Tommy's Debasement

[Blondie]

Chapter 21: The Moment of Truth

Facing His Nemesis

"I'm waaaaiting," Karen sing-songed, her voice dripping with amusement as she beckoned the ill-fated teenager.

Tommy quickly forgot about the throbbing pain in his freshly spanked backside as he realized, with dread, that the ever-mischievous Karen was mere moments away from pulling down his vitally important underpants. He risked a wary glance at his tormentor, who was grinning with an impish delight.

Karen curled her finger, motioning for him to step forward. He hesitated but knew resistance was futile. He had exhausted every possible escape route, and now all that was left was to stand there, blushing furiously, and endure whatever Karen had in store for him.

As he shuffled toward her, red-faced and defeated, Karen gave him a slow once-over, savoring the moment. "Here we are again. Feels like déjà vu, doesn't it?" Of course, this was a rhetorical question, and Karen unwaveringly continued, while Tommy continued to look forlornly downward. "Only this time, you're not going anywhere. We both know that, don't we?"

She paused, allowing the moment to hang in the air, before flashing a teasing smile. "That’s right, Tammy, I’m about to slowwwly tug down these cute little undies, and then, at long last I'm going to see that little pee-pee of yours that your sister and your wannabe girlfriend have been telling me all about."

She turned slightly, sharing a conspiratorial grin with Sally and Cindy, both of whom were hovering eagerly at her shoulders. Their giggles only deepened Tommy’s mortification.

A hush fell over the gymnasium. All eyes were glued to the energized eighth-grade girl and the absolutely miserable seventh-grade boy. The tension crackled in the air as everyone was waiting, watching, and hoping.

Tommy stood in front of her, his red face pointing downward and his hands firmly cupped over the negligible protrusion in his white underpants.

Karen firmly took hold of Tommy’s hips and adjusted him just so—ensuring he was in the perfect position for her undertaking. His hands, however, were still stubbornly covering the front of his underpants. That simply wouldn’t do.

"Put your hands on your head, please," Karen instructed, her voice sweet but firm.

Tommy hesitated for a second before grudgingly interlocking his fingers behind his head, a position that was becoming all too familiar to him.

"Ah, much better," Karen cooed, clearly tickled with her power over her submissive victim. Then, as she looked up at him, another idea struck. “Actually….hold onto your elbows.”

Tommy sighed but obeyed, stretching himself out in a way that only made him feel even more vulnerable.

Karen’s smile widened as she gave him an approving once-over. “Excellent!"

Without further delay, she reached down and grasped the bottoms of Tommy’s underpants with her slender fingers.

"Now, while I’m pulling these down, you are to stay exactly like that—no moving your hands. Is that clear?"

Tommy mumbled something under his breath.

Karen turned her head and cupped a hand around her ear. “What was that, Tammy?”

Tommy swallowed hard. “Y-yes….it’s clear,” he responded woefully.

"Good boy!" Karen chirped before giving him another wicked grin. “Now, before I do this, I’d like you to ask me very nicely if I would please pull down your little underpanties and take them off so you can be naked.”

The second she said it, peals of laughter rang out from Sally and Cindy, and they weren’t the only ones showing their amusement.

Tommy, his face burning, could barely force out the words. “C-could you… p-please pull down my under… my underpants… underpanties… and t-take them off?....so I can be naked?”

"Why, sure, Tammy! Thank you for asking! I’d love to take off your underpanties so you can be naked," responded the laughing Karen.

Tommy dared to steal a glance behind him and instantly regretted it. The first thing he saw was thirteen volleyball players seated in front of the entertained Miss Richards. They were all grinning at him with varying degrees of amusement.

Worse still, he quickly turned back and looked up at the delighted Cindy and Sally, both hovering eagerly above Karen’s shoulders, their eyes darting back and forth between his crimson face to below his midsection, where his underpants were being lowered at a teasingly slow pace at the hands of the devilish eighth grader.

Karen paused after tugging Tommy's underpants down another tantalizing inch—just enough to send a fresh wave of panic through him. She glanced around at her audience, drinking in their open-mouthed fascination before finally settling her gaze back on Tommy, who was enduring what was surely the longest moment of his life.

“It’s time, Tammy," she purred. "Are you ready? This is it—the moment of truth! The moment we’ve all been waiting for. Aren’t you excited, Tammy?”

Clearly, one of the two was indeed very excited, while the other decidedly was not.

"I'd like to hear you talk about your tiny little wee-wee. Can you tell me what I'm going to see when I pull down your underpanties?"

"My....my tiny little wee-wee," obliged the hapless lad, generating yet another chorus of laughter all around.

"Yes! I finally get to see your tiny little wee-wee, and I can't wait!" Karen exclaimed, practically bouncing in place.


Countdown to Exposure

Then, as if struck by yet another brilliant idea, she gasped. “Oh! I know what we should do!”

She clasped her hands together in delight. “Let’s do a countdown to make this really exciting! It'll be like a countdown for a rocket launch, but instead of a rocket taking off I'll be taking off your underpants. So instead of blastoff, we’ll say—” she paused dramatically “—takedown!”

The giggling around them grew louder. Tommy, on the other hand, looked like he was about to pass out.

Karen clapped her hands, utterly giddy. “We can do it together, Tammy! We’ll start at five, and when we hit takedown, I’ll pull your panties down. Then your naked little wee-wee will be on full display for me. Oh, this is going to be fun!”

Karen rubbed her small hands together in anticipation, while soaking up the glowing face of her agonized subject. She gave him a wide-eyed, expectant look.

“Alright, here we go! Ready? Five!”

Tommy stood silently, his entire body rigid.

"Come on, Tammy, I didn’t hear you, let’s start over.”

Tommy inhaled shakily, knowing he had no choice.

“Five!” they called out together—one with pure enthusiasm, the other with absolute dread.

“LOUDER!” Karen demanded.

“Four!”

“LOUDER, Tammy! I’m not going to tell you again!”

“THREE!” they both shouted.

