Kelly Ann’s Dilemma Chapters 1-4
By: Hooked6
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 1
I could hear them . . . ALL of them . . . chatting away in the next room . . . dozens of my teenage son’s classmates were waiting and so was his teacher. I guess you could say most parents dread dealing with their son’s teacher’s or pretty much anything related to school. The only difference between me and most other parents is that I’m standing here in the next room wearing only . . . wearing only . . . OMG!!
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. I guess I should start at the beginning. Some months ago, I started taking an interest in erotic stories, perhaps to fill a void somehow in my own life or maybe just to live vicariously through the characters taking all these risks in the land of someone’s imagination. It was fun and harmless and my husband got all the benefits of a very horny wife when he returned home from work. Our sex life was never better.
Well, one thing led to another and I began corresponding with some of the authors of these stories. I was just giving feedback at first telling them what I liked and disliked about their stories but things soon escalated to some harmless role playing – you know pretending online with the author that I was a character in one of the stories, trying out new plots or, what was most common, roleplaying about being blackmailed to do things that were most daring and naughty. It was all in fun and just harmless fantasizing. Then I really screwed up. I sent a risqué picture of myself to a few authors that I felt comfortable with. They were appreciative and very complimentary so I sent a few more until eventually I was sending naked and very sensual pictures of my body. Still, it was all fun and games and nothing ever really happened. It seemed like it was a win-win situation for everyone. I got my erotic foreplay before my husband got home and they got some inspiration for more stories. I was also very careful in deciding upon the select few people that I did this with.
That all came crashing down when my 16-year-old son came barging into the bathroom off the Master Bedroom one day while I was taking my shower.
“Jason! What are you doing?! Get out of here.” I said as I instinctively drew closer to the shower curtain to be certain of screening myself from even his accidental gaze.
There was a long silent pause before he eventually left the room. He offered no excuse for his actions, no plausible reason for his being there. This was so out of character for him I wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him. Luckily, he didn’t really see anything – at least I don’t think he did as I just heard him entering the room. I eventually just chalked it up to a boy’s natural curiosity about the opposite sex. He was at that age after all. I smiled a bit at the thought that to satisfy that curiosity he was trying to sneak a peek at his mom. I still AM rather sexy I told myself as I looked at my body in the mirror as I was drying off – a veritable MILF I think the expression goes. I had him when I was rather young – too young in fact - so that even though he was 16 now I was only a “young” 32.
I dropped the towel and took in the sight of my figure in the mirror once last time before heading out into my bedroom to get dressed before my husband came home. It had been one of those days spent on the computer role playing with one of my author friends and I was randy as hell and ready for my hubby to get home! I wanted to be fresh and alluring, hence the late afternoon shower. “Yes, I‘ve still got it!” I said aloud, “and then some!”
Hanging up the wet bath towel to dry on the rack on the wall, I walked out into my bedroom naked trying to decide on just what to wear to put my husband in the mood after his long day at work when I came face to face with my teenage son sitting on my bed!
“JASON!!” I exclaimed wildly as I instinctively ran back into the bathroom and grabbed the towel that I had wrapped around my hair. “What’s the idea barging in me while I was taking a shower and then making yourself at home in my bedroom unannounced?” My son just looked at me with a weird, almost serious expression on his face as he sat motionless on the bed. I finished tucking the towel into itself making sure that I was decent and then stood there waiting for an answer. Curiosity or not, his bold actions were not going to go unchallenged.
My son continued to stare at me with that almost expressionless look on his face. Then it hit me. “Honey, is something wrong?” I asked as I sat next to him. Perhaps my super-charged hormones theory had led me down the wrong path and maybe it wasn’t “natural curiosity” that led to these events. Maybe he was in trouble and really needed my help right away and didn’t exactly know how to tell me. I put my arm around him and gave him a motherly hug. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. It’s okay, sweetie, you can tell me. What’s wrong?”
His reaction shocked me all the more. “Cut the crap, mom . . . I know.”
I was so startled by the tone of his voice that I jumped back a bit and moved away from him on the edge of the bed. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Listen, son, I don’t know what bug crawled up your behind, but you can’t talk to me like that. I’m your mother. Now apologize to me this instant.” I said as I got up off the bed to assert my authority over him by placing him at a disadvantage by forcing him to look to me as I stood over him.
“APOLOGIZE . . . SERIOUSLY?”
I put my hands on my hips and continued, “Yes You! Either you apologize to me now or your father will deal with this when he gets home.”
“Good, then he can deal with these as well,” my son said as he held up his Smartphone. On the screen was a naked picture of me –a Selfie that I had taken and sent to one of my author friends. There was no mistaking the fact that it was me as my face was clearly visible . . . along with all the essential intimate parts of my body. I was shocked and also VERY embarrassed!
“What . . . how . . .” I stammered as I cleared my throat. “Where did you get that?” My heart was pounding and I really need to sit down but I dared not move. My mind was racing to try and think of an excuse for the photo he was holding up to me.
I couldn’t believe that he had that image on his phone. All sorts of thoughts ran through my brain. Did one of my author buddies betray me? Was one of those guys someone I knew and didn’t know it? Why would one of them send such a thing to my son? I hadn’t done anything to make any of them mad. I was beginning to get so angry at all of those guys. How could they DO such a thing?
Jason began sliding his finger across the screen advancing photo after compromising photo of me in all sorts of humiliating poses. There was even one of me lying on the bed with my fingers touching my . . .
“Interesting collection of photos you’ve got there eh, mother dearest?”
“Jason . . . I can explain . . .” I sputtered instinctively knowing that there was really no way in hell I could adequately explain all those photos to a 16-year-old boy. “Just WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he snidely asked.
I decided to try intimidation and changed the tone of my voice to one of being firm and confident. “Yes, I would as a matter of fact. Those were pictures that I took to share with your father. Those are private and I am ashamed of you for snooping through our private stuff.”
“Oh, so if I showed them to him tonight, he’ll recognize them right away and be upset with ME for snooping?”
“That’s right. He knows all about these and boy will you get it if he finds out that you stole these.”
“You crack me up, mom. He hasn’t ever seen these photos and you had no intention of ever showing them to him. I found them in a hidden folder on the computer marked ‘Role-Playing Photos.’ I dug a little deeper and also found hidden text files of your fun that you thought you deleted after playing with your men-friends online. You know, mom, even though you delete stuff it can still recovered if you know how. YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO IS ASHAMED.”
I began to feel faint. He knew way more than I thought. If he had read some of those conversations that I had had with those guys he knew WAY more about me than even my husband did! I began to blush and get nauseated all at the same time. In those sessions I had shared ALL of my deepest and most secret fantasies. I’d just die if my husband learned of all this.
“Jason, you CAN’T tell your father about this. You’d be wrecking our entire family! I know this seems bad to you but you’re young and you just don’t understand things in life yet – not as much as you think you do, anyway. You see . . .”
“I’LL be the one wrecking the family? I think YOU are the one that already wrecked the family.”
“That’s not fair!” I exclaimed and then thought better of challenging him outright. I had to play it smooth and use my head. I calmly sat down next to him again and continued in a softer voice, “Listen, son, there’s no need to be upset by all of this. This actually isn’t a bad thing. Your father . . .”
“My father will dump you so fast you won’t know what happened.”
“Jason, please, let me explain.”
My son then stood up and smiled as he began using his thumbs on the screen of his phone.
“Jason, what are you doing?”
“Just sending these photos and a text to dad . . .”
“NO!” I screamed as I lunged for his phone but he was too quick for me.
“Of course, we COULD work out a compromise . . . if you were so inclined.”
I immediately froze dead in my tracks. “What SORT of compromise?”
My son walked around the room looking at me and then at his phone. “Let’s just say that I think that withholding this information from dad will upset my conscience. I have to live with myself you know and I DO have morals. So, I figure that maybe there may be a few things that you could do that might ease the burden of my nagging scruples day in and day out.”
I swallowed nervously, “Um . . . like what might that be?”
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 2
Jason smiled as he kept looking and manipulating the screen of his phone. “You know mom, these are some pretty hot photos!”
“Will you please stop LOOKING at those? They weren’t meant for you.” I said as I tightened the grip I had on the towel I had wrapped around my body.
“Why? They’re pretty awesome poses. I rather like . . .”
“Because it’s embarrassing, that’s why!” I couldn’t believe my own son was looking at naked photos of his own mother! I wanted to die! I needed to distract him away from those photos in a hurry. “Now what’s this compromise that you want to work out?”
“Well . . .” he said looking me right in the eye. “I think things need to change around here. I mean I’m almost a grown man and I still get treated like a kid sometimes. I think I should have a greater say in what I get to do around here.”
“Sounds reasonable . . .”
“For example, even though tonight’s a school night I want to go to the movies with my friends.”
“Okay . . .”
“And I’ll need to borrow your car.”
“That would be alright, I suppose . . .”
“And fifty bucks as I want to treat my friends too.”
“FIFTY DOLLARS?!” I exclaimed. He then began tapping at his phone in earnest so I quickly added, “OKAY, okay, I’ll try and dig up fifty dollars. Now will you delete those photos and let this whole thing drop?”
“Oh mom, you’re such a kidder. This is only the beginning. I’ll reserve telling you what else I want until tomorrow. I just need you to agree right now that you will cooperate and give me whatever I want. Now don’t begin to panic. I promise that I won’t be insisting on you letting me do things that will affect my grades or ask you permission to do drugs or even ask you to buy me alcohol. You raised me better than that. But I WILL be asking you for things that will make me happy – just to ease my conscience, you know. After all, it IS a terrible burden to bear keeping your depraved secret from dad so I’ll need something to keep me from getting depressed.”
I sighed. What choice did I have? I was facing a true dilemma. I couldn’t just let my son run amuck and I certainly couldn’t let my husband learn of the things I had been doing either. Some choice I had to make! Jason WAS a good son so I guess he had a point and it was a small price to pay to get out of this terrible situation that I had gotten myself into. “Okay, I promise. I trust you and you’ll have to trust me. I’ll go along with your requests but YOU have to promise me that if ‘I go along with this you will NEVER send these photos to your father or even MENTION the files that you found.”
Jason laughed, “You just do as I ask and we’ll get along fine. Now, where’s my fifty bucks and the keys to the car.”
My son was out of the house in no time after getting his “hush money.”
I was a nervous wreck all through dinner as I had to lie to my husband about where our son was – “studying with some classmates at the library,” I told him. The rest of the night was uneventful and my son returned home at a decent hour – later than his normal school night curfew but not so late as to arouse my husband’s suspicions. Needless to say, I didn’t get very much sleep the entire night wondering about how this would all play out.
My husband had an early appointment the next day so he was out of the house right after I made his breakfast. My son seemed his normal self too and acted as if nothing had happened the previous day. Perhaps that was the end of it, I said to myself. His conversations were the normal three- or four-word variety of a typical teenager – “What’s for breakfast?” and “You fixed eggs again?” and “What about French Toast.” So far so good, I thought.
He was about to leave to catch his bus when he stopped at the door and said in a rather pleasant tone, “Mom, I’ll need you to pick me up after school today. I need to use the Media Center for a little while so I’ll probably miss the bus.”
“Sure Sweetie,” I replied. We arranged a time and I handed him his things and he walked out the door. I was about to head upstairs to try and make up for some lost sleep when the front door suddenly opened again. My son quickly stuck in his head and said, “Oh and mom . . .”
“Yes?”
“When you pick me up this afternoon, just wear that towel you were wearing yesterday.”
“WHAT?!”
“You heard me. I want you to wear that towel you had wrapped around yourself yesterday – AND NOTHING ELSE. Not a clean towel or a towel that looks something like it but that EXACT SAME TOWEL. Gotta run . . .”
“WAIT A MINUTE!! You can’t be serious!”
“Dead serious mom . . . unless you want me to send these photos to dad along with those Chat files of yours,” he said as he waved his phone in the air as he slammed the door.
“But . . . but . . .” I said to an empty room. “I can’t!”
The full realization of the dilemma I found myself in was starting to hit home. I was being blackmailed by my own son. Yesterday, the things he wanted from me in exchange for keeping my secret seemed reasonable and I was glad to comply, but this . . . THIS was insane. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why he wanted me to pick him up wearing just a towel unless it was just to humiliate me; and why that particular towel? What was so special about THAT towel, anyway?
I pictured myself driving up to the school naked except for a short bath towel . . . suddenly a light bulb went off in my head - short bath towel? I suddenly realized why he wanted that particular towel – it wasn’t one of the longer, high thread-count, luxurious towels that I normally reserved for guests and special occasions. It was just a plain old, and I mean OLD bath towel that should have been discarded a long time ago. I am somewhat frugal as a rule so I tended to hang onto things until their usefulness was clearly over. I was beginning to regret that tried-and-true homemaker quality of mine.
Surely, he was just kidding me. I mean perhaps he was just trying to get my goat and drive home the point that I did something stupid and the consequences of my actions could have been a lot worse. “Okay, Jason, you made your point. It’ll never happen again,” I said imagining myself talking to him as if he were in the room with me.
But what if he was serious? The very thought of him sending those photos to my husband was too horrible to even contemplate. I just couldn’t take the chance. Maybe he was just testing me? Perhaps he only wanted to see if I’d take him seriously. Surely, he wasn’t the sort to make me do anything to get into deeper trouble like getting arrested on the school grounds. Perhaps he was just making the point that he could do terribly embarrassing things to me if I didn’t let him do want he really wanted like hang out with his friends more and allow him more liberty without so much parental supervision.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I said aloud as headed upstairs to try and get some sleep. I told myself that MUST be it as the time he set to pick him up was well after the majority of kids would be gone and only the athletes at practice and a few nerds would be hanging about at that hour.
I felt better about things after realizing that he was still my son and as crazy and screwed as this situation was, he was still a good boy.
About an hour before the appointed time, I decided to take a quick shower and fix my hair. As I reached for a towel after my shower it hit me! I was about to drive out in public wearing just a towel! Surely, I must be insane! I couldn’t do it. I had never so much as worn a revealing bikini in public before. I was a conservative woman, for Pete’s sakes. There was no way I was going to do this.
I dried myself off and put on a conventional summer dress and headed for the door. I rehearsed what I was going to say to explain to my son why I didn’t follow his directions – I thought he was only kidding or that it was just too risky to do what he wanted at a public school. Surely, he’d understand.
I confidently walked out the door and was about to close it when I had a change of heart and ran upstairs and retrieved the worn-out towel and once again headed towards my car. I figured that I could always drive across town fully dressed and if I DID chicken out, I could change into the towel somewhere along the way. I was early enough that I could always do a drive by at the school first just to check things out.
Not wanting to waste another moment I got into my automobile and drove off to pick up my son.
But what if he WAS serious?
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 3
I drove past the school parking lot and to my surprise it was indeed fairly empty. On the entire trip over I worried that Jason would have invited dozens of his friends to greet me as I made my arrival and there was no telling what would have happened after that. Seeing that the parking lot was fairly empty was reassuring indeed. Just to be certain, however, I went around the block a couple more times just to confirm my impression and each time I returned, the lot seemed empty and fairly quiet.
Now I had a decision to make – do as he instructed me to do and arrive in just a towel or take my chances, defy his request and pick him up in my clothes. My mind was a jumble with thoughts about the outcome of each decision. I needed more time to think but I really didn’t have that luxury as time was running out. It was already a couple minutes past the designated hour that we had agreed upon.
It was against my better judgment but I decided to trust my motherly instincts and have a little faith in my son. I just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with and pissing him off wasn’t the way to achieve that goal. I sped up and went around the neighborhood until I came to the parking lot for the Thrift store, which fortunately, was closed on Wednesdays. I hurriedly pulled off my sundress and wrapped the old towel around me. Looking down at myself I figured that my bra and panties would be hidden if I just lowered my bra straps off my shoulders. That way he’d never really know and I’d have a little security if things went wrong. Sure enough, after lowering the straps, it looked natural so I put my car in reverse and was about to back out when a wave of panic drew over me. What if he was serious? I was growing tired of that question popping into my head every few minutes! If he confronted me even a little bit he’d find out I was challenging him by wearing underwear. After all, I had gone this far. Was it really worth it to risk everything and besides I was out of time. I quickly unhooked my bra and slipped off my panties and covered my now naked self with the old worn-out towel.
My Gosh, it was short! Sitting there in the driver’s seat I realized that the bottom of the towel was WAY up my thigh and if I raised my leg to step on the brakes or shifted my posture even the least little bit, I’d be flashing my own son! No matter how I tried to adjust the towel I was either flashing my boobs or dangerously close to flashing my labia. I was just going to have to make the best of it and hope that he wouldn’t notice. I looked at the clock on the dash and I was really late! There was nothing to do but go and pick him up.
When I arrived at the school yard, I entered the parking lot and drove to what I thought was the Media Center. After waiting a few minutes and not seeing my son I slowly cruised around the parking lot hoping to spot him among the other school buildings. Finally, I spotted him poking his head out of the Media Center door back where I originally started so once again, I made my way over to the large multi-story structure and parked in a space several feet away from the Center.
My son started walking towards the car and just as he did another boy came out from the Center and began walking with him. The two were conversing the entire time they headed in my direction. I immediately began to get very apprehensive and carefully adjusted my towel to be sure I was as covered as I could get. I decided that if the new boy asked any questions I’d tell him that I had just came from the pool at the gym – yeah, that would do it, I thought. It sounded reasonable.
No sooner than I had that thought out of my mind, my son reached the car. “Hi mom,” Jason said as he looked me over smiling as he opened the door to the backseat and got in. “This is Danny. He’s a friend of mine at school and missed his bus. I told him that it would be okay if he stayed at our house until his father picked him up after he got off work.” He then motioned for his friend to get in. “Danny, you ride shotgun since you’re my guest and I’ll ride back here.”
My heart skipped a beat as the young lad got in and sat next to me. He didn’t waste any time checking out my legs either as his eyes stayed fixated on them for quite a long time causing me to clench them together as tightly as I possibly could. “You’ll have to forgive the way I’m dressed. I just finished taking laps in the pool at the gym I belong to when I discovered I was running late so I just came as soon as I could.”
The boy giggled as he looked me over, “From the pool, huh? Gee, your hair is dry. Did you take the time to fix it before leaving and then forget to get dressed?”
There was something ominous in the tone of his voice that told me he knew more than he was letting on.
“Yes, actually, that’s why I’m late.”
“Mother . . .” Jason said in a demeaning voice, “He knows, okay?” His words cut me to the quick. What EXACTLY did he know? I wondered.
My son then leaned over and put his arms on my seatback. “And what’s with the clothes in the backseat? You disobeyed me, didn’t you? You drove over here fully dressed, didn’t you?”
I was shocked and humiliated beyond belief. How DARE he talk to me like that and what was he thinking telling his classmate all about what was going on?
“Well . . . I . . . no . . . I mean . . .”
To my horror, I saw him in the rear-view mirror holding up my panties and dangling them back and forth. “It’s a good thing these are back here with that dress otherwise I’d think that you were trying to defy me by not coming here naked under that towel like I demanded you do this morning.”
“NAKED?!” Danny said giggling, as he stared at my undergarment waving to and fro, hanging from my son’s hand. I began to blush profusely.
My son kept staring at me as if he was waiting for some kind of answer – something that by speaking I’d remove all doubt that our guest might have had about what was really going on. I knew, however, that by not saying anything, I’d only make things worse. I HAD to say SOMETHING as too much was on the line. “I wasn’t defying you,” I said politely. “You never said I had to leave the house this way. You only said I had to pick you up this way, which I did.”
What had I done? I just let my son’s friend know that Jason was in charge! How stupid could I be? I never was able to think quickly on my feet.
My son stared at me for a moment. “Well, I’ll just have to be more specific next time, won’t I? Still . . . I think you knew my intent so you’ll be punished when we get home just to be sure you don’t try and hide behind mere semantics next time.”
Punished?! I thought. What on earth was he thinking? I was his mother! What was he going to do – put me in time out?
I didn’t want to hang out in the school parking lot dressed this way any longer than I had to so I started the car and headed for home.
As I drove along my worst fears about the towel were confirmed. I couldn’t keep the damn thing covering my thighs let alone hide my kitty! Every time I used the clutch or depressed the brake pedal the bottom of the towel rode higher and higher. And, every time I looked over at Danny he was blatantly staring at my pelvis – with a huge grin I might add. I wasn’t sure how much he was actually able to see but judging from the breezy feeling between my legs, every time I raised my leg to depress the clutch, he was probably getting an eyeful!
Danny never asked any questions or said anything out of line. Basically, he seemed like a polite teenager but the ominous silence made me nervous.
Upon reaching home I discovered I had another problem – my next-door neighbor was in her yard working on her flower bed. I just knew, being the nosey type, that she’d make a big deal out of me driving home wearing a towel. My only hope was to just act like it was no big deal – even though for me it WAS a big deal - and hope that she didn’t notice.
I parked the car in the driveway and Danny opened his door and got out. My son waited in the back seat looking at my neighbor and then back at me. I was hoping he’d have a change of heart and let me drive around the block and put my clothes back on so as not to have to make the walk of shame to my door in this worn-out bath towel.
“Well . . .?” he asked impatiently. “Danny doesn’t have a key to our house, you know. Let’s go.”
I nervously looked at him, almost pleading with my eyes to somehow relent but I could see in his that he was enjoying my predicament. As far as he was concerned things couldn’t have worked out better.
Grabbing the keys from the ignition, I opened my door and started quickly walking towards my front door – walking, not running. I saw out of the corner of my eye my nosey neighbor look up from her gardening.
“Hi, Kelly, been to the beach?”
“Yeah . . .” I nervously replied and continued my trek. I had just reached the porch and started looking for the house key when my son joined Danny and me on the stoop. I was so shaken by being outside dressed as I was – knowing that I didn’t have a thing on underneath my relatively short towel – I had a hard time finding the right key.
Just when I located the key to the front door, my son yanked the towel off my body leaving me completely naked and exposed!
I screamed and dropped my key ring on the ground as the two boys stood there laughing their fool heads off.
“Kelly, are you alright?” I heard my neighbor ask from around the corner of my porch.
"YES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I'm fine. Just stay where you are, nothing to worry about!"
OMG!!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 4
OMG! I was standing completed naked on my front porch – my backside facing the street as I heard a car drive past the house behind me! I had no idea whether whoever was in the car saw me or not but the thought was terrifying. The two boys were standing next to me laughing as I immediately recovered my senses and quickly bent over to retrieve the key ring that I had dropped in all the excitement. Once again, I started to fumble as I searched for the correct key.
“Here, let me help you with that,” my son said as he grabbed hold of the collection of keys in my hand.
Even though I was in panic mode, I held fast and tried to wrestle the ring away from his grasp. I knew that if he got control of it, I’d most likely be stranded outside naked for some time as I was sure he’d think of a million reasons NOT to unlock the door! “I’VE GOT IT!” I said emphatically. With one forceful pull I managed to get total control of the keys and resumed my search for the house key!
“Kelly, what’s going on over there?” I heard my nosey neighbor ask, her voice drawing closer as she was speaking. I then heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the grass heading my way! She was coming over to check on me! That’s ALL I needed – for her to catch me like this. “Where is that gosh-darned key?” I muttered desperately to myself.
Finally, I got the lock to turn with the latest key I had used and managed to open the door. I bolted through the entrance just as I heard my neighbor right behind me say, “Hi Jason, what happened to your mother? I thought I heard her scream.”
As I cowered out of sight behind the door, I heard the two boys laughing all the more. “Oh, she ran inside. She had a little accident, that’s all. She’s okay.”
“Accident, huh?” my neighbor said giggling. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that towel on the floor, would it?”
THE TOWEL!! It was still on the porch!! DAMN IT! In my haste to get out of sight I had forgotten all about it. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what my little accident was!
“Well, I’m glad she’s alright. Tell your mom to drop by for coffee sometime. I’d love to chat.”
I’ll BET she would, I muttered to myself! That’s all I needed. This whole incident will be all over my neighborhood by morning.
“Okay, Mrs. Harding. I’ll tell her,” my son replied as he entered the house. “Bye.”
I could still hear my neighbor giggling as she walked away! I was still hiding behind the door when I saw the two boys enter the house. “Well, close the door, mom. You can’t stand there all day,” Jason instructed.
I just peered at him from my hiding place not believing what I had just heard. It was bad enough giving this boy Danny a quick peek at my body but did my son really want me to expose myself completely to both of them?!
“Could you hand me my towel, please?”
“Aw mom, you’re such a kidder.” Jason then turned to his friend and said, “She’s always acting like she’s embarrassed. Instead of being a professional model, she really should have been an actress.”
A professional Model? Is THAT the story that my son told his friend, that I was some type of professional model? I looked at my son for any type of clue but all I saw was a serious expression. There was no telling what this boy, Danny, knew or surmised about my son’s strange control over me, I could, of course, try and deny things but Danny had already seen firsthand the type of power Jason commanded over his mother by making me show up at school wearing a towel.
“Come on, get out here. You still have your punishment to go through. I’ll not have you disobeying my instructions.”
Well, there went any pretext that I could come up with to explain things. I wanted to shout at my son but, out of necessity, the front door was still wide open as I was using it to shield myself from the two boys. It was still quite possible that my nosey neighbor was still lurking about outside somewhere listening to the whole thing. Still, I couldn’t just keep silent nor could I just walk out from my hiding place exposing myself either.
“Jason . . .” I pleaded, “This has gone far enough. Now you boys leave and go do your homework or something and I’ll get dressed.”
“Okay, mom,” my son said politely. To say I was a bit surprised would be an understatement. Perhaps he was just having a little fun at my expense and that he was willing to accept my limits. I let out a sigh of relief! He was really a good boy, I thought to myself.
Then I saw him reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of folded paper. “Hand this to my mom, will you Danny?”
“Sure thing,” the boy said taking the paper from my son and heading towards the door I was hiding behind. I instinctively pulled the door as close to me as I could and carefully reached out and took the paper from his hand. I could tell he was desperate to try and sneak a peek at me but to his credit he just stood his ground and waited.
“What’s this?” I asked my son as I unfolded the paper I had just received.
“Read it.”
I looked at the paper. It was a list of names and email addresses: “Mrs. Tompkins, Mr. Abernathy, Charles Edwards, the Principal of the school, Clarissa Simpson, Pastor Jacobs . . .” There must have been 35 names on that list along with their email addresses. It was then I began to realize just who all these people were – they were all neighbors, people I knew in the community – important people at that - as well as even people that worked with my husband!
My son began waving his phone in the air. “With just one push of this button ALL your pictures and your role-playing chat notes will be sent to this entire list. I’ve already programmed it in and it’s ready to go.”
“You wouldn’t . . . you couldn’t!”
“You leave me no choice. It’s a tough burden to carry – that thing you want me to do – and I’m not sure I can go through with it without some . . .”
