Be Careful What You Ask For 4

By David

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I was admittedly a strange child, obsessed with odd little fantasies but too shy to tell anyone. During my adolescence I embarked on a series of secret adventures to satisfy my insatiable curiosity. Only when I got caught did I realize just how careful you have to be about what you ask for … it just might come true!

Part Four – From Daydreaming to Living a Nightmare!

Well, it had to happen. I got caught.

After sneaking around for more than a week and playing my secret naked adventures at Mrs. Taylor’s home, my luck ran out and I was confronted by the strangest pair of young girls I’d ever met in my life. As much as I’d fantasized about being naked in front of real live girls and real live women and as much as I prayed for it to happen, I never really wanted it. Not really. It was just a silly game. I mean, I was much too shy and bashful … and not to mention a complete and total coward. Why do you think I spent most of my time hiding behind closed doors? I just thought it was a fun fantasy, a thing to think about in private but never to actually come true!

But there I was, standing in the middle of Mrs. Taylor’s garden, naked as a tadpole, my bare bottom, my whole body, completely exposed before those two little black girls, six year old Niecy and her ten year old sister Tessie. Dressed alike in pretty, bright blue frocks and crispy white aprons, they cast a formal image in their prim and proper outfits while I looked absolutely ridiculous in my bare skin!

It was the worst day in my entire life!

“See, Tessie!” Niecy, the younger of the two, insisted. “I told you I found a real live angel!”

The wide eyed girl pointed at me with wonder, her eyes alight with curiosity about the curly headed, bashful creature she’d discovered amidst the collection of classic art statues that littered the curious garden.

Tessie, the eldest of the two, dismissed her sister’s claim and saw me for what I was; a naked boy terrified of getting caught doing something he shouldn’t. Where her littler sibling stared at me with wonder and delight, she laughed wildly, determined to bring attention to her discovery.

“Niecy, that’s no angel! That’s a nekkid boy! It's a nekkid white boy!”

“Please go away,” I whined. “You … you’re not … supposed to be here ….”

Tessie laughed. “Uh-uh! We s'posed to be here all right. You the one who ain’t s’posed to be here, nekkid boy! You in big trouble and it starts right now!”

Before I could reply Tessie turned toward the house and shouted at the top of her lungs: “MAMA, NIECY FOUND A NEKKID WHITE BOY IN THE GARDEN!!! MAMA!!! NIECY FOUND A NEKKID WHITE BOY!!! WHAT WE S’POSED TO DO WIF HIM???”

Oh geez, this isn’t supposed to be happening, I thought to myself. I’m in so much trouble, I’m so screwed … this wasn’t supposed to happen ….

An older female voice called out and there was a commotion of some sort, including a heated discussion between the two sisters. I didn’t pay much attention, I was so scared and in such a panic I didn’t hear anything but the beating of my heart. Only when I felt a pair of hands on each of my arms dragging me from my hiding place did I come out of the fog of confusion.

“Come along, nekkid boy,” the oldest girl commanded. “Mama don’t believe us, so we gots to show you to her.”

"Please, no! Don't touch meeeee ...."

Now, you’d think an eleven year old boy could easily overpower two little girls in prissy dresses, especially if one of them was a second grader. But not me, and most definitely not right then and there. Oh sure, I could put on a good show under different conditions, but at that moment and in that situation I was better at begging for mercy than fighting a pair of girls.

“Please let me go!” I begged. “You’re ... hurting me … please … don’t hurt me ….”

My pleading did no good, of course, and my wiggling and writhing just made things worse. Both girls had a firm hold on my arms, gripping me so hard the skin around my wrists burned like it was on fire! Naked and afraid, I was so weak with despair that I could barely walk, much less try to escape. My knees buckled and my bare feet drug on the rough paving stones as my giggling captors led me from the safety of the garden toward the house.

The fact that the girls were black worked against me. I’d been raised in predominantly a white bread neighborhood and went to a school with very few black children. Fueled by my fears and prejudices at the time, I was intimidated by the power of those little black hands on my pale white skin; in turn, my strength was sapped and I broke down in tears. This delighted my captors.

“Wow, he’s a real crybaby,” the older girl, Tessie, said brightly. “I’m not even hurtin’ him and he’s crying like a little baby!”

“Please let me go,” I sobbed in shame. “I wanna go home. I just wanna go home ….”

“Uh-uh!” My tormentor snorted scornfully. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere except to see our mama. So stop your cryin’ and stop bein’ such a danged sissy!”

I finally gave up trying to get away. No matter which way I turned the two sisters held on tight, eventually twisting my arms behind me like a prisoner of war and leaving my bare body exposed to the view of anyone who bothered looking. I looked down at my privates and was so ashamed to see my penis bouncing happily about, ignorant of my misery.

