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The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 01

By: Alfamann



Author's note: This story has been written at the request of Jen. She does exist, lives in Louisiana, and Uncle Jimmy also really exists. However his shenanigans are purely the figment of Jen's very fertile imagination and the author's wayward sexual deviancy. Jen wants a slow build up in the story, so what Jen wants, she gets. 

I need to point out that this story is based in Louisiana, but written by the author who lives in New Zealand which is a million miles, give or take, from where the story is based. So for you purists I apologise if the settings around college basketball are not entirely authentic. Also my barbs about life in Louisiana are just meant to wind up the real life Jen so don't take it personally if you come from that beautiful Southern State.

This is Jen's story............

Chapter One

Where do I begin? I guess it would be polite to introduce myself first. My name is Jen. It is Jennifer to be more correct, but everybody just calls me Jen. I am a really good girl and there is no way I should have got myself mixed up in a story like this. It is just not right or fair. I am sure you will agree when you read my story.

I am 18 years of age and live in Louisiana with my parents, as well as my brother, Jethro and sister, Trixie. I don't want to sound conceited, but I think I am quite pretty. My boyfriend certainly thinks so. He tells me I look a lot like the singer, Taylor Swift, which makes me blush. But I guess I can see the likeness, except I am a brunette. I don't think I am exaggerating when I say I have a nice figure and lovely firm breasts. I am a 24B bra cup.

Now I know there are a lot of ignorant people out there who think girls in Louisiana spend much of their time jumping into bed with their cousins, getting pregnant, bringing up a brood of kids in a shack on the bayou, and just spending the evenings playing the banjo and drinking moonshine. Personally I blame the movie, Deliverance. 

However let me assure you I am far from this insulting Southern belle stereotype. I attend the local college where my grades consistently place me as one of the best students in my classes. I have plans to get accepted at a top University, get a degree, and really make something of myself. Very few of my extended family have been to University, but I want to be different. Not that I want to belittle my family. My Ma and Pa are really supportive of me, and I get on really well with my Uncles and Aunts. That is with the exception of my Uncle Jimmy!

Uncle Jimmy is in his early forties and is married to my Ma's younger sister, Shirley. Forgive me if I speak plainly, but I just don't like Uncle Jimmy, and I never trusted him. Aunt Shirley met Uncle Jimmy when he was a hotshot basketball player at college. He was one of Louisiana's best outside shooters, regularly slotting three pointers. The NBA scouts were reportedly interested. Then he popped his knee, got Aunt Shirley pregnant, and his basketball ambitions went sliding away. Since then he has always resented our side of the family, as if him getting Aunt Shirley pregnant was somehow a big conspiracy on the part of our family to end his basketball dreams.

Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley now have two boys, and while they are fairly good at basketball, they have struggled academically and the oldest was lucky not to be expelled when found with a small quantity of drugs. I think he was only saved because Uncle Jimmy is now the coach of the college basketball team.

The fact that myself and my brother and sister have always been well behaved and are doing well academically seems to get right up Uncle Jimmy's nose. Especially as my proud parents seem to constantly tell everyone who will listen how wonderful we are. I love my parents, but they can be a bit over the top with their praise. 

However of all the people in our extended family that Uncle Jimmy resents it seems, for whatever reason, that I am at the top of his list. When we are at a family gathering Uncle Jimmy is always his usual charming and courteous self. My cousins all think he is the neatest guy, as he is the closest we have to a celebrity in our unassuming, proudly working class family. There are occasions, however, at our family gatherings when I have looked over at Uncle Jimmy and found him staring at me and even occasionally gives me a sneaky wink. It gives me the creeps big time. 

On the odd occasions the two of us are alone anywhere he makes comments that are designed to put me down and often have sexual overtones. When I react he just laughs and is even more scornful of me. I find him downright crass, and I think I have good reason to. Last summer at a college basketball fundraiser he chatted up two of my female college friends, who are less than half his age, and offered them a ride home afterwards. Aunt Shirley was on holiday in New Orleans with my mother at the time. He persuaded my two friends to stop off at his house on the way and after drinking alcohol they ended up nude in his spa. My friends have sworn me to secrecy over the incident, and swear that nothing else happened, however when I pressed them on the subject they seemed hesitant and had trouble looking me in the eyes. I am not so sure.

On one occasion earlier this year when Uncle Jimmy and I were alone in the backyard of my house he got up to his usual trick of trying to put me down with his comments, and I angrily reacted by telling him that I knew what he had done with my friends and he should be ashamed of himself. However far from feeling contrite, it just spurned Uncle Jimmy on. 

He just gave me one of his infuriating winks, before whispering, "And you know what, Jen, your friends had very tasty bodies. Such firm titties and tight little butts." 

I looked at him in aghast.

"But you know what, Jen," he grinned, "I bet you have a body that could put them to shame. Why don't you come around for a spa so I can find out?"

I stormed off in disgust. Uncle Jimmy yelled out that he was only kidding me and not to take him so seriously.

At this point I have to confess that I am still a virgin at 18. It is not that I am a real prude or deeply religious, or anything like that. I just don't believe a girl should jump into bed with just any boy who comes along. Most of my female friends have slept with their boyfriends, but that is a choice they made and I don't really care. I know some of the boys, and even my own friends, believe I am a bit of a stuck up bitch who thinks she is superior to them. I am just not into partying and sucking up to jocks around college like my friends do. 

In truth my confident, outspoken demeanour actually hides a young lady who is in many ways insecure and shy. I am especially bashful when it comes to my own body. Even though I know I have a nice figure I should be proud of I am frightfully awkward when it comes to displaying it in public. I am reluctant to wear short dresses, even though I know I have long slender legs that a lot of girls would die for. When I go swimming I feel exposed even when wearing my modest bikini that is not very revealing. Most of the time I keep my towel wrapped around me. I don't like it when I notice men staring at my breasts, especially if I think my nipples might be protruding through whatever fabric I am wearing. I therefore always wear a bra, even when I am relaxing around home.

I have had a number of boyfriends, but mostly they have been short term relationships. Mostly they dump me when they find I am strictly off limits for any sort of sexual activity, even the mildest foreplay. I don't like it when they put their hand on my leg, or try to cop a feel of my firm titties. I know I am a well developed young woman who should take a more enlightened and adventurous stance towards the opposite sex, but there is a mental block and shyness I cannot overcome.

I do have a new boyfriend, Bobby, who I have been dating for almost three months. Finally I feel I have met someone who seems to genuinely like me, and is not just lusting after my body. Bobby plays in the college orchestra with me. I play the violin while he plays the saxophone. He is in some respects a little geeky, but I like him a lot. He is very polite and respectful, and is never crude. He is also very funny and has the ability to pick me up when my spirits are down. For the very first time in my life I have a relationship with a boy that I feel committed to making work.

As I mentioned, Uncle Jimmy is now the Head Coach of our boys college basketball team. He is no longer the six feet and five inch supreme athlete he use to be, with too much beer and junk food being the main contributor to his expanded waistline. However he is still recognised as one of the finest basketballers the college has ever produced, and has been the Head Coach for the past five years. His success record as Coach has not been great. Our team have never even got close to qualifying for the State Championships, but after each season Uncle Jimmy somehow persuades the College board that he is rebuilding and next year will see bigger and brighter things.

Uncle Jimmy's two redneck boys, Billy and Stan, are both in the college team, along with my older brother, Jethro, as well as another cousin of mine, Dirk. It is a bit of a family affair. Often I have to drop my brother off to basketball practice, and then I go off to my orchestra rehearsal before coming back to the stadium to pick up Jethro. Normally they have not finished practice so I take a seat in the small grandstand and patiently wait. This means that even though I try to avoid my Uncle Jimmy like the plague, we inevitably end up having contact with each other at the stadium. After the practice my cousin, Dirk, and Jethro usually come and sit beside me in the grandstand to cool down and drink their fluids. Billy and Stan seem to share their dislike of me with their father, so they rarely join us. That suits me fine as they are jerks just like their Dad. The girls they date are always tarts who wear high heels, skirts that are too short, and boobs almost hanging out of their tops. In short, those girls have no class, which means they are well paired up with Uncle Jimmy's boys.

My poor Aunt Shirley has tried really hard to be a good mother to her two boys, but I think she has been too soft on them and the overbearing bad influence of their father has made them what they are today. My Ma is always lecturing her younger sister, Shirley, on how to raise a family successfully, but alas I think it has fallen on deaf ears.

Last week the conductor of our orchestra had asked Uncle Jimmy if he could change the times his team practiced over the next four weeks so the orchestra could make use of the stadium. We were scheduled to have a concert in there in a month's time so it was important we got a chance to rehearse in the venue before the big night of our concert. However Uncle Jimmy flatly refused to co-operate and even though we complained to the College Dean he was reluctant to stand up to Uncle Jimmy. Because Uncle Jimmy is family I felt terribly embarrassed about this. The conductor had asked me if I could talk to him and try to persuade him to change his mind, but I told him it would make no difference as we did not get on at all well.

It was while waiting in the grandstand for my brother, Jethro, to finish his basketball practice that my life began to slowly unravel in a very big way. As usual, I had been to orchestra rehearsal. My relationship with Bobby was beginning to blossom and for once I was motivated to impress him. So before leaving home with Jethro I put on a light summer dress that my Ma and Pa had given me as a present a couple of years ago. I had hardly ever worn as it was a lightweight fabric and shorter than I felt comfortable in. The few times I had worn it in public I felt a constant need to either put my hands in front of my boobs or pull down the hem because it had drifted up above mid thigh. However on this day I was determined to make a really positive impression on Bobby, who would also be at orchestra rehearsal. So putting my reservations aside I wore my dress. I did wear a bra though, even though the dress had a boob tube elastic top that was meant to be worn without a bra. 

I think it did make an impression on Bobby as I caught him looking at me a couple of times during rehearsal, and after we finished he told me how pretty I looked. I couldn't help blushing. I wanted to stay and talk to him but I was already running late to pick up my brother.

As usual, when I arrived at the stadium the basketball practice was still underway. Time deadlines meant nothing to Uncle Jimmy. It made little difference to him that people had to wait. I had been in a buoyant mood when I arrived, but soon became annoyed as I had rushed away from chatting with Bobby and was now sitting around waiting for basketball practice to finish.

By the time they finally finished I was smouldering, and found it difficult to be civil to Jethro and my cousin, Dirk, when they sat down beside me on the grandstand to cool down and drink what seemed to be a few gallons of water. I noticed Uncle Jimmy had glanced up at me a couple of times but I immediately looked away. He even gave me a little wave on one occasion, but I refused to acknowledge him. His refusal to let the orchestra rehearse in the stadium was the last straw. I didn't care if I never talked to him again. I was therefore utterly dismayed when, after practice, Uncle Jimmy strolled off the court and up the stairs of the grandstand until he was standing beside where Jethro, Dirk and I were seated.

"Hello Jen. Long time no see."

I ignored him, hoping he would leave.

"You didn't have to dress up in that nice pretty dress just to impress me," he smirked, and the boys had the audacity to laugh at his crassness.

"Not likely," I bit back.

Uncle Jimmy decided he had had enough of winding me up so turned his attention to Jethro and Dirk.

"Good practice tonight boys. I think we are going to really put it together this Saturday."

"Really! I have heard that before." I could not resist a sarcastic interjection.

Uncle Jimmy looked at me with utter contempt, before turning his attention back to the boys.

"I have a really good feeling about this game. The way we are going I am confident we are going to beat the pants off McNeese State."

I just about fell off my seat. We hadn't beaten McNeese State since Neanderthal man stood up and walked. And certainly hadn't even got close in the five years Uncle Jimmy had been coaching. To make matters worse Jethro and Dirk nodded their heads excitedly, obviously agreeing with their Neanderthal coach.

I should have kept my mouth shut, but I just couldn't resist having a go at what I saw as Uncle Jimmy's total stupidly.

"You have got to be bloody kidding me. You couldn't beat McNeese in a spitting contest, let alone on the basketball court." It was my turn to have the contempt in my voice. "You are such a pack of dreamers."

I stood up to leave but Uncle Jimmy was blocking my way out.

"We need to leave," I snapped. "Some of us have lives outside of basketball."

Uncle Jimmy stood his ground and just glared at me. I held his gaze, refusing to be overawed by him.

"So you think we don't have a chance, Miss bloody know it all. Do you want have a little bet on it?"

"I am not interested in your damn bets. Now get out of my way,' I retorted.

He partially stepped out of the way and I angrily brushed past him. True to character he made sure there was only enough room for me to squeeze past him, so that my breasts rubbed against him as I passed by.

"Not even if the bet involves your beloved orchestra?" he responded just as I was descending the stairs.

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to glare at him. "What about the orchestra?"

"If you are so confident we are going to lose, let's have a little side bet on the orchestra, honey."

"I am not your honey," I snarled. "And I don't bet."

"Suit yourself, honey." He turned away from me and starting speaking to his oldest boy, Stan, who had wandered up to watch the verbal altercation between his father and his stuck up cousin.

I stood there with my hands on my hips, infuriated yet again by my Uncle Jimmy.

"What bet?"

Uncle Jimmy ignored me.

"What is the bet? I repeated, louder this time.

Slowly Uncle Jimmy turned back to me. "I thought you weren't interested....honey,"

"I asked you not to call me honey. What is the bet?"

"If we lose against McNeese on Saturday then I will agree to let your orchestra use the stadium for rehearsals over the next four weeks."

"At the times our conductor has asked for?" I questioned warily.

"Yes, at the times that arse-wipe conductor wants."

I continued to glare at him, trying to figure what he was up to.

"What is the catch?"

"O, yee of little faith," Uncle Jimmy shook his head as if disappointed by my line of questioning. "There is no catch. If we lose then your orchestra has access to the stadium, when you need it, until your big concert. Think of the big heroine you will be. Rushing in to save the day. That babyfaced boyfriend of yours will be kissing your feet."

I refused to be baited by his put-down of my boyfriend, Bobby. I was much too focused on the audacious bet he was offering me, which seemed too good to be believable.

"I cannot believe you are making that bet with me in all seriousness. I have witnesses here who have heard what you say, so there is no weaselling out when your team gets its butt kicked."

"Come off it Jen," my brother, Jethro, interjected. "You are supposed to be supporting our team, not making us sound like a bunch of losers."

I wanted to point out to my brother that they were, in fact, a bunch of losers when it came to basketball, but not even in my riled state could I be that cruel.

"You know what I mean, Jethro. McNeese are a really good team and there is no way you can beat them on Saturday." I tried to appease my brother's hurt ego.

I turned my attention back to Uncle Jimmy. "So you are sincerely telling me there is absolutely no catch. You lose, and the orchestra is in."

"Yep. I am a man of my word, regardless of what you might think of me."

"And, what if you win?" I asked tentatively.

"But I thought you said there was no way in hell my team of losers could beat McNeese on Saturday?"

"There isn't," I retorted. "But I cannot help but be curious as to what the bet is, if, by some absolute miracle, you do beat McNeese because half of their team break a leg during the game."

Uncle Jimmy gazed at me as he seemed to ponder what the other side of the bet would entail. As he stared at me his eyes wandered down my body and focused on my long legs poking out from underneath my too-short dress. I had been so riled up that I had totally forgotten I was wearing my lightweight summer dress. I suddenly felt very self conscious. It was as if his eyes could see right through the fabric of my clothing and view my nakedness underneath. Despite myself I began to blush, bringing one arm up in front of my titties and the other in front of my pelvis. This caused Uncle Jimmy to give me a rye smile. He knew he had me flustered.

"Well?" I asked impatiently, trying to draw his attention away from my body.

"If, by some absolute miracle we do beat McNeese...." 

"Yes?" I wished he would just get on with whatever he had to say.

"If by some absolute miracle we do beat McNeese," he repeated, "You will have to travel with us to all our away games this season and be our honorary cheerleader."

"What!" I literally screamed. "Are you stark raving mad."

I looked around at the small crowd of boys who had all gathered around me to watch the verbal slugfest between their Coach and his niece. They all seemed to be enjoying the show. My brother was looking a little sheepish, but made no attempt to leap to my defence.


The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 01



I shook my head in bewilderment. "Am I the only one here who is not a total idiot."

"Perhaps you are," Uncle Jimmy smiled, unfazed by my outburst. "Which would mean your chances of winning the bet are greatly enhanced? Betting against idiots you can't lose, surely."

I continued to shake my head in despair. "You already have cheerleaders. Well at least I think those bimbos that prance around on court before the games are supposed to be cheerleaders."

"They are indeed, and very cute too," Uncle Jimmy responded. "But in case you hadn't realised they are only in attendance at our home games. Having our own little cheerleader for our away games would be a great bolster for the team, wouldn't it boys?"

The surrounding band of brainless, budding basketball stars all nodded their heads in eager agreement.

"You must be in a total dream." I gestured dramatically to the whole group of onlookers. "It would be bad enough following you morons around on your trips running your errands. But to think for even a nano second that I would prance around court as some sort of one-person cheerleader squad is preposterous beyond belief."

The look on Uncle Jimmy's face indicated he was growing tired of my dramatics. 

"Look Jen. I couldn't give a continental if you take my bet or not. I am offering you a chance to be the rescuing saint for your orchestra. By your own admission it is an offer you are sure to win. So I can't see why we have to stand here and watch you be a little drama queen and belittle the whole team. So fuck off home to those parents of yours who think you are God's gift to humanity."

He is such a prick. I was absolutely fuming.

"You could just let the orchestra use the stadium. Why go through all this crap about a bet with me!" I spat out.

"Go to hell," he angrily retorted, and turned to leave.

"All right, butthole, I will take your pathetic bet."

"Too late," he responded without looking back. "If you are going to be so rude the offer is no longer on the table."

He was absolutely unbelievable. However I realised I had let my temper get the better of me.

"Alright. I am sorry. I will take the bet, Uncle Jimmy."

Slowly he turned around to look at me. The small grin on his face gave me an uneasy feeling.

"You are sure now?"

I hesitated. If I lost the bet my world would end. But there was no way his team could beat McNeese. I couldn't turn up the opportunity to be the saviour of my orchestra.

"Jen!" My brother Jethro had been trying to attract my attention, but I choose to ignore him.

"Yes. The bet is a bet. When McNeese beat you on Saturday I will phone our conductor and give him the good news." I tried to look confident but I am not sure I was very convincing.

Uncle Jimmy shrugged his shoulders and walked off. "What will be, will be."

I looked over at my brother and cousin, and beckoned them to follow. I was still wound up and in no mood for conversation. There was a stony silence in the car until after we had dropped off Dirk and my brother and I headed off to our house.

"Jen," Jethro sounded concerned.

"What?' I snapped.

"You do realise that Saturday's game is only a friendly. The championship does not start for another two weeks."

"So?"

"Well, McNeese have already announced they are resting a number of their top players for the game."

"You are kidding me, right?" I tried to keep the panic out of my voice. "You are bloody telling me this now!"

"Jen, I tried to tell you at the stadium but you ignored me," 

My heart was pounding and I began to feel nauseas. 

"You should have tried harder, you stupid idiot." I tore into my brother.

"You have no one to blame except yourself, Jen. You can be a bloody hothead at times."

I knew he was right. I shouldn't be blaming him. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. "But even if McNeese have rested some of their top players they should still be too strong for you guys. Surely?" 

"Perhaps," Jethro responded. "But Uncle Jimmy is right. We are playing better now than we ever have before."

I groaned the type of groan that comes from misery. "If you win, I swear I will kill you."

Jethro smiled and shook his head. "For my little sister's sake, I almost hope we do lose."

By the time Saturday came I was a bundle of nerves. I had slept restlessly the two nights that had passed since my stormy confrontation with Uncle Jimmy. And that stupid bet he had goaded me into accepting. At night my mind kept wanting to contemplate what could happen if McNeese did lose to our college's basketball team, but I refused to let it go there. We couldn't lose. We wouldn't lose. There has to be a natural justice in the world, and justice dictates that McNeese wins and Uncle Jimmy has to let our orchestra rehearse in the stadium.

My Ma and Pa and little sister, Trixie, could sense something was troubling me, but I could not bring myself to discuss it. To be honest I was too embarrassed. I had also sworn my brother, Jethro, to secrecy.

All the family went along to watch the game, but I could not bring myself to go. I tried to watch a movie on TV but the pent up tension meant I could not focus. Time dragged by, and by the time I heard our family's vehicle pull back into the driveway I felt physically sick.

The front door swung open. My younger sister, Trixie, stood there, arms flinging excitedly in the air. "We beat them sis. We beat McNeese. Can you believe it?"

I think I fainted.



The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 02



Recapping the characters:

My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie

My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy

My cousin Dirk

My boyfriend Bobby

*

Chapter Two

When I opened my eyes I was slumped on the sofa. My parents and Trixie were looking down at me with concern.

"What on earth is wrong with you, Jen?" Ma enquired. "Are you ill?"

"No. I'm fine," I tried to reassure her. "I just can't believe we beat McNeese."

"Isn't it great," Pa added excitedly.

I couldn't contain my emotions anymore. Tears began to roll down my eyes. I hid my face in my hands and sobbed.

"Jen, what on earth is wrong with you girl. You have been a bundle of nerves for the past two days." Ma sat down beside me and placed a comforting arm around me. 

I was too emotional to speak.

"She had a bet with Uncle Jimmy, and lost." Jethro decided he needed to speak up.

"Jen had a bet with Jimmy?" My Ma was astounded. "Regarding what? Surely not over a game of basketball?"

I sobbed even louder. My parents looked to Jethro for an explanation. He gave them an abbreviated and sanitised account of the bet Uncle Jimmy had offered me. He told them that since I had lost the bet I had agreed to travel with the team on its away games and be their cheerleader."

"I think they have the picture, thank you Jethro," I suddenly interjected loudly, startling everyone in the room.

Fortunately it distracted my parents from what Jethro was saying. I could not stand the humiliation. By losing the bet I was going to be a bloody one-girl cheerleader squad. Just the thought of it made my eyes well up again. Suddenly I came up with a way out of my predicament.

"You won't let me travel away with the team, will you Pa? I am only 18, and I can't travel away with a bunch of boys. And you know what Uncle Jimmy is like?"

I almost smiled at my stroke of genius, but started to become concerned when my Pa took his time to weigh up the situation. 

"I'll be the only female travelling with them, Pa." I further pleaded my case. "I can't go."

"Call me old fashioned, Jen, but a bet is a bet. You really should have thought of the consequences before you dived into the bet," my Pa finally pronounced.

"No," I groaned. I turned to my Ma. "Ma, please say I can't go. Tell Pa I can't."

"I am sorry Jennifer. I support your Pa. You need to face up to your actions. And you are a good girl and I know I can totally trust you with the boys. Besides, Jethro and your cousins will be there and I know I can rely on them to look after you. I am sure you will actually end up having a lot of fun."

I stormed out of the lounge and upstairs to my room, where I threw myself on my bed and cried. What had I done?

I had only been indulging in my self pity for a few minutes when Pa yelled upstairs that Mr Stanton, our orchestra conductor, was on the phone for me. I groaned out loud, even though no one could hear me except myself. I had been so sure McNeese would beat our team I had asked Mr Stanton to ring me this morning as I would have some good news for him. Dejectedly I made my way down the stairs to pick up the phone. I didn't know how I was going to explain myself without sounding like a total fool.

"Hi, Mr Stanton," I spoke tentatively into phone, trying to think of a suitable explanation.

"Congratulations, Jen. You did it," my conductor blurted excitedly down the phone. "You managed to persuade that stubborn Uncle of yours to change his mind."

"I did?" I had no idea what he was on about.

"Oh, come, Jen. Don't be so coy. Your uncle just phoned me to say the two of you had a little discussion and now we can use the stadium for orchestra rehearsals."

"He did!" I was dumbfounded.

"He certainly did. But he made some comment that I was not sure what he meant. He said he was changing his basketball practice times so they didn't clash with the orchestra cause he needed you to be able to attend his basketball practices."

"What?"

"Yes. Something to do with you having to practice your cheerleader dance routines. I had no idea you were planning to be a cheerleader, Jen. I don't mean to be rude, but I didn't have you figured as the type of person who aspired to being a cheerleader."

For the umpteenth time today I groaned again. If our conductor, Mr Stanton, knew of Uncle Jimmy's intention to try and make me be a cheerleader, then I had no doubt the whole orchestra would soon know. This would include my boyfriend, Bobby. OMG. How humiliating. I couldn't think of a suitable explanation to give to Mr Stanton, so I didn't even attempt one.

The next orchestra rehearsal was scheduled for Tuesday in the stadium, with Uncle Jimmy rescheduling his team's basketball practice to commence straight afterwards. I had not personally heard from my uncle since our ill-tempered encounter last Thursday, and to be honest I was deliberately avoiding him. I hoped he had at least a skerrick of decency in him and he would realise he had behaved despicably towards his niece. I was family, after all. 

I should have known I was hoping against hope. On the Tuesday morning as Jethro and I were preparing to head off to college he turned to me with an embarrassed look on his face. He informed me that Uncle Jimmy said he was expecting me to be at every one of the basketball practices as I had a lot to learn before their first scheduled away game in three weeks time. I was to be sure to bring my gym gear along with me.

"Jethro. This is madness," I responded. "Can't you please talk Uncle Jimmy into changing his mind?"

Jethro had an incredulous look on his face. "Jen. You know as well as I do that Uncle Jimmy answers to no-one but himself. He is certainly not going to care what I have to say. And he is just as likely to kick me off the team if I say anything."

My first instinct was to call him a wimp, but deep down I knew he was right.

At orchestra rehearsal that evening no-one except Mr Stanton seemed aware of the bet I had lost, and I had no intention of mentioning it. My boyfriend, Bobby, was upset with me because he had text me several times over the weekend and I had not responded. I had been so distracted by events I had not even checked my mobile. I apologised and told him it had been a crap weekend, and being the kind hearted person he is he quickly forgave me. I only hoped he would be so understanding when he found out I was going to be travelling away with the basketball team and was going to be a cheerleader. I desperately wanted to tell him the truth but was too embarrassed to do so. I promised myself I would definitely tell him soon.

As orchestra rehearsal finished everyone packed up and left. No-one was surprised when I hung back as they assumed I was waiting for Jethro to have basketball practice. With trepidation I watched the players trickle into the stadium. Several of them looked over at me and I saw them nudging each other, making comments and then laughing. I wished the stadium floor would open up and swallow me.

Jethro had got a ride with our cousin, Dirk. A couple of the other players made comments to them as they arrived, and they all turned to stare at me cowering at the far end of the stadium. Whatever they said, Jethro was not amused and did not laugh along with them. I think he was both angry and embarrassed that his younger sister was going to be causing an unwanted distraction to the team.

Uncle Jimmy was the last to arrive, accompanied by his two redneck sons, Stan and Billy. He glanced around and saw I was standing down the far end of the stadium but ignored me. He organised his boys into some drills and then walked over to the grandstand and began talking to someone seated there. I paid no attention, and continued to nervously fidget with my violin case and the small bag containing my gym gear. When I looked up again a couple of minutes later Uncle Jimmy was beckoning me to come over to him. Reluctantly I took the long walk down the length of the stadium to where Uncle Jimmy was standing. I heard a couple of the boys snigger as I walked passed.

It was not until I got beside Uncle Jimmy that I realised who he was chatting to. It was the pert, diminutive figure of Sonja. I did not know her personally, but knew about her by reputation. I won't bore you with the details, but she is the sort of gal that gives Southern belles a bad name. In other words a total slut who has slept with many of the jocks from around the college. She was also one of the cheerleaders who performed at our home championship games. I had seen her a few times when I went along to our stadium to watch Jethro play. You could just tell she was the type of girl who loved to strut provocatively in front of a crowd wearing only a ridiculously skimpy outfit. She was shorter than me by several inches but had the power-pack body that gymnasts have. She was so flexible she could get her body into positions that would crack bones in the average person.

"You know Sonja, do you Jen?" Uncle Jimmy asked, unable to hide his smirk.

"Hi," I responded frostily.

"She is one of our best cheerleaders."

"Is that so," I responded with an air of indifference.

"Yes, it is so," Uncle Jimmy's smirk grew larger. "And you will be pleased to know she has kindly agreed to train you up on some routines before our first away game in three weeks.

"You are so lucky," Sonja purred. "I wish I was the lucky one able to travel away with the team."

I knew why she wished she could go along. It would give the slut the chance to bang every male on the team, including the coaching staff no doubt. Plus she would no doubt just love being the centre of attention when she strutted around as a solo cheerleader.

