The ‘Yes’ Game (Patreon)

SO this one is not mine but is out there on other sites and I really enjoyed it so I wanted to share a solid SPH fun one!

The ‘Yes’ Game

Saying “yes” leads to humiliating experience.

Written by OopsyDaisyNaked

Part 1 - SCARLET

I was lying flat on my stomach naked on the massage table trying to keep my heartbeat in check. While this wasn't my first time here, I was just as nervous as I had been the first time and the second time and, well, you get the idea.

Not too long ago I had discovered that some Spa's catered to men and while they would provide a lovely massage with a happy ending for a given price, you could also negotiate other extras. As a man with a humiliation fetish, this piqued my interest. I started calling around to different spas, asking if they had girls who might role play with me or cater to a certain type of fetish. Most were reluctant to commit, but one place told me "yes, ask for Scarlett."

I had now seen Scarlett a few times and she was starting to figure me out. Fetishes can be hard to talk about and even harder to explain. Fortunately for me, my fetish involves humiliation, so if I get embarrassed trying to explain it, that can sometimes be a win!

The biggest hurdle I come across is that the minute someone hears "humiliation," their mind immediately goes to "domination." While domination can certainly be humiliating, it just isn't my fetish of choice.

Now put me in a crowded hotel lobby with just a skimpy towel for cover with everyone pointing and laughing at me and I'm in heaven! But how do you replicate that in a dimly lit room with new agey music coming at you in stereo?

Initially, Scarlett defaulted to domination. She had me crawl around on all fours, kiss her feet and bark like a dog. I'm not saying that this doesn't have its moments, but again, not exactly my scene. The subtle difference is this, if you tell me to kiss your feet, fine, ho hum but fine. If you tell me to kiss your feet with a sparkle in your eyes and then laugh while I'm doing it, perfection.

To be fair, I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted from Scarlett. During our last session, she suggested bringing in another girl to watch, but I wasn't quite ready for that, even though it was exactly what I wanted and all I thought about afterwards.

It's one thing to have a fantasy, quite another to commit to making it a reality.

For now I was content describing different fantasies to Scarlett, between the requisite spankings, crawlings, barkings, etc.

These included the aforementioned hotel lobby or having the maid or maids walk in on me naked. Being thrown out of my high school gym locker room naked just as the bell sounded was another. And finally, being paddled on my naked butt by a group of sorority sisters was one of my all time favs.

These never seemed to get much of a rise out of Scarlett.

"Hey baby" she purred as she walked in the room. Scarlett was blonde, around 5' 5" with nice breasts encased in a pink crop top. Her skirt was short, black and pleated showing off her legs, which were her best feature.

"Are you ready to have some fun today?"

"I am'" I said.

"Well now that doesn't sound very enthusiastic," she pouted.

"I am!" I said a little louder.

"Louder," she said.

"I AM!"

"LOUDER!"

"I AM!!!"

"LOUDER!!!"

"I AM!!!!!!

She smiled and said "that's better."

Trust me, these rooms are in no way soundproof!

"We are going to play the YES game today. Do you know how to play?"

I told her I did not.

"It's simple really. I ask you questions and you have to answer every question with YES.

Answer NO and the game and your session are over.

She could see the worry in my eyes and assured me this was not a trick.

"The game is designed to embarrass you and put you in humiliating situations and that's why you're here, right?"

So Scarlett had been paying attention. As I said, in past sessions I had chickened out a few times when she wanted to take things to another level, so this was her way of taking away my safety net.

"Want to play?"

Well she had me didn't she? It was play or go home.

"Yes," I said.

She gave me a smile that told me I was in trouble.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes"

"Do you trust that I am going to humiliate you?"

"Yes"

"Do you want to be humiliated?"

"Yes"

"Careful what you wish for," she said in a sing songy voice.

"Do you want to see my tits," she asked, as she wiggled her upper torso at me playfully.

"Yes," I answered, suddenly liking this game.

"Oh no," she said with a pout, "see I didn't really believe you, so, no titties for you.

Let's try again. Do you want me to spank your bottom?"

"Yes," I said warily, because you know, did I!?!

"Now see, that time I believed you! Do you want me to smack you ten times?"

"Yes."

Do you want them to be really hard smacks?

"Yes," I said, hoping maybe that it sounded more like no.

She gave me a hard smack on my left buttocks and then my right and then my left again.

"Do you want to say "Thank You" after each spanking?"

"Yes."

She spanked me again and I said "thank you."

"Do you want to say it louder?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to start over?"

I groaned and said "Yes."

She laughed and the spanking started again.

When she was done, she asked me if I wanted ten more.

I wanted to say, Ten!, that was more like 15!, but of course I just said

"yes."

She laughed and said "Don't worry, baby, there will be time for a lot more spankings soon. Would you like that?

"Yes."

"Say it like you mean it."

Yes!"

"Louder!"

"YES!"

(Room not soundproof).

"Would you like me to bring another girl in?"

I swallowed hard. I should have seen this coming. In previous sessions, I had said no, but now that was not an option unless I wanted to go home.

So I said

"Yes."

"Would that embarrass you?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to tell me why that would be embarrassing?"

"Yes."

"Well good, please tell me."

I took a deep breath and explained, "I'm comfortable with you now. I would be embarrassed being naked in front of another girl and, you know, doing stuff."

"But you like being embarrassed right?

"Yes, In theory, I do, but when it actually happens, then it can really be," and here I gulped, "humiliating."

"But you'll do it for me, right?"

"Yes."

"No matter how humiliating?"

"Yes."

"And do you believe that I can make it really humiliating?

"Oh yes."

"Is that why you're not hard right now, because you're so nervous?"

"Yes."

"Good, keep it that way. Now I'm going to go get Sonia. While I'm gone, I want you to put your underwear back on and stand right here at the end of the table.

Now we're going to keep playing the Yes Game, but Sonia won't know that.

I gratefully put my underwear back on, black boxer briefs. I was definitely feeling vulnerable. I knew I should be excited about having another woman coming in, but this game had me on edge.

I shifted from foot to foot waiting for Scarlett to come back. On the other side of the door I could hear muffled conversation and then loud laughter. I was wondering if maybe I was the butt of some joke when the door suddenly flew open and there was Scarlett and I assumed Sonia.

I was a little startled and Scarlett laughed and asked "did we scare you?"

I started to say "no" and then remembered the game, so it came out something like "na-yes."

Scarlett chuckled a little at my "save," and introduced me to Sonia.

Sonia was a little taller than Scarlett, she had black hair and her breasts were considerably bigger than Scarlett's and she was obviously comfortable showing them off.

"Are you staring at Sonia's tits?"

I'm sure I looked stunned by the question. I had noticed them, of course, but I wasn't really staring. Still, I new my answer had to be...

"Yes."

"Would you like to touch them?"

"Yes," I said with a little more enthusiasm.

"What the hell?" That came from Sonia.

Scarlett laughed and told Sonia that we were playing a game where I could only tell the truth.

"Isn't that right, she said, smiling and looking me right in the eyes."

"Yes." I lied.

"For example, If I asked him if he had his underwear on because he's so shy, he'd have to answer 'yes,' because it's the truth."

"Oh" said Sonia, still taking this in.

"But there is another reason," Scarlett said, turning her attention back to me, "isn't there?"

"Yes."

You're embarrassed because you think your cock is so much larger than most men's, don't you?

"Yes."

I did not like where this was going. I could feel the heat on my cheeks as Sonia stole a not too subtle glance at my crotch.

This was so humiliating. Scarlett knew full well that I was smaller than average.

"You think that if Sonia saw it, she'd go wild with lust, don't you?

"Yes."

And at this Sonia snorted out a short laugh.

"Still, you want to show it to her, don't you?

"Yes."

Are you afraid she might be overwhelmed by what she sees?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry, I'll catch her if she faints. Okay baby, yank those undies down and show her what you've got!"

And so I did. Sonia snorted out a quick laugh again, and then muffled laughter and then howling. Her whole body was shaking and she did actually reach out and hold onto Scarlett for support.

When she finally caught her breath, she said, "I'm sorry, it's just that it's so, so, um not big!"

And then she laughed some more.

Scarlett turned back to me and asked me if I wanted to apologize to Sonia?"

"Yes."

Scarlett had me apologize for being so small.

I think Sonia felt a little bad for humiliating me, so she told me it was all fine and that I wasn't really that small. Still, she couldn't stop smiling.

Scarlett, then used the game once again to great advantage.

She asked me if maybe I felt bad for misleading Sonia.

"Yes."

She asked me if maybe some more spankings like we did earlier might help assuage my guilt?

"Yes."

She asked if Sonia should administer them?

"Yes."

"Twenty, like last time?"

Shit! "Yes."

"Oh, hey, would you like me to get her a paddle to use?

Damn! "Yes."

Scarlett laughed and said "okay, I'll be right back."

While she was gone, Sonia looked at me and smiled. "You're funny," she said.

I weakly smiled back and shrugged.

"C'mon," she said and patted the massage table.

I lay back down on my stomach.

"No sweetie, I'm going to need you on your hands and knees, doggie style. It's better for spanking."

"So you've done this before?"

"Oh yeah," she laughed, "lots of times."

Again, I heard a bit of muffled conversation on the other side of the door and then a burst of laughter. Now I was sure it was about me.

I turn my head as the door opens and see Scarlett with two more women! One is a petite Asian woman named Jenny and the other is a taller version of Scarlett whose name is Jordan.

They both giggle at the ridiculous site that is me.

Scarlett takes a sip from a bottle of water and says "look at you all eager for your spanking!

Are you excited?"

"Yes," I reply, resuming our little game, although I don't think "excited" is exactly the word I would have used.

"Jenny and Jordan wanted to come watch. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes."

Are you glad they're here?

"Yes."

"Louder," she said, giving me a sharp slap on my butt.

"YES."

"LOUDER!"

"YES!!"

"Then show them. Wag that little tail of yours."

So I did, moving my butt from side to side.

This generated even more laughter at my expense.

Scarlett set down her bottle of water and handed Sonia the paddle she had retrieved.

Sonia rubbed the paddle gently across my butt a few times and then asked "are you ready sweetie?"

Well what could I say but

"Yes."

Whap!

I grunted and tilted forward a bit.

"Oooh," said Scarlett, "what do we say to Sonia?

"Yes."

"No, silly," she laughed, "we say 'Thank You.'"

Sonia spanked me again and I said "Thank You."

"Sonia," Scarlett said. "That was such a pathetic 'Thank You.' I think that's his way of telling you that you're not spanking him hard enough. Right, Baby?"

"Right," I said, figuring that a "right" was as good as a "Yes."

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

This went on for a bit and then there was a light tapping at the door.

Jordan went over and opened the door a crack.

I could hear the voice of the woman who took my money when I walked in (what must she be thinking of all this) telling Jordan that another client had just walked in.

"Okay," Jordan said, "tell him we're completely booked at the moment, but to come back in 30 minutes."

"What is going on in there?" The woman whispered.

"Never you mind," laughed Jordan as she closed the door.

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

"Oh it's so cute the way he scrunches up his face every time you spank him," said Jenny.

"I want to see," said Sonia. "Here Jordan, you spank for awhile."

So Jordan took over spanking duties while Jenny and Sonia laughed each time I winced and yelled out "THANK YOU." Only now, at Jordan's suggestion, it was "THANK YOU MOMMY!"

Scarlett, was sitting in the only chair in the room, looking rather blissfully at all she had created.

Jordan was catching her breath and Jenny and Sonia were describing how red my butt was to me. Then they each took turns cupping an ass cheek to feel the heat that was radiating off of it.

