Jessica watched her bra slide across the dashboard as the car rounded a bend in the highway. She blushed anew, unable to believe that Nick would just place it up there in front of the windshield for all the world to see. Having such a private object taken out of her control and then displayed in such a public way felt deeply violating.
Once they got to the cabin she’d feel less vulnerable, Jessica told herself. She’d be reunited with the rest of the pledges, be less the sole object of humiliation. And whatever embarrassing rituals the Theta initiation had in store, Jessica was sure that Eliza and the other older girls would keep things under control.
Here in this car, though, driving further and further out into the middle of nowhere, alone with Shannon and Nick and his two leering henchmen, Jessica had never felt so helpless. How far could things go? Nick had threatened to pull her pants down and spank her naked bottom. Would he really do that? Would Jessica let him? It was unimaginable, but what choice would she have?
Jessica could still feel the sting on her ass from the paddling she had received. For the last hour, she had kept her eyes down, hoping to be ignored, and, for the most part, it had worked. She could still sense the pervy stares of Dylan and Matt on her large boobs, which still hung braless inside her damaged blouse and bounced around freely whenever the car hit a bump. But Nick kept his eyes mostly on the empty landscape passing by his window.
When Nick instructed Shannon to stop at the truck stop up ahead, Jessica was grateful. She had needed to pee for a while now but hadn’t wanted to draw any attention to herself by mentioning it. Shannon pulled off at the highway exit that Nick indicated and drove up to one of the eight gas pumps that fronted the truck stop’s modestly-sized convenience store. J.T.’s PIT STOP it said in white block letters over the door.
“I need to use the bathroom,” Jessica said to no one in particular as Shannon shut the Volvo’s engine off, and Matt rolled out of the car to man the pump. She was about to slide over the seat that Matt had vacated when Nick turned around to look at her.
“Well, then you’d better ask permission, hadn’t you?” he said.
“Can I go use the bathroom?” Jessica mumbled.
“’May I,’” Nick corrected.
“And address him as ‘Sir,’” Shannon added, rummaging through her purse, “where’s your god damn respect?”
Jessica took a deep breath.
“May I go use the bathroom . . . Sir?”
“Go ahead, Jess,” Nick said, grinning, “wouldn’t want you to piss yourself.”
Before exiting the car, Jessica looked down at her blouse. It was a trashy sight. Her nipples stuck out visibly against the thin material, and, with the missing button, she was displaying a provocative amount of cleavage. She considered asking Nick for her bra back, but, realizing that she would have to change in front of everyone and knowing it was probably futile anyway, she decided she would just have to enter the store braless.
The parking lot that wrapped around the convenience store was empty but for a single blue pickup truck, and Jessica did a doubletake as she passed it on her way inside. She remembered the similar vehicle that she had seen drive by from her position bent over the hood of the Volvo. Could it be the same one?
Her fears were confirmed the moment she stepped inside the convenience store. Standing in front of the register, counting out change, was a heavyset man in his early thirties. Jessica recognized him immediately. He had driven by while Nick was paddling Jessica’s ass by the side of the road and had made brief eye contact with her while she was enduring her degrading punishment. When Jessica walked through the door, he looked up and his eyes widened.
Jessica stopped in her tracks. She wanted to run from the store.
The cashier must have noticed her distress. “Help you with something, Miss?” he said.
The cashier was in his early twenties and sporting a scraggly blonde goatee and a black NASCAR cap. His eyes drifted down to Jessica’s boobs, which threatened to spill out of her damaged blouse at any time. Jessica blushed under the stares of the two men.
“Um . . . bathroom?” she asked.
“Right back that way,” said the cashier.
Jessica hurried off in the direction the cashier had indicated, trying to ignore the stares that followed her every step of the way.
