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 ï>¿My Subway Streak Tue Jul 26, 2005 18:07 206.255.247.44



   I recently had one of the most humiliating experiences of my entire life
and it was all due to my own big mouth.  Knowing it was my own fault
doesn't lessen the embarrassment and I have to say I am still blushing even
as I write this.

   I am originally from Philadelphia but recently moved to Arkansas.  Not
to toot my own horn, but I'm fairly attractive.  I'm 25, have dark hair,
I'm about 5 feet, 8 inches, with olive skin because I'm about half Native
American.  I'm a runner (3 miles a day) so I've got a pretty toned body,
but I've always been shy about showing it off.

   I usually make friends pretty easily and the people in the south are
really friendly to start with so I soon had a circle of girlfriends from
the office where I work and more than a few male admirers, but I'm not
really dating anyone at the moment.  The girlfriends I run around with are
a little on the wild side, but basically harmless.  No drugs or anything,
just always looking for something crazy to do.  One girl, Tonya, is
constantly flashing other cars when we're out driving around and other
antics.

   Anyway, there was a big boxing match this month between Bernard Hopkins
(who is from my hometown) and Jermaine Taylor, a boxer from LIttle Rock. 
Tonya actually went to school with Jermaine and was going on and on about
how he was going to knock Hopkins out, even though Hopkins was undefeated.

   I felt like I had to stand up for my hometown boy and started running my
mouth that Hopkins would win and that Jermaine wouldn't even make it five
rounds, etc.  The rivalry kept growing as the match approached until a bet
was proposed.  Tonya's little sister worked at a Subway restaurant downtown
which stayed open until midnight.  We would often go in there when we were
out running around to visit with her, hang out, etc.  It was always filled
with high school kids and tourists visiting downtown in the late evening
hours.

   The bet Tonya proposed and which I reluctantly accepted was that the
person whose boxer lost the match had to go into the Subway to pick up a to
go order called in by us earlier.  The catch was the person had to do it in
their underwear.  Bra and knickers and nothing else.  Like I said, I
reluctantly agreed because I was sure I would win.

   We watched the match at a local bar and early on it looked like Taylor
was in trouble, bleeding from a nasty head wound.  This is where my big
mouth got me in trouble.  Thinking Hopkins was a shoo-in to win, I started
teasing Tonya.  But she was non-plussed.  So, like an idiot, I proposed
upping the ante.  I said the loser had to go in and pick up the order
totally bare assed naked.  I actually did it to shut Tonya up but she just
smiled and said, "Cool...."

   As the fight continued, Hopkins was really starting to pick up the pace
and pummel Taylor and Tonya was starting to look a little nervous.  I
should have quit while I was ahead, but I had a reason to want a little
revenge on Tonya.  Shortly after I had started at the office, my birthday
came up and Tonya and my other new friends took me out to eat and then we
all went drinking at this small local bar.

   At some point in the evening, Tonya told me it was a tradition in their
little group for "the birthday girl" to get a birthday spanking.  I was a
little tipsy and the others were egging me on and the next thing I knew I
was over Tonya's knees getting the seat of my shorts warmed up with 25
rather hard swats and one to grow on.  Mind you, this was in the middle of
the bar and while, thankfully, there were only a dozen or so patrons beside
our group, it was still pretty embarrassing.

   And then I found out the next day from one of the other girls that there
was no tradition.  "You were the first," she said, smirking.  "I can't
believe you fell for that." I had always kept revenge at the back of my
mind and now seemed like the perfect opportunity with Hopkins looking like
a sure fire winner.  So I started teasing Tonya again, telling her "her
boy" was going down, etc.  She just shrugged and said, "Just wait.  It's
not over yet."

   Feeling brave (and apparently stupid), I said, "Care to put your little
tush where your mouth is?" Tonya looked at me with one eyebrow raised and I
continued, "Besides the Subway streak, the loser gets a spanking from the
winner.  I want some payback from my birthday."

   The other girls all looked at Tonya, who nervously cleared her throat.
"Would the spanking be before or after the loser has stripped?" Giving her
my best evil grin, I said, "After, of course." All the other girls started
oohing and aahing at the prospect of one of us getting a bare bottom
spanking.  Actually, a completely naked spanking!  I just knew Tonya would
refuse, but once again she nodded and said, "Cool."

   Well, I don't know if you're boxing fans, but you probably know Taylor
lasted 12 rounds and won the match in a split decision.  It felt like the
floor had fallen out from under my stool when the decision was announced
and I almost started to cry.  I started to protest, but knew it was to no
avail.  If I didn't go through with it, I would lose my new found friends
respect.

