Who's-Boo-Hoo
By BIC
ashcan91@hotmail.com
Copyright 2018 by BIC, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
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'WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 1 (THE CHOSEN
QUARRY)
Fourteen-year-old Victoria Hyde is a shy
ninth grader, a freshman in a high school new to her because her family moved
to a new town just this past summer. Victoria has good reason to be shy as she
is what parents call ‘a late bloomer’ but what boys in her class last year
called ‘the local school board’, meaning she was as flattest-chested as the
scrawniest girl in the middle grades. Even a few sixth grade girls had bigger
boobs than Victoria.
Victoria’s even more embarrassing secret
was that other signs of puberty were also missing. That is, her pubic area was
totally hair-free and she didn’t even have armpit stubble to shave. Standing
naked before her full-length bedroom mirror, she looked years younger than her
actual age.
Her face was fair enough and she had
glorious, golden, curly locks that fell past her flat chest all the way down to
her navel. Being tall for her age didn’t help. In fact, it only served to
emphasize her lack of size where it really mattered to boys: her hips and bust.
Boys called her ‘string-bean bag’ and girl classmates had been even meaner,
sing-song jibes, calling her ‘Hyde-and-go-seek/ but-nothing-there-to-peek’.
Girls at that age can be such bitches.
Victoria knew that the coming year was
going to be much worse because in the second term of ninth grade, P.E. for
girls was a required course ( the first term was reserved for boys’ gym
classes. ) And that would mean after Christmas break she would have to undress
and get into her gym outfit in the girls’ locker room where everyone would see
just how under-developed she was. The opening scene from the movie Carrie ran
re-runs in her head every night! Oh, the horror, oh, the humiliation!
Victoria was anxious to hide what she
considered her freakish lack of womanhood, as she knew what teasing and shame
would follow such exposure. But she figured if she first became buddies with
the coolest girls in school, their friendship just might act as a shield from
the nasty taunting and dirty comments she could otherwise expect.
So Victoria committed herself to at least
try to blend in with all the cool girls by going along with any activity older
girls in the upper grades might do. Of course, Victoria was also keen on
impressing the boys in her freshman class and was desperate to date, something
she had yet dared to do. But although she was physically under-developed, as to
sexuality, Victoria was as in need and horny as any fourteen, or even
sixteen-year-old girl and, like most girls, played four-finger-fantasy-fun
under the sheets each night.
For several weeks in September and
October, Victoria tried to ingratiate herself with upper-grade girls who looked
like they had the most pull with guys and who, not surprisingly, were the
pushiest bitches who were mean to less attractive and younger girls. Victoria
would normally stay well away from such bullies, but she felt she had to get on
their good side for protection. She was not in the least ashamed of this.
Survival of fittest boot-licking sycophant became her creed. She was all fired
up. But when you play with fire, sooner or later, you’ll get burned.
At first, most of the senior and junior
girls she was sucking up to had snubbed or ignored her. But Victoria was a
persistent pest, ever hopeful that the cool crowd would get used to her and
eventually give in and accept her. Most of the time, just the opposite
happened.
But one group of girls, along with their
boyfriends, seemed to be more congenial and even encouraged Victoria to join
their conversations. In this way, those bitches and their bully-boy beaus
managed to find out about this pretty, but too young, girl. They found outa
about her interests and, more importantly, her fears. The greatest of which for
shy Victoria was being exposed as under-developed in a physical and sexual way.
She confided only in the girls, of course. But those 'friends' immediately
started plotting mischief with their boyfriends.
Halloween was just around the corner and
Victoria Hyde was about to star in an old, time-honored tradition (just
invented that week) that would scare the pants off her... as well as all her
other clothes. Her new 'friends' were very friendly now and Victoria was
honored that they let her in on this very popular social event. Apparently, it
was carried out each year by one freshman girl chosen by a committee of upper
class boys and girls. If she accepted and fulfilled the "Who's
Boo-Who" Halloween ceremony it would guarantee Victoria the status she
craved. She had forgotten that old saying, " Be careful what you wish for'.
'WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 2 (THE SET-UP)
So, one morning in late October before the
opening school bell, Victoria's friends explained to her how their Halloween
tradition would work. As the one freshman chosen to represent the school,
Victoria would go trick-or-treating in three neighborhoods in town dressed as a
different famous character for each neighborhood and engage in conversation
with any adults or kids who came to the door. The point of the multiple
character costumes was to let folks know that the school was keen to have the
community join in the fun while, at the same time, making it a shared
educational experience for everyone. That's how it was explained to Victoria.
Victoria was a bit skeptical. " How
is wearing different costumes a teaching tool?" she asked Fiona, the
eleventh grader who been given the task of convincing this naive girl of the
valid and worthwhile purpose to this rather bizarre event.
"It has to do with the multi-message,
mixed-media aspect of "Who's Boo-Who"," replied Fiona, who was
on the school's debating team and enjoyed using big words and puffed up ideas
to mask total BS. "The unity of the theme is only realized when neighbors
get together later to talk about the "Who's Boo-Who" event and come
to realize the gestalt genius inherent in their shared experiences."
continued Fiona in a yadda-yadda-yadda kind of blither-blather way.
All Victoria could do in reply was to nod
and pretend she understood this confusing gobbledygook. She managed to ask this
one question, " What's tomorrow night's theme then?"
Fiona gave an exasperated sigh, as if even
a little child should be able to figure this out. " The theme is the
message and the medium which, duhh, is the same. Your characters are all
famous, so they are on the ' who's who' list of history. But there's something
sad about their plight, so 'boo-who' applies. Now, the trick-or-treat engaging
at the door, which you're going to pull off through role-playing, unites the
message and the community in your dramatic presentations. Now do you get it?"
