Zoe, Stripped - A Stripped for Florida Tribute

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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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Zoe, Stripped.
A Stripped for Florida Tribute.

My mother had apparently never thought about taking a job in Florida before my parents got divorced, but with the money she got from her part of dad’s practice and the house, apparently she could swing it. Which is why she decided at forty five to transfer to Florida and buy a condo. I picked her and Florida because it wasn’t Omaha.

Which is why I spent the June before my freshman year of high school unpacking boxes in a waterfront Condo, or sipping a cold coke by the pool while mom worked across the Intercostal at Bay Pines.

…Or so I thought.

It turns out that about two doors down a couple with a girl my age was also moving in, and my mother saw it as an excuse for Her and I to make some new friends.

Knock. Knock. My mother’s knuckles rapped on the door, as I stood in the hallway holding a crockpot full of Jambalaya.

Eventually the door opened, and a brunette who couldn’t have been older than thirty peered out from behind a ballgag and a pair of glasses. I looked her up and down, and she wasn’t really wearing anything besides a collar and piercings. I knew people stripped their kids in Florida, not that I’d ever been, but I didn’t know regular adults would just go naked like that as well. She held up a finger for a brief moment before reaching back to take off her gag, and through the drool and a sore jaw call out. “Mistress, the neighbors are here,” before turning back to us. “Sorry about that, I’m Harriet, and my wife Erin should be here in just a minute. Would you like to come in?”

“Sure,” My mother replied, “I’m Shannon, and my daughter Zoe is the one with the pot. Do you like Cajun food?”

Harriet nodded as she led us in, down a long hallway, to a living room, and I dropped the pot off on the kitchen island along the way. Their living room was in even more shambles than ours was, but there was a lot of furniture I didn’t recognize amid the boxes.

“Hello,” a woman a little younger than my mother said, as she came out of what I guess was a bedroom into the hallway. “I’m Erin, and you’ve already met Harriet. You are?”

“Shannon and Zoe, Mistress,” Harriet supplied.

“We brought Jambalaya.” My mother said, as weirded out by the couple as I was. Erin was in contrast to her wife, well dressed, in that ‘I just got home from the office way,’ with a cute sleeveless blouse and a skirt covering anything indecent, while her sort of sandy grey hair hung loose aside from a couple of braids.

“Thank you,” Erin said, as she gestured for us to sit down on a couch that was in a more open part of the floor. “Harriet, could you get the nice woman and her child a drink? I’ll have a scotch and soda, and you’ll be having water.”

“Miss Harriet, could I have a coke?” I replied.

“I’ll take a scotch and soda as well if that’s all right with you.” My mother said, as she looked at Erin.

“Of course.” Erin replied. “Are you new to the area?”

“Yes, we just moved from Omaha last week, and before that, I’m from Baton Rouge.” Mom said. “Are you native?”

“Maryland actually, Harriet and the kids were all born here though.” Erin said, “Still we can help you get settled in. Do you have a school picked out yet?”

“I have her signed up for Boca Ciega for now, though my coworkers gave me looks for it. Where do you send yours?” My mother asked.

“I’m actually the principal of a charter school here.” Erin replied as Harriet returned with a tray of drinks. “It’s a K-12, and it’ll be a lot better than Bogie is.”

“Bogie was okay, but you could do better.” Harriet said as she handed out our drinks and sat down at her Mistress’ feet. “I miss it a bit, and used to sub there before I met Mistress.”

“You had twins there.” Erin responded.

“Because I was stripped and my parents thought all the stripped boys were safe, so I didn’t need to be on the pill.” Harriet said, “even then, I still had a 3.5 in Dual Enrollment.”

“Wait, how old are you?” My mother asked Harriet.

“Twenty four.”

“Wait, don’t you have to put on clothes at twenty one if you’re stripped?” I said.

“Usually,” Erin said, but not always.

“My parents stripped me and my twins for life when they were born.” Harriet said. “I haven’t worn anything outside besides traveling clothes or a suit in twenty years.”

“Huh. And they let you teach?” Mom said as she took a sip of her drink.