“He’s so pretty, just like Mrs. Taylor’s angel statue,” Niecy said happily. “You sure he ain’t no angel?”

“Niecy, you crazy!” Tessie laughed as if that was the funniest thing she’d ever heard in her life. “Believe me, this ain’t no angel!”

The littler girl was clearly disappointed. “Well, he’s still pretty.”

“He’s pretty, huh? You think this little thang is pretty?” Tessie reached down and gave my penis a quick flick with her finger, right on the tip. “Boy, I don’t know why you even bother having that thang, it’s so tiny!”

“OWW!!! That hurt!” I squeaked. “Don’t touch me down there … please, don’t touch me ….”

WHAP!!! SMACK!!! WHACK!!! I suddenly felt like I’d been hit with an electric shock as Tessie slapped away at my bare bottom with her free hand. I cried out in pain, which resulted in me getting another series of piercing slaps.

“OW! OW! OW!” I cried out. “You’re hurting me! You’re hurting me!”

“Stop crying, you big baby,” Tessie growled. “Nobody hurt you. Keep it up and we’ll really give you something to cry about!”

A hard pinch on my bare bottom punctuated her threat. This was followed by another one under my arm and a third on my nipple.

“No, please … OW! Please … stop it! STOP IT!!!”

The next thing I knew, there were little black hands everywhere, roaming all over my body, poking and pinching me and doing all sorts of rude things. I tried to get away, but all I could do was cry.

“OWWW!!!” I squealed out loud. “Stop it stop it stop it!!! You’re hurting meeeee!!! STOP IIIIIIIIIT …!!!!”

“Aw, don’t cry, nekkid little angel boy,” Tessie said with a snort. “We’s just playin’.”

By now I was so scared my penis had withdrawn into my body so far all you could see was the tip. I tried pressing my thighs together to hide myself, but that just made things worse by making my balls stick out even more. I was so ashamed I thought I was going to die.

“Poor angel boy,” Niecy cooed. “Don’t cry. I still think you pretty. A pretty angel what lost his wings.”

“Stop looking at me,” I sobbed. “You’re not supposed to be here … you’re not supposed to see me … like this ….”

“Oh, shush, nekkid boy,” Tessie ordered. “You don’t tell her what to do. And you don’t tell me what to do, either! We tell you what to do, so you just keep quiet!”

"Yeah, you don’t tell me what to do! We tell you what to do!" repeated the littler girl. She gave me a fierce twist on my wrist, causing me to wince in pain. I nodded and bit my lip.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything you say … just don’t hurt me!”

Another hard PINCH!!! on my bare butt caused me to squeal out with pain.

“EEEEK!!! STOP PINCHING MEEEEEEE!!!!”

The two girls laughed at my pitiful response. Looking back after all these years, I can’t blame them. I probably would have done the same if I’d caught a kid running around naked in my back yard.

“See, I tol’ you he not so tough,” Tessie bragged. “He just a big ol’ crybaby!”

Niecy smiled a toothy smile. “Yeah, he jus’ a big ol’ crybaby! A big ol’ nekkid crybaby!”

As I was drug onto the patio I closed my eyes and thought about those stupid fantasies I had about being naked. For a just an instant I remembered how much fun it had been pretending to be caught in my birthday suit and put on display for a bunch of girls and women; the idea of being bullied and teased while in the nude seemed so exciting, even thrilling at one time.

But not now. Not anymore.

This wasn’t like my silly little games. Not at all. It was hard to believe that I had ever enjoyed the thought of being kidnapped and held prisoner against my will. At one time I even thought that getting a spanking might be fun. And now I knew better; trapped in the grip of these two contemptuous, jeering girls, my clothes so far away they just as well not exist, I was one miserable puppy.

I truly wished I’d never been born.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” I whispered as we stepped up on the patio. “I just can’t believe this is real.”

By the time we arrived at kitchen door I’d ceased struggling; I was too tired and besides, it wasn’t doing me any good. My wrists ached and my bottom still burned from Tessie slapping and pinching me, leaving me a blubbering mess, coughing and choking in my grief.

An adult voice suddenly caught my attention. “Girls, what in the world do you got there? What in heaven’s name is going on here?”

Through burning tears I could see an extraordinarily tall, heavy set woman emerge from the house. A stern scowl spread across her broad, black face as she looked down at me. A suspicious glare shone from her eyes. Just like the two girls, she also wore a bright blue dress and a crisp white apron, though hers was large enough to serve as a tent for all three of us children.

Oh no … who’s this, I thought to myself. This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all!

I felt so ashamed, so helpless and scared, as I was brought before this powerful woman by her two overeager daughters; I was so afraid, in fact, that I almost peed myself right there in front of them all.

“What is the meaning of this?” the large woman squawked. “Child, what are you doing on Mrs. Taylor’s property? And what on earth happened to your clothes?”

