Chambermaids

It had been a hard night the night before. That sometimes happens on business trips. People take you out to dinner, ply you with wine, and more wine, and brandy, and dump you back in the hotel at three in the morning. And you take all your clothes off and collapse into bed. That's what had happened to me. I'd have made excuses and left, but the girl they had deputed to entertain me was a rather attractive redhead and I'd thought I might get off with her. I mean I'm a cool kind of a guy, I have a way with the ladies and I am rather good looking in a boyish sort of a way! I mean when you come to audit one of the branch offices they like to make you welcome. I shouldn't do it of course, after all it would put me at a disadvantage to have got off with one of the office girls. But hey! This bloody tedious job has to have some perks! She was called Fiona, girl they'd deputed to take me out to dinner, the office bicycle I suppose. So I flirted with her in the taxi on the way back to the hotel, much to the amusement of the taxi driver, I mean I have a way with girls and a taxi is as good a place as any to give them one. Not so lucky this time, she must have been one of those man hating feminists.

So that was why I didn't get up till nine, and why I had ordered breakfast in my room, and why indeed I was in the room with no clothes on when the chambermaid came in. It was the usual quick knock on the door, the quick shout of 'Housekeeping', and in she walks. I mean it's always happening isn't it? I mean the previous time it had happened, after I had made the usual routine apology for being caught in the altogether, as if it was my fault, the girl had just opened the curtains, and started chatting, as if it were perfectly normal to be conversing with a completely naked total stranger. Just normal chat, I'd showed her my cock, asked her if she fancied earning a quick twenty quid, the usual thing. They're usually quite willing. I mean twenty quid's a lot of money for a chambermaid for five minutes giving a guest an extra, isn't it? I mean you girls who are reading this, and I know you enjoy reading these stories, you'd be willing wouldn't you? I mean you're thinking 'I wish I'd been that chambermaid'. You're wishing you'd been the one to catch me with no clothes on and seen my cock aren't you?

This time though...

"Hi," I said, "sorry, don't mind me," but instead of not minding me, like they usually do, she went bright red, stammered something incomprehensible, and rushed into the bathroom to start work there.

I shrugged my shoulders. She was a pretty little thing and as my back seat flirt hadn't quite done the job, so I went in after her. I pointed to my cock. "Fancy earning a quick twenty quid?" I said. But instead of doing as she was told, I mean hotel employees are supposed to to what guests ask aren't they, she started screaming. Bloody girl! What on earth was I going to do now. Get on with getting dressed I supposed. She'd stop good time after all and I was supposed to be starting the bloody audit at ten.

But then there was another knock at the door.

"Housekeeping!" Thank god! Somebody who could cart Screaming Annie off.

"Come in!" I shouted, and a big rather officious girl bounded in. I suppose I should have put some clothes on, but you don't think about that sort of thing do you?

"Sir!" she said, "looking horrified, "you've got no clothes on."

"Well it is my room. Don't tell me you've not seen a cock before."

"That, Sir, is not the thing... Or rather it is the thing... And a rather obvious one at that... What on earth is going on!"

"Well your mate started shouting. Just because I offered her twenty quid. Must have been the shock. I suppose the going rate's only ten quid in this dump."

"You offered her twenty pounds! What for?" "For next to nothing. Twenty for five minutes work. Most girls pay me for the privilege."

"Sir!" "You mean you want thirty?"

"I do not mean anything of the sort. Come along Sharon," the first girl appeared to have recovered her composure at last, "we'll have to see about this." And off they went. Probably to discuss if twenty was enough. So I thought. Five minutes later there was another knock at the door.

"Come in," I shouted looking for my wallet and the twenty quid I kept for 'special' occasions. And in come the two girls followed by a lady of about thirty, with short dark hair, red lipstick and a rather stern demeanour. A bit like the sort who go around spanking the naughty boys in femdom videos. Not that I watch them you know. Not unless I've got nothing else to do.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded to know.

"The meaning of what?" I asked. Oh no! She was going to be one of those wretched feminists who complain that a little bit of banter is 'sexual harassment' as they call it.

"This sexual harassment," she said. I knew it. I just knew it. Still I could deal with her sort. "What sexual harassment? This young lady barges in when I've got no clothes on. Offers to perform what I can only describe as a lewed act for twenty pounds, and when I politely decline shouts for her friend and they try to blackmail me!"

That should sort them out! I reckoned. It usually does in my experience, "Is this true girls?" she asked.

"No Miss McGonagle," they replied in unison. Well they would wouldn't they. She looked at them.

"If there's one thing in this world I cannot stand it's liars," she pronounced.

"Quite right,' I said. May as well lay it on thick. "They deserve punishment to the full extent of the law."

"Quite right," I'd teach those girls to go telling lies about me.

"So you agree I should hand you over to the police!" "What me!" I yelled, "it's not me that's lying. It's these girls."

"On the contrary. I know exactly who is lying. And it's you. And do you know how I know?" "How?" I said as sceptically as I could. "Because that...," she said, pausing for effect and pointing at my cock, "is vertical. And in my experience a vertical male appendage is a sure sign that a man is lying. Hence the expression 'a cock up'. Now, shall I call the police?" Oh my god! She'd got me. She was right. My cock had gone up! And plainly visible for all to see.

"No no, don't," I said, "it was just a bit of banter. Just a joke. You girls can take a joke can't you?"

"Take a joke! You expect us to take this as a joke."

"Just a bit of joke. Any decent person can take a joke can't they?"

"Even when it involves what I can only describe as naked humiliation!"

 "Absolutely! Of course! They're the funniest of the lot!"

"You don't say."

"You have to believe me. Look! My cock's gone down!"

 I was getting a bit desperate. I couldn't have them call the police. They'd probably send one of those women policemen who hate men and think you're harassing girls just because you show them your cock.

"I still think I should call the police."

"No, no. You can punish me. I know, why don't you spank my bottom..." well, as I said, she looked the sort who'd be handy with a hair brush.

"Spank your bottom! That is the last straw. Trying to get me to indulge your... Your... Sexual fantasies!"

"But... But... I only thought..."

 "You'd enjoy a spanked bottom wouldn't you?"

 "I thought you'd enjoy spanking me. With a hairbrush perhaps."

"And you give me permission to spank you."

"Absolutely. Of course. Any time."

 "You, Sir, shall leave my hotel right now. Immediately. And not return!" She seemed to have worked herself up into a state of rather extreme annoyance. But at least she wasn't calling the police anymore.

"Yes Miss. Of course Miss," the time had come to be conciliatory, "just let me get my clothes on Miss."

"I said now! Right now!" and she flung the door open as the two girls pushed me out into the corridor and slammed it shut behind me. And before I knew it I was being marched along the corridor towards the hotel lobby. Completely in the nude.

**************

The news that 'he' was coming to do the safety audit again was not welcome to us girls in the office. Not after the last time. Not the sex pest.

 Definition of sex pest as follows: suggestive remarks passed off as banter, positioning to look up skirts and down blouses, hands patting bottoms and pressing up against breasts, and worst of all offering twenty pounds in return for certain services. The cheek of it! A mere twenty! And any attempt to challenge him was met by denial and an accusation that the complainant was lying.

 This time, we all decided, was the time to teach him a lesson. Fiona was to take him out to dinner. If he made pestered her the trap would be set and if he walked into it, it would be sprung. It was a complex plan, but surprisingly easy to put into effect. The Majestic is always in need of temporary staff, so Sharon and Tracey took a couple of weeks off on sickies and applied for jobs as chambermaids.

 As a sex pest he would be bound to show his willy off to the chambermaid (it was by all accounts an impressive one at any rate) and if he did she knew what to do. I would masquerade as the manager under the, rather appropriate I felt, name of Mrs McGonagle and I would spring the trap. After his behaviour in the taxi the trap had been set, it had been sprung and now we had him. Marching down the corridor to his fate. Stark naked. He'd said he could take a joke involving naked humiliation. We'd soon see if he could.

****************

Why on earth had I let them do it. What with the threat of the police and everything, I'd let them push me into the corridor and it looked like they were going to throw me out of the hotel with no clothes on. Surely not!

"Please, what are you doing to me," I stammered.

"Throwing you out the hotel with no clothes on," replied Mrs McGonagle, the manager, "it's the least you deserve.

"But you can't do that! Think of the reputation of the hotel."

"Why should that be a problem. It's my hotel. I can chuck out guests if I want to. It'll give me a lot of publicity. And all publicity is good publicity isn't it?"

She was really going to do it! Parade me naked through the hotel, then throw me out. We reached the end of the corridor. Round the corner was the hotel lobby. I could hear the voices of the people in there.

"Please Miss, please," I whimpered, "I'm begging you."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"If you were begging me you'd be down on your hands and knees licking my shoes."

"But I can't do that..."

"In that case in you go!" And with that she gave me a shove and I tottered through into the lobby. The voices stopped. I stared round panic stricken. About a dozen hotel guests and the girl on reception were staring at me as I stood there without a stitch on. Totally humiliated. My face burning red. My hands clamped over my cock, but otherwise displayed stripped naked for all to see.

"Please," I begged, "please Miss."

"Well you know what to do."

"Yes Miss. Of course Miss." And I went down on my hands and knees and started licking her shoes. Then the sniggers started, quickly turning to titters, then giggles and finally out and out roaring laughter.

"Please Miss." I blubbed, "Please Miss."

The laughter suddenly stopped and I looked up to see a familiar face standing there. It was Fiona, the girl from the taxi the previous night.

She was grinning. "I've come to take you to the office," she said, "nice to see you're having a good time." I stood up and she took me by the hand. And I followed her meekly to the door and the audience burst into spontaneous applause.

The girl on reception grinned. "Nice cock," she said. Oh my god! I'd stopped covering it up. Everybody could see my cock. "Thank you," I said meekly as I was led out the door into the waiting taxi. Then it suddenly dawned on me. The office! She'd said she was taking me to the office! And I still had no clothes on!