"Much better!" Karen squealed with delight, completely swept up in the moment. She was like a girl possessed, and there was no stopping her.

“TWO!”

They were both yelling now. Tommy's heart was beating so hard and fast that he thought it could tear through his ribcage. He clenched his eyes shut, bracing himself for the humiliation.

“ONE!”

The tension in the gym was electric. Every single person was on the edge of their seat, waiting, watching, breath held in anticipation.

This was it.

The moment of truth.



“TAKEDOWN!”

They shouted in unison—one with exultation, the other with sheer, unfiltered panic.

And in that precise moment, with one swift motion, Karen yanked down Tommy’s cherished underpants, leaving them dangling at his kneecaps. The passing of the elastic band caused his penis to bob up and down a few times before coming to rest, much to Karen's amusement.

The gym erupted into a wave of delighted shrieks and laughter as the onlookers took in the spectacle.

Tommy listened to the uproar from the audience behind him, most of whom could see only his naked backside but were clearly thrilled to witness Tommy's unveiling, nonetheless. His face burned hotter than the sun as he took in his surroundings through frantic, darting glances. Cindy and Sally were doubled over, laughing uncontrollably, tears in their eyes. Karen, meanwhile, was wide-eyed and had both hands covering her mouth in her unbridled merriment, her gaze riveted to Tommy's newly bared privates.

Despite the overwhelming horror of his situation, Tommy somehow managed to keep his hands locked over his elbows throughout what was an absolutely staggering humiliation.

Karen allowed her wonderful scene to play out for a few moments, savoring every second while waiting for the noise to subside. She tilted her head, regarding her thoroughly humiliated captive with an impish smile. Focusing on his genitals, she teased, "Smooth as a babe, bald as a cucumber."

She looked up again and delighted in Tommy's expression, one of absolute mortification.

"Hairless as the day you were born," she giggled. "And I can't believe how tiny it is. I mean, it really is a tiny little wee-wee!" She waited for the laughter to die down. "Is it always like a baby's wee-wee or is it because you're so embarrassed right now?"

The laughter renewed, filling every corner of the space, while Tommy remained frozen, his voice refusing to work. But that didn't slow down Karen's relentless taunting.

"It's so cute, like a tiny mushroom. I just have to touch it," and without hesitation she reached out and took hold of Tommy's penis between her thumb and two fingers, wagging it back and forth.

"Oh!" Tommy let out a high-pitched squeak, a sound so girl-like—little girl-like—that it sent the entire gymnasium into another round of riotous laughter.

Karen clapped her hands together, positively beaming. “Oh, that was adorable, Tammy!”

Tommy instinctively began lowering his arms, desperate to shield himself, but Karen was quick to shut that down.

“Uh, uh, uh!” she scolded, wagging her finger. “Hands right where they were, Tammy.”

Tommy obeyed, interlocking his fingers behind his head once more—his chest rising and falling with deep, panicked breaths.

Karen lowered her fingers and cupped Tommy's testicles in her hand. "Cindy was right, you have such lovely little balls," she mocked as she massaged them with her fingers. "It's so fun to play with them." She then proceeded to lightly strum her fingers and thumb on Tommy's scrotum. "And you're soooo smooth down here, Tammy," she teased as she looked up at the tomato-faced lad while continuing her caresses.

She giggled as Tommy let out a strangled noise, looking as though he wanted to just disappear from existence.

“Isn’t this just delightful?” asked Karen with a smirk.


An Uncontrollable Response

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, close to a breaking point with the public invasion of his privates. Then, inconceivably, matters were about to worsen for him. To Tommy's horror, the sensation he felt from Karen's stimulation caused a most undesirable response. Hard as he tried to combat his inopportune reaction, he started to become erect, as he did earlier while under Cindy's tormenting advances. Only this would be much worse, as he was standing out in the open.

Tommy gritted his teeth and grimaced, but he was powerless to combat the inexorable rise of his organ, much to his tormentor's delectation. Karen's eyes lit up as she continued her relentless strumming of Tommy's scrotum while admiring the gradual but obvious ascension of the little penis before her.

"Oh my, Tammy, you're getting a little boner, aren't you!" she squealed with glee.

Tommy again moved his hands from behind his head in an effort to cover up, this time with more desperate conviction. But Karen, quick as a cat, snatched both of his wrists in midair.

"Don't you dare try to cover up your little stiffy if you know what's good for you! Now put your hands and elbows behind your head where they belong."

Karen released her death grip on Tommy's wrists. Tommy complied, as he was well aware from recent experience that it was fruitless to challenge any of the females whose control he was under on this day.

Amid the giggling of her cohorts, Karen, confident that that she could continue unabated, resumed her attention to matters at hand. She again softly stroked Tommy's scrotum, while occasionally—and intentionally—brushing against his penis with her thumb. It was only a matter of moments before she was convinced that Tommy had reached his full potential, though she surmised that if she had a measuring device at her disposal, a three-inch ruler might suffice.

She retracted her hand from Tommy's intimates, then leaned back to take in the results of her efforts. The smirk on her face affirmed her impression.

"Oh, little Tammy, is this the best you can do?" she scoffed.

The laughter resonated throughout the gymnasium. The wretched Tommy could only stand and soak in the humiliation.

Only Karen, Sally, Cindy, Linda, and Nancy had the exclusive front-row seat to Tommy’s most humiliating predicament, while the rest of the audience had to settle for the view of his thoroughly exposed backside. That, however, didn’t stop many from craning their necks, hoping for even the slightest glimpse of what was causing Tommy’s face to glow like a stoplight.

Sensing the anticipation in the air, the ever-mischievous Karen couldn’t help but play to her audience, milking the moment for all it was worth.

"How dare you point that little thing at me, you naughty boy!" she exclaimed in feigned anger. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

With that she reached into her pocket, pulled out an elastic hair tie-back and snapped it at the unsuspecting Tommy's rigid penis.

"Ow!" shouted Tommy as he jumped up and down when the pain registered, much to the merriment of the onlookers.