"Oh look," Jenny said, "he finally has an erection, at least I think he does."

"Aww, it's kind of cute," Jordan said.

"Does it really not get any bigger than that?" Asked Sonia.

Scarlett stood back up at this point and told me to stand on my knees so that everyone could get a better look.

So there I was on the massage table, on my knees but otherwise straight up and erect with everyone giggling around me.

"Okay, baby" Scarlett said. "Now lie back down on your back."

So I did.

"Do you like lying there having the three of us staring at that massive cock of yours?"

"Yes."

A few snickers.

"Would you like us to do something about that erection?"

"Yes," I said, hoping that all this humiliation was about to pay off.

"Would you like," and here Scarlett moved her face close to mine and licked her lips, "something wet on here?" and she squeezed my cock as she said the word "here."

"Oh God yes," I managed to croak out.

"Okay then baby, close your eyes."

I closed my eyes and heard a small gasp from one of the girls and then a giggle from another and then suddenly, ice cold water was being poured on my cock.

I screamed out, eyes wide open now and tried to sit up as more water hit my penis, then my chest and finally on my face.

The girls all laughed as I sputtered out an "oh my God!"

"That was hilarious," said Sonia. This was so much fun!"

Scarlett looked at me and smiled. "Did you have fun baby?"

I guess at this point, I could have said "no" with no real consequences, but I was a beaten man (quite literally), so I gave Scarlett what I assumed to be a final "yes."

Jordan laughed and said to the group, "do you think the next guy will want to do this?"

With that she opened the door a crack and called out, "hey Margaret is that other guy coming back in?

"No, he said he'd come back tomorrow. I think whatever was going on in there made him a little nervous."

"Oh, okay thanks."

Jordan closed the door and turned back to the group. "Is it just me, or did Margaret sound a little judgy just now?"

Then her eyes got wide and she burst into laughter. "Oh my God guys, Margaret!!"

The others just stared at her blankly.

Then Scarlett smiled and laughed, "Margaret."

Jenny and Sonia, still looking confused said almost in unison, "what, what about her!?"

Scarlett directed their gaze over to me and then to the door, over to me and then to the door.

As the two ladies laughed, Scarlett turned back to me and said, "are you ready to have a little more fun?"

Part 2- Margaret Takes Charge

Not sure this stands alone as a story. I would recommend reading Part 1 first. And thanks for all the nice comments and 5 stars. If I get another positive response, there will definitely be a Part 3.

Margaret was new to this business. She was 47 years old, divorced with two grown children who not only no longer lived at home, but no longer lived in the same city.

She had worked at a large roofing company as a receptionist, but lost that job when the owner retired and just closed down the business. Having had the same job for twenty plus years, she found out that her resume was a bit thin and her age didn't help. She was an attractive woman, but at 47, well, there were lots of attractive women who were 37 or 27 who could do the same job for less money.

A friend of a friend had put her in touch with the woman who owned this establishment. That woman was in fact looking for someone more mature, someone her clients wouldn't hit on, someone who might bring an air of "no-nonsense" to the business at hand.

Also, if it gave "her girls" a mother figure to talk to, so much the better.

Margaret was not in a position to turn down any job. If anyone asked, she worked reception at a day spa, which was technically true. No need to quibble about details.

In fact, from her desk, this looked like a nice spa. The room had a sofa, a couple comfy chairs and side tables with lamps. She had been here about a month and so far it had been pretty normal. Oh sure there was the odd phone call asking if the girls role played or handled a particular kind of fetish that reminded her that she was not in Kansas any more, but nothing she couldn't handle.

At first she worried about someone she knew coming in, but decided that this would ultimately be more embarrassing for them than for her.

The thing was, she was lonely. With no husband and the kids gone, work had been her social life.

She had to admit, she looked down on these girls a bit and they sensed it. They were polite to each other, but there was definitely a wall there and that made her sad. She needed to find a way to bond with them.

Scarlett was the only one that would sit and talk to her sometimes. She couldn't tell if Scarlett was just being nice or trying to shock her.

Earlier today for example, when she had informed Scarlett that a man named Jim had called and set up an appointment, she had clapped her hands and said "He's one of my favorites. He's into humiliation. I make him crawl around the room, kiss my feet and I spank him a lot! I'll have to think of something different for today. Would you like to watch?"

Just the thought of it startled her and no doubt her face gave her away, because Scarlett just laughed and walked away.

But now she couldn't get the idea out of her mind. She didn't think she could never do what these girls did, but watching?

Her instinct was "no," she would not want to watch, and yet, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She thought about all the jerks she had dealt with over the years and started to wonder if she might not like seeing them naked on all fours, kissing her feet.

The more she thought about it, the more she thought, "yes, yes I would."

Later that day, Jim arrived. He was pretty nondescript really. He looked to be just under six feet, not fat, but not particularly fit. He had black hair, no facial hair and wore a pair of glasses. His age was hard to pinpoint, anywhere between thirty and forty five. Normally, she wouldn't give him a second look or a second thought, but now all she could think about was him crawling around on all fours and kissing Scarlett's feet...or maybe...her feet.

Usually, she just took the customers money and guided them to a room, but she decided to draw things out with Jim a little bit, asking him how his day was going, remarking on the weather. She enjoyed knowing what she knew about him. She had to admit that it gave her a sense of power.

"God," she thought, "am I actually a little turned on right now?" It was a rhetorical question.

Not too long after, Scarlett entered the room where she had deposited Jim, winking at her as she went in.

Soon, Margaret could hear Jim saying, "no," and actually yelling, "I AM, I AM, I AM!"

Later she would hear "Yes, YES, YES!" And then, she was pretty sure she was hearing spanking sounds.

She thought about putting her ear to the door, but was glad she didn't, when it suddenly opened and Scarlett strode out. She was back a minute later with Sonia, who was all smiles.

Before they went in, Scarlett grabbed Sonja's arm and said, "let's freak him out a little bit with some loud laughter," so they did, laughing loudly just before they entered the room.

Margaret was kicking herself that she hadn't positioned herself in such a way as to see what was going on in there.

Next she heard Sonia laughing loudly again, but this time she could tell it was real. What could be so funny she wondered?

And then, again, out comes Scarlett. She is back in a flash with Jenny and Jordan in tow. She is also carrying a bottle of water and what looks like a slightly enlarged ping pong paddle.

She is now desperate to know what is going on but can't bring herself to ask.

She does however leap from her chair and and walk over to try and see in the room when the door opens, but the girls are on to her and laugh out loud as they purposely block her view as they file in.

She was able to catch a quick glimpse of Jim up on all fours on the table. He was a ridiculous site, which caused her to chuckle herself.

A bit later, the little bell on the door chimed and a new client walked in. She hadn't been here long, but she could already spot the first timers. Their eyes look everywhere but at you, which was a shame, because she would have liked to have seen his as WHAP! "THANK YOU!! came wafting through the walls.

He asked her about a session and

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU!"

she said she'd have to see who was available.

She was glad for an excuse to knock on the door and see what was going on in there, but Jordan only opened the door a crack and told her to tell the client to come back later.

Margaret was a little miffed to be excluded again.

She told the client that it would be about 30 minutes or so before someone would be available.

He was telling her that he would come back tomorrow when

WHAP! "THANK YOU MOMMY!"

WHAP! "THANK YOU MOMMY!"

This time she was staring right into his eyes, which widened considerably. She couldn't help it, she let out a nervous laugh as he turned towards the exit.

"See you tomorrow then," she called out, but he was already out the door and she was pretty sure he wouldn't be back.

A few minutes later, Jordan opened the door and asked "hey Margaret is that other guy coming back in?"

Margaret replied, "he said he'd come back tomorrow, but I seriously doubt it. I think whatever was going on in there made him a little nervous."

Margaret was trying to suss out her feelings. Had she sounded a little snippy just then?

Was she actually jealous of the good time the girls seemed to be having. Jealous of what exactly? Surely she didn't want to participate in what ever was going on on in there!?

She heard another round of laughter and yes, she had to admit, she felt left out.

And then the door opened and here came Jim, naked, wet and crawling on all fours.

Margaret's jaw dropped. She had not been expecting this. Should have perhaps, but no, she was gobsmacked.

She looked at Scarlett, Sonia, Jenny and Jordan. They were all staring at her, with big smiles on there faces.

She knew that this was a test.

Was she going to say "ladies, this man can absolutely not be out here in the common area in his present state. Sir, please get up, get dressed and get out of here, your session is over!"

Or.

She looked at the girls, looked back down at Jim and then back to the girls and said,

"Oh my ladies, is this for me?"

When she saw all four girls beam with excitement, Jenny actually going up and down on her tip toes and clapping, she knew she'd made the right decision.

"Jordan," she said, "would you be a dear and stand by the front window so we have some warning if anyone drives up."

Jordan practically skipped over to the window.

"Now then Jim, why don't you stand up so I can get a better look at you?"

She couldn't help but notice that he flinched a little bit at the mention of his name. Was that taboo? Was she not supposed to do that?

All she knew was that he flinched and she had enjoyed seeing that, so she'd continue to use his name.

"My oh my Jim, where are your clothes?"

He stuttered out a response and pointed back towards the room he had crawled out of.

Margaret laughed and continued, "And Jim, that butt of yours is cherry red. Are you blushing or just glad to see me?"

She wasn't sure that even made sense, so to cover herself she patted his butt gently.

The feeling was electric. It hit her all at once. It had been years, years, since she had seen a man's ass, much less felt one. She wanted more of this!

She gently pried his hands away from the small penis he was covering. As she directed her gaze down there, she let out a little snort and said, "well this explains all the laughter I was hearing." She reached out her hand and tickled his balls with two fingers, making him jump just a little.

His discomfort amused her, but mostly, she was enjoying the power. After years of "get me a coffee darling" and "bring that cute ass over here" and unapologetic stares at her cleavage, she was enjoying being on the other side.

She had a fleeting thought of "does this make me just as bad as all those men?" but no, Jim had paid to be here.

We're playing the "Yes Game," Scarlett said, interrupting her thoughts.

"He has to say 'Yes" to anything you ask or he has to go home."

"Oh really," Margaret laughed. "Well you have certainly 'yessed' your way into quite a pickle."

"But here's the thing, Jimmy," she said as she reached out and grabbed his cheeks, making his lips pucker, "we're playing a new game now. It's called the 'yes ma'am' game. In this game, you do everything I say, period. You go home when I say so. It's now my decision, not yours. Got it?"

The other girls all "oohed" and Jim nodded and said "tes ma'am," just as Margaret knew he would.

She held his stare a little longer and then walked over to the desk and sat in her chair.

"Back on your knees Jimmy.

Now crawl over here and help me get these shoes off."

Jimmy did as he was told, gently taking off each shoe and placing them on the floor.

"Socks."

Jimmy repeated the process.

"Now massage each foot please."

Jimmy did as he was told as Margaret let out a contented sigh.

"Do my feet smell good, Jimmy?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

Margaret laughed, "well how would you even know, silly?"

She lifted one foot until it was just under his nose.

Jimmy gingerly took hold of the foot and played at taking a whiff. Before he could set it back down, Margaret gently but forcibly crammed her foot into his face.

"How about the other one?" she said, wiggling her left foot in front of his face.

This time Jimmy wasted no time grabbing her other foot and smushing it onto his face as everyone laughed.

"Well Jimmy, which one smells better?"

"Um, they both smell great."

"Good answer," Margaret chuckled.

Now it was Jenny's turn. "Gee Margaret, I've always wondered which one of your feet tastes better."

