Pink Ear Day

I don’t know if your place of work has them.  A ridiculous one day a year when everyone has to do something embarrassing for charity, usually to coincide with some local or national 'do something stupid for charity' day.  Well ours did.  At least we did last year.  Whether it will be repeated - well we'll just have to see.

I work in a little village.  We provide on-line computer services.  Sounds clever and technical doesn’t it.  In reality most of it is just typing documents and data entry.  The girls do the typing and data entry, well girls can do that sort of thing, I'm more technical really.  There's four of them and one of me and the office is in a sort of converted barn thing on the outskirts of the village.

The girls?  What are they like you're asking.  The usual mixed bunch I suppose.  There’s Marilyn, the blowsy blonde with the big tits and the short skirt, then there's Tracey - smaller tits than Marilyn and always making the sort of comments that might be described as sexy banter, there's Monica the girl in charge - rather bossy with short hair and a tendency to stand with her hands on her hips and give me orders, and finally Lisa - short, dark, and shy.

Well, it started as a typical day.  I was a few minutes late for work.

"Good afternoon," says Monica, hands on hips in a sarcastic voice, "nice to have the pleasure of your company."

"I er...  slept in," I admitted blushing, cowed by Monica into telling the truth.

"We'll 'ave to make sure we get you up in the mornings won’t we," says Tracey, "'ere, Marilyn, stick your tits out, that'll get 'im up in no time."

"He don't need my tits for that," said Marilyn, "Monica's given 'im a stiff talking to, that always gets 'im up."

So you see what I mean by banter.  Allusions to my cock going up when I was told off was a running joke.  The trouble was it was true and the girls knew it.  They could sense these things.  I blushed redder than ever and tried to disguise the fact that my cock had gone vertical.

"Come on girls," admonished Monica, "stop teasing the poor boy.  He can’t help his...  well...  natural reactions."

The girls burst out laughing.

"What are we going to do for Pink Ear Day," announced Lisa, "it’s a very good cause you know."

"What’s Pink Ear Day?"

"Organised by the WI, you know - The Women's Institute, in aid of charity.  They've had to abandon the naked calendar this year.  After the debacle with Victoria Bosomworth."

"Victoria Bosomworth?  Who on earth is she and what debacle, and for that matter what naked calendar?"

"You must know Victoria Bosomworth!"  Lisa seemed somewhat surprised that I didn’t.  "She's president of the WI.  She organises this calendar, in aid of charity."

"But who is naked?"

"The WI ladies of course.  Well they might be naked but there's strategically placed fruit to hide the naughty bits.  Or at least there's supposed to be."

"Fruit?  Why fruit?  And why only supposed to be?"

"Victoria's idea for this year.  A fruit themed nude calendar.  Victoria was supposed to be posing for July holding two strategically placed Victoria Plums.  She thought it was appropriate, what with her being called Victoria that is.  Anyway the plums weren’t placed strategically enough and when the calendar was printed you could see her...  well her..."

"Her what?"

"Here, see for yourself.  I’ve got a copy."

I stared at the picture.  I could see why Victoria Bosomworth had such a problem placing the plums."

"Oh gosh.  I see.  Well, she has got rather big...  Well you know what I mean..."

"Tits," said Marilyn,

"I was going to say she was aptly named.  Rather big bosoms.  It’s fortunate she's standing behind a bowl of fruit.  She'd need another hand to cover her...  her..."

"Modesty?"

"Well yes."

"Don't worry.  Victoria always brings a big bowl specifically.  Anyway she was furious with Alison Twitch as takes the photos and refused to let it go out."

"Couldn’t they just do it again."

"Victoria refused.  Didn’t want to risk a second humiliation, and there weren’t any other volunteers."

"So Pink Ear Day replaces the calendar.  What on earth is it?"

Pink Ear Day!  Lisa explained the concept.  It was exactly one of those charity money raising days that sent me into fits of embarrassment.  The idea was that people would sponsor. you to do things that were so embarrassing they would make your ears turn pink.  That was Victoria's bright idea.  I can’t remember what it was in aid of, whatever it was it was very worthy or Tracey wouldn’t have made the suggestion she made.

"What!" I said.

"What indeed," said Monica in that tone of voice which meant that she expected everyone to take part.

Then came Tracey's suggestion.

"I say we all write out an embarrassing challenge, we put them in a hat.  We all draw one out.  Then we have to do whatever we draw out."

"How does that raise money?"

"I'll get the sponsors if the challenges are good enough," announced Monica.

"That’s agreed then," said Tracey, tearing off some notelets from her pad, "Write your challenge on these and we'll put them in the hat."

I had no idea what to put.  I’m no good at that sort of thing.  The girls were all scribbling.

"What sort of thing?" I asked, "I don’t know what to put."

"Useless as ever," said Monica.

"Oh," said Tracey, "there’s lots of things.  Have a bucket of iced water poured over your head.  Sit in a bath of baked beans.  Walk from here to Little Sodding in scarlet underwear.  Lots of things."

