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The following is applicable to all chapters of “Roosevelt Humiliations: The Missing Chapters:"

© March 2020 by Blondie.

This is a work of fiction and is fantasy only. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

For ages 18 and older only.

Chapter 1: Detained
Chapter 2: Punishment
Chapter 3: Servitude
Chapter 4: Disciplined
Chapter 5: Crumpets



Author's Note: I wrote the story "Roosevelt Humiliations" about 20 years ago. There was one scene where the Blondie character was on the way to the mall (against his will) with his sister Becky. (It can be found here, if interested.) They stopped at Becky's friend Brenda's house to pick her up. Blondie was wearing short shorts, girlish white tennis shoes and lacy anklets (also against his will, of course). Becky sent Blondie out of the car to ring the doorbell, where Brenda's mother answered the door. She was quite intrigued by Blondie's attire.

I always felt that I could have done more with that scene, and more than 15 years later I sat down to make an adjustment. I proceeded to get carried away, and instead of a modification it turned into a five-chapter story of its own. Below is the result of that "modification."

It's a bit different than what we usually see here (and what I'm used to writing), in that the character's humiliation is carried out by group of posh, middle-aged ladies at a tea party. I enjoyed writing it up, and I hope you will find it entertaining.


Chapter 1: Detained

“Slow down, this is it,” declared Becky. "You can just pull into the driveway." I did so, in front of a beautiful, sprawling, two-story house. It was a borderline mansion, in my estimation. I waited for Becky to get out, but instead she had other ideas. “Why don’t you go ring the doorbell. Brenda’s expecting us.” I looked at my sister pleadingly, but in short order I ascertained that she would be unyielding. I got out of the car and, still very self-conscious, looked around anxiously and trotted to the front door. I rang the doorbell and stiffened when a woman, decidedly Brenda’s mother, answered the door. She did a double take at my legs and feet, and a look of surprised amusement came upon her face.

“Is Brenda here?” I asked.

“Um, yes, would you like to come in?” Again she eyed my feet curiously.

“No thanks, if you could just tell her that we’re here to pick her up…” My face was flushing.

She turned her head and called out, “Brenda, there’s a young….” She turned back and looked closely at my face and chest. “There’s a young man here to see you.” Again she looked down at my legs, then back up to my face. I thought I detected a smirk on her face. She stuck out her hand.

"I'm Elizabeth, Brenda's mother," she offered.

"Blondie," I responded while shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you....Blondie," she said. Once again she looked down, then back up to my face. My face was hot; I'm sure I was blushing crimson. "I'm having a few of my lady friends from the poetry group over for tea. Would you like to come in and meet everyone?" she asked.

Not even in the top 1000 of something I'd like to do.

"N-no, thank you," I politely declined. I started backing away, ready to return to the sanctuary of the car as quickly as possible. "It was nice meeting you. Please tell Brenda we'll be in the car."

But just as I started to turn away, I was waylaid by my nemesis. “Hi Blondie!” Brenda greeted me. "Did you introduce yourself to my mother?" As her gaze inevitably lowered down my legs, her eyes lit up and she grinned widely. “Oh, what darling little socks! And they set off your pretty legs so nicely." She looked me up and down and grinned some more. "And such cute little shorts. Did Becky help you get dressed today?”

I glanced at Brenda’s mother, who now was also smiling. "I wanted to have him come in for a minute and meet my poetry group," she said. "But he turned down the offer. I think he's a little shy, he was blushing so. And maybe you two are in a bit of a hurry."

"Oh, nonsense, Mother. Blondie would love to come in for a minute and meet everyone," responded Brenda. "Wouldn't you, Blondie?" Without waiting for an answer, she took my hand and tried to pull me inside. I resisted the tug.

"Please, Brenda, can we just go?" I implored.

Brenda used both hands to pull harder, until I was inside the door, standing in the foyer. "Don't be rude, Blondie. My mother wants to introduce you to her friends. I think she has taken a liking to you. The least you can do is come in and say hello."

"Come, young man," said Brenda's mother as she took me gently by my elbow and led me toward the living room. I caught her winking at Brenda as she said, "I'm sure my friends will be quite enchanted to make your acquaintance."

Like mother, like daughter.

I looked back and saw that Brenda had opened the front door and was motioning with brisk hand gestures for Becky to come in.

Huh? Why does she want Becky to join us? I don't like this.

Much as I wanted to resist, I knew we weren't going anywhere until I did their bidding. With Brenda close behind, her mother led me into her living room. She let go of my hand when we reached the center of the room.

Sitting about the room were four undoubtedly well-to-do ladies, all elegantly dressed and wearing posh hats, and all about forty-something. There was another woman standing nearby, obviously the maid, dressed in a long, black maid's dress with a white pinafore. She wore a bonnet style maid's cap on her head.

"Ladies," began Brenda's mother, "I'd like you to meet Brenda's friend. His name is Blondie." She paused while I stood there blushing as they sized me up. "Blondie, this is Josephine in the French Louis chair, that's Katarina and Tatiana on the loveseat, and this is Charlotte sitting in the Victorian piece." Why she felt the need to identify her furniture while introducing her guests was beyond me. I guess that's just what some of the upper crust do. Whatever, all I knew was that I could sense the stares and just wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

At that moment Becky entered the room, providing a temporary distraction from their focus on me. "Oh, hello Becky," greeted Elizabeth. "I was just introducing Blondie to my friends from the poetry group. Ladies, I'd like you to meet Brenda's friend Becky. Becky, please meet Josephine, Katarina, Tatiana and Charlotte."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," said Becky as she nodded at each of the ladies.

There was a momentary awkward silence until the lady introduced as Josephine addressed me. "Pardon me, young man, if I am approaching the fringes of impropriety, but I have to say that I find your choice of apparel rather......intriguing." With all eyes on me, I stood there blushing, not knowing what to say. But Becky took care of that.

"He's being punished," stated Becky.

If the ladies were intrigued before that pronouncement, they were absolutely enthralled at this point. "Oh, pray tell, pray tell, my dear girl!" exclaimed Charlotte. She had a sweet voice with a southern accent.

"Are you saying his outfit is not of his choosing?" asked Tatiana. I fidgeted nervously as the ladies' interest in my predicament was piqued.

"My, look at the lad blushing so," commented Katarina. "He does seem quite self-conscious, doesn't he?" Of course, the comment only caused my face to flush even brighter, an effect that seemed to delight the group of ladies.

Becky, now grinning, seemed quite pleased at the turn of events. "So, the shorts, socks and shoes he is wearing belong to me, and it is safe to say that he is not pleased in the least to be wearing them, much less having to display himself in public like this." I looked up, and the looks of fascination on the ladies' faces indicated to me that the uncomfortable (only for me, of course) topic of conversation was just getting started.

"Becky," pressed Brenda's mother Elizabeth, "Would it be presumptuous on our part to ask what kind of transgression Blondie committed to deserve such an embarrassing punishment?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Hollister. I think you should know, and after I tell you I'm certain that you won't have any sympathy for him." The ladies were all looking on with bated breaths. Even the maid was looking on with rapt attention. "You see," continued Becky, addressing all the ladies, "I was relaxing in the bath one evening, and Blondie—he's my brother, in case you didn't know—Blondie had one of his friends over. Well, the little creep picked the lock on the bathroom door and he and his friend came barging in on me. They were standing over me, staring at me like little perverts."

The collective gasps emanating from the five ladies left no doubt as to their level of disapproval. "My word!" exclaimed Josephine.

"Such despicable behavior!" said Charlotte.

"Abominable," added Katarina.

"Detestable," said Elizabeth.

"Reprehensible!" agreed Tatiana.

"I know," said Becky. "So now—and it's a long story how it came to be, and that's not important right now—Blondie is under Brenda's and my control, and we are making him pay for his dirty deed."

"As well you should!" said Katarina. "The nerve of him!"

Brenda's mother looked at me with piercing eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" she asked.

