Blondie's Humiliation Stories

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Chapter 13: The Slumber Party
Sat Feb 9, 2008 9:48pm

A Reprimand From Becky

My anxiety level was peaking as Becky led me by the hand down the hallway. I felt the hem of the pink nightgown brush against my ankle with each step. The nylon material brushed against my freshly shaven legs, reminding me of my new condition. I looked down at my hairless arms and shuddered at my emasculation. The festive voices of the girls became more evident as we neared the living room. I stopped in my tracks, extremely reluctant to continue on. The spaghetti strap of the nightgown fell from my right shoulder, and I reached up and replaced it. Becky was not pleased with my impertinence.

“I’m starting to lose patience with you, Blondie,” reprimanded my sister. “Look at me.” I looked up at my sister. Her face was close to mine. She had a stern look on her face, but at the same time there was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. It was evident that she was thriving on her power over me. She pointed a finger at me as she spoke. “This is your last warning.” Her voice had risen, and the banter in the living room had stopped. I could tell they were listening intently. “I’ll put you over my knee and spank you in front of everybody if you don’t obey. And rest assured, I’ll pull your nightgown up and pull down your panties when I do. Would you like me to do that?” I heard the gasps (most assuredly at the nightgown and panties reference), then the giggling from the living room as I shook my head dejectedly. “All right, then, let’s go entertain our guests.”

Greeting the Guests

As I was escorted to the clearing in the entrance to the living room, there were shrieks of delight from the surprised audience. Becky led me to the middle of the room and let go of my hand, stepping away and leaving me standing alone to be ogled by the entertained crowd. My face glowed as I looked down at the carpet, wishing it would open up and swallow me whole. Several moments passed while I stood there and listened to the laughter. The girls seemed overcome with glee as I wallowed in my humiliation. Becky and Brenda approached me in tandem and guided me towards the excited girls, who were all seated on the large, L-shaped couch. Several beer cans were scattered on the coffee table.

“Come, come, Blondie dear,” said Becky. “Let’s not be rude. Say hello to our guests.” I still hadn’t looked up, but I remember the uncomfortable feeling of sensing that there was an unfamiliar guest sitting on the far end of the couch. Becky started the introductions at the other end. “You remember Cheryl, don’t you, Blondie?”

Cheryl extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Blondie,” said the grinning Cheryl as I shook her hand. “That’s a lovely nightgown you’re wearing,” she teased. I remained silent, which elicited a reprimand from my sister.

“I told you not to be rude,” she scolded as she took my chin between her thumb and fingers and turned my face to hers. “Now thank Cheryl for the nice compliment she gave you.”

“Thank you, Cheryl,” I replied submissively. Cheryl smiled and a couple of the girls sniggered. Becky led me to the next girl, as it became apparent that part of my humiliation would be to ritually greet each of the guests.

“Say hello to your good friend Marcia,” instructed Becky.

“Hi, Marcia,” I complied.

Marcia stood up and gave me a big, wet kiss on my right cheek. “Hello, Blondie,” she said. “I’m so glad you could join our slumber party tonight.” There was silence, so I felt compelled to respond, to avoid another reprimand.

“Thank you,” was all I could muster up. This only brought on more giggling from the amused guests. Somehow my face flushed brighter. I felt Brenda tugging on my right elbow, leading my to the next guest. I looked into the grinning face of Joanna. Becky prodded me by pressing her elbow into my side.

“Hi, Joanna,” I said. She just sat there grinning at me, saying nothing. Again I felt Becky’s elbow in my side. I didn’t know what was expected of me, but I knew I had to say something. “I’m glad you could make it,” I blurted out. Laughter all around. Joanna continued to torment me by looking me up and down with the same grin on her face. I was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable, if that was possible. “How have you been?” I continued, feeling really ridiculous now. At this point Joanna could hold back no longer, and broke out into convulsive laughter, which was shared by everyone else in the room at my expense. My face turned yet redder.

“Oh, Blondie,” laughed Joanna through her tears. “Are we going to have some fun with you tonight!” I cringed, knowing this was all too true.

I was turned towards the other part of the couch and confronted with another familiar face. Being faced with Julie, the salesgirl from Victoria’s Secret was bad enough. But I glanced to her left, and sitting next to her was the girl I didn’t recognize. To my chagrin, she looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. My humiliation was going to be bad enough, but somehow this treatment before a much younger girl just exacerbated my anxiety. I didn’t have time to dwell on it, as Becky directed my attention to the salesgirl.

“I know you remember Julie,” said Becky. Of course. How could I forget? My infamous trip to the mall that day has left an indelible impression on me.

“Good evening, Blondie, it’s so nice we could meet again,” greeted Julie as I accepted her outstretched hand. “I see you’ve developed quite a liking for girl’s clothes. I don’t recognize the piece. Are you cheating on me? Do you shop somewhere besides my store?”

I fumbled for an answer. “Uh, I think this is Becky’s,” I responded weakly.

“Oh, well don’t worry, I’ve brought a few samples from the store.” She pointed to a large tote bag on the floor next to the couch. It had a “VS” emblem on it.

“Maybe later you can model some of them for us.”

I didn’t answer, and again felt an elbow digging into my side, a little harder this time. “Yes, uh…thanks,” I eked out the response. The evening was getting worse and worse.

Julie turned to the girl on her left. “I’d like you to meet my sister Felicity. Felicity, Blondie.” The little girl stood up and reached out with her right hand.

“Nice to meet you,” I forced out as I shook her hand.

