Who's-Boo-Hoo

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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'WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 1 (THE CHOSEN QUARRY)

Fourteen-year-old Victoria Hyde is a shy ninth grader, a freshman in a high school new to her because her family moved to a new town just this past summer. Victoria has good reason to be shy as she is what parents call ‘a late bloomer’ but what boys in her class last year called ‘the local school board’, meaning she was as flattest-chested as the scrawniest girl in the middle grades. Even a few sixth grade girls had bigger boobs than Victoria.

Victoria’s even more embarrassing secret was that other signs of puberty were also missing. That is, her pubic area was totally hair-free and she didn’t even have armpit stubble to shave. Standing naked before her full-length bedroom mirror, she looked years younger than her actual age.

Her face was fair enough and she had glorious, golden, curly locks that fell past her flat chest all the way down to her navel. Being tall for her age didn’t help. In fact, it only served to emphasize her lack of size where it really mattered to boys: her hips and bust. Boys called her ‘string-bean bag’ and girl classmates had been even meaner, sing-song jibes, calling her ‘Hyde-and-go-seek/ but-nothing-there-to-peek’. Girls at that age can be such bitches.

Victoria knew that the coming year was going to be much worse because in the second term of ninth grade, P.E. for girls was a required course ( the first term was reserved for boys’ gym classes. ) And that would mean after Christmas break she would have to undress and get into her gym outfit in the girls’ locker room where everyone would see just how under-developed she was. The opening scene from the movie Carrie ran re-runs in her head every night! Oh, the horror, oh, the humiliation!

Victoria was anxious to hide what she considered her freakish lack of womanhood, as she knew what teasing and shame would follow such exposure. But she figured if she first became buddies with the coolest girls in school, their friendship just might act as a shield from the nasty taunting and dirty comments she could otherwise expect.

So Victoria committed herself to at least try to blend in with all the cool girls by going along with any activity older girls in the upper grades might do. Of course, Victoria was also keen on impressing the boys in her freshman class and was desperate to date, something she had yet dared to do. But although she was physically under-developed, as to sexuality, Victoria was as in need and horny as any fourteen, or even sixteen-year-old girl and, like most girls, played four-finger-fantasy-fun under the sheets each night.

For several weeks in September and October, Victoria tried to ingratiate herself with upper-grade girls who looked like they had the most pull with guys and who, not surprisingly, were the pushiest bitches who were mean to less attractive and younger girls. Victoria would normally stay well away from such bullies, but she felt she had to get on their good side for protection. She was not in the least ashamed of this. Survival of fittest boot-licking sycophant became her creed. She was all fired up. But when you play with fire, sooner or later, you’ll get burned.

At first, most of the senior and junior girls she was sucking up to had snubbed or ignored her. But Victoria was a persistent pest, ever hopeful that the cool crowd would get used to her and eventually give in and accept her. Most of the time, just the opposite happened.

But one group of girls, along with their boyfriends, seemed to be more congenial and even encouraged Victoria to join their conversations. In this way, those bitches and their bully-boy beaus managed to find out about this pretty, but too young, girl. They found outa about her interests and, more importantly, her fears. The greatest of which for shy Victoria was being exposed as under-developed in a physical and sexual way. She confided only in the girls, of course. But those 'friends' immediately started plotting mischief with their boyfriends.

Halloween was just around the corner and Victoria Hyde was about to star in an old, time-honored tradition (just invented that week) that would scare the pants off her... as well as all her other clothes. Her new 'friends' were very friendly now and Victoria was honored that they let her in on this very popular social event. Apparently, it was carried out each year by one freshman girl chosen by a committee of upper class boys and girls. If she accepted and fulfilled the "Who's Boo-Who" Halloween ceremony it would guarantee Victoria the status she craved. She had forgotten that old saying, " Be careful what you wish for'.

'WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 2 (THE SET-UP)

So, one morning in late October before the opening school bell, Victoria's friends explained to her how their Halloween tradition would work. As the one freshman chosen to represent the school, Victoria would go trick-or-treating in three neighborhoods in town dressed as a different famous character for each neighborhood and engage in conversation with any adults or kids who came to the door. The point of the multiple character costumes was to let folks know that the school was keen to have the community join in the fun while, at the same time, making it a shared educational experience for everyone. That's how it was explained to Victoria.

