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Naked Weigh-In Challenge

By: terri_pop



Julia stepped on the scale, and winced. "Fuck," she whispered to herself. Despite three months of on-again, off-again dieting and exercise to try to get ready for bathing suit season, she weight exactly three pounds more on the first of April than she had at the beginning of the year. 

At that moment her roommate Allison walked by the open bathroom door. She was amused to have caught her roommate naked (Julia never wore a stitch of clothing when stepping on the scale, to keep the reading to its absolute minimum). 

"Fuck?" Allison joked, smiling at Julia. 

Julia reached for her towel wrapped it around herself, stepping off the scale. "Yeah, as in 'Fuck this new diet.'"

Allison shrugged, "Well, at least you won't have to keep eating kale." 

Julia muttered, "Its not the diet, its me. I have no willpower." 

Not one to allow self-pity, Allison said. "Come on Julia, you have loads of willpower. You just need a different approach. I'll bet I can help you lose whatever amount of weight you want to, and I can help you keep it off for good." 

"Oh now you're a personal trainer?" Julia asked, derisively. 

"Nope, just a lowly website developer," Allison replied. "But I watched a motivational talk last week by this guy who claimed that you could achieve anything within your physical and intellectual power just by setting up the right reward and punishment system. It was a great talk. The guy who gave it used to be a pack-a-day smoker and had a big beer gut, but one year after his aha moment he ran a 100 mile race! Day by day, week by week, he made himself into an ultra-marathoner in less than a year."

"Well good for him," Julia said, dejectedly. "I guess he had more willpower than me." 

"No!" Allison said, "That's just it. He didn't count on willpower. He'd tried to quit smoking and lose weight for years. He was this successful multimillionaire business guy, who had been a real prodigy in the tech startup world, but he simply couldn't control those bad personal habits. So one day, as he was starting up his third software company, he realized that his aptitude for business might be able to help him with his failures in eating and smoking. And he came up with a plan to link them together. He put all of his ownership shares, forty percent of the new company, into an irrevocable trust, with the contractual stipulation that if he did not quit smoking, lose twenty five pounds, and complete an ultra-marathon by the end of one year, those shares would be signed over to his two co-investors. If he did succeed, his co-investors agreed to give him two percent of their shares as a bonus. It put him in a position where if he didn't stick to his plan, he would lose real money, and if he did stick to his plan, there was a real business payoff. And that was something he knew how to manage."

"I see," Julia said. "So all I need is a company to wager away and I can lose weight by my July 4th beach trip?" 

"Well, something like that" Allison said, encouragingly, "What if I make up a contract with you. We'll make it so that you succeed you get to squeeze into that teeny bikini. And if you lose, it will be more unpleasant than you'd want. And lets even put in a bonus. Let's tie your success to not only getting thin, but also getting something else you really want: that new Acura. What if I give you the down-payment for that Acura if you achieve your goal of losing, what, fifteen pounds by July?"

"I need to lose more like twenty pounds," Julia replied. 

"OK fine. We have ten weeks until your vacation. At the end of each week, we'll do a weigh-in. If you weigh at least two pounds less each week than the week before, you'll be on track to achieve your goal." 

"Sounds perfect," Julia said. "And just like what I've been trying to do for three months!" And my motivation is to get the down payment for the Acura? Even though we both know that you don't have that kind of money, right?"

"Well, not yet, I don't," Allison replied, "but let's make that my problem. The reward, though, is only half of the motivation, Julia. We also have to have a penalty for failing to meet your goal. This business guy said that the threat of losing his shares was far and away the biggest factor in his success."

"What kind of penalty?" Julia asked, suspiciously. 

Allison thought for a moment and then had an inspiration. "Well, I'd say the thing you seem to fear most at the moment is showing off your body. You've become a little ashamed of your body lately, haven't you."

Julia looked down at her towel, then back up at Allison. "Yeah, I suppose that's true. So?" 

"Well its not good. It used to be that you strutted around here all the time in revealing clothes – and sometimes none at all – especially when you thought Bruce might be around to catch a peek. Lately you've been dressing like you have something to hide."

Julia pouted a little, acknowledging tacitly Allison's complaint. She knew that her boyfriend Bruce would be the first to agree that she had become considerably more bashful about her body lately.

"Well, I propose a little exposure as the penalty." Allison continued. "I'm going to whip up an anonymous fee-based web site and post to it weekly. At each weekly weighing, starting with one today, I'll make a video recording of you weighing yourself, in the buff, just like you usually do. If you fail to meet your target, I post the video. Also, you will have to suffer a punishment of my choosing, and I'm going to record that too, while you're still naked. I'll post both the video of your naked weighing and the video recording of your punishment on a private web site. I won't make it public or let anyone know your identity, but I will sell memberships to this site that will help us get the down payment for the car."

Julia was wide eyed. "Oh my God Allison, you've lost your mind!" But she seemed intrigued, and encouraged Allison to continue. "And what if I meet my goal each week?"



Allison grinned. "Well, this is a pay site, so we have to give them something to look at or we go out of business. So if you achieve your target, then I'll post pictures or videos of me naked instead of you. I'll make sure they're interesting enough to keep everyone coming back for more. How's that for motivation?"

Allison paused, and then summed it up for Julia. "At best, you'll have a down payment, a thin body, and the devilish fun of knowing that a bunch of anonymous perverted voyeurs got to see me posing and playing around naked each week. At worst, those same guys might see you forced to do naked jumping jacks, or get your ass slapped – whatever I choose. Losing doesn't end the contract: each week you have a chance to get back on track. But to get the car down payment, you have to have lost twenty pounds by the end of the tenth week."

Then Julia smiled. "You'd put up naked pictures of yourself every week? Cause you know that I would never lose, not a single week, with those stakes."

"Precisely the point!" Allison replied. 

"Well, I have to say, its daring, Allison," Julia said tentatively, "And I appreciate your trying to help..."

"Oh Julia, darling, don't thank me." Allison interjected. "Cause the thing is, if you lose, even one week, you are going to regret agreeing to this. And the recordings are going to be up there on the website forever with your ass on display. But I think that might be just the kind of motivation you need."

"But you're not worried about posting your own pictures and videos?," Julia asked. 

Allison was attractive and relatively shapely, and quite secretly something of an exhibitionist. She had even created a well-protected anonymous pay site where she flirted with this side of her sexuality on her own terms. 

"I wouldn't do it if I didn't know perfectly well how to attract a gaggle of oversexed boys and men willing to pay $9.99/month to get to the site, and how to keep them from ever knowing who we are. And you know, Julia, to be honest it wouldn't be the first time that I posted naked pics of myself on line." She grinned and raised her eyebrows as Julia's eyes widened at this new revelation about her roommate and friend.

Julia thought about Allison's proposition. It was precisely the kind of motivation that could make her lose the weight. She might not have the willpower to resist a donut if the only price to pay were a few hundred extra calories. But if it was to avoid being compelled to do naked jumping jacks – or worse – well she had the willpower to avoid that for sure! 

Julia held out her hand: "OK I'm in."

Allison took her hand, but said, "Not just a handshakes on this one, Julia. This is my business, after all. I'll draft up a contract and we can both sign."

Allison went to her computer and in less than half an hour, came back to Julia with a neatly typed page. In it, Allison laid out the details of their arrangement. She identified the dates and guidelines for the weekly weighing, included a model release clause that allowed her both copyright and freedom to post the recordings made, and stipulated the specific amount to be paid to Julia upon successful completion of the contract. 

Julia was surprised by the formality of the document. "Wow, Allison, this is like a real contract." 

"It is a real contract, Julia." Allison said, with an edge in her voice. "I love you, but this is my business and this is a real business arrangement. The way I see it, if I do this right I can make enough for your down payment and my rent check for the next few months. But its going to require some investment of time and effort. So, if we do this, there's no backing out. Don't sign unless you really mean it. OK?"

Julia nodded her head. "You don't say here what kinds of punishment are allowed, Allison. Its not that I think I'll ever need to know, cause I don't plan to miss my target, but since this is so formal and all, maybe we should specify."

