Chapter 1

 

I groaned and rolled over when I slowly started to wake up. I was so sore. Everywhere. What kind of weird dreams did I have last night? Where am I?

It took time for me to realize that I wasn’t in my room. I was in the basement on the futon. And I was startled when I looked over to see someone on the futon with me!

My memory came back slowly. “Oh My God!” I thought to myself. “I wasn’t dreaming!”

The basement was pretty dark. A little light shone in from between the curtains on the small windows. “What time is it?” I thought. I focused on the form next to me. All I could really make out was tits. Huge ones. Obviously, it was Debbie, the head cheerleader.

Not wanting to wake her, I slowly rolled over to climb out of bed and realized that I was naked. Instinctively, my hands moved to cover my nipples and cunny. I turned to put my feet down on the floor and sat for a minute to chill.

I saw Tonya and Addie spooning on the sofa and Laia crashed in the easy chair. They were all still asleep. I got up and walked toward the stairs. On my way, I tripped on one of our cheerleader uniforms and put it on. I looked for a few seconds, but I couldn’t find the panties. I walked up the dark steps quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up.

The kitchen was bright when I opened the basement door. “Mom?” I called, but not too loud.

I looked around the house, but there was no sign of Mom or Ms. Connor. It was like 11:00 already. I peed and put on a pot of coffee and sat at the kitchen table.

Scenes from last night kept popping into my head. Mom walked in on my initiation. They were tickling my titties. Or my long thick nipples anyway. They discovered my secret when they pulled my bra off and wads of tissues flew out. “Tissues! Oh my God!” I said out loud. “They’re calling me tissues now.” They all saw that I have absolutely no titties at all. I’m completely flat. All I have are fat nipples. I felt a little tingle in my cunny thinking about it.

Mom tried to put a stop to the festivities, but my teammates stopped her. She was stripped naked and tickled. God, her cunny is so hairy! Well, it was hairy. Somewhere along the line she got it shaved bald. God, she was humiliated by them all night. A little more tingling in my cunny.

Ms. Connor showed up somehow and eventually I got stripped naked. My thoughts shifted more to my humiliating body. The body I tried so hard to make sure no one ever knew about. I faced away from the others in the shower and locker room.

To go along with my titless chest, my cunny is practically bald. I just have a little peach fuzz. You can barely even see it. I have a little girl’s body. No titties and a bald cunny. Even Addie has some titties. And I know all the girls shave their cunnies because they have thick hair. Not me.

I don’t have much of a butt either. Just the slightest flair of hips. I look at myself in the mirror every day, hoping that I’d see a little tittie growth or may be a dark hair. Nothing.

They saw my clitty too. It’s long and thick. You can see it and my thick lips sticking out of my slit all the time. No other cunny I’ve seen looks like mine. I saw Mom’s cunny last night. Her clitty is big too, but not nearly as big as mine.

At least my nipples and clitty prove that I’m not really a little girl.

Mom was tickled until she peed. Then they all tickled me. Wait… “Oh!” I said out loud to no one, “Mom told them to tickle me! Tickle me until I came!”

And I did cum. It was the first time ever. I’d tried to do it to myself all the time, but I always chickened out when the feeling got too weird. But I was tied up last night and couldn’t stop them. And the weirdest thing happened. When I came, stuff shot out of my cunny. Like a boy’s thingy is supposed to. What was that? Is that normal?

“God! It happened right in front of everyone. I’m so humiliated,” I continued my conversation with myself.

The rest of the night’s events played out in my mind. Debbie was in charge until Ms. Connor showed up. Then she took over and things got weirder and weirder. Mom and I were handcuffed all kinds of ways. Mom got spanked. I got spanked. I sucked on titties and licked cunnies.

Then, Ms. Connor made me tell her how to punish my Mom. Whatever I told them to do to Mom, I got double. I’m so ashamed now of what I made them do. At the time, I felt like she deserved it. I felt like I deserved it too. I’m not so sure now but thinking about it has my clitty throbbing.

I reached down to touch it and winced. The pain made me remember the whipping Ms. Connor gave our cunnies and buttholes. “My butt’s gonna sting when I have to poop.” I had no one but myself to blame. I asked for it, and we got it.

Then they made Mom and I rub cunnies together. We were tied up that way and Ms. Connor got me really close to cumming with those beads in my butthole.

“Why did it feel so good when she pulled them out?” I got nauseous thinking about it. Nauseous and horny at the same time. It made me cum harder than I came the first time and I squirted that stuff all over Mom’s cunny. I think she orgasmed too.

“Oh God! I had sex with my Mom!” I said, thinking that I’d never be able to face her again. Or go to school and face my teammates. Then a horrible thought popped into my mind.

“School!” I thought, “They said they’re going to expose me in school! To everyone! They wouldn’t. They couldn’t.”

I realized that I was touching my clitty thinking about it. It hurt, but I didn’t care. I felt myself getting close to that place where I usually stopped myself, but I didn’t stop. Remembering how good it felt last night, I kept rubbing my sore clitty. The feeling was getting more and more intense. I was about to fall over the edge thinking about being exposed in school.

“What the fuck!” Debbie’s voice rang out from behind me. “Didn’t you have enough last night?”

I pulled my hand away. “Debbie… I’m sorry… I…” I started to say.

“At least you made fucking coffee,” she ignored me. “You’re not totally useless.”

The three of them came into the kitchen. They had found their nighties and panties.

“Who told her to get dressed?” Tonya asked.

“Oh… Right… Strip!” Debbie ordered.

I froze for a moment, but then thought about getting punished. So, I got up and pulled the cheerleader uniform off and I was naked.

“Her body’s pathetic,” Laia said.

“Yeah. Even I have bigger titties than her,” Addie added, pulling her nightie up and proudly sticking out her A-cup titties and cute puffy nipples.

I stood with my head down and let them humiliate my body. My clitty didn’t stop throbbing and my nipples were as long and thick as ever.

“I got a bunch of texts from Ms. Connor. They’re at the mall. First, we have to clean this place up. Then we have to go through Anna’s… Uh… Tissues’ clothes and get rid of what she doesn’t need. Then I take her to the other mall. She said she’ll text again later.”

“I’m working at the shop today,” Tonya said. “I have time to help clean up, but then I’m out.”

“Me and Laia are volunteering today, remember?” Addie said.

Debbie acknowledged the others and said that she’d drop them off on the way to the mall. Looks like it was going to be just me and her going shopping.

“She said one other thing,” Debbie said looking down at the floor. “I’m… I’m not allowed to wear a bra today. I’m being punished for what happened last night. For letting things get out of hand. It’s been years since I’ve been out without a bra.”

The girls hugged her and told her it would be OK and tried to comfort her. I just stood there naked and humiliated.

“She said that’s just the start of the punishment, too. She didn’t say what the rest of the punishment is, but she’s gonna punish my tits. I know it. She loves punishing them. That’s all I am to everyone. A giant pair of tits. I’m so sick of it,” She said, sitting at the table and crying into her hands.

I jumped up and poured her coffee while the others continued to try to cheer up the head cheerleader. I nearly laughed out loud at the irony. “Maybe they should do a cheer for her!” I thought to myself, “Give me a T!... Give me an I!... Give me a T!... Give me a T!... Give me an I!... Give me an E!... Give me an S!... TITTIES!... TITTIES!... YEAAAAAA TITTIES!”

“OK,” Debbie said when she calmed down, “Let’s get moving here. We have a lot to do.”

We ate a quick breakfast of cereal, cleaned up the kitchen and went down to the basement. It was a wreck. Our cheerleader uniforms and panties were scattered all over. The furniture was rearranged and all the sex and bondage stuff was everywhere. I clenched my thighs to squeeze my clitty when I noticed the string of beads that Ms. Connor used on my butthole.

Debbie gave the orders. As we cleaned, she had each of us to up to shower, two at a time. She told us to make it quick and we did.

“No fucking in the shower!” she ordered. “We don’t have time.”

Addie and Laia showered first. Then me and Tonya. She made me wash both my body and hers. I loved serving her this way and enjoyed touching her all over. We didn’t wash our hair, so we didn’t have to blow-dry it and we did a quick make-up job. Debbie showered last.

The girls changed into jeans and t-shirts. I was told to stay naked. Debbie looked obscene with no bra on. She was right. All I saw was her big titties and nipples poking out.

“You three finish up down here,” Debbie ordered. “I’ll take Tissues up to go through her shit and find her something to wear for now.”

We grabbed some garbage bags from the kitchen and headed up to my room.

The first drawer Debbie opened had my bras. “You won’t be needing THESE anymore,” She said and emptied them all into a bag.

“Or these,” as she emptied all the panties out of the second drawer.

And so, it went from there. Virtually everything I had went into the bags. All I had left were a couple of pairs of shoes and sneakers, my socks, a few tank tops and a few pairs of tight butt shorts. They were the ones I’d wear under a short dress or skirt. They were more like panties than shorts.

Looking at the few things I had left, my cunny was dripping. I could feel my juice on my thighs as I walked. Was she really going to take me to the mall wearing something from this pile? Why was this making me so horny?

She picked up a white pair of butt shorts. “Put these on,” she said. I noticed that they were the oldest ones, the ones that were a size too small and worn a little thin.

“They’re too small for me. I need…” I started but was interrupted.

“Fucking put them on!” she ordered. “I’ll tell you what you need!”

I struggled to get them up and over my hips. They were really tight and snug up in my cunny. The fabric rubbed against my sore clitty. My cunny was as naked as it could be while still being dressed and I felt that they were pulled way up my butt crack. I thought that once Debbie saw how the shorts looked that she’d add them to the bags of clothes we were getting rid of and find something else for me to wear.

Instead she walked over and started adjusting. She pulled them up even tighter into my cunny and butt crack and folded the waist over, so they were low on my hips.

“Perfect!” she said as she stepped back to look me over.

“Perfect?” I thought to myself, but didn’t dare say anything.

A white cropped tank was next. I put it on and could feel my nipples poking the fabric out. The top ended just above my belly button.

Again, she stepped back to take a look. She made a face that said she didn’t like what she saw.

“Go get some scissors,” she ordered.

I cringed as I went to do as I was told.

When I got back, she took the scissors and cut a V into the neckline. Then she cut about two inches off the bottom of the already cropped top. She looked, then cut the neck lower. She looked again and cut a little more off the bottom. She gave me some white ankle socks and my cheerleader sneakers to complete my outfit.

“That’s good for now,” she said. “Go look in the mirror.”

I had a full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. My jaw dropped when I looked. The V-neck of the top was cut so much that I could see some of the dark skin around my nipples show. My nipples poking so far out didn’t help any. The bottom of the tank top was about three inches over my belly button. The worse part was that it was obvious that someone took a scissor to it. The one saving grace about the top is that you couldn’t tell that I had no titties at all. It wasn’t tight enough for that. My nipples poking out kept the fabric from revealing my secret.

The shorts were a different story. I could see my cunny – clearly. The fabric was pulled up tight and my wetness made it nearly transparent. My meaty pussy was right there staring me in the face. My thick clitty was pushed to the right side of the seam that was up my crack. The waist barely covered the top of my mound the way Debbie folded it down.

I turned to look at the back and saw my practically naked butt in the mirror. The shorts were all the way up my crack, exposing half of my butt.

“I… I’m… I’m naked…” I stuttered softly. “Naked… I can’t… Debbie, please… Don’t make me…”

“Get these fucking bags downstairs,” she ordered, ignoring my plea. “I’ll go see how their doing in the basement.”

She walked out of my room and down to the basement. I piled the bags near the front door. The others came out of the basement as I put the last bag down.

“Oooooo… Look how cute she looks… ahhhh… my goodness…” The girls cooed as the looked me over. They pulled at the fabric and slapped my butt cheeks. All I could do is stand there and take it. They all looked so nice in their jeans and fashionable T-shirts. Even Debbie looked classy with her huge titties swinging around. I didn’t know any words to describe what I looked like other than trash. I looked like trash.

“Get all this shit in the trunk,” Debbie ordered.

We all grabbed something and had my clothes and the girls’ things in Debbie’s trunk in one trip. Debbie got in the driver’s seat. She told Tonya to take shotgun and had me sit in the back between Addie and Laia.

Before Debbie had pulled the car away from the curb, the girls had my top pulled up and were squeezing my nipples.

“Behave yourselves back there,” Debbie said looking in the rear-view mirror. “Ms. Connor doesn’t want her cumming.”

I squeezed my thighs together hearing that.

“You think she looks sleazy now, imagine what she’d look like if she came in those shorts,” she added. “You saw how much she squirted last night.”

Being treated this way had me in a daze. I lost any concern with what was going on around me. Thinking about being out in public like this, combined with my thigh squeezing and what the girls were doing to my nipples had me on the edge in no time. I thought about squirting thick juice into my shorts and walking around with it running down my legs. I needed it now. Wanted it. Thinking about all my humiliating secrets being exposed to the world had me a horny mess. Hornier that I’d ever been.

All I could do was breath heavy. I pushed my chest out to force my nipples out further for the girls and crossed my legs to get more friction on my clitty.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Laia said. She released my nipple and pulled my left knee over her right leg. Addie did the same with my right knee, so my legs were spread, and I was unable to stimulate my clitty.

The went back to squeezing my nipples. Every so often one of them would reach between my legs and rub my pussy through my shorts, making me moan loudly. I was so soaking wet down there. They had me in such a state, that I didn’t notice where we were going or who may be looking into the car. I didn’t care.

I was so distracted that I was startled when the car stopped. Addie and Laia said goodbye and jumped out. I was left alone in the back seat, dumbfounded. “Huh… What?” was all I could say.

The grabbed their stuff out of the trunk as Tonya got out and into the back seat with me.

“Hey, Tissues,” She said sweetly.

Debbie pulled the car away from the curb and we were on our way again.

Tonya was on my right and had me sit with my back to the left side door, my legs on her lap. She pulled me close so that my butt was right next to her. My top was still up over my nipples. She put my right leg over her head, behind her neck and my left between the two front seats, spreading me wide. She started rubbing my left thigh coming closer and closer to my cunny. I know she could feel the wetness on my thighs. I was back in that dazed state in no time.

“Aaahhhhh...” I moaned as her hand made contact with my cunny.

She struggled to work her finger under the leg band of the shorts – they were so tight and wet. Her finger rubbed my wet cunny.

“Remember what Debbie said, now,” Tonya said softly. “No cumming for you.”

I had my eyes closed, clueless to what was going on in the world around me. I was thinking about being naked in school. Completely naked and exposed walking down the halls. Everyone was staring. They could see I had no titties. They could see my long hard nipples. They could see my bald cunny and huge swollen clitty. I was so humiliated, but so wet. So horny.

Tonya’s finger worked her way into my cunny and she worked it in and out slowly. “Tell me to stop if you’re gonna cum,” I heard her voice say from somewhere far away.

But I was dazed; lost in my fantasy. My hips matched the rhythm of her pumping and I squeezed my own nipples. In my fantasy I stopped in the middle of the cafeteria, naked in front of everyone. I spread my legs and squeezed my clitty. I felt the feeling build and was getting ready to have a squirt cum, both in the car and in my fantasy.

“I… I… I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in front of the whole school!” I shouted.

Tonya pumped once more and quickly pulled her finger away. “Cum in front of the school,” she said laughing.

I heard Debbie’s laugh from the front seat too.

“AAAHHHHH… Noooooo!!” I screamed and humped the air feeling for her finger. My eyes snapped open, and my fantasy ended. I was denied.

The car stopped and I noticed we were in the back of some store. Tonya opened the door and said, “Later, gator,” and got out.