Victoria was a bit skeptical. " How is wearing different costumes a teaching tool?" she asked Fiona, the eleventh grader who been given the task of convincing this naive girl of the valid and worthwhile purpose to this rather bizarre event.

"It has to do with the multi-message, mixed-media aspect of "Who's Boo-Who"," replied Fiona, who was on the school's debating team and enjoyed using big words and puffed up ideas to mask total BS. "The unity of the theme is only realized when neighbors get together later to talk about the "Who's Boo-Who" event and come to realize the gestalt genius inherent in their shared experiences." continued Fiona in a yadda-yadda-yadda kind of blither-blather way.

All Victoria could do in reply was to nod and pretend she understood this confusing gobbledygook. She managed to ask this one question, " What's tomorrow night's theme then?"

Fiona gave an exasperated sigh, as if even a little child should be able to figure this out. " The theme is the message and the medium which, duhh, is the same. Your characters are all famous, so they are on the ' who's who' list of history. But there's something sad about their plight, so 'boo-who' applies. Now, the trick-or-treat engaging at the door, which you're going to pull off through role-playing, unites the message and the community in your dramatic presentations. Now do you get it?"

"Sort of..." lied Victoria who was completely lost as Fiona's fake-logic took her mind around twists and turns and led nowhere. " But what exactly is the theme I'm supposed to be teaching?"

"Ah, I'm glad you asked," beamed Fiona who was prepared for that question. " The reason the school chooses a young girl as message bearer each year, is because she represents innocence and discovery of the common bonds of community. Let me put it this way, Vickie, you're not supposed to know what the theme is until you've begun to engage the community in acts of mutual discovery."

" But I'm really confused. How will I know what to do?" pleaded an anxious Victoria. "How can I know how to engage at the door, if I haven't got a clue? Look, just tell me what to do and I'll do it, okay? "

"Game, set and match" thought Fiona to herself. She smiled warmly now as she consoled Victoria, " That's okay, sweetie. We don't expect you to fully comprehend the service you'll be doing the school and our whole town. And you needn't worry about getting your part right. You won't be alone on your mission. One senior girl and one senior boy will accompany you on your three-neighborhood, fifteen house "Who's Boo-Who" journey on Halloween night. They'll prompt you and give direction as you play your parts."

Victoria was genuinely relieved to hear that she had an important role to play, but that she could rely on a safety net of older kids who'd make sure everything went as planned. All she need do to make this work was to just do absolutely everything they told her to do, immediately and without question. She was so keen to get her friends' approval that she even did something she'd never done before, lie to her mom. On instructions from her new friends, she told her mother that she was going to a Halloween party at a friend's place. Her friends would pick her up this evening and see that she got home safely long before her usual bed-time.

The mischievous "Who's Boo-Who" plan was almost set to go. Stage one was already set as the main character, Victoria, had clearly been set up. Stage two took place the next night as Victoria was picked up at her home by Frank and Lynn, the two seniors who would escort and prompt Victoria as she made her trick-or-treat rounds. Frank was 17 and had a driver's license and the use of his dad's car for the night. So he would drive from one neighborhood to another across town and then on to the final area. As Frank drove, Lynn sat with him the front while Victoria was in back. It was rather chilly in the car because, for some reason, the heater was off.

Lynn described the first character to be performed. " First thing Vickie, take off all your clothes and give them to me while I explain your first role. We have to get that straight before you get into your first costume."

It was fairly dark in the car, so Victoria was okay with stripping. But she did glance at the rear-view mirror every few seconds to make sure Frank kept his eyes on the road and was not taking peeks at her. As per instructions, she had worn only the bare minimum, even though it was a very cool evening and she had some goosebumps already. So she shucked off her sneakers and socks first and pulled off her t-shirt, She wore no bra, of course, as it was hardly needed. Unbuckling her belt and with a sigh of resignation, Victoria wiggled out of her jeans and sat there for a minute in her white bikini panties.

One more glance to make sure Frank was not watching, and the 14-year-old girl, desperate to make a good impression and committed to doing anything and everything they told her to do, put her thumbs into the hem of her panties, gulped and shut her eyes and then quickly pulled her knees up, her hands down and her panties off. She was naked and blushing.