"We are agreeing to any punishment I want. If you want to put a point on it: We'll keep it confined to the apartment, and you have to do whatever I say for up to one hour each time you lose. The punishment can be physical, but not serious or permanent (beyond something like the spanking that I already proposed). Other than that, anything I want."

"Can you give me some more examples of what kind of punishments you might come up with?"

"Look Julia, Its going to be a punishment. Something you won't like. But part of the fun is having you worry about what I might come up with. So no, I don't think I want to give you any more examples. You'll just have to agree to leave that to me," Allison said firmly

"Hmm. Well. OK, I guess I'll can live with that. And what about the web page? Can you guarantee that none of the people who join are going to find out who I am?"

"I can't, Julia. What I can promise is that no identifying information will be accessible through the website, and that the membership portal will be secure. But if someone recognizes you, which is not likely but also not impossible, well that's just an occupational risk we're taking. But remember it will be both of us on the site, so I'm especially motivated to keep it private," Allison lied.

Julia glanced in the mirror and caught an unflattering reflection of her towel-clad body. She turned to Allison with resolve. "Give me the pen," she said. 





Within two days, Allison had the website constructed and launched. The site was called "Naked Weigh-In." It's home page featured attractive head shots of Julia and Allison, using the pseudonyms Kiki and Vivian, and described the basic premise: Each week, the girls would have a naked weigh in, and if Kiki didn't meet her target weight, a video of her weighing and her taking a punishment from Vivian would be uploaded to the site. If Kiki did meet her target weight, then naked videos of Vivian would go up instead. Allison also made an interactive portal so that members of the site could recommend punishments for Kiki and poses for Vivian, and cheer on (or poke fun at) either woman. And, inspired by her exhibitionist streak, Allison also posted a teaser – a weigh-in of herself, naked, with the tiniest of black bars concealing her nipples and pubic area. Members got access to the uncensored version of that video. 'Vivian' also promised to appear live in video chats on the site for a half hour each week, and, unbeknownst to Julia, she planned on conducting these in her room and in the nude. 

Julia was mesmerized by the site when Allison showed it to her, and could not believe that her friend was willing to post naked videos of herself for the world to see! She resolved to never allow herself to slip up, lest she be subject to the same exposure. 

Within four days of launch, and after considerable marketing through her surreptitious network of voyeurs, Allison had attracted more than fifty subscribers. She knew that the punishments would be the real draw, and suggested in a broadcast message that members post their punishment recommendations, hoping that this might attract more traffic. Each suggestion got up-votes or down-votes by other members (and behind the scenes, Allison was able to push suggestions up or down at a mouse click based on her own opinions). By week's end, the top three suggestions were: Over the knee paddling (an Allison push), blow job for Tad (aka Bruce, who was identified as Kiki's boyfriend in her biosketch on the site), and serving drinks at an impromptu dinner party hosted by Vivian and Tad for their friends (an honest-to-goodness member favorite). 

When Julia logged into the site on Saturday morning, the day of the first weekly weigh-in, she was shocked to see these suggestions, which Allison had posted on the site home page. "Allison, what's the idea with these suggestions?" she asked. "I thought you got to decide on the punishments."

"Well I do," Allison said. "But frankly, Julia, these guys are paying the bills. So I plan to take their recommendations seriously. And if you lose today. One of those punishments is going to be yours!"

"Well not the blowjob, Allison. That's way out of bounds," Julia said.

"On the contrary. Julia. Its perfectly within the terms of our agreement," Allison replied firmly. "All of them are."

Julia reluctantly had to admit, to herself at least, that this was right. She had worried that the punishments might get sexual in nature, and now that a bunch of horny guys were making recommendations, that seemed like an inevitable theme.

"Well, OK, then, Allison. I'm just glad that I'm going to make my weight target today," Julia replied with confidence.

And she did make her weight target. Inspired by the fear of public exposure, just as Allison knew she would be, Julia lost three pounds the first week, and another two the second week. Allison, fulfilling her part of the deal, began to fill the website with video of herself dancing, vacuuming, doing calisthenics, and generally cavorting around the apartment, all while totally nude. Sometimes Julia was in the scene as well, clothed. An especially popular download during the second week was the video of 'Kiki and Vivian' playing Wii ping pong. Julia was in her PJs, and Allison in her birthday suit. To spice it up, they agreed that the winner would get to take a real ping pong paddle to the butt of the loser. Allison lost, and got five fast swats from Julia, which were harder than either expected. The video ended with Allison rubbing her rosy ass cheeks for the camera, scowling at Julia. 

By the third week, Julia was elated at her progress and thrilled that because she'd over shot her weight loss targets in the first two weeks, she needed to lose only one more pound to meet the next week's goal. Unfortunately, a fight that week with Bruce and an ensuing bout of self-pity and commiseration with her best friend Katherine over a pint of Ben and Jerry's derailed Julia's weight loss train. Despite a late rally and a day of fasting, when the weigh-in came she was two tenths of a pound over her target weight. 

Allison recorded the weigh-in as Julia stripped off her clothes, stepped up on the scale, and registered with near despair (considering the prospective consequences) at her failure. 

Julia looked up at Allison, who was busy monitoring the camcorder. Julia's facial expression gave away the story told by the scale.

"Aw, sorry. Kiki," Allison said, continuing to record. " How much did you miss by? "

"Two tenths of a pound," Julia replied. "Can we try again after a few dozen sit ups?"

"Sorry Kiki," Allison said, stepping out from behind the tripod, with the camcorder still recording, to put her arm around Julia's naked shoulder, "but the rules are pretty precise about that. I'm afraid its going to be a punishment for you." With that, Allison turned and gave a knowing grin to the camera. This was the first video clip that the members would see of naked Kiki, and she wanted to make it especially tempting. Allison turned back to Julia. Pointing to the camera, she said, "Go ahead and look at the camcorder, Kiki, and let them know that you didn't achieve your goal and that you're going to need to take a punishment."

Julia frowned at Allison, then did what she was told. "I missed my target weight this week," she said. "So now I have to take a punishment from Vivian."

Allison threw her arm around Julia's shoulder and pulled her close. She smiled, looking directly at the camera. "OK boys, I imaging that this is what you've been waiting for. I'll make my decision about the punishment later today, and we'll record it tomorrow. Look for that video to be uploaded tomorrow night. And be sure to make your punishment recommendations to the site!"

Then Allison walked over to the camcorder and stopped the recording. 

"Sorry, Julia," she said sincerely. "But you're only a smidge away from your target, and this is probably going to be great for our site traffic. You'll be back on track next week for sure."

"Arggh," was the best that Julia could muster. "You're actually going to post that video of me, aren't you?"

"Oh, most definitely," Allison replied, pulling the camera from the tripod. "But look at it this way, you're already more than five pounds thinner than when we started!"





Allison posted the video later that afternoon, and Julia couldn't help herself: she went to the site and viewed it from the privacy of her bedroom. It was mortifying. There she was, pudgy, naked, and wincing at her failure. And there with an arm around her was her fully clothed roommate, who was clearly enjoying this turn of events. 

Julia wondered about the identities of the more than one hundred and fifty anonymous members who had now joined 'Naked Weigh-in'. And she fretted about the punishment that Allison might dream up. Reluctantly, she scrolled down the page, past dozens of videos of 'Vivian' prancing around in the buff, to see what were currently the fan favorite punishments. To her horror, 'anal sex with Tad' had taken over first place. 'blow job with Tad' was still second, and 'Naked waitress at a dinner party' was still third. 

Julia ran to Allison's room. 

"Allison, have you seen the list of recommendations on the site?" Allison looked up and shrugged. Julia continued, "I'm serious. I don't know about you, but I have never had anal sex, and I am not about to do it in public for the first time with a guy who I'm not presently talking to while a hundred and fifty perverted men watch!" Julia sputtered. "I know this is within the rules, but I'm telling you that I can't and I won't." 

