Sunday, 28 April 2019

Try Out

"Ding ding ding ding..."

I hastily pulled my phone out my pocket and looked at the number.  Nobody I knew.  I touched the answer button.

"Yes?"

"Good news!  You've won!"

Oh no!  Another of those scam calls.

"Sorry...  I...  er..."

I never know how to end those things without sounding rude.

"You won..."

"Won what."

"The competition you entered."

"What competition?"  I never enter any competitions.

"On watchhernaked.com..."

Oh my gosh!  I turned bright red at the thought.  I’d been tempted to look at the site.  You know the sort.  Naked girls cavorting.  Well you do get tempted don’t you.  And there’d been this little survey - 'Attitudes to Adult Entertainment ' it had said, and it asked a lot of questions.  Well I’m a sucker for that sort of thing.  I filled in all the answers.  There were questions like 'What's your attitude to Nude Entertainment Videos' (that’s what they called them - Nude Entertainment Videos), 'What's your body type' (you had to choose from a series of pictures), 'Are you proud of your penis' (well I wasn’t going to say no to that), how big is your penis (slight exaggeration there)! and finally 'Would you like to assist at one of our Nude Entertainment Videos (of course I said yes - who wouldn't).

"Competition?  I mean...  I..." I gulped.  I’d had to register and sign up for the site, give my phone number, but...  well this was rather embarrassing.

"You completed the survey competition..."

"I didn’t realise it was a competition..."

"Well it was... and you won."

"Yes...  But..."

"And you ticked the box giving us permission to contact you..."

Well of course I’d ticked the silly box.  Whoever reads the terms and conditions.

"Yes...  I suppose... but..."

"And you won..."

"Won what?"

"The survey competition of course.  You get to come and assist, shall we say, at one of our Nude Entertainment Videos."

"Assist!"  Oh my gosh!  I’d never for a moment thought...

"If you pass the try out of course..."

"Try out?"

"Of course.  We have to be happy that...  well you’re a suitable person...  it’s nude entertainment you know..  well some people just wouldn’t be suitable."

"I suppose not."

"So you'll come?"

My head was in a whirl.  Assist at a nude entertainment video.  See all those naked girls.  In the flesh.  Help out.  Perhaps I'd have to... well I’d once heard about this boy who'd got a job sticking the pasties on the nipples of girls in a strip club.  Why had no-one ever given me a job like that!  And now it was being offered to me.  I gulped.

"Well... Yes..." I gulped again.  Oh my gosh!  

"Excellent- the try out is a our office... NEV in the King Street office block.  Do you know it?"

"Um... yes...". It was local.  I’d probably been chosen because I was local.

"See you at five o'clock this afternoon then."

——-

Why had I said yes.  Of course I wouldn’t go.  Assist in making a nude entertainment movie!  I wouldn’t do that... would I?  Of course not.  But as five o'clock approached the thought grew.  I could just go along and check it out.  It wasn’t as if it was any sort of well...  pornographic site.  It was just naked girls doing funny things, opening the door to the pizza delivery boy in the nude, accidentally locking themselves out the house in the nude, that sort of thing.  It would be interesting to assist...  who was I kidding I’d be seeing naked girls, real naked girls, completely nude.  Of course I was going!

I arrived at the office block at five with my heart pounding a bit.  I made my way to the top floor and the offices discreetly marked NEV.  They didn’t exactly advertise what they did.

"Excuse me," I said to the pretty brunette on reception, had I seen her on one of the videos?  The thought made me blush.  "Excuse me I'm..."

"Here for the try-out?"

"Well yes."

"The competition winner?"

"Well yes."

She picked up the phone, "Mindy, the Try-out's here."

She turned to me, "Mindy will be along in a second.  She'll take the casting photos."

"Casting photos?  Why do I need casting photos."

"Casting directors insist on them.  You can’t take part in a movie without."

Take part!  I’d imagined myself in some menial role.  Just along for the ride.  But I was being offered a chance to take part.  I’d be the pizza delivery boy finding the girl naked, or the hotel receptionist dealing with the girl locked out naked!  I was really glad I came now.  Of course they’d need to be sure I looked right.

"Oh good..  Right..." my mouth had gone dry and my heart was really pounding.

Mindy arrived carrying a large camera.  She was the sort of chubby, fresh faced, girl with a blonde pony tail who combined a sort cheekiness and bossiness in a way that always made my cock twitch.

