By Zoe Landry
ZoeLandry@proton.me
Copyright 2025 by Zoe Landry, all rights reserved
[2,947 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
Zoe, Shopping.
A Stripped for Florida Tribute.
The next morning I woke up in a tangle of bodies, as someone backhanded my face.
“Avery! Mistress locked the door, and we’re hungry!” One of the twins said.
“What time is it?” The girl next to me said.
“Nine.”
“You two go get ready, I’ll wake up mom and Harriet.” Avery said, as
she stood up. “Suzie, Zoe we’re going to go to breakfast soon.”
I muttered something and then rolled back over.
A couple minutes after Avery stormed out of the room, I heard her bang on the door on the other side of the condo.
“Get the fuck up, it’s 9am, the twins are hungry, and we’re out of eggs.” Avery said.
As Suzie and I were now definitely awake, Avery strolled back into the
room to start doing her hair. “We’re going to Pog Frond for breakfast
as soon as the adults finish getting dressed.”
“What is that?” I asked.
“Breakfast place in Redington.” Suzie answered, “We also might go to the beach afterwards.”
“I think Zoe’s mom is going to do all that tourist stuff today.” Avery
said, before turning to me. “How do you feel about body piercings?”
“Avery, don’t spoil this for her.” Suzie said.
Pog Frond was two miles up the road from the condo, and was some
kitschy restaurant covered in pogs and palm trees. It was about when we
got there that mom was finally free enough from her hangover to realize
what she had done. Even with pretty much every other child there
stripped, I felt out of place because I was much paler, and still had
visible tanlines. I tried to hunch over to hide, but every time I did,
my mother or one of the twins would smack my butt.
So, after
the (actually clothed, and didn’t that feel like a rare sight here)
waitress took our orders, I finally got an almost apology out of my
mother.
“So I overshot. I was going to do it anyway, and I
thought you knew, because why else would you agree to move to Florida?”
She said, over a cup of coffee and a hangover. “But what’s been done is
done, and you might as well make the best of it.”
“Dr Landry, you should get Zoe’s clit and tongue pierced.” Suzie said. “And you should probably get her a smartwatch.”
“Why is that?”
“She doesn’t really have anywhere to put a phone now.”
“What about a fanny pack?” Mom said.
“Mom, have you seen anyone here wearing a fanny pack?” I replied. “So what do you think they do?”
“Your Smartwatch does calls, texts and music, and then a wrist or ankle
pouch will handle your keys and cash if you don’t want to haul a purse
around.” Harriet said.
“What about your drivers license and credit cards?” I asked.
“Her chip counts as her ID, and is linked to the DMV, and you just use
tap unless you want to haul a purse around or get a really big pouch.”
Harriet said, “I can even unlock my car with mine.”
“That’s convenient.” I said. “Can we get one mom?”
“Sure, we can go do that today.” She said, before looking at Harriet and Mrs. Haversham. “It’s not too expensive, right?”
“Compared to the rest of the stuff you’ve already done or are going to
do to your daughter. No, not at all.” Mrs. Haversham said. “It’s under
a thousand dollars, and you’re probably going to spend that much on
piercings.”
“Who said anything about piercings?” My mother said.
“You did, last night.” I replied. “You were ranting about it.”
“Oh my god, I did.” My mom said, as the food arrived. “But can’t we just go to Claire’s or something?”
“No,” Harriet said, “No you cannot. I have a piercer around the corner
who did the kids, and they’re a lot better and more practiced than some
teenager at an accessory store.”
“Sure.” Mom said, as she dug into a plate of Eggs Sardou. “Do they take walk-ins or do I need to make an appointment?”
“Mom, just make an appointment.” I said, as a plate of cinnamon roll french toast was placed in front of me.
“You’re in a bad mood today.”
“You got drunk and ruined my life last night, of course I’m in a bad mood.” I replied.
“It does take a while to get used to.” Harriet said. “I actually took
the twins and went no contact when I turned 18 because of it. But those
were different circumstances.”
“Is that why you talked mom out of it for me?” Avery said before taking a bite of her biscuits and gravy.
“Honestly, stripping someone who comes out is an insane position, and I
did almost break up with your mother over it, but she did come around
pretty quickly.” Harriet replied. “I would like to see you in a dress
at some point.”
“I was going to strip you either way, the chip
was already in my desk.” Mrs. Haversham said. “It’d look better for the
school if I was one hundred percent behind what I said, and you were
getting too modest anyway.”
“How was I too modest?”
“You were wearing hoodies and jeans all the time.” Mrs. Haversham said,
“So, like Zoe’s mom, I decided to fix that by stripping you, and then
you cried and told me you were a girl.”
“Suzie, why did you
get stripped?” I asked, as I shot up from getting slapped on the kidney
by a distracted seven year old. “At least pay attention when you hit me
you little shit, that was my kidney!”
Ponytail started crying, and ran around the table to Harriet, preempting Suzie’s attempt to speak.