My newest foe was intimidating to say the least. Up close her sheer size – and her coarse manner – made me feel like a little child. She had to be as big as my dad and, judging from the scowl on her face, twice as mean. Oddly enough, she smelled of furniture polish and fabric softener, which really confused me.

“Is that a boy? What’s he doing here? Lord, he’s so pretty, I thought at first he was a girl. Look at that curly hair and those little titties!”

Niecy laughed. “See, sister! Even Mama says he’s pretty!”

The black lady snorted. “Where in the heaven’s name did you find him? Boy, what’s your name? And where in the world are your clothes? What for pity’s sake is wrong with you?”

“Lookit what we got, Mama!” Niecy squealed. “I found me a angel! A real live angel!”

Tessie snorted. “I done told you he ain’t no angel, Niecy! That’s just some nekkid boy what’s been sneaking ‘round Miz Taylor’s garden! Ain’t that right, Mama? Ain’t I right?”

It turned out that the woman was Miss Thelma, Mrs. Taylor’s longtime housekeeper. She didn’t seem very happy to see me. I wasn’t too happy to see her, either. The way I figured it, she was the reason I was in this mess to begin with; if she hadn’t gotten sick I wouldn’t have been offered the job of feeding Mrs. Taylor’s cat and fish and watering those stupid plants. And if I hadn’t been offered that job I wouldn’t have been tempted to run around her house in my birthday suit; and I sure as heck wouldn’t have ended up standing stark naked on Mrs. Taylor’s patio trying to talk my way out of a bad situation.

Well, that’s how I saw it, anyway.

Talk about irony.

Anyway, I eventually learned that Miss Thelma recovered from her illness and had come over to prepare the house for Mrs. Campbell's eventual return. Tessie and Niecy helped their mother on occasion, cleaning the house and doing chores and earning a little money along the way; the matching dresses and aprons were part of their housekeeping uniform. The only thing that didn’t fit in the picture was the naked boy with the curly blond hair and panicked look on his face standing in their midst.

“Can I …? May I … have my clothes, please?” I sobbed as I made my request. “I wanna go home.”

“You can’t have anything until you put your hands down and stop playing with yourself! That’s nasty!”

“I wasn’t … what?” I looked down and realized I’d been covered my privates with my hands. I started to explain, but a sharp SLAPPP!!! on my bare butt caused me to cry out in pain.

“You heard my mama, nekkid boy!” Tessie fussed. “Do as she say and take your danged hands off your danged weenie!”

Miss Thelma almost smiled.

“Put your hands by your sides and look me in the eye, boy. Do it if you don’t want me to beat your butt!”

As much as it pained me, I complied with Miss Thelma’s command, closing my eyes in shame as I left my penis and balls open to everyone’s view. That got the girls giggling and whispering again.

“That’s a little bit better, I suppose,” said the grinning woman.

Miss Thelma was an immense black woman, so tall that her humongous breasts were at eye level for me, which was really awkward. I tried not to look directly at them, so I craned my head back to look her in the face. I felt helpless standing naked before her, as if I’d lost total control of my situation; she could have done anything she wanted to me and I would have been powerless to stop her.

“Now, answer my questions, nekkid boy. What are you doing running around on Mrs. Taylor’s property with your nekkid butt hanging out? Speak up or there will be big trouble.”

“I just want my clothes so I can go home!” I cried. “You can’t do this to me! Let me inside so I can get my clothes!”

Another sharp SLAPPP!!! set my bottom ablaze and I burst out in tears. It was Tessie, of course. She’d figured out she could do as she wanted without any fear of retaliation from me, so she smacked at me again, fussing at me as if she would a little child.

“Don’t you talk to my mama like that! Do it again and I’ll get me a switch and wear your butt out!”

I looked up at Miss Thelma for help but she just smiled. “I’d do like that girl say if I were you. She helps me babysit and she loves paddling little boys’ bare bottoms. Now why don’t you calm down and tell me what’s going on?"

The large black woman grabbed my chin and forced me to look up into her eyes. it was as if she was trying recall whether she'd seen me before, which to my knowledge she had not; I would have surely remembered the likes of her!

"Now, let's try this again. What's your name, nekkid boy?"

I started to tell her, but stopped myself. If I told her my name, then she was going to call my parents, and I just couldn't deal with that right then.

"Not gonna tell me, huh? That's all right. Maybe the police can find out who you are when they get here!"

Thank goodness for the girls. They were so eager to talk they jumped in and took the pressure off me for a precious few minutes. They gave their side of the story with great enthusiasm, down to the details of Niecy discovering me standing by the cupid boy statue. There was a lot of giggling and snorting, of course, topped off by Miss Thelma’s skeptical “um-hmmm” and her trademark scowl.