"I....I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I did it. My friend and I were just playing a joke."

"A joke?" responded Elizabeth. "A sick joke, at best. I'll bet you don't think it's so funny right now, do you?" I shook my head while staring at the floor.

"Miss....it's Becky, right?" asked Josephine. Becky nodded and Josephine said, "Do you think this punishment quite fits the crime?"

Becky had an inquisitive look on her face and said, "What exactly do you mean, ma'am?"

"Well," replied Josephine, "While his enforced outfit is certainly embarrassing for the young rascal, he did see you much more exposed than you are seeing him right now, you poor dear. One might think that it would be appropriate if the young man were to have to shed some of his clothing as a fitting punishment."

"Yes," agreed Tatiana. "An eye for an eye."

"A tooth for a tooth," said Katarina.

"Tit for tat," offered Charlotte.

"Poetic justice," chimed in Katarina again.

"Poetic justice from the poetry group?" laughed Josephine.

"I think that is a wonderful idea," affirmed Elizabeth. "He should at least be required to disrobe to his underpants."

"Here, here!" chimed in Katarina enthusiastically.

I was getting extremely nervous, as one might expect. These ladies seemed to be chomping at the bit over an opportunity to humiliate me. "Wait! Please," I tried to interject. "They've already seen me na..."

"Girls," said Elizabeth, ignoring me completely and addressing Becky and Brenda, "Are you two in a rush, or can you stay a bit while we teach this little devil a good lesson?"

Becky and Brenda looked at each other and grinned.

A chance to see me humiliated by a bunch of posh ladies at a tea party? Gee, I wonder how they'll respond.

"Oh, I think we can stay, Mrs. Hollister," said Becky. "We can stay as long as you deem necessary."

"Very well, then," said Elizabeth. "Ladies, how shall we go about disciplining this young man?" she said while looking me up and down.

Josephine spoke right away. She seemed like someone I should be wary of. Hell, they all did. "As you astutely noted, Liz, I think we should have him parade around for us in his underwear."

"Yes," agreed Tatiana. "We need to embarrass him, as I'm sure his poor sister was quite embarrassed when the wretch barged in on her in the bath."

"Maybe we can have him serve us tea while he is so exposed," suggested Charlotte. "I'm sure that would be quite embarrassing for the lad." All the females tittered at the prospect. A couple of the especially refined ones held the tips of their fingers to their lips as they did so.

I momentarily considered making a beeline for the door, even though I knew the repercussions down the road would be severe. But both Becky and Brenda were stationed in a spot where they could provide interference, and I wouldn't put it past anyone in the room to give them a helping hand.

I have to at least TRY to talk my way out of this ghastly scenario.

"Please....everyone," I started. "I said I was sorry, and I promise I will never do anything like that again. It was meant to be a joke, but now I fully understand that it was a bad idea." I looked at Becky beseechingly. "Please, can we just go to the car now?"

"I don't think so," countered Brenda's mother. "You need to be taught a lesson for your contemptible behavior. And from here on you will not speak unless spoken to. Misbehaving children should be seen and not heard." Becky and Brenda, who were standing together off to the side, let out an audible chuckle. "Now, where were we, ladies?" continued Elizabeth. "Oh yes, the discipline session. We seem to be in agreement that having the young miscreant cavorting about in his underwear would be an appropriate way to proceed."

"I propose that we allow him to retain his girlish shoes and frilly socks," declared Charlotte with a gleam in her eyes.

"Oh, that's a marvelous idea," agreed Katarina. "They do look adorable on him, and I suspect it might raise his embarrassment level up a notch."

"Okay, then," smiled Elizabeth. "Underpants with Becky's shoes and frilly socks it shall be. Now, let me ask you. How shall we go about the disrobing procedure?"

For gosh sakes, I should have just torn the clothes off right then and there. Brenda's mother was intentionally drawing out the scene to add to my discomfiture, and she was certainly succeeding in that effort. Plus, I'm sure it was very enjoyable for her and her guests.

"We could have him do a striptease for us," suggested Charlotte. "Maybe put on some music to disrobe by?"

"That would be entertaining," said Elizabeth. "And quite embarrassing for the lad, I'm sure. So, we should have him take his own clothes off?"

"Or I could do it," said Josephine with a sly grin, much to the merriment of her friends.

"Oh, you little devil, Josephine!" cackled Elizabeth. "I think that's a fine idea. All those in favor of Josie undressing the young culprit, please raise your hands."

The hands of all five ladies rose in the air. Becky and Brenda seemed content, at least for the moment, to not be active participants in the proceedings. But, judging by the looks on their faces, they were enjoying themselves immensely.

"It's unanimous," declared Elizabeth. "The removal of his clothing shall be carried out properly by Josephine." All eyes turned to me.

"Come," beckoned Josephine as she motioned with her forefinger for me to approach her.

Chapter 2: Punishment

With a profound sense of dread, I obediently took the few steps needed and stopped in front of Josephine. I was trembling slightly.

"Gerlinde," said Elizabeth, addressing the maid, "Maybe you can stand by and accept the items of clothing from Josephine as she removes them."

"Certainly, ma'am," answered the maid. It was only two words, but I detected a European accent—almost certainly German.

The maid walked over and stood next to Josephine. I glanced at her and got the distinct impression that she was enjoying her duties at that moment—I'm guessing more than she ever had.

Josephine took hold of my hands and gently pulled me toward her. She looked up at me. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I carry out your punishment?" she asked. I shook my head. I knew there was nothing I could say to alter what was about to transpire. "Very well, then. I will proceed." With that she used both hands to take hold of the material of my tee shirt and lift it free from the confines of the shorts.

"If you'd be kind enough to kneel down, I would be much obliged. I would prefer to accomplish your disrobing from a sitting position. I have been dealing with some nagging knee pain, and I will find it much more comfortable to remain seated."

So sorry about your knee pain. As long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters. Don't worry about me, I don't have a care in the world right now.

I kneeled, awaiting my destiny. "Thank you, my child. Now you are in a splendid position to facilitate the removal of your top." She took hold of the hem of the tee shirt with both hands. "If you'd kindly lift your arms up...." I raised my hands above my head. "Nice and high, please." I straightened out my arms until my hands were high in the air. "Ah, perfect. Thank you. Now I can pull this up and off without hindrance," she said as she steadily pulled my shirt up and off. "Excellent," she said. The maid reached her hand out and Josephine handed her the shirt. "Thank you, Gerlinde," said Josephine.

"You're quite welcome, ma'am," she responded. The maid folded my shirt very neatly and draped it over her arm. She stood there in wait for the next article of clothing, one which I was loath to part with.

"You can stand up now," instructed Josephine. I stood, with my arms across my chest. I was feeling my nakedness, as I felt all eyes on my upper body.

"I do find his physique somewhat becoming," noted Charlotte. "Thin, but not skinny."

"Slender," said Josephine.

"Lithe," followed Tatiana.

"Slim," chimed in Elizabeth.

"Svelte," said Charlotte.

"Fragile is the word that comes to mind," said Katarina.

"Yes, fragile! Kudos, Kat! Quite well done!" complimented Tatiana.

I'm sure the reader has gathered that my having to listen to their back-and-forth observations was nothing less than excruciating for me. It was like I was their plaything, and they could say or do whatever they wanted. And their comments about me weren't exactly flattering for a 16-year-old boy who was eager to be more of a man. It most certainly exacerbated my humiliation, which, of course, is exactly what they had in mind.

"Thank you," responded Katarina. "I'm gratified that you agree. He does look a bit on the delicate side, with the smooth looking skin that is almost bereft of hair."

"Yes, there is definitely a paucity of hair," said Tatiana.

"Virtually hairless," said Josephine as she looked me over.

"A baldy," said Charlotte.

"A real smoothie," said Tatiana.

"A tad on the feminine side, wouldn't you say?" asked Katarina.

"Soft," said Elizabeth.

