The thing

“How are you feeling”, Marcie asked while holding my dress up and lightly patting my tattoo.

“It still stings a bit...but for the most part I'm just really cold.”

“Want to try wearing normal clothes again by tomorrow?”

“Yes, please!”

“Very well, it would be funnier not to, but I'm afraid we all have to make sacrifices. Still, before that we will do the big unveiling.”

Imperium Marcium has grown close to 100 Members, as such our old club room would simply no longer suffice as a throne-room. It was still in use for discussion between high level members, but Marcie wanted a bigger avenue where she could flaunt her power for all to see. The easy solution was to commandeer the auditorium. In her benevolence, Marcie allowed plays and sports to still being held, as long as they do it in her honor.

And it was here, that I was put on stage, in front of all of Imperium Marcium.

“Well then, members of Imperium Marcium, welcome!” Marcie was right next to me, speaking in a microphone. She dressed herself up as some kind of stage magician. It didn't suit her at all. “As you are all aware Gina got a tattoo roughly a week ago. The last week was really tough for her, so please give her a big applause.”

The audience did, I had no doubt that it was absolutely sincere.

“Now, I know you are all just dying with anticipation about just what exactly adorns Gina's lovely cheeks, provided Lindsey didn't spill the beans already.”

“Of course I didn't!”, came the shout from the front row.

“Excellent. I thank you all for your patience, I believe it will be worth it. Now Gina...”; Marcie said while guiding me to a certain spot in the middle of the stage. “Hm yes this should do nicely, stand like this and face the audience.”

“H-hey!”, I protested. “That's the wrong side!”

As much as I did not want to show so many people my butt, I wanted to show them my front even less. In any case that got plenty of chuckles from the audience.

“Aww, my little Ocelot! Be brave!” Marel was already in the process of pleasuring herself, displaying not a single lick of common sense or shame.

“It0s fine.” Marcie continued. “Your front will remain covered, see the thing is the auditorium is large and your butt is very small so we need a way to make it bigger.”

I didn't understand but then Marcie pointed to a camera that in turn was directly pointed at my backside and to a huge screen hanging above me.

“Oh”, I only managed to squeak out, which got the audience laughing once more.

“I think you get the picture, now I want you to remain eye contact with your audience. Since this punishment was initially thought up by the Gina loyalists I think its only fair that you give them your undivided attention. Make sure to smile and wave at them!”

True enough the seven girls sat in the front row, in the honor row that was otherwise filled with Marcie's top cadre. They all had a shit eating grin on their face as I smiled and waved at them.

I started to feel the heath again. This was bad. I didn't really think I would be particularly embarrassed being naked in front of Royal magnificent. But this wasn't my Royal magnificent anymore. There where even quite a lot boys here, who clearly where eager to finally getting a very close look on me. Last time they got a chance was during the infamous Leaders and Wildcats game and that was only a couple of them.

Right now I was about to expose myself to close to a 100 people. The thought made me feel light headed.

“Wow, you haven't even shown off anything yet, and you are already this red!”,Marcie pointed out. “Are you embarrassed, Gina?”

“Yes...”

“I can imagine. To make matters worse pictures are allowed. Indeed your posterior will be recorded for... posterity!”

There was a bit of **** laughter and coughing at that one. Yeah don't quit your day job Marcie.

“Alright we stalled long enough, I want you to slowly lift your dress up at the back until it is above your waist, do it like a curtsy.”

Right away I started to obey, my hands picked the dress and slowly started to raise it. I heard a clicking noise and knew there was now a giant life feed of my soon to be exposed butt right above my head.

You know, I slowly start to believe that my tattoo isn't the main attraction here.

“Stop” Marcie said just before my butt actually came into view. “Before we continue I have a request for the audience. Please refrain from any remarks that would indicate what exactly the tattoo is. Good. Continue. Little bit slower from here on out.”

I did, to be honest I just wanted to get it over with but I had **** but slowly and agonizing reveal more and more of my skin.

Soon enough there was a gasp in the audience. Followed by a gigantic gale of laughter.

“What?”, I could only ask, mortified. What the hell was on my butt? The idea that I was the only one in the entire auditorium that was still left in the dark about my very own body drove me nuts.

Marcie needed multiple motions to finally make the laughter subside.

“Alright, as many of you are aware, Gina does in fact not know what exactly is on her butt! As for how we achieved to keep it a secret from her...well I won't bore you with the details. Anyway, let's help her figure it out. But remember, be subtle! Yes, yes, Lindsey, you can go first. Now stop jumping up and down.”

“I guess you could say...”, Lindsey began with a grin. “It's very tasteful.”

“Pretty nice ass. Would make for a good volleyball player. Maybe I change my own punishment accordingly.”

“That is very nice, Rina but not what we are discussing here.”

“Umm...it's sweet? Also there are two shapes if that helps”, shared Emma.

“Ohhh....my little Ocelot...I had no idea that you had such tastes. You do not have to worry, we will incorporate them when we play next time.”

What the fuck?

“And now myself. If you think really long and hard about it, it really couldn't be anything else.” Marcie concluded. “Well then Gina, any ideas?”

Maybe if I wasn't in the process of exposing my butt to a huge audience I would be able to think straight. “Can you please just...tell me?”

“No dice, so?”

“Its a...penis isn't it?”

That got another round of laughter from the audience. They are easily entertained aren't they?

“My dick certainly doesn't look like that!”, one of the guys chirped in.

“Oh please, Gina give me some credit here”, Marcie continued. “Of course I'm not giving you a dick tattoo! Lindsey was actually right for once. It's very tasteful. In any case since you can't tell what it is we have to continue the game. You may drop your dress.”

I did, part relieved, part frustrated about this whole idiotic thing. “What do you mean...continuing?”

“Since you couldn't figure it out even with all these hints, you simply have to show off your tattoo to more people!”

There was a dramatic pause as Marcie drank in not just my reaction but the one from the audience as well. “From now on, if ever someone asks you to show your tattoo you will immediately comply and show them your left butt cheek for at least 10 seconds.”

I looked at her in utter and complete shock.

“It goes without saying that, under imperial law nobody is allowed to actually tell you what it is, but they are free to drop hints. And just so some of you don't get the wrong idea, absolutely no touching will be permitted. That means you as well, Marel.”

“But the rest of her body is still fair game right? I need my fix of touching my little Ocelot, or I shrivel up and...”

“Spare me the details. Yes, you can still touch her. Nobody else tough. Well at least for this week. We might allow some light touching later, so do your best to figure it by Friday.”

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“You can't be serious!” I politely screamed at Marcie. “Do you know how humiliating this is?”

My evil tormentor merely chuckled at that. “It's not all that different from when everyone got to touch your boobs right?”

“It's way different! At least I didn't have to expose my breasts for the whole school to see!”

“Wow, I don't remember the last time I actually saw you so furious.”

“Of course I am! This is awful, Marcie!”

Marcie had a weird look on her face. “When we started out you used to fake cry and beg all the time remember?”

“Not all of it was fake”, I mumbled.

“But now you actually trust me enough to be angry with me.” She petted my head again. “That...I'm really moved.”

Yeah, forgive me if I don't buy that. Like, at all. “I...if you are that moved you could go easy on me for once!”

“Aren't I doing that already?” Marcie smiled. “You are a smart girl Gina, you will figure what's on your butt by the end of the week, I promise.”

Seriously the hell is up with Marcie? These last few days she is just acting completely bipolar. “And then?”, I asked.

“And then” Marcie said. “We move on to the next punishment. Rina, Lindsey and finally...me.”