"Sort of..." lied Victoria who
was completely lost as Fiona's fake-logic took her mind around twists and turns
and led nowhere. " But what exactly is the theme I'm supposed to be
teaching?"
"Ah, I'm glad you asked," beamed
Fiona who was prepared for that question. " The reason the school chooses
a young girl as message bearer each year, is because she represents innocence
and discovery of the common bonds of community. Let me put it this way, Vickie,
you're not supposed to know what the theme is until you've begun to engage the
community in acts of mutual discovery."
" But I'm really confused. How will I
know what to do?" pleaded an anxious Victoria. "How can I know how to
engage at the door, if I haven't got a clue? Look, just tell me what to do and
I'll do it, okay? "
"Game, set and match" thought
Fiona to herself. She smiled warmly now as she consoled Victoria, " That's
okay, sweetie. We don't expect you to fully comprehend the service you'll be
doing the school and our whole town. And you needn't worry about getting your
part right. You won't be alone on your mission. One senior girl and one senior
boy will accompany you on your three-neighborhood, fifteen house "Who's
Boo-Who" journey on Halloween night. They'll prompt you and give direction
as you play your parts."
Victoria was genuinely relieved to hear
that she had an important role to play, but that she could rely on a safety net
of older kids who'd make sure everything went as planned. All she need do to
make this work was to just do absolutely everything they told her to do,
immediately and without question. She was so keen to get her friends' approval
that she even did something she'd never done before, lie to her mom. On
instructions from her new friends, she told her mother that she was going to a
Halloween party at a friend's place. Her friends would pick her up this evening
and see that she got home safely long before her usual bed-time.
The mischievous "Who's Boo-Who"
plan was almost set to go. Stage one was already set as the main character,
Victoria, had clearly been set up. Stage two took place the next night as
Victoria was picked up at her home by Frank and Lynn, the two seniors who would
escort and prompt Victoria as she made her trick-or-treat rounds. Frank was 17
and had a driver's license and the use of his dad's car for the night. So he
would drive from one neighborhood to another across town and then on to the
final area. As Frank drove, Lynn sat with him the front while Victoria was in
back. It was rather chilly in the car because, for some reason, the heater was off.
Lynn described the first character to be
performed. " First thing Vickie, take off all your clothes and give them
to me while I explain your first role. We have to get that straight before you
get into your first costume."
It was fairly dark in the car, so Victoria
was okay with stripping. But she did glance at the rear-view mirror every few
seconds to make sure Frank kept his eyes on the road and was not taking peeks
at her. As per instructions, she had worn only the bare minimum, even though it
was a very cool evening and she had some goosebumps already. So she shucked off
her sneakers and socks first and pulled off her t-shirt, She wore no bra, of
course, as it was hardly needed. Unbuckling her belt and with a sigh of
resignation, Victoria wiggled out of her jeans and sat there for a minute in
her white bikini panties.
One more glance to make sure Frank was not
watching, and the 14-year-old girl, desperate to make a good impression and
committed to doing anything and everything they told her to do, put her thumbs
into the hem of her panties, gulped and shut her eyes and then quickly pulled
her knees up, her hands down and her panties off. She was naked and blushing.
Lynn reached back and grabbed all of
Vickie's clothes and placed them in a pillow case for safe keeping. Later, that
stuffed pillow case would be locked in the trunk of the car. But for now,
Victoria accepted the explanation that her clothes were being secured lest they
get soiled or HEAVEN FORBID! ... lost. They all had a good chuckle about that.
But Victoria was the only one who didn't get the joke.
Lynn kept Vickie naked and shivering for a
few minutes as she explained the rules and procedures of the 'Who's-Boo-Who'
community journey to which Victoria had agreed. She was relieved as it seemed
pretty easy. "All you have to do, Vickie," explained Lynn, " is
beg for candy at five houses in each of three parts of town. So that's just
fifteen houses while wearing your character costumes and engaging folks in
understanding your character. To be clear, it's one of three 'different'
outfits at five house-stops for each character."
"Yes, thank you, I get it now,
but..." replied a shivering, naked Victoria, " could I please get
into my first costume now. It's really cold." Frank explained, that is
lied, that his dad's car heater was on the fritz. He helpfully suggested Vickie
warm herself up by rubbing her skin all over to get her body ‘nice and cozy’.
"As to your costume," snapped
Lynn in an irritated tone of voice. " I'm getting to that. But first I
have to outline the role so you can play your part in a constructive and
realistic manner. So, your first character role begins our history lesson at
the very beginning. So you will play the part of Eve as she is cast out of the
Garden of Eden... Don't interrupt me. Vickie... I need to explain le motif au naturel, la raison d'etre, et la
cause celebre of your role." As you can see, Lynn was just as adept in
the art of B.S. as Fiona, plus Lynn often flaunted her skill in la langue francais in more than just
French kissing.
"This is the essence of innocence
fallen from grace." continued Lynn who was dragging out Victoria's
embarrassment and discomfort for as long as possible to keep they young girl
shivering in her stark naked state. At this point, Lynn handed Victoria some
oak leaves which were about the size of the palm of your hand. "This is
your Eve costume for the first five houses, Vickie."
" But where's my flesh-colored
body-suit? " asked Vickie. "
"You don't expect the school to let
you, our community representative, to cover-up history and God's Truth with a
lie, do you? No, Vickie, Eve was naked save for a few fig leaves and, just like
in Genesis, you must be too. Frank here will help you attach the leaves with
duct tape when we get to the first house. They should be fig leaves, of course,
but where would we get a fig tree? Besides," Lynn added to shock Vickie
even more, " the oak leaf shape makes it kind of kinky teasing in a
peek-a-boo sort of way."
