Baby Dick
Submitted By: idealsub

                 Baby Dick

Walking through the front door, arriving home from cheerleading practice,
Laura jumped back a bit in surprise when she saw Christy come bolting down
the stairs.

"Oh, it's you. Phewf! You scared me. I thought it might've been your
Mother coming home early from work!" Christy sheepishly confessed, slowing
down a bit.

"I scared you? It's more like the other way around! What's the big rush
anyways? And also, where's the little twerp?" she asked, referring
to her younger stepbrother Richard. He preferred to be called Rich, but
his stepmother refused to shorten his name, and just to piss him off, his
stepsister also insisted on calling him Richard. But on any given day when
she was feeling extra nasty, she'd just called him Dick. Worst thing was,
his evil stepmother tolerated it.

"You're the one who wanted a shorter name. Deal with it!" his stepmom had
told him, happy that her daughter used the other shorter version of his

He hated being called that more than anything else, due to the
embarrassing fact that he had a small penis. It wasn't just a small penis,
it was an extra-small penis, and to make matters worse, for years his
bragging about the opposite. He was 'Hung like a Horse' is what he told
people, yet very few believed him, especially his stepsister.

"Well, all I can say is that today, revenge tasted sweet!" Christy said
with a shit-eating-grin.

"I still don't get why you hang around my nerdy stepbrother. If you keep
it up, people will soon be labelling you a 'Nerd' as well. You realise
that, don't you? People ~will~ begin to talk if you keep it up!" Laura
warned the young teenaged girl who just happened to live a few doors down,
shooting her down, yet once again.

There had always been some animosity between the two of them due age
difference, so Christy took on the defensive, standing up for herself
while explaining the whole situation.

"I'll have you know ~Laura~, that at first, ~all~ I wanted to do was jus
check out your basement. Rich had bragged to everyone at school that he
owned all the video games ever created, ~plus~ he also said he also had a
gigantic flat-screen, the giggest speakers known to mankind, and that it
was all hooked with super-surround sound. But what ended up happening, and
I don't think you're aware of this, is that Rich and I made a few bets at
first when we got to playing. Embarrassing bets, if you know what I mean.
Kind of like strip poker," she began to say with a blush, recalling the
first time they had played together.




"Come on! A bet's a bet!" Richard had whined, egging Christy on to remove
her bra.

They'd just played another set of Wii tennis, and even though it had taken
a while, he had beaten her fair and square, six to four. What wasn't fair
was the hidden camera that was secretly pointed at her.

"I can't believe I'm about to show my boobs to the biggest nerd in
school!" Christy had moaned, as she unclipped her bra and embarrassingly
let it fall to the floor. Just as agreed upon, she had turned around to
face him, with her arms to the side, with her big boobs in full view, and
in a loud voice, very annoyingly began to count to ten.

"There! Are you happy?" she had snapped at him still bare-chested when she
finally finished counting.

"Just one more thing..." he had said with a smirk, "... ~smile for the
camera!~" As he motioned over his shoulder behind him, pointing to the
webcam that was secretly hidden somewhere recording everything.

Pulling out his small i-pad and storing the video in a secure place in
incredible lightning speed, Richard had turned the screen around and
showed Christy that he hadn't been lying to her. In crystal clarity she
saw herself counting to ten, completely topless, wearing only a skimpy
pair of black panties.

"You've got to be kidding me!" she had said in an irate voice, quickly
getting re-dressed.

"You shouldn't have called me a nerd," he had said calmly. "But, I'll be
nice. If you don't want me showing this video to our fellow classmates,
all you got to is come over every couple of days and we'll play videogames
together. We'll be like video game buddies! That's all."

Hence began her forced friendship with Richard, the neighbourhood geek. It
took her two weeks to finally remedy the situation, and when she did, she
got hers and then some.




"But that's all ancient history. You can say I just won the biggest bet
~ever~, and if you run upstairs right now, so can sort of do the same
thing!" Christy said with a smirk as she made her way past Laura and out
the front door. "Oh, and by the way, bring a camera with you! You're going
to owe me one after this!"

With a puzzled look on her face, Laura suddenly heard the unmistakable
sound of her bratty stepbrother coming from upstairs.


Climbing up the stairs, wondering which room he was in, Laura came to a
sudden halt in front of the bathroom door which was halfway open.

ANY MINUTE NOW!" Richard whined some more.


Immediately putting her hand to her mouth in total shock, followed by an
unsuppressed giggle, Laura saw her half naked little stepbrother
handcuffed with his arms perfectly secured over his head. Not only that,
but he was only wearing a towel around his waist, it was clear that he had
just lost all his body hair.

"Oh... my... God!" was the first thing out of Laura's mouth.

"Uh... hi Laura..." Richard began to say all bug-eyed, followed by, "...
uh, nothing to see here! Seriously, come on, just get out, okay? Get out!"

"Well, well, well..." she began, slowly sashaying into the washroom, "...
what do we have here? Looks like you're kind of trapped there, doesn't
it?" Laura said all giggly.

"Listen, Laura..." he tried to think fast, but nothing was coming to him,
"... I'm really sorry for all the mean things I might've done to you in
the past. All those stupid immature pranks..."

"You mean like the time stole all my undies, put them in a bucket of
water, and then placed them in the freezer overnight?!?" she cut him off.

"Yeah, I guess that was kind of silly of me..." he said before being
interrupted again.

"You ~guess~ that was kind of silly of you?" she challenged him.

"Ok, you're right! It was totally wrong! It was totally immature of me.
But listen, do you see the key on the counter right there..." he nodded
with his head, "... if you could just unlock these handcuffs, uh-uh, I-I-
I'll really really owe you big-time!" he said sheepishly.

