Chapter 6: Monica Stripped to Her Underwear
Tina Minsky smiled when she heard Dr. Withers' directive over the intercom: "Tina, could the three of you come in here, please?" Her smile expanded to a grin when the request was followed by Monica Prescott's anguished "No!," which was loud enough to be heard through the closed door almost as clearly as it was over the speaker.
For the twenty-three-year-old Tina Minsky, life at work had become considerably more interesting—if not downright pleasurable—ever since the Prescott case was dropped on her boss's lap. Dr. Withers had filled her in on the nature of the case, including some of the details. When Ms. Minsky first became aware that Dr. Withers' therapy would involve humiliation of her patient, her interest level piqued considerably. And, truth be told, when Monica first came in the office and Tina saw how pretty she was, it fueled her fire even more. Since that moment Tina has taken considerable pleasure in teasing, tormenting and humiliating Monica Prescott whenever given the opportunity.
Prior to Monica's second session, Dr. Withers asked Tina if she knew of two high school students, preferably a girl and a boy, who might be interested in "helping" out in Miss Prescott's next session. It took Tina only a few moments to decide that Paula, her sixteen-year-old sister and Ricky, her fourteen-year-old cousin would almost certainly be excited to partake. Dr. Withers agreed to it and Tina contacted her sister. Tina filled her in on the situation and indeed Paula was quite enthusiastic.
Tina also invited her cousin Ricky, but was rather vague with him as to what it would entail. Tina enticed him to attend by telling him that he might get to see a scantily clad, pretty young lady. She thought it might be fun for all (well, maybe not for the guest of honor) to witness the innocent young teenager's surprised reactions. Indeed, thought Tina, Ricky's wide-eyed look of wonder when Monica was forced to remove her blouse in the waiting room (an occurrence the reader hopefully recalls from a previous chapter) definitely added to the moment.
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Tina, Paula and Ricky entered Dr. Withers' office to find two ladies standing near a set of four empty chairs that were arranged in a semi-circle. One of the ladies was fully dressed and had an air of confidence about her. The other lady was stripped to a black bra, a pair of charcoal pants and high heels. There was decidedly not an air of confidence about her, as she was hunched over with her hands crossed over her chest. She had quickly turned her back to the new occupants.
"Please," greeted Dr. Withers politely. "Come in and join us."
The grinning trio eagerly strode across the room, all three with their eyes focused on the nearly-naked back of the cowering Monica Prescott.
"Dr. Withers," said Tina after they congregated. "I'd like you to meet my sister Paula and my cousin Ricky."
"Nice to meet you," said Paula while shaking her hand and looking her in the eye. Ricky shook her hand without taking his eyes off Monica and was too dumbstruck to speak.
"My pleasure," responded Caroline Withers. "And thank you for volunteering your time. Your presence will be very beneficial for my patient," she said while motioning with her hand toward Monica. "Monica, can you please turn around and face your guests? Please be respectful. Paula and Ricky took time out from their busy day to voluntarily assist me with your therapy."
The blushing Monica slowly turned around, keeping her eyes downcast and her arms firmly across her chest. Dr. Withers broke away and pulled an armless chair from against the wall and placed it a few feet away, facing the other four chairs.
"Monica, you can sit here, and the rest of us will have a seat in the other four chairs. Please, everyone, be seated, and we can continue with Miss Prescott's session. I think Miss Prescott has made some progress and with everyone's help here today I'm hoping we can make further strides." When everyone was situated Dr. Withers said, "Please just give me a moment while I go over a few things in Miss Prescott's file."
While Dr. Withers pretended to be poring over the papers in her lap, her three accomplices sat grinning at Monica, who still had her arms across her chest and her head down. The room was silent, and it was an excruciating experience for Monica Prescott, which of course was exactly what Caroline Withers had in mind.
After a couple of minutes, she looked up from her papers and said, "Monica, I'd like you to sit up straight and fold your hands on your lap. And hold your head up and face your guests."