“I get it. Just hold on let’s talk about this.” I couldn’t believe that this boy Danny was witnessing all this and that I was having this conversation in front of him – and possibly my nosey neighbor, but there wasn’t time to do this any other way. My son looked resigned to do what he said he was going to do.”
“Too late, mom, I’m tired of messing about. We already talked about this.” With that he held his phone in front of him and pointed his finger at the screen! He was going to actually do it!!
“NO!!!” I screamed as I stepped out from behind the door exposing myself to the two of them. “I’m out – see? I’m doing what you said!” I then quickly slammed the door closed before anyone else saw me!
My son looked up from his phone and I saw him looking at me moving his head up and down my body. I looked over at Danny and his mouth was wide open in shock! What had I done?
“That’s better,” Jason said, “But I warn you I’ll not be so forgiving if you defy me again. I expect you to do what I want, when I want, without complaint or hesitation or I will definitely send this on, understand?”
I nodded my head meekly and looked at the floor.
“Now, about that punishment I talked about before. I WAS going to do something trivial like make you stand in the corner for a while and think about what you had done but NOW I think you deserve something worse – just so that you’ll learn that misbehavior, no matter how unintentional it may be - has consequences. After all, you’re always telling me that I can pick my sins but not the consequences, so I think that wisdom should also apply to you, right?”
Again, I just nodded my head. What else could I do?
Jason rubbed his chin as if he was thinking things over for a few moments as Danny just kept looking at my body. The poor boy was giving me the impression that he had never seen a naked woman before and I began to feel oddly sorry for him in some way. I’ve heard it said that boys never forget the first naked girl that they had ever seen – much like girls never forget their first love. I guess the image of my body will be stuck in that boy’s head for the rest of his life! I had to stifle a little smile at that thought, hoping that Jason wouldn’t see it and mistake it for me taking this situation lightly.
Suddenly the silence was broken by my son. “I think 20 will do, don’t you Danny?”
The boy immediately nodded his head – a bit enthusiastically I thought.
“Twenty what,” I asked a bit confused, “twenty dollars?”
“No, twenty whacks. I think you need a spanking just like I used to get when I screwed up.”
“WHAT?! My own son wants to give me a spanking? That’s just sick.”
“No, I’m not going to do it – Danny is; right Danny?”
Again, the boy was violently nodding his head so hard I thought it was going to fall right off his shoulders. The boy almost ran to the desk chair and pulled it out to the center of the room and sat down.”
“Go on, mom, get over his knee.”
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma Chapter 5-8(Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 5
I stood there blushing. The whole idea was so bizarre I didn’t think I could do. It’s incredibly difficult to willingly humiliate yourself in front of others but that was what Jason was insisting I do. I looked at his hand and he was still grasping his smartphone. I had no idea if his finger was hovering over the “send” button or not as I couldn’t see the screen.
Danny patted his knee and beckoned me over to where he was sitting. I swallowed hard and took a small step in his direction but stopped after that and looked at my son. He just pointed towards his classmate and smiled. The fact that he seemed to be relishing my embarrassment and his new-found power over me made things seem much worse.
Slowly I made my way over to the middle of the room and the chair of doom. I felt like a condemned prisoner taking my final steps toward oblivion.
I was still a couple of feet away when Danny reached up and grabbed my hand and pulled me over his lap. In one swift movement I found myself face down looking at the floor, my backside mooning this kid, only inches from his face – which I had noticed on my way down was all smiles. It was useless to struggle as I knew my fate if I resisted.
A cold, eerie sensation ran up my spine as I felt his hand slowly and softy running over my butt as if it was something of a prized possession. He made a few circles over the cleft of my cheeks and then withdrew his hand leaving me to wonder what was going to happen next. I didn’t have to wonder long as I also immediately felt his bare hand landing on my right cheek. It wasn’t very hard – in fact I thought at the time that he was being mighty gentle with me given the incredible opportunity that had just been given to him by my son. Still, the fact that this kid was spanking my behind was so humiliating I wanted to shrivel up and hide somewhere.
“Oh, for Pete’s sakes,” Jason yelled from across the room. “What are you anyway, a wimp?” I heard footsteps coming towards me and then he said, “THIS is how you do it, silly,”
WHAP!
The sting from my son’s slap almost took my breath away and I yelped a bit making both boys giggle.
“Okay, okay . . .” Danny said impatiently. “You said I could do it, remember?”
All I could think about was – two down, eighteen to go.
Another slap hit my skin and this one was just like the one my son delivered – it stung. It wasn’t painful per se, but it felt quite numbing and sharp. Several more followed in rapid succession followed by giggling from Danny. “Did you see how her butt jiggles when I hit it? It’s like Jello or something and it feels so soft too!”
“Yeah – pretty sweet. Keep going – eleven more to go.” Jason said with obvious delight.
Nine more slaps came one at a time. All I could do was lay there and bear it. I did my best to keep my legs clenched together as I didn’t want either of them getting an obscene view of my personal assets. It was bad enough they had already seen me topless and gazed upon my tuft of neatly trimmed but hardly noticeable pubic hair but I sure didn’t want them looking at any more than they had to.
The last two were incredibly hard and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. Danny rested his hand on my butt cheeks and remarked, “WOW! Feel the heat from her skin, Jason. It’s like it’s on fire or something?”
“Yeah, they’re pretty pink too. You did a nice job, my friend. Okay mom – I think you should still do a half-hour of corner time so up you go and . . . hmmm . . . let’s see there isn’t a corner in here without furniture . . .”
As he was talking, I took it upon myself to get up off of Danny’s lap. If I wasn’t mistaken the poor boy had given himself a boner while I was lying on his lap and it was driving me to distraction.
“I’ve got it . . . stand over there against the wall, mom and put your hands on your head.”
I looked over and the wall he was pointing to was between two chairs exactly opposite the front door. I must admit that with my decorating skills there weren’t too many bare walls at which one could stand, so I was pretty sure that his choice of spots wasn’t because of the proximity opposite the door.
Happy to get the chance to hide my frontal assets, I quickly and without protest made my way over to the wall and stood with my hands on top of my head. I have to tell you that after even 5 minutes of standing like that my arms began to get tired. This was harder than I had anticipated.
The boys went into the kitchen to get something to eat leaving me alone in the living room. While I was grateful to be away from their prying eyes, the only thing my mind could think about was what they were talking about in the kitchen. Occasionally the silence was broken by giggling and sometimes downright laughter which made me blush profusely. I just knew they were either laughing about my body OR the fact that my son had such power over me. I could only wonder what I had gotten myself into and what devilish plots they were cooking up. I also worried about Danny. He now knew my secret. Could he be trusted to keep his mouth shut? I didn’t think that he could and that weighed heavily on my mind!
After quite some time had passed, I was certain my time was up! I couldn’t see the clock but my mind felt I had been standing there at least 45 minutes if not an hour. Part of me wanted to shout out that my corner time was up and the other part thought that it might be better to stay standing this way because I had no idea what would happen next if I moved. I elected to just stay the way I was and wait and see.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and my legs almost gave way! I just KNEW it was Danny’s father who Jason had said would come over and pick him up after work. I just couldn’t let him see me this way – NAKED and with a reddened backside.
“I’ll get it,” Jason yelled from the kitchen. “You just stay where you are and you had better not move a muscle.”
“But, JASON!”
“Did I say you could talk?” he said as he entered the room and made his way to the door.
My heart began pounding. “Just trust your son’s judgment,” I kept saying silently to myself. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything to get me in trouble. Better yet, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his fun. Who was I kidding? I didn’t have any say in the matter anyway.
As I heard the sound of the door handle being turned my heart skipped a beat and I felt faint. The door opened and I wanted to scream! Then I heard my son say, “Oh. Is it time to pick up Danny, already?”
My worst fears were confirmed. It WAS Danny’s father! I just knew it. I made my decision to run. It was the logical thing to do rather than confront another adult. Then I heard the stranger’s voice giggling. “WOW! You weren’t kidding, Danny, his mom really IS naked!”
It was a feminine voice – one that I didn’t recognize. Was it Danny’s mother? If it was, she didn’t seem to be upset in any way. I KNEW she HAD to be able to see me standing there based on her comment.
“Hi, SIS!” Danny exclaimed excitedly. “What, did you think I made it all up?”
Before I heard an answer, I heard footsteps approaching me and the female’s voice saying, “WOW! What happened here?” Then I felt her hand softly rubbing my behind!
Jason spoke up matter-of-factly, “She didn’t do what she was told so she had to be punished.”
“Yeah,” Danny exclaimed, “and I got to spank her!”
“So . . . it’s true then? You can really make your mom do whatever you want?”
“Of COURSE, it’s true. She’ll do anything I say, won’t you mom?”
I hesitated for a moment then meekly nodded my head.
“Turn around and meet Vickie, Danny’s sister. She’s a senior at our school and she’s really nice. I’m sure you’ll like her.”
I did as instructed, much to the absolute delight of this new girl. Vickie looked me over and smiled. “Not bad . . . but I still don’t believe you can make her do anything you say. Why would she do that?”
Here it comes, I thought. The whole shameful truth will now be out on the open.
“Because she likes being forced to be naked and humiliated, don’t you mom? She gets off on it, isn’t that right?”
At least he didn’t make things worse by telling everyone what I had done. Still, why did he have to say that?
“Don’t you Mom?” he asked again, growing more impatient.
“Oh, sorry, yes dear. I do.”
“You do what?”
“I like being humiliated.”
Our guests giggled. Jason didn’t waste any time taking advantage of the situation either, “Do you have any ideas that you want to see her do? I’m sure she’d be happy to entertain you.”
“DO I?” Vickie exclaimed excitedly. “Why of COURSE I Do. How about . . .
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 6
“DO I?” Vickie exclaimed excitedly. “Why of COURSE I Do! How about dressing her?”
Danny couldn’t believe his ears. “You want to get her dressed?! What in the heck for?”
“Listen little brother, this is a grown woman. You can’t keep her naked.”
“Awwww . . . why not?”
“You’re not a girl so you wouldn’t understand what’s going on in this woman’s mind.”
FINALLY, I thought to myself – somebody with an ounce of sense. Even though this Vickie person was only a high school senior, she seemed wise beyond her years and realized how wrong it was that I was being abused by these two guys. “Long live the sisterhood,” I shouted in my mind.
The girl picked up her purse and started for the door.
“Where are you going, now?” her brother asked obviously confused.
“I’ll be right back. I need to get something for you out of the car.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. At last, this whole ordeal was coming to an end. Danny looked dejected and turned towards my son who just shrugged his shoulders. In a flash the girl was back holding something in her hand.
She pointed at me and said, “Here, dress her in this.”
“A DIAPER?!” I exclaimed, “Oh you’ve got to be kidding?!”
“Yeah, I just happened to think that I had some adult diapers that I had picked up at the store for my old aunt Maggie and thought this would really be just the thing – seeing how you are into humiliation and all. You ARE into humiliation, right?” she asked skeptically with a smirk on her face. I wanted to curse that damn sisterhood right then and there!
My son began covertly waving his Smartphone in the air so that the others couldn’t see what he was doing . . . but I knew exactly what he was trying to tell me.
Once I again I meekly nodded my head. That’s all I could do as it was way too embarrassing to actually say the words out loud.
Vickie almost squealed with delight. “I KNEW it! Here you go Danny. Put this on her. I’m sure even YOU can figure out how this goes.”
My heart began to pound. I just couldn’t let him do that to me – not a teenage boy!
“Wouldn’t YOU rather do this, Vickie? I mean you seemed so excited by the prospect and it WAS your idea after all.”
Vickie scrunched up her face, “Are you kidding? That’s gross. Besides I think my brother needs to learn a few things if you know what I mean. Now go ahead and lay down on the floor on your back.”
“WHAT?! Why don’t you let ME do it?” I begged. “It will be faster.”
“Oh, we’re in no hurry, mom,” My son said wryly. “Just do as you’re told.”
I mumbled and fussed under my breath as I got down onto the carpet in the middle of the living room and then reclined onto my back like I was some 2 year-child.
“Um . . . which way is the front?” Danny asked fumbling with the plastic diaper. “They both look the same to me.”
“This is your project, brother dear, you figure it out.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. What kind of idiot doesn’t know how to use a diaper? It was bad enough they were going to make me wear the darn thing. I wasn’t about to wear it backwards too! “The tape strips are on the backside and you fasten them to the front side, you dope . . .” I said without thinking causing everyone to stop talking.
“Did you just sass my brother?” Vickie said smugly.
“Ah, no . . . I mean I wasn’t trying to . . .”
“Mom, I can’t let you insult my friends like that. You need to apologize to Danny.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Danny.”
Jason shook his head. “No, mom . . . not here; apologize on the front porch.”
“What? Why?”
“You need to learn a lesson and that’s one way of teaching you that there are consequences for doing what you did.”
Vickie just giggled. “Oh, that’s rich! This is going to be fun!”
My son grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me to my feet and started towards the door. In just a few seconds I found myself standing in front of the open door looking out towards the street completely naked. As a car drove by, my mind went into overdrive. “You want me to go out there like this? Are you sure? I mean if any of the neighbors see me your fun is liable to be coming to a quick end when they begin complaining.”
“Oh, I’m not worried. If anyone complains I’ll tell dad why I’m doing this and he’ll understand. In fact, I think he’ll approve of what I made you do and my reasons for doing it. I win either way. Now get out there.”
Once again, I realized that he held all the cards. As that old Sci-Fi series, Star Trek saying goes, “Resistance is futile.”
I swallowed hard and nervously walked out onto the porch and quickly said. “I apologize . . .”
I was interrupted by my son, “NOT YET! Danny needs to be out there with you. Back up and make some room for him.”
Doing so would mean that I’d be coming dangerously close to being seen by my nosey neighbor, Mrs. Hardin, so I crept ever so close to the edge almost hugging the outside wall between my house and my neighbor’s yard until Danny was able to stand outside as my son wanted him to stand.
“I Apologize, Danny.”
“What?” Danny asked innocently. “I didn’t hear you. Speak up a bit, please.”
I realized that he was only trying to prolong my humiliation but I didn’t want my neighbor to hear. I cleared my throat and tried again in a slightly louder voice, “I apologize, Danny.”
“What did you say?”
“I SAID I’M SORRY, OKAY? I REALLY MEAN IT. I’M SORRY!”
Everyone began giggling. “You know your boobs really jiggle when you shout like that,” Vickie teased. Her comment made me blush again as everyone looked at my chest.
Just then I heard my nosey neighbor shouting back from somewhere in her front yard, “DID YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME, KELLY? IS EVERYTHING OKAY? DO YOU NEED HELP?”
HOLY CRAP! “Ah, everything’s fine.” I quickly answered back.
“Don’t tell me you lost your towel again, Kelly,” she said laughing heartily. I blushed all the more and then went inside.
My son and Danny were STILL laughing as they led me to the middle of the room and helped me back onto the carpet once again. I didn’t see Vickie anywhere but I was too distracted by thoughts of what was to come to worry about her.
The boy took hold of the plastic adult diaper and opened it up and yes, he made sure the tapes were on the correct side. He then put it next to me and tried to quickly shove it under my back. Of course, that wasn’t going to work as it just bunched up against my side. I wasn’t sure who was more nervous – him or me!
“Danny,” I suggested politely, “Why don’t you pull it back away from me and this time I’ll lift up my bottom and then you can slide it under me. Would that be okay?”
“I’ve got a better idea, mom,” my son said as he forcefully grabbed my ankles and began lifting them up in the air.
“AHHHHH” I screamed, ‘What are you doing?”
My son is a rather big boy, stout and strong like his father and he was not only able to lift my legs up with ease, but he was also able to lift my entire bottom up off the ground just as if I was some infant on a changing table. As he stood above me holding my butt off the ground exposing my slit to the room he said, “Go ahead, Danny, now try it.”
The poor boy was laughing so hard he was barely able to get the material under me. Finally, Jason set me down and I quickly clenched my ankles back together as they reached the floor. Danny took up a position at my feet and looked at me. Just then Vickie walked back into the room. Her timing was impeccable. Everyone knew what was going to have to happen next and the air hung thick with tension. Each of them was looking at me in anticipation as if they were all wondering if I was going to do it or if I was going to cause another scene. I COULD have caused a scene, but if I waited to be TOLD what to do or waited until Danny instructed me to spread my legs it would have been all the more humiliating for me. I decided just to go ahead and get it over with.
Without saying some much as a word I opened my legs and spread them wide so that Danny could finish pulling up the front flap and fastening my diaper.
I have to tell you the looks on their faces were priceless! What I wouldn’t have given to have taken a picture of their expressions at that very moment. They were a mixture of surprise, shock, awe, excitement and extreme pleasure. It’s hard to imagine their looks, I know, but that’s the best description I can give and they sent shivers up my spine as I scanned the room.
Danny finally came to his senses and went to work completing his job. After fumbling with the tape a few times, he eventually got it fastened.
“Stand up and let us look at you, mom.”
I should have stayed on the floor like I was.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 7
I should have stayed on the floor like I was. The moment I stood up, the diaper fell completely off and puddled around my feet. Everyone began pointing and laughing at me as I just stood there like an idiot. They were carrying on so that I almost missed the fact that a strange sound had been momentarily present in the background.
It wasn’t until I heard Vickie say, “I’ll get it,” as she ran towards the front door that I realized that it had indeed been the doorbell.
I immediately started to use my arms to cover-up and make a dash for the hallway when my son held up his hand informing me to stay put just as I was. Before I could react, Vickie opened the door and there standing outside was another young man.
“Tom, you got here fast!” Vickie said as she pulled the boy into the room. “Everybody this is Tom, my boyfriend.”
“Hi, Tom!” Jason and Danny replied, obviously surprised that he was here.
“Sorry to barge in but when I got Vickie’s text telling me where she was, I just stopped by to give her the money I owed her. I can’t stay long.” He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some dollar bills and handed them to her. “So . . . whaddya all doing?” Tom asked as his eyes grew as big as saucers after spotting me standing there naked.
Vickie laughed and explained, “We’re trying to teach my little brother some basic babysitting skills. As you can see, he failed Diapering 101.”
Tom just laughed as he realized what was pooled around my feet. “Oh. My. GAWD. That’s a DIAPER?!”
“Yes, silly. This was my brother’s first attempt at putting on one and it just fell to the ground.”
“Well, no wonder. He didn’t put it on tight enough,” Tom said obviously trying to impress his girlfriend by being in-the-know. “If you put it on too loose it will fall off.”
“You think you could do better, go ahead and try, smart guy. It’s not as easy as it looks,” Danny snapped sarcastically.
“Piece of cake,” he said as he swaggered on over to where I was standing and bent down to pick up the diaper. He tried snatching it away from my feet in one swift motion but it was still wrapped around my ankles and just snagged against them causing the others to snicker. “Um . . . could you step out of this thing, please?” he asked a bit impatiently while looking up at my face.
I grinned back at him letting him know that I thought he wasn’t the stud he imagined himself to be and proceeded to do just as he asked. As I lifted my leg out of the material I noticed he was no longer looking at my face but right up at my . . . I hurried up and soon the material was free from entanglement.
The boy struggled with trying to figure out how to undo the tape without wrecking the absorbent cloth or the tabs that held the sticky tape. Vickie just looked on obviously enjoying her boyfriend’s predicament. Looking at her, I thought, “I am going to have to watch that one.” Vickie seemed to have a knack for embarrassing people. Meanwhile Tom finally got the ends free and asked me to lie down again so that he could put it on properly.
My heart began to race as I knew what was coming – another boy was going to see my most intimate parts!!! What made matters worse in my mind was that I could feel myself becoming moist and I hoped like heck he wouldn’t notice.
I felt my face turn hot and flushed as I spread my legs for him to finish what he had started. Unlike Danny, Tom made an extra effort to pull the sides of the diaper very tight before fastening the sticky tabs on each side. “You have to make sure you get it really good and tight,” he announced to the group, otherwise it will be too loose and fall off.”
“No joke, Sherlock,” Danny commented half under his breath.
“Go ahead and stand up,” Tom instructed as he helped me to my feet. “TA DA!” he announced with pride showing off his handwork.
Just then the diaper popped open and rapidly fell to the floor leaving me completely exposed once again.
“What was that you were saying Tom?” Vickie said, hardly able to get the words out as she was laughing so hard.
“It’s not my fault,” the boy protested. “The tape isn’t as sticky now as a new diaper would be. I did it right, I swear!”
No one was enjoying my predicament more than Danny. “Yeah, SURE you did. I TOLD you it wasn’t so easy.”
Tom made his excuses then finally saying he had to go and left in a huff as everyone else kept on laughing.
Vickie came up next to me and surprised me by putting her arm around my back and gave me a gentle hug. “So, is this the type of thing that turns you on?”
A terrible thought raced into my head. I hated to admit it but it was. This was the type of stuff that, truth-be-told, most of my fantasies consisted of – finding myself naked not by choice but by circumstance. All through this whole ordeal I was so wrapped up in the emotions and horrifying embarrassment that I had been feeling all afternoon, I hadn’t realized that what was happening to me was so similar to my online fantasies. I also came to the frightening conclusion that my feelings going through all of this were NOTHING like I had imagined them to be online. They were so INTENSE! The adrenalin rush and the combination of fear, excitement and arousal were actually overwhelming and downright addictive!
Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself giving Vickie an enthusiastic “YES” as an answer. When I realized what I had done I began to get very embarrassed. Their laughter didn’t help at all, either, as they all knew that my response was genuine and from the heart.
“I didn’t mean . . .”
“YES, YOU DID!” Vickie said practically dying in hysterics. The boys didn’t seem to catch on or have a sense of what had just happened as men tend to take things superficially and ever so literally, but Vickie obviously understood the deeper meaning of my answer and that thought terrified me as I knew that Vickie now fully grasped the power that she had over me. By manipulating my son, she could completely and utterly control me.
But the really scary part was that I found myself getting unbelievably aroused by that very idea. This was so wrong, I thought, but I was so intrigued by the prospect.
“I have an idea of what to do next,” Vickie said as she hurried over to the boys and began whispering so that I couldn’t hear. “What do you think?” she finally asked.
“I think it’s a GREAT Idea,” my son answered.
“So do I!” Danny added with a huge grin.
Vickie came up to me and re-fastened my diaper. “Let’s go.” She said playfully. “You’re just going to LOVE this!”
“Wait a minute!!” I protested. “I can’t go outside like this –topless and wearing a diaper; what if . . .” My words were interrupted when my diaper fell to the ground again as the tape failed to hold.
“Oh that . . . well if it happens. It happens. Too bad for you, eh?”
“VICKIE, NO!” I shouted as she began dragging me to the open front door. “Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.”
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 8
Vickie kept a tight grip on my arm as she dragged me towards the open door. After watching me struggle in protest, Danny got on my other side and took hold of my free arm to help her get me out of the house. It was no use in struggling anyway as I knew in my mind that I was going to do whatever they wanted me to do but that didn’t make things any easier for me – I was scared to death! I had to live with the people in those houses nearby every day.
In a matter of mere seconds, I found myself outside clad only in a diaper right in my own neighborhood! I quickly looked around trying to spot my noisy neighbor but fortunately for me she was nowhere to be seen. Her dog was, however, and he began barking loudly as we made our way down the driveway heading towards the street and Vickie’s car which was parked at the curb.
“REX, shut up!” I snapped in my most intimidating voice, but he kept barking all the louder. I just knew his yapping was going to alert my nosey neighbor and she’d soon spot me being escorted topless in the humiliating get-up I was forced to wear. If she really did spot me, I would just die!
Then it happened. Just as we were half way down my yard, the damn tape failed once again and the diaper fell completely off!! Before the kids knew what was going on they had walked me right out of the diaper and were still heading towards the car but now with a totally naked me in tow.
“WAIT!” I snapped desperately. “My . . .”
We all stopped and turned just in time to see my neighbor’s dog grab the thing in his mouth and playfully run away with it! Rex was heading right towards my neighbor’s front porch dragging the article along with him.
“Let’s get out of here!” I exclaimed to the laughter of my tormentors.
“What’s the matter? Afraid someone will find your diaper? Maybe we should go and get it,” Vickie teased and playfully tried changing directions to follow that dog.
“NO!” I exclaimed in a panic. “Either we leave right now or take me back into the house! I MEAN IT!”
Jason opened the back door of Vickie’s car and beckoned me to get inside. I didn’t have to get a second invitation. I broke free and literally jumped into the car and tried to curl up into a ball. Jason chuckled and shut the door as the others climbed inside at a leisurely pace.
It didn’t matter that I was naked and about to be taken to lord knows where. I was at least out of sight of my neighbor. No sooner had that thought left my head, I saw that neighbor open her front door and walk out onto her porch. I heard her calling out playfully, “Rex, come here boy. Whatcha got there, boy? What is it, huh?”
To my shame she pulled the plastic diaper out of the dog’s mouth and held it up. I saw her face break out into a huge grin and then she immediately looked over in our direction. Let me tell you I couldn’t slink down into the car fast enough. Jason and Danny waved playfully at her knowing all the while that ANY attention from this lady would only add to my embarrassment.
My stupid neighbor just shook her head while still looking in our direction and grinning from ear to ear. I could only hope she didn’t suspect that the diaper was mine and that she chalked it up to the teenagers’ youthful high spirits playing a prank on her.
As my neighbor took a few steps off her porch in our direction, Vickie started her car and in a moment we off. I had no idea where, but we were off!
“OH, THANK GOODNESS!” I sighed as my heart was still pounding. Then I looked down and saw my body exposed to the world and my mouth instantly went dry. Then I looked out the window and seeing all the houses in my subdivision rapidly passing by I began to get really worried. “Um . . . where are we going?”
“You’ll see . . .” Vickie said almost choking on her words as she was laughing so hard. “Oh, this is working out even better than I had planned now that you lost your diaper. I was willing to go back for it but NOOOOO, YOU had to leave right away.”
I just sulked quietly in my seat. There was no use arguing with her as she’d only have ammunition to tease me with. Naturally I used my arms to cover as much as I could and positioned my legs to keep anything intimate from showing. The last thing I needed was to be seen by some driver who might take it into his head to call the police.
Soon I began to get a sense of where we were and some of the places Vickie might be trying to take me – but I was wrong. She kept driving past all the spots I thought might interest her. Then I saw it up ahead.
“Vickie, no!”
It was the public beach! She was taking me to the beach that was closest to where I lived! She pulled into the lot and found a parking space some distance away from other cars. Judging from the number of vehicles in the lot, the place had a number of beachgoers but it wasn’t as crowded as it usually was like on a weekend in July.
“You don’t expect me to go swimming like THIS, do you? I mean fun is fun but . . .”
