“Oh Shit Oh shit,” my mind was in a frenzied state! My wife was here, now! How was this possible?

I couldn’t quite take it in.

I was running down a hall with Scarlett’s hand on my back, propelling me forward and guiding me into one of the massage rooms.

I stood there naked and panting. I looked over to Scarlett for I don’t know what, guidance, protection, sympathy?

But no, Scarlett just laughed, like this was the funniest thing she had seen all day, and that was saying something!

I looked around frantically for my clothes, but of course they were in another room. I grabbed a towel off the massage table in this room and wrapped it around my waist.

The door opened and I jumped, but it was only Jenny.

“Damn dude, your wife is pissed!”

I could hear Jordan and Margaret trying to calm her down.

I snuck a peek just in time to see my wife in her yoga outfit walk into the room that did have my clothes!

“Where is he, the little shit? Don’t tell me he isn’t here, I can see his clothes right here! As a matter of fact…” and then she went silent.

The next thing I knew, she strode out of the room with my clothing pressed against her chest. I ducked back into the room I was hiding out in and could hear Margaret calling out “ma’am, ma’am” and then I heard the bell on the door chime.

She had left!

She had left with my clothes!

I was processing this, trying to decide if it was good or bad.

It was bad.

It was all bad.

Then the bell chimed again.

“JAMES!”

There were four rooms including the one she’d already been in. It seemed better somehow to turn myself in as opposed to being found cowering in a corner.So I took a deep breath and walked up the hall.

Jenny and Scarlett were behind me giggling. Giggling!

Again, I could hear Margaret trying to calm my wife down.

I turned the corner into the common room and both Margaret and my wife turned to face me. And that’s when Scarlett pulled my towel away.

I just stood there frozen. I could hear Jenny gasp behind me. I could see Margaret’s eyes grow wide, no doubt stunned that Scarlett would pour more fuel on this dumpster fire.

My wife’s expression was exactly what you’d expect it to be, anger, confusion, horror, disgust and somewhere deep down there, the possibility of a slight smile. But that would have to wait.

I covered my privates and went on the offensive. “Sara, what are you doing here? How did you know I’d be here?

“God, you are such an idiot,” she said. “Hello, find my phone!”

And with that she held up her phone and there on the screen was a pulsating blue dot that represented me in all my naked glory.

“My yoga class was cancelled, burst pipe or something. I called to see if I could bring you some lunch, but you didn’t answer. I figured maybe you were in the shower. Then I get home, no James. Strange, because you said you weren’t going anywhere. So I called again. No answer again. And that’s when I tried this,” she said, holding up her phone again.

“I look at street view and all I see are three businesses, an H&R Block office, a hair salon and this place.

What the hell James, what in the actual hell?”

“I’m just getting a massage,” I say weakly. “You know my shoulders been kind of acting up lately and I just…”

“Why is your hair wet?”

“What?”

“Your hair, why is it wet?”

“Oh that’s my bad,” piped up Scarlett. “We were having fun with Jimmy and I poured ice cold water over his head and on his little penis.”

The room went silent as Sara stared wide eyed at Scarlett and then at Jenny who had placed her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Margaret guided Sara over to a chair. “Perhaps, you’d like to take James home now,” she suggested.

Sara nodded as if she thought that might be a good idea, but then she shook her head and said “no, I want to know exactly what is going on here.”

I jumped back in. “Like I said, I just came in to get a massage because my shoulder…”

Sara cut me off again. “Is that true,” she asked, turning to Margaret.

“Well,” Margaret said, “I’m sure that was his original intention, but…”

“Oh he never comes in for a massage,” Scarlet said, “his sessions are always about the humiliation.”

“Sessions,” Sarah said, looking me dead in the eye. “Sessions,” she said again emphasizing the last “s.”

I think she was about to go on a tirade, but then her brow furrowed a bit and she said to no one in particular, “humiliation?”

It was at this point that Jordan and Sonia crept back into the room. They had been hiding out, but no way were they going to miss this!

“James?”

I didn’t know how to answer. Oh I knew the answer alright, but there was no way I was going to verbalize it!

So of course, Scarlett spoke up.

Margaret tried to shut her up, to tell her it wasn’t her place to provide answers.

“Oh no,” Sara insisted. “I want you to tell me everything. Do not leave out a single detail.”

I turned to give Scarlett a pleading look, to convey my desperation, to imply that a timely “just kidding” or “today is the first day I’ve ever seen this guy” or “he just came in for a shoulder rub,” might still win the day.

