Under the shirt

Note.1: this story will have ENM, CFNM, SPANKING.
Main theme of this story will be a young man wearing only a shirt reaching just barely under his butt.
He will not have access to any other clothes.
Women and girls will have easy access to his butt and to his other naughty parts.

Hope you will like it. Pleasant reading.

Milton leaned on the door into a cinema hall.
In an attempt to open it, without using his hands.
In which he was carrying a cup of big soda and big nachos.
Suddenly the door behind him disappeared, and he fell backwards.
Milton gasped when he hit the floor.
He felt something wet on his belly.
As he felt, the drink and food mixed together and soiled his clothes.
“OH, god. Are you alright?” Asked a concerned woman's voice.
Milton looked up, leaning over him he saw an older woman, probably in her forties closer to fifties.
She was still holding the door opened with one hand.
So she was the reason for his fall.
Milton carefully stood up, he felt as the mix of cola and nachos moved from his shirt to his pants.
“Great, now I ruined my pants too” Milton thought.
“I am alright,” he started to explain “I just need to go back to the hotel and change.”
“You can't go like this.” The unknown woman said.
“Let me help you.”
“That's not necessary. ''
Milton started explaining.
He wasn't very comfortable when he received attention from women.
Especially when he was looking like a young boy with his dirty clothes.
“Nonsens, it was my fault.” the woman said.
“Let's go.”
She authoritatively took his hand, and led him into the back corridor.
“We need to clean you, before you can go anywhere.”
She explained as they passed the section with the toilets.
Milton must have looked confused when they left the mens toilet behind.
Because the women said.
“We need something more private. Don't worry honey we are here.”
And she stopped.
“I can't..” Milton started.
But she just dragged him inside the room for mothers with small childrens.
Inside there was a sink, toilet and table for changing diapers.
It was surprisingly spacious.
“Now let's clean you.”
The woman said after she locked the door.
“I am Helen by the way.” She introduced herself.
“Milton.”
“Lovely, name.” Helen said and smiled at him.
“Now, take that shirt off.” She said with one hand stretched in front of her.
Milton looked at her hand and then to her eyes.
He wanted to say that is not necessary. But her expression tells him she is serious about it.
He reluctantly took his shirt off, and gave it to Helen.
She turned around and started to wash it in the sink.
With her back to him, she was still watching him in the mirror.
He was hugging himself.
In an attempt to hide his naked torso.
“Shy one” Helen thought “good.”
“So you are not local?” She casually asked.
“You mentioned a hotel.”
Milton looked at her and their eyes met through mirror reflection.
He quickly looked down.
“I just moved here for a job. But I haven't found an apartment yet.”
He explained.
Helen raised an eyebrow.
“A job, how old are you? Anyway.”
Milton rolled his eyes.
He gets this question a lot.
He looked younger than he was, with his smaller frame.
“26” he answered.
Helena nodded and continued washing his t-shirt.
Then she turned to him.
“Now the pants.” She commanded.
Milton looked at her with shock.
But her expression didn't change.
She was serious, she wanted him to take his pants off.
He reluctantly did it, unable to resist her authority.
In his underwear he handed the pants to Helen.
She looked at them assessing their condition.
There was a big dark wet and sticky spot on the front of the pants.
“Gee, it looks like I peed myself.” Thought Milton.
“If I didn't know, I would think you had an accident. “
Helen said with a smile and winked at him.
She didn't need to specify which accident she meant.
It was embarrassingly obvious.
Milton lowered his eyes and blushed.
She reached into a pocket and took Miltons phone and wallet from them.
Then she put the pants into the sink.
And with a smile she hid his phone and wallet into her purse.
All of it happened so fast Milton didn't have a chance to protest. She now had all of his stuff, he was traped.
Helen must guess what he is thinking, because she said.
“Don't worry lamb, I will keep it safe.”
Tone of her voice was calming and soothing.
It reminded Milton of his mother and his favorite teacher.
Helen started to wash his pants together with the shirt.
Few seconds she was focusing on his clothes.
Milton was watching her beck. Now wearing only his briefs, he was nervous.
“So what movie did you want to go?” Helen asked.
Milton again looked into a mirror where their eyes met.
“Summer 87.” He answered meekly.
Helena smiled, “good one I was on it yesterday. If you want I can join you. When we finish here.”
Milton looked surprised, why would she want to go with him.
Especially after she saw him in his underwear.
Suddenly Helen said, “Milton, be a good boy and give me your underwear.”
“WHat?” Milton asked with panic in his voice.
Helen smiled again looking at him with gentle eyes.
“Your underwear, lamb. They are dirty too, we need to wash them.”
Milton squeezed his waistband.
As if he was worried his underwear would disappear.
Did she really just say that?
“Don't worry, lamb. I can turn if you need some privacy.” Helen suggested.
As if that would help.
Even if she couldn't see him in the mirror. He would still be naked in a small room with a woman he just met.
And with all his clothes in the sink he would be in her mercy.
He already was, she had his phone and wallet.
So far she was helpful, and nice to him.
He gulped and not seeing any other way he turned around.
Rather showing her his butt than his front.
After a few deep breaths he took his underwear down to his knees, from where they fell to his ankles.
There they stay stuck over his sandals.
Helen carefully watched how Milton's butt appeared in front of her.
She couldn't help and licked her lips.
“Damn that is one gorgeous butt.” She thought.
“Wonder what the front looks like.”
But she decided to act slow, not wanting to scare Milton.
With his back to her abd one hand still covering his penis, he tries to take his briefs off and give them to Helen.
“Let me help you.” she said and kneeled next to him.
As she did that she was on level with his hips.
Milton started covering his penis with both his hands.
So Helen could only enjoy looking at the curve of his buttcheeks.
Which she did with pleasure.
Then she started to take off his left sandal.
It wasn't necessary for taking his underwear off.
But Helen decided she wanted him totally bare.