“Swimming . . . no, it’s too late for that and the water might be a bit chilly. I thought we’d just take a walk down the beach looking for seashells.” Vickie looked at me for a moment and must have seen the sheer look of terror on my face because she added, “Relax . . . will ya? I already talked it over with the boys and we agreed that you can get to wear something. The doggy thing back home was an accident and wasn’t part of the plan anyway.”
“You’re REALLY going to give me something to wear? I don’t have to walk the beach completed naked?!”
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief and then I spotted the opened box of diapers on the floor that Vickie had said earlier she had purchased for her aging aunt. “You aren’t planning on making me wear another diaper, are you? That would be so . . .”
My son laughed and said, “No mom – it’s not a diaper, and besides, if we wanted to make you wear a diaper, we would, no matter what you’d say. Got it?”
I decided not to make things worse so I kept my mouth shut. My son got out of the car and went to the trunk and opened it up as Danny and Vickie followed him outside. “Okay mom, get on out here and get dressed. We’ve got what we want you to wear ready to go.”
There was something in his voice that made me start breathing heavily. I nervously looked around to see if anyone was about. There were a few people in the distance in plain sight, but they were a bit farther towards the actual beach itself and not really looking my way. Still, there WAS risk. “Listen, couldn’t you just hand me my outfit and I’ll put it on inside the car? Then we could go walking along the beach looking for seashells?”
Needless to say, I was shocked when I heard Vickie say, “I guess that’d be okay. Here,” she said as she handed me . . .
“A BUCKET?!” I exclaimed totally in disbelief. “You want me to wear a plastic bucket? How in the world am I going to do that?”
They all laughed as Vickie explained, “On your head, silly. Turn it upside down and put it over your head.”
“What the hell . . .? You guys are joking, right? This orange plastic bucket will draw everyone’s attention right to me! I’ll be the laughing stock of the entire beach!”
“That’s the whole idea,” Vickie said laug hing uncontrollably. “You catch on quick! Of course, if you’d rather go COMPLETELY naked that would be okay with us too. We just thought out of the goodness of our hearts we’d be kind and let you wear something instead.”
“WICKED!” Danny added, almost as if he hadn’t figured out the whole purpose was to totally degrade and humiliate me as well as letting everyone get a good look at my naked body! As bad as it was to wear that stupid thing, at least my face would be covered.
“I’ll give you to the count of three to get your ass out here or it will be worse for you, I promise,” my son demanded. “One . . . Two . . .”
I slammed the bucket over my hair and let it rest on my shoulders. “I’m out already,” I said with my voice echoing inside the bucket as I anxiously stepped out of the car. I felt like such a fool! Of course, I was blind and couldn’t see a thing! The cool breeze made me acutely aware of just how exposed I was to anyone who might happen to look at me. I felt my nipples drawing up tightly too – in part because of the wind and in part because of my intense arousal.
Vickie took hold of one of my arms and my son held the other and they both began leading me across the parking lot. The asphalt was hot against my bare feet and the rough edges felt none too good on my soles either. I was totally blind! I couldn’t tell if anyone had noticed me or not. I strained with my ears to listen for any discernable sound that might indicate that I had been spotted or that I might be in trouble.
I couldn’t believe they were actually going to lead me onto such a public beach – NAKED except for a stupid orange bucket on my head!!! A beach that practically everyone in town uses; a place where people I know regularly frequent. What if I’m seen? What if I’m arrested? What if . . .
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 5
I stood there blushing. The whole idea was so bizarre I didn’t think I could do. It’s incredibly difficult to willingly humiliate yourself in front of others but that was what Jason was insisting I do. I looked at his hand and he was still grasping his smartphone. I had no idea if his finger was hovering over the “send” button or not as I couldn’t see the screen.
Danny patted his knee and beckoned me over to where he was sitting. I swallowed hard and took a small step in his direction but stopped after that and looked at my son. He just pointed towards his classmate and smiled. The fact that he seemed to be relishing my embarrassment and his new-found power over me made things seem much worse.
Slowly I made my way over to the middle of the room and the chair of doom. I felt like a condemned prisoner taking my final steps toward oblivion.
I was still a couple of feet away when Danny reached up and grabbed my hand and pulled me over his lap. In one swift movement I found myself face down looking at the floor, my backside mooning this kid, only inches from his face – which I had noticed on my way down was all smiles. It was useless to struggle as I knew my fate if I resisted.
A cold, eerie sensation ran up my spine as I felt his hand slowly and softy running over my butt as if it was something of a prized possession. He made a few circles over the cleft of my cheeks and then withdrew his hand leaving me to wonder what was going to happen next. I didn’t have to wonder long as I also immediately felt his bare hand landing on my right cheek. It wasn’t very hard – in fact I thought at the time that he was being mighty gentle with me given the incredible opportunity that had just been given to him by my son. Still, the fact that this kid was spanking my behind was so humiliating I wanted to shrivel up and hide somewhere.
“Oh, for Pete’s sakes,” Jason yelled from across the room. “What are you anyway, a wimp?” I heard footsteps coming towards me and then he said, “THIS is how you do it, silly,”
WHAP!
The sting from my son’s slap almost took my breath away and I yelped a bit making both boys giggle.
“Okay, okay . . .” Danny said impatiently. “You said I could do it, remember?”
All I could think about was – two down, eighteen to go.
Another slap hit my skin and this one was just like the one my son delivered – it stung. It wasn’t painful per se, but it felt quite numbing and sharp. Several more followed in rapid succession followed by giggling from Danny. “Did you see how her butt jiggles when I hit it? It’s like Jello or something and it feels so soft too!”
“Yeah – pretty sweet. Keep going – eleven more to go.” Jason said with obvious delight.
Nine more slaps came one at a time. All I could do was lay there and bear it. I did my best to keep my legs clenched together as I didn’t want either of them getting an obscene view of my personal assets. It was bad enough they had already seen me topless and gazed upon my tuft of neatly trimmed but hardly noticeable pubic hair but I sure didn’t want them looking at any more than they had to.
The last two were incredibly hard and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. Danny rested his hand on my butt cheeks and remarked, “WOW! Feel the heat from her skin, Jason. It’s like it’s on fire or something?”
“Yeah, they’re pretty pink too. You did a nice job, my friend. Okay mom – I think you should still do a half-hour of corner time so up you go and . . . hmmm . . . let’s see there isn’t a corner in here without furniture . . .”
As he was talking, I took it upon myself to get up off of Danny’s lap. If I wasn’t mistaken the poor boy had given himself a boner while I was lying on his lap and it was driving me to distraction.
“I’ve got it . . . stand over there against the wall, mom and put your hands on your head.”
I looked over and the wall he was pointing to was between two chairs exactly opposite the front door. I must admit that with my decorating skills there weren’t too many bare walls at which one could stand, so I was pretty sure that his choice of spots wasn’t because of the proximity opposite the door.
Happy to get the chance to hide my frontal assets, I quickly and without protest made my way over to the wall and stood with my hands on top of my head. I have to tell you that after even 5 minutes of standing like that my arms began to get tired. This was harder than I had anticipated.
The boys went into the kitchen to get something to eat leaving me alone in the living room. While I was grateful to be away from their prying eyes, the only thing my mind could think about was what they were talking about in the kitchen. Occasionally the silence was broken by giggling and sometimes downright laughter which made me blush profusely. I just knew they were either laughing about my body OR the fact that my son had such power over me. I could only wonder what I had gotten myself into and what devilish plots they were cooking up. I also worried about Danny. He now knew my secret. Could he be trusted to keep his mouth shut? I didn’t think that he could and that weighed heavily on my mind!
After quite some time had passed, I was certain my time was up! I couldn’t see the clock but my mind felt I had been standing there at least 45 minutes if not an hour. Part of me wanted to shout out that my corner time was up and the other part thought that it might be better to stay standing this way because I had no idea what would happen next if I moved. I elected to just stay the way I was and wait and see.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and my legs almost gave way! I just KNEW it was Danny’s father who Jason had said would come over and pick him up after work. I just couldn’t let him see me this way – NAKED and with a reddened backside.
“I’ll get it,” Jason yelled from the kitchen. “You just stay where you are and you had better not move a muscle.”
“But, JASON!”
“Did I say you could talk?” he said as he entered the room and made his way to the door.
My heart began pounding. “Just trust your son’s judgment,” I kept saying silently to myself. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything to get me in trouble. Better yet, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his fun. Who was I kidding? I didn’t have any say in the matter anyway.
As I heard the sound of the door handle being turned my heart skipped a beat and I felt faint. The door opened and I wanted to scream! Then I heard my son say, “Oh. Is it time to pick up Danny, already?”
My worst fears were confirmed. It WAS Danny’s father! I just knew it. I made my decision to run. It was the logical thing to do rather than confront another adult. Then I heard the stranger’s voice giggling. “WOW! You weren’t kidding, Danny, his mom really IS naked!”
It was a feminine voice – one that I didn’t recognize. Was it Danny’s mother? If it was, she didn’t seem to be upset in any way. I KNEW she HAD to be able to see me standing there based on her comment.
“Hi, SIS!” Danny exclaimed excitedly. “What, did you think I made it all up?”
Before I heard an answer, I heard footsteps approaching me and the female’s voice saying, “WOW! What happened here?” Then I felt her hand softly rubbing my behind!
Jason spoke up matter-of-factly, “She didn’t do what she was told so she had to be punished.”
“Yeah,” Danny exclaimed, “and I got to spank her!”
“So . . . it’s true then? You can really make your mom do whatever you want?”
“Of COURSE, it’s true. She’ll do anything I say, won’t you mom?”
I hesitated for a moment then meekly nodded my head.
“Turn around and meet Vickie, Danny’s sister. She’s a senior at our school and she’s really nice. I’m sure you’ll like her.”
I did as instructed, much to the absolute delight of this new girl. Vickie looked me over and smiled. “Not bad . . . but I still don’t believe you can make her do anything you say. Why would she do that?”
Here it comes, I thought. The whole shameful truth will now be out on the open.
“Because she likes being forced to be naked and humiliated, don’t you mom? She gets off on it, isn’t that right?”
At least he didn’t make things worse by telling everyone what I had done. Still, why did he have to say that?
“Don’t you Mom?” he asked again, growing more impatient.
“Oh, sorry, yes dear. I do.”
“You do what?”
“I like being humiliated.”
Our guests giggled. Jason didn’t waste any time taking advantage of the situation either, “Do you have any ideas that you want to see her do? I’m sure she’d be happy to entertain you.”
“DO I?” Vickie exclaimed excitedly. “Why of COURSE I Do. How about . . .
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 6
“DO I?” Vickie exclaimed excitedly. “Why of COURSE I Do! How about dressing her?”
Danny couldn’t believe his ears. “You want to get her dressed?! What in the heck for?”
“Listen little brother, this is a grown woman. You can’t keep her naked.”
“Awwww . . . why not?”
“You’re not a girl so you wouldn’t understand what’s going on in this woman’s mind.”
FINALLY, I thought to myself – somebody with an ounce of sense. Even though this Vickie person was only a high school senior, she seemed wise beyond her years and realized how wrong it was that I was being abused by these two guys. “Long live the sisterhood,” I shouted in my mind.
The girl picked up her purse and started for the door.
“Where are you going, now?” her brother asked obviously confused.
“I’ll be right back. I need to get something for you out of the car.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. At last, this whole ordeal was coming to an end. Danny looked dejected and turned towards my son who just shrugged his shoulders. In a flash the girl was back holding something in her hand.
She pointed at me and said, “Here, dress her in this.”
“A DIAPER?!” I exclaimed, “Oh you’ve got to be kidding?!”
“Yeah, I just happened to think that I had some adult diapers that I had picked up at the store for my old aunt Maggie and thought this would really be just the thing – seeing how you are into humiliation and all. You ARE into humiliation, right?” she asked skeptically with a smirk on her face. I wanted to curse that damn sisterhood right then and there!
My son began covertly waving his Smartphone in the air so that the others couldn’t see what he was doing . . . but I knew exactly what he was trying to tell me.
Once I again I meekly nodded my head. That’s all I could do as it was way too embarrassing to actually say the words out loud.
Vickie almost squealed with delight. “I KNEW it! Here you go Danny. Put this on her. I’m sure even YOU can figure out how this goes.”
My heart began to pound. I just couldn’t let him do that to me – not a teenage boy!
“Wouldn’t YOU rather do this, Vickie? I mean you seemed so excited by the prospect and it WAS your idea after all.”
Vickie scrunched up her face, “Are you kidding? That’s gross. Besides I think my brother needs to learn a few things if you know what I mean. Now go ahead and lay down on the floor on your back.”
“WHAT?! Why don’t you let ME do it?” I begged. “It will be faster.”
“Oh, we’re in no hurry, mom,” My son said wryly. “Just do as you’re told.”
I mumbled and fussed under my breath as I got down onto the carpet in the middle of the living room and then reclined onto my back like I was some 2 year-child.
“Um . . . which way is the front?” Danny asked fumbling with the plastic diaper. “They both look the same to me.”
“This is your project, brother dear, you figure it out.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. What kind of idiot doesn’t know how to use a diaper? It was bad enough they were going to make me wear the darn thing. I wasn’t about to wear it backwards too! “The tape strips are on the backside and you fasten them to the front side, you dope . . .” I said without thinking causing everyone to stop talking.
“Did you just sass my brother?” Vickie said smugly.
“Ah, no . . . I mean I wasn’t trying to . . .”
“Mom, I can’t let you insult my friends like that. You need to apologize to Danny.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Danny.”
Jason shook his head. “No, mom . . . not here; apologize on the front porch.”
“What? Why?”
“You need to learn a lesson and that’s one way of teaching you that there are consequences for doing what you did.”
Vickie just giggled. “Oh, that’s rich! This is going to be fun!”
My son grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me to my feet and started towards the door. In just a few seconds I found myself standing in front of the open door looking out towards the street completely naked. As a car drove by, my mind went into overdrive. “You want me to go out there like this? Are you sure? I mean if any of the neighbors see me your fun is liable to be coming to a quick end when they begin complaining.”
“Oh, I’m not worried. If anyone complains I’ll tell dad why I’m doing this and he’ll understand. In fact, I think he’ll approve of what I made you do and my reasons for doing it. I win either way. Now get out there.”
Once again, I realized that he held all the cards. As that old Sci-Fi series, Star Trek saying goes, “Resistance is futile.”
I swallowed hard and nervously walked out onto the porch and quickly said. “I apologize . . .”
I was interrupted by my son, “NOT YET! Danny needs to be out there with you. Back up and make some room for him.”
Doing so would mean that I’d be coming dangerously close to being seen by my nosey neighbor, Mrs. Hardin, so I crept ever so close to the edge almost hugging the outside wall between my house and my neighbor’s yard until Danny was able to stand outside as my son wanted him to stand.
“I Apologize, Danny.”
“What?” Danny asked innocently. “I didn’t hear you. Speak up a bit, please.”
I realized that he was only trying to prolong my humiliation but I didn’t want my neighbor to hear. I cleared my throat and tried again in a slightly louder voice, “I apologize, Danny.”
“What did you say?”
“I SAID I’M SORRY, OKAY? I REALLY MEAN IT. I’M SORRY!”
Everyone began giggling. “You know your boobs really jiggle when you shout like that,” Vickie teased. Her comment made me blush again as everyone looked at my chest.
Just then I heard my nosey neighbor shouting back from somewhere in her front yard, “DID YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME, KELLY? IS EVERYTHING OKAY? DO YOU NEED HELP?”
HOLY CRAP! “Ah, everything’s fine.” I quickly answered back.
“Don’t tell me you lost your towel again, Kelly,” she said laughing heartily. I blushed all the more and then went inside.
My son and Danny were STILL laughing as they led me to the middle of the room and helped me back onto the carpet once again. I didn’t see Vickie anywhere but I was too distracted by thoughts of what was to come to worry about her.
The boy took hold of the plastic adult diaper and opened it up and yes, he made sure the tapes were on the correct side. He then put it next to me and tried to quickly shove it under my back. Of course, that wasn’t going to work as it just bunched up against my side. I wasn’t sure who was more nervous – him or me!
“Danny,” I suggested politely, “Why don’t you pull it back away from me and this time I’ll lift up my bottom and then you can slide it under me. Would that be okay?”
“I’ve got a better idea, mom,” my son said as he forcefully grabbed my ankles and began lifting them up in the air.
“AHHHHH” I screamed, ‘What are you doing?”
My son is a rather big boy, stout and strong like his father and he was not only able to lift my legs up with ease, but he was also able to lift my entire bottom up off the ground just as if I was some infant on a changing table. As he stood above me holding my butt off the ground exposing my slit to the room he said, “Go ahead, Danny, now try it.”
The poor boy was laughing so hard he was barely able to get the material under me. Finally, Jason set me down and I quickly clenched my ankles back together as they reached the floor. Danny took up a position at my feet and looked at me. Just then Vickie walked back into the room. Her timing was impeccable. Everyone knew what was going to have to happen next and the air hung thick with tension. Each of them was looking at me in anticipation as if they were all wondering if I was going to do it or if I was going to cause another scene. I COULD have caused a scene, but if I waited to be TOLD what to do or waited until Danny instructed me to spread my legs it would have been all the more humiliating for me. I decided just to go ahead and get it over with.
Without saying some much as a word I opened my legs and spread them wide so that Danny could finish pulling up the front flap and fastening my diaper.
I have to tell you the looks on their faces were priceless! What I wouldn’t have given to have taken a picture of their expressions at that very moment. They were a mixture of surprise, shock, awe, excitement and extreme pleasure. It’s hard to imagine their looks, I know, but that’s the best description I can give and they sent shivers up my spine as I scanned the room.
Danny finally came to his senses and went to work completing his job. After fumbling with the tape a few times, he eventually got it fastened.
“Stand up and let us look at you, mom.”
I should have stayed on the floor like I was.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 7
I should have stayed on the floor like I was. The moment I stood up, the diaper fell completely off and puddled around my feet. Everyone began pointing and laughing at me as I just stood there like an idiot. They were carrying on so that I almost missed the fact that a strange sound had been momentarily present in the background.
It wasn’t until I heard Vickie say, “I’ll get it,” as she ran towards the front door that I realized that it had indeed been the doorbell.
I immediately started to use my arms to cover-up and make a dash for the hallway when my son held up his hand informing me to stay put just as I was. Before I could react, Vickie opened the door and there standing outside was another young man.
“Tom, you got here fast!” Vickie said as she pulled the boy into the room. “Everybody this is Tom, my boyfriend.”
“Hi, Tom!” Jason and Danny replied, obviously surprised that he was here.
“Sorry to barge in but when I got Vickie’s text telling me where she was, I just stopped by to give her the money I owed her. I can’t stay long.” He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some dollar bills and handed them to her. “So . . . whaddya all doing?” Tom asked as his eyes grew as big as saucers after spotting me standing there naked.
Vickie laughed and explained, “We’re trying to teach my little brother some basic babysitting skills. As you can see, he failed Diapering 101.”
Tom just laughed as he realized what was pooled around my feet. “Oh. My. GAWD. That’s a DIAPER?!”
“Yes, silly. This was my brother’s first attempt at putting on one and it just fell to the ground.”
“Well, no wonder. He didn’t put it on tight enough,” Tom said obviously trying to impress his girlfriend by being in-the-know. “If you put it on too loose it will fall off.”
“You think you could do better, go ahead and try, smart guy. It’s not as easy as it looks,” Danny snapped sarcastically.
“Piece of cake,” he said as he swaggered on over to where I was standing and bent down to pick up the diaper. He tried snatching it away from my feet in one swift motion but it was still wrapped around my ankles and just snagged against them causing the others to snicker. “Um . . . could you step out of this thing, please?” he asked a bit impatiently while looking up at my face.
I grinned back at him letting him know that I thought he wasn’t the stud he imagined himself to be and proceeded to do just as he asked. As I lifted my leg out of the material I noticed he was no longer looking at my face but right up at my . . . I hurried up and soon the material was free from entanglement.
The boy struggled with trying to figure out how to undo the tape without wrecking the absorbent cloth or the tabs that held the sticky tape. Vickie just looked on obviously enjoying her boyfriend’s predicament. Looking at her, I thought, “I am going to have to watch that one.” Vickie seemed to have a knack for embarrassing people. Meanwhile Tom finally got the ends free and asked me to lie down again so that he could put it on properly.
My heart began to race as I knew what was coming – another boy was going to see my most intimate parts!!! What made matters worse in my mind was that I could feel myself becoming moist and I hoped like heck he wouldn’t notice.
I felt my face turn hot and flushed as I spread my legs for him to finish what he had started. Unlike Danny, Tom made an extra effort to pull the sides of the diaper very tight before fastening the sticky tabs on each side. “You have to make sure you get it really good and tight,” he announced to the group, otherwise it will be too loose and fall off.”
“No joke, Sherlock,” Danny commented half under his breath.
“Go ahead and stand up,” Tom instructed as he helped me to my feet. “TA DA!” he announced with pride showing off his handwork.
Just then the diaper popped open and rapidly fell to the floor leaving me completely exposed once again.
“What was that you were saying Tom?” Vickie said, hardly able to get the words out as she was laughing so hard.
“It’s not my fault,” the boy protested. “The tape isn’t as sticky now as a new diaper would be. I did it right, I swear!”
No one was enjoying my predicament more than Danny. “Yeah, SURE you did. I TOLD you it wasn’t so easy.”
Tom made his excuses then finally saying he had to go and left in a huff as everyone else kept on laughing.
Vickie came up next to me and surprised me by putting her arm around my back and gave me a gentle hug. “So, is this the type of thing that turns you on?”
A terrible thought raced into my head. I hated to admit it but it was. This was the type of stuff that, truth-be-told, most of my fantasies consisted of – finding myself naked not by choice but by circumstance. All through this whole ordeal I was so wrapped up in the emotions and horrifying embarrassment that I had been feeling all afternoon, I hadn’t realized that what was happening to me was so similar to my online fantasies. I also came to the frightening conclusion that my feelings going through all of this were NOTHING like I had imagined them to be online. They were so INTENSE! The adrenalin rush and the combination of fear, excitement and arousal were actually overwhelming and downright addictive!
Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself giving Vickie an enthusiastic “YES” as an answer. When I realized what I had done I began to get very embarrassed. Their laughter didn’t help at all, either, as they all knew that my response was genuine and from the heart.
“I didn’t mean . . .”
“YES, YOU DID!” Vickie said practically dying in hysterics. The boys didn’t seem to catch on or have a sense of what had just happened as men tend to take things superficially and ever so literally, but Vickie obviously understood the deeper meaning of my answer and that thought terrified me as I knew that Vickie now fully grasped the power that she had over me. By manipulating my son, she could completely and utterly control me.
But the really scary part was that I found myself getting unbelievably aroused by that very idea. This was so wrong, I thought, but I was so intrigued by the prospect.
“I have an idea of what to do next,” Vickie said as she hurried over to the boys and began whispering so that I couldn’t hear. “What do you think?” she finally asked.
“I think it’s a GREAT Idea,” my son answered.
“So do I!” Danny added with a huge grin.
Vickie came up to me and re-fastened my diaper. “Let’s go.” She said playfully. “You’re just going to LOVE this!”
“Wait a minute!!” I protested. “I can’t go outside like this –topless and wearing a diaper; what if . . .” My words were interrupted when my diaper fell to the ground again as the tape failed to hold.
“Oh that . . . well if it happens. It happens. Too bad for you, eh?”
“VICKIE, NO!” I shouted as she began dragging me to the open front door. “Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.”
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 8
Vickie kept a tight grip on my arm as she dragged me towards the open door. After watching me struggle in protest, Danny got on my other side and took hold of my free arm to help her get me out of the house. It was no use in struggling anyway as I knew in my mind that I was going to do whatever they wanted me to do but that didn’t make things any easier for me – I was scared to death! I had to live with the people in those houses nearby every day.
In a matter of mere seconds, I found myself outside clad only in a diaper right in my own neighborhood! I quickly looked around trying to spot my noisy neighbor but fortunately for me she was nowhere to be seen. Her dog was, however, and he began barking loudly as we made our way down the driveway heading towards the street and Vickie’s car which was parked at the curb.
“REX, shut up!” I snapped in my most intimidating voice, but he kept barking all the louder. I just knew his yapping was going to alert my nosey neighbor and she’d soon spot me being escorted topless in the humiliating get-up I was forced to wear. If she really did spot me, I would just die!
Then it happened. Just as we were half way down my yard, the damn tape failed once again and the diaper fell completely off!! Before the kids knew what was going on they had walked me right out of the diaper and were still heading towards the car but now with a totally naked me in tow.
“WAIT!” I snapped desperately. “My . . .”
We all stopped and turned just in time to see my neighbor’s dog grab the thing in his mouth and playfully run away with it! Rex was heading right towards my neighbor’s front porch dragging the article along with him.
“Let’s get out of here!” I exclaimed to the laughter of my tormentors.
“What’s the matter? Afraid someone will find your diaper? Maybe we should go and get it,” Vickie teased and playfully tried changing directions to follow that dog.
“NO!” I exclaimed in a panic. “Either we leave right now or take me back into the house! I MEAN IT!”
Jason opened the back door of Vickie’s car and beckoned me to get inside. I didn’t have to get a second invitation. I broke free and literally jumped into the car and tried to curl up into a ball. Jason chuckled and shut the door as the others climbed inside at a leisurely pace.
It didn’t matter that I was naked and about to be taken to lord knows where. I was at least out of sight of my neighbor. No sooner had that thought left my head, I saw that neighbor open her front door and walk out onto her porch. I heard her calling out playfully, “Rex, come here boy. Whatcha got there, boy? What is it, huh?”
To my shame she pulled the plastic diaper out of the dog’s mouth and held it up. I saw her face break out into a huge grin and then she immediately looked over in our direction. Let me tell you I couldn’t slink down into the car fast enough. Jason and Danny waved playfully at her knowing all the while that ANY attention from this lady would only add to my embarrassment.
My stupid neighbor just shook her head while still looking in our direction and grinning from ear to ear. I could only hope she didn’t suspect that the diaper was mine and that she chalked it up to the teenagers’ youthful high spirits playing a prank on her.
As my neighbor took a few steps off her porch in our direction, Vickie started her car and in a moment we off. I had no idea where, but we were off!
“OH, THANK GOODNESS!” I sighed as my heart was still pounding. Then I looked down and saw my body exposed to the world and my mouth instantly went dry. Then I looked out the window and seeing all the houses in my subdivision rapidly passing by I began to get really worried. “Um . . . where are we going?”
“You’ll see . . .” Vickie said almost choking on her words as she was laughing so hard. “Oh, this is working out even better than I had planned now that you lost your diaper. I was willing to go back for it but NOOOOO, YOU had to leave right away.”