Little Sodding was the village, a couple of miles away.  I didn’t think much of baked beans, far too messy, but my cock was still up and the thought of Marilyn walking to Little Sodding in scarlet underwear was too much for me.  I scribbled something out and into the hat it went.

"Right," said Monica, "you draw first Lisa.  Lisa drew out a challenge.

"The ice bucket," she murmured.  She didn't look thrilled at the idea.  "In a bikini," she added "I’m going to be so embarrassed!"

"That’s the idea," said Tracey, "Come on.  Your turn," looking at me.

I pulled out a piece of paper.

"Here, I'll read it," said Tracey, "oh gosh!  Somebody’s actually put it in."

"What!"

"The underwear challenge 'Walk to Little Sodding wearing a pair of scarlet knickers'.  That’s what it says.  Who put that in.  It wasn’t you was it?" Looking at me.  "You didn’t fancy making one of us girls walk all the way to Little Sodding in our knickers did you?" Of course it was me, but I didn’t dare own up to it.

"We'll have to lend you a pair of knickers," I suppose," said Monica, "you will do it I suppose."  She spoke in the tone of voice that made my cock go even harder.

"Yes Monica," I said.  I always do what Monica tells me when the order goes to my cock.

"All the way there in nothing but a pair of knickers.  That’s a stiff challenge."

"But...  I mean..  it doesn’t say just a pair of knickers...  I didn’t mean..." I hadn’t meant wearing nothing but a pair of panties, I'd meant scarlet panties under a skirt or something.  Marilyn reputedly wore red knickers, I had just been hoping she might flash them, but I hadn't owned up to putting the challenge in so I couldn’t say so, "I..."

"I think he's up for it," said Tracey.

"Yes," said Marilyn, "what a challenge to agree to...  he's got a stiff one...  really hard...  yes definitely up for it."

*********

Of course the little twerp had put it in.  His cock was so hard he was bound to once I'd put the idea in his mind.  Then it was only necessary to make sure he picked the right one out.  All the way to Little Sodding in the skimpiest scarlet panties we could find!  That would make his ears burn.  And bring in the money.

********

Sunday.  Pink Ears Day.  And we gathered outside the office to do the challenges.  Quite a little crowd had gathered to watch.  All women.  Monica saw me looking at them.

"I told the ladies at the Women’s Institute how brave you were.  They’ve put a lot of sponsorship money in, they all seemed quite keen to come and watch as well.  After all it is Pink Ears Day, so they have to give you pink ears don’t they?"

The ladies of the WI were quite daunting.  Last year's nude calendar hadn't left much to the imagination.

Lisa, red faced in her bikini, get doused with iced water.  The other challenges were less daunting, none of them seemed to involve taking any clothes off,  then it came to my turn. 

"Time to put your knickers on," said Monica, "there’s a lot of sponsorship money riding on this."

"Um...  er...  Yes," I blushed furiously.  Oh dear!  I was going to have to go through with it.  "Where do I get changed."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I have to get undressed somewhere."

"Yes...  here..."

"What?  With everyone watching!"

"You’re not shy are you.  You’d better not be - parading around in those frilly knickers."

"Well, no, but..."

"Oh, very well.  Tracey can hold a towel round you while you change into them.

Monica stood with her hands on her hips.  Oh heck!  It was having an effect on my cock.  I was going to have to do as I was told.

"Yes Monica.  Of course Monica."

I always did what Monica said when the orders went to my cock.

I took off my shirt and my shoes and socks.  Tracey held a towel round while I took off my trousers and underpants.

"And here's your panties."

"But..."

"But what?"

"They’re...  they’re..."  They were tiny.  Bright red and silky.  "They’ll not... not..."

"Not cover much?.  I think that’s the whole point.  They’re supposed to embarrass you."

"It’s...  well...  I can’t..  I really can’t... it’s almost not worth wearing them."

"Ah," said Monica, "I was going to come to that.  You know how important raising this money is?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well.  We’ve got nearly five hundred pounds sponsorship for this challenge.  And Victoria has said if you do it without the knickers she'll double the contribution."

"What do you mean 'without the knickers'? Wearing something else?"

"No, of course not.  That wouldn’t be a challenge.  I mean wearing nothing at all."

"You mean in the...  in the..  nude..."

"Precisely.  One thousand pounds towards the cause if you do it in the nude."

"But...  I mean people don’t do things in the nude for charity."

"Of course they do.  What about the naked bike ride.  It’s an annual event."

"But...  But...  it’s not legal."

"Constable Perkins says there’s no problem as long as you don’t walk all the way along the public road.  Tracey, why don’t you just remove the towel."

"Yes Monica."

Suddenly the towel was whipped away.  

"No please," I stood there with nothing on as the ladies in the crowd whooped and cheered.  My hands clapped over my privates.