***********

You know. Once you've got a man with no clothes on he's putty in your hands. The strutting twat who'd paraded around his bedroom showing off his cock to the supposed chambermaids was now a whimpering baby crawling on the floor licking my shoes. I must say, considering that it must have been quite a sight, the hotel guests played their part to perfection. There's nothing like being laughed at because you're in the nude to reduce a man to jelly. And a shaking jelly he'd become as Fiona led him out to the taxi to a round of not undeserved applause. And the sweet little receptionist played her part complimenting him in his cock. She was right there, mind, he did have a nice cock - nicely proportioned, big, but not too big. It could provide us with a bit of fun later, that and his cute little bum. I looked at his cute little bare bum wiggling as he made his way to the taxi. Oh yes. The fun wasn't over yet. Not by a long way.

**********

What was I doing, going to the office in a taxi with Fiona with no clothes on. I'd just been so relieved at the chance to get out of the hotel and all the people laughing and clapping that I'd let Fiona lead me out to the taxi no here I was on the way to the office completely nude. I couldn't do that...

"Stop!" I shouted, "I can't go to the office with no clothes on."

"Would you rather go back to the hotel? I'm sure they'd be delighted to see you again. And I use the word 'see' advisably."

"No! But..." "But what?. "I need some clothes."

"So you have any money to buy any?"

"No... But..."

"In that case I think the office is probably the best place. Or else you could just get out here. The High Street does look a bit busy though."

"No! I can't get out in the middle of the town with nothing on!" "In that case the office it is." "But what will the girls say?"

"Don't worry about that. They're expecting you. Everything is prepared." Everything was prepared. As I washed trembling into the office I saw it was arranged with Seats around a stool in the middle. Somehow I knew I was supposed to send on the stool. Meekly I allowed myself to be led to it and I stood up there, quaking with nerves, in the nude. What was going on? Why had I been made to stand on the stool? Why were all the girls sitting on the seats round me. I was soon to get the answer. The door opened and in walked Mrs McGonagle, the manager from the hotel, and the two chambermaids. What were they doing there. My legs shook, my face burned and my mouth was dry.

"Please Miss," I said, "what's happening...".

**********

We made him stand on the chair in the middle of the room stripped naked and trembling like a frightened rabbit. That was the way to treat men who pestered girls with suggestive remarks and wandering hands. He wouldn't be doing that again after we'd finished with him. "Please Miss," he whimpered, as well he might.

"You are here to stand trial as a sex pest," I said. "And believe me you will be punished appropriately if found guilty."

"But I never...," he started. 'I'll be the judge of that I said, "I am going to ask you a series of questions and you had better answer them truthfully or it will be so much the worse for you. Believe me we will know if you are lying..."

********^^

They'd put me on trial! Accusing me of being a sex pest! Of all the cheek! Girls like a bit of banter, everybody knows that, they expect it, they enjoy it. Don't try to tell me otherwise! You like a bit of banter don't you girls? You like me to compliment me on your tits. You like to flash your sexy knickers. And most of all you like me to get my cock out so you can... Well you do don't you? I started to get back a bit of confidence.

They'd made me stand there with no clothes on, but I would show them.

"First indictment," said the dreadful women, "When you first met Fiona did you not say to her, and here I quote, 'Nice pair of tits. Will you get them out for me for a fiver'?"

"Certainly not," I said. First rule with these man hating prudes - deny everything.

"I said there would be consequences if you lied," she said.

"I'm not lying."

"You forget. We have an infallible lie detector," and she pointed at my cock. Oh my God, she was right. My cock had gone straight up.

"But..." I stammered, "I might have said something like that, but it was just a bit of banter. Girls like that. They like being complimented on their tits."

"So you admit it..."

"But she does have nice tits. And she was sticking them out..."

"Hmmmm! Well..." she looked at my cock which had subsided to normal dimensions. "Next indictment: at dinner you pretended to drop your fork on the ground and crawled under the table pretending to look for it, but really trying to get a peek up Fiona's skirt."

"Of course not!" I protested, "I would never do such a thing!" There was a gasp from the girls and and I glanced down. My cock had gone rigid again. It looked like she was right. The lie detector was infallible. "But she was wearing a short skirt," I said, "everyone knows girls wear short skirts to flash their knickers. They expect you to have a peek up there. If they didn't they wouldn't put sexy underwear on."

"And was Fiona wearing sexy underwear?"

"No," I said, and my cock went down again.

"Third indictment: In the taxi on the way to you hotel, pretending to lose balance as the car went round a corner, you put your hand up Fiona's skirt and fondled her breasts."

"Fondled her tits. Never. Absolutely not. It was a total accident." But before I'd even finished the sentence my cock was vertical and throbbing. It was no good. I couldn't get away with the ploy of total denial. "But everyone knows girls get in a taxi with you because the want a little fondle. I could see that. Not wearing a bra. Not wearing any knickers...'

"I thought you said she was wearing plain underwear!"

"I didn't say that. I said she wasn't wearing sexy underwear. She wasn't wearing any at all!" Everyone looked at my cock and it stayed resolutely down.

"Fiona!" Everyone looked at Fiona. She'd turned bright red.

"Everyone knows girls who don't wear knickers want a hand up their skirt. Everyone knows that girls who don't wear a bra want their tits fondled. I mean everyone knows that. Don't they?"

"Do they?" I looked at Fiona. Through the thin cotton of her blouse I could see her nipples were rock hard. There was a girl who wanted her tits fondled if ever I saw one.

"Of course." I looked at my cock. It was rock hard too. Bloody Fiona! She'd only gone and made it look as if I was lying!

**********

We had him. His willy had gone up and down like a yo-yo during questioning, and now it stood up like the Eiffel Tower with his last big lie. "I think girls that just about proves it. Guilty on all charges." The girls nodded in agreement. Now for the punishment. I was going to enjoy this.

**************

Guilty! She'd said I was guilty, and all because my cock had gone up when I saw Fiona's tits. It wasn't fair! It wasn't bloody fair! You know that, don't you girls? That's why you don't wear a bra and stick your tits out. That's why you wear sexy knickers and flash them. You're trying to get my cock up. And you know when you've got my cock up, I'll get it out for you.

"Time for the audit then," said the woman who called herself McGonagle.

"Audit?"

"Yes, you did come here to do a health and safety audit didn't you?"

"Yes but..."

"But what?"

"I haven't got any clothes on."

"I can't see why that stops you doing a health and safety audit. Come on get going. Now what was it you spent so much time checking last time you did an audit here."

"Um... I... Er... Don't remember...," but I knew as soon as the words were out of my mouth that my cock would be straight up. I could remember all too well. I mean, she was the sort of girl who could take a joke. She really enjoyed it. The shrieking had only been for fun. You do shriek when you're having fun, don't you girls? "I can see you really do remember."

"Wel... Er... Yes..."

"What?"

"I said we had to test the emergency shower..."

"The shower that's outside, beside the office door..." "Well... Er... Yes..." "The shower that dates back to the time when there was a laboratory here with acids and stuff..."

"Well... Er... Yes..."

"The shower that really serves no purpose in a call centre..."

"If there's an emergency shower here it has to be tested..."

"In case of what situation exactly?"

"In case... In case... Well in case a girl spills a hot cup of coffee down her front. An emergency shower is very valuable for that..." My cock was rigid again and refusing to go down, but I had to give them some explanation.

"So that was why you threw that cup of coffee over me was it?" Oh my God! One of the so-called chambermaids from the hotel! The one with the big tits. She was Tracey from the office. I recognised her now."

"Well... The emergency shower... I thought a practical demonstration..."

"Nothing to do with the fact that I was wearing a tight tee shirt and no bra, and when you pushed me under the shower I got soaked with freezing cold water..."

My cock was not only up. It was throbbing. Well yours would be too if you remembered the well endowed Tracey in a wet tee shirt and no bra. And then... Well I'd been so tempted. And you girls who go to work in a tight tee shirt and no bra... You're really wanting to show off your titties aren't you... You girls who enjoy reading these stories. You're really thinking how much you'd enjoy being pushed under a cold shower in a tight tee shirt. You want to show off your titties. I mean your nipples are standing out now at the thought of it aren't they!

"And then you decided to demonstrate the first aid..."

"Well you wanted to show off your titties. You did. Don't deny it. You did."

"I see. So that was why you pulled my tee shirt up and started rubbing butter into my boobs!"

"Well it's the treatment for scalded titties. It is... It is..." My rigid cock was now throbbing so hard I felt it was about to fire off. Like it nearly had when I'd rubbed the butter into Tracey's nipples. But I could see she was a good sport... I mean..

"You enjoyed it. I could see you did... You did..."

"Just like you're going to enjoy this you mean...," and with that she threw a cup of hot coffee all over my bare cock and balls. "Yikes!"

"Oh dear!' Said McGonagle in mock alarm, "I think this calls for the cold shower."

"But you can't!" I shrieked, "it's out in the street! I've got no clothes on!"

"I think you said," said McGonagle grabbing my arm, "when you pulled up Tracey's tee shirt, that there was no such thing as false modesty where first aid was concerned." And she yanked me out into the street and pushed me under the shower. As soon as I stepped under it went off automatically and a jet of freezing cold water hit me.

"Waaaaaaah!"

Tracey's shrieking hadn't been for fun! The water was freezing cold. You couldn't help shrieking when it hit you.

"Waaaaaaaaaaah!"

I shouldn't have shrieked so loud. The girls from all the other offices were at the windows watching me prance around naked in the shower. Well they would, wouldn't they? You would like to see me prancing around naked in the shower, wouldn't you girls? There was even loud applause when Tracey turned the shower off.

"Now for the first aid," she said. Oh my God! Tracey had a tub of butter in her hands. What could I do? It was me who had said it was the proper first aid treatment. In spite of the cold water my cock was still rigid and throbbing when she started rubbing the butter in....