Unfortunately, by turning around Sara got her first glimpse of my bright red ass and cried out “Oh My God!”

So much for “just kidding.”

So Scarlett held court. No humiliating detail was too trivial to mention.

She started at the beginning, regaling Sara and everyone else with my first visit, where I told her all about my humiliation fetish, repeating the fantasies I had told her, fantasies that Sara was certainly hearing for the first time.

Everyone was laughing at these stories, everyone except Sara and of course, me.

“Wait a minute,” Sara said. “So you’re telling me on all these visits, you’re not fucking him, blowing him or jacking him off?”

“First of all,” Scarlett said with as haughty an air as she could muster, “I don’t fuck my clients and I don’t do blow jobs!

I do however give great hand jobs, but he wasn’t interested.”

Sarah shook her head. “I don’t get it. So what do you do exactly?”

Scarlett started to describe a session when Jenny interrupted.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just show her?”

That got my attention!

I looked around and saw a smile on every girls face. Even Sara let herself smile just a little bit for the first time since she had stormed in.

“Fucking brilliant,” whispered Margaret.

“NO,” I cried, possibly for the first time today.

“Sara, my butt really hurts!”

Sonia and Jordan snickered.

Sara shot me a look that told me I had no say in this conversation.

“Yes, um..,” Sara said, “can you show me, sorry what’s your name again?”

“Oh right,” I am Scarlett, and this is Jenny, Jordan, Sonia and Margaret.

Sara’s eyes lingered for a second on Margaret, which prompted Margaret to say, “I am the office manager, I, um, don’t actually, um, do this stuff.”

“But she did today,” Scarlett said in a sing song voice. “But we’ll get there later,” she said, winking at Margaret.

“Right, let’s get started,” and with that Scarlett patted the massage table and I sighed and reluctantly climbed on.

Scarlett was in her element. She described the Yes Game, and asked me if I wanted to be spanked.

I started to say that I thought Sara got the idea, but Scarlett whacked me hard on the ass and told me to play along, so I did.

I looked over at Sara and her eyes were wide and her mouth agape, but what really worried me was that I could definitely see that smile fighting to get through.

Scarlett wanted to re-enact the underwear reveal again with Sonia and was disappointed to learn that my underwear along with the rest of my clothes were locked in my wife’s trunk.

Needless to say, I too was disappointed. I really, really wanted those clothes.

Not to worry, a “sexy” pair was found for me adding just a touch more humiliation to an incredibly humiliating experience. They literally had “sexy” written across the butt.

Then it got worse.

After Sonia reenacted her reaction to my small penis, Sarah asked the room, “is it really that small?”

Everyone got quiet and then Sonia said, “Oh yeah, it is really that small!”

“It’s just, we started dating in high school, and well, I don’t really have anything to compare it to.

I mean I’ve seen big dicks in movies and magazines and stuff, but I figured that was why I was seeing them, because they were big. I figured James’ was average.”

Again, silence and then Jenny and Jordan said at the same time, “It’s really small.”

I was going to protest, when the door chime went off and Margaret went out to greet a customer. She came back a minute later and pulled Jordan out.

And then before we could start back up, it happened again and Margaret pulled Sonia.

“Well,” Scarlett said, “I guess you two,” and here she pointed at Margaret and Sara, “will just have to take their places for reenactment purposes.”

And so we started in on the paddling and the “yes mommies.”

Sara spanked me with gusto and when it was her turn to look me in the eye as I was being spanked, she was no longer hiding her enjoyment.

“You know, the only thing that would make this better is if Katie could see your teeny weeny penis.”

“Wait,” asked Jenny, “who’s Katie?”

“Oh she’s Jame’s not so secret crush.”

I tried to play dumb, but she was dead on.

Sara continued, “Whenever we see her and her husband in the neighborhood or at parties or at the pool, they always glom onto each other and giggle and flirt like they were in middle school.”

Again, not wrong.

“I wonder if she’d be so flirty if she could see this,” she said, pointing to my penis.

“Shall we show it to her James? What do you think? Maybe at the pool sometime I could sneak up behind you and whoosh.” And here she mimed pantsing me. “What do you think James, would she laugh?”

“I’d laugh,” said Jenny.

And then it was time for the water torture, the event that set this whole repeat performance in motion. Except, Scarlett surprised me. She said, “don’t worry Jimmy, I promise not to dump ice cold water on your little pee pee again. But I do want Sara to see what it was like, so roll over on your back and I’ll just pretend.”