"Oh,  very well," said Monica, "you'll look sweet in the knickers anyway.  She held them out   I grabbed them and balancing on one leg in the nude I tried to pull them on quickly.  My toe caught in the lining tearing it slightly.  I tried hopping to get them untangled, my private parts, now in full view as I pulled on the panties, bouncing and swinging as I bounced up and down on one leg.  The crowd whooped and cheered even more.  That is until I finally got them pulled up, when the cheers turned to boos.

"Which way do I go?"  The knickers were very skimpy.  A simple triangle of red silk covered my privates, but it was little more than a thong.  My bottom was virtually bare.  My face was burning.  I only wanted to get it over with.

"I suggest over the fields, unless you want to make a total spectacle of yourself."

I felt that I’d already done that.   To the resumed cheers of the crowd, I set off across the field.

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

It was a bit mean really, but I could see he was going to back out if he wasn’t given a bit of persuasion.  So we had to put the contingency plan into action.  We'd manoeuvred him into being naked under the towel just in case.  Once we'd exposed him in the nude it gave him the necessary encouragement to put the knickers on.  Mean?  Yes, it was mean, but it was in a good cause.  Anyway, we all wanted to see his willy.

***********

So there I was standing in my red silk knickers and nothing, shaking with embarrassment, and everybody laughing.

"Go on, get going," said Monica, "it’s all in a good cause."

"Yes...  Yes..." and I ran down the hill and through the gate into the next field.  The girls followed on while the ladies of the WI got into their cars and drove off.  Oh heck!  At least they'd gone.

Still I was on my way now.  Then I noticed something.

"What are you doing?"

Marilyn was holding up her mobile phone and pointing it at me.

"Filming the event....  for the WI blog...  we'll get much more money in that way."

"But..."

"But what?  Don’t you want to earn money for the WI charity."

"But you didn’t film...  I mean when..."

"You mean when you accidentally dropped the towel?"

"It wasn't an accident!"

"You mean you dropped it on purpose!  Wanted to give everyone a flash did you?  Well you certainly succeeded.  Yes, it’s all caught on film."

"It’s all right.  Don’t worry.  I'll make sure your willy..."

"Isn’t seen?" I interrupted hopefully.

"No, looks good.  The ladies will be impressed."

And so on I nervously scampered over the fields towards Little Sodding until...  Oh heck!  I looked across the next field.

"Monica!"

"What?"

"There’s a bull in that field.  Can we go some other way?"

"Sorry.  You have to keep to the public footpath.  Don’t be such a scaredy-cat.  It'll not harm you."

"But..."

"Go on.  You're nearly there.  Be quick.We'll wait here till you’re safely across."

I climbed over the style into the field.  Looking at the bull rather than what I was doing the knickers snagged on a nail an ripped some more.

"Go on," said Monica, "we're waiting."

The bull pawed the ground menacingly.

"I think you’d better run," shouted Lisa nervously.

I ran, but the knicker elastic had gone completely and they had dropped round my thighs.

"Run...  run!"

I ran with the knickers round my knees.

"It’s the red panties!" yelled Monica, "they’re enraging the bull!"

"What!"

"Ditch the knickers!" shouted the girls in unison.

They were round my ankles anyway.  I kicked them off and ran towards the gate out of the field.

It wouldn't open.

"Climb over!  Climb over!"

Climb!  I was going to vault it.

Well, girls and boys reading this story, you are going to have to use your imagination.  You see the gate had barbed wire running along the top and I was vaulting it.  Now in the nude.  Completely in the nude.  One leg on one side and one on the other.  And dangling down between them...  where the barbed wire was...  Yes...  you get the picture...

"Oooow!  Help!"

"What?" yelled Monica from the safety of the other field.

"Help!  It's caught on the barbed wire."

"What?"

"It’s caught on the barbed wire!"

"What’s caught on the barbed wire?"

"My...  my... er..."

"Your what?"

"My...  er...  my er...  it's caught.  I daren't move."

The girls burst into howls of laughter.  This was apparently really funny.

"Well I’m not coming to help," shouted Monica, "it’s beyond the call of duty that.  Anyway that bull is demolishing your knickers."

"Don’t worry about the knickers.  I’m stuck!"

"Don’t worry.  I’m coming.  I’ve got the first aid kit."

It was little Lisa, who with little regard for the bull was striding across the field.

"It’s my...  I think it’s..."

"I can see," said Lisa, "it’s his cock!" she shouted back over the field, "we thought you must have snagged your balls," she explained.

"No...  it’s..."

"Your cock.  Yes, I can see that.  Let me just get a hold of it."

Lisa took my penis in her hand.  It went up straightaway.  Well, girls and boys, what do you expect when a pretty young girl strokes your cock. 

"That’s done the trick," she said grinning, "Let’s put a little antiseptic on it."

"Yooooow!"

That took it down straightaway!

"Sorry!  It stings a bit."

"You can leave go if it now."

"No way.  You’re not over the gate yet.  But I'll need to wrap something round your...  your...  well your...  well you know what...  to keep them out the way." 

