Blondie's Humiliation Stories

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Chapter 11: The Bubble Bath
Sat Feb 9, 2008 9:50pm

Under Brenda and Becky’s Thumb

Well, again I have to apologize for taking so long in between the accounts of my humiliating travails at the hands of Brenda, Becky and the others from Roosevelt High. You see, I’ve been trying to put it out of my mind, but of course, considering the magnitude of my shame, that’s impossible to do. So I may as well finish what I have started, for posterity’s sake, and for the sake of anybody still interested in reading this.

Here’s a refresher, for those of us with short memories: My junior year is finished, but I still have a few incidences to relate that occurred during the year. When we last communicated, Brenda and my sister Becky had thoroughly humiliated me at the mall, where I was put through my paces at Victoria’s Secret, and I even had to buy a teddy and my own bra and panties. I am completely at their mercy. The one time I tried to defy them I found myself stripped naked at a public beach, then later forced to don one of my sister’s swimsuits to add to my degradation. I have been threatened with more severe punishment and more public nudity should I cross them up again. After the beach experience, I fully believe them, and I certainly have no desire to experience anything like that again.

Much to my detriment, Brenda and Becky have become quite good friends; in fact, they have formed quite the bond, and when the two of them put their scheming, devilish heads together, it doesn’t bode well for me. Whenever I would be home and Brenda would come over, a certain amount of fear would sweep over me. It was tough enough just dealing with Becky, but like I say, when the two of them got together, it was usually bad news for me.

It was a couple of weeks after the mall misadventure that things took another distressing turn. It was a Sunday evening, and I wasn’t in a very good mood. I hadn’t had much sleep the night before, I had lost a bet on the football game, and Brenda was at the house visiting. That combination was enough to make me very irritable. I was lying on my bed reading a homework assignment when Becky and Brenda barged into my room without knocking. Their purpose was to ease their boredom by teasing me. I was in no mood for their shenanigans.

“Hi, Blondie,” sung Becky as the two of them stood over me with smiles on their faces. “Whatcha doin’?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I answered. “And could you please knock next time? This is my room, you know.”

“Ooh, it must be that time of the month for Blondie,” teased Becky.

“Maybe Blondie’s afraid we’ll surprise him while he’s massaging his little weenie,” Brenda chimed in. They both laughed. “Or maybe he was just about to try on his new pretties from Victoria’s Secret.” Again the girls laughed as I was blushing and becoming exasperated with them.

“Hmm, what a great idea, Brenda,” Becky pronounced. “Blondie, we’re kinda bored right now. How would you like to model your lovely new lingerie for Brenda and me?”

My guard was down and I spoke without thinking. “Eat shit, Becky, and get the ... out of my room!” I shouted. I could tell from the look at the astonished faces of the two girls that I had made a critical mistake.

“Okay, that’s it, Blondie,” reprimanded Becky. “I’ve had quite enough of your attitude lately. And to act like that in front of my guest…you’re going to pay for this. Come on, Brenda, we need to talk.” They retreated, and when they got to the door Becky turned around and pointed her finger at me. “Don’t you leave this room until we get back, do you hear me?” Becky was quite stern. I hadn’t answered, so she repeated herself a little louder. “DO YOU HEAR ME?” I nodded my head submissively. Becky stormed out, while Brenda stood at the door, looked at me, and puckered her lips while giving me a fake kiss. She grinned broadly and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone to ponder my fate.

I lay on my bed trying to study, but I couldn’t concentrate worth a damn. My mind was racing, and I was dreading what diabolical conspiracy they were devising. At least fifteen minutes had gone by before the grinning girls reentered my room, again without knocking. To my dismay, Becky was holding the bag that I recognized from Victoria’s Secret. She noticed me gazing at the bag with a look of apprehension. “Does this look familiar, sweetie? How about this?” She reached in the bag and pulled out the lavender-colored bra and panty set. “Remember how cute you looked in these?”

“Please, Becky, I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me earlier. I’m just… really tired. Honestly, I didn’t mean it.”