I just sulked quietly in my seat. There was no use arguing with her as she’d only have ammunition to tease me with. Naturally I used my arms to cover as much as I could and positioned my legs to keep anything intimate from showing. The last thing I needed was to be seen by some driver who might take it into his head to call the police.
Soon I began to get a sense of where we were and some of the places Vickie might be trying to take me – but I was wrong. She kept driving past all the spots I thought might interest her. Then I saw it up ahead.
“Vickie, no!”
It was the public beach! She was taking me to the beach that was closest to where I lived! She pulled into the lot and found a parking space some distance away from other cars. Judging from the number of vehicles in the lot, the place had a number of beachgoers but it wasn’t as crowded as it usually was like on a weekend in July.
“You don’t expect me to go swimming like THIS, do you? I mean fun is fun but . . .”
“Swimming . . . no, it’s too late for that and the water might be a bit chilly. I thought we’d just take a walk down the beach looking for seashells.” Vickie looked at me for a moment and must have seen the sheer look of terror on my face because she added, “Relax . . . will ya? I already talked it over with the boys and we agreed that you can get to wear something. The doggy thing back home was an accident and wasn’t part of the plan anyway.”
“You’re REALLY going to give me something to wear? I don’t have to walk the beach completed naked?!”
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief and then I spotted the opened box of diapers on the floor that Vickie had said earlier she had purchased for her aging aunt. “You aren’t planning on making me wear another diaper, are you? That would be so . . .”
My son laughed and said, “No mom – it’s not a diaper, and besides, if we wanted to make you wear a diaper, we would, no matter what you’d say. Got it?”
I decided not to make things worse so I kept my mouth shut. My son got out of the car and went to the trunk and opened it up as Danny and Vickie followed him outside. “Okay mom, get on out here and get dressed. We’ve got what we want you to wear ready to go.”
There was something in his voice that made me start breathing heavily. I nervously looked around to see if anyone was about. There were a few people in the distance in plain sight, but they were a bit farther towards the actual beach itself and not really looking my way. Still, there WAS risk. “Listen, couldn’t you just hand me my outfit and I’ll put it on inside the car? Then we could go walking along the beach looking for seashells?”
Needless to say, I was shocked when I heard Vickie say, “I guess that’d be okay. Here,” she said as she handed me . . .
“A BUCKET?!” I exclaimed totally in disbelief. “You want me to wear a plastic bucket? How in the world am I going to do that?”
They all laughed as Vickie explained, “On your head, silly. Turn it upside down and put it over your head.”
“What the hell . . .? You guys are joking, right? This orange plastic bucket will draw everyone’s attention right to me! I’ll be the laughing stock of the entire beach!”
“That’s the whole idea,” Vickie said laug hing uncontrollably. “You catch on quick! Of course, if you’d rather go COMPLETELY naked that would be okay with us too. We just thought out of the goodness of our hearts we’d be kind and let you wear something instead.”
“WICKED!” Danny added, almost as if he hadn’t figured out the whole purpose was to totally degrade and humiliate me as well as letting everyone get a good look at my naked body! As bad as it was to wear that stupid thing, at least my face would be covered.
“I’ll give you to the count of three to get your ass out here or it will be worse for you, I promise,” my son demanded. “One . . . Two . . .”
I slammed the bucket over my hair and let it rest on my shoulders. “I’m out already,” I said with my voice echoing inside the bucket as I anxiously stepped out of the car. I felt like such a fool! Of course, I was blind and couldn’t see a thing! The cool breeze made me acutely aware of just how exposed I was to anyone who might happen to look at me. I felt my nipples drawing up tightly too – in part because of the wind and in part because of my intense arousal.
Vickie took hold of one of my arms and my son held the other and they both began leading me across the parking lot. The asphalt was hot against my bare feet and the rough edges felt none too good on my soles either. I was totally blind! I couldn’t tell if anyone had noticed me or not. I strained with my ears to listen for any discernable sound that might indicate that I had been spotted or that I might be in trouble.
I couldn’t believe they were actually going to lead me onto such a public beach – NAKED except for a stupid orange bucket on my head!!! A beach that practically everyone in town uses; a place where people I know regularly frequent. What if I’m seen? What if I’m arrested? What if . . .
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Great, Hooked6! This story I hadn't seen before, and believe me, I've searched for your stories all over the web. Thanks.
I hope there is more to it than you've posted,
I hope there is more to it than you've posted,
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underdog_13 wrote: Tue Mar 10, 2026 4:47 pm Great, Hooked6! This story I hadn't seen before, and believe me, I've searched for your stories all over the web. Thanks.
I hope there is more to it than you've posted,
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma Chapters 9-12A (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 9
Faster than I would have liked I felt sand under my feet – we had reached the beach! Even under the bucket I could smell the intoxicating aroma of the sea and hear the sounds of the seagulls cawing in the distance and the gentle slapping of the waves against the shore.
“Oh, there’s one,” I heard Vickie say as she let go of my arm momentarily, I could sense her bending down next to me and it sounded like she was picking something up. “Isn’t it pretty?”
“Look at the colors,” Danny said. “That shell is not even broken.”
I wanted so badly to see what she had found. Instead, I just stood there like a dope with a bucket on my head.
As we resumed walking along in the sand, I was constantly on edge wondering how many people were on the beach. Was it deserted? If there were people on the beach, were they far away from where we were walking or were there people standing only a few feet from me ogling my flesh? There HAD to be people on the beach as the parking had an awful lot of cars in it for the beach to be empty. I had this mental image of how I must have looked in my mind – my chest with its tightly drawn nipples pointing the way, my boobs jiggling with each step that I took as the plastic bucket rattled against my skull. Perhaps it was because of the bucket I was wearing concentrating scents, but I could swear I could even smell my own arousal! I felt myself blush at the very thought that my own son and this girl, and who knows how many others nearby, could tell how aroused I was! The breeze didn’t help matters either as it only reinforced the fact of how exposed I truly was – the gentle wafting of air teasing my clitoris like a soft. “WHOA,” I said to myself. “I need to change the subject!”
This was so humiliating. I wanted to just die! I was a proud woman with a fine reputation. I was a good mother – a conservative person with morals and a sense of right and wrong and here I was looking like a complete fool; a naked one to boot! What in the hell was I doing? I continued my self-recrimination for some time, mentally kicking myself for getting into this mess in the first place. Once I was so angry I even fiercely kicked some sand high in the air earning a strong rebuke from my son who must have gotten covered as it blew back upon him in the breeze.
Then what I had been dreading seemed to overtake me and slapped me across the head like a ton of bricks.
“HOLY MANOLLIE!” I heard a man say laughing. “Jason? What in the world?”
It was Henry Edwards, a man who worked with my husband. I recognized his voice and it was coming closer. OH HELL. He was going to recognize me and then I’d be screwed. How could I explain this? I froze with fear and felt my legs begin to shake.
Then other voices almost simultaneously rang out from various areas around the beach – some from behind me, others from out in front and all were rapidly coming closer. I had been spotted!
“Hey everybody, check out that stupid naked whore on the beach,” one girl shouted as I heard others laughing in the background.
“Jason? What’s going on? Does your mother know what you’re up to?
“Oh, she knows all right . . .” my son replied snidely. His answer made my heart skip a beat.
“And just what’s the idea of parading this woman down the beach like that? Are you crazy? Who is the unfortunate soul that you’ve got under there anyway? She’s too old to be your girlfriend,” and then to me he added, “Have you no shame, young lady?”
His remark cut me to the quick and I felt horrible – surely, I must be a tramp; a skank; a trailer park-Jerry Springer guest star. Who else would do such a thing? At least Mr. Edwards didn’t immediately recognize me, I thought. But I was sure that at any moment he was going to. By the way he was interrogating my son he was bound to get to the bottom of things. He was just like my husband. Once he got a hold of something he wouldn’t let it be until he was satisfied. I was so screwed.
“Well . . . you see . . . it’s like this . . .” my son stammered. This was the first time I had witnessed him at a loss for words since this ordeal began and that fact just killed any remaining confidence that I might have had that I could get out of this with my reputation and marriage intact.
Then Vickie spoke up in the nick of time with an air of smugness and an exuberance that bordered on the absurd, “This is my older sister and she’s doing her initiation for her sorority. I’m in charge of making sure she goes through with it all.” Then in a sickeningly sweet voice she asked, “Isn’t she just the CUTEST thing?”
“I’ll say and how!” Mr. Edwards said sounding like a perverted old man that he probably was.
I felt myself getting wetter by the minute! This coworker of my husband was practically drooling over me! Well, him along with who knows how many other people that I sensed had surrounded me. I could only imagine the views they were getting – seeing me from every possible angle!
“Look at that ass!” I heard a young college guy exclaim from behind me and then I shrieked as I felt him suddenly pinching it between his fingers. I wanted to scream at him but I dared not speak a word lest I gave myself a way.
“HENRY?! HENRY EDWARDS . . . You get away from that tramp this instant!”
I knew that voice that was screaming from a distance. It was his wife, Annabelle. Oh this could get really bad . . . REALLY bad!
“But Annie, come see. This girl is going through a sorority initiation. Give me your phone I want to take a picture. The guys at the office aren’t going to believe this!”
I heard footsteps approaching and some shuffling then I felt my son letting go of me and I heard him walk off somewhere. Before I could make sense of it all, I felt a strange arm wrap itself around my back making me jump. I jumped even more when I heard Henry’s voice right next to me saying, “Okay Annie, this pose will do nicely.”
“You’d better make it count buster, because I’m only taking one,” his wife said seemingly put out by his request but obviously giving in just to keep him happy. She seemed to be standing right in front of me now. She was going to take my picture with my husband’s coworker posing next to me for posterity!! My mind boggled at the sleazy stories this man would probably tell at my husband’s office about his day at the beach all the while showing that picture of my body around to everyone he knew! I just HAD to make sure that he never discovered who I really was.
“I’m ready,” I heard him say then I felt his hand moving lower and groping my butt cheek just as I heard his wife reply, “Okay, I’ve got it. Now let’s go!”
I couldn’t believe it! My husband’s friend just fondled my ass! I didn’t know if I could ever face him again knowing that he was the one that copped a feel of my butt while I was naked on the beach! He had the picture to prove it too! If he ever showed that picture while he was at our house, I wasn’t sure that I could keep my composure in front of my husband. He’d know something was up just from the way I’d react. Still – it was a nice little secret.
“See you later, Jason. Have fun!” I heard Henry say with disappointment in his voice as he walked off. Oh, how I wished that I could see what was going on. Did he really leave, I wondered?
Vickie spoke up suddenly yanking my arm, “Who wants to help me with her initiation?”
The response was unanimous. From the sounds of the replies there must have been two dozen people in front of me, male and female – mostly a younger crowd, many sounding like kids my son’s age! There were also several older voices as well. Gawd, I hope they don’t belong to any other people I know!
Vickie whispered ever so quietly in my ear – I texted a bunch of my friends to see this and you had BETTER NOT disappoint me, got it?”
So THAT’S why there were so many cars in the parking lot on a weekday. She made all those text messages to her friends! I wondered how many of those “friends of Vickie” were in my son’s class or were they all seniors like Vickie?
Vickie suddenly yanked my arm and whispered even more firmly than before, “GOT IT?”
I simply nodded my head which made the bucket rattle making all the kids laugh all the more.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 10
“Okay, it’s time to play spin the bucket!” Vickie announced with glee. Most everyone clapped and cheered to her suggestion even though I was sure that no one other than Vickie even knew what that was. “So, this is how it works. My sister here with the bucket on her head is going to spin around and around then when I yell ‘stop’ she has to try and tag one of us. If she can’t then she has to do it again.”
How stupid was that? There was even more cheering, however, as those watching obviously liked the idea.
“Okay Kel . . . I mean, sister dearest, GO!”
Feeling like an idiot, I started to slowly spin – round and round and round. She kept me doing this for quite some time as all the others laughed at me. Finally, she yelled, “STOP! Now try and tag somebody!”
I wanted desperately to get this over with so I decided to run with my arms outstretched even though I couldn’t see, just so I could catch somebody by surprise and tag them.
That was the plan. The moment that I started to try and take steps, I began weaving terribly this way and that. I was so dizzy I couldn’t keep my balance and it wasn’t long before I fell backward on the sand. My bucket practically fell off my head as I fell. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to reach up on my way down to hold onto it. Otherwise, my identity would be discovered for sure.
Everyone was now laughing their fool heads off. Then I realized why. I had landed in the sand so awkwardly that my legs were splayed wide open giving everyone a shot right up to my vagina!
“Look at her Cooter!” Some boy yelled. “She’s fricken wet!”
“OH MAN,” yelled another girl, “CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? SHE’S WET - SHE’S LOVING THIS!”
There was even more laughter as I desperately tried to slam my legs together only to end up pushing sand into a pile between my knees because I failed to lift them up off the beach!! The result was that I was still exposed and the crowd of teenagers loved it! It’s not an easy thing to do when you’re dizzy and blinded by a bucket and can’t see a thing! I tried to stand up but I was still disoriented and only managed to get to my knees before I fell forward onto my chin leaving my butt sticking up in the air for everyone to see. The crowd was in near hysterics at that and some of the comments made me blush profusely under my head covering.
“Okay, sweetie,” Vickie said taking a hold of one of my hands and helping me to my feet. “Let’s try this again.” She began walking me a short distance – presumably for my own safety as I had no idea where I had landed, and then suddenly stopped. “Ready? Set . . . GO!”
Despite my misgivings I began to comply and started to spin again. It didn’t take long this time before I was hardly able to keep my balance. I think the fact that I couldn’t see anything only made the vertigo happen even quicker and with greater intensity than a normal person would have experienced. I was dizzy as hell and still spinning. I could tell that I wasn’t spinning in the same spot either, as I was wobbling to the left and right with each half turn. I could only hope I didn’t bang into a tree or someone’s picnic table!
Suddenly Vickie yelled, “STOP!! QUICKLY NOW, TRY AND TAG SOMEBODY!”
Once again, I tried to sprint off in one direction to tag some unsuspecting person but I could hardly stand up straight let alone walk. I started to try running in the hopes I’d have better balance. BIG mistake - all of a sudden, I felt a splash and I was in the water! I quickly tried to turn in order to get back on the beach but I only found more water. With each wobbly step I took I ended up deeper and deeper in the water. Then I started to fall – head first into the sea!
I screamed and in an instant my bucket flew off my head and I then hit the water myself. I screamed again and tried to cover my face. Mercifully I quickly noticed I was facing away from the beach! I could also see my bucket being carried away on an outgoing wave!
I panicked and tried desperately to retrieve it splashing and flailing around in the surf all the while trying to keep facing AWAY from the onlookers on shore. Finally, I was able to reach out and grab it. I stood up and immediately pulled it over my head. A copious amount of water had been in the bucket, however, and my head and hair were drenched!
If you could have heard the laughter coming from the shore at that very moment you would have thought you were at a live performance of the Blue-Collar Comedy Tour. I was mortified. Everyone was laughing at my expense.
Having no other choice I turned, with the bucket now re-covering my face and head, and started walking to what I presumed was the way towards shore. I was only about 15 yards out but it seemed like it was taking forever to reach it. When I tried peeking out a little from under the bucket, I only saw water.
“HEY BLONDE BIMBO,” a woman shouted from the beach, “TURN LEFT.”
I resented being called a bimbo but I was indeed grateful for the help. That is until I ran right into some guy on an inner-tube floating along the water. Much to his amusement and everyone else on the beach, I fell right into his lap! I immediately tried kicking my feet to upright myself and get off his stupid floatation ring but not being able to see that was harder than you’d think it’d be. My boobs were right against his chest too and the more I wiggled the more I rubbed them against his skin.
“Nice rack, lady!” he quipped as he leaned forward to increase the pressure.
I had had enough of that and jumped backwards as hard as I could and ended up in the water again. This time as I was going down, I stole a glance and saw where I was. Composing myself I stood up and began my humiliating trek towards the others.
My son took hold of my hand and helped me onto the beach. “That was hilarious!” he said, “Just hilarious!”
“Where’s Jay Edward Farnsworth? Is he here?” Vickie asked the crowd in a loud voice. “I saw him wandering around earlier. Is he here now watching us?”
“WHO?” Someone asked.
“Jay Edward. You know, that pimply-faced nerdy kid that always gets ‘A’s’ in Calculus.”
“Oh, he’s over there.”
“Well, will someone go and get him and bring him over here, please?”
I heard several people running off as my son and Danny resumed their grasps on my arms. Even though I couldn’t see a thing, I could just picture that kid in my mind’s eye. I guess everyone knows a Jay Edward from their days in school – always shy, wearing clothes that are completely out of style and naïve as all get out. I found myself smiling underneath my bucket as I imagined this kid being brought to the rest of the group. Then I had a terrible thought as I realized what Vickie was about to do.
“THERE YOU ARE!” Vickie exclaimed. “Come here. I want you to see something . . . come on you big Doofus, she won’t bite.”
I heard footsteps approaching me and then suddenly stop.
“Have you ever seen a real, live NAKED girl before, Jay Edward?”
“Um . . . yes . . . well no, that is not really; not a real girl . . . just pictures, you know.”
“Well, this is what one looks like. What do you think? Is she pretty?”
I could hear the poor boy’s breathing get very labored as I assumed he was looking me over before responding to Vickie’s question. “SURE!” He replied with more than a bit of enthusiasm. His answer made everyone laugh. The fact that I was probably the ONLY naked girl he had probably EVER seen in his entire life made me grow quite wet.
“Well, Jay Edward, this is your lucky day because you get to pick a card from the two that I am holding. On each card is a final task that she must complete for her initiation. YOU my nerdy friend can be the one who decides her fate.”
“ALL RIGHT!” he exclaimed with pride.
“That is . . . IF you agree to do my calculus homework tomorrow.”
“DONE!”
I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on but I could hear what sounded like the rustling of paper for several minutes. Then Vickie continued. “Okay sport, here are the two cards I told you about. Pick one and read it aloud to everybody. I promise you that she will do whatever the task is that you pick – so pick carefully. One is something you’d really like – the other is just embarrassing.”
“GOT IT!” the boy said emphatically.
“Well, Doofus, what does it say?”
“It says . . .
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 11
“GOT IT!” the boy said emphatically.
“Well, Doofus, what does it say?”
“It says . . . You’re a contestant in a wheelbarrow race! You’re the driver, she’s the wheelbarrow.”
I heard everyone hooting and hollering like crazy the moment he finished reading the card! A wheelbarrow race?! I couldn’t believe it. Oh, this Vickie was really good at this stuff. I KNEW I needed to keep an eye on her. Now, I couldn’t even see because of this stupid bucket on my head. I could just imagine the view this nerdy kid was going to get picking up my ankles and spreading them apart so he could steer as I tried to be the wheelbarrow trying to run along on my hands. OMG! He’d see everything! And . . . just HOW was I supposed to keep this stupid bucket from falling off letting everyone see my face in that position anyway?
Then I heard this kid say, “Who am I going to race against? I mean if it’s a race, I have to compete with someone, right?”
“You are indeed competing,” Vickie said giggling, “But not against another wheelbarrow team but against the clock.”
“Huh? I don’t get it.”
“I thought you were smart, kiddo. This is a timed event. You and my sister here will have a set amount of time to get across the finish line. As you know wheelbarrow races can be a bit tricky so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ll give you three tries to beat the clock.”
The crowd began chuckling as if they were all in on a secret except poor Jay Edward - well and of course ME. I had no idea what this was all about but I was beginning to think it was much more than just a simple task to humiliate me further.
“How much time do I get?”
“You have 15 seconds to cross the finish line.”
“So . . . what do I get if I win and do it in less than 15 seconds?”
This kid was sharp. I could see that he might be the type of guy that figured all the angles before just leaping into something. What else would one expect from a math major in school?
Vickie laughed and I could hear her walking over towards where I was standing. “Well, my nerdy friend. If you WIN, my sister here gets to go home. Her initiation will be over. That’s HER incentive to really give it her best effort.”
“Awwwwwwww . . .” The crowd let out a huge collective sigh of disappointment. I, on the other hand, was cheering my fool head off – silently of course. At LAST, this ordeal was about to be over!
“Well, that SUCKS,” the boy exclaimed. “I just GOT HERE!”
“Yeah well, I know what you’re thinking – you want her to stick around. So, just to be sure you don’t throw the contest on purpose, if you don’t do your best and you LOSE, my friends and I here will strip you naked just like my sister and make you play with yourself in front of all these people until you cum!”
The crowd was now cheering as if they had another unexpected opportunity to add to their fun. Since Vickie had said that many of the people here were classmates of hers because she had texted them earlier, I could only assume that this boy was also a classmate and who wouldn’t want to see a boy you go to school with humiliated like that – someone you could tease in the hallways every day?
“BUT THAT’S NOT FAIR! I’m not playing! I quit!”
“Suit yourself but if you do, just realize that in my book, quitters are losers and, like I said, if you LOSE we’ll strip you and you’ll know what will happen.”
The crowd began chanting, “Loser . . . Loser . . . LOSER . . . LOSER,” as if this were some sort of episode of the Jerry Springer show.
Vickie calmed the crowd and the shouting voices slowly got to a dull murmur. “At least if give it your best shot you have a chance at avoiding all that embarrassment.”
“FINE!” he muttered in a huff. Where do we start and where is the finish line?”
Vickie used her foot to make a line in the sand and explained. “Here is the starting line.” Then I heard her walking away from me – her voice trailing softer as she did so. Finally, I heard her shouting WAY in the distance, “And THIS is the finish line.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! That’s like 100 yards away! I’m not sure that I could do that in 15 seconds!”
My son spoke up, “Don’t give up before you even try, dude. You never know what you can do until you try. Be a man and suck it up and give it your best shot.”
“Loser . . . loser . . . LOSER . . . LOSER!” the crowd began chanting again, I’m sure much to the chagrin of the poor boy.
“All RIGHT already!” Jay Edward yelled angrily at the crowd.
All of a sudden, I felt my son grab my arm and lead me forward several steps. “Alright, Ma . . . I mean ma’am. Get down on your hands and knees right here. You’re at the starting line.”
I was never so embarrassed in my entire life! I knew that everyone was looking at me and they ALL knew what was coming. I could only imagine each and every one of them jockeying for position to get the best view right up between my legs as the nerdy kid grabbed them.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted when I suddenly felt his hand on my ankles. In an instant both of my legs were lifted off the ground. I did my best to hold them as closely together as I could but as the poor kid struggled just to keep my ankles in the air. I knew it was a lost cause.
Jay Edward cleared his throat and his voice sounded two octaves higher in pitch as he nervously asked, “Um . . . is it supposed to be all shinny like that?”
“What?” Vickie asked.
“Her . . . um . . . you know . . . “
Everyone began giggling. “I DON’T know. Is what supposed to be all shinny like that?”
I heard the poor boy take in a couple of very deep breaths as if he was trying to work up the nerve to answer her question. Of course I was mortified beyond all belief. I KNEW what was he was looking at! I was so wet and worked up I couldn’t believe how aroused I was! Vickie was just egging the poor lad on just to prolong and heighten BOTH of our embarrassments.
“Oh man . . . you know . . . her thing. Is it supposed to shine like that or do they all look like that?”
Vickie was laughing so hard I thought she surely was going to pee her pants. “Go on, say it. There’s a name for it, ya know.”
“Her va . . . her sex area . . . you know . . . her vagina thingy. “
The crowd was laughing hilariously and I could just picture the poor boy’s face in my mind. Trust me. I knew EXACTLY how he felt. It must have taken all he had just to say THAT!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 12
“That happens when a woman gets excited, you big dummy. Don’t you know anything about girls? You should be proud of yourself though,” she said now sounding a bit more empathetic.” YOU got my sister all horny and wet. It looks almost as if she’s BEGGING for it. I would LOVE to see your moves big boy, but we’ve got a race to run.”
Everyone went into hysterics laughing like crazy. My face blushed so much, the temperature under the bucket felt like it rose 20 degrees! Now there was no mistaking the fact that EVERYONE knew that I was horny as all get out - turned on by all that was happening to me. Before, I had taken comfort in the fact that only Jay Edward and maybe my son could see my wetness as the others probably were too far away to notice or see clearly. But now, thanks to that bitch, Vickie, they ALL knew!
When the laughter died down, I heard Vickie say. “Okay. I’ve got the time ready to measure. Now, on your Mark, get set. GO!”
Jay Edward was in such a hurry to get going that he started pushing before I was even ready to move my hands and as a result, he lifted my legs right up in the air so that I was practically standing on my head. In just a second or two I would have ended up flipping all the way over! I instinctively grabbed my bucket to keep it from falling off and ended up falling down into the soft sand – yes, my legs spread every which way exposing me all the more.
“TIME’S UP!” Vickie announced as I was still stumbling around trying to get back into position.”
“Time’s UP? We haven’t even started yet!” Jay Edward complained. “This girl’s a klutz.”
Danny, who up to now had kept quiet, finally spoke up. “I guess that’s why she’s giving you THREE tries to cross the finish line in 15 seconds instead of only one - seems fair to me.”
“Can’t we have a DO-OVER?”
“No Do-overs. This isn’t Kindergarten.” Vickie said firmly. “You’d better get your act together or we all are going to find out just how small you really are. I for one hope you lose. Now get her back to the starting line and get ready.”
My son helped the boy get me back to where I needed to be as I nervously waited for the boy to pick up my ankles again. No one wanted to win this race more than me. THIS time I was going to be ready.
“On your mark, get ready . . . GO!”
She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth when I took off like a shot moving my hand as rapidly as they could go. Not such a good idea. This time I ran away from his grasp and fell flat on my face, um, make that, bucket, as he dropped my legs. He wasn’t about to quit and, in a flash, had regained his grasp and had them in hand again.
As I began moving like crazy, he was having a difficult time holding my legs up. Several times he had them so far apart I felt like I was a cheerleader doing a split! To his credit he didn’t drop me. Oh, what a view he must be getting between my legs!
“LEFT . . . come on, girl, move to the LEFT!” he shouted as I bounced along trying to get me going the way he wanted me to go. My boobs were swaying underneath me back and forth so hard I must have looked a sight but I kept my hands moving – never slowing down not even for a second.
“RIGHT . . . PLEASE FOR GOSH SAKES, MOVE RIGHT!”
People were cheering and I was beginning to get a taste of what it must be like to be an athlete in the Olympics or something as my adrenalin had kicked in and my competitive spirit was not to be denied!
All of a sudden, my hands gave out from under me – slipped, in the soft sand I guess, and I collapsed on the beach flat on my belly. In a nanosecond, the boy landed right on top of my back- his face smooshed against my butt cheeks. People began laughing hysterically again at the obvious fools we were making of ourselves.