So I did, I rolled over and close my eyes. I heard some intensive whispering. I figured it out a second before I was doused with the first direct hit to my penis from, you guessed it, Sarah, while Jenny poured a bottle on my chest and and Margaret emptied one on my head.

They all laughed and really seemed to be enjoying themselves.

And then I made a mistake.

As I wiped water from my eyes, I turned to Sara and asked, “Okay, are we even now?”

She just looked at me and shook her head.

“Oh this, you think THIS makes us even?

Right, sure. You do all this shit behind my back. God knows what else your up to.

You can’t keep a real job, but you’re happy to live off my salary, which I guess pays for all this.

But I poured water on your little dick, so sure, we’re even!”

“Wait a minute,” said Margaret. “He doesn’t work?”

“He’s ‘between jobs again,” Sara practically sneered.

Does he contribute to keeping the house clean?

We use a service, Sara said.

Oh God, are you sleeping with the house cleaners?!

“No, Sara, I am not sleeping with anybody but you!”

“I bet he finds ways for the cleaners to accidentally catch him naked though,” Jenny said.

Yeah, I wished I’d denied that one faster.

“Oh my God,” Sara moaned.

“Okay,” Margaret said. “You guys need to make some changes right now!”

“You” she said, pointing to Sara. “Cancel your contract with the cleaning service.”

“You,” she said, pointing to me, “you’re cleaning the house from now on.”

Sara, what do you do for breakfast?” Margaret asked.

“Oh I usually drive thr…”

“You,” Margaret said pointing at me again, “you are making her breakfast Monday through Friday, got it?”

“What!?” I protested (I liked sleeping in).

Margaret cut me off.

“Are you kidding me, you’ll do it and by the way, if she wants you to kiss her ass every morning and call her Princess, you’ll do that too.”

I shrugged as Sara said, “ooh I like that idea.”

“Okay,” I said, “we do this and we’re at least good for now?”

Sara got right up in my face and said “kiss my ass right now and call me princess and we’ll see.”

So I did. One big smooch right on her yoga pants.

“Wait a minute,” Scarlett said, and came over and slowly started to role the backside of Sara’s pants down and then grabbed Sara by the shoulders and turned her until I was presented with her bare ass.

I gave it a kiss and Scarlett said “keep going until I tell you to stop.”

Scarlett started to massage Sara’s shoulders and said on second thought, “keep going until Sara tells you to stop.”

She then kneaded her shoulders a little more. “Should he keep going, Sara?”

I looked up and saw Sara staring into Scarlett’s eyes and say “keep going.”

I kissed Sara’s butt again.

Scarlett’s hand grazed Sara’s right breast.

“Should he keep going Sara?”

“Keep going,” Sara said.

Another graze and then more of a stroke.

“Keep going,” Sara said. This time it came out as more of a whisper.

I looked up again and saw that Sara’s eyes were now closed as Scarlett’s left hand started to mirror the right.

Sara, kept repeating “keep going, keep going,” which was kind of funny since I hadn’t kissed her butt cheek in almost a minute.

Scarlett started to tug on the front of Sara’s pants, ready to pull them down in front just as far as she had in the back when the door suddenly opened and Jordan walked in asking, “so what did I miss?’

“Ugggh,” Jenny groaned, “more like what have we all missed” as the spell was obviously broken.

Sara pulled up her pants and not really looking at anyone said “thank you ladies for all your good advice, I um, I will take it from here.”

A minute later Sonia reappeared and it was just all of us in the building again.

I thought we were all done, but then Scarlett reminded us about Margaret taking charge.

Margaret, visibly embarrassed, said “oh I don’t think Sara wants to see anymore of this. I just had him crawl around and kiss my feet, and um their feet and…

Sara cut her off. She laughed and said “Sorry, but I definitely need to see this!”

I knew protesting was futile, so back to work I went, Sara laughing the whole time.

When Jenny asked Sara if she needed her toes sucked, she just smiled and said “there will be plenty of time for that later.”

“Well,” Margaret said, “then we had him up on my desk on all fours when you drove up.”

“And what were you going to do then, before I interrupted?’

“No idea,” Margaret nervously laughed. “This was all new to me, so I was just improvising.”

“Up you go, sweetie,” my wife said as she patted the desk.

As I positioned myself on the desk, Sara let me know how things were going to be going forward. She was playing to her crowd and they were loving it.

Finally, she asked me how my butt felt and I told her it really hurt.

“Good, she said.”