Slowly, Monica lowered her hands to her lap, exposing her bra, which covered her miniature-sized breasts. She took in the grinning expressions on the faces of Tina, Paula and Ricky, which sharply contrasted with her own miserable one. The boyish Ricky's expression unnerved her the most; he was practically salivating as he ogled the bra and surrounding smooth, bare white skin of the pretty young lady in front of him.
The agonized Monica was almost relieved when Dr. Withers spoke again.
"Okay, I think we're ready to continue with Monica's therapy. I think we should begin by explaining to the newcomers exactly what we're trying to accomplish here. Monica, maybe you can tell Paula and Ricky why you're here."
Monica was none too keen on discussing her situation with these strangers. "Um....I....I got arrested and was....convicted for...." Monica looked down as she tried to formulate the words. "...for improper behavior while I was teaching." She stopped there, hoping that would suffice. Dr. Withers would have none of it.
"You need to be more descriptive, Monica. What was the nature of your 'improper behavior'?"
"Well, I.....I believed in....students sometimes needed discipline, and I found the best way to punish them was by embarrassing them....or shaming them."
"Tell us what type of methods you used to embarrass and shame your students, Monica," said Dr. Withers.
"I wanted to embarrass them as much as possible," Monica responded. "I usually had them take off some of their clothes. At least a couple of times I had them take off
all of their clothes. It was very effective, making them strip in front of their classmates. I never had a repeat offender."
Dr. Withers had a slight smile on the corner of her lips over Monica's attempt at justifying her illegal behavior. It was time to throw it back at her. "You are sitting there in front of us stripped to your bra. I imagine you're pretty embarrassed yourself right now," said Dr. Withers.
Monica flushed while fidgeting in her seat. "Yes," she simply said with downcast eyes.
"In any case," explained Dr. Withers, "The school administrator was the type who thought outside the box. She suggested utilizing psychiatry as a form of rehabilitation instead of giving Monica a prison sentence. The judge was open-minded and gave Monica the choice, and she chose to come see me over the prospect of serving time in prison. So, everything you see here, though it may seem unconventional, is all for the benefit of Miss Prescott's rehabilitation."
And in no small way also for my own pleasure.
"If Monica cooperates, and if in the end I decide that she is rehabilitated, then she can avoid her prison sentence."
Paula leaned forward and raised her hand.
"Yes, Paula?"
"Dr. Withers," said Paula while looking at Monica. "You can tell by Monica's red face that she is very embarrassed to be exposing her bra and....and her underdeveloped chest to us. Is embarrassing her part of the rehabilitation process?"
Dr. Withers smiled, both at the question and at the immediate intensification of Monica's blush. "Yes, Paula, that is correct. If I can make Monica feel the same level of embarrassment—if not more—that her victims felt, then hopefully in the future she will be more sensitive and think twice before acting on her deviant impulses."
"Great idea, Doctor," replied Paula. "Are we going to embarrass her even more than we already have?" she asked hopefully.
Dr. Withers smiled wider. "As a matter of fact, I was just about to move things along. Monica, do me a favor and move your chair out of the way, and stand up, facing us."
Everyone watched attentively as the hapless Monica rose and pushed her chair off to the side, then stood facing her small audience with her arms across her chest. Dr. Withers smiled slightly, then continued.
"Before I asked you all to join us, Monica was telling me about her punishment of a student named Ginger. Poor Ginger was forced to take her blouse off in front of her classmates, which is why Miss Prescott is standing here with her bra on display for us.
"When class ended that day Miss Prescott asked Ginger to stay after class so she could escalate her humiliation—and her own
pleasure, truth be known. She also asked for three volunteers to witness the event, which is why I invited you in here today."
All three of Dr. Withers' companions sat up in their seats in anticipation.
"We're going to do some role playing," continued Dr. Withers. "Monica will play the part of Ginger, of course, and let's see....Tina, you've read the transcripts covering Miss Prescott's treatment of Ginger, so you are familiar with what transpired that day. Would you be interested in stepping into Miss Prescott's role?"