“Times up,” Vickie announced as Jay Edward quickly got up apologizing profusely for landing on my butt. I guess he was just moving too fast to stop himself when I fell down. He couldn’t help but do what he did. I wanted to tell him not to worry about it but I didn’t dare utter a word lest that man from my husband’s office was still about and he’d figure out who I was.
You guys did better,” Vickie said encouragingly. “This time you actually made it half way to the finish line!”
“ONLY HALF WAY,” I shouted to myself in my head. I felt like we had run half way to China!
“One more to go,” my son announced glibly. “I’ll help you get set up again.”
In no time at all I was back into position. A lot was riding the outcome of this last event. If I won, I could quit and go home! What a day this has been. If I lost, poor Jay Edward was going to feel the sting of Vickie’s wicked imagination. Better him than me, I thought. But I couldn’t help feeling bad for the poor boy. Still, he was having fun getting to see what very few men had seen – ME up close and personal – well that is until today!
“Are you ready?” Vickie asked as I knelt there on all fours.
“Um . . . just a minute, please. I’d like to have a word with my partner,” The boy said nervously.
“I guess that’d be okay, but make it snappy.”
I heard footsteps coming closer; then I felt someone knocking on my bucket. “Hey lady,” the boy whispered just barely loud enough that I could make out what he was saying. “Listen I really don’t want to lose. You gotta help me win. I CAN’T let them strip me! I just CAN’T! PLEASE whatever you gotta do, please don’t make us lose!”
The bucket clanged against my skull as I nodded my head. I hoped he got the message that I empathized with him and was really going to do my best for BOTH of our sakes.
“On your mark, get set, GO!”
At the speed of light, we both took off – my legs wobbling ever wider apart with each step I took with my hands. Then I felt someone slap my butt – playfully - but it was someone other than Jay Edward as he still had a hold of my ankles. I didn’t stop though and kept my mind on the task at hand. Then there was a knocking on my bucket. My partner then shouted, “STOP IT! That’s not fair!”
I assumed that people were trying to make us lose by forming an informal gauntlet that we had to get through. That made me mad so I gave it all I had. The slaps, pokes and knocks continued but I kept on – then it happened. Jay Edward must have lost his concentration because he suddenly moved my ankles so far apart, I couldn’t tolerate the stretching and I fell down.
“AWwwwwwwwwwww . . .” the collective cry of mock disappointment came from the crowd. ‘The bucket lady’ fell down!”
I was so angry with myself for falling and with those idiots that had interfered with our honest attempt at winning that I stood up and began swinging my arms – lashing out at anyone with reaching distance. Of course no one was. All I heard was laughing.
“Time’s up!” Vickie said giggling. “Too bad, you lose!”
I couldn’t believe the voice that suddenly uttered forth from underneath the bucket. It was I who was speaking but it sounded like Darth Vader from Stars Wars! “DON’T YOU DARE LAY ONE HAND ON THAT BOY! YOU GUYS CHEATED! WE DESERVE ANOTHER CHANCE!” I heard this deep masculine, terrifying voice – MY voice - demanding.
The laughter ceased and everything got quiet.
“Okay Bucket Lady, “Vickie said as she knocked on my head covering. “Let’s say that I agree with you. I’ll give you two another chance, but it will cost you.”
“What do you mean,” I snapped back in my still Vader-like tone.
“You can try again to win but you, my dear bucket-headed sister, will have to do the other card I have in my hand.”
Oh crap. What have I done? I should have kept my big mouth shut!
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 9
Faster than I would have liked I felt sand under my feet – we had reached the beach! Even under the bucket I could smell the intoxicating aroma of the sea and hear the sounds of the seagulls cawing in the distance and the gentle slapping of the waves against the shore.
“Oh, there’s one,” I heard Vickie say as she let go of my arm momentarily, I could sense her bending down next to me and it sounded like she was picking something up. “Isn’t it pretty?”
“Look at the colors,” Danny said. “That shell is not even broken.”
I wanted so badly to see what she had found. Instead, I just stood there like a dope with a bucket on my head.
As we resumed walking along in the sand, I was constantly on edge wondering how many people were on the beach. Was it deserted? If there were people on the beach, were they far away from where we were walking or were there people standing only a few feet from me ogling my flesh? There HAD to be people on the beach as the parking had an awful lot of cars in it for the beach to be empty. I had this mental image of how I must have looked in my mind – my chest with its tightly drawn nipples pointing the way, my boobs jiggling with each step that I took as the plastic bucket rattled against my skull. Perhaps it was because of the bucket I was wearing concentrating scents, but I could swear I could even smell my own arousal! I felt myself blush at the very thought that my own son and this girl, and who knows how many others nearby, could tell how aroused I was! The breeze didn’t help matters either as it only reinforced the fact of how exposed I truly was – the gentle wafting of air teasing my clitoris like a soft. “WHOA,” I said to myself. “I need to change the subject!”
This was so humiliating. I wanted to just die! I was a proud woman with a fine reputation. I was a good mother – a conservative person with morals and a sense of right and wrong and here I was looking like a complete fool; a naked one to boot! What in the hell was I doing? I continued my self-recrimination for some time, mentally kicking myself for getting into this mess in the first place. Once I was so angry I even fiercely kicked some sand high in the air earning a strong rebuke from my son who must have gotten covered as it blew back upon him in the breeze.
Then what I had been dreading seemed to overtake me and slapped me across the head like a ton of bricks.
“HOLY MANOLLIE!” I heard a man say laughing. “Jason? What in the world?”
It was Henry Edwards, a man who worked with my husband. I recognized his voice and it was coming closer. OH HELL. He was going to recognize me and then I’d be screwed. How could I explain this? I froze with fear and felt my legs begin to shake.
Then other voices almost simultaneously rang out from various areas around the beach – some from behind me, others from out in front and all were rapidly coming closer. I had been spotted!
“Hey everybody, check out that stupid naked whore on the beach,” one girl shouted as I heard others laughing in the background.
“Jason? What’s going on? Does your mother know what you’re up to?
“Oh, she knows all right . . .” my son replied snidely. His answer made my heart skip a beat.
“And just what’s the idea of parading this woman down the beach like that? Are you crazy? Who is the unfortunate soul that you’ve got under there anyway? She’s too old to be your girlfriend,” and then to me he added, “Have you no shame, young lady?”
His remark cut me to the quick and I felt horrible – surely, I must be a tramp; a skank; a trailer park-Jerry Springer guest star. Who else would do such a thing? At least Mr. Edwards didn’t immediately recognize me, I thought. But I was sure that at any moment he was going to. By the way he was interrogating my son he was bound to get to the bottom of things. He was just like my husband. Once he got a hold of something he wouldn’t let it be until he was satisfied. I was so screwed.
“Well . . . you see . . . it’s like this . . .” my son stammered. This was the first time I had witnessed him at a loss for words since this ordeal began and that fact just killed any remaining confidence that I might have had that I could get out of this with my reputation and marriage intact.
Then Vickie spoke up in the nick of time with an air of smugness and an exuberance that bordered on the absurd, “This is my older sister and she’s doing her initiation for her sorority. I’m in charge of making sure she goes through with it all.” Then in a sickeningly sweet voice she asked, “Isn’t she just the CUTEST thing?”
“I’ll say and how!” Mr. Edwards said sounding like a perverted old man that he probably was.
I felt myself getting wetter by the minute! This coworker of my husband was practically drooling over me! Well, him along with who knows how many other people that I sensed had surrounded me. I could only imagine the views they were getting – seeing me from every possible angle!
“Look at that ass!” I heard a young college guy exclaim from behind me and then I shrieked as I felt him suddenly pinching it between his fingers. I wanted to scream at him but I dared not speak a word lest I gave myself a way.
“HENRY?! HENRY EDWARDS . . . You get away from that tramp this instant!”
I knew that voice that was screaming from a distance. It was his wife, Annabelle. Oh this could get really bad . . . REALLY bad!
“But Annie, come see. This girl is going through a sorority initiation. Give me your phone I want to take a picture. The guys at the office aren’t going to believe this!”
I heard footsteps approaching and some shuffling then I felt my son letting go of me and I heard him walk off somewhere. Before I could make sense of it all, I felt a strange arm wrap itself around my back making me jump. I jumped even more when I heard Henry’s voice right next to me saying, “Okay Annie, this pose will do nicely.”
“You’d better make it count buster, because I’m only taking one,” his wife said seemingly put out by his request but obviously giving in just to keep him happy. She seemed to be standing right in front of me now. She was going to take my picture with my husband’s coworker posing next to me for posterity!! My mind boggled at the sleazy stories this man would probably tell at my husband’s office about his day at the beach all the while showing that picture of my body around to everyone he knew! I just HAD to make sure that he never discovered who I really was.
“I’m ready,” I heard him say then I felt his hand moving lower and groping my butt cheek just as I heard his wife reply, “Okay, I’ve got it. Now let’s go!”
I couldn’t believe it! My husband’s friend just fondled my ass! I didn’t know if I could ever face him again knowing that he was the one that copped a feel of my butt while I was naked on the beach! He had the picture to prove it too! If he ever showed that picture while he was at our house, I wasn’t sure that I could keep my composure in front of my husband. He’d know something was up just from the way I’d react. Still – it was a nice little secret.
“See you later, Jason. Have fun!” I heard Henry say with disappointment in his voice as he walked off. Oh, how I wished that I could see what was going on. Did he really leave, I wondered?
Vickie spoke up suddenly yanking my arm, “Who wants to help me with her initiation?”
The response was unanimous. From the sounds of the replies there must have been two dozen people in front of me, male and female – mostly a younger crowd, many sounding like kids my son’s age! There were also several older voices as well. Gawd, I hope they don’t belong to any other people I know!
Vickie whispered ever so quietly in my ear – I texted a bunch of my friends to see this and you had BETTER NOT disappoint me, got it?”
So THAT’S why there were so many cars in the parking lot on a weekday. She made all those text messages to her friends! I wondered how many of those “friends of Vickie” were in my son’s class or were they all seniors like Vickie?
Vickie suddenly yanked my arm and whispered even more firmly than before, “GOT IT?”
I simply nodded my head which made the bucket rattle making all the kids laugh all the more.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 10
“Okay, it’s time to play spin the bucket!” Vickie announced with glee. Most everyone clapped and cheered to her suggestion even though I was sure that no one other than Vickie even knew what that was. “So, this is how it works. My sister here with the bucket on her head is going to spin around and around then when I yell ‘stop’ she has to try and tag one of us. If she can’t then she has to do it again.”
How stupid was that? There was even more cheering, however, as those watching obviously liked the idea.
“Okay Kel . . . I mean, sister dearest, GO!”
Feeling like an idiot, I started to slowly spin – round and round and round. She kept me doing this for quite some time as all the others laughed at me. Finally, she yelled, “STOP! Now try and tag somebody!”
I wanted desperately to get this over with so I decided to run with my arms outstretched even though I couldn’t see, just so I could catch somebody by surprise and tag them.
That was the plan. The moment that I started to try and take steps, I began weaving terribly this way and that. I was so dizzy I couldn’t keep my balance and it wasn’t long before I fell backward on the sand. My bucket practically fell off my head as I fell. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to reach up on my way down to hold onto it. Otherwise, my identity would be discovered for sure.
Everyone was now laughing their fool heads off. Then I realized why. I had landed in the sand so awkwardly that my legs were splayed wide open giving everyone a shot right up to my vagina!
“Look at her Cooter!” Some boy yelled. “She’s fricken wet!”
“OH MAN,” yelled another girl, “CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? SHE’S WET - SHE’S LOVING THIS!”
There was even more laughter as I desperately tried to slam my legs together only to end up pushing sand into a pile between my knees because I failed to lift them up off the beach!! The result was that I was still exposed and the crowd of teenagers loved it! It’s not an easy thing to do when you’re dizzy and blinded by a bucket and can’t see a thing! I tried to stand up but I was still disoriented and only managed to get to my knees before I fell forward onto my chin leaving my butt sticking up in the air for everyone to see. The crowd was in near hysterics at that and some of the comments made me blush profusely under my head covering.
“Okay, sweetie,” Vickie said taking a hold of one of my hands and helping me to my feet. “Let’s try this again.” She began walking me a short distance – presumably for my own safety as I had no idea where I had landed, and then suddenly stopped. “Ready? Set . . . GO!”
Despite my misgivings I began to comply and started to spin again. It didn’t take long this time before I was hardly able to keep my balance. I think the fact that I couldn’t see anything only made the vertigo happen even quicker and with greater intensity than a normal person would have experienced. I was dizzy as hell and still spinning. I could tell that I wasn’t spinning in the same spot either, as I was wobbling to the left and right with each half turn. I could only hope I didn’t bang into a tree or someone’s picnic table!
Suddenly Vickie yelled, “STOP!! QUICKLY NOW, TRY AND TAG SOMEBODY!”
Once again, I tried to sprint off in one direction to tag some unsuspecting person but I could hardly stand up straight let alone walk. I started to try running in the hopes I’d have better balance. BIG mistake - all of a sudden, I felt a splash and I was in the water! I quickly tried to turn in order to get back on the beach but I only found more water. With each wobbly step I took I ended up deeper and deeper in the water. Then I started to fall – head first into the sea!
I screamed and in an instant my bucket flew off my head and I then hit the water myself. I screamed again and tried to cover my face. Mercifully I quickly noticed I was facing away from the beach! I could also see my bucket being carried away on an outgoing wave!
I panicked and tried desperately to retrieve it splashing and flailing around in the surf all the while trying to keep facing AWAY from the onlookers on shore. Finally, I was able to reach out and grab it. I stood up and immediately pulled it over my head. A copious amount of water had been in the bucket, however, and my head and hair were drenched!
If you could have heard the laughter coming from the shore at that very moment you would have thought you were at a live performance of the Blue-Collar Comedy Tour. I was mortified. Everyone was laughing at my expense.
Having no other choice I turned, with the bucket now re-covering my face and head, and started walking to what I presumed was the way towards shore. I was only about 15 yards out but it seemed like it was taking forever to reach it. When I tried peeking out a little from under the bucket, I only saw water.
“HEY BLONDE BIMBO,” a woman shouted from the beach, “TURN LEFT.”
I resented being called a bimbo but I was indeed grateful for the help. That is until I ran right into some guy on an inner-tube floating along the water. Much to his amusement and everyone else on the beach, I fell right into his lap! I immediately tried kicking my feet to upright myself and get off his stupid floatation ring but not being able to see that was harder than you’d think it’d be. My boobs were right against his chest too and the more I wiggled the more I rubbed them against his skin.
“Nice rack, lady!” he quipped as he leaned forward to increase the pressure.
I had had enough of that and jumped backwards as hard as I could and ended up in the water again. This time as I was going down, I stole a glance and saw where I was. Composing myself I stood up and began my humiliating trek towards the others.
My son took hold of my hand and helped me onto the beach. “That was hilarious!” he said, “Just hilarious!”
“Where’s Jay Edward Farnsworth? Is he here?” Vickie asked the crowd in a loud voice. “I saw him wandering around earlier. Is he here now watching us?”
“WHO?” Someone asked.
“Jay Edward. You know, that pimply-faced nerdy kid that always gets ‘A’s’ in Calculus.”
“Oh, he’s over there.”
“Well, will someone go and get him and bring him over here, please?”
I heard several people running off as my son and Danny resumed their grasps on my arms. Even though I couldn’t see a thing, I could just picture that kid in my mind’s eye. I guess everyone knows a Jay Edward from their days in school – always shy, wearing clothes that are completely out of style and naïve as all get out. I found myself smiling underneath my bucket as I imagined this kid being brought to the rest of the group. Then I had a terrible thought as I realized what Vickie was about to do.
“THERE YOU ARE!” Vickie exclaimed. “Come here. I want you to see something . . . come on you big Doofus, she won’t bite.”
I heard footsteps approaching me and then suddenly stop.
“Have you ever seen a real, live NAKED girl before, Jay Edward?”
“Um . . . yes . . . well no, that is not really; not a real girl . . . just pictures, you know.”
“Well, this is what one looks like. What do you think? Is she pretty?”
I could hear the poor boy’s breathing get very labored as I assumed he was looking me over before responding to Vickie’s question. “SURE!” He replied with more than a bit of enthusiasm. His answer made everyone laugh. The fact that I was probably the ONLY naked girl he had probably EVER seen in his entire life made me grow quite wet.
“Well, Jay Edward, this is your lucky day because you get to pick a card from the two that I am holding. On each card is a final task that she must complete for her initiation. YOU my nerdy friend can be the one who decides her fate.”
“ALL RIGHT!” he exclaimed with pride.
“That is . . . IF you agree to do my calculus homework tomorrow.”
“DONE!”
I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on but I could hear what sounded like the rustling of paper for several minutes. Then Vickie continued. “Okay sport, here are the two cards I told you about. Pick one and read it aloud to everybody. I promise you that she will do whatever the task is that you pick – so pick carefully. One is something you’d really like – the other is just embarrassing.”
“GOT IT!” the boy said emphatically.
“Well, Doofus, what does it say?”
“It says . . .
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 11
“GOT IT!” the boy said emphatically.
“Well, Doofus, what does it say?”
“It says . . . You’re a contestant in a wheelbarrow race! You’re the driver, she’s the wheelbarrow.”
I heard everyone hooting and hollering like crazy the moment he finished reading the card! A wheelbarrow race?! I couldn’t believe it. Oh, this Vickie was really good at this stuff. I KNEW I needed to keep an eye on her. Now, I couldn’t even see because of this stupid bucket on my head. I could just imagine the view this nerdy kid was going to get picking up my ankles and spreading them apart so he could steer as I tried to be the wheelbarrow trying to run along on my hands. OMG! He’d see everything! And . . . just HOW was I supposed to keep this stupid bucket from falling off letting everyone see my face in that position anyway?
Then I heard this kid say, “Who am I going to race against? I mean if it’s a race, I have to compete with someone, right?”
“You are indeed competing,” Vickie said giggling, “But not against another wheelbarrow team but against the clock.”
“Huh? I don’t get it.”
“I thought you were smart, kiddo. This is a timed event. You and my sister here will have a set amount of time to get across the finish line. As you know wheelbarrow races can be a bit tricky so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ll give you three tries to beat the clock.”
The crowd began chuckling as if they were all in on a secret except poor Jay Edward - well and of course ME. I had no idea what this was all about but I was beginning to think it was much more than just a simple task to humiliate me further.
“How much time do I get?”
“You have 15 seconds to cross the finish line.”
“So . . . what do I get if I win and do it in less than 15 seconds?”
This kid was sharp. I could see that he might be the type of guy that figured all the angles before just leaping into something. What else would one expect from a math major in school?
Vickie laughed and I could hear her walking over towards where I was standing. “Well, my nerdy friend. If you WIN, my sister here gets to go home. Her initiation will be over. That’s HER incentive to really give it her best effort.”
“Awwwwwwww . . .” The crowd let out a huge collective sigh of disappointment. I, on the other hand, was cheering my fool head off – silently of course. At LAST, this ordeal was about to be over!
“Well, that SUCKS,” the boy exclaimed. “I just GOT HERE!”
“Yeah well, I know what you’re thinking – you want her to stick around. So, just to be sure you don’t throw the contest on purpose, if you don’t do your best and you LOSE, my friends and I here will strip you naked just like my sister and make you play with yourself in front of all these people until you cum!”
The crowd was now cheering as if they had another unexpected opportunity to add to their fun. Since Vickie had said that many of the people here were classmates of hers because she had texted them earlier, I could only assume that this boy was also a classmate and who wouldn’t want to see a boy you go to school with humiliated like that – someone you could tease in the hallways every day?
“BUT THAT’S NOT FAIR! I’m not playing! I quit!”
“Suit yourself but if you do, just realize that in my book, quitters are losers and, like I said, if you LOSE we’ll strip you and you’ll know what will happen.”
The crowd began chanting, “Loser . . . Loser . . . LOSER . . . LOSER,” as if this were some sort of episode of the Jerry Springer show.
Vickie calmed the crowd and the shouting voices slowly got to a dull murmur. “At least if give it your best shot you have a chance at avoiding all that embarrassment.”
“FINE!” he muttered in a huff. Where do we start and where is the finish line?”
Vickie used her foot to make a line in the sand and explained. “Here is the starting line.” Then I heard her walking away from me – her voice trailing softer as she did so. Finally, I heard her shouting WAY in the distance, “And THIS is the finish line.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! That’s like 100 yards away! I’m not sure that I could do that in 15 seconds!”
My son spoke up, “Don’t give up before you even try, dude. You never know what you can do until you try. Be a man and suck it up and give it your best shot.”
“Loser . . . loser . . . LOSER . . . LOSER!” the crowd began chanting again, I’m sure much to the chagrin of the poor boy.
“All RIGHT already!” Jay Edward yelled angrily at the crowd.
All of a sudden, I felt my son grab my arm and lead me forward several steps. “Alright, Ma . . . I mean ma’am. Get down on your hands and knees right here. You’re at the starting line.”
I was never so embarrassed in my entire life! I knew that everyone was looking at me and they ALL knew what was coming. I could only imagine each and every one of them jockeying for position to get the best view right up between my legs as the nerdy kid grabbed them.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted when I suddenly felt his hand on my ankles. In an instant both of my legs were lifted off the ground. I did my best to hold them as closely together as I could but as the poor kid struggled just to keep my ankles in the air. I knew it was a lost cause.
Jay Edward cleared his throat and his voice sounded two octaves higher in pitch as he nervously asked, “Um . . . is it supposed to be all shinny like that?”
“What?” Vickie asked.
“Her . . . um . . . you know . . . “
Everyone began giggling. “I DON’T know. Is what supposed to be all shinny like that?”
I heard the poor boy take in a couple of very deep breaths as if he was trying to work up the nerve to answer her question. Of course I was mortified beyond all belief. I KNEW what was he was looking at! I was so wet and worked up I couldn’t believe how aroused I was! Vickie was just egging the poor lad on just to prolong and heighten BOTH of our embarrassments.
“Oh man . . . you know . . . her thing. Is it supposed to shine like that or do they all look like that?”
Vickie was laughing so hard I thought she surely was going to pee her pants. “Go on, say it. There’s a name for it, ya know.”
“Her va . . . her sex area . . . you know . . . her vagina thingy. “
The crowd was laughing hilariously and I could just picture the poor boy’s face in my mind. Trust me. I knew EXACTLY how he felt. It must have taken all he had just to say THAT!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 12
“That happens when a woman gets excited, you big dummy. Don’t you know anything about girls? You should be proud of yourself though,” she said now sounding a bit more empathetic.” YOU got my sister all horny and wet. It looks almost as if she’s BEGGING for it. I would LOVE to see your moves big boy, but we’ve got a race to run.”
Everyone went into hysterics laughing like crazy. My face blushed so much, the temperature under the bucket felt like it rose 20 degrees! Now there was no mistaking the fact that EVERYONE knew that I was horny as all get out - turned on by all that was happening to me. Before, I had taken comfort in the fact that only Jay Edward and maybe my son could see my wetness as the others probably were too far away to notice or see clearly. But now, thanks to that bitch, Vickie, they ALL knew!
When the laughter died down, I heard Vickie say. “Okay. I’ve got the time ready to measure. Now, on your Mark, get set. GO!”
Jay Edward was in such a hurry to get going that he started pushing before I was even ready to move my hands and as a result, he lifted my legs right up in the air so that I was practically standing on my head. In just a second or two I would have ended up flipping all the way over! I instinctively grabbed my bucket to keep it from falling off and ended up falling down into the soft sand – yes, my legs spread every which way exposing me all the more.
“TIME’S UP!” Vickie announced as I was still stumbling around trying to get back into position.”
“Time’s UP? We haven’t even started yet!” Jay Edward complained. “This girl’s a klutz.”
Danny, who up to now had kept quiet, finally spoke up. “I guess that’s why she’s giving you THREE tries to cross the finish line in 15 seconds instead of only one - seems fair to me.”
“Can’t we have a DO-OVER?”
“No Do-overs. This isn’t Kindergarten.” Vickie said firmly. “You’d better get your act together or we all are going to find out just how small you really are. I for one hope you lose. Now get her back to the starting line and get ready.”
My son helped the boy get me back to where I needed to be as I nervously waited for the boy to pick up my ankles again. No one wanted to win this race more than me. THIS time I was going to be ready.
“On your mark, get ready . . . GO!”
She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth when I took off like a shot moving my hand as rapidly as they could go. Not such a good idea. This time I ran away from his grasp and fell flat on my face, um, make that, bucket, as he dropped my legs. He wasn’t about to quit and, in a flash, had regained his grasp and had them in hand again.
As I began moving like crazy, he was having a difficult time holding my legs up. Several times he had them so far apart I felt like I was a cheerleader doing a split! To his credit he didn’t drop me. Oh, what a view he must be getting between my legs!
“LEFT . . . come on, girl, move to the LEFT!” he shouted as I bounced along trying to get me going the way he wanted me to go. My boobs were swaying underneath me back and forth so hard I must have looked a sight but I kept my hands moving – never slowing down not even for a second.
“RIGHT . . . PLEASE FOR GOSH SAKES, MOVE RIGHT!”
People were cheering and I was beginning to get a taste of what it must be like to be an athlete in the Olympics or something as my adrenalin had kicked in and my competitive spirit was not to be denied!
All of a sudden, my hands gave out from under me – slipped, in the soft sand I guess, and I collapsed on the beach flat on my belly. In a nanosecond, the boy landed right on top of my back- his face smooshed against my butt cheeks. People began laughing hysterically again at the obvious fools we were making of ourselves.
“Times up,” Vickie announced as Jay Edward quickly got up apologizing profusely for landing on my butt. I guess he was just moving too fast to stop himself when I fell down. He couldn’t help but do what he did. I wanted to tell him not to worry about it but I didn’t dare utter a word lest that man from my husband’s office was still about and he’d figure out who I was.
You guys did better,” Vickie said encouragingly. “This time you actually made it half way to the finish line!”
“ONLY HALF WAY,” I shouted to myself in my head. I felt like we had run half way to China!
“One more to go,” my son announced glibly. “I’ll help you get set up again.”
In no time at all I was back into position. A lot was riding the outcome of this last event. If I won, I could quit and go home! What a day this has been. If I lost, poor Jay Edward was going to feel the sting of Vickie’s wicked imagination. Better him than me, I thought. But I couldn’t help feeling bad for the poor boy. Still, he was having fun getting to see what very few men had seen – ME up close and personal – well that is until today!
“Are you ready?” Vickie asked as I knelt there on all fours.
“Um . . . just a minute, please. I’d like to have a word with my partner,” The boy said nervously.
“I guess that’d be okay, but make it snappy.”
I heard footsteps coming closer; then I felt someone knocking on my bucket. “Hey lady,” the boy whispered just barely loud enough that I could make out what he was saying. “Listen I really don’t want to lose. You gotta help me win. I CAN’T let them strip me! I just CAN’T! PLEASE whatever you gotta do, please don’t make us lose!”