***********^^^

Tracey had asked to be the one to exact the final revenge, the final humiliation, with all the girls watching. I think she really relished the notion of grabbing hold of his balls, smearing them with butter and squeezing hard as she yanked them down. Perhaps she was wrong to have for her face quite so close to the end of his rigid cock, seeing as it was loaded and ready to fire. Squeezing his balls was liking pulling the trigger and the unfortunate Tracey got it full in the face. Still she got a round of applause for it from the spectators, or he did, or both of them did. Either way it was the ultimate public humiliation for him. I've never seen a face quite so red before or since. Still, he'd said the jokes involving naked humiliation were the funniest of the lot, so he couldn't have been surprised at the mirth his humiliation had produced. And I wasn't finished with him yet. Oh no...

*************

I bent over the desk and considered the day so far. Altogether, I thought, it had been quite a successful audit. True, there were minus points as well as plus points. I hadn't got any clothes on for a start. On the other hand I'd got a hand job off Tracey. True, it would take a couple of days for my balls to recover, and having a couple of dozen girls in the audience had been a bit embarrassing, but in the plus side I hadn't had to part with twenty quid. And the girls had enjoyed the show. I mean you'd have enjoyed the show wouldn't you girls? And if you can bring a little pleasure into people's lives, even if only by getting your balls squeezed and squirting a girl in the face, that's something isn't it? On the minus side I'd been right when I thought that Miss McGonagle would enjoy spanking my bottom. I'm not so sure that she was right in saying that I would enjoy it.

WHACK !

"Waaaaaaaah!"

That was the left cheek. She was spanking them alternately. A big cheer went up.

"Ten. Thank you Miss." I said.

WHACK!

"Waaaaaaaaaah!"

If only I hadn't suggested she use a hairbrush.

Stripping the Teacher

How did it ever happen? How did I end up standing at the front of the classroom with a group of girls laughing and giggling like that? There was only one reason, and I knew it. They made me.

***********

I never meant to go into teaching, but nobody ever told me that there wasn't much call for people with a degree in medieval history in industry, or the city, or the civil service or any other of the numerous organisations where I had applied for a job.

Teaching, that's what you can do with a history degree; that was what they told me down the job centre. So I went in for teaching. I got a place to take my teaching certificate at one of those northern universities that make their money out of vocational courses. The lectures were humdrum, theoretical and all about being child centred, and ensuring that children were learning through enjoyment. They never told you anything about how to keep discipline amongst an unruly group of fourteen year old girls. Nothing at all.

Mind you when I went on my first week of teaching practice at St Mathilda's High School for Girls the staff were full of advice.

"Give 'em hell for the first few lessons"

"Make friends with them so that they'll like you."

"Show them who's boss."

"Have fun with the girls."

“Make sure they call you ‘Sir’.”

"Be firm. Don't try and be clever. And don't give into any of their demands."

Their demands! As if I would. This last advice from the drop dead gorgeous art teacher Samantha. She was in her mid-twenties, a few years older than me. She was slim, long legged and blessed with delightfully cute little breasts. I became fixated on her breasts. She was the only one of the all female staff who could get my cock twitching and at night. I had been trying to think up complex plans to get into her knickers, but of course I'd never put any into action. I was far too much of a wimp for that. But this was my chance.

"Do you have any more advice?"

"I'll write you out a little list."

But my mouth had gone dry, my cock was twitching and I got tongue tied.

"Thank you," and here my obsession with her little bosoms took hold of me, "I'd love to see your little tits.. I mean tittie bits.. I mean little list...," but she'd already gone. And not very graciously. I'd really blown it.

All the advice was contradictory and mostly useless as far as I could see, or indeed could hear. There seemed to be a riot going on in every class in the school. The reason became obvious when I spoke to the headmistress.

Mrs Todd had been headmistress for twenty years and had no interest in anything except maintaining an easy life until her fast approaching retirement.

"Discipline seems er...," I didn't quite know how to put it, but she put it for me.

"Non-existent,” she said. It wasn't what I was going to say. I was too much of a wimp to be so direct, but it was what I meant.

"No point in trying to keep discipline in school nowadays. Not like the old days. You can't cane them anymore," and here she got a strange look in her eye as if administering corporal punishment had been one of the chief pleasures of her life and all the fun had gone out of teaching since it had been banned, "You know it used to do them a power of good. Taught them an important lesson. They always used to thank me afterwards. And you can't clip them round the ear with the back of your hand. They won't even let you throw a blackboard duster at them. In fact we don't even have blackboards anymore."

"What can I do then?" I was getting worried by now.

"Well you can stick them in detention. We're allowed to do that, giving two days notice to the parents of course...”

"Should I do that then?"

"Me, I wouldn't bother. As long as nobody's getting murdered just let them get on with it. You're only here for a couple of weeks. I shouldn't worry. Just think about us lot. We've got to put up with it till we retire."

“But what about my marks for the teaching practice?”

“Oh don’t bother about them. Provided you don’t end up running round the school stark naked I’ll give you full marks.”

Such was the helpful advice from the headmistress - let them get on with it. Not very encouraging. It seemed to be the advice followed by the teachers though. The first couple of lessons I sat in on were just a riot. The girls paid little or no attention to the teacher and sat listening to their iPods or texting each other. I was dreading my first lesson. I feared the worst and with good reason.

It was worse than the worst. I couldn't just let them get on with it. You see I was the first male teacher the girls had had.

I started as I meant to go on.

“You will call me ‘Sir’,” I said. They looked blank. I needed to reinforce this. "I am a teacher and you will call me 'Sir' when you address me. It is a mark of respect for your superior." I thought it was a good idea. They were only fourteen or fifteen, but they were so mature and I was only a few years older.

"You will call me 'Sir'."

So they did. It seemed a good start until…

"How big is yours Sir?" These were sixth form girls.  They'd be leaving at the end of term and they had one track minds - the size of my penis. I hadn't understood at first.

"How big is my what?"

The way they collapsed in giggles soon enlightened me.

"Never mind that girls," I was never much good at laying down the law, so I was trying to get them on my side by being friends with them, "the Battle of Hastings took place in...,"surely they'd be interested in the Battle of Hastings. They weren't.

"It must be a really tiny one Sir," that was Sharon, the most brazen of the girls, an overdeveloped and precocious seventeen year old.

"Sorry?" That was a mistake. I should have ignored her.

"It must be a really tiny one if you won't tell us how big Sir."

"Of course it's not, now the Battle of...," I didn't get any further. I should never have let myself be drawn into this conversation.

"We'll how big is it then Sir?"

"It's... It's not tiny. It's within normal limits...," I felt my face burning. Why oh why did I blush so easily. They were ensnaring me and I couldn't escape.

"Normal limits? What on earth is normal limits Sir? And why is your face so red Sir?" The grin on Sharon’s face was enormous. The girls fell about laughing

"Normal limits is, well it’s..," I felt myself getting even more red faced, "normal limits is four to six inches of course."

They'd hooked me and played me like a fish. Ten minutes into the lesson and I'd already told them the size of my penis. The lesson was slowly deteriorating into mayhem.

"Four inches!” Sharon had guessed which end of the normal limits mine came, “That's a really tiny one Sir."

The stupid 'Sir' already seemed to be a mistake.

They already had their phones out and were texting the news round the school. I was going to be a laughing stock. I had to try and put an end to this.

"Put those phones away," I bleated, "Put those phones away or you're all in detention."

It had no effect.

"Right," I said, "you're in detention."

I'd made the threat. I'd have to go through with it now. In the end six girls ended up in detention.

"You girls have to learn the meaning of obedience," I said, this was giving it to them good and proper, "you have to be disciplined."

"Ooh Sir! Yes Sir!  Discipline us Sir!  Please Sir," said Sharon, she sounded like she'd enjoy it.

"Well you've done it now so you'll have to go through with it." That was Mrs Todd enthusing over my decision to put six seventeen year old girls in detention. "Look on the bright side though. You have to send a form to their parents notifying them and asking permission. I doubt you'll get many back."

But she was wrong. All six forms came back giving permission for the girl to be kept in for an hour after school on Thursday. And miraculously the detention seemed to do the trick. They were as good as gold the next day. I congratulated myself on standing firm. If only I'd known.

What I hadn't realised was that I would have to take the detention. I thought a proper teacher would do that, and probably according to the rules they should have. But there was no chance of getting one of that lot to stay behind a moment longer than necessary. So Thursday evening saw me alone waiting in the art classroom, the room designated for detentions, for six  sixth form girls. It would only be an hour, then we could all go home, and I would have won.

They all trooped in meekly and took their places at their desks and the hour passed in complete silence as they did the work I'd set them. It was when it came to the end if the hour that things started to go wrong. I went over to the classroom door to open it and let the girls out. It wouldn't open.

"Oh dear. The doors a bit jammed," I said pushing hard at it.

"No it isn't Sir," said Sharon, "I locked it."

"You did what?"

"I locked it when we came in. The key's down here." She pointed down between her overdeveloped bosoms.

"Well get it out, get the door open and we can all go home."

"Fraid not," said Sharon, "you see you kept us in and now we're keeping you in. We'll let you go when you've done a forfeit."

"But you can't do that."

"Oh yes we can. You're just a student. You can’t do anything to us. We can do what we like, and we're keeping you in"

With horror I realised she was right. How would I ever get out if I didn't do what they said? Threats of future retribution would have no effect. Mrs Todd had said as much. There wasn't any punishment that could be meted out. And there was no one else in the school. I couldn't shout for help, and I certainly couldn't try and retrieve the key from its hiding place.

"What do you mean by a forfeit?" I'd given in. It was the first step on the slope to my ultimate humiliation.

“Oh,” said Sharon, “let’s say you stand on the desk and sing a song.”

I couldn’t think what to say. But I couldn’t think of any other way out of the situation. Anyway I only had one more day at the school. I just wanted to get out of there and get it over with. I could put it all down to experience. I’d know better next time.

“All right,” I said, trying to make it sound as if I was treating the whole thing as a joke, ”what would you like me to sing.”