The bathroom was not as clean as she might have liked, but It provided the relief Jessica sought. She emerged a few minutes later, hoping the man from the blue pickup would be gone and preparing to blow past the cashier as quickly as possible. Instead, Jessica saw to her consternation that Nick had entered the store and was leaning on the counter, conversing with both the cashier and the portly pickup driver.
When they saw Jessica, their conversation stopped abruptly.
“Hey, Jess. You have a good pee?” Nick called out. “Listen, Shannon’s pulling the car around. Why don’t you join the others around the back of the store. I was thinking we’d do a quick photo shoot before we leave. I’ll be out in a second.”
Jessica didn’t like the sound of this at all.
“I was just telling these guys about your modeling , and James here says it’s no problem if we want to snap a few pictures around back. Right, James?”
The cashier shook his head and said that would be no problem at all.
Not knowing what else to say, Jessica silently brushed past the three men and exited the store. The car had indeed moved. Jessica walked around to the back of the truck stop, her heart pounding as she wondered what might be in store.
Next to a large propane tank, Jessica found Dylan and Matt sitting on a pair of picnic tables, decrepit metal and plastic models that had presumably been set up out back to give travelers a place to eat their slim jims in leisure before continuing on their journeys. The two frat boys were fiddling with the setting on their cameras. Shannon leaned against the car several dozen feet away, indulging in another cigarette at a safe distance from the propane tank.
Jessica had a sickening feeling in her stomach, thinking about the “photo shoot” that Nick had mentioned. She was certain that she was about to be forced to expose her breasts again, to allow these boys to take pictures of her flashing her naked boobs against the backdrop of this filthy truck stop.
But what difference did it make, she tried to tell herself. They already had plenty of compromising photos of her. What were a few more? And if she didn’t cooperate . . . No, best not to think about that.
“Good news, gang,” Nick announced himself as he came around the corner.
Jessica turned. A torrent of anxiety flooded through her system. Nick was not alone. Following along self-consciously at his heels were the truck stop cashier and the man with the blue pickup.
“I talked James here into comping our gas if we’d let him sit in on Jessica’s photo shoot,” Nick continued. “Oh, and this is Randal. I didn’t want him to feel left out.”
“Hey, y’all,” said Randal softly, with a cautious look around.
“Now Jessica here had some trouble following instructions earlier this morning. But she’s catching on quick. You’re going follow instructions perfectly for this photo shoot. Right, Jess?”
Jessica looked from Nick to the boys on the picnic tables to the two strangers, and she tried to swallow the knot that had crept its way up her throat.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Yes what?” Nick corrected her.
For a moment, Jessica didn’t know what he was getting at, but then she corrected herself hurriedly.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Tell these guys what will happen if you’re disobedient or disrespectful,” Nick prodded.
Jessica cast her eyes downward and shook her head silently, as if trying to shake loose a cloud of shame.
“A sp—. . . a s-spanking,” she managed to choke out.
James and Randal gave each other a look of disbelief. Randal began to grin.
“That’s right. A bare bottom spanking. Right in front of everyone. So you’re going to cooperate and strike the poses I tell you, aren’t you?”
“Alright. Let’s get started. Dylan, grab the SLR. Matt, you’re on video. Jessica, I want you against this wall here.”
Jessica backed up against the white concrete wall that Nick had indicated. Matt had fired up one of the camcorders and was panning up and down her body. Dylan immediately began snapping photos. The two men from the truck stop watched from behind them in fascination, and even Shannon rejoined the group to regard Jessica with a cross-armed sneer. They surrounded Jessica in a crude semi-circle, pinning her to the wall with their gazes.
Nick began directing her like a fashion photographer, telling her to adopt poses, which Dylan would then capture on film. Hands on your hips. No, sassier. Ok, now purse your lips. Blow a kiss to the camera. Now, turn around.
Her reactions were awkward and hesitant at first, but Jessica tried her best to comply.
Put your palms flat against the wall. Look back over your shoulder. Smile.
“Smile, Jess!” Nick insisted.