Debbie looked over the back seat at me, shook her head as she waited for Tonya to get her stuff out of the trunk.

As she drove out of the parking lot, I saw that we dropped Tonya off at an adult store. Is that where she works? Is that where they get all their handcuffs and paddles? Would I be allowed to go in there? Maybe I could get some of those beads in there. And a paddle.

I got myself righted in the back seat and put my seatbelt on. My shorts were soaked, and I was surely leaking onto the seat. There wasn’t much between my cunny and the seat to absorb what was leaking out. It felt weird to be in the back seat with Debbie driving and no one in the other front seat. I felt naked and slouched down as if people were staring. No one really noticed me though.

“I have to stop at my house before we go to the mall,” she said and turned the music up. I was left alone in the back with my thoughts.

Chapter 2

Debbie kept the music turned up loud, so there was no conversation.

Thank God I was alone in the back seat. It gave me a chance to calm down a little. I wasn’t on the edge of cumming – without permission. Don’t get me wrong, the thoughts running through my mind kept me as horny as ever. Thoughts about the things that were done to me and Mom. Thoughts about the things that happened between me and Mom. Thoughts about me going to school tomorrow. Thoughts about what will happen at the mall.

I was confused. It all happened so fast. In the short drive there were two very different thoughts about where I fit. Most of the time since my titless chest was exposed, I had been the one being humiliated. I was the one being tickled and punished by Ms. Connor and my teammates. I had to watch Mom getting it too. It made me really horny.

On the other hand, I thought about the little bit of time when I was in charge of Mom’s punishment. It made me horny, too. I thought about more ways to punish and humiliate her. I thought about me being the one to spank her. To tickle her. To make her cum. I squeezed my thighs together but didn’t dare put my hands on it. I didn’t want Debbie to catch me masturbating.

We got to Debbie’s before I got to resolve my confusion. She pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. Turning to face me, she said, “My Mom’s home. Dad’s away with my little slut sister. Just do what you’re told. Let’s go.”

I had met Mrs. Russo at the games. She’s a pretty lady, with short black hair. Her tits are tiny compared to her daughter’s. They’re average compared to everyone else’s. They’re huge compared to mine. Everyone’s tits are huge compared to mine. She’s very quiet and dresses conservatively, which is also opposite to Debbie.

Debbie jumped out, but I hesitated. I looked like trash. I was practically naked. Mrs. Russo is going to be the first person to see me this way who wasn’t at my sleepover. Did she know? Did Debbie call her to anything about me? About last night?

“Come on,” Debbie said as she pulled open my door and grabbing my wrist. “Don’t worry about it.”

I let her pull me out of the car. I panicked and looked to see if anyone was around. An older man was next door hosing down his driveway. He was looking right at me but didn’t react. He waived, and Debbie returned his wave.

My hands instinctively went to cover my nipples and cunny, but Debbie slapped them away. She wasn’t worried about what the man saw, I guess. Maybe he knows something? Or was I just being paranoid?

Debbie had me grab her stuff from the trunk. I’m sure the neighbor got a nice show as I bent in the trunk to get Debbie’s bags. Holding them kept me exposed to the neighbor all the way up to the front door.

Debbie opened the door, stepped into the living room and immediately shouted, “Get the fuck in here!”

I wondered who she was talking to like that. I found out quickly as Mrs. Russo came into the room. I was shocked to see that she was naked! Well almost naked. She had metal panties on. I’d never seen anything like that before. I only got a quick look and she immediately turned and ran out of sight.

I heard her saying, “You didn’t tell me you were bringing home a friend.”

“Get back here!” Debbie ordered.

Mrs. Russo came back into the room, covering her naked tits and metal panties with her hands. She finally noticed how I was dressed, exchanged a look with Debbie and dropped her hands to her sides. Her titties were a B-cup and very saggy. She had small dark nipples.

“Take care of this shit!” Debbie loved barking out the orders.

“Yes, Ms. Debbie,” she replied meekly. Then she noticed Debbie’s tits. “Ms. Debbie, where’s your bra?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Debbie said quickly and blushed a little.

Coming over to take the bags out of my hands Mrs. Russo said, “Hi Anna,” and smiled at me awkwardly.

“Oh,” Debbie said, “Her name is Tissues now. Randy meet Tissues. Tissues – Randy.”

“Randy?” I questioned.

Debbie said, “Randy, tell Tissues why your name is Randy.”

“I ... It’s ... Uhhh...” She stammered uncomfortably.

Debbie interrupted, “It’s because she’s horny all the time and Randy is a funny word for horny. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Ms. Debbie,” she said with her head hung low. “I’m always horny. Randy is a perfect name for me.”

“That’s why I had to lock her in that chastity belt,” Debbie explained. “Otherwise she’d be masturbating all fucking day.”

Randy was licking her lips and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. I recognized that dance. She was trying to rub her cunny with her thighs. But the belt didn’t let her. I was doing the same dance thinking about the torment she was feeling. Was she jealous that I could rub my clit with my thighs?

Randy turned to leave with the bags in her hands when Debbie said, “Wait. Tissues, tell Randy why your name is Tissues.”

I felt my nipples swell and my cheeks blush. “Because ... because I don’t have titties yet and I stuff my bra with tissues ... To make it look like do. Well, I used to stuff it, anyway. I’m ... I’m not allowed to now.”

“Show her,” Debbie ordered.

Ms. Connor and my teammates told me that my humiliating secrets would be exposed. I guess it was starting now. I knew that I needed to show the world. Thinking about it, ever since it was first said last night, made my cunny drip. Now was no exception. I’m sure my butt shorts were completely transparent with my juices.

I reached up and slowly pulled my mangled tank top up to my shoulders, exposing my completely flat chest to Randy.

“Just take it off,” Debbie said, and I slowly pulled it over my head and off.

Randy put the bags down, walked over and leaned to look closely at my humiliating chest. She reached out with her finger and poked the flesh below my left nipple, feeling for any sign of tittie meat. I thought Debbie would tell her to stop, but she allowed it.

“Oh my God!” Randy said, “She really has nothing!”

I gasped as a lightning bolt shot to my clit.

“But her nipples are huge!” Randy added.

I thought she was going to touch my nipples, but Debbie finally stepped in. “That’s enough. Take care of those bags.”

Randy snapped back to attention, grabbed the bags and left the room. Her saggy tits swung wildly from side to side as she moved.

“Don’t you just want to punish those saggy titties?” Debbie said when her Mom left the room.

“I ... Yes! Please ... Can I really?” I replied. I shocked myself with my answer.

“OK. But we don’t have much time. Get naked first.”

I kicked my sneakers off and pulled the tiny shorts off. They were so wet, they stuck to my cunny and I had to peel them away. I started to pull my socks off, but Debbie made me keep them on. “They’re cute,” She said. Looking down, I agreed. The lace trimmed ankle socks were cute. They were little girlish, which matched my little girlish body.

Randy came back into the room, “God she’s a boy!” she said with one hand on her mouth and the other pointing down at my cunny.

“God, Randy!” Debbie said laughing, “That’s her fucking clit. Go ahead and take a good look.”

She came over and knelt in front of me, looking closely. My clitty was throbbing for her. I spread my legs so she could get a good look.

“Looks like she’s ‘Randy’ too!” she said when she noticed how wet I was. She poked my clitty with her finger. Then squeezed it between her thumb and finger. Noticing my thick cunny lips, she fingered them too. My knees were getting weak.

Debbie stopped the fun and had her Mom go get a flogger. She returned and offered it to her daughter.

“Give it to Tissues,” she ordered.

Randy looked at Debbie for a moment. It looked like she might try to argue, but then thought better of it. She handed me the flogger.

“Tissues wants to punish those pathetic, saggy fucking tits of yours,” Debbie said.

“Yes, Ms. Debbie,” Randy replied.

Debbie told Randy to stand with her hands on her head. Then she took a key chain out of her bag. She used the key to unlock Randy’s chastity belt. The smell of her arousal filled the room instantly.

“OH! ... Ahhhh...” Randy uttered as the belt was taken away. All I could think of was that her cunny looked angry. Her lips weren’t anywhere near as big and thick as mine, but they were dark and swollen. Her clitty poked out of its hood.

“Wow! Good thing I unlock you once a day to clean that smelly cunt of yours. When was the last time you were allowed to cum?” Debbie asked.

“It was more than two months ago! Please ... can I now? Please!” She begged.

Debbie ignored her request, “Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs,” she ordered, “I don’t want you rubbing that clit to sneak a quick cum on your thighs.”

Randy obeyed, “Yes, Ms. Debbie.”

“Go ahead,” Debbie said to me. “We don’t have all day.”

I never spanked anyone before and never had a flogger in my hands. I awkwardly swung it softly down on Randy’s right tit. Then the left. Then again, a little harder. It seemed Randy didn’t even notice since she made no reaction.

I wasn’t doing it hard enough. I swung harder this time. I tried to think how Ms. Connor and the others punished me and Mom yesterday. I swung more diagonally at her tits, down toward her belly. Her tits swung from side to side as I smacked harder and harder.

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

Finally, I got some reaction from Randy. She was wincing with each smack now. Her saggy tits were getting red and her small nipples were getting stiff.

Not satisfied with how I was doing it, Ms. Debbie grabbed the flogger from me and laid into her mother’s titties. Randy reacted much differently to how her titties were being smacked now.

“Ouch! ... Oh! ... Ouch!...” Randy shouted, but didn’t move an inch. She stood and took her punishment.

Ms. Debbie handed me the flogger back. I took the hardest swing I could at Randy’s right tittie. It was a sideways swat and her tit swung back and forth from the force.

“Ahhhhhh...” she screamed. I hurt her bad and my body reacted. This was getting me hot.

I went into a rage as I smacked her titties hard from side to side until Debbie made me stop. When she did, I looked up. Tears were coming down Randy’s eyes. There were bright red stripes on her titties from my flogging. I hurt her and knowing that had my cunny throbbing.

Debbie let things calm down for a minute or two, then said, “She needs ten on her horny cunt now. Do you want to do it, or should I?”

My clitty was on fire and it was getting hotter and hotter. “P ... Please ... Yes! Can I really? P ... P ... Punish her cunny?”

“Yes. Randy you know what to do,” Debbie said. “Make sure you count them off.”

“Yes, Ms. Debbie,” Randy replied, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Randy went over to the sofa, sat on the arm and laid back. She was lying down with the small of her back against the arm of the sofa, which made her legs stick straight up. She spread her legs wide and pulled her knees toward her chest and used her hands to hold them in place.

Her cunny was spread wide open. It was soaked with thick white juices. The smell of her arousal got stronger. Her clit poked out of its hood. “How does she just take it like this,” I thought to myself. I was tied up for my punishments. No way could I just take it without being tied.

“You’re only getting ten, so make them count. Smack her horny cunt hard. Don’t go easy on her,” Debbie instructed while holding my shoulders and moving me in place. She grabbed the ends of the flogger and put them onto Randy’s cunny, helping me to measure where I should stand to smack her best. Randy moaned at the contact.

She said to Randy, “You’re NOT allowed to cum. You better tell Tissues to stop if you’re close.”

“Yes, Ms. Debbie,” Randy replied. “I’ll be good.”

“She can cum?” I asked. “From having her cunny spanked? Really?”

“After a couple of months being teased and not cumming? Wind blowing on her cunt might make her cum,” Debbie said.

I felt possessed. The power I had over Randy overwhelmed me. I wanted to smack her really, really hard - to hurt her. My clitty was quivering. I got in position, took a deep breath and exhaled.

I reared up on my toes and swung the flogger down on her cunny as hard as I could.

SMACK!!

The sound was like doing drugs for me.

“Ahhhh ... Ouch! ... One!” Randy screamed.

I waited a few seconds to let the effects of the blow sink in. I was in heaven.

SMACK!!

“Ooowwww ... hooo ... hooo ... Two!”

Again, I paused. I wanted to milk this. I didn’t want it to end. Then another thought popped into my head. An evil one.

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

I started laying into Randy’s cunny. She struggled to keep count as she screamed.

“Ahhhhh ... Three! Ouch ouch ouch ... Four! Oooooooo Owwww ... Five! MMMmmmmm ... Six! I’m gonna cum! Please!”

I didn’t stop. I just smacked faster and faster. Randy stopped counting. She just bit her lip and moaned.

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

“I’M CUMMING! CUMMING LIKE A SLUT!” she screamed. “Ahhhhhhh...”

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

I was way passed ten smacks, but I didn’t stop until Debbie finally came over and grabbed my hand.

“STOP! ... Stop! ... stop...” Debbie started out shouting, but her voice calmed down as I calmed down.

Randy never moved. She was panting, “I’m sorry ... I’m sorry ... I tried ... I told her to stop ... Please...” over and over.

I came to my senses and shuddered when I started to realize what I did. I made Randy cum when she wasn’t supposed to, even though she told me to stop. I smacked her cunny way more than the ten swats Debbie told me to give her. And I got horny doing it. I knew I would be punished for it, but I didn’t care.

“Please, Debbie ... I need to cum ... I’m so horny...” I begged.

“Both of you need to calm down. You!” she said, slapping Randy’s ass, “weren’t supposed to cum! And you!” slapping my ass, “were only supposed to smack her ten times. What the fuck was that?”

She looked back and forth from me to Randy. Neither one of us answered. Randy stayed in her obscene position.

“Randy! Get your ass in the shower. I’ll be right in there to make sure you don’t fuck up again and cum without permission.”

“Yes, Ms. Debbie,” Randy said and quickly got off the sofa and ran out of the room.

“You! Give me your fucking clothes,” Debbie ordered.

I picked up my cut top and butt shorts and handed them over. She led me to the kitchen and got a pair of scissors our of a drawer. I cringed. How much smaller could the top be?

She cut more fabric off the bottom of the tank and told me to put it on. I did as I was told. She looked it over for a while and then cut the top down the middle from the neck to the bottom, so it was cut in two halves in front. She tied the two halves together which made it ride up. She pulled a little here and cut a little there. When she was done, my top was reduced to micro bikini top. My nipples were covered, but not much else. I knew that everyone would see that I had no titties. My nipples tented the tiny cups out.

“Much better,” she said and tossed me the shorts. “Put these on.”

I did what she ordered. She looked me over for a bit and then attacked the shorts with the scissors.

“No! Debbie, please no!” I begged but she ignored me.

She cut the front of the shorts down the center from the waist toward my cunny, stopping just above my slit. The fabric folded down leaving a V-shaped opening. The top of my bald cunny mound was naked. She folded the waist band over a couple of times, so the shorts hugged my hips. I was sure the top of my butt crack was showing. She then cut the leg bands of the shorts up a couple of inches on each side, exposing more of my hips and butt.

“Debbie, please. I can’t go out like this,” I pleaded. “My smallest bikini covers more than this outfit. I’m ... I’m practically naked!”

“Too bad. You should have thought about the consequences of making Randy cum.” She peered out of the kitchen window, then said, “Go introduce yourself to my neighbor while I take care of the cum slut in the bathroom. I have to make sure she behaves and get her chastity belt back on.”

I just stood there open-mouthed. Did she really want me to go talk to the old man next door dressed like this?

“Go! Before I get a chastity belt for you!” She ordered.

I turned slowly and walked back to the living room to put my sneakers back on. There wasn’t a mirror around, but I’m wasn’t sure I wanted to see myself anyway. I was wearing two tiny rags.

Then I thought about the chastity belt for a moment. What would that be like? Maybe I needed it to keep me from playing with myself without permission. What if she made me walk around the mall wearing it in front of everyone? Or wear it to school? I didn’t think I could get any hornier, but it was happening anyway.