"This way," she said in her bossy voice.  I was led into a nearby office.  Not any sort of studio or anything, just an ordinary office.

"Front view..."

"Rear view..."

"Side view..."

"Thank you... and..."

"Are we finished?" I asked.

"Of course not.  Those are the dressed casting shots, now we need the undressed..."

"Undressed?"  What did she mean 'undressed'?

"The nude casting shots.  We are Nude Entertainment Videos you know.  The casting directors require nude casting shots."

"But..."

"Do you want to take part or not?"

"Well yes, of course, but...".  I didn’t get any further.

"Nude casting shots then, you can put your clothes on the chair."

"But..." I didn’t know what to do.  I could have run but...  the idea of seeing the naked girl in reception was too much.  Absent mindedly I sat down and took off my shoes and socks.  Then I seemed to have committed myself.  Before I knew where I was, I was down to my underpants.  I hesitated.  Not too late to back out...

"Completely nude..." Mindy looked quizzically, "Don’t worry.  I’ve seen it all before."

"Yes of course..."

Of course she had.  They made those sorts of films.

My face burned.  She was so bossy and I was so embarrassed.  But if it was the only way, and she said it was... I pulled my pants down and stood shamefaced in the nude.  

"Front view...  we need you standing feet set like this..." she demonstrated, "back arched, hands on head...  that’s right..."

It was not a comfortable pose.

The office phone rang.  Mindy answered it on speaker.

"How's he look?" an authoritative woman’s voice.

"Yeah...  okay..."

"Big enough?  He put down nine inches on the form"

Mindy surveyed me.  Was she looking at my penis?  She was!

"Marginal, but yeah... okay...   I would guess only eight when it’s up but well proportioned."

"Are you finished?"

"Nearly...  hang on a second," and to me, "don’t move..." back to the caller, "he's just in the pose."

And I was still holding the pose.  Nude.

"Rear view, same pose..."

"And side view...  okay...  finished..."

"Good...  bring him through then..."

"Come on through to the main office," she beckoned to me.

"But my clothes?"

"You won’t need them for the moment..."

"But..."

But she had her hand on my bum and was propelling me through the door.  I stepped into the main office.  It looked just like any main office, a solicitor's or accountants perhaps.  Girls looked up from their desks and grinned.  They came round to the front of their desks to watch.

A tall dark haired woman came over to me.  She looked the sort who would be in charge.

"I’m Monica," she said, "time for the try-out."

"But I’ve got no clothes on."

"Well this is Nude Entertainment Videos.  So you have to be nude to provide nude entertainment don't you."

"Well...  I suppose...". I was being swept along with no control over events.

She looked me up and down.

"We like our male entertainers to be well...  a bit better endowed...  I mean you put down nine on the form and I don’t think you’re more than eight...  but I think you’re right Mindy.  Nicely proportioned.  He'll do."

"Eight is quite big though!"

"Well, bigger than average, a lot bigger, but for this industry nine is the norm.  Right, get filming Mindy, we'll put him through his paces.  Can you sing?"

"Sing?"

"Well, a bit..."

"Go on then."

"But I don’t need to be in the nude to sing."

"You don’t need to be, but you’re going to be...  Go on."

"Sing what?"

"I don’t know.  It’s nearly Christmas.  Sing 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer'."

*******

She made him sing 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer' in the nude in the middle of the office.  And we all had to keep a straight face.  It nearly choked me!

********

I stammered out the song.

"And now a little dance.  Put some music on Mindy."

"But...  I don’t know if I want to..."

"Music Mindy!"

So I danced.  Have you ever seen a boy dancing in the nude girls?  Of course you have!  Well if you haven’t let me explain.  When you go up your cock goes down, and when you go down your cock goes up, when you go left your cock goes right, when you go right your cock goes left.  The end result is that after thirty seconds your cock is rotating like a windmill - while your balls bounce up and down in time to the music!  This has an alarming stimulant effect!

In a minute my cock was rigid and vertical, swaying from side to side like a pendulum.

Monica smiled.

"You’re right, Mindy," she said, "Eight inches, but well proportioned.  We can see how he performs now."

"Please Miss," I whimpered, "I thought I had just performed."

"No, no...  our viewers expect the film to end with a...  well to have...  what shall we call it... a happy ending..  orgasmic indeed."