"Or how about the time you lifted my skirt at Aunt Edna's, right in front
of Greg, Gary, and George!" Laura described, recalling the embarrassment
she had endured in front of her male cousins.

"And how later on that ~same~ afternoon, when we were all in the pool, you
tried to untie my bikini top how many times again? Six or seven times,

"Uh... uh... again, I'm real sorry. You're right, that was really stupid
of me," he continued to backpedal, and very regrettably let out a nervous
laugh at the end of his sentence.

"Oh, so you thought it was both stupid and funny, is that it?" she
challenged him.

"No, no, no... it's just, uh... uh... the guys were egging me on to do it,
and well, uh, I didn't want seem like a chicken or anything..." Richard
admitted, before being cut off again.

"So it was ~their~ fault, is that what you're saying?"

"Well... yes... no... kind of...uh... uh... I just didn't want to look
like a wimp. Please, let me make it up to you. Just unlock me, and...
and... I'll do all your house chores for a month, okay?"

Ignoring his question she continued her approach until she was standing
right next to him, eyeing him up and down.

"Besides looking trapped, you're also looking kind of hairless! I mean,
wow! Would you look at those bald armpits!" Laura said with a smirk as she
focused her attention there for a second, before moving on to his lower

"And those legs!" she continued teasing him. "Your legs are to die for!
Who would've known?" she asked sarcastically.

"So, just so I can get this straight, getting back to why you tried to
strip me in front of our cousins, you said you were trying to prove to
Greg Gary and George that you were a ~real~ man? Is that it? Because let
me tell you, from where I'm standing, it looks as though you haven't even
hit puberty yet!" she snickered, making fun of his bald body.

"Speaking of which..." Laura narrowed her eyes menacingly and tilted her
head down a bit and focused on his crotch area.

'Oh God!' Richard thought to himself, realising things were going from bad
to even worse. His only hope now was for his stepmother to come home
sooner than expected. She wasn't due back for at least another half an
hour, so all he could do was pray for a miracle.

"... for years now I've heard you bragging to almost ~everyone~ on how big
you are down there, on how you were a true freak of nature! That you were
practically a living tripod!" And just as the last word left her mouth,
her eyes lit up, and ran out of the bathroom to go and get something.

"Speaking of tripods," she said with a giggle as she came back with a
camcorder with it's stand. Positioning it right in front of him and
hitting the record button, Richards face turned red in sync with the
flashing red light, indicating she was recording everything that was
taking place.

"~Smile for the camera~" Laura teased, as she made sure the angle was just

"So, what were we talking about again? Oh yeah that's true, we were
talking about how massive you're dick was, right?" she mocked him, as
Richard just continued to blush uncontrollably. Frowning a bit, she
couldn't help torturing him some more.

"You know what's weird? From this angle here, there's no real ~bulge~
coming from behind that towel!"

'Oh God... oh God...' Richard continued to panic in his mind.

"Maybe it's because your towel's wrapped in the front, and all that extra
material's camouflaging that monster cock of yours..." Laura toyed with
him some more, "... who knows, maybe you really ~are~ massive down there?
But do you want to know what I'm ~really~ wondering?" Laura continued, but
was quick, not allowing him a chance to answer, "What I'm really
wondering, is if you're ~completely~ hairless all over? Do you know what I
mean?" As she smirked some more, deliberately glancing down to his crotch
area again.

"I am, okay? Just take my word for it!" Richard defended himself the only
way he knew how. "Are you happy?!?"

"You mean to tell me she shaved you ~everywhere~, and got rid of ~all~
your nasty little boy hairs?" Laura's eyes narrowed disbelievingly,
without losing her smirk.

"I took a Miracle Bath, okay?" Richard finally admitted. "I even wore
Mom's pink shower cap and everything! There, are you happy?!?" Referring
to the new hair removal product that was just recently released onto the
market. His stepmother happened to have a bottle of the expensive stuff on
hand, and just by pouring a bit of the pink liquid into a bathtub, it
guaranteed immediate results that lasted much much longer than shaving.

"You used Mom's new stuff?!?" Laura began, before almost dying of
laughter. Once she recovered she asked him with total seriousness, "You
~do~ realise that stuff keeps you hairless off a ~long long~ time, right?
Like up to six months!" she let him know, before laughing it up a bit
more. "You silly silly boy!"

"Okay... what do you want? Tell me, and I'll do it," Richard pleaded
seeing no other way out. She was eyeing his towel like there was no
tomorrow, so the only option left in Richard's mid was to bargain. Not
just to bargain, in this case, it was going to take some extreme

"So you're willing to do ~anything~ I say, is that it? Am I hearing you
clearly?" she asked with her evil smirk.

Knowing full well the camera was still rolling, Richard took a deep
breath, closed his eyes, and finally replied that dreaded seven letter
word, "Anything."

Seeing this as a chance of a lifetime, Laura decided to begin with some
embarrassing questions.

"Okay then, would you wear ~a dress~ to school for Halloween?" Laura asked
him with a smile on her face, being that the holiday was just a couple
weeks away.

"Yes, I'd wear a dress to school for Halloween," he agreed almost too
quickly, not even realising what he was saying.

"Really?" she giggled a bit before continuing. "But wouldn't you be

"Well, yeah." Richard answered truthfully. Confused by her question at
first, he soon realised her goal here was just to torture him verbally,
and to make him squirm as much as possible.

"Would you wear ~frilly panties too~?" Laura asked teasingly, giggling as
she finished her phrase.

Not wanting to answer, but also knowing it was pointless to argue, Richard
focused on his toes and told her what she wanted to hear.

"Yes..." he gulped, "... I'd also wear frilly panties."

"What? You'd wear ~girls~ panties to school? Frilly lacy ~girly~ panties?"
Laura's voice broke out of character, sounding like she was in total
disbelief, while in reality she had a huge grin on her face and was
motioning him to respond accordingly.