Allison replied coolly. "Julia, dear, I understand. And I think you have made two good points. First, it is within the rules, and second, you'd like to avoid taking that punishment. And as your friend and roommate, I'm prepared to dismiss the demands of our patient, generous customers, whom we have led on for so long. But, Julia, darling, as the holder of a contract with your signature and as the purveyor of this popular website, I need you to understand that if we bend the rules, they need to bend in both directions." She paused, and then delivered the punch line. "If you'll agree to do both the second and third punishments tomorrow, then I will take that first one off the table. But, listen Julia, I'm serious too. Say yes or no now. There will be no more negotiation."


Naked Weigh-In Challenge



Julia found herself so relieved not to be facing the nightmare of taking it up the ass on camera that she barely registered a thought before agreeing. "Yes," she said.

Allison was pleased that her idea of planting the 'anal sex' penalty among those actually suggested by members had paid off so handsomely, and she noted with some satisfaction to herself that Julia was becoming increasingly pliable. She smiled and said, "OK, then its settled. I'll call Bruce and start planning our little get-together for dinner tomorrow."

Julia went back to her room, and flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. She pondered what was coming. She wasn't so worried about the blow job. She'd given Bruce plenty of them in their two years together. But it would be a little weird to give him one when they weren't on speaking terms! She made a mental note to call him before Allison could, to patch up their disagreement in a hurry. Julia then processed the remainder of what she had agreed to. And for the first time it sank in that she was facing an evening being the naked waitress for whomever Allison wanted to invite to their apartment. That could be truly humiliating. She tried to stop thinking about it, consoling herself that Allison wasn't too mean spirited. Or was she?

Allison posted the good news on the site before making her calls to Bruce and to her dinner guests for the next night: "Tomorrow, Kiki will take not one but two punishments for failing to meet her weight loss target. She will be a naked waitress and barmaid for a small soiree that we will host at casa Kiki and Vivian, and she will give Tad a blowjob, swallowing every drop of that lucky guy's jizz. The event will be recorded and uploaded tomorrow night! And here's a bonus for all of our most loyal fans! If we get fifty more members to join 'Naked Weigh-in" by tomorrow at noon, we'll upload a special video of our damsel in distress getting an over-the knee spanking! So tell all of your friends, and lets get this party started."

About fifteen minutes after Allison posted that note, Julia knocked at her door. When Allison invited her in Julia tried her best to be cool and composed. "Allison, can I talk to you about the post you just put up? First, I don't swallow, I hope that's OK. And second, I never agreed to an over the knee spanking. So forget that." 

Allison listened attentively, and had a look of sympathy on her face. "No, Julia, its not OK. I think its best if you swallow. I hate those videos where the guy comes on the girl's face. Its so untidy! And about the spanking, yes you're right. We never did discuss that. But I thought it would be a real treat for the guys out there, and I thought it would bring in a bunch of new members. I was planning to talk to you about that."

Julia was fuming, but tried her best to remain calm. "He doesn't come on my face, he comes on his own belly. And though I can see how my getting a spanking on camera might be a 'treat for the guys,' under the circumstances, I don't think I'm in the mood to take on yet another humiliating task. Sorry"

Allison replied meanly, "OK, so Bruce normally comes on his own belly after your sorry blow jobs. Well not this this time. You swallow, end of story. And yes, you are perfectly within your right not to take a spanking for the team. I was even thinking of volunteering to be the damsel in distress for that one. I wrote that 'our damsel' would get a spanking. I didn't say that Kiki was our damsel, did I? But your sour attitude is bringing me down. So lets just forget the whole spanking thing."

She paused, then softened her tone. "Do you have the phone number for Max or Stevie? I think I have them in my contact file, but if you had them in your phone it might make it easier for me to invite them to dinner tomorrow. "

Max worked at the insurance firm where Julia was an administrative assistant. He was her immediate supervisor, a recently divorced playboy who'd had affairs with everyone in the office except Julia, and that was only because she had the common sense to steer way clear of his advances. Stevie was Julia's ex-boyfriend, who she dated for two years and then dumped, unceremoniously, for Bruce. Though they remained Facebook friends, Stevie had been hurt badly by Julia's dismissal.

Julia's jaw went slack, her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. After ten seconds, still wide-eyed, she said: "Allison, no! That's totally unreasonable! This whole thing is over." 

"No, it isn't." Allison replied coldly. "I've already put up the video of your sorry ass losing today, and if you push the issue, I'm going to send that video to everyone you know. Your boss, the owner of your firm, your brother, your arch enemy Katherine Schwartz, your father, and Bruce' s father. You get the picture. This is a contract, Julia. How many times do we have to discuss it? I get to decide what the punishment is, and I get to make up the invitation list to our party."

She let the words sink in. Julia cowered just enough for Allison to know she had won, something that she had not been sure of despite her confident diatribe. "So what's it going to be, Julia? A mass mailing or a little more cooperation?"

Julia knew she was beaten. "But I'd have to quit my job, Allison, if Max came to dinner. And I couldn't bear to see Stevie, gloating at having me at his service in the nude. And yes, I do see now that you do have me over a barrel. But I'm asking you please to reconsider"

"Of course, darling," Allison replied. "Neither of us wants you to lose your job or be exposed to all of your friends and family. And no one wants you to have to be humiliated in front of your boss or your ex. That's not what this is about, is it? Soooo, in addition to Bruce, maybe I just invite our gal pals Laura and Katherine to dinner. Maybe you give Bruce that satisfying deep throat hummer he's been pining for, and maybe you take some more of responsibility for our online venture and let me film you getting that plump little ass padded a bit. How's that?"

Julia sensed that this was the best she was going to do. While she was aware that Allison was becoming increasingly bold and demanding, and that she had been severely manipulated by her roommate, the relief of not facing the dinner guests from hell or having a naked video of herself sent all over creation gave her a moment of euphoria. "Well that was all I was asking for," she said, smiling at Allison. 

"But Bruce can't know about the website, OK" Julia said. "That would be a deal breaker for him, jealous as he is. "

"Right, I agree. Allison said. "Bruce can't know about the website. I don't want him ogling my bare ass anyway. We'll just tell him that it's a bet that we have going on, with the weigh-ins and the punishments and the Acura down payment. He doesn't need to know about the site. But he's going to see that we are recording the whole event. How do you want to explain that?"

Julia pondered. "Can't we hide the camera?" Was the best she came up with.

"No," Allison said, "we have to have a few cams set up to get this the way I want to, and they'll be on tripods. But I have an idea. What if we tell Bruce I'm making the video for him, as part of the punishment."

"Well that's a terrible idea. Why would I want Bruce to have that video, of me being humiliated!?" Julia demanded. 

Allison replied "So that you won't have to tell him about me posting nudie vids of you online, cupcake. And besides, he's going to be here, so I hardly think that my giving him a copy of the video is going to be that much more embarrassing for you."

Julia thought about it. Yet again, Allison had made a reasonable point, but one that left Julia in an even more embarrassing situation, one in which her boyfriend would have a video recording of her prancing around the apartment naked as the barmaid at a dinner party. Unfortunately, she couldn't think of a better idea at the moment. She crossed her arms. "Fine. You can give him a copy."

"That's my girl," Allison said, with a hint of condescension, "now do you want to call him and give him the good news about his invitation to dinner and fellatio, or should I?"

"Oh, I think that is something I ought to do," Julia replied, dryly.



Julia called as soon as she got back to her room. "Hi Bruce. I wanted to say right away that I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have said what I did."

The fight had started while Julia was at Bruce' s apartment with his two roommates Phil and Chuck. Phil, who had always had something of an attraction to Julia, commented that she looked especially nice. Flattered, Julia told him that she was grateful for the compliment. Chuck said teasingly to Bruce that he, Bruce, was lucky to have Julia, and that a putz like him didn't deserve a girlfriend like her. And that's when Julia made her mistake, laughing at Chuck's joke, and then playing along by telling Bruce he ought to shape up. Even though he knew it was a joke, Bruce was insulted and sulked for the rest of the evening, despite many efforts by Julia to get him to lighten up. Finally, exasperated, she had told him that he really ought to man up, and she left him steaming with anger.

