"Shame on You, Mr. Hyde!" by Dr. Phil Author's Foreword The following story is a chronicling of the events which happened to Mr. Thomas Hyde approximately one year ago, during the summer of 1991. My name is Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson and I am the sister of Tom Hyde. I am 37 years old, married with two children, and a Psychologist. In all fairness, both my name and my brother's have been altered for obvious reasons, but the events depicted in the following have been transcribed as accurately as possible. About six months ago I was persuaded by my cousin Kathy to accompany her to Tom's house on a Saturday afternoon. I was con- cerned that Tom had been acting strangely the past few months and Kathy hinted that I might find out part of the reason if I were to accompany her. My curiosity was piqued, along with a bit of jealousy. After all, I was Tom's older sister and had practically helped raise him. Not only that, but I was also a practicing psychologist and I was a bit peeved to think that Tom would confide in his cousin Kathy, whom he was never really close to, and not come to me for help. I had spent a dozen years helping patients with problems and I felt I had seen and heard just about everything; but NOTHING could have prepared me for the sight I got when Kathy and I entered Tom's house that Saturday... I blushed and am embarrassed to say I nearly passed out right there in his living room. In spite of all my training, I just couldn't handle it. First I denied to myself what my own eyes were witnessing, then I felt pity for Tom. Seconds later that pity turned to disgust and then anger as I ran out the door. I drove home, leaving Kathy stranded behind. I was mad at her too, since it was obvious she knew beforehand what was going on. For the next several weeks I refused to even think about my brother and banked my anger within. I even avoided Kathy and refused to return her calls. Eventually I came to realize that I was doing exactly what I would counsel my own patients NOT to do. I decided that I, myself, needed some expert counseling. I decided to seek help in this matter from one of my associates who would be able to counsel me without emotion on how to deal with this situation. What she advised me to do turns out to be exactly what I would have counseled one of my own patients: I couldn't run away, but had to face this head on. At first Tom was reluctant to see me, but Kathy interceded for me and that's how I found myself face to face with Tom one Sunday afternoon having coffee and just talking well into the evening. It was an embarrassing meeting for both of us. I took a tape recorder with me and asked him to relay all of the details of what had happened to him, starting right from the beginning. His `girlfriend' Beverly was present and she helped fill in some of the details with her own recol- lections. As part of my own therapy I have written a chronological accounting of those first days. Through copious notes and the help of the tape recorder I have attempted to reconstruct conversations and events exactly as they happened. I have taken some small liberties to flesh out bits of con- versations and events to keep the story continuous and readable, but most of what you are about to read happened exactly as portrayed. A few weeks ago I began finalizing all of my notes into a single story and uploading it, a chapter at a time, to a computer bulletin board. The intent was that by sharing and discussing this story with others who would appreciate and understand it, I could also share the burden that goes along with it and make it all seem somehow acceptable. What I didn't count on was how deeply this story would affect my own desires. I found myself being aroused by the story, even as I was writing it. I was especially intrigued with how EASILY a young, naive man like my brother could be so quickly and completely dominated by an experienced woman! As I wrote I found myself imagining how even I, myself, would be able to achieve such complete domination of an inexperienced young man if I wanted to. It's really so easy it's almost laughable. This foreword is meant to be read first but I have actually written it last. I have just completed the last chapter of my narrative and will be uploading it shortly, along with this `Foreword'. Even though I am a happily married mother of two, I find myself completely infatuated with the concept of perhaps finding my own naive young man and capturing him. I still pity my brother for what he has become, but now I find myself admiring Beverly for what she has accomplished! Next week I intend to stop into a small tavern after work for a few drinks... Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson Tom Hyde couldn't believe what was happening to him. An hour before he had been in a business suit at a local tavern where he'd been picked up by a gorgeous dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties. Tom, still a virgin at twenty-five. Tom, who had never before been naked in front of a woman, was now in this woman's house, stripped naked and lying on his back on the floor in the middle of her living room. He had his legs up in the air and knees bent. His left wrist shackled to his left ankle and his right wrist shackled to his right ankle left him completely exposed to the eyes of Beverly, who was staring at him with her hands on her hips and a smug smile on her face. "My my, you look absolutely yummy!" she said, shaking her head and barely suppressing a slight giggle. Tom moaned and rocked a little on his back. His wrists were cuffed to the inside of each of his ankles so he was unable to close his legs. He tried to imagine what he looked like just then but the thought made him shudder and blush an even deeper red. "Now don't you worry about a thing, Tommy. Beverly's gonna take real good care of you. But you've got to be truly mine, body and soul. You've bared your body to me. Now I want your soul, too." With that she sat down on the floor next to him and began lightly running her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. He began squirming and wriggling his hips and moaning "Oh..YES... I L-O-V-E you!" His voice was shaking and his whole body twisting but she gave him no relief. His penis was rock hard and laying flat against his belly. She began lightly stroking it and then bent and touched the tip of her tongue to the sensitive glans just under the head. This caused his cock to jump up and down and his anus began opening and contracting. Beverly cupped his balls and said in a cajoling, taunting voice, "I want you to bare your soul to me. I need to hear you confess your darkest and most embarrassing secrets to me. Tell me, Tommy. Tell me so I can own your mind along with your body." Tommy was writhing now. She would bring him near the point of ejaculation but she kept backing off just before he could cum. It was uncanny! The older woman could look at him and read him like a book. In a way Tommy wanted her to own him. All his life, worrying about meeting a girl and making love to her. Would he be awkward? Would she know it was his first time and laugh at him? Tommy couldn't bear that thought. Now here was Beverly. With Beverly he didn't have to hide a thing. He wanted her to know his innermost secrets. He thought a moment and began: "There's a teenaged girl who lives right across the street from me. Her n-name is Linda." He was squirming a bit but he still managed to get the words out. "She's a beautiful girl and she had an incredible crush on me. I didn't know it but I guess she fantasized a little and told some of her friends that I liked her back and someday we'd get married. I used to watch her from my window when she was outside. She's turning into a real beauty all right. Long trim legs and a pretty face. When she'd bend over to get something I'd s-stare at her ass... I know it was wrong of me, but I couldn't help myself." "One day she was outside with two of her friends when I happened to walk out to my car. She was dressed in pink shorts and sneakers and she stood in the driveway smiling at me. All of a sudden I started to get an erection! It was incredibly embarrassing. I tried shifting my stance and hoped that nobody would notice it. I just wanted to get into my car and get away before anyone saw it. Just then her two friends came running up and said `Hello Mr. Hyde. Linda was telling us how the two of you are going to be getting married in a few years and live in your house. How exciting!' They were giggling and it was obvious that they were taunting Linda. I could have helped her out of this but I was so worried about getting out of there before they noticed my hard-on that I snapped back at her instead." "That's not true. Linda is a nice girl but she shouldn't be making up stories. I already have a girlfriend and telling fibs like that can only cause trouble." With that I managed to slip into my car, my erection subsiding somewhat. Linda was shamefaced. I'd never seen a girl blush so red before. Her friends pointed at her and laughed and taunted "We KNEW you were lying. He already has a girlfriend. See! Hahaha! What would he want with a skinny little squirt like you anyway?" As I drove away I glanced in my mirror and saw that Linda was close to tears. She was looking at my car and I'll never forget how hurt she seemed that day. The next day I saw her outside again and I wanted to go over and apologize to her but as soon as she saw me she ran into the house. I've never felt so low in my life. My carelessness had hurt her when all it would have taken was a little more tact to help her out. I felt so ashamed I didn't want to see her anymore and avoided going outside whenever she was around. I wished there was something I could do to make it up to