This direction was perhaps the hardest of all for Jessica, but she did her best, twisting her mouth and raising her eyebrows in an expression that she hoped approximated cheerfulness.
That’s good, Jess. Great. Keep smiling. Stick your butt out a little more. Keep looking over your shoulder. Now give me sultry. Purse your lips, raise an eyebrow. Good. Turn around again. I want you to put your hands on your knees. Arch your back. Lean towards the camera. Come on, lean down further. Back straight. Further. Chin up. And let’s see that smile.
Jessica felt her lips trembling with the effort to maintain a smile as she bent forward, causing her blouse to hang loosely beneath her torso and her breasts to spill forward lewdly.
“That’s good, Jess,” Nick coaxed her. “Now straighten up, and I want you to start unbuttoning your shirt. One button at a time.”
There it was. Jessica had known it was coming. Trembling, trying to ignore all the eyes and camera lenses that were trained on her, she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Ashley went through this too, she told herself, and she made it out ok. Just relax and be strong.
When she’d freed the last button, her blouse fell open, and Jessica’s nude breasts came into view. At Nick’s insistence, she pulled the blouse open wider, exposing her ample tits to their fullest.
“Aw shit, now that’s nice,” she heard the cashier say under his breath. “That’s gotta be the nicest tits I ever saw.”
Nick had her go through some of the same poses with her shirt open. She put her hands on her hips. She blew kisses to the camera. She bent forward so that her breasts dangled loosely beneath her. Always smiling. Smiling or pouting seductively.
That’s great, Nick was telling her, now I want you to cup your breasts. Both hands. Go on. Put your hands on the underside of your boobs. No further down, underneath, so we can still see your nipples. That’s it. Now lift them up. More. Hold them up towards the camera, like you’re offering them to us.
Jessica’s false smile slipped briefly as she let out a sob of shame. She could just imagine how degrading these pictures would look.
Keep your right hand on your tit. Sweep your left hand through your hair. Smile. Hold that. Good. Now I want you to take that left hand, slip it inside the front of your jeans.
Jessica hesitated, but, at a stern look from Nick, she complied, sliding her left hand inside the waistband of her jeans as her right hand continued to clutch her boob. To her shame, Nick instructed her to hold that pose. Dylan and Matt continued to record her from all angles, while Nick stepped aside to talk quietly to the two men from the truck stop.
“Ok, good news, Jess,” Nick said when he turned his attention back to the disgraced girl with one hand down the front of her pants and the other on her naked tit. “These guys are gonna kick in a few extra bucks for our road trip. But here’s the thing: they want to cop a quick feel.”
Jessica was stupefied. She began to cover herself and to step backwards, only to realize with horror that she had nowhere to go, pinned as she was against the concrete wall.
“No,” she said. “Please, I’ll take—take some more pictures. But no—no touching . . .”
“Aw, come on, Jess,” replied Nick. “Quit being such a drama queen. It’s just a quick feel. These guys are big admirers of those gorgeous jugs of yours and they just want to, you know, see what they feel like. Just your breasts. I’m not gonna let them finger you or anything.”
“I promise it will be real brief. Then we’ll get going. You’re getting off easy, you know. It’s just these two. When Ashley did this, she got her tits fondled by like fifteen dudes.”
“Please . . .” Jessica said softly, shaking her head.
“Put your hands on top of your head,” Nick insisted, “and stay perfectly still. You move or you make a big fuss or you take your hands off your head even for a moment and you know what the consequences are. I’m through screwing around here.”
She looked around at the audience who surrounded her. Seeing no avenue of escape, she gulped back a sob and placed her shaking hands on top of her head. Nick beckoned for the two men to approach.
The blonde cashier looked back at Nick as if making sure that this was truly ok. Then, haltingly, he reached out a hand and placed it experimentally on Jessica’s nude breast. Jessica shuddered but kept her hands on top of her head.