"Silky," commented Tatiana.

"Tender," followed Josephine.

"Oh, I do think we've really embarrassed him," said Katarina. "Look how red his cheeks are, the poor boy." It was true. Just when I think my face can't get any hotter, it reaches another level.

And I'm about to lose my shorts!

"Oh my, you are so right, Tatiana," said Josephine. "I think we'd best suspend our teasing, lest the poor lad faints from embarrassment before we get our chance to undress him." After a pause, Josephine looked up to me and gave me a command. "I'd like you to ask me very nicely if I would remove your short pants for you," she said. "And you're to address me as Miss Josephine." Audible murmurs of approval emanated from the ladies.

"Miss....Miss Josephine, would you remove my shorts....my short pants.....for me?" I managed to eke out.

"Such manners," she replied. "Did your parents not teach you common courtesy, and how to use the word 'please'? Now try again. Only this time you can ask me if it would be acceptable to prance around in your underpants for everyone's entertainment." The maid could not suppress a snicker, and she was not alone.

"Miss Josephine, would you....may I prance....would it be acceptable to.......may I prance around in my underpants for everyone's entertainment Please?"

The giggling throughout the room was a tad less restrained. My face felt like it was inside a furnace.

"It will be our pleasure," answered Josephine.

The room was deathly quiet as she took me by the hips and gently drew me closer to her. I was now in a position where my shorts were easily accessible to a lady who was intent on separating them from my body. She reached for the button on my (well, technically Becky's) shorts. She broke the silence as she deliberately worked on the button.

"I do believe this method of punishment will achieve satisfactory results," said Josephine as she successfully unbuttoned the shorts. "I honestly can't think of any better means than shame and embarrassment to attain the behavior modification of a young miscreant that is required here." Again there was dead silence as everyone watched intently. She took hold of the zipper and lowered it as far as she could. The shorts fit quite snugly, so they did not drop down on their own—not that it would be a deterrent for her. She took hold of the hems with both hands and started tugging downward, ever so slowly. When they were lowered a few inches, exposing the band of my white briefs and some of the material below the band, she stopped and leaned back in her chair.

"Before I go on," Josephine said to me, "I'd like to know what your train of thought was before you went barging in on your sister like that."

I didn't know what to say, as in all honesty not a lot of thought went into it, other than I thought it would be fun to piss off my sister—and to see her naked. "Well, I....I ....I really wasn't thinking....I guess."

"Think about it now, then. Put yourself in your sister's position. If she and a friend of hers—say, Brenda—walked in on you while you were naked in the bath, would you be embarrassed?"

"I guess."

"You guess, my child? Are you embarrassed right now?"

Of course I am, you bitch, and I'm becoming more and more embarrassed by this line of questioning. But that's what you have in mind, isn't it?

"Yes," I said, staring straight down.

"Of course you are. Your cheeks are a dazzling shade of red right now."

She looked over to her poetry group friends. "Ladies, I'd say the lad looks pretty embarrassed right now, does he not?"

"Indubitably," answered Charlotte.

"Yes, positively mortified," said Tatiana.

"Quite shamed, indeed," said Elizabeth.

"Abashed," said Charlotte.

"Humiliated, I'd say," offered Katarina.

"Excellent," said Josephine. "Then we are on the right track."

She looked up at me. "Shall we continue?" she asked me.

What am I supposed to say? If I say yes, she will take the shorts off. If I say no, I'll have to deal with more humiliating dialogue, then she will take the shorts off. "Yes," I answered subserviently.

"Yes, what?" she admonished.

"Yes, please."

"Very good, I think we are starting to get through to you. Let's proceed." Again she took the hems of my shorts on either side, but this time she didn't stop pulling on them until they reached my ankles. "Step out of your short pants, please," she directed. I lifted each leg out of the pool of material at my feet. She promptly scooped them up and handed them to the lady on her right.

"Thank you, Gerlinde," she said.

"You're quite welcome, ma'am," she responded. The maid properly folded the shorts in half and laid them over her arm with my previously discarded shirt. I stood with my shoulders slumped and my hands crossed over the front of my underpants. I was embarrassed as all get-out.

"I do declare," observed Tatiana. "We have managed to embarrass him to the nth degree."

"Indeed," said Charlotte. "Look at his body language, and the color of his cheeks."

"Quite red," agreed Elizabeth.

"Crimson," countered Katarina.

"Well," added Josephine, "The lad is stripped to his underpants against his will while a group of ladies are ogling him. It's no wonder he is so embarrassed. I do declare, I can't imagine what it would feel like to be in his predicament."

"Unimaginable, indeed," said Charlotte.

"Unfathomable," said Tatiana.

"Unthinkable," offered Elizabeth.

"Incomprehensible," chimed in Charlotte again.

"I would think that his choice of underpants probably heightens his embarrassment, wouldn't you?" said Tatiana.

"Most definitely," responded Josephine. "I remember my son wore white briefs like these during his childhood before begging me to let him graduate to something more sophisticated in lieu of his childish underwear. I believe he was eleven at the time."

I heard Becky and Brenda giggling somewhere behind me. I looked up at the maid and detected a smirk on her face. I was wallowing in my wretchedness.

And the worst was yet to come.

Chapter 3: Servitude

"I find it interesting," said Katarina, "that he has chosen to rest his hands over his privates."

"Yes, I do too," said Tatiana. "I could understand it if he wasn't wearing his underpants, but...."

"I think—oh, I do apologize, Tatiana," said Josephine. "How boorish of me to interrupt. Please, finish your thought."

"Oh, that's quite all right," responded Tatiana. "Please, I would really like to hear what you think."

"Well, I was going to say that he is wearing....shall I say, somewhat form-fitting boyish underpants, which would allow us to see a protuberance in the material, caused by his private parts."

"I see where you are going with this," said Tatiana. "Perhaps he is shy about allowing us to observe the protuberance."

"Yes," responded Josephine. "And it is possible—in fact quite plausible, considering how slender and fragile he is—that the reason he is shy about allowing us to see the protuberance is that he is embarrassed by its....lack of substance."

"I think you're probably right in that assessment, Josie," said Elizabeth. "When I look him up and down—as I'm sure we all have done several times already, and are doing so as I speak—he doesn't really strike me as the type that is blessed with....let's see, how shall I phrase this without being gauche....he doesn't strike me as the type that is blessed with....ahem....a sizable endowment in the genitalia department." There was some tittering emanating from the posh ladies. One of them had two fingers over her lips as she tittered.

"Well put, Liz," complimented Charlotte. "In fact, I submit that quite the opposite of a sizable endowment might be the case."

"Thus the hands over his private parts," said Tatiana.

"Because he is too shy—or too embarrassed, to be more accurate—to display the front of his little boy underpants," said Josephine.

"Exactly," said Charlotte. "Why else would he assume that posture, unless he had something to hide?"

"Well, maybe he has nothing to hide," said Katarina.

"Good point," said Elizabeth, as they all laughed.

"I do think it is unbecoming," said Charlotte. "Perhaps we should have him serve us tea to better occupy his hands."

"A fine idea," said Elizabeth. "Young man, if you please, my guests are all in need of a refill. You'll find the teapot on the coffee table behind you, along with all the necessary accoutrements."

I looked behind me, and indeed there was a silver—I suppose it was Sterling Silver—teapot on the table, along with five fancily decorated teacups and saucers. Each cup and saucer had a tiny spoon set on the saucer.

"Gerlinde," continued Elizabeth, "Could you please demonstrate for the lad the proper etiquette for serving tea? You can serve Josephine first, then he can serve the rest of us."

"Certainly, ma'am," said Gerlinde.

"Young man," said Elizabeth, "You need to keep a close eye on Gerlinde while she serves. I expect you to follow her example to perfection." Now in full-fledged anxiety mode, I watched Gerlinde, who now had a white towel draped over her arm instead of my shirt and shorts. A quick survey of the room did not satisfy my hope of spotting my clothes.