her." "Don't worry Tommy, perhaps you will one day" Beverly said as she continued to torment him on the floor. Now that the story was over he began bucking his hips and pleading for Beverly to let him cum. "Not just yet, Tommy, but soon." Then she disappeared into the next room and came back with a small camera. "Now that you're almost ready, I want to take a few snapshots for my personal use." Tommy started twisting when he saw the camera but there was really nothing he could do about it. He was trapped. Beverly focused the lens and he was on film. She walked around him clicking a half dozen more shots. She told Tommy to smile once and to stick his tongue through his lips like he was really getting off. He didn't want to do it but she touched him a few times and promised that they were just for her own enjoyment and that they would both get off looking at them later. Tommy obliged. He had gone this far and each new step began seeming more and more natural for him to take. She then rolled him over onto his side and then up on his knees so that his head was on the floor and his arms were between his legs, still connected to his ankles. This brought his ass into prominence and she snapped a few more pictures. When she finally put the camera down she said "Time to get some sleep Tommy, tomorrow's gonna be a big day!" "I can't stay here all night like this!" He cried. "Besides, it's only Tuesday night and I have to go to work tomorrow!" "Tomorrow you are going to call in sick" she said, matter of factly. "What's the name of your boss over there at Venture Publications?" "Mrs. Peterson", Tom said. "Gloria Peterson". "Well Tommy, tomorrow morning you'll call Mrs. Peterson up on the phone and tell her you've got a 24-hour bug and you won't be in. Then you'll spend the day with me." With that she bent over and lightly ran her fingers up and down the crack of his exposed ass once again and turned off the light. As an afterthought she gave him one stinging slap on his ass as she walked past him to her bedroom. "Good night, Tommy dear. Don't let the bed bugs bite!". Then her door was closed and she was gone. Tommy knelt there uncomfortably in the dark and tried to figure out just what had gone wrong. He was hot as a poker and the stinging from the slap made his dick throb even harder. Hell, she hadn't even let him cum yet! In the morning Beverly came to him and unlocked the cuffs. She told him where the bathroom was and to clean himself up. After that Beverly made them both coffee, toast and juice, while he called Mrs. Peterson to tell her he was sick and wouldn't be coming in that day. After they ate Beverly told Tommy to get dressed, but she held back his jockey shorts. "Your days of wearing underpants are over mister. From now on I want you bare underneath your pants." She gave him a playful pinch and watched as he got dressed. They walked out to Tommy's car and she said "Let's go over to your house. I want to see where you live." They drove over in silence and soon came to a small white house in a sunny neighborhood. There was a driveway off to the right but Beverly told Tommy to park the car in front of the house and then they both got out. It was about 11:00am on a beautiful sunny summer day and there were four young ladies sitting on the grass near the car giggling and playing some sort of a game. Mrs. Whitford, one of Tom's neighbors, was sitting on her porch. She ignored him as they walked up the path towards the house. She was still mad at him. She had complained that one of his trees was blocking her sunlight and when he didn't do anything about it she took it upon herself to do a little midnight pruning. Tommy confronted her the next day and, in a moment of unusual anger, he called her a lying old witch! Now she wouldn't speak to him. Oh well, you can't have everything. The girls looked up and said "Hello Mr. Hyde" and then Tom and Beverly were on the porch, and then in the house. As soon as the door was shut Beverly grabbed Tommy by the crotch and told him to strip naked. Tommy didn't know why he jumped to obey her so quickly. Perhaps it was because he was still so horny from his unsatisfied evening. At any rate, in less than a minute his clothes were on the floor and he was stark naked. No jockey shorts this time. "Very good!" Beverly said, obviously pleased. "Now today you are going to do EVERYTHING I say. Not because I have a whole roll of film of you last night, but because deep down inside you really WANT me to take charge of your life." Tom winced when she reminded him of the photographs but he also knew that she was right. He did enjoy the feeling of helpless- ness before her. It was something he never acknowledged to himself. Perhaps this secret longing that he denied all his life was what had kept him so shy and afraid of girls. Beverly then ordered him down on the floor on all fours. Tom felt a little self-conscious, but