Unfortunately from the way I could feel my face burning and hear the quaver in my voice it must have been clear how embarrassed I already was.

“Let’s say ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.”

“Right. All right,” I went to stand on the desk.

“Take your shoes and socks off Sir. Can’t have you marking the desk can we.”

I was so much under their thumb now I just did as I was told and stood barefoot on the desk.

“Er… Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,” I mumbled, better get the whole thing over as soon as possible, “Had a very shiny nose…”

“No, no…” Sharon interrupted, “we’ve got special words for you,” and she handed me up a piece of paper with the new words. It dawned on me that the whole thing had been planned from the start. No wonder they had all turned up for detention. I read the words with horror.

Rudolph the red faced teacher
Had a very tiny hose
And if you ever saw it
You would wonder how it grows

All of the girls when they saw it
Had to laugh and call him names
They used to make poor Rudolph
Join in all their silly games

“Come on Sir. You said you would.”

All I wanted to do was get out. I’d have done anything they said.

“Rudolph the red faced…”

“Oh, and do it in your underpants Sir.”

“What!”

“Do it in your underpants. Then we’ll let you go.”

It was the crunch. The battle of wills. If I did that they had me and I knew it. But I couldn’t think of what to do. My face was burning, my legs were trembling and I just wanted it all over with.

“Well, if you promise…” I’d given in.

“We promise,” said Sharon, and I could tell from the smirk on her face that she knew she’d won. I’d been outsmarted by a teenage girl.

Red faced I fumbled with my shirt buttons and then with my trouser belt. I stood in front of the class I was supposed to be disciplining in nothing but my underpants. It was me who was being disciplined for daring to put the girls in detention and I knew it.

“On the desk Sir.”

I stood on the desk.

“That's right Sir. You have to learn the meaning of obedience Sir. You are going to have to be disciplined. The song Sir.”

I picked up the piece of paper with those awful words on it.

“Rudolph the Red Faced Teacher,” I croaked, “Had a very tiny hose…”

"Louder Sir!"

"Yes Miss."

There were only two verses. Soon it would be over. I must be over soon. But of course it wasn’t.

"Louder Sir!"

“And if you ever saw it…”

"And put your hands on your head Sir!"

As I croaked those stupid words I felt Sharon take hold of my underpants. I knew what she was going to do. I knew I should put a stop to it, but at the same time I knew it was too late. The time for resistance was long gone. I was completely under their thumb.

"Yes Miss."

“Saw it…” and with those words I felt my underpants coming down and my tiny hose being displayed to the class of giggling girls.

I felt them slip down my thighs, past my knees and end up round my ankles and I just kept on singing. I did nothing. I let myself be stripped naked by a class of girls and I just stood on the desk in front of them singing.

How did it ever happen? How did I end up standing on the desk at the front of the classroom completely nude with a group of teenage old girls laughing and giggling like that? There was only one reason, and I knew it. They made me.

And it wasn’t over yet.

Far from it.

I mumbled to the end of the song. A song about girls laughing at my tiny penis, while I was stripped naked with my penis on display. The girls had taught me obedience. They had disciplined me. I could only hope they'd let me go now

"Please can I go now?" I bleated at the end of the song, too humiliated even to ask for my underpants back.

"It's Miss. Please can I go now Miss," said Sharon.

I looked blank.

"You will call me Miss," Sharon looked sternly at me, she had dropped the stupid 'Sir', "as a mark of respect for your superior."

"Please can I go now Miss?"

I had no choice if I was ever going to get out of there. I'd heard stories of schoolgirls stripping the teacher nude, but I'd always thought them an urban myth. I'd never thought it would happen to me.

"Of course you can go. You've done your forfeit so you can go. Here's the key."

"Please Miss."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Please Miss..."

There's nothing like being nude for making you completely subservient. This teenage girl had me completely in her power now.

"Please Miss. Can I have my clothes back Miss."

"Certainly not. We promised you could go. I said nothing about letting you have your clothes back."

"But... But... I can't go home with no clothes on Miss."

"Not my problem," said Sharon smirking.

"Please Miss. Please Miss."

"There's the door. You're free to go."

"But I've got nothing on Miss."

Sharon just shrugged and the girls collapsed in giggles and I realised she was serious. The girls were going to make me go home in the nude. If only it had been that simple. I opened the door and peered out into the corridor. I was going to have to make a run for it. Then to my horror I heard voices. I heard footsteps. There were people about. I ducked back into the art room.

"Please Miss. You have to give me my clothes. There's people about."

"Have to give you your clothes! I don't think so. It's art evening class this evening. Didn't you know?"

"No Miss."

"There you are then. If you'd waited a few minutes you'd have been let out. Isn't that funny!"

"But Miss. They're going to catch me with nothing on ."

"Don't worry. They're expecting that. It's life drawing tonight. I rang the usual girl earlier and told her she wasn't needed."

Talk about red faced. Sharon had been so convinced she could strip me naked she had set me up as a life model. And I had fallen for it hook line and sinker. I couldn't run out the school naked. Not with all the people arriving for evening classes. Mrs Todd had made it clear. It was the only thing I wasn't allowed to do. I was going to have to pose in the nude for the art class.

"You'd better get ready," said Sharon, "I think they're coming. I can hear voices."

"Yes Miss," I did as I was told and waited, red faced and trembling for my further humiliation. The door burst open and the girl stood there mouth grinning. And no wonder. It was Samantha, the drop-dead gorgeous art teacher. Of course it would be. it was an art class.

I went redder than ever. Samantha could see me nude. Samantha could see my cock.

"How do you like your new model Miss," said the grinning Sharon.

"Quiet Sharon," said Samantha with the sort of authority I could never muster, "I will need a quiet word with the model."

She took me over to a corner of the room.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"They made me," was all I could answer.

"You mean you weren't firm. You gave in to their demands. I did warn you."

'I tried but..." My voice faltered. How could I explain how I had been led into this.

"We'll you'll have to go through with it now. If I don't have a model old Todd will find out everything then you'll really be in for it. And I'll have to let the girls stay as well."

"Please no. They're too young for a life class surely."

"I think they've seen everything already."

"I suppose so."

"And if I don't let them stay they'll tell old Todd."

"I suppose so."

"And you'd better call me Miss. We're supposed to keep it formal."

"Sharon makes me call her 'Miss'," I said.

"She would," was all Samantha replied, "She would."

She led me to the front of the class.

"Come on," Samantha was quite brusque, "the class will be here soon."

The class! I'd forgotten there would be other people coming.

"Do I have to," Samantha glowered at me, "I mean do I have to Miss," I corrected myself.

"You certainly do," and I'm sure I saw her turn and wink at the girls. So there I stood at the front of the class completely nude, waiting for a dozen or so art students to come and admire my naked body. It was too embarrassing for words.

The class filed in. There were about a dozen off them. All women. That seemed strange, I'd presumed it would be men who queued up for a life drawing class. The explanation however was soon clear.

"Good evening ladies," said Samantha, "as I explained in my e-mail, tonight we will be studying the male nude..."

How did she know? The girls said they had cancelled the girl model.

"...just set up your easels while I arrange the model for you. Now if you can just stand facing the class like this..."

"Yes Miss."

Facing the class. Was my face red! Two seconds later it was redder than ever. One of the class was waving at me. To my horror I realised it was my landlady Mavis Travers. The college had put me up with this rather jaunty lady in a little semi-detached house in the suburbs. And now she was at the life class. I should have guessed, a rather brassy blonde she was always making what were called up north 'saucy remarks'. She could see me in the nude. I would never live it down. I'd never hear the end of it.


"Hello Mavis," said Samantha, "glad you could make it. As I was saying," she turned back to me, "With your head turned like this..."

"Yes Miss."

"...and your hips like so..."

"Yes Miss."

"...and your arm like so..."

"Yes Miss."

"...and your leg turned like so..."

"Yes Miss."

"This," said Samantha facing the class who had set up their drawing pads and were looking goggle eyed at me, "you will recognise as the pose of one of the most famous and most erotic of male nudes, The Apollo Belvedere by the Greek sculptor Leochares.  You might wonder why Ancient Greek liked their statues like our model here with no clothes on...."

Giggles from the class.

"...well of course they wanted an excuse to portray the eroticism of the nude male. And believe me ladies, the nude male is erotic is he not..."

Giggles turned to nods in the class. Even the girls were all agog.

"There are two reasons why this pose is so erotic. The first is in the position on the body. This is what classical artists referred to as 'contrapostto'. The hips turned one way, the upper torso turned the other, one leg bent slightly across. It is a pose which accentuates the curves of the body, it outlines the rib cage and it contours the thighs and the buttocks. Look at the contours of the model's bottom ladies. Is that not sexy. Can you just turn slightly and show the ladies your bottom."

"Yes Miss."

The collective 'ooooooh!' From the audience was audible.

"But the real eroticism lies in this...," she pressed a switch and a picture of the statue appeared on the screen at the front of the class. She enlarged the picture so that positively the rudest part of the statue filled the screen, "...you can see here how small the penis is. This was considered highly erotic at the time as it demonstrated a combination of youthfulness and virility. Turn to face the class please…" I did as I was told, "Now if you look at the penis of our model here...," drawing everybody's eyes to the rudest part of my anatomy, "...you will see that he has a similar small penis. Look at his penis Ladies, do you feel that demonstrates an equal level of virility?"

A number of heads seemed to shake, but they weren't shaking as much as my legs. They shook so much that my penis started to tremble.

I don't know if you've ever had to hold pose for a long time without moving in the nude. Probably you have so you'll know how difficult it is.

"Please Miss," after thirty minutes my leg had gone to sleep and my penis was feeling numb, "please Miss. It's hard holding this position, can we have a break.

"If you must. Sharon love, can you pop along and get some teas."

It was only then that I realised what I'd done. I was going to have to spend the next fifteen minutes chatting to members of the class, and there was no way I was going to get my clothes back. I was going to have to chat to them in the nude. And Mavis was making a bee line for me.