"Round my what?"

"Well I was trying to be more polite, but round your...  your...  cock and balls..."

Lisa blushed pink at having to say the words and I blushed even redder at not having realised

"Well go on then...". I closed my eyes.  Lisa was squeezing my private parts.

Suddenly there was a big shout from ahead.

"Come on...  come on!"

.The other girls had run round the field to avoid the bull and were waving at us.

"Come on..." shouted Monica, "they’re waiting."

Waiting for what?  I didn’t have a chance to ask.  Monica had given me an order and if I didn’t want my penis going vertical again in full view of all the girls I was going to have to do as I was told.

I ran up the hill across the field towards them.  I was nearly into the village.  Only a couple of hundred yards and my ordeal was over.

"Come on," said Monica, "they’re waiting."

"Who's waiting."

"The WI ladies of course, and the welcoming committee."

"Welcoming committee!"

"Of course.  You’re by far the biggest fund raiser.  They’re really delighted to see you do it.  Victoria Bosomworth is going to welcome you personally."

"But I’ve got nothing on."

"I think that will make them even more delighted."

We climbed over the last style and walked along the road into the village.

"I don’t think there’s any point trying to surreptitiously hide your willy.  Everyone’s seen it already when you dropped the towel accidentally on purpose."

"I didn’t drop it.  Tracey..."

"Yeah...  yeah..."

She got no further.  We were into the village.  The ladies of the WI were clapping politely.  Victoria Bosomworth stood on a bench on the Village Green.  She was obviously going to make the most of this.  I crept on to,the green, shaking with embarrassment from head to foot, my face burning, trying not to think that everyone in the village and the WI could see me in the nude.

Victoria pulled me onto the bench beside her, making sure everyone had a really good view.

"Welcome," she said, "to our Pink Ear Day champion.  And I must say he has the pinkest ears I’ve ever seen.  Indeed he seems to be blushing all over.  Not surprising as he has completed the challenge wearing absolutely nothing.  A really brave Pink Ear challenge that has doubled the sponsorship money.

A big cheer went up and I turned even pinker.  

"Well, I say absolutely nothing, but in tribute to the day he's tied a pink ribbon round his..  round his...  Well you can see where."

Round my...!  I looked down.  I’d forgotten that Lisa had tied something protective round my privates.  In the rush I hadn’t even looked to see what it was.  It was a large pink ribbon tied off with a bow!

"So..." went on Victoria, "as our blushing hero has been so brave.  Can you hold these..."

She held out two purple objects.  Victoria plums.  I took them automatically.

"And smile for the camera...". Flash!  Alison Twitch had taken a picture.  "Ladies!  We have July for this year’s calendar!"

Well, it’s an ill wind that doesn’t have a silver lining.  The WI calendar came out after all.  My picture appeared with the caption "Mr July shows off his plums".  It was right.  The fruit had not been placed strategically, my plums were shown off to perfection.  They even had a pink ribbon round them.  But best of all, for her challenge Marilyn was on the front cover.  In her scarlet knickers.  

A Nice Bottom

I walked into the hotel lounge brooding. I'm a feisty little thing and I had had a bad day. Business trips always irritate me.  I was in a bad mood; and only one thing cheers me up when I am in a bad mood. Administering a good spanking to a nice bare bottom. Nothing cheers up a girl, I think, like the sight of a bare bottom presented for spanking. I am a girl; I was in a bad mood; and I wanted a bare bottom to spank. A nice cock and a pair of nice firm round balls would be nice too, but what I mainly wanted was a bare bottom; and what I want I tend to get.

I stood with my hands on my hips looking round me. I wanted a new bottom, one I hadn't spanked before. Where was I to get one? Possessors of cocks were everywhere. They would all have bottoms. I wanted one so badly it was hard to stop myself from pulling down the pants of the nearest, putting him over my knee and spanking him there and then. But no, I'd have to be more subtle than that. It was difficult to know who to go for first; to know who to target. I looked round the lounge; it would be a good hunting ground. There were a few targets inside, sitting on their own. I went up to the first table where a good looking one was sitting. 

“Do you have a nice bottom?” I asked. I was nothing if not direct.  He looked at me alarmed, said “excuse me” and hurried off. I shrugged; a few failures were to be expected. But ten minutes and four further failures later I was beginning to despair. Then I spied my next target. Yes! His eyes were looking fixedly at his tablet.  He shut it quickly when he saw me looking at him.  Looking guilty.  He must have been looking at something naughty. This was the one that was going to succeed. And he deserved all he was going to get. 

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

I was feeling nervous. The girl over the other side of the room kept looking at me.  I'd seen her approach other men and ask them something and somehow I knew it would be my turn next. I didn’t know how to manage that kind of girl - the self confident, slightly bossy sort. They always ended up getting their own way somehow. This one was small, dark, slim and wearing a thigh length mini-skirt and calf length boots. Her face was pretty, rather than beautiful and her eyes flashed as she talked. I shifted nervously in my seat. She was coming over. I quickly snapped my tablet shut guiltily.  I’d been watching one of those videos.  You know the ones  - kittens playing with balls of wool - what an idiot she'd think if she saw that.  She sat down in the seat next to me and smiled. I smiled back. It was the polite thing to do. I was in the corner seat against the wall and I felt a bit trapped. 