“Sarah, she’s right to be mad at you, you need to aim when you smack
someone for hunching over.” Harriet said. “You know the rules.”
“Why do you let them do that?” I asked.
“We started it so Avery wouldn’t hunch over after we stripped her.”
Mrs. Haversham said. “You need to do something with older children if
they don’t get used to it.”
An older woman from the next booth
leaned over. “Hi, I don’t want to be a bother, but my grandson just got
stripped while visiting, and he’s saying his wee-wee really hurts. do
you have any advice about what I should do?”
Mrs. Haversham responded, “did you put him on the pill or the shot?”
“I think my son in law went for the shot, but he’s not here now.” The grandmother said, “but it might’ve been both.”
“Just have him come here.” Harriet said, “We’ll deal with it.”
Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, Harriet was holding a five
year old boy who on her lap while the twins sucked him off, and I kept
eating as I tried to avoid looking at the two of them or drawing any
attention to myself. “I know everyone says the pill and shot are safe,
but they really do have to stop giving them out to everyone.” Harriet
said before looking down at the wincing boy, “I know it hurts, but you
have to bear with me and I’ll try to make it all better.”
“Is it bad?” Mom asked.
“Until you get used to it, it is. Especially if you can’t cum yet. For
the first week, the only relief I got was in Harriet or a bathtub.”
Avery said.
“You two were inseparable.” Mrs. Haversham said.
“So what do I do then?” The grandmother asked. “Just warm baths and blowjobs?”
“Yes,” Harriet said, still massaging his nipples, “and don’t let anyone
double him up again. They can overlap, but this is what happens when it
overlaps, and do not let him combine them with poppers.”
The grandmother nodded.
“What’s in those pills?” Mom asked. “Sorry, doctor.”
“ED drugs, trazodone and some stuff to offset some of the side effects.
There’s a few different brands and they’re different cocktails.” Mrs.
Haversham said. “It’s supposed to be pretty safe if you don’t mix them
with anything.”
Eventually, a woman who was notably older than
Harriet came up to us, she was naked but had prominent tanlines, and
looked at the grandmother. “Mom, what’s going on, and why is that woman
holding Junior?”
“The shot kicked in while you were in the bathroom and I didn’t know what to do, so I asked her for help.” She replied.
“Wait, you’re stripped?” I asked the mom. “But you have tanlines.”
“I moved up north.” She replied, before turning to Harriet and the
twins. “Thank you so much. Is it an adjustment thing, or do I need to
take him to a doctor?”
“Adjustment, but if he doesn’t stop
complaining in a couple hours after one of them wears off, go straight
to the hospital or call an ambulance.” Harriet said, as she handed the
boy over to his mother.
“Thank you.” The mother said, as she picked the boy up, and took him back to their table, as we went back to eating.
“So, is that just a thing you deal with regularly? Like the erections
and all that.” I asked the table when we were waiting for the check.
“Because I thought that the kids going off like a cannon randomly was a
tourist thing.”
“Yes and no.” Suzie replied. “It’s mostly
tourists, but there’s a lot of local boys on the pill, and then a kid
in our class got put on Puericil because he was gay.”
“No,
Teddy was put on Puericil because he wasn’t a bottom and his parents
didn’t like that. His mother actually told me they’d put a lot of work
into raising a fag and weren’t going to let him ruin it for them.” Mrs.
Haversham said, “And having seen his stepdad’s hog, I can see why she
needed the help.”
I nodded. At least for everything my mother had done already, I doubt she’d whore me out to a boyfriend.
“Wait, is that why we fisted him in sex ed?” Avery asked. “I felt horrible doing it. He’s tiny.”
“He actually volunteered for it.” Harriet said with a shrug.
“Ugh, that little shit! He was crying! I was wondering why he hadn’t
safeworded.” Avery replied, thoroughly disgusted. “Next time I see him,
I’m using his nards as a stress ball.”
“Anyway,” Mrs. Haversham said, shifting her gaze to me. “Are you ready to explore a whole new world of perversion?”
“If I say no, will you and mom stop?”
“Of course not, I spent your birthday money on this, so I’m all-in now.” Mom replied.
I put my head in my hands and let out a wail of despair as Harriet gave me a sympathetic look.
“Anyway, after this we’re going to get you a watch.” Mom continued, “I do need to be able to keep in contact with you.”
I nodded.
“Which means we’re going to the mall once my hangover clears.”
“Fuck.”
Before anyone else could react, Pigtails and ponytail each got me on a
kidney and shouted “Language!” like they had been waiting for that all
day.
Now, going to the mall didn’t mean Tyrone Square to my
mother. After all, VA salary or not, she enjoyed the finer things in
life. It was why we had a nine thousand dollar television and designer
furniture in the living room. So, we were driving half an hour to
International Plaza.
In the afternoon.
On a Saturday.
In June.
Needless to say, I was mortified.