Karen's maneuver had the desired effect of quickly deescalating Tommy's involuntary state of excitement. By the time the laughter subsided, his penis had receded to its flaccid state.

"That's more like it Tammy," said the smiling Karen. "Now I get to look at your wee-wee at its normal, tiny size."


Vanishing Underpants

As Tommy stood crimson-faced, Karen pondered her next move.

"Let's see, what shall I do with my new little toy now?" she said out loud. "I know, let's get rid of those little panties of yours, shall we?"

Without waiting for a reply, Karen reached down and, using both hands, slipped Tommy's underpants from his knees to his ankles. She tapped his right leg.

"Lift your leg up, please," she commanded.

When there was no response, physical or otherwise, she raised her voice.

"UP, I said!"

Karen, who had not looked up, was pleased to see the leg rise in the air. She slipped the garment off the foot and tapped Tommy's left leg.

"Now this leg," she ordered.

There was no resistance this time, though to her delight she did hear a soft whimper from above as she pulled the garment free from its owner. With a triumphant grin, she waved her trophy high in the air, and passed Tommy's underpants down to Nancy, who continued passing them down from student to student. Each student that received them likewise waved them in the air.

Tommy, thoroughly mortified, turned his head and could only watch forlornly as his last remaining garment ultimately disappeared into the clutches of the stimulated Sister Ruth.

Save for a large pink bow on the top of his head, Tommy once again was naked against his will in front of dozens of very amused and entertained spectators.


Unbearable Teasing

Karen could not contain her delight. While looking her woeful, naked victim up and down she clapped her hands while bouncing up and down in her seat.

"You're naked, Tammy! Think about it....you’re standing here in the gymnasium in front of all these people, completely naked, with your bald baby bitties on display for us.”

She paused and licked her lips, staring at what she had just characterized as bald baby bitties, while Tommy stood there, immersed in degradation. At that moment his penis felt even smaller than it actually was. Watching his tormentor's eyes focusing on his undersized, hairless genitals only served to exacerbate his sense of nakedness.

"I mean, couldn't you just die from embarrassment?"

It would not be inaccurate to say that if Tommy was given that option, that he would likely avail himself to that alternative, such was his state of mortification.

But instead, he had to subject himself to the whims of the devilish young teen before him. She paused and looked her prey up and down once again.

"I love that you're naked, Tammy. Can you say it for me? I really like that word, and you're actually naked, so I want to hear you say it."

Tommy, fighting off tears, knew he had to do the bidding of his young nemesis. "I'm naked," he responded glumly.

"Yes, you are!" said the delighted Karen as she stared down at his underdeveloped member. "And you have bald, bitsy, baby bitties. Can you say that for me?"

"I have....bald, bitsy baby bitties," said the wretched lad, eliciting considerable laughter from his enraptured audience.

"What about bald, bitsy, baby boy bitties?" It came from a voice behind Karen. She looked back and grinned at Tommy's sister.

"Yes!" said the gleeful Karen. "Thank you, Sally." Karen looked back up to Tommy and addressed him. "You have bald, bitsy, baby boy bitties. Let me hear you say it."

"I have...." Tommy took a deep breath and forced out the degrading words. "I have bald, bitsy, baby boy bitties."

"Yes, you do!" said the laughing Karen as she once again took hold of Tommy's little penis and tweaked it back and forth, causing Tommy to flinch at the intrusion.

Karen, still giggling, took in the delighted expressions of her fellow students, the volleyball players, and the two teachers. The energy in the gym was electric, and she was absolutely loving it. But why keep the fun all to herself?

She turned her mischievous gaze back to her red-faced subject. "Tammy, I’d really love to see your cute little tushy. Can you please turn around for me?"

The crowd responded instantly, buzzing with excitement. There were eighty-one pairs of eager eyes behind him—most of whom had only seen his backside so far. Tommy knew exactly what they were hoping for, and the thought made his stomach drop.

“P-please, Karen… please don’t make me tur—”

“Do you need another spanking to remind you how to behave, Tammy?” Karen interrupted sweetly.

There was no response.

"I thought not. Now do as I say and turn around so I can look over your naked bottom."

Tommy knew that he had no recourse, that sooner or later he would have to obey Karen's command. His heart pounded as he hesitated, knowing full well that delaying the inevitable would serve him no purpose. He realized that in a matter of moments he would be facing the large throng, and that they would all be staring and laughing at him. He couldn't shut out of his mind Karen's clever, biting words that aptly described his privates: bald, bitsy, baby boy bitties.

Slowly, reluctantly, he started to shift his weight, bracing himself to turn.

But once again an unlikely source saved him, at least temporarily, from furthering his humiliation.

“Hold it!”

The voice rang out with command. It was the voice of none other than Miss Richards.


A Temporary Reprieve

Miss Richards had a plan. Up to this moment her plan had played out quite successfully, and the pleasure that she derived thus far from the sordid proceedings had far exceeded her expectations.

She had no doubt that she would have Tommy cavorting around naked for her. Just the picture in her mind of forcing such a humiliation on one of her students caused a stirring in her loins.

Such a sadist I am, she admitted to herself.

But there was no guilt in that assessment, accurate as it was, as her prurient desires far overwhelmed any such feelings of self-reproach.

It would have been easy to have Tommy simply turn around upon Karen's command. She certainly would have enjoyed the scene, and especially the young teenager's humiliation. But she recognized that the longer she could draw it out, the greater the reward.

It's all about the buildup, she thought as she smiled to herself.

And she was going to make sure the buildup was worth it.


The Belly Dance Outfit

Tommy stopped in his tracks when he heard the authoritative voice of Miss Richards. He was still facing the now disappointed Karen, whose brow was furrowed because of the unwelcome interruption. As it was, her direct involvement of Tommy's naked torment would be put on hold.

"We're starting to get short on time, and we still need to have a lesson today on the art of belly dancing," said Miss Richards.