Gerlinde gently nudged me to the side so she could address Josephine. Gerlinde was holding the teapot in one hand and a cup and saucer in the other. "How do you take your tea, ma'am?" she asked. I'm pretty sure she knew the answer, since she likely served her before I arrived. I assumed it was for my benefit.

"No milk or sweetener for me, dear." Gerlinde deftly poured the tea, bent over, and handed it to Josephine. "Thank you, Gerlinde," she said.

"You're welcome, ma'am," answered the maid.

Gerlinde then set the teapot down and stepped toward me. She held out the towel. I did not immediately reach out for it. I guess I was trying to delay the inevitable. The prospect of serving tea to these ladies in my underpants seemed to have rendered me temporarily paralyzed. Gerlinde took my left arm by the wrist and pulled it up, then draped the towel over my forearm. My right hand continued to shield the small bulge in my underpants.

"If any of the guests take their tea with milk or sweetener, there is a proper way to handle their request," instructed Gerlinde. "Sweetener should be added after you pour the tea, whereas milk should be put in the cup before pouring. A teaspoon of sugar or a teaspoon of milk will suffice, unless the guest requests otherwise." Gerlinde stepped aside, gesturing with her palm for me to proceed.

Oh, shit, I guess I'm really doing this!

I stepped to the coffee table, hesitated, then picked up the teapot with my right hand. Eight sets of eyes immediately zeroed in on my crotch.
For me, the best course of action was to get the fucking tea poured as quickly as possible. I picked up the cup and saucer that was sitting in front of Katarina. "How do you take your tea, ma'am?" I forced myself to ask.

"A spot of milk for me, please," she responded. I looked back to the table and saw what looked to be a smallish porcelain container of milk on a small plate, accompanied by a teaspoon. I momentarily stood awkwardly, then set the teapot back down. As I was bending over to get a teaspoon of milk, there was some tittering, and outright giggling from Becky and Brenda's vicinity. I flushed brighter as I poured the tea and handed it to Katarina. "Thank you, dear," she said. I didn't respond right away, and she looked at me expectantly.

"You're welcome, ma'am?" I replied.

I moved on to the next guest and picked up Tatiana's cup and saucer. "How do you take your tea, ma'am?"

And so it went, until they each had a full cup of tea, and I was thoroughly mortified.

When I was finished, I wasn't quite sure where to turn, but I had my eye on the next room. Gerlinde took me by the arm and gently pulled me to a spot in the center of the room, all too close to the guests, in my estimation. "You need to stand by at the ready in case any of the guests need your assistance," she counseled. She then took my left arm and held it up to my side, adjusting the towel. She took my right wrist and pressed the back of my hand to the small of my back. She then pushed my shoulders back. "You need to stand up straight," she directed, before slithering off to the side of the room, leaving me to fend for myself. I was facing the dreaded tea party ladies, and they all seemed to be staring and smiling at me. It was uncomfortably silent for what felt like forever before Katarina spoke up. In retrospect I think I would have preferred the silence.

"If I may say so," she said while setting her teacup down on her saucer, "He really is a delectable sight, standing there subserviently, almost bare and blushing so."

"Indeed," said Elizabeth. "And the light blond hair contrasts so nicely with his blushing cheeks."

"Exquisite," said Charlotte.

"Enchanting," followed Tatiana.

"Delicious," said Josephine, while licking her lips.

"I find his legs rather fetching," said Tatiana.

"Indeed," responded Katarina. "They're long and slender, and there's not much hair. They're quite pretty, actually."

"Attractive," said Tatiana.

"Feminine," said Charlotte.

"Lovely," chimed in Elizabeth.

"Charming," said Josephine.

"There really isn't much hair anywhere below his head," noted Katarina.

What's with this Katarina lady and the hair obsession? Stop it!

"That's true," said Tatiana. "I do find it captivating."

"I wonder if he has begun to grow hair on his underarms," persisted Katarina.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

"There was a moment," said Josephine, "while I was taking his shirt off. He put his arms down rather quickly, but I can't say that I saw any hair in that split second."

"I do wonder," said Charlotte.

"I am curious also," said Tatiana.

"Inquiring minds want to know," said Katarina.

"Well, there is a simple resolution," said Elizabeth. "Gerlinde, would you mind positioning the young lad in such a way that we are able to observe his underarms?"

Why don't they just ask me? I don't want to do this, but I really don't like the maid being involved. She seems to be enjoying herself way too much.

"Not at all, ma'am," she replied. Gerlinde came over to me and took the towel from my arm. She then stepped behind me, took hold of my wrists and lifted them to the back of my head, then adjusted my fingers so that they interlocked. Her last move was to take hold of my elbows and pull them backward, until they were parallel behind my head. She leaned forward to peek at my underarms before sauntering off a few steps to the side with a satisfied smile.

"Thank you, Gerlinde," said Elizabeth. "This is perfect."

"My pleasure, ma'am," answered Gerlinde.

Yeah, I'm sure it was. Schadenfreude, anyone?

Indeed, I'm sure much to the delight of the ladies, I had yet to grow any hair on my armpits. I had finally started puberty (about fucking time!), and had started growing pubic hair, but so far not much else. I prepared myself for having to suffer through more of their repartee, and sure enough, they started right in.

"What a delightful presentation," said Tatiana.

"Yes, a lovely display," agreed Charlotte.

"Our question is answered," said Katarina. "His underarms are completely devoid of hair."

"I do find it engaging," said Elizabeth.

"Indeed," chimed in Josephine. "He's tall, slender, smooth, and so innocent looking. To top it off, his obvious embarrassment is delicious. His blushing face is like a cherry on top. It's very pleasing to the eye."

"I simply must have a picture of this," said Katarina as she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. "I hope you don't mind, Liz."

"Oh, no, by all means, Kat, please go right ahead. And I think we would all be grateful if you would be kind enough to pass along a copy to the group."

"Sure, I'll be happy to. This should be a darling photograph." Katarina then stood up and carefully set up the shot, then took a picture of a red-faced 16-year-old boy in his underpants, frilly ankle socks with girlish tennis shoes, and a miserable expression on his face. I'm sure that is exactly what she was hoping to capture. "Perfect!" she said, as she smiled at the image on her phone.

"Did you get a close-up of his underpants?" asked Tatiana. "I'm having a bit of trouble discerning what he was trying to cover up earlier."

"I didn't get a close-up," answered Katarina. "But we can always enlarge the picture with our fingers and zoom in. I do see what you mean, though, Tatiana. I don't see much there with the naked eye."

"I don't either," said Charlotte.

"Now here's an odd question," said Tatiana. "Do we know for sure that he really is a boy?"

There was a soft gasp that emanated from one of the ladies, followed by a moment of silence as they continued to size me up. I glanced down at my underpants, and, though the size of bulge formed by my penis may have been below average, there was enough there to leave no doubt as to my gender. But that wasn't going to deter the ladies from continuing their current course.

"Hmm, one does wonder," answered Charlotte. "He does have some feminine features."

"Such a provocative question, Tatiana," said Josephine. "So, you're thinking that the possibility looms that he—or 'she,' as the case may be—is a girl masquerading as a boy?"

"Well, yes and no," replied Tatiana. "He does have a boy's haircut, but his shoes and socks are that of a female. So, I guess one could also surmise that he could actually be a boy masquerading as a girl. It's really hard to say."

"Such an intriguing perplexity," stated Katarina.

"Indeed," said Charlotte, as she eyed me closely.

Oh, fuck me, I see where they might be going with this.

"And it could well be," said Elizabeth, "that he is not masquerading at all, that indeed he is a boy that is being forced into feminine attire against his will by his sister and is suffering his just comeuppance in retaliation for his grave misdeed."

Oh, thank you for that. Can we please just let this go now and move on?

"That is certainly a possibility," persisted Josephine. "But I, for one, think we would be remiss if we went home today without knowing his—or her—gender with absolute certainty."