at least the door was shut and all of the window shades were down. As he knelt there Beverly opened her pocketbook and took out a collar and leash. She put the collar around his neck and snapped the leash onto it. "Now, wouldn't the neighbors love to see you like this?" she teased him. Tommy gasped and blushed red as she tugged on the leash and began walking him around the room. She walked him into the kitchen and then into each of the two bathrooms, and finally the bedroom. After this she walked him back into the living room again. Tom's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and Beverly was obviously enjoying this immensely. "Thank you for the grand tour, sweetheart. Now lie on your back and put your legs up in the air again with your knees bent wide. You can hold onto your feet for support if you wish. Now listen carefully. If you let your legs down for any reason, even for a second, I'll chain you in position like I did last night and then whip you." Tommy rolled over and succeeded in getting into the required position. Once again, with his knees bent and legs in the air he was on complete display to the older woman. She walked over to the telephone and said "Now, what's the phone number of that girl, Linda, that you told me about last night?" "NO!" Tommy snapped. Somehow he managed to retain his po- sition, but she was taking this a little too far! Beverly walked over to Tommy and bent down and gave him a hard slap on his ass. "Don't you EVER say NO to me again, mister. Remember that roll of photographs that I have. I can be awfully mean when I don't get what I want, and right now I want you to keep your legs up and to tell me the phone number of that girl!" next to the phone. The name is Murray, Linda Murray... Oh God, please don't..." Beverly flipped down to the M's and found the number for Mur- ray. It was right across the street just like he'd said. She dialed the phone and after a couple of rings she heard a young girl's voice on the other end. "Hello. Is this Linda Murray? Wonderful! My name is Beverly and I'm calling from Mr. Hyde's house. Are you very busy just now?... Oh... your parents are out and you're listening to some records with a couple of your friends. Well, honey, Mr. Hyde asked me to call and tell you he's sorry that he embarrassed you in front of your friends. He knows it was wrong of him and he wanted to apologize but he was afraid you wouldn't want to see him... That's right... If you wouldn't mind leaving your friends alone for awhile, would you mind coming over here so he can apologize to you in person?... I know, but he has something he wants to show you... You would? Wonderful! He'll be sooo happy! See you in a couple of minutes." Beverly hung up the phone and walked over to Tommy, who was openly sobbing and begging her not to do this to him. "One more thing we've got to get straight between us, mister. From now on, when you talk to me you will address me as 'Mistress'. You got that? Now I mean it. If you ever forget to address me properly from this moment on, well, you won't BELIEVE what I'll put you through. You got that sweetie?" "Y-Y-ESS......Mistress" Tom managed to choke out. Just then the doorbell rang and Beverly went over to answer it. Tommy was on the far side of the room on the floor behind the sofa, so he couldn't be seen from the door. He tried to stop his sobbing, hoping that if he wasn't noticed Beverly...err.. Mistress Beverly would change her mind and send the girl away with some excuse. Beverly opened the door and there stood an absolutely lovely girl, just like Tommy had described her. She was about five foot four with dark hair. She was wearing a pair of white cut-off jeans that showed off her long trim legs, and a halter top. She looked up at Beverly but was obviously still a little undecided if she wanted to forgive Mr. Hyde just yet. He'd humiliated her, in front of her friends, and that kind of wound does not heal easily when you're a teenager. "You must be Linda. Hi, I'm Beverly. Won't you come in?" Beverly closed the door and stood right in front of her and said "Linda, I'm going to show you something but I've got to make sure you can handle it first. I know that Mr. Hyde embarrassed you in front of your friends. It was wrong of him, but he's paying for that right now. You see, Linda, Mr. Hyde has been very bad recently and he's being punished for everything he's done. He's on the other side of that couch right now and if you think you can handle it I believe he'd like to show you just how sorry he is... and the terrible price he's paying." "Oh...god....please....no...." came a choked moan from behind the couch. Linda was taken back but then her curiosity got the better of her. "Yes, I believe I can handle it Beverly. At least I THINK I can." She was obviously interested and she lifted her head a bit and stood on her toes trying to see where the noise had