Partially.

"Admit that you liked flashing him and maybe I won't ask you to be the town nudist." He said giving me the world most shit eating grin.

"I already told you it's funny ok. Don't joke about things like that, you could literally ruin my life."

"A little streaking never ruined anyones' life" John rolled his eyes at me.

"That wasn't streaking John, that was a whole ass conversation with a grown ass man!"

"Do you think he noticed how wet you got?" He asked me.

I turned beet red from humiliation instead of anger this time.

"What's that mean? Are you going to make me do more weird perverted shit?"

"I'm not going to make you do anything. You are going to be doing perverted things though." He laughed.

"How do you figure?" I asked. Skepticism putting from my face.

"Because from on I'm ordering you too perform one exhibitionist task a week."

Honestly, this could have been worse. "That's it?" Not sure why I asked that.

"How about this? You have to escalate it every week. Next week obviously has to be more daring than getting the mail naked, so start thinking of things, because it's going to take some imagination."

My mouth hung open. "That's going to get so bad! That's like fifty streaks a year please John, I don't enjoy this, and I'm not an exhibitionist."

"If you don't enjoy it just a teensy bit, then you won't have to do anything. Otherwise have fun learning about yourself!"

"Can I at least get dressed now then?" I asked incredulously.

"Nah, I don't think you should wear clothes on the property any more."

"Please John, this is too far. What if someone has company. I can't just be naked all the time. I got used to it when it's just you, but mom's going to freak."

"You're just going to tell her you enjoy being naked, and as for company, I don't think they'll mind a naked cheerleader at the dinner table. Oh, and I think it'd be nice to tell the truth. If anyone who sees you asks why you are naked, just tell them you are experimenting with exhibitionism"

"John, you're being unreasonable. This is too much..."

"So you're finally going to refuse an order?"

"I, I cant John."

"Then no more clothes for you on this property. Jesus, would you seriously go to class naked if I asked?" He asked stroking his beard menacingly.

"John please don't, I'd really rather not find out. Just because I'm obedient doesn't mean I won't hate you."

'Well, think about how much worse it could be! A weekly flash doesn't sound so bad compared to just making you naked all the time... Well cept at home.... And in the yard."

"John!? The yard?! What are you talking about?! I can't just be naked in the yard!"

"Sure you can, see, watch this, go water the plants."

"John please stop! I already flashed someone today!" My mouth shouted even as my hand reached for the handle. "This isn't fair" I pouted as I stepped out of the door.

"And don't cover up if someone sees you!" My miserable son of a bitch brother shouted behind me.

The sun had just started going down by this point. It was cooler than it had been there last time I had stood in this yard naked. My hand shook, but I did my best to dash to the water spigot. I quickly turned it on and began making my way around the yard, watering the flowers, bushes, and a few potted plants. The grass actually felt really nice squishing between my toes, and a cool mist fell off the hoses stream and passed softly on my body, giving it was out nice I wish I could say I got by unscathed, but I absolutely saw the blinds across the street move, and then a small slit appearing and remaining. When I was as far as the hose would reach, I quickly finished, dragged it back to its place and killed the hose. As emptying hos slowly wound into its coiling receptacle I couldn't help but think of that pair of eyes across the street staring at my squatted rear or my breasts swaying with each wrap of the coil. All that wetness is from the coil right? God I hope John is wrong about this.