She stepped down from the podium and walked up the bleacher steps toward Tommy and Karen as she spoke. She carried a folded garment in each of her hands. They looked like this, albeit a smaller size for a smaller body, that of a youngish 13-year-old boy.



All eyes were on Miss Richards as she approached Tommy and Karen. She handed the two garments to Karen, being quite careful not to peek at Tommy's privates.

Saving the best for last, she chuckled to herself.

“Karen, would you mind helping Tommy into this lovely belly dancing outfit?” Miss Richards said lightly. “I do believe he would make a wonderful demonstration model for today’s lesson.”

Karen's frown slowly transformed into a smile once she realized that Tommy's humiliation, though different, would continue unremittingly.

"I'd love to!" responded Karen.

As Miss Richards stepped away, Karen eagerly unfolded the first garment. She held out the delicate pink skirt for Tommy and let out an excited little squeal.

“Oh, Tammy, you’re going to look just divine in this,” she teased, while holding it open for the apprehensive lad.

Tommy sighed, shoulders slumping. By now, he knew better than to argue. He stepped into the skirt and Karen gleefully pulled it up to his waist. It was a bit on the loose side.

Karen tilted her head. "Hmm," she said. "Turn around for me, Tammy, we need to tighten this up a bit."

Tommy grudgingly turned around and took in the grinning faces below him, while they admired his newly adorned pink skirt and his very red face.

Karen took her time tying a neat little bow at the back. “There we go! We wouldn’t want this accidentally slipping down while you’re dancing, now would we?” she teased loudly, ensuring everyone could hear her. "Then you'd be dancing with your bald, bitsy, baby boy bitties bouncing around and on full display."

A fresh round of laughter rippled through the gym.

Karen stood up, holding the matching top. She took Tommy by the shoulders and turned him back around to face her.

“Alright, let’s get your pretty top on now,” she announced cheerfully. She reached around the back of his neck to tie one of the bows. Her face was so close to his that he could feel her breaths. Her grin widened.

"Oh, Tammy, it fits your little breasts perfectly!" she taunted.

Tommy bit his lip, his face radiating pure embarrassment.

She finished the bow and reached for two more loose parts of the top that dangled at Tommy's side. She reached around with both hands to tie the last bow.

"One more bow here in the middle of your back and.....there! You're all set!" She leaned back to admire the fruits of her efforts. "Oh, Tammy, you look absolutely adorable! And the color matches your pretty bow! Don't you just love it?"

Tommy did not love it. If anything, he was starting to think that being left naked in front of Karen and a few girls would have been less humiliating than what was happening now.

Because now it wasn’t just about being seen. It was about performing, in which case he'd be taking an active role in his own humiliation.

Plus, he thought, he would be wearing this dreadful outfit—and he didn't know if the coverage of his nakedness would be temporary or not.

Sure enough, the inevitable words came from Miss Richards, who stood waiting on the podium.

“Tommy, would you come down here, please?” she called sweetly. “It’s time to show off your pretty new outfit and demonstrate your expertise in the art of belly dancing.”

Tommy felt like his face was aflame as he made the dreaded walk down the bleachers toward the eagerly awaiting Miss Richards. His sense of trepidation was almost overwhelming.

And that sense of trepidation would prove to be well-founded.

[Blondie]

Chapter 22: The Final Humiliation

Belly Dance Instruction

Tommy’s mortifying trek down the gymnasium steps came to a sudden, unexpected halt when he felt a sharp tug at the back of his skirt.

He turned around to find himself staring straight into the mischievous grin of Laura.

As the reader may recall, it was Tommy’s rather ill-advised attempt at sneaking a peek up Laura’s skirt at the drinking fountain that had landed him in this very predicament. And now, it seemed, Laura was more than ready to dish out a little poetic justice.

Before Tommy could react, Laura seized her golden opportunity. With a gleeful little squeal, she yanked the back of his skirt skyward—hoisting it high above his head and once again completely exposing his backside to the delighted audience.

A frantic, comical struggle ensued—Tommy flailing, Laura laughing—as he fought to wrestle his skirt back into place. Finally, after a brief but excruciatingly embarrassing tug-of-war, Tommy managed to reclaim his modesty.

Laura, still giggling, plopped back down in her seat, looking quite pleased with herself.

Tommy, meanwhile, was positively glowing red as he trudged onward toward the dance platform—where an absolutely beaming Miss Richards awaited him.

Miss Richards gave her young performer an appraising look, her grin growing wider with every passing second.

“Oh yes, Tommy,” she said, her voice dripping with delight. “You’re going to make a marvelous belly dancer. Just look at you.”

She reached out and fussed with his pink top, centering it neatly on his chest. Then she gave the skirt a once-over, her lips pursed in thought.

“Hmmm… we do need to show off a little more of that cute tummy, don’t we?”

Before Tommy could even process what was happening, she pressed her hands to the front of his skirt and pushed it downward, exposing a fair stretch of his smooth midsection.

“Oh, much better,” she cooed approvingly. “Yes, quite lovely.”

Miss Richards then reached up to fuss with the matching pink bow on his head, adjusting it ever so carefully until she was satisfied. She stepped back to admire the look, then smiled radiantly.

Her subject, on the other hand, was not smiling. In fact, if one were to look up the word "miserable" in the dictionary, they’d likely find an image of Tommy’s face—because no written definition could have possibly captured his current level of absolute mortification.

Miss Richards clapped her hands together. “Okay! Let’s get the ball rolling here.”

She took a few steps back, positioning herself just off to the side—ensuring that the entire enraptured audience had a clear view of the stage.

Miss Richards turned back to the audience, her voice smooth and confident as she addressed the eager onlookers.

“Class, you are about to witness the art of belly dancing. Belly dancing is an ancient and beautifully artistic form of dance that can also be very sensual—and, dare I say, even erotic.”

She paused for effect, her eyes twinkling as she stretched out an arm toward the exceedingly apprehensive figure standing front and center stage.