"How many leaves do I get?"
asked a nervous Victoria.
"Five," answered Lynn. " Two
stuck behind to hide your butt-cheeks, one over your nicely shaven pussy mound,
and one each to hide your nipples," pausing she added chuckling,
"although, there's hardly anything there to hide. Is there Ms Hyde?"
That cut deep, but Victoria was determined
to get everything just right. She'd come this far, stripping naked in the back
seat of a car driven by a 17-year old boy, she might as well be almost nude for
trick-or-streaking at five houses. She figured the oak leaves were almost big
enough to cover as much of her naughty parts as a string bikini would. Not
really, but she told herself this little fib to keep her spirits up.
" Let's go over the routine once
more, " said Lynn. " (1) Your candy bag must not cover up the costume
and so you have to hold it out from your body at full arms-length. (2) During
each house begging trip you ask whomever opens the door if they can figure out
who you are. (3) If they can't you tell them 'Eve after the Fall and in
disgrace' (4) and then you say, ‘Please may I have a trick or a treat?’ Folks
may ask you questions about your character or even ask you to do something cute
for them so you can earn your loot. So try to answer as best you can and be
sure to do anything they might ask you. And (5) all of this is to be recorded
on cell-cams in photos or video-clips by me and Frank."
"Oh My God!," gasped Victoria.
" You mean to tape and photograph me nearly buck-naked!"
"Of course, silly." smirked
Lynn. " How else could we prove to the Town Council, the School Board and
the Students "Who's-Boo-Who Committee" that this year the tradition
has been honored and how well it's been received? But don't worry, Frank and I
will be with you at each door to make sure you don't let everyone down. As to
being seen naked, I guess it will be obvious soon enough that 'unashamedly
naked in public' is the 'Who's-Boo-Who' theme this year."
" Doesn't being naked in public
usually mean humiliation? " said a stunned Victoria.
"UNASHAMEDLY NAKED" insisted
Lynn, " And that's what makes it an honor and the personal quality that we're
trying to foster. You know the old saying, ' Tell the truth and shame the
devil', don't you? Well you, Vickie, will represent the stark truth, pure and
unashamed."
Victoria knew she couldn't back out now.
She'd given her sacred word and, anyway, wanted so much to be accepted by her
new friends. When the car pulled up on a side street in a residential area,
Vickie stepped out of the car and, on orders from Lynn, stood with her legs
spread about two feet apart with her hands up high and clasped behind her head.
Frank took his time sticking the taped oak leaves right where Lynn said they'd
be.
Frank was considerate and, to make sure
the leaves didn't leave Vickie's bare body too easily, he made sure they'd
stick by rubbing one hard on her pussy mound, slapping one a few times on her
buttock cheeks, and pinching the two on her tiny titties. Victoria thanked him
for this and Frank smiled as he replied, as a gentleman would, " The
pleasure was all mine."
Victoria, undressed as Eve After the Fall
from Grace and into Disgrace, was ready to present herself at the first house.
'WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 3 (EVE IN
DISGRACE)
Clothed only in a few oak leaves, Victoria
walked toward the house assigned to her by Lynn and Frank who, with cell phones
in hand, accompanied her to the well-lit porch on Elm Street. Victoria was
shivering and not just because of the cool air and her lack of covering; her
stern resolve to see her task to the end did not shield her from the fear and
humiliation she was feeling. Three youngsters were on the porch already and
were about to leave with their candy loot. But when they saw Vickie they
stepped aside but did not go away. Instead, giggling with hands covering their
open mouths, they stepped back for a better view.
Still inside the doorway were two
teenagers, a boy and a girl, who were probably too old to go trick-or-treating,
but who stayed home to shell out goodies.
"Now who do we have here?"
grinned the girl who looked about 16. " Are you going as a Las Vegas pole
dancer or stripper, little girl?"
"Or maybe she's a whore." chimed
in her younger brother, " One who got stiffed...( giggles from the kids on
the porch ) by her last John who paid her in tree leaves instead of dollar
bills."
With a nudge from Lynn, Victoria began her
door-to-door delivery. " No, I am not a whore, nor a nightclub stripper.
I'm someone important in the earliest of human history. Can you guess from my
"Who's-Boo-Who' Halloween costume who, boo-hoo, I am?"
The young brother ventured a guess. "
How about an ancient Greek nymph of the forest who was just rolling in the hay
with a satyr? You know, one of those horny half-man half-studs who smells like
a goat." Gasps and loud laughter from the peanut gallery on the porch.
"No, that can't be, Jim."
chuckled his older sister, " Nymphs are all naked, true... but they're
also supposed to be really sexy with big boobies, wide hips and fat butts just
right for spanking. "
Their comments just made Victoria more
self-conscious and humiliated. But she continued with her next scripted lines.
" Good guesses, but not right. Shall I tell you who I am? " The two
teens nodded and Vickie stood up straight, as if she were proud of her costumed
portrayal. " I am Eve, lately driven from the Garden of Eden. So shocked
by my nudity, I have covered all my naughty bits with leaves. That is who...
boo-hoo... I am."
Vickie held out the pillowcase she was
given as a lot bag and the boy was about to toss in three candy bars when his
sister piped in with, " Not so fast. You were kicked out of Eden for
swiping an apple, if I recall. That deserves punishment, not a reward. But we
should be fair about it, seeing it's Halloween. You get some sweet treats...
but only after a sound spanking on your butt.. spanking on the bare, of course.
So lose those leaves stuck on your butt cheeks and bend over."
This time it was Frank who gave Vickie an
affirming and encouraging nod. Lynn was busy recording all the action. Vickie
did as she was told. Frank held on to her butt leaves. He even helped Vickie
stay in position by holding the bare-ass girl in her bent-from-the waist
position while brother and sister took turns whacking her buttock cheeks with
the palms of their hands.