"Feet hell," Sonjia said, "I wonder which toe is the tastiest."

Margaret again wiggled her toes in Jimmy's face as he sighed and went to work.

As he went from toe to toe, Scarlett bent down and slapped his ass, one for each toe.

"Well,"Jenny asked, "which one was your favorite?"

Trying the diplomatic answer again, he said "all of them."

"Oh shoot," Jenny said, I guess you'll just have to do it again until one really stands out."

"No," Jimmy almost screamed, "it was this one, this one," he said pointing at the big toe on Margaret's left foot.

"Well don't just tell us dummy," Jenny said, "show us!"

So Jimmy sucked on Margaret's big toe while Scarlet spanked his ass some more.

Margaret then directed Jimmy to crawl over to each girl and kiss each of their feet.

When he got to Jordan, she again said "feet hell," and then continued, "I want a big smooch on each ass cheek."

She then turned and lowered her shorts and Jimmy complied.

"Me too," said Jenny who wiggled her ass as Jimmy crawled back over to her.

"And me" said Sonia.

As Jimmy moved in to kiss Sonia's ass, Scarlett stepped over and grabbed the back of his head and mushed his face into Sonia's butt crack with as much force as she could muster, once again cracking up the room.

Scarlett and Margaret both declined butt kisses, but Margaret wasn't quite finished with Jimmy.

"You know," she said, "some days it sure gets boring sitting at this desk. If I had a memory that I could recall when I needed it, well that might help with the tedium."

She walked Jimmy over to the desk and patted the top of it. "Up you go Jimmy, on all fours please."

Jimmy climbed up on the desk and couldn't believe it, but he actually felt even more embarrassed. Yes, he had been embarrassed for what now, maybe an hour, but this actually took it to another level.

It was one thing to be up on all fours on a massage table in a dimly lit room, but out here under bright lights, looking out a window that showed a busy street down a little hill about 30 yards away made him feel oh so vulnerable and helpless.

Margaret had the girls give her an abbreviated performance of what had gone on behind closed doors earlier and Jim's butt was becoming oh so so tender.

To his relief, he saw a car turn up the drive and knew the girls would have to stop the swat fest.

Something else troubled him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He thought maybe it was that Jordan wasn't paying attention, so he said, "I think a car just pulled in."

With that, there was a mad scramble.

Jordan turned back and said, "yep someone is parking."

Margaret told her to lock the door to buy them an extra few minutes.

Jenny and Sonia were helping Jim get down as Jordan said, "huh, it's a woman. She looks kinda pissed."

They heard the door rattle as the woman tried to open it.

They were shoving Jim into one of the rooms when they all heard the woman call out, "James! James, are you in there!?"

Now James new why he had felt troubled. Subconsciously he had recognized the car.

"Oh shit,"he said, "that's my wife!!"

Part 3 The Wife!

"Oh Shit Oh shit," my mind was in a frenzied state! My wife was here, now! How was this possible?

I couldn't quite take it in.

I was running down a hall with Scarlett's hand on my back, propelling me forward and guiding me into one of the massage rooms.

I stood there naked and panting. I looked over to Scarlett for I don't know what, guidance, protection, sympathy?

But no, Scarlett just laughed, like this was the funniest thing she had seen all day, and that was saying something!

I looked around frantically for my clothes, but of course they were in another room. I grabbed a towel off the massage table in this room and wrapped it around my waist.

The door opened and I jumped, but it was only Jenny.

"Damn dude, your wife is pissed!"

I could hear Jordan and Margaret trying to calm her down.

I snuck a peek just in time to see my wife in her yoga outfit walk into the room that did have my clothes!

"Where is he, the little shit? Don't tell me he isn't here, I can see his clothes right here! As a matter of fact..." and then she went silent.

The next thing I knew, she strode out of the room with my clothing pressed against her chest. I ducked back into the room I was hiding out in and could hear Margaret calling out "ma'am, ma'am" and then I heard the bell on the door chime.

She had left!

She had left with my clothes!

I was processing this, trying to decide if it was good or bad.

It was bad.

It was all bad.

Then the bell chimed again.

"JAMES!"

There were four rooms including the one she'd already been in. It seemed better somehow to turn myself in as opposed to being found cowering in a corner.So I took a deep breath and walked up the hall.

Jenny and Scarlett were behind me giggling. Giggling!

Again, I could hear Margaret trying to calm my wife down.

I turned the corner into the common room and both Margaret and my wife turned to face me. And that's when Scarlett pulled my towel away.

I just stood there frozen. I could hear Jenny gasp behind me. I could see Margaret's eyes grow wide, no doubt stunned that Scarlett would pour more fuel on this dumpster fire.

My wife's expression was exactly what you'd expect it to be, anger, confusion, horror, disgust and somewhere deep down there, the possibility of a slight smile. But that would have to wait.

I covered my privates and went on the offensive. "Sara, what are you doing here? How did you know I'd be here?

"God, you are such an idiot," she said. "Hello, find my phone!"

And with that she held up her phone and there on the screen was a pulsating blue dot that represented me in all my naked glory.

"My yoga class was cancelled, burst pipe or something. I called to see if I could bring you some lunch, but you didn't answer. I figured maybe you were in the shower. Then I get home, no James. Strange, because you said you weren't going anywhere. So I called again. No answer again. And that's when I tried this," she said, holding up her phone again.

"I look at street view and all I see are three businesses, an H&R Block office, a hair salon and this place.

What the hell James, what in the actual hell?"

"I'm just getting a massage," I say weakly. "You know my shoulders been kind of acting up lately and I just..."

"Why is your hair wet?"

"What?"

"Your hair, why is it wet?"

"Oh that's my bad," piped up Scarlett. "We were having fun with Jimmy and I poured ice cold water over his head and on his little penis."

The room went silent as Sara stared wide eyed at Scarlett and then at Jenny who had placed her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Margaret guided Sara over to a chair. "Perhaps, you'd like to take James home now," she suggested.

Sara nodded as if she thought that might be a good idea, but then she shook her head and said "no, I want to know exactly what is going on here."

I jumped back in. "Like I said, I just came in to get a massage because my shoulder..."

Sara cut me off again. "Is that true," she asked, turning to Margaret.

"Well," Margaret said, "I'm sure that was his original intention, but..."

"Oh he never comes in for a massage," Scarlet said, "his sessions are always about the humiliation."

"Sessions," Sarah said, looking me dead in the eye. "Sessions," she said again emphasizing the last "s."

I think she was about to go on a tirade, but then her brow furrowed a bit and she said to no one in particular, "humiliation?"

It was at this point that Jordan and Sonia crept back into the room. They had been hiding out, but no way were they going to miss this!

"James?"

I didn't know how to answer. Oh I knew the answer alright, but there was no way I was going to verbalize it!

So of course, Scarlett spoke up.

Margaret tried to shut her up, to tell her it wasn't her place to provide answers.

"Oh no," Sara insisted. "I want you to tell me everything. Do not leave out a single detail."

I turned to give Scarlett a pleading look, to convey my desperation, to imply that a timely "just kidding" or "today is the first day I've ever seen this guy" or "he just came in for a shoulder rub," might still win the day.

Unfortunately, by turning around Sara got her first glimpse of my bright red ass and cried out "Oh My God!"

So much for "just kidding."

So Scarlett held court. No humiliating detail was too trivial to mention.

She started at the beginning, regaling Sara and everyone else with my first visit, where I told her all about my humiliation fetish, repeating the fantasies I had told her, fantasies that Sara was certainly hearing for the first time.

Everyone was laughing at these stories, everyone except Sara and of course, me.

"Wait a minute," Sara said. "So you're telling me on all these visits, you're not fucking him, blowing him or jacking him off?"

"First of all," Scarlett said with as haughty an air as she could muster, "I don't fuck my clients and I don't do blow jobs!

I do however give great hand jobs, but he wasn't interested."

Sarah shook her head. "I don't get it. So what do you do exactly?"

Scarlett started to describe a session when Jenny interrupted.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just show her?"

That got my attention!

I looked around and saw a smile on every girls face. Even Sara let herself smile just a little bit for the first time since she had stormed in.

"Fucking brilliant," whispered Margaret.

"NO," I cried, possibly for the first time today.

"Sara, my butt really hurts!"

Sonia and Jordan snickered.

Sara shot me a look that told me I had no say in this conversation.

"Yes, um..," Sara said, "can you show me, sorry what's your name again?"

"Oh right," I am Scarlett, and this is Jenny, Jordan, Sonia and Margaret.

Sara's eyes lingered for a second on Margaret, which prompted Margaret to say, "I am the office manager, I, um, don't actually, um, do this stuff."

"But she did today," Scarlett said in a sing song voice. "But we'll get there later," she said, winking at Margaret.

"Right, let's get started," and with that Scarlett patted the massage table and I sighed and reluctantly climbed on.

Scarlett was in her element. She described the Yes Game, and asked me if I wanted to be spanked.

I started to say that I thought Sara got the idea, but Scarlett whacked me hard on the ass and told me to play along, so I did.

I looked over at Sara and her eyes were wide and her mouth agape, but what really worried me was that I could definitely see that smile fighting to get through.

Scarlett wanted to re-enact the underwear reveal again with Sonia and was disappointed to learn that my underwear along with the rest of my clothes were locked in my wife's trunk.

Needless to say, I too was disappointed. I really, really wanted those clothes.

Not to worry, a "sexy" pair was found for me adding just a touch more humiliation to an incredibly humiliating experience. They literally had "sexy" written across the butt.

Then it got worse.

After Sonia reenacted her reaction to my small penis, Sarah asked the room, "is it really that small?"

Everyone got quiet and then Sonia said, "Oh yeah, it is really that small!"

"It's just, we started dating in high school, and well, I don't really have anything to compare it to.

I mean I've seen big dicks in movies and magazines and stuff, but I figured that was why I was seeing them, because they were big. I figured James' was average."

Again, silence and then Jenny and Jordan said at the same time, "It's really small."

I was going to protest, when the door chime went off and Margaret went out to greet a customer. She came back a minute later and pulled Jordan out.

And then before we could start back up, it happened again and Margaret pulled Sonia.

"Well," Scarlett said, "I guess you two," and here she pointed at Margaret and Sara, "will just have to take their places for reenactment purposes."

And so we started in on the paddling and the "yes mommies."

Sara spanked me with gusto and when it was her turn to look me in the eye as I was being spanked, she was no longer hiding her enjoyment.

"You know, the only thing that would make this better is if Katie could see your teeny weeny penis."

"Wait," asked Jenny, "who's Katie?"

"Oh she's Jame's not so secret crush."

I tried to play dumb, but she was dead on.

Sara continued, "Whenever we see her and her husband in the neighborhood or at parties or at the pool, they always glom onto each other and giggle and flirt like they were in middle school."

Again, not wrong.

"I wonder if she'd be so flirty if she could see this," she said, pointing to my penis.

"Shall we show it to her James? What do you think? Maybe at the pool sometime I could sneak up behind you and whoosh." And here she mimed pantsing me. "What do you think James, would she laugh?"

"I'd laugh," said Jenny.

And then it was time for the water torture, the event that set this whole repeat performance in motion. Except, Scarlett surprised me. She said, "don't worry Jimmy, I promise not to dump ice cold water on your little pee pee again. But I do want Sara to see what it was like, so roll over on your back and I'll just pretend."

So I did, I rolled over and close my eyes. I heard some intensive whispering. I figured it out a second before I was doused with the first direct hit to my penis from, you guessed it, Sarah, while Jenny poured a bottle on my chest and and Margaret emptied one on my head.