Then a thought popped into my mind. Maybe that’s why Randy always dressed so conservatively. She always wore dresses that were loose fitting. Was she trying to hide her chastity belt from the world?

I didn’t want to risk getting Debbie any madder at me. If she cut away any more fabric, I’d really be in trouble. I was already afraid that I’d get arrested being in public dressed like this.

I stepped outside and looked over to the neighbor’s house. The old man was watering the flowers and bushes in front of his house. I took a deep breath and headed over to him. He didn’t notice me come up to him, since his back was turned.

“Hi!” I said in a cheery voice, trying to act natural. “My name’s ... Ahhhh!”

The man got startled and turned quickly. The hose squirted me and my tiny top and shorts got soaked.”

“Oh!” The man said, “Ohhhhhhh...” he added when he got an eyeful of me.

I looked down and saw that my clothes were completely invisible. I was naked. I felt more blood rush to my nipples and clitty. I thought they might explode; they were so swollen.

I resisted the urge to cover up, not wanting Debbie to see me disobeying. Shaking the water off my fingers, I recovered from the shock of the cold water.

“My name’s Anna,” I started, “but you can call me Tissues. I’m ... I’m waiting for Debbie and thought I’d introduce myself.”

“Goodness, me!” The man said, “I’m Tom Neeson. Sorry for getting you wet. You startled me. Let me go in and grab you a towel.”

“Thanks, Mr. Neeson but that’s OK. Debbie will be out in a minute.” I replied, but he turned and headed into his house, anyway.

“Nonsense,” he said as he walked up his stoop. He moved pretty quickly for an older man, I thought.

I stood there, all but naked, on his lawn until he returned with what looked like a dish towel. I thought he would hand it to me, but he started drying me with it himself. I was shocked for a couple of seconds as his hands wondered all over me.

“Mr. Neeson, please ... I don’t think you should ... Ooooo!” His hands ran over my nipples. When he moved the towel away, I looked down and noticed that the top sagged down exposing my nipples completely.

I had to cover up now. Surely, Debbie didn’t want me outside with my titties out!

My hands shot up to cover my nipples and Mr. Neeson’s hands shot down and over my butt. He wiggled my butt cheeks good with both hands through the material of the towel.

“Mmmmmfffff ... Unghhh...” I bit my lip and moaned as his hands came around and dried off my mound.

I stumbled a bit, causing my legs to open. My groper took full advantage and his hand slid over my clitty and cunny lips.

“Ahhhh...” I couldn’t argue anymore. All I could do was stand there and let this man violate me. I’d never, ever even let a boy touch me like this.

He squatted down and kept up the rubbing of my most sensitive spot. “It’s really wet down here,” he said. “I think there’s more going on down here than hose water.”

I was getting close to the edge again for the umpteenth time today. “This old man’s gonna make me cum!” I thought to myself.

At that his hands abruptly moved down to dry my thighs and I was denied release again.

“You got a lot of meat on that pussy of yours, little girl,” he said.

“Umm ... thank you,” I said. Mom always made me say thank you when someone complimented me. I guess what he said about my cunny was a compliment.

“Hi Mr. Neeson!” I heard Debbie’s voice behind me. “I see you met Tissues.”

“Yes. Thank you for sending her over. You know how much I love meeting your little friends. And don’t you look lovely today,” he said, noticing her huge braless titties.

They chatted for a minute. Debbie had me explain why she called me tissues. She made me move my hands away so Mr. Neeson could see for sure how flat I was. They talked about my body as if I wasn’t standing right there. He said that I had the body of a ten-year-old girl, except my nipples and pussy. Then she told him about how my cunny squirts when I cum. It was so humiliating. I hoped that she didn’t make me do anything naughty with this creepy man.

“I guess I better fix that top,” Debbie said.

“I think it’s perfect the way it is,” Mr. Neeson said, and they shared a laugh. I didn’t think it was funny.

Debbie untied the knot holding the top together and just retied it so that my nipples were covered again.

“OK, Mr. Neeson,” Debbie said, “we have to go now.”

“Goodbye, Debbie. Very nice meeting you Tissues,” he replied.

Debbie had me get in the front seat and we drove off. She kept the music low so we could talk.

I had tons of questions about what went on at her house, but I didn’t have to ask. Debbie just started explaining things.

She told me that her Dad was a total wimp. Her Mom used to run the house, but when Debbie was my age, she started to get more assertive with her. When Ms. Connor became our cheerleading coach, she helped Debbie get her Mom totally under her control. They put a hidden cam in her bedroom and found that she masturbated multiple times a day, usually with big dildos and vibrators. They recorded her and then threatened to post the video on social media. Once they got her in the chastity belt, she would do anything to get her release. Debbie confirmed that her Mom wears the chastity belt to our games and that she wears the conservative clothes to hide it.

She said that her Dad puts up with his wife being in a chastity belt because she makes her Mom give her Dad all the blow jobs he wants. So, Debbie is in charge of the house and she got there by denying her Mom sex and orgasms. Ms. Connor basically decides when her Mom is allowed to cum and Debbie decides how to make it happen. She usually let’s her Mom use one of her vibrators and locks her up again right after.

She didn’t say anything about her “little slut sister” in the car. I’ve seen her in school, but I never talked to her. She’s a year ahead of me and doesn’t come to any of the games. She does dress kind of slutty. Her skirts are on the short side and she wears tight stretch pants with no long blouse to cover her butt and camel toe. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “I say Debbie’s sister dresses slutty but look at how I’m dressed.”

I asked if I was going to be punished any more for spanking her Mom too much and making her cum. She said no, and then told me that she let it happen. She’s always looking for more reasons to punish her Mom and now she had a good one. She also said that she enjoyed seeing me get so wild. I remembered the feeling of power I had while I was punishing her Mom and my clit quivered.

Then she told me about her creepy neighbor, Mr. Neeson. He would always be checking out Debbie and her Mom and sister and make suggestive comments and all. He’d peek over the hedges between their yards to watch them sunbathing or playing in their swimsuits. She said that he overheard her punishing her Mom one day. He knocked on the door and threatened to call the cops. Debbie used his creepiness against him and said she would let him see her Mom naked and bring all her cheerleading teammates around in skimpy outfits. So, as long as he gets his fix, he keeps quiet. Every once in a while, he asks to punish her Mom or have sex with her. She hasn’t allowed him, but he accepts that so far.

I asked if he’s seen any of our teammates as naked as I am or been allowed to touch them. She said he’s seen them in bikinis, but none as revealing as what I’m wearing. He never touched any of them either. I blushed knowing that I was the lowest, most humiliated one. He saw my naked nipples and touched me all over. I felt naughty that I almost let that creep make me cum. Right out in front of his house.

She said she wasn’t surprised that he did what he did. He’s always trying to take advantage. She just said that I was lucky I didn’t cum. If I had, I would be getting more punishment.

“I certainly can’t make you more naked,” she said and laughed. “Well, maybe I can cut the shorts down more.”

“No!” I said and laughed with her.

We pulled into the mall parking lot and Debbie found the clothing donation bins. She pulled up and told me to put the bags of my clothes in the bin. I looked around and didn’t see anyone, except a group of boys skateboarding a little way away. I quickly got out of the car and put the bags in the bin one at a time. My nipples kept popping out of my top and I had to keep fixing it.

To my horror, the boys skateboarded over. They just kept circling the bin and staring over at me. I know they kept seeing my nipples poking out and got a good look at my butt when I bent over in the trunk or reached up to put the bags in the bin. I was humiliated, in one way. But I felt really sexy in another. Boys in school never really paid much attention to me. These boys sure did!

Debbie found a spot in the parking lot, pulled in and turned the car off. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was really nervous about walking the mall dressed this way. I was going to be humiliated. Everyone is going to see that I have no titties. My clothes were still wet from Mr. Neeson’s hose and my nipples and big horny clit would show through. But deep down I wanted them exposed. I wanted everyone to see. Need them to see.

She looked at me and said, “Ready?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Let’s go.”

We got out of the car and headed toward the mall.

Chapter 3

As Debbie and I walked into the mall, I tried to convince myself that I looked perfectly normal. Just a teen cheerleader walking the mall in a bikini top and tight shorts. Maybe a little inappropriate, but not obscene. I tried but failed.

Everyone was staring. People were pointing. I even heard one man say to his wife to, “Look at the naked little girl over there!”

Little girl! He called me a little girl! Not a young lady. Not a teenager. A little girl. It was my biggest fear that my little girl body would be revealed to the world. Why couldn’t I just have a little tittie flesh? I almost wanted to show everyone my cunny with it thick lips and giant clitty. Just to prove I wasn’t a little girl.

But the humiliation of it all stirred up other feelings. Feelings of extreme horniness. I’d never been so horny. Having my first orgasms last night made it worse. I now knew what was over that edge that I’d brought myself to while masturbating but didn’t dare go over. Now that I’d been over that edge, I needed it more.

There was also confusion. Dominating Randy had made me horny. Then minutes later, being humiliated by Mr. Neeson made me horny. Feeling power over the boys in the parking lot with my sexy display made me horny. Now being stared at by strangers and called a little girl made me horny.

My top had dried off a little after being soaked by Mr. Neeson’s hose. It wasn’t totally see-through. But my shorts were drenched. Not from the hose, but from my horny cunny. I felt the wetness half-way down my thighs.

I bet Debbie was happy to have me next to her. The naked little girl took all the attention away from her huge braless titties.

“Should I hold your hand, little girl?” she leaned over to tell me as we walked. Obviously, she heard what the man said too.

I didn’t answer.

The mall has two levels. The stores are arranged in a big rectangle, with an indoor court in the center. The center of the second level is open so you can see down into the court.

Debbie walked me all around the first level and back to where we started. We didn’t go into any stores. I knew she was just showing me off.

Not satisfied showing me off on the first level, she paraded me around the second level too. She made me walk next to the railing, so that people on the first level could look up at me.

I walked, putting one foot in front of the other, like we did in cheerleader practice. It made your butt wiggle. But that’s not why I walked that way today. I was trying to rub my clitty with my thighs. It worked a little, but not enough to make me cum. Then, and idea came to me.

“Debbie, I need to pee,” I said. I was going to do it. Go into the bathroom stall and make myself cum.

“OK,” she said, and we walked toward the restrooms near the food court.

I though she’d let me go in and pee, but she went into the restroom with me. I went into a stall and tried to close the door behind me, but Debbie held it open.

“No, no, no. I know what you’re up to,” she said, “naughty little girl.”

I blushed. I really did need to pee, so I peeled down my shorts and did my business. Ladies and girls were going in and out of the restroom. I guess they didn’t think it too unusual to see an older girl watch a little girl pee. No one said anything.

When I was done, I left the stall and went to wash my hands. I saw myself in the mirror for the first time since I left home. God! I did look like a naked little girl. Except for the long, thick nipples staring me in the face, of course.

Debbie waited until I was done then said, “Wait right here. Don’t move.” She pulled me to the center of the large, public restroom. Then she went into a stall to pee herself.

A middle-aged lady left one of the stalls. She was really classy looking. Way over dressed for the mall with her tight red dress and heels. Her brunette hair had a nice red tint. She saw me and said, “Are you OK? Where’s your Mommy?”

“I’m ... I’m OK,” I replied. “I’m with my girlfriend. She’s in the stall.” She thinks I’m a little girl too!

“Where are your clothes?” She asked.

I didn’t know what to say. “I ... I’m ... Well ... This is how I’m dressed.”

“Oh my!” she said, looking me over. She then went to wash her hands.

I don’t know what came over me, but I didn’t want that woman to think I was a little girl. I grabbed her elbow and turned her around to face me.

“I’m not a little girl. See!” I pulled my top up, exposing my nipples to the lady. I pushed my chest out to prove it.

“And look at this,” I yanked my shorts down to my ankles and spread my knees. I thrust my hips out to show this lady my huge clitty. “Does this look like a little girl’s cunt?”

I shocked myself. I’d never used the word ‘cunt’ before.

“Oh!” the startled lady said, “I’m sorry. Of course not.”

“Maybe I should strip you and see what your titties and cunt look like!”

Debbie left the stall. She saw me with my top up and shorts down, gave me an odd look and just went to wash up.

“Don’t mind her,” she said to the lady. “She’s real sensitive about having no tits. Would you believe she’s fifteen years old?”

I started putting my clothes back into place.

“What-ever,” the lady replied and left the restroom.

Debbie adjusted my top and shorts to make sure I was exposed as much possible without being completely naked. I looked down and the very top of my cunny slit showed in the open V of the front of my shorts.

“I bet you really would like to strip that lady, wouldn’t you?” Debbie said to me.

“She deserves it,” I said. “She should mind her own business.”

“Maybe you could have. Ms. Connor has been teaching me how to spot woman that are either top or bottom. She looks like a sub.”

“How do you know?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Not wanting to piss Debbie off, I let it go. I wondered what she and Ms. Connor thought about me. About my Mom. Did they know about us? I don’t even know what I am. Mom is definitely submissive, but I didn’t see anything in common between her and this woman.

She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to adjust her t-shirt. No matter what she did, her huge braless titties and nipples were the main attraction. While she was adjusting herself, Debbie explained that ‘top’ meant dominant and ‘bottom’ meant submissive. I was clueless about such things.

She gave up with a deep sigh and stormed out of the restroom.

I struggled to keep up with Debbie as she strode quickly toward her destination. I could see her titties swinging from side to side from behind as she marched. My tittie-less chest didn’t move an inch.

I didn’t know where we were going, but we were getting there fast. My heart sank when she strode into the children’s store.

“Debbie, please. Not here,” I tried to argue.

“Shut the fuck up,” was her response.

She strode up to the saleslady, a thin middle-aged lady, and ordered, “Get Kaylie.”

“Oh! ... Hi, Ms. Debbie,” the saleslady replied, her eyes dropping straight to Debbie’s huge titties.

Debbie towered over the woman who was just a bit taller than me. Her sandy blonde hair was cut in a bob style.

I noticed that the woman called Debbie ‘Ms.’ and briefly wondered why I wasn’t being made to use that term.

“GET ... KAYLIE!” Debbie ordered again impatiently.

“Yes, Ms. Debbie. So sorry,” the woman responded and turned to find Kaylie.

I wondered if the Kaylie they were talking about was our teammate Kaylie.

Debbie folded her arms under her titties and tapped her foot as we waited.

Sure enough, my fellow cheerleader Kaylie skipped out of the back room. Kaylie was a year ahead of me at school. Her wavy black hair bounced as she skipped, and her C-cup titties bounced nicely, too.

“Hey Debbie! Hey Anna!” she said cheerily.

Debbie looked sternly at me. I didn’t know what she wanted for a moment, but then realized.

“Hi Kaylie,” I replied. “My name is Tissues now. Because I used to stuff my bra with tissues. But not anymore.”

“Well, you certainly can’t stuff THAT top with anything,” she said staring at my flat chest.

“Is everything ready?” Debbie asked impatiently, “Ms. Connor said she texted you?”

“Hehehe,” Kaylie chuckled. “Yea, yea, yea. Everything’s ready. I made Door-is do it.” She said ‘Doris’ with a nerdy accent.

“Good. Let’s get going.”

We headed toward the rear of the store. There were a few customers around. Women shopping alone or with a child or two in tow.

Doris met us near the fitting rooms. “The rooms are too small for us all to fit,” she said as she pointed at the row of stalls that served as the fitting rooms.

“We’ll just do it here,” Debbie said, “Help her out of those things.”

“It’s OK,” Doris replied, “Moms dress their little girls out here all the time.”