"It's Halloween 2018." said the
lad. " That's 10/31/18.. So ten, plus thirty-one, plus eighteen... which
adds up to 59 .. So, Eve gets 59 smacks!"
The spanking was so rapid, and
simultaneously shared by the swatting siblings, that it was all over and done
with in just two minutes. The pair were not giving Vickie hard swats, but hard
enough that Victoria's butt was glowing and sore. However, there was another
glow happening on in Vickie's body, also in her nether regions. For some reason
beyond the Vickie's understanding, her vagina was warning up and getting moist
to boot.
Maybe it was the fact that the brother and
sister spanking team with Frank's help were able to smack both butt cheeks and
her pussy lips between them. This reminded Vickie of finger fun at night
and.... OMG, it suddenly occurred to her; she was getting off on being spanked.
Was she leaving drops of girl-goo on their hands? She hoped Frank and the
others wouldn't notice. Maybe, but if they did, they weren't saying.
Victoria did get an extra helping of candy
and, as an ironic bonus, a big, red apple was tossed into her loot bag too. She
thanked them for shelling out and, she thought, her shellacking too; she was
still creaming down there after getting off. Off she went with Lynn and Frank
right behind. On to the next house designated by her escorts. It was three
doors down and on the other side of the street. This time the porch was empty
of other trick-or-treat kids, but, once again, there were teenagers waiting on
the threshold doing shell-out duty. This time three girls and one boy greeted
her with wide grins and mischievous looks in their eyes.
"Now who are you supposed to be,
little girl?" asked one of the girls in the doorway. " No, don't tell
me. Let me guess. You're on a triple-dog dare and you have to trick-or-treat
naked until you've collected enough candy wrappers to replace those leaves
covering your tiny tits and bald pussy. Am I right?
Vickie began her spiel, " Not
exactly, " she replied, trying to be polite, " I am Eve, lately
driven from the Garden of Eden. So shocked by my nudity, I’ve covered all my
naughty bits with leaves. That is who boo-hoo I am."
"Not all your bits," smirked the
lad at the door, " Your butt's not covered at all."
He was right. It seems Frank had failed to
properly stick the leaves back on after Vickie's spanking. They had fallen into
darkness, just like Eve.
The teens at this house gave Vickie
several mitts full of candy and even helped to redress her bare butt with taped
maple leaves from their front lawn. They even assisted Frank in slapping the
sticky leaves hard to make sure they stuck this time. Of course, that hurt all
the more as Vickie's red rear end was barely recovered from her recent
spanking.
It struck Vickie as odd that so many
teens, too old for trick-or-treating, volunteered to stay behind to shell out.
Because at the next house, there was once again a guy who looked about 16 or
17. He eyed Vickie up and down as she went through her rehearsed opening. He
tilted his head and smiled as he told her, " Your tree trunk has lost some
leaves, Eve."
And, sure enough, the two leaves which had
been taped over her nipples were nowhere to be seen. But the boy was anxious to
help redress the situation and, like his neighbors before, found some leaves
with which to cover Vickie. But he was insistent on not just hiding the girl's
nipples. Instead he took nearly a dozen leaves, roll-taped to stick to bare
skin, and applied them one at a time, by squeezing her small boobs with both
his hands. He took a good three minutes feeling her up before he was satisfied
that her dignity was preserved and her shame well covered up.
On to house number four where two older
girls ( some 18 or 19-years-old ) noticed that Eve's single-leaf that was covering
her most private part was dried and crinkly.
"That won't do, " said one of
the girls, " That leaf is so brittle and crumbling, it makes it look like
you don't care if your pussy's covered or not. You need a new, fresher one... a
new leaf, I mean."
They pulled the old leaf off and rummaged
around their yard for an appropriate leaf. What they came up with was a bunch
of long, thin leaves with spiky edges. Lynn recognized what they were
immediately and moved quickly to stop the girls from placing them on Vickie's
pussy mound. The leaves were, in fact, thistles. Skin exposed to them would
sting and itch for hours.
Lynn pulled the girls aside and whispered
through gritted teeth, " We said no real harm was to be done to her. Just
stripping and spanking and a little feel-up/ feel-good time. So drop it!"
The two shrugged their shoulders, dropped
the thistles and picked up one large bright red maple leaf. This they rubbed
along and into Vickie's pussy before taping it. Vickie hadn't heard all of the
side conversation, but she was beginning to realize that the houses picked all
had teenagers who seemed to know what was going on. It looked just a little
fishy to her.
At the fifth and final house for her
trick-or-treat Eve portrayal, Victoria didn't even get a chance to give her
opening lines. That proved to Vickie that the shelling-out teens were in on the
'Who's-Boo-Hoo' ordeal.
This time it was three girls and three
boys who had likely been drinking something stronger than cider. They shouted
out together in a drunken sing-song " Here's Eve...after the Fall! Let's
see Eve Before, baring all!" Lots of laughter, loud and slurred. Then a
frenzy of hands grabbing and pulling off all of Vickie's leaves.
Then, as a funny gesture to add to her
indignity, a small red apple was shoved into Vickie's mouth and she bit down on
it as she was draped over the teens’ laps, all six kids joining in as Vickie
got spank-punished in Eve's original state of nakedness for her original sin.
By the time her spanking was finished, her butt was as red as the apple in her
mouth and her pussy was just as juicy.
"WHO'S-BOO-WHO" PART 4 (DANCE OF
THE SEVEN VEILS)
Victoria was about to get in the back seat
of the car when Lynn held her back saying, " Hold on there, Ms V. Let me
put a towel down on the car seat. We don't want Frank's dad's car to get mussed
up and all wet, now do we?"