come from. Beverly led her through the room and around to the back of the sofa. When she first saw him she gasped and took a half step backwards. Then she caught hold of herself and walked a little closer. Tommy had maintained position. He was lying there with his legs up and spread wide and his knees bent. His eyes were closed tight and he was shaking his head back and forth and murmuring "No...please don't let her see me like this....pleeease....." "Look who's here to see you, dear. Open your eyes and say hello to Linda." Tom slowly opened his eyes and saw the two of them standing there. The tall mid-thirtyish woman dressed in casual slacks and a blouse, and the teenager with the short cut-offs and the legs that wouldn't end. Beverly was smiling at him with a look of pure innocence, as if there were nothing wrong with this situation, while Linda stared wide-eyed in disbelief. That disbelief slowly changed into a look of smug satisfaction as she turned to Beverly and said "Thank you Beverly. I'm sure I can handle this. He's getting just what he deserves!" "Oh, it's not over, honey. Hardly even started, actually. You see, Tommy has been such a bad boy that he's going to get a spanking! Right here. And he's going to ask you to be the one to give it to him. Isn't that right, Tommy?" Tommy's face was scarlet. In spite of himself he had also got a raging hard-on and he knew that Linda was staring at it, along with his exposed balls and his winking anus. He was already fucked. He knew his life wouldn't be worth shit if Linda or Beverly told anybody about this. "Yes, Mistress" he managed to choke out. Turning to Linda, Beverly asked "Wouldn't you like to give him the spanking that he deserves?" "I don't know" Linda replied. I think he deserves to get one but I don't think I want to be the one to do it. I wouldn't mind watching, though!" She grinned smugly at Tommy. "Oh, well that's a real shame. Perhaps Tommy can change your mind if he begs you well enough. He had better HOPE that you agree to spank him..." she added ominously. "You see, in twenty minutes Tommy is going to get a spanking. Either you or I will do it. If you do it, it will be right here in the privacy of his living room. If he can't convince YOU to spank him then I will do it myself, only I will do it outside in the back seat of his car." Tommy almost choked when he heard this! He started to sob uncontrollably. Beverly continued "If I have to be the one to do it, I will lead Tommy outside just as he is now, naked and leashed, on his hands and knees, right up to his car where those four girls are still sitting. I will put Tommy into the back seat and spank him until he cries. I will then take him out of the car and lead him back into the house the same way. This isn't an idle threat, I assure you I'll do it. The only way that Tommy can avoid this ordeal is if he can get you to give him the spanking. It has to be hard and at least 100 slaps. Anything less won't count. Now you have a choice to make Linda. Are you mad enough at him to see him humiliated like this, or would you prefer to administer justice yourself?." "I...I just don't know," Linda stammered. "That would be hor- ribly embarrassing for poor Mr. Hyde..." but Beverly noted to her satisfaction that Linda's young nipples were hard as little bullets against her top and she still had that little smile on her lips. "Well, I guess it's all up to Tommy then. Tommy, you have exactly 20 minutes to beg Linda to give you a spanking. I'm talking REAL humiliation here! You're to wiggle your ass and beg and plead and do anything you can to humiliate yourself in front of her and if you do a good enough job, perhaps Linda will feel that you've been shamed enough. If not....." She left the rest unspoken. "By the way, I see that you have a nice little home entertainment center here... what's this? Oh lovely, a video camera! I think I'll just set this up here so I can have some fond memories for my `personal' collection". She laughed as she set the video camera up on a tripod, turned the power on and began to focus on poor Tommy. "First thing Tommy, I want you to reach around with your left hand and insert your middle finger into your asshole. That's right, now I want you to take your right hand and begin to jack off for Linda and me. Remember, DO NOT CUM! If you do, your fate will be sealed. Now, camera's rolling, you have 20 minutes starting NOW!" Beverly stayed by the camera but Linda chose to sit down on the sofa right in front of Tommy, who was pumping with both hands. "Please Linda, please spank me!" He cried. "I was such a bad boy to humiliate you in front of your friends and I'm really sorry. Please spank me...p-please." As the camera whirred, Linda warmed up to this unusual oppor- tunity. "Take your finger out of your asshole Tommy and use your left hand to spread your asscheeks as wide as they'll go! Use only two fingers