“I have no doubt that, with just a little instruction, Tommy here will be able to demonstrate the exotic and erotic movements of belly dancing with absolute aplomb.”

Tommy, meanwhile, felt as though he might spontaneously combust. His entire body tightened as he listened to Miss Richards' words and the giggling from the audience.

“A good belly dancer,” she continued, her tone warm and instructive, “must always maintain a flirtatious air about her. Or in this case….him.”

More chuckles rippled through the gymnasium.

Tommy swallowed hard and cast a cautious glance toward Carlene and her twelve volleyball teammates. It seemed to him that they all were enjoying the proceedings way more than they should.

“A dancer’s attitude can make or break a belly dancing routine,” Miss Richards continued matter-of-factly. “A dancer should appear sexy and flirtatious, while maintaining a touch of mystery.”

She turned toward Tommy then, and he swore he could feel all eighty-seven sets of eyes honing in on him at once.

“Sister Ruth,” Miss Richards announced, “if you would do us the honor of starting the music, we can begin our lesson—and Tommy’s delightful demonstration. I’m sure he’s very eager to show us his most sensual dance movements.”

It would indeed be accurate to say that Tommy was quite anxious, but not at all in the context that his teacher was suggesting.

Sister Ruth had been watching the events unfold with undisguised amusement—and, as should be acknowledged, a healthy dose of admiration for her colleague’s impeccable execution.

She reached eagerly for the CD player. With the press of a button, the stereo system came to life, filling the gym with rhythmic, pulsing music.

Miss Richards had to raise her voice slightly to be heard over the lively beat. “What you are hearing, class,” she said, “is traditional Arabic music. The quick tempo should provide plenty of energy for Tommy’s dance. And listen closely—that distinctive drum you hear? It’s called the Doumbek—a key instrument in belly dancing.”

Of course, it could be said with absolute certainty that the level of student interest in Tommy’s impending performance far outweighed any interest in the intricacies of the Doumbek or the finer points of belly dancing history.

Miss Richards knew this, and she was just as eager to move things along herself.

She turned her attention back to her reluctant star performer.

“All right, Tommy,” she said brightly, “I’d like you to follow my lead.”

She lifted her arms gracefully to just above her shoulders. Tommy, albeit grudgingly, mirrored the motion.

“Very good. Now, bend your wrists slightly, tilting your palms upward—just a little bit. That’s it. Keep your arms up at all times. This helps to engage your stomach muscles, giving your belly a tauter appearance—which, of course, enhances your sensuality.”

Miss Richards took pleasure in Tommy's noticeable wince, and also from the giggles that emanated from her audience. And she much enjoyed using any form of the word "sensual," not only because it further embarrassed her student, but also because his humiliation was undeniably a sensual experience for her.

Miss Richards pressed on, her smile never faltering.

“It’s also important to maintain proper posture. No slouching. Stand tall, with your chest out—that’s right—shoulders back. More. You need to give yourself an at-attention look.”

Tommy complied, standing as straight as humanly possible.

“Good. Now,” Miss Richards continued, her tone turning just a little more playful, “this next part is very important. I want you to bend your knees slightly.”

Tommy obeyed, dropping into a barely-there crouch.

“Yes, just like that,” Miss Richards confirmed. “Now, here’s where the magic happens. Your movement should come from your knees—not your hips. But…”—she gave a sly little pause—“the beauty of it is that your sensual hip movements will come naturally as a result.”

Tommy, miserable beyond belief, clenched his jaw as Miss Richards grinned and clapped her hands together.

“Alright, my dear Tommy,” she said sweetly. “Let's see what you can do.”


Tommy the Belly Dancer

Miss Richards turned to her audience with a knowing smile.

“Class, I’d like you to keep a very close eye on Tommy’s midsection while he performs this simple task.”

All eyes instantly zeroed in on Tommy's exposed midriff—a fact he was painfully, almost excruciatingly, aware of. Instinctively, he lowered his hands in a feeble attempt to shield himself, only to be met with a sharp reproach from Miss Richards.

"Hands up at all times, Tommy. A belly dancer's tummy should always be on display."

Face burning, Tommy reluctantly complied, lifting his hands back into the air, fully exposing his smooth abdomen once more.

“Now, Tommy, I’d like you to bend your left knee while raising your heel slightly off the floor.”

Tommy did so, albeit stiffly.

“Good! Now the right knee and heel.”

Again Tommy obeyed, his movements improving slightly.

“Excellent! Now keep alternating—just a little faster.”

As he picked up the pace, Tommy noticed, much to his chagrin, that his hips, entirely against his will, began to sway naturally from side to side.

The audience loved it. A chorus of oohs and aahs rang through the gym, punctuated by bursts of laughter. Tommy’s face burned as he tried to focus on literally anything else.

“Don’t stop, Tommy!” Miss Richards called out cheerfully. “A good belly dancer should always be in motion! And keep those arms up! Oh yes, you really are a quick study. You’re absolutely shimmying now!”

The giggles from the audience intensified.

“Feel free to flick those hips a little, like you’re swatting away a fly,” she added. “Yes! Perfect! Now snap your fingers—yes, just like that! You really are getting the hang of this!”

Tommy was dying inside.

“Now, let’s try something I call the Regal Cleopatra look,” Miss Richards announced, clearly relishing every second. “I’d like you to stretch one arm out, as if you’re admiring yourself in a hand mirror. Yes! Just like that! Good boy!”

The giggles continued, almost unabated.

“Now, put your other arm behind your head, as if you’re fixing your hair. Lovely! Now stay in that position—don’t slouch! Keep bending your knees and shimmying those hips.”

She stepped back and beamed at him.

“Oh, Tommy, you are a sight for sore eyes, I must say!”

The audience roared. Tommy’s face felt like it was radiating heat. Yet, despite his every instinct screaming at him to make another beeline for the exit, his body continued obeying Miss Richards’ instructions.

For several agonizing moments, the scene played out in all its mortifying glory, the delighted onlookers fully enthralled by the spectacle.