"We'll you're a dark horse aren't you," she said.

"We'll er.."

"I mean I suppose you students have to do it for the money, but I had you down as a rather shy type, not at all the sort to pose in your birthday suit for a bunch of ladies."

"We'll not exactly.. I er..."

"And here you are chatting to me as bold as brass and still in your birthday suit. I suppose you get used to it. Posing like that I mean. With nothing on. Aren't you at all embarrassed. The way she went on about your little winkle. I mean it might have been true, well we could all see it was true, but all the same it must have been embarrassing for you."

"No, er... Not at all. I enjoy it."

"Ooh! There's a thing now. Enjoy showing your charms off to the ladies is it!"

"Absolutely. I'd do it more often of I could..."

Well I wasn't let her think I'd been tricked into doing it and was nearly dying from embarrassment.

"...yes I really oops...," I gave a little jump.

"Sorry," said Mavis, "I think my hand must have accidentally brushed against your...."

"That's all right," I said regaining my composure. Accidentally my arse! She'd given it a little pat.

"You were saying," said Mavis.

"Yes I really oooooooh....,"

"Oh dear I am so clumsy, I must have accidentally touched it again."

The woman had wandering hands. I surreptitiously covered my privates with my hand to protect them from further such assaults.

Samantha came to join is with a plastic cup full of tea.

"Hello Samantha," said Mavis, "you were right, I am enjoying this class. So clever of you to recommend it. Did you know your lovely model here is my lodger?"

"Never," said Samantha handing my a cup of tea her face a picture of innocence, "that must be really embarrassing for him."

"Not at all. He likes prancing around in his birthday suit with ladies watching."

"Is that so! I'd never have believed it. Considering the size of his, well you know what I mean, and him so shy as well," they were talking about me as if I wasn't there.

"Drink up," said Samantha, "we haven't got long," and she went back to the girls, leaving me to the tender mercies of Mavis again

The tea was in one of those wobbly plastic cups. I had to hold it with two hands to stop the tea from spilling out, an action which unfortunately meant my privates were once again vulnerable to the wandering hands of my landlady.

"Oh! Oh! Oooooh! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

To explain the events that led up to the final shriek I must go into some rather embarrassing and rather graphic detail. Just as I brought the scalding tea to my lips I felt a hand take a firm grip on my bare and unprotected dangling orbs.

"I knew you liked it," said Mavis, as I desperately looked for somewhere to put the cup down so I could protect my dignity. It was no good. Mavis wasn't leaving go. I was going to have to hold it with one hand.

"Mavis, please," I said as I tried to ward off the assault on my private parts. It was no good the grip tightened, the cup wobbled, the struggle increased until...

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Just as I got Mavis's hand free the cup collapsed and a fountain of boiling tea cascaded on to my bare essentials. Have you ever had hot water poured over your unprotected privates? Well of course you have. So, you'll not be surprised at the shriek then.

I have Sharon to thank for my rescue. Quickly taking in the situation, suppressing the obvious desire to burst out laughing, she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the wash-up sink. Thank goodness the fourth form girls had been taught first-aid and knew about the delicate nature of a gentleman's private parts. Taking the rubber hose attached to the cold tap she directed a stream of freezing water straight at my already glowing member.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The shock was enough to elicit another shriek.

"What on earth is going on here."

At the sound of the booming voice from the door the mayhem and hullabaloo that must have been ringing round the school stopped dead and all stood as if in frozen tableau.

It must have been a strange sight for the figure that stood in the doorway. A room full of ladies surrounding one of the teachers, completely nude, and having his private parts sprayed by one of the fourth form girls.

"I trust this is what is generally referred to nowadays as modern art," said Mrs Todd, for it was indeed our redoubtable headmistress attracted to the mayhem by the screams, "and not some Bacchanalian orgy."

She surveyed the scene before her once more.

"You," she said, pointing at Samantha, "and you," pointing at me, "my office now."

I looked round in vain for my clothes. They were nowhere to be seen. So still stark naked I trooped after Samantha and down the corridor to the Head's office.

"Oh dear!" Shouted Mavis after me, "I hope you're not in too much trouble. Six of the best I wouldn't wonder. See you later," and she gave me a big wink.

Six of the best! Mrs Todd had said they weren't allowed to cane the children any more, but I wasn't sure that the prohibition extended to student teachers. And she had had that look in her eye.

I felt distinctly uncomfortable standing in the head's office and the nude. This was because I was being given a real headmistress's telling off. There is something cringingly embarrassing about being told off when you're in the nude. (Author's note - I can vouch for this from personal experience, but then I don't need to tell you that. You'll know it from personal experience as well).

"What advice did I give you," she barked hands on hips.

"Um.. Er...," I couldn't think of any advice she'd given my and it was difficult to concentrate standing there shivering without a stitch on. You feel so completely vulnerable like that when you're being told off.

"We'll. what was it I said?"

"We weren't allowed to cane the children anymore." It was not perhaps the wisest remark. I saw that look in her eye again.

"Don't be stupid," she said, "I said it didn't matter what happened as long as you didn't end up running round the school stark naked. And what do I find? Well what do I find?"

"I wasn't running round the school I protested."

"You think it's better prancing around in the altogether being sprayed on the unmentionables by a fourth form girl?"

"It wasn't my fault," I protested.

"I suppose you're going to tell me they made you."

"Yes," I mumbled. It sounded pathetic put like that.

"And you," she turned to Samantha, "what was your part in all this?"

Samantha put on one of her innocent expressions.

"I couldn't stop him," she said, "he was already stripped naked when I arrived. Said he wanted to model for the lady's life class. Said he enjoyed showing off in front of ladies. What else was I to do. My usual model hadn't turned up."

"And what, pray, were half a dozen sixth formers doing there?"

"They saved the day. Not only was he prancing around in front of the ladies but he poured hot tea over his willy. The girls heard his shout. It was lucky they had been on that first aid course."

Mrs Todd was somewhat mollified by this farrago.

"I shall commend them for a school initiative award. I don't suppose anyone took any photographs did they. I could send them to the Chronicle. All publicity is good publicity you know."

"I think I saw a couple of mobile phones out. They take very high quality pictures nowadays you know."

"Excellent. Very satisfactory. You may go."

Samantha departed but not without a sly protrusion of the tongue. It was a remarkable sexy gesture. It was all I could do to stop my cock twitching, and given my state of dress that would have been a bit obvious.

"And as for you young man. Tomorrow is your last day with us is it not?"

"Yes Mrs Todd."

"And I will need to write a report for the college on your performance at this school."

"Yes Mrs Todd."

"And do you know what. You are the most pathetic little wimpish worm I've ever had in this school," she was warming up again and even my cock shrank under her beady eye, "don't think that I don't know what happened. You were supposed to be taking detention with those girls weren't you?"

"Yes Mrs Todd."

"And they stripped you naked and stranded you in the art class?"

"Yes Mrs Todd."

"Like I said, a pathetic worm who lets himself be stripped naked by teenage girls."

I was cringing even more under this withering tirade; nude and embarrassed I was totally at her mercy.

"Sorry Mrs Todd."

"Sorry isn't enough. The college is going to hear about this and then you'll be sorry and no mistake."

"Please no. You can't tell the college."

"I'm afraid I have to."

"But I'll be chucked out."

She looked so cross, quivering there in the nude I felt like a little boy of four.

"What else am I to do. This can't go unpunished and you're leaving tomorrow."

"Surely there's some other punishment. Detention perhaps."

"What do you mean 'detention' you're not a schoolchild."

"But... What else is there..."

"Of course. The answer's been staring me in the face all the time. Well not quite in the face perhaps. Turn round."

I did as I was told.

"Bend over the desk."

"What!"

"Do as you're told. As I said. You're not a pupil here. There's no ban as far as you're concerned."

"But...  Please...  Not on the bottom..."

"Why not. It's the obvious answer. Now bend over. I still have stinger in the cupboard. I thought he might come in useful some day."

I thought about running, but where could I go with no clothes on, and I would get chucked out of college and not have a job, so with legs trembling I bent over the desk where many a naughty child had bent in years gone by.

"Six of the best," said Mrs T, "Yes. Six of the best I think."

"Please no! Not on my bare bottom!" I looked round to see Mrs T with a long whippy cane in her hand. This was Stinger.

"Convince me!"

"I'm a good teacher.... Ooooooooooow!"

With a quick swish Stinger had made contact with my bare posterior. He lived up to his name.

"That was so clearly untrue you deserved that. Come on, convince me?"

"I haven't done anything wrong. Ooooooooooooow!"

I hadn't convinced here and Stinger had left another red stripe on my bottom.

"Nothing wrong. You don't call letting girls strip you naked doing nothing wrong! You'll have to do better than that."

"Please! They made me. Ooooooooooooooow! Oooooooooooooooow!"

"That was such a pathetic excuse it deserved two."

My face was red, my bottom was redder and tears were running down my face.

"But they did. Oooooooooooooooooow!"

Remember the last time you had your bare bottom caned. It stung at first didn't it? But by the time it got to the fourth swish your poor little bare cheeks had become so sensitive, so tingling with anticipation that the fifth seemed to set your bottom on fire. My bottom was on fire and there was still one to go. Respite was however at hand. There was a knock on the door.

"Come," said Mrs T, and the door opened to admit Mavis my landlady. I was too embarrassed to move.

"Oh, six of the best," said Mavis, "I thought that was what it would be."

"Oh, hello Mavis," said the cane wielding head, I didn't know they knew each other, "he's had five. Do you think he deserves another one. I'll stop there if you think that's enough."

Here was salvation indeed. Surely Mavis would come to my aid.

"Please Mavis," I implored, "my bottom's...," but I got no further.

"Oh, I think one more," said Mavis, "six is the ideal number. The sixth one pays for all, as they say. There's no real punishment without the sixth. That's the one that really hurts."