“Ladies, this was fun, but I guess it’s time to take James home now. James please say your sorry to these nice ladies and ask each one of them to spank you 20 times for the trouble you’ve caused.

So I did, and they did.

After Jordan made sure that the coast was clear, I was instructed to run out to Sara’s car in just the “sexy” underwear to retrieve my clothes and more importantly my wallet, so that generous tips could be made all around.

It was decided that I would keep the “sexy” underwear as a memento, so my original pair was thrown away. It was also decided at the last minute that I would forfeit my pants, they would remain with Sara.

So I would be driving home pantless.

As we walked to the door, Jenny piped up. “You know,” she said, “my parents love to tell the story of a neighbor of theirs who was out gardening one afternoon when a bee flew up his shorts and stung him on his butt cheek. He ripped off his shorts but was stung again, so he had to rip off his underwear as well and proceeded to run around his back yard bottomless swatting at bees.

They said it was the funniest thing they ever saw.”

Everyone just stared at Jenny.

“Well um, I was just thinking about your friend Katie. If you have a backyard, maybe you could invite her over for lemonade or something, while Jimmy er James is out gardening and …”

“And what,” said Jordan, “and just hope a bee stings him?”

“No,” said Jenny rolling her eyes, “James would just have to improvise that part.”

Sara lit up. “Oh my God, the planning for the neighborhood Halloween party next Saturday. It’s supposed to be at Peggy’s, but I’m sure she’d be just as happy if I hosted. Peggy, Gwen, Katie and me.

Oh this could work!

Jenny, you’re a genius!”

I just stood there stunned. Today had been bad enough, but how far was Sara willing to take this!?

That night we had the best sex we’d had in years. Sara was empowered and I had to admit, I didn’t hate it. Now that the day was done, in retrospect, I had to admit it wasn’t all bad. I grabbed my dick and started to stroke it a little, but I was tired and Sara was still awake, so no, I pulled my hand away. Also, today’s excitement was somewhat tempered by this crazy plan to expose me to Peggy, Gwen and Katie.

Sara assured me that she just got caught up in the moment and of course she would never really go through with something like that!

I wasn’t totally convinced.

**Sara could hear James’ rhythmic breathing that signaled that he was asleep.

She was way to excited to sleep. Today had been revelatory in so many ways.

She liked this new power dynamic and couldn’t wait for James to kiss her ass tomorrow morning.

She had let him believe that the plan to have him expose himself by pretending to be stung by a bee was silly and just fantasy talk.

He didn’t need to know (yet) that she had already called Peggy and had the meeting location changed to her house, her back porch, next Saturday at 1:00pm.

He also didn’t need to know that she planned to reach out to Jenny and invite her as well, for moral support and tactical advice.

She couldn’t believe how excited all this made her. She’d discovered her own fetish. She liked the idea of humiliating her husband. She knew that to some degree he enjoyed being humiliated, but no doubt when he could set the boundaries. That just added to her excitement. She’d let him think he had some control over events and then, well he’d see wouldn’t he?

As she drifted off to sleep, she had one last thought, “you know, my shoulder is a little achy, I might need a massage…”

*****

The Bee Sting!

Sara opens her eyes and sees sunlight streaming through the crack in the bedroom curtains.

Suddenly she is wide awake and thinks, “It’s Christmas!”

In fact, it’s mid-September, but Sara can honestly say that she hasn’t been this excited to wake up and greet the day since she was a little girl.

It’s Saturday and Jenny, Peggy, Gwen and Katie would be over in about five hours!

It’s been a good week. After the shock of finding James at that Spa last Saturday, she has managed to to get a lot of mileage out of his contrition.

She snuggles up to him and whispers in his ear, as she has every morning this week.

“Kiss my ass and call me princess.”

“Mmpph,” he responds and rolls away from her.

Big mistake.

She yanks down his pajama pants and lands three solid blows to his butt.

Now he’s awake.

Her turn to show him her backside. She wiggles a bit in anticipation.

“Good Morning Princess,” he says after kissing her on each butt cheek.

They make breakfast together. He has made it for her all week, but hey, it’s Saturday, so she cuts him some slack.

After they finish, she leaves him to clean up and heads for the shower.

As the water pours down on her body, she tries to imagine being naked like this in front of a group of strangers or even worse, in front of people you know, neighbors for example.

She smiles a slow smile. In just a short while, if she wants to know the the answer to that question, she can just ask her husband. And she plans to!

