake, I pulled up behind my manager.

We were then driving through town. Each stoplight had my heart beating faster, and a couple of times I had to sit next to another vehicle. I know people looked across, watching me. Before too long, we reached our destination at the dealership on the side of a busy road.

At this point, I quickly got out of my car because I did not want to upset Miss Darlene. I hurried over and opened the door for her. From the corner of my eye, I saw a couple working with a salesman inspecting some automobiles on the lot. The attractive older woman climbed out in her leather boots and black skirt. I was much shorter than her now. She took my keys away from me.

"Come along, little Jenna," she said without so much as looking back at me.

I had hoped she was going to let me put my flip-flops back on. But I did not mention this neglect, afraid that I might end up walking inside bottomless. So I quickly followed my manager's steps, while tugging on the tight tank-top.

We entered the showroom of the car dealership. Immediately, I felt the air-conditioning, making my nipples erect. The polished tiles were cool on the bottoms of my feet, and I was suddenly aware how little I was wearing. Furthermore, I was walking around in underwear, silly childish cartoon panties! My face blushed with embarrassment. The place was busy with customers and salesmen, everyone stopping to look at me.

But no one interfered or told us to leave, as I stayed close to Miss Darlene. She waited around, with this presence of authority, showing some interest in the cars showcased on the floor of the dealership. I tried to remain out of view as much as possible. And then she noticed a middle-aged man working at a desk and approached him, pulling me behind her by my hand.

"May I help you?" the salesman asked as he looked up at the attractive woman with long red hair.

Miss Darlene answered, pushing me in front, "This is my new assistant, Jenna. She has been a brat, but is in need of a car to replace the old one she has been driving."

The man looked over at me. I had my arms at my sides and stood up on my toes, presenting myself. My breasts were sticking out in front of me under the white tank-top, which left my bellybutton revealed. With my brown hair in pigtails, I'm sure he could not guess my age, which was both flattering and disgraceful. Suddenly, Miss Darlene was secretly sliding her hand behind me, and tugging the back of my panties higher, giving me a small wedgie. My bald pussy formed a camel toe in the front of the little girl underwear.

After a few moments, the salesman said he could help us. He introduced himself as Bob, and said that he would need to inspect my car and run some reports to ascertain the trade in value. Miss Darlene told him where I had parked, and gave him the keys. Bob left us, with my manager sitting comfortably in a chair, while I stood at the side of the desk.

"Suck your thumb," she unexpectedly ordered me.

My eyes went wide, and I opened my mouth, my full wet lips parting. But I did not refuse. This was a test, I realized. Something to give her an excuse to strip me of my shirt or panties, or both. I lifted my hand and slowly put my thumb in my mouth. Keeping my eyes on Miss Darlene, I started sucking. With my other hand, I reached behind my butt and tried to pick out the wedgie.

The woman crossed her legs and laughed at me. "That's a good obedient assistant."

Jenna Under New Management Part 03 (01/09/2013)

I stood barefoot in the car dealership sucking my thumb, wearing only a pair of white Care Bear panties and a little tank-top that just managed to cover my breasts. My eyes were fixed on Miss Darlene, the red-headed woman who had taken charge of my department. She had made me her personal assistant, which I agreed to, but I did not expect this sort of treatment. While I watched her, she made all sorts of comments and promises about what would happen, depending on my performance. At the moment, it seemed like it was only the two of us, and I was caught up in her green-eyed gaze.

Of course, there were other people around, and I was aware of voices coming from the car showroom.

Soon enough, the middle-aged salesman named Bob returned to his desk. He stopped and had to stare at me. With one hand up by my mouth, I had my other thumb kind of hooked in the waistband of my panties. I was very embarrassed. When I tried to pull out the thumb I was sucking, Miss Darlene stopped me.

"Listen to what the man has to say, little Jenna," she admonished me,

expecting I would keep quiet.

Again, the man glanced over in my direction, and it was hard for him to conceal a smirk. Nevertheless, Bob waved a piece of paper as he walked around his desk. It looked like it must have been faxed over or printed from the front sales office.

