Karen Hodge

Karen Hodge part 3

 

The rest of the day passed slowly like some strange dream although my sore bottom reminded me it had been all too real. One of the most embarrassing situations was when I pleaded to be able put my knickers back on and after saying “pretty please” Tim allowed me to.  Ryan held them in front of me waving them around taunting me “oh does Karen want to put her skimpy knicks back on”. Then when I reached out he would quickly snatch his hands away making me grab fresh air.

 

He continued to tease me and then on one attempt from me to grab them he threw them to Chris. Of course the boys thought this was a fantastic game of piggy in the middle. They soon had me running between the three of them like some headless chicken. Tim had warned me that unless I managed to get them then I couldn’t put them back on. Each time I ran between the boys they would throw my knickers and as I turned to run to the next boy I would get I loud crisp slap to my wobbling bare bottom.

 

Their mean game lasted a full fifteen minutes leaving me quite out of breath by the time I actually managed to retrieve my underwear. Gently easing them up over my sore bum I couldn’t resist smiling at the boys. “Well I won that little game didn’t I”, I gloated not believing how much fun the day had become. I almost felt like a teenager again playing silly games and thoroughly enjoying it.

 

On Sunday morning I was busy doing some cleaning when Tim at last got out of bed just before mid-day. “Oh good girl Mum” he snickered “nice to see you in your new uniform”, he laughed at my complete nudity. He made me get him some orange juice then turn round and show him my bottom. “Plenty of nice strap marks isn’t there Mum”, he grinned, “bet you slept on your tummy” he teased.

 

I was almost disappointed to learn that Ryan and Chris weren’t coming over today.

Tim could sense my reaction and snapped, “So you won’t be able to show your tits and fanny to them then will you”. I looked very shame faced every inch the naughty girl who had been caught red handed. “I would have thought having your fat arse tanned would begin to humble you not turn you in to more of a tart” he said angrily. He then decided that he wouldn’t invite the boys over at all to see me naked instead he would wait until Diane had arranged my new wardrobe.

 

Tim Mostly ignored me the rest of the afternoon apart from giving me endless housework to do. The phone rang and before I had chance to answer it Tim took it. I could hear him giggle and then exclaim that he would send me round at six-o-clock. “Mrs Winters wants you to go round and be measured for your new clothes later” he said sternly.

 

I spent the next hour constantly looking at the clock nervously waiting for the dreaded time. Five minutes before six I glanced at Tim “Can I go and put my work clothes to go round to Diane’s” I asked. “Of course you can’t you silly girl” he mocked, “Oh please I can’t go like this” I shrieked, “At least let me put a coat on,” I begged. Tim told me to behave and it was up to me whether I wanted to jump over the hedge on the back garden or brazenly walk down the path to my neighbours.

 

Whatever way I chose I would knock on Diane’s door naked as a newborn. The hedge option was out of the question as it was high and prickly so I was left with no choice. The early evening air was colder than I expected as I opened the front door and hesitantly walked outside. Thank god it was dark I thought as I instinctively held one arm across my boobs and the other between my legs. I tried to half run and half walk desperately glancing round to see if anyone was walking along the pavement as I neared the end of my drive.

 

It was only about twenty yards out on the public footpath to reach Diane’s drive but stark naked it felt like a mile. At last I reached her door and nervously knocked hoping she would let me in as quickly as possible. I blinked startled by the sudden bright light and gasped in horror as I realised anyone passing could easily see me stood naked on her doorstep.

 

The mean cow left me standing for almost a full five minutes desperately knocking and even whispering through the letterbox. Just as I contemplated going back home she opened the door. Still making me wait outside she beamed a huge smile “Good evening Karen, go and be a good girl and take the recycle box to the end of the drive will you”. I looked at her in bewilderment as she calmly announced “only I haven’t got my shoes on dear”.

 

She giggled stupidly at her own sarcasm as I struggled with the heavy box back down her drive. I dared not think how many windows were overlooking and who if anyone was looking at me. After what seemed a lifetime I was at long last sheltered from view in Diane’s hall. She led me through to her lounge and sat grinning from ear to ear was her husband John.