Oh, fuck me again!

Katarina looked at my underpants with a gleam in her eyes. "Oh, Josephine," she said with a giggle. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking, you devil, you?"

"I have to admit, I think I was on the same page," giggled Charlotte.

Josephine giggled back. "Great minds do think alike," she responded.

"And devious ones," laughed Katarina.

"It does seem like the best plan going forward," offered Tatiana. Like Katarina, she was staring at my underpants. "When all is said and done, the proof is in the pudding."

"It does appear that we're in agreement," said Katarina. "Does anyone have a proposal as to the manner in which we accomplish the........unveiling, if you will?"

"There are options," said Tatiana. "He could, upon request, simply lower his underpants for us."

"Or I could do it," said Josephine for the second time that morning. The reaction was considerably more animated than the first time.

"Yes!" said Tatiana. "Josephine is the perfect choice to perform the unveiling."

As before, Josephine looked at me, motioned with her forefinger, and said one word. "Come," she said. And as before, I obediently walked over and stepped in front of her, only this time with an even bigger sense of trepidation. She looked up at me and smiled. "Feels like déjà vu, doesn't it?" she asked. I didn't respond. "Only this time," she continued, "there is a bit more at stake, wouldn't you say?" she asked with a sly grin. Again I had nothing to say, as I felt there was no point in perpetuating her banter. She slid her fingers inside the band of my underpants, causing me to shudder. My heartbeat was going a mile a minute as I braced myself for the imminent humiliation. I clenched my eyes shut as she slowly began pulling downward.

"Wait!" cried Elizabeth. Josephine, a bit surprised by the interruption, paused and looked up at her friend. Her fingers remained hooked around the insides of the band of my underpants. "I'm sorry to be a killjoy," said Elizabeth. "But I'm wondering if we might possibly be taking this a bit too far."

Finally, someone shows a hint of human decency. The debauchery ends here? Oh, please!

"Think about it, ladies," she continued. "Our intention was to embarrass the lad in hopes that he would learn his lesson after committing such a repulsive act upon his sister. I don't think there is any doubt that we have managed to embarrass him. My gosh, I've never seen anyone blush so brightly and for so long in my entire being." She paused to address me. "Look at me, young man." She was behind me, and Josephine still had a firm grip on my underpants, so I was hesitant to turn around.

Could you let go of my underpants? Give it up, would ya'? You heard the lady of the house.

I turned my head as far as my neck would allow. Josephine stubbornly maintained her grip on my underpants. I thought I felt them go down another notch.

Please, make her stop!

"Do you think you have learned your lesson?" Elizabeth asked me.

"Yes, ma'am," I said without hesitation. "I promise," I added, desperately hoping she would put an immediate stop to the sordid proceedings.

"Very well, then. I think we should let you get dressed, and you and the girls can go on your way." I had a feeling that the level of disappointment among the rest of the females in the room was only matched by the level of my sense of relief. "Gerlinde," continued Elizabeth, "Would you please go fetch Blondie's clothes?"

"Will do, ma'am," she replied. She turned toward the hallway and took only three steps before she was waylaid by Brenda, who strategically picked that moment to speak. They would be her first words since we had entered the living room, which seemed like ages ago.

"Gerlinde," Brenda said. "Would you mind holding off for just a moment?" she asked.

"Certainly," she said, before stopping and turning around with a quizzical expression on her face.

"Mother," said Brenda, "There is something I need to tell you. It's about Blondie."

What the fuck? What is she up to? This can't be good!

Chapter 4: Disciplined

Elizabeth looked at me with a furrowed brow, then at her daughter. "What is it, dear?"

"Well, it's something he did to me a while back, in school. I probably should have told you, but it was a bit embarrassing...."

Oh, shit. I think I know where this is going. Oh, shit!

"It's okay, Brenda, you can tell me. Would you like to go in the other room and talk in private?"

"No, it's okay, Mother. I'm over it now. But I think it is time that you know what he did."

Oh. Shit.

Elizabeth took another look at me—a stern one, at that—then looked back at Brenda. "Okay, please, dear, get it off your chest." That was an interesting choice of words, as the reader will soon see.

"Well, I walked into homeroom one morning, and....he had written something on the board. It was....he was trying to embarrass me, and I have to say that he was successful. Everybody was looking at me when I walked in, then I looked at the board."

"Do tell, dear" said Elizabeth. "What did he write on the board?"

Uh-oh.

"Well, in deference to your guests," said Brenda as she gestured toward the enraptured foursome with an open palm, "I will refrain from divulging the exact text, as it was a bit on the vulgar side. But let's just say they were disparaging comments about the size of my chest."

A few gasps emanated from the guests. Josephine finally let go of my fucking underpants. Elizabeth remained silent for an extended time, but I could almost see the blood rising to her head as she contemplated Brenda's disclosure.

Then, suddenly, it was like she lost control; such was her state of fury. I know she was upset that I had made fun of her daughter, but man, she was really pissed. In retrospect, I'm thinking I struck a nerve, maybe because she shared a similar physical characteristic with Brenda, that of a less than average-sized chest. Whatever the reason, I would suffer the consequences of her wrath. In spades.

"That does it!" she screamed. "How dare you embarrass my daughter like that in front of her classmates! You're more shameless than I thought. I know a good way to deal with naughty boys like you.

"Gerlinde, would you go get one of the dining room chairs and bring it in here, please? Preferably one without the arms."

"Certainly, ma'am," said Gerlinde.

Gerlinde was very efficient and was only gone for a few moments before returning with the chair and setting it down, facing the center of the room. It had no arms, a straight back and a red cushion.

I think the sudden turn of events must have thrown my brain for a loop, because I'm pretty sure I was the last one in the room to comprehend the purpose of the chair, but I finally realized that if things transpired as I suddenly suspected, then eventually I would have my own built-in red cushion—and a painful one at that.

Elizabeth sat in the chair, then smoothed out her long skirt with both palms. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes. "You get over here right now, young man!"

Oh, this would be way too humiliating. I just can't let it happen.

I looked at her, then at the opening between myself and the next room. I took off running.

But I didn't get very far. I don't even know where the hell I thought I would go. After all, I was clad in a pair of underpants, and I had no idea where my clothes were. I just knew I had to get out of there, and somehow avoid being spanked like a child in front of eight females, all of whom were probably licking their chops at the prospect.

I also had no inkling that the maid's quickness, agility, and strength were far superior to my own. When Gerlinde caught me from behind, wrapped her arms around me and lifted me in the air, I had this vision of her in her younger days as a German athlete on steroids.

I wasn't going down quietly. I kicked my legs wildly as she started walking me over to Brenda's mother. I was kicking up a storm and I know I managed to kick her in the shins a couple of times. I don't think she appreciated it.

"Ma'am," she asked, addressing Elizabeth, "May have permission to remove his shoes? I don't want him to hurt you if he happens to kick you."

"Certainly, Gerlinde. By all means, please do. Would you like some help?"

"No thank you, ma'am. I can handle him."

And man, could she. I'm sure there is a name for the wrestling hold I suddenly found myself locked into, but I couldn't tell you what it is. All I knew was that she was sitting on the small of my back, and I was pretty much immobilized. Any attempt on my part to break away resulted in intense pain.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed.

The outburst of profanity elicited gasps of shock and dismay from the guests. "You'll suffer consequences for that with a separate punishment," admonished Elizabeth.

Meanwhile, Gerlinde went to work on my shoes. She knew I was defenseless, so she took the effort to untie the shoes instead of just yanking them off. She then pulled them off and placed them neatly side by side next to us.

"You might as well remove his socks while you're at it," said Elizabeth. "He'll undergo his punishment in just his underpants."

Why? I'm glad to lose these fucking socks, but....

"Yes, ma'am," Gerlinde answered. She effortlessly removed the socks and diligently placed them inside the shoes. I felt the air on my bare feet.