They all laughed and really seemed to be enjoying themselves.

And then I made a mistake.

As I wiped water from my eyes, I turned to Sara and asked, "Okay, are we even now?"

She just looked at me and shook her head.

"Oh this, you think THIS makes us even?

Right, sure. You do all this shit behind my back. God knows what else your up to.

You can't keep a real job, but you're happy to live off my salary, which I guess pays for all this.

But I poured water on your little dick, so sure, we're even!"

"Wait a minute," said Margaret. "He doesn't work?"

"He's 'between jobs again," Sara practically sneered.

Does he contribute to keeping the house clean?

We use a service, Sara said.

Oh God, are you sleeping with the house cleaners?!

"No, Sara, I am not sleeping with anybody but you!"

"I bet he finds ways for the cleaners to accidentally catch him naked though," Jenny said.

Yeah, I wished I'd denied that one faster.

"Oh my God," Sara moaned.

"Okay," Margaret said. "You guys need to make some changes right now!"

"You" she said, pointing to Sara. "Cancel your contract with the cleaning service."

"You," she said, pointing to me, "you're cleaning the house from now on."

Sara, what do you do for breakfast?" Margaret asked.

"Oh I usually drive thr..."

"You," Margaret said pointing at me again, "you are making her breakfast Monday through Friday, got it?"

"What!?" I protested (I liked sleeping in).

Margaret cut me off.

"Are you kidding me, you'll do it and by the way, if she wants you to kiss her ass every morning and call her Princess, you'll do that too."

I shrugged as Sara said, "ooh I like that idea."

"Okay," I said, "we do this and we're at least good for now?"

Sara got right up in my face and said "kiss my ass right now and call me princess and we'll see."

So I did. One big smooch right on her yoga pants.

"Wait a minute," Scarlett said, and came over and slowly started to role the backside of Sara's pants down and then grabbed Sara by the shoulders and turned her until I was presented with her bare ass.

I gave it a kiss and Scarlett said "keep going until I tell you to stop."

Scarlett started to massage Sara's shoulders and said on second thought, "keep going until Sara tells you to stop."

She then kneaded her shoulders a little more. "Should he keep going, Sara?"

I looked up and saw Sara staring into Scarlett's eyes and say "keep going."

I kissed Sara's butt again.

Scarlett's hand grazed Sara's right breast.

"Should he keep going Sara?"

"Keep going," Sara said.

Another graze and then more of a stroke.

"Keep going," Sara said. This time it came out as more of a whisper.

I looked up again and saw that Sara's eyes were now closed as Scarlett's left hand started to mirror the right.

Sara, kept repeating "keep going, keep going," which was kind of funny since I hadn't kissed her butt cheek in almost a minute.

Scarlett started to tug on the front of Sara's pants, ready to pull them down in front just as far as she had in the back when the door suddenly opened and Jordan walked in asking, "so what did I miss?'

"Ugggh," Jenny groaned, "more like what have we all missed" as the spell was obviously broken.

Sara pulled up her pants and not really looking at anyone said "thank you ladies for all your good advice, I um, I will take it from here."

A minute later Sonia reappeared and it was just all of us in the building again.

I thought we were all done, but then Scarlett reminded us about Margaret taking charge.

Margaret, visibly embarrassed, said "oh I don't think Sara wants to see anymore of this. I just had him crawl around and kiss my feet, and um their feet and...

Sara cut her off. She laughed and said "Sorry, but I definitely need to see this!"

I knew protesting was futile, so back to work I went, Sara laughing the whole time.

When Jenny asked Sara if she needed her toes sucked, she just smiled and said "there will be plenty of time for that later."

"Well," Margaret said, "then we had him up on my desk on all fours when you drove up."

"And what were you going to do then, before I interrupted?'

"No idea," Margaret nervously laughed. "This was all new to me, so I was just improvising."

"Up you go, sweetie," my wife said as she patted the desk.

As I positioned myself on the desk, Sara let me know how things were going to be going forward. She was playing to her crowd and they were loving it.

Finally, she asked me how my butt felt and I told her it really hurt.

"Good, she said."

"Ladies, this was fun, but I guess it's time to take James home now. James please say your sorry to these nice ladies and ask each one of them to spank you 20 times for the trouble you've caused.

So I did, and they did.

After Jordan made sure that the coast was clear, I was instructed to run out to Sara's car in just the "sexy" underwear to retrieve my clothes and more importantly my wallet, so that generous tips could be made all around.

It was decided that I would keep the "sexy" underwear as a memento, so my original pair was thrown away. It was also decided at the last minute that I would forfeit my pants, they would remain with Sara.

So I would be driving home pantless.

As we walked to the door, Jenny piped up. "You know," she said, "my parents love to tell the story of a neighbor of theirs who was out gardening one afternoon when a bee flew up his shorts and stung him on his butt cheek. He ripped off his shorts but was stung again, so he had to rip off his underwear as well and proceeded to run around his back yard bottomless swatting at bees.

They said it was the funniest thing they ever saw."

Everyone just stared at Jenny.

"Well um, I was just thinking about your friend Katie. If you have a backyard, maybe you could invite her over for lemonade or something, while Jimmy er James is out gardening and ..."

"And what," said Jordan, "and just hope a bee stings him?"

"No," said Jenny rolling her eyes, "James would just have to improvise that part."

Sara lit up. "Oh my God, the planning for the neighborhood Halloween party next Saturday. It's supposed to be at Peggy's, but I'm sure she'd be just as happy if I hosted. Peggy, Gwen, Katie and me.

Oh this could work!

Jenny, you're a genius!"

I just stood there stunned. Today had been bad enough, but how far was Sara willing to take this!?

That night we had the best sex we'd had in years. Sara was empowered and I had to admit, I didn't hate it. Now that the day was done, in retrospect, I had to admit it wasn't all bad. I grabbed my dick and started to stroke it a little, but I was tired and Sara was still awake, so no, I pulled my hand away. Also, today's excitement was somewhat tempered by this crazy plan to expose me to Peggy, Gwen and Katie.

Sara assured me that she just got caught up in the moment and of course she would never really go through with something like that!

I wasn't totally convinced.

**Sara could hear James' rhythmic breathing that signaled that he was asleep.

She was way to excited to sleep. Today had been revelatory in so many ways.

She liked this new power dynamic and couldn't wait for James to kiss her ass tomorrow morning.

She had let him believe that the plan to have him expose himself by pretending to be stung by a bee was silly and just fantasy talk.

He didn't need to know (yet) that she had already called Peggy and had the meeting location changed to her house, her back porch, next Saturday at 1:00pm.

He also didn't need to know that she planned to reach out to Jenny and invite her as well, for moral support and tactical advice.

She couldn't believe how excited all this made her. She'd discovered her own fetish. She liked the idea of humiliating her husband. She knew that to some degree he enjoyed being humiliated, but no doubt when he could set the boundaries. That just added to her excitement. She'd let him think he had some control over events and then, well he'd see wouldn't he?

As she drifted off to sleep, she had one last thought, "you know, my shoulder is a little achy, I might need a massage..."

Part 4 The Bee Sting

THE BEE STING

Sara opens her eyes and sees sunlight streaming through the crack in the bedroom curtains.

Suddenly she is wide awake and thinks, "It's Christmas!"

In fact, it's mid-September, but Sara can honestly say that she hasn't been this excited to wake up and greet the day since she was a little girl.

It's Saturday and Jenny, Peggy, Gwen and Katie would be over in about five hours!

It's been a good week. After the shock of finding James at that Spa last Saturday, she has managed to to get a lot of mileage out of his contrition.

She snuggles up to him and whispers in his ear, as she has every morning this week.

"Kiss my ass and call me princess."

"Mmpph," he responds and rolls away from her.

Big mistake.

She yanks down his pajama pants and lands three solid blows to his butt.

Now he's awake.

Her turn to show him her backside. She wiggles a bit in anticipation.

"Good Morning Princess," he says after kissing her on each butt cheek.

They make breakfast together. He has made it for her all week, but hey, it's Saturday, so she cuts him some slack.

After they finish, she leaves him to clean up and heads for the shower.

As the water pours down on her body, she tries to imagine being naked like this in front of a group of strangers or even worse, in front of people you know, neighbors for example.

She smiles a slow smile. In just a short while, if she wants to know the the answer to that question, she can just ask her husband. And she plans to!

She thinks back to Wednesday. As planned, she had been sweet to James on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. His relief that she wasn't holding last Saturday and however many previous Saturdays against him was palpable.

Which was why on Wednesday, when he had found her in the kitchen crying real (Crocodile) tears, he was concerned.

She laid it on thick. She just felt so betrayed, wasn't sure she could put it behind her. Eroded trust and all that.

She didn't even have to bring it up. He did.

"What if we do that thing you wanted, that thing with Katie and me, you know, the whole bee sting thing?"

She just waived him away.

"No, just leave me alone. I need to think some more."

So he did, he stayed out of her way, only occasionally asking if he could do anything for her.

"No," she would sigh, "Nothing."

She kept this up through a very uncomfortable dinner.

An hour or so after that dinner, she came up to him and said, "you know what, I have thought about it and I think it really would help if you would do that whole bee sting thing for me. It would really mean a lot."

"Of course, of course," he said, so relieved to have this situation solved.

It was only later that he realized what exactly he had agreed to.

And last night had been interesting. They had experimented on her butt, pinching it with different implements until they found the one that best simulated a bee sting.

Turned out to be a chip clip pinched at just the right angle.

She reflexively rubbed her own wounded butt cheeks, smiling as she reflected on the two perfect angry red dots on Jame's butt.

She took pictures and sent them to Jenny and received a 😂👍😈.

She then sent a picture of one of her butt cheeks and received a 😳😱.

But Thursday night, well that had been the best. She knew James was nervous and very much regretting his decision.

She offered it up as a peace offering, as a way to tamp down the humiliation a little bit.

She told him that that she had been researching online, and had found article after article that said that one way to make your penis look larger was to shave off your pubic hair.

Without the hair, your dick will look bigger.

He was hesitant, but she was persistent and he finally decided that it was a good call.

So they had set to work. Once done, she immediately started in with the positive reinforcement.

"Oh my god, they were so right! You look so much bigger! You see it too, right?"

"Um yeah," he said with a weak smile, "that's definitely better."

Of course it wasn't. Of course it was worse.

The one bit of information she had neglected to share with him was that this was true if you had an average size or an above average size penis. If you had a small penis, shaving had the opposite effect, drawing even more attention to just how small it was!

Sara hadn't shared a picture of this with Jenny. She wanted this to be a surprise.

Sara had thought about including Peggy in on her plans, since Peggy was one of her best friends. Peggy was a realtor, who in fact had sold them this house. At 41, she was a little older than most of the women in the neighborhood.

Ultimately, she decided that it was better if she didn't. What if Peggy didn't approve? This was doubtful as she was not a big fan of James. What if she slipped up and gave the game away? The more people who knew, the better the chance of a screw up. So, "no" to including Peggy.

With Jenny's help, they would direct this play. James had his cues and knew his part. At least he thought he knew his part. He knew what he needed to know.

Then she thought about reactions.

She could count on Peggy to laugh. She might even make a comment about Jame's size. Doubtful, but if anyone would, it would be her.

Gwen was the wild card. She didn't really know Gwen all that well. Blonde and smart, she had a kind of cutting wit. Gwen owned a little dress boutique and her husband was a lawyer, corporate law she thought. Gwen had an edge to her that made Sara a little nervous. She had no idea how Gwen would react to Jame's nude exhibition.