“I’m NOT a little girl!” I said.

Unphased by my outburst, Doris came over and reached for my top. I looked around nervously, but no one was close by. The racks of clothes outside the fitting rooms provided some cover.

Doris grabbed the top with two hands at the bottoms of the cups. As she tugged it up, her fingers brushed my sensitive nipples. I shivered noticeably.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing as she pulled the rag over my head. “They’re so thick and long it’s hard not to touch them.”

“Wait till you see her clit.” Debbie said.

“Oooooo ... really?” Kaylie cooed.

Doris squatted down, untied my sneakers and pulled them off my feet. Then she reached for my shorts licking her lips.

“Socks too,” Debbie said. “Naked. I want her completely naked.”

Doris abandoned my shorts. I lifted one foot, then the other as she removed my cute ankle socks.

“The other little girls keep their panties on. They’re not all the way naked,” Kaylie said.

“God!” I thought to myself, “When are they going to stop with the little girl stuff?”

Doris milked the removal of my shorts. She slid the fingers of both hands under the waist band in the front then slid them all the way around back, pulling down just an inch. Her eyes were just inches away from my naked cunny mound, thanks to the slit Debbie cut in them at her house. I know she could see the top of my slit and the outline of my clitty through the thin soaked material of the tiny butt shorts.

I moaned when my clitty finally popped out and Doris’ mouth shot open in wonder. She didn’t take her eyes off it as she slid the shorts the rest of the way down to my ankles. My legs spread, giving her a perfect view of my swollen cunny lips, as I stepped out of my last garment.

Doris didn’t move even after she had me stripped completely naked. She just squatted there and stared at my clitty, licking her lips. She looked up at Debbie after a few seconds.

“It’s spectacular!” she said. “Can I? Can I kiss it? It needs a kiss”

“Make it quick,” Debbie replied.

Doris leaned forward and gave the head of my clitty a little kiss with her closed lips. I was so horny that even that little touch sent a lightning bolt through me. I had to put my hands on Doris’ shoulders to keep from falling over.

And then it was over. Just as quickly as it started.

“Wow!” Kaylie said. “It’s huge!”

A woman came around from the racks with a handful of clothes, towing a little girl by the hand. She saw me and stopped dead in her tracks.

“Don’t you think twelve it a little too old for a girl to be naked in public?” she said and went into one of the fitting room stalls.

I blushed and felt blood rush to my nipples and clitty, making them throb. Debbie and Kaylie just laughed it off.

“Doris, take her measurements first. We need to get them to the tailor.”

Tailor? What was that for? I assumed I’d find out soon enough.

Doris took her time and made sure that she felt me up good as she took the measurements. They all had a good laugh when she called out my bra size.

“Triple A-Cup,” she said.

“Is that a real thing?” Kaylie laughed.

“It’s the smallest cup size I know,” Doris said. “It means no boobies yet. We always say ‘yet’ to the girls to encourage them.”

They all burst out laughing again and I just stood there humiliated and blushed.

Kaylie then started telling Doris what to do. One at a time she brought out each article of clothing that I was to try on. What wasn’t two sizes too small was entirely see through. The skirts barely covered my butt cheeks and cunny lips. The shorts didn’t cover much more than the ones Doris just peeled off me. Tight tube tops did nothing to hide my swollen nipples. Camisoles and training bras came out too. I’d be wearing those as tops, not underwear, I was told. Actually, they covered more than my cut up tank. But with the small sizes stretched tight on my chest, my nipple showed through.

Anything that wasn’t tight or see through enough was rejected.

What Debbie said to me last night was true. I was going to be totally exposed. I’d be naked with my clothes on. Everyone who saw me would clearly see my completely flat chest and huge clitty.

When I was done trying everything on, Debbie had Kaylie pick out something for me to wear to school tomorrow. I stood there naked as she sorted through the approved items. She selected something, and Debbie had her help me try it on, so she could see the outfit together.

I felt like she went easy on me. She picked out a red skirt. It was short and tight, but at least it wasn’t see-through. I should be able to keep my clit covered if I’m careful. I already assumed that I wasn’t going to be allowed any panties.

The top was a different story. She picked out the sheerest, tightest white camisole. My flat chest was plainly obvious, and my nipples were in clear view.

I looked in the mirror and said, “No way ... There’s no way they’ll let me stay in school dressed like this. They’ll send me home in two seconds.”

“Don’t worry,” Debbie said. “Ms. Connor will take care of that.

Looking down, I could see my juices running down my thighs. Maybe if Debbie would let me cum, I wouldn’t be so horny. I need to make sure I have tissues in my bag tomorrow to wipe up... “Oh my God!” I thought to myself, “Tissues!” I had plenty home that I wouldn’t be using for anything else.

Debbie told Doris to help me put my rags back on. I had hoped that she’d let me wear one of my outfits, but she didn’t want me to ruin them. I got naked again, but we were interrupted before she had the chance to dress me in my old clothes.

“You!” a lady’s voice rang out.

I turned around to see the classy lady from the restroom.

“Do you always show off your little girl body?” she asked.

My mind shot to what Debbie said in the restroom about her being submissive. Was she really? How did she know? I wanted to find out.

I looked at Debbie. She shrugged as if she didn’t care what I did.

“I’ll show you who’s a little girl,” I said and charged the woman.

She wasn’t expecting me to rush her like I did, and I was able to push her off balance, hitting her in the chest with both hands. She stumbled and eventually fell down on her hands and knees, trying to crawl away. I grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her back toward the fitting room doors where she’d be behind the racks and somewhat hidden.

“Let’s do her!” I heard Debbie shout.

In a second she and Kaylie had the woman up on her feet and held her by the elbows behind her back. Doris just stood and watched with her hands over her open mouth.

“Let me go! Let me go!” she shouted, but I noticed that she wasn’t struggling much.

I felt a familiar power rush starting to build. It was the same feeling I had when I punished Randy earlier at Debbie’s house.

Still naked, I walked around behind the woman and unzipped her dress.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, starting to panic.

I didn’t answer as I walked back around to face her. I grabbed the neck of her dress and started to pull it down over her shoulders. The top of her black underwear came into view. She had more than one layer on. I worked the dress first off one arm and then the other as my teammates held her for me.

“Don’t ... Please...” she begged, “Don’t take my dress off.”

Again, I didn’t answer as I worked the tight dress down to her waist. It was clear that the lingerie I revealed was a full black slip.

Working the dress over her hips, I could feel that she had a lot more going on under that slip than a simple bra, panties and black pantyhose. When I had the dress down to her knees, Debbie and Kaylie lifted the woman off the floor and I pulled her classy red dress off along with her expensive red heels.

Doris ran over and took the dress and shoes out of my hands.

“Please!” she begged, “you can’t strip me n ... n ... naked! Not right here in the store.” Her chest was heaving, and her large D-cup tits moved with her breathing.

“Let’s see what’s under this pretty black slip.” I said and grabbed the neck of the garment. I tugged it hard once. Twice. On the third tug the spaghetti straps gave way. I let go and the garment fell to her waist exposing the top of what was obviously a sexy, one-piece lingerie. It looked a little like Debbie’s bra. The fabric was thick and there was underwire all over the place.

“It’s a girdle!” Debbie said. “She’s wearing a fucking girdle!”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God...” the woman repeated. She spread her legs stopping the garment from falling any lower. She didn’t want this naked little girl to strip her naked. Or did she?

I didn’t let her stop me and with a little effort, managed to get the slip down and off.

She had on the most massive black satiny girdle that I’d ever seen. It was the type that was open at the bottom and had garter straps underneath, so they’d be hidden. So, this is how she managed to look so classy in her red dress.

I just stood there and laughed. The woman must have been humiliated. One minute, she was the classiest lady in the mall, looing down her nose at everyone. The next she was a girdled old lady being humiliated by a bunch of teenagers.

“Oh, we gotta get that off and see what her body looks like for real,” I said.

“P ... Please ... Not here,” she pleaded. “I ... I ... I’ll do anything.”

“Doris!” Debbie called. “Take some pics of ‘Girdle’ here.”

“Noooo...” the woman said.

Doris pulled out her phone and took some pics of the woman and even a short video.

Debbie then had Girdle give Doris her phone number. She called the number and we verified that the woman’s phone rang, and we had been given the right number.

“Tell you what,” I said feeling that rush of power growing. “You can keep your girdle on today if you do what I say.”

I knew we had her. No way did she want anyone seeing her in this bulky girdle. I knew that I’d get to have her naked and punish her sometime soon. As long as Debbie and Ms. Connor let me, that is.

“Anything ... Please.”

My teammates released her arms, knowing that she wouldn’t try to run away in her girdle.

“I want to see something first,” Debbie said. “Doris, video this.”

She had Girdle spread her legs. The woman almost fell as her stocking feet slipped on the smooth floor as Debbie spread her legs farther apart. Debbie then reached under the hem of the girdle.

“Oh! ... Mmmmm...” The woman said as Debbie’s fingers found their mark.

“Just as I thought,” Debbie announced. “No panties! And she’s wet as a hell.”

She pulled her hand out and had us all sniff Girdle’s juices to confirm her arousal.

“I told you she was a bottom, didn’t I?” she said to me.

We all had a good laugh.

“She’s all yours,” Debbie said.

“Get in the stall,” I said and opened one of the fitting room doors.

The doors were the kind that you can see the top of someone’s head over the top and the feet under the bottom. There were slats set at an angle so that if you looked from the bottom you could see up and into the stall.

She did what she was told, and I followed her in. I had her kneel in front of me and I pushed my clitty into her face.

“Little girl, huh. Is that a little girl’s clitty?” I said.

“No ... no it isn’t,” she said in a kindly voice. “I’m sorry I called you that.”

“Suck it!” I ordered feeling the flush of power. “Suck it till I cum!”

I felt her lips and tongue on my clit. I guessed that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it since she got me going quick. I felt that feeling that I felt twice last night starting to come upon me. I humped her face and she sucked my giant clitty.

“Uhhh ... Mmmmm ... Ahhh ... AAAAhhhhhh ... AAAAHHHHHH!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me.

I held my breath and ground into her face, holding the back of her head.

“I’m gonna squirt! I’m gonna squirt! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”

I felt myself ejaculate several massive squirts right into her face. I heard the muffled sound of her moaning between my legs.

When my orgasm slowed, I looked to see that she was fingering herself hard and fast under her girdle.

“Stop that!” I said, smacking her head. “I didn’t say you could.”

She pulled her soaking wet face out from between my legs.

“Please ... Call me ... I’ll do what you say ... I’ll get naked for you ... God! I need to be punished! It’s been so long ... Please!”

I just looked down at her, swooning with my power rush and glowing in the feeling of my massive cum. Looking to my right, I saw the silhouette of two heads peering up between the slats. Then looking up, I saw Debbie peering over the top of the stall door.

“Geez! Here, use this to clean up with.” Debbie said tossing Girdle’s red dress over the top of the stall.

I caught the dress and wiped my soaking wet cunny and legs with it. I handed it to Girdle and she used it to wipe her face and neck off. I saw that the front of her girdle was soaked with my cum, also.

I opened the door and stepped out. Girdles stayed in the stall and started to put the dress on.

“Wait!” I said. “I changed my mind. Strip!”

At first she just looked at me. The girl with the naked ten-year-old body told her to strip. She dropped her dress on the seat in the stall and started to strip.

She unhooked her stockings first and peeled them down her legs. Gone were the nylon-smooth, shapely legs. They were replaced by her veiny old-lady legs.

It took her a while to unhook and peel the girdle down her body. When her large titties were released, they fell down nearly to her waist. Her nipples were dark brown and swollen. Next her belly came to view. It wasn’t too big, but she was definitely more flabby than she looked with the girdle on. We could all now see why she wore it.

Finally, she worked the girdle over her hips and butt cheeks.

“OK. Enough of this granny show,” Debbie said. “Put your fucking dress on and get the fuck out of here.”

“Please, Miss ... Please let me put my girdle back on.” Girdle pleaded.

“No time. And don’t you dare stop in any restroom here to put it on, either. Remember we have pics,” Debbie said. “Go all the way home like that.”

She stepped into the dress and pulled it up. I’m sure it was harder to get it on without her girdle there holding everything in place. The dress was a wrinkled mess and had my cum all over it. Her tits sagged low and her nipples poked the fabric out. The flabbiness of her belly and butt were noticeable under the now too-tight dress. Her hair was soaked with my squirt. Her make-up was smudged. Gone was the classy lady from the restroom.

Doris handed Girdle her shoes. She put them on quickly and ran out of the store with her girdle and stockings in her hands.

We all shared a high five – even Doris. I was still naked and didn’t care.

Doris helped me into my rags. She readjusted the knot on the top to make sure my nipples were as covered as possible by the tiny triangles. When she pulled the shorts up and into place, I noticed that the slits on the sides were cut all the way up to the waist band. The slit down the center opened to expose the more of the top of my cunny slit. Debbie must have made some more adjustments.

“Doris, ring this stuff up and put it on the credit card number Ms. Connor sent you,” Debbie ordered. Doris jumped to do what she was told.

“My turn,” Debbie said, pulling Kaylie into the stall. She pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her magnificent tits, then closed the door. It wasn’t long before Kaylie had Debbie moaning with a massive orgasm. Then Kaylie was the one moaning.

By the time Debbie and Kaylie were done in the stall, Doris had all my purchases bagged and paid for with what I assumed was my Mom’s credit card. My power rush was subsiding, and I found myself all embarrassed again when someone came to use the fitting rooms and saw my humiliating body and clothes.

I had some time to think while everyone was busy, my feelings were starting to become a little clearer. I was humiliated by my body. Having no titties at all and a naturally bald cunny made me feel lower than other girls and women. On top of that my unnaturally huge nipples and clitty were also humiliating. They showed the world in no uncertain terms what a horny girl I was. That also made me feel low.

But dominating women gave me a rush. The thought of trying to dominate Debbie, Kaylie or my other teammates didn’t give me the same feeling. But when I thought about going to Girdle’s house to strip and punish her, my clitty quivered. It was older women that did it for me.

I looked over at Doris behind the counter. I just knew that Kaylie dominated her here in the store, and I loved the thought. Would she let me help sometime? I would have to ask.

“Mom!” I said out loud. I realized that when I yelled at her last night, I had the beginnings of the feeling of power that wracked me today when I was dominating Randy and Girdle. The power rush was even stronger when I was directing and watching her punishments. At the time I had to take double of what I had her take. What would I do to my Mom if I was completely in charge of her? I thought about her out shopping with Ms. Connor right now. What being done to her right now?

I thought about some of my women teachers in school. About being dressed in my humiliating outfits and dominating them. Today, the domination of older women overcame my body humiliation with Girdle. Would that always be the case? Last night, I came hard twice while being humiliated, tickled and punished. Today I came hard dominating Girdles.

Well, my thoughts were a little clearer, but not totally clear.

Debbie and Kaylie came out of the stall. Doris was the only one left here that didn’t have a nice cum. Sucks for her, I thought.

“You!” Debbie said pointing at me, “Until and unless Ms. Connor says otherwise, you’re still mine. I don’t remember saying you could cum.”

“But ... You ... Didn’t you say?” Debbie had me stammering.

“No! I didn’t say,” She cut me off. “You’re getting punished.”

She looked over at Kaylie and said, “Do you think we could pass her off as a boy?”

Kaylie shrugged, “Maybe. She has a boy’s chest. All except the nipples, anyway.”

I blushed and squeezed my thighs together.

Doris had finished ringing up the purchases and came over with the bags.

