The Spanked Into Submission Collection

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Humiliating Exposure

There were two days of spring break left, and all were anxious to hit the beach. Jane asked Bruce if he wanted to go, and he said yes, but he didn’t have a swimsuit. Nancy brought out the string bikini they bought in the s*x shop. It consisted of a just enough stretch nylon material to cover Bruce’s c**k and balls, a string rising up the back (along the crack in the ass) which attached to a thin elastic waist band. Bruce didn’t want to put it on but was afraid to object. As he considered whether to object, he realized just how absolutely powerless he was. He felt like a child afraid of being punished. This feeling was reinforced by a constant burning sensation radiating from his butt as he stretched the nylon over his caged c**k and his balls. He was horrified to realize the outline of the metal rings was clearly visible under the bikini. Worse, his blistered butt was completely exposed.

One of the women said, “You don’t think he’ll be arrested for indecent exposure, do you?” Sally responded that her boyfriend - the one that likes to lick her ass - wears one and says it’s okay as long as the genitals are completely covered.

“So, he didn’t get into trouble?”

“Well, they actually determined it was legal when his lawyer came to the jail and got the district attorney involved.”

Nancy said, “I can get him a lawyer if necessary.”

They immediately went to the beach bar where Bruce often met his conquests and where he met his waterloo. Bruce never felt so humiliated. Everyone did a double take at his near nakedness and then would notice the blisters on his ass cheeks. They would also notice he was standing, drinking a glass of milk with four women on bar stools drinking beer. Word quickly spread that the guy who had been spanked into submission was now back at the bar. Before long, friends and strangers were coming up to him and asking how he was doing, commenting on his blistered butt, and asking who his four female friends were. They were told Bruce was learning it was more important to please women than to constantly seek self-gratification. One female onlooker flicked her finger against Bruce’s metallic c**k saying, “Looks like no more self-gratification for bad boy.”

When the laughter died, Sally said, “He was even willing to lick out my ass without expecting anything in return.”

Bruce turned deeper and deeper shades of red and looked at the ground. When some engaged him in conversation, he was forced to look up and deal with his situation. “How much punishment was he getting?” “Did he want to change?” Some were sadistic and told him how much they were enjoying his stereo, motor scooter, etcetera.

When Jane heard a friend call him Bruce, she stepped forward and said, “His name is Bad Boy, and he belongs to me.” This brought on more questions, and Bruce admitted he was falling for Jane and wanted to please her.

After an hour, they went into the water, and Jane paraded Bruce up and down the beach, holding a thick rope tied loosely around his neck. Anyone who knew the old Bad Bruce could now see the new Bad Boy being reeducated. Ex-conquests stopped them and asked, “Is that you, Bruce?” Jane would then describe his new status while they examined and touched him and laughed at him. Bruce stood silently, looking at the ground. He was completely demoralized and knew his old life was gone forever.

That night, Jane asked Bruce if he’d like to go out with them, and he said yes but he had no clothes. This problem was solved with Nancy’s halter top and short shorts. The two guys went to a sports bar, leaving the six girls and Bruce to bar hop. There was much taunting and touching Bruce’s exposed skin that he had been made to keep shaved smooth.

They ran into Alex, who then joined them. Alex had a friend, Joe, who played guitar and sang in a popular bar. Joe had a talent for picking out individuals in the audience and spontaneously making up a song about them. Alex said Joe knew what had happened to Bruce and had a head start on composing a song for Bruce. They planned to hit that bar at prime time.

Jane and her friends took Bruce to a few bars, and he brought his hair down over his face and avoided being noticed. They allowed him to get away with this and enjoyed his anxiety, especially when guys would come up to put the make on one of the women. They allowed him one beer per bar and, toward midnight, went into the bar where Joe was singing. The place was packed and, since Jane brushed Bruce’s hair back, he was immediately recognized.

“Hey, there’s Bruce in short shorts and a halter top.”

Jane said, “His name is Bad Boy.”

When Joe heard this, he said, “I’m calling this, “The Ballad of Bad Bruce” and broke out with:

Bruce was the man who would slam bam, thank you ma’am.

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce.

And he knew he was cool, with a hungry tool

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce (motioning for audience participation)

Then he met cute Jane, but couldn’t say her name

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce (from the crowd)

She was a really great catch, but was his very last snatch

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce (louder from the crowd)

You see he made her cry, and her friends asked why

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce

Now his ass is bruised, and his tool ain’t used

(Laughter) Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce

(Joe corrects) Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

Now he’s just a boy, who has lost his toy

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

He had to face the crowd, and hear them laugh out loud

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

He had to take the pain; he had to feel the shame

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

Her friends took him away, and said he had to pay

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

They say he’s not the same; they say he’s now quite tame

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

As Joe strummed the final chord, a woman in the crowd yelled, “The guy was on the loose, but now they’ve cooked his goose.” The crowd roared in laughter, “Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce.”

Another woman: “His c**k was all the rage, but now it’s in a cage.” (All) “Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce.”

This continued until the lines got ridiculous and participation deteriorated into gales of drunken laughter.

Jane took off the Bruce’s halter-top during the performance and had him stand in front of the crowd wearing only the red short shorts, which matched the color of his face. Jane thanked Joe and said she thought his ballad should be recorded. It turned out someone had recorded the whole spontaneous performance. It was sure to be a hit, at least in south Texas.

As friends and strangers of both sexes came up to talk to Bruce, Jane returned to their table to drink with her friends. The song was requested twice more that night, and Jane had Bruce sit in a chair in the front of the small stage looking at his feet.

Back at the motel, a very humbled Bruce made the rounds on his knees, eating the p***y of four women and ending with stimulating Sally by licking her ass. He and Jane showered together, she helped him shave, and they went to bed. Jane played with his caged c**k and commented that she really liked being with him after extreme humiliation and degradation.

“You’re so limber and pliable, not just your c**k, but all over. When we first went out, you were so macho and controlled. Now you have nice muscles (squeezing his biceps), but your superiority is gone (pushing him onto his back, holding his hands astride his head and kissing him all over his face, neck, and chest).”

Bruce was so turned on; he moaned in agony and automatically began thrusting his pelvis into the air, bobbing Jane up and down on his stomach. This movement embarrassed him. He had wanted to ask her to unlock the cage but thought better of it, remembering her threat to add thirty days if he even mentioned that.

Noticing his indecisiveness, she said, “I also like the expression on your face. When I first noticed you on the beach, you had a sophisticated, ‘knowing’ smile, like ‘we’ll get to know each other, if you’re lucky’. That was okay, something of a challenge, like I couldn’t take you for granted. Now you’re smile is ingratiating and somewhat uncertain, even innocent and vulnerable. Speaking of expressions, I can tell you are ready to suck my juices some more,” as she moved up over his face.

Bruce suppressed his need for release and buried himself in his work, only coming up for air. After a solid day and night of being publicly displayed before his friends in the most humiliating manner imaginable, Bruce understood that he deserved nothing more than serving and servicing others. He was a bad boy who was being punished and the only important thing now was that he loved Jane and needed to please her.