“And that’s when I said, ‘Tessie, come quick! I found me a angel,’” Niecy repeated for the umpteenth time. “He is a angel, ain’t he, Mama? Didn’t I find me a angel?”

“Mama, I done told her there’s ain’t no such thing,” Tessie fussed. “He ain’t no angel! She should know better than that!”

Despite their bickering, the two sisters were quite accurate in their account. Hearing them describe me and my cowardly behavior made me feel even more foolish. I remember looking down at my naked body and thinking that this was indeed the worst day in my entire life.

I mean, how could it get any worse?

When I finally calmed down enough to talk, I tried to explain my side of things. I tried my best, but there was no good way to explain why I was naked in Mrs. Taylor’s garden. I blubbered and whined through most of it and probably didn’t make much sense; it’s difficult being interrogated when all you’re wearing is your birthday suit and you’re faced with an angry black woman and her two giggling daughters.

“Boy, nothing you said makes any sense,” the heavy set matron said. “Mrs. Taylor wouldn’t hire no nekkid boys to feed her cat.”

“I’m telling the truth,” I said over and over again. “I promise. She asked my mom if I’d feed the cat and mow the grass and … and ….”

“I swear, child, this is the strangest thing I ever heard of,” the heavy set matron said. “And I’ve seen a lot of strange things. Even if Mrs. Taylor did hire you, what in the world was you doing in garden without any clothes? What was you doing around them nekkid statues? And why you nekkid anyways? You not a peeking tom, are you?”

A what …?

“No, I’m not! Please let me go!” I pleaded desperately. “I didn’t do anything wrong! I promise! I was just feeding the fish, you know, in the pond … and I … I ….”

Miss Thelma nodded. “Go on. You’s feedin’ the fishes and then what? They took your clothes?”

Tessie and Niecy burst out laughing. I wanted to get mad, but I was too scared. I just did what I did best and started crying again.

“I didn’t do anything wrong! I promise! Mrs. Taylor asked me to feed Justine and water the plants and feed the fish. I didn’t do anything wrong!”

The housekeeper shook her head. “Um-hmmm. Didn’t do anything wrong, hmm? Well, it sure don’t look that way to me! Nekkid in somebody else’s yard sounds like you up to no good.”

“But it’s the truth,” I croaked weakly. “I was feeding the fish and the girls surprised me. That’s all. I promise.”

“Child, you don’t make any sense t’all. You ‘spect me to believe Mrs. Taylor asked you to take care of her nice house and her precious things while I was laid up? I don’t think so!”

My eyes were burning with tears at this point. I wiped them on my arm and took a deep breath.

“But it’s all true. I promise. Please … I just want my clothes ….”

The large black woman snorted a laugh. “Um-hmm. You gonna tell me your name?"

There was that question again. I shook my head in defiance.

"Then I don’t think so, nekkid boy. For all I know you some sort of sneak thief! I don't know your name, I don't know who you are, so you ain't gettin' nothin'. Being nekkid and sneaking around here, you sure ain’t up to no good. No sir, little man, you ain’t comin’ in this house! You already trespassin’ on Mrs. Taylor’s garden. I ought to call the law on you, that’s what I oughts to do.”

I had a sudden vision of myself in jail with no clothes on. That gave me the willies!

“Please, don’t call the police! PUH-LEEEEEASSSE!!! Don’t call the police ….”

Miss Thelma sighed. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, child, don’t throw such a fit. I ain’t callin’ no police. You ain’t worth the trouble.”

I started explaining myself again, but the immense woman shut me down with a snap of her fingers. She glanced at her wristwatch and shrugged.

“Well, you still ain’t makin’ no sense, nekkid boy. And we ain’t got time for this. We got work to do. You just gonna have to go on home. If I had my way I’d tan your bare bottom, but I just ain’t got the time.”

“Tan his behind, Mama!” the two girls shouted. “Tan his behind!”

The big woman rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna tan me two more little behinds if they don’t get back to work.”

I watched in despair as Tessie and Niecy giggled like maniacs. I wiped my eyes and then I put my hands together and literally begged for mercy. I was weary of being stared at by those piercing, mocking eyes.

“At least can I get my backpack? Please? Pleeeeeasssse? It’s got my clothes and stuff.”

“Go away, nekkid boy! You ain’t coming in this house and you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from it. Now go on, get out of here! Go on home!”

"But you gotta let me in! That's where my clothes are! I can’t go home without my clothes! Please, you gotta let me inside ... you can't make me stay outside naked!"

Miss Thelma paused, then sighed. She was now past amusement and into being annoyed by my little problems. “All right. Let’s see if you at least tellin’ the truth about somethin'. Where did you say you put your things?”