“Doris, go get a pair of boys gym shorts in Tissues’ size,” Debbie said, “and a regular pair of boy’s socks for her. Kaylie, grab a baseball hat over there. You! Strip again. I want to try something.”

I was naked by the time they returned with the items.

“Debbie, I don’t like this idea. It’s bad enough people think I’m a ten-year-old girl. I don’t want them thinking I’m a ten-year-old boy!”

“Shush!” she replied.

She had me put on the shorts and socks. Then my sneakers, which could pass for a boy’s. She had me pull my hair up over my head and slid the baseball cap on. The cap took some size adjusting and tucking in of hair.

“What do you think?” Debbie asked Kaylie.

“Looks like a sissy boy to me,” Kaylie said.

I looked in the mirror and couldn’t argue. Except for my nipples, I saw a young boy reflected back to me.

“OK, let’s go. Grab the bags,” Debbie.

“Debbie! Wait! I need a shirt. My titties are out.”

“Boys don’t have titties,” she replied. “They walk around without shirts all the time.”

My cunny drooled and my nipples nearly exploded off my chest. She was going to make me walk the mall with my embarrassing titties naked. All I could do, I thought, was to try to be the most convincing boy as possible.

Debbie made me grab the bags. We said our goodbyes and headed out into the mall. On the one hand, the boy shorts covered my cunny and butt completely. On the other, I was topless.

My nipples were throbbing as we walked. Within five minutes, more people saw my tittie-less chest than had seen it in my entire life.

For the first time in my life, I was happy I didn’t have any titties.

As we walked, she leaned over and said softly, “Enjoy your punishment for cumming without permission.”

She walked slowly so that as many people as possible would see me. We made the circle around the second level first, then we circled the first level.

My costume wasn’t really working. I don’t think people were buying that I was a boy. Everyone was looking at my nipples!

“Come on, Timmy,” Debbie would say loudly every so often. It didn’t help.

I think some people recognized Debbie from earlier today. How could they forget those huge, swinging titties? They must have remembered me being with her. They must have remembered the nearly naked little girl and realized that I was her. Now topless! “They knew!” I thought to myself. “They knew and they see my naked chest! They see I have no titties!”

Finally, she walked us out to the parking lot and to the car. By that time, hundreds of people had seen my humiliating tittie-less chest.

She made me put the bags in the trunk as she got in the car. When I went to open the passenger door, it was locked. I looked in to see Debbie waving at me. Then she started pulling the car out of the spot.

I panicked. She was going to leave me here topless. What would I do?

She backed out of the spot with me banging on the window, saying, “Please! Debbie! Nooooo!”

“NOOOOOOO!” I screamed as she drove away.

I stood there not knowing what to do. I didn’t even cover my nipples with my hands.

I started to walk back toward the mall, thinking I’d head to the bathroom. My bag was in the trunk, too, so I didn’t even have my phone with me. Then I thought about going back to the children’s store and get help from Kaylie and Doris.

I uttered a huge sigh of relief when I saw Debbie’s car come around the corner. She pulled up next to me. The door opened when I tried it and I hopped in.

“Wow!” she said, “That was cool. All those people saw those embarrassing tits of yours.”

I was breathing heavy. As I calmed down a bit, I put my seatbelt on, and we pulled away.

I remember thinking that she was right. It was cool. I needed my humiliating body exposed. I thought that it would have been better if I didn’t pose as a boy. Just kept my tiny butt shorts on. Or maybe even totally naked so people could see I was hairless too. Get a good look at my thick lips and huge clitty.

One thing I knew for sure. I knew I was leaking on Debbie’s car seat again.

Chapter 4

We drove into the center of town and parked on Main Street in front of the tailor’s shop.

“The tailor here is a friend of Ms. Connor,” Debbie said and opened her car door.

I was still wearing the baseball cap and boy shorts with no top. I hesitated a moment, since there were people walking up and down the sidewalk. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. It was a short walk from the car to the shop door and I made it without anyone noticing that I wasn’t really a shirtless boy.

Debbie held the door open for me and I darted in. There was a young woman behind the counter. She looked up from what she was working on when I stepped in.

“Young man, you can’t come in here with no shirt on. I don’t know...” She stopped talking when Debbie walked in, then continued. “Debbie ... Hi! ... Oh, is this ... Oh my God! She’s topless! Did you have her walking around like this?”

“Hi Ms. Jansen,” Debbie greeted the tailor, “this is Tissues and yes, she walked the entire mall dressed just like this.”

“Tissues! Hehehehe,” Ms. Jansen laughed, “Your coach told me all about that. At first glance she looks like a boy, but once you look you can see that she’s a topless little girl. Except for those gorgeous nipples, of course. Come in, come in, come in. I got the measurements you sent, but I need to take some additional ones.”

“Whatever you need Ms. Jansen,” Debbie answered.

“God, Debbie, where’s the bra I made you? Did you grow out of another one already?”

“No. Ms. Connor said I can’t wear it today. I’m being punished. And, God! I hope my tits don’t grow any bigger than this.”

“Oh, right. I heard a little about what went on last night. Seems it turned out good though. I think you should take your blouse off, though.”

Ms. Jansen came out from behind the counter. She was tall and thin and had wavy brown hair. She was dressed like a plain Jane in mom jeans and a flowered top. She locked the shop door and turned over a sign with a ‘be back at’ clock. At least we’d be alone in here, I thought.

Debbie pulled her blouse over her head and off. Her impressive titties bounced into view. Ms. Jansen pinched Debbie’s nipples roughly before turning her attention to me.

“Get naked,” Ms. Jansen said.

I didn’t have much on, so I was naked very quickly.

“There you go. Now you look like a cute little girl again!” She said.

I winced at being called a little girl again. But hearing Debbie refer to Ms. Jansen as ‘Ms.’ told me that she was in charge here, so I let it go.

Ms. Jansen grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the counter. “Up you go!” She said as she lifted me by my armpits onto a padded table. Standing on one end of the table, she had me lay on my back with my feet pointing at her. She grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward her until my butt was at the end of the table. Then she pulled my ankles up and apart, pushing my knees into my chest. In a matter of seconds, she had me completely exposed to her. My pussy and asshole were inches from her face.

“Wow!” She said staring at my clit. “You weren’t lying, her clit is fucking huge! It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen, by far. She’s only fifteen? It’ll probably get even bigger.”

“No! Don’t say that,” I blurted out without thinking. “Please! It’s already so big.”

“I said that about my tits when I was your age. Now they’re twice as big as they were then,” Debbie said, holding her giant tits up with her hands.

“Help me here, Debbie,” Ms. Jansen said, “Hold her knees back and spread her as wide as you can.”

Debbie did as she was told. Looking down between my legs, I could see my engorged clit standing erect.

“I can see you’re a naughty horny little girl. You’re soaking wet!” She said.

Ms. Jansen went about examining my clit and cunny lips. Squeezing and pulling at them. She pulled the hood of my clit all the way back and turned my clit this way and that, looking it over carefully. She measured how long and thick it was with a measuring tape. Then she measured along my slit and even down to my asshole. She was writing all the measurements down. She kept shaking her head and I could tell that she was thinking hard about something as she looked over the measurements.

“You can pick up the clothes by Wednesday,” She told Debbie. “The rest will take some time. Things are going to have to be made special. I’ll talk to Ms. Connor.”

I could only imagine what the clothes would be like. I couldn’t imagine that she’d be making me clothes that were more revealing than what I tried on at the children’s store earlier. I dared not think about what she meant by ‘the rest’ of what she had to make special.

“I need to see her squirt – a really good one. What makes you cum hardest, sweetie?” She asked matter-of-factly.

“I ... I ... I don’t know. I had my first orgasm last night,” I replied. “But ... But Ms. Connor put beads in my butt...”

I didn’t get to say anything else, “OK. Debbie, come to the side here. Hold her knee back. Finger fuck her asshole. She’s plenty wet down there.”

Debbie dipped her middle finger in my soaking wet pussy and then wiggled the tip into my asshole.

“Oooooo ... mmmmm...” I moaned.

Ms. Jansen put my other knee behind her back, spreading me wide while keeping both of her hands free. She pulled my clit hood back with one hand and started squeezing and jerking my clit with the other.

Ms. Jansen and Debbie had me escalating toward and orgasm in no time.

“Fuck her harder!” Ms. Jansen ordered as she jerked my clit faster and faster. Debbie quickened her attack on my asshole, adding a second finger.

“Oh! Oh! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH ... MMMMMM...”

“Spread her wider!” She ordered while pushing my knee back farther. Debbie did the same with my other leg and my pussy was pointing almost straight up.

“Oh! I ... It’s ... UUUUUHHHHHHHHH ... AHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!” I shouted as the first three squirts shot out of my pussy. Ms. Jansen and Debbie were making me cum harder than any orgasm I’d had so far.

“Don’t stop fucking her asshole!” Ms. Jansen shouted. I felt a third finger slip into my asshole, stretching me wider than ever. She and Debbie kept up their attacks on my clit and asshole, and I kept squirting. I just kept cumming and cumming. I lost count of the squirts and orgasms until finally the waves slowed down. Sensing that my body was slowing down, they slowed down and finally stopped their work.

“God! That was obscene,” Debbie said as the let my legs down.

“I’ve never seen anyone squirt so much!” Ms. Jansen said, “Look at this fucking mess she made!”

“Oh, she’ll clean up every drop,” Debbie said.

“Wait! I need to measure how far it shot. And besides, I think she owes us a big favor first. Don’t you agree?” Ms. Jansen asked.

“For sure,” Debbie said.

I was too out of breath to say anything. I just laid there with my eyes closed. What just happened was ten times more intense than anything that happened over the last two days. At least I had permission to cum this time.

Eventually, I felt someone climbing on the table as I started to recover my breath. I opened my eyes just in time to see a bald pussy coming down over my face. Looking up, I noticed two rather small tits, so this was obviously not Debbie.

“What are you waiting for? Lick my fucking pussy, you slutty little girl!” Ms. Jansen ordered.

I reached up and grabbed her thighs in order to pull my face up and into her pussy. I found her hole and licked around it, then stuck my tongue in. She started to moan and move her hips back and forth. As she humped my face, I felt her clit run back and forth over my tongue. After a minute or two she started humping faster and faster, then she clamped her pussy down so hard on my face. My head was forced back down onto the table and I couldn’t breathe. I heard her moan loudly and hoped that she’d finish cumming quickly before I passed out.

Finally satisfied, she relaxed, and I sucked in some air. Ms. Jansen stayed on top of me for a minute or two, her pussy hovering a couple of inches over my face. Once she recovered, she climbed down from the table.

When I looked up, the first thing I saw was Debbie’s huge titties swinging back and forth as she shimmied out of her tight jeans and panties.

“Get on the floor,” She ordered as she pulled her jeans and panties off and tossed them aside.

I quickly figured out what she had in mind. She had lay on my back with my legs spread. She got down and worked herself in between my legs until our pussies were a few inches away.

“I’m gonna fuck that huge clit of yours. Just like you did to your Mom,” she said as she scooted forward until our pussies touched.

I thought about last night when Mom and I were forced to do this, and I squirted right onto Mom’s pussy. After the massive orgasms I just had a few minutes ago, I wasn’t sure if I could get there again. But I wanted to. I wanted Debbie to fuck my huge clit until I squirted all over her pussy. Her tits. Everywhere.

SMACK!!

“Ouch!” I screamed as pain shot through my nipples and I pulled away from Debbie’s pussy. Ms. Jansen had slapped my nipples with a flogger. Looking at it, it looked much more severe than the ones that had been used on me last night. Instead of leather straps, this one had rubber tubes. I looked down and saw red stripes across my chest.

SMACK!!

“Fuck! That hurts!” Debbie shouted as the flogger landed on her massive left tittie, just below her long, thick nipple.

“Who the fuck told you to stop?” the tall, thin, still naked Ms. Jansen said.

SMACK!!

The flogger struck my pussy mound.

“Ahhhhh!!” I screamed. It hurt like hell, but my pussy quivered. Was this making me horny?

SMACK!!

Debbie’s pussy took a direct hit from Ms. Jansen’s flogger.

“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck! Ok ... Ok ... Ok...” Debbie reacted.

She started to scoot forward, and I matched her movement until our punished pussies touched again. She started humping quickly. I guessed that she didn’t want to get flogged again.

My clit throbbed as I started to hump her back. I could feel my clit move all over her soaking wet pussy.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Mmmmmmmm...” I moaned through the pain this time as two more swats fell across my nipples. “Punish them ... I need to be punished for having no titties ... Punish my horny nipples!” I screamed as I humped Debbie’s pussy faster and faster.

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

“You Mother Fucker!!” Debbie shouted as two swats fell on each of her massive titties. They were too big for Ms. Jansen to hit them both at the same time. “Punish my huge fucking tits ... I need to be punished for having huge fucking cow tits!”

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

Ms. Jansen continued her assault on my flat chest and nipples and Debbie’s huge titties. At the same time Debbie and I assaulted each other’s soaking wet pussies and begged to be punished. I could feel Debbie positioning her pussy hole nearer and nearer to my engorged clit.

All at once I felt my huge clit slip into her pussy hole to the hilt. Debbie gasped and froze for a moment.

“My fucking clit is up your cunt! Oooooooo ... Mmmmmm...” I said as I changed technique from rubbing against Debbie’s pussy to fucking my clit in and out.

“Fuck me! Fuck my horny pussy! You slutty little girl!” Debbie screamed.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Ms. Jansen continued to slap our titties and nipples.

“I’m gonna cum ... gonna cum so fucking hard ... here it is ... Mmmmmmmmm! Debbie screamed as she went over the edge.

I kept up with my pounding of her pussy. Her waves of pleasure were calming down as mine were starting to build. I knew the feeling now. I was going to squirt again. I don’t know what came over me; what put the thought in my mind. But I quickly stood and straddled Debbie’s hips. I squatted over her and pulled furiously on my engorged clit.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Ms. Jansen didn’t skip a beat as she continued slapping us.

“I’m gonna squirt! ... I’m gonna fucking squirt all over you!” I screamed and a thick wave of squirt shot out of my pussy and splashed on Debbie’s right tit. The second wave splashed her left tit.

Debbie started rubbing my squirt into her tits and I shot a third squirt right at her pussy. She reached down and rubbed it into her pussy until she came again. I collapsed over her and rolled over landing on my side next to her, exhausted. Ms. Jansen stopped her flogging as we all took some time to calm down a bit.

“I have to get this fucking shop open again,” Ms. Jansen said and started to get dressed. “Debbie, get in the bathroom in back and get cleaned up while Tissues cleans up her mess. There’s a mop in the storeroom.”

We did as we were told. After a few minutes, Debbie came back fully dressed. I was the only one naked, which was no surprise.

Ms. Jansen unlocked the shop door, “Your turn,” she said to me.

I bent down to pick up my boy shorts.

“You don’t need those,” Ms. Jansen said, and I went into the bathroom naked to wash up.

I washed up as best as I could in the tiny bathroom sink, using the hand soap and paper towels. I poked my head around the door to peek into the shop when I was done. Seeing no one other than Ms. Jansen and Debbie I padded naked into the shop.

“Come, let me fix your hair,” Ms. Jansen said and pulled a brush out of a drawer behind the counter.

She parted my hair in the middle. “Oh no!” I thought. “She’s giving me pig tails!”

“Please don’t...” I said, “Please don’t give me pig tails!”

“Nonsense,” she replied and continued to fix my hair as she desired, “All little girls look so cute in pig tails.”

Two red bows completed my humiliating hair style.

“Oh my God! She really looks like a 10-year-old girl now!” Debbie said.