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. Bruce said dryly, "No, Julia, you shouldn't have. You made fun of me in front of my friends, and then you were a pill." 

"Yeah, you're right, and I'm really sorry about that," Julia said with as much sincerity as she could muster. "You didn't deserve it. Can you forgive me?"

"I guess so," Bruce replied. 

"Good. Cause I've done something really stupid, and I need to talk to you about it. But first you have to promise not to laugh at me. I know it would be payback, and that I might even deserve it, but still, you have to promise." Julia finished and waited for Bruce's response.

"Well, babe, under the circumstances that's a tall order," Bruce said. "But sure, I promise I won't laugh at you. What happened?"

Julia proceeded to tell Bruce about the weekly weigh ins and about her deal with Allison for punishments and payments to motivate her weight loss. She omitted mentioning anything about the video recordings or Allison's website, but told the rest of the story pretty much as if this were a private arrangement between the two roommates. "So we agreed that if I missed a target for a weigh-in, then I'd have to take some kind of punishment that Allison got to decide. That's the stupid part, I guess. And, well, I missed it this week, so Allison got to assign me a couple of punishments. And you're involved." 

Bruce stifled a laugh. He could not believe that Julia had agreed to accept punishments from Allison, but secretly the idea really titillated him. Allison was hot. And the idea of his girlfriend being subject to Allison's whim filled his imagination with lascivious ideas. He was excited to be part of whatever punishment scenario Julia had gotten herself into, even though at this point he had not the least inkling about how he would be involved.

"Oh my. Well that's quite a pickle. And I'm not laughing, but I'd be dishonest if I didn't tell you that I find this a little bit funny. So what are the punishments?" Bruce asked, trying to hide his arousal.

Julia tried to remain stoic. "Well, one is that I have to serve as a waitress for you and Laura and Allison and Katherine tonight at dinner at our apartment. Can you come?" 

"Sure," Bruce said, clearly disappointed. Then he added, "That seems like a pretty mild punishment."

"You were hoping for worse?" Julia asked, pointedly. 

"Now that you mention it maybe I was! Sorry." Bruce said, laughing. "I guess I might still be a bit wounded. But, really, I'm glad that you got a mild punishment." 

Julia said. "Thanks for that sentiment. But guess what. It gets worse. Its not just that I have to be a waitress. Allison gets to pick what I wear."

"Oh, now that could be interesting," Bruce said. "Has she decided? What did she pick for you to wear?"

"Well, actually, its more like, what will I not be wearing," Julia replied.

Bruce perked up. "Oh please, Julia, tell me that she's going to make you be a topless waitress."

"You're on the right track," Julia said. "And technically, yes. I'll be topless. Also, bottomless. She's decided that I will be serving you all naked for the whole evening."

There were a few moments of silence. Then Bruce said "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

"You heard me, Bruce. I'm inviting you over to a dinner party tonight where I am going to be a nude waitress for you, my roommate, and my two best girlfriends. Happy now?" Julia asked.

Bruce started laughing, then caught himself, "Oh. My. God. Julia, that's quite a punishment. "

"Fucking Allison, who knew she had a gift for humiliating her friends," Julia sighed.

"Well, I definitely accept the invitation! And it would be an understatement to say that I can't wait to see you!" Bruce said. He thought to himself that this was a perfect bit of Karma, considering Julia's recent behavior.

As if hearing that thought, Julia said "Bruce, this is going to be sooo embarrassing for me. You've got to try not to gloat."

Bruce smiled. "I'll be a perfect gentleman. But don't expect me to avert my eyes, babe. I'm only human."

Julia responded "Yeah, well I suppose if the tables were reversed, I'd ogle you too." She added, "You might be pleased to know that another part of this punishment is that Allison is going to record the dinner party, and put together an edited video for you to enjoy." 

Bruce could barely contain himself. "Well I won't lie, Julia, that does please me a little. But again, I promise to be a gentleman, and you can count on my discretion. But man, when Allison makes up punishments, she doesn't pull any punches does she?"

"Tell me about it, And that was only the first one," Julia said. "There's more."

"More?" Bruce asked. 

"Well, if you liked the first punishment, then you're going to love the second one," Julia answered.

Bruce chuckled. "I'll take your word for it, hon. But what could possibly be better than having you wait on me in the buff?"

Julia said, "I don't know, how about a hummer?"

Bruce asked the only question that came to mind "For me?" 

Julia spat back "Of course for you, ya ding dong. I'm going to give you the BJ of your life tonight as part of my penance, and all because I couldn't lose one fucking pound this week."

Bruce said, "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Julia. But you look great and you'll get right back on tract next week. And yes indeed, I do love the second bit of penance. Remind me to buy Allison an expensive present for her birthday this year!"

Julia chuckled, then asked, "And you don't mind getting a blowjob that I'm forced to give you?"

Bruce considered lying, but instead came clean. "Not one bit."

Julia appreciated the honesty. "And I'm forgiven?"

"Totally," Bruce asserted. "As long as you plan to serve me dinner naked and take your lips to my manhood, we're AOK. What time should I come over?"

"Make it about six," Julia replied.

"I'll be there, with bells on", Bruce said cheerfully, ending the call with "Love you."



Julia told Allison that she had already invited Bruce, and asked Allison to invite Laura and Katherine. She didn't think she could handle any more of her friends' glee at her predicament. 

Allison got on the phone in a telecom with Laura and Katherine, and then filled them in on the plans for dinner.

"So, ladies, I got you on the conference call so I can invite you to dinner tonight and tell you about our plans, which are a little, well, unusual. You see, I'm helping Julia stick to a plan to lose twenty pounds in ten weeks, and part of that plan is that we agreed to some motivational punishments if she doesn't stay on track. So far its working pretty well – you've seen that in the last two weeks she's lost more than five pounds! But she had a little slip this week and its time for a couple of rounds of penance. That's where you come in. We agreed to make her punishments a little embarrassing, and a little memorable, so she can use them to stay the course. This one, ladies, is simply that she will be serving us dinner, and will be waiting on us through the evening, while wearing her birthday suit."

Laura screamed with laughter. "You've got to be kidding. And she's agreed to that?"

"Yes, of course. That was our deal, and we all know that Julia is a woman of her word," Julia replied.

Katherine was not taking the bait. "No way, Allison. I don't believe it."

Allison called for Julia to come into her room, and put the conference call on speaker. "Julia, can you just confirm what you will be wearing at our dinner party tonight?" She asked, pleasantly. "I've got Laura and Katherine on the line and they want to hear it from you."

"Well Laura and Katherine, I'll be wearing nothing at all," Julia replied, weakly. "That is the punishment that Allison dreamed up and that I agreed to.

Laura screamed again, and then all four girls broke into uncontrollable laughter. 

When Laura stopped chortling, Katherine piped up. "Julia, it sounds like you're taking this in stride, but if you don't want us to come, we won't, OK?"

Julia was warmed by the sympathy of her friend. "Katherine baby, that's kind of you. But I did agree to this, and I welcome you to come. Then she added, "It's Bruce who I'm worried about. "

Laura screamed again. "Bruce is invited? And he gets to have you prancing around naked at his beck and call? Oh my goodness. Oh Allison, you are pure evil! Don't you know that Bruce and Julia are having a fight?"

"All patched up," Julia interjected. "Apparently, the fact that I embarrassed him in front of his roomies will be a moot point after tonight. Go figure."

Katherine, continuing to be sympathetic, tried to cheer Julia on. "Well, I'm glad you're back on speaking terms with him. And if its any consolation, you do look terrific lately."

Allison said, "That she does. But she knows she messed up and she wants to get back on track, and this dinner is just a festive way for us to help keep her eyes on the prize."

Laura chimed in, nearly hysterical with laughter. "I'll bet Bruce's eyes will be on the prize!"