"You're right of course," said Mrs T, "he deserves the sixth."

Swish.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!"

I won't describe it. You all know what it's like. It's the one that really hurts.

"Excellent," said Mrs T, "that's done me a power of good! And you too young man. That will be an important lesson learned. Top marks in your report to the college. I trust you're really grateful."

"Oh, er, yes..."

"I said I trust you're really grateful."

She flexed the cane and looked at me.

"Sorry. Thank you for caning me Mrs Todd and teaching me an important lesson."

"See, I told you they always thank me afterwards Mavis. Fancy a quick one before you go?"

"Don't mind if I do. You know my tipple."

Mrs Todd extracted a single malt from her desk.

"You go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head. No rubbing your bottom. That's a reminder of your misdeeds."

"Yes Mrs Todd."

I heard them clink their glasses and down their whiskey as I stood in the corner bottom and face burning.

"Come on young man. We're going home," Mavis was looking more than merry.

"But what about my clothes."

"Oh, never mind them. There's plenty more back at the house."

"But I can't go back in the nude."

"Can't see why not," Mavis was merry and I couldn't see any option. Fortunately evening classes were over and the school seemed deserted. We set off down the corridor, me scurrying behind Mavis looking round nervously. I had a right to be nervous, as we rounded a corner there standing in front of us were Sharon and the girls from my detention group. The girls who had stripped me naked with the promise of letting me go home.

"Take no notice" said Mavis as she marched past, but of course as I scurried past my red striped bottom came into view.

The girls fell about laughing.

"Sir's had his bottom caned. Sir's had his bottom caned!"

My face glowed with shame. I still had one day to go. It would be all round the school in the morning. Teacher had been caned.

I sat down gingerly in Mavis's car. I was nude, my bottom was sore, but at least I'd soon be home. And there was only one more day to get through. Mavis crashed the gears and we set off home.

The New Secretary

I was happy in my new job. Fancy being a senior executive with my own secretary, or personal assistant as she preferred to be called; and Molly was a good looking girl, in her mid-twenties with a strong and, I had to admit it, rather sexy personality.

If she had a fault though it was a tendency to dash off at precisely 4.29 to go to the hairdressers, the gym or wherever girls spent their time these days. I never knew. And when she dashed off she invariably failed to log off her computer properly. Didn't she know the security rules! I sighed yet again and went to log off for her. The computer was even open at her e-mail in-box. I would never have opened one of her mails, but I couldn't help noticing that the latest one was titled 'Man of the Month'. Was this some new monthly company award I'd never heard of? I decided to tackle Molly about it the next day when I told her off yet again for leaving her computer on.

'And what's this Man of the Month thing I've never heard of?' I asked her next morning, 'some kind of monthly award?'

Molly burst out laughing.

'In a manner of speaking you could say that. If you promise, promise, promise not to let anyone know I've let you in on the secret, I'll forward it on to you'.

'I promise', I said, how could I do otherwise I was so intrigued.

Molly pressed the key to forward it.

'And don't open it till I've gone' she added.

I couldn't wait until 4.29 when Molly with a knowing grin departed leaving me to open the e-mail. It consisted of a single attachment and it was circulated to all the secretaries in the office. The attachment was labelled 'My Man' and was sent by Trixie, one of the young secretaries in the Finance Department. I opened it up and gasped. It was headed by a large full frontal picture of a naked man captioned 'My BF' and it was accompanied by a little story about him, his manly attributes and Trixie that left little to the imagination.

I tackled Molly about it the next day.

'Oh', she said, evidently embarrassed at having sent it at all, 'it's a little thing the girls do. A bit of fun you know, every month we take it in turns to circulate a picture of a man and a story about him. He doesn't have to be in the nuddy she added, but somehow it's got so he usually is. You know what girls are like'

Somehow I decided I didn't really know what girls were like.

'And what do the boyfriends, husbands or whatever think about it?' I asked.

'Good God, nobody tells them' said Molly, 'and you mustn't let on I've told you about it!'

I, not for the first time, wondered at the double standards between men and women. If men had circulated pictures like that they'd have been sacked for misuse of the e-mail system. But even the MD's hallowed PA's name was on the circulation list!

It never occurred to me that Molly had just had an idea who would make a good subject for the next man of the month.

I had to go to Berlin on business. It was not a good trip. The flight was late, so late that I didn't get to the hotel until eleven o'clock. I was so shattered I just tore my clothes off and jumped in the shower. I jumped again when I came out of the shower stark naked, as did the two girls just coming in through the door into my room. They said I was in their room, I said they were in my room. The receptionist arrived apologetic. She said I should not be there, they had given my room away when I hadn't turned up by ten o'clock.

Bloody Molly, I thought, she hadn't confirmed my room for late arrival. I couldn't argue with the receptionist, it was somehow difficult to argue when I was stark naked and everyone was looking at my penis.

Ensconced after much difficulty in his my new hotel I e-mailed an account of my travails to Molly. I didn't like to scold, so I made it humorous, but at the same time pointed out that my room should have been confirmed.

Molly it appeared was not in the least abashed.  I received a reply almost immediately asking for an illustrated version! I presumed it was a joke. she wouldn't expect to receive one.

In retrospect I'm not sure why I did it. It just seemed a funny idea at the time, and Molly was such a good sport. I'd show her!  I'd teach her to ask for naughty pictures! I'd download a suitable picture off the internet.  Send her that.  But then I had a thought.  You see I had some pictures of myself in the nude on my laptop. Pictures nobody else knew about. Nude portraits taken by a girl photographer I had once been persuaded to pose for in Paris. I'd answers an advert you see and it had ended up with me being photographed with nothing on.  Sometimes I seem to get taken advantage of.  But I had got the pictures.  I chose a nice one of me. Taken from the rear.  Discreet.  Not showing anything too naughty and I pasted it into the Word document describing my adventure in detail; and of course out of discretion and for decency's sake I put a big black square my bottom. I smiled to myself as I sent it off. She'd never know it was me!  She'd just think it was some picture off the internet! How she'd laugh! But I'd have the last laugh.

Within a few minutes the reply came.  I'd been right she had laughed.  She was still laughing as she explained how easy it was to go into Edit Picture and removed the black squares to restore the picture to its original glory. And there was the original picture showing everything.  She'd seen everything! What a nice bottom you've got, she said.  Yes, very nice. She was a lucky girl. Not many secretaries got to know what their boss's bare bottom looked like. Clearly it was a professional portrait. She was dying to know who had taken it and why. She wondered if there were more. It would make a great 'Man of the Month'.  Should she send it round the girls now?

'No! No!' I e-mailed back.  I was mortified.

'Oh, what a pity,' she replied.  Never mind, she had some more news.  She had been asked to fly to Berlin to bring some important documents out. Would I, she asked, like to hear a story from her about a business trip she had had. Of course I said I would.  Anything to divert attention from that embarrassing picture.

I received the story the next day and started to read it. My God! I stared at the words.

Boss - hotel room - secretary - knocks - no reply - goes in - boss naked - balls - cock - mouth - climax.

I looked in more detail at the final paragraph.

'His balls were big and manly, to tease him I took each one in my mouth in turn and sucked it gently. Then it was the turn of his big, manly cock. My lips closed round it and I took it right in.'

And so it went on. I went hot, cold and sweaty in turns. She was coming out tomorrow. What was I to do? This was as blatant an offer as I could receive.

With some trepidation I met Molly at the hotel the next day.

'Did you enjoy my story?' She asked.

'Er... Yes'

'It was just fiction' said Molly quickly, 'I mean I wasn't suggesting I wanted to do that to you. I mean it's not that I wouldn't enjoy it. I mean I always enjoy doing it. I mean... '. Her voice tailed off. I reassured her he had enjoyed it as a work of fiction.

We went up to Molly's room to go over some documents. Molly opened up her laptop and switched on. I gasped - there on the screen as screen saver was my picture. - minus black squares. I gasped.

'Nice isn't it' said Molly grinning all over her face, 'it was really easy to remove the squares'

'Who took it?' she asked 'tell me the whole story'

I took a deep breath and told the story.  How I had seen an advert from a girl photographer offering to take artistic portraits, and in a moment of, I don't know, vanity I suppose, had gone and had a series of 'artistic and nude' portraits done.  And the others.  The ones she had persuaded me into.  It's hard to resist when you've got no clothes on.

'Well show me the rest of the pictures then' said Molly 'you said you keep them on your laptop'

'Oh, I don't think I should do that' I replied nervously.

'Well in that case who's going to be Man of the Month next month?' said Molly pointing at her screen.

I was in a quandary. She would do it. There was no doubt she would do it. Why had I sent that stupid picture. Well, I could just show her the 'artistic' pictures. She needn't know about the others. The other ones the girl had persuaded me to pose for.  The ones the girl had really wanted.

I plugged my memory stick in her laptop and opened up the file containing the pictures and my naked image sprang up on the screen. I was standing side on to the camera my penis in profile. Molly gasped and I went scarlet with embarrassment. I hadn't meant to show her a penis picture, and I'd forgotten how big my penis looked on that one. And I had forgotten that I had captioned it 'My big cock'.

I moved quickly on to the next picture. My cock looked big in that one too. I had forgotten how much my penis featured in them. That girl photographer had really liked my penis.  I tried to move on through them quickly.

'Hold on' said Molly 'you've got a nice willy. Give me a chance to get a good look at it.'

I blushed even more. I had forgotten how modern girls would talk about cocks as freely as they would talk about hands or feet.

A picture of me sitting came up. It was the first where my balls were clearly visible.

'Oh that's lovely' said Molly 'how sexy. Your balls look really sweet.'

Another profile came up. I winced. I hadn't meant to show that one. It should have been with the 'special' ones.

'Ooh!' Said Molly 'were you getting a bit aroused on that one?'

I was forced to admit I was. The evidence was plain to see.

'I thought so. Your cock's half up' said Molly. She seemed to have a sudden thought.