“The school district is actually about forty percent stripped, and there’s a bunch of other stripped teachers.” Erin replied, “At our school it’s closer to ninety percent of the student body, our Kindergarten team and some of the other teachers including Harriet. You wouldn’t think it but it helps a lot with behavioral problems.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, now very concerned as I saw both of them sizing me up.

“Well, it helps with economic discrimination, builds confidence, and I can also just make a kid cum their brains out to divert problem behavior or reward good behavior if the parents allow it.” Harriet replied as her wife took a drink and stroked her hair.

Now my mother was looking at me, my Hoodie, and my leggings as I shifted away from her gaze. “What? It’s cold in the Condo.”

Before I could say anything else, the front door burst open, and a pair of nude girls walked in. “Mom,” The blonde said. “Suzie’s mom has to work late tonight, so can she stay over?”

“Suzie, where’s your father?”

“Still in Dublin.”

“Yes she can stay, but I don’t want you two staying up all night or keeping the twins up.” Erin said, “Also, Suzie, Avery, these are our new neighbors…”

“You can call me Doctor Landry, and this is my daughter Zoe, who should be about your age.”

I waved.

“Why don’t you three go get to know each other while we talk.” Erin said before looking down at her wife, “Honey, why don’t you go prep dinner.”

“Mom, can I take my clip off?” Avery asked.

“Yes, you can keep it off tonight, but take your pills before you wash off.” Erin said absentmindedly, “I can smell the beach on you two.”

“Yes ma’am,” Suzie said.

Suzie grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into the master bathroom with them, before plopping me down on the toilet. Suzie then bent down while Avery was grabbing something out of the medicine cabinet, and unfolded Avery’s labia from whatever jewelry she was wearing.

“You’d think they’d at least make these taste better.” Avery said, as she swallowed a pill and her penis fell free of her clip.

“Wait, you’re a guy?” I said, as Suzie twirled Avery’s penis around before taking it in her mouth, and caressing her thigh.

“Was.” Avery said, as she waved the piece of jewelry around, “I still have the dick though, which is why I wear a clip.”

“But your mom tells you when you can take it off?”

“Yes.” Avery said, as Suzie took her dick out of her mouth, and looked Avery in the eye as she stuck her tongue out. “Good girl.”

“I think it’s a sex thing, like with her stepmom.” Suzie said, as she let go of her friend’s dick and went to turn on the shower. “Adults here are weird like that.”

“So what is going on with your moms anyway?” I asked, as I slumped back. “And did Suzie just suck your dick?”

“No, she drank my piss.” Avery said as she tested the shower. “My mom met Harriet at a school board thing like four years ago, and immediately took her in as her submissive. That also extends to her kids, and me, but that’s normal here. You’re taking this really well for someone new to Florida.”

“How do you know I’m new here?”

“You’re wearing tights and a knee length skirt in June.” Suzie said. “Even the kids who aren’t stripped here would be in a tee and shorts at most.”

“Suzie, water’s ready.”

I ended up having to look up the program on my phone while those two showered, and Suzie came out loud. Learning more about it, I thought maybe I should have stayed with dad and his other family after all.

Eventually, with their hair and bodies dried off, I was led to what was a pretty normal bedroom, aside from all the moving boxes everywhere and the contents of the pictures. Oh, and the two naked girls, one with a rock hard erection.

…Who immediately tackled and stripped me down to my underwear, tearing my tights in the process. Thank god I was wearing my new, definitely illegal in Nebraska swimsuit, which I managed to hold on to.

“Sorry about that, but the twins are probably coming in here soon, and they’ll be asking a lot of questions if they see a kid wearing more clothes than a nun. Lord knows you’re blushing like one.” Avery said. “Anyway, how good are you at Mario Kart?”

“Pretty good.” I replied.

Apparently, despite the two of them being horny as hell, I couldn’t keep up with them while trying to cover myself. So for nine consecutive races, I never made it past fifth place, while Suzie and Avery were always first or second aside from one race where Suzie got hit by a blue shell at the last second and Avery was too busy cumming to play. Still it was fun, and while we played, we talked about how different things were here from Omaha, boys, food. I felt at home, and after a while, forgot I was in my swimsuit, sitting next to a redhead whose breath still smelled like piss, and a blonde with an erection bigger and harder than my dildo.