"But..."

"Mindy, fetch out Marilyn..."

"Yes Miss."

"But it’s a sex doll!"

"I know that.  What else can you demonstrate your pelvic thrusts on?"

"You mean I’ve got to...  I mean...  with the doll?"

"She's a deluxe model"

"She doesn’t look deluxe.  Her right ear's on the wrong way round."

"Well somebody got overexcited with his cock in her mouth.  Started pulling on her ears.  Mindy had to stick it back on again."

"In her mouth.  You can use her mouth?"

"Of course, and as a special treat you can choose which orifice to use.  She’s a deluxe model, she’s got three of them!'

"Three?"

"Of course..."

"Oh...  including the..."

"Very much so... and very much the favourite..."

"But won’t it be a bit… Well...  I mean...  a tight fit...."

"Of course it’s a tight fit...  that’s why it’s a favourite."

"But I mean, I have got a big one..."

"Not that big..."

Oh my gosh.  All the girls were watching.  I was in the nude and my cock was rigid.  My face burned with embarrassment.  I didn’t know what to do.

"But..."

"Push hard it'll go in..."

"But..."

"Oh lubricate him Mindy for goodness sake.  He's going up her bum."

"Sure thing!" She squirted a clear gel on the palm of her hand and...

"Oh, Oh oooh!"  She smeared all over my cock.

"Get going then, bend her over the desk...  that’s right...  grab her ears to hold her in place...  and...  push it in..."

*********
Just gradually increase the embarrassment.  Get him naked.  Make him pose in the nude.  Bring him into the office...  make him dance.  Little by little and he won’t notice how he’s been manipulated.  Until his cock is up...  then...

**********

"Ooh!  That feels tight!"

"And thrust...  and thrust...  and thrust... "

"Are you getting this Mindy...  thrust... and thrust.. get a rhythm going...  in time to Nelly the Elephant ...  Sing Nelly the Elephant while you’re thrusting… that’s the way…”

And I sang.

‘Nelly the Ele…” Thrust. “ …phant packed her…” Thrust. “ …trunk and…” Thrust.

 I hope you’re getting this Mindy..."

"No problem."

"And thrust...  and thrust... nice arse...  get his arse thrusting Mindy..."

"No problem."

"And stop!"

"But I was..." she'd stopped me on the brink, "I about to..."

"No you're not.  Not yet anyway.  We have to see how far you shoot. Mindy will film you shooting."

"Shooting who?"

"Not who... what!  Shooting your cock off.  We've got to see you perform."

"But..."

"No buts.  Pull your cock out..."

"But..."

"But what?"

"It won’t come out."  I pulled and I pulled, but I was unable to extract my throbbing appendage, "it’s too tight.  I told you mine was too big."

"Nonsense.  She’s expandable.  Give him a hand Mindy."

But Mindy was standing there with a tube in her hand looking aghast.

"Monica..."

"Yes, What is it?  Don’t just stand there you need to be pulling him out."

"You know when you said lubricate him."

"Yes?"

"Well the tube of super glue that I stuck her ear back on with was still in the box."

"So?"

"Well I lubricated him with that.  His cock's glued up her bum."

"What!" I pulled and pulled.

"Don’t pull so hard, you'll pull it off!"

"I can’t pull my...  Well it might stretch, but it won’t come off..."

"I meant the wonky ear not your cock!"

"What am I going to do."

"Mindy..."

"Yes Monica.  Send for an ambulance, this is an emergency."

"And Mindy,"

"Yes Monica."

"Make us all a cup of coffee.  The girls have got a bit overexcited watching."

The girls!  I’d forgotten about the girls in the office.  They’d been gathered round sitting on the desks, watching me up a rubber doll.  In the nude.  No wonder they were getting excited.  And there was nothing I could do except stand there naked with my cock up Marilyn's bottom while we waited for the ambulance.

A girl came panting into the room wearing that rather smart cotton uniform that ambulance workers use.  She was rather attractive,  big bum, big tits - no evidence of a bra, looked rather like...  oh my gosh!  She looked just like Marilyn!

"What on earth..." she gasped on viewing the scene.

"He's got his penis stuck up her bum."

"Is it too big or something?"

"No, it’s not that big..."

"It is..." I said, "it’s nine inches."

"Don’t believe him.  It’s only eight."