Vickie was mortified but not too
surprised. The sight of a dripping pussy might be missed in the dark, but her
sex-scent was evident even to herself. She didn't try to deny her state of
arousal, but she did ask Lynn if getting off while getting spanked was a normal
female reaction. Being a virgin and never dating guys, she said, meant she
didn't know much about such naughty things.
"Any stimulation will bring about
emotional and physical reactions," answered Lynn in a hushed whisper.
" But in a girl your age and lack of experience, it usually only happens
when the girl has pent-up desires and/ or Bondage & Discipline
fantasies." Lynn paused for a second as if in deep thought, " Of course,
that reaction also happens when the girl is a total slut." Lynn's last
line was delivered louder and with a beaming grin on her face.
For the next ten minutes no one said
anything. Vickie's face was as red as her butt, Frank was busy driving, and
Lynn was arranging some fabric she'd pulled out of her handbag. All the while,
Vickie shivered and shook in the back seat wondering when she'd get her next
outfit and who the next mystery character might be. A few minutes later Frank
pulled up to the curb and Lynn hopped out to join Vickie, whom she insisted on
now calling Ms V. Lynn was holding three strings and seven white, cotton
handkerchiefs.
"What's that?" asked Vickie.
When told what they were, she asked " Could I borrow one of those
handkerchiefs? I seem to have the sniffles. I'll probably get a cold without
clothing so I hope you have a nice warm costume for the next five houses."
"These aren't for your nose, silly
girl." laughed Lynn. " The handkerchiefs are your costume and the
strings are what will hold them in place. Let me loop the strings on you now. Then
we can get out of the car so I can place the concealing handkerchiefs just
right."
One sting was tied and looped behind
Vickie's head with the front part draping the bridge of her nose. The second
string was tied tight in back and sat just above Vickie's none-too-ample bosom
crossing at her breastbone. The last string hooked over her hips and was tied,
bikini style, on one side so the string was at her waist and above her buttocks
in back and her pussy in front. With the strings attached, the girls got out of
the car. Frank stayed in the car listening to some rock and roll on his i-buds
while Lynn finished Vickie's wardrobe and make-up. First Lynn applied
jungle-red lipstick to Ms V's lips.... both sets.
"Whhhaa what are you doing?' cried
Vickie who was puzzled by this but also uneasy about the way Lynn was slowly,
and at times deeply, applying the nether lips' cosmetic coating.
Lynn had already used the lipstick on Ms
V's upper lips making her look like a five dollar whore. The lower application
was done to make her feel like one. Lynn continued the sensuous cuni-cosmetic
care as she explained how both the make-up and costume were perfect for
Vickie's next character presentation.
"And who might that be?" asked
Victoria.
"Well, Ms V., " said Lynn as she
tried to suppress her giggles, " You will be representing one of the most
famous sluts of all time, Salome of the Seven Veils. You're familiar with her
story, right?"
"Of course, I am," replied an
indignant Victoria who had attended Sunday School since she was six. "
Salome was King Herod's harlot who was in love with John the Baptist and had
the saint's head cut off and served on a silver platter because John loved things
sacred and wasn’t into sex-sluts.
"That's right." said Lynn,
" And to convince Herod to do her jealous bidding, Salome performed a
special striptease called the Dance of the Seven Veils, which was not tease at
all because she took off all her veils." Lynn turned Vickie about and
proceeded to fold three handkerchiefs under the string at her back, thus
covering the young girl's buttock cheeks.
"There's three veils behind,"
said Lynn as she turned Ms V to face front, " And here are two to cover
your iddy-biddy-boobies... and you know, they do completely cover because your
tits are so teeny-weeny."
Vickie was getting very used to these
remarks that belittled her already too little breasts. She was also becoming
familiar with the groping fingers on them and in her pussy as well. Lynn set,
adjusted and tucked in then rubbed and tucked out the handkerchief folded in
the front at Ms V's waist and nicely covering her beautifully shaven pussy
mound. Lynn must have noticed how wet-stained that handkerchief had become, by
cum. Vickie just sighed for a few reasons.
The last veil was the uppermost one with
the last handkerchief folded along the string so as to cover Vickie's face from
below her eyes down past her chin. She looked like a slutty version of Princess
Jasmine from the Disney Aladdin movie. "At least," thought Vickie,
" I'm better covered than I was with those leaves." But, of course,
the dance she'd have to do would change that, Lynn explained both the lines Ms
V was to use and the bit of entertainment she would have to give to stay in
character.
At the first house in this section,
Victoria stepped lightly on to the front porch and rang the doorbell. Frank and
Lynn were right behind her as the door flung open and a tall man who looked to
be in his mid-thirties greeted them with disbelief. His eyebrows raised, his
jaw still dropped and his brow furrowed, the gentleman scratched his head in
confusion and asked, " Aren't you a little too old to be out
trick-or-treating, Miss... or maybe too young to be wearing such an... uummm
adult Halloween costume? Who are you supposed to be, anyway?"
Victoria just stared, dumbstruck and
shaking in fear and humiliation. She was just as shocked as this man seemed to
be. At all the previous houses, she'd been greeted by older high school
students she'd never met before. These boys and girls had been assigned to
shell out. But this was a grown man at the door. What's more, she knew him! He
was Mr. Kenmore, her homeroom teacher. In the darkness, he hadn’t yet recognized
her.
As Victoria stuttered and stammered, not
knowing what to say, Lynn and Frank came to her aid and explained how this
trick-or-treat girl was posing as a famous historical person and would do
something now to give a hint as to who she was. Frank nudged Vickie and woke
her from her stunned silence and frozen stance. Gulping, Vickie shrugged her
shoulders and began a sexy Mid-Eastern Arabesque dance with waving arms and
swaying hips. She tried to maneuver herself into the shadows, but Lynn pulled
her back into the light.