 

I blushed scarlet not even making an attempt to conceal my charms from his gaze, “I hear you’ve been a bit of a naughty girl Karen,” he mocked. “Turn round and show him your naughty fat bum,” gloated Diane. They both remarked that it was a nice shade of pink and told me to go and stand in the corner where naughty little girls belonged until her friend Denise arrived.

 

My arms hung by my sides as I stared at her awful green wallpaper. “Slap” “hands on your head young lady,” said Diane highlighting her remark with a stinging smack. I was made to wait about half an hour before I heard the doorbell and then to compound my shame several voices accompanied Diane’s as people entered the room.

 

No one made any mention of me as they all exchanged greetings and small talk for a few minutes. I learned that Denise had brought her husband Mike and her two children Emma and Jack. I was humiliated beyond belief when John exclaimed surprise that they had brought the two kids especially as Jack was only twelve and Emma was fifteen.

 

Denise explained that originally she was only going to bring Emma but Jack had seemed very amused to learn of my situation and she felt it unfair not to let him see for himself. Unfair to a twelve-year-old brat I thought what about it being unfair to me. Although I hadn’t seen anyone yet I could imagine my bottom must be the focus of everyone’s eyes.

 

I could hear the sound of furniture being moved and Diane busy getting everyone drinks and making sure they were all comfortable. It wasn’t as if I had stopped blushing but I blushed like I had never blushed in my whole life as Diane game me a curt command. “Come on Karen, let’s have you up on the table for everyone to have a good look at you”. I lowered my arms in an attempt to shield my bust and bush as I turned to face them.

 

A low wooden coffee table had been placed in the middle of the room and the sofa and chairs pushed back a little. I felt like I must look like a rabbit caught in the headlights as I lifted my leg and climbed on top of the table. John and Mike were both sat directly in front of me alongside Denise and the young girl Emma was sat just to my left on the armchair with her brother sat on the arm next to her.

 

“Alright hands on your head young lady” smiled Diane “I think it’s a little late to play the innocent Karen don’t you”. God how much more shameful can this get as I lifted my hands and placed them firmly on top my head. It was obvious everyone was studying my nakedness and Diane began to remind them all why I was here.

 

I tried to look down at the floor as she told everyone how my own son Tim had decided to subject me to strict discipline and I had agreed to it without too much protest. She explained that I had a large collection of “tarty underwear” and had a reputation among the neighbours of deliberately parading in front of bedroom widow. I was mortified to lean my secret was common knowledge and Diane went on to say how Tim and his two friends had now confiscated my lingerie.

 

It was Denise who took over addressing everyone by exclaiming that she was going to make me some very embarrassing clothes, which would make me look very juvenile indeed. I could hear a few giggles and beneath her breath Emma hissed “Serves the stupid cow right”. “Yes it probably does Emma but don’t be so rude” Denise scolded her daughter. Which only reinforced how humiliating this whole ordeal was becoming.

 

“Do you agree this is for your own good Karen?” asked Denise. Oh how could I be expected to answer such a ludicrous question?  I remained silent as she walked behind me and placed her hand on my bum cheek. She squeezed gently “cat got your tongue” she said with two hard smacks to each cheek. I jumped forward with the impact making my breasts bounce “No No” I yelped.

 

“Well then answer me my girl,” she continued with more slaps making my boobs dance even more and causing me to part my legs a little more to keep my balance. “Yes I deserve it” I stuttered “Good girl” she replied leaving my bottom alone to stand back in front of me. I was shocked then to feel her hands on my chest and she pressed them hard into my ribcage.

 

“She’s got quite nice tits but we will make her some nice strong vests to keep them well hidden. Her remark was aimed at Diane but everyone thought it was highly amusing. “What do you think Karen” she smiled firmly lifting my breasts by the nipples “You don’t need tits any more to be a naughty little girl do you”. I added to my own shame by shaking my head and saying “No Miss”

 

 

She held the tape measure over my boobs to confirm my 36b bust and then with a light smack from the side to each she looked me in the eyes “If you don’t behave young lady we might consider plastic surgery and remove them altogether”. My face looked on in horror as Emma gasped “Gosh Mum that’s a bit mean isn’t it”. John and Mike meanwhile were laughing that would indeed be a punishment and a half all right and I better be on my best behaviour from now on.