“No, it really is my pleasure, Blondie,” she grinned. “My sister has told me all about you, and I’ve just been dying to meet you.” I sensed a degree of precocity in the girl, and had an uneasy feeling that it didn’t bode well for me.

“Today, Blondie,” offered Julie, “is Felicity’s thirteenth birthday. Brenda called me earlier and told me that you would be here tonight, and when I told Felicity...well, let's just say it's the most excited I've seen her in a long time. Doesn’t that make you feel special, Blondie?” Everyone giggled with delight and waited for my answer.

“Very special,” I responded sarcastically in a low tone. The girls again laughed, taking pleasure in my misery.

“Can you wish Felicity a happy birthday, Blondie?” interjected Becky.

“Happy birthday,” I managed to mumble.

“Why thank you, Blondie. And I know you are being sincere about that.” I remember thinking that this girl really spelled trouble.

Staving Off Exposure

“Who needs a beer?” shouted out Becky as she headed to the kitchen. This effectively ended the formal greetings. I stood awkwardly in front of Julie and Felicity for a few moments until Joanna tugged at my hand. Marcia moved closer to Joanna, leaving just enough room for me to squeeze between them as Joanna pulled me down to the couch. There was no question as to who would be the center of attention. The teasing continued unabated.

“Ooh, Blondie, your arms are so nice and smooth,” cooed Marcia as she ran her hand up and down my right arm. “Joanna, feel Blondie’s arm, it’s so smooth and silky.”

Joanna, without missing a beat, stroked my left arm. “You’re right, Marcia, soft as velvet. Are you this smooth all over, Princess?” She reached down in an attempt to pull up the nightgown, but I managed to fend her off. “Oh, you’re such the bashful one, Princess,” she giggled. “Maybe later we can see if you’re smooth all over.” I cringed, both at the usage of “Princess” and the thought of what may lay in store for me. Again she stroked my arm while planting a playful kiss on my cheek. “Whatcha sportin’ down below, Princess?” Joanna was on a roll now and there was no stopping her. She put her hand on my waist and felt for my underwear. “Let me guess, you’re wearing a pretty pair of panties, aren’t you, Princess?” Indeed, she was fiddling with the elastic of the panties (notice how I can’t bear to call them “my” panties) through the nightgown. I squirmed in my seat, hoping to stave her off. Joanna’s grin became wider, and she raised her voice in exultation. “I think he’s wearing panties, girls! Are you, Princess? Are you wearing panties? Come on, little sissy-boy, you can tell Auntie Joanna, are you wearing your pretty little panties under there?” Again she motioned to pull up the nightgown, and again I fought her off.

“Please, just leave me alone!” I implored. I was on the verge of tears, but managed to hold them back. I certainly didn’t need to give them more ammunition to tease me with.

Brenda interceded, and it was to my detriment. “Why don’t you tell us all what you’re wearing under your nightgown, sweetheart.”

I knew better than to challenge Brenda. There were a few moments of silence, as I had considerable trouble vocalizing the word. “P-panties,” I finally said, very softly.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Speak up, dear, so we can all hear you,” ordered Brenda.

“Panties!” I screamed out, almost defiantly. Laughter was abounding. Joanna pounced on the moment.

“What color are your panties, Princess?”

I fidgeted nervously. “Pink.”

“Do you like wearing your pretty pink panties, Princess? Are you getting excited?” Joanna was relentless. She tried to reach for my penis, but I pulled her hand away. Everyone was laughing, rollicking in Joanna’s taunting. “Well, do you, Princess? Do you get off on wearing your sissy panties?”

“Please, no…”

“Oh, you say no, but you mean yes, don’t you, Princess? Say it. Say, ‘I love wearing my pretty pink panties, it makes my little clitty all excited.’ Say it, Princess.”

The giggling among her cohorts was building toward a crescendo. “Oh, Joanna, you’re too much!” laughed Cheryl.

I knew there would be no letup until I relented. I took a deep breath and uttered the painful words. “I love wearing my pink panties.” That was all I could muster, and it didn’t satisfy my tormentor.

“They’re ‘pretty’ pink panties, Princess. Say it, and tell us why you love wearing them.”

I really wanted to cry now. I closed my eyes tightly and said in a quivering voice, “I love wearing my pretty…my pretty pink panties…because it makes my c-clitty…my little clitty… all excited.” The laughter was more boisterous than ever now, as I sat there, my face glowing ever so brightly.

Led Away by Julie and Felicity

After the laughter subsided, Julie rose and picked up her bag. “Come with me, Blondie, and we can have you slip into something a little more comfortable.”

I looked up at Becky with a pleading look on my face, somehow hoping she would intervene. “What are you looking at me for, girlfriend? You heard Julie, she wants you to go with her; now get your little ass up.” As I got up from the couch I felt a pinch on my rear end. I brushed Joanna’s hand away, catching a glimpse of her devilish grin as I did.

“Felicity, would you like to join us?” asked Julie.

“Indubitably,” Felicity answered with a grin as she jumped from her seat (all too enthusiastically, from my perspective).

Julie laughed, saying, “I assume that means ‘yes.’” Julie put her arm around my shoulder as she led me toward the bedroom, the eager Felicity close behind. “Isn’t she just too smart for her own good, Blondie?” I didn’t answer; I was hardly in the mood to engage in dialogue. When we reached the hallway, Julie squeezed me closer to her and put her mouth to my left ear. “Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll be gentle.” The salesgirl and her precocious little sister giggled heartily as they led me towards further humiliation.

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