This went on a couple of minutes before
Mr. Kenmore shouted out," Oh.. I've got it! You're supposed to be Salome
of the Seven Veils.. Yes, let's see: I saw three handkerchief veils hiding your
rear seat, One each draped over your two breasts.. that's five.. one masking
you pretty face and one more over your womanly womb-area. Total of seven.”
“But,” he chuckled. “ aren't you going to
take them off as you dance?"
Here Frank stepped in before Vickie could
answer. " You've guessed correctly, sir. But this is a special
trick-or-treat ceremony where Salome has to make five appearances tonight and
leave one or more veils at each house. So she can't strip completely for you,
but you do have your choice of which part of her body you'd like her to bare
for you. Go ahead, choose."
While Frank was saying all this, Vickie
was dreading that Mr. Kenmore would recognize her by the sound of her voice, so
she kept quiet. But now she heard her homeroom teacher say, " It's only
polite to see this young girl's face, don't you think?" And his hand
reached up to pull the face veil off.
But Vickie stepped back and finally dared
to speak, saying " Sir, if I am to be Salome who has danced for you,
surely you must play the role of King Herod and take on his notoriously
lascivious reputation."
The teacher cocked his head to the side in
an attempt to recall a name to fit the voice he'd just heard. He shook his head
unable to come up with a name, but now was more curious than even; he was sure
he recognized that voice. But he was also befuddled by the girl's comments.
" So I am to play the lecherous King? What do you think Herod would want
revealed, young lady?"
"Oh, I think your know, sir"
said Vickie in as sultry a voice she could muster and while placing her hands
on her hips with her index fingers pointing at the handkerchief covering her
pussy."
Mr. Kenmore's face turned beet-red and his
breathing was hard. But Vickie couldn't tell if that was from building sexual
arousal or suppressed anger. It appeared to be the latter, as her homeroom
teacher stared daggers at her and blurted out, " How dare you make such an
offer.. such an offensive assumption? If you prefer to reveal that which should
be hidden and keep secret your true identity, I shall take a peek myself!"
And with that, Mr. Kenmore lifted Vickie's face veil and immediately knew who
she was.
"Miss Hyde! " he shouted as he
dropped the face covering, " I've seen enough and I'm sure your parents
will be interested in knowing what naughty things you get up to!"
"Oh, please sir," cried
Victoria, " Don't tell my dad or mom. They'd feel so disgraced and they're
bound to tan my hide something awful."
"You have a point, Victoria."
conceded the teacher. " As a teacher I should handle this on my own in an
appropriate manner. "
Vickie was relieved but Frank and Lynn
were concerned, and said as much, that the Salome part of the task would be
thrown off kilter if Mr Kenmore didn't take a veil and reveal some naked flesh.
But the homeroom teacher came up with a solution to suit all needs. He would
not take Salome's face covering, he would not remove her pussy-veil. Instead,
he would rip off those three handkerchiefs from her buttocks... thus staying in
lewd King Herod character... and give her the spanking she might expect from
her father, while sparing her parents the shame and disgrace.
Victoria actually thanked him after he
gave her 25 swats across her bare butt. Mr. Kenmore's slow smile right
afterwards showed he knew more than he was letting on, as he glanced at the
palm of his spanking hand and noted it was slimy wet and pungent. Like the
spanks at an earlier house call, Mr. Kenmore's hand strayed from the butt
cheeks to the open pussy every few slaps.
In the second set of the five houses to be
visited as Salome, Victoria handled the scripted intro and quickly went into
her 7-veil dance with special care to wiggle her now bare ass for everyone's
pleasure. The next house was manned by two boys who flipped a coin to determine
who would peel off which veil from Salome the slut. The lad who'd picked the
winning 'Heads' toss decided that was on omen and chose to see who this
dirty-dancer was by removing her face mask. She gave him quick peck on the
cheek for being so gallant and honorable.
His older brother who had picked 'Tails'
said if he'd have won, he would have taken that as an omen too. But it would
have been him doing the kissing on her wet lips between her legs after
snatching the veil from her snatch.
They moved on to the third and fourth houses
where Vickie's two breasts were relieved of their handkerchief coverings before
a mixed crowd of older boys and girls. No spankings at these homes, but veil
removal did involve a certain amount of nipple pinching.
The last Salome Dance venue was manned by
just one lad, a senior who turned out to be the football team's quarterback,
Jack. He heard Vickie out as she explained her role and, now wearing only two
strings above and a single string with folded handkerchief over her pussy
mound, she danced and twerked as sexy as can be.
It turns out Victoria had noticed Jack on
the field in practice and in the hallways between classes. She was smitten and,
by now, as unashamed of her nudity as could be. She was teasing and trying to
be alluring for potential dates in the future. Jack just stood there, tall,
manly and silent as he chewed gum and smiled.
" You know what would be really sexy,
Salome?" Jack asked as his eyes traveled over Vickie's pretty face, long
tresses, cute but tiny boobs, small but bubble-butt ass and, finally, at her
only covering between her thighs. "What would be a real treat and not at
all tricky, is for you to take off your last veil and hand it to me."
Vickie knew if she accidentally touched
her pussy right now, she'd have a massive orgasm. And then she thought 'Maybe
that's what Jack wants to see..' and her hand went on her last veil, she
touched it.. the veil, that is.. her hand lingered.. she hesitated ..time stood
still.