Oh, now I see. It feels more naked. I'm sure it LOOKS that way, too.

I don't know how Gerlinde did it, because I was fighting her tooth and nail, but the next thing I knew I was lying face down on Brenda's mother's lap. Gerlinde had a firm grip on my biceps, and try as I might I was unable to extricate myself from her grasp, or to dislodge myself from Elizabeth's lap. For good measure, Becky and Brenda had each taken hold of one of my ankles to keep me from kicking my legs.

I braced myself for the first smack. But there was something Elizabeth felt the need to do in preparation for her onslaught. I should have known it was coming, but I was caught completely unawares when I felt her fingers inside the waist band of my underpants.

Oh no, not on my bare ass! Not in front of these ladies. I'm too old for this!

"No!" I screamed. "Please don't!"

But of course, my pleas fell on deaf ears, as I suffered the ignominious humiliation of having my underpants pulled down my thighs, completely exposing my quivering ass cheeks.

So much for human decency and ending the debauchery.

"No!" I screamed again.

But the only answer was the loud slapping sound of a hand against bare skin. Then another. And another. And another. I lost count, but there were many, all in quick succession.

"Ow! No! Please stop!"

I looked back, and I think her right hand must have started hurting, so she switched to her left. It was no less effective, as I felt the sting of her relentless smacks peppering my backside.

"Oh! No more! Please!" I begged. I had tears in my eyes, as the pain was really registering.

"I think you all can let go," said Elizabeth. "I don't think he'll be putting up much of a fight anymore." She was right. I had been spanked into submission. Gerlinde and the girls released my arms and legs, but I compliantly remained on Elizabeth's lap. For good measure she slapped me a few more times while I clenched my eyes shut and held onto the legs of the chair.

"Oh! Oh! Oh God, please, no more!"

Finally, she relented. "You can get up now," she said.

I pondered my next move. Even though it felt like someone was holding a torch to my ass, my main concern was that my underpants had been pulled halfway down my thighs. My priority was to pull them back up without anyone catching a glimpse of my privates. I slid off her lap and quickly put one hand over my crotch while simultaneously reaching for my underpants with the other.

"Leave those right where they are," commanded Elizabeth, quite authoritatively.

I pulled my hand from my underpants and stood there with both hands covering my genitals. "Awkward" doesn't come close to describing my plight, as I didn't know what to do or where to go. Brenda's mother took care of that. "You can go stand in the corner for a spell and reflect upon your behavior," she said.

Just like a 6-year-old boy. Oh, the shame.

I looked to the side of the room and the corner she pointed to was a few feet away, in full view of everyone. Resigned to the descended state of my underpants, I waddled to the corner, stretching my legs out to the sides to keep my underpants from slipping down any further.

I reached my destination and stuck my nose against the corner of the wall. Now with no danger of anyone seeing my genitals, I placed the backs of my hands over each of my butt cheeks. Evidently, that wouldn't do. "Put your hands by your sides and keep them there," came the charge from Elizabeth. I did so, exposing my red-hot buttocks to all.

"Gerlinde," said Elizabeth, "Would you do me a favor and go get a fresh bar of soap from the cabinet, please?"

"Will do, ma'am," she replied.

While Gerlinde walked out my mind was racing, trying to figure out what the bar of soap was for, and was hoping beyond hope that it didn't involve me.

What, is she going to give me a fucking bath?

Gerlinde, ever the efficient one, returned promptly. In her hand was an oval-shaped, pink bar of soap. "Thank you, Gerlinde," said Elizabeth. "You can insert it into the naughty boy's mouth. Maybe his memory of the aftertaste will give him cause for pause next time he considers using such filthy language."

"Indeed, ma'am," replied Gerlinde.

As Gerlinde walked over to me I instinctively moved my hands to cover my crotch. She held the bar of soap near my mouth. "Open," she said. I immediately caught a whiff of the flowery fragrance. I kept my mouth closed and retracted my face from the corner in a feeble effort to put distance between myself and the bar of soap. Instead, I felt the soap pushing hard against my lips. "Open," she said again. Of course she would triumph, regardless of how hard I might try to avoid it. I parted my lips, and she pushed the soap into my mouth until it reached my soft palate. It was a relatively small bar of soap, so only an inch or two protruded from my mouth. "Bite down on it with your teeth so it doesn't slip out," she said. Before walking away, she used her palm to gently push my head until it was firmly in the corner, then reached around me, grabbed my wrists, and pulled my hands to my sides.

In case the reader has never had the pleasure of tasting soap, let me help you out. DON'T! It's horrible! I've never tasted anything so bitter in my life, and hope to hell I never do again.

Meanwhile, I was about to be subjected to more biting comments from the ladies.

"Elizabeth," said Katarina, "I must commend you for the job you did of warming his behind."

"Thank you," responded Elizabeth. "He really had it coming."

"His derriere is quite a magnificent shade of red," said Josephine.

"Yes," chimed in Tatiana. "It's almost glowing."

"I'm so glad you performed the spanking on his bare bottom," said Charlotte.

"Yes," said Josephine. "Much more embarrassing for him that way."

"He certainly deserved it," said Tatiana.

"I have to admit," said Katarina, "that I found it somewhat titillating."

Pervert.

"I know what you mean," laughed Tatiana.

"Yes," said Charlotte. "I think Elizabeth surprised him when she pulled down his underpants. He was screaming bloody murder and begging her not to expose his bottom to us like that. I found that part of the spanking rather stimulating."

"Did you notice how his bottom was twitching when Liz bared it for all of us to see?" asked Josephine.

"Yes, it was such a delectable sight," said Tatiana.

"Enchanting," said Charlotte.

"Delicious," added Katarina.

"Provocative," said Josephine.

Perverts. All of them.

"He does have a cute little bottom," said Charlotte.

"Yes, it is quite captivating," agreed Tatiana.

"Oh, I just saw it twitch," said Katarina. "I think we're embarrassing him again."

You think?

"There it goes again," laughed Josephine. "It happens when he squeezes his cheeks together."

"Silly boy," said Katarina. "I think it's a defensive reaction, but it only serves to tickle our fancy."

"It tickles our fancy when he twitches his fanny," said Josephine, much to everyone's hilarity.

"Gerlinde," laughed Elizabeth. "Perhaps it might be best to remove the soap from his mouth. We wouldn't want him to swallow too much and become ill. I suspect he has learned his lesson. I highly doubt that we'll be hearing any more ugly profanity spewing from his mouth."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, and Gerlinde...." I heard her whispering to her maid, but at the time I had no idea what she was telling her.

"Yes, ma'am," said Gerlinde, this time with a slight but discernible chuckle. I heard Gerlinde walking toward me and again I covered my crotch. I was quite appreciative when she pulled the bar of soap out of my mouth, as the experience was becoming very unpleasant. I swear I still had the bitter taste in my mouth a week later.

I was exponentially less appreciative of her next maneuver. To my horror, I felt my underpants being swiftly pulled down to my ankles.

What the.....no!

Just as swiftly, my legs were pulled up one at a time and my underpants were slipped off my feet. Efficient as always, she had me disrobed in less than five seconds.

Oh my God! I'm naked!

"He's naked," said Katarina, ever so observantly.

"Nude," said Elizabeth.

"Au naturel," said Josephine.

"In the buff," said Charlotte.

"Bare," added Elizabeth.

"Exposed," said Tatiana.

"Vulnerable," offered Charlotte.

"Helpless," said Josephine.

"Shamed," said Elizabeth.

"Oh, yes," agreed Tatiana. "Positively mortified."

"Humiliated, I'd say," said Katarina.

"It will be some time before he gets over this," said Charlotte.

"What nightmares are made of," said Josephine.

"And it's a living nightmare," noted Charlotte.

"It's not over yet," added Katarina.

"He must be wondering, 'What's next'?" said Tatiana.

"Because I don't think his ordeal is going to end just yet," said Katarina.