And then there was Katie. Katie and her husband Frank ran a tech company that was Google adjacent. That is, they had ties to Google and a few other tech companies, which made them the top dogs in this gated community of top flyers. Sara's accounting firm had been trying to land them as a client for years.

Katie was also beautiful. Blonde, 5'8", toned, with a well maintained body.

Katie was well liked. At least everyone wanted to like her and be liked by her.

Sara often wondered why she had set her sights on James. She thought maybe because James was the polar opposite of her husband.

Frank was about 6'4'' built like a linebacker. He was a loud good old boy from Alabama. He was not as well liked as Katie. He could put on the charm when necessary, but he was known to be a womanizer and a bit of a bully.

James, while tall enough at around 5'9", was thin and fairly shy.

Sara thought that Katie liked to flirt with James because he was exactly the type of person Frank would hate.

She worried that Katie would be too kind to even react to James unintentional nudity and his shortcomings.

At 12:30, the doorbell rang. Sara and James were just finishing up lunch.

"Ah, that would be Jenny," Sara said, "I'll get it."

She gave James a big smile and headed for the door.

She then turned back walked up to James and kissed him hard on the lips.

"This is going to be fun!"

James watched her go to the front door. He felt a little weak in the knees.

So far it had all felt a bit like make-believe. He was just sure that at some point Sara would say "Just Kidding," and they would both laugh about how she got him, how he'd really fallen for it.

But now, hearing Sara greet Jenny, he knew it was real. This was really happening.

"Oh my God, I love that outfit!"

"Why thank you," Jenny said, doing a little curtsy.

She was wearing a sun dress with yellow, red and orange flowers, topped with a cute straw hat with a red ribbon.

Sara had learned quickly not to underestimate Jenny.

When they had met after Sara's mid week yoga class to make plans, it had been Jenny who had taken the lead.

Sara learned that Jenny had a nice job with a tech firm starting next month. She had been working a much sought after unpaid internship there for the past 6 months, hence the job at the Spa on weekends for some much needed cash.

They came up with a backstory for why Jenny would be there today, weaving in as much truth as possible.

Jenny and Sara were yoga buddies and Jenny had mentioned that she was starting a new job and was house hunting in the area.

Sara invited her over to meet Peggy and sit in on the Halloween meeting to get a "feel" for the neighborhood.

"And you look great as well. I've never seen you in anything other than yoga pants."

"Right," Sara laughed. She was wearing white capris and a pink blouse.

It was Saturday afternoon, but the ladies in this neighborhood didn't miss an opportunity to dress up.

They were laughing about this as they walked into the kitchen where James was still sitting.

"Jimmy!" Jenny shouted, "so good to see you again!! Give me a hug!"

James stood up and Jenny stepped over and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"So," she said, "can I see?"

"Of course,"Sara said. She turned James around and pulled down his shorts and boxers, careful not to expose his front.

"Ooh, those look so real," Jenny giggled. "Poor baby," she said as she lightly patted his butt.

"Is this what he's wearing?" she asked Sara.

"Yeah, the shorts don't exactly scream gardening," but they come off easier than anything else we tried. The boxers have been stretched out and the tennis shoes are slip-ons."

"Would you like to see an (un)dress rehearsal," Sara asked, laughing at her own joke.

"Oh yes!" Jenny said, clapping her hands in excitement.

They moved into the living room and Sara moved a coffee table to give James more room.

They stared at each other for a minute and then James started flailing around.

"Oh my God, bees. I must have disturbed a nest!"

He rips off his shirt and then yells "ouch, I've been stung on my butt. I can still feel him," and off go the shorts and then "ouch, I've been stung again" and then off come the boxers.

James rubs both butt cheeks and then suddenly realizes what he is doing and covers himself with his hands and runs past them out of the room.

Jenny looks at Sara wide eyed and mouths OMG!

Sara winks at Jenny and puts a finger to her lips and then claps.

"Bravo, Bravo."

"See honey, it will be so quick that the girls won't really see anything. Now why don't you get dressed and head on out back."

"By the way, Jenny, did you notice anything different about James?" She shoots Jenny a look that communicates that the answer to this question is "no."

"Nope," said Jenny. "Why, what's different?"

"Oh nothing." She then turned to James who already had his boxers and shorts back on.

"See, now don't you feel better?"

"I do," replied James, and he did. Who knows, he thought this just may end up being not that big a deal. Embarrassing to be sure, but short and sweet.

With James safely outside, Jenny turned to Sara and said "oh my god, did you shrink his dick!?"

Sara laughed, "no, I just convinced him that shaving his pubes would make him look bigger."

"It so doesn't," laughed Jenny, "it really really doesn't."

Jenny helped carry things outside. Sara already had a table cloth over the picnic table and a tray with six glasses. She brought out a pitcher of lemonade and another tray with veggies for dipping. Jenny followed behind lugging an ice chest full of cold drinks. Normally Sara would have just made do with Lemonade, but the chest full of soda and ice was all part of the plan.

They had just sat down when Peggy came around the corner.

"Yoo hoo! I figured you'd be out here."

Sara made introductions and Peggy said, "oh gosh you both look so nice! Should I have dressed up?"

She was wearing cut off jeans and a tee shirt.

"Oh please, it's Saturday afternoon, relax," said Sara.

"Well that's what I thought until I saw you guys. And you know Gwen and Katie will be dressy!

Should I go home and change?"

Sara told her no, it was fine, knowing full well Peggy really didn't care and had no intention of going home to change.

Peggy called out to James. "Hiya urban farmer, how's it going?"

James smiled and waved back.

His stomach did a little flip. This was getting more real by the minute.

Peggy, was soon going to see him naked. He could never take that back.

He thought for the 100th time about calling this off and for the 100th time just couldn't bring himself to do it. He chastised himself. Was it really because he couldn't be responsible for disappointing Sara? Was that really enough of a reason to go through with this!?

"He should have a hat on," Peggy said to Sara, "he is going to get a sunburn on his neck."

"Oh now look who is giving fashion advice?" Sara said, giving her a friendly poke in the belly.

The doorbell rang and Sara went off to answer, coming back with Katie and Gwen.

"Look who I found," said Sara.

"And dressed to the nines," muttered Peggy under her breath.

Katie yelled a hello to James who half smiled and waved back.

"Oh God, oh God, I just can't do this," thought James.

Katie looked a little disappointed that he wasn't coming over.

Jenny was introduced and Katie and Gwen immediately pounced, in a good way, peppering her with questions.

What was this new job, where was she moving from, and where did she get that beautiful dress?

Sara had been careful to make the seating arrangements seem organic even though they were anything but.

She sat facing the yard along with Jenny, and had Peggy, Katie and Gwen facing the house.

James' initial reaction to being attacked by bees had always been the weak point, so better if the ladies heard it before they saw it.

Still, this didn't keep Katie who was sitting on the end from stealing glances back at James from time to time.

They started in on their Halloween party planning, although Sara was so distracted, that she wasn't much help. It was obvious that Katie wanted her party to be great, memorable even. She was very competitive that way.

And then the worst possible thing happened.

Katie turned and called out to James, "Hey James, wouldn't you like a drink?"

James turned around with a stunned look on his face.

He then recovered and said "um, no thanks, not right now thanks."

Sara let out an audible gasp. This was their planned code to kick this off. She was going to ask James if he needed a drink, he'd say "no," and then count to one hundred and action!

He looked at her and jutted out his chin as if to say "now?" Sara subtly shook her head no.

And then the best possible thing happened.

A bee! An actual real live genuine bee landed right on top of the lemonade pitcher.

"A bee," Peggy shouted. "Shoo, go away," she said making a swatting motion in the bee's direction.

The bee jumped over to Gwen's glass. Gwen let out a little laughing shriek and said "great, thanks a lot Peggy" as she also tried to shoo it away.

Jenny gave Sara a triumphant look and then nodded towards James as if to say now or never!

"Right," Sara thought and called out, "James, are you sure you don't want a drink?"

"I'll be there in a minute" he said in a shaky voice and then started counting.

Peggy was lecturing on the differences between wasps and bees when all of the sudden, the ladies heard...

"Oh my God, bees. I must have disturbed a nest!"

They all turned to see James pulling his shirt over his head and swatting at a swarm of imaginary bees.

He was doing such a good job, even Sara almost believed he was really being attacked.

James couldn't believe he was doing this. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his mouth was so dry. This was going to be embarrassing, but it would all be over in less than a minute.

Sara looked at Katie, Gwen and Peggy. They all looked over at James with concern.

"Ouch, I've been stung on my butt. I can still feel him!"

Sara was laser focused on the three women. As he pulled his shorts down, their mouths fell open and their eyes grew wide.

James tried to take a step and tripped over his shorts as he stepped out of them, one shoe went flying.

Gwen put her hand to her mouth and stifled a giggle.

"...ouch, I've been stung again."

"James," Sara calls out, "He must be in your boxers."

James nods and, deep breath, rips off his boxers and immediately covers himself with his hands and starts to run awkwardly towards them and the back door leading into the house. He is now naked except for two socks and one shoe.

But Sara intercepts him.

"Oh James, poor baby, let me see."

She is standing between him and the door.

He is so stunned that she has blocked him, that he dumbly lets her turn him a little bit so that they can all see the bites on each butt cheek.

Katie and Peggy gasp at the sight, but Gwen just smiles.

James hadn't counted on Sara stopping him, but it's okay. He has kept his hands firmly cupped over his privates, so if he has to show his butt for an extra few seconds, fine.

But now Jenny is up and shouting, "oh my, you're not going to be able to sit down for a week if we don't do something about the swelling."

She races over to the ice chest and pulls out two frozen chunks of ice.

She is over to James in a flash and says "here, you'll need these."

Before he realizes what she is doing, he has let her put one chunk on his right butt cheek. She then yanks his right hand and clamps it onto the chunk of ice she was holding. She then repeats this with his left butt cheek and hand.

"There," she says, "that should help with the swelling."

Jenny, smiles at James and deftly moves to one side, now truly exposing all of him to his audience.

James is stunned. Now his butt hurts. Was he stung? No, it's just the freezing cold ice hitting his raw skin. It takes him another second to realize that he is standing there naked, his tiny shaven penis shoved forward for everyone to see.

Sara, who promised herself she would focus on her audience, can't help put steal a quick glance. James' penis which was flopping up and down at the administration of the ice, all two inches of it, seems to be contracting a little bit due to the ice and his panic.

But then she turns her attention back to the ladies and smiles.

Peggy is staring right at James' penis. Katie and Gwen are trying to be polite.

They try to look up at the sky, but then their eyes can't help but sneak a peak at the main attraction.

Up and then down, up and then down.

It is hysterical to watch. Sara can't help but laugh out loud.

"James, for God's sake," she says, "why don't you you go do that inside?"

As his mind clears, James bolts for the door, but not before seeing Katie, Gwen and Peggy all trying mightily to suppress a laugh.

"I'll come check on you in a few minutes" Sara laughingly calls out after him.

"I'm so sorry about that ladies, she says to the group, still trying to rein in her nervous laughter.

"Oh that poor dear," says Katie.

"Yes," says Jenny, "he must just be, well, so humiliated."

"Poor dear," Katie says again, reaching out to put more lemonade in her glass.

"Yes poor thing" says Gwen, not realizing that she is smiling from ear to ear.

They sit in silence for a few seconds and then Peggy says, "damn Sara, James has the smallest wiener I have ever seen."

Katie, who had just taken a sip of lemonade does a classic spit take, which causes Gwen to finally lose it. Her laughter is infectious and suddenly they are all laughing so hard they can barely breathe.