"Yes..." he breathed in quickly, still as red as a tomato, "... I'd wear
lacy girls' panties to school."

Praying that this was merely verbal abuse, and that shouldn't actually
make him do it, Laura decided to take a new route, and humiliate him on a
whole new level.

"Okay, just one more thing, since you say you're really ready to do
~anything~," her evil grin reappeared, "Beg me to remove your towel!"
Laura said with total wraith in her voice.

Swallowing hard, Richard took a shot and decided to avoid her question by
going a different direction, one that was just as equally embarrassing,
but slightly less worse.

"I have a small... d-dick, okay? Are you happy?!?" Richard finally
confessed to his older stepsister, hoping she might feel sorry for him and
let him go.

The problem was, for the past five years now, basically ever since the two
of them originally met, Richard had always boasted that he had a ~very~
big dick. He even went as far as telling people that it was so gargantuan,
that he sometimes felt faint if he got an erection too quickly.

"Excuse me? Wait... what did you just say?" Laura said with narrowing

"I lied, okay? I d-don't have a big... penis," he confessed for a second
time, blushing even more than the first time.

Giggling to herself, Laura loved this new found power, and just couldn't
help but toy with him some more.

"So how small is it then?" she asked him point blank.

"Uh... uh.."

"You're taking too long," she warned him as she reached out for his towel.

"Uh... it's very small, okay? Y-you don't need to see it!" Richard told
her, practically begging.

"You know what? I just got an idea, don't move!" Laura said mockingly as
she headed out to go retrieve a few things.

Coming back with a big fat black marker, and a large sheet of cardboard,
Richard only had his eyes on the third item she had brought with her, his
laptop. With his mouth wide open, and with weakened knees, he seriously
started to panic.

"Look what I found laying on your bed? Plus, it was still on!" Laura said

"Oh, come on! Really not cool! Leave my computer out of this! Quit being a
bitch!" He said, raising his voice a little, but then regretting that
word he had used. It had just escaped his mouth uncontrollably.

Stopping in her tracks, she challenged him, "~What~ did you just call me?"

"I... I... uh... uh..." Richard started, but couldn't find any words to

"I wonder if you're still logged into FaceBook?" she said with evil
intent. "Oh my God, you ~are~! You know what? I think ~someone~ needs a
new profile picture!"

At which point she took out her i-pod, clicked a quick picture of him, and
emailed it to his computer. Retrieving the picture from his emails,
Richard sobered up to the fact that she wasn't just fucking around, she
was dead serious.

"Hey wait a minute! You can't go through my emails like that!" He said in
panic. "I'm ~so~ going to tell Mom when she gets home!" he threatened,
trying to sound as scary and as threatening as possible.

"Let's see, what should I write? How should I title your new profile
picture? Oh, I know, I'll just keep it as truthful as possible," she said
with a giggle, as she started typing away.

From the distance from where he was standing, he could see part of the
screen, and knew she wasn't just joking. What he also saw was that she was
literally seconds away from changing his profile picture for real.

Happy with her final wording, she gleefully read it out loud the caption
that would be posted along with the picture.

"Just lost a bet to the girl next door... sucks being me!" Laura read out
loud with a smile on her face, and then added, "I even added a sad face at
the end of the sentence, just to make look more authentic."

With just one click left to make it official, Laura held her finger in the
air, and glared at him.

"~So~, do I have you're ~complete~ attention now?" she asked with true
vengeance in her heart.

"I'm sorry I called you a bitch, okay? Just tell me what you want, and
I'll do it!" Richard spat out in total haste, regardless of the

With a triumphant smile of victory, she put his laptop aside, and grabbed
the other things she had brought with her; a black felt marker, and a big
piece of cardboard.

"You're simply going to read out loud what's on this cue card, that's it,
that's all!" Laura said all matter-of-factly, with a smug grin creeping up
on her face, making it sound like it was going to be a piece of cake.

As her marker squeaked away, Richard was already dreading to see what she
was going to make him say, but also at the same time, he was trying to
condition himself mentally, telling himself that they were only just
words. 'Just read out what she wants, and it'll all be over soon,' he
tried to make himself believe.

Doing her best to keep a straight face, not wanting to crack up during his
embarrassing announcement, she simply said two words that just oozed with

"Read it!"

After gulping a few times, Richard conceited defeat, turned redder than a
tomato, and finally read out loud what was written in front of him.

"Hi. My name is Richard Williamson..." he took a two second pause, and
sheepishly continued, "... and I have a wittle penis."

Suppressing her desire to laugh out loud, Laura raised her voice loud
enough so that the microphone could hear her, and on cue she asked
mockingly, "How wittle is it?"

Reading the last few words that were written in bold letters, he replied
with shame, "It's very wittle."

Closing his eyes with total embarrassment, Richard wasn't prepared for
what was coming next. Still with his eyes closed, Laura slowly leaned
forward and reached for his towel. And with one easy and fast tug,
Richards towel was soon gone from his waist, making him 100% naked in
front of his stepsister and the video camera that was still recording.

"Oh... my... God..." Laura began to say, while giggling at the same time,
"... you ~really~ weren't kidding, were you?! You've got a baby dick! Just
like in the movie Scream, but only for real!"

Being that his penis really was freakishly small, and as of recently
completely hairless, Richard said nothing and kept trying to hide from the
camera by turning his hips from side to side, but by the way he was
positioned, and with all the mirrors that were everywhere lining the
walls, it was quite literally impossible to escape the camera's view.

"From now on, you're new name's going to be baby dick! You got that, baby
dick? I mean, Jeez, you literally look like a two year old!" Laura
informed him, before convulsing into more uncontrollable laughter.