to rub your dick!" She was really getting into this. For the next ten minutes Tommy subjected himself to the most intense humiliation possible. He told Linda that he was a naughty little boy and that he really wanted her to give him a spanking. He crawled around on the floor slapping his own ass as the camera followed his every move. The two ladies were laughing hysterically! "This is just too much!" Linda said, wiping her eyes. "You know, I think I just might spank him, but before I do, do you think it would be all right if I called my two friends over to see him beg some more? They'd LOVE it!" "I think that's a simply marvelous idea, Linda! What do you think, honey? Should you ask Linda to invite her friends over to see you beg, or do you want to disappoint her?" "P-P-Please L-Linda... please ask your friends to come over to see me beg..." Tommy was completely out of control. He had gone so far out on a limb that he knew there was no stopping. Beverly had so much on him right now that there was no way he could refuse her anything. Beverly put the camera on hold and told Tommy to stop touching himself, but maintain position. In the meantime Linda grabbed the phone and anxiously punched in her number. "Hello Tina? This is Linda, yeah I'm still across the street but you gotta see this!" she blurted out in her teenage excitement. "Mr. Hyde is over here with me and another woman and he's got no clothes on! That's right, he's butt-naked and that's not all... he's being punished! In a few minutes he's going to get this incredible spanking and I thought that you and Ellen would like to see it... but listen up. This is really important. You GOTTA promise never to say anything about this to ANYBODY. You promise? Great! Come on over, and hurry!" This was crazy, Tom thought. Right now he should be at work, doing his job while trying to cast covert glances at the luscious asses of his two co-workers. Just 24 hours earlier he had been doing exactly that. Now here he was waiting for three teenage girls to look at HIS ass and hear him beg one of them to give him a spanking! And there wasn't anything he could do about it. He had degraded and shamed himself to a level that was almost unimaginable. And it was all on tape! Tommy wiped the tears away from his eyes just as he heard the rapping on the door. From the giggling he heard on the other side he knew it was Tina and Ellen. Linda rushed to the door and opened it. "Come on in, hurry! Remember, not a word to anybody, promise? Wait till you see this!" She led the other girls over to where Tom was lying on the floor. Just like her, they both stopped and took a half step back. But then they both put their hands over their mouths and bent over laughing. Perhaps it was because they had some idea what to expect, or perhaps it was because there were three of them together, but they warmed up to the sight almost immediately. "I thought you were joking!" Tina gasped, "but this is un-real! Is he really going to get a spanking?" Both of her friends looked at each other and started giggling again. "Yes" replied Beverly. "I can assure you of that. Right now it's just a question of who... and where" she added looking down at Tommy with a smile on her face. "Watch this!" Linda said, "Tommy, I want you to apologize for lying about our...relationship". Then I want you to kiss my feet, then Tina's feet, then Ellen's feet, and then return to what you were doing before I called them over." Linda motioned to the other two girls to sit on the couch with her as Beverly turned the video camera back on. Tommy got on his knees in front of Linda. "I'm soooo sorry that I lied to your friends when I said that I wasn't interested in you. That was a bad thing to do and I beg you to forgive me." He then put his head down and kissed Linda's sneakers. He crawled over to Tina and Ellen and kissed their sneakers too. Then he crawled back to where he had been, got back on his back with his legs up in the air spread wide and his knees bent and began begging Linda once again to give him a spanking. Tina and Ellen went nuts. They couldn't believe what they were seeing! Tom began stroking his penis with one hand and spreading his asscheeks with the other. His anus was opening and closing like a fish's mouth, gasping in the air, while the three girls laughed, and the camera whirred. After about five more minutes of this, Linda said "Okay Beverly, I think he's shamed himself enough. I guess I'll give him a spanking." Tears of happiness flowed in Tom's eyes. "Oh Thank you! Thank you!" Linda made a motion for Tom to get up and drape himself across her knees. Both Tina and Ellen were still sitting beside her so they got a great view. Linda lifted her hand into the air and WHAP! That was one. She was a little surprised by the sound but her hand felt good against the yielding flesh of Tom's ass. "That's one" Beverly called out. "Ninety-nine