I heard the jingle of the shop door as an elderly lady came into the shop. I started to run toward the back room, but Ms. Jansen held pulled me back.

“Don’t fucking move,” she said softly into my ear.

Debbie gave me a look that said, “You better listen to her,” so I stayed where I was.

“Hi Mrs. Jones. Let me get your dresses,” Ms. Jansen greeted the lady and went to the racks to find the dresses.

“Oh my! Aren’t you an adorable little girl,” Ms. Jones said when she saw me, “Or silly me ... an adorable young lady!” She said in a patronizing tone.

Debbie just laughed, “Yes, she sure is a cute little ... uh ... young lady!”

I just stood and blushed. I hated all this little girl stuff, but what could I do at the moment.

“I hope the tailor is making you some new clothes. You can’t leave the shop naked and walk down the sidewalk like that!” Mrs. Jones said.

Ms. Jansen came to the counter with the dresses. Mrs. Jones paid and left the store, but not before pinching my cheek, making more patronizing comments and giving my bottom a little pat. I guess she never noticed the marks the flogger left on my chest, or just ignored them.

“Now for you,” Ms. Jansen said, looking me up and down.

She rummaged around behind the counter and came up with a frilly white blouse. If it were regular size it would look like something a little girl might wear to church on a Sunday. But it wasn’t. This was one like I’ve seen in some cheesy movies; one a stripper would wear. Ms. Jansen helped me get it on.

It was completely open in back. There was one elastic band that went behind my neck and another around my back. The stretchy elastic kept it tight against my chest. Two sheer triangles covered my nipples. They were rimmed with frilly ruffles, but my hard nipples were in plain sight under the thin triangles.

A red plaid skirt was next, if you could call it a skirt. It was the shortest thing I’d ever seen. Ms. Jansen wrapped it around my waist and secured the velcro waistband. She stepped back and saw that my pussy was clearly visible.

“That won’t do,” She said and came over to adjust the skirt.

She unwrapped it and re-wrapped it over and over. Each time she moved the waist down my hips. Eventually, it was low enough that my pussy lips didn’t show. Unfortunately, it was so low on my waist that the top of my mound was visible and I’m sure both the top of my butt crack and bottoms of my butt cheeks were on display.

“Perfect!” Debbie said.

“Walk back and forth here a bit, little girl,” Ms. Jansen said.

I took a few steps and the skirt rode up my hips, exposing my pussy.

“It’s no good,” I said. “My pussy keeps showing. It’s too small.”

“Nonsense!” Ms. Jansen said, “Hold the front of the hem down when you walk. Try that.”

I did what I was told, and I was barely able to keep my thick pussy lips from showing. Although, pulling the hem down exposed more of my mound and didn’t stop more of my butt cheeks from being exposed.

“Can I? ... Please? ... Maybe ... just have some panties?” I asked. “Just teeny ones to cover my cunny, at least?”

“Oh, you’re fine.” Ms. Jansen answered, tossing me a package. “Put these on now.”

At first, I thought they were white pantyhose.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I said as I opened the package, only to realize that she gave me thigh high stockings to wear. And they were the slutty kind. Seams in the back and red bows at the top. They were the kind that had sticky stuff at the tops, so you don’t need garters. They stay up on their own.

“Oh,” I said dejected when I saw what I had to put on. I sat on a chair to pull them on. My entire naked butt was on the seat. The skirt was way too short to be pulled under it. The stockings came up to mid-thigh, leaving several inches of my naked thighs showing between them and my tiny skirt.

“Here, I have these heels you can wear. I use them when little girls come in for fittings but don’t have the right shoes.” Ms. Jansen said and handed me the shoes.

I couldn’t believe what she gave me. They were plastic toy princess glass slippers. They were completely see-through. Even my feet were going to be practically naked, just covered by the sheer material of the stockings.

Debbie burst out laughing when I stood in the heels. “Oh ... My ... God! She looks like she’s dressed in some creepy Dad’s idea of a schoolgirl costume for his little girl daughter.”

Ms. Jansen joined Debbie and had a good laugh.

“Come look,” Ms. Jansen said and led me by the hand to her viewing mirror. It was the type that had mirrors all around so you can see all angles.

I stepped up onto the platform keeping my head down. I was afraid to look. When I did look up, all I could do was gasp. I looked like a pre-teen hooker. I didn’t think it was possible, but this outfit was more embarrassing than the cut up top and shorts Debbie had me in earlier. The pigtail hairstyle was the icing on the cake, with the red ribbons matching the bows on my stocking tops.

“Wait,” Debbie said, “I can see her pussy lips from the back here.”

She reached to adjust my skirt, but Ms. Jansen grabbed her hand.

“It will be fine. You can only see when she’s on the platform. Her meaty pussy will be covered when she’s down. She just needs to be careful, that’s all,” she said.

“I ... I look like a slut ... A total whore ... But, like a little girl at the same time,” I said. My pussy drooled and I’m sure the wetness would be visible on my thighs soon. I also noticed that the red marks from Ms. Janson’s flogger were visible on my chest. It was obvious that my tittieless chest was punished recently.

“I know! Isn’t it wonderful?” Ms. Jansen said, happily, running her fingers along the red marks.

“It’s awesome!” Debbie added, “do you have everything you need from us now, Ms. Jansen? If so, we’re going to get out of here.”

“Yes, I have everything I need, except maybe another tongue up my pussy. She has me all tingly again.”

“We really do have to go, Ms. Jansen,” said Debbie. She grabbed my hand and helped me down off the platform as I was still a little unsteady in the toy plastic heels.

“W ... Where are we going?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it, just get moving,” she answered.

“One more quick thing. She’s a little uneven,” Ms. Jansen said, grabbing my hand from Debbie. She led me back to the padded table.

She had me lean over the table and Debbie held my hands from the other end. She pulled me slightly off the ground. I knew that my butt and pussy were completely exposed from behind. I tried to look back, but really couldn’t see what was happening. I remembered that the shop door was unlocked and that someone could walk in at any moment. I was only partially shielded from being seen from the front of the store.

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

Ms. Jansen laid into my butt with the flogger.

“Ouch! Oh! Ahhhh! Ahhh!” I screamed as she flogged my defenseless butt. She swatted the backs of my thighs too. Then she spread my legs and placed a few of her swats so that the tips of the flogger landed on my pussy and clit, which really stung. I guess I got about a dozen swats before she had Debbie let me down. The plastic heels had slipped off my feet during my spanking. I rubbed my sore butt and pussy lips to try to ease the pain.

“There! Now she looks perfect!” Ms. Jansen said proudly, admiring her handiwork.

I knew that I had red stripes showing from under my skirt from my butt cheeks down to my thighs. I was a punished little slut and looked the part.

I slipped my heels back on. We said our goodbyes to Ms. Jansen and headed out of the shop. I walked toward the car, but Debbie pulled my hand and guided me down the sidewalk.

“We’re going to take a little walk. This way.” She directed.

Every two or three steps I had to pull the hem of my skirt down to keep my pussy from being exposed to passers by on the sidewalk. I got a lot of stares and looking back over my shoulder I noticed more than one person stop to look at my naked butt as I walked. I wasn’t sure if my pussy lips were showing from the back or not. I felt totally humiliated.

I had no idea what Debbie had in store for me next.

Chapter 5

Debbie strode quickly and I stumbled to keep up as she pulled me by the hand. The toy plastic heels I was wearing weren’t made for walking. We walked about two blocks when Debbie pulled me toward the door of a bar. I thought about reminding her that we weren’t old enough to go to a bar but thought better of it. Nothing I said mattered anyway.

We entered the bar. It was dimly lit and there wasn’t much in the way of decoration. Just the bar stools and a few tables. All the chairs didn’t even match. Debbie greeted the bartender, who looked us both over. I guessed that she was around my Mom’s age and rather plain looking.

“We’ll be in back,” Debbie said without stopping to chat.

“Of course,” the bartender replied, following us with her eyes. I stumbled along as Debbie dragged me behind her.

I noticed two large women at the bar dressed like bikers and another two women at a table. No one else was in the place, maybe since it was still early in the day. They all watched as I was paraded by them, struggling to keep my bald cunny out of view.

Debbie pushed us through a swinging door into the kitchen. It didn’t look like much cooking was done in there and there was no cook. All I really saw were stacked cases of beer and liquor. Debbie didn’t stop until she reached a door at the back of the kitchen. She punched a code into the lock and pushed her way into another dimly lit room.

There were few tables and chairs on our right and a stage on our left. The stage had a pole in the middle that ran from ceiling to floor. I’d seen this set up in some movies. I was in a strip bar!

Debbie pulled me up the three steps, onto the stage and behind a curtain that was on the left side of the stage. The space behind the curtain was no bigger than a closet. There was a clothes rack on our right and a beat-up vanity on our left.

Debbie sat me down at the vanity. “Put some lipstick on,” she ordered as she started rummaging through the clothes on the rack.

“Debbie ... P ... Please ... I’m ... I can’t be a stripper! I’m only fifteen!” I begged.

She ignored me and kept looking through the clothes.

I started looking around at what was on the vanity and in the drawer. All the lipsticks were bright red and obviously used. I knew it was pointless to argue. I picked out the least gross looking lipstick I could find and put it on my lips. My hand was shaking. I didn’t have a lot of experience with makeup, since Mom wouldn’t allow me to wear it. I got it on, but it was messy. I looked silly between the sloppy lipstick and pig tails Ms. Jansen gave me.

“You can keep that skirt on,” Debbie said, “But you’ll need some panties to start with. We don’t want to reveal that fat pussy right away.”

My heart sank. I was going to be made to strip. All I could think about was a bunch of greasy men ogling my embarrassing body and touching me with their grubby hands until the cops busted in and arrested us all. What would happen to me in a jail cell dressed like this?

“Let me see,” Debbie said and looked at my reflection in the mirror, “Perfect!”

I guess she thought I looked perfectly ridiculous with my sloppy lipstick job.

“Put these on,” she ordered and held out a tiny white G-string for me to step into. I nearly vomited thinking about how many other cunnies had been in it. I hoped they washed it, at least.

She pulled my top off next and helped me into a white cropped halter top that was obviously made for a women with titties. “I’ll be right back,” she said and stepped out of the dressing room.

I got the top on and looked around a bit noticing some ridiculously high heels under the clothes rack. I’d never walked in any kind of heels before and didn’t think I’d be able to walk in those.

Everything happed so fast since we left Ms. Jansen’s shop. But while I was waiting for Debbie, I had some time to think. They’re going to make me dance around a strip naked. I was panicking, but my cunny drooled into my little panties. I ran a finger over them and felt how soaked they were.

Then I remembered the strap marks on my chest and bottom. Oh my God! They’re going to know I was punished! They’re all going to see that I’m a naked, horny little girl that got spanked! That thought only made me drool more.

Debbie barged in and snapped me back to reality. She stood me up and started stuffing tissues into the halter top. TISSUES! I wondered if she’d let me keep the top on so that maybe everyone would think I was older. Yes, that must be it. Maybe I won’t be naked after all, I hoped.

“Everyone’s here. Just dance to the music and do what you’re told. I’ll direct you from the side of the stage,” Debbie said and left the dressing room. My heart sank.

“Ladies, thank you for coming to today’s show,” I heard a voice say from behind the curtain. “We have a special treat for you, a new dancer making her first appearance anywhere. Please welcome Tissues!”

Some music started playing. I knew I had to go out there but sat for a moment. She said “ladies.” I’m in a lesbian bar!

Debbie poked her head in the curtain, “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage. There were six or eight women seated at the tables. The biker couple wasn’t there. These women were well-dressed in business suits. They applauded and cheered as I stepped out.

I just stood there in a daze for a minute, not knowing what to do. “Dance you fucking idiot,” Debbie said from the side of the stage, “or I’ll strap the shit out of you instead!”

I danced awkwardly. It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to dance. It was these stupid toy heels. The audience must have liked what they saw, since they all cheered and whistled.

I heard them call out as I danced, “Bend over! Take it off! Show us your tits!”

I’m not sure what came over me, I got really into it. And really horny. I danced around the stage, turning around to show them my butt. I bent over a few times too. They really loved that.

“Look at those strap marks! Naughty girl got a spanking!” They screamed, which only encouraged me more.

One of the ladies came up to the stage waiving a bill. I was confused at first, but she waved me over and I realized what she wanted. I danced over. She grabbed my hips, turned me around and pushed my back. She wanted me to bend over for her. I did, expecting her to slide the bill into the waistband of my G-string. But she didn’t. I wiggled my butt for her and the audience howled. Then I felt her finger run down my soaking wet crotch. I nearly fell over and put my hands down on the stage to brace myself.

I was so horny I pushed my wet cunny back for her. Then I felt her finally slide the bill into my waistband. I wiggled a bit more for her and then stood up to keep dancing.

I kept looking over at Debbie who was standing on the side of the stage. Her nipples were huge and I could see how dark they were under her top. Obviously she was enjoying the show, too. She kept mouthing instructions to me as I danced. “Turn around. Shake your ass. Spread your legs. Swing on the pole.” I obeyed her every word and got more bills tucked into my G-string.

She told me to pull the skirt off. I turned with my back to the audience and shook my butt from side to side as I lowered my skirt to loud cheers from the ladies. With the skirt out of the way, I could see the bills in my waistband for the first time. I expected to see a bunch of dollar bills, but saw nothing smaller than a twenty!

That really got me excited. I got down on all fours, laid on my back with my legs spread wide, swung on the pole. I even humped it a few times as the crowd roared in approval. I felt like a total whore and loved every minute of it.

“Look how wet she is! She has a lot of pussy under there! Is that her clit? I want to spank her next!”

After a song or two, the voice that introduced me said, “OK Ladies. I bet you wonder why we call her tissues!” The crowd cheered and I was shocked back to reality. They’re going to see that I have no titties, I thought. The fun’s over. They’ll all hate me for sure.

“It’s time to see our dancing girl topless!”

I looked over at Debbie who was motioning me to pull my top off. I just kept dancing, but the crowd cheered louder. I knew that I’d have to do it eventually, but a thought popped into my head. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

I turned my back to the crowd, shook my butt and started pulling tissues out of my top and tossing them up in the air. They loved it and tossed money onto the stage. There were hundreds of dollars between my G-string and what they threw on the stage.

When I tossed the last tissue into the air, I turned back to face the audience. I pulled down one shoulder strap and then the other.

“Take it off! Take it off!” they chanted.

I took a deep breath, hooked my thumbs under the top below my armpits and pulled the top down to my waist in a quick motion exposing my titless chest and dark fat nipples.

There was a pause in the cheering for a moment before they erupted with cheers and whistles. They loved me! I dance around for a minute, squeezing my nipples. They were swollen and very sensitive. My cunny drooled, soaking my panties. I danced around a bit more before pulling the top down over my waist and off.

“It’s time for our little girl to get naked, don’t you think?” the announcer called out. The crowd roared with approval. “How much will you pay for Tissues’ little panties?” She asked, “They look wet and tasty to me!”

I teased my nipples and ran my finger over my cunny as the ladies bid. The winner came up to the stage. I looked over at Debbie who told me to get on my hands and knees. I did, with my butt facing the lady. Debbie told me to keep my legs closed. I wiggled my butt for her as she slowly pulled the bills out of the waistband and lowered my soaked panties, bringing my fat cunny lips into full view. With my legs closed, my huge clitty was still hidden. Debbie was obviously saving that for later.

I squeezed my clit between my thighs and almost squirted right in the lady’s face.

I picked my knees up to let the lady pull my G-string completely off. I was naked except for the stockings and shoes. The crowed cheered and more bills flew up onto the stage.