After a good thirty to forty seconds on non stop giggling, Richard had
finally had enough and made the dreaded mistake in calling his stepsister
a bitch again. Not only that, but he also warned her that now, he was ~for
sure~ going to tell their Mom about this.

"Did you really just call me a bitch again?" Laura's eyes squinted in
somewhat disbelief. Turning towards his laptop, she adjusted the angle so
that he could see what she was doing and clicked 'Post Photos', officially
changing his profile picture on FaceBook.

Now with the image of him wearing only a towel, handcuffed to the shower
rail, with bald armpits and hairless legs, the picture was officially made
public. Along with the caption that read: 'Just lost a bet to the girl
next door... sucks being me!', Richard began panicking even more than

With the damage done, Laura turned back to see Richard pleading with her
to remove the picture.

"Come on, please? Delete it before someone see's it!"

"What's wrong? Are you ~embarrassed~?" Laura continued to egg him on.
"Afraid people are going to see your bald armpits, and your pretty little
legs? Awww, poor baby!"

Richard's face was reddening even more now, half due embarrassment, while
the other half was out of pure fury.

"I could make it worse you know? I mean, if I really wanted to be mean, I
could always just show them your ~wittle~ confession about your ~wittle
penis~!" she warned him mockingly, while glancing down at his still naked

Returning to his laptop, Laura's eyes lit up again before making her
dreaded announcement.

"Wow! It's only been up for two minutes now, and your new picture's
already got five 'likes' and seven 'comments'!" Laura began, trying her
best to contain her laughter, yet was unable to. Finally recovering from
her case of the giggles, with fake sympathy she told him, "I guess it's
too late to delete it then, eh? Oh well. My bad I guess. Oops!"

Seeing with his own eyes that she wasn't lying, yet at the same time being
too far away to read what was being said, Richard turned as white as a
sheet as he realised the genie had officially been let out of it's bottle.
People had seen the picture, and now, there was absolutely nothing he
could do to change that.

"Let's see... Christy, your ~girlfriend~ next-door wrote, and I quote: "I
take full credit! He lost the bet fair and square... PLUS he had it
coming!". She even added a smiley face at the end of her sentence.

"Oh God," Richard muttered to himself, realising his life was close to
being over.

"Then there's Lisa Watkinson who, aside from liking your new profile
picture, also wants to know more details about the bet."

Lisa was one of his female friends slash nemesis from school. A real
blabber mouth when it came to spreading rumours, so Richard knew right
away he wasn't just in trouble; he was in deep trouble. She and he not
only shared every class together, but because of her last name, she was
always seated next to him in class.

"And then we have Brenda Armstrong who wants to know, and I quote: "Did
you get rid of ALL your body hair?". She even put the word 'all' in
capital letters!"

Brenda was a British girl he had met though the internet, while playing
videogames online. Their friendship had begun innocently enough, and
developed to the point that they had begun Skyping each other weekly. But
just like Christy, they had played some strip-videogames together, which
he had happened to record at the time, and was currently sort of
blackmailing her also. He had a video of her topless, flashing her boobs
to the camera, that he liked to threaten her with. "I know a lot of guys
at my school who would just ~love~ to see this video, you're okay with
that, right?" He had toyed with her, "I mean, you live across the ocean,
in a completely different continent! No big deal, right?"

"You ~can't~ show that to your friends! Come on, that's really not funny!
I doesn't matter if we live thousands of miles apart, you're ~not~ showing
that video to anybody, or so help me God!" Brenda had threatened, but
half heatedly, due to the fact that he had held the bigger part of the
stick at the time. But was soon to change.

"Oh God," Richard muttered again uncontrollably.

"To which Christy was nice enough to respond in your defence by writing:
"He had to take a Miracle Bath! So yes, he's compeletly hairless ALL
over... thrust me! ;)"

Gulping again, yet staying silent, Richard's little world came totally
crashing down in front of him, and he was totally helpless to do anything
about it.

"The other three comments are: "OMG", "WTF", and "Nice!". And they came
from: Your friend Scott, Donald Whitman, and Sarah Donaldson. Isn't she
Susan's little geeky sister?" Laura asked, hitting the nail right on the
head. "That little nerdy girl who used to have a major crush on you?"

'God, what am I going to do?' Richard wondered to himself.

"Anyways, I think it's time you spoke up for yourself" To which she turned
the screen around and started typing away.

"What are writing?!?" Richard asked frantically, realising she was in the
process of impersonating him.

"Just letting your friends know about the bet, and ~all~ the details."
Smiling in satisfaction, she finished typing and hit the 'enter' key.

"What did you just do?!?"

Taking a good ten seconds to laugh at his expense, Laura once again threw
another bombshell at him.

"Let's just say I added a few details..." she said with her evil grin,
"... that besides being forced to take a Miracle Bath, there was also
~two~ other embarrassing things you agreed to do." To at which point she
just got up, and left with the camcorder in tow.

"Two..." Richard began to say, followed by, "... embarrassing th-th-
things..." but she was already gone, leaving him to worry on his own.


Being she was a super whiz with computers, she managed to return only ten
minutes later with her ever so present evil smile upon her lips, not to
mention her very own pink laptop under her arm. It had seemed like an
eternity to Richard, stipulating on what evilness she might've done, and
know he was finally going to find out. Placing her pink laptop on the
bathroom sink facing him, he saw that it was a video that had been paused,
and in big white bold letters, on a black background, were the two words
'The Bet'.

"Look, I made a ~video~..." she began all gleefully, "... but before you
get to see it, let show you what I wrote on your FaceBook page first. I
know you're dying to know! That is, what ~you~ wrote on your FaceBook
page," as she turned around and picked put his very own laptop and showed
him the damage.