The laughed some more, as Julia covered her face with her hands, beet red with embarrassment at the thought.

Laura said, "Allison, you said there were to be a 'couple of rounds of penance.' Is there more?"

Allison thought for a moment, and looked directly at Julia. "Well yes there is a tiny bit more, but we'll save the rest for dessert."

After a few more minutes of chatter, they ended the call and Allison and Julia were again alone together. 

"So we might as well get the ground rules out of the way now," Allison said, in her most businesslike manner. "First, you can keep the dinner simple. Linguini, pesto, bread, and wine will do nicely. Second, you should plan to be finished cooking before they arrive, because I don't want you fooling around near a hot stove without any clothes on. And third, you should plan to be naked before they arrive at six, and stay that way until the last of them leaves, whenever that is. All right so far?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Julia answered. This was all pretty much what she had expected.

"Good, Allison continued. "Since you'll be playing the waitress and barmaid, I think you should not sit tonight, unless I specifically invite you to. During dinner you can stand nearby, ready to fill water and wine glasses and to tend to our dining needs. So you might want to have a bite to eat before they get here. An exception is the wine. Dear heart, I know this is going to be a rough evening, so you should feel free to have a couple of glasses of wine. Just keep it in the kitchen. Also, in the spirit of the evening, I think you should call us ma'am and sir, as appropriate for waitress."




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"Really? Julia asked, perturbed by this last twist. "I have to address Bruce as 'sir'? Can you see how that might be a problem for me, Allison?"

"Oh most definitely I can. But yes, really. Tonight you will say 'Yes ma'am', 'no sir,' 'thank you, sir.' I'm sure you'll get used to it in a hurry. "

"Fine." Julia said. 

"And now we get to the 'tiny bit more' that I was talking about with Laura and Katherine. Your big finale with Bruce," Allison said, raising her eyebrows. 

"Allison, puleeez tell me that I can do that in my room, and not in front of all of you," Julia begged.

"Hmm, well, Julia, that was not my plan," Allison replied. "But I do think that you are probably facing enough public display for one night. So how about we make a deal. You can give him his special oral treat in your room provided that you adhere to a few minor rules."

"Such as?" Julia asked, suspiciously.

"Well, you know, ever since you told me that you make the poor boy come on his own belly its been bugging me a little. I'll bet you also do most of the job with your hands, and just pucker up a bit with your lips on the head," Allison said, doing her best imitation of such a blowjob on an imaginary dick.

"Allison! That's personal," Julia replied, clearly amused and a bit shamed by Allison's admittedly accurate imitation of her technique. "And so what?"

"Well its just not the way guys like it, Julia," Allison said, as if that were all that mattered. "Believe me when I tell you. I have three chatty brothers and I've had twenty or more boyfriends, and I have a handle on this kind of thing. So here's what you have to do for me to let you conduct your skin flute symphony in your room. You have to take him deep, and with your mouth only. Hands behind your back or on his hips the whole time. And you have to take the load right down your throat, as we already agreed. "

"No hands? Jeez. What if I choke?" Julia wondered aloud.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, Allison replied, firmly. "Time to learn to fight that gag reflex. How, er, um, long is Bruce anyway."

"Not too long," Julia replied candidly, "but longer than from my lips to the back of my mouth. Anyway, if it gets me the privacy of my room, I'll do it your way."

"And of course," Allison added, "I'll be filming from a few webcams that I need to set up discreetly in your room. So you'll have to keep the lights on."

"Arghh," Julia groaned. "I forgot you were going to film it."

"And upload it for our members!" Allison added. 





Laura and Katherine were the first to arrive, at six fifteen. By then, Allison was dressed in her party clothes. She was pretending to read a novel on the sofa, but glanced far to often at Julia to make that pretense believable to any but the most casual observer. 

Julia was nervously racing around the apartment, putting the finishing touches on the place settings and making sure the food and drinks were all at the ready. Allison had granted her the option of wearing some jewelry and makeup, and Julia had accepted gratefully. She wore a simple gold chain necklace (that Bruce had given her for her birthday) a bangle bracelet on her left arm made eight or ten metal rings, and a woven anklet on her right ankle that she had gotten in Costa Rica. On her head, she wore a black headband that kept her shoulder-length curly black hair off of her face. And a pair of three inch diameter gold hoop earrings. With a touch of red lipstick and a little eyeliner, she looked about as good as she could hope to for someone who was, above all, conspicuously naked. 

When Laura rang the bell, Julia shot a glance at Allison, to confirm what she already knew: she would be welcoming the guests. Allison nodded, and Julia had her confirmation. She went to the door, and looked through the peephole to see her two friends standing together just outside. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open fully while forcing herself into a big wide grin. Laura covered her mouth to stifle a screech as she saw her friend in the flesh, and stared lasciviously up and down Julia's exposed body. Katherine kept her eyes locked on Julia's, and said, "Julia, so nice to see you."

"Welcome ladies. Please come in," Julia said, as her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. "May I take your coats?" Both women peeled off their overcoats, and handed them to their friend, who draped the coats over her arm and turned toward the bedroom. "Allison is in the living room. Please make yourselves at home. I'll be right back." 

They watched her shapely ass as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom. They waited until she entered the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind her, and then turned to each other and covered their mouths while bursting into a giggle fit. They made their way into the living room and greeted Allison, then sat down on the sofa directly across from her.

After a few minutes of chit chat in which all three women acted like this was just a normal get together, Julia appeared at the archway entrance to the living room. 

Allison took control immediately. "Julia, honey, have you asked our guests what they would like to drink?"

"Not yet," Julia replied.

"Excuse me?" Allison said, with just a hint of edge in her voice. 

"I said..." Julia picked up the cue mid sentence, and with a nearly imperceptible roll of her eyes, repeated. "I said Not yet, ma'am, But I will now." Then, turning to her friends, she said, "May I get you something to drink, ladies?" 

"Oh yes, I'll have a glass of white wine, if its not too much trouble." Laura said. 

"Me too," Katherine added.

"No trouble at all, ma'am," Julia replied. "Two glasses of white wine. And for you ma'am?" Julia asked, turning toward Allison. 

"I'll have a gin and tonic," came the cheerful reply.

"Yes ma'am," Julia replied, with a faint curtsy, before turning toward the kitchen. 

"She saying 'ma'am'?" Katherine said, to no one in particular. 

Allison raised her hands, palms up. "She's playing a waitress, Katherine. That's how its done." 

Everything went along fine for a few more minutes. After serving the drinks, Julia wandered awkwardly around the room, putting coasters under glasses and serving hors d'oeuvres or simply standing near the wall and awaiting instructions. Mercifully, the other women largely ignored her and made no mention of her predicament. 

Then a knock came at the door. Julia fought a visceral urge to run to her room, knowing that it was too late to back out now. Trembling, she made her way to the door. She saw Bruce through the peephole, holding a bouquet of red roses. Steeling herself, she grasped the handle and pulled the door open briskly. 

"Well I'll be damned," Bruce said, mesmerized. "I didn't let myself believe it was really true until just this moment. Honey, you look ravishing." Bruce held out the bouquet of roses. Julia took them. She whispered, "Thank you Bruce. Come on in." As he did, she put her hands on his shoulders and stood on her toes to plant a soft wet kiss on his mouth. Then, in a louder voice, she said, "May I take your coat, sir?"

Bruce looked at her, and realized that she had raised her voice for the benefit of Allison, who was listening attentively form the living room. "Why yes, please," Bruce said, handing Julia his coat. 

Julia smiled at him. "The other guests are in the living room, sir. Please make yourself at home."





For an hour or so, Julia busied herself filling drinks, rearranging the table settings, and pretending to be busy so she wouldn't have to simply stand and be ogled. Allison had made it clear that she was not allowed to hide in the kitchen. 

Mostly, Allison, Katherine, Laura, and Bruce made conversation about work, friends, and recent activities. Allison had requested of the guests (while Julia was not within earshot) that they should not talk directly to Julia except in her capacity as a waitress, and that they should do their best to pretend not to notice or comment about her state of undress.