"Well you are in luck," I quickly retorted. "I am more than happy for you to take my place."

I quickly picked up my violin case and bag and made to move away.

"Nice try, my darling niece. Sonja's not going anywhere with the team, but you are! Now before the two of you disappear down the other end of the stadium to practice you dance routines, here is your cheerleaders outfit, Jen. It has been made especially just for you so we need to check it fits."

He handed a plastic bag over to me. 

"Fine, I will take it home and let you know if it is suitable," I responded sarcastically.

"No you won't," Uncle Jimmy responded tersely. "You will try it on now. And hurry up will you. We are wasting valuable time."

Tentatively I opened it up and cringed when I saw what was inside.

"I am not wearing this!" I pulled out the skimpy outfit.

Uncle Jimmy's eyes bored into me. "Jen! Our bet was that you would be our cheerleader. Now, in case you had not noticed, cheerleaders wear cheerleader outfits. What you have in your hand is a cheerleader outfit, and you are wearing it. Now if you are not changed and back here in four minutes I will ask Stan and Billy to come over and give you a hand. I am sure they would love to help."

I held my ground, wanting to continue our disagreement when I noticed Uncle Jimmy was looking at his watch.

"You are rapidly running out of time, Jen. I think my boys are going to be needed to help you get dressed." He turned and yelled out for his redneck sons to come over. 

Angrily I snapped up the plastic bag and stormed off to the female's locker room. When I got there the door was locked, and I spent several seconds stubbornly trying to force it open. I looked back across the stadium to Uncle Jimmy who was grinning at me and pointing to his watch. I sprinted back across the stadium.

"It is locked," I breathlessly pointed out the obvious.

"Yes. The female changing room is always locked in the evening as only the men use the stadium after hours. You will have to use the male locker room."

I could hear Sonja giggling behind me. Stan and Billy were wandering over towards us.

"I am not getting changed in the men's locker room," I vehemently protested.

Uncle Jimmy just shrugged and looked down at watch. "Suit yourself. You either get changed in the locker room or out here in the stadium. It is entirely your choice, but it would certainly be more fun watching you get changed out here."

"What's up Pa?" Stan and Billy had joined us.

"I think Jen needs your help," Uncle Jimmy grinned.

"Like bloody hell I do." 

I quickly turned on my heels and stormed off towards the men's locker room.

"Two and a half minutes left," Uncle Jimmy yelled.

Panic set in. I ran into the locker room and quickly looked around the three aisles of lockers. Thank heavens it was empty. My fingers fumbled as I fought with the stubborn buttons on my blouse and flicked it off. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles before realising I needed to take off my shoes and socks first. Stumbling backwards I landed on the bench seat and kicked off my footwear before sliding my jeans off. I felt terribly vulnerable, sitting in the men's locker room dressed in only my bra and knickers. I would be mortified if someone walked in now. 

Realising I was wasting time by pondering my fate, I reached into the bag and pulled out the cheerleader outfit and held it up. Just looking at it made me feel faint. It consisted of almost nothing. Even though it was in the purple and yellow colours of our college, it was different than what our cheerleader squad wore at our home games. It was even briefer! I had not thought that could be possible, given how brief the cheerleader outfits already were.

I regarded the outfit I was holding in my hands as indecent. The top was like a full bikini top, yellow on one side, purple on the other, and tied together in the front with a bow. However it was the bottom of the outfit that was most shocking. It was a pleated yellow and purple skirt that could not have been much more than six inches long. At the rear it had a pathetically bimbo big yellow ribbon that hung down below the skirt.

I closed my eyes in despair, hoping that when I opened them I would find I had awakened from a terrible nightmare. However when I opened them again the nightmare had not gone, and all I had achieved was to waste yet more time.

"You have less than one minute, Jen," Uncle Jimmy's voice boomed out.

I quickly pulled the top over my bra and tied the bow at the front. Picking up the skirt I pulled it around my waist and tied the bow tightly at the rear. However when I looked down I noticed my pink knickers were clearly visible underneath. I looked positively indecent. 

Reaching behind me I loosened the bow of my skirt, pulled it lower down my hips, and refastened it. The skirt was now so low on my hips it barely covered the top of my pubic hair. The top of my pink knickers were showing above the waistband of the skirt. Frantically I pushed the top of my panties down so they did not show. I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror above the hand basin. I stared at myself in horror, disbelieving of what I was seeing. I felt like I was almost naked. The only saving grace was that the crotch of my knickers was now thankfully hidden, although only just. 

'I can't go out like this,' I rationalised to myself. 'The humiliation will be just too much.'

I jumped in fright as Uncle Jimmy's two boys burst into the locker room. I cowered back into a corner and instinctively brought my hands up in front of me. When they spotted me their faces lit up with lust. One of them wolf whistled.

"That is a definite improvement. The stuck up bitch looks decidedly hot," Stan leered.

"Get out of here," I protested.

"Pa says we're to fetch you out whether ya dressed or not," Billy drooled. 

They both advanced on me. In a panic I quickly sidestepped them and rushed out into the stadium, right into the middle of a jump and shoot drill the boys were running through. The chaos caused as I ran through the middle resulted in the whole drill disintegrating.

"What the hell are you doing," Uncle Jimmy yelled out. "Get over here and leave the boys alone."

I quickly scampered towards the side of the stadium where Uncle Jimmy was standing with Sonja. Most of the boys had stopped playing basketball and were watching my exit from their midst. I felt as if they were all staring at my barely covered buttocks. I blushed bright red and pulled the back of my skimpy skirt down.

"My gawd. I didn't realise your little sis had such a hot bod," one of the players nudged Jethro.

"Shut your face, pervert," Jethro responded angrily

Uncle Jimmy looked me up and down as I walked towards him. The leer on his face seemingly indicating he was relishing seeing his niece's lack of clothing and her discomfort.

"You took your time," he barked. "I thought I told you four minutes."

"I went as quick as I could. You try getting changed in four minutes," I replied sarcastically.

He ignored my retort, but kept his eyes on me. I felt more exposed than I ever had been in my whole life. I hated the thought that I had so much bare flesh exposed, especially in front of my creepy uncle and all the boys in the basketball team.

"Are you wearing a bra?" Uncle Jimmy's gaze was firmly focused on my boobs.

"Of course I am," I snapped back. 

"Well take it off."

"What!" I responded incredulously.

"Cheerleaders don't wear bras under their tops. Have you ever seen Sonja wearing a bra when she and the girls are dancing in front of the fans?"

Slowly I turned to stare at Sonja. Frankly I had never noticed.

"How the hell would I know," I retorted.

Sonja grinned at me provocatively "We don't. Not ever."

I could not help thinking what a slut she must be.

"I am not removing my bra," I yelled out in anger.

The whole stadium went quiet apart from a chorus of sniggering. Everyone's attention was focused on me, and I felt my face flush even further with embarrassment.

Uncle Jimmy waved his finger in my face. "Don't think you are too old for a damn good spanking young lady."

Uncle Jimmy was playing to his audience, and most of the boys sniggered even louder. I doubted even Uncle Jimmy would dare try doing such a demeaning thing, but I was not about to push my luck. Furiously I stormed back across the stadium floor, the eyes of the players watching me all the way to the entrance to the locker room.

Once inside I removed my top, unfastened my bra and removed it. My firm titties sprung free. I kept furtively glancing around, expecting to find someone spying on me. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I knew Uncle Jimmy was just intent on humiliating me as much as possible. And unfortunately for me he was succeeding very well. I knew I had been a bit of a bitch to him in the past, but there was no way I deserved this.

I pulled the bikini-type top of the ridiculous purple and yellow cheerleaders outfit back on and fastened the bow in front of the cups. I moved over to the hand basin where the mirror was positioned. I groaned in dismay when I saw my reflection. The outlines of my nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

'Bloody hell', I mumbled to myself. 'This cannot be happening to me.'

The nervous tension meant I had goose bumps. And when I got goose bumps my nipples would become hard, which meant the pointed ends were poking against the fabric.

'No, no,' I reprimanded my own breasts, 'don't do this to me. Not now. Please.'

I actually tried to flatten my nipples with the palm of hand, but it made no difference.

"Jen," Uncle Jimmy's voice boomed out. "What the hell are you doing in there? Playing with yourself?"

Raucous laughter echoed from the stadium.

"Get out here now or I am sending the whole damn team in to fetch you out."

More raucous laughter followed. Humiliation wept from every pore of my body as I made the slow and incredibly embarrassing walk out of the locker room and into the stadium. Everyone's attention was focused on me. There were grins and snickering everywhere. The exception was my brother, Jethro, who stared at me briefly then turned away in disgust.




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 02



I tried to keep one arm placed in front of my chest, while the other kept hold of the bottom of my skirt, continuously trying to pull in down so my knickers were not exposed. After what seemed an eternity I made it across the stadium floor and stood in front of Uncle Jimmy and Sonja. Both were obviously amused at my discomfort.

Uncle Jimmy let his eyes wander lazily over my body, before turning to Sonja.

"What do you reckon? Is it a good fit on Jen or not? You don't think it is too big?"

I gasped. "Are you crazy?"

Sonja seemed to consider the question. "I am not sure. It is so hard to see if she keeps her arms in front of her."

I gave her the look of death. 'You absolute bitch', I thought.

"Put your hands down, for heavens sake, Jen," Uncle Jimmy scolded me like a little child. 

I felt like I was eight years old, not eighteen. Reluctantly I let my arms fall to my side.

Uncle Jimmy and Sonja once again looked me up and down.

"I suppose it is pretty good fit," Sonja finally admitted reluctantly.

"Yes, I like it," Uncle Jimmy concurred. "Especially the way her nipples poke out like that."

Mortified, I quickly brought both arms up across my chest. 

"There is no way I am going to waltz around in front of a crowded stadium wearing this outfit. It is positively indecent, and you know it. Our own cheerleader's outfits are not as miniscule as this, so there is no reason why I should be forced to wear it. I will be ridiculed!" I pleaded. "Please Uncle Jimmy. Not this. You have had your fun, now it is time to stop." 

Uncle Jimmy's response was to give me a lopsided grin. "Jen, my darling niece, my fun hasn't even begun."

I suddenly felt very petrified.

"Now. We have wasted far too much time on this," he continued. "I have a team of basketballers to coach, and Sonja you have a budding cheerleader you have to hammer into shape in 3 weeks." Uncle Jimmy looked back at me. "What are you waiting for, girl? Go and get changed into your gym gear, unless you want to keep showing off that cute little body of yours."

I knew the whole situation was out of control. Well certainly out of my control. But I didn't seem to have much choice, and not wanting to stand there receiving more ridicule I quickly made my way back to the men's locker room. I was about to get unchanged when I heard a noise and froze. One of the players emerged from the toilet and started washing his hands in the basin. When he noticed my reflection in the mirror he turned to stare.

"Don't mind me," he grinned. "I promise I won't look."

"Do I look totally stupid?" I retorted.

He tried to look hurt. "Aw, come on. You can trust me."

"Get the fuck out of here," I spat. I was shocked at my own language but my nerves were stretched to breaking point.

Fortunately he decided it was time to quit, but not before mumbling 'and fuck you too' as a parting shot as he exited the locker room.

I was very thankful to finally be able to strip off my ridiculously skimpy purple and yellow cheerleaders outfit, and dreaded the thought that I would ever have to put it on again. I hastily put my bra back on, followed by my white tee shirt, shorts and sneakers. I now wished I had put something more substantial in my bag as gym clothing, but in reality it is so damn hot and sticky in Louisiana at this time of year I would have died if I had put on any additional clothing. I was so painfully shy of my body that I still felt exposed in my tee shirt and shorts, but at least it was a heck of a lot better than what I had just been forced to wear.

By the time I exited the locker room Uncle Jimmy had his team fully focused on the basketball drills and apart from some furtive glances I was able to make my way to the far end of the stadium without any jeers or sneers. Sonja was standing there waiting for me, her toe tapping the floor impatiently.

"Bout time girl. We got plenty of work to do. You done any cheerleading before?"

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

"No."

"Gawd bloody almighty. I hope you learn quick."

I couldn't believe Sonja was treating me with such contempt, given we were the same age. 'What a tramp' I thought to myself. 

Sonja then proceeded to inform me that given the short amount of time we were just going to focus on one dance routine, so I better listen good and do as she said. She then turned on the little ghetto blaster she had brought with her. 'Girls just wanna have fun' by Cyndi Lauper screeched out of the speakers.

"This is your song, girl. I hope ya like it."

"Well I don't," I groaned.

"Too bloody bad. We gonna have some fun, so it is such a fitting song."

We spent the next hour with Cyndi Lauper blasting in my ears while going through a set of pathetic dance routines that to me seems to consist of a whole lot of pointless writhing, twirling and jumping. Making matters worse was the fact that within fifteen minutes I was struggling due to a gross lack of fitness. It came as a shock to me how unfit I was. Reluctantly Sonja stopped every ten minutes to let me get my breath back. She hardly raised a sweat, even though she was working out along with me. Her flexibility was also amazing, being able to raise her leg above her head. I on the other hand had about as much flexibility as a popsicle stick. I was actually pretty pathetic.

At the end of the hour I was just about dead. Uncle Jimmy wandered down to check up on us while his boys packed away the balls and other gear. Uncle Jimmy asked Sonja how I had gone.

"Frankly she is hopeless, Mr Stovac. She is an absolute greenhorn and totally unfit."

I wanted to jump to my own defence but I was too exhausted to bother.

Uncle Jimmy looked me up and down, yet again. "I can see how unfit she is."

I looked down at myself and realised what he was referring to. My tee shirt was soaked with sweat. My bra was clearly visible through the thin fabric. I wondered if my continuous embarrassment was every going to end.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Mr Stovac?" Sonja enquired of Uncle Jimmy. "As good as I am, it is asking too much to have her ready in three weeks."

"Yes, I am sure. She is going to be our cheerleader in three weeks, ready or not." Uncle Jimmy turned to me. "You need to get yourself fit, girl. Get your nose out of those books, stop playing that damn violin so much, and get some exercise. At the beginning of each practice I am going to give you a fitness test and I expect to see improvement or else I'll stick you over my knee and give that firm little bum of yours a damn good spank."

I opened my mouth in outrage, but had no energy to have another verbal battle with my oaf of an uncle. Instead I turned and stormed off. I could hear the both of them sniggering in the background.



The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 03



Recapping the characters:

My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie

My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy

My cousin Dirk

My boyfriend Bobby

Sonja, the bitch cheerleader

*

The following morning Jethro woke me at an obscenely early hour. I am not a morning person and struggled to get my eyes to focus. My body ached from the previous night's gyrations that I had struggled through as Sonja tried in vain to make me the cheerleader I did not want to be. On the ride home last night Jethro and I had sat in stony silence for most of the journey. I was mad at what Uncle Jimmy had put me through, and Jethro was obviously upset that he had to watch his little sister doing it. As we pulled into our parents' driveway I turned to Jethro.

"You have to help me, Jethro," I pleaded.

"With what," he responded, unwilling to look at me. "Help you be a slut? Help you to humiliate me in front of my team members?"

"Jethro, that is really unfair. You know I don't want to do this. If you think you are humiliated, spare a thought for me. How do you think I feel?"

Jethro thought about it. "I guess you are right," he admitted reluctantly. "How can I help?"

"You can kill Uncle Jimmy for a start. Don't you know any good assassins?"

We both laughed and it at least broke the tension.

"Jethro, I have so many problems I don't know where to start. But firstly at least help me to get fit as I have a fitness test at Thursday's practice and I know I will just die."

So at 6.00am Jethro dragged me out of bed and took me for a run. Well at least he ran, while I staggered along behind in a state of constant oxygen deprivation. He spent most of his time doubling back so I could catch him up. All very embarrassing.

The following morning the process was repeated again, even though I had the fitness test in the evening. As one would expect, I was no better, but in a way I was proud of myself for at least getting out and giving it a go. I was no athlete, and certainly no cheerleader, but I was motivated to get fitter so that I would not be getting constantly degraded by Uncle Jimmy, Sonja and the basketball team.

When I arrived at the stadium for my orchestra rehearsal I was just wearing my gym gear with a sweatshirt over the top. I had decided to put my gym gear on before leaving home so I would not have to endure going into the men's locker room to get changed.

When I arrived for rehearsal, Bobby, my boyfriend, was surprised at my choice of clothing as I was far more casually dressed than is normal for me. I had only spoken to him briefly at college since the last rehearsal and had mentioned nothing about the bet I had lost with Uncle Jimmy.

"I don't mean to be rude, Jen," Bobby spoke politely, "but you don't normally come to rehearsal clothed like that. Going to do a bit of basketball practice afterwards, are we," he laughed.

I decided I had to tell him something, but before I could think through what I was going to say one of the girls from the orchestra leaned over to Jimmy.

"Didn't she tell you Jimmy? She is going to be a cheerleader."

Bobby's jaw dropped open. I hung my head in embarrassment. I had made a mess of things again.

"Oh, I am sorry Jimmy," the girl added. "Didn't she tell you? Girlfriends shouldn't keep secrets from you, you know. It is not a good look." She twisted the knife before giving me a condescending smile. 

"Jen?" Bobby looked really hurt.

I had no choice. I told him the truth about losing the bet and now I had to go through the whole embarrassing experience with Uncle Jimmy. Bobby went real quiet, and he was clearly upset. However orchestra rehearsal commenced and when it finished he left without saying a word.

I felt hurt but didn't have time to dwell on it as the basketball players were already arriving, including Jethro and cousin Dirk. Last into the stadium were Uncle Jimmy and his two gormless sons, Stan and Billy. Accompanying them was the slut, Sonja. She was looking very chummy with my uncle, and I immediately wondered if he was banging the cheerleader. I would not put it past him at all.

Sonja was still in her work clothes. I had heard she helps out at the bowling alley if she doesn't have classes. She had to get changed into her gym clothing, so I expected to see her head off to the men's locker room like I had to on the previous practice night. I was staggered when Uncle Jimmy reached into his pocket and handed Sonja a key. She immediately walked over to the women's locker room and let herself in. Uncle Jimmy looked over and gave me one of his lopsided grins. 

'You bastard,' I thought. 'You had a key the whole time.' 

My slime-ball uncle beckoned me over to him.

"Jethro tells me you have been out running?"

"So?" I responded with contempt.

"I'm impressed. I didn't think you had the motivation in you."

Surely he wasn't giving me a half-hearted compliment.

"So join in with the boys in their warm up and stretching routines, and then we will give you the fitness test."

"Join in with the boys?" I queried.

"Are you deaf?" was his blunt response.

The boys were lining up at the far end of the court so I scurried off to join them, least I suffer more ridicule from my uncle. I had no sooner got there and they all took off in a sprint to the centre line, leaving me behind.

"Keep up, Jen!" Uncle Jimmy's voice thundered out.

I swore under my breath as I headed off after the boys. By the time I got to the centre line they had already returned to the end line. I felt a total idiot as they watched me run back towards them, my boobs bouncing up and down. At least the next time they sprinted off I was a little more prepared so didn't trail them back by quite so much. After repeating this half a dozen times I was exhausted. 

Uncle Jimmy then asked his oldest boy, Stan, to run everyone through some other warm up exercises. I noticed Stan glance over at me, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was up to no good.

"Let's do some jogging on the spot," he grinned, and I saw him wink at a couple of the boys in the team.

As soon as I started jogging up and down I realised what Stan was up to. My titties were bouncing up and down furiously and the boys were enjoying the show. Stan's next trick was then to have everyone doing star jumps, which was just as bad for me. I couldn't help blushing.

"Right, you lot. Stop perving at our trainee cheerleader," Uncle Jimmy yelled from across the stadium. "Get on with your defence skills."

"Damn, cousin. What a shame," Stan sneered. "I was just going to do some exercises that would show off that sweet little arse of yours."

"Why don't you and your equally retarded brother go and wrassle some gators. With a bit of luck you will both get eaten," I bit back.

"You'll keep," he shot back.

I had slumped forward, hands on knees, chest heaving in an effort to suck in much needed oxygen.

"You, over here, Jen. You have a fitness test to complete."

Still slouched forward with hands on my knees, I slowly lifted my head. "You are kidding me, right?" I said disbelievingly.

"Get your fancy little pants over here. Didn't I tell you we were going to be doing a fitness test?" There was sarcasm in his tone.

"What have I just been doing? Was that not a fitness test?" I tried to return the sarcastic tone.

"That my charming little niece is what we call a warm up. We wouldn't want you to strain a muscle in one of those pretty legs of yours. Then I would have to massage you with these cold, rough hands of mine. No fun at all. Well, not for you."

'What a total jerk' I thought.

Sonja however, thought he was funny and giggled. I had not seen her emerge from the changing rooms. She was still holding the key to the women's locker room in her hand. She made a big act of handing it over to him, being sure that I noticed.

"Thank you for the key, Mr Stovac," she purred. "I am sure you give a really good massage."

"Oh, I do Sonja," he winked. 

I just about threw up. She deserved a creep like my Uncle Jimmy.

He turned his attention back to me. "Right, Jen. So now that you are all warmed up you are ready for the fitness test."

All I could do was shake my head from side to side.

"Watch carefully, cause I don't want you to mess it up. This is a fitness routine I have seen the cheerleader's squad doing. Not that I was watching those cute little lasses jumping around. I wouldn't do anything like that, would I Sonja?" He actually winked at her again.

"Of course not, Mr Stovac. Not a gentleman like you," Sonja pouted.

'I am going to vomit,' I thought. 'I cannot believe what I am hearing'.

"Right. Are you watching, Jen? I will get Sonja to demonstrate nice and slowly cause we don't wanna see you get lost."

"Whatever," I responded.

"Are you watching, or content to be brat?" he persisted.

"I'm watching! I'm bloody watching," I screeched. "Can't you just get on with it?"

Uncle Jimmy glanced over at Sonja with one of his infuriating lopsided grins. "Very touchy, isn't she?"

Naturally Sonja nodded her agreement.

"Right, now that we have established Miss Touchy is watching, let's get the demonstration underway."

Uncle Jimmy beckoned Sonja to come closer and stand beside him. "You are too cute. I hope you don't mind me saying that?"

Sonja at least had the good grace to blush slightly. "Thank you, Mr Stovac."

"Okay. Here we go. One, squat down and place your hands on the floor. Two, push your legs out behind you. Three, do a push up. Four, pull yourself back to a squat and five, stand up."

Sonja faithfully followed his commands, and then repeated the exercise effortlessly several more times, her back perfectly straight the whole time. What a bloody show-off. 

"Your turn now Jen," spoke Uncle Jimmy.

"How many?" I asked, hoping to hear a very low figure.

"Until you drop and can't do any more."

"What?" I screeched.

"Go, you bloody moaning little hussy," he yelled so angrily that I jumped in surprise.

Deciding it was best to get it over with I launched into the squat.

"And count out loud when you have completed each one," Uncle Jimmy bellowed.

It was totally demeaning to be watched while going through the exercise routine, and having to count each one like a child. After the first few I rapidly began to tire and my body began to buckle."

"Keep your arms and back straight," Sonja chirped. 

"I am trying, you dumbass," I retorted, while gasping for breath.

After seventeen I collapsed on the floor, my muscles screaming and my heart pounding frantically. Uncle Jimmy and Sonja just stared down at me, totally unimpressed at my effort.

"Pathetic," Uncle Jimmy finally spoke. "From now on I expect you to improve your target at every practice. If you don't I will think up a suitable punishment for your lack of effort and commitment. Now get on with learning your cheerleader routine. Sonja hasn't got all night to waste on you."

He walked off. I groaned from my prone position on the floor. 

Somehow I managed to drag myself up from the floor and tried to show enthusiasm for the cheerleader routines Sonja was trying to drum into me. Cyndi Lauper's lyrics were bursting from the ghetto blaster. Even though I hated every second of it, pride kept driving me on. I had always succeeded at everything I had done, and I didn't want to admit defeat, no matter how bad I was. The look in Sonja's eyes every time I fluffed a move made it abundantly clear she felt I was next to hopeless. I could have done with some positive encouragement, but Sonja was not about to dish any out. She seemed intent on making things as tough for me as she could.

The next day I looked for my boyfriend, Bobby, between classes at college but I could not find him and got the distinct impression he was avoiding me. I knew he was angry and hurt when he found out I was going to be a cheerleader. I desperately wanted to apologise to him.

After dinner I phoned his mobile several times and finally he answered. I almost cried with relief when I heard his voice. But he was far from happy. Desperately I tried to explain again why I was travelling away with the basketball team and being their cheerleader.

"You have to understand, Bobby," I pleaded. "I have no choice. My own parents even insist I have to go through with it because I was stupid enough to take the bet with Uncle Jimmy, and even worse I bet that my own brother's team would lose."

Bobby remained silent.

"Bobby, please," I again pleaded desperately.

"You only want to flaunt your body in front of all those boys. I heard how you wore a cheerleader's outfit that was positively indecent. It hardly hid your fanny."

"Bobby. I had to wear that outfit. I had no choice. And believe me I cannot think of anything worse than parading myself in front of those boys in the team. You are the one for me."

There was a long silence.

"Prove it," Bobby finally responded in a whisper.

"I will do anything to prove it," I replied confidently.

"What are you wearing?" Bobby still spoke in a whisper.

I thought I had misheard him. "Did you ask me what I am wearing?"

"Yes."

I was bewildered by the question, but responded anyway. "I am wearing jeans and a tee shirt. But why would you want to know that?"

He ignored my question. "Are you in your bedroom?"

"Yes."

"Is your door closed?"

"Yes," I responded tentatively.

"Take off your jeans."

"What?" I was aghast. "Whatever do you mean?" I asked dumbly.

"You have paraded your body in front of a whole stadium of boys. If I am the one for you, then prove it by flaunting yourself for me. You said you would do anything to prove yourself."

I could not believe my loving, gentle boyfriend could even suggest this. "I will do anything, but nothing like this. You need to understand I am painfully shy about my body," I pleaded.

Bobby did not respond. He simply hung up the phone on me. I silently cursed, using words a young lady should not utter, even to herself. My worse cursing was reserved for Uncle Jimmy who was rapidly making my life hell.

I took in several deep breathes to clear my head then phoned Bobby back. His mobile rang for an age before he finally answered, although he said nothing.

"I am taking my jeans off," I spoke nervously into my mobile. 

I had to put down my phone, remove my sneakers and socks, before sliding my jeans down my legs and kicking them off. Even though I was in the relative safety of my bedroom I felt vulnerable, as if one of my parents were going to burst into my room and accuse me of behaving like a common tramp. This was the sort of thing girls like Sonja and her cohorts from the cheerleading squad did, not clean living young ladies like myself who were destined for better things.

I picked up the phone, still baffled as to why Bobby wanted me to remove my jeans.

"I have done it." I tried to sound calm.

Bobby then asked me if my laptop was turned on, and I informed him it was.

"Take a photo of yourself standing up, and email it to me. I will ring you back when I have got it," Bobby requested before hanging up.

I felt my heart race. I so wanted to get back in Bobby's good books as I really liked him. Also I knew I had behaved badly so probably this was in a weird way his rightful retribution. 

Even though I still had on my tee shirt, bra and knickers I felt so exposed with my bare long legs. Nervously I set my camera on the tripod and took the photo, but I could not bear to look at it. Instead I just emailed it to him before I lost my courage. I then sat on my bed fidgeting, anxious for him to ring me back.

Fortunately I did not have long to wait.

"You look so gorgeous," he panted.

I blushed in embarrassment but was pleased to hear the enthusiasm in his voice. I had felt awkward but I had done it, and it was over.

"Now take off your tee shirt and email me the photo."

"Huh?" I grunted dumbly. "You're kidding, right. I already removed my jeans for you."

There was an awkward silence.

I could hardly believe I was actually doing it, but I slipped my tee shirt over my head, bashfully stood up in just my bra and panties, and took the photo using the remote timer on my camera. This time I sneaked a quick glance at my image as I emailed it to him. I was shocked as I saw myself staring back at me from the photo, clothed only in my underwear. Because of my lack of confidence in my own body, I always thought of myself as an underdeveloped, awkward teenager. Imagine my shock when the image staring back at me revealed a surprisingly curvaceous young lady who, even in my humble opinion, looked rather pretty. Dare I say, even slightly erotic. I giggled at my own wicked thoughts, then silently chastised myself for being so brazen.

"You are so damn cute," was Bobby's response when he opened his email. "You are all forgiven, my darling. I am sorry I was a bit of a jerk, but I was upset."