Right under the comment where Sarah wrote 'Nice', Richard was quoted to
having said: "Not only did I have to get rid of all my body hair... after
losing the first couple of rounds of play, the bet morphed into 'double or
nothing' type deal, so I also kinda agreed to do two other things... but
I'd rather not talk about that right now! :( "

After which, pretty much the entire group of people that had been leaving
comments demanding to know all the details, that he shouldn't be such a
tease and a wimp about it all. Specifically, what they really wanted to
know, was what exactly were these two extra embarrassing things he had to

Most of the comments came from his classmates, but the very last one was
from Brenda, the British girl from England. It was that comment that
scared him the most. It read: "Skype me right now! My friends are over and
we're having a slumber party. We're all DYING to hear all the juicy

Giving him enough time to read it all, Laura pointed with her finger to
the upper right hand corner of the screen and told him he had a new
'friend request'. As she clicked it open to see from who it was from,
Richard let out a small gasp when he saw the person's face.

"Oh look! It's me!!" Laura said all playfully. "Want to be friends?" she
asked him in an almost serious manner, as she right away clicked 'accept',
and said "Of course you!" answering for him.

Not totally understanding why she had just done that, Laura turned her
back to him, put his laptop aside, and started typing away on her very own
pink laptop, and all of a sudden, the mystery was no longer a mystery.

"You see, I think it's time I added my own two cents," Laura confirmed his
newest fear, as she was getting ready to leave her very own comment.
Wanting to pick out just the right words, she finally announced: "There.
Perfect!" , as she playfully waved her pinkie for a second, before finally
slamming it down on the 'enter' key.

Swapping back to his computer, with a smug look of satisfaction on her
face, she showed him what she wrote.

It read: "You guys want to know all the juicy details? I'm the one who
found him handcuffed in the bathroom! He was begging me (like there was no
tomorrow) to un-cuff him, so I made him cough up the whole story before I
freed him. I even got him to admit to the whole thing on camera and
everything!! Click on the video link below, and ALL your questions will be
answered!", and to his dreaded dismay, Richard saw very well that there
was a video link attached at the bottom of her message.

Turning white, believing she had posted the video where he made his
'wittle' confession, Laura read through his thoughts, and in a way sort of
set his mind at ease.

"Don't worry baby dick, I didn't post ~that~ video!" Laura said, looking
down at his still naked state, while managing to giggle at the same time.
"Instead, I kind of created a whole new video of my own! Here let me show
you," as she clicked play, and put the mini film on full-screen mode.

Just like he had seen beforehand, in big white bold letters, and on a
black background, the two words 'The Bet' appeared. As female punk music
began to play in the background, the video started with him blushing beat
red, standing almost naked next to a bathtub, with seemingly no more body
hair. As the music played on, the screen went black again and more writing
appeared, which read: 'Well, well, well... what do we have here? Looks
like someone lost a bet! Did you lose ALL your body hair? Are you
COMPLETELY hair free?'

At which point the music suddenly stopped, and Richard reappeared on the
screen confessing: "I am, okay? Just take my word for it!" followed by, "I
took a Miracle Bath, okay? I even wore Mom's pink shower cap and

"Oh shit," Richard said, as the video played on, and as Laura let out a
satisfied giggle.

When the music resumed, and more shots of his blushing face appeared, the
background once again faded to black, and again more text appeared on the
screen. This time it read: 'Besides taking a Miracle Bath, was there
anything else embarrassing you agreed to do?'

And once again the music momentarily stopped, and Richard blushingly
admitted to the camera: "Yes, I'd wear a dress to school for Halloween".

"No, no, no..." Richard began to mutter to himself.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, dear little stepbrother!" Laura answered him, knowing
full well he now going to be obliged to do it. "But wait, here comes the
best part!"

As the punk song neared it's end, more writing filled up the screen, and
this time Richard almost didn't want to look, knowing things were just
liable to get worse, if that was even possible. Forcing himself to focus
on the screen, the next phrase he read literally made his knees turn to

What he read was: 'Taking a Miracle Bath... Dressing in drag for
Halloween... and what else? Wasn't there THREE things you had to do? Come
on, admit it!'

A quick clip of Richard saying: "Uh... uh..." followed up by his
admission, "Yes".

'And what was the third thing? Didn't you say you'd stop wearing boxer
shorts for the next two weeks?'

Again another clip of him saying "Yes" was shown, followed by more script.

'If you aren't going to be wearing boxers shorts for the next two weeks...
what are you going to be wearing under your clothes? WHAT exactly was the
third thing you agreed to?'

Fearing he already knew what the answer was going to be, it was confirmed
by the next clip.

"I'd also wear frilly panties," he openly admitted to the camera.

'What about school? You agreed to wear panties for the next two weeks?!?
Including to school?!?', and just on cue, another clip of him saying the
sentence, loud and clear, filled the screen.

"Yes... I'd wear lacy girls' panties to school."
The fact that he had used the term 'lacy girls' panties' killed him the
most. Not to mention that all of this was being broadcasted on FaceBook
and that he was helpless to stop it. Feeling the rage inside him
accumulate to the point of no return, Richard just snapped, and decided to
speak his mind.

"If you think I'm going to start wearing panties to school, let me tell
you now: you're dreaming! There's no way in hell that's going to fucking
happen!" Richard barked out, trying to assert himself. But Laura wasn't
going to have any of that.

"Oh, not just to school, you're going to have to wearing panties ~all~ the
time, including to bed, starting ~today~! There's no other way around it!
Otherwise, your 'wittle' confession ~will~ see the light of day.
Understand me?"

"You're a bitch, you know that?!?" Richard couldn't help himself, his fury
was beyond him. With her smirk reappearing on her lips, she let him have

"In a way, I'm glad you said that, because instead of just launching your
~wittle video~, I've just thought of yet ~another~ humiliating thing you
can do," she said with cruel eyes, as she once again grabbed his laptop
and began typing.