Bruce, of course, had a hard time with this last part. More than once, Julia caught him staring lustfully at her. To her surprise, that was not as embarrassing as she had expected it might be. If she were being honest with herself, she might even admit that enjoyed the fact that she was having such a potent effect on him. 

Dinner went smoothly, with Julia hovering around the table and refilling water and wine glasses, clearing the table, and serving a baked Alaska for dessert. When the dessert dishes were clear and Julia had retreated into the kitchen to begin cleaning up, Allison came into the kitchen and shut the door. 

"OK kiddo, well done." She declared. "Now its time for act two. Have you told Bruce what he's getting?"

"Yup," said Julia. "And I guess its no surprise, he's ready. Have you noticed him hiding his boner all evening."

Allison laughed. "Yes, as a matter of fact, Laura and Katherine and I have been joking about it discreetly to one another all through dinner. So lets put the poor boy out of his misery, shall we? I suggest that you invite him back to your room now ."

"Yes ma'am," Julia said reflexively, not sure if that formality was still needed. 

Julia went back out into the living room, and asked if anyone needed a fresh drink. No one did. Then she said to Bruce, "Sir, may I show you some etchings in my bedroom?" Laura and Katherine burst out laughing. Even though they were not yet aware that an obligatory blow job that was about to happen, it was plain enough that the pair of lovebirds were headed for a tryst.

Bruce, with a wide idiot grin, said, "I'd love to see your etchings. Please, lead the way."

After the two of them had left the room, Allison picked up the remote control. Turning on the TV, she said, "This is the special dessert that I spoke to you about before. We are going to watch a little live homemade porn!" Switching channels, Allison arrived at a channel that displayed the inside of Julia's room. The image contained one large picture and two smaller ones, corresponding to three web cameras hidden in Julia's room. With the press of a button, Allison could switch the main image among any of the three, showing different perspectives of the room. 

Naked Julia and fully clothed Bruce entered the room just then, and Allison clarified the situation. "This, ladies, is penance part two. We're about to find out just how good Julia is at fellating a fella."

Laura was wide-eyed. 

Katherine looked concerned. "Does she know its being taped?"

"Yes of course," Allison answered honestly. She was grateful that Katherine hadn't asked, 'Does she know we're watching this live from the living room?' to which the answer would have been, 'Nope.'

"Oh my God," Laura said. "This is unbelievable. I love it." Laura was the most sexually adventurous of the four girlfriends, which was all the more ironic considering that she was an Episcopal minister. 

Katherine nodded. She said, with some guilt. "If its OK with Julia, I suppose its OK with me."

Allison said, "She's trying out a new technique too. No hands, big swallow for the finish." 

"Are you making her do it that way?" Laura asked, in a way that made it clear that she was just curious, not judging. 

"Heavens no, Laura. She wanted to," Allison lied. "Its an experiment."

On the screen, Bruce was feverishly shedding his clothes, unaware that he was the subject of intense scrutiny. He knew that the Allison had planted cameras to record this, because she told him as much. But he was not told that the live feed would be playing in the living room nearby. 

"Does Bruce know?" Laura asked. 

"Well, he knows he's getting blown, if that's what you mean," Allison replied. 

"No I mean about the recording, Laura persisted.

"As a matter of fact, he does," Allison replied, shrugging. "In fact, we're making it for him that's part of the penance."

When he was naked, Bruce stood near the end of the bed and locked into an embrace and kiss with Julia. Switching to the camcorder near the foot of the bed, Allison got a close up of the piece of anatomy that the three girls in the living room were most interested in. It was a well-shaped, straight and thick tool, probably just under six inches long. Laura put her face in a pillow and screamed into it, causing the other two women to laugh . 

Bruce could not have been in a better position when Julia broke their kiss and began to slide down to her knees. From the first camera, the women had a broad overview of the action, with both Bruce and Julia captured in full profile. From the second one, a closer side view captured Bruce from the front and Julia from the rear, her round ass bathed in the glow from a nearby lamp, From the third camera, the view was a close up of the action from the right side. Bruce's dick and the profile of Julia's face just about filled the screen. 

As instructed Julia sucked with abandon and didn't use her hands at all. This so surprised and delighted Bruce that he barley avoided shooting his load in the first minute of action. But he rallied in the hopes of extending this experience grabbing the sides of Julia's head and forcibly slowing her thrusting face. Bruce experimented with guiding Julia's head so that his dick went deeper and deeper into her throat – something that she had complained about briefly in the past. But this time, to his delight she was compliant despite one brief gag. After five minutes or so, Bruce began to buck, and told Julia he was coming, expecting her to pull away. Instead she locked her lips around his shaft even more firmly, and reached her hands up to his ass to keep him buried in her mouth. In seconds, Bruce grunted and delivered the load of his life into Julia's throat. It was more than she could swallow in one gulp, though she tried, and a drizzle of cum leaked down the right side of her chin. She kept him in her mouth until his dick was flaccid, and then moaned a little and planted a kiss right on the head, before standing up. 

"Julia, that was amazing," was all that Bruce could muster. 

"Nice of you to say, big guy," Julia replied. 

Throughout Julia and Bruce's performance, Allison, Laura, and Katherine remained mesmerized. Shaken into awareness by the sound of the bedroom door closing, Allison quickly turned off the TV. 

Bruce entered the room – the cat who ate the canary. Katherine burst out laughing, unable to control herself. "How were those etchings, Bruce. You look a little glassy eyed."

"Beautiful etchings." Bruce exclaimed. "Blew me away. How's things here?"

"Oh we're just hangin'" Laura replied. "Come on and have a seat."

Bruce sat down on the couch next to Allison, and across the coffee table from Laura and Katherine.

When Julia came in the room, a few minutes later, she looked no worse for the wear. She wore her pretend cheerful smile, and asked if anyone needed anything.

Everyone indicated that they were all set, and Julia pondered her next move. Was she really going to have to stand at the entrance to the room, buck naked and just an object to be ogled, or worse, ignored? Allison, as if sensing her distress, said kindly. "Nice job, Julia. I think you can be done as a waitress for tonight. Why not come here and join us on the couch?"

"And might I go and put on a bit of clothing first?" Julia asked tentatively.

"Well maybe in a little while," Allison said. "For now, come on over here." Allison patted the seat of the sofa between her and Bruce. 

Julia dutifully, warily, complied. 

When she sat, Allison patted her on the thigh and said. "So, gang, how do you think Allison has done on her penance tasks? Laura Katherine, was she a good waitress?"

"The best!" Katherine declared, and Laura nodded her head in agreement.

Turning to Bruce, Allison asked "And Bruce, was she good in the etching department?"

"Ten out of ten," Bruce said, raising a thumb.

"Well, I'm so glad," Allison replied. Turning to Julia, she said. "Well done, Julia. Two out of three down with a perfect score."

Julia looked stunned. What did Allison mean two out of three? The spanking, of course, was yet to be endured. But could she possibly be planning to carry out Julia's over-the knee spanking in front of their friends? 

Of course she could. What's more, Julia knew by now that pleading with Allison would not do her an ounce of good. She vowed not to cry, and not to let her friends see her beg Allison for privacy. She tried to talk herself into being nonplussed, after all she'd just spent the evening doing humiliating chores and sexual favors, on camera. How much worse could a brief spanking from Allison be? Even as she entertained that question in her mind, Julia knew the answer: It could be much worse. It was so... embarrassing. To be laid over a knee and spanked, like a naughty child, and in front of your closest friends and your boyfriend. 

"Allison, can I see you in the kitchen for a moment," Julia asked.

"Sure darling, come with me." Allison stood up an took Julia's hand, leading her to the kitchen. 

When the door closed behind them Julia tried, despite knowing better, to change Allison's mind. "Allison, please don't spank me in front of Bruce and the girls. I know you can, and I know you want to, but please don't."

Allison feigned shock. "Why Julia, I would never dream of it. I had no intention of spanking you at all."

"But I thought..." Julia paused.

