By SubstituteWriter
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Copyright 2026 by SubstituteWriter, all rights reserved
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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
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The Secret Girls Club Part 27
(Dove wants to shake off her embarrassing weekend and Christa provides just the thing)
Thoughts of losing to Shayla and forfeiting to Heidi last weekend
haunted me throughout the week. When I was alone, like being in the
shower, I shed a few tears out of pure embarrassment or my hands would
shake and I’d have to hold onto something to steady myself.
There were two lessons learned from the experience: never enter a match
distracted and never think feel superior to any opponent, whatever
level they bring to the table.
Christa was once again a big
help in helping to repair my psyche. She comforted me with kind words
and amazing actions. She insisted I attend that week’s meeting of the
social club we founded together and to which I gave complete control
over to her.
The social club had evolved since the days she
and I dominated about six or seven girls. Christa had capped the
attendance at twelve, divided into six couples. They could only enter
her house in pairs, one of them had to be naked. Most couples took
turns every week but one had their own power exchange relationship in
which one was dominant and the other remained submissive.
Christa placed a chair on top of a platform in the space used for
‘meetings’ and called it my throne. I had a full view of the room. She
served me a smoothie, presenting it to me by going down on one knee and
calling me ‘Ma’am.’ I got a kick out of that.
When all six
couples were in an adjoining room, Christa called the meeting to order
and opened the door. She had orchestrated a parade, with the clothed
girl holding onto a leash attached to the collar of an otherwise naked
girl, who marched in on all fours. Each couple would walk past me,
pausing long enough in front of me as one girl bowed and the other
girls barked.
They stayed in a line until all six couples had
paraded past me and stood (well, the clothed ones) against the far
wall. Christa, dressed in a black, shiny dress that ended just above
her knees, stood before them. She ordered the naked girls to sit back
on their heels and place their hands, interlocked, behind their heads.
The clothed girls then matched up against each other for a best
two-out-of-three arm wrestling match. The three losers lost their
clothing, which were added to the random pile in the other room. Each
of them then fell to ground on all fours and crawled onto the platform.
Each of them had to kiss each of my feet. When I knew this would
happen, I slipped off my shoes and socks so I could feel their lips on
my toes. After serving their forfeits, the three of them crawled over
to the back wall and joined the other naked girls.
The
remaining three clothed girls each blindly pulled a card out of a deck
held by Christa. High card sat out the next competition, which was
‘rock-paper-scissors.’ The two contestants were to remove a piece of
clothing with each loss. It took under ten minutes for one girl to lose
everything while the other was in bra and panties. The 10th
naked girl of the evening then copied the two previous losers and
kissed my feet. She then joined the others along the back wall.
The winner was able to get herself fully dressed for the final
competition: a strip poker game. They played the game in the middle of
the room with Christa serving as judge. It turned into a fierce
competition when both girls were down to their panties. After the final
hand was played, the loser had to discard all her clothing into the
other room while the winner regained her clothing for the night.
While the winner’s partner had to remain naked, she was able to stand
upright the rest of the evening. Blondie and Redhead turned out to be
the two upstanding girls in the room, with Redhead showing off all of
her freckles while Blondie was fully clothed.
Blondie was a
former opponent of mine, while Redhead and I were once tied together,
naked of course. KK, who is Christa’s girlfriend, Brownie and the
M&M’s were all there as well.
Blondie became director for
the rest of the evening while Redhead became my personal servant for
the evening. Redhead proved very efficient in her role, keeping me
contempt by delivering finger foods and drinks all night. When she
wasn’t running a task, she was under my feet, serving as a footstool.
Blondie was a natural at designing humiliating games for 10 naked
girls. She allowed them to drink out of a baby bottle and eat with
anything but their hands. They also had to remain on their hands and
knees.
Everyone seemed to be having a good time. On more
than one occasion, a naked girl would crawl up to me and either
massage, or, more often, lick my toes or suck my big toe.
At
one point, I watched all 10 naked girls taking turns sucking on each
other’s nipples like they were drinking mother’s milk. When they
weren’t drinking out of a bottle or suckling a nipple, each girl had to
suck on a pacifier, conveniently attached to a string round their necks.
The evening also included several other events and I’ll let you use your imagination as to what those events were.
The evening lifted my spirits and sent me into the night with renewed
confidence. Nothing like a party to ease unpleasant memories. All I
wanted now was to take on Shayla and Heidi, being careful to avoid
feeling superior.
End of Part 27
The Secret Girls Club Part 28
(Dove gets an idea from Christa to add further humiliations for freshmen fighters who lose)
Before I could challenge Shayla or Heidi, I learned we would have our
first freshman of the year accepted to the club on Friday night and she
already knew her first match would be with me.
That’s the
tradition I followed when I was a freshman and lost to Sidnee, an
experienced senior. It was sort of a way for freshmen to get acclimated
to the club and for the upper classmen to pad their record.
When I met Bambi (yes, that was her real name and, yes, I thought of a
deer caught in the headlights right away) for the first time on Friday
night, I was actually shocked to see how tiny she was. Bambi stood
4-foot, 10-inches and couldn’t have weighed more than 80 pounds soaking
wet.