“Hi” she said 

“Hi” I replied 

“If I ask you a question, will you give me a straight answer”, she went on. 

I shifted nervously. What was she going to ask?

“Of course”, I replied. What else could I have said? Any other answer would have sounded churlish. I"ll do just to avoid appearing impolite or to avoid any sort of a scene. 

"It’s rather a rude question, but you’re not a prude are you?"

"Um... er... no..."

"Good, then you will give me a straight answer?"

"Of course."

“Do you have a nice bottom?” she asked 

I felt myself blush scarlet. I'd just known it would be something like that and any mention of anything rude always made me blush. 

“What?”  stammered. 

“Your bottom. You know - your bum. You have a nice one don’t you?” 

“Well... I... I think so...”, I replied in trepidation. 

“Have you ever had it spanked?” 

I blushed even more scarlet than before. I felt trapped. I am the sort who just can't stand up to this kind of bossy girl. I couldn’t make a scene. I didn’t have it in me.  At the same time she had me hemmed in the corner and I couldn’t just push past. I was going to have to answer. I considered lying, but I didn’t have that in me either. I am a terrible liar. 

'I don’t know.   I mean I’ve never..."

"Well, have you or haven’t you?"

“Well I mean er... no”, I said resigned eventually to having to humour the girl. Perhaps she was doing it for a bet or a dare and she’d go away when I answered her. 

"Lots of men like having there bottom spanked."

"Well, I suppose they do.  Yes."

"It’s sexy isn’t it?"

"Well I suppose it is..."

"Would you find it sexy?"

"Well maybe..." if truth be told I did rather.  It must be some sort of survey she was doing.  I’d better tell the truth.

"Would you like to have your bottom spanked"

"I don't know..."

"Think how sexy it would be..."

"Well, I suppose yes.."

"Your bare bottom..."

"Well...". Oh heck!  It did seem sexy, to have a pretty girl talking about spanking my bare bottom.  I could feel my face going red with embarrassment.

"Would you like me to spank your bottom?"

Oh dear!  What should I say?

"Chance would be a fine thing!"

"Well over my knee and I'll spank it now!"

"You can’t do that here."

I was quite pleased with this response. I thought it was witty, and at the same time it made a point. It seemed to answer the question and get me out of my embarrassment without seeming rude. But too late I realised he had fallen into a trap. 

“Well, come up to my room and I can spank it there.” Her shrill voice penetrated the room again. 

I realised that my comment had been interpreted as agreement to getting spanked somewhere else...

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

I was pleased. I had my victim. All I had to do was reel him in. I grabbed him by the wrist, and calling out to the bemused waitress that I had a spanking to go to I dragged him out. He followed. Of course he did. That’s was why I’d taken such care to embarrass him.  Embarrassment makes people feel sexy, and it makes them submissive.  He was only too glad too leave all those people looking at him behind. Bossy girls always have that effect on shy men. We can always make them do,what we want. I pulled him along the corridor, up some stairs and in through the door of my hotel room. He couldn’t make a scene. I know the sort.  He'd rather strip naked in front of me than make a scene.

“Come on in”, I said, “and get your clothes off”. 

“What!”

“Your clothes. Go on take your clothes off, I can’t spank you with your clothes on!” 

He hesitated, but I had him, he was out of his comfort zone, being bossed about.  Embarrassed and feeling sexy.  He would do as he was told.

***********

“Come on - do as you’re told.  You want to.  You know you do.  You're imagining it now...  in the nude...your bottom bare as you bend over...  the sting as my hand smacks it..., your cock's going hard at the thought," she said hands on hips, "...isn’t it?"

"Yes Miss..." I gulped.

She was right.  I felt my cock twinge at the anticipation of the smack. Yes, I knew I would do as I was told, I just knew. I was the sort who always did what bossy girls told me to do. 

"Go on then.  Shoes and socks off... shirt...  trousers...  and your undies...  pull them down...  right down... Good boy..."

So I took my clothes off one by one.  She'd taken me to her room and made me do it.  Ten minutes ago I’d been having a quiet coffee and now here I was stripping naked for a complete stranger.  I undressed.  the sexy feeling and the embarrassment increasing with my increasing nudity until I stood naked, naked and embarrassed - shaking at the knees, trembling with embarrassment I stood there completely in the nude.  My penis twitching.  It was the embarrassment that did it.  Embarrassment always did that.  I stood there on display, being inspected. How had I got into this mess? I half hoped that she just wanted to look, it would soon be over and I'd be allowed to go. But I really hoped that I would get my bottom spanked.  