Eventually we were interrupted by a pair of seven year olds tackling Avery. The two were wearing matching powder blue hair ribbons (one in pigtails, the other holding up a ponytail,) collars, and cuffs. They also had matching nipple rings and tape over their crotches.

“Sarah, Harper, how many times have I told you to knock first.” Avery said, as Suzie paused the game.

“Mistress said it was our turn on the Nintendo.” The one with pigtails said.

“I wanna play Mario!” ponytail said.

“Suzie, can you get the other controller?” Avery said, as she sat up. “And why are you two taped up?”

“Mistress said she didn’t want us dropping anything while we had guests over.” ponytail said.

“Dropping anything? I asked.

“A lot of parents here have their stripped kids wear vibrators or ben-wa balls.” Suzie explained. “If they’re not clipped to something occasionally they fall out.”

“Ah.” Right, Florida.

“Who are you?” pigtails demanded, as both of them realized I was there.

“I’m Zoe, your neighbor.”

“Why are you dressed? You’re not a grownup!” pigtails continued.

“I’m from Nebraska, everyone wears clothes there.”

Pigtails wasn’t satisfied by that, and yanked the string on my brand new bottom hard enough to pull it loose and make it fall. As I went to catch it, Ponytail went and pulled the string holding up my top.

I shrieked.

Mom and Erin came rushing in, and saw me hunched over, bra cup draped over one arm as I held my top on, with the other holding the front of my bottom up. Ponytail had in that time managed to grab my controller, and Pigtails was turning on another one. Suzie was trying not to laugh, and failing while Avery was mad.

“Don’t bother trying to fix that. Side ties are a pain to fix, and dinner is almost ready.” My mom said, sounding slightly tipsy. “Also, Mrs. Haversham and I were talking, and we think it’d be good for you to stay naked tonight. As an experiment.”

“Really?” I said, as I moved my hand around to at least get both my bra cups up.

“Yes, really.” Mom said in her discipline voice, “Now give me your clothes, and then go back to playing xbox or whatever till dinner.”

Wordlessly, Suzie handed me the pile of clothes that had been sitting next to her, and I handed those, and my swimsuit over to my mom.

“I’ll get you a bag for that.” Erin, or Mrs. Haversham said from the hallway, “Also, Shannon, do you want another drink?”

“Actually, let me go grab a couple bottles from my unit while I drop Zoe’s clothes off and change.” Mom said. “I’ve got a rosado I think you’d love.”

When dinner did come, eight people crowded around the table, and I ended up getting sat between my mother and Suzie, and opposite Avery and Harriet. The adults kept talking about whatever they had been, which wandered from wine and real estate, to my dad and Mrs. Haversham’s ex-husband. The twins were better behaved than they had been before, and if it hadn’t been for everyone aside from two people being completely naked, and the other two dressed for a hot date, it would’ve been pretty normal.

I didn’t contribute much to the conversation, because I was too busy trying to eat with one hand while covering my chest with the other.

“I don’t know where you got this from.” My mother said, “and I’m worried about how you’ll fit in if you keep wearing hoodies and tights everywhere.”

“Honestly, your nipples look fine, and your breasts are a good size for your age, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your body.” Harriet said, as she leaned over to clean up some of ponytail’s food that had fallen into her lap.

I was still beet red. “I think I just need time to adjust.” I said, before taking another bite.

“I think you need more than that.” Mom said. “your swimsuit is more modest than the ones my mother was wearing when I was your age. It’s more modest than the ones I wear.”

“You wear a one piece though.”

“Honey, that’s a thong.”

“You should consider stripping her for real.” Mrs. Haversham said, “It’ll fix that, and keep her from getting tan lines. I did it with Avery back when I thought it was just a phase, and it turned out okay.”

“Is it that expensive?”

“You bought a two bedroom right?” Harriet asked.