I asked if she knew what she was getting into by starting her career against and experienced wrestler.
“From what I heard, you lost to a couple of sophomores last week,”
Bambi said. “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful but you haven’t won
all your matches and I started training over the summer, so I think I
can hold my own.”
“First, how did you hear the sophomores?” I asked.
“The girl at the door to the basement told me when I first walked in.”
“I admire your spunk rookie and I hope we can have good match. Do you understand all the rules and how to negotiate?”
“I think so. I know we keep wrestling until one of us is naked and then
we get taken to some kind of shame wall when it’s over. I’ll agree to
whatever you want.”
“Just why did you want to join?”
“I need to stand up for myself,” she said. “I got bullied a lot during
elementary and middle school so I figured I need to develop some
respect around here.”
“You understand you can’t say anything about anything here outside these walls? A lot of students won’t even know how you did.”
“Earning the respect of my fellow club members is important to me,” said Bambi. “I have to start somewhere.”
“OK then, so you know if you lose, you will stay naked the rest of the
night while people come by to make fun of you while you’re tied up.”
“Yeah, I know and I’m not scared of that,” she said. “But I got tied up
once and it was horrible. My hands started turning blue and my little
brother unzipped my shorts and they fell to the ground. I was hoping
there might be some alternate way?”
“A friend of mine actually
gave me a pretty good idea and maybe I could use you to try it out. I
would have liked to tie you up but this other thing could be
embarrassing enough,” I said.
“Don’t tell me until after one of us loses. If I win, I’ll just do the same thing you planned to do.”
“I guess we have a deal.”
We shook hands and signed up for the first available time on the mat.
Before we got on the mat, I had to check with Christa about the
availability of certain items. She carried around a few things in her
bag hoping to live out a fantasy regarding age regression.
We
agreed that she would meet us at the Wall of Shame after our match. I
told her I was confident I could beat Bambi, but I still could not take
anything for granted. I mean, she was so tiny and she was ready to
wrestle me. Was I missing something?
As it turns out, Bambi’s
best move was running away. Any time I approached her, she’d back away
as far as possible. She didn’t dare step out of bounds because that
only brought the match to the center of the mat, within arm’s length.
She escaped the first face-off and kept moving around the edges.
I got so tired of her stalling (which we have since made a ruling that
forfeits a piece of clothing) I finally just laser focused on her eyes
and started walking toward her. She really was like a deer caught in
the headlights. She was frozen and only turned her back when I
approached.
I grabbed her left elbow and twirled her around to
face me. She started bawling like a little baby. “Please don’t hurt me,
please don’t hear me, please, please, please.”
I grabbed both
of her shoulders and forced her to look me in the eye. After some time,
with everyone watching, I calmed her down.
“Why did you want to fight me?” I asked her. “Take a deep breath and explain it to me.”
Bambi wiped away some of her tears and snot that had run from her nose.
“I lost a bet,” she said. “To my friend, a sophomore who already
belongs to the club. She knows how embarrassing it is for me to be
naked, even in front of her.”
“What’s her name?”
“I can’t tell you.” She started crying again. “I would have just forfeited but she wanted me to act tough.”
“Is she here tonight?”
“Yes.”
“You do know you have to serve the punishment, right?”
"She dropped her down and whispered “y-yes.”
“OK, now’s the time to be brave. You’re going to be humiliated and you
will be naked for the rest of the night but I’m not going to tie you
up. Just take it. It’ll be easier the next time.”
She nodded.
“Bambi, I want you to raise your hands above your head. After I remove
your T-shirt, I want you to voluntarily remove your shoes and socks.
Got it?”
She nodded again and raised her hands. I grabbed the
hem of her shirt and slid them up your torso, over her head and off her
arms. She tried to cover herself but I blocked her and pointed to her
footwear. Bambi knelt down, untied and removed each shwoe before
slipping off her socks.
I had her stand up and told her to put
her hands behind her hand and to stand there like she was a statue.
Then, without fanfare, I grabbed both her pants and panties and pushed
both items down to her ankles, where she automatically stepped out of
them.
I placed an arm around her waist and guided her toward
the Wall of Shame, her face a glowing red from the humiliation. Christa
was there waiting with a couple of items. After I posed her in the
front row, where she could not escape anyone who wanted an unfettered
view.
Christa handed me two items which I hoped accentuated
her thin body. I placed a pink baby bonnet on her head, tying the
strings under her jaw. I watched her turn an even darker shade of red.
“You’re not top move for the rest of the night,” I told her. “You are
not allowed to leave until you have spoken to me at the end of the
night. Understood?”
She nodded weakly.
For a final
touch, I guided a pacifier between her lips, with the words “Little
Babygirl” printed on it. I could feel heat radiating from her skin and
knew she felt as embarrassed and shameful as one could be. There was
also a sticky liquid, came bycamglistening in the lights, running down
her inner thigh.
Christa knew to watch her the rest of the night, noting who approached her. I was sure her nemesis would be among the visitors.
End of Part 28