Relief washed over me. "You weren't a jerk and there is no need to apologise. Thank you for forgiving me."

"Can we do this again?" Bobby asked enthusiastically. "The photo thing?"

"Bobby Simpson. You are a naughty little pervert," I jokingly reprimanded him.

When he hung up I could not believe how flushed I was. I was sitting on the side of my bed dressed only in my blue bra and matching knickers. Thank heavens I was wearing one of my newer, matching underwear sets my wealthy Aunt Meg in New Zealand had sent me for my birthday. My mind was in turmoil. One part of me was disgusted at how 'tarty' I had acted even if it was to save my relationship with my boyfriend. But another, secretive part of me enjoyed being pushed outside of my conservative, safety-first veneer.

I glanced down again at the photo and tried to visualise how Bobby would have viewed me. Was I just cute, or was there something more sexual? Did he lust after me? I stood up and viewed myself in the full length mirror attached to the wardrobe door. It was as if for the first time I was seeing myself as a sexual being. 

Yes. I am a virgin. Please don't laugh or ridicule me. I have my life all planned out before me, and jumping into the back seat of some drunken boy's car to have sex that I will regret for the rest of my life is just not on the agenda. I have not even been touched intimately by a male. When a man puts a ring on my finger he can have my body. That is my philosophy.

As I stood in front of the mirror I was staggered to realise I was aroused. Without realising it I had been grinding the top of my thighs together, and now there was a distinctively telltale wet patch on the front of my knickers. My immediate impulse was to quickly get dressed, but I forced myself to stand in front of the mirror. It was embarrassing, but I felt almost naughtier than I ever had before. I imagined how devastated I would feel if either of my parents walked in, or my brother Jethro, and there I was standing in front of the mirror in only my underwear. Would my obvious arousal be evident to them? 

I found my mind straying to the past times in my life I had felt humiliated. I recalled how on one occasion I had finished showering, and being sure I was the only one home I had put the towel down the laundry chute, exited the bathroom and began to quickly dash the ten yards along the upstairs hallway to my bedroom. However before I even got half way I realised my brother was bounding up the stairs. I hesitated, trying to decide whether to keep dashing for my bedroom, or turn back. Before I could make any decision Jethro was right in front of me in the hallway. I was shocked. He was shocked. For a moment we were frozen in time. I was so stunned I hadn't even reacted by bringing my hands in front of me to hide my budding breasts or sparse triangle of pubic curls. 

Finally my brain sprung back into gear and I spun around and ran back to the safety of the bathroom, no doubt giving Jethro a good view of my buttocks jiggling up and down. When I got to the closed bathroom door I was so panicked I couldn't open it. All I could think of was I was standing there totally naked in full view of my brother. After what seems an excruciating amount of time I realised I was pulling the door to try and open it, when all I needed to do was push it. I just about fell into the bathroom, managing to slam the door behind me. Searching around the room, I realised the only towel in there was the one I had dried myself with and thrown down the laundry chute. I slid down the tiled wall into a crouch, and just sat there listening to the pounding of my heart. 




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 03



I couldn't think what to do I was so embarrassed, so rather than make a decision I just sat there. I was shaken out of my procrastination by a sudden knock on the door. Jethro informed me he desperately needed to pee. The only toilet we have is in the bathroom. 

"Get me a towel!" I yelled back.

"Get your own," he retorted.

"Jethro!" I screamed back.

It was then that I heard the front door bell ring.

"Coming Dirk," I heard Jethro respond to our cousin.

I panicked. Throwing open the bathroom door I dramatically sprinted, naked, down the hallway. As I ran past the stairs both Jethro and Dirk were halfway up. 

"Holy smoke," I heard Dirk gasp. "Did you just see your little sister?"

To say I was mortified is an understatement.

Incredibly, recalling the bathroom incident with Jethro made me feel even more aroused. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I realised the damp stain in the crotch of my panties was expanding. My chest flushed with shame. I so much wanted to grind my legs together even more. To stop myself I forced my legs open about 12 inches so my thighs weren't touching. However when I looked in the mirror my appearance was somehow even more erotic. With my legs open my swollen labia could be clearly seen through the damp, sticky fabric of my knickers.

Further thoughts of past embarrassments flooded into my mind. I shuddered as I recalled a few summers ago when we were at my Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley's house. It was a big family gathering for Aunt Shirley's birthday, and most of us young ones were in their pool trying to keep cool from the sweltering Louisiana summer. All us cousins were fooling around and playing. Even in those days I was too bashful to wear a bikini and my mother couldn't even get me into a swimwear shop to buy my own bathing suit. So I had to settle for cast offs from my cousins, and on this occasion I was wearing a baggy strapless one piece that was probably two sizes too big for me. As I was about exit the pool, Uncle Jimmy's youngest son, Billy, yanked down the top of my bathing suit, exposing my just developing breasts. I was mortified and quickly pulled them up. 

I sat on the side of the pool and began to tell him his behaviour was not funny. But the words had no sooner got out of my mouth when his brother, Stan, who was out of the pool, sneaked up behind me and pulled the top down again, and held it down. I screamed and twisted around to try and force him to let it go. But as I did, Billy reached up from the pool and grabbed the lower part of my swimsuit and yanked hard. To my horror I felt my swimsuit disappearing over my hips and down my thighs. I frantically kicked out at Billy but all that did was assist him to remove my swimsuit completely. I could not believe it. I was sitting totally naked on the side of the pool. It was my worse nightmare. Quickly jumping into the pool, I screamed at Billy to return my swimsuit, and swam after him. But as I reached him on the other side of the pool he turned and threw my swimsuit over the adjoining hedge to where all the adults were sitting, who were oblivious to what was causing all the commotion down at the pool. 

At that point I just lost it and went into a temper tantrum, screaming some very unladylike words at Billy and Stan. This of course drew even more attention to myself and my naked predicament. Before I knew it a number of the adults were standing up peering over the hedge to see what all the commotion was about. The next thing I saw was my mother storming down the path that led to the poolside. In her hands she was holding my discarded bathing suit.

"Jennifer. Get over here," she demanded angrily. When my mother call me Jennifer rather than Jen then I know I am in trouble. "What in God's name are you up to girl?"

I quickly swam over to where she was standing and tried to explain to her what had happened. She knew that Uncle Jimmy's boys were trouble, however there was no way she could comprehend that they were able to remove my bathing suit unless I was somehow complicit in the whole thing. I was dumbstruck that she could actually believe I had wanted the boys to strip me naked. As I continued to plead my innocence my mother angrily grabbed my arm and pulled me from the pool. For a few seconds I continued to remonstrate with her before I suddenly became acutely aware I was standing nude beside the pool with every set of eyes of the adults and cousins riveted on me. Laughter began to echo around the pool.

I tried to free the arm my mother had a hold of so I could cover myself up, but her grip was firm. With my free arm I tried to cover both my titties and my pubes but it was a fruitless exercise, so I settled for covering my pubes, leaving my budding young breasts totally exposed. My mother's admonishing voice was ringing in my ears. I was so mortified with embarrassment I was having trouble focusing on what she was saying. But when I heard her state my behaviour was totally unacceptable and I needed a damn good spanking as a reminder to how young ladies should behave, she suddenly had my full and undivided attention. My Ma and Pa are really good parents to me but they have very old fashioned principles. Which means they are not immune to putting me over their knee for a humiliating bottom spank if they feel it is required. It happens very rarely to either Jethro, myself or my younger sister, Trixie, but the threat is always there as an added incentive for us to behave. For some reason it is always our Ma who spanks us, but I have never figured out why.

I couldn't comprehend my mother had even mentioned I deserved a spanking, and in a moment of madness brought on by the stress of the situation I swore back at her. Before the words had barely left my mouth I found I was being dragged unceremoniously up the pathway to where all the adults were seated. As I was being dragged along I desperately tried to cover myself but was largely unsuccessful. When Ma got to her seat she plonked herself down and pulled me, kicking and screaming, over her lap. Both cheeks of my firm young buttocks were then soundly spanked. The spanking was not particularly harsh as my mother did not want to hurt me unduly. She often said that the deterrence of a spanking should come from the shame and embarrassment rather than the pain.

Even if the spanking was not particularly harsh I was still kicking my legs about and protesting. When she finally finished, I lay over her limply, physically spent. As I lifted my head I realised all the adults were still staring at my naked form. To make matters worse, Ma was seated right beside my Uncle Jimmy, who unsurprisingly was leering at me, almost licking his lips. Mortified, I realised he had full view of my buttocks. I dared not even think about what else he might have seen while I was thrashing around on my Ma's lap. But deep down I knew he must have at least had glimpses of my vagina.

However before I had a chance to wallow in my shame my Ma yanked me to my feet and positioned me facing the adults. Standing there in all my naked glory, I was made to apologise for my behaviour, before my Ma handed me my bathing suit and with one last humiliating spank on my buttock I was sent off to the house to get dressed.

As my mind focused back on reality, I was still standing in a trance-like state in front of my bedroom mirror, dressed only in my matching bra and knickers. Recalling my previous embarrassing moments had caused me to develop a distinctive flush of pink on my chest, starting from my neck and disappearing into my bra. Slowly I let my eyes drop on my reflection in the mirror until I was staring at the crotch of my panties. Almost unbelievably the wet stain had grown. I reached my hand down and stroked the outside of my panties covering my labia. It felt so good. Almost better than I had ever experienced before. I desired more. 

Still staring at my reflection, I took hold of the waistband of my knickers and slowly slid them down. I gasped as my pubic curls sprung into view. I was so aware that at any moment a member of my family could walk through the door. I made myself lower my panties all the way to my knees where they were held in place by my open legs. I even forced my legs open wider until my knickers were stretched so wide I feared they might tear. Looking at my reflection I saw the image of an eighteen year old girl who had never been so aroused. When I allowed my fingers to brush against the swollen lips of my exposed labia I felt a bolt of ecstasy that just about made my legs buckle.

I could not believe how wet I was. I was briefly anxious I had peed myself, but the sticky consistency of my lubrication reassured me I was just hornier than I had ever been before. Two fingers of my exploring hand slid effortlessly into my vulva and I had to bite down on my lower lip to suppress the groans of pleasure that fought to escape from my throat. Almost without realising it my fingers began to slide all the way in and slowly out in a sweeping arc of pleasure. As I stared at my reflection it was almost as if someone had control of my hand and was forcing myself to masturbate. For some reason this vision sent me totally out of control and the hidden force controlling my hand rammed my fingers deeper and faster into my sopping vulva.

My legs buckled as the orgasm hit me and waves of pleasure cascaded through my young body. Down on my knees, legs spread, I arched my back and soaked up the ecstasy of a pleasure I had rarely experienced before, and certainly not to this extent. I held this position for many minutes after the orgasm had subsided. It was only when I heard the noise of someone walking along the hallway did I bounce up and dive to the safety of my bed, almost tripping over my knickers in the process. An instance later my door swung open.

"You in bed already honey?" came the soft voice of my Ma. "You didn't even say goodnight."

"Sorry Ma. I had a really tough homework assignment and now I am really spent."

"Did you manage to finish it off?" Ma enquired.

"Yes Ma. I think I will get an A+ for effort."



The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 04



Recapping the characters:

My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie

My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy

My cousin Dirk

My boyfriend Bobby

Sonja, the bitch cheerleader

*

As the basketball practices came and went over the next two weeks I became increasing nervous as the first away game was now only just over a week away. Uncle Jimmy's team had their first game of the season, a home game, this weekend, with the following weekend being the first away game in which I was expected to travel with the team and actually get out onto the court as a solo cheerleader. Our college had its own cheerleader's squad, but they only performed at the home games.

The thought of parading around a full stadium dressed in an outfit that was miniscule even by cheerleader's standards terrified me and it prayed more on my mind as each day passed. The thought of how much of my body would be exposed was just mortifying beyond belief.

At the practice sessions Uncle Jimmy and Sonja seemed hell bent on making them as demeaning for me as they possibly could. One of Uncle Jimmy's sons was always given the task of leading the warm up sessions, and for some reason these always included an inordinate amount of routines that involved jumping up and down or bending over. The boys seemed to take great delight in seeing parts of my body jiggling around. Personally I would have thought it was a needless distraction for a team that was trying to focus on the upcoming championship games. Obviously the Coach thought otherwise as he just stood by and watched with that infuriating lopsided grin spread across his face. In fairness to my brother, Jethro, and cousin, Dirk, they did not join in the sneers and jeers of the rest of their team mates, but there was little they could do. I felt really bad that I was causing them so much embarrassment, but it was not like I had any choice in the matter.

The warm up sessions always seemed to be more physically exerting, so by the time I got to my fitness test I was already nearing exhaustion. When I complained to Uncle Jimmy about the increasing intensity of the warm ups he just bluntly told me to stop being a pussy and harden up. It was not his fault if I was so damn unfit. I countered his criticism by telling him I was going running with Jethro most mornings and doing my utmost to get fit. But there seemed to be no way I could please my Uncle Jimmy.

My results in my fitness tests were not great. I was at least able to increase the number of squats each time, but it was a real struggle. I only managed to achieve it through stubborn determination, although the threat of punishment from Uncle Jimmy if I didn't keep improving on my fitness test was also a powerful motivator. I had no idea what he would do to me in the way of punishment, and I had no desire to find out. 

Uncle Jimmy would always find subtle ways of trying to embarrassment me during the fitness test, and I had to fight to mentally block him out so I could keep focused. However it was not easy when he would stand right behind me and peer up my gym shorts while I was squatting down and then throwing my legs back to do a press up. He would make comments like 'you will be pleased to know that little bum of yours is definitely getting tighter' or 'I like your white panties but I think I prefer the yellow ones you wore last time'.

Of course the bimbo Sonja would laugh right along with him, thinking that his attempts to demean me were hilarious.

Sonja continued to take great pride in rubbishing my attempts to learn the cheerleading routine. Even if it was only one song, it was damn hard to learn the routine. Cyndi Lauper and 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' just kept getting played over and over through the practice. On one of the few occasions we rested I asked Sonja about the panties I would be wearing with the cheerleaders outfit. I wanted to go out and buy my own; at least that way I could purchase something that was suitably modest and appropriate. But Sonja insisted that appropriate panties had already been purchased. I felt uneasy. I requested to see them but Sonja told me that Uncle Jimmy had my outfit and would keep it in safe keeping until we travelled away.

Afterwards I approached Uncle Jimmy to ask if I could get my outfit now so at least I could try it on at home and check everything fitted okay. He waved me away, saying he couldn't trust me to remember to bring it. He was probably half right. I would leave it behind, but it would be no accident.

One of the few bright spots in my life was my relationship with Bobby, my boyfriend. Since the night when I had agreed to send the photos through to him of me undressing to my underwear he had been very warm and loving towards me. He seemed to have come out of his shell. I could still not believe I had sent the photos, or how I behaved in front of my mirror. The only way I could deal with it was by not thinking about it, but this was hard.

When Saturday came around it was the weekend of the team's first match of the season, at home in our college stadium. The game was scheduled in the late afternoon, and all of our family including uncles, aunts and cousins all had tickets. I didn't really want to go, as watching the team playing and all the hoopla around the cheerleaders was only going to give me trepidation as to what I was going to have to endure the following weekend. However my parents made it clear to me it would be unforgivable if I did not go along and support my brother, Jethro and my cousins, Dirk, Billy and Stan.

All the extended family had agreed to get together at Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley's house for lunch before heading off for the big match. Given I didn't want to go along to either the lunch or the basketball match I was in a foul mood. I sulked in the corner, picking away at the turkey, grits and salad on my plate. I was deliberately trying to stay as far away from Uncle Jimmy as I could. But it was to no avail as he deliberately made his way over to where I had sequestered myself away from everyone. 

"Well, if it isn't my cute little cheerleader. All ready for your big debut are you?" he goaded.

I choose to ignore him.

"I can't wait to see your pretty little tush flashing around the stadium," he continued.

I still ignored him.

"I bet it makes you all wet just dreaming about it,' he laughed.

I could not believe he could be so vulgar, and I just lost it.

"You arsehole," I screamed. "You are just a fucking pervert."

My outburst had a stunning impact on everyone gathered for the lunch. The drone of everyone happily chatting was instantly replaced with deadly silence. The adults were all starring at me with a mix of disbelief and distain. Swearing was something that was very much frowned upon in our conservative little community in Louisiana.

Suddenly my Ma appeared from the crowd, looking almost angrier than I have ever seen her before. I swear there was smoke coming out of her ears. She actually grabbed hold of ear as she began to berate me.

"How dare you speak to your Uncle Jimmy like that?" Ma hollered.

"But Ma," I pleaded, "he was horrible to me. He told me..."

"I don't care what he said. No daughter of mine will ever show disrespect to an adult like that."

"I was only trying to compliment her on how well she was doing in her cheerleading," Uncle Jimmy shrugged. "There is no need to behave like a spoilt brat and a bad sport just because she lost a bet fair and square."

"You prick," I spat out. I could not help myself.

"Right. That's it, Jennifer," my Ma twisted my ear even more. "If you behalf like a spoilt child then you will be treated like one. When you get home tonight you can expect to get a damn good spanking."

My mouth dropped open in horror. "A spanking? Ma, I am 18 years old. Don't be stupid."

I was shamefaced that we were discussing the ridiculous idea of me getting a spanking in front of all my extended family.

"Stupid am I?" My mother raged. "Uncle Jimmy is right. You are behaving like a brat."

"No, I didn't mean you are stupid, Ma. I meant the thought of me being spanked is stupid. I am way too old."

The look of defiance in my mother's eyes sent shivers down my spine. Fortunately it was time for everyone to be leaving for the game so the crowd of bemused onlookers began to dissipate. Not surprising the ride in the car with Ma, Pa and my younger sister, Trixie was completed in stony silence. I tried a couple of times to reason with Ma but she was not in any sort of mood to talk to me so I gave up. My hope was by the time we got home everything would have cooled down and sanity would prevail.

I tried in vain to focus on the game. When the cheerleaders came out I tried to watch how they made all the routines so fluid and exciting. But all I succeeded in doing was watching how revealing their uniforms were, and how much of their bodies they exposed as they threw themselves around with vigour. Knowing that the outfit I was expected to wear was even more revealing just added to my woes. 

And of course the spiteful bitch, Sonja, was flaunting herself with gay abandon, lapping up the opportunity to have the males in the crowd ogling at her. But even I had to begrudgingly admit she was a damn good cheerleader. She had such good rhythm and flexibility which seemed to make her a natural. 'If only I could be half as good' I wished wistfully.

The match itself was 'normal reception resumed' for our boys. We got beaten, although that seems a little kind when describing how we played. We got hammered big time. The spiteful part of me was pleased to see Uncle Jimmy storming up and down the sideline, pulling his hair out as the game disappeared down the drainpipe. I tried to feel sympathy for Jethro and Dirk but it did not come easily given the big trouble my Uncle Jimmy had got me into.

The ride home in the car was as sombre as the trip to the stadium. Jethro was now in the car and was taking the loss badly. My parents briefly tried to give him encouragement but it fell flat and the rest of the journey was completed in silence.

Once we were home Ma whipped up a quick supper for us all. Although I hate cooking I quickly went over to give her a hand. She looked distressed and a couple of times she gazed over at me with sad eyes. I felt terrible.

"I truly am so sorry, Ma," I said with genuine remorse.

She looked across at me. "You really have behaved very badly. I know what your Uncle Jimmy can be like, but your behaviour is totally inexcusable, no matter what he may have said. You cannot speak to adults like that, and you know it, don't you?"

I hung my head in shame. I knew it would be pointless trying to argue the point with my mother.

"I am sorry Jen. I know you are 18 but my mind is made up. After supper you will be punished. Now put those alligator steaks in the pan for me."

"Ma, please,' I pleaded.

"Hush girl. I told you my mind is made up so don't make matters worse by disrespecting your Ma."

I could not believe my mother would even contemplate spanking her 18 year old daughter. I had not been spanked for several years and was way too old now. Making matters worse was the fact she always insisted on spanking us three children on the bare bum. Surely she wouldn't consider doing that to her 18 year old daughter. I would just die in shame.

Unsurprisingly I ate my meal in silence. The rest of the family, Ma, Pa, Jethro and Trixie, tried to take some positives out of the match, but they were really clutching at straws. Jethro was one of the few players in his team who had played well so they were able to give him encouragement regarding that.

Jethro had not been at the lunch so knew nothing about my unseemly behaviour at the family gathering or my Ma's subsequent threats to punish me. He made an attempt to cheer me up because he thought I was upset about the team losing the game. That made me feel even worse, given that deep down I was glad they had lost.

After supper I quickly jumped up and cleared the table and insisted on washing the dishes. It was an unashamedly desperate attempt to get in my mother's good books.

Once I had finished the dishes I took a deep breath and turned to walk up the stairs to my bedroom.

"What are you doing, Jennifer?" Ma asked sternly.

"I am going to get into my pyjamas and read a book," I responded hopefully.

"You can get into your pyjamas, but then I want to see you straight back down here".

"Ma," I pleaded one last time.

"Jennifer. Please do not make matters worse for yourself."

Dragging my feet I took the long walk up the stairs and down the hallway to my bedroom. I felt like a nervous little girl. It brought back all the vivid memories of how I felt whenever I was threatened with a spanking. The butterflies in the stomach. The shame of being lectured to by my Ma while she waved the wooden spoon in front of me. The humiliation of having your knickers lowered. The pain of being spanked.

My hands were shaking as I undressed. Being a typical 18 year I didn't wear pyjamas to bed, preferring just a tee shirt and panties. Foraging around in my bottom drawer I found my winter pyjamas that I had not worn for a long while. They were the most modest I had, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I found they still fitted me. However the top was getting very tight as my boobies had grown a cup size since they were last worn. The buttons were getting stretched and I hoped they did not pop open. 

Nervously I stood staring at myself in my mirror for several minutes before deciding I could not put off the inevitable any longer. Mustering all my courage I retraced the long walk back along the hall and downstairs to the living area. All of the family were watching the Tigers playing Oregon on TV. I went and sat awkwardly on the edge of the sofa trying to focus on the game but the butterflies in my stomach would not rest. 

Eventually it was half time and my Ma picked up the remote and switched off the television. Jethro looked across at her and was about to complain but thought better of it.

"Go and fetch the wooden spoon, Jennifer," Ma directed.

Shivers went down my spine. Silently I made my way to the kitchen and took the wooden spoon down from the hook on the wall where it hung along with the other utensils. Walking back to the lounge I handed it over to my Ma who was now standing. The rest of the family were still all seated. My Pa looked faintly embarrassed, Trixie looked fearful, while Jethro was impassive.

Ma waved the wooden spoon in front of my nose in the way she always did when lecturing us children before a spanking.

"You know why you are going to get this spanking, Jennifer?"

"Yes, Ma," I responded compliantly. "I was disrespectful to adults, and I am truly sorry."

"I am sure you are. But what is done is done. Now get ready for your spanking."

I stared wide-eyed at my mother. Surely she was not suggesting what I thought she might be?

Ma waved the wooden spoon more threateningly. "Get those pants down around your ankles right now. I won't ask a second time."

"Ma!" I squealed. "Jethro and Trixie are in the room."

"Jennifer. What is one of my golden rules when it comes to spanking?"

I hung my head. When I spoke my voice sounded tiny and little-girlish. "Spankings should always be a family affair."

My Ma believed that if we witnessed one of the siblings being spanked then it would also be a deterrent to us getting into trouble in the same manner. As much as I hated to admit it, she was probably right. We three children didn't often repeat mistakes.

"Correct. However in this case I will give Jethro and Trixie the choice. They can stay or leave." Ma looked over at the two of them.

Trixie thought long and hard. "I think I'll leave."

As she got up to leave the room she gave me a sideways glance and a knowing frown that seemed to be saying 'you are in big trouble'. She wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know.

"Jethro?" Ma enquired.

Jethro just shrugged his shoulders like he didn't really care either way.

"Staying or leaving?' Ma prompted, impatience registering in her tone.

I gave Jethro a dagger stare but he wouldn't look directly at me.

Again he shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess I'll stay."

I had to bite my bottom lip to stop me from abusing him.

Ma turned back to me. "Let's get a move on and get this over with. We have the remainder of a game to watch."

'Oh, just great,' I thought to myself. 'I am the half time entertainment. Where are the damn cheerleaders when you need them?'

"Get those pants down now!" Ma spoke in a tone that was best not argued with.

Mortified, I took hold of the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and began to slide them down my hips. I was already blushing bright red with shame. My shame intensified when my trimmed mass of pubic curls sprung into view. I realised I was facing Pa and Jethro and quickly turned around. I knew that then gave them a good view of my bare buttocks, but it was slightly more preferable than having them staring at my pubes.

I realised I was only prolonging the agony by slowly lowering my panties, so it one quick movement I pushed them down to my ankles. But in doing so I had bent over at the waist, and then to my humiliation I realised I could well have exposed myself even more to Pa and Jethro. Quickly I shot up straight as a ramrod.

For what seemed forever my Ma just let me stand there. I may have been standing in front of my own family, but it did not lessen the total embarrassment I was feeling. I am an 18 year old woman, and here I am standing naked from the waist down waiting to be punished like a child. The thought of it made me blush even more.

But as I stood there visions of me standing in front of my mirror flashed across my mind. I shook my head and tried to blank them out. I was ashamed that I could have even the briefest of an erotic vision at a time like this. I chastised myself but the picture flashed back again like the flicker of a faulty light bulb. Standing in front of mirror, panties at my knees, exposed and aroused. That was totally different, I reprimanded myself. I was alone in the solitude of my own room, not exposed in front of my family and about to be spanked.

I was only making my embarrassment worse and began to fidget restlessly. Suddenly I felt something give on my pyjama top and quickly I glanced down. To my dismay one of the buttons at chest height had popped open due to the pressure of my boobs on the ill-fitting top. The cleavage of my breasts was exposed to the top of the mounds, with my nipples only just hidden. 

I was about to button myself up when my Ma directed me to turn around and face her. I could have still buttoned up my top before I turned, and should have. But for whatever reason I didn't, choosing instead to place both my hands in front of my pubes as I slowly turned around and faced my family. I hung my head in shame, focusing on the rug I was standing on.

"Look at me, girl," Ma spoke sharply.

I looked up at her. As I did I caught sight of Jethro who was unabashedly staring at the gap in my pyjama top that threatened to expose my breasts. My Pa's eyes quickly flicked down to his lap, but I could have sworn he also had a quick peek.

"I cannot tell you how disappointed I am in your behaviour, Jennifer," my Ma lectured me.

"Sorry, Ma," I mumbled.

"Your behaviour in reprehensible," she continued. "Pa and I thought we had brought you to be better than that."

"Sorry, Ma."

"It is all very well being sorry after the fact. At 18 we expect a level of maturity you have failed to display.

I tried to look contrite so she could see how genuinely sorry I was to have let her and Pa down.

"For heaven's sake girl. Button your top up. We don't want to see your boobs, thank you very much."




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 04



For a moment I hesitated as I realised that to button my top up I was going to have to remove both of my hands from in front of my pubes. I considered turning around so I had my back to my family, but the image of me standing in front of the mirror kept haunting me, and I had this unfathomable need to make my humiliation as worse as I possibly could. Taking a deep breath I brought my hands up to my buttonhole and began to fumble with the button. 

I don't think I have ever felt so exposed. I was now standing in front of my family, naked from the waist down and nothing hiding the view of my pubic triangle and whatever else might be exposed down there. I knew from when I had gazed at myself in the mirror that it was likely my labia may be partially in view. I blushed with acute embarrassment. My family had seen me naked before, but not in recent years. I was now a young woman so what was on display was vastly different from my prepubescent years. 

After I finally struggled to get the buttons done up I brought my hands down in front of my pubes and nervously fidgeted with my fingers. It was almost a relief when Ma sat down on the front edge of her favourite chair and patted her lap. There was no need for any explanation on her part.

I felt so shamefaced as I laid my body over my mothers lap. It was unbelievable that I was actually going to be smacked. Once I was in position I realised my buttocks were pointing towards Jethro and Pa. I silently cursed myself for being so stupid, but I was so nervous I had just lain on Ma's lap without thinking. I wished I had the good sense to have positioned myself in the opposite direction. I forced my legs closed as tight as possible, but I knew deep down they were seeing far more than I would ever want. I cringed, but did not have time to dwell on it as the open hand of my mother suddenly connected squarely on my buttock.