Growing more bold, the cashier’s touch drifted around the circumference of Jessica’s boob. His caress became a grasp, and he gave her breast a firm squeeze. Then, he grabbed her other breast with his other hand and began to fondle both her tits at once, taking a more and more confident command of her naked breasts.
Jessica winced whenever the cashier gave her boobs a particularly rough squeeze. Looking off to the side, she found herself looking into Matt’s camera, a reminder that every moment of her shameful public groping was being documented. She shut her eyes against the tears she felt welling up.
Eventually, the men traded off, and Randal, the stocky man who’d seen her getting paddled by the side of the road, assumed control of Jessica’s naked tits. Having witnessed the treatment his companion had already given this girl without apparent repercussion, Randal was less timid, grabbing both of Jessica’s breasts immediately and proceeding to manipulate them in opposite, circular motions, exploring them with his fingers as he did so.
“Oh my Lord,” he said to Jessica, causing her to recoil from his terrible breath. “You have got some damn fine titties, Sugar. They real?”
“Well, Jessica?” Nick said. “Answer. Are your tits real? Or have you had some work done?”
Jessica gave a jerky shake of her head, trying not to cry.
“Th-they’re real,” she whispered.
Randal didn’t appear to be listening, as he had moved on to Jessica’s nipples, which puckered out like perfectly proportioned little pink wine corks from her tiny round areoles. Randal caressed them. Then he flicked them. Then he pinched them.
Jessica let out an involuntary squeak of pain and surprise, causing several of her observers to laugh. When was this torment going to end, she wondered helplessly.
Suddenly, a voice made everyone turn their heads.
“Excuse me? Do any of you work here? I just need to—” A middle-aged woman had just rounded the corner. Trailing behind her was a boy of perhaps twelve or thirteen.
When the woman saw Jessica—standing topless against the wall, an older man fondling her breasts while several onlookers videotaped—she stopped dead. Jessica gasped and covered her chest, pushing away Randal’s exploratory hands in the process.
“Oh!” said the woman in surprise, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll just—Excuse me.”
She roughly grabbed her preteen son and hustled him quickly away, though he managed a wide-eyed gape back at Jessica before disappearing around the corner.
There was a moment of tense silence, punctuated by the sound of an engine starting and a car peeling away.
“Shit,” Matt laughed, “gave that kid something to remember.”
Nick, however, was not laughing. Randal stood aside as the tall frat boy approached Jessica, who was still protecting her chest with folded arms. Nick placed the back of his hand gently against the side of her cheek and gave her a look of concern.
“Aw, Jess, what happened?” he asked. “I thought we were clear on your instructions . . .”
Jessica’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t mean . . . She hadn’t intended to drop her arms! It was an involuntary reaction to that woman’s unexpected intrusion! That wasn’t enough for . . . He wouldn’t . . .
“It looks to me like you need another lesson in obedience,” Nick said. “What do you think, guys? You want to watch how Jessica gets punished when she doesn’t do like she’s told?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” said Randal, nearly salivating. “You gotta give her spanking. You been a bad girl, haven’t ya, Sugar?”
Jessica was nearly quaking.
Nick walked cooly over to the picnic table and sat down.
“Come here, Jessica,” he said.
Jessica stared in disbelief.
“Now!” Nick barked.
Somehow, Jessica forced her frozen legs to move one after another, and she walked stiffly over to the picnic tables, feeling everyone’s eyes on her. She stood in front of Nick. Her eyes were growing watery, clouding her vision.
“Unbutton your jeans,” Nick commanded.
“P-please,” Jessica pleaded, “Not . . .”
“Unbutton your jeans.” Nick said again, “I said you weren’t getting your next spanking over your pants, and I meant it. Now, you cooperate, and this will be over soon. We’ll all leave together for the cabin, and no one will ever see those pictures we just took. Put up a fuss, and we’ll strand you here, and by the time you get back to campus jessicasboobs.com is going to be the most popular site on the Internet. You want that or are you going unbutton your jeans?”