Lynn reached back and grabbed all of Vickie's clothes and placed them in a pillow case for safe keeping. Later, that stuffed pillow case would be locked in the trunk of the car. But for now, Victoria accepted the explanation that her clothes were being secured lest they get soiled or HEAVEN FORBID! ... lost. They all had a good chuckle about that. But Victoria was the only one who didn't get the joke.

Lynn kept Vickie naked and shivering for a few minutes as she explained the rules and procedures of the 'Who's-Boo-Who' community journey to which Victoria had agreed. She was relieved as it seemed pretty easy. "All you have to do, Vickie," explained Lynn, " is beg for candy at five houses in each of three parts of town. So that's just fifteen houses while wearing your character costumes and engaging folks in understanding your character. To be clear, it's one of three 'different' outfits at five house-stops for each character."

"Yes, thank you, I get it now, but..." replied a shivering, naked Victoria, " could I please get into my first costume now. It's really cold." Frank explained, that is lied, that his dad's car heater was on the fritz. He helpfully suggested Vickie warm herself up by rubbing her skin all over to get her body ‘nice and cozy’.

"As to your costume," snapped Lynn in an irritated tone of voice. " I'm getting to that. But first I have to outline the role so you can play your part in a constructive and realistic manner. So, your first character role begins our history lesson at the very beginning. So you will play the part of Eve as she is cast out of the Garden of Eden... Don't interrupt me. Vickie... I need to explain le motif au naturel, la raison d'etre, et la cause celebre of your role." As you can see, Lynn was just as adept in the art of B.S. as Fiona, plus Lynn often flaunted her skill in la langue francais in more than just French kissing.

"This is the essence of innocence fallen from grace." continued Lynn who was dragging out Victoria's embarrassment and discomfort for as long as possible to keep they young girl shivering in her stark naked state. At this point, Lynn handed Victoria some oak leaves which were about the size of the palm of your hand. "This is your Eve costume for the first five houses, Vickie."

" But where's my flesh-colored body-suit? " asked Vickie. "

"You don't expect the school to let you, our community representative, to cover-up history and God's Truth with a lie, do you? No, Vickie, Eve was naked save for a few fig leaves and, just like in Genesis, you must be too. Frank here will help you attach the leaves with duct tape when we get to the first house. They should be fig leaves, of course, but where would we get a fig tree? Besides," Lynn added to shock Vickie even more, " the oak leaf shape makes it kind of kinky teasing in a peek-a-boo sort of way."

"How many leaves do I get?" asked a nervous Victoria.

"Five," answered Lynn. " Two stuck behind to hide your butt-cheeks, one over your nicely shaven pussy mound, and one each to hide your nipples," pausing she added chuckling, "although, there's hardly anything there to hide. Is there Ms Hyde?"

That cut deep, but Victoria was determined to get everything just right. She'd come this far, stripping naked in the back seat of a car driven by a 17-year old boy, she might as well be almost nude for trick-or-streaking at five houses. She figured the oak leaves were almost big enough to cover as much of her naughty parts as a string bikini would. Not really, but she told herself this little fib to keep her spirits up.

" Let's go over the routine once more, " said Lynn. " (1) Your candy bag must not cover up the costume and so you have to hold it out from your body at full arms-length. (2) During each house begging trip you ask whomever opens the door if they can figure out who you are. (3) If they can't you tell them 'Eve after the Fall and in disgrace' (4) and then you say, ‘Please may I have a trick or a treat?’ Folks may ask you questions about your character or even ask you to do something cute for them so you can earn your loot. So try to answer as best you can and be sure to do anything they might ask you. And (5) all of this is to be recorded on cell-cams in photos or video-clips by me and Frank."

"Oh My God!," gasped Victoria. " You mean to tape and photograph me nearly buck-naked!"

"Of course, silly." smirked Lynn. " How else could we prove to the Town Council, the School Board and the Students "Who's-Boo-Who Committee" that this year the tradition has been honored and how well it's been received? But don't worry, Frank and I will be with you at each door to make sure you don't let everyone down. As to being seen naked, I guess it will be obvious soon enough that 'unashamedly naked in public' is the 'Who's-Boo-Who' theme this year."

" Doesn't being naked in public usually mean humiliation? " said a stunned Victoria.

"UNASHAMEDLY NAKED" insisted Lynn, " And that's what makes it an honor and the personal quality that we're trying to foster. You know the old saying, ' Tell the truth and shame the devil', don't you? Well you, Vickie, will represent the stark truth, pure and unashamed."