"People are ~so~ going to figure out you edited the whole thing!" Richard
tried pointing out the obvious, regarding all the random cuts that were
made throughout the video.

"Not if ~you~ tell them it's all true," she reminded him.

Gulping and realising he was already totally fucked, he was afraid to
image what was going to happen next. Hearing the familiar chime of a site
being accessed, Richard eyes widened when he realised what she was doing.
She had just opened his Skype account.

"So, you're British friend Brenda's having a slumber party, eh? I think
it's time you crashed it!" Laura said as she positioned the webcam at the
most ideal place, capturing both his face and naked body.

"Aww, come on, please..." he began to beg once again, only to once again
fall upon deaf ears, "... ugh... ugh... come on, you can't do this!"

Humming to herself as she grabbed a small washcloth from the sink counter,
along with the key to the handcuffs, Laura proceeded to fabricate
something that was a total mystery to Richard. Managing to gently pull out
a few strands of thread from the washcloth, Laura proceeded to tie the
in place, onto one of it's corners. Once that was done, she grabbed some
dental floss from the medicine cabinet and proceed to pull out a few feets
worth before finally cutting it. Tying one of the lose ends of the dental
floss to key, which was by now securely attached to the washcloth, she
turned back towards his laptop and was just about to hit the 'enter'
button when she suddenly paused.

"You know Mom's going to punish you big-time if she finds out Christy was
up here," she reminded him, regarding one of their house rules. "And I'm
definitely not going to tell her that I was the one who handcuffed you.
So, you want the key, right? Here, I'll be nice, I'll let you have it!" As
she reached up and handed him the lose end of the dental floss, allowing
his fingers to hold on to the thread. While he held the dental floss, the
washcloth which had the key attached to it, dangled back and forth exactly
on top of his naked little penis.

"All you have to do is pull on that dental floss, wind it up with your
fingers, and you'll be able to free yourself," she informed him as she
reached across back to his laptop and clicked 'enter' key. Grabbing her
lapton and Richard's discarded clothes that were laying on the ground,
Laura left him to his own demise.

With the request sent, Richard just prayed Brenda wouldn't be there to
answer her Skype account.

"Please don't answer, please don't answer," Richard whispered to himself,
hoping his prayers would be answered. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't
to be the case.

All of a sudden a pretty brunette with glasses appeared on the screen, and
right away Richard was at a lose as to who she was. It wasn't Brenda that
was for sure, but he got his answer relatively quick.

"~Oh Brenda!~ " the pretty girl sang out loud, with a definite British
accent. From the looks of it, it was one of her friends, who just happened
to be using her computer at that precise momment.

"~I think you're going to want to see this!~" she called out again in a
sing-song voice, only this time slightly louder. "It's your friend from
the States, and from the looks of it, ~HE'S STILL NAKED!~" to which she
flat-out screamed the last part.

"Listen, please, I don't know who you are, but my stepsister just played
this really evil prank on me. Could you please just 'hang up', so to
speak. You know, just disconnect, and I promise I'll Skype you guys later
if you want. Come on, please?" Richard begged, hoping it might actually

"Yeah right! Dream on!" she told him with a playful smile. "COME ON GIRLS,

Trying to think quick, Richard seriously debated on how to proceed.
Looking at the screen, he saw that the washcloth was perfectly levelled
over privates. So far, she couldn't see a thing. 'Okay technically, I
don't know this girl. Plus, she lives on the other side of the ocean. The
key's right there... should I just reel it in?' he wondered to himself.

"Fuck it," he whispered under his breath, as he started pulling the
washcloth upwards.

"Oh... my... God..." the girl spaced out each word, "... it's tiny!" she
said, as she leaned in closer to get a better view.

Due to the way his hands were placed, and also due to numbness, Richard
had a hard time reeling up the key. It was only going up one inch at a
time, and the girl on the other end of the camera was getting a complete
eyeful, mocking him as the washcloth slowly crept it's way upwards.

once again, making Richard even more nervous in the process. So nervous
that he managed to lose grip of the dental floss a few times, which caused
the washcloth to bounce up and down as it ascended, very much like a

As the washcloth reached the top of his torso, Richard heard the
unmistakable sound of Brenda in the background chewing her friend out for
being so loud.

"You better not be Skyping some porn site!" Brenda told her friend as she
approached the computer.

"It ~isn't~ porn, okay? It's your friend from the States, Richard, your
friend from FaceBook, the one who lost the bet," she informed her with a
huge grin. "Quick, look! He's naked!"

But right before Brenda got a chance to see, Richard decided to give up
and let the washcloth fallback to where it was, covering his genitals.

"Awww, you big tease!" her British friend had said, just as Brenda
appeared standing next to her.

"What's the big fuss?" some other girl asked, as she also came into view.
If that wasn't bad enough, a fourth and fifth girl also appeared next to

Now with five sets of eyes focused on him, and with Brenda directly in the
middle, Richard found himself back to square one.

"~Hi Richard~" Brenda chimed out, "Looking good my friend!"

"You should've seen him right before! See on top of the washcloth? Can you
see what what the string is tied too? It's the key to the handcuffs! Two
seconds ago he tried pulling it up and I saw ~all~ his junk!" the girl had
confessed to her friends, to which they all started laughing and
as schoolgirls often do.

"Really Veronica, you saw it?" one girl asked in disbelief.

"Was it big?" another one asked.

"Big?" to which Veronica just started laughing away all by herself.

"Well, was it?" the redhead with glasses wanted to know.

"It ~was~, wasn't it?" Brenda asked. "I know because he's always bragging
about it. Plus, I even saw him in his boxers a few times, when we'd played
strip video games together. Unless he had padded his boxers with a sock
something, from what I remember, it looked pretty big."