"There is definitely potential for more," agreed Josephine.

"Right, more to this story before we close the book," said Charlotte.

These ladies are fucking nuts! Get me out of here!

There was silence for a long spell (thank you!), then I heard Gerlinde speak up. "Ma'am, if you please?" she said.

"Yes, Gerlinde?" answered Elizabeth.

"Ma'am, there are some mini crumpets in the kitchen that I have prepared. I am quite ready to serve them, but perhaps you would rather have the lad serve your guests?"

"Why, Gerlinde, that's a wonderful idea," answered Elizabeth.

No. No it isn't. It's a terrible idea! In fact, it is probably the worst idea any human has ever come up with in the history of mankind. Ohhhhhh.....

"Why don't you take him with you into the kitchen and instruct him on how to properly serve our guests."

"Yes, ma'am." In short order she pulled me by the elbow from the corner and started leading me toward the kitchen. My hands were securely covering my modesty.

"And when he comes back," continued Elizabeth, "I expect that you will have him cured of his filthy habit of touching his privates like that in public."

"Indeed, ma'am," answered Gerlinde as we disappeared into the kitchen.

Chapter 5: Crumpets

Gerlinde walked me through the large kitchen and placed me in front of one of the sinks. "Wash your hands," she ordered. Facing away from her, I was okay with pulling my hands away from my crotch. I turned on the water and reached for the bar of soap. I was pretty sure it was the same bar of soap that she had removed from my mouth a few minutes before. "From this point forward," she said, "You will not have your hands anywhere near your privates."

Oh God, this is going to be torture.

I finished washing my hands, then used a towel to dry them off. I stood with my back to the devilish maid. "Turn around, let's have a look," she said.

A look? Have a LOOK? What we have here is another pervert.

I slowly turned around, barely managing to resist the powerful urge to cover myself. Gerlinde looked me up and down—mostly down. She did nothing to hide the smirk on her face while looking fixedly at my crotch. "Poor boy," she said. "The ladies are going to have their fun with you when we go back out there."

With that she turned to the counter and started to arrange some finger foods on a fancy tray. I didn't know what a crumpet was, but I assumed they were the mini crumpets she referred to earlier. They were small—thus the word "mini"—and each had a tiny toothpick protruding from them.

Meanwhile, I naturally had turned my back to her, still being vigilant to keep my hands by my sides. At some point she looked back at me and was not at all pleased that I had turned around. "Turn around and face me," she said. I obediently did so. "Now put your hands behind your head, elbows out. Feet together and stand up straight. I followed her command and felt very naked and vulnerable. "We will call this the submissive position. Whenever I tell you to assume the submissive position, you will stand as you are right now. Do you understand?" I nodded. "What is this position called?" she asked.

"The submissive position," I answered meekly.

"Good. You will stay in the submissive position until I tell you otherwise. Miss Elizabeth has required me to train you properly," she continued. "It is a reflection on me if you are not properly trained, and I will not have you tarnish my standing with the lady of the house. Do you understand?" Again I nodded. " 'Yes, ma'am' would be your proper response."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"I hope so, because if you defy me I will become angry, and I will not hesitate to take you over my knee and give you another thrashing if I deem it necessary. And trust me, you do not want to be on the receiving end of a thrashing from me if I become angry." I had no doubt as to the veracity of that statement. "Now, let's get you up to speed with the proper way to serve the crumpets. The guests are waiting." She turned and picked up the tray of food and held it in front of me. "As you can see, there are two types of crumpets. You will certainly be asked about the ingredients, so listen carefully. The crumpets on the left are butter pecan with apricot preserves. The crumpets on the right are smoked salmon blended with cream cheese and quartered cucumber slices. Got it?"

"I....I think so."

"Okay, what kind of crumpets are these?" she asked while pointing to the ones on the left.

What the fuck? I really have to recite the ingredients of this stuff while I'm standing here naked in this so-called submissive position?

"They're....they're pecan with apricot."

"It's butter pecan, with apricot preserves. Try again."

"Butter pecan with apricot preserves."

"And these?"

"Salmon with cheese and....and cucumbers."

With that she turned from me, opened a drawer, pulled out a wooden spoon, and used it to whack my already tender ass with two authoritative slaps. "Ow! Oh!" I said as the pain hit home.

"They are smoked salmon blended with cream cheese and quartered cucumber slices. Say it."

"They are smoked salmon blended with cream cheese and quartered cucumber slices," I said, while writhing my hips from the pain."

"Good. You best not forget lest you want some more of this," she said while holding up the spoon.

I best not! Fuck! Butter pecan with apricot preserves, smoked salmon blended with cream cheese and quartered cucumber slices. Butter pecan with apricot preserves, smoked salmon blended with cream cheese and quartered cucumber slices. Fuck!

"Now, as you serve the guests you are to ask, 'May I interest you in a mini crumpet, ma'am?' Let me hear you say it."

"May I interest you in a mini crumpet, ma'am?" I complied.

"Good," said Gerlinde. "And you should hand them one of these napkins as they are accepting your offering," she said as she pointed to the napkins on the tray. "Also, you are never to let this tray shield their view from your little privates. I have the impression that they will be quite keen on looking them over."

Of course they will. They're perverts.

She handed me the tray, then held out an open palm, indicating for me to lead the way. "It's time," she said.

With considerable trepidation I started toward the living room. I didn't get very far before Gerlinde stopped me. "Wait," she said. I stopped, and she stepped in front of me. She had taken off her maid's mob cap and was holding it in her hands. Without a word she reached up and placed it around my head, then carefully arranged it to her liking. She stepped back and looked at the cap and my blushing face with a mischievous smile. She looked me up and down, smiled again, then stepped aside.

"Proceed," she said. "Hold the tray up and out to the side."

I continued my walk, which felt like a death march. Along the way I was greeted by my reflection in a decorative, full-length mirror. Being able to see exactly what they were going to be ogling in a few short seconds added considerably to my already elevated state of anxiety.

Oh God. Oh God. Ohhhhh.

I reached the clearing to the living room, much to the delight of the seven females who had been eagerly awaiting my arrival. Their reaction was as one might expect.

"Oh, my!" exclaimed one of the ladies, I'm not sure who. There was considerable tittering among the ladies, and outright laughter from Becky and Brenda.

I knew what I had to do, and I felt it was best to get through it as quickly as possible. I walked straight over to Josephine and presented the tray to her. "May I interest you in a mini crumpet, ma'am?" I asked.

Of course, she was looking past the tray of crumpets and straight at my privates. "Why, these look delectable," she said, while still looking at my privates. She finally pointed to one of the batches. "Whatever have we here?" she asked me.

"They are butter pecan with apricot preserves," I said, my voice cracking.

She reached for one of the crumpets and I handed her a napkin. "Thank you, dear," she said. "They're so cute, and petite," she said, again looking down at my privates.

I took a deep breath and moved on to Katarina. "May I interest you in a mini crumpet, ma'am?"

"Why certainly," she said while reaching into the tray. I handed her a napkin as she picked one of the crumpets. "These look lovely," she continued. "Do tell me what I am sampling."

"They are smoked salmon blended with cream cheese and quartered cucumber slices," I carefully recited.

"Oh, how divine," said Katarina. I glanced over at Gerlinde, who was smiling approvingly.

This is humiliating as all hell, but at least I'm not going to experience the wide end of the fucking wooden spoon.

"Gerlinde," spoke up Elizabeth while I moved on to the next lady. "I want to commend you for doing a wonderful job of training the lad."

"Here, here," said Charlotte.

"Thank you, ma'am," answered Gerlinde.

"And the cap was a brilliant touch," followed Elizabeth.

"Indeed," said Tatiana as she looked up at me with a devilish smile as she took a crumpet from the tray.

"Yes," said Josephine. "The cap is a nice feminine touch to compliment his somewhat feminine features."

"Quite delightful indeed," said Charlotte as she also sampled a crumpet.