"Her vehicle is not in very good condition," he told the older woman, my manager.

This further added to my humiliation. It's not like I didn't know my car was not as nice as what Miss Darlene was driving. But now he was talking to her about my possessions as if I did not even have a say in the matter. And I was standing only two feet away! I had a sudden urge, a child-like need for attention. While I continued to suck on my thumb, my other hand shifted, rolling the top of my panties just a little lower.

Bob was sitting at his computer now, and said to my manager, "I'm afraid her credit is not that great, either. It will be difficult to find a trade-in."

Miss Darlene glared at me, but then replied, "That is unfortunate. However, you will find that my financial records are excellent. You can put the car in my name, and I will write it off as an office expense. We will still trade in little Jenna's old car, and you can deduct whatever it might be worth."

As the salesman took my manager's information, I felt horribly inadequate. Here, she was able to walk right in and purchase a new vehicle. Furthermore, I would be giving up my own car, and she would now own what I would be driving. A glance from Miss Darlene told me this was meant to put me in my place.

"All right, then, let's take a look around the lot," Bob said cheerily, happy to have a mature grown-up woman to work with, "and see if we can find a model you like."

It was obvious that Miss Darlene, who was very sexy and attractive, did not care for this greasy salesman. But she meant to humiliate me, and motioned with her hand that I should follow. In fact, I would walk in the middle between Bob and my manager. Because of my tight little girl panties, my bottom jiggled as I moved. Occasionally, he looked back at me, and I lowered both hands cover the front of my underwear. My hair was in pigtails, bouncing on either side of my head.

Just when I thought getting some fresh air might do some good, Miss Darlene stopped and told the salesman that she wanted to examine some of the cars inside the showroom. My eyes went wide as we continued into the open area, and I counted more customers being assisted by other sales associates. I walked slowly, tugging on the hem of my tank-top, my toes curling on the cool tiled floor.

"Look, mommy!" I heard a little girl to one side.

The mother replied, "Shhh! It's not polite to point!"

Glancing over my shoulder after we passed, I saw the woman and her daughter, and also a boy with them. He just grinned at the sight of me in a little shirt and underwear. I couldn't believe my manager was doing this, and getting away with it. She was just so dominating. I was terrified of her, and figured so were other people. But I was also jealous of Miss Darlene, and turned on by her at the same time.

There were more giggles, I think, as we moved around the floor. Bob was going on about the details of various vehicles. I caught my reflection in shiny side panels or glass windows. My whole body was blushing.

Then the three of us approached a little convertible that was bright orange. It was cute, but I didn't like the color. Miss Darlene bent over in her leather skirt, to examine the price sticker and other information. I noticed that the interior had a beige leather, which looked like it would feel good against my skin. After the red-haired woman ran her hand along the contours of the car, she turned abruptly to address Bob the salesman.

"This one will do," she said. "I like the idea of my assistant riding around with her top down."

Her words made me shiver, and I felt my nipples stiffen underneath my

tank-top.

Bob nodded his head. "We also have this car in blue, cherry red, and

silver..."

"No, I want to take the bright orange," Miss Darlene held up her hand.

Before the man could respond, I opened up my mouth and said, "But I don't like orange."

The taller, redheaded woman spun around, clenching her fists on her hips. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry… Miss Darlene... it's just," I stammered a reply, "it's just I don't like orange. I don't think it looks good."

My manager stared at me in disbelief. Her eyes flashed in anger, and then moved up and down. Miss Darlene held out her hand.

"Give me those panties, Jenna," she demanded.

I gasped, and even Bob appeared surprised. "What? But why..."

"Do not speak back to me!" the woman scolded. "I told you what the

consequence would be if you acted sassy."

I glanced around, standing in the middle of the car dealership. "Here?"

"Yes," Miss Darlene insisted, with her arm still outstretched, not yielding an inch.

My thumbs were already inside the waistband of the snug cotton childish underwear. I had no choice. I wanted to be her personal assistant, and agreed to her terms, to do whatever she said. Only now, I was doing this because I was being punished.