"In my experience that's a big one," said the ambulance girl, "you shouldn’t have pushed a big one like that up her bum Sir.  It was bound to get stuck."

"It’s not that.  She..." pointing at Mindy, "smeared it with superglue first."

"Well, I’ve come across some weird pranks in my time.  There was this guy got a cucumber up his..."

"Never mind that," said Monica, "can you get his cock out.  That’s a valuable doll!"

"Don’t know.  We might have to cut it away."

"You can’t cut my...  my... er... penis off."

"I didn’t mean that Sir.  It won’t get cut off...  except by accident of course."

"Can’t you use solvent or something."

"Of course Sir.  Only joking."

"She took a can of spray from her bag and squirted it up Marilyn."

"Ow..  ow... ow...."

"Stings a bit I’m afraid Sir.  If applied to delicate parts of the anatomy.  It’s coming loose though and.."

A round of applause went round the girls in the office as my penis emerged.  And...  it was still engorged and still throbbing.  Well, yours would be too if you were in the nude and girls were watching...  and an ambulance girl in a smart uniform, with big big tits, and no bra...

"I’d better just rub some cream in Sir...  it’s looking a bit pink and... oh dear...". It was not perhaps the wisest time to start rubbing a throbbing penis. "...oh dear!"  The intensity of the throbbing increased, my balls started to contract, my whole body started to tingle until..  "oh dear, oh dear!"

"I hope you got that Mindy.  He shoots rather well doesn’t he..  plenty of force.  Sorry about that Miss... do you need a tissue...  perhaps you shouldn’t have had your face so close..."

"That’s all right.  I can take it on the chin."

**********

Apparently I passed the try-out and my casting shots will be sent to the casting directors.  It seemed a rigorous audition to be the guy that delivers the pizzas to the naked girl, but I suppose they know what's needed.  Anyway I'll pop round to day and see when I'll be needed.

**********

He came back the next day.  Just as Monica said he would.  I gave him my biggest smile.

"Er...  good morning Mindy."

"Good morning Sir, What can we at Newton Evans and Verity Accountants do to help."

The website always catches them you see.  Monica set it up of course.  She said men who fill in questionnaires like that are fair game.  Deserve what they get.  Anyone who claims a nine inch penis gets called in for a try out.  It never is nine inches, so serves them right for fibbing doesn’t it.

It’s a real laugh.  I’m going to have to stick the other ear back on though.  Better not mix up the tubes next time.  I looked at him standing in front of the desk looking puzzled, like they all do.  Still, it might not have been nine inches, but it was a big one.

"Fancy coming round to my place tonight?" I asked.  Well I fancied a big one.















Measurement

Size doesn’t matter.  That’s what they say.  Robert Burns said 'Nine inch will please a lady'.  Burns certainly pleased the ladies.  Nine inches?  Probably. I got out the bath and looked at mine in the mirror.  Was it nine inches?  Of course not.  Nobody had one that big. It was quite big though.



Then next day.  "How big is yours?" Monica asked me.  She was my new secretary.  Thirtyish, short black hair, blue eyes, assertive.

"My what?"

"Your… you know... How big is it?"

"My er...   What...". She didn’t mean my penis did she?  I didn’t know what to say.  No girl had ever asked me that before.  But, as I say, she was very assertive, Monica.

"Your you know...  thingy...  gentleman's appendage.  You know what I mean."

"My...  er..  what?"  Oh heck!  This was getting embarrassing.

"Well if you want me to spell it out for you...  your willy...  All men measure their willies.  How big is yours?"

"It’s...  it’s...  well it’s...  average..." I should have told her to mind her own business, but I didn’t know how to.

"How big is average?"

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

"Well you should..."

"I wouldn’t know how..."

"Look, there's this website.  It surveys and compares penis sizes," she got it up on the screen.  Trust Monica to know about such things.  "You should take part.  Then you'll know."

"I mean I couldn’t..."

"Of course you can.  All you have to do is measure your penis and send in the result.  They compare all the cocks… I mean penises… and tell you where yours is in comparison to the others.  It gives exact instructions how to do the measurement.  Up and down.  Length and girth."

I looked in fascination.

"But everyone will exaggerate."

"They can’t.  You have to send in a photograph to prove it."

"I can’t photograph my...  well I can’t..."

"Why not.  It’s all confidential."