Betty Richards, quite titillated by the scene she had orchestrated, let it play out for a while longer before deciding it was time to move on to the next part of her plan. She motioned for Sister Ruth to pause the music.

The second the beat faded, Miss Richards clapped her hands together enthusiastically.

“Outstanding!” she laughed.

Instantly, the entire congregation leapt to their feet, applauding and cheering with unrestrained delight, while Tommy bowed his head in shame, feeling his face pulsating with humiliation.

He glanced up at the clock and was disappointed to see that there were still twenty minutes remaining before his ordeal would be over.

An eternity.

But surely—surely—this was the peak of his humiliation, right?

Unfortunately for Tommy, Miss Richards had other ideas.


Dance Partners

She turned back to the class, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Well, class, I hope you’ve learned something from this wonderful demonstration.” She clasped her hands together. “Let’s find out if you’ve all been paying attention.”

She paused dramatically.

“I’m sure Tommy must be getting awfully lonely dancing up here all by himself.”

Tommy’s stomach dropped.

“So,” she continued, her grin widening, “who would like to come down and join him?”

It was no surprise when more than half of the audience shot their hands into the air—all but two were of the female persuasion—including almost the entire volleyball team.

Miss Richards surveyed the eager volunteers with a thoughtful expression, tapping her fingers against her chin as if making a very difficult decision.

“Hmm…” she mused, drawing out the suspense. “I think Tommy would feel most comfortable dancing with people he’s familiar with.”

Tommy knew. He just knew what was coming.

She turned to the audience, eyes twinkling. “Sally,” she said sweetly, “would you like to come down and dance with your brother?”

“Love to!” Sally chirped, practically skipping down the gymnasium steps.

Tommy groaned.

“And Cindy,” Miss Richards continued, “I couldn’t help but notice earlier that you and Tommy seemed to be hitting it off quite well.” She giggled to herself as she recalled the scene of Cindy's intimate involvement with Tommy while he was being spanked by his sister on his bared bottom. “Would you like to belly dance with Tommy?”

“Absolutely!” Cindy beamed, practically sprinting toward the podium.

“Now, let’s see….we need one more.” Miss Richards pretended to scan the room, though she already knew exactly who she was picking. There was no question in her mind who would be best served to assist her in the next phase of Tommy's humiliation.

Her eyes landed on Karen—who was literally bouncing up and down in her seat, her hand stretched toward the ceiling.

“Kar—”

She didn’t even get the name out before Karen dashed down the steps at full speed.

“Well,” Miss Richards laughed, “I suppose that settles that!”

Meanwhile, Tommy stood miserably, watching as his sister, his crush, and his nemesis surrounded him—each one positively gleaming with excitement. The contrast between their expressions and his could not have been starker.

The audience, still on their feet, remained utterly riveted, buzzing with anticipation.

Tommy stole a glance at Sister Ruth, who was watching the scene unfold with obvious delight.

He dared a look at the volleyball players. Carlene caught his eye, smirked, and blew him a kiss.

He immediately looked away.

His gaze landed on Karen, who looked absolutely thrilled. Then, much to his apprehension he suddenly remembered that at least twice that day she had expressed her desire to see him dancing naked for her.

He shuddered at the notion, and Tommy, ever the optimist, assumed that wearing the humiliating belly dance costume would be in lieu of having to cavort around the stage in his birthday suit. A small consolation, he thought, but a consolation, nonetheless.

He peeked at the clock again. It was not moving fast enough.

“Okay, girls,” Miss Richards instructed, her tone far too cheerful. “I’d like you to line up in front of Tommy. Leave some space between each other so you can dance unimpeded.”

The three girls complied, grinning leeringly at the boy in the pink costume.

“Good! Now, when the music starts, I want you to follow Tommy’s lead. As you’ve all seen, Tommy is already quite the belly dancer. Tommy, you know what to do—just like before.”

Tommy exhaled slowly. He knew resistance was futile.

“Are you ready, Tommy?”

He nodded weakly.

“Excellent! Sister, if you’ll start the music, please."


Cindy Discovers Her Inner Belly Dancer

Sister Ruth already had her finger on the start button of the CD player, so the music began almost instantaneously. Tommy, resigned to his fate, began dancing once again, and the three girls followed suit, grinning ear to ear.

"Arms up, shoulders back, knees bent!" commanded Miss Richards, and within moments, Tommy was back in full belly-dancing mode, his hips swaying, his arms flowing, and his cheeks burning.

The three girls, thrilled to be part of the show, gleefully danced in front of him. Cindy, in particular, seemed to have a knack for the moves, her graceful motions making her stand out.

"Cindy!" exclaimed Miss Richards. "Wow, good show, girl! Keep it up!"

Cindy did keep it up, and, despite his dire situation, Tommy couldn't take his eyes off of her. It has been established that Tommy has a significant (but decidedly unrequited) teenage crush on his sister's friend, and in spite of himself he started to feel a tingling inside his skirt.

"Oh gosh," he thought. "Not again. Not now!"

Yes indeed, for the third time that afternoon he was becoming sexually aroused. Only this time it didn't require any physical stimulation. The visual of the pretty young lass cavorting in front of him was quite enough to do the trick.

Tommy was pretty sure Cindy knew the effect she was having on him. He swore she looked directly at the small protrusion in the skirt and giggled to herself. He clenched his eyes shut momentarily, but he could not shut out the image of Cindy's erotic dance. He opened his eyes and became mesmerized by the performance in front of him.

So mesmerized that he failed to notice that one of the three girls was missing from his view.


The Disrobing Begins

That is because the intrepid Karen, who had made no secret of her desire to see Tommy dance naked for her, had decided to take matters into her own hands. She had playfully danced her way behind Tommy, a mischievous glint in her eye. She had helped tie his costume earlier, and now, well, she knew exactly how to untie it.

She put her fingers around one of the strings of Tommy's top, then glanced at Miss Richards. To Karen's delight, she was smiling mischievously at her. Apparently there would be no objection, and she was free to do what she pleased.