She thinks back to Wednesday. As planned, she had been sweet to James on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. His relief that she wasn’t holding last Saturday and however many previous Saturdays against him was palpable.

Which was why on Wednesday, when he had found her in the kitchen crying real (Crocodile) tears, he was concerned.

She laid it on thick. She just felt so betrayed, wasn’t sure she could put it behind her. Eroded trust and all that.

She didn’t even have to bring it up. He did.

“What if we do that thing you wanted, that thing with Katie and me, you know, the whole bee sting thing?”

She just waived him away.

“No, just leave me alone. I need to think some more.”

So he did, he stayed out of her way, only occasionally asking if he could do anything for her.

“No,” she would sigh, “Nothing.”

She kept this up through a very uncomfortable dinner.

An hour or so after that dinner, she came up to him and said, “you know what, I have thought about it and I think it really would help if you would do that whole bee sting thing for me. It would really mean a lot.”

“Of course, of course,” he said, so relieved to have this situation solved.

It was only later that he realized what exactly he had agreed to.

And last night had been interesting. They had experimented on her butt, pinching it with different implements until they found the one that best simulated a bee sting.

Turned out to be a chip clip pinched at just the right angle.

She reflexively rubbed her own wounded butt cheeks, smiling as she reflected on the two perfect angry red dots on Jame’s butt.

She took pictures and sent them to Jenny and received a 😂👍😈.

She then sent a picture of one of her butt cheeks and received a 😳😱.

But Thursday night, well that had been the best. She knew James was nervous and very much regretting his decision.

She offered it up as a peace offering, as a way to tamp down the humiliation a little bit.

She told him that that she had been researching online, and had found article after article that said that one way to make your penis look larger was to shave off your pubic hair.

Without the hair, your dick will look bigger.

He was hesitant, but she was persistent and he finally decided that it was a good call.

So they had set to work. Once done, she immediately started in with the positive reinforcement.

“Oh my god, they were so right! You look so much bigger! You see it too, right?”

“Um yeah,” he said with a weak smile, “that’s definitely better.”

Of course it wasn’t. Of course it was worse.

The one bit of information she had neglected to share with him was that this was true if you had an average size or an above average size penis. If you had a small penis, shaving had the opposite effect, drawing even more attention to just how small it was!

Sara hadn’t shared a picture of this with Jenny. She wanted this to be a surprise.

Sara had thought about including Peggy in on her plans, since Peggy was one of her best friends. Peggy was a realtor, who in fact had sold them this house. At 41, she was a little older than most of the women in the neighborhood.

Ultimately, she decided that it was better if she didn’t. What if Peggy didn’t approve? This was doubtful as she was not a big fan of James. What if she slipped up and gave the game away? The more people who knew, the better the chance of a screw up. So, “no” to including Peggy.

With Jenny’s help, they would direct this play. James had his cues and knew his part. At least he thought he knew his part. He knew what he needed to know.

Then she thought about reactions.

She could count on Peggy to laugh. She might even make a comment about Jame’s size. Doubtful, but if anyone would, it would be her.

Gwen was the wild card. She didn’t really know Gwen all that well. Blonde and smart, she had a kind of cutting wit. Gwen owned a little dress boutique and her husband was a lawyer, corporate law she thought. Gwen had an edge to her that made Sara a little nervous. She had no idea how Gwen would react to Jame’s nude exhibition.

And then there was Katie. Katie and her husband Frank ran a tech company that was Google adjacent. That is, they had ties to Google and a few other tech companies, which made them the top dogs in this gated community of top flyers. Sara’s accounting firm had been trying to land them as a client for years.

Katie was also beautiful. Blonde, 5’8″, toned, with a well maintained body.

Katie was well liked. At least everyone wanted to like her and be liked by her.

Sara often wondered why she had set her sights on James. She thought maybe because James was the polar opposite of her husband.

Frank was about 6’4” built like a linebacker. He was a loud good old boy from Alabama. He was not as well liked as Katie. He could put on the charm when necessary, but he was known to be a womanizer and a bit of a bully.

James, while tall enough at around 5’9″, was thin and fairly shy.

Sara thought that Katie liked to flirt with James because he was exactly the type of person Frank would hate.

She worried that Katie would be too kind to even react to James unintentional nudity and his shortcomings.

At 12:30, the doorbell rang. Sara and James were just finishing up lunch.

“Ah, that would be Jenny,” Sara said, “I’ll get it.”

She gave James a big smile and headed for the door.

She then turned back walked up to James and kissed him hard on the lips.

