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Chapter 12: Johnny Boy
Mon Feb 12, 2018 1:50pm
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One afternoon Natalie, Andrea, Kayla and I were finishing up our lunch when there was a brief pause in the conversation. I was in a playful mood, and thought it might be fun to pay a visit to a couple of our recent victims.

"Shall we go check in on the boys?" I asked. As you may remember, we last left Johnny Boy in his underpants at his familiar spot under a tree near the football field and stands. His friend Robert末I call him Bobby, which he apparently doesn't like末was with him at the time. He had tried to interfere and help his friend. Gallant gesture, but foolhardy. I told him he would pay for that someday, and my parting shot was that under no uncertain terms the two of them were to hang out in that same spot every day during the lunch hour. It had been about a week and a half since then, and it felt like a good time to make sure they were following my directive.

The girls all smiled at my idea, and were more than ready to go. Kayla seemed especially eager, since she hadn't yet joined the group when we had our moment with Johnny Boy. She seemed to really enjoy our humiliation experiences with Ruby and Tina, but I got the impression that she was even more interested in humiliating the boys. Nothing I could put my finger on; it was just a few subtle things that I picked up from our various conversations over the last week or so.

As we neared the tree I could see that Johnny was sitting there, but he was by himself. That just would not do.

"Johnny Boy!" I shouted when we were within earshot. Startled, Johnny looked up in trepidation as we approached him. "Nice to see you, Johnny," I said. "I'd like you to stand up and meet someone." As Johnny warily stood up I said, "Johnny, this is Kayla. Kayla, Johnny Boy."

"Hi, Johnny Boy," said Kayla, offering her hand, which Johnny halfheartedly accepted. "I'm so glad to meet you. I'm really sorry I missed you the other day," she said with a devilish grin.

"Why isn't Bobby here?" I asked, putting an end to the pleasantries.

"I....I don't know," answered Johnny feebly.

"I told the both of you that I wanted you here every day. And he is not here. This is not good. Does Bobby not understand the importance of following my directions?"

"I...I'm not sure," said Johnny, obviously at a loss for words.

"Do you understand the importance of following my directions?"

"Yes....y-yes I do."

"I'm not sure you do, Johnny. If you did you would have made sure that your friend was here with you. And he's not here, is he, Johnny?"

"No, but...."

"No buts, Johnny," I interrupted. "I told both of you what I wanted, and one of you has disobeyed me. I'm holding you both accountable. And you both are going to have to be punished."

"I'm s-sorry," said the now very anxious Johnny. "I didn't think..."

"That's right, Johnny, you didn't think. If you would have thought this out you would have made sure that Bobby was here. You've been a bad boy, Johnny. And do you know what I do to bad boys?"

I took hold of his tee shirt from both sides and pulled it from the confines of his jeans. "I punish them," I said. I put my hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "And do you know how I punish bad boys, Johnny?" The obviously frightened Johnny didn't answer, so I helped him out. "I'll tell you what I do. I get them very, very embarrassed." Johnny's breathing became heavier. "Remember how embarrassed you were the other day when I had you stripped to your underpants?" It was a rhetorical question and I didn't expect an answer. "Trust me, I can make you even more embarrassed than that." I paused and soaked in his look of apprehension with delight. "How do you think I can do that, Johnny?"

"P-Please," answered Johnny. "I'll...I'll make sure he's here next time."

"I'm sure you will, Johnny. But as we've established, he is not here right now. And we wanted to see both of you. And you need to be punished. And you need to be more embarrassed than you were last time. How should we accomplish that, Johnny?"

"I d-don't know," he answered, his voice cracking slightly.

"Well, let's think this through. Last time we stripped you to your undies. You were very embarrassed. I know that, because your face was quite red. Now we're looking for a way to make you even more embarrassed. So, unless you have a better idea, I was thinking that maybe we could take your underpants off this time. Do you want to be naked, Johnny?" I love asking that question. It always elicits a wonderful reaction, either audible or physical末usually both.

To this day no one has ever answered in the affirmative. <giggle>

"No! Please!" begged the wide-eyed Johnny.

I took hold of his shirttail and began lifting it up. Without my prompting Andrea and Kayla took the initiative and began removing his shoes and socks.

"Let's get those arms up, Johnny," I directed. As Johnny raised his arms he let out a barely audible whimper, which I really enjoyed. Subtleties like that truly add to the humiliation experience for me.

I pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Johnny crossed his arms over his chest, looking miserable. He was now barefoot and shirtless, a helpless victim waiting for my next move. It was fantastic.

"Can you put your hands behind your head for me, Johnny? Good boy. Elbows out to the side. That's it." I looked at him and smiled. "You look so cute with your hairless underarms on display for us like that." The girls giggled and Johnny blushed brighter while I beamed with pleasure. He really did look adorable, with his soft, youngish features. So innocent looking, and blushing beautifully.

I moved behind him and starting at his elbows I slowly, teasingly ran my fingers down his arms, across his nipples and down his sides. He shivered deliciously when I did that. My hands came to rest on his belt buckle. I looked around and noticed that a few students had gathered nearby and were watching attentively, which I'm sure wasn't lost on Johnny.