The bucket clanged against my skull as I nodded my head. I hoped he got the message that I empathized with him and was really going to do my best for BOTH of our sakes.
“On your mark, get set, GO!”
At the speed of light, we both took off – my legs wobbling ever wider apart with each step I took with my hands. Then I felt someone slap my butt – playfully - but it was someone other than Jay Edward as he still had a hold of my ankles. I didn’t stop though and kept my mind on the task at hand. Then there was a knocking on my bucket. My partner then shouted, “STOP IT! That’s not fair!”
I assumed that people were trying to make us lose by forming an informal gauntlet that we had to get through. That made me mad so I gave it all I had. The slaps, pokes and knocks continued but I kept on – then it happened. Jay Edward must have lost his concentration because he suddenly moved my ankles so far apart, I couldn’t tolerate the stretching and I fell down.
“AWwwwwwwwwwww . . .” the collective cry of mock disappointment came from the crowd. ‘The bucket lady’ fell down!”
I was so angry with myself for falling and with those idiots that had interfered with our honest attempt at winning that I stood up and began swinging my arms – lashing out at anyone with reaching distance. Of course no one was. All I heard was laughing.
“Time’s up!” Vickie said giggling. “Too bad, you lose!”
I couldn’t believe the voice that suddenly uttered forth from underneath the bucket. It was I who was speaking but it sounded like Darth Vader from Stars Wars! “DON’T YOU DARE LAY ONE HAND ON THAT BOY! YOU GUYS CHEATED! WE DESERVE ANOTHER CHANCE!” I heard this deep masculine, terrifying voice – MY voice - demanding.
The laughter ceased and everything got quiet.
“Okay Bucket Lady, “Vickie said as she knocked on my head covering. “Let’s say that I agree with you. I’ll give you two another chance, but it will cost you.”
“What do you mean,” I snapped back in my still Vader-like tone.
“You can try again to win but you, my dear bucket-headed sister, will have to do the other card I have in my hand.”
Oh crap. What have I done? I should have kept my big mouth shut!
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Beautiful work hope to see some of these things in the other story keep up the good work
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 12 B
“You can try again to win but you, my dear bucket-headed sister will have to finger yourself in front of ALL of us AND do the other card I have in my hand.
Oh Crap. What have I done? I should have kept my big mouth shut!
A chorus of cheers went up around the beach. I wished that I could see who was out there as this was all too embarrassing to believe. On the other hand, it would definitely be worse if I was able see all the onlookers as they would know who I was. Like my husband’s coworkers I was sure they all had been taking pictures and possibly even videos of everything. At least if I was going to star on somebody’s Snapchat feed or YouTube channel I’d rather be anonymous.
I felt Danny and Vickie take hold of my arms and before I knew it I was being led away. I didn’t have far to walk as I soon found myself against a concrete picnic table.
“Hop up onto the table, sister dearest and spread ‘em wide.”
The two of them proceeded to carefully aid my assent onto the table and helped me lean back until my plastic bucket hit the hard surface of the tabletop.
“What are you waiting for? Get to it!”
My heart began pounding in my chest. The very thought of all those strangers seeing me do something so personal was both terrifying and exciting. True, my body was as wet as it has ever been but my brain was in full panic mode. This was so out of character for me. I was such a conservative, demur person and this was so outlandish I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.
“Pay Attention Nerdy boy and you might just learn something,” Vickie said flippantly.
“Oh . . . okay . . .” Jay Edward replied with the pitch of his voice once again twice as high as normal.
There was no sense in drawing this out. In fact, the longer I waited the harder this was going to be to actually do. My hand was shaking as I lowered my hand to my pelvis. Damn, my own son was going to watch me do this! That thought made me instantly draw my hand back up to my chest – to a resounding chorus of “Boos.”
Spurred on by the incessant heckling, I once again lowered my hand to my pelvis and my fingers instinctively found my sweet spot. It was warm and ever so wet. The instant my finger touched it a jolt of electricity shot up my spine and I gasped. The onlookers began giggling but when I began diddling myself in earnest you could have heard a pin drop.
The more I fingered myself the more I arched my back and my hips desperately rocked back and forth as if to somehow aid my fingers to build the sensations to a crescendo.
My mind ran through all of the things I had been made to do at the beach so far. I tried to imagine the faces of these teenagers as they watched what I was doing. I was so close – lost as I was in my own little world.
Then my thoughts were shattered when I heard some Cretan yelling out, “PUT YOU FINGER INSIDE!”
“NO . . . TWO FINGERS! Go on fuck yourself.”
The very idea brought me to the brink of a most incredible orgasm. I was right on the edge. I didn’t have to be told twice. Two fingers entered my honey hole and I began thrusting my pelvis for all it was worth. All I could think about was all those young boys watching me. Part of me wanted to use this opportunity to teach them how to really please a woman instead of just going through the mechanics. Here was a chance to let them see how it was done. The other part of me just wanted to “get there” as the pressure inside me was at an all-time high. I needed release and I needed it now! I tried to slow down and really get into it for their sakes but that was ever so hard to do. All those curious faces watching me; I would have given ANYTHING at that moment to know what they were thinking. Were they aroused? Did those boys have a hard-on watching me? Was this the first time that they had ever seen a real woman pleasure herself?
Then it happened. My breathing became very labored and intense. Every muscle of my body tensed up as tight as could be and I came with a resounding scream.
When I was finished, I collapsed on the table – my fingers resting against my clit waiting for the final random pulsations from deep within me to cease. Normally I was so sensitive after an orgasm I just had to pull away, but not this time. This time I just let my hand rest against the bud of my delight and laid there satisfied and content. What an experience! After a few moments my body was begging me to do it again.
“That’s was nice, sister dear. Now let’s sit you up and let you and Nerd-boy here get that one last chance to beat the clock before we strip him too and study HIS technique.”
Aw, hell. I had forgotten about that! I wondered if we won this time if I’d be able to just go home. Knowing Vickie there was no way that was going to happen.
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 13
“Let’s try the race again, shall we?” Vickie said sarcastically. “Who knows . . . in a few moments we can all see if the rumors about the penises of guys who are nerds are really true!”
“I’ll bet it’s not as big as my pinky finger,” some girl mocked from a distance making everyone laugh again.”
“OKAY, BUT THIS TIME, NO CHEATING,” I threatened one final time in my deep Darth Vader voice.
“Fine by me, sister dearest; I promise there’ll be no cheating. You two can lose this race on your own.”
I was surprised when I heard Jay Edward speaking up in a voice sounding like a very confident young man – not the timid nerdy boy of a few moments ago. “I’m not playing anymore. I quit. If you try and assault me, I’ll phone the police.”
“Awwwwwwwww . . .” came the all too familiar disappointed cry from the crowd.
“Go ahead and quit. It’s okay. You might just want to take a look at these photos though before you leave.”
“What?! What photos? What are you talking about?”
I heard Vickie coming closer and explaining what she meant in a very contemptuous tone, “Oooooo, THIS one is my favorite – you know, the one with your face planted between my sister’s butt cheeks. I wonder what your mom will say when she sees that, hmmmm? But I must say THIS one of you spreading my sister’s legs wide apart with you looking right at her pussy is pretty nice too. Just LOOK at that smile on your face.”
“YOU WOULDN’T DARE show those to my mother!”
“Oh, wouldn’t I? I might even send copies to that charity organization she runs too. What was that name again . . . oh yeah, Mothers for a Moral Society. I think that’s the name. Anyway, I’m sure she’d be glad to know what her son gets up to when she’s not around.”
“That’s not fair. I tripped and fell. I wasn’t doing anything . . . you know . . . wrong or anything.”
“You couldn’t prove it by this picture. Look at it this way, dude. If I was a mean-spirited person, I could just demand that you strip for us right now. But seeing how I’m a sporting person at heart I’m giving you yet another FAIR chance at avoiding that nasty little scene. All you have to do is win the race.”
There was an ominous silence that swept over the beach and I strained to try and hear anything that would give me a clue as to what was going on. Was he really going to just leave? Would the girls chase after him if he did?
I just HAD to help him, so I threw caution to the wind I spoke up again, “Come on Jay Edward. We can do this. Let’s show them what we are made of.”
Everyone began giggling at my comment and some boy shouted out, “I think we already know what YOU are made of. We’ve seen every bit of you.” His comment made everyone laugh all the more. Then I felt someone grabbing my hand and leading me on. From my view looking down out from under the bucket I could see the jeans that Jay Edward was wearing standing right next to me. He wasn’t leaving after all. He was going to run the race!
At the starting line once again, I made a promise to myself that THIS time I was going to win – not for me as I still had to do whatever that second card was – but for him.
“On your mark, get set . . . GO!”
We were off and running. I guess practice makes perfect as this time we were really moving along. His technique was better too as my legs were not flying every which way either and that helped me get my speed up to what like seemed at least twice as fast as before.
“ALMOST THERE!” the boy shouted excitedly, “WE’RE GOING TO DO IT; just a few yards to go. That’s it; FASTER!! WE’RE GOING TO WIN!!”
We were still going at full speed when I heard those fateful words from Vickie, “TIME’S UP - YOU LOSE!”
To say that all the air went out of my sails would be an understatement. I had tried so darned hard to win. I just collapsed in the sand. I looked up and could see for myself that we were about 10 feet too short. Now I really felt bad for the poor boy.
“GET HIM!” I heard Vickie shout followed immediately but the sound of dozens of feet pounding the sand.
“AAAHHHHHHH!” Jay Edward screamed, obviously unsuccessful at running away amidst what sounded like people struggling and tussling.
“I GOT HIS SHIRT,” A girl exclaimed excitedly.
“I got his shoes!” another boy yelled “HOLD HIM and I’LL GET HIS PANTS!”
“NO STOP! PLEASE!” Jay Edward pleaded but from the sound of the commotion I suspected they were intent on seeing this through. Hell, I wanted to see too. I know that’s a horrible thing to say but my curiosity was getting the better of me.
“GOT ‘EM!” another girl said. “I’VE GOT HIS JEANS!”
“OMG, He wears whitey-tighties! What a dork!”
Then I heard more commotion and excited squealing from several boys and girls. I could only imagine what was going on then I heard my son yelling, “HOLD HIM . . . He’s getting loose!”
I heard Jay Edward screaming and Vickie shouting,” He’s getting away - AFTER HIM!!!”
A thunderous sound of feet pounding the ground echoed down the beach heading away from me. He got loose! I exclaimed in an excited whisper under my bucket. “RUN JAY, RUN!”
I stood there looking at the orange plastic of the inside of my helmet as if I could actually see what was going on. In my mind I pictured him getting away still in his underwear – embarrassed but his dignity still intact. Of course, the realist in me just knew that they would catch up with him, strip off his last remaining article of clothing and mock his manhood unmercifully. Why any minute they’d be dragging him back kicking and screaming to continue their fun.
More time passed. Suddenly I began to get worried about what would happen to me if the boy had gotten successfully away. I began to fear that they would take it all out on me somehow. Then my thoughts turned to wondering what was really on that second card. I did, after all, agree to do whatever it says and unlike Jay Edward’s damaging photos, my situation was much more precarious. I had a marriage at stake! I HAD to do what they said. Running away was not an option.
More time passed.
“Hello?” I said from underneath my bucket. “Is anyone out there? Vickie?”
Nothing - not even a sound did I hear.
“Come on guys. Stop kidding around.”
I was so sure that many of the crowd had returned and were just messing with me that I tried taking a few exaggerated steps to see if anyone giggled - Nothing.
“This isn’t funny. Stop this nonsense and let’s get on with that second card.”
The only thing I heard was the sound of the waves lapping up against the shore. Not even the cry of a seagull to break the voiceless silence on the beach at that moment.
It was getting late. I knew we had been out there on that beach for some time. My husband would be getting home soon. I just knew it. I had to get home! I didn’t have time for all this.
Then I began to get dark and desperate thoughts. What if they were having so much fun with Jay Edward that they had forgotten all about me? What if they were pursuing that boy through the streets trying to find him?
What if they . . . LEFT ME HERE?!
I was naked on a public beach desperately trying to keep anyone from recognizing me by wearing this idiotic bucket and I was miles from home – WAY TOO FAR TO WALK!!
What the hell . . . Now I really started to panic!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 14
“Hello?” I called out one more time, but no one answered back. Surely, they were coming back for me any minute. The only thing to do was to just wait here patiently until the others returned. What choice did I really have? I mean I could try and make it to the parking lot by taking off my bucket but I’d risk being seen and I already knew that at least one of my husband’s coworkers was lurking about. Besides, there was no guarantee that the car would be unlocked even if I did take the risk and made it there safely.
So, I just stood there imagining myself looking like a complete idiot – naked with that ridiculous plastic bucket on my head.
Then I heard someone coughing. My first thought was that some of the group had returned.
“What’s she up to?” A woman asked obviously confused.
A man’s voice replied “Beats me? Anyone here know what’s going on?”
I heard more murmurings and began to realize that a small crowd had gathered around me – but this time they weren’t the high school bunch that Vickie had invited from earlier in the day. These all sounded like mature adults!!
“Maybe she’s in trouble,” another lady finally asked. “Are you okay, lady? Do you need help?”
“Maybe we should call the police.”
“NO!” I yelled emphatically. “I’m fine. Really, I am.”
I heard footsteps approaching me. Whoever was out there were all coming closer. “So, what’s this all about? Why are you naked?”
I had to think quickly. My heart was pounding and my mind began to fill with a million thoughts all at once. Whatever I said would likely determine how badly things would go for me from then on out. I couldn’t count on my son to intervene as he wasn’t anywhere around.
“I’m a model,” I said trying my best to sound confident.
“A model?” some woman said. “You mean like a magazine model sort of thing? This is some sort of photo-shoot or something?”
“Um . . .”
“If you’re a model where’s the photographer?”
Oh great! I thought to myself. I had really done it now. How could I explain the lack of anyone else around for a photo-shoot?
Then a different lady spoke up – “Oh I get it! This is one of those performance art deals, isn’t it? I saw one of those in New York City once. Oh my! Imagine something like that going on in our little town.”
I heard more murmuring among the crowd but this time it seemed more curious in nature – not hostile or disapproving. I figured I had to act quickly or things could take a change for the worst. For Pete’s sakes, where were those kids?! I wondered to myself.
“Yes,” I said confidently from underneath my bucket. “That’s exactly what this is – Performance Art. My partner is filming this from a distance – hidden of course in order to capture the full effect without negatively influencing the performance. I’m not supposed to be talking though.”
“I KNEW IT!” the second lady exclaimed. This is marvelous. “Peter, take a picture of me with my cell phone. My brother in New York will NEVER believe that such culture has arrived in my little hamlet.”
I then heard what sounded like several people taking photographs and my legs began to grow weaker by the second as I realized just how many people were now taking my photograph, documenting my disgrace – many of them could actually be my neighbors!! Once again, I just had to stand there and bare it all for everyone to see.
The lady that had provided me with my plausible excuse and saved me from getting arrested came up and grabbed my arm. “This is such a treat! Listen, I teach a drama and art class in our area. I was wondering, could I prevail upon you to address our students about the life of a professional performance artist . . . no, better yet, would you be willing to do a little demonstration for us? It would mean so much to our community to have such a professional addressing our group.”
“Oh . . . um . . . I don’t think that would be possible. You see . . .”
“Oh PLEASE, my students have no idea of the possibilities pushing boundaries can mean to expanding their creativity. I lecture about it all the time – taking risks, pushing the envelope but I think it all goes in one ear and out the other. These are all students interested in the arts yet they have so much to learn. They think everything can be done by the book – copying the techniques of others. You and your art are so spontaneous! They really need to see this for themselves.”
“Oh, I don’t know . . . surely I couldn’t make that much of a . . .”
Then the lady’s tone suddenly turned skeptical and impatient, “I don’t see what the problem is here. If you really ARE a PROFESSIONAL, I’d think you would jump at the chance promote your art and your talent. You really DO have an obligation to give something back to your profession.”
I began to panic again. She had all but trapped in me in front of this crowd.
“No, it’s not that. I just have a lot of demands on my time lately, you know, scheduled performances, travel, obligations and all . . .” I was lying through my teeth and hoped that no one could tell.
“Oh, I DO understand. This won’t take long. Would tomorrow afternoon be okay, say about one o’clock?” she persisted. “That way you can help your fellow budding artists and still do your traveling and things. It should only take an hour or less. That’s not too much to ask.”
“I suppose that’d be okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to stop talking and get back to my work here.”
The lady was practically giddy with excitement as several others applauded my decision.
“Here’s my card with my name and I wrote the directions to the campus on the back of the card. See you tomorrow.”
Just great, I muttered silently to myself. I’m just getting deeper and deeper into trouble as the day wears on. The spectators stayed a while longer whispering among themselves but eventually began to drift away little by little until I no longer heard a sound. Only when I was sure that I was alone once again that I let out a huge sigh of relief and began to relax.
All too soon I heard laughter coming from a distance. Not more people! I grumbled. Then I recognized familiar voices. It was my son, along with Danny and Vickie returning from their chase.
“Did you catch the poor boy,” I finally asked.
Vickie was panting from all the laughter, “Oh yes! We stripped him good and chased him naked through several subdivisions before we lost him. He’s probably still hiding somewhere wondering how he was going to get home!”
“That was just mean!” I snapped. “Someone needs to help the poor boy.”
“Don’t worry mom. He lives around here somewhere. It’s not like he’s miles from home or anything. He’ll be okay. Besides, all the others are still out there looking for him. They’ll help him get home.” Then my son noticed something and asked, “Hey, what’s that you’re holding in your hand?”
“Thanks to you leaving me here alone, I was surrounded by a bunch of people my age. They were going to call the cops. I could have been arrested! “
“So, what happened?”
“I convinced them I was doing a piece of performance art and that a cameraman was hidden somewhere filming the whole thing.”
Vickie gave out a skeptical chuckle. “Don’t tell me they actually bought that malarkey. No one would believe that.”
“Well, this lady did,” I said extending my hand holding the card.” She even asked me to do an impromptu performance tomorrow for a drama class that she teaches. This card has her name and directions to the campus where she teaches.”
I felt someone grabbing at my hand then my son spoke up, “Let me see that a sec.” I happily let go of the card as I was eager to show up that snotty-nosed Vickie. Just proving her wrong about something was a reward in and of itself.
“Ah . . . mom . . .”
“Yes?”
“This lady on the card is the person you’re going to do the demonstration for tomorrow?”
“Yes, that’s right. Tomorrow at one o’clock.”
“Mom, that’s my art teacher at high school!”
“Holy Crap!” I exclaimed in disbelief. “Well, I just won’t show up, that’s all. She doesn’t know who I am. I’m just a mystery. No big deal. I just won’t go that’s all there is to it.”
“Oh yes you will!” he said emphatically. “I can’t wait! This is going to be the bomb! I’ve got just the thing for you to do, too.”
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 12 B
“You can try again to win but you, my dear bucket-headed sister will have to finger yourself in front of ALL of us AND do the other card I have in my hand.
Oh Crap. What have I done? I should have kept my big mouth shut!
A chorus of cheers went up around the beach. I wished that I could see who was out there as this was all too embarrassing to believe. On the other hand, it would definitely be worse if I was able see all the onlookers as they would know who I was. Like my husband’s coworkers I was sure they all had been taking pictures and possibly even videos of everything. At least if I was going to star on somebody’s Snapchat feed or YouTube channel I’d rather be anonymous.
I felt Danny and Vickie take hold of my arms and before I knew it I was being led away. I didn’t have far to walk as I soon found myself against a concrete picnic table.
“Hop up onto the table, sister dearest and spread ‘em wide.”
The two of them proceeded to carefully aid my assent onto the table and helped me lean back until my plastic bucket hit the hard surface of the tabletop.
“What are you waiting for? Get to it!”
My heart began pounding in my chest. The very thought of all those strangers seeing me do something so personal was both terrifying and exciting. True, my body was as wet as it has ever been but my brain was in full panic mode. This was so out of character for me. I was such a conservative, demur person and this was so outlandish I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.
“Pay Attention Nerdy boy and you might just learn something,” Vickie said flippantly.
“Oh . . . okay . . .” Jay Edward replied with the pitch of his voice once again twice as high as normal.
There was no sense in drawing this out. In fact, the longer I waited the harder this was going to be to actually do. My hand was shaking as I lowered my hand to my pelvis. Damn, my own son was going to watch me do this! That thought made me instantly draw my hand back up to my chest – to a resounding chorus of “Boos.”
Spurred on by the incessant heckling, I once again lowered my hand to my pelvis and my fingers instinctively found my sweet spot. It was warm and ever so wet. The instant my finger touched it a jolt of electricity shot up my spine and I gasped. The onlookers began giggling but when I began diddling myself in earnest you could have heard a pin drop.
The more I fingered myself the more I arched my back and my hips desperately rocked back and forth as if to somehow aid my fingers to build the sensations to a crescendo.
My mind ran through all of the things I had been made to do at the beach so far. I tried to imagine the faces of these teenagers as they watched what I was doing. I was so close – lost as I was in my own little world.
Then my thoughts were shattered when I heard some Cretan yelling out, “PUT YOU FINGER INSIDE!”
“NO . . . TWO FINGERS! Go on fuck yourself.”
The very idea brought me to the brink of a most incredible orgasm. I was right on the edge. I didn’t have to be told twice. Two fingers entered my honey hole and I began thrusting my pelvis for all it was worth. All I could think about was all those young boys watching me. Part of me wanted to use this opportunity to teach them how to really please a woman instead of just going through the mechanics. Here was a chance to let them see how it was done. The other part of me just wanted to “get there” as the pressure inside me was at an all-time high. I needed release and I needed it now! I tried to slow down and really get into it for their sakes but that was ever so hard to do. All those curious faces watching me; I would have given ANYTHING at that moment to know what they were thinking. Were they aroused? Did those boys have a hard-on watching me? Was this the first time that they had ever seen a real woman pleasure herself?
Then it happened. My breathing became very labored and intense. Every muscle of my body tensed up as tight as could be and I came with a resounding scream.
When I was finished, I collapsed on the table – my fingers resting against my clit waiting for the final random pulsations from deep within me to cease. Normally I was so sensitive after an orgasm I just had to pull away, but not this time. This time I just let my hand rest against the bud of my delight and laid there satisfied and content. What an experience! After a few moments my body was begging me to do it again.
“That’s was nice, sister dear. Now let’s sit you up and let you and Nerd-boy here get that one last chance to beat the clock before we strip him too and study HIS technique.”
Aw, hell. I had forgotten about that! I wondered if we won this time if I’d be able to just go home. Knowing Vickie there was no way that was going to happen.
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 13
“Let’s try the race again, shall we?” Vickie said sarcastically. “Who knows . . . in a few moments we can all see if the rumors about the penises of guys who are nerds are really true!”
“I’ll bet it’s not as big as my pinky finger,” some girl mocked from a distance making everyone laugh again.”
“OKAY, BUT THIS TIME, NO CHEATING,” I threatened one final time in my deep Darth Vader voice.
“Fine by me, sister dearest; I promise there’ll be no cheating. You two can lose this race on your own.”
I was surprised when I heard Jay Edward speaking up in a voice sounding like a very confident young man – not the timid nerdy boy of a few moments ago. “I’m not playing anymore. I quit. If you try and assault me, I’ll phone the police.”
“Awwwwwwwww . . .” came the all too familiar disappointed cry from the crowd.
“Go ahead and quit. It’s okay. You might just want to take a look at these photos though before you leave.”
“What?! What photos? What are you talking about?”
I heard Vickie coming closer and explaining what she meant in a very contemptuous tone, “Oooooo, THIS one is my favorite – you know, the one with your face planted between my sister’s butt cheeks. I wonder what your mom will say when she sees that, hmmmm? But I must say THIS one of you spreading my sister’s legs wide apart with you looking right at her pussy is pretty nice too. Just LOOK at that smile on your face.”
“YOU WOULDN’T DARE show those to my mother!”
“Oh, wouldn’t I? I might even send copies to that charity organization she runs too. What was that name again . . . oh yeah, Mothers for a Moral Society. I think that’s the name. Anyway, I’m sure she’d be glad to know what her son gets up to when she’s not around.”
“That’s not fair. I tripped and fell. I wasn’t doing anything . . . you know . . . wrong or anything.”
“You couldn’t prove it by this picture. Look at it this way, dude. If I was a mean-spirited person, I could just demand that you strip for us right now. But seeing how I’m a sporting person at heart I’m giving you yet another FAIR chance at avoiding that nasty little scene. All you have to do is win the race.”
There was an ominous silence that swept over the beach and I strained to try and hear anything that would give me a clue as to what was going on. Was he really going to just leave? Would the girls chase after him if he did?
I just HAD to help him, so I threw caution to the wind I spoke up again, “Come on Jay Edward. We can do this. Let’s show them what we are made of.”
Everyone began giggling at my comment and some boy shouted out, “I think we already know what YOU are made of. We’ve seen every bit of you.” His comment made everyone laugh all the more. Then I felt someone grabbing my hand and leading me on. From my view looking down out from under the bucket I could see the jeans that Jay Edward was wearing standing right next to me. He wasn’t leaving after all. He was going to run the race!
At the starting line once again, I made a promise to myself that THIS time I was going to win – not for me as I still had to do whatever that second card was – but for him.
“On your mark, get set . . . GO!”
We were off and running. I guess practice makes perfect as this time we were really moving along. His technique was better too as my legs were not flying every which way either and that helped me get my speed up to what like seemed at least twice as fast as before.
“ALMOST THERE!” the boy shouted excitedly, “WE’RE GOING TO DO IT; just a few yards to go. That’s it; FASTER!! WE’RE GOING TO WIN!!”
We were still going at full speed when I heard those fateful words from Vickie, “TIME’S UP - YOU LOSE!”
To say that all the air went out of my sails would be an understatement. I had tried so darned hard to win. I just collapsed in the sand. I looked up and could see for myself that we were about 10 feet too short. Now I really felt bad for the poor boy.
“GET HIM!” I heard Vickie shout followed immediately but the sound of dozens of feet pounding the sand.
“AAAHHHHHHH!” Jay Edward screamed, obviously unsuccessful at running away amidst what sounded like people struggling and tussling.
“I GOT HIS SHIRT,” A girl exclaimed excitedly.
“I got his shoes!” another boy yelled “HOLD HIM and I’LL GET HIS PANTS!”
“NO STOP! PLEASE!” Jay Edward pleaded but from the sound of the commotion I suspected they were intent on seeing this through. Hell, I wanted to see too. I know that’s a horrible thing to say but my curiosity was getting the better of me.
“GOT ‘EM!” another girl said. “I’VE GOT HIS JEANS!”