My pleas fell on deaf ears. “Well maybe next time you’ll think twice before giving me any of your dirty lip. In the meantime, you need to learn a lesson. You’re going to put on your new bra and pretty panties, then swish your way out to the living room. Brenda and I are hungry, so maybe you can serve us dessert. Then, if you’re real nice we’ll put on some music and let you entertain us by dancing on the coffee table for us in your new outfit. Now strip off those boy clothes and make yourself pretty for us. We’ll be waiting for you in the living room. You’ve got five minutes.” Becky dropped the repulsive garments on my bed and started to walk away, but stopped to watch Brenda as she approached me.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” teased Brenda as she reached down and pinched my blushing cheek. “You’ll look stunning in your pretty new undies. And I have a feeling you’re going to be quite the dancer.” With that the terrible twosome walked out and shut the door behind them. Their giggling resonated through my door as I stared at the girls’ underwear on my bed.

I slowly, deliberately started stripping off my clothes. I couldn’t believe I would have to wear the bra and panties again. I tried to comfort myself by the fact that at least I wasn’t in a public place. But Brenda and Becky were enjoying my disgrace way too much, and the thought of serving them and then (oh, God) having to dance on the coffee table for their entertainment while wearing girls’ underwear...that was a dreadful notion. But I had no recourse; to disobey them would mean much worse repercussions down the road. Shuddering, I slipped the panties over my naked body. I pulled the bra around my chest, managing to clasp it in the front. Then, while looking in the mirror, I pulled the straps over my shoulders and took in the very discomforting reflection. I actually turned around to see how I looked from the rear, and then chastised myself for doing so. I remember thinking that from the rear, I could probably pass as a girl (which would only give the girls more ammunition to tease me with), what with my slim, slight features. Fortunately I had grown some hair on my legs. It was blond, and not that noticeable, but at least it was something. I sat on the bed with my head in my hands, desperately wishing this whole thing had never happened to me. My moment for self-pity would be short-lived, though, as I heard Becky’s voice hollering from the living room.

“Blondie, we’re waiting,” said Becky, singing the word “waiting.” “Come on out and shake those hips for us.” Loud giggling from the two girls ensued.

My sweaty hand was on the doorknob when I heard what at the time was music to my ears. The front door opened, and I could hear the voices of my mom and dad. They had come home from a movie much earlier than expected. Of course, Becky wouldn’t want our parents to know of the depravity she was inflicting on me. I’ve even considered telling them about it, but squelched that idea when I realized that if Mitch found out then I’d be dog meat. In any case, for the moment I thankfully had a reprieve, and I turned around to get dressed. Just as I did, Brenda walked in. My back was to her as I scrambled for my clothes. “Oh, Blondie, how cute,” taunted Brenda as she squeezed my pantied ass before I managed to pull up my jeans. I didn’t bother stripping off the underwear; I simply put on my jeans and tee shirt right over them so Brenda wouldn’t see me naked. I turned around and Brenda smiled at my blushing face. “Thanks for the sneak preview, Blondie. We’ll have to pick this up where we left off sometime.” She exited the room with a giggle as I felt a pang of anxiety over the prospect of a repeat performance, but breathed a sigh of relief over escaping certain humiliation that night.

More Roosevelt Humiliations

My respite didn’t last very long. At school the next day I had just finished eating lunch and was kicking back, taking in a few rays while leaning against the Roosevelt statue. I should have known better than to go near that damn thing—it seems like every time I do something awful happens. Sure enough, my daydream was interrupted by the ominous voice of Brenda. “Blondie, how nice to see you,” she greeted me cheerily. I wasn’t fooled by the cheerful voice. I opened my eyes and saw the smiling faces of Brenda, Becky, Marcia and Cheryl. Brenda and Becky sat on either side of me while Marcia and Cheryl stood facing me, looking on with interest.

“I hear you look positively adorable in lingerie, Blondie,” teased Marcia. “It would be a treat if you could put on a fashion show for us sometime.” They all giggled.

“Oh yes,” said Becky as she took the cue. “He makes a lovely little girl.”

As the giggling persisted I became increasingly uncomfortable. That condition was about to be exacerbated as Becky inched a little closer to me while reaching into her purse and pulling out a tube of lipstick. A sudden fear swept over me as I eyed the lipstick tube like it was a rattlesnake ready to attack. “Can you believe he told me to ‘eat shit’ last night? I mean is that any way for a young girl to talk?” She continued her monologue while she leaned over and brought the lipstick to my lips. I retracted my head, at which point Brenda reached over and pinched my left nipple as hard as she could, causing my eyes to well up from the sharp pain. “Hold still, darling,” continued Becky. “Maybe if you look more like a girl you won’t talk to your fellow females so rudely.” She applied the lipstick, much to the merriment of my tormentors. What was it about these girls that they got off on feminizing me? “That’s a good little girl, Blondie, now hold still while I put on a little blush.” She looked at me closely. “On second thought, your cheeks are blushing on their own, you don’t need this. Yes, you look marvelous. Here, have a look.” Becky opened up the compact from her blush and held a little mirror in front of my face. I was chagrined to see a youngish-looking boy with bright pink lipstick and very red cheeks. I looked around, and felt fortunate that no one else had witnessed my latest debasement. But Becky, as though reading my mind, took care of that in short order. She pointed to two coeds standing and talking to each other about twenty feet away. “Do me a favor, Blondie, and go over and ask if any of them have any eye shadow you can use. If you come through with some eye shadow, I’ll leave you alone and let you wipe off the lipstick. If you don’t? Let’s see, if you don’t…then you have to wear your new bra and panty set to school tomorrow.”

