Not with her mouth full!

Betsie looked anywhere except for at Tom, she was too ashamed. She knew her face was beet red but at the same time knew her face wasn't what Tom was looking at; it was at her fingers as they pinched her nipples. "Why were you naked yesterday?"

"What?" The question caught Betsie off guard.

"Why were you naked yesterday?" Tom repeated.

"'Cos my Mum told me." She didn't sound certain. Betsie tried to remember why she had left the house naked yesterday; a lot had happened since.

"What? So she told you to go outside naked?" Tom was confused.

"No." Betsie was also confused. She racked her brain to try and remember what had happened. "I was going, she told me, I said." Then it hit her that it was none of Tom's business. "Anyway it's none of your business what happened." Diplomacy was not a strength of Betsie; antagonising a person that has complete control over you is never a good idea.

Tom was understandably put out. "Do as you're told and tell me what happened."

Betsie immediately retold the tale. "I was on the way out the house when my Mum said 'Now do as you're told and take off those slutty clothes!' I kept walking while stripping until I was completely naked but by the time I had removed all the slutty clothes I was outside."

"Awesome." Tom seemed awestruck by the tale. "Now do as you're told and take off those slutty clothes!" parroted Tom with a huge smile on his face. Betsie didn't move. "Eh?" said a confused Tom.

Betsie was surprised when her body didn't respond to the order. She wondered why this order did nothing. A smile appeared on Betsie's face. He had said 'slutty' clothes and Betsie wasn't wearing slutty clothes. "Oh well! Looks like you're losing your touch loser!" Antagonising a person that has complete control over you is NEVER a good idea.

"Do as you're told and take off your clothes!" Tom shouted with frustration. He didn't like it when people mocked him. This time Betsie's body responded. She peeled her T-Shirt off and dropped it on the floor. The smile returned to Tom's face as he watched with rapt attention. Betsie reached round to unclasp her bra. "Why didn't it work the first time?" Tom asked. Betsie didn't say anything as her bra joined her T-shirt on the floor. "Do as ... "

"Because you said slutty," Betsie blurted out. She took a deep breath as she undid the button on her jeans. "You told me to take off my slutty clothes but I wasn't wearing any. Jeans and a T-Shirt is not slutwear." Betsie kicked off her trainers and slid her jeans down her legs.

"Still you didn't have to be mean about it." Tom couldn't decide what he wanted to stare at most; Betsie's hanging tits or her panties. Her jeans were now in a heap on the floor. She lifted her right foot to remove her sock. "I think you should be punished for calling me a loser." Betsie switched feet. Now Betsie had one item of clothing left. Her hands touched the waistband of her panties when, "Do as you're told and give yourself a massive wedgie!"

Betsie's hands immediately grabbed the back of her panties and pulled as hard as possible, forcing as much material into Betsie's butt crack as possible. She was taken by surprise. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Tom burst out laughing. "It's not funny you fucker!" Betsie cried out between gritted teeth. However Betsie's hands weren't done. Her left hand went in her panties and her right fingers held her nether lips open. "No!" screamed Betsie when she realised what was happening. Her right hand gathered the front material of her panties into a thin strip. "No. No you fucking don't!" PULL "FUUCCCKKKEEEERRRRSSSSS!"

"That was awesome!" Tom said when Betsie stopped screaming.

"No it wasn't you little shit. It fucking hurts." Betsie could see her pussy lips wrapped around her panties.

"I wanna closer look."

Betsie couldn't help it. It was an instinct, a reflex. She twisted to cover her body and shouted, "Keep away from me you, you." At the last second Betsie showed some restraint but it was too late.

Tom frowned. "Do as you're told and face me." Betsie obeyed. "Do as you're told and spread your arms and legs as far as possible." Betsie's body formed a giant 'X'. "What were you going to call me?" asked Tom with a sly smile on his face. Betsie remained silent. Tom stood and walked over to Betsie. He grabbed the top of her panties and with every word gave a sharp tug. "What. Were. You. Going. To. Call. Me? What. Were. You."

Betsie couldn't take any more. "Freak!" she shouted. "I was going to call you a freak."

Tom stopped tugging. He marvelled at the way her pussy folded round her panties. He bent down for a closer inspection. Betsie could feel his breath on her lips and shivered. An old school memory came to mind, one in which a group of boys had called him a freak. Out of the corner of his eye Tom saw yesterday's boxers on the floor. He had meant to put them in the washing pile earlier but hadn't actually got around to it. He leaned across and picked them up. Standing, he held them in front of Betsie's face. "Do as you're told and open your mouth." Betsie's jaw dropped and Tom began stuffing his boxers into her mouth. Betsie thought about resisting but knew that, ultimately, it was pointless. When Tom had stuffed as much in her mouth as possible he said, "Do as you're told and close your mouth." Betsie complied. She knew there was not chance of talking her way out of this. A shudder went through her body.

"At school these boys called me a freak once, it was after some kind of sports class." Tom looked at Betsie for a response. All she could do was mumble. Tom continued. "I was getting dressed when they called me a freak. When I didn't respond one of them gave me a wedgie." Tom tugged Betsie's panties, eliciting more mumbles. "The thing is the boys kept pull higher and higher." Tom pulled higher. Betsie shouted into the boxers. "Until they split."

Betsie's eyes shot open.