Blondie's Humiliation Stories

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Chapter 9: No Day at the Beach
Sun Feb 10, 2008 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 taller since my last account and, though my development is still well behind what it should be, during the early part of my junior year I finally started sprouting some pubic hair, a change I was most grateful for.

I regret, though, that I have to report that I have a few more tales to tell about more indignities suffered at the hands of my tormentors during my junior year. I had made up my mind during the summer that I would not succumb to these assholes any longer. I had decided to put my foot down, regardless of whatever threats they used. The following is an account of how and why that objective failed miserably.

An Attempt at Defiance

As it happened, on the third day of school I was in the courtyard when I spotted Brenda and Joanna standing near the Roosevelt statue. I made eye contact with Brenda and she used her index finger to motion me to come to her. My initial thought was to just ignore her, but I decided to put into force my new plan not to submit any more.

“Hi, Blondie,” Brenda smiled as she greeted me. “It’s good to see you, we’ve missed you the last three months.”

“What do you want? I asked defiantly.

“Don’t you cop an attitude with me, Blondie Boy. My shoe’s untied, would you kindly bend down and tie it for me?” It was clear that Brenda wanted to re-establish her dominance over me. I tried to nip it in the bud.

“F*ck off, I’m not your plaything any more,” I boldly replied as I walked away.

“We’ll see what Mitch has to say about that,” she yelled back at me. “You’re in TROU-ble.” The last word flowed mellifluously from her lips.

For the rest of the day I was a nervous wreck. I remembered all too well Mitch’s threat to tie me up naked on Main Street should I ever go against him. Though it was unspoken, the warning had evolved to include his cousin Brenda and her friends.

It so happened that I was getting a ride home from a friend that day. I darted straight from my last class to my friend’s car. Thankfully he was waiting inside for me. We sped off, so at least temporarily I was spared. That was a Wednesday, and I also escaped unscathed the next two days. I was beginning to build up a comfortable feeling of complacency, thinking that maybe since I was sixteen years old and a junior that they would leave me alone and channel their sadistic interests towards a freshman. Oh, how wrong I was.

Introducing Becky

I guess at this point I’ll have to introduce you to another prominent character in this sordid humiliation I’ve been subjected to. I’ve been trying to leave her out of this account, mainly because it hits a little too close to home, and it’ll be painful for me to talk about. But maybe if I do it’ll serve as therapy for me. Well, here goes: The other character is my sister Becky. Becky is eleven and a half months younger than I. We’re at the same grade level, as we both just made the cutoff point in grade selection, her on the lower end and I on the upper end. In fact, she sits directly behind me in our homeroom class, and she has realized considerable enjoyment over my embarrassing episodes at the hands of Mitch, Brenda, et al. You see, a couple of years ago, when I was fourteen and she was thirteen, I did something pretty nasty to her, and she has never forgiven me. It was a Saturday night and our parents were out. I had a friend over. Becky was taking a bath. My sister and I had been fighting of late, as siblings often do. I wanted to piss her off, so I got the bright idea for my friend and I to go into in the bathroom while she was lying in the tub. The lock on our bathroom door was one of those that could be tripped simply by inserting a knife into the keyhole. Successful with that, we barged in there and gazed wide-eyed at my naked sister. I want to tell you, she screamed so loud I think the walls shook. Her legs were kicking wildly, water was splashing every which way, and she was swearing like a sailor. It was quite dramatic. Of course she told my parents, and I was grounded for the rest of the month. But that punishment hardly appeased my sister. She swore she would get even with me. Up until that fateful day in September, she hadn’t taken a role in my humiliations; she seemingly was content to sit back and enjoy herself by observing my many disgraces at the hands of my tormentors. But unbeknownst to me she had linked up with Brenda and Mitch. She was soon to have the upper hand in our sibling rivalry—in a big way.

Stripped at the Beach

It was a Saturday, and three days had passed since I had stood up to Brenda. It was a warm, Indian Summer-type day. I had been out late the night before, and I decided to take a drive to the coast and sack out on the beach. I remember Becky whispering on the phone as I was walking out the door. I realized later that she was probably informing either Brenda or Mitch of my plans.

The beach was fairly crowded. I managed to find an open spot amongst a gaggle of sun worshipers, where I laid out my towel and plopped down on it. It wasn’t long before I dozed off. I don’t know how long I was out before my sleep was rudely interrupted (now that’s an understatement!). I was on my stomach, and by the time I was awake enough to become responsive, my hands were handcuffed behind my back and my swimming trunks were being pulled down. They were already past my knees, and before I even had a chance to kick my legs they were pulled off of my feet.

To my utter horror, I was completely naked in the middle of a public beach.

“Oh God! Oh God!” I screamed. The ensuing moments are a little vague, but I recall scrambling to my feet in an absolute panic. I remember the pain in my wrists as I pulled against the manacles of the handcuffs, trying desperately to cover my nudity. I bent over at the waist, trying to cover my modesty by lifting one leg across my crotch. I recognized the grinning faces of Mitch, Becky, Brenda, Marcia, Joanna and Cheryl. They had all come to witness my humiliation. I looked around, and there was no place to hide. My only two options were to run into the water or in the opposite direction to the bathroom. Either way I would have to run well over a hundred yards amidst dozens of very interested spectators. I opted for the bathroom. I looked straight ahead, not making any eye contact, but of course I knew that all eyes were on me. I heard the considerable giggling and laughter. I ran as fast as I could, frantically seeking shelter. I was hunched over as much as possible, running with my knees together, trying to maintain as much modesty as possible. In retrospect, running in this position probably just made me look even more ridiculous. Mitch and the girls were running alongside me and laughing heartily. Man, what a humiliating feeling! I cringe as I recall the terrible ordeal.