I got up carefully and danced around some more. I kept my cunny hidden with my hands, to tease the ladies. Lightning bolts went off in my body when my hands brushed over my swollen clitty.

When I decided it was time to reveal my clitty, I squatted down with my legs spread wide. I wiggled my hips and put one hand on the stage behind my head. My other hand covered my cunny. Debbie mouthed, “Don’t cum!” and wagged her finger at me. I really needed a cum; but I obeyed her.

I pulled my hand away and revealed my thick clitty to them. They cheered and whistled.

“It’s huge! I want to suck it! Oh my God!” They screamed.

I danced naked for the rest of that song and one more. The ladies lined the stage now and called me over to squeeze my nipples and clit. They even pushed their fingers into my cunny and asshole. I was on the edge of cumming the whole time but moved away before I did. I didn’t want to piss Debbie off.

The song ended and another one didn’t start. The announcer said, “Everyone, can we have one more round of applause for Tissues?”

The crowd cheered as the stage lights dimmed. Debbie came onto the stage and pulled me behind the curtain into the dressing room.

“Let’s take a little break before our next performance,” the announcer said and all I could hear was the crowd mumbling.

“Oh ... My ... God...” Debbie said. “That was awesome! They loved you. I thought you’d just cry like a little girl out there. What came over you?”

“I ... I have no idea, Debbie,” I replied. “The lights, the cheering ... Can I cum, please? I’m so horny!”

“Not yet. Just rest here a minute. I’m not sure what they want us to do.”

I took a deep breath, “OK ... I need to calm down. Is there something I can put on?”

“Just stay naked for now.”

I started to relax. I thought, Wow, Debbie’s being nice to me!

“And no, you don’t get to keep the money,” she said.

Chapter 6

Debbie and I sat in the small dressing room and chatted for a few minutes. She explained that Ms. Connor was a partner in the bar and that the back room we were in was a secret – and very illegal. I found out that all the cheerleaders had danced in there at one time or another. She told me in no uncertain terms what would happen to me and my Mom if I ever ratted them out. Of course, my performance was recorded and would be kept as insurance.

No men were ever allowed. The customers in the back room all pay big bucks to see teenage girls strip, and more. I’d have loved to see Debbie’s performance. I bet the ladies loved her huge titties.

The announcer popped her head into the dressing room, “Two minutes. Debbie, put a dress and heels on. Nothing else.”

Looking down, Debbie replied, “Yes, Ms. Martin.”

“Are you going to strip?” I asked, excitedly.

“I don’t know,” Debbie said as she stood to start looking through the clothes on the rack.

“Can I try a different pair of heels? These are so cheesy.”

“No. Just keep those on. Remember, you need to do what you’re told.”

“OK, but I’d like to try them sometime. They look so slutty.”

Debbie stripped naked and pulled a sheer red dress over her head. It was obscenely tight over her titties. Her nipples were clearly visible. Her butt was barely covered. She slipped her feet into a pair of red mules and was instantly six inches taller.

“Do I look slutty?” she asked and twirled.

Ms. Martin stepped into the dressing room, “Tissues, go wash up in the ladies room. I need to talk to Debbie a minute.”

She held the curtain open for me. I stepped out and found the ladies room. I thought about making myself cum, but I didn’t want to get in trouble. I washed up and returned to the dressing room.

“I’ll introduce Debbie first, then call you out after two songs, Tissues,” Ms. Martin explained before she left us.

“Here we go,” Debbie said.

“Ladies, I’m sure you all remember Debbie, our HEAD cheerleader. She just couldn’t resist getting out here for you, so here she is!” Ms. Martin announced to the ladies.

“That’s my cue,” Debbie said and stepped out to the stage as the music started.

I peeked out through the curtain to watch. Debbie was awesome. She had no trouble dancing with the heels on. Obviously, she’s had a lot of practice. She wasted no time and was naked half-way through the first song. When she turned her back to the audience, she saw that I was peeking and gave me a wink and ran her hand over her bald pussy.

When the second song was over Ms. Martin announced, “What do you say we bring Tissues back out? I think she’s still naked and ready for you.” The crowd cheered loudly.

I stepped out on the stage. Debbie took the lead and guided me through some sexy girl-girl dancing. We felt each other up, kissed, spanked each other’s butts and rub our bodies together. The crowd ate it up.

I noticed that the ladies in the crowd were starting to undress. Most were down to bra and panties. Some had pantyhose and others had garters and stockings on.

At some point, Debbie wound up with a riding crop and started smacking me with it. Not too hard. She guided me into different positions and smacked me all over, including my nipples and pussy.

“Is it Tissues turn to be in charge?” Ms. Martin asked the crowd. They cheered their response.

Debbie dropped the crop and a flogger was pushed into my hand. Oh My God, I thought. Was I really going to be allowed to punish Debbie?

Debbie turned her back to the crowd, bent over at the waist and spread her legs wide. That was all the invitation I needed. I flogged her bottom and even swung the flogger up to slap her pussy. I remembered what happened when I punished Debbie’s Mom and made sure that I didn’t get carried away.

Debbie turned back around and held her huge titties up for me to flog. I slapped them good and the crowd cheered. More money flew onto the stage.

It went back and forth for a couple of songs. Me spanking Debbie, then her spanking me. Some of the ladies even got to spank us. They were spanking much harder than Debbie and I spanked each other. It felt good though. I stayed nice and horny the whole time.

Ms. Martin broke in, “OK Ladies. Who needs to cum?” The crowd roared and a second bidding war started.

When the bidding was over, a thin red head jumped onto the stage. She was wearing black lingerie, which she stripped off immediately. She was shaved almost bald, just a small patch of red hair sat on top of her slit.

She spoke to Ms. Martin briefly then stood clenching her thighs and rocking back and forth from one foot to the next as the music started again. Ms. Martin spoke to Debbie who laid on her back on the stage. Even on her back, her massive titties stood up proudly.

The woman came over knelt down and straddled Debbie’s head, then lowered her face down to Debbie’s pussy. Debbie spread her legs wide and allowed the woman to lick her wet pussy while she started to tongue the pussy that was in her face.

The crowd loved the show.

Ms. Martin came over to me and said in my ear, “Lick her asshole,” as if it was a perfectly normal thing to say.

I guess I hesitated a moment, since Ms. Martin grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. She pushed down on my shoulder, forcing me onto my knees. “Don’t make me call Ms. Connor,” she said into my ear, while pushing my face between the redhead’s butt cheeks.

My pussy tingled. I wanted to lick her asshole – wanted to make her cum. But I also wanted Ms. Martin to force me. She pushed my face forward with one hand while she spread the redhead’s butt cheek with the other. I stuck my tongue out and touched it to the center of the woman’s asshole. She moaned loudly and pushed her butt back into my face. She reached out with one hand and pulled on her other butt cheek, spreading it so wide that my tongue slipped in her asshole.

I moved my tongue in and out of her asshole, wiggled it back and forth, up and down. The redhead rocked her hips, pushing her pussy onto Debbie’s face and then her asshole into mine. She froze for a minute as her orgasm hit. I wanted her to squirt in Debbie’s face, but I couldn’t see if she did or not. She had a long hard cum and then finally collapsed on top of Debbie.

I stood up and the woman rolled off Debbie and onto her back. Debbie just laid there breathing heavily. I guessed that the woman was suffocating her while she came. She certainly got her money’s worth.

Ms. Martin grabbed my arm again, “Start dancing. Keep them occupied for a few minutes.”

I did as I was told and worked the pole while the woman and Debbie collected themselves. The woman eventually got up, gathered her clothes and stumbled back to her seat naked.

Debbie recovered enough to join me with some sexy dancing until the song ended.

“OK ladies. I have a special announcement to make. Somebody here has been a very naughty girl.” Ms. Martin announced. “Who’s been a naughty girl?”

The crowd erupted. Hands shot up. “I’m a naughty lezzie! I came in my panties! I need a spanking! I’m a dirty cum slut!”

I knew who she was talking about. It wasn’t any of the ladies in the audience. It was me. I didn’t cum, so it wasn’t that. I’m sure they’d think of something. All these ladies were about to punish me. My nipples swelled and my clitty throbbed thinking about it.

I shot a glance over at Debbie. She just stood with her hands clasped, looking down at the floor.

“Debbie has been very, VERY naughty,” Ms. Martin said, “and she needs to be punished!”

Debbie’s eyes shot up and scanned the crowd. “NO! NO! Please ... I’ve been a good girl ... I promise!” she pleaded.

I don’t know if I was more relieved or more disappointed. Then I remembered Debbie saying earlier that Ms. Connor was going to punish her for letting things get out of hand last night. I guess this was her punishment. I hoped that I’d get the chance to punish her too.

“She’s a naughty little slut! Spank her! Slap her pussy!” was shouted from the crowd.

A pair of chains with leather cuffs came down from overhead. Ms. Martin pulled Debbie over and secured her wrists to the cuffs. She went to the side of the stage to grab what I recognized as a spreader bar, similar to the one that I was spread with last night. Ms. Martin quickly attached Debbie’s ankles to the bar. Her legs were spread wide with her drooling bald pussy completely exposed. The chains above Debbie’s head were then pulled up until Debbie was stretched completely, her heels barely touching the floor.

Satisfied with Debbie’s positioning, Ms. Martin continued, “As a special treat, everyone is going to have a chance to punish our naughty HEAD cheerleader today.” The crowd cheered. “Everyone will get to give her five swats with this naughty girl flogger – any ... place ... you ... like! So make it good and enjoy yourselves”

One by one the ladies in the audience were called up to the stage. They took no pity on Debbie. Her huge titties and nipples were the favorite target, but her butt and pussy weren’t spared. Debbie was pleading the whole time but got no mercy. Once the eighth and last woman administered her five swats, Debbie was beat red from the top of her titties to her knees.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Ms. Martin said, and the crowd cheered, “But I think she’s had enough, don’t you?”

The crowd booed and hissed, “Noooo! Punish the slut! She needs more!”

“Oh! Wait!” Ms. Martin replied, “Tissues didn’t get her turn!”

The crowd cheered loudly and my clitty throbbed so hard I nearly fell over.

“But I think this flogger is a little worn out,” Ms. Martin continued. “Good thing I have this nice new cane here!” The crowd erupted.

“Oh my God! No! Don’t let that tit-less little cunt punish me with that!” Debbie shouted over the crowd.

Ms. Martin ignored her plea, “Tissues, you can give her ten with the cane any place you want. What are you going to do?”

I thought I’d pass out, I was so horny. Ms. Martin put the microphone in front of my face.

“I ... I’ll give her two on her butt ... and ... and ... one each on the back of her thighs ... and ... then ... two on each of her big titties...” I was swooning, “and then ... two on her spread cunny!”

The crowd erupted. The ladies were all standing and cheering. Most of them were naked or nearly so by then. There was a lot of hugging, kissing and touching going on.

Ms. Martin moved the mic away, but I grabbed her hand, “I’ll show her what this titie-less little girl can do!”

I let go of Ms. Martin’s hand while the crowd roared.

Ms. Martin handed me the cane. I ran my hands over it and flexed it a bit. Then I gave a few slices through the air to test it out. The plastic heels were making me feel unsteady, so I kicked them off. Then I pulled the stocking off too. I wanted Debbie to see a totally naked little girl punishing her.

I sliced the air with the cane, having my bare feet firmly on the floor. Much better.

Ms. Martin turned Debbie around so that her butt was facing the crowd. She wanted everyone to get a good look. Then she helped me get into a good position. She guided my hands and helped me place the cane at the bottoms of Debbie’s butt cheeks.

She said in my ear, “Remember, swing through your target,” then she stepped away. I was on my own.

I brought the cane back and swung as hard as I could.

SWAT!

“Ahhhhhhh ... It hurts too much!” Debbie screamed.

The red stripe appeared almost immediately across the bottoms of her butt cheeks. I swung again.

I was in a zone and could barely hear the crowd cheering. It was like I was hearing them from under water.

SWAT!

Debbie screamed again, “Ahhhhh! ... fuck fuck fuck...”

I measured my next swat for the back of her right thigh.

SWAT!

“Ahhhhh ... Owe ... Please no more!”

SWAT!

I gave the next one quickly to her left thigh.

“Ahhhhh ... Ahhh...”

Ms. Martin turned Debbie back around so the crowd could see her titties getting punished. I took a peek and saw a nice red stripe on the back of each of Debbie’s thighs.

Before Debbie could ready herself, I gave her two swats on her left tittie – one on the underside and one down across her nipple.

SWAT! SWAT!

“Ahhh ... Mmmm ... Please! Please! Please stop!”

I walked around to the other side and repeated two quick swats on her right tittie.

SWAT! SWAT!

“Ahhh ... Ahhh ... Ooooo...”

I walked around thinking about the best angle to give Debbie her two swats on her pussy. Ms. Martin grabbed my shoulder, “Hold on a minute.”

She pulled me away as another chain was lowered from above. Ms. Martin attached the chain to the spreader bar and it was pulled up. Debbie was being suspended. Her legs were pulled up and back while Ms. Martin placed a padded bench under Debbie’s back to support most of her weight. Her pussy was completely exposed and set at the perfect level to be swatted.

I was shaking. Every time I swatted her, my clitty twitched. I felt so close to cumming. I squeezed my thighs together to massage my clit and nearly fell over. I took a couple of swats through the air with a downward motion while squeezing my clitty with my thighs to see if I could do it. It worked.

I looked over at Debbie and noticed that Ms. Martin was attaching something to her cunny. There was a clamp on each of Debbie’s cunny lips. Each clamp was attached to a chain that wrapped around Debbie’s thighs. The clamps spread her cunny wide, completely exposing the inner lips and her clitty. Debbie’s cunny was soaking wet.

As the clamps were being attached and adjusted, Debbie pleaded, “Please no! You can’t spread me like that! She can’t hit my cunny so wide open. She’ll tear my clit open!”

Ms. Martin announced to the crowd, “I did hear Tissues say two to her SPREAD cunny, didn’t I?”

Debbie’s pleas were ignored. I walked over and Debbie closed her eyes tight, muttering, “Please ... Please ... Please...” over and over.

I got in position, clenched my thighs and swung down hard on Debbie’s spread pussy. The thigh clenching worked as a lightning bolt shot from my clit to my nipples.

SWAT!

Debbie’s eyes opened wide. Her mouth shot open but no sound came out right away. After a moment all she could manage was a deep moan, “AhhhAhhhAhhh...”

SWAT!

It was a direct hit right on her clitty and down the center of her slit. My cunny erupted as I swung down on Debbie’s spread pussy. I squirted down my thighs and onto the stage.

“Ahhhhh!” Debbie screamed out loud this time.

The crowd cheered loudly. Ms. Martin came over and grabbed the cane from my hand as my orgasm subsided. She guided me back to the dressing room, sat me down and said, “Relax in here for a minute,” then went back out onto the stage.

I couldn’t relax, so I peeked out of the curtain to see Ms. Martin release a sobbing Debbie from the chains and walk her to the ladies room.

The ladies were chanting, “Debbie! Debbie! Debbie!”

Chapter 7

Ms. Martin came back to the stage, “OK Ladies, I think we have another naughty girl in the house!” The crowd roared.

Here it comes, I thought. My turn. Didn’t I already get enough from Ms. Jansen?

“We have a horny little girl with no titties that likes to cum without permission,” Ms. Martin continued, “Should tit-less little girls be allowed to cum?”

The crowd booed and hissed, “Nooooo!”

“Tissues, get your little butt out here right now!” Ms. Martin ordered.