"But...  I mean...  photographing my own... well...  penis...". I was gabbling.

"Well I’ll photograph it for you."

"Certainly not...."

That was Monica for you. Always trying to embarrass me.  Still I couldn’t get the thought out my mind.  Was I average?  Perhaps I was bigger than average?  That night I got the website up.

It gave detailed instructions.  Length was to be measured with the penis fully erect, using a ruler placed on the top side with the end against the pubic bone.  Girth was to be measured using a tape measure just below the head of the penis.  The flaccid length was estimated by laying the penis on a flat surface and placing a ruler beside it.  The study also examined the possible relationship between the size of various body parts (index finger, nose, feet etc) which also had to be measured.  To ensure that all measurements were genuine photographs of each were to be submitted.  At the end of the month results would be published and you would be informed of your comparative size.

I had to do it.  I mean I just had to didn’t I?  I had to know.  My penis was erect just at the thought of it.  I took my clothes off, found a ruler and a tape measure, and got measuring.  Six and a half inches!  I’d soon see how I compared.  I uploaded the pictures to the confidential site.  All anonymous.  All confidential.  Results to be published on the first of the next month.  I couldn’t wait.

Come the first and I’m on my computer first thing looking in my inbox for the result.  Nothing.  I go to work disappointed.   Monica greets me smiling.

"Six and a half inches!" She says, "bigger than I expected."

"What!"

"Your cock.  It’s six and a half inches.  Congratulations!  We’ll proportioned as well."

"But...  I mean...  how..."

"It’s on the website.  Look..."

"But..."

I looked at the screen.

APRIL FOOLS

Fifty-two suckers sent in their penis pictures in the ridiculous belief they were taking part in a scientific study.  They didn’t notice the date!  April 1st!  So here they all are  - 52 penises with their measurement and each accompanied by a picture of our April Fools measuring their nose.  So if you see anybody you know you now know how big their penis is.

And there were my pictures!





"But...  But.." I gasped.

"How did you fall for that one!  Measuring your nose!  Honestly, that was a real giveaway."

"But I thought..."

"They got you there didn’t they!"

"But you said..."

"I said yes...  you remember when I told you about scams and how you could spot them a mile off!"

"Yes..."

"You said you’d never fall for one."

"But..."

"So how was I to know you’d fall for this one.

"But..."

"The girls will find it hilarious!"

"Girls!  What girls!"

"Lisa, Angela, Tracey, Marie-Louise...  the girls in the office of course."

"But...  but they don’t know about this do they?"

"Well, they will when I send them the link..."

"But you can’t..."

"Why ever not?"

"Well...  they’re private pictures..."

"No they’re not, they’re published on-line.  Look it says here 'public domain'.  You gave permission for these pictures to be posted when you ticked the terms and conditions."

"But I didn’t think...  I just ticked the box..."

"But I told you about the importance of reading terms and conditions carefully.  You did read them didn’t you?"

"Well...  er...  Yes..." I lied, "but..."

"There you are then.  Posted on-line with your permission.  Public domain.  The girls will love this.  Especially Marie-Louise..."

Marie-Louise!  Not Marie-Louise!  I’d had a crush on her every day since she joined the company.  Blonde, pretty face,  baby-doll blue eyes, pert boobs, long legs, short skirts and a different coloured pair of panties every day.  Every day except dress down Friday when she didn’t wear any.  Her idea of dressing down I suppose.  I always made sure I sat opposite one of the girls at the department meetings.  You see when girls are sitting at a table they forget to keep their legs together, and if you’re sitting opposite and you drop your pencil on the floor, when you bend down to pick it up well you can guess the view you get.  Especially on dress down Friday.  Marie-Louise never wore knickers on dress down Friday

I kept a little diary of what I saw each day.  Password protected of course.  Monica had told me about the importance of password protecting documents you didn’t want other people to read.  And I didn’t want anybody else reading that.  Not with the description of what I’d seen on dress down Friday.

"Please don’t...  I mean I don’t think they’d really want to see..."

"Oh yes they would..."

"But..  I mean..."

"All right then...  beg..."

"What!"

"Get down on your hands and knees, kiss my feet and say pretty please..."  she kicked her shoes off.

"Pretty please.  Pretty please," I was on all fours kissing her bare feet.

"That’s a good boy.  Suck my toes."

I sucked.