"Oh, it must've definitely been a sock then, because from what ~just~ I
saw, he seems to be as big as a toddler! It was just about the size of my
thumb, no joke!" to which Veronica held out her small hands, and waved her
thumb which made all the girls giggled away in unison. Everyone except
Brenda, who was feeling like she'd been had all this time.

"Are you bloody kidding me?!?" Brenda asked with both shock and anger in
her voice. "And all this time, he's been going on and on on how overly
hung he was."

"He wasn't ~really~ the size of your thumb, was he?" the pretty redhead
asked, doubting her friend's sincerity. "Surely you ~must~ be

"I swear to God!" Veronica confirmed to her friend. "On the Pope's life!"

"Uh, listen, Brenda, girls..." Richard began, trying once again to regain
some kind of control of the situation, "... could you ~please~ just log-
off. I'll Skype you guys later, I promise. My stepmother's going to be
home soon, and I ~really~ need to free myself."

"Well we're not stopping you!" Veronica taunted him.

"I hope he drops that rag he's holding, just by accident 'sort of thing'.
Now ~that~ would be funny!" The pretty blond, who was usually pretty
quiet, remarked out loud, once again giving way to more nervous laughter.

"What's wrong? Is your step-mommy going to be mad at you?" one began to
tease him.

"Awww, poor baby. What's wrong? Have you been a naughty little boy?" as
another joined in.

Hearing the sound of the electric garage door opening, Richard began to
panic inside. It meant his stepmother was finally home, and that he had no
time to waste.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Richard muttered to himself, as his face cringed.
Realising he had no choice, he took in a deep breath and said, "I hate you

To which he began pulling up the washcloth once again. When his privates
were eventually revealed, his speakers almost popped due to the amount of
laughter, catcalls and cheersthe girls were making. They couldn't believe
what they were seeing. Not only was he as small as Veronica had described,
but without any pubic hair, he looked even more freakish.

"Oh this I ~have~ to record!" Brenda announced, making a few clicks with
her mouse. Looking back at the screen, Richard saw what she was saying was
true. A small icon appeared warning him he was currently being video
taped. Now he knew he was fucked.

"Don't worry, in the future, I'll trade you this video for the one you
have of me. The one were I showed you my boobs. The one you threatened to
show to your friends?" Brenda bargained with him, crossing her fingers
behind her back.

With the key finally at his fingers, he fought a bit with the handcuffs
before finally freeing himself. Lunging forward, he shut his Skype account
off, and took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. It was over,
so he thought.

On the bottom left of his screen, he noticed he was still logged into
FaceBook. Gulping, he clicked it open and viewed the damage. He was
definitely planning on deleting everything, he just wanted to see
everything before doing so. The 'Comments' were all pretty much the same .
The only huge difference was the amounts of 'Likes' that were added.
Scanning down the list of names, the last one literally took his breath
away. Regina Williamson, his stepmom.

"Oh fuck," he whispered to himself. Being that she was a bossy woman in
general, her punishments were often cruel if you happened to disobey her.
She wouldn't spank or ground her children, she'd shame them instead, in
some twisted way or form. She always liked disciplining her offspring
using the psychological approach. Deep down, Richard had bad feeling in
the pit of his stomach.

Running out of the bathroom with laptop under his arm, Richard came face
to face with Laura in the hallway.

"Where is she? I heard the garage door open," Richard asked, almost
whispering due to the fact that he was still only wearing a towel around
his waist.

"Oh, the garage door? That was me!" she smirked. "I called her about ten
minutes ago, she's on her way home as we speak. She told me she actually
finished work early today, but she went out shopping because of the sales
JC Penny was having. Who knows, if your lucky, maybe she'll have bought
you some panties!" Laura teased him. "But don't worry, even if she didn't,
I left you a pair in your underwear drawer!" she informed him, as she
laughed to herself and retreating downstairs to the living room.

Making his way back to his bedroom, Richard noticed right away that his
underwear drawer was left open a crack. Walking up to it, he pulled it
open only to find a frilly pair of pink panties. That, and a small piece
of paper.

The note read:

     Dear Baby Dick,

Here's a present... from me to you! Your FIRST pair of panties! I guess
you're wondering where ALL you boxer shorts went, right? Well, I spoke
with Mom while you were still in the bathroom entertaining your friends,
and she kind of told me to confiscate all your underwear. She said she had
a plan for them, but that she was only going to tell you about it later.
But don't worry, I'm sure you're going to LOVE the feeling of satin on
your wittle peepee! By the way, the the pink bow goes in the front!

Laura :)

Picking up the lacy pair of panties that Laura had left, Richard noticed
the silky underwear was actually a thong.

"Oh God," he said to himself, as he debated on whether or not he should
put them on. Going 'Commando' was something he always found totally
uncomfortable, but looking down at the panties, he figured wearing these
might actually be worse. But with that video hanging over his head, did he
really have the choice?

Figuring he didn't, Richard swallowed his pride and stepped into the
flimsy pair of satin panties, and turned away from the mirror as he did
so. He didn't want to see his reflexion at that precise momment. Hurrying
to pull on a pair of his regular baggy pants over the embarrassing
panties, he decided to finally take his stepmother's advice, and notch up
his belt properly. He was part of the younger generation of kids that
liked to show their boxers off, by letting their pants droop down, just
past their asscrack. His stepmother hated this current fashion trend with
a passion, and was always on his case to pul his pants up. Today, she was
going to get her wish.

Surprised by the sensation of his naked bum touching his pants, he felt an
erection coming along, and started blushing all by himself.

With the hope of 'walking it off', Richard finished getting dressed by
putting on a pair of socks, shoes, t-shirt and a hoddy, and left his room
in search for his stepsister. Maybe the fact that he was actually wearing
her panties would be enough for her to give him back all his underwear.
'Maybe I can bargain with her,' he thought to himself stupidly.