Without a stitch of clothing.
In his birthday suit.
When she took the sandal off she looked at Milton and instructed him to step from his underwear.
Same with his right foot.
After he did it.
Helen didn't say a word.
She just took his last piece of clothing and added it into a sink.
Then she looked at Milton from head to toes.
Standing there naked, covering his crotch and slightly crouching.
He almost trembled.
She could tell he was anxious, clearly this was his first time to be naked infront a woman.
“OH you are perfect,” she thought.
Helen had a thing for younger men.
And after a long time she had one in front ofher.
If she plays this right she could have so much fun with him.
She already had him naked and in her mercy.
Helen didn't want to frighten him, so she didn't try to look what he was hiding under his hands.
Besides, she prefered butts.
For now she let him stand there naked and ****.
She pretended for a few minutes that she was washing his clothes.
Occasionally watching him in the mirror.
Asking him questions, and acting as if this was a normal situation.
Then she strikes.
“Oh lamb, I am affride they are ruined. I can't clean them.”
She said with worry in her voice.
in front ofMilton could react she put all of his wet clothes into the trash bin.
Took a plastic trash bag out and said to him.
“Wait here.” And then she left.
It happened so fast Milton had no chance to react.
What could he do anyway, he was naked in a public bathroom.
He couldn't stop her.
Even if he wasn't frozen in place from shock.
As he just saw all his clothes disappear.
He started pacing around.
He had no phone to call for help.
Even if he had it, who would he call?
He didn't know anyone in this city.
He was stuck, there was no chance he would go and find someone to help him.
After what felt like hours but was probably just fifteen minutes, the door opened.
Which startled Milton, he closed his eyes in shock.
In a foolish attempt: if I can't see them they can see me.
“You are still here, good.”
Helen said as she returned.
Milton didn't know what possessed him, he hugged her.
“I tought, you left me here.”
He managed to say quietly.
Still hugging her, with his head in cleavage.
Helen looked down at him, and hugged him too.
He shivered when her hands touched his nude back.
“It's all right, lamb.” Helen said, and her hand moved slowly lower.
Stopped right over his buttocks.
When Milton didn't move or flinch, she took it as yes.
And gently patted his buttcheek.
It was a light, affectionate touch.
She felt how the boy's tension disappeared.
He clearly enjoyed it.
They stay in embrace for a few seconds.
Milton's hands never moved from the small of her back.
Helen's hands stayed on his butt, gently squeezing and massaging his cheeks.
She could feel his penis on her front.
She could feel that he is slowly growing. Her playing with his butt had its effect.
But she didn't want to rush and look.
Milton was first to interrupt the embrace.
He moved his hand over his crotch, trying to cover his growing erection.
Helen stopped fondling his butt and he took one step back.
“Can I have my clothes back please.” He pleaded.
“I am sorry I threw them away, they were completely destroyed.”
She could see shock in his eyes.
“But I have replacment for you.” She quickly assured him.
Milton exhaled, happy he will be able to put some clothes on.
But his happiness was premature.
When Helen took from her purse some fabric and gave it to him.
He had bad premonitions.
With a trembling hand he took it, still trying to hide his penis and balls with his other hand.
He was successful thanks to his not much impressive endowment.
He was a grower not a shower.
Holding the piece of fabric he tried to spread it out.
“Here let me,” said Helen when she saw how he was fighting with it.
She took the clothes back and spread it infront of him.
It was a shirt.
But it looked like it was old, color was faded, the neck hole looked stretched and it was longer than usual.
Milton looked at it with suspicion.
But he had ****.
“You don't want it?” Asked Helen.
Milton panicked, tore it from her hands and quickly tried to put it over his head.
Helen smirked as she watched Milton's penis and balls pop up from behind his hand.
He looked cute down there, proportional to his small body.
She was curious how he looks when he is hard.
But there was time for that.
For now she watched as Milton awkwardly tried to put a shirt over his head and cover his slender body.
In his nervousness it took him a little longer to put the shirt on.
Which got Helen time to enjoy the view at his penis.
Which was twitching as hilariously jumping as Milton moved.
He finally put the shirt on and to his relief, it reached to his tights.
So everything was covered, for now.
He was sure if he moved too much or too fast.
The shirt wouldn't cover him.
But it wasn't important, after he put pants on.
He looked at Helen, who was observing him.
And waited for her to get him the rest of his new clothes.
But after a few seconds Milton started to have an uncomfortable feeling in his guts.
Tugging the hem of his shirt down he asked.
“Helen, can I have pants?”
“I am sorry lamb, but I had time to buy only this shirt. But it is ok. It looks good on you.”
Milton couldn't believe what he just heard.
“But I need pants.” He said almost hysterically.
Helen took a step closer to him.
“Honney, it's all right. Everything important is covered. And I like how you look.”
Milton try to comprehend what was happening.
His situation was way better than a few minutes before.
But to be wearing only a stretched t-shirt which barely reached under his butt, wasn't a win for him.
Then he realized something.
“You like how I look?” He asked with confusion.
Helen noded.
“You look cute in that shirt.”
She said and with a finger she lifted his chin.
They were looking into eachother eyes.
“Now when you are decent. How about we go to watch that movie?”
“I ,I can't go like this,” he protested.
“Nonsens, honey. After you put these on you will be ready for our date.”
Said Helen and giggled.
Then she took another thing from her purse.
For a second Milton hoped that it will be pants.
But his hopes disappeared as Helen put a pair of flip flops on the floor.
She kneeled in front of him and waited for him to put them on.
Milton looked around him looking for his sandals but they were gone.
Reluctantly he put the flip flops on.
Tugging the hem of his shirt down, so Helen couldn't see under it.
“Perfect, let's go.”
Said Helen after Milton put the shoes on.
She left the bathroom and walked away.