I pulled the back down first, exposing the curves of my twin round cheeks. Then I lowered the front and immediately felt a draft tickle my private area because Miss Darlene had made me shave off all my pubic hair. My eyes her focused on hers as I pulled the panties down, and she folded her arms. The soft fabric rolled over my thighs and reached my knees. I had to hunch over a little to get the panties lower, then lifted one foot, my toes slipping through. I raised my other leg and quickly had the Care Bear panties off completely.

Straightening myself, I clutched the underwear in front of my pussy, but I was so aware of my round bottom jiggling behind me. It was bad enough the tank-top was riding up, I was nearly naked in this public dealership. More people laughed as they saw me. I wouldn't even know how to explain my situation.

But Miss Darlene was growing impatient as she held out her hand again.

Shyly, I looked over my shoulder, and then back at the woman. Very gingerly, I held out the Care Bear panties, which she took from me. My hands then shot back immediately, to clasp over my pussy. I was left standing there, surrounded by cars and customers, so near totally exposed.

Bob was talking to my manager about the necessary paperwork that had to be filled out, the transfer of insurance and all that. He said they could have the car delivered, but Miss Darlene insisted on being able to drive off the lot with it today. As expected, she would probably get her way. And all I could do was watch and listen, with my bottom shamefully on display.

Finally, the salesman invited us to follow him back to his desk. I found myself walking bottomless through the showroom again. Miss Darlene kept an eye on me, while I couldn't help but make eye contact with other people in the dealership who saw my legs and feet and everything else below the hem of my shirt.

Upon returning to Bob's work station, Miss Darlene said, "Jenna, I want you to sit on the man's lap while he takes your information."

"Miss Darlene..." I started to say, and then closed my mouth.

Another word, and I knew I would be sitting fully nude. Desperately, I

grasped and tugged down on the white-tank top with one hand, wanting to keep my last item of clothing. So instead, I nodded, and moved around the salesman's desk. The man was maybe twenty years older than me, but he enjoyed looking at me, I guess.

"I beg your pardon," I whispered politely, lowering my bare cheeks on his lap.

Soon, he had one arm around my waist as I slid my legs over so I was facing forward. We were so close, I could smell is cologne or aftershave, or whatever. To my horror, I let out a small moan when Bob traced a finger around my bellybutton. With his other hand, he typed at the keyboard, as he entered in detailed information. The whole time, I was kind of in a daze as I answered submissively. He even started asking how tall I was and how much I weighed, and I told him. Then he asked more personal question like how often I had sex. The salesman was playing into Miss Darlene's game.

As I squirmed and wiggled my bottom on his lap, the red-haired woman

suddenly asked, "Are you wet, little Jenna?"

"Yes, a little," I answered truthfully.

My manager shook her head as if I was a misbehaving slut, but told the car salesman, "Roll her over."

He immediately had his hands on my waist and pulled me around. I did not struggle, which allowed him to lay me face down over his knees. As my feet dangled, and pigtails were hanging, I clenched my fists and lifted my bottom in the air.

"Spread her cheeks," Miss Darlene told the man, instructing him how to

humiliate me.

I felt them jiggled and then pulled apart, and I knew Bob was looking at me. He saw how tight and puckered I was. This was beyond embarrassing!

"Is she juicy?" my manager asked the salesman, talking about me as if I was a piece of succulent meat.

"Yes," the man confirmed.

Miss Darlene proceeded to tell him to spank my bottom. At once, I felt the stranger's hand fall hard on my left cheek and I squealed. This was followed by several more slaps to my butt in rapid succession, making me kick my legs and bare feet. The fact that this was at a desk in a public car dealership only made it worse. I was on the verge of tears and having an orgasm.

How long it went on for, I don't remember, but I know my bottom was glowing red and sore by the time he stopped. The squirming around on his lap had caused my tank-top to ride up until my tits were out with nipples erect. Then Miss Darlene told me to climb off and stand up at the side of the desk again. I had to place my hands on my head, so I could not even make my top decent, instead leaving it bunched up around my neck. My spanked ass was facing toward the showroom.

Bob wiped his brow with the hand he had used to discipline me, and then stood up as well. "I will go and see if your car is ready."