more to go and they better be HARD ones or they don't count." Linda began to get a rhythm going. As she slapped, Tom bucked and sobbed and her two friends laughed their hearts out. Beverly watched from the side, still directing the video camera. At fifty slaps Tom was sobbing out of control. At fifty-five slaps, a loud buzzer started sounding. It made everyone stop to see what was going on. Beverly opened her pocketbook and reached in to take out what looked like a small kitchen timer. "Oh my!" Beverly said, "looks like time's run out, and you haven't had your whole spanking yet. What a pity!" Tom stopped sobbing almost instantly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! She wouldn't really do it, would she? She couldn't possibly, could she? "NO-NO-NO, it's not fair! You can't do that to me!" Tom fell off Linda's knees to the floor and began sobbing again. "What was that, mister!" Beverly barked as she walked over and stood directly over his pathetic form. "Did I hear the NO word from you, after I've warned you?" Beverly looked down at him and began chuckling. "I was only going to say that since Linda had not finished, you were going to have to beg her for some more time. Tom's heart sunk. "But now you have to be taught once and for all that you NEVER say NO to me." With that she reached down and picked up the leash. "Let's go, chum. We're gonna take a little walk in the fresh air!" Tom's mind was reeling. She couldn't actually be going to do this to him, could she? She had been just using it as a threat to get what she wanted, wasn't she? This was unimaginable shame! He had just spent the last 20 minutes humiliating himself in front of her and three teenage girls in his own house, begging until Linda agreed to spank him while they all laughed. Now, was Beverly really going to follow through with the rest of her plans for him? Oh God, please don't let it happen... "What's she gonna do with him now?" Ellen asked. Linda and Tina were too busy laughing to speak but Linda finally got her com- posure and said "You ain't seen NOTHING yet! Just watch!" Beverly tugged on the leash and pulled Tom, naked and on all fours, towards the front door. "You brought this on yourself, young man. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. NEVER say NO to me again!" With that she grabbed the handle and swung open the front door, flooding the living room with light from the bright sunny day. "Oh P-L-E-A-S-E don't do this to me Mistress!" Tom wailed. "I've learned my lesson, honest! I PROMISE I'll never say NO to you again. Only please don't take me outside like this. Someone might see me!" "Someone's definitely gonna see you alright" Beverly laughed. "Those four girls who were sitting on the lawn near your car are still there! And that old woman is still on her porch. You'll be seen alright. The question is, by how many and for how long?" With that she gave one more tug on the leash and led Tommy out onto his front porch. The three teenagers inside were holding their stomachs laughing again and their eyes were riveted to Tommy's flaming red ass. Proof positive of the spanking he'd just received over Linda's knees. Beverly bent over Tommy and whispered quietly "Remember that tape I just made of you. I can have a lot of copies of that made up by tonight and you wouldn't believe how vindictive I can get when I'm not happy." Tommy felt his heart in his stomach. Though it was a warm day the wind felt cool against his naked body, especially against his flaming hot asscheeks. With one final tug Beverly led him down the steps and began the slow trek down the path to the car parked in front of the house. Nobody had seen him yet. The four girls seemed to be pre-occupied with their conversation. As they neared the car one of them happened to look up and she inhaled a big gasp of air. "LOOK!" she pointed. Immediately the other three girls stopped what they were doing and looked up to see what she was pointing at. He was about 20 feet from them, but by the time he got to the car door he would be within 10 feet and in full view. His cock was still stiff from his previous ordeal and his arms were shaking as he crawled. This only increased his shame. "That's Mr. Hyde!" one of the girls said. "What are you doing to Mr. Hyde, m'am?" "It's a secret", Beverly said. "Can you girls keep a secret?" "YES!" they all chimed. "We won't tell... what are you doing?" "It seems that Mr. Hyde here has been a VERY naughty boy and I'm going to give him a spanking." "You can't do that" one of the girls said. "He's too OLD for a spanking." "Oh no he isn't" replied Beverly. "He was VERY naughty and he's going to get treated just like any other naughty little boy would." "Wow!" Another of the girls giggled. "Can we watch?" "I'm afraid not, but you'll be able to listen!" With that they had reached the car and Beverly reached out to open the door. "Ooops, it's