Victoria knew she couldn't back out now. She'd given her sacred word and, anyway, wanted so much to be accepted by her new friends. When the car pulled up on a side street in a residential area, Vickie stepped out of the car and, on orders from Lynn, stood with her legs spread about two feet apart with her hands up high and clasped behind her head. Frank took his time sticking the taped oak leaves right where Lynn said they'd be.

Frank was considerate and, to make sure the leaves didn't leave Vickie's bare body too easily, he made sure they'd stick by rubbing one hard on her pussy mound, slapping one a few times on her buttock cheeks, and pinching the two on her tiny titties. Victoria thanked him for this and Frank smiled as he replied, as a gentleman would, " The pleasure was all mine."

Victoria, undressed as Eve After the Fall from Grace and into Disgrace, was ready to present herself at the first house.

'WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 3 (EVE IN DISGRACE)

Clothed only in a few oak leaves, Victoria walked toward the house assigned to her by Lynn and Frank who, with cell phones in hand, accompanied her to the well-lit porch on Elm Street. Victoria was shivering and not just because of the cool air and her lack of covering; her stern resolve to see her task to the end did not shield her from the fear and humiliation she was feeling. Three youngsters were on the porch already and were about to leave with their candy loot. But when they saw Vickie they stepped aside but did not go away. Instead, giggling with hands covering their open mouths, they stepped back for a better view.

Still inside the doorway were two teenagers, a boy and a girl, who were probably too old to go trick-or-treating, but who stayed home to shell out goodies.

"Now who do we have here?" grinned the girl who looked about 16. " Are you going as a Las Vegas pole dancer or stripper, little girl?"

"Or maybe she's a whore." chimed in her younger brother, " One who got stiffed...( giggles from the kids on the porch ) by her last John who paid her in tree leaves instead of dollar bills."

With a nudge from Lynn, Victoria began her door-to-door delivery. " No, I am not a whore, nor a nightclub stripper. I'm someone important in the earliest of human history. Can you guess from my "Who's-Boo-Who' Halloween costume who, boo-hoo, I am?"

The young brother ventured a guess. " How about an ancient Greek nymph of the forest who was just rolling in the hay with a satyr? You know, one of those horny half-man half-studs who smells like a goat." Gasps and loud laughter from the peanut gallery on the porch.

"No, that can't be, Jim." chuckled his older sister, " Nymphs are all naked, true... but they're also supposed to be really sexy with big boobies, wide hips and fat butts just right for spanking. "

Their comments just made Victoria more self-conscious and humiliated. But she continued with her next scripted lines. " Good guesses, but not right. Shall I tell you who I am? " The two teens nodded and Vickie stood up straight, as if she were proud of her costumed portrayal. " I am Eve, lately driven from the Garden of Eden. So shocked by my nudity, I have covered all my naughty bits with leaves. That is who... boo-hoo... I am."

Vickie held out the pillowcase she was given as a lot bag and the boy was about to toss in three candy bars when his sister piped in with, " Not so fast. You were kicked out of Eden for swiping an apple, if I recall. That deserves punishment, not a reward. But we should be fair about it, seeing it's Halloween. You get some sweet treats... but only after a sound spanking on your butt.. spanking on the bare, of course. So lose those leaves stuck on your butt cheeks and bend over."

This time it was Frank who gave Vickie an affirming and encouraging nod. Lynn was busy recording all the action. Vickie did as she was told. Frank held on to her butt leaves. He even helped Vickie stay in position by holding the bare-ass girl in her bent-from-the waist position while brother and sister took turns whacking her buttock cheeks with the palms of their hands.

"It's Halloween 2018." said the lad. " That's 10/31/18.. So ten, plus thirty-one, plus eighteen... which adds up to 59 .. So, Eve gets 59 smacks!"

The spanking was so rapid, and simultaneously shared by the swatting siblings, that it was all over and done with in just two minutes. The pair were not giving Vickie hard swats, but hard enough that Victoria's butt was glowing and sore. However, there was another glow happening on in Vickie's body, also in her nether regions. For some reason beyond the Vickie's understanding, her vagina was warning up and getting moist to boot.