I quickly – and carefully – told the skeptical housekeeper which closet I’d stashed my things. There was only one closet in the hallway in the foyer, so it wouldn’t be that hard to find. Tessie and Niecy grinned at me, snickering like a pair of mischievous mockingjays. Prompted by their mother, the two girls ran inside. A few minutes later they returned, a pair of devilish grins spread across their lips.

I knew what they were going to say before they even opened up their treacherous mouths.

“Mama, he’s lyin’ again," said Tessie. "There ain’t no backpack or bag or anything where he say it was! He’s makin’ that stuff up!”

“Yeah!” echoed Niecy. “He’s makin’ that stuff up! He’s a liar!”

I begged Miss Thelma to let me check. I begged her to check for herself. I begged like my life depended on it. But she refused. Instead, she ordered the two girls to go inside and told me to leave.

“You had your chance, nekkid boy. You coulda told the truth, but no, you think you can pull one over poor ol’ Miss Thelma. Well, you got another think comin’! Now go on, get yourself outta here! You ain’t gettin’ in this house and you better be getting’ out of Mrs. Taylor’s yard! Go on … GIT!!!”

I was devastated when the housekeeper closed the patio door and clicked the lock. I mean, there I was, naked as a baby bird, standing on the patio of that huge old house and I was locked out and left to my own meager resources. Which were next to none.

Miss Thelma wasn’t quite done with me. She looked at me through the glass door, her eyes traveling up and down my naked body, a sneer of disapproval on her broad black face.

“And if Mrs. Taylor finds out you done broke or stole anything from her garden, you’re in for a world of hurt! Now go on, nekkid boy, get out of here!”

At first I just stood there and tried to figure out what to do next. On the other side of the French doors the two girls pointed at me and laughed. It felt weird, standing naked in full view of a real live mocking audience, but I didn’t know what else to do; I sure didn’t have any place else to go, that was for darned sure!

While I waited on the patio for a miracle to happen the two girls kept me entertained with childish, mean-spirited antics; Niecy stuck out her tongue and made silly faces and Tessie winked and fluttered her eyelashes at me. Only when their mother yelled at them did they disappear. I took the hint as well; a stern look was enough to send me running to the garden where I took refuge in the maze.

From my hiding place I kept watch on the house in hopes the girls or maybe their mother would have a change of heart and let me in. There was some occasional movement visible through the windows; every now and Tessie and Niecy would take turns teasing me and waving at me from behind the French doors. I waved back, quietly and desperately begging them to give me back my bag. I knew they had it, but there was nothing I could do.

It wasn’t long before Tessie proved me right. With her mother out of sight, she appeared at the door and held my backpack up and pointed at it to make sure I could see it. She even opened the door and stepped outside, laughing and dancing around like an idiot, waving my bag about like a trophy.

I got up enough nerve to emerge from my hiding place and make a try for my things, but as soon as I got to the patio Tessie simply stepped back inside and locked the door. I banged on the window with my fists, desperately begging and pleading to get my clothes back. At this point I didn’t bother covering myself with my hands; all I wanted was my clothes and to run home as fast as I could.

"Miss Thelma! Miss Thelma! See, I was telling the truth! There's my bag! Tessie's got it and won't give it back! Please make her give it to me! Pleeeeessssss Miss Thelma! Miss Thelmaaaaaa!!!!"

All I got in return for my efforts was more teasing.

“Hey nekkid boy! You sure look funny! Lookit that li’l dingaling!” Tessie taunted. “I bet you got the li’lest dingaling I ever seen!”

“Yeah, the li’lest dingaling we ever seen!” echoed little Niecy.

I didn’t care what they could see. I just wanted my things. I pounded on the glass again and cried like little child for his stolen candy.

“Please, Tessie! That’s my bag … you’ve got to give it back to me. I can’t go home like this. Please, give it back! PUH-LEEEEEEEASSSSE!!!!!”

“Nuh-uh! This ain’t yours no more!” Tessie wagged my school bag in front of my face, just inches away on the other side of the glass, totally delighted with herself. “It’s mine and I’m keeping it! You can just stay nekkid as far as I’m concerned!”

Of course, Niecy got in on the act, pretending to jump up and grab for the bag and making a big show of pretending to beg and cry for it. Her little charade made me so mad, I could have spit fire!

“Dang it!” I cried. “I knew you had it all along! Dang it! Dang it dang it dang it!”

“Yep! We got it and you don’t,” teased Tessie. “That’s good for us and bad for you!”

“Yep, good for us, bad for you!” repeated the ever giggling Niecy.

A sudden yell from their mother prompted the girls to disappear, leaving me standing on the patio. I thought long and hard about what to do next, but things didn’t look so good.

I don't know how long I stood there, but it was long enough to get tired of standing. I considered sitting down on one of the decorative benches, but I wanted to be near the door if the girls came back. After a while everything went quiet in the house. I thought I heard the front door shut, followed by laughter and voices, and then the sound of a car leaving the driveway.