Jenna Under New Management Part 04 (01/09/2013)

"Well, little Jenna, have you leaned your lesson?" my red-haired older manager asked me.

She reclined in her chair at the car dealership, crossing her shapely legs beneath the black leather skirt she was wearing. I kept my fingers locked on top of my head, with elbows sticking out to either side. My white tank-top had ridden up and was bunched around my neck. I had absolutely nothing on below.

"Yes, Miss Darlene," I replied, trembling.

The woman continued to watch me, always evaluating me, and then held her hands out. Separated, but turned inward slightly to form a V.

"I like the way your waist narrows," Miss Darlene said, "before that curvaceous rear end of yours bubbles out behind you."

I shivered at the way she described my body so openly. My bottom was still red from the spanking I had received from the car salesman.

"It must be from your jogging routine," she was saying. "You will continue to go running. But I might have you try the park for a change of scenery, and in just a pair of sneakers."

"Yes, Miss Darlene," I answered obediently.

My manager smirked, keeping her ruby lips tightly pressed together. Then she made an up and down motion with her finger.

"Squat," the woman ordered me.

I blinked for a moment, trying to figure out what she meant. However, I quickly realized she was telling me to lower myself in a position, bending my knees outward, while keeping may hands on my head. It would be like doing an exercise in my junior high school gym class. Except that was twenty years ago. But it didn't matter. To Miss Darlene, I was nothing more than a little girl who needed to be molded by her instruction.

With my fingers interlocked, I closed my eyes and separated my feet about shoulder-width apart. I could feel my stomach tighten as I started a low crouch down. Balancing on my bare heels, I knew I was horribly exposed. Since my pussy was shaved bald, there was nothing to hide the outer lips opening up, and my inner lips protruding. As I froze in a squatting position, my wet labia wiggled beneath me.

She had me stay like this for several minutes, and I pictured my bottom curved out like an upside-down Valentine's Day heart. Then, to my great shame, I felt the moisture of my arousal collecting inside me. I tried not to let it happen. But a little bit of pre-cum like a dew drop was forming… slowly, it leaked to the floor! I opened my eyes with a gasp.

There was Miss Darlene, watching me, her foot casually bobbing up and down. My eyes followed the expensive heel she was wearing with envy. I remembered that my hair was tied in brunette pigtails, and I felt so embarrassed.

"Crawl toward me, little Jenna," my manager commanded.

I responded by leaning forward and lowering my arms until I was on hands and knees. Like an obedient puppy-dog, I looked up at the older woman with my big brown eyes. Barefoot and totally bottomless, I reached out with one hand and pulled myself closer to her, sliding my lower leg over the floor. Miss Darlene reached down and patted me on the head, causing me to stick out my ass. At least since I was somewhat crouched, I thought, less people were likely to see me.

And then I heard footsteps from behind. I knew I was presenting my rear, and was completely exposed. Still, I remained on all fours until told otherwise.

"I've made some arrangements," the salesman said, "And the car is yours to take home. I just need you to sign the release…"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Bob had a pen and a piece of paper. He started to walk over to his desk, when my manager stopped him. She rolled her hand in my direction.

"Use little Jenna as a table," Miss Darlene said without any compassion.

My pigtails shook slightly, but I stayed very still. I know underneath the tank top, my nipples were incredibly erect. With the shirt now bunched up closer to my neck, I felt the sheet of paper placed on my bare back. The salesman was looking at me, down to the soles of my feet. The red-haired woman uncrossed her legs and sat forward, taking the pen to sign her name.

It felt amazing! The tip of the pen was scratching slowly and elegantly across the page, which made a pleasurable sensation against my skin. Behind me, my toes curled and the cheeks of my bottom clenched.

"Mmmmm," I moaned. "Ohhhh…"

My dominating manager ignored me, and continued to use me as a convenient piece of furniture as she initialed the last few items.

Then she stood up, and handed the document to Bob. Glancing down, she then told me to stand up as well. A private shiver went through my body, and I slowly climbed to my feet. It was not lost on me, being aware of my surrounding, that I was in a very public car dealership. Fingers reflexively reached for the hem of my top, so I could straighten and pull it over my breasts again.