“OMG, He wears whitey-tighties! What a dork!”
Then I heard more commotion and excited squealing from several boys and girls. I could only imagine what was going on then I heard my son yelling, “HOLD HIM . . . He’s getting loose!”
I heard Jay Edward screaming and Vickie shouting,” He’s getting away - AFTER HIM!!!”
A thunderous sound of feet pounding the ground echoed down the beach heading away from me. He got loose! I exclaimed in an excited whisper under my bucket. “RUN JAY, RUN!”
I stood there looking at the orange plastic of the inside of my helmet as if I could actually see what was going on. In my mind I pictured him getting away still in his underwear – embarrassed but his dignity still intact. Of course, the realist in me just knew that they would catch up with him, strip off his last remaining article of clothing and mock his manhood unmercifully. Why any minute they’d be dragging him back kicking and screaming to continue their fun.
More time passed. Suddenly I began to get worried about what would happen to me if the boy had gotten successfully away. I began to fear that they would take it all out on me somehow. Then my thoughts turned to wondering what was really on that second card. I did, after all, agree to do whatever it says and unlike Jay Edward’s damaging photos, my situation was much more precarious. I had a marriage at stake! I HAD to do what they said. Running away was not an option.
More time passed.
“Hello?” I said from underneath my bucket. “Is anyone out there? Vickie?”
Nothing - not even a sound did I hear.
“Come on guys. Stop kidding around.”
I was so sure that many of the crowd had returned and were just messing with me that I tried taking a few exaggerated steps to see if anyone giggled - Nothing.
“This isn’t funny. Stop this nonsense and let’s get on with that second card.”
The only thing I heard was the sound of the waves lapping up against the shore. Not even the cry of a seagull to break the voiceless silence on the beach at that moment.
It was getting late. I knew we had been out there on that beach for some time. My husband would be getting home soon. I just knew it. I had to get home! I didn’t have time for all this.
Then I began to get dark and desperate thoughts. What if they were having so much fun with Jay Edward that they had forgotten all about me? What if they were pursuing that boy through the streets trying to find him?
What if they . . . LEFT ME HERE?!
I was naked on a public beach desperately trying to keep anyone from recognizing me by wearing this idiotic bucket and I was miles from home – WAY TOO FAR TO WALK!!
What the hell . . . Now I really started to panic!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 14
“Hello?” I called out one more time, but no one answered back. Surely, they were coming back for me any minute. The only thing to do was to just wait here patiently until the others returned. What choice did I really have? I mean I could try and make it to the parking lot by taking off my bucket but I’d risk being seen and I already knew that at least one of my husband’s coworkers was lurking about. Besides, there was no guarantee that the car would be unlocked even if I did take the risk and made it there safely.
So, I just stood there imagining myself looking like a complete idiot – naked with that ridiculous plastic bucket on my head.
Then I heard someone coughing. My first thought was that some of the group had returned.
“What’s she up to?” A woman asked obviously confused.
A man’s voice replied “Beats me? Anyone here know what’s going on?”
I heard more murmurings and began to realize that a small crowd had gathered around me – but this time they weren’t the high school bunch that Vickie had invited from earlier in the day. These all sounded like mature adults!!
“Maybe she’s in trouble,” another lady finally asked. “Are you okay, lady? Do you need help?”
“Maybe we should call the police.”
“NO!” I yelled emphatically. “I’m fine. Really, I am.”
I heard footsteps approaching me. Whoever was out there were all coming closer. “So, what’s this all about? Why are you naked?”
I had to think quickly. My heart was pounding and my mind began to fill with a million thoughts all at once. Whatever I said would likely determine how badly things would go for me from then on out. I couldn’t count on my son to intervene as he wasn’t anywhere around.
“I’m a model,” I said trying my best to sound confident.
“A model?” some woman said. “You mean like a magazine model sort of thing? This is some sort of photo-shoot or something?”
“Um . . .”
“If you’re a model where’s the photographer?”
Oh great! I thought to myself. I had really done it now. How could I explain the lack of anyone else around for a photo-shoot?
Then a different lady spoke up – “Oh I get it! This is one of those performance art deals, isn’t it? I saw one of those in New York City once. Oh my! Imagine something like that going on in our little town.”
I heard more murmuring among the crowd but this time it seemed more curious in nature – not hostile or disapproving. I figured I had to act quickly or things could take a change for the worst. For Pete’s sakes, where were those kids?! I wondered to myself.
“Yes,” I said confidently from underneath my bucket. “That’s exactly what this is – Performance Art. My partner is filming this from a distance – hidden of course in order to capture the full effect without negatively influencing the performance. I’m not supposed to be talking though.”
“I KNEW IT!” the second lady exclaimed. This is marvelous. “Peter, take a picture of me with my cell phone. My brother in New York will NEVER believe that such culture has arrived in my little hamlet.”
I then heard what sounded like several people taking photographs and my legs began to grow weaker by the second as I realized just how many people were now taking my photograph, documenting my disgrace – many of them could actually be my neighbors!! Once again, I just had to stand there and bare it all for everyone to see.
The lady that had provided me with my plausible excuse and saved me from getting arrested came up and grabbed my arm. “This is such a treat! Listen, I teach a drama and art class in our area. I was wondering, could I prevail upon you to address our students about the life of a professional performance artist . . . no, better yet, would you be willing to do a little demonstration for us? It would mean so much to our community to have such a professional addressing our group.”
“Oh . . . um . . . I don’t think that would be possible. You see . . .”
“Oh PLEASE, my students have no idea of the possibilities pushing boundaries can mean to expanding their creativity. I lecture about it all the time – taking risks, pushing the envelope but I think it all goes in one ear and out the other. These are all students interested in the arts yet they have so much to learn. They think everything can be done by the book – copying the techniques of others. You and your art are so spontaneous! They really need to see this for themselves.”
“Oh, I don’t know . . . surely I couldn’t make that much of a . . .”
Then the lady’s tone suddenly turned skeptical and impatient, “I don’t see what the problem is here. If you really ARE a PROFESSIONAL, I’d think you would jump at the chance promote your art and your talent. You really DO have an obligation to give something back to your profession.”
I began to panic again. She had all but trapped in me in front of this crowd.
“No, it’s not that. I just have a lot of demands on my time lately, you know, scheduled performances, travel, obligations and all . . .” I was lying through my teeth and hoped that no one could tell.
“Oh, I DO understand. This won’t take long. Would tomorrow afternoon be okay, say about one o’clock?” she persisted. “That way you can help your fellow budding artists and still do your traveling and things. It should only take an hour or less. That’s not too much to ask.”
“I suppose that’d be okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to stop talking and get back to my work here.”
The lady was practically giddy with excitement as several others applauded my decision.
“Here’s my card with my name and I wrote the directions to the campus on the back of the card. See you tomorrow.”
Just great, I muttered silently to myself. I’m just getting deeper and deeper into trouble as the day wears on. The spectators stayed a while longer whispering among themselves but eventually began to drift away little by little until I no longer heard a sound. Only when I was sure that I was alone once again that I let out a huge sigh of relief and began to relax.
All too soon I heard laughter coming from a distance. Not more people! I grumbled. Then I recognized familiar voices. It was my son, along with Danny and Vickie returning from their chase.
“Did you catch the poor boy,” I finally asked.
Vickie was panting from all the laughter, “Oh yes! We stripped him good and chased him naked through several subdivisions before we lost him. He’s probably still hiding somewhere wondering how he was going to get home!”
“That was just mean!” I snapped. “Someone needs to help the poor boy.”
“Don’t worry mom. He lives around here somewhere. It’s not like he’s miles from home or anything. He’ll be okay. Besides, all the others are still out there looking for him. They’ll help him get home.” Then my son noticed something and asked, “Hey, what’s that you’re holding in your hand?”
“Thanks to you leaving me here alone, I was surrounded by a bunch of people my age. They were going to call the cops. I could have been arrested! “
“So, what happened?”
“I convinced them I was doing a piece of performance art and that a cameraman was hidden somewhere filming the whole thing.”
Vickie gave out a skeptical chuckle. “Don’t tell me they actually bought that malarkey. No one would believe that.”
“Well, this lady did,” I said extending my hand holding the card.” She even asked me to do an impromptu performance tomorrow for a drama class that she teaches. This card has her name and directions to the campus where she teaches.”
I felt someone grabbing at my hand then my son spoke up, “Let me see that a sec.” I happily let go of the card as I was eager to show up that snotty-nosed Vickie. Just proving her wrong about something was a reward in and of itself.
“Ah . . . mom . . .”
“Yes?”
“This lady on the card is the person you’re going to do the demonstration for tomorrow?”
“Yes, that’s right. Tomorrow at one o’clock.”
“Mom, that’s my art teacher at high school!”
“Holy Crap!” I exclaimed in disbelief. “Well, I just won’t show up, that’s all. She doesn’t know who I am. I’m just a mystery. No big deal. I just won’t go that’s all there is to it.”
“Oh yes you will!” he said emphatically. “I can’t wait! This is going to be the bomb! I’ve got just the thing for you to do, too.”
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Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 15
My son put his arm around me and began walking me down the beach. “Let’s get going, Vickie. We’ve got some planning to do.”
“But . . . it’s still early. I still have other ideas for your mom.”
“Never mind that,” he said with an ominous chuckle. “This will be much better, I assure you. Now let’s get back to the car.”
Vickie let out a small huff but obediently grabbed hold of my other free arm and the three of us headed out. Soon I felt the now extremely hot pavement under my bare feet indicating to me that my son was serious about leaving and that we were indeed heading back towards Vickie’s car. At least I was getting out of here, I thought, so I endured my discomfort in silence. The last thing I wanted to do was to give them a reason to linger. I had been out on this public beach for so long it’s a wonder that the beach patrol hadn’t made their rounds and arrested me by now.
I had to endure a couple of wolf-whistles as I walked the parking lot and one slightly cheeky comment from some guy in the distance – “Hey dude, nice piece of ass you got there. Any more where that came from?”
My son just laughed and shouted back, “Yeah, some guy on the beach is giving these away. Better hurry before they’re all gone!”
Vickie chuckled, “You’re so bad . . . would that it was true I’d take home a dozen!”
Those poor girls, I thought to myself. I could only imagine what Vickie would do with them if she had a dozen more naked people like me. Soon we reached the vehicle and I heard the car door open and then my son said those fateful words, “Okay mom, hand me the bucket.”
“What? No! I need that until we get home! Someone will see me!”
“You didn’t have the bucket on the drive over here,” Danny said trying to be helpful. “You’ll be okay. Besides, what’s the big deal? You’ve been naked all afternoon and dozens of people have seen you – what’s a few more?”
“No one saw my FACE, you moron,” I snapped back flippantly from underneath my protective bucket.
“MOM! I can’t believe you just insulted my best friend. Oh, you are SO going to get punished.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I only went along with all this because . . .”
“Because you HAD to, isn’t that right mom? With a push of a button, I can STILL send all those pictures and your chat logs to Dad and all your friends. Hey, if you want to quit doing what we say, all you have to do is tell us. This can all be over in a nanosecond.”
“Yeah,” Vickie added crudely, “and your marriage will be over as well. Think about that for a moment, you old’ naked heifer, you.”
“I’m sorry . . .” I said softly and lowered my head as my son took off my protection and put it in the trunk.
“Now get in the back seat,” he commanded and, of course, I didn’t hesitate to comply. “Not that way, mom - on your knees with your butt facing the door.”
“Huh?”
“Kneel down on the seat . . . that’s it . . . now bend over so that your head touches the seat and your butt is sticking way up in the air. That’s how you are riding home. It’s your punishment for insulting Danny.”
I began to blush as I realized that my son was not only going to protect my identity but he was also intent on humiliating me further by making me moon just about every driver we passed on the way back home!!
Suddenly the door behind me slammed making me jump and then I saw Danny get into the back seat with me as the others got into the car up front. Vickie pushed the button on her arm rest and my window suddenly began to roll down.
“Back up a bit and hang those sweet cheeks out the window and then we’ll get going.”
I immediately got flushed all over and did as she had asked, burying my face into my arms. Oh Gawd, this was horrible!
We had no sooner left the parking lot I was startled by a loud horn blaring from outside my window! I had been spotted!! Naturally I had no idea who was looking at my rear end or how much they could actually see but that all came to an end when I heard a guy’s voice yelling, “Hey pull over so I can check her oil. I’ve got a great dipstick that’ll do the trick!”
HOW CRUDE, I thought to myself while blushing all the more as I realized just what his eyes were focused on. Then I found myself chuckling. He obviously wasn’t so bright. I didn’t need my oil checked – I was well lubed. What? Was he BLIND?
Several more cars passed by each either honking their horns or yelling something crass. It was very embarrassing.
“Jason, I’m going to get into trouble if I keep this up. Put an end to this before a cop catches me!”
“What? And miss all this fun? You’re the one that caused all this anyway, not me. Just kneel there and endure it. We’ll be home soon. We’re only a couple of blocks away.”
I just buried my face even deeper between my arms and sulked I could only imagine how much of my sex was visible to who knows who!! If any of these people recognized me, I’d be screwed big time! This was so risky! I hated to say this but I really miss that stupid bucket!
My thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of the car slowing down and then finally stopping. “Where are we?” I asked nervously not daring to move a muscle lest I’d be seen.
Vickie didn’t have to answer as I heard my next-door neighbor, Bob, the husband of that nosey woman next door!
“What in the hell?” he said laughing hysterically from some distance away. “Who’ve you got there, Jason? Is that one of your many girlfriends?”
Vickie laughed out loud at his comment and replied as she got out of the car. “She’s way too much for him to handle, isn’t she Jason?”
“In your dreams, sweetcakes, in your dreams.”
“Seriously, son,” he continued, “What’s going on? Is she drunk or is this some sort of initiation thing you kids are always doing?”
“No, she’s not drunk. Check her out for yourself Bob, though I doubt she’ll tell you anything.” My son said egging him on.
Oh, please, don’t let him come over here! PLEASE, don’t let him come over here, I silently prayed. He’ll recognize me for sure! I wanted right then and there to murder my own son. What was he thinking?!
All my hopes for an easy escape came crashing down when I heard him reply, “Check her out? Well, okay, don’t mind if I do. I haven’t seen a nice piece of . . .”
“ROBERT CARL SANDERSON! YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT WHORE THIS INSTANT!” I heard my neighbor’s wife screaming from what seemed like her front door. “Jason, you should be ashamed of yourself! Why I ought to tell your mother about this. She’d tan your hide until you couldn’t sit down for a week! Darned fool high school kids! What’s the younger generation coming to, that’s what I want to know!”
Her comment made my son and his friends burst out into uproarious laughter!
“Coming dear.” I heard Bob reply with obvious resignation that his fun was coming to an end. How close he had gotten to Vickie’s car and how much he actually saw of me I really had no idea. If he surmised that it was me exposing myself like that, he had certainly given no indication of it that I could tell. At least that busybody of a woman didn’t suspect that it was me. I concluded that from what she had said scolding my son.
“Coming, Mom?” my son asked with a certain glee in his voice. “Or, would you rather take a few moments and collect yourself while we go inside to start planning for tomorrow.”
“I think I stay out here while longer,” I said, “If that’s okay with you?” There was no way I wanted to make a mad naked dash to my front door after being seen by Bob! I was certain he’d STILL be looking out his window hoping to catch a better glimpse of that girl he had just seen mooning him.
“Suit yourself,” he said as the three of them headed for the house. I kept my ridiculous position with my charms in the air until I was certain they were inside and then I ducked down to the floor of the car and curled up into a ball and prayed that no one I knew would pass by!!
How was I going to get inside without being seen? What if my husband came home while I was still out here naked? What in the hell am I going to do about tomorrow? This has been one screwed up day!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 15 B
I kept myself crouched down in the backseat of the car for what seemed like an eternity. All the while I could hear cars passing by on my street. I was scared to death that one of my neighbors would be able to peer into Vickie’s vehicle and see me.
Time was running out. My husband was due home soon – in fact he should have been home already. I had to do something to get inside before he did.
Slowly I peered over the edge of the car window to see if anyone was about. The coast seemed clear. It was still broad daylight but I just HAD to take the chance. I only had to make it from the street to my front door. it would only take less than a minute if I ran.
Swallowing hard I put my hand on the door handle and opened the door but held it against the car frame as I checked the street and sidewalks one more time. I had to be insane running across my front lawn totally naked!
Finally, I made my move and ran to the front door. I didn’t hear any laughter or insults being hurled my way so I figured I had made it successfully. I grab the door handle and it was locked!
“OPEN THE DOOR!” I yelled excitedly.
“Kelly, are you okay?” I heard my noisy neighbor’s voice yelling from next door.
“I’m fine,” I replied and kept knocking. I heard laughter coming from inside and I was getting pissed off. Finally, Danny opened the door.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 16
I could hear them . . . ALL of them . . . chatting away in the next room . . . dozens of my teenage son’s classmates were waiting and so was his teacher. I guess you could say most parents dread dealing with their son’s teachers or pretty much anything related to school. The only difference between me and most other parents is that I’m standing here in the next room wearing only . . . OMG!!
Somehow, I had managed to get out of each of the horribly embarrassing situations my son and his friends had put me through yesterday without any major damage except to my dignity and pride. Perhaps I could manage to get out of this one as well. What was I thinking by saying that I was a professional performance artist and volunteering to give a demonstration to this woman’s art and drama class – my son’s high school teacher no less, although I had no idea that’s who she was at that time. Forget that, what was I thinking by letting my son take her card from me in the first place? I should have let it fly away with the wind back at the beach and never held onto it! I should have known that my son would use it to his advantage. His timing seemed to be impeccable – always showing up at just the right moment to maximize my embarrassment.
Yes, these little misadventures had their moments. I’m not saying that th-ey weren’t without a little enjoyment now and then. I admit that. But the RISK- the risk was just so high!! Just last night I had trouble sleeping as thoughts of all that had happened during day came flooding through my mind. I was so worked up as I relived the experience of being seen naked by dozens and dozens of people. I couldn’t shake those images and feelings. I eventually got up and went to the kitchen to try a glass of warm chocolate milk to see if it would help me sleep.
As I was sitting at the table waiting for the milk to heat up, I succumbed to the feelings stirring below and let my fingers do the walking, so-to-speak. Just as I was about to climax my son appeared at the entrance to the kitchen and – yes, you guessed it – he caught me in the act with my hand in the cookie jar as it were!
“Oh mom, don’t you ever give that thing a rest?”
I was so mortified I almost faded away into the floor tiles – talk about embarrassing! See what I mean about his sense of timing?
The night before, my son made Danny and I practice what was supposed to happen today during his class. It all seemed like such innocent fun as we rehearsed and rehearsed for hours getting everything just right. Naturally – and quite correctly I might add, the boys had assumed that I wouldn’t be capable of doing things on my own and would chicken out or faint dead away out of fear. They thought I would need their help to see to it that I actually went through with it, hence the fact that they included themselves into my performance piece.
My son even rationalized their involvement by saying that they could get extra credit from their teacher if they could say that they “volunteered” to help me.
So now it was almost the moment of doom. I was standing in an adjacent room to my son’s classroom. I had stripped off all my clothing as per his instructions and had my so-called “costume” – two red balloons each about the size of a cantaloupe. That’s it! I was supposed to go out there holding these balloons in front of my boobs while my pelvis was completely exposed!! I had to rely on the boys to keep that part covered throughout my artistic demonstration. This might get a bit tricky to explain but here goes.
You see my “performance” was supposed to be a balloon dance based on the Norwegian student activity called “Ballongdansen” – or in English “Balloon Dancing.” We actually watched a performance on the Internet yesterday of this teasing yet artistically creative form of dance and when carried out by skilled, well-practiced performers it was quite entertaining.
But WE were NOT skilled and well-practiced performers!
The way it was supposed to work was that after my son’s teacher announced me, I was to be met at the door by Jason and Danny who would stand directly in front of me shielding me from the class until we were in position. Both of them would each be fully dressed and holding their own balloons while I, on the other hand, was completely NAKED except for my two balloons. When the music of that cheesy song, “The Chicken Dance” started playing, the two boys would turn around and move next to me – my son to my left and Danny standing to my right so we were all facing the class. Before leaving his position in front of me, my son would use his balloon to cover my pelvis while Danny held his balloon in the air and I of course would try and keep my breasts covered with the two balloons I possessed.
So, if you can imagine this, essentially, I would be standing there naked in front of the classroom except for one balloon over my left breast, one covering my right breast and one balloon being held in front of my pelvis.
Once we were all facing the class we would alternate our balloons in time with the music in a coordinated fashion so that each of my private parts would be covered despite the fact that all the balloons were constantly in motion. For example, if I would raise my right arm up in the air above my head, Danny would quickly move his balloon to cover my right boob before it was exposed to the class. If I then I lowered my right arm to recover my boob and then raised my left arm, my son would quickly move his balloon covering my pelvis up to cover my left boob as Danny simultaneously used his now free balloon to hide my pubic area. It all had to be done quickly and with precision otherwise the students would see more than they were supposed to.
This would go on and on until the song was over each of us always moving one balloon so that I was covered at all times while the remaining one of us always had a free balloon held up in the air shaking it to the beat of the music. There were just enough balloons to cover my two boobs and pubic area with one balloon left over. If we all moved according to plan, no one would see anything that they weren’t supposed to see. It would just be a tremendous tease and the motion of our balloons to the Chicken Dance song would be so fluid and natural that it would be pleasing to the eye – hence the “art” part of this demonstration.
Whew! That was hard to describe even for me and I was there!
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Jason’s teacher saying, “Now Class, today we are going to have a demonstration of a different kind of artistic expression known as Performance Art . . .”
She was talking about me! In just a few seconds I would be out there among all those students! I tried to calm myself as I stood there in that small room with my legs quivering with the thought that at least no one really knew who I was. In fact, the teacher had only seen me when I was standing on the beach wearing my bucket. My son made all the arrangements with his teacher that morning and I gave him the fake name that I wanted to use as well. Believe it or not I somehow also persuaded him to allow me to wear a Mardi Gras mask that I had gotten some years back to wear to a Halloween Party. Maybe I could indeed pull this off without be recognized as the mask pretty much covered my entire face.
My heart began racing as she continued, “We are fortunate today to have a surprise guest – a professional artist who specializes in this sort of thing. I saw one of her performances yesterday and I was indeed most pleased to see such quality in our little town. “
What a relief! At least she seemed to have bought into my lie about being an artist doing a public performance yesterday. From what I heard her saying she really enjoyed herself too. That was something to be thankful for, I guess. Now if I could just get through the next hour, I’d be home free.
“So, let’s all give a warm round of applause to Jason’s mother as she demonstrates her craft.” The students all began clapping.
WAIT! Did she just say, “Jason’s MOTHER?!!!” Surely, she didn’t introduce me that way. How could she have known? Did my son tell her who I was or did she recognize me on the beach???
I was panicking like all get out realizing my secret was now out when the door suddenly opened and I was facing my son and his friend Danny. The class was applauding like crazy now as if they already knew what was going to happen. I gave my son the most-angry look I could muster and he just smiled back at me with that silly grin on his face.
HE TOLD THEM! He not only told them what I would be doing, he betrayed me by telling his teacher my real name!! Shit, what must they be thinking of me!! If his teacher knew who I was then she knew it was me on the beach and . . . oh my gosh!!
The two boys began moving away from me as we had rehearsed and if I didn’t follow closely at the very instant I’d be exposed to the entire room! As much as I wanted to strangle that brat the show was starting and I HAD to go on!
The music began and I almost fainted dead away! Things began just like we rehearsed and the three of us were surprisingly in sync. The balloons were moving in time with the music and I got the feeling that I was always covered. From the looks on the students’ faces they were truly enthralled with the show – not because I was practically naked - but I felt it was because they truly appreciated “demonstration.” Perhaps these were all serious art students after all. Even the smile on the teacher’s face seemed genuine and appreciative.
I was a nervous wreck as the music crept up-tempo but I did my best not to show it lest my lie be discovered.
My son was good at this but Danny started having a little trouble remembering what he was supposed to do – what moves were to come next and his timing got off. At first it was just a second delay and I was only flashing a brief glimpse of my nipple but then he got really confused and was moving his balloon to the same place I was. I had just lowered my arm to cover my right boob and so did Danny leaving my pelvis totally uncovered for quite a long time before he realized what he was supposed to have done and reacted to quickly get me covered!
The class erupted in total hysterics laughing almost uncontrollably. Gone was the former serious appreciation for my craft. Instead, I felt like I was a performer in a cheap strip joint!
I tried to maintain my composure and the boys eventually got back in sync. The song was almost half-over. If we could just manage to keep things coordinated just a little longer perhaps that little mistake would be overlooked as a little accident – one of those things that can transpire every now and then in live theatre.
Then it happened.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 17
Just when I thought things were back on track, it happened! I heard a loud BANG that made me jump! When I looked down, I realized that Danny was now holding the remnants of a busted balloon in his fingers. Almost simultaneously as a result of the loud and sudden noise, my son had let go of his balloon and it rose through the air until it came to rest against the ceiling! Earlier we had discussed just blowing up the balloons ourselves but I was concerned that being filled that way with only room air, the balloons would flop around and it would be harder to ensure that I remained covered as they would fall under the effects of gravity. The solution was to go and purchase helium-filled balloons at a local store thus ensuring that the balloons always stayed pointing up providing the maximum amount of control and coverage to me! At this very moment I regretted ever opening my mouth yesterday. Now a balloon had escaped well out of reach!
I froze! There were now only two balloons left!
Despite my earlier anger at my son, he reacted quickly and used his hand to cover my exposed left breast and Danny, seeing what he had done used one of his hands to cover my pubes!
The class was darn near falling over they were laughing so hard. The act continued as before only now two hands were used instead of balloons to try and shield my sex. It was the only thing left to do but it wasn’t working very well. Everyone was flustered – especially me - and now I was the one who was out of sync causing my own exposure.
Boy, was I showing everything to the class too! Then one of my balloons also burst perhaps because of all my rapid, jerky movements trying to get it to the right spots. I was so shocked I jumped a bit and, you guessed it, the last remaining balloon also joined my son’s balloon on the ceiling!
Danny and my son were laughing so hard at the sudden turn of events that they just gave up and doubled over joining the laughter of their classmates leaving me standing there completely exposed and frozen with fear as everyone else looked on in amazement!!!
At that moment the song ended.
“BRAVO!!” the teacher began shouting, “BRAVO!!” To my utter dismay, instead of being angry or upset over what had happened, the teacher seemed to think that it was all part of my act!! She began clapping quite enthusiastically and began walking towards me. The rest of the class, though they were still howling in their seats, all joined in applauding as well.
I wanted to just die!!