"They ... they're leaving me ... like this ...?" I was in shock. "Aw, come on! That's not fair!"

I went over and tried the door. Nope, locked up and secure, just as I feared. I looked down at my naked body and felt about as stupid as you can feel.

"This isn't fair," I whined.

For the next little while I fretted and I worried. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten myself stuck in such a stupid predicament. Locked out of the house with no clothes, I had no idea what to do next. I couldn’t go home naked, but I couldn’t stay in Mrs. Taylor’s garden all night, either.

What to do … what to do … what to do ….

I padded barefoot to the fish pond and sat down by the edge. Why not? There was nothing else for me to do. Warmed by the sun, the concrete felt weird against my bare butt and the cool water tickled my bare feet. I rested there for the longest time, exhausted and feeling sorry for myself. The statue of Venus appeared to be smiling at me, as if to say “I don’t know why you’re so unhappy. You got what you wanted, didn’t you? It wasn’t as much fun as you supposed, was it?”

I looked over at the boy cupid. With his permanent pouty face and modest pose, he seemed a bit more sympathetic.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he seemed to say. “Look at what happened to me.”

“It’s a little late to be telling me that now,” I muttered in despair.

***

It was beginning to get dark when I heard a car pulling into the driveway. A few minutes later some lights came on inside the house and I could see the silhouette of at least one person moving about. I figured it was Miss Thelma coming back to give me my school bag. The girls had finally let her in on their little joke and she was going to make amends. Sure, that was it. That had to be it. I mean, it only made sense, I reasoned; this was just their way of teaching that silly “nekkid boy” a lesson.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I whispered to myself. “That’s all it was … just a stupid joke.”

I got up from my seat on along the fish pond and padded barefoot and bare bottomed up to the patio toward the French doors. Without hesitation I began banging on the glass with both hands, demanding to be let in.

“Miss Thelma! Please, let me inside! I want my book bag, please. Please let me in … please let me in ….”

On the other side a tall, dark figure stepped out of the shadows. Startled, I looked up. I was prepared to beg my way into the house, but then I realized the woman standing just a few feet away wasn’t Miss Thelma.

It was the owner of the house, Mrs. Taylor!

I froze, just like a rabbit caught in the gaze of some predatory beast; I actually thought to myself, maybe if I don’t move she won’t see me. That was pretty stupid on my part, of course. She did see me; it was pretty obvious judging from the sly smile on her lips. I felt just awful when I saw the way her eyes went up and down my body, from the bottom of my bare feet to the top of my curly head; I never felt so naked in my young life!

Neither of us said anything at first. Instead, just for a few seconds we made eye contact; it was just the two of us, me in my birthday and this beautiful adult woman who happened to be my mother’s friend. That was really awkward, let me tell you. She seemed more interested than angry, which was confusing as I wanted to lie down and just die right there on the spot! I tried to say something, but all I could do was open my mouth and just stand there like a total dummy.

The weird part was, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Mrs. Taylor thought when she saw me through that pane of glass. There she was, this tall, movie star-like woman looking so sophisticated and chic in an elegant dress and her hair pinned up in a stylish updo; and then there I was, a chubby, naked eleven year old boy, my skin pale as a peach and just as bare, with dark blond curly hair and a slack-jawed look of what-do-I-do-next? Expression on my plump, tear-stained face.

I suddenly thought of those stupid fantasies I had all the time and I felt a shiver go up my spine. What if one of them was about to really happen? What … what if she …? And what if I …?

Holy crap, I never really wanted any of that stuff to be real. I mean, I may have thought I did – ha-ha, kids and their imaginations … am I right? – but now that it was happening … I felt sick and scared and totally hopeless.

“So what do we have here?” Mrs. Taylor suddenly said. She smiled at me through the locked door. “Who is this pretty little thing? This can’t be David? David Cartwright? My oh my … aren’t you looking quite cute this evening.”

Well, this was a far cry from the reaction I got from Miss Thelma and her girls. Instead of creating a lot of drama Mrs. Taylor was quite calm and actually kinda nice about seeing me naked on her back patio. Things still felt pretty awkward, but at least there wasn't a bunch of hollering and yelling.

Not knowing what else to so, I gave a lame wave and nodded my head, slow and unsure of myself.

"Um ... hi, Mrs. Taylor," I said for lack of anything else to say.

“Hello David.” Once again, my mother’s friend cast her eyes on my naked body, letting them wander up and down in a slow, deliberate manner. “I was hoping you might still be here. Did you get locked out?”

My face felt burning hot with embarrassment. I nodded again.

“Would you like to come in?”