   We started driving to the Subway and I was secretly hoping it would have
closed early, but Tonya was soon on the phone telling her sister about the
bet and placing our orders.  Then, looking back at me, she told her sister,
"But give us a little bit because we have to make a quick stop first. 
Besides picking up our food naked, little miss izzy is going to get a
spanking.  So you keep our buns warm while I'm heating up hers."

   While my other co-workers were teasing me and giggling, I began the
humiliating task of stripping off my clothes.  I kicked off my shoes,
pulled off my socks, slid my khaki capri pants off, followed by my T-shirt.
Now I was just in bra and knickers and made a last ditch appeal to let me
do it in my underwear as originally proposed.  But Tonya just shook her
head and said, "Sorry, darling, you said bare ass and I want to see bare
ass."

   She pulled over at a rest stop which I thankfully noted was deserted and
ordered me out of the car.  I sheepishly emerged, trying to cover up as
best I could.  I had to follow her as she led the way to a picnic table
near the restrooms which I noted with fear was well-lit by a street light.
Before I knew what was happening, I was over her lap and she was spanking
my bottom.  My other co-workers stood in a semi-circle around us, laughing
and teasing me as she roasted my poor rump.

   I was drumming my toes on the cement surrounding the table and fighting
back tears for several minutes.  She mercifully stopped after about 40
swats and let me back up.  My bottom was bright pink and stung like crazy!
And just like that she started walking back to the car and I followed, my
face burning as hot as my bottom.

   I had hoped it wouldn't be crowded at the restaurant, but as soon as we
pulled up it became apparent Tonya's sister called all her friends and
needless to say it was standing room only in there.  Clutching the money
for the food in one white-knuckled hand, I got out of the car and walked
inside.  I tried not to think about the fact I was naked, but there was a
breeze blowing across my body as I walked and I could feel the gritty
pavement under my bare feet.  And the stinging heat emanating from my
posterior was a painful reminder of the state of my ass.

   The crowd inside were already yelling and cheering before I even had the
door open.  I tried not to make eye contact with any of the dozens of
people who were all staring at me and focused on Tonya's sister, who was
laughing so hard she could barely speak.  Thankfully, she had my order
ready at the counter, but she couldn't resist taking a few extra minutes
ringing it up and getting my receipt.

   While I tried to drown them out, I could hear comments like, "Nice tits,
baby!" and "How's your little booty?  Your butt is as red as your face!" It
felt like an eternity, but they told me later I was only in there for about
four minutes.  Still, four minutes standing there completely naked in front
of all those people!  I now know it is possible to blush from your head to
your toes.  I got the food and ran outside, only to see Tonya backing away
in her car.

   I yelled and started chasing after the car, cursing as I stepped on
stones in the parking lot.  She finally stopped after making me run about
50 feet and they let me in.  They were all rolling in the floorboards
laughing.  "Very funny," I said as I got back in.  I looked back to see
every patron with their faces shoved against the glass laughing.

   The only plus side was that Tonya and the others bought me lunch for
like a week after and now they call me "their little streaker." From now
on, I'm keeping my mouth shut about boxing....  Or anything else..