“Yes.” Mom replied.

“If you’re going to strip her for life it’s about as much as one of your mortgage payments, otherwise it’s only like a car payment.” Harriet said.

“Why do you know that off hand?”

“My class went to Finance Park the week before the end of the year.” Harriet said. “This was part of their curriculum.”

Mom and I just stared at her, while everyone else just understood that.

“Finance Park is a financial education program the School Board and the Education Foundation run. There’s a couple week course on financial literacy, and then a field trip.” Mrs. Haversham said, “You two looked like you had fun.”

“I had to work for Utilities.” Suzie said, as she crossed her arms.

“Suzie, you drink pee.” Harriet said, “We thought you’d like it.”

“Hey, at least you didn’t have to drive the bus.” Avery said as she glared at her friend.

“Oh that actually sounds fun.” Mom said, “do they do it in High School as well?”

“No, there’s an elementary program and a middle school one, and that’s it.” Mrs. Haversham said.

“Yeah, the optimal strategy for it is to just strip your kids, because it’s $500 each, and you can then throw money around elsewhere.” Avery said. “You couldn’t strip yourself though.”

“Does stripping actually save money?” I asked. “Because you guys have some weird stuff around.”

Mrs. Haversham laughed. “You’d think so, and the state says you will, but you just end up spending it all on piercings, sex toys and accessories.” She said, as she looked at her wife. “Harriet has more shoes than Imelda Marcos.”

“Mistress, I do not,” Harriet replied in a huff, “And you’re the one who buys them for me. But even before I met you I spent a ton on toys for Sarah and Harper.”

“So what can you do with them?” Mom said as she looked me over. “I’ve seen piercings, and I saw a boy spurt like a volcano at a rest stop, but is there a limit?”

“You can’t cause permanent injury, you can’t expose them to pornography, use them to produce pornography, or pimp them out, and you can’t penetrate them with anything other than toys or fingers, or let them penetrate you at all unless you’re stripped.” Mrs. Haversham said, as she looked up and counted them off on her fingers. I looked around, and I saw that everyone else seemed to be preparing for something else coming up. “I know what you’re thinking, and unfortunately a strap-on counts as penetrative sex.”

“But a stripped adult can do that?” Mom said.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be like a particularly stupid close in age exemption, but it lets me do stuff like this.” Mrs. Haversham said, “Avery, you’ve been a good girl all dinner, and you’re looking antsy, so why don’t you go and satisfy yourself with mommy? Suzie, you can join in if you want.”

Harriet nodded, and both of them pushed their chairs out, while the twins and Mrs. Haversham just put their forks down and picked their drinks up in a practiced motion. Suzie also picked up Harriet’s drink for her.

Then, Avery grabbed both of Harriet’s arms together, and slammed her torso down into a clear part of the table directly across from me.

Then, with a moan from Harriet, Avery entered her, and began to plow this woman with speed and ferocity I’d only seen in particularly hardcore porn. It was about all I could do to keep my drink from spilling as they shook the table, and my mother barely caught hers in time.

I didn’t know how to react, and I just froze there mortified, as I watched my friend’s stepmother turn into a moaning mess. From the corner of my eye, I saw my mother slip a hand under her skirt, while Mrs. Haversham and Suzie just passively watched, and the twins seemed bored with it.

Eventually, a couple minutes later they were done, and sat back down at the table. Suzie then dove under the table for a couple minutes before resurfacing and looking smug.

“Obviously I don’t do have them do that in public, but it is perfectly legal here.” Mrs. Haversham continued. “But if your daughter jumps Avery’s bones, that’s illegal because they’re both below the age of consent but Zoe isn’t stripped, and she could be stripped or put on the sex offender registry if it got out.”

I sat for a moment and thought about that. It was confusing, but I guess that made sense in a weird way.

“Huh.” Mom said. “That’s a lot.”

“It’s pretty simple really, the whole point of Stripped for Florida for locals is being able to control your child’s development, not to get your rocks off.” Harriet said, coming out of her post-orgasmic haze “That’s for tourists.”