Maybe it was the fact that the brother and sister spanking team with Frank's help were able to smack both butt cheeks and her pussy lips between them. This reminded Vickie of finger fun at night and.... OMG, it suddenly occurred to her; she was getting off on being spanked. Was she leaving drops of girl-goo on their hands? She hoped Frank and the others wouldn't notice. Maybe, but if they did, they weren't saying.

Victoria did get an extra helping of candy and, as an ironic bonus, a big, red apple was tossed into her loot bag too. She thanked them for shelling out and, she thought, her shellacking too; she was still creaming down there after getting off. Off she went with Lynn and Frank right behind. On to the next house designated by her escorts. It was three doors down and on the other side of the street. This time the porch was empty of other trick-or-treat kids, but, once again, there were teenagers waiting on the threshold doing shell-out duty. This time three girls and one boy greeted her with wide grins and mischievous looks in their eyes.

"Now who are you supposed to be, little girl?" asked one of the girls in the doorway. " No, don't tell me. Let me guess. You're on a triple-dog dare and you have to trick-or-treat naked until you've collected enough candy wrappers to replace those leaves covering your tiny tits and bald pussy. Am I right?

Vickie began her spiel, " Not exactly, " she replied, trying to be polite, " I am Eve, lately driven from the Garden of Eden. So shocked by my nudity, I’ve covered all my naughty bits with leaves. That is who boo-hoo I am."

"Not all your bits," smirked the lad at the door, " Your butt's not covered at all."

He was right. It seems Frank had failed to properly stick the leaves back on after Vickie's spanking. They had fallen into darkness, just like Eve.

The teens at this house gave Vickie several mitts full of candy and even helped to redress her bare butt with taped maple leaves from their front lawn. They even assisted Frank in slapping the sticky leaves hard to make sure they stuck this time. Of course, that hurt all the more as Vickie's red rear end was barely recovered from her recent spanking.

It struck Vickie as odd that so many teens, too old for trick-or-treating, volunteered to stay behind to shell out. Because at the next house, there was once again a guy who looked about 16 or 17. He eyed Vickie up and down as she went through her rehearsed opening. He tilted his head and smiled as he told her, " Your tree trunk has lost some leaves, Eve."

And, sure enough, the two leaves which had been taped over her nipples were nowhere to be seen. But the boy was anxious to help redress the situation and, like his neighbors before, found some leaves with which to cover Vickie. But he was insistent on not just hiding the girl's nipples. Instead he took nearly a dozen leaves, roll-taped to stick to bare skin, and applied them one at a time, by squeezing her small boobs with both his hands. He took a good three minutes feeling her up before he was satisfied that her dignity was preserved and her shame well covered up.

On to house number four where two older girls ( some 18 or 19-years-old ) noticed that Eve's single-leaf that was covering her most private part was dried and crinkly.

"That won't do, " said one of the girls, " That leaf is so brittle and crumbling, it makes it look like you don't care if your pussy's covered or not. You need a new, fresher one... a new leaf, I mean."

They pulled the old leaf off and rummaged around their yard for an appropriate leaf. What they came up with was a bunch of long, thin leaves with spiky edges. Lynn recognized what they were immediately and moved quickly to stop the girls from placing them on Vickie's pussy mound. The leaves were, in fact, thistles. Skin exposed to them would sting and itch for hours.

Lynn pulled the girls aside and whispered through gritted teeth, " We said no real harm was to be done to her. Just stripping and spanking and a little feel-up/ feel-good time. So drop it!"

The two shrugged their shoulders, dropped the thistles and picked up one large bright red maple leaf. This they rubbed along and into Vickie's pussy before taping it. Vickie hadn't heard all of the side conversation, but she was beginning to realize that the houses picked all had teenagers who seemed to know what was going on. It looked just a little fishy to her.

At the fifth and final house for her trick-or-treat Eve portrayal, Victoria didn't even get a chance to give her opening lines. That proved to Vickie that the shelling-out teens were in on the 'Who's-Boo-Hoo' ordeal.

This time it was three girls and three boys who had likely been drinking something stronger than cider. They shouted out together in a drunken sing-song " Here's Eve...after the Fall! Let's see Eve Before, baring all!" Lots of laughter, loud and slurred. Then a frenzy of hands grabbing and pulling off all of Vickie's leaves.