"Oh what the heck," cried Jack,
grinning, " I'll give you a hand." And their two hands touched as
Love and Lust met in a most (and moist) appropriate spot. They shook, so to
speak. And after about two minutes of petting and wetting, Jack took his Salome
souvenir and smiled as he sniffed the final veil. Vickie had to be led away
from the porch by Frank and Lynn, as Ms V was somewhere dark and warm in her
mind.
They all got in the car and drove around
for a while to let Victoria come down from cloud nine in her dreams of 69 with
the school's star quarterback.
"WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 5 ( LADY
GODIVA RIDES AGAIN)
As Frank was nearing the next neighborhood
destination, Lynn told Victoria that her third and final character would be
Lady Godiva who gallantly road through the borough which her husband, the Lord
of the Manor, was lording over by over-taxing the peasants, merchants and
artisans.
"That's wonderful!" beamed
Vickie. "Lady Godiva was a sort of Medieval Feminist, right. Sort of like
the PETA protestors who go naked rather than wear fur. That's a role model I
could really look up to."
Lynn chuckled at Vickie's choice of words,
" Yes, I'll bet many a peasant looked up to her that day as she rode
astride her steed, which you won't have, of course. The game plan is that Lady
Godivahas been left stranded and completely exposed when her horse ran off. So
you're wearing not a stitch of clothing...but you do have a two foot long
wooden switch as a riding crop. That will be the only bit of costume you'll
have this time. But I bet your getting used to nudity by now."
"Indeed I am," grinned Vickie,
happy and confident for the first time that night. Public nudity hadn't been
the end of the world, the spanks hurt a bit but they also seemed to excite her
too. 'And then there was Jack...' Vickie dreamily thought as her smile
broadened.
"Earth to Ms V... Come back from
space.. " joked Lynn. " Now we'd like you to pull this role off
looking, acting and sounding the part of a bold, brazen, naked femme-fatale. So
be haughty, like the horsey set... Speak with a bit of an upper class British
accent, if you can. And let the guys and girls at the door know that you've got
right on your side and a gorgeous body they should be honored as well as happy
to see."
Well," said Vickie a bit nervously,
" I'm sure I can pull off the attitude you want, and the Brit accent
shouldn't be too hard.. but I'm not sure I could convince any guy that my body
is gorgeous."
"Sweetie," smiled Lynn warmly,
" You have beautifully long, curly blonde tresses, smooth unblemished
skin, a sweet smile on a cute face. Of course teenage boys will find you
gorgeous... But mostly that will be because you'll be buck naked with a
clean-shaven pussy mound."
Her spirits bucked up, Victoria made her
way to the first house, as always, accompanied by Frank and Lynn carrying
recording devices. It was getting late by Halloween standards, maybe
nine-thirty, and Victoria was hoping to finish the tour in the next half hour
or less. She didn't want to push her luck with her parents’ patience. She
figured they'd be waiting up until she returned. So she stepped lively and
began her new character routine to the three teens at the door, two girls about
her age and an older boy.
" I am the Lady of this realm, my
good subjects and I seem to require your aid." Vickie began as haughtily
as she could. Her arrogant strutting matched her upper class, snooty tone of
voice. " I have been sacrificing my dignity on your unworthy behalf this
night and have been cruelly betrayed by my steed." She was laying it on
thick. Both Frank and Lynn were quite impressed at how much of an ass Victoria
was making of herself.
Vickie had been pacing back and forth on
the porch in regal style, that is, ignoring those to whom she condescendingly
spoke. They, the three teens, were not amused. As Victoria turned to face them,
with her arms akimbo and her chin out-jutting, the youngest girl stepped out of
the doorway, looked their visitor up and down. then reached forward and pinched
Vickie's right nipple.... hard.
"Owww!!" screamed Vickie who now
crouched down in pain and defensively cowered before 'her subjects'.
"Why'd you do that?' she whimpered.
"You're naked." answer her
assailant. " So I pinched you. Whadaya gonna do 'bout it, Lady Bitch?'
Trying to gather her courage and wits,
Vickie assumed a now less-than-confident attempt at a superior tone, " I
am of royal blood. I am Lady Godiva, wife to my Lord and YOUR Master, young
girl.. and I will not be spoken to in such a manner by a mere.. OWWW!!!"
Lady Godiva's left nipple joined her right
in pinched agony. Still, Victoria persisted in explaining her situation. But
the two girls weren't listening and just stared at her while their older
brother stepped behind this rude, nude trick-or-treat guest. A practical lad,
he took things in hand.... literally.
He was a relief pitcher on the school's
baseball team so he knew what this snooty bitch needed. He pulled his right arm
back, wound up from the stretch, as it were, and gave Vickie's left buttock
cheek a smack with the force of a 90 mile an hour fast ball.
"AYYYHHHHHH!" screamed Vickie,
shocked by this unexpected slap. Her next shout was mixed with sobbing tears as
the boy repeated his pitch on her right butt cheek. Trembling and totally
undone, Vickie felt utterly vulnerable and meekly obeyed when the baseball ace
told her to spread her legs and bend over. When she did, the pitcher threw a
fast slider with the palm of his hand landing directly between Vickie's two
butt cheeks and down the center for strike three on her already wet pussy lips.
Much to Vickie's surprise, the three of
them scooped up hands full of candy bars and threw them into Her Ladyships
pillowcase / loot bag. The older girl mockingly thanked Vickie with a deep bow
followed by a swift kick in the ass to a cringing Lady Godiva who fled to the
street and the safety of Frank's car.
They drove off quickly and parked about
two blocks away in front of their next trick-or-treat house. But they all
stayed inside the car for several minutes while Victoria got over her bruised
ego and buttocks. Lynn got into the back with Vickie and hugged her close, not
just for sisterly consolation, but also because it was getting much colder and
shared body heat helped. Lynn didn't want Ms V to chicken out now when they
were so close to a really fun finale.