She continued to spank me for a prolonged period. It stung at first, but this was soon replaced by a numbing warmth that spread across my buttocks. I was surprised that it was not totally unpleasant. Ma never spanked us children hard, believing that the punishment was in the humiliation rather any need to hurt us unnecessarily. I now understood very well what she meant. 

As I squirmed on Ma's lap during the spanking my pubic bone was rubbing against her thigh. I found if I arched my hips slightly the tip of my clitorus also brushed against her leg. I felt so sinful, but I couldn't help exaggerating my squirming so that my clit got some stimulation. I could not believe I was being so naughty.

I also knew that by squirming about I was probably giving Pa and Jethro a shameful display of my womanly assets. I was mortified, but an unknown flame was burning from within. I was overcome with a need to make my humiliation as complete as possible. As I squirmed on Ma's lap, I kicked off my pyjama panties that were gathered around my ankles. I then allowed my knees to surreptitiously slide open. Not enough so that Ma would notice, but wide enough that I knew it would increase my exposure to Jethro and Pa. My heart was beating a million times a minute. 

It was then I realised the spanking from Ma had actually stopped, but I was still squirming on her thighs. I groaned, hoping that Ma thought I was in pain, but the reality was somewhat different. I had to almost force myself to drop limply from her knee, and it took awhile for my breathing to settle down.

"I think you had better get yourself to bed and reflect on the better behaviour we expect of you in the future, young lady."

I quickly gathered myself up and dashed out of the lounge and upstairs to my bedroom. I didn't even bother to pick up my pyjama pants. Once I was in my bedroom I closed my door and stood in the middle of my room, bewildered by the array of emotions that were threatening to flood my brain. I just stood there frozen for several minutes, trying to get myself back into a mental equilibrium. As I turned my head I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror attached to my wardrobe door. I stared at myself, transfixed at what I saw. The painfully shy, modest and sexually immature Jen was gazing back at me, but there was something different about her. Somehow I was standing on a precipice of awakening that confused and shocked me.

I gazed at my reflection, clothed in only a pyjama top. I stared at my short cropped mass of pubic curls as if seeing them for the first time. Almost without thinking I began to unbutton the ill-fitting pyjama top. I let in fall open, exposing much of my chest although my nipples were still covered. Again I stared at the young woman reflected back at me. Reaching up I to gripped hold of the top and pulled it off my shoulders and discarded it at my feet. I was now totally naked.

I gazed at myself. It was the first time I could ever recall standing naked in front of my mirror. In the past I was never naked in my room except for brief moments when I was changing clothing. During these times I never stared at my reflection. I was far too bashful. Now I was brazenly staring at my nude body. Ridiculous as it seems, it felt sinful. Almost as if I was flaunting myself needlessly.

I opened my legs slightly and the lips of my labia were clearly in view below my pubic curls. I wondered how much of the intimate parts of my body had been revealed to Pa and Jethro. Despite myself, I blushed at the shame of it all. My fingers found there way down to my vagina. I knew even before they touched my labia that I was wet. My breathing felt laboured.

My pulse was pounding so loudly in my head I failed to hear my Pa lightly knock on the door. My finger was brushing the sensitive inner folds of my vulva as the door opened and in stepped my father. For a moment time froze before Pa brought his hand up to cover his eyes.

"I am sorry, darling," he apologised. "I just wanted to check you were okay. I had no idea you would have no clothing on. I thought you were already in your pyjamas."

I just stood there, naked. "No, it is my fault Daddy. I just decided to get changed into something else," I lied. "I am sorry I had no clothes on."

I quickly dashed to my bottom drawer and pulled on the only other set of pyjamas I owned.

"I am dressed now, Daddy," I uttered shyly.

Pa took the hand down that was shielding his eyes from the shock of disturbing his daughter naked in her bedroom. He then proceeded to give me a lecture about my behaviour. I knew that Ma had pressured him to have word with me. Dad did his best, and I listened attentively, fighting my mind that kept wanting to wander to other matters. Had my Pa noticed what I was doing? OMG. I hoped not. Finally Pa finished his half-hearted lecture, kissed me on the cheek and left.

I fought off the desire to get naked again, realising how sluttish my behaviour had been. I crawled into bed and forced myself into a restless sleep. That night I was a confused young lady.

When I awoke in the morning I felt nothing but acute humiliation at what had happened and how I had behaved. It was so out of character. At breakfast my parents were there normal buoyant selves and mentioned nothing of the previous evening. After my spanking had finished they had turned the television back on to watch the rest of the game. To their delight the Tigers beat Oregon so I think this added to their upbeat mood at breakfast. Despite my embarrassment I began to relax. However when my brother finally emerged I found I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt mortified as I recalled how much of my body had been exposed to him. Thankfully he acted as if nothing had happened.

As the last week before the first away game began to unfold I was a bundle of nerves. I found it difficult to focus on my orchestra rehearsals and our conductor, Mr Stanton, was becoming very frustrated with me. The night of our big concert was rapidly approaching and I was still making basic mistakes in the violin solo I was doing. He took me aside and asked me if being a cheerleader was now a lot more important to me than being in the orchestra. I assured him it wasn't, and promised I would try harder.

The problem I had was my cheerleader practices were going even worse than the orchestra rehearsals. I was now doing my cheerleader routine using the pom poms and it was supposed to make the whole thing more fluid and spectacular. It was spectacular alright: A spectacular mess! My confidence was not helped by Sonja's constant put downs and Uncle Jimmy's snide remarks every time he walked past. 

I tried to ignore him, but he got my attention when towards the end of the practice he commented, "I hear I am going to have to put up with you for a couple of weeks staying with me and Shirl. Isn't that going to be just delightful...I think not."

"What? Not bloody likely. I'd rather sleep in the graveyard," I retorted.

When I got home I quickly checked with Ma and Pa that Uncle Jimmy was only trying to wind me up like usual. 

"No dear," Ma responded excitedly. "We just found out today that Pa's company is shouting the two of us a fortnights holiday in Florida cause your smart father had the best sales in all of Louisiana and Texas."

"Oh, that's just great, Pa," I responded with a decided lack of enthusiasm. "But Jethro and I can just stay here. We are plenty old enough to look after the house."

"No Jen," Pa replied. "Jethro is staying with Dirk and Aunt Betty, so there is no way you are staying at home on your own."

Aunt Betty is my Pa's older sister, and she has three boys, of which Dirk is the eldest.

"But I'll stay with Aunt Betty too," I added hopefully.

"No darling," Pa responded patiently. "With Aunt Betty being on her own there is no way she can cope with both of you. As it is, Jethro will need to share a room with Dirk."

Pa was right. Poor Aunt Betty was struggling along on her own these days trying to cope with bringing up three boys. Her no-good husband just up and disappeared two years ago and has never been heard from since. There were a lot of rumours about what happened to him. Some say he drank too much liquor and probably ended up wrestling one too many gators, while the more likely story is that he found himself an underage girlfriend and the two of them fled to Mexico.

"And besides," Ma chimed in, "I think it will be good if you stay with Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley as it will give you the opportunity to mend your bridges."

"But, Ma," I pleaded.

"You hush up now girl," Ma wagged her finger at me. "We have heard quite enough from you lately. The only words I want to hear coming out of your mouth is a promise to behave yourself at Aunt Shirley's."

I hung my head, resigned to my fate. "I promise, Ma. I will be a good girl."

After all, how bad could it be staying at Uncle Jimmy's and Aunt Shirley's?

The Thursday was to be the last practice before the team travelled on Saturday for its first away game against Nicholls State. It was a two hour trip by bus, so one saving grace was that we were travelling there and back in the same day with no need to stay overnight.

Half way through the orchestra rehearsal that preceded the basketball practice a massive electrical storm struck and a bolt of lightning hit a nearby transformer and killed the lights to the stadium. After sitting in the darkness for ten minutes the caretaker arrived and informed us the power could be off for several hours so the conductor told us to pack and go home. I didn't have a vehicle as I was planning to get a ride back with Jethro and Dirk after basketball, however my boyfriend, Bobby, offered to give me a ride home.

When we arrived back at our house the rain was coming down in torrents and threatening to flood the roads, so I invited Bobby in for a coffee while he waited for the rain to pass by. I was a bit embarrassed as Bobby's father is a lawyer and they live in a lovely house in the upmarket part of town. In comparison our house is what one might politely term comfortable. Pa worked as a commission salesperson selling engineering equipment, and although he had good months there were also a lot of months when it was a struggle to make ends meet. 

When we got inside we were drenched and we laughed and joked as we took our coats off. When we went into the kitchen to make coffee we found Jethro and Dirk sitting despondently at the breakfast bar. They had just received the phone call from Uncle Jimmy telling them the practice was cancelled due to the power failure. Ma and Pa were off at a meeting of the local Louisiana Environmental Action Network. Ma was an active environmentalist which didn't always make her popular with the locals. Pa only went along to the meetings because he felt he should. I can't remember what issue their environmental group was fighting this time. Perhaps it was save the alligators, or was it save the swamps and get rid of the alligators. I can't rightly recall. 

As we sat around in the kitchen drinking coffee, Jethro and Dirk were moaning about missing a vital practice before their first away game, and Bobby joined in by adding his frustration that the orchestra rehearsal was cut short when we were running out of time before our big concert. So as to not be left out, I had a grizzle about having no time left to practice my cheerleader's routine. To be honest, I was so bad that one practice was not going to make much difference, plus I hated practicing because Sonja and Uncle Jimmy were always ridiculing me.

"Well at least you can practice your routine in the lounge," Dirk added sulkily. "We can't even shoot hoops in the yard while this storm hangs about."

Jethro put down his cup of coffee. "Now that is an idea," he spoke cryptically.

"What is an idea?" I enquired, screwing up my face to show my confusion.

"So that the evening is not a total loss, you can do your cheerleader thing and we will give you feedback on whether you are any good or not."

Dirk and Bobby both sat up and looked agreeably across at me.

"Not bloody likely," I countered. "I can tell you now I am no good. I don't need your feedback to confirm how useless I am."

"Oh come on, Jen," Bobby enthused. "I would love to see you do your cheerleaders dance. I haven't seen any of it yet, and am unlikely to get a chance."

"I'm terrible," I added, pouting my bottom lip.

"Well, terrible or not, Jen, you are going to be in front of a stadium in two days time so if you can't face up to doing it in front of the three of us how on earth are you going to do it on Saturday?"

"I'm just sooo embarrassed," I whinged.

"Come on Jen. I am sure you are not that bad. Please do it for us. I would love to see you," Bobby added.

As much as I hated to admit it, they were right. If I couldn't be a cheerleader in my own lounge in front of my brother, cousin and boyfriend then I stood no chance on Saturday. Plus I did badly need the practice. At least I wouldn't be wearing that ridiculously skimpy cheerleader outfit.

"Okay," I begrudgingly agreed, and went to fetch my pom poms and CD from my bag.

When I returned all three boys were seated in the lounge, looking a lot more perkier now they had something to take their minds off the disappointment of the evening. I was so nervous I was covered in goosebumps. This was the first time I had actually performed my routine in front of anyone. I stripped off my sweatshirt so that I was dressed in my gym clothing which consisted of grey LSU tee shirt and gym shorts. I had nothing on my feet as I had discarded my wet shoes and socks at the door.

I put the CD with my Cyndi Lauper dance song in the stereo, picked up my pom poms and then stood to face my audience of three wide-eyed males. I was unbelievably embarrassed. How did I get myself into this mess I wondered, not for the first time.

Just as the music was about to start Jethro reached over and pushed the pause button on the CD player.

"Hang on," Jethro spoke. "Put on the cheerleaders outfit. It is not the real thing if you are clothed in just your gym gear."

"I don't have it," I snapped back. "Uncle Jimmy won't give it to me until we get to the stadium on Saturday. Besides, I thought the whole purpose of this was so I could practice my routine and you could watch. What does it matter what I wear?"

"No, it's not right," Jethro shook his head.

"You could do it in your underwear?" Dirk added jokingly.

"Who pushed your button?" I snapped, not amused by my cousin.

There was a brief silence and I could almost hear the cogs turning over in their collective brains.

"That's a damn good idea," Jethro finally concluded. "You are going to be embarrassed when you have to dance in that tiny cheerleaders outfit on Saturday, aren't you?"

"Hell yes," I agreed.

"So let's see you dancing when you are embarrassed.

"That's a great idea, and it is not as if I haven't seen you in your underwear before," Bobby added with a mischievous grin.

Jethro looked over at Bobby and raised an eyebrow.

"Just a photo," Bobby added defensively, worried that he may have upset my brother.

At that moment I wished he was more concerned for my feelings.

Jethro then laughed to show he was not serious. "Don't worry, mate. I have seen a lot more of Jen than just her underwear."

It was Bobby's turn to raise a curious eyebrow.

"Jethro!" I hissed.

"What?" Jethro shrugged, feigning innocence. "Didn't you tell your boyfriend about what happened to you last weekend?"

"Why, what happened?" Bobby's eyes darted back and forth from Jethro to me.

"Boy, do I have story for you," Jethro grinned, "Unless I am holding up my little sister from showing off her cheerleading skills?"

I could not believe my own brother was holding me to ransom, with the clear threat of revealing my humiliating spanking if I didn't perform my cheerleading in my knickers and bra.

"You are an absolute bastard," I retorted.

"Come on, Jen. It's not that bad. I know you can do it, and I am sure it will be fun."

I was angry but I didn't want to make an idiot of myself by losing my temper in front of Bobby. Reluctantly I turned my back to the three boys and quickly pulled my tee shirt over my head, revealing my white sports bra. Pulling my gym shorts down was going to be a lot harder as the knickers I was wearing were only mini briefs.

Taking a deep breath, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my shorts and lowered them to the floor, demurely bending at the knees to take them off rather than bending at the waist and needlessly exposing my panty coated buttocks to my audience. My legs felt like lead as I forced myself to turn back around and face the three boys. I desperately wanted to bring my hands up to cover myself but instead I quickly knelt down and picked up my fluffy white pom poms.

I felt the beads of sweat starting to trickle down my forehead as I waited for Jethro to lean over and start the CD player. I felt so terribly exposed. My sports bra was modest enough, but my panties were small and flimsy. I wasn't sure, but I suspected the very top of my pubic hair could well be peering over the top of the waistband.

The noise to 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' suddenly burst out of the stereo, catching me unprepared. In a flail of legs and pom poms I lurched into my routine with as much grace as a newborn giraffe. The boys giggled at my awkwardness and I was red faced. I wanted to run away and hide in my bedroom, but a stubborn streak kept me going. 

I tried to blank out my audience and just focus on the music. Somehow I managed to get right through the song without falling over all launching my pom poms into orbit.

I was breathless and could feel the sweat running down my body. It was hot in the house so with the addition of physical exercise and nervous tension I was almost drenched. With hands resting on my hips, chest heaving, I finally focused on my huge audience of three males. For a while they stared back like stunned mullets.




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 04



"Wow," Bobby finally spoke, "That was an interesting routine."

"I was terrible, wasn't I?" I pouted, feeling deflated.

"No. Not at all," Bobby lied. "I thought you were great."

"Rubbish."

"No, really, you were better than I thought you would be," Dirk chimed in.

"Really?" I frowned.

"Yeah," Jethro added a little tentatively, "For a beginner it wasn't too bad."

I was prepared to take any compliment I could. I even managed a small smile.

"You were a bit overdressed I thought," Dirk grinned. "That horrible sports bra really ruined your act."

I stared daggers at him. "You are not being funny, Dirk, just smutty."

"No, I agree," Jethro joined in. "Do your dance again. But take your bra off. Hang loose like a mongoose," he laughed at his pathetic humour.

"Are you guys crazy," I stuttered. 

I knew I should just walk away. There was no reason for me to stay and be embarrassed like this. I looked over at Bobby, who was hunched down in the sofa looking distinctively uncomfortable, but there was also a fire in his eyes. I might be sexually naive but I know lust when I see it in a man's eyes. I noticed his eyes were focused on my knickers. I quickly peeked down and was mortified to see the material on my mini briefs was soaked with sweat and sticking to my body. The outline of my pubic triangle was clearly visible. I dreaded how I might look down in my crotch. 

I stood there frozen, still sweating profusely. I visualised my knickers being stuck to the outline of my pussy lips. Visions of me standing in front of the mirror surfaced again. I felt exposed. I felt flushed. OMG, was I becoming aroused. 'Move, Jen,' I ordered my body to flee. 'Get out of there. Go to the safety of your room.'

"I was going to tell you all about last weekend, wasn't I, Bobby?" Jethro had a wicked smile I had never seen before.

"No," I quickly interjected.

"What on earth did happen last weekend that nobody wants to tell me?" Bobby was getting frustrated.

"I'll dance again," I blurted out.

Bobby suddenly turned his attention back to me. "Really?" he added, unable to contain his excitement. "You are going to dance topless. That would be so neat."

All eyes were locked on my body with a look like they would devour me. I had never been the centre of attention like this. It was a totally new experience that threw my emotions off balance. I was acutely embarrassed but something drove me forward almost uncontrollably. In that instant I knew I wouldn't back out. I wanted to step over that threshold and expose myself quite literally for no other reason than the three males in front of me could gain pleasure. Even though I would gain nothing from it other than complete humiliation. 

I was almost in a trance-like state as I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra. It immediately fell forward and I instinctively brought my arms forward to stop it before my breasts were exposed. I looked up at my boyfriend, brother and cousin.

'What are you doing, girl?' the voice in my head spoke.

The three boys looked as if they had stopped breathing in anticipation of what was coming.

Blanking out the voice of sanity I took my arms away and let my bra slide down my arms and onto the floor. I was too afraid to look down at my own breasts because I just knew that if I looked at myself I would totally lose my nerve and run.

The boys gasped and whistled when my breasts sprung into view. I smiled sheepishly, my flush spreading across my chest. I was humiliated, but weirdly aroused. I couldn't even begin to rationalise the emotions I was feeling. Quickly I reached down and grabbed my pompoms. Jethro flicked the play button on the CD and Cyndi Lauper burst into life.

Once again I staggered and tripped my way through my cheerleader's routine. If anything I was worse than the first time. In short, I was dreadful. The fact that my boobs were flailing around unfettered just shattered whatever focus I had on my routine. All I could think of was how exposed I was, dressed only in my skimpy mini briefs. The words of Cyndi Lauper's 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' seemed to be just mocking me. This was definitely no fun for this girl. 

The song just seemed to go on forever before the music finally came to a finish. Gasping for breath, I bent forward and placed my hands on my knees. But immediately I was aware how my breasts were hanging down obscenely in front of me. To make matters worse I realised my nipples were hard and erect, poking out like an invitation to the three males who were soaking up the sight of my near naked body. Totally overcome with humiliation I scooped up my clothing and clutched it to my chest.

"That was so great," Bobby began to clap, and Jethro and Dirk joined in.

"Rubbish," I bit back.

"Definitely the most entertaining cheerleader I have ever seen," Dirk had a huge grin on his face. 

"Such a perky routine," Jethro laughed.

Despite myself I grinned sheepishly.



The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 05



Recapping the characters:

My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie

My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy

My cousin Dirk

My boyfriend Bobby

Sonja, the bitch cheerleader

*

Saturday dawned hot and humid. It was the day of Uncle Jimmy's basketball team's first away game. Which meant it was the debut day for me as a cheerleader. I was such a bundle of nerves I had hardly slept a wink. Visions of utter humiliation filled my mind as I twisted and turned during the night. Sleep was very hard to come by.

The bus was picking everyone up from our stadium early afternoon. Ma went to a lot of trouble to serve us all a healthy and nutritious lunch. There was excited anticipation about the first away game for Jethro, and he chatted away to Ma, Pa, and Trixie. I was so nervous I could only pick at my food, much to Ma's disgust.

"This is your big debut, Jen," Ma reminded me, "You are going to need a lot of energy if you are going to be a good cheerleader."

"Ma, I am going to need a lot more than a bit of energy to make me a good cheerleader," I responded disconsolately.

"Nonsense darling, I am sure you are very good. The team will be so inspired by you cheering them on."

I could only groan in response.

"Yes, Ma," Jethro smirked, "We saw her dance routine the other night and we were riveted. She is so perky when she dances."

"There you go, Jen," Pa chirped in. "I knew you would be great."

I put my hand on my forehead and slumped forward in despair.

Pa drove Jethro and I to the stadium to meet the bus for the two hour drive to the Nicholls State stadium. Everyone clambered onto the bus. The boys in the team, the coaching staff, and little ole me. Conspicuously the only female on the bus, and an incredibly nervous one at that. 

I slumped down in a seat on my own while the boys joked and boasted how they were going to dismantle the opposing team. 'Boys!' I thought, 'Such pathetic dreamers."

As always, Uncle Jimmy was the last to arrive. As he strolled down the aisle of the bus he joked with each of the boys like he was their long lost mate. When he got to me he stopped and looked down with his insipid lopsided grin.

"Hello, niece, nice to see you."

"Hello, Uncle Jimmy," I blushed. I wanted to say it was NOT nice to see him, but I bit my tongue.

In his hand he had a plastic bag which he threw onto my lap. I knew what it contained but I was loath to open it up. I placed it on the seat beside me and gazed out the window. Ma and Pa gave me a wave from outside and I sheepishly waved back. I fought back the desire to rush back out of the door of the bus and take a ride home with them. I knew I was heading into something that was going to be totally demeaning to me, but for some reason I could hardly fathom I was determined to go through with it. I was determined not to be quitter. 

As the bus trundled off I sat quietly on my own, pondering my fate. Jethro tried to make conversation with me but soon realised I was in no mood for talking. It was more than an hour into our journey before I picked up the plastic bag, opening it slowly as if I was expecting something to jump out at me. Inside I could see the dreaded purple and yellow cheerleader outfit. Looking around to ensure no one was staring at me, I pulled the outfit out of the bag. It was as miniscule as I had vividly recalled from that first practice. I silently groaned at the shame of having to wear it in front of a stadium full of basketball fans.

Peering back into the bag I saw what I thought was a yellow ribbon. I reached in, extricated it from the bottom, and then held it up. It was only then that I realised it was a pair of thong panties. This time my groan of dismay was very audible, as if I had suddenly become ill. The noise drew the attention of a few of the boys who turned to stare at me. I was frozen in time, holding the thong up in front of my face. 

Several of the boys began to laugh at the sight of me holding the thongs up on display, which only served to attract the attention of others on the bus. Suddenly I became aware that virtually the whole bus was staring at me and laughing. Mortified, I quickly stuffed them back in the plastic bag along with the outfit, and then slumped down into my seat trying to make myself invisible.

For the rest of the journey I just kept shaking my head in disbelief. Surely there was no way Uncle Jimmy was seriously thinking I would do my cheerleader's routine wearing that obscene thong. The cheerleader's outfit itself was ridiculously miniscule, so wearing a thong would mean my buttocks and heaven knows what else would be flashed to a stadium full of fans. 'I bet that bitch, Sonja, was behind this', I angrily thought. I debated whether to go up to the front of the bus and try to have a meaningful discuss with Uncle Jimmy and try to talk some sense into him. I am his niece, after all. But who was I kidding. I might be his niece but he did not like me one little bit, and I had made it clear to him the feeling was mutual.

After what seemed an eternity the bus finally pulled up at the Nicholls State stadium and the boys and coaching staff all piled off, full of energy and excitement. I trundled off behind, clutching my plastic bag, so nervous my heart was threatening to pound a hole in my chest. The stadium was still mostly empty although spectators were beginning to flow in. The boys went into the visitors locker room to get changed for their warm up. I stood on the stadium floor and watched the fans take their seats. I dreaded the thought they would be watching me come the half time break. I guess it was some small consolation I would only have to do my dance routine at half time. Fortunately I was not able to be part of the pre-game cheerleading as this was all arranged by the hosting team.

A group of girls brushed past me, excitedly chatting amongst themselves. I could tell by their slim, athletic bodies that they were the cheerleaders for Nicholls State. My stomach churned over. The girls disappeared into the women's locker room and emerged 15 minutes later dressed in the two-tone red and grey of the home team. I had not moved from my spot on the side of the stadium floor. It was as if I was in a nervous trance, spellbound by the clatter of teams warming up and spectators taking their seats.

As the players disappeared back into their locker rooms, the cheerleaders took centre stage to enthusiastic clapping and whistles. I watched agog as they went professionally through a variety of dance routines, all designed to work the fans into a fervour. They were slick and professional. This only served to make me more nervous than ever. I felt weak at the knees and had to lean against the wall for support. 

I felt someone nudge my shoulder and when I turned I realised it was Uncle Jimmy. Not surprisingly he was watching the cheerleaders from close range, no doubt ogling their young, nubile bodies.

"Great, aren't they?" he grinned.

"Oh, just great," I added, my voice dripped with sarcasm.

When the game started Uncle Jimmy told me to take a seat with the coaching staff so that it would be easy for me to slip into the locker room and get changed prior to half time. I tried to focus on the game and offer enthusiastic support to the team as I was after all their cheerleader. However the game soon began going the same way as just about every other game they played. They were losing, and by a substantial margin. Why didn't they play this badly in the pre-season friendly against McNeese, I pondered, then I wouldn't be in this humiliating mess I am now. Uncle Jimmy's temper turned foul, and watching him striding up and down the sideline throwing his arms around wildly gave me some mildly amusing distraction.

However all too soon the Assistant Coach tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to his watch, indicating it was less than 15 minutes to half time and I had better get changed. My first reaction was to get up and run right out of that stadium and wait in the bus to get a ride back home. That would be the sensible, smart thing to do. Instead I found myself walking nervously to the female locker room clutching my plastic bag.

The girls from the Nicholls State cheerleaders team were seated in the locker room, resting up prior to going out again to entertain the spectators at half time. When I entered the chatter stopped and all eyes turned to me.

"Excuse me, girlie, what do you think you are doing in here?" one of them asked in a bitchy voice.

"I..I am the cheerleader for the visiting team," I pronounced in a shy stutter.

They all looked at each other, bemused.

"So, where are the rest of you?" a particularly buxom blond enquired.

"Just me," I shrugged.

"Just you?" she smirked. "You are kidding, right?"

I shook my head to indicate I wasn't kidding. I found a space in the corner of the locker room and nervously fumbled the buttons on my clothing as I started to undress. Most of the conversation in the room was still ceased, and I just knew the majority of them were watching me. I stripped off my top and bra, ensuring I kept my back to the girls so that my breasts were hidden. Quickly I pulled on the yellow and purple top and tied the bow at the front.

Next I unfastened my jeans and stepped out of them, revealing the childish pooh bear blue cotton panties I was wearing. Some of the girls sniggered. I immediately regretted wearing the panties, but I considered them my lucky ones and I didn't think I would be undressing in front of an audience. I guess they weren't going to be bringing me much luck today.

Picking up the ridiculously short skirt I wrapped it around my waist and tied the bow. I pulled it down as low as I could in a vain attempt to cover my buttocks. I could hear the girls whispering to each other.

"You are wearing that?" the buxom blond queried?

Without looking at her, I nodded.

There was more whispering amongst the girls, and I heard the word 'slut' mentioned. I flushed with embarrassment. I still had to put my thong panties on but that would be just too humiliating with everyone staring at me. Still not daring to turn around and face the other girls, I stupidly stood staring at the wall, trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach and visualise my dance routine in my head. I began to panic when the dance moves became confused in my brain.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and someone yelled out it was half time. The Nicholls cheerleader's squad all jumped up, grabbed their pom poms and headed to the door. With no one now looking at me I quickly lowered my pooh bear panties and pulled the thong on. I gasped when I looked down at myself. It felt like I was almost wearing nothing at all. The panic within me built to such a level I was finding it difficult to think rationally. 'You have to do this,' I kept repeating in my head, 'don't let Uncle Jimmy defeat you.'

Blocking out all other thoughts, I grabbed my pom poms and charged out of the locker room and into the packed stadium. The Nicholls cheerleaders were already into their routine and receiving support from the home crowd. Keeping close to the wall I made my way down to the other end of the stadium where the small crowd of our team's supporters were seated. I held my pom poms so that my buttocks and pelvis were hidden. I was already incredibly humiliated, and I had not even begun to dance. 

I looked up and saw the Assistant Coach give me the thumbs up, which was my signal that I needed to get ready to do my routine. He waved his arms to indicate that I needed to move away from the wall and out in front where the fans could see me. Nervously I shuffled out onto the stadium floor, but before I had time to further ponder my fate the words of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' began blasting out of the sound system, competing with the music being played for the Nicholls cheerleaders. 