“This is going to be fun!”

James watched her go to the front door. He felt a little weak in the knees.

So far it had all felt a bit like make-believe. He was just sure that at some point Sara would say “Just Kidding,” and they would both laugh about how she got him, how he’d really fallen for it.

But now, hearing Sara greet Jenny, he knew it was real. This was really happening.

“Oh my God, I love that outfit!”

“Why thank you,” Jenny said, doing a little curtsy.

She was wearing a sun dress with yellow, red and orange flowers, topped with a cute straw hat with a red ribbon.

Sara had learned quickly not to underestimate Jenny.

When they had met after Sara’s mid week yoga class to make plans, it had been Jenny who had taken the lead.

Sara learned that Jenny had a nice job with a tech firm starting next month. She had been working a much sought after unpaid internship there for the past 6 months, hence the job at the Spa on weekends for some much needed cash.

They came up with a backstory for why Jenny would be there today, weaving in as much truth as possible.

Jenny and Sara were yoga buddies and Jenny had mentioned that she was starting a new job and was house hunting in the area.

Sara invited her over to meet Peggy and sit in on the Halloween meeting to get a “feel” for the neighborhood.

“And you look great as well. I’ve never seen you in anything other than yoga pants.”

“Right,” Sara laughed. She was wearing white capris and a pink blouse.

It was Saturday afternoon, but the ladies in this neighborhood didn’t miss an opportunity to dress up.

They were laughing about this as they walked into the kitchen where James was still sitting.

“Jimmy!” Jenny shouted, “so good to see you again!! Give me a hug!”

James stood up and Jenny stepped over and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“So,” she said, “can I see?”

“Of course,”Sara said. She turned James around and pulled down his shorts and boxers, careful not to expose his front.

“Ooh, those look so real,” Jenny giggled. “Poor baby,” she said as she lightly patted his butt.

“Is this what he’s wearing?” she asked Sara.

“Yeah, the shorts don’t exactly scream gardening,” but they come off easier than anything else we tried. The boxers have been stretched out and the tennis shoes are slip-ons.”

“Would you like to see an (un)dress rehearsal,” Sara asked, laughing at her own joke.

“Oh yes!” Jenny said, clapping her hands in excitement.

They moved into the living room and Sara moved a coffee table to give James more room.

They stared at each other for a minute and then James started flailing around.

“Oh my God, bees. I must have disturbed a nest!”

He rips off his shirt and then yells “ouch, I’ve been stung on my butt. I can still feel him,” and off go the shorts and then “ouch, I’ve been stung again” and then off come the boxers.

James rubs both butt cheeks and then suddenly realizes what he is doing and covers himself with his hands and runs past them out of the room.

Jenny looks at Sara wide eyed and mouths OMG!

Sara winks at Jenny and puts a finger to her lips and then claps.

“Bravo, Bravo.”

“See honey, it will be so quick that the girls won’t really see anything. Now why don’t you get dressed and head on out back.”

“By the way, Jenny, did you notice anything different about James?” She shoots Jenny a look that communicates that the answer to this question is “no.”

“Nope,” said Jenny. “Why, what’s different?”

“Oh nothing.” She then turned to James who already had his boxers and shorts back on.

“See, now don’t you feel better?”

“I do,” replied James, and he did. Who knows, he thought this just may end up being not that big a deal. Embarrassing to be sure, but short and sweet.

With James safely outside, Jenny turned to Sara and said “oh my god, did you shrink his dick!?”

Sara laughed, “no, I just convinced him that shaving his pubes would make him look bigger.”

“It so doesn’t,” laughed Jenny, “it really really doesn’t.”

Jenny helped carry things outside. Sara already had a table cloth over the picnic table and a tray with six glasses. She brought out a pitcher of lemonade and another tray with veggies for dipping. Jenny followed behind lugging an ice chest full of cold drinks. Normally Sara would have just made do with Lemonade, but the chest full of soda and ice was all part of the plan.

They had just sat down when Peggy came around the corner.

“Yoo hoo! I figured you’d be out here.”

Sara made introductions and Peggy said, “oh gosh you both look so nice! Should I have dressed up?”

She was wearing cut off jeans and a tee shirt.

“Oh please, it’s Saturday afternoon, relax,” said Sara.

“Well that’s what I thought until I saw you guys. And you know Gwen and Katie will be dressy!

Should I go home and change?”

Sara told her no, it was fine, knowing full well Peggy really didn’t care and had no intention of going home to change.