"You have an audience again, Johnny," I said while unbuckling his belt. "You're becoming quite the rock star, aren't you?" His breathing became more rapid as I unbuttoned his jeans and fingered his zipper. He jerked his body slightly because of my proximity to his privates, which brought a smile to my face. "Don't worry, Johnny Boy, I'll be gentle with you," I teased.

"Please," he begged softly. "Please let me go."

"Are you wearing your tighty-whities again, Johnny Boy?" I asked, ignoring his plea. He didn't respond, so I said, "Answer me, Johnny."

"Yes," he said so quietly I could barely hear him. "Please...please don't..."

"That's good, Johnny Boy. You look awfully cute in your little white briefs. I'd like you to wear your tighty-whities every day for me," I said. "Will you do that for me, Johnny?"

"Okay," he yelped softly.

As I pulled down his zipper I said, "Look at Kayla." Kayla was grinning widely in anticipation, her perfectly white teeth contrasting nicely with her dark complexion. "Kayla hasn't seen you in your tighty-whities yet. I think she's really looking forward to it."

"Please don't....don't do this!" he shrieked.

I was about to pull down his jeans when an inspiration hit me. I love it when I get inspirations while in the midst of a humiliation episode. I pulled his zipper partway up so his jeans wouldn't drop, then I let go. They hung from his hips, somewhat precariously.

"Andrea," I said as I walked around Johnny to face him, "Could you Google "Best Marching Songs" on your phone for me?" I'm not sure if Johnny knew where this was going, but a few people were giggling while Andrea did her search, so some of them had a pretty good idea.

"Got one!" called out Andrea.

"Great," I said. "Just cue it up for me and I'll let you know when. Make sure your volume is up all the way. Oh, and Natalie, if you wouldn't mind getting a video, that would be great. I have a hunch this will be a good one."

"Got it!" said Natalie.

I looked up at Johnny. "Since you said please, I'm not going to pull your jeans down. Okay, Johnny?"

He wasn't quite sure what to make of that concession, but he responded, somewhat hopefully, "Okay. Thank you." It was really cute.

"But in return, I want you to do something for me, okay Johnny?"

"Okay," he said in a high-pitched voice.

"In a minute Andrea is going to play some nice marching music for us. I'd like to see you march." I studied Johnny's face and waited. I think being under such duress must have affected his cognitive functioning, because it was a good five seconds before he realized what the ramifications would be from lifting his legs up in the air. His wide-eyed expression when it kicked in was priceless. "You can just march in place, Johnny," I instructed. "But I want you to get those knees up, just like you would if you were in a marching band. And make sure your hands stay behind your head."

I turned back and nodded to the grinning Andrea. Right on cue the sounds of marching music filled the air. I found out later the piece is called, "Radetzky March," by Johann Strauss Sr. It was perfect.

Initially Johnny remained motionless, unable to do my bidding. Of course, this was a temporary condition, as was the status of his jeans.

"March, Johnny Boy!" I shouted. "I want to see you march! Lift those legs up!"

Johnny, who (quite deliciously, I might add) was struggling to prevent the result that was certainly a foregone conclusion, ever so tentatively lifted his feet a few inches off the ground. Even that small effort caused the tops of his jeans to begin their descent, thus exposing the top two or three inches of his underpants, much to the delight of the onlookers. One could already hear a small buzz from the crowd as their anticipation built.

"Higher! That's not a march! Get those knees up!" I demonstrated by lifting one knee, then the other to waist-high.

Johnny knew is fate was sealed. To the steady musical beat of the Strauss march, he began marching in step. Within seconds, amidst the gradually escalating howling from his admirers, Johnny's jeans dropped to his thighs, where they ever-so-briefly stalled at his knees before his next steps brought them down to his ankles unabated. There was a considerable uproar, Johnny was blushing brilliantly, and I was in seventh heaven. I could not have pulled that off any better, and I was giggling with giddiness. But I wasn't quite done.

"Keep marching, Johnny Boy!" I yelled through my laughter. Much to everyone's merriment, Johnny clumsily continued to lift his legs to the beat of the music, even though his jeans impeded his movements. When his jeans started to turn inside out around his feet, Andrea and Kayla zealously jumped in and stripped them completely off. All the while, Johnnie obediently continued to march to the rhythm. It was almost like the music was a driving force, and he couldn't stop末like he was possessed!

I took advantage of the moment. I went behind him and gave him a gentle shove. "March forward, Johnny! Circle the tree!" And he did. Three times.

He looked so funny, all red-faced, embarrassed as all get-out and marching around the tree in his tighty-whities. It is probably the funniest thing I've ever seen, and judging from the hilarity emanating from the spectators, I don't think I'm alone in that assessment. I'm giggling right now just thinking about it.

*   *    *

That's as far as we went that day. I had fully intended to strip Johnny Boy naked during that encounter, but all things considered I decided that we had reached an extremely high level of humiliation, and that going further may have been somewhat anticlimactic. Best to save his first naked exposure for another time末though in retrospect it would have been awfully exciting to make him march around the tree naked. I have to admit I'm getting turned on just fantasizing about that. So if you'll excuse me, I need to go take care of something. <giggle>

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