Allison continued, "Bruce will spank you. I think that will sell much better to our vicarious web of voyeurs."

"NO!" Julia replied, loud enough for those in the living room to hear.

"Keep your voice down," Allison whispered sharply. "We are still entertaining guests. There is no use arguing, it is all settled. I had a chat with Bruce this afternoon. You might be interested to know that he jumped at the chance to take a hand to your ass. If you ask me, he's still a bit mad about that fight the two of you had. Anyway, he agreed and even signed a waiver for your little interlude in the bedroom, so I'm free to post the fuck out of that thing. And of course, that was the money shot, Julia. Consider that video alone, and what it means that I have the legal right to send it to whomever I choose, or to post it online wherever I like? Both of you signed waivers granting me those rights! Doesn't that make you want to live up to your promises to me?" Allison paused.

I said, doesn't that make you want to live up to your promises to me? Allison repeated, more quietly.

"Yes, Allison, it does." Julia answered, looking at the floor.

"And what did you promise me with respect to the spanking?" Allison asked.

"I thought it would be you and me alone," Julia said, petulantly.

"Is that just what you thought? Because my exact words were, 'let me film you getting that plump little ass padded a bit.' And that is what I plan to do. Film you, 'Kiki.' while 'Tad' paddles your plump little ass a little. Its for the site, Julia. And its what we agreed on. So when we go back in the other room, I want you to let the girls know what is going to happen. No need to fill Bruce in, he's already on board. I'll go get my camcorder." 

Allison paused as if suddenly an alternative had come to her. "Or, if you like, we can call the whole thing off now, and I'll just do what I have to do with the videos that I have already made. That works for me too."

"No, Allison, I'm ready to do it," Julia said, realizing for the first time that Allison might actually prefer the escalation that might occur it if Julia backed out. 

"Good girl." Allison declared, as she left the room.

Julia, with a mix of infuriation and mortification that she had never before felt simultaneously, prepared herself for this last part of the strangest night of her life (so far). Pushing through the kitchen door briskly, she entered the living room with determination. Allison was back in her room getting her camera and tripod, while Bruce, Katherine, and Laura were back on the couches chatting in the living room.




Naked Weigh-In Challenge



Julia cleared her throat, and said, "Ladies, Bruce, I have one more cooperative part of my penance to go." 

She paused just long enough for Katherine to ask, "Goodness, Julia, what more could you possibly do?" 

"I know, right?" Julia said to her friend, sardonically, "But yes, one more embarrassing act to come, courtesy of my evil roommate, Allison."

"I have to take a little more punishment, in an old fashioned way, from Bruce." With this, she turned to Bruce and met his eyes for the first time since coming back in the room. He smiled and winked knowingly.

"What do you mean, in an old fashioned way," Laura asked. 

Julia stared blankly. She couldn't bring herself to say the words. 

After a long pause, Bruce piped in to answer. "Well, according to Allison, I'm supposed to give Julia an over-the-knee spanking." Julia noted to herself uncomfortably that Bruce laid the responsibility for the upcoming event on Allison, as if he had no choice in the matter.

"A spanking!" Laura said, her eyes twinkling and her face lit up with a grin. It was clear that Laura was delighted to hear this, and that revelation came as a bit of a surprise to Julia. 

What none of Laura's friends knew was that Laura was a bona fide spankophile. For more than three years, since she'd met her most recent boyfriend John, she'd enjoyed frequent bare-ass spankings at his hand as part of their foreplay. She didn't know exactly why she had been unable to share this particular peculiar passion with her girlfriends: they certainly talked about every other aspect of their sexual experiences and feelings and boyfriends in intimate detail. But she had not ever felt comfortable brining up the subject of her fondness for having her ass slapped silly. Perhaps it was that this peccadillo seemed outwardly to be so at odds with her professional life as a priest. In any case. This promised to be the first time that she would have a chance to enjoy a spanking vicariously, and she was thrilled. 

Katherine was more circumspect. "Oh dear, Julia. Are you sure you're OK with this?"

For some reason, this note of concern struck Julia as absurdly funny, and she burst out laughing. "Am I OK with it. No fucking way! Oh my God, Katherine, how could I be OK with it?" They all started laughing. Julia caught her breath and continued her rant. "It's totally crazy. I'm naked. About to have my first spanking ever, given to me by my own boyfriend, while my best friends watch. And my roommate is going to film the whole fucking thing to boot. What the fuck is there to be OK about. It's a fucking disaster." Her friends were all doubled over with laughter at Julia's diatribe.

"That depends on where you're sitting, I suppose," Allison said cheerfully as she returned to the room with an armload of recording gear. "Seems like some of us might just enjoy this kind of show."

"You're planning to record this, too?" Bruce asked, puzzled. He knew she was going to record the blowjob. Allison had explained to him that recording the blowjob experience was part of Julia's punishment, and that he would get a copy of the tape. The model release that Bruce signed, Allison had told him, was a formality that she had to take as a professional. Moreover, she had shown Bruce Julia's model release to prove to him that she was in agreement. Bruce hadn't questioned it any further, delighted to think about how he might use such a blowjob recording for self gratification in the future. He hadn't considered that Allison might also film the spanking.

"Yes, Bruce, I am. And if you do a good job, I'll make a copy for you to keep. That OK with you Julia?" Allison asked. 

"Does it matter?" Julia retorted, somewhat indignantly.

"Why of course it does, honey. If you don't want Bruce to have a copy, then by golly he won't get one," Allison said, with in a feeble show of mock support for her roommate. 

"Then why make the recording," Katherine asked. 

They were coming dangerously close to information that might lead to their friends finding out about the website, and Julia sensed that Allison would be just as happy to tell them about it as to keep it from them. Julia had a decidedly different take on the subject of that kind of disclosure.

"She's making the tape because we agreed that recording this for Bruce would be part of my punishment," Julia lied. "It's OK with me, as long as he promises to keep it to himself for those lonely nights when we're apart."

"Like when you guys fight and you walk out?" Laura asked with a hint of sarcasm. "How's that going to work out for you? He's mad at you he gets to watch himself tanning your ass!"

"Good point, Laura," Julia said. I hadn't thought of that! But a deal's a deal." That put the subject to rest.

Allison shifted into her director's role. "OK Julia, first, I'd like you to sit on the couch next to Bruce, and I'll conduct a little interview. Then we'll get to the main show."

Julia silently sat next to Bruce. Allison framed the scene in her camcorder, pressed the record button, and then sat on the opposite couch with Laura and Katherine. 

After a few seconds, Allison said, "Just so that if this tape were ever to get out, God forbid, I want to use fake names, OK. So lets pretend your names are Kiki and Tad. Okay? Without waiting for an answer or any further questions, Allison yelled, "Kiki's punishment, scene one, take one. And Action!"

Then she started right in on an interview of the Julia and Bruce on the couch opposite her seat. "So Kiki, is it correct that you and Tad have recently had a disagreement?"

"Well, yes, we did," Julia said.

"Can you tell us about it? Allison asked.

"Well, I was at Tad's apartment, and I said some things that embarrassed him in front of his friends," Julia confessed.

Allison turned to Bruce. "Tad is that true? Were you embarrassed?"

"Well, yeah, a little." Tad replied hoping he was going along with the unwritten script.

"OK, I see." Turning back to Julia, Allison continued. "And do you want to apologize to Tad, Kiki?"

"Yes, I do", Julia replied. She could see where this was going.

"Well, then, please go ahead," Allison replied.

Julia turned to face Bruce. "Tad, I am so sorry to have embarrassed you... And at that point, Julia could no longer control her self, she broke out in laughter driven by the ridiculous script and the silliness of having to lead Bruce into a spanking scene! Bruce's sincere but confused didn't help. Covering her mouth with her hands, she tried to stop, but continued to shake with laughter for almost half a minute, a lack of control that was probably exacerbated by the butterflies in her stomach. The other girls started laughing too. Bruce, though, just smiled a little nervously. "I'm sorry, I'll pull it together," Julia said. "Let me try again. Tad, I'm so deeply sorry to have offended you in front of your friends. You didn't deserve it," she said, flatly.