I took a deep breath and walked out to loud cheering. I could see that all the ladies were now naked. Ms. Martin was the only one with clothes on and she was still fully dressed!

Ms. Martin grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the chains and spreader bar that were still ready. She attached my wrists and ankles the same way she did with Debbie, but she didn’t wait to lift my legs up and support my back on the bench. In less than a minute, I was tied and spread – completely helpless.

“I hear,” she said as she worked, “that Tissues here is quite ticklish!”

The crowd cheered.

Oh God no, I thought. Not again. I’m so ticklish. And there’s so many ladies here to tickle me!

“Let’s see what we have here,” she said as she opened a box, “feathers, Q-tips, brushes, and all kinds of other tickly things!”

“Tickle her! Make her pee! Feather her asshole!” was screamed from the ladies.

I looked over as the door to the ladies room swung open. Debbie strode out angrily, tits swinging, right onto the stage. She went over to the box and grabbed a feather in each hand. “I’ll get even with you, you fucking cunt!” she said.

Ms. Martin grabbed Debbie by the shoulder, “Hold on, hold on, hold on. You’ll get your chance,” she whispered in Debbie’s ear for a moment and then addressed the crowd, “Here’s what we’re gonna do. Each chair has a number on the back. Check your chairs ladies. Numbers one and two come up onto the stage.”

Two ladies jumped up screaming. They high-fived each other and came up onto the stage.

“Each of you grab something to tickle with and start on Tissues’ feet,” Ms. Martin instructed.

They quickly did as they were told and in no time, I was a giggling mess as two paint brushes were being run up and down the soles of my very ticklish feet. They tickled under and between my toes, too.

“Pleeeeeeseee ... Noooooo! ... Heeheeheehee ... I’m soooooo ... ticklish!”

I heard Ms. Martin’s next announcement, “Numbers two and three, get up here and start on her armpits.”

I was too distracted to see what was going on, but before too long two puffy feathers were being run up and down over my ribs and armpits.

“Oh God ... No! It’s too much ... P ... P ... Please! Heehee haahaa.”

“Look! Her fat pussy is just drooling all over my nice stage!” Ms. Jansen teased, “Next up, numbers five and six! I’d tell you to tickle her titties, but she doesn’t have any. It must be so humiliating! Start working on those long, thick nipples!”

Two ladies jumped up shrieking and ran up to the stage. They squeezed in next to the ladies tickling my pits and started working my sensitive nipples with two pointy feathers each. They ran circles around them, ran the feathers up and down the long shafts and tickled the tips.

“Whhooooaaaa ... Haaaahaaaahaaaa ... mmmmmmm ... Please please ... haaahaaahaaa ... no more!”

The sensation on my nipples was maddening. I couldn’t decide if it was more ticklish or more arousing, but I didn’t care at the time. I thrashed around wildly trying to get those wicked feathers off my sensitive nipples.

Ms. Jansen secured a strap around my waist and tightened up on the chains a bit to hold me still. I wasn’t able to wiggle around so much, so the ladies had an easier time tickling their targets. I could feel my pussy dripping down over my asshole. I was a horny mess. I wasn’t sure how much I could take, but I knew more was coming.

“Next up, number seven! Those fat, thick pussy lips look lonely. I think they need some attention.”

The tickling I was already enduring prevented me from focusing too much on what else was going on around me. Over my shrieking and laughing, I could hear what Ms. Jansen said into the microphone, but not much else. Number seven was the redhead from earlier. She squatted between my legs and wasted no time in attacking my swollen cunny with a thin vibrating tickler.

I tried to move my sensitive cunny away from the tickler, but the strap over my waist kept me pretty still. All I could do was rock my hips up and down an inch or two. The redhead kept the tickler in contact with my lips as I humped the air.

“Haaahaaa ... heeeheee ... Oh my God! ... I can’t ... P ... P ... Pleeeeeeeaaaase Sssssstooooop...”

But they didn’t stop. I felt the sensation building. The tickling was maddening. Having my body exposed was humiliating. My next humiliation would eventually happen. The thought of it just brought me closer to the edge.

“And now, lucky number eight!” The woman shrieked as Ms. Jansen called her up, “You win the prize and get to tickle that gigantic clitty! I think it grew another two inches longer today!”

When I heard that I looked down to see if it actually grew. I couldn’t see, but realized that Ms. Jansen must have been teasing. At least I hoped she was teasing. If it got any bigger, I’d have trouble hiding it from the world under my clothes. Thinking about that made my clitty twitch.

I felt the ladies being moved around. The two armpit ticklers moved up, one on each side of my head. That made room for my nipple ticklers to shift up which then made room for my clitty tickler to step in and attach from above. My clitty was so engorged, it already stuck far out from its hood, but she pulled the hood back further, completely exposing my humiliating clit. She went right to work on it with a vibrating tickler.

“Noooooo ... Not th ... th ... that ... Haaahaaahaaahaa ... Haaahaaahaaahaa ... MmmmmMmmmmMmmm...”

I switched between laughing and moaning as the tickling of my body parts came into and out of focus in my mind. The tickling on my feet and pits made me laugh. The tickling on my sensitive nipples, swollen cunny lips and huge clitty made me laugh and moan. All of a sudden, my eyes shot open as a new sensation came quickly on me. It must have been hidden by all of the other stimulation I was under.

“Wait ... Please ... Haaahaaahaaahaa ... I’m gonna pee! Haaahaaahaaahaa ... I’m gonna pee like a little girl!”

They didn’t stop and didn’t take long for the sensation to overtake my body and a thick yellow stream shot out of my cunny.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh ... Ahhhhhhh...”

The redhead ducked and rolled out of the way. She avoided getting spashed by my pee. Everyone else kept up their attacks. My clitty was even being tickled while I peed. I thought about how humiliated my Mom was when she was tickled until she peed. I hoped my torture would end when my pee stream subsided, but I was wrong. They kept right on going.

“Haaahaaahaaahaa ... Haaahaaahaaahaa ... Heeeheeeheee...”

The redhead didn’t step back in right away. Ms. Jansen got between my legs. I couldn’t see what she was up to, but the realized that she was attaching the clamps to my cunny lips to spread them. I was going to be tickled inside my cunny!

“Please ... I ... I ... I’ve had enough. Haaahaaahaaahaa ... Haaahaaahaaahaa...”

Ms. Jansen finished her work and the redhead got back into position to use her vibrating tickler on my now completely exposed inner cunny.

I laughed, moaned, shrieked, begged, pleaded, wiggled and thrashed. Nothing made them stop. I knew they wanted to totally humiliate me. Gone was the confident girl strutting around the stage, commanding the audience. She was replaced by a sweating mess who could hardly breathe.

“Everybody STOP!” Ms. Jansed ordered. All at once the tickling stopped.

Thank God! All I could do was breath at that point. I got three or four deep breaths in before...

“GO!” and the tickling resumed.

“Noooohoohoohoo ... Please stop ... Haaahaaahaaa ... Heeeheeeheee ... No mohohohooore...”

The redhead and my clitty tickler teased me with their vibrating ticklers. They knew just how far to go without making me go over the edge. I needed to get over it though. I needed to have a giant squirt cum in front of all these ladies. I needed to totally humiliate myself. Not only would that be the only thing to stop the tickling, I just needed to be humiliated.

“OK. Time for our HEAD cheerleader to get in on the fun!” Ms. Jansen said.

Oh my God. I’d forgotten about Debbie. I glanced over and saw her naked in her heels rocking form one foot to the other, rubbing her clitty with her thighs. She was waiting for a trigger to be pulled like a bullet in a gun. I noticed that she held her hands behind her back.

“Finish her,” Ms. Jansen ordered.

I expected Debbie to jump in and start tickling me somewhere. Instead, she just strode over and slowly brought out what she had been hiding behind her back. My mouth shot open when I saw it.

“No ... Please Debbie ... I ... c ... can ... can’t take that again ... heeeheeeheee...”

She held out a long string of beads, similar to the ones Ms. Connor used on me last night that made me squirt cum so hard. Instead of a string, the beads were all connected by plastic, making it one solid piece. She held the base in her hand.

“These vibrate!” Debbie said as she turned it on. She ran the beads under my chin and over my cheeks so I could feel the vibration. I knew where these were going. Right up my horny little butthole.

The others kept up their attacks. I could feel all of my body parts being tickled simultaneously, but each part came into focus when particularly sensitive spots were hit, like the underside of the tip of my clitty.

Debbie kicked off her heels, making her totally naked. I saw her apply some lubricant to the beads, slowly rubbing it on as she looked into my eyes. I maintained eye contact throughout my torment as she slowly walked around and between my legs. The redhead shifted over to make room for Debbie who squatted down.

She used her finger to slowly apply some lube to my twitching butthole. I tried to push down to get her finger inside. I needed this humiliation and I needed this torture to end. I wasn’t sure how much more tickling I could take. My feet, armpits, nipples, cunny and clitty were all being simultaneously tickled.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard Ms. Jansen’s voice, “Nobody stop until you’re told to.”

I laughed and begged throughout this slow torturous anticipation. Debbie maintained eye contact as she put the vibrating tip of the beads against the rim of my butthole. She licked her lips as she slowly and steadily slid all of the beads up my butthole.

“Uuuuhhhhhhhhh ... Uhhhhhhhhh ... Uhhhhhh...” was all that came out of my mouth as each vibrating bead entered.

Debbie held the beads in place for a moment. Then she held up her other hand, with one finger up mouthing the word, “Ooooone...” She waited a moment, then two fingers up, “Twooooo...” Her third finger went up, “Threeeee...” She slowly started sliding the vibrating beads out one at a time. At the same time the redhead and my clitty tickler switched from keeping me at the edge to pushing me over it.

The sensation was overwhelming. I felt it build for a moment, silently opened my mouth wide then grunted as the first wave or orgasm hit me and a thick stream of squirt shot out of my cunny. It spashed right onto Debbie and the redhead. The didn’t move, they just kept up what they were doing.

I grunted as each bead was pulled out and wad after wad of squirt shot out. Some squirt even hit my feet ticklers.

The ladies cheered, but maintained their tickling.

Finally the last bead exited and I thought my ordeal would be finally over. But Debbie had different thoughts. When I thought I’d finally be allowed to calm down, She pushed the beads all the way back up my butthole and moved them in and out with a steady rhythm, making me squirt hard again.

The squirts slowly got smaller and smaller, and the waves of orgasm weakened, but wouldn’t stop. I felt like I was going to pass out, when Ms. Jansen finally stepped in.

“OK. I think she’s been humiliated enough for now.”

All at once the tickling stopped. Debbie yanked the beads out of my butthole for the last time as a final wave of orgasm came over me. Ms. Jansen released me and helped me down onto the floor. I just laid there trying to breathe and watched as the ladies rolled around in a giant lesbian orgy.

When I was able to stand, Debbie grabbed my hand, “We have to get out of here. Let’s to get cleaned up.”

She guided me to the ladies room where we washed up as best we could. We went back to the dressing room, fixed our hair and got dressed. Debbie had on her nice outfit, still braless. I had on my ridiculous frilly top, micro skirt, stockings and toy heels.

The orgy was still going on when we left.

Debbie was quiet as we walked the two blocks to the car and then on the ride to my house. So much had happened. She was totally in charge at first, but it seemed we were equals for a while. Then I was in charge for a time until my final humiliation. The way we were now dressed told me how things would wind up. Debbie was the head cheerleader. But we both knew that Ms. Connor was ultimately in charge.

When we got to my house, Mom’s car was in the driveway and Ms. Connor’s was at the curb. Debbie parked and we walked to the house. I guess I was getting a bit used to be so exposed, because I paid no attention to see if anyone was looking or if my hem needed to be adjusted. I just waked into the house like it was perfectly natural.

Debbie called out when we got inside, “Hello!”

Mom and Ms. Connor came out of the kitchen. Mom was naked and Ms. Connor was wearing Mom’s flowery robe and had a cup of coffee in her hand.

Mom ran over and gave me a big hug and kiss. Ms. Connor just looked me over as we went into the living room.

“God, you’re a mess!” She turned me around and looked me over. “I see Ms. Jansen got to you,” she said about the marks the flogger left on me. “Strip!” she ordered.

“Ms. Connor, maybe...” Mom started.

“Quiet!” Ms. Connor ordered, shutting Mom right up.

I undressed in the living room as Ms. Connor and my Mom watched.

Ms. Connor looked at Debbie, “Is everything done?”

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Debbie replied meekly.

“Good, now you strip. I want to see you.”

Debbie quickly undressed and Ms. Connor checked her over thoroughly. She ran her fingers over the red marks that I gave Debbie with the cane. “Did Tissues do this?” she asked. Debbie winced when Ms. Connor ran her finger along the stripe over her clitty.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Debbie replied again, then shifted uncomfortably, “That IS what you wanted, right? Ms. Martin said...”

“Of course, its what I wanted,” Ms. Connor cut Debbie off. “OK. Go up and shower. Tissues stinks like cunny squirt!”

We both couldn’t get away from Ms. Connor quickly enough and ran up the stairs.

We showered together. Debbie had me wash her hair, which still had my cunny squirt in it, and then wash her body. She made me use my bare hands instead of a rough washcloth. I enjoyed washing her. I really enjoyed touching her body all over, but I also loved the act of serving her.

Debbie stepped out of the shower and left me to clean myself up. It was now clear that she was back on top.

When I was done, Debbie had already left the bathroom. I wrapped one towel around my head and another around my body and went downstairs.

Everyone was in the kitchen. When I stepped in, Mom was at the stove naked. Debbie was sitting at the kitchen table naked except for the towel around her head. Ms. Connor was still in Mom’s robe.

Ms. Connor looked at me like I had five heads. “Uh ... naked!” She pointed at the towel covering my body.

“Oh! Sorry,” I removed the towel, folded it and laid it over the back of a chair. “I forgot that I must get naked in front of you when we’re here.”

“Don’t you want to be naked for me all the time?” Ms. Connor asked.

I blushed, looking down at my feet. “Y ... y ... yes, of course I do,” I replied.

Aside from three of us being naked, we sat and enjoyed the dinner Mom prepared. We talked about cheerleading, school and anything other than the events of the last 24 hours. Mom and I did the dishes.

We had coffee after dinner. Ms. Connor said that she decided that we should rest for the remainder of the evening. She told the other girls not to come by tonight. She reminded us of the new rules. Mom had to be naked all the time at home and still had to pee outside. I had to be naked when Ms. Connor was here. She said that I was in charge and that I could talk to her about changing rules or making new ones, but for now she would have to approve of any changes.

After a little while, Ms. Connor and Debbie got dressed and left me and Mom alone.

As soon as the door closed, Mom started, “Anna what did they do to you? I...”

I put my finger to her mouth to stop her.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Mom. And I’m not Anna anymore. My name is Tissues now.”

“Are you going to make me stay n-n-naked?”

“Yes, I like you naked.”

“And pee outside?”

“For now.”

“OK, I’ll obey you ... for now.”

We giggled and hugged each other tight.

“I like being naked for you, Tissues. But, aren’t you going to get dressed?” Mom asked.

“Not tonight. I think clothes might irritate my flogger marks. We should go upstairs and put some lotion on.”

We went up to the bathroom and tenderly applied lotion to each other’s bodies.

“Maybe we should get to bed early tonight. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.” Mom said when we were done.

“Good idea. I want to watch some TV first to relax,” I replied, “Let’s watch in your bed.”

“That sounds nice,” Mom said and wrapped her arm around my waist.

We watched TV in bed until we fell asleep naked in each other’s arms.

The End