"You don't need that top," Miss Darlene said, almost as if on a whim. "You cannot even wear it properly."

"No, I don't…" I repeated in agreement, with a very serious expression.

Crossing my arms, I then gripped the hem of the white tank-top. My arms lifted mechanically, and I pulled the shirt completely off. The red-haired woman signaled I should just toss it on the floor, and I did so. Then I lowered my arms to my sides, standing naked in front of Miss Darlene and the salesman. Although I was greatly embarrassed,

I did not try to cover up. This left my nipples poking out and wiggling, and my bare bottom clenched without a stitch of clothing on.

"All right, little Jenna, it's time to go home in your new car," she announced.

I nodded my head and said thank you. Turning around slowly, I started to walk toward the showroom, in front of my manager. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. But part of me wanted this humiliation so badly, I couldn't help it. Bob shook his head, as if amazed at everything he had seen and heard. My whole body jiggled as I moved.

For some reason, if it was possible, I felt even more aware of my nudity as I stepped onto the polished floor. Because I was totally on display, I knew everyone was looking at me and I heard the gasps and comments. Being directed by Miss Darlene, she had me walk all the way across the room to exit out the side of the building. Once outdoors, I felt the sun warm every inch of my skin.

The new orange convertible was brought around by one of the technicians who worked in the service department. He was a young man, probably in his twenties. Again, I waited barefoot on the curb with arms at my sides. Miss Darlene was standing right next to me. As the guy climbed out of the car and approached us, his eyes were drawn to the sight of my open pussy. I wanted to touch myself, but was not given permission. Instead, I spun around and showed him my bottom.

"Litte Jenna has been a bad girl," I heard my manager explain to the young man.

It was then I realized, besides the sight of my bare rear end, he was also seeing that I had been spanked soundly and was glowing red. I felt my face burn with shame. And because the public domination was leading me to new heights of arousal, for the second time, a slow string of cum dripped to the ground. I could sense them watching it, the teasing descent until it hit the pavement.

"Is she going to need a towel?" the technician asked.

Miss Darlene nodded her head, "Yes, I don't want her to ruin the interior of the car on the first day of driving it."

I was told to turn around again, and cross my arms behind my back as the young man departed to fetch something to place on the seat. It was not lost on me that this was necessary because I was soaking wet between my legs. As I stood on the curb facing forward, my nipples stuck out and I had my feet about shoulder-width apart. The taller, redheaded woman gave me sharp slaps on my already sore bottom every time someone walked past and looked in our direction.

After what seemed to take forever, he returned with a dark brown towel and opened the driver's side door of the convertible. At a signal from Miss Darlene, I stepped forward without covering. Walking slowly toward the young man, I let his eyes linger on my full frontal nudity. I made direct eye contact and my lips parted. Although I am in my early thirties, I knew that my pigtails and current state made me appear younger. Again, I found this both flattering and terribly shameful.

I placed my hand on the door, brushing my body against the technician's uniformed shirt.

"Please spread the towel on the seat, because I have a wet pussy,"

Miss Darlene made me tell the man.

Even as I was blushing from the admission, he reached around me and draped the cloth over the interior behind the steering wheel. Then I lowered my bottom to the seat, again letting my leg hover just outside the door so he could see my profile, all the way down to my toes. Miss Darlene walked over and handed me the keys.

"You can drive back to your house," she said, "and I will be following shortly."

"Yes, Miss Darlene," I answered, pulling myself fully inside the car and started the ignition.

I remembered that my manager would have all my clothes, while I had nothing on for this drive. Checking the rearview mirror, I was scared, but kept my hands tightly on the wheel. My foot shifted from brake to gas pedal, and soon I was heading out of the dealership. The top of the convertible was down, leaving more than my bare shoulders exposed.