***********

I was feeling better. I knew that I had needed a bare bottom. And now I had a bare bottom, and what’s more a naked slave, one that would obey me, and I wanted more. I had got the owner of the bottom stripped and in the nude with ease. And I knew from experience that once men were naked, once they could not hide their nudity, then they would become my toy for as long as I liked. I looked at the victim in front of me.  Slim, boyish; nervous of girls and bossed around by any he met. I could see why was nervous of girls. He combined a shy, easily embarrassed personality with having an embarrassingly big cock. And I'd forced him to show me his cock. And looking at it I liked his cock; it was nicely shaped, and really impressive.  His balls hung well.  Big cocks always looked better with a nice pair of well hung balls. 

It was then that there was a knock on the door.

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

I just stood there too embarrassed to move. 

There was a knock at the door.  She grinned at me.

"Don’t go anywhere now."

"No Miss.". 

She disappeared to answer the door.  What was I doing?  Stripped and submissive I hadn’t been able to resist and now I was at her mercy.

Then she returned, behind her followed a cheeky looking girl with red hair and freckles.  Her mouth dropped open as soon as she saw me.  She looked hard at my private parts.

"What's this?" She gasped.

"This is the bottom I’m going to spank today."

"But...  I mean...  he’s..."

"In the nude...yes..."

"And his...  I mean it’s...  it’s..."

"His cock... yes it is a big one isn’t it?"

"But...  I mean...  why?"

"Because," She said grinning, "because... he's feeling sexy," she turned to me, "Aren't you?"

"Yes Miss..." I said.

"Because...  he wants to be in the nude...  completely nude...  because it makes him feel sexy...  to be nude, to be submissive...

To do as he’s told... doesn’t it

"Yes Miss, Yes Miss.  It does Miss."

"Well Mandy," she addressed the new girl, "what do you think of that?"

"It’s...it’s...."

"It’s what?  Sexy?"

"Yes."

"It’s sexy to obey...  to be submissive... to have your bottom smacked, isn’t it Mandy?"

"Well..." Mandy gulped and I saw her face flush.

"You’d find that sexy wouldn’t you Mandy?  Having your bottom smacked over your tightly stretched white cotton panties."

"I...  er..." Mandy gulped again and turned redder than ever.

"How do you know I’m wearing white cotton panties?"

"I know everything Mandy.  You're imagining your bottom now...  your panties stretched tight over it...  the sting as it feels my hand... your nipples are going hard at the thought..."

Mandy gulped and nodded.

"You want to be submissive...  you want me to order you don’t you..."

Mandy nodded.

"Take your clothes off then."

"Yes Miss," said Mandy.

"Come on then.  Off with your shoes and socks and that pretty dress."

"Yes Miss"

Mandy stood there in bra and panties, her face scarlet with embarrassment.

"That’s right, you're feeling sexy, really sexy...  down to your undies."

And Mandy and I stood there, me completely nude, Mandy in her underwear.  I couldn’t help staring.  Her white knickers were stretched over her ample behind.  They were slightly see through so the outline of her bottom cheeks was visible and the triangle of her pubic hair showed through from the front.  Somehow that was more erotic than if she'd been nude.  The girl surveyed us hands on hips.  She grinned.

"Kneel on the floor," she said to us, "lean forwards, elbows on the settee, feet off the ground..."

We obeyed.  Our bottoms presented for spanking."

"Right," she said, "how many...

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

It had been so easy.  They liked to be submissive, they wanted to be ordered to obey, they found it sexy, all I had to do was stimulate the thought, and there they were, two bottoms for spanking.  It was a stroke of luck Mandy from work, my companion on the stupid trip, turning up just then.  I’d had her marked down as a target for some time.  She wore white cotton panties.  Always a good sign.  I let her keep her undies on.  Couldn’t have her ogled in the nude, that humiliation is reserved for owners of cocks.

I put him in spanking position, on hands and knees, legs apart, balls hanging down.  No only does it keep the bottom muscles tight, presenting a nice firm round bottom  for spanking, having the bottom on display is an additional humiliation.

Time for a little game.  I took out my leather spanking strap. They needed to think they were getting more than just a hand slap.

"How many..." I said, "Mandy.  She looked at me mouth open.

"Six," she gasped.

***********

Mandy asked for six.  Six of the best.  But she had her knickers to protect her.  My bottom was bare.

"How many?" She asked me.

I looked at the strap.  That was going to sting my bare bottom.

"Um...  I... er..."

"Come on..."

"Four," I gasped, "just four I think."

Mandy smiled.

"Just my little game," she said, "I’m in charge.  I decide how many.  And my little game is... the one who asks for the least gets the most.  Four on the knickers.  Eight on the bare behind..."

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

I do so like my little games.  Always double if they ask for too few.  And they can’t object.  Not kneeling there with their feet held up.  Submissive.  Knowing they’re about to be disciplined.  Knowing I make the rules.

"One on the knickers," I said.

Whack!  Right on her panties.  Not with the strap, that was just for show, a bare hand spanking is more fun.