I tried to find a way out of the predicament. “Please, Beck, I’m really sorry for yesterday. I PROMISE it won’t happen again.” Becky would have none of it.

“Go, little girl, before I put you over my knee and give you a spanking. And rest assured, I’ll pull down your panties and give you a bare-assed slapping that you’ll never forget.” The girls laughed yet louder. I needed no more prodding. I reluctantly made my way over to the two girls. I decided to take the direct approach.

“Excuse me,” I said, as I got close. “Do either of you have any eye shadow?” I folded my lips inside my mouth in an effort to hide the lipstick. For a moment I was successful.

“Why do you want eye shadow?” asked one of them, a petite brunette. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

“It’s for my sister over there.” I pointed to Becky and folded my lips again. This latest exchange served two purposes, both of them to my detriment. One, while I spoke, my newly painted lips were exposed to the two girls. Two, when I pointed out Becky the two girls turned and saw my four tormentors laughing heartily while observing the three of us. The two coeds sized up the situation, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was the victim of a Roosevelt High hazing. The faces of both girls lit up. They pounced on the opportunity to join in the festivities.

“Come on now, ‘fess up, the eye shadow is for you, isn’t it?” asked the brunette. Both girls were giggling.

“N-no, really,” I stammered, “It’s for my sister. Please, can I just get some?” I was blushing crimson, looking down at the ground. The brunette was enjoying herself. It seems that almost everyone at Roosevelt has a mean streak.

“How cute,” she continued, “He’s like a little schoolgirl, wearing lipstick and blushing like that. I’ll tell you what, you can have some eye shadow if you let me put it on you.”

I figured that to agree would be the only way out of this nightmare. “Okay,” I said resignedly.

She eagerly reached into her purse and produced some light blue eye shadow. When she reached up with the applicator, I instinctively closed my eyes. While she applied it, I could hear my sister and her friends in the distance laughing hysterically. I heard the friend of the brunette squeal, “Oh shit, I can’t believe this!” Indeed, neither could I. When she was done, the brunette stepped back to admire her effort.

“Oh yes, little schoolgirl, you look lovely.” Again, giggles abound. I had had quite enough, and turned to walk back over to my other tormentors. “Thanks for coming by, cupcake.” I walked from two giggling girls to four wildly laughing ones. As I approached them, the bell sounded, signaling the next class.

“You can go clean up, Blondie,” said Becky through tears of laughter as she handed me a Kleenex. “But I still owe you for what you said to me last night.” I quickly wiped off the lipstick, spitting out the awful taste. I ran straight to the bathroom, which fortunately was empty. I used soap to wipe off the eye shadow. I shivered, angst-ridden at the possibility that Becky still had a reprimand in mind.

Sure enough, it came just a few short days later. In spades.