'Are there any with you - well you know.'

'Know what?'

"You know...  Really aroused..."

Oh no!  There were indeed.  There were 'the special ones'.  The ones the girl had persuaded me to pose for.  The ones where she was...  But I'd better not go into detail.

'No...' I tried to lie. But Molly could tell from my face that there were.

'Oh, and I didn't think you wanted to be Man of the Month', she said.

I realised he was in no position to refuse. Too embarrassed to look myself, I opened up the file of special pictures.

Molly gasped again and looked as if she was about to wet her pants. The picture was a side view and showed me kneeling on a settee completely nude. My cock was clearly visible in profile fully erect.

'Aw that's really sexy' she said ' how did she persuade you to let her take that one?'

'She er...  She..."

'She didn't!  She did, didn't she!'

I moved on through the pictures. Molly was containing herself with some difficulty. Until the final one. I was on my hands and knees, completely nude as ever facing the camera. My erect cock and my balls were clearly visible between my legs. The expression on my face was one of total embarrassment.  Molly could contain herself no longer. She stood up and made for the bathroom.

'Sorry, I've just wet my pants' she said bluntly 'and I've got to go and do something to myself'.

I just fled. The thought of Molly returning minus her knickers was just to scary.

**********^

When I came back from the bathroom he had gone. He'd left in a hurry apparently as he'd left his memory stick still plugged in.  Bloody bosses, I thought, he hadn't even password protected the folder. I copied it onto my laptop.

I opened up the file again. It was a good job I'd taken off my knickers.  And, well, now I had the pictures, all the pictures.  What a position of power I was in. Now I could get the boss to do anything, anything I liked. What, I wondered, should I do?

A few days later I was looking at the picture again.  God, it made me feel so hot; I could feel my knickers getting moist even as I looked. I wriggled on my seat. Who would have thought it of my so staid and reserved boss? And then to send me one of the pictures and leave them unprotected on my laptop so I could copy them! It was unbelievable. How I longed to see the real thing. Of course I had dropped hints. Even asked outright once, but he just seemed to want to act as if the whole thing had never happened. But I was determined. I said to him, “I’ve set my mind on it. And when I set my mind on something I always get it”

************

I tried to forget about the whole stupid incident, but Molly didn’t make it that easy. I'd left my memory stick in her laptop and she had got hold of copies of the pictures and she teased me mercilessly about them.

And she wanted me to strip naked for her, to see me in the flesh she said, it was only fair she said, a reward for keeping quiet about the pictures, for not circulating them round all the girls in the office.

It wasn't blackmail as such.  She wouldn't have called it that.  And this was a much better way to get her way. Tease me with the photographs, she knew I could only stand so much teasing, then I was bound to give way if only to make it stop.  That was why I couldn’t forget about it. Molly kept teasing me.  Her best tease was to have one of the photos up on her computer screen whenever I came over to see her. It sent me into paroxysms of embarrassment and fear. What if somebody should come into the office and see it!

Then I had to go to Paris on a business trip. Molly wanted to go with me; apart from the nice trip away from the office she was sure to be thinking up a plan to get me to reveal all if she could get in a hotel with me for a few days.  She might even have been wanting a few pictures of her own!

So I had said ‘no’, I understood the pressures she would exert while away on a business trip perfectly well.

**********

He'd said I couldn't go with him to Paris, but I wasn’t to be put off so easily. That was why I was looking at the picture. I had it in Photoshop, it was a wonderful thing, Photoshop, you could do almost anything with pictures. Take a figure from one picture and put it in another, and no-one could tell it wasn’t an original. That was what I was completing now, a photomontage using one of th the naked picture of the boss. I put the final finishing touches to it and looked across at him; we shared the same office and had desks facing each other. He looked back, he could tell I had been looking at THE pictures again and he flushed bright red, while pretending not to notice.

I attached the picture to an e-mail, addressed it to him. and sent it winging across the office. I heard the ping as it went into his inbox.

**********

I looked at my new message. Oh no! It was from Molly and it was headed ‘Trip to Paris’. If I'd told her once I'd told her a hundred times. She wasn’t going.

I saw Molly watching as I opened up the attachment and felt a bright red flush pass over my face as I saw the picture that was revealed.

I looked at it in horror. It was a photomontage, but it looked so realistic. It was that  picture of me naked on my hands and knees facing the camera, penis rigid, face like a scared rabbit.  It had been transferred to a picture depicting the inside of the office. I appeared to be kneeling naked on the office floor. Behind me stood Molly leg raised, looking for all the world as if she was about to kick me up the bottom. What made the picture so embarrassing though was that the frightened look on my face was just that of someone about to receive a kick in the balls. A speech bubble came out of Molly’s mouth saying “Am I going to Paris or not?” What a tease! The implication was obvious. If she didn’t get to Paris I was going to get a kick in the balls, metaphorically if not literally. There was a speech bubble coming my Joe’s mouth where I was to fill in his reply. What option did I have? I made the best job of it I could and typed in “Yes, anything!” and sent it back.

Molly looked at the response and smiled; I was flushed bright red and didn’t dare look at her. Molly had her response ready. She sent back her reply.

I saw it come in and opened it up in trepidation; it used the picture of me kneeling taken from the rear. Molly had set up the picture so that he looked as if I was again kneeling naked on the office floor and Molly was standing behind me patting me on my bare bottom. A speech bubble came out of her mouth saying “That’s right, there’s a good little boss”.

I knew I was beaten. Molly was the real boss now. I was going to have to do as I was told.

A week later we arrived at the smart business hotel in Paris and I announced I was going to take a shower before dinner.

“Ooh, can I come and watch”, said Molly.

I fled and locked the door. I thought he heard somebody knocking while I was in the shower but I didn’t dare go and look to see who it was.

************

I'd got him to take me to Paris, but the naughty boy wasn't letting me into his room. Standing outside the door of his room I thought things over. It wasn’t going to be that easy to get him to reveal all. I'd need a careful plan and he was going to need some more softening up.

I started to put her plan into operation the next morning.

**********

I let Molly into my room when I'd got out of the shower and was respectably dressed.

“I know where we’ll go this evening”, she said

I looked at her in some trepidation

“I know a lovely spa on the Grands Boulevards, just the place for a relaxing evening after a hard day’s work. It has sauna, relaxation room, massage, everything you need”

“Massage?” said Joe nervously, “I don’t think I’m quite into that sort of thing”

“Oh it’s quite respectable”, said Molly, “everybody goes there. It’ll do you good”

But I was not to be persuaded. Massage, in a spa, with Molly, it made me very nervous indeed

“I haven’t got a costume”, I said, as if that settled it.

“Costume”, said Molly scathingly, “this is Paris not Chipping Sodbury, you don’t wear a costume here”

I suddenly realised what she was getting at. She wanted me to go to a naked spa and sauna with her. Oh my God!

“No, no! I don’t think so”, I said and tried to change the subject, "Let's find somewhere to eat."

Molly smiled ruefully. She seemed to be hatching some sort of a plan

We met next morning to discuss my talk that afternoon on my favourite topic – Document Writing and Quality Control. It was a subject which I found endlessly fascinating and was sure I could make fascinating for everyone. I had prepared an exciting thirty slide presentation which Molly had put into Powerpoint on her laptop. I was to deliver the lecture at the front of the lecture room while Molly sat with the laptop moving the slides on for me.  Well, it gave her something to do; there wasn’t really any other reason for her to be there.

So there I was practising the routine with Molly, she sat with the laptop while I described the contents of the slide on the screen. I had been talking for about two minutes when the screen suddenly shuddered, the slide went off and the Screensaver appeared. Molly had chosen a very special screensaver. It was another of her montages. Onto a picture of a class in a lecture room she had placed one of the nude pictures of me standing facing the camera, my penis somewhat enlarged and very prominent, so that it looked as if I was lecturing to the assembled class stark naked and somewhat sexually aroused. A speech bubble came out of my mouth. It said, “At least this would make the talk less boring than usual".

"God! What's that?” I shrieked.

"It’s my new screensaver", said Molly

"Well, get rid of it! …Please", he added plaintively. As if that would make any difference.

"Ooh no!” said Molly, "I think it's rather fun. Don't worry; it only comes up if there's no activity on the computer for two minutes. You'll just have to make sure you don't spend more than two minutes on each slide".

Molly smiled.  She knew I'd be on tenterhooks the whole talk. Just where she wanted me.

******

The first people were coming in and he kept anxiously looking at the screen. The course participants had come prepared for a particularly boring afternoon and were particularly intrigued by the way the lecturer kept asking to see a different slide every minute or so.

He started on his talk. The whole thing was a nightmare. He kept rushing on the slides because he was terrified of leaving the same one on the screen too long. Then he'd have to go back to one that he hadn't finished.

I had never attended such a fun lecture. He seemed to be losing track of time as he was leaving the slides up far too long.

I could stop the screensaver coming up by jiggling the mouse about, and start with I'd jiggle it with about ten seconds to go. But that soon got boring, so I started playing a little game - trying to see how late I'd dare leave it. Five seconds to spare - yes! Three seconds to spare - yes! Did I dare? Leave it to one second. He was on to his last slide. He was overrunning regularly now, growing in confidence as the picture failed to appear. It was now or never! He'd been such a naughty boy I'd just have to give it a go, or I'd never forgive myself. I watched the second hand creep round, five seconds, four, three... I found my heart was actually pumping with then excitement, two, one... Go! My hand shot to the mouse, but maybe just a fraction too late. For a split second the members of the class saw a bizarre picture flash up on the screen, then it was gone.

The audience gasped.  I could see what was passing through their minds.  Had they really seen that, was it their imagination?

And as for the naughty boy, he looked at me pleadingly.

"Please", he said, "I can't go through that again. I'll do anything. Anything"

"I take it we're on for the spa then", I said, and he could only nod his head in agreement.

***************^^

I had had agreed to go to the spa with Molly. Anything to avoid another repetition of the events in the lecture. We took the metro, walked over the road and down the stairs to the spa.