And so she pulled.

Tommy was so fascinated by Cindy's erotic hip gyrations that at first the sensation didn't register. But when he felt the loosened fabric shift against his skin, he turned back to see the devilish Karen pulling at his clothing. He reached back in an attempt to thwart her endeavor.

"Arms up, Tommy!" Miss Richards scolded, her voice full of amusement. "Keep dancing! And turn around to face your audience!"

The beleaguered lad did so, freeing Karen up to continue disrobing her ill-fated victim. Karen put her mouth to Tommy's right ear.

"I'm about to render you topless, Tammy," she teased. "Then aaaall that's keeping you from dancing naked for me will be your pretty skirt. And that has only one bow tied on it."

With that she grasped a dangling string from the bow on Tommy's neck with her right hand and a string from the bow on his back with her left. With a smirk on her face she deliberately and assuredly pulled with both hands until the bows were completely untied. She then simply pulled the material free from the wretched lad's body.

A fresh wave of laughter rippled through the gym as Sister Ruth dutifully scooped up the discarded top, adding it to the growing collection of Tommy’s forfeited dignity.

Tommy was indeed rendered topless, with only a flimsy skirt between him and the daunting reality of imposed public nudity.

When Tommy felt the sensation of the top being released from his chest, he shivered. The cause of this spontaneous reaction was twofold: One, there was a draft from the open windows of the gymnasium, and he felt the breeze on his newly-exposed nipples.

Two, and much more disconcerting for Tommy, was the realization that the two garments protecting him from the horrifying prospect of dancing naked had been swiftly cut in half. And try as he might, there was absolutely no scenario he could imagine that would give the normally optimistic Tommy any rationale to believe that the fiend behind him would stop short of his complete disrobing.

Indeed, in a matter of moments Tommy felt the warm, small fingers around his hips. Then he felt Karen's mouth tickling his ear once again. "Are you ready to dance naked for me?" she said in a throaty voice directly into his ear canal.

Tommy reached down and pushed her hands away from his hips. Of course, Miss Richards would have none of it.

"Tommy, I better not have to tell you again—keep your arms up! From this point forward, under no circumstance are you to drop your arms lower than your shoulders."

Betty Richards was all too aware of what was about to transpire, and she was almost bursting with anticipation.

"You heard Miss Richards, Tammy," continued Karen. "You have to keep your girly arms up." She paused and giggled to herself. "Now I can undo the bow in your skirt. Then your skirt will fall, and you won't be able to stop it. And then you'll be naked."

She giggled again, and repeated her new favorite word, this time with more gusto.

"Naked! Think about it, Tammy. You'll be dancing naked! I can't think of anything more humiliating than that, can you? Your bald, bitsy, baby boy bitties will be jiggling around for our amusement. It'll be quite the spectacle. Are you as excited as I am, Tammy?"

Karen's level of excitement was matched only by Tommy's sense of trepidation. His breathing got heavier, as he fully comprehended that barring some miracle (a meteor falling from the sky?), in a matter of moments he would be doing the ridiculous belly dance completely nude. In front of everybody.

At least, he thought to himself, his erection had subsided. But that was a very small consolation—with "very small" being the operative words.


Karen Finishes the Dirty Deed

On cue, Tommy felt Karen's hand fidgeting with the bow. He flinched slightly, and while continuing to dance he braced himself for the inevitable.

He took in the facial expressions of his audience, which did nothing to assuage his high anxiety, as every single person was either smiling, grinning, or was open-mouthed and wide-eyed in anticipation.

He then felt the fateful pulling on his garment from behind, accompanied by a playful giggle emanating from the sprightly girl who was making it happen. It took no more than a second from the time Karen pulled the string taut for the skirt to pool around Tommy's feet.

Much to the enjoyment, amusement, and incredulity of his admirers, Tommy was fulfilling the devious Karen's keen desire: He was dancing naked.

The sight of a crimson-faced and suddenly naked thirteen-year-old boy gyrating his hips in the form of a belly dance caused quite the commotion. The uproar and the laughter could probably be heard throughout the school.

It was a visual that would remain etched forever in the consciousness of all who were there.

Sally exuberantly swooped up the garment before Tommy would have any chance to even think about pulling it back up. It only took a tap on each of Tommy's legs for him to almost involuntarily lift them one at a time to accommodate his sister's intent.

She teasingly stretched out the skirt and held it in front of him, momentarily covering his nudity. Then she winked at Tommy and immediately whisked it away. After a short toss to the outstretched arms of the thoroughly entertained Sister Ruth, all vestiges of Tommy's clothing—save for a pretty pink bow on the top of his head—had disappeared.

Karen, quite anxious to see the fruits of her efforts, had wasted no time after untying the final bow to plant herself in front of her victim. While the other two grinning girls continued their belly dancing throughout their entertainment, Karen was doubled over with giddiness, such was her state of merriment.

As for Tommy, well, "throes of wretchedness" only begins to describe the state he was in. Even though for the last few moments getting stripped naked largely was a forgone conclusion, there was nothing in his being that he could have summoned to prepare himself for the humiliation that he felt at that moment. It was still a shock to his system to be suddenly rendered naked, with his tiny, hairless penis out there for all to see.

When Sally pulled the skirt from his feet and he saw it disappear into the arms of Sister Ruth, he knew there was no turning back. And now here he was, dancing naked while eighty-seven people reveled in his humiliation.

He looked at Karen, who had tears of laughter streaming down her face as she ogled his gyrating, naked body. Sally was having the time of her life as she mimicked her brother's belly dancing. He could only imagine the lifetime of teasing that this moment would generate.

And Cindy....gosh, Cindy had somehow escalated her provocative dance movements, and Tommy once again could not take his eyes off of her. He slowed down his dancing as he became captivated by—well, as Miss Richards was fond of saying, her sensuality.

He was almost at a standstill, which was not going over well with the dance instructor.

"Tommy!" she shouted.