"Ow!" She gave a satisfactory little jump.

"And..." let him wait... a little anticipation always adds to the fun.

***********

Smack...  the sound of the hand smacking Mandy’s bottom was louder than I expected.  Mandy gave a yelp.  Now it was my turn

"And...."

I waited,  one second, two seconds, three, four, five, perhaps she wasn’t...  then...

Swish...

Whack...

"Ow ow ow..." it stung.

"...one on the bottom and..."

Swish...

Whack...

"Ow ow ow..." I yelped.

"...two."

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

I didn’t  spank them hard.  I didn’t need to.  Just a little smack.  Just enough to show them who was boss, make them yelp a little, bring a little flush to their cheeks.  The cheeks of their bottoms that is.  They yelped.  Of course they did.  Their bottoms were hot and sensitive so they yelped, rather loudly by the end, but that was only to be expected.  The object was to inflict a little pain and a lot of humiliation. They had to be taught a lesson.  They had to be taught obedience.  I wasn’t finished with them yet.

**********

"Ow ow ow!"

My bottom was hot and burning and I still had two more to go.

"Last one for Mandy..."

"Yow..." Mandy's eyes watered.

"And last two for..."

"Oooh oooh. Ow!" The tears ran down my face.

"Right stand up....  and don’t rub your bottoms!"

"Yes Miss."

We stood up.

"Who's Boss here?"

"You are Miss."

"And who are my slaves?"

"I am Miss."

"I am Miss."

"Good.  So from now on you obey my commands.  Failure to obey and further discipline will follow.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss."

"Good.  Now go down to the lounge and bring me a latte."

"Yes Miss."

"Well, What are you waiting for?"

"Our clothes Miss," said Mandy.

"You are slaves.  You don’t get clothes..."

"But..." I stammered, "I’m... I'm..."

"You’re what?"

"I’m in the nude."

"Of course you are.  I can see that.  I can see your cock.  Which means I am the boss and you will obey."

"Yes Miss."

"And remember, I have your room keys and your clothes.  You don’t get them back until you bring the coffee.

She opened the door to her flat and we crept out into the corridor.  I looked around horrified.  What was I doing there with no clothes on.

Mandy looked at me and grinned.

"You’ve got a big cock," she said.

"Well...  I er..."

"The girls are going to get a treat..."

"A what?"

"A treat...  the girls in the lounge...  when they see your cock...  girls like big cocks.... at least most of them do."

"I can’t go in the lounge with no clothes on.  You'll have to go."

"In your dreams.  You want your clothes back.  You have to go."

"I can’t go into the lounge like this...  they’ll all see..."

"See what?"

"You know..  my..."

"Your cock?"

"Yes...  I..."

"I can’t see why that’s a problem, but if you’re that shy there’s a room service tray stuck out in the corridor for collection there.  Take the serviette off that.  You can hold it in front of your cock."

"But it’s not big enough..."

"It looks pretty impressive to me..."

"I didn’t mean my...  I didn’t mean my er... you know... penis, I meant the serviette."

"Oh, I thought you were being a bit modest...   I know...  you can wear my knickers..."

"What!"

"I'll take off my knickers.  You put them on.  They’re white cotton, embarrassing, but respectable..."

"Well...  I suppose..."

"That’s agreed then."

"What?"

"Turn round while I take my knickers off."

"Sorry?"

"Turn round, I’m not having you see me with no knickers on am I?"

"Well...  I suppose," I turned round.  It didn’t seem fair.  She'd seen my penis, why shouldn’t I see her...  but I didn’t seem to have an option.

"No turning round when I give them to you mind.  Take them down the corridor and round the corner and put them on there.  I’m not having you peeking."

"All right..." I didn’t seem to have an option.  There was a scuffling noise behind.  Something was thrust in my hand.  I scuttled down the corridor and out of view, terrified that I’d meet someone on the way.

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

It had been fun, smacking the bottoms, and now it was time for another game.  I sent them both off on a little task together.  It was an experiment in interpersonal dynamics.  To get their clothes back one or other would have to go into the lounge and bring back a coffee.  One of them would make the other one do it.  One would come out dominant and one submissive.  My money was on Mandy.  She was the one with some clothes.  The one in the nude is always at a disadvantage.  There was a knock at the door.  I peeked through the spy hole.  Mandy was standing there grinning.  I opened up.

"Good girl," I said.

***********

Thank goodness the corridor was still empty.  I was trembling with embarrassment at the thought that someone would appear.  I started to put the knickers on but...  oh no...  in my hand was not a pair of knickers but the serviette off the tray.  I’d been tricked.  I had no clothes on and only the serviette for protection.  I could perhaps have gone to the front desk to try and get a duplicate key.  But it would be busy there...  I couldn’t do it...  not in the nude with just a serviette for protection.  The lounge might be empty by now.  It seemed the best option.  I ran to the emergency stairs and crept down them terrified of meeting someone.  They opened out opposite the lounge.  I peered out.  The coast was clear.  Everyone must be at dinner.  Perhaps the lounge would be empty.  Holding the serviette in front of me I scurried across and through the door.