I nodded once more, with very little confidence, I might add. I watched nervously as Mrs. Taylor unlocked the latch and opened the door, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She stepped onto the patio, forcing me to move backward with her elegant presence. A gust of wind sent the strong fragrance of her perfume up my nostrils; I recognized it immediately from my numerous snooping expeditions to her bedroom. Scared as I was, I felt my whole body shiver with unexpected pleasure.

I was surprised to see a flash of white dart out from between Mrs. Taylor’s feet. It was Justine, the cat. She ran up to me, then slowed down and acted as if she just happened to be passing by. I could hear her purring as she rubbed up against my legs.

“Well, look who made a new friend. You’re a lucky boy … Justine is very picky. She must like what she sees, don’t you think?”

I shrugged, then nodded. My employer smiled. “Well Justine, what do you think? Should we let him in or not? Hmm? Hmmm?”

I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just stood there, my hands covering my privates, and waited for something to happen.

Mrs. Taylor watched the cat for a moment, then turned her eyes back to me. She stared for a moment or two, the sighed.

“Well, are you coming in? Hmm? Hmmm?”

My hostess stepped uncomfortably close to me, so close my nose was practically touching her breasts. I couldn’t step back any further for fear of falling over the retaining wall. She looked down at me with a curious expression, as if she was studying me as part of some scientific experiment.

“Hello? David? I asked if you are coming in." There was another awkward moment of silence between us as I tried to decide what to do. "Well? Speak up, child. Don’t be shy.”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. I think I was in some sort of shock. I did notice that Mrs. Taylor was dressed up like she’d been to some sort of fancy event. Her makeup was impeccable and she wore a very nice dress, similar to what my mother wore when she went out in the evening with my father. The biggest difference is that her bodice was much larger and interesting than my mother’s; I had to force myself to not look directly at her cleavage. Instead I looked down and saw my naked body, all pale and pudgy with baby fat and plenty of goosebumps.

I felt extremely underdressed, to say the least.

“David, are you going to stay out here all night? It’s awful cool. You might catch a cold if you’re not careful.”

I didn’t know what to say. What I really wanted was to get my clothes and run home as fast as I could. I just couldn’t figure out how to make that happen.

The elegant woman shrugged. “Well, if you’re not coming, I guess I’ll just go back inside and lock up for the evening. I’ll just call your parents and ask them to come pick you up. You can wait out front if you like.”

For an instant I pictured my mother pulling up in her car and seeing me standing in the driveway of her friend’s expensive home wearing nothing more than my birthday suit. That might not be a good thing, I decided.

“I … I guess I’ll come in,” I croaked hoarsely.

I attempted to move past my hostess and toward the door; she made no effort to get out of my way, forcing me to step uncomfortably close as I headed for the safety and security of the house. Justine followed along, rubbing her thick fur against my feet and ankles as I walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Taylor brought up the rear, closing the door and locking the latch.

“Justine seems to have really taken a liking to you. That’s sweet. You two make such an adorable pair.”

“Yes ma’am,” was all I could think of to say. A wave of shame swept over me as I tried to imagine what she must have thought of me at that moment.

My hostess smiled. She then looked down at me with a sour face and shook her head in disgust.

“Darling David, you are quite cute in your bare skin and you are most welcome into my home. But please do me a favor. Don’t play with yourself in front of ladies. It looks ugly and it’s vulgar.”

At first I couldn’t tell what she was talking about. I only figured it out when she pulled my hands away from my privates, quite forcefully, I might add.

“Didn’t your mother tell you that whenever you diddle your little bits your hands get all nasty? It’s just best not to touch yourself down there in the first place.”

I put my hands back between my legs and looked up with a sheepish expression on my face. My new friend glanced down at my privates, then back into my eyes with an expectant expression.

“Move your hands, please.” She tapped her foot impatiently. “I don’t normally go around spanking children, but I will slap your fat little bottom if you don’t stop playing with yourself! Do you think your mother will mind if I do that?”

“I … I’m sorry but I … I wasn’t playing with …,” I croaked. I cleared my voice and tried again. “I just don’t w-w-want you to … s-s-see m-m-my … my ….”

The tall woman raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to see your what?”

I shrugged. “Um, you know. My … m-my thing.”

“Your thing? You mean … your penis?” My hostess said the word with the precision of a physician. “Or your … testicles? Or perhaps you have something else you don’t want me to see. You are pretty enough to be a girl, you know. Maybe that’s what you’re talking about.”

I got red-faced – more than usual – as she let go with a musical laugh. She and I obviously had differing opinions on what was considered funny.

“Maybe that’s what it is. Maybe instead of being a cute little boy you’re really a cute little girl and you don’t want me to find out your little secret! Is that what it is, my pretty? Are you a cute little girl?”

I knew she was just teasing, but being accused of being a girl, even in jest, made me mad. Especially when I was naked! I mean, wasn’t it obvious I was a boy? And besides, I was tired of hearing people say I was pretty! First Niecy, then Mrs. Taylor. This was going to have to stop!