"Oh my gosh, put that down on the Halloween party to do list," Gwen gasps out, "James strip show!"

And that's how it went for the next thirty minutes. An idea for the party and a joke at James' expense.

As they wrapped things up and stood to leave, Katie turned to Jenny and invited her to the Halloween party.

"Oh no, it's just for the neighborhood," Jenny replied.

But Katie was insistent.

"Bring a date or a couple friends."

"Oh I will," Jenny said. "I'm not really seeing anyone right now, so maybe I'll bring a friend or two."

She looked over at Sara and winked.

"So I guess James isn't coming down to say goodbye," Gwen chuckled.

Katie snorted out an "I would seriously doubt that."

There was something in her tone that comforted Sara. The spell had indeed been broken.

Sara and Jenny looked out the front window and watched as Peggy drove off.

Gwen and Katie stood in front of Katie's car chatting. There was a lot of smiling and laughing and sideways glances back at the house.

"Well mission accomplished I'd say," Jenny said.

"Yes, thank you, that was fantastic and I couldn't have done it without you."

"My pleasure."

"I want to do it again!" Sara laughed.

"Don't worry, if you can just wait until the Halloween party I think you'll get your chance."

"Oh no, I don't think Katie has it in her."

"Oh really, what do you think they are talking about right now," Jenny said, nodding in Gwen and Katies direction.

"Mark my words, Katie is going to call you in a week or two with some lame ass excuse for the call. Then she will ask how James is, 'the poor dear.'

And then you are going to laugh and tell her he's fine. And then you are going to tell her it was the funniest thing you ever saw. And then you are going to confide in her that you'd give anything for a repeat performance.

And then she is going to say something like, "well you know Gwen and I were talking and..."

"And what!? Sara asks.

"I don't know," Jenny says, "but I guarantee they'll have thought of something."

Upstairs, James was also watching Gwen and Katie through a slit in the blinds.

He couldn't believe he had just been naked in front of them.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was obvious they were talking about him and laughing.

He hoped Sara's hunger for his humiliation had been sated, because he certainly had been humiliated spectacularly!

How could he face these women again? He tried to imagine running into say Gwen at the grocery store. She'd greet him with that same smile he'd just seen outside and..., oh God was he hard right now?

Yes, he had to admit, now that it was over, the thought of it turned him on.

But he was done! In the course of a week and a day, he had been naked and humiliated in front of five or six women twice.

Never again. Never again would he let himself be humiliated in front of that many women!

Part 5 - The Halloween Party

Two weeks after the Bee Sting.

"Ahh, this is more like it," James thought as he lay naked on the massage table waiting for Monique to come in. He'd parked two blocks away in front of a restaurant where he was currently "eating lunch" if Sara happened to turn on the find my phone feature to check up on him.

He had course had to quit going to his last spa, and was trying to find another one where he could replicate that old humiliation magic.

So far, he'd tried two others, but they hadn't worked out. Oh sure, the girls had snickered when he rolled over and exposed his little, clean shaven penis, but they had no interest in teasing him any further.

"But hey, maybe third times the charm," he thought as he waited for Monique.

It wasn't.

Sara was in a zoom meeting, bored out of her mind. She'd checked her stocks, and updates on Meta and Bluesky. She'd even checked on James. It looked like he was eating lunch at that new burger joint. She thought about going into street view and cruising a few blocks in either direction looking for Spas, but no, she was pretty sure she'd cured James of that habit.

Suddenly, her phone started buzzing and she saw that Katie was calling.

"Damn," she thought.

She immediately texted-"in a mtg, can I call u in 10?"

Ten minutes later she was on the phone with Katie.

"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted your advice on something."

"Of course," Sara replied.

It concerns the party. Halloween themed, so costumes obviously, but do you think everyone should just come as whoever or should I try to theme it, you know like 50's dress up or super heroes only or famous actors and actresses?"

Sara had to smile. This question was so breathtakingly stupid that it had to be the "lame excuse" that Jenny had predicted.

"Oh no, don't limit it, it will be so much more fun to see what everyone comes up with on their own."

"Right, right, yeah, that's what I was thinking too."

Silence.

And then Katie, spoke up again. "So how are you, how was your, um, meeting?"

Sara had to stifle a laugh. "Oh you know, it was a meeting."

"Yeah, and um how is James? Has the poor dear recovered?"

"Oh he's getting there. It probably doesn't help that I keep teasing him about it."

"Well, it was pretty funny."

Silence.

"Um listen, Gwen and I were talking and..."

(Here it comes thought Sara)

...and well, we just wondered what your feelings would be about something similar happening to James at the Halloween party?"

And before Sara could even respond, she continued, "I mean we aren't talking much, just a quick accidental exposure like at your house, but it wouldn't really be an accident of course, but it would be quick, very quick."

"I would love it," Sara said.

"Oh really," Katie said, sounding so relieved.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh gosh, I don't know, we haven't really given it much thought. Maybe James could come as a life Guard and accidentally get knocked into the pool.

Oh and he'd be wearing one of those prank swimsuits that sort of disintegrate in water, so he'd be naked when he came out.

Oh and the heater wouldn't be on in the pool, so the water would be freezing so he wouldn't want to stay in there.

Oh and because of the cold water, his small issue would look even um smaller."

Sara laughed. "Haven't given it any thought, huh."

"Oh well maybe a little," Katie giggled.

"Ok I'll work on James, make him think it was my idea. I'll dress as one as well, so he won't suspect. Now should I get the suit?"

"Oh no, I'll take care of that," Katie said. "Listen, I'll get you one as well so that you guys will match. Of course, no one will throw you in the water. Just wear yours over a one piece and you guys will look straight out of Baywatch."

"Perfect," said Sara. "Talk to you soon."

Katie smiled when she got off the phone.

"Perfect indeed," she thought.

Katie was not one to leave anything to chance.

She had ordered one of these "gag" suits and had her husband wear it in their pool.

She hadn't told him about it. She wanted to gage his surprise and panic.

No surprise. No panic.

The suit came apart slowly and in big enough pieces that they could still be used for cover. And the inner lining stayed in tact!

So these suits, she figured were designed to cause mild embarrassment, nothing more.

Well that wouldn't do!

She ordered another suit and took it to a seamstress she knew. She told the woman what she needed. The woman took one look at the suit and went to work.

"Part of your problem is that not all of it uses water soluble thread. So that's step one. Then, we'll have to cut and re-sew parts of the suit so that no one piece is bigger than say 3inches by 3 inches."

"Can you do that without making it look like Frankenstein's bathing suit?"

"Sort of. I can make it look like a pretty regular bathing suit. Tell me why we are doing this? Are you pranking your husband?"

For some reason, Katie told this woman the whole story. The bee incident and the plan for the Halloween party.

The seamstress howled. "Oh God, how I'd love to see that!"

"Oh you should come" said Katie.

"Could I?! That would be great. I'll work extra hard on this! Can I bring my daughters?

"Oh sorry, no children allowed."

"She laughed again. They're nineteen and twenty one."

It was Katie's turn to laugh.

After she left, she chastised herself for inviting more people. It was supposed to just be a neighborhood party for about thirty people and now she'd invited her seamstress and her two daughters and Jenny, Sara's friend, who was also bringing at least two people.

And then there was Frank. She just knew he was inviting extra people.

After the experiment with the not so disintegrating swim suit, she told him what was up.

She had come home the afternoon of the bee sting incident and told Frank all about it.

He of course had loved it.

"I should have figured that loser had a little dick," he roared.

So when she told him how she wanted to embarrass James at the Halloween Party, he was all in, happy to help.

And then everyday, it was "Oh God, I've got to invite so and so, they'd get a real kick out of this!"

Gwen was doing the same thing. She and her husband were swingers. The only other neighborhood couple in their little clique was Amanda and her husband. She had called Amanda on the way home from James and Sara's house to laughingly tell her to scratch them off their wish list.

Amanda reminded her that she had domme tendencies, so actually she'd love to get her hands on someone like James.

She called her again later to make sure that she was coming to Katie's Halloween party.

Their thinking was things might get kinda kinky that night and there might be some real recruiting that could take place, so Gwen invited a few other couples so they too could enjoy the fun.

Sara couldn't wait to call Jenny and tell her how right she had been. She filled her in on the phone call with Katie and the plan to expose James to a few people at the party.

Again, it was Jenny's turn to educate Sara on the ways of the world.

"Now you know Katie wouldn't go to all this trouble just to have James flash a few people who happen to be standing around her pool at that moment.

Flash five people, hell, you did that and..."

"And of course she'll have to top me," Sara interrupted.

"Exactly," Jenny said. "Are you sure you want to submit poor old James to whatever she has in mind?"

"Poor old James my ass! He has started up again. He thinks I don't know, he thinks he's out-smarted me, so yeah, I'm ready to enjoy any humiliation that comes his way."

"Well he hasn't been back to our place, so I guess that means he's cheating on us! So I guess I'll be enjoying the show as well.

By the way, I'm bringing Scarlett and Margaret. Sonia and Jordan passed. Their loss!"

Party Time!!

It had been ridiculously easy to convince James to go as a life guard.

He was not a big fan of Cos play, so the idea of just wearing a tee shirt, a swim suit and flip flops seemed like a gift.

She did have to improvise a bit though. She convinced him that with the t shirt, he just looked like a guy going swimming, she was not wrong.

So off came the shirt, replaced by a whistle on a string around his neck and some zinc oxide on his nose.

As planned, Sara wore a red one piece, with a pair of matching red shorts, her own whistle and her own zinc oxide.

Since Katie only lived about four blocks away, they decided to walk as did most people in the neighborhood. It was strange to see so many adults walking the streets in all manner of strange get ups.

Sara took some satisfaction in James' discomfort as it gradually dawned on him that unlike everyone else he saw, he was in fact going to a party wearing only one piece of clothing.

Everybody was giddy as they approached Katie's house, complimenting each other on the creativity of their costumes.

Two different neighbors came up to James and Sara and complimented them on their costumes. Each woman took an extra beat staring at James' crotch before smiling broadly and walking off.

"Damn," thought Sara, "just how many people are in on this?"

As they reached Katie's door, Sara pulled James aside and said, "Hey, before we go inside, I want to show you something. You left your phone at home, right?"

"Of course," he said, patting his bare chest and swim trunks.

"So if I wanted to know where you were," and here she pulled her phone out of her swim trunks and pressed a few buttons,

"voila!, you are at home!

But wait, that can't be right, because you are right here. Oh wait a minute though, you're wearing your Apple watch, so," a few more taps on her phone, "there we go, you're right here! So, your phone is in one place while your watch is in another. Huh."

She stares at him and waits for him to catch up.

His face goes white and he says, "oh crap!"

He starts to apologize, but she cuts him off.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just don't look to me for help tonight," she says with a little laugh as she turns and walks into Katie's house.

"Help," James thinks, "why would I need help?"

Margaret, not a big drinker, volunteered to drive Jenny and Scarlett, so that they could get "shit faced" as Scarlett so eloquently put it.

Margaret was dressed as Cleopatra or more specifically as Elizabeth Taylor dressed as Cleopatra. She was pretty sure that this was a distinction that no one would pick up on.

Jenny was dressed as Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island. As someone of Korean heritage, she always enjoyed playing with uniquely American iconography.

Scarlett was dressed as a dominatrix.

Jenny had regaled them with the story of the faux bee sting and assured them that tonight would be even better.

They were giddy with excitement.

Katie was also giddy with excitement. It had been fun planning things with Gwen and she had to admit, her husband was also being an enthusiastic partner.