  • Roosevelt HumiliationsBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:22am
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    • Chapter 2: Pantsless in HomeroomBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:34pm
      Roosevelt Lore Over two months have gone by since the forgettable wedgie experience at the hands of the two sophomores, Mitch and Reggie. Even though I’ve been spared any more attacks (so far)... more
      • depantsedDoug gragg, Tue Apr 16 2:28am
        As I was a person that was depantsed on several occasions, I find your stories to be very real. Your descriptions of that actual deed and fear of having pants taken are so, so close to reality.
      • Underwear all daytoastershout, Mon Jan 23 7:58am
        I would preferred those corduroys stayed up on the flagpole. Imagine him reporting to every class all day in just his shoes socks and underpants! Especially phys ed. He'd had to run laps outdoors and ... more
      • A Humilation ClassicShyboy, Thu Feb 28 5:16am
        Classic and as far as my writing attempts inspirational, Thanks for these stories and thanks for reposting! Shyboy
    • Chapter 3: Stripped in the CarBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:33pm
      Cafeteria Humiliation I’m now completely under the power of Mitch and Reggie, and probably Reggie’s girlfriend, if she’s so inclined (and I think she probably is; I remember when I... more
      • Chapter 3: Stripped in the CarBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:33pm
        The Threat of Public Nudity “Okay, Blondie,” Mitch said, “Take a good look at this little area on your left. We’re going to turn left here, go around the block, and then... more
    • Chapter 4: The Naked CrawlBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:31pm
      Still Shy of Puberty It is now the last month of my sophomore year at Roosevelt High. Much has happened since my last entry in this chronicle of my harrowing humiliations. I regret to say that my... more
    • Chapter 5: Bus Stop HumiliationBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:30pm
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    • Chapter 6: Naked and Molested in the AuditoriumBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:27pm
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      • naked ina theatherdouggragg, Sun Nov 18 5:28pm
        I had very similar experience but all boys in a movies house
      • Chapter 6: Naked and Molested in the AuditoriumBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:29pm
        The Flashlight After about fifteen minutes of inactivity, my sorry situation took a turn for the worse. First I felt Mitch’s hand take my right wrist and pull it towards him, resting it on the... more
    • Chapter 7: Brenda's RevengeBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:25pm
      Payback Well, unfortunately I have another humiliation to recount. It took place on the last day of my sophomore year at the hands of Brenda, my new nemesis, with the help of some of her friends. As... more
      • Attempted PaybackShyboy, Thu Feb 28 5:25am
        I always did like this chapter and though "you" paid dearly for payback and revenge on Brenda I liked the way you attempted to do so. The ending of this chapter here,with Brenda describing how in... more
      • Chapter 7: Brenda's RevengeBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:25pm
        The Unveiling She pulled her mouth away from my ear. “Here we go, folks,” she called out. “Is everybody ready?” A resounding affirmative emanated from the entertained... more
    • Chapter 8: The Soccer FieldBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:08am
      Miss Farnsworth Has Her Way With Me Well, I suppose I should finish telling you about my last day as a sophomore. As you may recall, I left you with my experience in homeroom that morning. Brenda had ... more
      • Chapter 8: The Soccer FieldBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:25am
        A Lunch Date With Brenda In the hallway I heard Brenda’s familiar voice calling out to me. “Oh, Blondie,” she called out, her voice singing my name. I stopped in my tracks and shut... more
    • Chapter 9: No Day at the BeachBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:06am
      Starting Puberty I’ve now completed my third year at Roosevelt High. The one positive is that at least physically I’m finally showing the beginnings of maturity. I’m a few inches... more
      • Chapter 9: No Day at the BeachBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:06am
        A Most Embarrassing Drive Home I finally reached my car. In my haste I fumbled with the lock and dropped the keys on the ground a couple of times. Once I got the door open, I sat down behind the... more
    • Chapter 10: Victoria's SecretBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:01am
      Under Becky’s Control I know it’s been a while since I’ve chronicled my latest disgraces at the hands of my sadistic tormentors. You see, it’s quite difficult for me to... more
      • Chapter 10: Victoria's SecretBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:02am
        I shook my head forlornly, now absolutely miserable. I just wanted to get it over with. “That one you have your hand on will be fine. I’ll take it,” I said as I started walking... more
        • Chapter 10: Victoria's SecretBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:04am
          The Measurement I shook my head, incredulous at the fix I was in. Again I waited in my naked state. I crouched down again, my hands in between my legs. A few moments later there was a knock at the... more
    • Chapter 11: The Bubble Bath — Blondie., Sat Feb 9 9:50pm
      • Chapter 11: The Bubble BathBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:51pm
        Denuded It was a mid Saturday afternoon. I came home after playing two hours of basketball. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and Becky was away on an overnighter somewhere with Brenda. I... more