But not today, apparently.

“I … I’m … not a girl,” I said weakly. “I’m … I’m a boy.”

The smiling woman raised an eyebrow. “Well then, prove it. Move your hands and let me see. Come on, don’t be shy. You don’t want me to smack your pretty little bottom, do you?”

I blushed to hear such frank talk from an adult. An adult woman. An adult woman friend of my mom’s. I felt so small, so vulnerable in my bare skin, my head began to spin. It was as if every secret I ever had and ever would have was exposed to her view.

“David, please, you’ve got to move your hands. You look silly standing there like that. It’s not like I don’t know what you have under there. And besides, I can see everything else, so why bother? Move your hands and go wash them in the sink. Use plenty of soap. I know where they’ve been and I cannot put up with that kind of nastiness.”

It took a bit of courage on my part, but I finally did as I was told. Mrs. Taylor was right, of course. She could already see my bare bottom and everything else, so what did it matter? I reluctantly pulled my hands away from my crotch – and somehow the world didn’t end.

I did notice my hostess’ eyes drop down once again to examine my privates, but the smile on her face didn’t grow any larger. It didn’t go away, either, though.

“So, you really are a boy,” she said sweetly. “You’re still pretty. Very much so.”

I didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered. I hated being called “pretty” but this was not the time to argue the point. Instead, I went to the kitchen sink, lathered up my hands and washed them thoroughly. I also helped myself to a glass of water. After the stress of everything I’d been through that day I was practically dehydrated.

“Feel better now?” Mrs. Taylor asked with polite concern. The smile on her face held strong. “Maybe you’d like a snack? I’ve already had dinner, but you can help yourself to anything you like. I’m sure Thelma has something in the refrigerator. You can have something to eat and we’ll have a nice long chat.”

I shook my head. It felt like my hostess was toying with me. Of course she was. Why else would she say such a thing?

“Um, can I get my clothes, please?” I said in a hoarse voice. “Please, Mrs. Taylor? I … I really don’t want to be nak- … er, like this any longer.”

The tall woman made a face like she was thinking really hard. “Mmmm, not just yet. We have a few things we need to talk about first. You’re not in hurry, are you?”

I blinked. Then I blinked again. This was not going at all like I’d expected. Here I was, an eleven year boy – in the sixth grade, yet! – standing completely nude in front of an adult woman. I figured on getting yelled at or slapped or at least being threatened with a call to my parents. I mean, isn’t that what you’d think? But instead, here I was being offered a snack and an invitation to sit down and chat. While I was still naked? Maybe it was just me, but that seemed really, really weird.

Mrs. Taylor stared at me while I tried to think of something to say. I thought and I thought and I thought. Then I looked up at the clock on the wall. I then took a deep breath and spoke.

“Um, thank you for the invitation, Mrs. Taylor,” I somehow managed to say. “I, um … I think I’d better be getting home, I guess. It’s getting late and my parents will be getting back soon.”

It took everything I had to try and act “normal,” whatever that meant. I figured that was my best bet for getting things back the way they were supposed to be.

“Well, I better get going ….”

I know it sounded like a lame excuse and I sounded equally lame saying it. But it was no weirder than Mrs. Taylor’s offer. Besides, it was all I could come up with, short of putting on another crying fit and begging for mercy, and I just couldn’t do that again. I was too tired physically and worn down emotionally; plus, I really didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of my mother’s friend any more than I already had.

The funny thing was, it worked!

“Oh, well. I understand.” My hostess seemed mildly disappointed. “Go on if you must. I was really looking forward to our little talk. Maybe later, then?”

I didn’t wait to ask any questions. I scurried to the hall closet and, sure enough, there was my book bag, my shoes, my clothes, everything! Tessie and her sister must have put them back. Why, I’ll never know. Regardless, I ducked into the nearest bathroom, got dressed and ran out of that house as quickly as I could.

I was out the front door and halfway down the driveway before I realized I hadn’t officially bid Mrs. Taylor good night. I felt a little bit guilty about that, but there was no way I could go back in that house and face the woman who’d seen me naked!

Anyway, once I hit the street I ran home as fast as my legs would carry me! I ran and I ran and I ran until I saw my house; then I practically bounded the rest of the way, leaping and jumping between sprints, until I reached the safety of the front door. It wasn’t until I was locked in my room that I felt truly secure. Fortunately for me, my parents hadn’t gotten home yet; I wasn’t in any mood for small talk or curious questions. All I wanted was to be left alone!

The long nightmare was finally over, thank goodness! I’d faced my fears – and my fantasies! – and somehow I survived. I might not have gotten away with it completely unscathed, but I did get away. Now all I had to do was see what see what would come of my crimes.

One thing was for sure: I was never, EVER going naked again!

To be continued ….

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