It wasn’t empty.  Across the room were three young women playing bridge.  They looked round and their eyes opened wide.

"Er...  good evening..." I stammered.  To preserve my modesty I was holding the serviette in front of my privates like an apron.

"Good evening," grinned a rather busty blonde haired girl, "some sort of a dare is it?"

"Something like that," I said, "I have to get a coffee."

"You’d better ring the bell then."

"Yes...  I..." I rang the bell, and stood there blushing furiously while the girls resumed their game.  A waitress appeared, smartly dressed in a black dress and white apron.  Her eyes opened wide.

"Ooh la la," she said.  She sounded French.

"A latte please," I stammered, "to take up to my room."

"Certainly Sir," she grinned, and disappeared.

The blonde girl looked at me and smiled, "Don’t look so much like a frightened rabbit," she said, "I presume you’ve nothing on behind that rather inadequate protection.

I shook my head, my face burning with embarrassment.  She stood up.

"I’m dummy," she said, "that means I don’t play this hand."

"Yes, I know."

"I'll get a book from the bookshelf."

The bookshelf was behind me.  I knew she was doing it deliberately.  I had to keep hiding my penis so she'd have a full view of me in the nude from behind.  She knew it.  I knew it.  And there was nothing I could do about it.  She walked past to the bookcase.  I turned to face her giving the girls at the card table the rear view.  Perhaps they’d be to involved in their game to notice.  An audible gasp indicated that they weren’t.

"Could you do me a favour.  Get that book down for me.  I can’t reach the top shelf.  The big cookery book there."

She'd done it deliberately.  She knew I couldn’t look churlish and refuse, but I’d have to drop one hand from my protective apron.

"Yes...  um... of course," I said.

I reached up, holding the bunched up serviette to hide my penis as best I could.  I glanced back at the girls at the card table.  The game had stopped and they were staring open mouthed at the completely nude rear view as I reached up on tiptoes to get the book down.  It was a mistake, glancing back, the book slipped out my hand and started to fall towards my head.  Instinctively I dropped the serviette and put up my hands for protection.

"Your coffee Sir."

I spun round.  The waitress was standing with a glass containing the latte on a tray.  I was completely nude.  Full frontal.  Penis on display.

"Sacre bleu!" shrieked the waitress, "how big is that!"  and she dropped the tray on the floor with a loud bang that seemed to resound through the whole hotel.

I turned and ran.  I forgot about the emergency stairs.  I ran into the front lobby, past a group of startled schoolgirls, over to the main stairs.  I could feel my penis swinging, my balls bouncing, as I ran up the main staircase in full view of everyone, completely nude.  And as I did so, the grins turned to giggles, the giggles to laughs, and as I finally disappeared from sight the howls of mirth could be heard throughout the hotel.  I ran back to the room and sanctuary.

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

Mandy and I were chatting.  I was on the seat and Mandy was standing obediently like a good little slave.  She had no clothes on.  Well, she hadn’t brought back a coffee had she, so she deserved a little extra punishment.

"If he brings back the coffee you can both get dressed and go," I said.

"But...  Miss...  what if he doesn’t."

"Well, at least he tried, so you can give him a little treat."

"Treat?"

"Yes, he's got no clothes on, he'll enjoy a little treat."

"You mean..." and she made a motion with her hand.

"That’s right.  You give him a wank.  Your punishment.  His treat.  Now order that champagne.  I feel in a good mood."

"Yes Miss," she picked up the phone and asked for room service.

Suddenly the sound of howls of laughter could be heard from downstairs.  I opened the door to see what was happening.  A naked figure was running down the corridor, cock windmilling, balls bouncing.  The reason for the laughter was evident.

***********

As I approached the room the door opened and the girl peered out.  Thankfully I ran in and stopped short.  Mandy was standing there starkers.  My eyes went automatically to her right breast, her left breast, her...  oh my gosh...  I just got a glimpse of it before she put one arm across her chest and the other over her...  Well you know where I mean.

"Well, you’ve made an impression there Mandy," said the girl and she glanced at my penis.  The sight of Mandy with no clothes on had been too much for me.  It was vertical.

"Ready for a treat I think..."

"Yes Miss," said Mandy, and comes over to me flexing her hand.  Her wanking hand.

Oh my gosh!  I’d lived a sheltered life. Mandy, on the other hand... well with both hands at times...

Oh my gosh...  oh... oh...  I can feel my balls starting to contract, my penis starting to throb...  oh... oh...

"You ordered champagne," the French waitress is standing in the doorway carrying a tray with a bottle and glasses..

Oh... oh..  ooooooh!

Mandy takes her hand away and....

Waaaaaaaaaah!

I fire with both barrels just as the tray clattered to the floor and the waitress stands there open mouthed.  She should perhaps have kept it closed.  My aim is too good.