Milton tried to catch up with Helen, as she walked into the main lobby.
But in his new outfit it wasn't easy.
Mainly because he was wearing only a long shirt which barely covered his butt.
With his hands he tugged the hem of the shirt down, so his penis wouldn't show.
But doing so he risked his buttcheeks popping out.
Except for the shirt he was wearing only flip-flops.
Which made a loud noise on the floor.
Helen didn't look back if Milton followed her.
She knew he had ****.
After she managed to strip him naked and took his phone and wallet.
He could just follow her as a good puppy.
And hoped she will give him some proper clothing.

When she arrived at the cash register, her smile grew.
Instead of the boy who sold her tickets before.
Now there was a young girl.
Emily was on her nametag.
Helen waited till Milton catch up with her.
“Can I have two ticket on Summer 87”
Helen asked.
The cashier looked at her with a professional smile, and then at Milton.
“Of course, but this movie is from 18. I need to see your son's ID.”
“OH Milton is not my son.” Said Helen and handed his ID to Emily.
“He is a friend.”
Explained Helen, but how she said friend. Makes Emily to smile mischievously.
After she checked Milton's ID.
She gives it back to Helen, and gives a nice smile to Milton.
Who blushed and looked down.
He was awkward around the girls. And in his current outfit, it was way worse.
After Emily printed tickets, Helen ordered a big popcorn bucket and two big sodas.
When Emily prepared it Helen said to Milton.
“Please take it, I will handle the tickets”
Milton looked at the food on the counter.
Thinking about how to handle it.
But Helen interrupted his thoughts.
“Here, take this first.”
She said and put the popcorn bucket against his chest.”
“Hug it.”
Milton did as he was told.
“Now, you can take one soda into each hand.”
Explained Helen and without waiting. She put cups into Milton's hands.
Now holding the popcorn bucket only with his forearms against his chest. And his hands filled with soda cups.
He was powerless.
Which was exactly what Helen wanted.
“Be careful, you can afford another accident. You wouldn't want to lose these clothes.”
Helen said.
Milton looked at her with fear.
Then he looked at the cute cashier girl.
Who reciproced his look.
Which caused Milton to blush and look down.
“Lets go,” Helen commanded and Milton started carefully walking to the cinema hall.
He was so preoccupied by holding the food.
He didn't watch what was happening around him.
Helen took her chance and gently lifted Milton's shirt, exposing his bare butt to Emily.
Helen put her finger against her lips in a shushing gesture.
Emily was able to control her surprise when the naked buttcheeks appeared befor her.
She looked at them and then at the women.
Both of them exchanged knowing looks.
Helen let the shirt fall back.
And Milton, oblivious to what had just happened, still walked to the cinema hall.