Allison saw Julia's response as a perfect excuse to redirect the scene, and she asked, "Tad, did that seem like a genuine apology to you? Kiki seems to think the whole thing is a bit funny."

"No I don't," Julia protested, "I just..."

"I was talking to Tad," Allison cut her off harshly. 

Bruce spoke up. "Actually, no, it didn't seem so sincere, now that you mention it."

"Well Tad, I have to say that I agree, Allison attested. "And as your relationship counselor, I think that this issue needs to be resolved. Kiki, Don't you agree that this needs to be resolved?" Allison asked.

"Indubitably," Julia said stifling a remaining giggle. 

"And will you agree to accept Tad's recommendation for resolution," Allison said, teeing up the climax of the set up scene.

"Of course," Julia said, with the surprising sincerity of a good actor. "I love Tad, and want to make it up to him."

"Well fine. Tad, since Kiki's verbal apology did not seem to be satisfactory, can you think of anything else that might help her atone for her transgression?" Now Allison was leading him like he was an idiot.

"Well," Bruce said, taking his cue, "I think a spanking might teach her to be a little more respectful."

Julia, playing to the camera, widened her eyes and brought her hand to her open mouth in fake surprise.

"Kiki, Tad would like you to ask him for a spanking. Of course, its up to you," Allison said

Julia turned to Bruce, and said, "Of course its up to me. But any girl worth her salt would want to make things right with this prince. Tad, I've been a bad, bad girl. And for that I deserve a spanking. Would you please give it to me?

Bruce now smiled broadly, and said, "Yes, though it will hurt you more than it hurts me. Julia rolled her eyes, then leaned over and lay across his lap, resting her elbows and knees on the couch cushions on either side of Bruce. She glanced over toward the camera and pouted with exaggeration, a nod to her soon-to-be larger audience, then turned back to face forward and stare straight toward the far wall.

Bruce looked down at the luscious ass in front of him, and brought his hand up to ass cheek, rubbing it in small circles.

Allison piped in, "Well Tad, I think twenty strokes ought to be enough, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "And Kiki, the tradition is for you to count the strokes out loud. So please do so."

"I'm ready when you are, Tad," Julia said, gritting her teeth in anticipation.

SMACK cam the first hard spank. 

Julia tensed up, and screamed "Fuck, ONE". She had decided, not to take this quietly, neighbors be damned.

SMACK cam the second blow, to the other cheek. Bruce was not being soft. Julia yelled again, "OWWWW Two, Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.." 

Bruce kept up a brisk pace, and within a minute, the spanking was over. After he had finished, and she counted off the twentieth stroke, Julia remained in place, but put her hands back to rub her sore, red behind. Then she cautiously stood and faced Bruce. Tears ran down her cheeks, but relief from her ordeal being nearly over brought a smile to her face.

"Its also customary to thank the spanker," Allison said quietly. 

Without looking at her, Julia said to Bruce, "Thank you Tad," still rubbing her ass. She craned her head around to look at her bright behind. 

"You're welcome, Kiki," Bruce responded, solemnly.

"Yay!" Laura exclaimed, unexpectedly. "That was a great show."

Allison got up from the couch, walked over to the camera, yelled "Cut" and stopped the recording. "Well done Bruce. Nice Job, Julia. Let's call that a wrap! Julia, sweetheart, why don't you throw on some of those soft flannel PJs you favor, and come back to join us all here as friends once more. You penance is complete."

"Halleluiah," Julia shouted, racing to her room before Allison could change her mind.





The next morning, just after waking up Julia decided to check on the web page, expecting that Allison would have wasted no time getting it updated. And her expectations were correct: The site was awash with new content. Filling the home page were four still frames arranged in a square format, corresponding to the four new videos that Allison had edited and uploaded the night before. The upper left was a photo of Julia from the side, naked on the scales. Her arms were clutched tightly around her chest, and her face was in a pout. The caption read: "New this week! Kiki misses her target. Here's what she looks like naked!" The upper right was a photo from behind of Julia walking into the living room, supporting a tray full of drinks for Laura, Katherine, and Allison, who were seated on the couches. The caption read: "Kiki's serves as a naked waitress for the evening for Vivian and friends". The lower left photo was a shot of Bruce and Julia mid fellatio. The image was from behind Julia, showing her keeling with her ass resting on her heels, and her hands grasping Bruce's hips. Bruce's eyes were closed, and though the picture didn't show any of the action, it was pretty clear that Bruce was getting a satisfying blowjob. The caption read: "Kiki blows it!" The lower right was a photo of Kiki laying across Bruce's lap on the couch. Bruce's hand was in midair, just about to crash down on Julia's rosy red ass. The caption read: "Come to the member's only area to watch the videos of Kiki's punishment by Tad." 

Julia panicked. Until now, any content with nudity (all Allison's up to this point) had been hidden from view until a member logged in. This content – these four graphic photos, were available to anyone who typed in the correct web address. Moreover, this was the site that came up first with a Google search of Naked Weigh-In, which is how Julia always found the her way to it!

She raced to Allison's room. Allison was awake, but still in bed under the covers. "Allison," Julia began, "those pictures on the homepage. They show me naked without any membership login."

"Oh don't be a prude, Julia," Allison scolded. "They only show your ass and a little side boob. Besides, we're trying to lure them in, aren't we?"

"I don't know, Allison, we weren't trying so hard when it was just your naked pictures on the site," Julia complained.

Allison rolled out of the bed and sat at her desk chair. Bringing up the home page, she said. "Woohoo!, did you notice we're up to 300 members? That's three grand a month, Julia. Fuckin' A. And you know what did it, its these photo teasers." 

"Well, just the same, I'd like it if you took them down, and put them inside the members only section," Julia said.

"Hon, that's really my department," Allison said. "But I'll tell you what, I'll think about it. Have you seen the videos?"

"Not yet," Julia said. "I think I'll wait a while. Its all pretty fresh in my mind for now."

Allison turned back to her computer. "Suit yourself, kiddo. But you were spectacular. The close-up of you blowing Bruce, that's professional grade stuff. And the spanking. Oy. There's no content that good on any of those skanky porn queen sites. I predict a big uptick in our traffic."

Julia shook her head and left the room. When she got back to her own room, her phone was ringing. It was Bruce. 

She answered. "Hi Bruce, that was some night last night." 

"Yeah Julia, it sure was, he replied. "I really enjoyed myself, though I know it must have been hard on you. I hope your butt's not too sore." 

"Oh I'll be fine," Julia said, failing to bring up the fact that her ass was still too sore for her to sit down. "Its my self-image that's bruised. Are we back to the good?"

"Yeah, I already told you that," Bruce answered. "We're fine. You keep going down on me like that, and we're more than fine." 

"Well, maybe we can talk about a repeat performance there, but consider that other thing a one-time deal," Julia said firmly.

"Yeah, I figured as much," Bruce laughed. "But I gotta say, it wasn't bad for me. I never knew the spanking thing could be such a turn on."

"I know, I felt your hard on while I was over your lap," Julia teased.

"Yup, that was me al right." Bruce paused. "Hey, what I'm calling about is the videos. Allison already sent me copies. But I started to feel guilty. I mean, you didn't send them to me, she did. So I'm calling to say if you don't want me to have them, I'll delete them."

Julia thought for a moment about the irony of having three hundred men she didn't know able to jerk off to those videos at will, while her boyfriend couldn't even see them. Nah, thanks for being considerate, Bruce, but you keep 'em. I want you to have them." Just don't wear out your right hand, and no sharing."

Bruce laughed. "Deal. Thanks Julia. Will I see you later for dinner?"

"I'm never eating again, Bruce. I will not miss another Weigh-In target. But I'll be happy to see you."

As he hung up the phone, he threw it on the bed and picked up the remote with that now-free hand, to turn up the volume on the TV. His other hand never skipped a beat. 



End of Part I