Peggy called out to James. “Hiya urban farmer, how’s it going?”

James smiled and waved back.

His stomach did a little flip. This was getting more real by the minute.

Peggy, was soon going to see him naked. He could never take that back.

He thought for the 100th time about calling this off and for the 100th time just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He chastised himself. Was it really because he couldn’t be responsible for disappointing Sara? Was that really enough of a reason to go through with this!?

“He should have a hat on,” Peggy said to Sara, “he is going to get a sunburn on his neck.”

“Oh now look who is giving fashion advice?” Sara said, giving her a friendly poke in the belly.

The doorbell rang and Sara went off to answer, coming back with Katie and Gwen.

“Look who I found,” said Sara.

“And dressed to the nines,” muttered Peggy under her breath.

Katie yelled a hello to James who half smiled and waved back.

“Oh God, oh God, I just can’t do this,” thought James.

Katie looked a little disappointed that he wasn’t coming over.

Jenny was introduced and Katie and Gwen immediately pounced, in a good way, peppering her with questions.

What was this new job, where was she moving from, and where did she get that beautiful dress?

Sara had been careful to make the seating arrangements seem organic even though they were anything but.

She sat facing the yard along with Jenny, and had Peggy, Katie and Gwen facing the house.

James’ initial reaction to being attacked by bees had always been the weak point, so better if the ladies heard it before they saw it.

Still, this didn’t keep Katie who was sitting on the end from stealing glances back at James from time to time.

They started in on their Halloween party planning, although Sara was so distracted, that she wasn’t much help. It was obvious that Katie wanted her party to be great, memorable even. She was very competitive that way.

And then the worst possible thing happened.

Katie turned and called out to James, “Hey James, wouldn’t you like a drink?”

James turned around with a stunned look on his face.

He then recovered and said “um, no thanks, not right now thanks.”

Sara let out an audible gasp. This was their planned code to kick this off. She was going to ask James if he needed a drink, he’d say “no,” and then count to one hundred and action!

He looked at her and jutted out his chin as if to say “now?” Sara subtly shook her head no.

And then the best possible thing happened.

A bee! An actual real live genuine bee landed right on top of the lemonade pitcher.

“A bee,” Peggy shouted. “Shoo, go away,” she said making a swatting motion in the bee’s direction.

The bee jumped over to Gwen’s glass. Gwen let out a little laughing shriek and said “great, thanks a lot Peggy” as she also tried to shoo it away.

Jenny gave Sara a triumphant look and then nodded towards James as if to say now or never!

“Right,” Sara thought and called out, “James, are you sure you don’t want a drink?”

“I’ll be there in a minute” he said in a shaky voice and then started counting.

Peggy was lecturing on the differences between wasps and bees when all of the sudden, the ladies heard…

“Oh my God, bees. I must have disturbed a nest!”

They all turned to see James pulling his shirt over his head and swatting at a swarm of imaginary bees.

He was doing such a good job, even Sara almost believed he was really being attacked.

James couldn’t believe he was doing this. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his mouth was so dry. This was going to be embarrassing, but it would all be over in less than a minute.

Sara looked at Katie, Gwen and Peggy. They all looked over at James with concern.

“Ouch, I’ve been stung on my butt. I can still feel him!”

Sara was laser focused on the three women. As he pulled his shorts down, their mouths fell open and their eyes grew wide.

James tried to take a step and tripped over his shorts as he stepped out of them, one shoe went flying.

Gwen put her hand to her mouth and stifled a giggle.

“…ouch, I’ve been stung again.”

“James,” Sara calls out, “He must be in your boxers.”

James nods and, deep breath, rips off his boxers and immediately covers himself with his hands and starts to run awkwardly towards them and the back door leading into the house. He is now naked except for two socks and one shoe.

But Sara intercepts him.

“Oh James, poor baby, let me see.”

She is standing between him and the door.

He is so stunned that she has blocked him, that he dumbly lets her turn him a little bit so that they can all see the bites on each butt cheek.

Katie and Peggy gasp at the sight, but Gwen just smiles.

James hadn’t counted on Sara stopping him, but it’s okay. He has kept his hands firmly cupped over his privates, so if he has to show his butt for an extra few seconds, fine.

But now Jenny is up and shouting, “oh my, you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week if we don’t do something about the swelling.”

She races over to the ice chest and pulls out two frozen chunks of ice.

She is over to James in a flash and says “here, you’ll need these.”

