A Humiliating Reading.

Sara pulled John close, so she could read his collar. Then she said "Name: John Doe, Erect Penis Size: 5.16 in., and..." Her voice trailed off. "Oh my god!" she said loudly out of shock.

"Please don't say anything," John said, his face blushing a deep crimson color.

"What? What does it say?" asked Joanne curiously.

"Please be quiet," said John avoiding eye contact.

"It says Reason Instated: Stealing Megan Smith's wet panties! It's him! He's the one!" exlaimed Sara to her sister. John stood there, his face redder than a tomato, clearly embarrassed. Joanne just stood there in her binds, staring wide eyed at him.

"You're the pervert!" exlaimed Joanne.

"Please, I'm begging, shut up and stop judging, before someone hears you," John begged.

"Do you have any idea what Megan's going to do to you?" asked Sara.

"I'm hoping she'll take me out of the program, and I can make up for it some other way," John responded.

"If I were her, I'd make your life hell," said Sara. "Why did you steal her underwear anyway?" she asked.

"It's not important," John said blushing even harder.

"Did you smell them?" Sara taunted.

"Shut up!" John yelled clearly embarrassed.

"I bet you did," said Sara teasing him. "Maybe you even rubbed them on your penis, you pervert," she continued.

"Shut the fuck up!" John yelled at her.

"So, do you have a crush on her?" Sara asked. "Do you think about her when you masturbate?"

"God damn it! Yes! Alright yes! Is that what you fucking wanted to hear? Did you want me to humiliate myself and admit that? I get it! I'm fucking sick! Just shut up! Please!" John screamed at her, tears falling from his eyes.

There was silence for a few moments. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that stuff," Sara said.

"I don't mean to interupt, but you owe us something," said Joanne.

"Okay, but I can't do it until we get to Megan's house," said Sara.

"Alright fine, just make sure you do it," said Joanne.

Then they continued walking.