Then, as a funny gesture to add to her indignity, a small red apple was shoved into Vickie's mouth and she bit down on it as she was draped over the teens’ laps, all six kids joining in as Vickie got spank-punished in Eve's original state of nakedness for her original sin. By the time her spanking was finished, her butt was as red as the apple in her mouth and her pussy was just as juicy.

"WHO'S-BOO-WHO" PART 4 (DANCE OF THE SEVEN VEILS)

Victoria was about to get in the back seat of the car when Lynn held her back saying, " Hold on there, Ms V. Let me put a towel down on the car seat. We don't want Frank's dad's car to get mussed up and all wet, now do we?"

Vickie was mortified but not too surprised. The sight of a dripping pussy might be missed in the dark, but her sex-scent was evident even to herself. She didn't try to deny her state of arousal, but she did ask Lynn if getting off while getting spanked was a normal female reaction. Being a virgin and never dating guys, she said, meant she didn't know much about such naughty things.

"Any stimulation will bring about emotional and physical reactions," answered Lynn in a hushed whisper. " But in a girl your age and lack of experience, it usually only happens when the girl has pent-up desires and/ or Bondage & Discipline fantasies." Lynn paused for a second as if in deep thought, " Of course, that reaction also happens when the girl is a total slut." Lynn's last line was delivered louder and with a beaming grin on her face.

For the next ten minutes no one said anything. Vickie's face was as red as her butt, Frank was busy driving, and Lynn was arranging some fabric she'd pulled out of her handbag. All the while, Vickie shivered and shook in the back seat wondering when she'd get her next outfit and who the next mystery character might be. A few minutes later Frank pulled up to the curb and Lynn hopped out to join Vickie, whom she insisted on now calling Ms V. Lynn was holding three strings and seven white, cotton handkerchiefs.

"What's that?" asked Vickie. When told what they were, she asked " Could I borrow one of those handkerchiefs? I seem to have the sniffles. I'll probably get a cold without clothing so I hope you have a nice warm costume for the next five houses."

"These aren't for your nose, silly girl." laughed Lynn. " The handkerchiefs are your costume and the strings are what will hold them in place. Let me loop the strings on you now. Then we can get out of the car so I can place the concealing handkerchiefs just right."

One sting was tied and looped behind Vickie's head with the front part draping the bridge of her nose. The second string was tied tight in back and sat just above Vickie's none-too-ample bosom crossing at her breastbone. The last string hooked over her hips and was tied, bikini style, on one side so the string was at her waist and above her buttocks in back and her pussy in front. With the strings attached, the girls got out of the car. Frank stayed in the car listening to some rock and roll on his i-buds while Lynn finished Vickie's wardrobe and make-up. First Lynn applied jungle-red lipstick to Ms V's lips.... both sets.

"Whhhaa what are you doing?' cried Vickie who was puzzled by this but also uneasy about the way Lynn was slowly, and at times deeply, applying the nether lips' cosmetic coating.

Lynn had already used the lipstick on Ms V's upper lips making her look like a five dollar whore. The lower application was done to make her feel like one. Lynn continued the sensuous cuni-cosmetic care as she explained how both the make-up and costume were perfect for Vickie's next character presentation.

"And who might that be?" asked Victoria.

"Well, Ms V., " said Lynn as she tried to suppress her giggles, " You will be representing one of the most famous sluts of all time, Salome of the Seven Veils. You're familiar with her story, right?"

"Of course, I am," replied an indignant Victoria who had attended Sunday School since she was six. " Salome was King Herod's harlot who was in love with John the Baptist and had the saint's head cut off and served on a silver platter because John loved things sacred and wasn’t into sex-sluts.

"That's right." said Lynn, " And to convince Herod to do her jealous bidding, Salome performed a special striptease called the Dance of the Seven Veils, which was not tease at all because she took off all her veils." Lynn turned Vickie about and proceeded to fold three handkerchiefs under the string at her back, thus covering the young girl's buttock cheeks.

"There's three veils behind," said Lynn as she turned Ms V to face front, " And here are two to cover your iddy-biddy-boobies... and you know, they do completely cover because your tits are so teeny-weeny."

Vickie was getting very used to these remarks that belittled her already too little breasts. She was also becoming familiar with the groping fingers on them and in her pussy as well. Lynn set, adjusted and tucked in then rubbed and tucked out the handkerchief folded in the front at Ms V's waist and nicely covering her beautifully shaven pussy mound. Lynn must have noticed how wet-stained that handkerchief had become, by cum. Vickie just sighed for a few reasons.