Just as he made it half way down the staircase that connected with the
living and dining areas, Richard came to a full stop as he saw his
stepmother standing there in the entrance hallway, with a smirk on her
face. She had just arrived through the front door, and was still holding a
bunch of shopping bags from JC Penny.

"Well, well, well... looks like Christy ~finally~ managed to whip your ass
at one of your own stupid video games! It's about bloody time! Good for
her!" Richard's stepmother said with glee, totally unaware of the entirety
of everything that had just taken place.

"So, how was your Miracle Bath sweetheart? You ~do~ realise that stuff
~is~ really expensive, right?" she asked half mad, but also half amused.

Seeing she was sort of happy of the present outcome of things, Richard saw
hope that maybe further punishment wouldn't be needed. But unfortunately
for him, he thought wrong.

"So, you used an expensive product that ~didn't~ belong to you, ~and~, you
~also~ invited a girl up those stairs when you ~knew~ you weren't

"I can explain," he cut her off, and realised instantaneously that that
had been a huge mistake.

"Did you just interrupt me? I think you just did," she acknowledged while
shaking her head. "Fighting me ~will~ just make things worse, you know
that, right?"

"Yes Ma'am" he responded almost like a robot, "I'm sorry Ma'am."

"As you should be young man! Well, it serves you right for making silly
bets in the first place. I ~still~ can't believe you actually took a
Miracle Bath... " she stopped momentarily to laugh, "... you ~do~ realise
that your body hair ~wouldn't~ be growing back for some time soon, right?"

He was about to answer her, but changed his mind at the last second,
knowing full well it wouldn't help.

"Plus you gave up the right to wear boxer shorts? For ~two~ weeks?!? What
was ~that~ all about?" as she let out a quick laugh afterwards.

Again, he wanted to respond, but at this point he knew no matter what he
came up with, she'd just get angrier.

"So tell me, are you wearing panties ~right now~, as we speak?" she wanted
to know, with her trademark smirk reappearing on her face.

"Yes Ma'am," he answered, gulping at the same time.

"Take that hoddy off and turn around for a second, I want to see

Doing what he was told to do, and letting the hoody drop to the floor by
his feet, Richard cringed when he heard the next question.

"Are you wearing ~a thong~?" she asked teasingly, not seeing any traces of
a panty line on his backside.

"Yes Ma'am..." he responded once again, "... it's Laura's."

"Awww, isn't that sweet! Your stepsister to loan you a pair of ~panties~!
I hope you thanked her by the way. Lending someone your underwear is quite
a intimate thing, you know? But, that wasn't really necessary though,
because I was lucky enough to intercept your FaceBook announcement while I
was waiting in line to pay at JC Penny's."

Holding up her shopping bags she smiled her evil smile again and said,
"One of these bags is ~just~ for you. I had just enough time to hop out of
line and head over to the 'Young Miss' department of their store, and
guess what? They had a ~huge~ sale going on, so I managed to get you
~tons~ of goodies!"

'Oh God, please tell me she didn't buy me panties' Richard silently prayed
to himself, with a look of total dread and fear on his face. Confirming
his worst nightmare, she continued her one-sided dialogue by spilling the

"Not only were they having a huge sale on ~panties~, their ~training bras~
were ~also~ almost half price!"

"Whoa, whoa, wait..." Richard spat out almost automatically, "... uh...
uh... I-I only agreed to wear panties," he finished his phrase, regretting
every word he had used.

"Yeah, I know." His stepmother said shaking her head, laughing again. "The
training bras are punishment for bringing Christy up those stairs. For
next ~two weeks~, as long as you're wearing panties, you ~will~ be wearing
a training bra also. Got that mister?"

"Yes M-Ma'am," he replied, blushing beet red once again.

"And because you took it upon yourself to use my Miracle Bath ~without~ my
permission, I also got you some pretty pyjamas to sleep in for the next
two weeks. I got you a mix of babydolls and teddies. Because you see,
girls like to sleep in teddies sometimes, so I really don't see why you
should be spared from the living that experience. Just like the babydolls,
their extra silky, so be prepared for delicious satiny nights of sleep! I
think I might even change your cotton bed sheets for satin ones. That
you can get the ~full~ effect of sleeping in a silky bliss. And with your
current hairless body, you're convinced probably going to totally love
it!" Again, smirking in his face, as she gave him the news of his altered
two week sentence.

Noticing that his pants were hiked a extra high over his waist, and that
his belt was finally being put to use, she called him over and gave him
some new embarrassing orders.

"Put your hands on your head!" to which he did right away, consequently
allowing for his t-shirt to rise up enough to show his bellybutton.

Undoing his belt, and then re-notching it to it's usual designated hole,
his pants all of a sudden dropped down to where they normally hung,
exposing just a hint of lace in the process.

"You know, for ~years~ I've been bugging you to hike up your pants and to
use your belt correctly, and for ~years~ you've been proudly showing off
your boxers shorts to the world, and ~now~ all of a sudden you've decided
to listen to me? What's wrong? Without your ~manly~ boxers underneath,
it's no longer cool, is that it?" she teased.

Reaching inside, on both sides simultaneously, she gently pulled up the
sides of his panties, exposing them to the light of day.

"You know, these days, like I'm sure you've noticed, young girls tend to
~like~ showing off their thongs to the world. Just like you guys, they
seem obsessed with showing their 'but-floss' to everyone the cross in the
street. ~So~, that being the case, I don't see why ~you~ should be any
different. Now put your hands back down, now!" she gave him yet another

By doing so, it just so happened that the t-shirt he happened to be
wearing at the time was so small and shrunken, that 'belly-wise', a good
inch and a half of skin showed between his pants and his t-shirt. Looking
down, Richard saw right away that his lacy thong was clearly showing.

"Do you know what? Som