locked. I don't suppose you have the key on you?" she laughed. The girls laughed too. Where would he be carrying a key? Tommy groaned and then Beverly reached into her pocket. "Here it is, just teasing you!" Again the four girls laughed. Tommy wanted to die of shame. Beverly opened the car door then reached in to swing the seats to their most forward position, giving her as much room as possible. She got back out and then ordered Tommy to climb into the back seat and kneel on all fours on the seat cushion with his face pressed all the way down and his rump up in the air. Beverly climbed in after him and closed the door. The first thing she did was to reach over and open all of the car windows. "My, it's stuffy in here. Let's get a little air circulating." Tommy just groaned. They'll hear all right, every slap. Before she started, Beverly had a few words for Tommy: "Now listen, sweetie. I'm going to spank you until you cry. Do you hear that? I don't care how long it takes but I will keep spanking you until you're crying like a baby. Now if you resist me, well that means that we're gonna be out here a looooong time, drawing more attention every minute. That's all I've got to say." With those terrifying words she lifted her hand up and delivered the first stinging CRACK! right onto his already burning asscheek. "Owwwww" Tommy wailed. "Please...." he whimpered. Beverly gave him no relief but continued slapping his ass, varying the rhythm and moving from cheek to cheek. "Wow! He's REALLY getting it good!" he heard one of the girls exclaim. The others just giggled, as young girls will. Another of the girls crept around the back of the car and stood up to peep into the window on the opposite side. When she did she was only about a foot from Tommy's head. "WOW!" she said again. "You should see how red his bum is!" That was the last straw. Tommy couldn't hold out anymore. He began crying his eyes out just like a baby. His whole body heaved and shook with sobs. He was suffering from far worse than the pain. Tommy, who was still a virgin... who until last night had never taken his clothes off in front of a woman... who's greatest fear was that one might laugh at him... had sunk so low that he knew he could never ever look a woman, of ANY age, in the eye again without blushing red from embarrassment. Beverly heard the tears and stopped the spanking. She opened the car door and got out, pulling at Tommy's leash until he followed her. Back on all fours he was led again, up the path towards his porch and open door. Mrs. Whitford was on her way there too. She wanted to intercept them before they got into the house. As Tommy was led up the porch stairs Beverly paused a bit so that Mrs. Whitford could catch up. This left Tommy kneeling on the top stair of his front porch with his red ass still facing the laughing girls, who had followed him back to the porch. One of them reached out and touched it. "WOW! it's hot!" she said. Each of the girls wanted to touch his ass while Mrs. Whitford came puffing up the stairs. "I saw what you did!" she said to Tommy. "That was disgusting, and in front of those young girls, too. I'm going to call the police and have you ARRESTED!" "Now wait just a minute please, m'am" Beverly said. If you have him arrested then they'll take him away and give him clothes and lock him up. If you don't say anything then he'll stay with ME, and I have LOTS more things in mind for this young man!" At that Mrs. Whitford stopped short. She looked down at Tommy, who was still sobbing uncontrollably and slowly a huge grin spread across her face. "Now that you mention it, I guess I didn't see anything after all... and I was out here on my porch ALL DAY!" She leaned over so Tommy could see her face. "I'm glad you found a woman who knows how to handle you, Mr. Hyde." She chuckled and stood upright. As she walked down the steps she took the op- portunity to give his ass one more wallop and then walked back to her porch, laughing the whole way. "Yup!" she yelled. "I was out here ALL DAY and didn't see nothing!" Beverly led Tommy back into the house and shut the door as the four girls yelled "Bye, Mr. Hyde! We didn't see NOTHING either!" The door swinging shut mercifully closed off their giggling. Back in the house, the three teenage girls had been anxiously awaiting Tommy's return. They didn't want to go outside in case anybody saw them with Mr. Hyde like that. "That was excellent, Beverly" said Linda. "I don't think I ever had so much fun. The other girls agreed. "What are you gonna do to him now, Beverly?" asked Tina. "That's about all for today, girls. Poor Tommy has had a very hard day and he's gonna need his rest. He has to go to work tomor- row. Speaking of hard, I don't think poor Tommy's had a chance to cum yet. Tommy, would you like to jack yourself off for us before the girls have to go home? I think you know the required position."