 

I didn’t know if Denise was serious or not or even if it was possible but she was really scaring me. “Oh I promise to be a good girl,” I begged “honest I will be the best little girl you have ever seen”. Denise gave me a mocking smile “of course you will my dear” which had everyone laughing.

 

She moved down to my tummy and pinched some of my flab as she put it “Too many chocolates Karen”, she asked not waiting for an answer she reached round and pinched the flesh below my hips. “You really need to loose a few pounds Karen” she laughed. I knew I wasn’t as slim as I used to be but I could hardly be described as fat.

 

She measured my waist and hips and wrote them down on some paper. She turned to Diane and said how she would get me about half a dozen little dresses and a keep fit uniform. One that would show as much of my bottom as possible for me to go jogging in public and shed those pounds. She went on to say how she would get me some nice white cotton knickers suitable for a naughty little five-year-old and perhaps she ought to consider supplying some nappies for me.

 

Everyone thought that idea was marvellous “Bet you won’t be prancing round in the window in your new nappy will you Karen”, laughed Diane, “Will she have to really use the nappy then Mum”, asked Emma. I could feel my face actually burn with the shame of what was being suggested. Denise went on to explain that it would depend on who was looking after me and maybe my son Tim wouldn’t want to change a dirty nappy but she or Diane probably wouldn’t mind.

 

“Urghhh, that’s gross”, remarked jack “she should at least be old enough to use a potty”. “Oh wonderful idea Jack” congratulated Diane “Won’t we have fun potty-training you Karen”, at which they all laughed. I didn’t want to accept these awful developments but I had the feeling that if I began to argue and protest then I would more than likely get a good spanking in front of them now on top of my future humiliations.

 

Denise meanwhile was still hovering around and announced that there one last thing to take care off. “Naughty little girls don’t have all this nasty hair down here do they Karen”, and with her comment she ran her fingers through my bush making me wriggle and squirm much to the amusement of them all. “Besides how do you expect anyone to clean and wipe you when you have your nappy changed looking like that”.

 

Each time I felt I couldn’t suffer more embarrassment they came up with something new to bring the blood to my already bright red face. With a hard tug of my pubic hair Denise explained that her daughter Emma would be willing to help in removing my thick brown bush.

 

Emma cleared her throat “Well at school we have a class in beauty therapy and we usually practice stuff on each other”, she continued “Its normally make-up and nail varnish but we do practice waxing, although not a proper bikini wax because Miss Thompson says the school can’t afford a model willing to let us practice on her”. “No” I screamed in my own head at what this was leading up to. “So will you let us practice on you then Karen?” asked the grinning teenager.

 

Denise then asked Diane whether they ought to ask my son Tim if he thought that I should volunteer my services bearing in mind Emma went to the same school as Tim.

I stood my hands still clasped tight on my head trying to stop myself visibly shaking as Diane telephone Tim. I could hear the muffled voice as she had a long conversation and then she returned to the room to announce the answer.

 

Oh please god Tim don’t allow it I prayed as she smiled at me. “ Well Karen, you should be very grateful to have such an intelligent son who takes your discipline very seriously”. I held my breath as she continued, “he thinks removing all the hair from your vagina would be a delightful way to add to your new status and of course he would be very grateful if Emma asks her teacher”.

 

The shame was too much to for me to handle any longer and I burst in to tears “Oh its not fair” I sobbed, “I’m a grown woman I can’t let a bunch of schoolgirls take all my pubes off”. I cried loudly in the sheer frustration and helplessness I found myself in and actually stamped my foot before wailing again “its just not fair”.

 

Denise’s husband Mike looked up at me “I should say the tuft between your legs is about the only thing grown up about you Karen”, he smiled “and the sooner Emma and her friends remove every last hair the better”. With tears running down my cheeks he stood up and declared perhaps they ought to leave the naughty girl to have a good cry.

 

As he walked past me he slapped my bottom a couple of times as did Denise “Oh stop your snivelling you silly little girl” she growled. As their children stood up Jack looked across at me “Mum can I give her a smack on her bum then before we go”. “Oh of course you can darling” she replied sweetly. The boy didn’t need telling twice and swung his arm hard to land a sharp slap on my bare bottom. He laughed to himself as he gave me another before his dad told him to “leave the naughty girl alone now Jack” and I was left with just Diane and John.