   subway streak part 2 After my naked appearance at Subway and the bare
bottom spanking I got from Tonya, I expected a considerable amount of
teasing at work and I wasn't disappointed.  Tonya especially took a great
deal of pleasure in constantly bringing up my night of shame.  The really
bad thing was that there were photos!  One of the office girls had taken
several shots with her digital camera, including shots of my spanking at
the rest stop with painfully vivid images of both my blushing red face and
my equally red bottom, and there were several camera photo shots taken at
the Subway which supposedly have been making the rounds on the Internet. 
The photos my co-worker took were, of course, downloaded and shared by
everyone in the office, including the male workers.  Tonya even started
using one of the spanking photos as her wallpaper!  So anyone who came to
her desk saw me naked, draped over Tonya's lap while she is slapping my
bare ass with this gleeful look on her face.  I begged and pleaded for her
to take it down, but she refused and our boss wouldn't make her.  He
thought it was funny too!  Needless to say, my desire for revenge against
Tonya has occupied my every waking moment since and I started to formulate
a plan to get even.  I should have just sucked it up and let it go, but
unfortunately for my pride (and...  sob...  my poor bottom), I couldn't do
that.  I wish I could tell you I pulled off the perfect revenge plot, but
then Tonya would be the one writing this and not me.....  Sniffle....  I
had recruited another of the girls in the office, Carrie, to help me
because she seemed sympathetic to my plight.  She said she had always
resented Tonya's attitude and thought she deserved some serious payback! 
She grilled me about any skills or activities I was good at that I could
challenge Tonya with and I told her I was pretty good at shooting pool.  We
arranged for the whole gang to meet up at this place called "Three
Monkeys," which had a fancy restaurant on the first floor, a piano
bar/cigar lounge on the second floor and a large room with pool tables,
ping pong, shuffleboard, etc.  on the top floor.  It was one of the most
popular and busiest places in town most of the time and we ended up there
on a Saturday night when all three floors were packed!  Thinking it was
going to be Tonya humiliated, I was thrilled to see how crowded it was but
I would live to regret it.  We soon fell into a game of pool and I held
back and acted like I couldn't play that well while Tonya seemed to hold
her own.  As I had hoped, Tonya soon started teasing me about my pool
ability and mocking me when I missed.  As I had planned, I challenged her
to a game and boasted I would kick her ass.  "There you go again," she
said. "You would think your little Subway strip tease would have taught you
some humility." It was now or never, I thought, and taking a deep breath I
proposed another bet.  We would play cutthroat and every time the other
player sank one of your balls, you had to remove an item of clothing.  The
first one to lose all their clothes had to streak the bar.  Carrie piped in
and stressed that the loser had to streak the ENTIRE club, meaning she
would run around the pool tables, through the other game room, down the
stairs and through the piano bar where she had to jump up on the stage
beside the musicians and then go through the cigar room where she had to
ask one of the patrons if she could have a puff of his or her cigar.  Then
she had to go down to the first floor and go through all three dining rooms
before finally going to the back alley where one of the gang would give her
clothes back.  The loser would literally be naked in front of hundreds of
people!!!  Tonya hesitated briefly, but then agreed to the bet.  Shaking
her head, she just looked at me and said, "I guess you're just anxious to
show everyone your goodies again!" I just shrugged, but inside I was
laughing at the image of Tonya, red-faced and probably crying, having to be
naked in front of all those people!  I was almost giddy with excitement as
we racked up the balls for the match.  I made one of Tonya's balls in on
the break and she kicked her sandals off.  "Shoes count as one," she said.
I was a little taken aback since I probably would have let her get away
with just one shoe, but didn't say anything.  That just meant she'd be
naked sooner.  Deciding not to act like an amateur anymore, I moved in for
the kill and sank two more of her balls in rapid order.  She promptly
removed her blouse to reveal a tank top underneath and then removed her
belt.  "I guess I'll allow the belt," I said.  "You'll be losing the rest
soon enough." But then I missed my next shot.  Tonya just smiled and patted
me on the shoulder.  "Sorry, darling.  My turn now.  Hope it's warm enough
in here for you." Feeling a little nervous at her confidence, I just
shrugged again.  "I'm not the one who needs to be worried." But my
prediction was a little premature as Tonya proceeded to sink four of my
balls with rapid fire precision.  She paused to allow me to catch up with
my required disrobing and I quietly removed my shoes and socks.  "Do socks
count separate?," I asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
"Sure, why not?," she said.  Standing there barefoot, I removed my blouse
and belt and was standing there in my sports bra and jeans with knickers
underneath.  Suddenly, I was wishing I had worn more clothing.  Especially
when she promptly sank another of my balls.  Feeling like the floor was
moving underneath me like I was on a ship in a storm, I looked to Carrie
for help and saw she was grinning ear to ear.  "Oops.  Did I forget to
mention Tonya was a former state billiards champion?  My bad." Tonya smiled
at me.  "Your choice, baby doll.  Jeans or bra?" My fingers trembling, I
unzipped my jeans and slid them down, suddenly aware we had attracted a
crowd of about 20 onlookers who saw me remove my blouse and surmised there
was a little strip pool going on.  As I stepped out of my pants, I was
greeted with wolf whistles, applause and humiliating laughter.  I knew I
had been had, but still hoped Tonya would miss and I would be able to rally
on sheer terror and adrenaline alone.  But, alas, I never got the chance.
Banking the cue ball off the side, Tonya sank two of my balls with one
shot! The crowd started cheering and taunting me as Tonya quickly sank my
last two balls and stood there triumphantly.  "Gosh, Izzy, I do believe
that's all your balls...  and all your clothes!" My face burning, I looked
around and briefly thought about just making a run for the door, but knew
the crowd wouldn't let me.  It was plain to see they were ready to see some
skin.  Unfortunately, it was my skin and they were about to see every inch
of it!  I bit my lip and fought back tears which were threatening to burst
out of my eyes at any second.  I gave Tonya a pleading look, but her smirk
told me I would receive no mercy there.  Finally, I reached up and
unclasped my bra and let my breasts spring free, which prompted even more
taunting from the crowd.  "Yeah, baby, let's see those tits!," a male voice
said, making me cringe.  Followed by a female voice which sneered, "Wasn't
really worth the wait, was it?  Maybe you should put them back and let them
grow some more." Standing there topless in just my knickers, I was focused
on the immediate humiliation of Tonya's victory and the crowd witnessing my
debasement, but as I reluctantly reached my fingers into the waistband of
my knickers and started to slide them down, the full impact of my situation
hit home.  In just a few moments, I was going to be walking (or more likely
running in sheer terror) through a three-story club packed with hundreds
and hundreds of people, all fellow residents of the town I called home. 
And I was going to be totally, completely, head to toe, bare ass NAKED for
all of them to see.  This was the Subway nightmare multiplied a
hundred-fold.  As I stepped out of my knickers, I stood up and immediately
covered my breasts and crotch with my hands, prompting a new onslaught of
laughter and jeers from the amused onlookers.  "Suddenly she's shy," an
older woman said, shaking her head in disgust.  I was seriously considering
crawling under the pool table to hide, but Tonya grabbed me by the elbow
and started pushing me across the room, my bare feet sliding on the
hardwood floor.  "Come on, sweet cheeks," she said, reaching down to pat my
bottom.  "Time to move those cute little buns of yours.  There are A LOT of
people who will be thrilled to see you, I'm sure." I stumbled forward and
moved toward the other side of the room, blushing from head to toe..