“Sauna, steam room, plunge pool, salle de repose and peppermint tea”, read the sign.

Molly handed over the entrance money.

“And a massage for my friend”

"He would like the full body massage?" said the receptionist.

"Of course," said Molly winking. I wasn’t sure that I wanted a massage and I knew it was just another of Molly’s ploys to embarrass me, but I nodded.  She was boss now.

We were handed a towelling robe each, a towel and a pair of rubber flip-flops. We must wear the flip-flops at all times, we were warned, otherwise we'd find the floor was very slippery. We would be in trouble if we didn't wear them.  We were shown the way to the changing room.

It was a communal single sex changing room. Oh my God! We weren’t going to have to strip naked in front of each other.  I could think of nothing worse. It had been one thing stripping naked for the girl photographer. That had been embarrassing enough, but I knew I would never see her again, so it had been bearable. But stripping naked in front of Molly, a girl I worked with every day, it would mean a daily embarrassment for me. And then to have Molly strip naked in front of me!  Was that what she wanted?  She, however, had no intention of stripping off in front of me. There was a single private changing cubicle and she dived in there and came out five minutes later, carrying her clothes and demurely wearing her towelling robe.

******^^^^^^

I had hoped that he might start stripping off out in the changing room, as most people did, but no such luck. To my disappointment he took the opportunity to dive in the changing room after me and soon we had put their clothes in a locker and made our way into the Salle de Repose. Never mind, there was plenty of time yet.

***********

The salle de repose was a large room with oriental murals on the walls. Round the sides were lounger beds for relaxing on, and up the far end reached by a set of stone steps and situated in a sort of grotto was a cold plunge pool for the relaxation of guests after a hot sauna.

A tall rather muscular looking girl of Middle Eastern origin came into the room and said something unrecognisable in rapid heavily accented French. She went out again.

A woman lounging on one of the rest beds called over.

“Elle cherche sa prochaine victime”

“She’s looking for her next victim!” I thought, that sounded a bit daunting. Then it occurred to me that this young lady was the masseuse and that she was looking for “une victime” – presumably her next female client. Then it dawned on me that “victime” is feminine in French regardless of the sex of the person concerned and that she was looking for me. I was to be the next victim.

I looked at Molly, made a face and went after the masseuse. The masseuse was an impressive looking woman of few words and led me through to the massage table which bizarrely was in a partitioned area at the end of the communal changing room. The door was wedged open.

“Le peignoir là” she pointed to a peg on the wall where I was to hang my robe, “et la tete là” she pointed to the end of the bed where my head was to go.

She was the sort of woman you didn't argue with.  Faced with such authority I had little choice but to do as she said. I took off the robe and lay face down on the bed. I was not used to lying naked on a bed with a young lady standing over me and I started to flush with embarrassment.

The muscular young lady then poured hot oil on my back and started kneading. And I started to relax. She was good, very good. Very strong hands.

But at no point did she make any effort to close the door. Whether this was because she was claustrophobic, or to make sure there were no accusations of hanky-panky I don’t know. So everybody that came into the changing room could peek in. I was acutely conscious of people moving around in the changing room, of footsteps approaching the door, of the door opening and somebody coming. Oh my God, I looked round, it was Molly.

*********

This had been my little plan, get him naked on the massage table, and then come to have a good look. He was stuck there with no clothes on unable to escape.

I had come with Him, as far as the masseuse was concerned I was his partner, somebody who had a right to be there.

I could see him cringe as I watched that cute little bare bottom being slapped.  He was completely naked, completely vulnerable, his face bright red.

“Tournez” said the masseuse slapping his bottom – indicating that he should turn face up.

I could see the horror on his face as he realised that he was going to have to turn over and show me his penis. I was going to see his penis, live, in the flesh, close up and there was nothing he could do about it. I had manipulated the situation again, and I was going to get a grandstand view. Reluctantly and as nonchalantly as he could manage he turned over. He looked at his cock. The masseuse looked at his cock. I looked at his cock. He flushed bright red; it was big and it was fully erect.

The masseuse looked at me and smiled. I knew just what the masseuse was thinking – nice big, powerful cock, lucky girl! And as for the poor naked victim, he looked as if the floor would open up and swallow him he was so embarrassed. I just gaped. This was it. I'd done it! I had the boss lying stark naked in front of me showing me his cock. I looked at his cock again. It was lovely, just the right size, and showing off his balls. Rather flushed I could feel the moisture between my legs suddenly intensify, the urge to see to myself grew uncontrollable, and with a sudden, “Excuse me!” I rushed out. Now that I had seen it for real I knew I had to have that cock.

**********

Oh no!  Molly had seen my penis.  And in that state!  She'd been so embarrassed she'd run away.  How would I ever live it down! I regained my robe and crept out. I looked round. She was nowhere to be seen. I was so embarrassed at the possibility of seeing her again that I tried to think of somewhere to hide. In the sauna! That was it. It was compulsory to be naked in the sauna and I somehow knew that Molly had no intention of getting naked.

I crept through to the sauna suite. There was a shower room at the entrance to the sauna to shower the oil off before going in. I slipped off his robe and jumped under the shower. The shower was open, just a shower head on the wall - no cubicles or anything. I turned the water on. It was freezing cold and I let out a little shriek of surprise.

********

A little less flushed after my time on my own, I had been looking for him without success, but when I heard the little shriek I knew who it was at once. I went into the shower room and caught him showering naked, and this time I did get to watch. I had caught him in the process of soaping his his naughty bits just as I came in. There was nothing he could do about it, I was watching him showering naked and he just had to get on with it, rubbing the soap carefully into his penis. At least I think that's what he was doing. The sight so affected me that I felt the urge for a further moment of privacy and dashed out again.

***********

Things had just got even worse.  She'd caught me playing with my willy in the shower. What was I doing? She'd run off again. Taking advantage of her absence I dashed into the sauna.

I sat down in the sauna, it was hot, and I'd forgotten to bring my towel so the wooden slats of the seats felt hot on my bottom. I breathed deeply. I was safe for the moment. I waited five or ten minutes and then a man and a woman came in, flung down their towels and sat opposite me.  The woman seemed to want to get the hot air flowing over her private parts as she opened her legs nice and wide. The seat at the other side was higher up than at my side so that my eyes were on a level with, well with everything. I didn’t quite know where to look. It seemed to be rude to look straight ahead, but on the other hand it seemed a bit obvious to look everywhere except straight ahead. In the end the only option seemed to be to go and leave them alone. I had a sneaking suspicion that had been the object of the exercise in the first place.

I went back into the shower room to reclaim my robe. It wasn’t there. There wasn’t any robe or towel there; the other couple must have come through just wearing their towels. Had somebody taken it by mistake or had Molly taken it not by mistake. I rather suspected the latter. There was nothing for it in any case but to try to sneak back to the changing room and grab another one. I looked carefully out the door and started to pad softly through the empty Salle de Repose, I was half way across when I heard voices, including Molly’s coming from the opposite direction. At the end of the salle de repose there was a large cold plunge pool, mounted on some stone steps. It seemed to me to be a place of safety in my current naked state and I ran up the steps and leapt into the pool. I let out a little shriek.  It was freezing!  But I'd got in just in time, for Molly came striding into the room carrying my robe followed by the muscular masseuse carrying the urn of peppermint tea. Molly waved to me. I waved sheepishly back. She wasn’t going to come and bring me my robe, and somehow I didn’t like to ask her for it. What was I to do? I was already getting cold in the plunge pool but more people were coming into the room to partake of the tea and I was embarrassed at the idea of suddenly emerging Venus like stark naked from the pool. But there was nothing for it. It was that or freeze to death. I decided to make a dash for it. I leapt out of the bath and on to the top stone step. Somewhere during the evening I had forgotten the warning about the rubber flip-flops and the slippery floor. Wherever my flip-flops were, they weren’t on my feet now. As soon as I put my foot on the ground it went sliding from under me and I felt my bare balls bouncing on each step in turn as I descended the steps to the bottom.

The masseuse rushed over and helped me to my feet.

**********

The poor boy had tried to make a dash for it down the steps from the plunge pool and literally gone arse over tip.  I saw his swinging balls smack against the steps.  Oh dear!  The Masseuse rushed over.

“Lie down on the bed”, she ordered while she took the opportunity to look him over. His balls had whacked against the hard stone and I was sure they’d be black and blue. I looked round. The people in the room had gathered round to witness the examination of his balls. But when we looked down there what we saw made it difficult to keep a straight face. He had been in the cold water for fifteen minutes. His balls had gone all wrinkly and his lovely big cock had shrivelled to a rather unimpressive size.

He looked up at us.

“Well the water was cold”, was all he managed to say.

“Never mind I got a great picture," I said, holding up the my mobile phone.  I’ll make sure that I explain to the girls that you shrunk in the wash."

The masseuse started to chastise him for not wearing his sandals, and his cock seemed to shrink even further under her withering diatribe.

As I looked down at him lying naked in front of me I felt myself naked under my robe, and as I looked at his cock I felt my nipples harden again and rub against the rough towelling cloth, I felt the moisture between my legs. Oh My God! I would have to go and get relief.

I left him lying there, the masseuse firmly massaging his bruised balls wondering where I had dashed off to again. I was sitting in a cubicle, legs apart, seeing to myself with 'intense satisfaction. I wondered why it was so intensely arousing, seeing the boss naked. Then I realised, it wasn’t just that I had seen him naked, though that was arousing enough, it was that I had made him do it. He really, really hadn’t wanted to do it, and I had made him. It was this sense of power that was so aphrodisiacal, the knowledge that I could make him do what I wanted. I gasped with satisfaction. That was good, and there was more still to be had. I still had the pictures and I now I had the power.  Now I had to have his cock.  His big, broad, powerful cock.  I could put his cock to whatever use I wanted.  My cunt throbbed.  I knew exactly what use I was going to put it to.