With absolutely no grace, and even less enthusiasm, I lurched into my routine. I have never felt so exposed or degraded in my life. Despite my best efforts I knew my flimsy excuse for a skirt was flaying up and down as I clumsily jumped around in an almost comical imitation of a cheerleader. My face and chest were flushed bright red and it was not from the exertion. I prayed that the bows that held my top and skirt together would not come undone. Desperately I tried to block out everything else and just focus on getting through my dance and then out of there as quick as I could.

When I started my dance routine there were a few claps of support from the visitors, but largely everyone seemed to be ignoring me and focusing on the spectacularly professional Nicholls cheerleaders. But before I was even a minute into my routine I could sense a murmur going around the crowded stadium and I just knew the focus was shifting on to me. It certainly wasn't because of my cheerleading skills, so I knew it had to be something else that was attracting their attention. When I heard the shrill of men whistling at me then I knew my worse fears had come true. I had become the centre of attention because the combination of a minuscule dress and thong panties meant my bare buttocks were on display to the whole stadium. 

Making matters even worse, my skirt had ridden up my hips so that even more of my buttocks were exposed, as well as the front of my yellow thong panties. A couple of times I tried to quickly yank the skirt down but with the pom poms in my hands it was impossible. By the time I was two minutes into my song the feet of much of the crowd were pounding the floor in tune to Cyndi Lauper, totalling drowning out the music from the cheerleader squad. The whistles from the men were echoing around the stadium.

I just wished the floor of the stadium would open up and swallow me, or that I would wake up and find it was all an awful nightmare. But neither happened, and somehow I managed to keep dancing, throwing myself around like a drunken donkey. Finally the unbelievable happened: the song finished. I sagged forward, hands on knees, gasping for breath. The chanting and whistling from the crowd got even louder, and after a few more seconds I realised why. I was bent forward with my bare buttocks on display to the whole stadium. Mortified I dashed over to the entrance tunnel where the women's locker room was located. Standing at the entrance were the boys from the Nicholls State team who were waiting to come back out onto the court. They were all staring at me with big grins on their faces and lust in their eyes. Their coach was trying to give them instructions, but none of them appeared to be listening. Their attention was on me as I dashed past, my bare buttocks clearly on view.

Once in the locker room I fell onto the bench seat, closed my eyes and put my head between my legs. I felt decidedly faint and had to gulp in air to try and clear my head. I could not believe I had done it. I had actually done it. Despite the incredible humiliation I had endured, I had the guts to do it. I felt like I had proven myself to Uncle Jimmy, but quite what I had proven I wasn't sure. I was feeling relieved and even a little elated.

As my head began to clear I opened my eyes again. I still had my head slumped forward between my knees, and as my eyes focused I realised I was staring at my dreaded yellow thong panties. My mouth dropped open in horror as I realised there was a distinctive wet spot in the crouch of my panties. I was mortified. This could not be. 

The door to the locker room swung open with a bang and I suddenly sat bolt upright, locking my knees together and placing my hands on my lap so my panties were hidden from view. The cheerleader squad made their way into the locker room, looking far from happy. They glared at me with stony looks on their faces. They were not impressed with me stealing the limelight from them. Ignoring me they began to undress, changing out of their cheerleader outfits and redressing. I sat there like a statue, looking down at my hands resting on my lap. 

Finally they gathered up their possessions and gave me departing glares as they left me to it. Once I was certain I was alone I took my hands off my lap and tentatively opened my legs. Pulling the front of my skirt up confirmed what I already knew. There was a very distinctive wet stain in the centre of my panties and if I was not mistaken it was bigger than when I had first noticed it. Even though I was the only person in the locker room, I felt myself blushing. For a long moment I stared down at the wet stain, not wanting to believe what I was seeing. I knew there was no way it was caused by me sweating. 

Reaching under my skirt I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down to my ankles. I then opened my knees again about 12 inches wide and lifted the front of my skirt up. I peered down at my exposed vagina. My labia were clearly swollen and I could even see my clitoris poking out from its hood. There was no doubt I was aroused. I could not fathom how this could possibly be. But the undisputable evidence was right before my eyes.

I reached behind my skirt and untied the bow before pulling it away and discarding it on the floor beside my panties. I was now totally naked from the waist down, with my legs open. I still felt lightheaded, but now realised to my shame that this was mostly from my arousal.

A noise startled me from my trance and as I looked up I realised the buxom blonde from the cheerleaders had come back to collect something she had left behind. When she saw me she stopped in her tracks. Incredibly I did not try to hide myself. I just dumbly sat there with an embarrassed look on my face. I could feel myself going bright red. The buxom blonde stared straight at my curly pubic triangle with my exposed labia protruding from underneath. Slowly she raised her eyes to meet mine.

"You really are a total slut, aren't you?"

My heart was pounding and my blushing increased even more. I could not believe I was acting in this totally degrading manner. This was not me. This was not the Jen who was reluctant to even wear a bikini at the beach. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion. 

The buxom blonde snapped up the bag she had left behind and walked out, muttering under her breath. Almost without me realising it my hand slid down between my legs and brushed against my sensitive labia. I gasped at the pleasure of the touch. I could feel the moisture on my fingers. I was so aroused I wanted to plunge my fingers deep into my vulva right there and then, knowing that anybody could walk right in at any moment. I literally had to force myself to withdraw my hand from between my thighs and close my legs. 

After a few minutes my breathing settled down and I removed my cheerleader top and redressed in the clothes I had worn to the stadium. I waited several more minutes until I thought the game would be almost over. I was reluctant to venture out into the stadium while the crowd was still there, given the humiliating display I had put on.

As I exited the locker room I kept to the wall and tried to remain invisible. The game had just finished and the crowd were making there way out of the stadium. They were all looking surprisingly subdued. A noise at the other end of stadium caught my attention and I realised it was Uncle Jimmy and his players giving each other high fives. Confused I glanced up at the scoreboard. OMG. We had beaten Nicholls by one point. There had to be a mistake.

There was no mistake. Nicholls had come out in the second half and played like novices. Their minds were just not on the game and they blew their handy half time lead.

"I wonder what could have distracted them?" Uncle Jimmy laughed. 

All the boys looked my way and I blushed again for the umpteenth time that day. At least the ride home in the bus was less of a torture than the ride to the stadium. I was still incredibly humiliated and my head was awash with confusion. But at least I had done my cheerleaders dance.




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 05



Ma and Pa collected Jethro and I from the bus and there was much excitement when they found out we had won. They asked me about how the cheerleading had gone but I delicately sidestepped any probing questions. As soon as we got home we ate the takeaways we had picked up, then I excused myself and went and had a much needed shower.

Once I had finished my shower I wrapped my towel around me and went to the sanctuary of my bedroom. As much as I tried to fight it, I still felt aroused by what had happened at the stadium. Visions kept flashing through my mind of my exposed buttocks in front of the packed stadium, and of me exposing myself in front of the buxom blonde. 

I stood in front of my mirror and let my towel drop to the floor. I saw my naked body reflected back at me. I knew my bedroom door had no lock on it so any of my family could come in at any moment. I picked up the plastic bag on my bed and removed my cheerleaders outfit. I put on the top, skirt and thong. Standing in front of the mirror again I whirled around as if I was dancing my routine. My skirt bellowed out, easily exposing my thong and bare buttocks. I couldn't believe how much of my body was exposed to them. I set up the delay timer on my camera and took several photos of me dancing.

The photos confirmed how exposed my buttocks were, and I was growing more aroused as I looked at myself. I lowered my hand to between my legs and stroked my panty covered labia. I could feel dampness through the material.

I sat on the end of my bed where I could still see myself in the mirror. Slowly I opened my legs so the crotch of my panties was visible in the mirror. I was not surprised to see I already had a circular wet spot that was expanding in size as I watched mesmerised. 'Was the wet spot visible to anyone when I was dancing,' I speculated to myself. I rationalised that the crowd in the stands were probably too far away, but the people on the stadium floor were only yards away from me. This included Uncle Jimmy. I felt ashamed, but this did not stop the moisture from seeping into my panties.

I dared myself to take a photo. A part of me screamed 'no', but another part of my psyche was urging me to be wickedly adventurous. 'What harm can there be', I rationalised. I will delete the photos off the camera and know one will ever know my wicked little secret. 

Getting up off the bed I set the camera and the tripod close up beside my bed and focused it to where I would be sitting. After setting the timer I quickly sat down and opened my legs wide so my panties would be exposed, then leaned back on my elbows. I felt so sluttish, and knew I should be ashamed of what I was doing however I forced these thoughts out of my mind. Checking the photo I was disappointed it was out of focus. I repeated the process another two times until I was happy that the big wet spot was nicely in focus. I stared amazed at the photo on the LCD screen of the camera. I was feeling flushed with excitement.

Still seated on the bed, I reached under my skirt and lowered my thongs to my ankles before kicking them off. I then reached behind me, untied the bow of my skirt and removed it. Looking at myself in the mirror I opened my legs again and my delicate little pussy with its trimmed triangle of short dark curls sprung into full view. For a long while I just stared at myself. This was how the buxom blonde had seen me earlier in the evening when she came back into the locker room. She was right. I did look like a slut. And to be truthful, at that moment I felt like slut. I was breathing heavily and felt more aroused than I ever had been in my eighteen years of innocence.

Hastily I set the timer on the camera again then seated myself, legs wide open and leaning back on the bed on my elbows. As soon as the camera went click I jumped up to check it. The sight of my exposed pussy took my breath away. I moved the camera in closer, set the timer, then quickly took up my pose again. The resulting photo was even more revealing. My labia were clearly in view.

I jumped up and set the timer again. This time when I got back on the bed I laid right back and lifted my knees up off the ground so my vagina was pointing right at the camera. I opened my legs as wide as I could. When I viewed the photo in the camera LCD it was unbelievably explicit. My labia had spread open like a flower in full bloom and you could even see the beginning of the pink tunnel of my vulva. I stared at it, magnetised by the sight of my vagina in full arousal.

I put on my dressing gown and went downstairs to where Ma, Pa, Jethro and Trixie were seated in the lounge, still discussing the miracle win of the basketball team.

"I'm really tired, and am going to have an early night." I leaned over the back of sofa and gave Ma and Pa a quick kiss.

Ma turned around. "You are looking flushed. I hope you are not coming down with anything. Hopefully after a good night's sleep you will feel better."

I grinned sheepishly at Ma before hastily disappearing up the stairs. Once in my room I quickly disrobed and took off my cheerleader top which was the only item of clothing I was still wearing. Naked, I picked up my camera and climbed into my bed. It was the first time in my life I had been naked in bed. The sheets felt soft against my sensitive skin. 

I turned the camera back on and began to preview the lurid photos I had just taken of myself. Staring at the one of my wet spot on my panties, I let my hand slide down between my legs and stroke my labia. It felt so good. As I moved to the photos of my pussy I began to rub more furiously as well as flicking my clit. When I came to the last photo taken with my knees in the air I plunged my fingers into my drenched pussy. Instantly my orgasm hit like a grade 5 hurricane. I arched my back and threw my head back so vigorously it bounced off the headboard. But I was beyond pain as the intense pleasure swept through every portion of my young body.

I must have fallen into a deep slumber because the next thing I remember Ma was knocking on the door to tell me that Bobby, my boyfriend, had arrived to pick me up.

'Pick me up?' I pondered, trying to clear the sleepy fog from my head. Then I remembered. Our college orchestra was playing at the Sunday morning service of the local Baptist church.

"You are up, Jen, aren't you?" Ma enquired.

I flew out of bed and quickly began to forage for clothing suitable to wear to church.

"Of course I am, Ma." Which was technically correct. "Tell him I will be down in just a couple of minutes."

I noticed my cheerleader's outfit was still lying on the middle of the floor where I had left it. I smiled to myself as I had this brief wicked vision of me walking down the church aisle dressed as a cheerleader. Quickly I kicked it under the bed and got my mind back on the task. In record time I put on clean underwear and the dress that I only wore for occasions like going to church. I ran a quick brush through my hair and sprayed on a liberal amount of perfume, given I had not had a shower. Slipping my shoes on I dashed down the stairs, then remembered I didn't have my violin, so sprinted back up to collect it.

Bobby was all smiles and insisted I tell him all about my exciting bus trip to Nicholls State, and how my cheerleader's routine had gone. Not surprisingly I was not very forthcoming and kept changing the subject. Even when he asked me about the game I was still not very helpful, except this time I had an excuse. I spent the entire second half of the game in the women's locker room. I was very conscious of the fact I had not had a shower, and I prayed I did not smell of my own dried juices that had been flowing so liberally last night. Despite myself I could not help blushing at the way I had behaved in the locker room and then later in my own bedroom. 

I managed to get through the church service without any stuff ups with my violin solo, which was a huge relief as the cheerleading had been a major distraction to me. Afterwards Bobby and I went for a soda together and he apologised for the way he had behaved with my brother Jethro and cousin Dirk when they had cajoled me into dancing topless in front of them. Frankly I wanted to put the embarrassment of the whole cheerleading thing behind me. I had already decided I was going to tell Uncle Jimmy that enough was enough. I had done my cheerleader's dance and been humiliated in from of him and everyone else in the stadium. He had had his fun at my expense, and got his revenge, but now it was over.

Bobby and I spent the Sunday afternoon together and I relished having normality back in my life after the insanity of the past week. He dropped me off home late afternoon and I dashed upstairs to shower before dinner. While I was in the shower I recalled that I had not deleted the photos off my camera as I had fallen into a delicious sleep last night and didn't have time this morning. Just the thought of the photos made me blush with shame. 

After my shower I wrapped my towel around me and returned to my bedroom. My first task, even before I got dressed, was to delete the photos. To my surprise the camera was not sitting on my bed where I was sure I had put it down after my orgasm. Again I blushed at my behaviour. Deciding I must have buried it in my duvet or sheets I quickly stripped my bed. With no sign of the camera I searched under the bed and everywhere else it could logically be. It was no where to be found and I began to get this horrible sick feeling in the back of my throat. 

Still wearing only my towel I dashed down stairs to the kitchen where Ma was preparing dinner.

"Have you seen my camera?" I blurted out. 

Ma turned around from the oven and looked none too happy. "Is that any way to address your mother? And I ask that you don't parade yourself around the house wearing nothing but a towel. Now go and get dressed, and then come and talk to me politely."

"I only want to know if you have seen my camera," I reacted tersely.

Ma reacted by picking up the wooden spoon. "Do you want this, young lady?"

I most certainly did not. "No Ma. Sorry Ma," I quickly apologised. "I only wanted to know..."

Ma waved the wooden spoon under my nose and I quickly turned and hightailed it out of the kitchen. Exasperated, I dashed up the stairs, threw on my jeans and a tee shirt, then reappeared in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and tried to settle my rising panic.

"Excuse me, Ma." I tried to sound calm. "I don't seem to be able to find my camera. Do you know where it is, by chance?"

"Yes I do, actually," Ma responded without turning around from the oven. "I borrowed it."

"You borrowed it," I almost screamed. "You borrowed my camera?"

Ma turned around and fixed me with a stony gaze. "Yes, you heard me. I borrowed it. And may I remind you it is not your camera. Pa and I brought it for you children to share. You all have your phone cameras, but we thought it would be nice if you had one with a zoom that could take vivid close ups."

Vivid close ups. I was starting to feel a little faint. I tried to keep calm. Obviously she had not seen the shamefully explicit photos I had taken the previous evening because she would have surely flown into a rage of condemnation.

"Can I have it back, please?" I pleaded.

"No."

"No?" I snapped. "What do you mean, no?"

"Good heavens girl," Ma reacted angrily. "What has got into you these past few weeks? Have you totally lost your manners?"

"Sorry, Ma," I responded contritely. "I guess I am feeling a little stressed."

"Well you had better start using your brain before you open that sassy mouth of yours."

"Yes, Ma," I hung my head.

"Right. The reason you can't have your camera back is because I loaned it to Uncle Jimmy."

My head shot up and my mouth dropped open. "You loaned it to Uncle Jimmy?" My voice was no more than a squeak.

"Correct. I tried to phone your mobile to check it was okay but you didn't take it with you today."

I had been in such a rush to get to the church service with Bobby I had forgotten to grab my phone.

"Noooo!" I groaned. This can't be happening to me.

"But don't worry, dear. He only needed it for today to take photos of the celebration BBQ they were having after their wonderful win. You can pick it up tomorrow if you need it so desperately."

"I need it tonight," I blurted out.

"Good grief. I don't know what the desperation is, but if it so urgent you can pick it up after dinner. I will let Jimmy know you are coming to collect."

"I have to go now," I pleaded.

Ma picked up the wooden spoon. "Jennifer. You are just being plain stupid, and I am sure you are reacting this way just to childishly get back at your Uncle Jimmy. You had better buck up your ideas very quickly as you are staying with your Aunt Shirley and Uncle Jimmy for two weeks from this Thursday. I will be giving this wooden spoon to your Aunt and telling her that she shouldn't hesitate to use it on you if you continue to behave like a sassy little brat."

Ma was really angry. Despite my desperation I bit my tongue and gave Ma a hand to prepare dinner so that we could get it over with as soon as possible. Mealtime dragged for what seemed an eternity. Finally it was over and Pa loaned me the car keys so I could drive over to Aunt Shirley's and Uncle Jimmy's to collect my camera. 

When I knocked on their door Aunt Shirley answered and had the camera in her hand. Gratefully I took it and after exchanging brief pleasantries I said I had to dash as I had an assignment to finish before college tomorrow. Just as I turned to go Uncle Jimmy appeared at the doorway.

"Oh, it's you, Jen," he feigned surprise. "My favourite little niece. And such a wonderful cheerleader," he smirked. "I am so looking forward to having you come and stay with us for two weeks."

My blood ran cold. I muttered a quick goodbye and drove home as quick as I could. Once home I dashed upstairs, slammed my door close, and switched on the camera. I flicked the toggle to review all the photos stored on the memory. The LCD screen blinked back at me 'Memory empty'. The photos were gone. I collapsed on my bed.



The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 06



Sorry for the delay in finishing this story. Got sidetracked, however the real Jen from Louisiana, the little darling she is, kept nagging me like the proverbial Mother so here are the final three chapters.

Recapping the characters:
My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie
My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy
My cousin Dirk
My boyfriend Bobby
Sonja, the bitch cheerleader


Chapter Six

By the time Thursday came around I was a nervous wreck. I was going to stay with Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley for two weeks. I prayed that somehow the photos had been deleted off the camera without anyone noticing them. I had classes at the college in the morning, and in the afternoon Aunt Shirley arrived around to pick me. Ma and Pa were so excited by the prospect of their two week holiday that they failed to notice my apprehension. Or perhaps I just hid it so well, as I certainly didn't want to spoil their holiday.

My brother, Jethro, had already left to stay with cousin Dirk, and my little sister, Trixie, was staying with the family of her best friend.

It was time for Ma and Pa to leave for their flight so reluctantly I threw my two bags in the back of Aunt Shirley's Chevy pick up and we left for the short drive to her house. Aunt Shirley was upbeat and chatted away to me like she normally does. There certainly was no indication that anything was amiss, so I felt a partial sense of relief that at least she had not seen the obscene photos I had taken of myself. For the millionth time I pondered how I could have been so stupid and behaved in such a perverted manner.

Uncle Jimmy was not home when we arrived at their house, however their youngest boy, Billy, was there playing video games. Fortunately their oldest son, Stan, did not live at home so at least I would only have to put up with one of their hillbilly, idiotic sons. Aunt Shirley showed me to my room, which was Stan's old bedroom. It had the distinctive smell of a male's bedroom. A sort of mix of unwashed gym gear, sweaty shoes and cheap deodorant. At least I was only going to be there for two weeks. 'How bad can it be?' I tried to reassure myself. 

I sat on the side of the bed and tried to relax, but when I glanced up at the doorway Billie was peering around the corner. 

"What?" I asked tersely.

Billy looked disappointed. I think the idiot had hoped I was in the middle of undressing.

"You betta get ready for practice," he drooled. "Pappy will be home shortly and we gotta get going cause we will be late."

"You are always late for practice. Why spoil your good record by being on time for once," I bit back. "Besides, I am not going to practice no more. I am done cheerleading."

"Is that so," he sneered. "But you have such a talent for it. Well.... perhaps no talent, but your bum ain't half pretty."

He laughed at his own little joke.

"Fuck you!" I retorted.

"Oh, yes please. You can fuck me anytime you like, cousin." He laughed even louder this time. 

Annoyed that I couldn't even win a verbal battle with an idiot, I got up and slammed the door in his face. I barely had time to sit down when I heard Uncle Jimmy's voice booming down the hallway telling us in his own crass way that he was home and we were leaving in five minutes for practice.

I stuck my head out my bedroom door. "I'm not coming," I yelled, "So don't wait for me."

"Is that so?" Uncle Jimmy responded. "Who gave you permission to skip practice little lady?"

I wanted to tell him that my cheerleader days were all over, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. I had been humiliated enough just because I lost that stupid bet. But I rationalised this was not the time as he already sounded fired up.

"I have to practice my violin tonight." Which was partially true, especially as I had been not been putting the time in I should have been. "It is our orchestra's big concert in the stadium tomorrow night."

Uncle Jimmy looked at me down the hallway, and was clearly not impressed, especially as he had rearranged his basketball practice times to give the orchestra time to rehearse in the stadium before the concert. He looked as if he was going to press the issue but decided not to make a scene in front of Aunt Shirley.

"All right," he reluctantly conceded, "but there is no game this weekend and the stadium is free Saturday, so I will arrange a special practice session just for you. I will see if Sonja is free to give you some much needed lessons."

With his last comment he gave me a devilish wink that Aunty Shirley couldn't see, but it sent shivers up my spine. I opened my mouth to protest but Uncle Jimmy was already on his way out of the front door with his ogre son, Billy, in close tow.

I was kicking myself for not standing up to my Uncle and telling him it was all over. I resolved I would tell him the first opportunity I got. I needing cheering up so decided to phone my boyfriend, Bobby, who I had not seen at college for several days as he was on a work skills placement. But before I could dial his number Aunt Shirley appeared at the door.

"What are you doing, darling?" she smiled, "I thought you were going to do your violin practice."

I resented my Aunt's interference, but I didn't show it.

"I am, soon. I just want to phone my boyfriend."

"Don't you feel your violin practice should have priority? Your Ma told me I had to keep a close eye on you, and ensure you did you violin practice and kept up with the college studies."

I felt like a child being scolded.

"I want to phone my boyfriend," I snapped back, petulantly.

"Your Ma also said I was not to hesitate to give you a spanking if you did not behave. I understand from your Ma that she has been far from happy with some of your behaviour in recent weeks."

I stared at my Aunt incredulously. I could not believe my Ma actually gave her sister permission to spank me.

"You are going to be a good girl while you are staying with us, aren't you?"

"Yes," I pouted, embarrassed at the scolding she was giving me.

"Good girl, Jen. Now grab that violin and come out and practice in the lounge where I can hear you. I do love the sound of the violin."

"I prefer to practice in my bedroom," I responded, not able to keep the sulkiness out of my voice.

Aunt Shirley's response was to tilt her head to the side and frown. It was a silent reprimand that I was not doing as I was told. Exasperated, I snatched up my violin case from beside the bed and followed my Aunt down the hall to the lounge.

She sat down in her chair and started to work on an ornate quilt she was making. It was very pretty and I wanted to say so but I was so annoyed at being told off like a child, so I just got my violin out, sat down on a stool and tried to immerse myself in my practice. I resolved to practice hard for half and hour and then go back to my room to phone Bobby.

When I was playing well my Aunt would give me a compliment such as, "That was delightful, dear." However when I made a mistake, and there were a few, she shook her head disapprovingly. 

I did not like having her sitting there, critiquing my violin skills. I didn't like her telling me what to do?

"Are you an expert at playing the violin?" The words spat out of my mouth, and I instantly regretted what I had said and the tone in my voice.

For a long moment my Aunt just continued working on the quilt resting on her lap, before finally looking up. She looked hurt and angry, and I knew I should apologise but I couldn't bring myself to utter the words.

My Aunt's eyes fixed on me. "I played the violin for over ten years if you must know. I even won a music scholarship but fell pregnant before I could take it up. You are not the only one in the family with musical talent, even if you think you are."

I felt like such a toad. "I am sorry," I muttered.

"Sorry because I fell pregnant or sorry because you are behaving like a spoilt brat?"

"Sorry for behaving like such a spoilt brat." I hung my head in genuine shame.

"Well at least we are agreed you are behaving like a spoiled brat. Now get on with your practice. You have your concert tomorrow night and you need to be perfect. Now focus, child, as we are going to continue until you can play it all through with no mistakes."

My ears were burning. I might be 18 years old but at that moment I felt like a naughty girl. I knew that my hopes of practicing for only half an hour had gone out the window. I could hear my phone ringing in my bedroom but I dared not get up to answer it. I continued to practice for well over 90 minutes, and too my relief I was playing much better. My Aunt had been right, and I chastised myself for being such an arrogant teenager who thought she knew it all.

Finally my Aunt stood up. "That is much better. Practice does make perfect."

I smiled shyly in agreement.

"Now one more time through before I run you a bath."

I didn't want a bath. I wanted to phone my boyfriend. But I dared not protest. I had not had a bath for years, preferring to shower. However I guess it would be nice and relaxing after my arduous violin practice. My neck was stiff from being bent on an angle for so long.

After playing my violin pieces through perfectly, Aunt Shirley gave me an excited little clap that made me blush.

"Bath time. Put you violin away while I check the water temperature is right." 

I was relieved my violin practice was over and was now looking forward to the bath, despite my initial reluctance. I actually skipped down the hall, dropped my violin on my bed, and poked my head in the bathroom which was the next door down. Aunt Shirley was sitting on the side of the bath with her hand gently stroking the water. She looked up and gave me a warming smile.

"This is just what you need. It will relax you and ensure you get a good nights sleep before tomorrows concert. The temperature is just right."

"Thanks," I smiled, genuinely appreciative.

I stood there, expecting Aunt Shirley to get up and leave the bathroom. However she continued to sit on the side of the bath. She looked up at me again and seemed surprised I was just standing there.

"Come on, Jen, we don't want it to get cold. Get those clothes off and jump in."

I felt awkward and more than a little embarrassed. Aunt Shirley was clearly expecting me to undress while she was still in the bathroom. Silently I admonished myself for being so silly. It was time I got over my childish anguish about revealing my body. Especially given the number of times parts of my body had been exposed over recent weeks. I had danced around in a stadium with much of my bare buttocks on full view. Plus I had danced topless for my brother, cousin and boyfriend. I found myself blushing just at the thought of what I had done.

"Come on, silly," Aunt Shirley prodded. "Do I have to help you get undressed?"

"Of course not," I smiled awkwardly, trying to act more confident than I felt. 

With a deep breath I quickly began to undress, kicking off my shoes before removing my tee shirt and jeans, so that I only had my underwear on. I desperately wanted to turn away from facing Aunt Shirley while I removed my bra and panties but decided that was being just plain stupid. So I forced myself to remain looking at her while I removed my undergarments.

As I removed my panties I stood up and faced her, now totally naked. She might be my Aunt, but I still felt totally embarrassed. A part of me wanted to scream out at her that I was an 18 year old woman now, not a child, and I had a right to bathe in privacy. But I didn't. I just stood facing her, blushing and fidgeting awkwardly.

"Well, look at my little niece, Jen. You are all grown up. You might act like spoilt little brat on occasions, but you do have the pretty figure of a young woman. You are very attractive."

Her barb about me being a spoilt brat made me flinch, but her comments about my body gave me inner warmth. I blushed even more and felt for sure she could see the red flush spreading across my chest. For some reason I was really aware of my breasts moving gently up and down as I breathed. Consciously I tried to slow my breathing, which is really stupid, I know. I just had not been stared at like this while totally naked. It hadn't happened to me since I was a kid. In those days my cousins and I would happily bathe together, so totally unconscious of our own bodies. Standing in front of my Aunt I almost felt like that kid again, except this time a big kid who was much more self conscious of her nakedness.

My daydreaming thoughts were interrupted when I was aware my Aunt had spoken to me.

"Pardon?" I responded shyly.

My Aunt smiled and I noticed how her deep blue eyes twinkled as she spoke. 

"I said, are you getting into this bath or are you going to stand there showing off that pretty little body of yours all night?"

Ashamed that my Aunt might think I was flaunting myself, I quickly stepped past her and lowered myself into the luxurious warmth of the bath. I laid back and relaxed and for many minutes my Aunt and I just idly chatted about the past. She told me about her college years and her success with playing the violin. In a way I was following a very similar path to her. 