   subway streak - part 3 Here's more of my ordeal at Three Monkeys and for
those who keep asking NO!  I don't enjoy this....  It's the worst feeling
in the world....



   I staggered forward, trying to ignore the taunts and laughter of the 20
or 30 people gathered in the pool room as I made my way across to the next
room, where several college age looking people were already gathering at
the doorway to see what all the hoopla was about.  Their startled gasps and
looks of shock at seeing a stark naked young woman padding toward them soon
turned to laughter as well and my ears were ringing.  I clumsily tried to
cover as much of myself as I could and kept my eyes downcast, blinking back
tears as I moved forward.  I wish I could say that I was numb to what was
happening.  I wish I could have stepped outside myself, but instead it was
like all my senses were on red alert.  I could feel the grimy floor under
my bare feet, I could feel my legs trembling so hard I thought my knees
would start knocking.  I could feel the little jiggle in my bottom with
each step and the slight bounce of my breasts and the cool air moving
across my skin.  And most of all I could feel what seemed like a thousand
eyes crawling over every pore of my body, making the hairs on my neck stand
up and, most embarrassing, my nipples erect.  The crowd in the doorway
parted enough for me to pass through, but just barely.  I quickly
discovered it's hard to avoid eye contact with people less than a foot away
especially when they're leaning in toward your face, laughing and making
comments like "Hello, darling, nice costume!" and "Whoo, baby!  Why are
trying to hide them titties?" I moved between the ping pong tables,
desperately trying to remember which way the door to the stairs was located
and dodging the people that kept popping up in my path.  I still had one
arm over my chest and the other hand splayed across my crotch trying to
keep it covered but I knew it was pointless.  "Nice toe nail polish
sweetie," a pretty blond woman said, her face contorted in laughter.  "What
shade of red is that?  It's almost as red as your face!" This last
statement was practically shouted and got the result she was obviously
seeking, more humiliating laughter and taunts from all around me.  I
desperately threw a glance back over my shoulder, but couldn't see Tonya,
Carrie or any of the other girls.  I was basically on my own surrounded by
strangers and felt literally as helpless as a new born baby.  A naked baby!
I spotted the door to the stairs and started to head that way, still trying
to keep my face down when my path was suddenly blocked by a teen-age girl,
about 16 or 17 years old, who was holding a ping pong paddle and eyeing me
with a wicked grin.  "Sorry, darling, but I'm afraid this exit has a toll
fee," she said, slapping the paddle against her palm.  "P-p-please, I just
need to get by," I stammered.  "I just l-l-lost a bet, that's all." She
laughed.  "I can see that, Lady Godiva.  But that's not my problem.  My
problem is collecting a penalty fee for all streakers trying to pass
through this door." Slapping the paddle again, she smirked, "Guess what the
penalty is?" I could feel tears rolling down my burning cheeks as I shook
my head.  "I don't know." Twirling her finger in the air, she said, "Turn
around.  Bend over.  And reach for those pretty little toes of yours.  This
will only take a minute." With her last remark, more laughter exploded all
around me.  I gave her a pleading look, biting my lip, but she just
continued smirking at me.  "Now, lady!" she snapped.  "Unless you want us
to call the cops and get you arrested for indecent exposure in front of
minors!" Waves of humiliation swept over me as I blushingly turned and
leaned forward, focusing my eyes on my toes which were gripping the game
room floor.  I moved my hands down until they grasped my ankles and could
feel the skin of my buttocks tightening even as the girl braced her hand on
the small of my back to balance herself.  I felt her rub the smooth wood of
the paddle across my bottom and then I heard a slight "whoosh" sound and
then there was a loud "WHACK" and suddenly it felt like my right butt cheek
had been stung by bees!  I gritted my teeth and was determined not to make
a sound, but my courage faltered by the fourth swat and the fifth and sixth
spanks caused me to gasp and whimper and the tears started flowing.  "Hey,
Steve!," I heard a male voice shout behind me.  "Come check it out. 
They're paddling some naked chick!" I could hear lots of movement behind me