Thankfully, I definitely wasn’t the only stripped person there, with
the youngest I saw being an infant perched on their similarly stripped
mother’s hip while we were by the food court.
“That’ll be you in a few years.” My mother said as we walked past them.
“Not if I move away.” I shuddered and tried to hide myself even more. I
could feel the eyes of everyone around me, and one boy with a
particularly turgid erection even pointed me out to his father.
“You won’t.” She replied. “Anyway, do you want a pretzel?”
I took a deep breath. “Let’s just get this over with.”
After all, I’d have to do this for the rest of my life.
The Apple Store was a hell of leering eyes, wandering hands and my
mother steering me through a crowd by grabbing one of my ass cheeks and
steering me by it. But I wasn’t the only newly stripped person here
getting fitted out for a watch. Instead I actually felt some sense of
solidarity with the boy next to me, who currently had a sounding rod
nestled deep in his snow-white dick, and the other kids in the watch
section.
Still, eventually it was done, and my watch was set up. Also, some headphones because I’d need those to make calls.
Then came my mother’s shopping as we finished a full loop of the mall,
from Dillards to Nordstrom up top, and Nordstrom to Dillards on the
ground floor.
New clothes (for her,) new shoes (for me,) a
ton of cosmetics (for both of us,) and finally a new choker for me that
looked suspiciously like the collars Avery and the twins wore.
I tried to ignore the stares, and my mother pinched me a few times when I unconsciously tried to cover myself with her bags.
Then she found Eros & Company, tucked in between some designer store and a shoe store, and I knew my life was over-over.
It looked a lot like the other stores in the mall, that sort of
minimalist look that tells you they’re charging five times more than
you’d think, and smelled like a mixture of semen, leather, and
sandalwood. Needless to say, my mother was a fan.
Judging by
the latex that managed to show everything, the twenty year old
Dominatrix turned saleswoman my mother couldn’t keep her eyes off was
stripped as well.
“Freshly stripped?” The saleswoman asked as we came in.
“Last night actually.” I replied as I tried to avoid staring at this
woman’s pineapple nipple shields. “She got drunk and stripped me for
life.”
The saleswoman did that sharp inhale people did when
something was about to be expensive, and then continued. “Well, if
you’re interested, I can introduce you to all the new things you can do
now that you’re stripped.”
“We are.” My mother replied. “And
she’ll be attending Bay Pines Natural School in the fall, so I want to
get her ready for everything they do.”
The look in her eyes
just told me that this woman was going to make a mint on commission.
“As you look like a woman of discerning taste, I do have to ask: do you
and your spouse have anything specific in mind you’d like to try with
your child? Like bondage, overstimulation, watersports, or body
modification?”
My mother, flattered, took a moment to think
about it as I sat down on a bench that looked mostly clean. It wasn’t
like I could go anywhere with just my watch, and I definitely didn’t
want to try hitch-hiking while stripped.
“I actually don’t
know yet.” My mother replied. “My neighbor keeps her wife and kids as
her submissives, and that looks cool, but my husband and I were pretty
vanilla aside from the crossdressing, so this is all new territory for
me. She does need some toys and accessories though. Maybe just some
basic stuff and we’ll go from there. Zoe, do you have any fetishes
you’re interested in?”
“…I like wearing clothes?” I replied with a shrug. “Would that count now that I’m not supposed to?”
“I can actually work with that. You’d be surprised at what doesn’t
actually count as clothing, and what doesn’t set off the detectors.”
The salesgirl said excitedly. “But there will be some paperwork your
mother will have to fill out, because about half of this was
adjudicated as child bondage equipment.”
That was interesting and horrifying at the same time. “I’d like to try some on.” I replied.
As I quickly learned, that was a mistake. There were roughly three
categories of ‘clothes’ I could wear in public now: harnesses and
chastity devices, things that didn’t actually cover my torso, and sex
toys so large and obscene they somehow wrapped around to being modest.
That said, I did fall in love with this one short-sleeved bolero I
wore, and decided I could tolerate the harness that my mother insisted
went with it. The butterfly vibrator and buttplug I was wearing
underneath that? I’d be having fun with those as soon as I managed to
get the remotes away from my mother. I really just wished the
saleswoman hadn’t been filming everything for my mother.
I gasped as I felt my fingers and toes clench involuntarily. “Turn that off before I fall over.”
“If you can say it politely, I will.” My mother said, as she held the remote.
I groaned. “Mommy, please turn off the vibrator?” I replied.
It cut off.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It went to full power.
I came.
The entire store saw.
I crumpled.
“I’ll take all of it. But, can you throw in another set of sheets and
that waterproof throw blanket for me? I didn’t expect her to be a
squirter.” My mother replied, as she helped to pick me up. “Oh, and a
good harness. I don’t want her borrowing one from her friends. That
would be unsanitary.”
As the saleswoman went off to make more
money off one transaction than she probably had in months, I felt
myself die inside just a bit more.