Finally my Aunt told me to sit up and when I did she poured shampoo onto my hair and began to lather it up. I felt unnatural having my hair washed and told my Aunt I would do it, but she gently smacked my hand when I tried to take over the task. Reluctantly I tried to relax and let her wash my hair. It actually felt surprisingly nice having her fingers massaging my scalp.

When she had finished she cupped the back of my head and gently lowered me into the water to wash away the shampoo. It felt good and I was virtually floating away on the relaxing sensations. When my Aunt sat me up again she got the flannel and wiped the water away from my eyes. Then using the flannel she soaped up my back and began to wash me. I stooped forward to enable her to go about her task.  

She then placed her hand on my shoulder and brought me upright. Before I had even realised it her hand had moved around to my chest and she was using the flannel to apply soap. I froze as her hand began to wash my breasts, vigorously using the flannel to apply soap. 

"Aunt Shirley," I gulped in surprise.

"Hush," she responded quietly. "Lift your arms up."

I was taken aback by my Aunt's actions but did as requested, lifting my arms in the air so she could wash my arm pits.

"Now stand up, darling."

"Aunt Shirley," I quietly protested, "I am 18. It is really lovely having you wash me but I really think I can do the rest on my own."
I smiled at my Aunt, trying really hard not to offend her.

"Don't be silly. You teenagers all want to grow up so quickly. Now be a good girl and stand up."

I wanted to protest further, but instead found myself complying with her directions. Once I was standing she began to apply soap to my legs and working her way up my thighs.

"Open your legs slightly, honey."

I whimpered in protest but did as requested. My Aunt then continued to apply soap to the tops of my legs. I realised I was holding my breath as I felt the flannel rubbing over and between my buttocks. My heart was pounding as she washed my pubic area.

"Lovely to see you don't shave off all your pubic hair like everyone seems to be doing these days. I think a nicely trimmed triangle is so much more attractive. Or perhaps I'm just old fashioned," she giggled.

I was mortified she was discussing my pubic hair, and I just nodded in agreement, not wanting to prolong the conversation. As I glanced down at my Aunt I was further mortified to notice my nipples were fully erect from the vigorous rubbing they had received. I quickly folded my arms in front of my boobs.

To my relief Aunt Shirley told me to lie down in the bath again and remove the soap. I slid my whole body under the water and wriggled around to remove the soap suds. When I came up for air I could hear voices in the hallway, and realised my Uncle Jimmy and Billy were home from basketball practice. Incredibly the bathroom door swung open and I saw the tall frame of my Uncle Jimmy entering the room.

I let out a squeal of protest and tried to immerse myself further in the water. I expected Aunt Shirley to chase him out of the bathroom, but instead she just turned around and asked him how basketball practice had gone. Uncle Jimmy grunted that it went fine, but his eyes were firmly on me.

"Bath time is it, Jen?" he smirked, stating the obvious. "I hope your Aunt is scrubbing you clean? Perhaps she needs a hand."

"No thank you," I quickly shot back.

I tried to lower myself further into the bath but I realised the water was not deep enough to cover my breasts which were sticking out of the water like two small desert islands. I gulped when I looked down at myself as my nipples were still erect. In desperation I cupped my hands over them and hoped that Uncle Jimmy had not noticed, but the broad grin on his face indicated he had not missed my little show. I crossed my legs in an attempt to hid my pubic triangle which I was sure was probably also visible through the water. I blushed bright red.

"Can't I have some privacy, please!" I pleaded.

Uncle Jimmy pouted as if I had hurt his feelings, and only backed out of the bathroom when Aunt Shirley waved her hand at him to indicate he had better leave. I actually wanted my Aunt to leave as well but instead she picked up the towel and indicated I should stand up and step out of bath. As soon as I obeyed she wrapped the towel around me and used her hands to dry my body. I felt very awkward and wanted to complain again that I was not a kid and more than capable of drying myself. However I didn't want to create a scene, and decided if I complied then it would be over quicker.

Finally she was happy that I was dry and told me to go to my bedroom and change into my pyjamas and then join them for supper. My Aunt had taken my clothes to put in the laundry so I had no choice other than to wrap the towel around me to get to my bedroom. The towel barely covered me, but fortunately the bedroom I was sleeping in was only next door. I dashed out as quickly as I could, but just my luck Billy was standing right outside the bathroom door. I would not be surprised if he was spying on me.

I crashed straight into him, and given he outweighed me by at least 70lb I bounced right off him and fell back onto the floor of the bathroom. For a brief moment I lay there stunned, but when my eyes focused I could see my cousin leering down at me. It was like I was seeing a younger version of his perverted father.

He made no attempt to help me up; instead his eyes were riveted on my crotch. When I sat up I realised why. The bottom of my towel had flicked open revealing my pubes, and my cousin, Billy was ensuring he got an eyeful. Mortified I quickly covered myself and sprung to my feet before pushing myself past my grinning cousin and reaching the relative safety of my bedroom. 

I stood in the room and took several deep breaths to calm myself. I shook my head with despair as I realised I had been at my Uncle and Aunt's house for less than a day and I had somehow managed to reveal my naked body to every member of the household. 'Nice going, Jen,' I silently chastised myself. I had a feeling it could be a long two weeks before my parents returned home from holiday. Surely it couldn't get any worse.

I desperately wanted to phone my boyfriend, Bobby, so I quickly changed into my pyjamas, lay down on my bed and called him on my mobile. It was so great to hear his voice after the insanity of the past few hours. He asked me how I was coping being at my Uncle and Aunt's but I was too embarrassed to tell him the truth so I just told him it was fine and changed the subject. 




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 06



I had been chatting and laughing with Bobby for over 15 minutes when my bedroom door swung open and a very unhappy looking Aunt Shirley stood in the doorway.

"I thought I told you to get changed into your pyjamas and join us for supper."

Oops. In my excitement to catch up with Bobby I had totally forgotten my Aunt's request.

"Put that phone away before I flush it down the toilet," my Aunt angrily continued.
I wanted to argue the point but given this was the second time I had angered my Aunt on my first day staying with them I decided I would be better off to bite my tongue. I hastily said bye to Bobby and snapped my phone shut.

"Your mother was right. You have become too big for your boots, and you have just earned yourself a spanking."

My mouth dropped open in disbelief. "A spanking? Please, no, Aunt Shirley. I promise I will do as I am told from now on," I desperately pleaded.

"I am afraid it is too late for that now, Missy. A spanking will remind you of the behaviour we expect from you while you are staying in this house."

I groaned in disbelief. This couldn't be happening to me. Silently I followed my Aunt down the hallway to the dining room where a light supper had been served. I felt really bad as my Aunt had obviously gone to a lot of trouble. Uncle Jimmy and Billy had just finished and left to watch TV. I sat down at the table and began to eat. My Aunt had disappeared into the kitchen and when she returned she sat down opposite me. I was too ashamed to look at her, but when I heard the noise of something thumping on the table I glanced up. I wished I hadn't because the noise was made by Aunt Shirley placing the wooden spoon in the middle of the table. At that point I entirely lost my appetite. 

"Stand up," she directed.

I had only just sat down, but quickly obeyed, nervously standing up beside my dining chair.

"Take off your pyjama bottoms and hand them to me."

"Nooo," I groaned. "I have no panties on underneath. Please can't you spank me over my pyjamas."

I was so aware that my Uncle Jimmy and Billy were just sitting around the corner in the lounge. However my Aunt was not about to be swayed by my pleas.

"Now!"

A tear rolled down my cheek as I lowered my pyjama bottoms, stepped out of them, and handed them to my Aunt.

"Now sit down at the table and eat your supper."

Not wanting to offend my Aunt anymore, I somehow managed to digest most of my supper under her watchful eye. The fabric of the dining chair felt rough against the skin of my bare buttocks, a constant reminder of my semi-nakedness. I could not believe I was sitting at the table of my Uncle and Aunt, naked from the waist down. It was so humiliating.

Just as I was finishing my supper Billy walked out of the lounge and through the dining room to the kitchen. I cringed and held my breath, but fortunately Billy didn't glance down towards my seated figure. However my luck ran out when he returned a few moments later with two beers in his hands.

"What the f....?" he blurted out, not believing his eyes.

"You hush up now, Billy. I don't want to hear foul language coming out of your mouth."

"Sorry Maw," he quickly apologised, but his eyes were riveted on my bare buttocks exposed at the back of the chair.

Slowly he made his way through the dining room to the lounge, his eyes not leaving me until he disappeared through the archway. My cheeks were blushing bright red with embarrassment. I could hear an excited murmur of conversation between Billy and his father and I had no doubt what it was about. 

Sure enough within a minute my Uncle Jimmy sauntered out of the lounge and stood in the archway. He tried to act casual and asked Aunt Shirley a question, but there was no doubting the real reason he was standing there. He could not resist the temptation to ogle my semi-nudity. I just sat there with my eyes closed, willing him to disappear. 

After what seemed forever he obviously decided he had seen enough of his young niece's bare buttocks and he returned back to the lounge. When I opened my eyes Aunt Shirley was holding the wooden spoon as if she wanted to pass it to me. I frowned back at her, confused.

"Take it."

I reached out and took the wooden spoon in my hand.

"I don't understand?" I queried. 

"Look, Jen. This is your first day here and I want to cut you some slack. You have behaved very poorly, but I do believe that deep down you are not a naughty girl. I know that your Uncle Jimmy can be a little trying at times but he is just a harmless big softy, and I do want all of us to get on well for the next two weeks."

I was not sure I believed my Aunt that Uncle Jimmy was just a big softy, however I was not about to argue the point as I could not believe my luck.

I jumped up and gave my Aunt Shirley a big hug, still holding the wooden spoon in my hand. "Thank you. I promise I will...."

"Not quite so fast," my Aunt interrupted.

I stepped back, again confused. I was aware I was more exposed now I was standing up and prayed that neither my Uncle nor Billy would come back into the dining room.

"I am not going to punish you, but I believe you need a stern reminder that you have let yourself down tonight. You can decide how stern that reminder should be."

"I don't understand?" 

My Aunt was making no sense.

"Take the wooden spoon with you into your bedroom and administer your own punishment. You decide what you deserve. When you are finished, return the spoon to me. I will be in the kitchen washing up."

I stared vacantly at my Aunt Shirley, trying to ensure I had heard her correctly.

"You want me to spank myself?" I said it in a manner that made it sound like I had never heard anything so outlandish, which was close to the truth.

My Aunt nodded at me condescendingly, like I was a child who was having trouble understanding something very basic. I waited for her to say something else, but she just continued to smile sweetly.

"You want me to take this wooden spoon, go into the bedroom, and spank myself?"

Again the condescending nod.

"How many times?" I continued, still struggling to believe what my Aunt was asking.

"You decide," she shrugged. "You decide how stern your reminder needs to be."

With that Aunt Shirley excused herself from the table, picked up the supper plates, and walked through to the kitchen, leaving me standing there, bewildered. I was tossing up whether to follow my Aunt into the kitchen to seek further clarification of what she expected me to do. But I was aware I was standing there, naked from the waist down, with two voyeuristic males close by in the next room. I quickly decided my best option was to high tail it into the relative safety of the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom I closed the door and just stood, dumbfounded, in the middle of my room. I looked down and stared at the wooden spoon I was holding in my hand as if I was expecting it to take on a life of its own. I was still struggling to absorb what my Aunt was asking of me. To be truthful, a part of me wondered if she was finally being driven bonkers by living with Uncle Jimmy. But I knew deep down that was not true. Aunt Shirley had some weird ideas, but so did my Ma and the two of them were sisters so it is hardly surprising.

Finally I rationalised that if I was ever going to get back in Aunt Shirley's good books I had better do as she requested, even though I found it incredibly humiliating to be told to go into my bedroom and spank myself. I knelt down and rested my upper body on the bed so that my buttocks were sticking out. Gingerly I swung the wooden spoon and it smacked into my left buttock. It didn't hurt at all as I wasn't swinging it hard. 

I repeated the dose until I had given myself six smacks, then stood up satisfied I had given myself a stern reminder as requested by my Aunt. But when I saw my reflection in the mirror I realised my cheeks were not even slightly pink. I knew I was not fooling anyone. I hadn't even given myself a gentle reminder, let alone a stern one. I assumed my kneeling position over my bed again, and this time I swung the wooden spoon much harder. It connected with such a sting that it made me gasp. Before I could think about it I repeated the dose several more times. I was going to stop at six, but something drove me on and I did not stop until I got to twenty. By that time I actually had small tears running down my cheeks. I could not believe I had actually made myself cry.

But that was not all I had done to myself. I realised I had a warmth radiating through me that was more to do with arousal than any punishment I had administered to myself. I opened my knees wide, arched my back and stuck my buttocks out as far as I could. I then proceeded to crack the wooden spoon down hard on my buttocks another dozen times at least. It should have hurt me, but all I could feel was the increasing warmth of my arousal. I knew my labia were wet and swollen and I could even feel my juices starting to run down one leg.

I reached the hand that was carrying the wooden spoon between my legs, and began lightly spanking my pussy. The feeling was exquisite. I rapidly tapped the end of the wooden spoon against my clit and could feel my orgasm building like flood waters pushing against a dam.

Turning the spoon around in my hand I used the handle to stroke across my labia. My juices were flowing and I felt so perverse. Suddenly the dam broke and my orgasm flooded my whole body with a shudder that I hoped would never end.

Unfortunately, like all orgasms, it did ebb away leaving me weak and gasping for breath. When I came to my senses I quickly jumped to my feet, realising I was in the unlocked bedroom of my Aunt, Uncle and cousin Billy and they could easily have walked in on my shameful act. Remembering that my Aunt had told me I had to return the wooden spoon to her when I had finished I picked it up off the floor and gingerly opened the bedroom door. I half expected to find someone listening at the door, but to my relief no one was there.

I was still naked from the waist down and briefly debated whether my Aunt Shirley would be angry with me if I put my pyjama pants back on. But the matter was settled when I realised that Aunt Shirley still had them with her. Quickly I shuffled down the hall and past the archway where Uncle Jimmy and Billy were sitting watching sport on TV. Aunt Shirley was in the kitchen. She had finished cleaning up and was baking cookies. The delicious aroma briefly took me back to my childhood.

My Aunt continued her cooking, but did look over and smile at me. I shuffled over beside her and shyly held out the wooden spoon.

"All done?" Aunt Shirley enquired in a tone that sounded like she was asking me if I had done my homework. She did not take the spoon from me.

"Yes," I blushed.

"Well turn around and let me have a look at your handiwork."

Slowly I turned around, feeling humiliated that I was being asked to display my buttocks to her.

"Lift up your pyjama top so I can get a good look."

I obliged, gathering my top up and holding it in a bunch just below my boobs.

"Wow!" My Aunt actually sounded impressed. "You have definitely given yourself a good reminder. Well done, Jen."

I blushed. If only she knew the truth that most of the spanking was caused by my intense arousal.

"Okay. You can get yourself off to bed now."

I turned and gave Aunt Shirley a kiss on the cheek and went to head off to the bedroom.

"Jen," my Aunt called out. "Aren't you going to give me my wooden spoon back? Or do you want to keep it as a reminder."

Bashfully I returned to my Aunt's side and handed her the wooden spoon. It was only then that I realised it was still damp and sticky from my own juices. I was mortified as my Aunt held it in her hand. For a dreadful moment I thought she was going to use it to stir the cookie mixture in the bowl, but fortunately she dropped it in the sink, seemingly not noticing the wet stains.

"Don't forget to say goodnight to your Uncle Jimmy and Billy?" my Aunt reminded me as I turned to leave for the second time.

I wanted to remind my Aunt that I was naked from the waist down and not exactly dressed to be wandering around the house, however I bit my tongue least I upset her again. Tentatively I stuck my head around the corner of the archway where I could see my Uncle and cousin watching television.

"I am off to bed. Goodnight." I tried to sound chirpy.

Billy ignored me, but Uncle Jimmy turned and I could see from the look on his face that he could tell I was shielding myself from view.

"Come and give your good ole Uncle a kiss," he smirked.

"I would rather not," I quickly retorted.

"Come on, Jen. Just a quick peck. You don't want to get in my bad books now, do you?"

He was right. I didn't. I wanted to keep very much in his good books so that I could successfully negotiate my way out of being the team's cheerleader on their away games.

"If I give you a kiss, will you promise to let me off our deal about me being your cheerleader? It is so demeaning."

To my relief Uncle Jimmy appeared to give it consideration.

"I am prepared to do you a deal," he finally responded.

"What sort of deal?" I responded suspiciously.

"Jen. You are becoming tiresome. I will tell you in good time what the deal will be. Now are you going to give me kiss, or would you rather look at the new photos I have in my album?"

With his final comment he broke out in a devilish grin. I just about fainted. Somehow I had almost managed to push all thoughts of the lurid photos of my female anatomy to the back of my mind, convincing myself that they had been deleted before anyone realised they were there. Now I realised how stupid I was to think this could have happened. I knew now for sure that Uncle Jimmy had possession of my photos.

"Do I get my kiss?" he prompted.

Our banter had finally caught Billy's attention and he turned to stare at me curiously. I realised I had dug myself a very big hole. I just wished I could jump into it and disappear. 

Taking a deep breath, I stepped away around the archway and walked towards the two of them. Nervously I gripped the front of my pyjama top and tried to pull it down in front of my pubes, but I knew it was too short to hide much. Blushing like crazy I leaned over the chair and gave Uncle Jimmy a quick kiss. I knew my buttocks would be revealed to Billy but there was nothing I could do.

"Your bum is bright red," he giggled like an idiot. "Did Ma give you a damn good spanking?"

"No!" I retorted, and marched out of the lounge indignantly, knowing that all eyes were on the bouncing red cheeks of my buttocks.

Their sniggers echoed in my ears.



The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 07



Recapping the characters:

My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie

My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy

My cousin Dirk

My boyfriend Bobby

Sonja, the bitch cheerleader

*

I had a restless night knowing that the photos I had so stupidly taken of myself were now in the hands of my Uncle Jimmy. He was lecherous at the best of times, so I dreaded the thought of how he might behave with the photos in his possession.

The following day was Friday and finally the big night of our orchestra performing at the concert in the stadium. You are probably thinking that with all the distractions I have had over recent weeks that the whole night was a disaster for me. Well much to my surprise, and no doubt yours, I played the violin beautifully. I hate to admit it, but I think the previous evenings intensive practice with Aunt Shirley ensured my mind was focused.

It was a shame my Ma and Pa were on holiday so they missed the concert, but the rest of the family came along. Aunt Shirley even managed to drag along my Uncle Jimmy. He was even complimentary about my performance. At least I think he was when he said I was a girl of many talents. I even got the chance to introduce my boyfriend, Bobby, to my Uncle and Aunt. I was a bit concerned at how my Uncle might react, but surprisingly he was rather cordial. It was a good night and for awhile I forgot all the other dramas that were going on in my life. That was until Uncle Jimmy brought me back to earth.

"Don't forget you have cheerleader training with Sonja in the morning. 10.00am sharp right here at the stadium."

"But Uncle Jimmy," I whined, "You promised to do me a deal."

"Yes, and I will. When I am ready. But Sonja is all committed for tomorrow and you are not going to let her down. She told me she is so looking forward to it."

"I bet she is," I snarled, fighting to contain my anger.

Saturday morning did not start well when I had to hitch a ride with my Neanderthal cousin, Billy, so he could drop me off at the stadium. We drove in silence, which suited me well.

Finally Billy spoke. "Are you going to wear your cheerleader uniform? I might come in and watch cause you look so cute." 

I gave him an incredulous look, but bit my tongue and then looked the other way.

"You have a cute arse. We could all see it when you were dancing at Nicholls State." Billy giggled like an imbecile.

I felt embarrassed but refused to let it show. "Shut it, Billy," I snapped.

Fortunately we arrived at the stadium and I quickly exited the car, slammed the door, and stormed off. To my relief Billy drove away. The stadium was all locked up but Uncle Jimmy had told me I had to go to one of the side exits, and sure enough it was unlocked. As I entered the stadium I was all riled up and felt as if I wanted to strangle Sonja. Doing practice to be a cheerleader was about the least thing I wanted to do with my life at that moment, especially with Sonja who had been nothing but a bitch from the outset.

"Well if it isn't my star protégé," Sonja's voice beamed out as I entered the empty stadium. "I hear you made quite an impact at Nicholls State."

"It was totally degrading," I snapped back angrily. 

"But I heard you really enjoyed it. Showing off your cute little butt. And such a distraction to the opposition you even put them off their game. Who would have believed it? Miss goodie-two-shoes develops into a little slut," Sonja laughed.

"I am not a slut," I smouldered, "And I did not enjoy it one little bit."

"That's not what Olivia told me."

"Who the fuck is Olivia?" I was getting angrier by the second.

"Remember the buxom blonde who walked in on you in the locker rooms. That is Olivia, who just happens to be a friend of mine. And from what she tells me you were behaving like a total slut, sitting in the locker room with your legs wide open. She tells me you looked awfully aroused, and that randy little bitch would know. She has fucked most of the Nicholls State team."

Sonja was laughing out loud and enjoying watching me squirm. I wanted to protest my innocence, but it is hard when you are feeling so guilty.

"Fuck you," I retorted. Not a very eloquent response but it is hard to think when you are both angry and embarrassed.

"Dear oh dear. Such language from an A+ student. However as much as I am enjoying our little raconteur we need to get practicing as I have a lunch date with Stan."

"Stan? Not my cousin Stan?"

Stan was Uncle Jimmy's oldest son. 

Sonja nodded. "He is cute," she beamed.

"Cute!" I echoed incredulously. "He is about as cute as a dim-witted gorilla, but with a lower IQ."

"Ohhhh," Sonja pouted. "Is someone jealous? Did Jen fancy him all for herself?"

"You have got to be joking. Are you out of your mind, you stupid bimbo?" 

My last comment made Sonja scowl. It obviously hit a nerve.

"Get changed," she snapped, "I haven't got all day."

I turned around to pick up my gym bag but it was not there. It has to be, I thought, foolishly turning around a second time as if I had somehow missed it. To my horror I then realised I had been so angry with Billy I had stormed out of the car without thinking of grabbing my bag from the back seat. Then I had a bright idea of how to turn it to my advantage.

"Oh dear. I seem to have left my bag in Billy's car," I chuckled. "Damn shame, but looks like it is no cheerleading for me today."

I turned to walk towards the exit.

"No matter," Sonja responded. "I guess I could always get Stan to take me around to your Uncles. He tells me he has got some great shots in his photo album he can't wait to show me?

I froze on the spot and a chill went down my spine. There was no way I wanted her to see those photos of mine. The whole college would know about it in record time and I would just die from humiliation.

"Sonja. I have not got my gym clothes." I tried to sound polite even though I was seething inside. "Do you want me to practice in my dress?"

It was a very hot and humid Louisiana day and I was just wearing a summer knee-length dress and sandals.

"No," Sonja cooed. "Take your dress off."

"Take my dress off. You are joking, right?"

"Not at all. The stadium is empty and there is only the two of us. I would have though this is pretty mild compared to your performance at Nicholls State."

"All right," I interjected. "I get the picture."

The last thing I wanted was to be reminded again of Nicholls State. 

"I don't suppose the locker room is open?" I grimaced.

"No darling. Just drop your clothes down here. I am sure they will be fine. I promise I won't steal your dress, especially as I wouldn't be seen dead in it," Sonja added sarcastically.

Bashfully I turned my back to her, kicked off my sandals, then took hold of the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I was now standing in just my bra and panties. Slowly I turned back to face Sonja. I tried not to be embarrassed, telling myself we were both females. I just prayed no one else would walk into the stadium.

"And the rest," Sonja added nonchalantly. 

What?" I exclaimed.

"We don't want your bra and panties getting all sweaty. You have to wear them home afterwards."

"Well thank you for being so considerate of my wellbeing, but I will keep my underwear on."

"Take them off, now," Sonja demanded.

I closed my eyes and tried to weigh up my options. But all I could think of was those damn shameful photos I had taken of myself. I had to work out a way of getting them back from Uncle Jimmy before the whole town had seen them. I figured getting on the wrong side of Sonja was not the brightest move at the moment.

With a deep sigh of resignation I reached up and unclasped my bra, letting it fall forward and slide down my arms onto the floor. I felt deeply humiliated, but forced myself to grasp the waistband of my knickers and quickly lower them to the floor. When I stood up I was totally naked, Sonja's eyes were roving over my body as if she was evaluating me like something she was thinking of purchasing.

"Right!" She finally clapped her hands. "Let's get underway. We will start with the fitness test."

"No," I groaned.

"Don't be a pathetic slob, Jen. Now here we go. One, squat down and place your hands on the floor. Two, push your legs out behind you. Three, do a push up. Four, pull yourself back to a squat and five, stand up."

I wanted to protest, but as soon as she began counting I quickly followed her instructions.

"Now keep going, Jen. You should be good for at least forty repeats now."

"Forty!" I managed to gasp while throwing my body into the squats. The squats were bad enough when dressed in gym clothing, but far worse when naked. My boobs were bouncing up and down and around, and then got squashed under me when I did a press up. It also felt so degrading to be squatting down and kicking my legs out knowing my buttocks and pussy were so exposed. 

I desperately tried to keep focused on the squats and ignore the display I was putting on. I was half way through the target of forty I was determined to achieve when I became aware of movement behind me. Initially I thought it was Sonja, but then I realised she was standing beside me wearing a wicked grin from ear to ear. Frantically I spun around and screamed in shock and humiliation. My cousin Stan was standing about twenty feet away soaking up the view of the obscene gyrations I was putting my naked body through. 

He had not entered through the doorway to the stadium as I would have noticed, so he must have been sitting up in the stadium seating where the lighting is not turned on therefore I had not noticed him. To my horror I realised he had seen me undressing until I was nude, and then had obviously come down for a closer look when I was doing my fitness test.

I was totally mortified. The thought of any male seeing me totally naked was a nightmare, but made far worse that it had to be one of Uncle Jimmy's boys who were both total creeps. I stood there, frozen in panic. I am sure my brain could not deal with the predicament and just shut down.

"Hello, my little stuck-up cousin" Stan drooled. "I bet you are glad to see I came along to keep an eye on you."

"Of course she is, Stan," Sonja added, fighting to suppress her giggles. "She is so proud to show her body off to you she is not even making an attempt to cover herself up."

With Sonja's comment my brain kicked back into gear, and I realised I was staring wide mouthed at Stan but had not thought to bring my hands up in front of my boobs and pubes to at least make an attempt to salvage some modesty. Frantically my hands snapped up in front of me and my eyes began scanning the stadium for somewhere to flee. But everything in the stadium was locked up, with the only unsecured door leading outside. As desperate as my plight was I was not about to run naked outdoors.

My eyes searched for my clothing, but only my sandals were still lying in the pile where I had discarded everything I was wearing. I realised Sonja must have placed them in the bag she still had slung over her shoulder. 

"Give me my clothes bag, you bitch!" I vehemently protested.

"Are you sure?" Sonja smiled.

"Of course I am fucking sure, you stupid bimbo."

"Well, okay then. If you insist." Sonja opened her bag and began to remove my clothing. "It is just if you put you clothes on then the cheerleading practice is finished, which means Stan and I can go back to his pa's house to have a look at those photos he is keen to show me."

"What photos?" Stan queried.

"Well I haven't seen them, honey. But I believe they may just reveal something of your sweet, innocent little cousin here."

I closed my eyes in shame.

"Still wanting your clothes?" Sonja smirked as she pulled my clothing from her bag. "Here you go. Here is your bra and cute little cotton knickers. I thought only little girls wore them these days."

Sonja was intent on ratcheting up my humiliation, and she was doing a damn good job of it.

"I don't want them," I blurted out, not believing I was turning down the chance to get dressed and get away from the prying eyes of my decrepit cousin and his bitch girlfriend. However it somehow seemed preferable to Sonja and Stan viewing the photos from my camera. I am not sure why, but my brain was hardly functioning logically.

"You don't want them?" Sonja grinned. "Such a slut. Do you want to stay naked and show Stan and I your bouncy boobs and your sweet little pussy?" 

"No!" I responded in outrage at the thought of Stan ogling my body even more than he already had.

"No, what? No you don't want your clothes, or no, you don't want to be naked?"

I was flustered and embarrassed beyond belief. I gulped down some big breaths and tried to think rationally. I was literally between a rock and a hard place. I was so aware of the two sets of eyes riveted on my body. Even though I had one arm over my breasts and the other in front of my pubes it was barely concealing my nakedness.