"Right.  No pictures for the girls, but you have to do me a favour."
I
"Yes anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes..."

"Good.  Well you know my drawing class..."

"Um er...  no...". I didn't.

"Well I run a drawing class and I need a male life model and you’ve just got the job."

"But...  when you say 'life', do you mean...  well...  no clothes on..."

"Of course.  What else do I mean.  We're doing the male nude."

"But...  no clothes at all..."

"Completely nude...  of course..."

"But you’ll see my...  well my..."

"I can see it now.  It’s up on the screen here.  Of course if you’d rather I sent it..."

"No no... I’ll do it...  I’ll do it..."

"Of course you will.  Tonight, my house, eight o'clock.  Be there...  and you can stop sucking now."

I sat at home looking at the picture of my penis measurement.  How had I been so stupid.  I wouldn’t get caught like that again.  I’d tried to get a peek at Marie-Louise's panties at the meeting, but she had her legs together.  Almost as if someone had warned her.  Still I’d just about got away things, Monica had seen my penis picture, and I was going to have to endure the embarrassment of posing nude for her art class.  But at least I’d got away with it.  I looked back at the penis picture.  It had attracted over a hundred views.  A lot more than any of these others.  The comments weren’t too encouraging though.

Half an hour later, my heart pounding, I knocked at Monica’s door.  She opened it.  She was wearing a white blouse and tight black jeans, looking rather sexy.

"Come in," she said, "everything is ready.  The girls will be here shortly."

"Girls!"

"Yes, of course."

"But I thought it would be men.  I’ve got to pose naked for girls!"

"Well of course, why would men want to see you naked?"

"But you didn’t say..."

"You didn’t ask, I’ve told you the importance of always asking.  It’s not my fault if you didn’t.  Come on this way."

She led me into her sitting room.  In the centre of the room was a small coffee table.  Arranged round the table were five chairs.

"There you are," Monica explained, "Take your clothes off and stand on the table.  The girls will be here in a few minutes."

"But..."

"Unless you want me to..." she went over to her computer, "the link's ready to send...  one favour for another..."

"No, no...  I’ll do it...  yes...  one favour for another..."

"Hurry up then..."

"Yes Monica, Yes..." her finger hovered over the send button.  I tore my clothes off as fast as I could and stood there shivering in the nude.

"There’s a good boy.  I knew you could do it.  Now stand on the table.  The girls all want a good view."

"Yes Monica," I stood on the table, just as the doorbell rang.

"That’ll be the girls.  I'll let them in.  Now don’t you move."

"Yes Monica.  I mean no Monica. I mean I’ll stand here Monica."

"Good boy.  Now you do as you’re told."

"Yes Monica."

She picked up my clothes and went out the room with them.  I stood on the table, my legs shook, my mouth was dry and my face burned with embarrassment.  Still, it would soon be over.  The sound of girls laughing came from the front door.  My face went redder than ever.

The door into the room opened, "Here are the girls," grinned Monica and in trooped Lisa, Angela, Tracey and Marie-Louise.

"But..." I stammered clamping my hands over my private parts and standing knock kneed and red faced in the classic embarrassment nude position, "you said your life drawing class."

"This is my life drawing class.  Don’t tell me you didn’t know!  Haven’t I always told you to make sure you know the details of any agreement before you agree to it?"

"Yes Monica."

"Serves you right.  Hands on your head.  The girls want to see everything."

"Yes Monica."

"Good boy.  Now give a little twirl, so they all get a good view."

"Yes Monica," The girls were sitting in a circle round me as I turned round to give them all a view.

"Good boy.  Now you stand there while I read the indictment."

"The what?"

"The indictment.  You see this isn’t so much a drawing class as a trial."

"A what?"

"A trial.  You see I found a little document on your computer."

"A document..." she couldn't have.  Not that document.  It was password protected.

"Yes a rather private document.  You know what I’ve told you about confidential documents?"

"Yes Monica.  Keep them password protected."

"Exactly, well if you wanted to keep that private you shouldn’t have given it the name 'upskirts' and used 'knickers' as the password."

"No Monica..." naked and humiliated, I was completely under her thumb now, "No Monica."

"So shall I read the indictment?"

"Yes Monica."

"Since November 13th of last year you have been secretly peeking up the skirts of the girls in this department and keeping a record of the panties they were wearing, or in the case of some girls, not wearing.  How do you plead?"