"I think he makes a lovely maid," said Tatiana.

"Definitely a lovely naked maid," said Katarina, eliciting a few chuckles.

"Especially a reluctant naked maid," said Charlotte.

"I must say," laughed Josephine. "To be served and entertained simultaneously....it doesn't get any more enjoyable than this."

I moved in front of Elizabeth, and it was momentarily quiet, so I felt obligated to repeat my compulsory line. "May I interest you in a mini crumpet, ma'am?"

"Thank you, I don't mind if I do," said Elizabeth. "Oh, and don't forget to offer some crumpets to the girls," she said while motioning to Becky and Brenda, who were standing off to the side.

Oh, crap.

I grudgingly walked over to the grinning twosome and held out the tray. They didn't offer; instead, they just looked at me expectantly. "May I interest you in a mini crumpet?" I asked.

That was painful.

They both burst out laughing as they each took a crumpet from the tray. I think they had been holding that in for some time. "Thank you, Blondie," Brenda managed to say through her laughter while laying her hand on my bare waist.

Blushing crimson, I turned from the girls and walked to the center of the room. I stopped and stood awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do. Gerlinde took care of that. She took the tray from my grasp and set it down on the coffee table. She then stood behind me and took me by the shoulders, manipulating me until I faced the guests. She then removed the mob cap from my head and placed it back on her own. "Assume the submissive position," she told me.

Oh no.

I clasped my hands behind my head, extended my elbows and stood up straight with my feet together. There were eight pairs of female eyes looking me up and down with relish. I was absolutely miserable.

"I do declare," said Tatiana. "He really is a sight for sore eyes."

Oh Jesus, here we go.

"Oh, he really is," agreed Katarina. "Standing there, all naked and vulnerable."

"It's quite a lovely display," said Josephine.

"And Gerlinde applied the perfect nomenclature for his pose: submissive position," noted Elizabeth.

"Most definitely," agreed Charlotte.

"It exudes submissiveness," said Katarina.

"Servility," followed Elizabeth.

"Obedience," said Tatiana.

"Subservience," offered Josephine.

"Meekness," said Elizabeth.

"Surrender," chimed in Katarina.

"Acquiescence," said Charlotte.

"Oh, that's rich, Charlotte," said Katarina.

"I can't top that," ceded Tatiana.

There was momentary silence, then they started in again.

"His cheeks are such a nice shade of pink from the intense embarrassment," said Josephine.

"A tinge of fuchsia, maybe?" thought Tatiana.

"I'd say more like hot pink," offered Charlotte.

"Yes!" agreed Tatiana. "Hot pink. Very good, Charlotte. I believe you nailed it again!"

Whatever color they want to call it, I can tell you that my face is blazing hot. And I'm fucking naked!

"Becky," said Elizabeth as she turned around to address my sister. "May I ask you how old your brother is?"

"Would you care to venture a guess, Mrs. Hollister?" answered Becky with a twinkle in her eye.

"Okay, I'll play that game," said Elizabeth. She looked me up and down and said, "He's tall, but I'm guessing that he's tall for his age." She pointed at my crotch and said, "I say that because of his minimal level of development. There is some hair down there, but very little. And his genitalia are certainly undersized for an adolescent. I'd say he started puberty just recently.

God help me.

"So, I'll go with thirteen? Fourteen maybe, but that would be a stretch."

"He's sixteen," said Becky with a grin.

"Oh, my!" said Tatiana, who could barely be heard over the emissions of surprise.

Of course, all eyes were focused on my genitals.

"A late bloomer," noted Josephine.

"Delayed puberty," followed Charlotte.

"Quite boyish looking for such an advanced age," observed Elizabeth.

"Just a very small amount of pubic hair," said Katarina.

There she goes again with the hair. That lady is twisted.

"I'll bet he was smooth and hairless down there not that long ago," Katarina added.

"Bald as a cucumber," agreed Tatiana.

"It appears," said Josephine, "that the onset of puberty hasn't yet translated into much, if any growth of his penis."

"I don't think so either," said Charlotte.

"If it has, imagine what it looked like when he was prepubescent," offered Katarina.

Oh please, somebody just shoot me. Now!

"It is on the small side," said Elizabeth.

"Undersized," said Tatiana.

"Diminutive," said Charlotte.

"Miniature," chimed in Tatiana.

"A cute little thing, wouldn't you say?" offered Katarina.

"A petite penis," said Josephine, eliciting laughter.

"A piddling, petite penis," added Katarina, fueling their fire.

"You know, when you look at the.....'total package,' if you will," said Tatiana, "all of his bits are rather on the miniature side."

There was a long pause while everyone intently studied my undersized "package." Then Josephine brought the house down.

"He has mini crumpets," she declared with a grin.

Any sense of decorum or propriety that the ladies had exhibited up to that point had left the premises. Bawdy laughter resonated throughout the room while I stood there, blushing crimson, wallowing in my wretchedness.

It took a long time, but the laughter gradually subsided. Katarina dabbed the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief as she spoke. "Mini crumpets, indeed," she said.

"Oh, dear," said Tatiana. "I haven't had a laugh like that in a long time."

"Neither have I," said Charlotte. "It's so good for the soul."

"So, what shall we do now?" asked Josephine. There was a pause while everyone looked in her direction.

"Such a provocative question," said Katarina.

"Intriguing, indeed," said Tatiana.

"Whatever do you mean, Josie?" asked Katarina hopefully.

"Well, don't get me wrong," she answered. "This is very enjoyable having him on display for us in the altogether like this. But I was thinking that we might be able to exacerbate his embarrassment a bit if we put our heads together."

"And augment our level of amusement at the same time," offered Charlotte.

"Two birds with one stone," said Tatiana.

"The best of both worlds," added Elizabeth.

"Have our cake and eat it," said Charlotte.

"Hmm," said Katarina. "That is an interesting notion. Maybe he has a talent that he could perform for us. A song and dance, for instance?"

Oh God, get me out of here! Please!

"Oh, yes. A naked dance would be rather titillating, I would think," said Josephine.

"More like downright stimulating," countered Katarina with a chuckle. "Shall we have him clear off the coffee table and do his dance up there?"

I stood in trepidation at the prospect of what the deranged ladies were proposing. Much to my relief, saner heads prevailed, thanks to some compassion (finally!) from the lady of the house.

"That does sound very entertaining," laughed Elizabeth. "But I really have to say that I think we've achieved our objective, that of embarrassing the lad and administering his just comeuppance." A muffled but discernable groan of disappointment emanated from at least two of the ladies. "Besides," added Elizabeth, "I worry that he might just faint from the humiliation and hurt himself if we made him get up there and dance for us with his boy bits on display and bobbing about." She addressed the maid, who, incidentally, also seemed disappointed that the depravities were coming to an end. "Gerlinde, would you please fetch the boy's clothes?"

"Certainly, ma'am," she responded.

While the maid was away retrieving my clothes, Brenda's mom addressed me. "As for you, young man....I hope you've learned a good lesson. What do you have to say for yourself? You may speak now."

I was still standing there stark naked in the submission position, a condition I was dearly hoping to remedy, so I chose my words carefully. "Yes ma'am, I have. I've learned my lesson. Thank you." It was not lost on me that I had just thanked someone for putting me through excruciating humiliation.

The maid appeared with my bundle of clothes. "Very well then," said Elizabeth. "You may get dressed now." When I was fully clothed, Elizabeth said, "You may bid farewell to my guests and properly thank them for helping you with your discipline."

Oh, jeez. One last degradation before I go.

"Good-bye and thank you for....for helping me with my discipline," I said, making a point to look each of them in the eye, lest Brenda's mother detain me any longer.

"Oh, the pleasure was all ours," said the grinning Katarina.

"Indeed it was," said Josephine with a smile, and a twinkle in her eye.

No doubt about that, you perverts, I thought to myself as I turned and half-trotted to the exit.

End