For a long while I just stood there, my mind in turmoil. There was something very unsettling about having Stan and Sonja staring at my body. It was having an impact on me emotionally in a way I couldn't begin to fathom. I finally made a decision.

"No, I don't want my clothes," I uttered in a whisper.

"What did you say?" Sonja grinned. "Did you hear what she said, Stan?"

"Nah. I heard nothing."

"I said I don't want my clothes back," I repeated louder.

"You mean you want to stay naked?" Stan's eyes lit up at the unexpected pleasure of being able to turn the tables on me.

I looked down at the floor in humiliation and said nothing. But Stan was not about to let me off the hook.

"If you want to stay naked, then you have to ask proper like."

"I don't understand," I mumbled.

"Boy. You sure are dumb. Ask us politely if you can stay in the nude."

I continued to stare at the floor, humiliation flooding over my body. "Please can I stay in the nude?" My voice was barely audible.

"Look me in the eye, and speak proper so we can hear ya." Stan demanded.

Slowly I raised my eyes until I was staring at the tall, rugged frame of my cousin. It is no surprise that people say he is the splitting image of his father, Uncle Jimmy. He must have been a foot taller than me, and his size coupled with my nakedness made me shiver with vulnerability.

I took a deep breath. "Please will you let me stay in the nude?" I repeated as loudly as I could. 

"Of course we will, since you asked so nicely," Stan smirked, and I could hear Sonja chuckling beside me.

I was flushed with shame.

"Put your hands behind your back," Stan added.

"No!" I pleaded. "Please don't make me do that."

I desperately wanted to retain what little dignity I had. 

"Put..your..hands..behind..your..back," Stan repeated slowly but firmly.

I resisted briefly before relenting, slowly letting my arms fall away from my body before I clasped my hands behind my back. Stan was standing no more than two yards in front of me and my fully naked body was now totally revealed to him. I could vividly see Stan's eyes roving from my breasts down to my pussy, then back up to my breasts again.

"You may be a stuck up bitch of a cousin, but your body ain't half bad," Stan was nodding his head in approval.

"Hey babe," Sonja interjected tersely, "Remember I am your hot girlfriend who will do anything for you."

With that Sonja stuck her finger in her mouth erotically and sucked on it. It was a clear and disgusting indication that she was the trash cocksucker I knew she was.

"Yeah, I know that baby. She's nowhere as cute as you. You know you have a body that most girls would die for. And I would know, wouldn't I babe." Stan winked at Sonja.

"I don't you damn forget it." Sonja was trying to look angry but the barely suppressed grin on her face indicated it was all an act.

"I won't baby. It is just that the last person in the world I thought I would see nude is my eighteen year old frigid cousin, and goddamnit I am going to enjoy every minute of it."

I could not believe I was just standing there on display while the two lovebirds were having their verbal exchange. I actually winced when Stan described me as 'frigid'. I wanted to protest but my acid tongue had already got me in enough trouble in recent weeks so I remained silent.

Stan turned his attention back to me, and this time his eyes focused on my pubic triangle. "Don't you know that guys like it when girls shave their pussy? There is nothing like licking a bald pussy. But then I guess you are too much of a stuck up snob to worry what guys think?"

"Of course she's too stuck up," Sonja couldn't resist chiming in. 

I was crestfallen. I should have been angry, but instead I just felt humiliated.

"Open your legs, Jen." Stan quietly commanded.

I looked at him and blinked several times nervously, then slowly shook my head from side to side.

"Open...your...legs, Jen," he repeated slowly.

My heart was pounding so hard I almost thought I would faint. I shuffled my legs open about six inches.

"Wider, Jen." 

I groaned, but incredibly I did as he requested and slid my feet wider apart.

"Holy smoke, that's incredible." Sonja sounded incredulous. "I can't believe she actually did it."

"You like being naked in front of your big cousin Stan, don't you Jen?"

"I most certainly don't," I quickly protested.

"Then why are you nipples so fucking hard?" Stan raised one eyebrow.

I quickly glanced down at my breasts and was mortified to see he was right. My nipples were sticking out and rock hard. I think I blushed from head to toe with shame. Instinctively I brought both of my hands around and cupped my breasts.

"Put your hands behind your back like I told you," Stan commanded.

I felt like a naughty child being scolded by an angry parent. For several moments I held my hands over my boobs in defiance, but then relented and clasped them behind me again.

For what seemed an eternity Stan just stared at me, soaking up the sight of my naked body. He was clearly enjoying himself a great deal and was in no rush to end my ordeal.

"I asked you why your nipples are so hard, Jen?" he finally uttered.

"I don't know," I pouted.

I truly could not comprehend why my body was reacting this way. I was being humiliated by Stan and Sonja. But I could not deny there were other feelings beginning to modulate through my young body. It was exquisite torture standing naked in front of the two of them. I realised I was having the same feelings I had when I revealed myself in front of the mirror. The realisation hit me like a hammer blow. 

"Are you getting excited?" Stan goaded. "Is that your dirty little secret? My little prim and proper, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, cousin actually gets her rocks off being seen naked."

"Oh my god. You are right, Stan" Sonja added excitedly. "My friend, Olivia, is a cheerleader at Nicholls State and when she walked into the locker room after the game your slut of a cousin was sitting there with no panties on and her legs wide open so anyone could see her pussy According to Olivia she looked awfully like she was aroused."

I closed my eyes in shame. "I wasn't," I protested weakly.

Stan ignored my protest. "Is that so? Who would have thought it? My little cousin is a closet exhibitionist. That is so damn unbelievable."

When I opened my eyes again Stan was standing right in front of me, less than a foot away.

"Am I right?" he queried, while staring at me intensely.

"No," I responded feebly, my voice sounding like a croak.

"Really?"

Without warning Stan raised his big mitt of a hand and squeezed my cheeks. Then to my shock he kissed me on my puckered lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I immediately reacted by trying to pull my head away but Stan's hand gripped my firmly.




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 07



"Stan!" Sonja reprimanded her boyfriend. "Stop that. She's your damn cousin."

Stan held me for a while longer then released me so I could pull away. He licked his lips like a cat that has just got the cream.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me," Stan grinned.

I was so shocked I couldn't speak. I shook my head to indicate 'no'.

"I'll bet you are all wet," Stan whispered in my ear, before lightly licking my earlobe.

I looked at him mortified, but again could only shake my head from side to side.

"Stan," Sonja spoke tersely, "We need to get on with our practice as I promised your Daddy I would take her through her cheerleading routine as she is still so pathetic."

I could tell that Sonja did not like the fact that Stan had taken control, and for once I was on her side. But I just continued to stand there, too shocked to move or say anything in protest. I just could not comprehend this was happening to me. My brain was struggling to think clearly.

Stan ignored his girlfriend, and kept his eyes firmly focused on me. "I think you are wet. Your nipples are hard and I bet that little cunt of yours will have juices trickling out. Aren't I right?"

"No," I managed to protest. "Please don't do this, Stan?"

Stan shrugged his shoulders as if he was all innocence. "Do what, cousin?"

"Please don't humiliate me."

"But surely you are humiliating yourself. Stripping off nude in the stadium where anyone could see, then getting all turned on when you realise I am staring at you."

"That's not true," I tried to protest strongly.

"Oh, I think it is, cousin." 

With that Stan stepped even closer to me. His chest was now rubbing against my erect nipples. I could smell garlic and onions on his breath. 

"Open your legs wider, Jen," he whispered into my ear and again sucked my earlobe.

"Stan. Please, no," I whimpered.

"Do it, Jen."

Humiliation flooding over me I shuffled my feet wider. I then felt his hand on my inner thigh. I tried to pull away but he used his other hand to squeeze my left buttock and keep me pressed in place.

Slowly he inched his hand up my inner thigh. My heart was pounding in my chest with what I tried to tell myself was just anxiety, but a deep dark place within me knew it was more complex than that. When his hand got to the top of my thigh he paused.

"What am I going to find, cousin? Do you think I am going to be right?"

I opened my mouth but no noise came out. Finally I managed to squeak, "Please. Don't."

My plea fell on deaf ears. His rough hand slid up between my legs and squeezed my labia. I closed my eyes in shame. I knew he was going to find out just how lubricated I was down there.

Slowly and deliberately Stan pulled his hand back across my vagina, ensuring he pushed his fingers upwards as he did it so that they penetrated the folds of my labia. When he finally withdrew his hand from my inner sanctum he held his fingers in the air in front of my face. Even though my eyes were still closed I was mortified to be able to smell my own juices. 

"Open your eyes, cousin."

Slowly I obeyed. His hand was only inched from my face. His fingers glistened with my juices. Stan's eyes were bright with victory.

"That is disgusting," Sonja said with contempt. "What a slut."

After what seemed an eternity of humiliation Stan let go of my buttock and released me from his grip. As he stepped away he ran his hand down my breast, wiping me with my own juices, ensuring the personal smell of my own arousal would waft up to my nostrils.

"Okay, girls," Stan clapped his hands, "Show time. Let's get this cheerleading done with so we can get some lunch. All this perving at my cousin is making me damn hungry. 

"About time," Sonja snapped, not at all happy about being ignored.

I groaned as the last thing I wanted to do at that moment was practice my cheerleading. I was naked, humiliated, aroused, and totally bewildered. I just wanted to get away and hide somewhere.

All too soon the far-to-familiar lyrics of Cyndi Lauper's 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' began to pound out of the ghetto bluster Sonja had with her. 

When I failed to react Sonja blasted me with a string of foul language that turned the air blue and caused Stan to laugh out loud. Angrily she stopped the music and reset the CD to the beginning.

"Is the little slut ready this time?" she snarled at me.

Meekly I nodded my head. I didn't want Sonja bleating to Uncle Jimmy that I was not prepared to do my practice as I desperately wanted to do a deal with him which meant I would not have to do the cheerleading for all the season's away games.

I tried to clear my head and focus on the music, trying to blank out everything around me. But try as I may I could not forget that I was doing my cheerleading routine totally nude with my cousin only a few feet away. Dancing in a short skirt and a thong is horrendous enough, but it paled into insignificance when doing it naked. Every time I reached in the air and circled my pom poms my breasts would bounce about uncontrollably. When I bent forward I revealed my pussy to either Sonja or Cliff who were on either side of me. Plus to cap it off I was my normal, totally uncoordinated self. I am sure I looked like a naked girl having a very bad drug experience.

Sonja continuously picked out faults in my routine and made me keep repeating it over and over until I was bathed in sweat and ready to collapse. With a final despairing shake of her head she turned off the music.

"Pathetic," she mumbled under her breath, loud enough for me to hear it clearly. "I don't know why I am wasting my time on you."

I couldn't have agreed more, but I was far to out of breath to say anything.

"Oh, I don't know," Stan grinned. "She has a certain potential. There is something eye catching about the way she dances."

"Yeah, right Stan. You only think that because she is flaunting herself naked. Just yesterday you kept telling me she was a stuck up bitch who wouldn't give you the time of day."

"Too true," Stan nodded in agreement. "I am being led along by my dick."

"Aren't all males!" Sonja snapped, grabbing up her possessions. "I'm out of here."

"My clothes!" I screamed. "You have them in your bag."

Sonja reached into her bag and held up my yellow summer dress, but kept walking out the door. 

"If you want it, I will leave it in the carpark. But I thought a slut like you wouldn't need clothes," Sonja chuckled as she disappeared out the side entrance.

"Sonja!" I screamed as I ran to the entrance. "Please. Come back."

Nervously I peered around the corner of the door. Sonja was getting into her car and was still holding my dress in her hand. For a terrifying moment I thought she was going to drive off with it but just as she was reversing out of her park she threw it out of the window so that it landed on a waste bin. With a toot of her horn she waved and drove off.

Frantically I turned back to Stan who couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He was really enjoying watching me panic.

"Stan. You have to go out into the carpark and get my dress. Now!" I practically screamed at him.

Stan just shrugged his shoulders. "No I don't, cousin. If you want your dress then you will just have to go out and fetch it."

"Stan. Don't be a pig all your life," I again screamed. 

To my surprise Stan walked towards me and out the door. He then turned and to my horror I realised he had his car keys in his hand. His eyes roved up and down my body yet again, a stark reminder to me that I was naked.

"Grrrr," Stan growled like a grizzly. "You are one fucking hot cousin."

Despite my anger I blushed.

"However, much as it is a pleasure staring at you I am also dang hungry. So if you want a ride you had better flick off the lights and shut that side door cause I ain't waiting."

"Stan. Don't do this to me," I pleaded to no avail.

Stan kept walking until he got to his car. I kept hoping he would show some decency for once in his life and fetch my dress for me. But I should have known better. He opened his car door and bent to get into the drivers seat. It was then I realised I was right out of options. My dress was about forty yards away, and I had no option other than to streak across the carpark buck naked.

"Wait!" I screamed at Stan as I frantically switched off the stadium lights and slammed the door shut.

It was the longest forty yards of my life. As I ran towards the waste bin where my dress was hanging I noticed there were three youths riding their bikes only a short distance away. Their jaws dropped open in disbelief at the sight of my naked body running towards them. My instinct was to cover myself up but I realised it was too late for modesty now. I just needed to get my dress.

Frenetically I grabbed my dress and managed to drag it over my head. I have never been so relieved in my life to have a dress on. I quickly searched in and around the bin for my panties and bra. I leaned over the bin to peer inside which brought a chorus of whistles and cheers from the three youths on their bikes. To my chagrin I realised I had exposed the bottom of my bare buttocks to them. 

I quickly stood up and decided to abandon the search for my underwear. I strongly suspected Sonja had taken them with her. Dashing the short distance to Stan's car I clambered into the passenger seat and slouched down low as we drove past the gapping youths. When we got to the front entrance to the carpark Stan began hooting with laughter. When I looked up to see what was so hilarious I just about died. Sonja had hung my panties and bra over the entranceway sign.

"Oh, no," I groaned.

Stan stopped the car. "Get them."

"No, leave them," I pleaded.

"I ain't going nowhere until you get them," he responded.

Exasperated I leap out of the car and had to jump up high to pull them off the signage. I realised by doing so I was exposing the bottom of my buttocks and pussy but there was no choice. A passing motorist gave a long toot of his horn in approval.

I could not believe I had been so totally humiliated in so many ways. The drive home was no less of an ordeal. When I had finally retrieved my bra and knickers I clambered back in the car, ensuring I held the hem of my dress down. I briefly debated whether to put my panties on in the car but decided I just desperately wanted to get back to the relative sanctuary of Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley's house. However Stan didn't drive off.

"What are you waiting for?" I snapped impatiently. "I did what you asked. I got my underwear. Please just take me home to your folk's house."

"Not until you pull your skirt up so I can see your pussy."

"Stan!" I hollered. "You prick. Take me home."

Stan shrugged his shoulders. "You can walk if you like."

"You bastard," I muttered.

Realising it was futile to try and argue the point I lifted the hem of my skirt higher up my thighs. 

"Right up so I can see your pussy," Stan insisted.

As degrading as it was, I pulled my skirt right up to my hips so my pubic triangle was totally exposed. With a smile of satisfaction, Stan told me to be sure I kept it like that all the way home. It was the most nerve wracking car trip of my entire life.



The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 08



Recapping the characters:

My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie

My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy

My cousin Dirk

My boyfriend Bobby

Sonja, the bitch cheerleader

*

I could not believe I was sitting in my cousin Stan's car with my dress hiked up around my waist and my pubes on display. I could not comprehend how in a few short weeks I had gone from an 18 year old who was painfully shy of showing any of her body to the situation I was now in. I was still humiliated beyond belief, but somehow I had allowed myself to be lured into situations that seemed inconceivable.

On the journey home we stopped at traffic lights on two occasions and I was terrified someone would glance in as they went by and notice I was naked from the waist down. It was bad enough that Stan kept glancing down at my pussy and I had to plead for him to keep his eyes on the road.

After what seemed an absolute eternity Stan pulled up outside his parent's house to drop me off. In a shot I opened the car door and dashed up the pathway. Stan yelled 'Bye, cousin, I had a great time' but I ignored him. How I wish I was back in my own home but my parents would not be back from their New York holiday for almost two weeks. Until they returned I was stuck living with Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Shirley and their youngest son, Billy. I was at least thankful that Stan was no longer living with his parents. After what happened today I don't think I could even look at him without blushing bright red in total embarrassment.

When I burst in the front door Aunt Shirley called out to me, "Is that you Jen? I have left some lunch on the table for you. Come and sit down."

I desperately wanted to get up to have a shower and change my clothing, but did not want to seem ungrateful to my Aunt Shirley, especially as I had already managed to upset her in the short time I had been her guest.

"Hi Aunt Shirley," I greeted her as I entered the dining room beside the kitchen.

"Hi Jen. How was your cheerleader practice?"

"It was...very tough," was all I could think of saying

"Jimmy tells me you have a real talent for it."

"No I don't," I responded more abruptly than I meant to.

"Oh, I am sure you are only being modest."

If only she knew modesty was certainly the totally wrong word to define how I had behaved today. Just the thought of it made me blush.

"Are you all right Jen?" my Aunt enquired, "You look a little flushed."

"I am fine. Just a little weary. I think I need a shower to freshen up."

"Silly girl, Jen. Did you not notice we don't have a shower? You eat your lunch and I will run you a bath."

'Oh no,' I inwardly lamented to myself. As I went to pick up my fork I realised I was still holding my underwear tightly in my hand. Unfortunately Aunt Shirley also noticed.

"What are holding there, love," my Aunt Shirley enquired.

"Nothing," I tried to respond nonchalantly. 

Aunt Shirley knew better. She stepped closer to me and held out her hand. "If it is nothing then you won't mind showing it to me."

I glanced up at my Aunt with pleading eyes. "It is my bra and panties," I confessed.

Aunt Shirley continued to hold out her hand so I reached up my hand to pass them to her. But before she could take them a hand wrenched them from me. I jumped in fright and turned behind me to see my Uncle Jimmy holding my underwear. I cringed in embarrassment.

"What have we here?" Uncle Jimmy queried. "Is my niece not wearing any underwear?"

I tried to think of a rational explanation but before I could open my mouth Aunt Shirley spoke, "How old are you, Jen?"

"I am 18." I was so embarrassed I looked away and could only stare down at my uneaten lunch. I could not look them in the eye.

"Do you think it is acceptable that an 18 year old walks around in public without her bra and panties on?" Aunt Shirley continued.

This comment caused Uncle Jimmy to chuckle.

"It is not a laughing matter, Jimmy," Aunt Shirley reprimanded. "She wants to be treated like a young woman, but since she has been here her behaviour has been more becoming of a child. No wonder her Ma is at her wits end with her and has to resort to spanking."

With that chilling comment my Aunt disappeared into the kitchen and returned with the wooden spoon. I wanted to plead my innocence, or at least say something in my defence, but I couldn't think of a rational explanation. I certainly didn't want to mention anything of what had happened at the stadium or on the ride home as she would surely question Stan and I hate to think what story he would give his mother.

"Last night you got to spank yourself. Today there will be no such luxury. Now stand up and lean forward, placing your hands on the table."

Sick in the stomach I did as requested, feeling my short summer dress rising up my thighs as I leant forward. As I quickly glanced back I caught a glimpse of my Uncle Jimmy. It was no surprise that he was wearing a smile and had his eyes focused on my buttocks. For the umpteenth time I cringed in humiliation. This was certainly turning into undoubtedly the most humiliating day of my life, which was definitely saying something as my life had been overflowing with humiliation in recent weeks. 

Suddenly Aunt Shirley landed the wooden spoon on my buttocks and I yelped, more out of surprise than pain.

"Aren't you going to spank her on her bare bum?" Uncle Jimmy sounded disappointed. "That is what her Ma does. Remember she says the humiliation is the important deterrent, not the administering of the pain."

I shut my eyes in horror and silently pleaded my Aunt would not relent.

"I am not sure, Jim," my Aunt responded, "Billy is in his bedroom and could come out any moment, plus you are here. I am not sure we should be exposing her bare behind with males around."

Finally a rational thought from my Aunt. However Uncle Jimmy was not one to miss an opportunity, especially when it came to satisfying his voyeuristic proclivity.

"Nonsense. If you want her to learn a lesson then you need to administer the punishment properly. Here, I will hold up the back of her skirt as it will just keep falling down."

Before either Aunt Shirley or I could react my Uncle reached out his big mitt and hoisted the back of my skirt up high, totally exposing my buttocks. I shut my eyes even tighter, trying not to imagine the view I must be presenting to my Uncle and Aunt.

"Are you sure?" my Aunt enquired hesitantly.

"Of course I am. Trust me. I am only thinking of Jen and what is best for her. She needs to learn how to behave good and proper."

I could not believe my Uncle Jimmy would have the gall to make a statement like that. In the past I would have voiced one of the many sarcastic responses that sprung to mind, however this was definitely a situation where I needed to bite my tongue.

"I guess you are right," Aunt Shirley relented.

"Of course I am. Now stick that bum of yours right out, Jen. I don't want Shirl spanking me by mistake."

Chance would be fine thing, I thought. However I obeyed my Uncle and arched my back so my buttocks were pushed further away from the table. I knew full well that his request probably had little to do with me presenting a better target for my Aunt. It only served to give Uncle Jimmy a better view of my tight little anus. Plus I knew the lips of my labia would be partially in view despite the fact I was keeping my legs shut tightly together.

Almost to my relief Aunt Shirley continued her spanking. The pain certainly increased without the protection of a layer of fabric, but I was very thankful it was not my Uncle who was administering the spanking as I am sure it would have been far worse. Even so I was beginning to yelp as the repeated spanks on my tender buttocks were taking their toll.

Suddenly a voice rang out from the hallway. "What's the hell is the racket?"

Aunt Shirley ceased her spanking mid-stroke, and there was a brief moment of silence.

"Fucking hell!" Billy exclaimed, wide-eyed at witnessing me bent over the table, my buttocks exposed courtesy of his father holding my dress up to my waist.

"Billy! Your language. If you cannot behave like an adult then go back to your room."

"Yes Billy," Uncle Jimmy chimed in, although he did not sound sincere. "Your naughty little cousin is getting a spanking because she came home not wearing her bra or knickers. Now you can either behave like an adult and watch and learn, or go to your room."

"Too cool. I mean, of course Ma and Pa, I will absolutely behave like an adult." Billy's response sounded even less sincere than his father's. 

If I could have shut my eyes even tighter I would have. I was mortified that Billy, who was only slightly older than me, was now also soaking up the sight of my intimate exposure.

Thankfully Aunt Shirley continued her spanking. I just wanted it to be over with. However my Aunt's slow and deliberate spanks meant it seemed to drag on for an eternity.

Finally she told me to stand up. Uncle Jimmy seemed hesitant to let go of my raised dress but eventually let it fall back into place.

"Have you learnt a lesson, young lady?" Uncle Jimmy enquired of me.

"Oh yes, Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley," I responded contritely.

I tried not to look at Billy but could not help seeing his grinning mug looking at me from behind his parents.

Aunt Shirley then instructed me to finish eating my lunch while she prepared a bath for me. I winced as I sat down on the chair. The fabric covering the chair felt rough against my tender, inflamed buttocks. Billy and his Dad hung around for a short while then obviously decided the fun was over and disappeared.

Aunt Shirley returned and waited beside me while I finished my lunch. I then let her lead me by the hand into the bathroom. She indicated for me to put my hands above my head and I obliged without protest. Humming quietly to herself she unbuttoned the front of the dress and then grabbed hold of the hem and levered it over my head so I was naked. Gone was her earlier anger.

I should have been humiliated. I should have put up some form of protest. But given the events of the past few days I just accepted it. Yes, it was embarrassing being undressed like a little girl. But I decided there were far worse things in life that could be happening. In a way it was nice having my Aunt fussing over me like this. At least she was not angry with me. She seemed to be enjoying herself, as if I was her girl she never had.

As I turned to step into the bath she noticed how red my buttocks were.

"Oh, dear me. You do look a sight," she sighed. "When you have finished the bath I will rub some oil on you to sooth the pain."

"Thank you, Aunty."

Once I was in the bath I lay back and enjoyed the water enveloping me. I had forgotten how relaxing a bath could be. My Aunt used a cup to pour water over my head and then applied shampoo. It was lovely having her delicate fingers running through my hair as she lathered the shampoo.

When she finally finished washing my hair I stood up in the bath and handed her the soap.

"Will you wash the rest of my body for me?" I requested.

Smiling gently she took the soap and began lathering me from my shoulders downwards. It was funny having her hand running over my boobs, and I felt awkward when she soaped my bottom and between my legs. But I just told myself it was my Aunty, so relax and enjoy it.

After sitting down again she removed all the soap, then held up a big fluffy towel for me to step into. After patting me down to ensure I was dry she gave me a loving peck on the cheek and told me to go to my bedroom and relax as I looked like I needed it. She wasn't wrong. It was only mid afternoon but I felt exhausted.

I lay on the bed, still with only my towel wrapped around me, and promptly dozed off. It had been quite a day.

I was startled awake by the sound of a quick knock on the door, followed by the squeak of the door opening. Still dozy from the sleep I slowly turned to see my Uncle Jimmy standing in the doorway. I glanced at the clock and realised I had been asleep for several hours.

"I must have dozed off," I stupidly stated the obvious.

"You certainly did. Must be all the excitement," he grinned.

I had this horrible thought of just how much he did know about my day. As my head cleared from the sleep I also realised I was lying on the bed with only my towel wrapped around me. From the satisfied smirk on Uncle Jimmy's face I suspected I was revealing more of my body than I would have liked.

I quickly sat up and swivelled my legs over the side of the bed away from my uncle's gaze. He then informed me that he had only popped his head in to tell me that Billy was out with his friends, Aunt Shirley was having a girl's night out, and he was going to the bar shortly for a few drinks with his mates. My Aunt had put a pizza out for my dinner.

"Thanks," I mumbled, pleased I was going to have a quiet night to watch television. Hopefully my boyfriend, Bobby, could come over and join me.

After Uncle Jimmy departed my room I realised that since the two of us were home alone it would be an ideal time to talk to him about the deal he promised he would do with me to enable me to get out of my commitment to be the basketball team's cheerleader for all the away games for the season. I also needed to desperately get my photos back from him.

I quickly stuck my head around the door. "Uncle Jimmy. Can you wait while I get changed as I want to discuss our deal with you."

Uncle Jimmy turned and seemed to ponder my request. "I don't want to waste good drinking time. If you want to talk to me than come into the lounge now and we can have a quick chat."

"I will only take a quick moment to get changed," I smiled, hoping to appease him.

"See you later then." Uncle Jimmy waved over his shoulder as he turned and walked down the hallway.

"Wait! Okay. Let's talk now." I desperately wanted to get these matters resolved as they were hanging over my head like an executioner's axe. 

Uncle Jimmy made a big show of looking at his watch and considering if he had enough of his valuable time to talk to me. 

"If we must," he responded curtly, then turned into the lounge and plonked himself down on his favourite armchair.

I went to sit down on the sofa opposite but realised that with only the towel wrapped around me it would be much too revealing. So I elected to stay upright, even though it felt awkward standing in front of him wearing only the towel.

"So my darling little niece, what are we going to discuss?"

I hesitated, now unsure of what to say first. I decided to get the humiliating matter of my lurid nude photos out of the way first. I took a deep breath.

"Please can I have the photos from my camera back?" I requested as politely as I could.

"Which photos would that be?" he asked innocently.

I knew I should have expected this from my Uncle. "The personal photos I took of my...body," I blushed.

"You want them back?" He acted like he was surprised by my request.

"Yes I do....please." I desperately tried not to lose my temper.

He lent back in his chair and for a long while he pondered my request. Finally he responded.

"Take off your towel and come and sit on my knee and I will look favourably on your request."

My mouth dropped open in shock. "What? You can't make me do that."

"Look Jen, I am not making you do anything. I want to be at the bar with my mates. If you don't want me to be staring at your photos, then take off your towel. If I have seen you naked in person then I hardly have any need of photos. I am not that hard up for thrills, girl."

Only my Uncle Jimmy could come up with logic like that. When I didn't immediately respond he looked at his watch impatiently again.

I took yet another deep breath. I could not believe what I was about to do. Before I had time to contemplate the consequences of what I was doing I whipped the towel away from around my body and let it fall to the floor. I was now standing totally naked in front of my Uncle. I desperately wanted to use my hands to cover myself but forced them to stay by my side.