Jessica gulped at Nick’s threat. Then, hands trembling, she reached down and popped open the button of her jeans. Growing impatient, Nick reached over and pushed her hand aside. He grabbed her zipper and pulled it slowly down, revealing the white cotton of her panties. Then, without warning, he grabbed the sides of her jeans and began to nudge them downward. Jessica could do nothing but stare down at Nick in shock as he tugged her jeans down off of her hips, bit by bit exposing her white-panty-clad ass to the group gathered around her. When her jeans were below her ass cheeks, he stopped.
“Over my knee,” Nick commanded.
When Jessica hesitated, Nick reached up to grab her hand and pull her towards him. With his other hand, he guided her across his lap. Jessica fell forward, and she stretched out her arms to steady herself, causing her naked breasts to swing free of her protective stance. Nick continued to bend her over until her full weight was resting on her torso, sprawled out over his thighs.
To maintain her balance, Jessica was forced to rest her outstretched arms but rest them on the asphalt by Nick’s feet. Nick adjusted her position on his lap until her tiptoes barely touched the ground and her ass was the highest point on her body.
Jessica’s father had taken her over his knee to spank her like this, but not since she was six or seven. Behind the hair that had fallen into her face, Jessica wept openly at the humiliation of having Nick force her to pull her pants down, of having him prepare to punish her like a little girl.
Suddenly, the assault began. Nick brought his open palm down hard on Jessica’s panty-clad bottom. Then he did it again and again. The blows stung, the more so since Jessica’s butt was still sore from the paddling it had received on the roadside.
The spanking continued. Jessica kicked her legs out behind her, but her movement was restricted by her jeans, which were bunched up around her thighs. The slaps of Nick’s palm pummeled Jessica’s ass, striking one butt cheek then the other, until suddenly he stopped.
“Ok, Jess,” she heard him say, “It’s time for me to pull your panties down. You ready? Dylan, you zoomed in?”
Jessica let out a wet sob of humiliation, feeling utterly helpless as, to her horror, she felt Nick’s fingers slip under the waistband of her underwear. With a firm tug, Nick slowly peeled Jessica’s white panties down over her bottom.
“Oh shit,” Randal said in appreciation as Jessica’s luscious naked butt cheeks, glowing pink from their punishment, rose to view.
Nick tugged Jessica’s panties down until they rested at the top of her thighs, just above her jeans. He adjusted the stance of his knees, hoisting Jessica’s nude ass more prominently into the air, the highest peak on the pretty feminine form spilling awkwardly over his lap.
Nick gently placed his open palm against her naked bottom in an exploratory caress, appreciating the heat her spanking had generated. Jessica cringed at the uninvited intimacy. That this frat boy had the power to run his hands over whatever private areas of her unclothed body he wished without the slightest input from her, it was almost too much to process.
“Judging from how red Jessica’s ass is getting, I’d say she’s learning her lesson,” Nick said, continuing to gently rub the pink mounds of the shapely female buttocks draped enticingly over his knee. “But I think a few minutes of spanking on the bare will help drive the point home. Don’t you, Jess?”
“No-o . . .” Jessica moaned wretchedly. She heard one of the boys laugh, apparently amused that she had bothered to answer her tormentor’s question.
Just then, she felt the first slap on her naked bottom. Without her panties to mute the blows, the percussive pops of skin striking skin echoed more loudly and brought with them a more acute sting. Again and again, Nick smacked Jessica’s ass. When she began to squirm, her bottom twisting this way and that in a futile attempt to evade Nick’s hand, Nick held tight to her hip, pinning her firmly down over his knee.
Finally, with two last hard swats, Nick brought the spanking to an end. He eased his grasp on Jessica’s waist and allowed her to stand. Jessica nearly toppled over trying to lift herself off of Nick’s lap, but, with Nick grabbing her hand for support, she was able to right herself.
