Chapter 22: The Final Humiliation
Belly Dance Instruction
Tommy's mortifying trek down the gymnasium steps came to a momentary halt when he felt a tug on the back of his skirt. He turned around to see none other than Laura holding on to the hem with both hands. (The reader may recall that it was Tommy's upskirt of Laura at the drinking fountain that served to land him in his current dire predicament.) Before Tommy had a chance to intercede, Laura was able to inflict poetic justice, as she lifted the back of his skirt high above his head, once again exposing his completely naked backside. A minor, somewhat comical struggle ensued, and Tommy ultimately was able to win the tug-of-war.
The giggling Laura, quite pleased with herself, took her seat while the profusely blushing Tommy trudged on.
He was greeted on the dance platform by a very eager Miss Richards. She looked the lad up and down and grinned approvingly. "Oh yes, Tommy. You're going to make a marvelous belly dancer. Just look at you." She adjusted the pink top to center it on his chest. She then made an adjustment to the skirt. "We do need to show off a little more of your skin around the belly," she said as she pushed the front of the skirt downward, exposing a fair amount of his smooth midsection. "Yes, quite lovely," she gushed. She adjusted the matching bow on his head and again smiled with pleasure.
Her subject, on the other hand, was not smiling. In fact, if one were to look up the word "miserable" in the dictionary, a picture of Tommy's face would be more descriptive than any words could provide. The same could be said for the word "embarrassed," as the bright red cheeks of the young teen would be all one would need to see.
"Okay," said Miss Richards. "Let's get the ball rolling here." She stepped back a few paces and off to the side a bit, enabling the enraptured audience to get a clear view of the proceedings. She turned to face the excited throng.
"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 very erotic, if you will." She stretched out her arm and opened her palm toward the apprehensive lad on the stage. "I'm sure with a little instruction that Tommy can demonstrate the exotic and erotic movements with aplomb." Betty Richards reveled in the hapless expression on the student's face before turning back to her audience. "A good belly dancer," she continued, "should keep a flirtatious air about her, or, in this case, 'him'."
There was a chuckle from several in the audience. Tommy snuck a peek at 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," continued Miss Richards. “Generally, the dancer should appear sexy and flirtatious, yet mysterious." She turned toward Tommy, who could almost
feel the total of eighty-seven sets of eyes zeroing in on him (For the reader's edification, that would be comprised of seventy-two seventh and eighth grade students—forty-one girls and thirty-one boys, not including Tommy—thirteen volleyball players and two teachers).
"Sister Ruth, if you'll please do the honor of starting the music, we can begin our instruction and Tommy's demonstration. I'm sure Tommy is very anxious to show us his 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, who was immensely enjoying—and, as should be acknowledged, admiring—the work of her counterpart, eagerly pushed a button on the CD player. Within moments the stereo system filled the air with music. Miss Richards had to speak a little louder in order to be heard.
"Class," she lectured, "What you are hearing is the sound of classic Arabic music. The fast beat should be quite conducive for Tommy's ability to perform his belly dance with plenty of spirit. The traditional Arabic drum you hear is called the Doumbek."
It can be said with certainty that the level of student interest in the current and pending humiliation of the boy in the pink belly dancing costume far outweighed any interest in the intricacies of the ancient art of belly dancing. Miss Richards was well aware of this fact (and admittedly was quite anxious to move the proceedings along herself) and was ready to move forward with her reluctant pupil.
"Okay, Tommy, I'd like you to follow my lead." Miss Richards lifted her arms up to just above her shoulders. Tommy grudgingly did the same. "Good. Now bend your wrists so your palms face upward a little bit. Yes, that's a good position. It's important to keep your arms up at all times. That way your stomach muscles tighten, giving your belly a tauter appearance, which adds to 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.
"It is also important to keep your back straight and your chest out. No slouching. Gently pull your shoulders back to give yourself an at-attention look. Shoulders back, I said. Good. Next—and this is important—I'd like you to bend your knees slightly. That's it, just like that. You'll be using your knees to generate momentum and movement—not your hips. But the beauty is that your sensual hip movement will naturally be achieved by the bending of your knees."
Tommy the Belly Dancer
She turned toward her audience. "Class, I'd like you to keep a close eye on Tommy's midsection while he performs this simple task."
She turned back to her subject. "Now Tommy, I'd like you to bend your left knee while raising your heel in the air. Good. Now do the same with your right knee and heel. Excellent. Now keep alternating but go a little faster." As Tommy did so, indeed his hips naturally swayed from side to side, much to delight of his audience. Tommy heard the oohs and ahs, along with considerable laughter.
"Don't stop, Tommy!" shouted Miss Richards. "A good belly dancer should always be in motion. And keep those arms up! Oh yes, you're absolutely shimmying now. You really are a quick study. Feel free to flick those hips, like you're swatting a fly. Yes! Perfect! Now snap your fingers. Yes! You really are getting the hang of this!
"Now, let's try what I call the Regal Cleopatra look. I'd like you to stretch one arm out, as if you're admiring yourself with a hand mirror. Yes, just like that! Good boy! Now I'd like you to put your other arm behind your head, like you're fixing your hair back there. Good! Now stay in that position. Don't slouch! Keep bending your knees and shimmying your hips. Oh, Tommy, you are a sight for sore eyes, I must say!"
The mortified Tommy continued his performance, to the sheer delight and hilarity of the entranced onlookers. 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 level. She motioned for Sister Ruth to pause the music.