Uncle Jimmy emitted a low whistle that indicated he liked what he saw of his 18 year old niece. I could feel the red flush of embarrassment flooding across my chest. His eyes roved up and down my body before he used his finger in a circular motion to indicate to me to turn around. I shuffled around so I was facing away from him and he could see my buttocks. I could still feel the tingling tenderness of my earlier spanking and I wondered if my cheeks were still red.

"Now come and sit on my lap."

Slowly I turned back to face him and walked over to where he was seated. Awkwardly I stood beside him. I desperately did not want to sit on his lap, but when he patted his knee with his hand I dutifully sat down. Uncle Jimmy put his hands on my hips and shuffled me around until he was comfortable. He then placed his hand on my thigh as if he was helping me not to fall off. The trouble was his hand was only a couple of inches from the top of my thigh and therefore precariously close to my pussy.

To my horror I then realised I could feel his manhood pressing against my buttocks. I might be a virgin and therefore a sexual novice, but I had no doubt his penis was hard under his trousers. It totally grossed me out and I wanted to get up and run out of that room, but I had endured so much embarrassment to get to this point I did not want to sacrifice the opportunity to get matters sorted.

I gritted my teeth with determination and turned to look at him. Our faces were uncomfortably close.

"Please can I have my photos now, Uncle Jimmy?" I asked demurely.

"Let's talk about the deal first, shall we?" 

I was annoyed at his change of topic but was too desperate to discuss the deal to try and argue the point.

"You promised me you would do a deal to let me off the cheerleading. Please, Uncle Jimmy. I hate it. I just hate it. It is humiliating beyond belief."

"Yes. Your loud mouth did get you into a whole heap of trouble."

"I know, and I am sorry. Truly I am. I have learnt my lesson."

"Somehow I have my doubts about that," Uncle Jimmy seemed to doubt my sincerity. "However I am a man of my word, and I did say I would do you a deal."

I suddenly sat bolt upright in anticipation of his offer, but then realised by doing so I had almost thrust my breasts into his face. Mortified I quickly slouched my shoulders again. Uncle Jimmy chuckled at my discomfort.

"What is the deal, Uncle Jimmy?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, as you know we have an away game this weekend. You have to come along and be our cheerleader...."

"But, Uncle Jimmy," I interjected, "I don't want to ever be a cheerleader again."

"Let me finish!" Uncle Jimmy pinched my buttock to reinforce his displeasure at my interruption.

"Ouch."

"As I was saying. You have to be our cheerleader this weekend, however if we win then you are off the hook for the rest of the season."

My heart sank. It didn't seem to be all that attractive to me. 

"And if you lose?" I asked tentatively, fearful of what his response will be.

"Jen. You really have no faith in your team, even though your brother and three of your cousins are playing, plus they have a champion coach in me."

I wanted to tell him that was the reason I had little faith in them, but I bit my tongue. 

"Please reconsider?" I pleaded.

"Jen. It is a very fair offer. You can't stay here this weekend anyway as your Aunt Shirley is away and Billy and I will be travelling to the game Saturday morning and coming back Sunday."

"We are staying overnight?" I whined.

"It is too far to travel in one day. Now, enough of your grizzling. Do we have a deal or do we not have a deal?"




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 08



"Yes," I pouted, realising if I argued the point he was just as likely to withdraw his offer. "Now can I please have my photos back?" 

Uncle Jimmy grinned sheepishly. "Well, I have a slight confession to make on that."

"Uncle Jimmy!" I responded sharply.

He continued to grin. "You see, actually, I don't have the photos and have never seen them."

Angrily I jumped up off his lap and glared at him in disbelief. "I don't believe you."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Well it is actually true. It was your Aunt Shirley who discovered your photos on your camera and deleted them before anyone else could see them. I saw the shocked look on her face at the time and she told me she had deleted some intimate photos of yours. So you see I was just playing a little joke with you."

"A joke!" I screamed in disbelief. I had degraded myself by sitting naked on his lap and he is claiming he hasn't even seen the photos.

Full of righteous indignation I scooped up my towel and stormed out of the lounge and into the bedroom. However the fact that the bedroom I was using while staying with my Uncle belonged to Stan only served to continue my ridicule. Stan had a couple of enlarged photos of himself hung on his walls and wherever I looked he seemed to be staring at my still naked body. Quickly I dressed myself and it felt good to be fully clothed. It had never felt so good to be wearing underwear again.

As soon as I heard my Uncle Jimmy heading out for a drink with his mates I phoned my boyfriend, Bobby, and got him to come around and pick me up. Initially I had intended to stay in with him but now I just felt I had to get out of that house.

Bobby took me out for a soda and could tell I was uptight over something but I just kept brushing him off. How do you possibly even begin to explain that you had danced naked for your cousin and he fingered your pussy, then to aggravate the situation you sit naked on the lap of your horny Uncle. Whenever I thought of it I blushed and shook my head in disbelief. 'Please God. Let it be a nightmare and I will soon wake up.'

Bobby was frustrated by my lack of communication so it was not the greatest evening and he dropped me back at the house early. I had just eaten the pizza my Aunt Shirley had left out for me when she arrived home from her girls evening. After many minutes of small talk I finally plucked up the courage to ask my Aunt about the photos.

To be honest I thought my Uncle Jimmy was lying through his teeth, and he did in fact have my photos but did not want to give them back to me. I was wrong. Aunt Shirley confirmed she found the photos on the camera she had borrowed from my family and had immediately deleted them. I was both relieved and embarrassed. I apologised to my Aunt, but too my surprise she seemed neither shocked nor angry.

"Don't worry, Jen," she tried to reassure me. "We were all teenagers once, and with that comes a natural curiosity in our own bodies. It is much preferable that you take photos of yourself in the privacy of your own bedroom than go out flaunting yourself to males who have only one thing on their mind."

"Thank you Aunt Shirley." I tried to smile confidently as if I fully agreed with her, but deep down I felt sick knowing how I had behaved in front of her own husband and eldest son.

For the whole of the next week the relationship between myself and Uncle Jimmy was frosty with me trying to avoid him as much as I could. I could not believe how he had conned me into undressing and sitting on his lap. It made me so angry every time I thought about it.

He told me to attend cheerleading practice with Sonja during the week but I flatly refused. When I threatened to make a scene in front of my Aunt he backed off, saying he didn't care if I made a fool of myself in the game against Layola University on Saturday. I tersely told him I would no doubt be making a fool of myself anyway, and one additional practice was not going to make one bit of difference.

By the time it got to Friday night I was a bag of nerves, dreading having to travel away with the team and repeat my cheerleading routine yet again. I twisted and turned all night, and to make matters worse we had to be out of bed by 5.30am to meet the bus taking us to the game in New Orleans.

Still half asleep I scrambled onto the bus with my overnight gear. I had asked Uncle Jimmy to give me my cheerleading uniform but he told me he couldn't trust me with it. He was damn right with that. I would more than likely have thrown it out of the window of the bus. As I walked past Stan he gave me a salacious grin and patted the spare seat beside him. I gave him my killer stare and walked past, but then to my annoyance I realised it was the only spare seat on the bus. My brother, Jethro, was sitting with cousin Dirk. I tapped Jethro on the shoulder and asked whether they would change seats, but they had no interest in sitting beside Stan. 

Angrily I made my way back to the spare seat and plonked myself down. I looked away from Stan to try and give him a clear message that I had no interest in communicating with him. For the first part of the journey he took the hint, but then he couldn't resist himself.

"I had a great time last Saturday," he whispered into my ear.

I totally ignored him.

"You looked so damn hot naked."

He actually had the gall to briefly lick my ear.

"Shut the fuck up!" I responded, fighting to keep my voice down so I could not be overheard. "And keep your filthy tongue to yourself."

"I cannot believe how wet you were," he continued undaunted. "I think I can still smell your juices on my finger." Slowly he ran his fingers under his nose.

I couldn't take anymore. I stormed down the aisle of the bus to where Jethro and Dirk were seated. I grabbed Dirk by the shoulder and virtually pulled him out of his seat.

"If you don't change seats with me right now there is going to be a murder on this bus."

Dirk could see I was upset and graciously gave up his seat. At least the rest of the trip to New Orleans was completed in relative peace, especially as a dozed off to sleep.

I awoke to the noise of the basketball team excitedly disembarking from the bus. We were parked outside the hotel we were staying the night after the game. It was only three blocks from the stadium. The plan was to book into our rooms before the game rather than trying to organise it afterwards. Uncle Jimmy was busy distributing the keys, and it became clear there were two people allocated to each room. 

"Who am I sharing a room with?" I pointedly asked my Uncle.

He made a show of scanning his list of names. "Well, dang it. Looks like you are sharing a room with me."

My mouth dropped open. "No way."

However before I could protest any further he grabbed my overnight bag along with his and proceeded through the front entrance. I stood my ground but when I looked around I realised I was the only one left standing on the sidewalk and even the bus was pulling away. Groaning with despair I had no choice other than to hastily follow my Uncle through the entrance and up the stairs. I was somewhat relieved when I saw our room did at least have two single beds. Even so I cringed at the thought of having to share a room with my Uncle.

We still had a couple of hours to kill before we needed to walk to the stadium so I decided to freshen up by taking a shower, then doing a little sightseeing of beautiful New Orleans. I ensured I locked the door of the bathroom before stripping off and enjoying a very relaxing shower. However when I went to exit the shower I realised to my horror that the towels were not in the bathroom. It was then I remembered seeing them folded on the end of my bed.

I knocked on the bathroom door and asked Uncle Jimmy to fetch my towel, but after repeated requests I got no response. When I opened the door and took a peek I realised he was on the phone and had his back to me. After debating what to do I decided to make a dash, grab my towel and return to the bathroom, hopefully all before my Uncle turned around. 

I should have known better. I had no sooner stepped out of the bathroom when Uncle Jimmy finished his phone call and turned around. I froze like a deer in the headlights, unsure whether to continue or retreat.

"Well. What an unexpected pleasure. My darling little niece has decided she wants to show off her assets to her admiring Uncle."

"I haven't got a towel," I mumbled like an idiot, pointing to where they were folded on the bed.

"Really?" my Uncle raised his eyebrow as if sceptical of my response. All the time his eyes roved over my body. 

I could not believe I was just standing there, not even thinking to cover myself up. I was dumbfounded at how all my commonsense and total sanity seemed to go out the window whenever my naked body was on display to others. Was I some sort of perverted exhibitionist, just like Sonja had inferred? Blocking out these thoughts I forced my mind to start functioning rationally again.

Quickly I walked to the bed and picked up a towel and wrapped it around myself. Uncle Jimmy threw the plastic bag containing my cheerleader uniform down on the bed beside where I was standing.

"Here, you might as well put this on now, and then wear your coat over the top. It will save you getting changed at the stadium."

I had to admit it was very tempting as I did not relish the thought of having to get undressed in the opposing cheerleaders' locker room, especially given my experience last time at Nicholls State. Picking up the bag I began to retreat to the bathroom. 

"Come on Jen. Don't be an idiot. Haven't I seen you naked enough times in recent days for you to stop being so damn bashful?"

I spun around and stared at him dumbfounded. Only a voyeuristic, perverse male could arrive at that logic. However I was beyond wanting to argue the point with him. All week I had just been telling myself I just needed to get through this weekend somehow and hope by some miracle our team wins its game. 

With a show of petulance I flicked the towel onto the floor and emptied the contents of the bag containing the cheerleader uniform on the bed. It seemed even smaller than I remembered. Ignoring my Uncle's blatant staring I pulled on the thong that barely covered my pubes and left my buttocks exposed. I then pulled on the bra-type top and fastened the skirt around my waist.

My Uncle smirked and when I glanced in the mirror I saw why. I had fastened the skirt so far up my waist that the crotch of my thong and the bottom of my buttocks were still exposed. I had to loosen off the skirt and fiddle around with it until I at least looked partially decent.

I wanted to put my coat on right away but Uncle Jimmy insisted I wait until they were ready to leave otherwise I would get too hot. Again I didn't want to argue the point so I wore just my cheerleader uniform for the next hour. It was not as bad as being naked, but it was still embarrassing knowing that each time I bent over slightly my bare buttocks were exposed to my Uncle's eyes. He even had me running chores for him like making coffee or fetching him a soda. 

To get the soda I had to go to the vending machine down the hallway. I peeked out the door to ensure no one was around and then walked quickly to fetch the soda. As I bent to pick up the soda from the bottom of the vending machine I heard a door close. I quickly stood bolt upright and turned around to see an elderly couple walking towards me.

"Disgusting little tramp," the woman muttered to her husband as they walked past me. Her husband grunted in agreement, but as he walked past he gave me a sly little wink.

Quickly I scuttled back to the hotel room and gave Uncle Jimmy his soda. I know it was dumb of me to run around after him like some servant girl, but I kept telling myself it was preferable to having a major confrontation with him. 

Finally it was time to leave for the stadium so I put on my coat and sneakers and joined all the boys outside for the walk to the stadium. Up until now I had done a good job keeping the nerves at bay, but now the butterflies began to flutter in my stomach.

At the stadium I watched nervously as the teams warmed up and then gaped in awe as the Loyola cheerleaders went through their routines. They were amazing, which made me dread half time even more as that is when I was scheduled to do my cheerleading in front of the loyal band of fans that had travelled to watch our team play.

As the game was about to start I took my position down on the coaches' bench. The first half flew by in a whirl. As usual our team had not played well and were 15 points down at the half time break. 

The Assistant Coach prodded me with his elbow. "Come on Princess. You are on. Time to trust your stuff. And don't forget to distract those innocent Loyola boys."

I groaned in anxiety. "I don't want to make a fool of myself again, Coach."

But before he could respond I heard the first few beats blasting out the speakers of Cyndi Lauper and 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'. Desperately I wrenched off my coat and raced across the stadium floor to where our supporters were seated. Like a drunken giraffe I threw myself into my routine but only succeeded in tripping myself up and sprawling on the stadium floor. Briefly I lay there stunned, then pulled myself to my feet and picked up my pom poms. Frantically I tried to get myself back in sync with the song but I couldn't think what I should be doing so I just threw my body around in a series of uncoordinated moves, hoping desperately that no one would notice how bad I was.

It was then that I realised the whole stadium was erupting in a chorus of laughter, whistles and clapping. I thought the noise was in reaction to the Loyola cheerleaders, but as I glanced briefly up at the spectators in the packed stadium I realised all the attention was directed at me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Uncle Jimmy pick up something off the stadium floor and put it in his sweat shirt pocket. 

In a moment of sheer horror I realised what it was. I quickly glanced down to confirm my worse fears. When I had tripped myself up and sprawled on the floor I had lost my skirt. It was so skimpy I had not noticed. I was now dancing in front of a few thousand spectators wearing only my thong panties that hid almost nothing. The chorus of approval, no doubt coming mainly from the males in the audience, just kept on coming. 

A part of me wanted to shrivel up and die with humiliation. But another part of my psyche willed me to keep dancing. I knew I was being sinful displaying myself in this way but I made myself continue. I noticed the Loyola boys were returning from their locker room so I deliberately danced over towards them. Their mouths dropped open when they noticed the semi-nude cheerleader dancing in front of them.

I have to shamefully admit that I was even brazen enough to bend over at the waist so that my bare buttocks were pointed right at them. I also knew the crotch of my thong was not hiding much else of me. 

Cyndi Lauper finally finished pounding out her song and I trotted back to the coaches' bench, the noise of the spectators still ringing out around the stadium and did not die down until I was seated. 

As the second half started I slumped forward on the bench, exhausted, embarrassed and exhilarated. Hell, I had so many emotions swirling around I didn't know what I was feeling. When my eyes focused on the crotch of my panties I realised there was another emotion I need to add to that list. I was aroused! There was no mistaking the very distinctive round wet spot. I groaned when I realised my brazen display of bending at the waist in front of the Loyola team would have given them full view of my dampness.  

For the rest of the game I sat there in only my thong and bra top. Uncle Jimmy was on the sideline coaching the team and still had my skirt thrust in his pocket. Needless to say I kept my legs firmly clamped together. I wasn't really focusing on the game until I realised the Assistant Coach beside me was getting very animated. I glanced up at the scoreboard and noticed we were only 2 behind. Suddenly I was very interested in the game and began yelling encouragement like I never had before. 

Incredibly our team sunk a 3 pointer from well out with less than ten seconds to go to win the match. Forgetting I wasn't wearing a skirt, I jumped up from the bench and danced for joy with the rest of the team. I was finally free of my Uncle's shackles.

When the commotion died down Uncle Jimmy gave me back my skirt and I put it on before we left the stadium. However I walked all the way back to the hotel without putting my coat on. As you could image I got a lot of stares from people passing by which was embarrassing and I knew I was being naughty.

Following quick showers we all went out for a meal together. Incredibly I was quite the little celebrity with the team, and I have to be honest and admit I lapped up the attention. The boys were convinced that my cheerleading routine definitely distracted the opposition and was a key reason for their two narrow wins. 

My whole life had been turned on its head in the past weeks since I lost my original bet with Uncle Jimmy and ended up being their cheerleader. I was no longer sure what to make of all the emotional experiences that I was being bombarded with. But at that moment I was enjoying being the centre of attention.

After dinner Uncle Jimmy purchased some beers and we all returned to mine and Uncle Jimmy's hotel room to continue our celebrations. The room was crowded with a dozen boys, Uncle Jimmy and I. Everyone was in high spirits. I even downed a couple of beers which is very unusual for me as I don't normally drink alcohol.

When my cousin, Billy, went into the bathroom to use the toilet he noticed I had rinsed out my cheerleaders uniform and hung it over the towel rail to dry.

When he came out he said it would be a great idea if I put my cheerleaders uniform on again and gave them all a special dance.

"Not damn likely," I quickly retorted. "My cheerleading days are well over."

"Aw come on, Jen. One last time," one of the other boys requested and soon the whole room had joined in expressing the same sentiment. 

"No way!" I added.

But as the boys persisted it wore my resistance down. For some dumb reason I wanted to please them even though I knew deep down it was not a smart thing to do and I would surely end up being humiliated.

Despite this, commonsense went out the window and the room erupted in a chorus of cheering as I went into the bathroom to get changed. Nervously I donned the skimpy outfit one last time and exited the bathroom. Conversation ceased and all eyes were on me. Someone had fetched a ghetto blaster and soon the far too familiar voice of Cyndi Lauper pounded out.

Awkwardly I tried to do my dance routine but the room was awfully cramped and I had little room to move around. I felt so self conscious with everyone being so close to me. I was bumping up against people's knees.

"It looks much better without your skirt on," Uncle Jimmy smirked.

All the boys cheered in agreement. Like a fool I just stood there, unsure of how to react. Stan was sitting on one of beds right in front of me.

"Come here," he beckoned me with his finger.

The room went quiet. I hesitated as I knew he was intent on degrading me, but when he continued to beckon me I found myself shuffling over until I was standing in front of him. With no consideration of how I felt Stan just reached out and unfastened my skirt and pulled it away from me.

Brazenly he then spanked my bare buttock. "Now dance."

Someone restarted Cyndi Lauper again. Awkwardly I tried to focus on my dancing again. I felt so demeaned, dancing in only my bra top and thong, in my hotel room, in front of Uncle Jimmy and a room fall of boys that included my own brother.




The Humiliation Of Jen Ch. 08



Somehow I managed to keep going until the song finally faded away. I stood there, breathless, awkward, and unsure what to do. Why was it that when I got in these humiliating situations that I struggled to think with a clear head?

"Get some more beers from the refrigerator for the boys," Uncle Jimmy requested of me. 

Almost thankful of something to do I fetched more beers for the boys and handed them around. As I passed the bottles to each of the boys I had to step over legs and bodies. It was almost as if they were making it as awkward as possible for me. A couple of boys even deliberately moved so they rubbed up against my exposed buttocks. By the time I had completed the task I was blushing bright red.

I grabbed myself a beer and went to sit down on a spare corner of my bed but Uncle Jimmy beckoned me over in the same manner as his son had.

"I want you to give the boys a bit more of a treat." He spoke quietly but the room had gone dead quiet again so everyone could overhear what he said.

I frown. "What do you mean?" I asked apprehensively.

Uncle Jimmy's response was to take my bottle of beer from me and hand it to Billy who was seated beside him with a huge grin on his face. 

"Put your hands in the air?" Uncle Jimmy requested.

Without thinking why, I lifted my arms above my head. Before I could even think of reacting Uncle Jimmy gripped hold of the bra top of the cheerleader's uniform and removed it straight over my head.

Like an idiot I just stood there dumbfounded, my arms raised above my head and my breasts fully exposed. It was not until the room erupted into cheers that I was spurned to action, letting out a scream, lowering my arms and covering my breasts. 

Cyndi Lauper again starting to blast out of the ghetto blaster. I just stood there, unable to move.

"Dance, dance, dance!" the boys began chanting. 

I was mortified. I looked over at my brother, Jethro, thinking he would be horrified at what was happening to his little sister. To my utter shock he was chanting along with the other boys.

I knew the commonsense thing to do would be to retreat to the safety of the bathroom and change back into the dress I had been wearing before I stupidly changed into the cheerleader uniform. But the boys kept chanting, and Cyndi Lauper was telling me that girls just wanna do it. Somehow I don't think she was meaning that girls just wanna dance almost naked in a room full of boys plus one lecherous Uncle. But that is what I did!

Slowly lowering my hands I let my full breasts bounce free. To my dismay my nipples were as hard as diamonds. Forcing myself to ignore the total humiliation I began to strut my stuff again. The boys cheered loudly as my breasts cascaded up and down to the rhythm of my movement. I was so embarrassed I had my eyes closed, which was a bad mistake as I tripped over someone's feet and sprawled straight over Billy's lap. He roared with laughter and clearly thought all his birthday's had come at once. I desperately tried to stand up but he held me there and spanked my bottom hard half a dozen times before letting me up. 

Shocked I rubbed my buttocks. I could not believe he had the gall to do that to me. But I should not have been surprised. He is after all the son of my Uncle Jimmy.

Cyndi Lauper was still playing so I continued dancing again, but this time I forced myself to keep my eyes open. After what seemed an eternity the dreaded song finally finished. I quickly scooped up my bra top and skirt and clasping them in front of my breasts I turned towards the bathroom. However I had only taken one step when Uncle Jimmy extended his leg out straight, halting my progress.

"Where are you disappearing to, Jen?" my Uncle enquired.

I turned to look at him. "I am done," I responded breathlessly. "Don't you think I have been humiliated enough?"

"There is one more task left, my darling niece, then you are home free. Your cheerleader days are all done."

"I am not dancing naked!" I quickly snapped back.

"No. You won't be dancing, as entertaining as it is."

There were groans of disapproval from the room full of boys. Relief briefly flooded over me, but I was rightfully suspicious of my Uncle Jimmy. 

Uncle Jimmy reached up and tried to take my bra top and skirt from me. I resisted but with a swift jerk he prised them free. I kept my arms in front of my breasts.

"Put your arms down by your side," Uncle Jimmy requested.

I didn't move but when he asked a second time I slowly let my arms fall to my side. My erect nipples sprung forward.

Uncle Jimmy then reached out and gripped the waistband of my thong panties. I immediately reacted by grabbing hold of the waistband myself.

"What are you doing?' I asked indignantly. "You said I would not have to be naked."

"No, Jen," my Uncle corrected me. "I said you would not have to dance naked. I didn't say you would not have to be naked."

There were murmurings of approval from the boys. I am sure this was exceeding even their wildest wet dreams.

"Now let go of your panties," Uncle Jimmy demanded.

"I don't want to be naked," I pouted.

"Let go of your panties," Uncle Jimmy insisted, undeterred by my comment.

"No!" I resisted stubbornly.

"Jen! Remove your hands now and put them by your side."

The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. I glanced around the room at the expectant faces of all the boys. I felt so utterly humiliated to have all eyes riveted on me.

With a sigh of resignation I forced my fingers to ungrip my panty waistband, but my hands still rested on the side of my panties so I could quickly grab them again.

"Down by your side, Jen," my Uncle insisted.

With my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought I would faint, I slowly lowered my hands so they rested by my side.

"Good girl," Uncle Jimmy smiled.

With excruciating slowness he began to lower my panties, ensuring I was feeling every single moment of humiliation. As he lowered them over my hips my pubic hair sprung into view. The boys that were in front of me groaned with pleasure. A couple of them even readjusted their legs in an obvious sign their penises were erect and uncomfortable. I am sure I have never blushed so much in my life.

My panties continued their slow descent down my thighs then over my calves until they fell to my ankles. Uncle Jimmy tapped my leg to indicate to me to lift it so he could remove them totally. Once free he lifted the panties up and held them in front of him.

"Tut, tut," he clicked his tongue. "Who has been a naughty girl?"

He held the panties higher where everyone could see them and then stretched the crotch wide. I huge wet spot was clearly evident. I hung my head in shame. The boys murmured excitedly amongst themselves. I am sure they were awestruck by my shameful behaviour. 

"Right, Jen. One last task to keep the boys happy."

I could not bring myself to look at my Uncle and continued to stare at my feet. 

"I want you to go around to every boy in the room, get over their lap, and allow them to spank you. And make sure you keep your legs open so they can get a good look at that pretty pussy of yours. From the amount of juices in your panties I am sure your lips will be like a Southern rose in full bloom."

Uncle Jimmy's request was met with wild cheers of approval. Several boys excitedly requested to be first. 

I was sure I was going to die with humiliation. The worse part was that I knew Uncle Jimmy's last comment was true. For some totally perverse reason that I could not even begin to understand I was so aroused I could actually feel some of my juices beginning to trickle down my inner thigh. And even worse every boy in the room would see it when I bent over their lap. 

I was so overcome with emotion I couldn't move, but then I felt someone prodding me forward and the next second a hand was reaching up and pulling me down onto their lap. I flopped over helplessly. I yelped, more in surprise than pain, as a series of spanks rained down on my helpless buttocks.

Before I knew it I was rolled off one lap and onto the next.

"I hope you have got those legs open, Jen," asked Uncle Jimmy.

They weren't so I forced my legs apart.

"Oh my god. Look at all her sticky juices," the boy exclaimed excitedly.

All the boys scrambled over each other to take a look.

"Fuck me! That is unbelievable," one of them exclaimed.

From then on every boy made a big deal of ensuring I had my legs open when I draped my naked body over their lap. Several brazenly ran their fingers through my juices, even brushing against my swollen labia which sent jolts of electricity through my body. 

I felt even worse when I had to drape over the knee of my cousin, Dirk. I had hoped he would wave me by, but his strong hand pulled me down over his lap and he even ensured I had my legs open.

When he finally let me up I realised I was staring at my brother, Jethro, who was positioned next. I pleaded with my eyes for him not to make his own sister endure the humiliation of being naked over her brother's lap. Jethro hesitated in a moment of indecision, but the other boys egged him on. Jethro then grabbed me aggressively and pulled me over his lap. The spanking he administered was worse than any of the other boys and when he finally let me go I had a tear rolling down my cheek. 

The final boy was Stan, who was seated beside his Dad. He gave me a wicked sneer that was so reminiscent of Uncle Jimmy that it made me shudder. Stan patted his knee and I helplessly draped myself over his lap.

"Open wider, little cousin," Stan requested.

I opened my legs wider.

"Wider," he persisted.

I obeyed, despite the immense humiliation. My legs were now at least three feet apart. Stan then took his time spanking me, alternating between each of my now tender buttocks. I thought he was finally finished when I felt his hand rest on my inner thigh, then slowly move upwards towards my vagina.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I am going to finish off what I started last weekend."

"Please don't!" I quietly pleaded.

Stan ignored my plea and his fingers brushed against my sensitive labia. I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. I could hear all the other boys moving closer to get a better view. They could sense something intense was going to happen. Desperately I tried to close my legs but Stan forced me to open them wide again. His thumb then slowly encircled my clit. I had never been touched like that before in my life and the pleasurable sensation totally took my breath away. I began gasping.

At that point Stan slid at least three fingers into my well lubricated vagina and it felt as if I had been swept away by a tidal wave of pure pleasure. I could hear myself screaming as I arched my back and experienced the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my 18 years.

I was vaguely aware of sliding off Stan's lap and a couple of people helping me onto my bed. When I opened my eyes awhile later the room was empty apart from my Uncle Jimmy. I was still lying there naked. No one had made any attempt to cover me. 

Uncle Jimmy looked over at me, grinning. "You sure you want to give up your cheerleading?"

"I might reconsider," I responded drowsily. 

THE END