Dr. Withers had planned this course of action ahead of time. She had seen Tina in action and was impressed with her natural ability to tease and embarrass Monica Prescott—not to mention her obvious enjoyment of doing so. Plus, it appeared to Dr. Withers that the humiliation needle moved up a notch for Miss Prescott whenever Tina was involved. By passing the torch (so to speak), Caroline Withers could just sit back and enjoy the proceedings. Knowing Tina, it would not be surprising if she varied from the script, thought Dr. Withers. She smiled outwardly at the possibility.
Monica flinched when Dr. Withers tapped her receptionist to become directly involved in her "therapy." Ms. Minsky seemed to take way too much pleasure in Monica's humiliation, in her estimation. Plus, there was something else....something in the way that Tina looked at her that made her uncomfortable. She had seen the look before, and it was usually from a man that was figuratively undressing her with his eyes.
Meanwhile, Tina Minsky thought she had died and gone to heaven. She was already taking pleasure in watching Dr. Withers embarrass her patient, and now she was being asked if she would like to play a major role in the pretty young lady's humiliation.
"Yes!" answered Tina. "I'd love to!"
"Very well then," said Dr. Withers. Tina's eagerness brought a smile to the doctor's face. "Please proceed."
Tina looked at Monica and smiled. Then she put on her stern face. "Ginger, you've been a naughty girl and I'm afraid I'm going to have to further your punishment," she said authoritatively.
Dr. Withers felt an adrenaline rush and was already becoming sexually aroused. It was quite apparent that Tina would not disappoint her.
Tina continued. " 'Yes, Miss Prescott' would be the appropriate response, Ginger."
If Monica could have opted to be struck dead by lightning at that moment she probably would have availed herself that option. She even momentarily considered the alternative, that being a prison sentence. She immediately dismissed the notion and chose to endure what most assuredly would be a humiliating experience.
"Yes, Miss Prescott," she said meekly while staring at a displaced fiber on the rug in front of her.
"Good girl, Ginger," responded Tina. "Now for your punishment I would like you to walk around the room in your underwear for us. So, you're going to have to take off your pants."
Monica had to know this was coming, since that is what she made Ginger do, and she knew that Tina had read the transcripts. But it still felt as if she had been hit with a sudden jolt of electricity. And the surprised, leering grin on the 14-year-old Ricky's face didn't help matters.
"P-please," said Monica. "I know what I did to Ginger, but..."
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You are Ginger!" hollered Tina, not letting her get out of character. "And you'll address me as Miss Prescott, or you'll be prancing around the room naked for us in a heartbeat. Now take off your pants before I have Ricky and Paula do it for you."
Dr. Withers beamed. There was no question who was in control.
"Talk to me, Ginger," persisted Tina.
"Yes, Miss Prescott."
Monica, nearing tears, reached for the button of her pants. She knew four sets of eyes were soaking in her every move. Momentarily delaying the inevitable, she paused to kick off her 2 1/2-inch heels while internally fighting to dig up the courage to take the next fateful step. She took a deep breath, unbuttoned her pants and lowered them to her ankles, exposing her black hipster panties and her long, slender legs. Ricky, who had yet to utter a word, was beside himself and let out an unintentional yelp, which drew a giggle from his seatmates.
"I'll take those," said Tina as she sprung from her chair and approached the beleaguered Monica. Monica dutifully stepped out of her pants and handed them over. "Thank you, Ginger," said Tina as she looked Monica up and down and grinned lasciviously. "You look ravishing." Tina sauntered back to her seat, draping Monica's pants over the back of her chair. She grinned and nodded at the smiling Dr. Withers before sitting down.
Monica, now wearing nothing but her matching bra and panty set, stood trembling with her arms crossed over her chest. Her level of embarrassment had reached a level she had never experienced—or even thought possible.
And she knew all too well that her embarrassment would somehow soon intensify.
loving the combination of 'revenge' (in essence by the state at the hands of the psychiatrist) melding with the woman's own desires... only one small change I might have made is that Dr. Withers was privately pleased (enjoying it herself) that Tina went 'off script' and publicly annoyed at the (very marginal) chance the 'victim' might realise that 'hey, if this was illegal for me...' (and pick up a button camera/leave her phone recording in her bag to capture Tina's instructions, etc).