She had breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sara and James arrive. How ridiculous she would have felt if they had cancelled at the last minute or just not bothered to show up.

Not long after that, she spied Gwen come through the door.

"Hey partner," she called out from across the room.

Gwen smiled and gave her a wink.

And what a room. Katie's house was an open floor plan on steroids.

When you walked in the front door, you took in a huge living room with two big couches and chairs scattered throughout, none of which blocked your view of a dining room table laden with all kinds of food. And from there, to your left was a hint of the kitchen and straight on was the pool.

There didn't seem to be any walls blocking your view of the pool, because there weren't any.

They had those glass doors that could be turned and rolled flush against each side of the room.

"There is our host," Jenny said to Margaret and Scarlett.

"Where?" asked Scarlett.

"There, the woman in the cheerleader costume."

"Damn, she's hot," said Scarlett, "and who is the lady next to her supposed to be?"

"Good lord," said Margaret, "she is the spitting image of Anna Nicole Smith!"

"Who," said both Jenny and Scarlett.

"Never mind," said Margaret.

Jenny spied Peggy and brought the girls over to meet her.

"Wow, great dominatrix costume," Peggy said to Scarlett.

"Yeah, we're not sure it's really a costume," Jenny muttered.

Peggy gave a nervous laugh.

"And what is your costume?" Margaret asked. "It looks a little, um incomplete."

"Right," said Peggy, "I am the first half of a centaur costume. I am looking for a man willing to kiss my ass to complete the costume!"

An hour or so into the party, it was obvious that there were more folks than had been planned for and that was even after Katie figured there would be more people than she had planned for!

The food was already starting to run out, but there was still plenty of booze.

People Katie didn't even know were coming up to her and asking her with a wink and a nudge when the show was going to start.

She found Gwen and Sara for a quick huddle.

"I thought we'd do the thing at 10:00 or so, but the natives are getting restless, so maybe we oughta move things up a bit?"

"Oh goodie," clapped Sara. "Now where has James gotten to?"

"I'll wrangle him," said Gwen "and meet you out by the pool."

"And I'll get the photographers in place" said Katie.

Katie had done the latest, hippest thing for this party. She had three photographers mixing throughout the party, taking pictures. To receive copies, you had to give your cell phone number and batches of pictures would be sent randomly, which you could save or delete.

Everyone had been sent an email (and there was a sign on the front door) that stated that by entering the premises, you were giving consent to be photographed.

One was dressed up in old timey clothes, with a tripod and that curtain thingy you through over yourself. Another was dressed in a sports jacket and a fedora and had one of those cameras with the big flash bulb attachment, like in the 40's and finally, a woman who looked like Annie Leibovitz with a Canon camera with a huge zoom lens attached.

The catch was that the cameras were all props. All actual photos were taken with their respective phones with group emails already set up and ready to go.

Included on this list was Katie's (Frank's) humongous big screen TV that took up most of the right wall of the living room.

Gwen noticed that James was drinking a lite beer, so she grabbed one out of the fridge and brought it with her.

"Here hon, that beer must be getting warm, so I brought you a cold one," Gwen said as she grabbed the other bottle out of James' hand.

"Oh, um thanks" said James, taking it from her and taking a swig. "Crazy party huh?"

"I would expect no less from Katie."

Gwen could tell that James was still a little nervous around her, so she took advantage.

"Let's just hope there aren't any bees buzzing around tonite."

James gave her a weak smile and took a long pull on his beer.

"Oh, I almost forgot, they are taking pictures of couples out by the pool and Sara's looking for you."

A line had formed and the photographer with the tripod camera was taking pictures of couples with the pool as a backdrop. Although it was dark outside, Katie had so many outside lights on that you couldn't really tell.

James was looking around for Sara when Katie sidled up to him.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Oh sure, thanks for doing this."

"Did you see that Jenny's here?"

"No," James said a little flummoxed, "I didn't know you invited her."

"Oh I couldn't have her miss this. We kind of bonded over, well, you know."

And she gave out a little giggle.

James couldn't meet her eye and looked around desperately for Sara. He finally spotted her, she was in fact talking to Jenny. He then did a double take. She wasn't just talking to Jenny, she was also talking to Scarlett and Margaret!

He finished up his beer and headed over to Sara.

"Well there you are," she said.

"Jimmy!" Exclaimed Scarlett and Jenny, each giving him a bear hug and a playful swat on his butt.

"James," said Margaret, giving him a big smile. "Are you behaving yourself tonight?"

James was having trouble with the worlds colliding of it all, when Scarlett spoke up again.

"Look at you all lifeguardy. No shirt, a bold choice. If I fall in, will you rescue me and give me mouth to mouth?"

James was still struggling for words when a woman tapped him on the shoulder. "You guys are next" she said.

"We're next what?"James asked.

James hadn't even realized he was in a line, so Sara explained.

"To get our picture taken silly. Have you not noticed the flash every few minutes?"

"Well I..."

Sara grabbed his arm and turned him toward the photographer.

He looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him. He saw Katie, Gwen, Scarlett Jenny, Margaret, other people he knew and plenty he didn't, all staring at him and smiling.

He was just starting to piece together that something was off when...

"Smile!"

FLASH

And before he could get his eyes to refocus, someone (Frank) had shoved him and he was in the pool.

FREEZING, that was his first thought.

As he surfaced, he could hear cheering, which he thought was an odd reaction, but he didn't linger on that thought, he was focused on getting out of this pool.

"Hey there clumsy, let me help you out of there," said Frank. Frank was dressed as Tarzan and had not been wearing much more than James, but he was now.

"Mike, give me a hand will you?"

Mike, an employee of Frank's and almost as big as Frank was wearing jeans and his old college football jersey.

Both men knelt down to help pull James out, although it seemed to him at first that they were doing the opposite.

They could see what James was too distracted to notice, little pieces of suit floating away.

"Okay, everybody, on three. Ready?"

And as Frank and Mike began, the crowed echoed the countdown.

One. ONE!

Two. TWO!

Three. THREE!

And with that, James was pulled out of the water and hoisted to his feet.

The laughter was deafening.

Relieved to be out of the water, James was confused by all the laughter.

Maybe if he had been dressed as a pirate or werewolf it would be a funny look sopping wet, but what was funny about a wet guy in a bathing suit?

And that's when it hit him.

Katie and Gwen were arm in arm, laughing so hard. The look on James' face when it dawned on him was icing on the cake! And the cake, well it looked even smaller than last time.

"Oh my God," Jenny laughed, "how did you make it even smaller?"

"I didn't do anything," Sara said, "I have never seen it so small, it must be the water."

"I thought he was circumcised" said Scarlett.

James was having more or less the same thought.

His mushroom head had retracted and it looked like he had a one inch uncircumcised penis.

He desperately wanted to cover himself, but was reminded that he was being held by each arm when Frank spoke out.

"Damn, somebody check the pool, I think his dick might have fallen off!"

"I think we are going to need a magnifying glass glass," someone called out.

"I have one" a man dressed as Sherlock Holmes called out.

A woman snatched it from him and walked up to James, making a big show of bringing it up to his penis.

Just then the mushroom head suddenly popped out as James's penis spasmed and doubled in size, causing the woman to shriek and everyone else to start laughing again.

Frank looked to Katie for the signal to let James go.

She was looking forward to the moment when he covered himself with his hands and realized that he had nothing else to cover himself with.

She was about to give Frank the OK when that friend of Jenny's suddenly spoke up.

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," she yelled out to get everyone's attention.

"You are such a naughty boy, running around out here without any clothes on. So rude! "

And now she was pacing back and forth in front of James.

"You need to be taught a lesson! You need to be punished."

"And what punishment would be appropriate?" she calls out to the crowd.

"A whipping," someone calls out!

Scarlett puts her hand to the whip coiled on her hip and smiles.

"No," she says, that costs extra.

"A spanking," someone else calls out.

"A spanking," Scarlett echoes holding up her large glass of red wine as if in salute.

"How many?" She calls out.

"10, 100, 50" are shouted back to her.

She smiles at her audience and says, "I like 50."

She directs Frank and Mike to turn him around and gives James a good slap!

"One" someone yells out.

"I like this crowd," Scarlett thinks.

Whap and the crowd calls out "Two!"

Whap, Whap and then Scarlett notices something at the pools edge.

She walks over and picks up one of James' flip flops and raises it to the crowd.

They cheer.

She then smacks it hard into her palm and her audience winces.

"Oh let's start over," Scarlett says, hoping that James enjoys the little private joke as much as she does.

At around spank number 17, James notices that he is rock hard. He can't figure it out.

He is enjoying no part of this. The spankings are really starting to sting and he is truly humiliated by what is taking place and yet, he is very erect and desperate for relief.

With James facing the pool, almost everyone is behind him and mesmerized by the spankfest, so no one else has noticed.

Until, Lauren, the 19 year old daughter of the seamstress calls out, "I think we got a 'grower' here." She has been diligently filming since James went in the pool and had gone to the other side to get a different angle and vary her content as any experienced live streamer knows to do.

Scarlett, stops mid-spank and takes a look for herself.

"Whoa nelly," she calls out. "Turn him around boys!"

Frank and Mike do as they are told and the audience gasps and laughs at the site before them.

We aren't talking Grinch type numbers here, but James' penis has doubled and then some, getting him in spitting distance of 4 and a half inches.

Compared to where he started from, he looks positively ginormous!

"Somebody should take care of that," Scarlett says and a woman's voice from way back in the living room calls out "I'll do it."

Everyone laughs.

Everyone except Frank. He has really been enjoying James' humiliation, and feels like this almost normal sized dick is going to take away from that.

Never mind that, Frank calls out, Mike and I got this.

And before anyone can even start to wonder if Frank means that they are going to jack him off, they walk him over and dunk him back in the pool from the waist down for a few minutes.

When they pull him back out, Scarlett states the obvious, "Teeny weeny is back!"

There is laughter mixed with "awwhs" from the crowd.

Scarlett directs Frank and Mike to move James away from the pool and right into the thick of the crowd, so that everyone is closer to the action and so that no part of James is left unexamined.

"Should we start over?" Scarlett asks, laughing at her own joke.

She does not wait for an answer, but connects with number 18.

James cries out. Something about his ass being wet again and partially frozen has added to the pain threshold.

At 21, his cries out so loudly that someone calls out, "maybe only 30!"

"Only 30." calls out Sara. "30," yells Jenny and Margaret. "30" call out Gwen and Katie.

"I guess it's 30 then," says Scarlett, but only if Jimmy says "thank you Mistress Scarlett" after each spank and you guys start the countdown now from nine.

SMACK!

"Aaargh, thank you Mistress Scarlett!"

NINE from the crown.

At seven, James was rock hard again and this time everyone noticed.

Katie who was still standing with Gwen, gave her a slow smile and then laughed.

"I feel bad we didn't tell Sara."

"I know said Gwen, I'll confess soon."

Amanda, the woman dressed as Anna Nicole Smith, came up to Gwen and pulled her out of Katie's earshot.

"I think I got us a new couple."

"Really! Who?"

"The Garcias," Amanda said, pointing to a couple yelling out "Three" along with the rest of the crowd.

"Oooh, he's tasty!" Gwen said.

"Hey," Amanda said, "that erection, you didn't by any chance?"

Gwen just smiled.

"NO!" Said Amanda.

Gwen laughed, "Yes, yes I did."

"Oh my God," said Amanda who then yelled 'TWO' with the rest of the crowd.

James hoped that with one more spanking, Frank and Mike would finally release him.