"Guilty Monica."

"Good boy.  Now let’s hear some of the evidence.  Marie-Louise, read out the entry for Friday 3rd March."

"Do I have to Monica?"

"Yes you do."

"Well, it says...  it says...  'Dress down Friday!!!" it has a sort of series of exclamation marks after it..."

"I'm sure it does...  go on..."

"It says 'Told M-L to sit opposite'...  I think he means me..."

"I’m sure he does."

"...'Told M-L to sit opposite.  Dropped pencil on floor as excuse and crawled under table.  Short skirt, legs apart, good view!  She want wearing any!  Panties I mean!  I could see her...  her'...  please Monica he uses a rude word here..."

"Does it begin with a 'c'..."

"Yes Monica..." Marie-Louise was blushing.

"Has it got four letters?"

"Yes Monica..." she blushed even more furiously.

"In that case I think we all know what he saw.  Go on."

"Yes Monica... "...saw her er...  rude word... it was..." Marie-Louise gulped, "... it was shaved smooth.  I switched on the light on my mobile phone and had a superb view.  Took quick picture...". Marie-Louise's face was burning, "...he took a picture Monica!"

"He did indeed.  It’s in the document.  Go on..."

"Yes Monica.  He says '...looking at picture now.  Good old M-L...'. Er..."

"Go on..."

"Er...  'good old M-L obviously deliberately spreading her legs for me.  Blushed and smiled when I got back in my seat.  Gets my...  my... er..."

"Go on..."

"...'gets my cock' he says 'cock' Monica."

"I’m sure he does..."

"...'get my cock up just looking at it.'  That’s all Monica."

"Well," said Monica, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I...I... dropped my pencil..."

"Like you do every meeting!"

"I couldn’t help seeing up.  She opened her legs to give me a good view..."

"No I didn’t."

"Yes you did... and... and...  I had to use my phone as a light to look for my pencil... and I accidentally took a photograph..."

"And I suppose you accidentally loaded onto your computer, and you accidentally looked at it, and your pants accidentally fell down, and you accidentally grabbed hold of your cock..."

Something like that..." I muttered.  

"Hands on head!  You’re showing the girls everything remember!"

"Yes Monica," I was trembling with embarrassment.

"Well girls.  I think that is pretty convincing evidence.  It only remains to decide his punishment.  I say we string him up by the balls.  Lisa?"

"String him up and kick him in the balls."

"Angela?"

"String him up, kick him in the balls, and whip his arse..."

"Tracey?"

"String him up, kick him in the balls, whip his arse, tie him to the saddle of his silly bicycle and pull him round the streets."

"Marie-Louise?"

"I fancy wanking his cock."

"Marie-Louise!"

"Just saying..."

"Well," announced Monica, "much as we'd all love to kick him in the balls, leash him to his bicycle and whip his arse round the town, that’s probably going a bit too far....".  I just stood open mouthed!  Marie-Louise wanted to suck my cock!  "...better not kick him in the balls.  But as for the bicycle...  have you got the leash Angela?"

I had been so taken aback by Marie-Louise that I never noticed that a piece of string had been looked round my private parts.  I felt a sharp tug.  I was being pulled towards the door.

"No Monica...  please...."

It was no good.  

"Do you know why men were given balls?  Why they are so tender, so vulnerable, why they dangle so invitingly?"

"No Monica...  please..."

"To give girls something to control them by..." she tugged again, “...ball control I call it!"  She yanked hard, "Effective isn’t it?"

"Yes Monica," I followed her meekly outside as she tied the string to the saddle of the bike.

"Get whipping Lisa!"  Lisa whipped a bundle of birch twigs across my buttocks and we set off.

She pedalled slowly, thankfully, and I stumbled along behind my bottom feeling the sting of the birch every few yards.  So my arse was whipped round the town, well not quite, but certainly round the block....  and through the park...  and up and down the High Street.  It got a few cheers.  Apparently it was festival week and people thought it was a performance art production.  It got even more cheers when Marie-Louise exacted her own particular punishment.  Quite a crowd had gathered by then and it got a standing ovation.  Especially when she was looking too closely and got hit in the face.

I don’t drop my pencil on the floor anymore.  The girls have rumbled that one.  I drop my notebook instead.  Much more convincing.  Marie-Louise still doesn’t wear knickers on dress down Friday.


















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