"Outstanding!" laughed Miss Richards. She clapped her hands appreciatively and immediately the rest of the congregation stood up and clapped and cheered effusively. Tommy bowed his head in shame while feeling his face pulsate with embarrassment. He glanced up at the clock and was only slightly relieved to see that there were twenty minutes remaining before his ordeal would be over. He felt he must be at the peak of his humiliation.
But regrettably for him, Miss Richards would ensure that would not be the case.
Dance Partners
"Class, I hope you have learned something from this wonderful demonstration," she continued. "Let's find out if you've been paying attention. I'm sure Tommy is getting lonely having to dance up here all by himself. Can I have a few volunteers to come down here and join him?"
She was not surprised to see over half of the eighty-five students and volleyball players—all but two were of the female persuasion—shoot a hand in the air. She smiled, knowing exactly whom to choose.
"Let's see, I think Tommy would be comfortable dancing with people he's familiar with. Hmm..." She put the tips of her middle and index fingers over her lips, feigning like she was deep in thought. "Sally, would you like to come down and dance with your brother?"
"Love to!" she beamed as she gleefully pranced down the gymnasium steps.
"Cindy, I noticed earlier that you and Tommy were hitting it off well." Betty Richards giggled to herself as she visually 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 grinned from ear to ear while dashing toward the podium.
"Okay, let's see, we need one more." Again, she pretended to scan the audience in search of a volunteer. There was no question in her mind who would be best served to assist her in the next phase of Tommy's humiliation. Betty Richards smiled to herself as she spotted Karen, who was literally jumping up and down with her arm stretched upward to the limit.
"Kar...." was all she was able to articulate before the ever-so-eager Karen made a beeline down the stands. "Well," laughed Miss Richards, "I guess that takes care of that."
Meanwhile, Tommy stood gloomily as he watched his sister, his heartthrob, and his nemesis milling about him. Their blissful expressions fully contrasted his own.
He noticed that everyone in the gymnasium had remained standing, waiting in eager anticipation of whatever was about to transpire. He looked down at Sister Ruth, whose obvious enjoyment added to Tommy's discomfort. He stole a glance at the volleyball players, and when his eyes met with the grinning Carlene she blew him a playful kiss, causing him to quickly avert his glance.
His gaze stopped at Karen, and 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 looked up at the clock. It wasn't moving nearly fast enough.
Then, his thoughts were interrupted by the authoritative voice of the unwavering Miss Richards. "Okay, girls, I'd like you to line up in front of Tommy. Leave enough space between each other so you can dance unimpeded." The three girls complied and stood grinning leeringly at the boy in the pink costume. "Good. Now when the music starts, I'd like you to follow Tommy's lead. As you witnessed, Tommy is already quite the belly dancer. Tommy, you know what to do, just like before. Okay, are you ready, Tommy?" Tommy, resigned to his dismal fate, nodded unenthusiastically. "Excellent! Okay, 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 obligingly began dancing, and the three girls followed suit.
"Arms up, shoulders back, knees bent!" commanded Miss Richards, and within moments Tommy, who was indeed a quick study, was into his belly dancing mode.
The three girls, much enjoying their participation and their close-up view of the object of everyone's attention, were also dancing freely. Tommy couldn't help but notice that Cindy in particular was a bit of a natural, as her movements stood out over the other two girls.
"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 was becoming 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 belly-danced to a position directly behind him. To secure his top, she had earlier tied two bows—one around his neck and one around his back. She was about to undo her handiwork, starting with her tie around Tommy's neck.
She put her fingers around the string and looked over to 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 brought out of his fascination of Cindy's erotic hip gyrations when he felt a tug around his neck. He turned back to see the devilish Karen pulling at his clothing. He reached back in an attempt to thwart her endeavor.
"ARMS UP!" commanded Miss Richard. "Keep dancing! And turn around to face your audience!"
The beleaguered lad turned around, 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.
Sister Ruth dutifully stepped up to the podium and retrieved the top and added it to her collection. 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 actually 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, Tommy first 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 summon 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 day 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 drum 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 elicited earlier.
I want to see him dance while he has a little stiffy, she thought to herself with a sly grin.
Tommy managed to pull his gaze from Cindy to turn his head for a quick glance at the clock. There were only five minutes left, and then his nightmare would be over, at long last.
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 frontward. 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 drum. 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.
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 belly 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 aware of Tommy's level of stimulation, moved a step closer to Tommy 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.
Tommy heard the squeals emanating from the surprised Karen and Sally, and their ensuing laughter. The uproar in the gymnasium reached a pinnacle while Tommy dutifully continued his belly dance routine throughout what could go down as the most embarrassing and public orgasm in the history of humankind.
Finally, mercifully, the music ended. The boy of the hour received a rousing, standing ovation from the most appreciative 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 hope you've learned a valuable lesson. I must say, you've outdone yourself. Thank you for an extraordinarily entertaining demonstration. I’m sure none of us, especially you, will ever forget what has transpired here today.”
Epilogue
Tommy pulled the bow from his head and started putting on his clothes. While he fastened his pants he was suddenly overcome with a sensation that momentarily made him stop in his tracks. As he looked around the room at his tormentors, an intense feeling of outrage overcame him.
Miss Richards is right. I’ll never forget what transpired here today.
At that precise moment, he vowed to himself that some day—he did not know exactly when or exactly how—but someday he would seek retribution on every last soul who had participated in his hideous degradation.
With that conviction, for the first time all day, despite the tremendously humiliating ordeal he had endured, a slight, almost eerie smile of satisfaction surfaced upon 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 "Tommy's Retribution." It isn't for everyone, as it involves telekinetic powers and time-stop, so obviously it requires suspension of disbelief.
I will begin posting the retribution story shortly in the ENF section.