As I cruised down the road, there were cars all around me. My tits were sticking out and swaying as I turned the wheel. I was so nervous about getting stopped or pulled over, so I was careful to obey the speed limit and observe the traffic signs. When trucks or larger vehicles rolled up next to me, the drivers looked down and could see I was naked. This was so humiliating! I think if I had lived closer, Miss Darlene might have made me walk all the way home.

It was bad enough the bright orange color would draw so much attention. Finally, I arrived at my house in my brand new car, which did not even belong to me. Not thinking, but acting only out of blind obedience, I turned off the engine and stepped outside. I walked up to the front door feeling each cheek of my bottom jiggle up and down.

However, I then realized that I did not have my house keys with me. I dare not move from this spot, and stood with my ass sticking out for any of my neighbors across the street to see.

When I glanced over my shoulder, I watched as a couple of teenage boys rode their bicycles down the sidewalk. All I could do was lift my hands to cover my breasts. Fortunately, I then saw Miss Darlene's car turning onto my block and head in this direction. I waited for my manager to come and let me into my own home. She had a bag with her, I noticed as she walked up the driveway, hopefully containing what little clothes I had been wearing.

"Come along, little Jenna," she said coldly as she unlocked the door.

Following the woman inside, I scampered quickly behind her. My fingers clutched anxiously in front of me, yet I was relieved to be in a place of safe privacy. Miss Darlene spun around and told me to go to my room, as if I was a little girl. I pouted and then walked down the hallway with my arms at my sides, properly scolded.

Not two seconds after I entered my bedroom, I was instructed to lie on top of the bed with knees up and feet spread apart. I did so, knowing that I was totally exposed for my department manager. The woman crossed the room to stand on the side and looked down at me.

She leaned over, reaching with her hand to rub my belly.

"My, you have grown considerably wet," she observed.

"Mmmm… yes, Miss Darlene," I replied, staring up at her. "I'm sorry… I really am insanely horny!"

It was so embarrassing to say that out loud, confessing to the older attractive woman. She smiled as she continued to circle a finger around my bellybutton. I was hoping she would let me have an orgasm.

Instead, my manager pulled her hand away, while lifting the bag she had slung over her other arm.

"First, we need to get you cleaned up," Miss Darlene explained.

Before I knew it, she had a hand on my knee, keeping my legs open. Out of the tote bag, the authoritative woman pulled a box of disinfectant wipes. She tugged out the first square white cloth and used it to rub down my bare pussy. It was cold, and the alcohol sent a chill through my body. It felt amazing! I arched my back and moaned.

"Stay still, you brat!" she reprimanded and proceeded to wipe down inside my thighs as well.

Soon, I was clean but remained moist. So my manager reached into her bag and took out a bottle of some baby powder. She sprinkled it between my legs, even raising my feet in order to get at my bottom. Her hand spread the soothing white powder all around, paying special attention to my pussy lips. I didn't know how much longer I could stand it. Not just the touching and manipulation, but she continued to humiliate me, telling me how much trouble I was for her.

Finally, Miss Darlene returned to the bag on the floor, only this time she pulled out something that made my eyes go wide. It was a diaper… white and fluffy and cushiony soft inside, with Velcro tabs, it looked like. It must have been a size for a fat baby, because as she moved closer, I realized the diaper would also fit a woman with a big bottom.

"What… what are you doing?" I squirmed as she touched my naked body.

As she moved me on my side, my manager slid the open diaper under me. She was able to pull the front part between my legs, and up. Then she attached the tabs at my hips. Miss Darlene stepped back, folding her arms, to look down at me. It was snug and incredibly comfortable.

"That is what you will be wearing, little Jenna," the woman informed me.

I was lying on my bed, in nothing but a white diaper. Part of me had to resist the urge to stick my thumb in my mouth again. Part of me wanted to cry. But at the same time, I was dying to know what else she had in store for me.

Miss Darlene unfolded a little pink dress, which apparently was also in the tote bag. I saw that it had puffy sleeves that would barely go past the shoulders. The bottom half tapered out a darker shade of pink, somewhat longer than a ballerina's tutu. There was also a belt of flowers sewn in around the waist. The neckline curved low.

"Put this on," Miss Darlene tossed the dress onto my bed. "We are going to the mall."