    • Chapter 12: Spanked and PantiedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:49pm
      Disciplined I shivered in my nudity as my sister Becky led me by the hand down the hall towards her bedroom. Brenda playfully squeezed my butt as she walked behind us. I reached back with my free... more
    • Chapter 13: The Slumber PartyBlondie., Sat Feb 9 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... more
    • Chapter 14: PetticoatedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:46pm
      A Peek Inside the Panties Julie led me through the hallway and into Becky’s bedroom with her right arm around my bare shoulders. In her other hand she carried a large Victoria’s Secret... more
      • Re: Chapter 14: PetticoatedBobby Lee, Tue Aug 18 12:43pm
        A very lovely story to read. I was humiliated all my growing up years as I wore a dress and lived as a girl with my sister and mother.
      • Chapter 14: PetticoatedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:47pm
        The Ruffled Panties Felicity was all too willing to oblige. I felt violated as she knelt down, reached up my dress (oh my God, I just called it “my” dress—I mean “the”... more
    • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:42pm
      Alone With a Little Devil While I was being put through my paces in the awful party dress, I noticed with a bit of trepidation that Julie was reaching for the dreaded bag again. “Come with me,... more
      • Felicity the Humiliatrixpixiemuledonkey, Sat Mar 12 4:25pm
        i love this chapter so much. There are so many great and excruciatingly humiliating scenes in Blondie's stories, but this is one of my favorites. Devious, precocious (and hairless) Felicity has a... more
        • Humiliatrix IndeedBlondie., Mon Mar 14 1:34pm
          Considering how effective Felicity's off-the cuff humiliation techniques are at the tender age of 13, one can only imagine the magnitude of humiliation she would impose on her victims with a little... more
          • I agreelongitude, Sun Nov 6 7:13pm
            I agree with what both of you are saying here. This is one of (hard to choose) my favorite chapters. I too, can put myself in the shoes of any character, and it is a fun dynamic, either way. I like... more
            • Re: I agreeBlondie., Mon Nov 7 10:36am
              Thanks for the comments, longitude. As far as TR goes, I'm really trying not to take so long between chapters, but right now it's beyond my control. I could do a hurry-up job, but I hate to put... more
              • awesomelongitude, Mon Nov 7 10:59am
                Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.
          • Further Femdom Feats of Felicitypixiemuledonkey, Sun Apr 3 12:55am
            i would welcome any further stories about Felicity and her adventures in dishing out erotic humiliation! i suppose that went without saying, but just in case you might not have gotten the impression... more
            • Joy of Felicitylongitude, Wed Nov 9 1:44pm
              Evil her, brings us joy (ha). These stories are so good, they make me want to eat, drink, and be Mary (couldn't resist the joke). At one time, I thought some of the stories being acted out would be... more
            • Good Ol' FelicityBlondie., Mon Nov 7 10:32am
              I'm happy to see that one of my favorite characters (if not the favorite) has elicited these responses. I really should reintroduce her some day. Somehow I missed this post and just now caught up... more
      • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:44pm
        Naked on the Bed Felicity grinned wickedly at me for a few seconds. I stood there on the stool, still bent over at the waist. Without a word, she lifted one leg, then the other, freeing the panties... more
        • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:44pm
          Blondie, Blondie Had No Hair “Now be a real sweetie and help me find a pair of scissors.” She started rummaging through the nightstand drawer. I stood there, stunned at what was about to... more
    • Chapter 16: Shake that AssBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:40pm
      Yet More Feminization “I think it’s time we go join the party, Blondie,” declared the smiling Felicity. “Your guests are anxiously waiting for you. I’m sure Mitch... more
    • Chapter 17: Hairlessness RevealedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:46am
      High Heels I continued shaking my hips back and forth to the music, holding the babydoll up my back. With my bare ass exposed, the delighted spectators goaded me on. “Go Blondie! Go Blondie!... more
      • Chapter 17: Hairlessness RevealedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:46am
        “The Secret” Revealed It happened at the end of one of my strolls to the other side of the living room. Julie and Felicity were waiting for me. Felicity had a mischievous grin on her... more
    • Chapter 18: ShrinkageBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:43am
      Naked on the Barstool When the laughter had settled down somewhat, Brenda went into the kitchen and returned carrying a high barstool. She set it down right behind me. “Have a seat, Smoothie.... more
      • Chapter 18: ShrinkageBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:44am
        The Pool The door swung open and the amused group led me outside. The pool light was on and the entire area was well lit. The chilly air—I’d say the temperature was in the mid-forties,... more
    • Chapter 19: Behind the Eight BallBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:39am
      The Lopsided Contest Well, I’ve finally mustered up the courage to tell you about the rest of the degradations I suffered at the slumber party at the hands of the ruthless evildoers from... more
      • Chapter 19: Behind the Eight BallBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:40am
        “Oh yes,” agreed Brenda, “We really need to find out. I’ll bet it’s not much more than five inches.” “Okay, here’s the deal,” said the keyed up... more
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