I didn’t quite know what to make of it all so I just stood there feeling numb and in shock!! I had just exposed myself to my son’s entire high school Drama class! Trying to cover myself seemed pointless as they had already seen everything so I just stood there taking it all in.
My son’s teacher put her arm around me and began to quiet her class, “Settle down, now. All right, settle down.”
The class slowly regained some composure and the applause and outright laughter faded away, though occasional giggling could still be heard here and there from around the room.
“What a marvelous performance!” She said again. “I want to thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to do this for our class. I think they all got a lot out of it. Didn’t you class?”
“Oh, we certainly did,” came the near unanimous reply from the students.
“That must have taken some time to teach these boys those moves in such a short period. It must have taken all night.”
“It certainly did,” my son shouted. “We really worked hard, too. Getting the timing right was the hard part, especially towards the end when we had to make the balloon popping look like it was an accident – even though it wasn’t. My mom is a true professional. I think Danny and I deserve extra credit for what we did, don’t you?”
“We’ll see, Jason. From the looks of your grades lately you could probably use it.” Her remark made the class giggle again.
The teacher then turned to me with an unnerving yet eerily knowing grin and asked, “Perhaps if you have time, you could stay and answer some questions from my students.”
The look in her eye was unsettling as if she was trying to tell me something but I had no idea what.
“Um . . . yes, of course . . . I just need to . . .”
“FINE!” she answered back before I had a chance to tell her that I wanted to get dressed first. “Now who has a question for Jason’s mother?”
Immediately, just about every hand in the room shot up.
“Yes, Susan,” the teacher said pointing to a young girl in the front row.
“I enjoyed your performance today. How did you get started doing this?”
“Well . . . let’s just say I had to force myself into it. It wasn’t something I normally would have done.” No sooner had I finished talking another dozen hands went up. This time I pointed at another girl way in the back.
“Were you nervous doing this today? Were you scared to walk in here naked?”
“Oh YES, I was nervous. Believe you me I was petrified. But art requires discipline so I had to force myself to overcome my fears.”
A boy in the back yelled out, “Were you excited at all? I mean being naked in front of a bunch of strangers seems pretty intense to me.” The class laughed at his comment but one stern look from his teacher silenced the lot of them.
I wanted to yell out, “HELL YES, I was excited,” but I ignored his comment and pointed to a boy in the back.
“How do you get started in something like this?”
Looking at the teacher I knew I had to say something about education. “I think you need to take a lot of art and drama classes in college. The more training you have the more creative you can be later on.” The proud smile on the teacher’s face told me that she approved of my answer.
So, it went for the remaining time left in the hour. I stood there naked and exposed as the students asked questions. It was an interesting experience, really. I was actually starting to enjoy myself until the bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class. I hardly noticed the students filing out of the room until the open door caught my eye and I spotted other students walking the halls looking in at me standing there naked! I could only imagine what they were thinking as they passed by.
When the room had cleared except for my son and his teacher, I thanked her for allowing me to address the class and turned to find my clothing.
“Now that we know of your talent, I have a dozen places for you to ply your craft – some of them are likely to pay pretty well. Why you could become quite the celebrity in our little town. “
“What?! Oh, I couldn’t.” I exclaimed with my voice quivering.
“Nonsense, you have talent. You stick with me and I’ll see to it that you have more fun than you’ve ever dreamed of.”
What had I gotten myself into? I had to dissuade this woman of that idea before things got out of hand. “I just couldn’t. My husband would have a cow. He wouldn’t allow it; no way in heck would he let me.”
“Oh, dad already knows mom. He’ll be fine with it.” my son said with that knowing grin on his face.
Did he already send my pictures to him? Did that man from his office that I heard at the beach yesterday recognize me and rat me out to my husband?
“He couldn’t . . . I mean he knows about what?”
The teacher came up to me and patted me on my butt. “He knows everything, my dear. In fact, this was all his idea from the start.”
“What . . . what do you mean . . . his idea?!” I swallowed hard not sure if I really wanted to know the answer to my question.
“That’s right mom. He was the one who told me what to do. He wanted to see if you would really follow through with the things I told you to do. He wants you to be happy, mom and after reading some of the things you wrote he knew he had to find a way to bring you out of your shell and stop fantasizing about things and start living your dreams.”
Why that bastard! “You mean this whole thing was a set up?”
My son laughed, “I guess you could say that. Admit it, mom. You had fun, didn’t you? Dad was right. You needed this.”
“Well I . . .”
“So, I take it you’ll be doing my bidding from now on,” the teacher asked. “I have so many ideas to help you live out your fantasies. I’m sure between your son and me we will keep you busy for a long time to come!”
THE END
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By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 15
My son put his arm around me and began walking me down the beach. “Let’s get going, Vickie. We’ve got some planning to do.”
“But . . . it’s still early. I still have other ideas for your mom.”
“Never mind that,” he said with an ominous chuckle. “This will be much better, I assure you. Now let’s get back to the car.”
Vickie let out a small huff but obediently grabbed hold of my other free arm and the three of us headed out. Soon I felt the now extremely hot pavement under my bare feet indicating to me that my son was serious about leaving and that we were indeed heading back towards Vickie’s car. At least I was getting out of here, I thought, so I endured my discomfort in silence. The last thing I wanted to do was to give them a reason to linger. I had been out on this public beach for so long it’s a wonder that the beach patrol hadn’t made their rounds and arrested me by now.
I had to endure a couple of wolf-whistles as I walked the parking lot and one slightly cheeky comment from some guy in the distance – “Hey dude, nice piece of ass you got there. Any more where that came from?”
My son just laughed and shouted back, “Yeah, some guy on the beach is giving these away. Better hurry before they’re all gone!”
Vickie chuckled, “You’re so bad . . . would that it was true I’d take home a dozen!”
Those poor girls, I thought to myself. I could only imagine what Vickie would do with them if she had a dozen more naked people like me. Soon we reached the vehicle and I heard the car door open and then my son said those fateful words, “Okay mom, hand me the bucket.”
“What? No! I need that until we get home! Someone will see me!”
“You didn’t have the bucket on the drive over here,” Danny said trying to be helpful. “You’ll be okay. Besides, what’s the big deal? You’ve been naked all afternoon and dozens of people have seen you – what’s a few more?”
“No one saw my FACE, you moron,” I snapped back flippantly from underneath my protective bucket.
“MOM! I can’t believe you just insulted my best friend. Oh, you are SO going to get punished.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I only went along with all this because . . .”
“Because you HAD to, isn’t that right mom? With a push of a button, I can STILL send all those pictures and your chat logs to Dad and all your friends. Hey, if you want to quit doing what we say, all you have to do is tell us. This can all be over in a nanosecond.”
“Yeah,” Vickie added crudely, “and your marriage will be over as well. Think about that for a moment, you old’ naked heifer, you.”
“I’m sorry . . .” I said softly and lowered my head as my son took off my protection and put it in the trunk.
“Now get in the back seat,” he commanded and, of course, I didn’t hesitate to comply. “Not that way, mom - on your knees with your butt facing the door.”
“Huh?”
“Kneel down on the seat . . . that’s it . . . now bend over so that your head touches the seat and your butt is sticking way up in the air. That’s how you are riding home. It’s your punishment for insulting Danny.”
I began to blush as I realized that my son was not only going to protect my identity but he was also intent on humiliating me further by making me moon just about every driver we passed on the way back home!!
Suddenly the door behind me slammed making me jump and then I saw Danny get into the back seat with me as the others got into the car up front. Vickie pushed the button on her arm rest and my window suddenly began to roll down.
“Back up a bit and hang those sweet cheeks out the window and then we’ll get going.”
I immediately got flushed all over and did as she had asked, burying my face into my arms. Oh Gawd, this was horrible!
We had no sooner left the parking lot I was startled by a loud horn blaring from outside my window! I had been spotted!! Naturally I had no idea who was looking at my rear end or how much they could actually see but that all came to an end when I heard a guy’s voice yelling, “Hey pull over so I can check her oil. I’ve got a great dipstick that’ll do the trick!”
HOW CRUDE, I thought to myself while blushing all the more as I realized just what his eyes were focused on. Then I found myself chuckling. He obviously wasn’t so bright. I didn’t need my oil checked – I was well lubed. What? Was he BLIND?
Several more cars passed by each either honking their horns or yelling something crass. It was very embarrassing.
“Jason, I’m going to get into trouble if I keep this up. Put an end to this before a cop catches me!”
“What? And miss all this fun? You’re the one that caused all this anyway, not me. Just kneel there and endure it. We’ll be home soon. We’re only a couple of blocks away.”
I just buried my face even deeper between my arms and sulked I could only imagine how much of my sex was visible to who knows who!! If any of these people recognized me, I’d be screwed big time! This was so risky! I hated to say this but I really miss that stupid bucket!
My thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of the car slowing down and then finally stopping. “Where are we?” I asked nervously not daring to move a muscle lest I’d be seen.
Vickie didn’t have to answer as I heard my next-door neighbor, Bob, the husband of that nosey woman next door!
“What in the hell?” he said laughing hysterically from some distance away. “Who’ve you got there, Jason? Is that one of your many girlfriends?”
Vickie laughed out loud at his comment and replied as she got out of the car. “She’s way too much for him to handle, isn’t she Jason?”
“In your dreams, sweetcakes, in your dreams.”
“Seriously, son,” he continued, “What’s going on? Is she drunk or is this some sort of initiation thing you kids are always doing?”
“No, she’s not drunk. Check her out for yourself Bob, though I doubt she’ll tell you anything.” My son said egging him on.
Oh, please, don’t let him come over here! PLEASE, don’t let him come over here, I silently prayed. He’ll recognize me for sure! I wanted right then and there to murder my own son. What was he thinking?!
All my hopes for an easy escape came crashing down when I heard him reply, “Check her out? Well, okay, don’t mind if I do. I haven’t seen a nice piece of . . .”
“ROBERT CARL SANDERSON! YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT WHORE THIS INSTANT!” I heard my neighbor’s wife screaming from what seemed like her front door. “Jason, you should be ashamed of yourself! Why I ought to tell your mother about this. She’d tan your hide until you couldn’t sit down for a week! Darned fool high school kids! What’s the younger generation coming to, that’s what I want to know!”
Her comment made my son and his friends burst out into uproarious laughter!
“Coming dear.” I heard Bob reply with obvious resignation that his fun was coming to an end. How close he had gotten to Vickie’s car and how much he actually saw of me I really had no idea. If he surmised that it was me exposing myself like that, he had certainly given no indication of it that I could tell. At least that busybody of a woman didn’t suspect that it was me. I concluded that from what she had said scolding my son.
“Coming, Mom?” my son asked with a certain glee in his voice. “Or, would you rather take a few moments and collect yourself while we go inside to start planning for tomorrow.”
“I think I stay out here while longer,” I said, “If that’s okay with you?” There was no way I wanted to make a mad naked dash to my front door after being seen by Bob! I was certain he’d STILL be looking out his window hoping to catch a better glimpse of that girl he had just seen mooning him.
“Suit yourself,” he said as the three of them headed for the house. I kept my ridiculous position with my charms in the air until I was certain they were inside and then I ducked down to the floor of the car and curled up into a ball and prayed that no one I knew would pass by!!
How was I going to get inside without being seen? What if my husband came home while I was still out here naked? What in the hell am I going to do about tomorrow? This has been one screwed up day!
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 15 B
I kept myself crouched down in the backseat of the car for what seemed like an eternity. All the while I could hear cars passing by on my street. I was scared to death that one of my neighbors would be able to peer into Vickie’s vehicle and see me.
Time was running out. My husband was due home soon – in fact he should have been home already. I had to do something to get inside before he did.
Slowly I peered over the edge of the car window to see if anyone was about. The coast seemed clear. It was still broad daylight but I just HAD to take the chance. I only had to make it from the street to my front door. it would only take less than a minute if I ran.
Swallowing hard I put my hand on the door handle and opened the door but held it against the car frame as I checked the street and sidewalks one more time. I had to be insane running across my front lawn totally naked!
Finally, I made my move and ran to the front door. I didn’t hear any laughter or insults being hurled my way so I figured I had made it successfully. I grab the door handle and it was locked!
“OPEN THE DOOR!” I yelled excitedly.
“Kelly, are you okay?” I heard my noisy neighbor’s voice yelling from next door.
“I’m fine,” I replied and kept knocking. I heard laughter coming from inside and I was getting pissed off. Finally, Danny opened the door.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 16
I could hear them . . . ALL of them . . . chatting away in the next room . . . dozens of my teenage son’s classmates were waiting and so was his teacher. I guess you could say most parents dread dealing with their son’s teachers or pretty much anything related to school. The only difference between me and most other parents is that I’m standing here in the next room wearing only . . . OMG!!
Somehow, I had managed to get out of each of the horribly embarrassing situations my son and his friends had put me through yesterday without any major damage except to my dignity and pride. Perhaps I could manage to get out of this one as well. What was I thinking by saying that I was a professional performance artist and volunteering to give a demonstration to this woman’s art and drama class – my son’s high school teacher no less, although I had no idea that’s who she was at that time. Forget that, what was I thinking by letting my son take her card from me in the first place? I should have let it fly away with the wind back at the beach and never held onto it! I should have known that my son would use it to his advantage. His timing seemed to be impeccable – always showing up at just the right moment to maximize my embarrassment.
Yes, these little misadventures had their moments. I’m not saying that th-ey weren’t without a little enjoyment now and then. I admit that. But the RISK- the risk was just so high!! Just last night I had trouble sleeping as thoughts of all that had happened during day came flooding through my mind. I was so worked up as I relived the experience of being seen naked by dozens and dozens of people. I couldn’t shake those images and feelings. I eventually got up and went to the kitchen to try a glass of warm chocolate milk to see if it would help me sleep.
As I was sitting at the table waiting for the milk to heat up, I succumbed to the feelings stirring below and let my fingers do the walking, so-to-speak. Just as I was about to climax my son appeared at the entrance to the kitchen and – yes, you guessed it – he caught me in the act with my hand in the cookie jar as it were!
“Oh mom, don’t you ever give that thing a rest?”
I was so mortified I almost faded away into the floor tiles – talk about embarrassing! See what I mean about his sense of timing?
The night before, my son made Danny and I practice what was supposed to happen today during his class. It all seemed like such innocent fun as we rehearsed and rehearsed for hours getting everything just right. Naturally – and quite correctly I might add, the boys had assumed that I wouldn’t be capable of doing things on my own and would chicken out or faint dead away out of fear. They thought I would need their help to see to it that I actually went through with it, hence the fact that they included themselves into my performance piece.
My son even rationalized their involvement by saying that they could get extra credit from their teacher if they could say that they “volunteered” to help me.
So now it was almost the moment of doom. I was standing in an adjacent room to my son’s classroom. I had stripped off all my clothing as per his instructions and had my so-called “costume” – two red balloons each about the size of a cantaloupe. That’s it! I was supposed to go out there holding these balloons in front of my boobs while my pelvis was completely exposed!! I had to rely on the boys to keep that part covered throughout my artistic demonstration. This might get a bit tricky to explain but here goes.
You see my “performance” was supposed to be a balloon dance based on the Norwegian student activity called “Ballongdansen” – or in English “Balloon Dancing.” We actually watched a performance on the Internet yesterday of this teasing yet artistically creative form of dance and when carried out by skilled, well-practiced performers it was quite entertaining.
But WE were NOT skilled and well-practiced performers!
The way it was supposed to work was that after my son’s teacher announced me, I was to be met at the door by Jason and Danny who would stand directly in front of me shielding me from the class until we were in position. Both of them would each be fully dressed and holding their own balloons while I, on the other hand, was completely NAKED except for my two balloons. When the music of that cheesy song, “The Chicken Dance” started playing, the two boys would turn around and move next to me – my son to my left and Danny standing to my right so we were all facing the class. Before leaving his position in front of me, my son would use his balloon to cover my pelvis while Danny held his balloon in the air and I of course would try and keep my breasts covered with the two balloons I possessed.
So, if you can imagine this, essentially, I would be standing there naked in front of the classroom except for one balloon over my left breast, one covering my right breast and one balloon being held in front of my pelvis.
Once we were all facing the class we would alternate our balloons in time with the music in a coordinated fashion so that each of my private parts would be covered despite the fact that all the balloons were constantly in motion. For example, if I would raise my right arm up in the air above my head, Danny would quickly move his balloon to cover my right boob before it was exposed to the class. If I then I lowered my right arm to recover my boob and then raised my left arm, my son would quickly move his balloon covering my pelvis up to cover my left boob as Danny simultaneously used his now free balloon to hide my pubic area. It all had to be done quickly and with precision otherwise the students would see more than they were supposed to.
This would go on and on until the song was over each of us always moving one balloon so that I was covered at all times while the remaining one of us always had a free balloon held up in the air shaking it to the beat of the music. There were just enough balloons to cover my two boobs and pubic area with one balloon left over. If we all moved according to plan, no one would see anything that they weren’t supposed to see. It would just be a tremendous tease and the motion of our balloons to the Chicken Dance song would be so fluid and natural that it would be pleasing to the eye – hence the “art” part of this demonstration.
Whew! That was hard to describe even for me and I was there!
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Jason’s teacher saying, “Now Class, today we are going to have a demonstration of a different kind of artistic expression known as Performance Art . . .”
She was talking about me! In just a few seconds I would be out there among all those students! I tried to calm myself as I stood there in that small room with my legs quivering with the thought that at least no one really knew who I was. In fact, the teacher had only seen me when I was standing on the beach wearing my bucket. My son made all the arrangements with his teacher that morning and I gave him the fake name that I wanted to use as well. Believe it or not I somehow also persuaded him to allow me to wear a Mardi Gras mask that I had gotten some years back to wear to a Halloween Party. Maybe I could indeed pull this off without be recognized as the mask pretty much covered my entire face.
My heart began racing as she continued, “We are fortunate today to have a surprise guest – a professional artist who specializes in this sort of thing. I saw one of her performances yesterday and I was indeed most pleased to see such quality in our little town. “
What a relief! At least she seemed to have bought into my lie about being an artist doing a public performance yesterday. From what I heard her saying she really enjoyed herself too. That was something to be thankful for, I guess. Now if I could just get through the next hour, I’d be home free.
“So, let’s all give a warm round of applause to Jason’s mother as she demonstrates her craft.” The students all began clapping.
WAIT! Did she just say, “Jason’s MOTHER?!!!” Surely, she didn’t introduce me that way. How could she have known? Did my son tell her who I was or did she recognize me on the beach???
I was panicking like all get out realizing my secret was now out when the door suddenly opened and I was facing my son and his friend Danny. The class was applauding like crazy now as if they already knew what was going to happen. I gave my son the most-angry look I could muster and he just smiled back at me with that silly grin on his face.
HE TOLD THEM! He not only told them what I would be doing, he betrayed me by telling his teacher my real name!! Shit, what must they be thinking of me!! If his teacher knew who I was then she knew it was me on the beach and . . . oh my gosh!!
The two boys began moving away from me as we had rehearsed and if I didn’t follow closely at the very instant I’d be exposed to the entire room! As much as I wanted to strangle that brat the show was starting and I HAD to go on!
The music began and I almost fainted dead away! Things began just like we rehearsed and the three of us were surprisingly in sync. The balloons were moving in time with the music and I got the feeling that I was always covered. From the looks on the students’ faces they were truly enthralled with the show – not because I was practically naked - but I felt it was because they truly appreciated “demonstration.” Perhaps these were all serious art students after all. Even the smile on the teacher’s face seemed genuine and appreciative.
I was a nervous wreck as the music crept up-tempo but I did my best not to show it lest my lie be discovered.
My son was good at this but Danny started having a little trouble remembering what he was supposed to do – what moves were to come next and his timing got off. At first it was just a second delay and I was only flashing a brief glimpse of my nipple but then he got really confused and was moving his balloon to the same place I was. I had just lowered my arm to cover my right boob and so did Danny leaving my pelvis totally uncovered for quite a long time before he realized what he was supposed to have done and reacted to quickly get me covered!
The class erupted in total hysterics laughing almost uncontrollably. Gone was the former serious appreciation for my craft. Instead, I felt like I was a performer in a cheap strip joint!
I tried to maintain my composure and the boys eventually got back in sync. The song was almost half-over. If we could just manage to keep things coordinated just a little longer perhaps that little mistake would be overlooked as a little accident – one of those things that can transpire every now and then in live theatre.
Then it happened.
Kelly Ann’s Dilemma (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Chapter 17
Just when I thought things were back on track, it happened! I heard a loud BANG that made me jump! When I looked down, I realized that Danny was now holding the remnants of a busted balloon in his fingers. Almost simultaneously as a result of the loud and sudden noise, my son had let go of his balloon and it rose through the air until it came to rest against the ceiling! Earlier we had discussed just blowing up the balloons ourselves but I was concerned that being filled that way with only room air, the balloons would flop around and it would be harder to ensure that I remained covered as they would fall under the effects of gravity. The solution was to go and purchase helium-filled balloons at a local store thus ensuring that the balloons always stayed pointing up providing the maximum amount of control and coverage to me! At this very moment I regretted ever opening my mouth yesterday. Now a balloon had escaped well out of reach!
I froze! There were now only two balloons left!
Despite my earlier anger at my son, he reacted quickly and used his hand to cover my exposed left breast and Danny, seeing what he had done used one of his hands to cover my pubes!
The class was darn near falling over they were laughing so hard. The act continued as before only now two hands were used instead of balloons to try and shield my sex. It was the only thing left to do but it wasn’t working very well. Everyone was flustered – especially me - and now I was the one who was out of sync causing my own exposure.
Boy, was I showing everything to the class too! Then one of my balloons also burst perhaps because of all my rapid, jerky movements trying to get it to the right spots. I was so shocked I jumped a bit and, you guessed it, the last remaining balloon also joined my son’s balloon on the ceiling!
Danny and my son were laughing so hard at the sudden turn of events that they just gave up and doubled over joining the laughter of their classmates leaving me standing there completely exposed and frozen with fear as everyone else looked on in amazement!!!
At that moment the song ended.
“BRAVO!!” the teacher began shouting, “BRAVO!!” To my utter dismay, instead of being angry or upset over what had happened, the teacher seemed to think that it was all part of my act!! She began clapping quite enthusiastically and began walking towards me. The rest of the class, though they were still howling in their seats, all joined in applauding as well.
I wanted to just die!!
I didn’t quite know what to make of it all so I just stood there feeling numb and in shock!! I had just exposed myself to my son’s entire high school Drama class! Trying to cover myself seemed pointless as they had already seen everything so I just stood there taking it all in.
My son’s teacher put her arm around me and began to quiet her class, “Settle down, now. All right, settle down.”
The class slowly regained some composure and the applause and outright laughter faded away, though occasional giggling could still be heard here and there from around the room.
“What a marvelous performance!” She said again. “I want to thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to do this for our class. I think they all got a lot out of it. Didn’t you class?”
“Oh, we certainly did,” came the near unanimous reply from the students.
“That must have taken some time to teach these boys those moves in such a short period. It must have taken all night.”
“It certainly did,” my son shouted. “We really worked hard, too. Getting the timing right was the hard part, especially towards the end when we had to make the balloon popping look like it was an accident – even though it wasn’t. My mom is a true professional. I think Danny and I deserve extra credit for what we did, don’t you?”
“We’ll see, Jason. From the looks of your grades lately you could probably use it.” Her remark made the class giggle again.
The teacher then turned to me with an unnerving yet eerily knowing grin and asked, “Perhaps if you have time, you could stay and answer some questions from my students.”
The look in her eye was unsettling as if she was trying to tell me something but I had no idea what.
“Um . . . yes, of course . . . I just need to . . .”
“FINE!” she answered back before I had a chance to tell her that I wanted to get dressed first. “Now who has a question for Jason’s mother?”
Immediately, just about every hand in the room shot up.
“Yes, Susan,” the teacher said pointing to a young girl in the front row.
“I enjoyed your performance today. How did you get started doing this?”
“Well . . . let’s just say I had to force myself into it. It wasn’t something I normally would have done.” No sooner had I finished talking another dozen hands went up. This time I pointed at another girl way in the back.
“Were you nervous doing this today? Were you scared to walk in here naked?”
“Oh YES, I was nervous. Believe you me I was petrified. But art requires discipline so I had to force myself to overcome my fears.”
A boy in the back yelled out, “Were you excited at all? I mean being naked in front of a bunch of strangers seems pretty intense to me.” The class laughed at his comment but one stern look from his teacher silenced the lot of them.
I wanted to yell out, “HELL YES, I was excited,” but I ignored his comment and pointed to a boy in the back.
“How do you get started in something like this?”
Looking at the teacher I knew I had to say something about education. “I think you need to take a lot of art and drama classes in college. The more training you have the more creative you can be later on.” The proud smile on the teacher’s face told me that she approved of my answer.
So, it went for the remaining time left in the hour. I stood there naked and exposed as the students asked questions. It was an interesting experience, really. I was actually starting to enjoy myself until the bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class. I hardly noticed the students filing out of the room until the open door caught my eye and I spotted other students walking the halls looking in at me standing there naked! I could only imagine what they were thinking as they passed by.
When the room had cleared except for my son and his teacher, I thanked her for allowing me to address the class and turned to find my clothing.
“Now that we know of your talent, I have a dozen places for you to ply your craft – some of them are likely to pay pretty well. Why you could become quite the celebrity in our little town. “
“What?! Oh, I couldn’t.” I exclaimed with my voice quivering.
“Nonsense, you have talent. You stick with me and I’ll see to it that you have more fun than you’ve ever dreamed of.”
What had I gotten myself into? I had to dissuade this woman of that idea before things got out of hand. “I just couldn’t. My husband would have a cow. He wouldn’t allow it; no way in heck would he let me.”
“Oh, dad already knows mom. He’ll be fine with it.” my son said with that knowing grin on his face.
Did he already send my pictures to him? Did that man from his office that I heard at the beach yesterday recognize me and rat me out to my husband?
“He couldn’t . . . I mean he knows about what?”
The teacher came up to me and patted me on my butt. “He knows everything, my dear. In fact, this was all his idea from the start.”
“What . . . what do you mean . . . his idea?!” I swallowed hard not sure if I really wanted to know the answer to my question.
“That’s right mom. He was the one who told me what to do. He wanted to see if you would really follow through with the things I told you to do. He wants you to be happy, mom and after reading some of the things you wrote he knew he had to find a way to bring you out of your shell and stop fantasizing about things and start living your dreams.”
Why that bastard! “You mean this whole thing was a set up?”
My son laughed, “I guess you could say that. Admit it, mom. You had fun, didn’t you? Dad was right. You needed this.”
“Well I . . .”
“So, I take it you’ll be doing my bidding from now on,” the teacher asked. “I have so many ideas to help you live out your fantasies. I’m sure between your son and me we will keep you busy for a long time to come!”
THE END
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