Temporary Sanctity

At long last I reached the stairs that led to the bathroom. I was relieved to find the bathroom door unlocked. I ran in there, but before I could close the door Mitch and the girls followed me in, locking the door behind them. I sat down on the toilet, leaning over with my chest on my knees. My tormentors were all laughing uncontrollably at the spectacle they had just witnessed. “Please!” I cried out. “Unlock my wrists and let me get dressed!”

“We’ll do that, Blondie,” answered Mitch. “But you’re gonna have to do what we tell you to do from now on or it’s just gonna get worse for you.”

“Okay, okay!” I answered. “Just let me get dressed and go get my keys and go home!” I was near tears.

“You can do that. Give Blondie his swimsuit, Becky,” said Mitch as he unlocked the handcuffs.

The Swimsuit

I was relieved to have my hands free and I used one hand to cover my crotch and the other to reach out towards Becky as she reached into her bag to pull out the suit. Becky had a mischievous grin on her face as she tantalized me, feigning that she couldn’t find them. Finally she pulled out a swimsuit, but to my horror, instead of my swimming trunks she pulled out a bright, magenta-colored girl’s two-piece swimsuit with a tie bikini. I recognized it as one of Becky’s.

“Here you go, Blondie,” chortled Becky. “This color should look beautiful on you.” There was laughter all around.

“Come on, I can’t wear that. Please, can I have my trunks?”

“Okay, suit yourself,” answered Becky as she threw the swimsuit at me. She laughed. “Get it, Blondie? Suit yourself. Ha-ha-ha. You’re going back out there with us, either in your birthday suit or the swimsuit. You choose.”

“Make it snappy, Blondie,” pressed Mitch.

I momentarily sat there naked while pondering my hopeless plight. I couldn’t bear to go back out there naked again. I looked down at my feet, where the bikini and top lay on the ground. I shook my head at my desolate situation. I still had to go back to the beach and get my keys, knowing it would be futile to ask any of them to retrieve them for me. No matter what, my humiliation would be extreme.

Suddenly, Mitch grabbed my elbow. “All right, that’s it, we’re going out,” he said as he pulled on my arm.

“No! Okay, I’ll wear it!” I screamed while pulling my arm free. I guess my decision was made. Amongst the giggling, I turned my back to the group and reached down for the bikini bottom. Grimacing, I pulled it up my legs, carefully tying both sides. I welcomed the coverage, though the femininely styled hipster would not have been my first choice. I looked down at the top and turned around to face my captors. “Please, can I just go like this?”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” replied Becky as she reached down and picked up the top. “It’s a matching set.” She took my shoulders and turned me around. “Here, slip your arms through here,” she said, holding it in front of me. It had spaghetti shoulder straps and tied in the back. As I sullenly obeyed, she continued to tease me as she tied it up. “This isn’t a topless beach, silly girl.” The laughter continued at my expense. Becky steered me to the mirror above the sink. “Check it out, sweetie. You look hot!”

“Oh, shit,” I said to the tune of a chorus of laughter. My cheeks were at least as dark as the magenta-colored suit. I looked down to see my small genitals outlined by the form-fitting spandex material. “Oh, God,” I muttered forlornly. There was more laughter as the group followed my gaze. I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t so bad, but realistically I knew otherwise. The next few minutes would undoubtedly be all but unbearable. But I had to get it over with. I opened the door a crack and peeked through. The beach was as crowded as ever. I closed the door and closed my eyes momentarily. It had to be done. I took a deep breath, opened the door and started running towards the beach.

“Don’t even think about taking your top off!” yelled Mitch.

What a sight I must have been. Mitch and company really whooped it up, clapping and cheering, drawing immediate attention to my mortifying predicament. I ran down the stairs and made my way towards my towel and keys. Of course, all eyes were on me and the laughter was coming from all sides. I even heard a couple of wolf whistles. It’s hard to say which was worse, the swimsuit or the nudity. I wouldn’t wish either on anybody.

I reached my destination and to my utter chagrin I couldn’t find my keys and towel. I ran around in circles, probably resembling a chicken with his head cut off, searching desperately. For the life of me I couldn’t find them! Then I heard Brenda’s voice calling out to me. “Yoo-hoo, Blondie!” she yelled. I turned around and saw her standing about fifteen feet away from me. “Looking for these?” she asked teasingly as she dangled my keys in front of her. I darted toward Brenda and she took off running. For the next couple of minutes I chased her as she zigzagged around the beach, laughing all the while. Finally I caught her, tackling her down to the sand. “Help! I’m being attacked by a lesbian!” she screamed. She was laughing so hard it was easy for me to pry the keys from her grasp. I got up and started running towards the parking lot. By now most of the sunbathers were laughing hysterically. Their day at the beach had become quite memorable.

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        Classic and as far as my writing attempts inspirational, Thanks for these stories and thanks for reposting! Shyboy
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    • Chapter 9: No Day at the Beach — Blondie., Sun Feb 10 8:06am
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      • 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.
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    • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:42pm
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      • 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
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          • 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
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            • Joy of Felicitylongitude, Wed Nov 9 1:44pm
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            • Good Ol' FelicityBlondie., Mon Nov 7 10:32am
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        • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:44pm
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    • 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
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    • Chapter 18: ShrinkageBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:43am
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      • Chapter 18: ShrinkageBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:44am
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    • Chapter 19: Behind the Eight BallBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:39am
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      • 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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