He was already thinking about how he could satisfy himself, which he knew would be awkward and complicated to say the least. For now, he'd settle for just being able to run his hands over his sore butt cheeks in hopes of lessening some of the sting.

SMACK! ONE! Everyone roared.

James could feel the hands about to release him when someone shouted out "one more for luck."

The grips tightened.

"How about our host administer that one?" Scarlett suggested, holding up the flip flop.

"Katie, Katie, Katie," everyone chanted.

Katie initially demurred, but the thought of running into James at the grocery store and talking about the weather while both of them thought about this moment was just too irresistible to pass up. She milked it for all it was worth, it was her party after all.

She acted like she was lining up a golf shot, walking right up to his butt, backing away, taking a practice swing and then she stepped back about ten paces and with a running start raced up and took a swing that looked something like a softball pitch, like the ones she threw on her college softball team.

Scarlett was begrudgingly impressed as she had to admit that James' last scream was louder than any she had solicited.

James was finally released from the grips of Frank and Mike and did in fact proceed to rub both butt cheeks. People finally started to drift away, sensing that the show was over.

It wasn't.

Frank gave Katie a bear hug and a deep kiss. "That was so hot!"

Mike's wife came up and they also hugged and kissed.

In fact a lot of couples just started making out in place.

Sara came up to James and said, well what do you think, cured now?

She grabbed his erection and gave him a tongue filled kiss, which he gave right back to her.

She was stroking him while they continued to kiss.

He was breathing heavily and she suddenly let go.

"Nooo," he moaned.

Sara laughed, "what, you want me to jerk you off right here!?"

"Yes, please, I don't care, I can't, I can't stand this much longer."

"Oh my, you are quite the exhibitionist aren't you?"

"No," James said, "I just really need relief!"

Sara chuckled. "Okay baby, close your eyes and promise to keep them closed."

She stood behind him and massaged his butt.

"Damn that is warm! Keep those eyes closed, promise?"

"Yes, yes" he said, squeezing his eyes shut. "Please, help me."

"Sure baby, I was just waiting for more people to walk away so we wouldn't have an audience or gosh, I don't know with you anymore, did you want an audience?"

"No, please, no audience, but please hurry."

Meanwhile, Sara waited while Gwen, Katie, Jenny, Scarlett, Margaret, Amanda and that Lauren girl whose phone had never once stopped pointing at James all gathered around in silence.

She reached around and started stroking James' erection as he moaned in pleasure.

A few more women drifted over and instinctively knew to keep quiet.

Again, Sara pulled her hand away.

"No," James groaned.

"Shhh," Sara said. "Tell you what baby, why don't you go ahead and finish."

James was all too happy to take over.

It didn't take long, he stroked himself about five times and then started to say "oh God, oh God,

I'm coming."

"Open your eyes baby!"

And he did and saw everyone watching him as he exploded and exploded and exploded.

Before anyone could even comment, their phones all started to ding.

The photographers had all started to send batches of pictures, most of which, unsurprisingly were of James in all manner of humiliating poses.

As the ladies scrolled through their phones, smiling at some, chuckling at others, the laughter inside was even louder as everyone else was obviously doing the same thing.

Although some were content to just watch the pictures as they popped up on the big screen TV.

"Could I, um, get a towel or something?" James asked.

Katie took James by the arm and escorted him back into the house.

"I don't know about a towel, but I've got the cutest little apron that will be perfect and then you can help me serve drinks."

"Could I get a quick interview?"

Sara pulled her eyes away from James' receding naked butt and saw Lauren.

"What?" Sara said, "interview, what do you mean?"

"I've been live streaming all of this and it would be great to have your perspective."

"You've been what? Is that legal?" Sara asked.

"Well, technically no, but Katie did me a huge favor emailing everyone that they might be photographed if they attended the party and posting that sign on the front door was just icing on the cake."

"Huh," said Sara. And then she giggled. "Oh my God, how many people have been watching?"

Lauren looked at her phone, "the number fluctuates, but around 4 thousand."

"Oh my God," Sara laughs again.

"Oh wait, another influencer just picked it up, we're up to 7 thousand.

So, interview?"

"What's your audience breakdown?"

"Well, they have to be over 18 but most are younger than 30. They skew mostly female."

"How many in town?"

"In town?" Lauren asks. "Not many I guess. Very international. It looks like that the majority of people on right now are from India, Japan and Germany."

"Oh," said Sara, "in that case, interview away!"

"First question. Is this real or did you and your husband set this up?"

"Oh no, he had no idea."

"Why would you do this to him? Do you hate him?"

"Oh No, quite the contrary."

"Then again, why?"

Sara sighs. "It's complicated. He has done some things that ticked me off, so it is partially revenge, but I have to admit I've come to really enjoy it."

"So this isn't first time?"

Sara smiles, "no, not the first."

"The last?"

"Oh I hope not," Sara says with a laugh.

"How would you feel about doing this on a grander scale?"

"Good lord, grander than this? There must be at least 50 people here."

"Mmm," Lauren says, "I'm thinking 10 times grander."

"Oh do tell," Sara says

"Oh we can talk about that later."

"Last question. Why do you suppose everyone was so into your husband's humiliation tonight?

No one found it offensive, no one tried to stop it."

"I have no idea," Sara laughed. "What about you, any theories?"

"In fact I do," Lauren said. "Two words, covid-politics. With covid, I think your generation..."

"Whoa," said Sara, 'my generation.' I am not that much older than you."

"I'm 19."

"Right and I'm, oh God, I'm almost twice your age! Sorry, you were saying."

"So your generation always needs a reward for going above and beyond and I think you're still looking for that after covid. And politics, well it's just become so sordid and exhausting.

So things like this become reward substitutes.

People think, I should step in and stop this, but then they think it's kinda fun though and I deserve some fun."

"Well what about the woman who yelled out 30, cutting James' s spankings by two fifths?"

"Yeah that was me," Lauren said.

"Ok you win, your generation is better."

"Not necessarily," Lauren says, I'm the only one who is monetizing your husbands humiliation.

Speaking of which," Lauren says as she turns off her phone, "we have a conference coming up in a few weeks in San Francisco and as I alluded to before, I have a business proposition for you that would take your husbands humiliation to a whole new level."

"So business and pleasure," Sara says.

"I guess so," Lauren laughs.

"Sarah smiles, "I think I need to become your accountant."

"Excuse me," Gwen says, "do you mind if I borrow her for a minute."

"Not at all," Lauren says. She turns to Sara and says "we'll pick this up later."

She then turns back to Gwen. "Any idea where James is?"

"Oh Katie has him working in the kitchen, cutting up limes and pouring shots for everyone."

"Is he still naked?"

"Oh no, she has him in a cute little apron," she says with a wink.

"Oh I've got to get this," Lauren says, "turning her phone back on as she walks away."

"Who was that?" Gwen asks.

"I'm not sure, either the next Steven Spielberg or the next Warren Buffet or both!"

"What's up," Sara asked.

"I have a little confession to make, well two actually."

"Okay," says Sara drawing the word out.

"First, Chuck, my husband and I are swingers. We love to mix it up with other couples in town and out of town. There is another couple here tonight, who..."

"OMG!! is it Katie and Frank?"

"No," Gwen laughs, "it isn't and Katie doesn't know and I'd appreciate you not telling her.

And no more guesses! As you can imagine, confidentiality is important to us.

I am only telling you because I know I can trust you and..."

"And?"

They stare at each other for a few seconds and then Sara figures it out.

"And you thought we might be interested?"

"You've seen James right?"

"I know," Gwen laughs "and frankly, I'm not interested, but at least one other has expressed interest specifically because of James' size and demeanor."

"Huh," Sara says. "This playing with James is still brand new to me, I think I'd just like to marinate in that for a while before I even think about exploring other things."

"Of course," says Gwen, but before I drop it completely, keep in mind that the partner swapping isn't always male female.

"Huh," says Sara again, staring off into space a bit as her mind conjures up an image of Scarlett. Again, new things."

Gwen put her hand on Sara's. "No rush. The offer is out there now."

"So what's the other thing?"

Gwen inhales sharply and says, "I kinda spiked your hubby's beer earlier."

"Really, cause I don't think it worked. He isn't drunk."

Again, Gwen just looked at Sara and gave her a few seconds until Sara said, "NO! Viagra!?

"Well, sorta. Let me explain. Being a swinger has obvious advantages if you like a varied sex life, but there are other advantages.

Everybody shares, you know, so maybe it's theater tickets or maybe it's a good deal on a car or insurance or maybe it's these, Gwen said holding up a baggie with a few pills."

"Is that the viagra," Sara asks.

"Well again, not exactly. One of our group is a pharmaceutical rep and she got hold of a cache of these. They were never FDA approved.

They are more potent than Viagra. One pill gives a man three massive hard ons one right after the other. The urge to relieve those hard ons gets more intense one after the other and the release is rather explosive."

"Are there bad side effects?" asks a concerned Sara.

"No, absolutely not."

"Then why haven't they been approved?"

"A drug that makes men desperate to have sex was not something anyone was asking for, but for swinger parties and home use, it can be pretty great."

"So that's why James was so desperate to jack off just now?

"Yep and the next time he is aroused it will be even worse. And if that happens here then I would advise getting him home ASAP so you can experience the third one together if you know what I mean!"

Sara and Gwen walked back into the party and the first thing they saw was James in his little apron. It was a pretty hysterical sight. His backside was totally exposed and the apron was tented a bit in the front due to Jame's raging hard on.

"Uh oh" said Gwen to Sara, noting James erection. "Eruption number two coming soon, pardon my pun."

"Oh my God," said Sara, "I really should get him out of here."

"Now James," Katie said, handing James a tray full of Jell-O shots. "Please be careful with this tray, it is a family heirloom handed down from my grandmother."

Before Sara could stop him, James was off proffering shots to an already randy crowd.

The three women leaned against the kitchen wall and watched.

"Family heirloom, huh," asked Sara. "I didn't know they had Walmarts back in your Grandmother's Day."

Katie gave Sara a sly smile as Gwen chuckled.

"We have the same tray at home," Sara said shaking her head "and that goofball doesn't even realize."

"I picked it for him special because of the glass surface," Katie said.

"As the shots are taken, more and more of James will become visible."

"Well yeah" says Sara, "but with the apron on it wont, oh wait, I stand corrected."

Just then a woman had tugged at James apron strings until the apron fell to the floor.

With both hands holding onto the family heirloom, there really wasn't much James could do.

It wasn't long before all the shot glasses were gone, and not a moment too soon.

With all the fondling of his rear, James was again in a state of arousal that he was struggling to keep under control.

He thought he might make it back to the kitchen when suddenly a hand ran down his right buttock and then continued between his legs where a it gripped his penis and gave it a quick little tug.

James pulled away, but it was too late. His hips bucked forward and to his horror, stream after stream of cum went splat against the underside of the tray. While James had a unique view of this event, he certainly was not the only one who witnessed it. In fact, most people at the party had, since it was hard not to pay attention to the almost always naked, little dicked man.

James stood there frozen, his humiliation compounded as little stalactites of cum started to form on the bottom of the tray before eventually dripping to the floor.

Katie sighed and grabbed a dish towel. She looked over at Sara and winked, "looks like somebody has a mess to clean up."

After watching James on his hands and knees mopping up his cum off of Katie's floor, Sara decided it was time to take James home, wanting to keep his third explosion of the night all to herself.

As they walked home, James still stark naked, Sara couldn't decide what excited her more, the incredible sex Gwen guaranteed her she was about to have or the prospect of having James humiliated at Lauren's conference on a scale even more epic than tonight.

Right now, she was simply thankful that she didn't have to choose!