“So why were you stripped for life?” I asked.

“My father said if I was going to let some boy knock me up at seventeen, that I was a whore and I should dress like one.” Harriet said. “Joke’s on him, because stripping paid all my bills before I met Erin.”

“But you’re stripped.”

“Most strippers are now, you can still wear clothes in a private establishment.” Harriet said, “and you don’t have to dress like a nun when you’re off work to avoid tanlines. It’s better than working as a waitress if you’re old enough.”

“So you sold me on it, what do I need to do?” Mom said, still pretty drunk.

“We can go down to the CVS on the corner and just get her a chip.” Mrs. Haversham, who was still also drunk said. “They’re twenty four hours.”

“But Mom—” I said, before being cut off.

“No buts, I’ve been concerned about how you’ve been dressing since the divorce, and I’m going to fix it tonight.” She said, before slamming the last of her drink. “So we’re going to CVS, and you’re getting that chip right now.”

“Avery, can you go get your mother’s robe and my keys?” Harriet said. “Also, Suzie, I need you and Avery to watch the twins, we should be back in just a little bit, but if we’re out longer, you need to put them to bed by nine.”

“We can walk, it’s only like two blocks.” Mrs. Haversham said.

“Erin, you got drunk enough you had Avery fuck me at the dinner table in front of a woman you met three hours ago. You’re not walking anywhere tonight.” Harriet said.

“Fine.” Mrs. Haversham said, as she sat down and crossed her arms. “Suzie, don’t let the twins watch HBO again. I don’t need Megan coming into my office to complain about their language again.”

“Yes ma’am.” Suzie said. “Can you bring ice cream back for us?”

Mom shrugged, as Avery returned with car keys and a bathrobe. “Sure, I’ll buy.”

And with that, I had to put on a bathrobe and my sandals, grab my mother’s purse and my old school ID, and be marched down to the parking garage by two drunks and a nudist, before we all piled into my mom’s Volvo, since there were too many booster seats in Harriet’s van.

By the time we got there, Mom was excitedly talking about all the things she was going to do to me, and Mrs. Haversham was trying to sell her on sending me to her school.

We crossed the parking lot surprisingly quickly, given that the two drunks were stumbling, but I just wanted to get inside before the wind blew my robe open, not that it would matter in about five minutes anyway.

As soon as we went inside, my mother dragged me by the hand to the check out, while Harriet and her wife grabbed a basket to go load up on Ice cream.

My mother slammed our IDs and her credit card on the counter. “We’re new residents, I’m stripping her give me the good one.” She said.

“Ma’am, I can’t put a Stripped for life chip on a credit card.” The cashier, who was stripped, said as she leaned back. “And you really shouldn’t be buying this on a whim. I can sell you the regular one though, which will still be good until your daughter is twenty one.”

“Fine then I’ll write a fucking check if I have to.” My mother growled as she reached back into her purse. “And I know what I want.”

“Fine.” The cashier said, as she rung up the transaction. “I’m sorry kid, but it’s this or my job.”

“I understand.”

“You should probably fill out the paperwork.” The cashier said.

“Yeah, probably.” I replied as I shoved my mom out of the way, and grabbed the pen. “Mom, what’s your social security number?”

It actually wasn’t that long of a form to fill out, and was mostly just my information, my mom’s information, and the ID number of the chip on the bandage that I had to put behind my ear. I was done by the time our driver and her wife were back with like eight pints of ice cream and a twelve pack of root beer. And then mom ripped off my borrowed bathrobe right in the middle of the store.

The last clothes I was ever going to wear in my life.

As that hit me, I collapsed in the middle of the floor and started crying.

“Hey,” Harriet said, as she rubbed my back. “It’s not so bad. It’s only really here, and you get used to it pretty fast. If you want to sleep over with Avery and Suzie tonight to get used to it you can.”

I nodded.

“Perfect, now can you be a good girl and help me get your mom and my mistress back in the car?” Harriet said. “Then we can go home, and you can eat all the ice cream and play all the games you want for the rest of the night. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded again, and then slowly stood up.

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