But no admonition was necessary, as a familiar disciplinarian was about to renew her participation. Sister Ruth had hopped up to the platform with her pointer, the one she had used earlier in the day when pointing out various parts of Tommy's anatomy. This time she had a different application in mind.

The wide-eyed Tommy saw it coming, but she was too quick for him. Whap! Whap! Whap! came the three stinging blows in rapid succession. The nun stepped aside, but decided to remain onstage in case her services would be needed again.

When the pain registered, Tommy jumped up and down a few times (much to everyone's hilarity), then started dancing again, much more fervently than before.

The laughter was bountiful, and the audience, now fully enthralled with the naked dancer and the festive atmosphere, were clapping to the beat of the Doumbek while the frenzied boy shimmied his hips with reckless abandon. The energy level was off the charts.

And, just when Tommy thought his humiliation had reached its apex, there was another development that would dispel that notion. And the object of his puppy love had everything to do with it.

Cindy's sultry dance was about to become sultrier.


Cindy's Erotic Dance

Cindy was quite cognizant of her effect on the naked dancer in front of her. Earlier, she thought she might have detected a small protuberance poking the material in the front of Tommy's skirt. Though she was enjoying watching Tommy's undersized, intimate parts playfully jiggling around, she thought it would be interesting for her—and, just as significantly, more humiliating for Tommy—if she could somehow bring about the response she had induced earlier.

I want to see him dance while he has a little stiffy, she thought to herself with a sly grin.

Tommy forced himself to look away from Cindy and stole a quick glance at the clock. Just five more minutes, and his nightmare would finally be over.

When he turned back he noticed that Cindy was making an adjustment to her clothing. He watched with fascination as she rolled her white blouse up to her chest, where it came to rest just below her breasts. She then tucked her thumbs on either side of her skirt and eased it downward, exposing a good amount of the silky, white flesh of her belly.

She continued her erotic dance. It was probably the sexiest thing Tommy had ever seen. The pictures in Playboy magazine that he had occasionally used for the purposes of self-gratification were no comparison to the live vision before him. Once more he became aroused, and there was nothing humanly possible he could do to prevent it. It was only a matter of seconds before, to Tommy's extreme mortification, his little penis became fully erect.

Sally and Karen squealed with delight, as did most of the crowd.

Cindy, now very much full of herself, was ready to go in for the kill. She clasped her hands behind her head, pointing her elbows forward. She moved in a few steps, until she was only a couple of feet in front of the aroused schoolboy.

Many in the audience had moved off to the side to get a clear view of the naked dancer with the little boner. All were still clapping to the rhythm of the music. The atmosphere was electrifying.

Tommy slowed his movements, momentarily forgetting his participation while lost in fascination. Miss Richards made eye contact with Sister Ruth and nodded her head. Quickly the nun administered two rapid swats with her pointer to Tommy's backside. The young lad yelped and resumed his naked belly dance with fervor.

Miss Richards then jumped in front of Tommy, grabbed his wrists and forced them behind his head. She positioned his elbows forward, until he was in the same provocative pose as his counterpart.

Sally and Karen had stopped dancing, rendered spellbound by the extraordinary performance by the two remaining dancers.

Tommy, while continuing to dance passionately—mostly to avoid the sting of that nasty pointer—was totally mesmerized by the seductive dancing of the pretty teenage girl. His breathing became heavier, and as he stared at Cindy's bare, swirling midriff, he felt like he was on the verge of ejaculation.

Cindy, somehow cognizant of Tommy's level of stimulation, moved a step closer and gave him a coquettish smile.

Those in the gymnasium who thought it was impossible for a person to achieve orgasm without physical stimulation were about to be wowed.

The ever-aware Cindy noticed Tommy's hips change direction and suddenly thrust forward. She deftly stepped aside to avoid a potential spurt of fluid, but her evasive maneuver was unnecessary, as Tommy was still prepubescent, so there would be no discharge of ejaculate.

But his orgasm was quite evident to all, as he clenched his eyes shut and let out a boisterous moan while jutting his hips forward and gyrating spasmodically.

Tommy heard the squeals emanating from the surprised Karen and Sally, and their ensuing laughter before the uproar in the gymnasium drowned them out.

Enduring the laughter, Tommy dutifully continued his belly dance routine throughout what could go down as the most embarrassing and public orgasm in the history of humankind.

At long last, the music came to a merciful end. The boy of the hour was met with a thunderous standing ovation from an utterly delighted crowd.

The combination of intense embarrassment, physical exertion, and post-orgasm flushing had rendered Tommy's face a deep shade of red, the likes of which no one had ever seen before.

The satiated Betty Richards, with tears of laughter dripping down her face, blotted her eyes and cheeks with a Kleenex as she handed Tommy his school uniform.

"Tommy, I do hope you've learned a valuable lesson," she said. "I must say, you've truly outdone yourself. Thank you for an absolutely unforgettable performance. I’m quite certain that none of us—especially you—will ever forget what transpired here today."


Epilogue

Tommy yanked the bow from his head and hastily began dressing. But as he fastened his pants, a sudden, overpowering sensation gripped him, halting him in his tracks. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the faces of his tormentors, and a deep, seething outrage began to boil within him.

Miss Richards is right. I’ll never forget what transpired here today.

In that precise moment, he made a silent vow that someday—he didn’t know exactly when or exactly how—but someday he would seek retribution on every last soul who had participated in his hideous debasement.

With that thought, for the first time all day, despite the tremendously humiliating ordeal he had endured, a slight, almost eerie smile of satisfaction crept across his lips.

End


Author's note: Thank you for reading this far. I hope you enjoyed it.

I normally don't do revenge stories, but after writing of Tommy's godawful humiliations I felt it would be worthwhile (and warranted), so a couple of years after writing this story I followed up with a story in which Tommy indeed gets his revenge on all who tormented him. It isn't for everyone, as it involves telekinetic powers and time-stop, so obviously it requires suspension of disbelief.

If you are interested, you can find that saga here: Tommy's Retribution

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