Before he realizes what she is doing, he has let her put one chunk on his right butt cheek. She then yanks his right hand and clamps it onto the chunk of ice she was holding. She then repeats this with his left butt cheek and hand.

“There,” she says, “that should help with the swelling.”

Jenny, smiles at James and deftly moves to one side, now truly exposing all of him to his audience.

James is stunned. Now his butt hurts. Was he stung? No, it’s just the freezing cold ice hitting his raw skin. It takes him another second to realize that he is standing there naked, his tiny shaven penis shoved forward for everyone to see.

Sara, who promised herself she would focus on her audience, can’t help put steal a quick glance. James’ penis which was flopping up and down at the administration of the ice, all two inches of it, seems to be contracting a little bit due to the ice and his panic.

But then she turns her attention back to the ladies and smiles.

Peggy is staring right at James’ penis. Katie and Gwen are trying to be polite.

They try to look up at the sky, but then their eyes can’t help but sneak a peak at the main attraction.

Up and then down, up and then down.

It is hysterical to watch. Sara can’t help but laugh out loud.

“James, for God’s sake,” she says, “why don’t you you go do that inside?”

As his mind clears, James bolts for the door, but not before seeing Katie, Gwen and Peggy all trying mightily to suppress a laugh.

“I’ll come check on you in a few minutes” Sara laughingly calls out after him.

“I’m so sorry about that ladies, she says to the group, still trying to rein in her nervous laughter.

“Oh that poor dear,” says Katie.

“Yes,” says Jenny, “he must just be, well, so humiliated.”

“Poor dear,” Katie says again, reaching out to put more lemonade in her glass.

“Yes poor thing” says Gwen, not realizing that she is smiling from ear to ear.

They sit in silence for a few seconds and then Peggy says, “damn Sara, James has the smallest wiener I have ever seen.”

Katie, who had just taken a sip of lemonade does a classic spit take, which causes Gwen to finally lose it. Her laughter is infectious and suddenly they are all laughing so hard they can barely breathe.

“Oh my gosh, put that down on the Halloween party to do list,” Gwen gasps out, “James strip show!”

And that’s how it went for the next thirty minutes. An idea for the party and a joke at James’ expense.

As they wrapped things up and stood to leave, Katie turned to Jenny and invited her to the Halloween party.

“Oh no, it’s just for the neighborhood,” Jenny replied.

But Katie was insistent.

“Bring a date or a couple friends.”

“Oh I will,” Jenny said. “I’m not really seeing anyone right now, so maybe I’ll bring a friend or two.”

She looked over at Sara and winked.

“So I guess James isn’t coming down to say goodbye,” Gwen chuckled.

Katie snorted out an “I would seriously doubt that.”

There was something in her tone that comforted Sara. The spell had indeed been broken.

Sara and Jenny looked out the front window and watched as Peggy drove off.

Gwen and Katie stood in front of Katie’s car chatting. There was a lot of smiling and laughing and sideways glances back at the house.

“Well mission accomplished I’d say,” Jenny said.

“Yes, thank you, that was fantastic and I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“My pleasure.”

“I want to do it again!” Sara laughed.

“Don’t worry, if you can just wait until the Halloween party I think you’ll get your chance.”

“Oh no, I don’t think Katie has it in her.”

“Oh really, what do you think they are talking about right now,” Jenny said, nodding in Gwen and Katies direction.

“Mark my words, Katie is going to call you in a week or two with some lame ass excuse for the call. Then she will ask how James is, ‘the poor dear.’

And then you are going to laugh and tell her he’s fine. And then you are going to tell her it was the funniest thing you ever saw. And then you are going to confide in her that you’d give anything for a repeat performance.

And then she is going to say something like, “well you know Gwen and I were talking and…”

“And what!? Sara asks.

“I don’t know,” Jenny says, “but I guarantee they’ll have thought of something.”

Upstairs, James was also watching Gwen and Katie through a slit in the blinds.

He couldn’t believe he had just been naked in front of them.

He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was obvious they were talking about him and laughing.

He hoped Sara’s hunger for his humiliation had been sated, because he certainly had been humiliated spectacularly!

How could he face these women again? He tried to imagine running into say Gwen at the grocery store. She’d greet him with that same smile he’d just seen outside and…, oh God was he hard right now?

Yes, he had to admit, now that it was over, the thought of it turned him on.

But he was done! In the course of a week and a day, he had been naked and humiliated in front of five or six women twice.

Never again. Never again would he let himself be humiliated in front of that many women!

 

The End.

 

 

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