as the crowds in both rooms jockeyed for the best position to watch me get
a bare bottom paddling.  I tried not to start sobbing, but the one thought
that kept going through my mind was how this could have happened!  It was
supposed to be Tonya being humiliated and running through the club naked,
not me!!!  And now here I was, a 27-year-old professional paralegal,
getting spanked by a teenage girl in front of God knows how many leering
witnesses.  I wanted to just die....  My appointed punisher landed two more
solid spanks, one on each cheek, which caused me to lift up on my toes and
sob loudly, and then mercifully she was done.  "Ok, sweet cheeks or should
I say pink cheeks, you can go," she said.  I immediately rose up and threw
my hands back to rub the stinging out of my poor bottom, oblivious to the
full frontal view such a move afforded to the dozens of people in front of
me.  At least, I was oblivious until the applause and taunts about my
breasts and my pubic hair started.  Covering myself again, I lunged through
the door and down the stairs, almost knocking over several startled couples
who were coming up the stairs.  I took the steps two at a time, my bare
feet slapping the wooden steps as I went.  My ears were ringing.  My legs
were shaking so it was hard to keep from falling down.  The next landing
outside the piano bar was also full of people so I just burst through them
into the room.  It was more dimly lit, with candles at each table, so for
half a second I thought that might make it easier, but my entrance was
immediately greeted with shouts and cheers and laughter and shocked
expressions.  There was no doubt my state of undress was readily visible to
everyone in the room.  I bolted through the tables, trying to ignore the
sea of faces dancing in the candlelight and jumped up on the stage where
the startled musicians stumbled backwards out of my way.  I didn't know if
Tonya or the others were watching, but was terrified of failing in any part
of the dare and facing additional consequences, so I obediently jumped up
and down on the stage, my boobs bouncing to the delight of the crowd.  My
legs were still shaking so hard, I had to steady myself against the bass
player, a big fat guy who looked as embarrassed as me at first, but then he
reached down and swatted my bottom.  I yelped because my butt was still
stinging from my paddling earlier.  That brought more laughter from the
faces in front of me and then things got worse.  I started recognizing some
of the faces!  There was Clay, a local attorney I dealt with fairly
regularly, who was watching with a mixture of surprise and lust while his
petite little wife was giving me go to hell looks!  I saw a girl who worked
at the hair salon where I get my hair done, who was laughing hysterically
and shaking her head.  I just knew she would tell everyone at the salon
which meant I could never show my face there again!  There were a couple of
guys I recognized from the gym I used to go to.  Glad I let my membership
lapse since I could never go there again either.  I fought back tears as I
jumped off the stage and padded into the cigar room next door, which
naturally, was standing room only and mostly men!  "Well, hello, darling!,"
one grinning, bald guy said.  "Can we help you?" I wanted to crawl under
one of the sofas which lined the walls of the room, but instead I moved
toward the bald guy and asked for his cigar.  I was amazed at how calm my
voice sounded since my heart was pounding like a jackhammer and my face
felt like it would burst into flame!  "Sure, babe," he said, and handed it
to me.  I took one puff, intending not to inhale, but I was so nervous I
sucked harder than I meant to and ended up having a coughing fit.  I cringe
to this day when I think how I must have looked, completely naked and
coughing.  My breasts, with my still erect nipples, shaking violently.  I
turned and headed toward the stairs again, but not before I heard one of
the few women in there, a black headed, buxom beauty, loudly comment, "She
was kinda cute, guys!  I especially like that little pink backside of hers.
Kinda makes me want to spank her myself!" Shaking with shame, I bounded
down the steps again and right into a crowd of women walking up.  I knew
them all!  They worked at the circuit clerk's office where I went to file
stuff practically every day.  I froze in my tracks and was so shocked I
didn't even cover up!  I was standing there completely naked as they
suddenly realized who I was....