The second and third house trips went much
better with just one teenager at each home to greet them. Lady Godiva was less
high spirited and it showed in her toned-down demeanor. She stayed in character
in one respect, though. Vickie's Lady Godiva was proud of what she was doing,
made no attempt to hide her nakedness, indeed she flaunted it as if she were
born to bare ( as only the Royals can.)
The fourth house had a younger hostess to
greet them. A girl who herself had just returned from trick-or-treating and had
no idea of who this Lady Godiva was or the historic role she played.
"You’re who?' said the girl who was
probably in fifth grade. " Lady Gaga? She dresses sexy, not butt-naked.
You sure you’re not one of the Pussy Riot girls? "
Vickie tried to explain the history but
the little girl was not really listening and, frankly, wasn't at all interested
in Lady Godiva's nude ride protest against unfair taxes.
" So, you’re saying you were riding in
a taxi and the cab driver stole all your clothes?
"No, no, no." cried Vickie,
" I am a Lady and my Lord and Master was taxing his people, so I'm riding
around naked to protest"
"Huh? You were naked and your Master
likes looking at you through a peep-hole, huh? What is he, some kind of kinky,
dirty old man?
"NO!..." screamed an exasperated
Vickie, " not 'peep-hole' PEOPLE!... and not a taxi, I said taxes."
"But we're not in Texas, so we're not
your dumb Master's people anyway. Here take a candy bar and get lost."
Frank and Lynn thought it was a riot, but
Vickie, not so much. On they went to their last house of the night where the
pumpkin lantern on the porch was flicking out. It was getting late but there
was a light on inside. An elderly gentleman came to the door with two candy
bars and a lollipop in hand. In the dim light, he had to squint to make out
this strange creature on his porch.
"And who might you be, little girl..
and ummm aren't you rather cold with such a thin costume? " He was very
near-sighted.
" I am Lady Godiva, taking my naked
protest about town and I seek sweet sustenance to help me carry on my journey
and worthy cause." Vickie was happy to get back into her character and
perform before an adult who could appreciate it.
The old man reached into his shirt pocket
and donned his eyeglasses, " Oh, sorry, I thought that was a body suit you
were wearing. So you're Lady Godiva, eh? Your husband, Lord Muck-a-muck, has
raised my property taxes for the last time, young lady!" The old man
figured if this non-costumed teenager could role-play, he'd show her. He could
do it too!
" I'm sick and tired of being pushed
around and robbed blind by the likes of you and your hoity-toity husband."
shouted the old geezer, " And I'm fighting back."
With that the old fella grabbed the switch
from Vickie's hand and, in one deft move that surprised them all, he pulled
Vickie over the porch railing so she was balanced on the three-foot high wooden
wall with her legs dangling over the porch floor and her head shoved into the
cedar bush facing the house. For a good minute or so he lit into her bare ass
with the switch, leaving her butt cheeks covered in red stripes. He did not
forget his manners, though, and handed her an apple for her loot bag before
waving the naked and sorry Vickie good-bye.
At last, her trial was over. "Who's-Boo-Who' had come to a successful
completion.... or so Victoria thought.
"There’s just one more task you have
to do." said Frank " Your journey must end as the theme, 'unabashed
nudity' demands. You live about a 15 minute walk from school, right? Yeah, well
we are going to drop you off as you are now, totally naked, at the front steps
of the school and it will be up to you to walk home naked. Now don't worry. You
can get dressed before your parents see you because we're going to put all your
clothes into your loot bag and leave it on the front. You'll be home,
completely dressed, not too late just like you promised them.
The loot bag with the candy and all of
Vickie's clothes were placed in the car trunk and Frank and Lynn dropped Vickie
off, as he said, right on the steps of their high school. Through the car
windows they waved good-bye and good luck to Vickie who smiled back at them and
began the final stage of her "Who's-Boo-Who' night, a naked journey home.
She took her time walking back, and even
though it was very cold by now, she kept her heart warm thinking of how she had
dared to do things she'd never thought possible, how she had met and enjoyed so
many kids her age and older, and especially how she had caught the eye of that
total hunk, Jack. Her rep as a daring and wild girl, one of the cool kids, was
guaranteed. And all that in one night of fun and, best of all, she will get
home soon and her parents would be none the wiser. Vickie sighed and picked up
the pace, eager to get into her warm bed.
At that exact moment several blocks away,
Frank was humming to himself and Lynn was looking rather perplexed as they
drove.
" Frank, I think you're going in the
wrong direction. Victoria's house is that way." said Lynn as she pointed
out the back window of the car.
Frank smiled wide and chuckled, "
Yeah. I know."
"You bastard!" laughed Lynn,
" Okay, wise-ass, you think you're such a bad-ass." Lynn pulled put
her cell-phone and proceeded to dial. " You know Vickie is going to have
an absolute...wait, Frank.. hold on . umm oh, hello. Is this Mrs. Hyde? Good,
you're still up... I was just calling to tell you that Victoria has just left
the party and she decided it was such a nice night, she wanted to walk home.
Yeah, that's right.. So she should be home in about 15 or 20 minutes or so. It
is a bit cool out, though.. so you might want to have a nice hot cup of cocoa
waiting for her. I just called to make sure you were up to greet her.. yes, well
thank you. Ah maybe you should turn your porch light on so she can see her way
in.. Yes, uh huh.. Well you're welcome. Good night now. "
Grinning, Frank said, " You are such
a BITCH! I love it! "
"That's Queen Bitch to you,
Frank." smiled Lynn " Guess who's boo-hooing now. " They gave
each other high-fives and drove on.
.
(End of File)