As soon as she was upright, Jessica grabbed for her panties and began to pull them up, but she was stopped by Nick’s voice.
“Nuh uh uh, Jess . . . Did I tell you to pull your pants back up yet?”
Sniffling, Jessica shook her head and reluctantly relinquished her grasp on her underwear. Instead, her hand drifted in front of her crotch to shield her blonde bush from view, while her other hand flew up to cover her exposed breasts. She lifted her moist eyes to take stock of the many witnesses to her indignity: the cashier, twisting his cap in his hands and gaping at her, Randal, grinning ear to ear, his eyes locked firmly on the region below her waist, Matt and Dylan, both circling around for the best angle to capture her degradation on film, and Shannon, regarding her with something halfway between an amused smirk and a disgusted sneer.
Nick stepped up beside her and gently pushed her hair away from her face. He placed a hand under her chin and stroked the side of her cheek sympathetically with his thumb. He pulled a tissue from his shirt pocket and dabbed at the dampness around her eyes.
“There now, you’re ok. it’s all over,” he cooed reassuringly to her, “You did real good. I think you’re learning discipline after all. Now, just come stand over here, facing the wall, and I want you to think about your lesson.”
Nick took Jessica by the elbow and led her back to the concrete wall where she had been forced to display her breasts. Her jeans still bunched up around her knees and her underwear stretched around her thighs, Jessica moved with an absurd, humiliating waddle as Nick dragged her along. As she shuffled and stumbled towards the wall, her pants and panties slid further down her legs.
Nick positioned her facing the wall and directed her to place her hands on the top of her head. Jessica’s jeans and panties drifted down to her ankles, resting in sad pools around her sneakers, exposing her long smooth legs from her calves all the way up to her apple-red butt cheeks.
There was a moment of silence in which the men drank in the sight of Jessica’s nude ass, glowing like a neon sign, while Jessica drowned in the suffocating fullness of her humiliation, dominated and exposed, forced to face the corner like a naughty child, her pants pulled down, the consequences of her spanking placed on public display.
“Ok, Jess,” Nick said finally, “are you going to be a good girl for the rest of the trip?”
Jessica swallowed hard, not sure if she could force words from her clenched diaphragm.
“Ye-es . . .” she managed to squeak. Then, desperate for Nick to bring this horrible episode to an end, she added a quiet, “Yes, sir.”
“What have you learned?”
Jessica shut her eyes, momentarily unable to bring herself to give the demeaning answer she knew Nick was seeking. But finally she choked down the disgrace and willed her lips to move.
“Ob. . . bedience,” she said, hanging her head.
“That’s right,” said Nick. “Now ask for permission to pull your pants back up, and then we’ll get going.”
Jessica pressed her hands down against the top of her head and took several deep breaths.
“M-may I pull up my puh . . . my pants, sir?” she stammered.
“Go ahead, Jess,” Nick replied magnanimously. “Next time I just hope you’ll think about your poor fanny before you become so uncooperative.”
Jessica took her hands off her head and grabbed her panties as quickly as she could, yanking them up over her sore behind. The white cotton enveloped her ass, the sudden contact bringing a stinging reminder of the tenderness back there. Nevertheless, she immediately seized her jeans and shimmied them up her legs, wincing as the rough material irritated her bottom still more.
After buttoning her jeans, she reached for her blouse which still hung open. Suddenly, she hesitated. Nick hadn’t said anything about her top. She definitely didn’t want to risk anything that might prolong her ordeal, much less provide an excuse for some new degrading punishment. Cautiously, she looked over her shoulder.
“May I b-button up my shirt . . . sir?”
Nick gave a long, loud laugh and was joined more hesitantly by the other men.
“Sure, Jess. You have my permission,” Nick said.
“Holy smokes, buddy,” Randal said. “You sure got her trained good. Say, you don’t think I could get a copy of some of them pictures, do you?”