The last veil was the uppermost one with the last handkerchief folded along the string so as to cover Vickie's face from below her eyes down past her chin. She looked like a slutty version of Princess Jasmine from the Disney Aladdin movie. "At least," thought Vickie, " I'm better covered than I was with those leaves." But, of course, the dance she'd have to do would change that, Lynn explained both the lines Ms V was to use and the bit of entertainment she would have to give to stay in character.

At the first house in this section, Victoria stepped lightly on to the front porch and rang the doorbell. Frank and Lynn were right behind her as the door flung open and a tall man who looked to be in his mid-thirties greeted them with disbelief. His eyebrows raised, his jaw still dropped and his brow furrowed, the gentleman scratched his head in confusion and asked, " Aren't you a little too old to be out trick-or-treating, Miss... or maybe too young to be wearing such an... uummm adult Halloween costume? Who are you supposed to be, anyway?"

Victoria just stared, dumbstruck and shaking in fear and humiliation. She was just as shocked as this man seemed to be. At all the previous houses, she'd been greeted by older high school students she'd never met before. These boys and girls had been assigned to shell out. But this was a grown man at the door. What's more, she knew him! He was Mr. Kenmore, her homeroom teacher. In the darkness, he hadn’t yet recognized her.

As Victoria stuttered and stammered, not knowing what to say, Lynn and Frank came to her aid and explained how this trick-or-treat girl was posing as a famous historical person and would do something now to give a hint as to who she was. Frank nudged Vickie and woke her from her stunned silence and frozen stance. Gulping, Vickie shrugged her shoulders and began a sexy Mid-Eastern Arabesque dance with waving arms and swaying hips. She tried to maneuver herself into the shadows, but Lynn pulled her back into the light.

This went on a couple of minutes before Mr. Kenmore shouted out," Oh.. I've got it! You're supposed to be Salome of the Seven Veils.. Yes, let's see: I saw three handkerchief veils hiding your rear seat, One each draped over your two breasts.. that's five.. one masking you pretty face and one more over your womanly womb-area. Total of seven.”

“But,” he chuckled. “ aren't you going to take them off as you dance?"

Here Frank stepped in before Vickie could answer. " You've guessed correctly, sir. But this is a special trick-or-treat ceremony where Salome has to make five appearances tonight and leave one or more veils at each house. So she can't strip completely for you, but you do have your choice of which part of her body you'd like her to bare for you. Go ahead, choose."

While Frank was saying all this, Vickie was dreading that Mr. Kenmore would recognize her by the sound of her voice, so she kept quiet. But now she heard her homeroom teacher say, " It's only polite to see this young girl's face, don't you think?" And his hand reached up to pull the face veil off.

But Vickie stepped back and finally dared to speak, saying " Sir, if I am to be Salome who has danced for you, surely you must play the role of King Herod and take on his notoriously lascivious reputation."

The teacher cocked his head to the side in an attempt to recall a name to fit the voice he'd just heard. He shook his head unable to come up with a name, but now was more curious than even; he was sure he recognized that voice. But he was also befuddled by the girl's comments. " So I am to play the lecherous King? What do you think Herod would want revealed, young lady?"

"Oh, I think your know, sir" said Vickie in as sultry a voice she could muster and while placing her hands on her hips with her index fingers pointing at the handkerchief covering her pussy."

Mr. Kenmore's face turned beet-red and his breathing was hard. But Vickie couldn't tell if that was from building sexual arousal or suppressed anger. It appeared to be the latter, as her homeroom teacher stared daggers at her and blurted out, " How dare you make such an offer.. such an offensive assumption? If you prefer to reveal that which should be hidden and keep secret your true identity, I shall take a peek myself!" And with that, Mr. Kenmore lifted Vickie's face veil and immediately knew who she was.

"Miss Hyde! " he shouted as he dropped the face covering, " I've seen enough and I'm sure your parents will be interested in knowing what naughty things you get up to!"

"Oh, please sir," cried Victoria, " Don't tell my dad or mom. They'd feel so disgraced and they're bound to tan my hide something awful."

"You have a point, Victoria." conceded the teacher. " As a teacher I should handle this on my own in an appropriate manner. "

Vickie was relieved but Frank and Lynn were concerned, and said as much, that the Salome part of the task would be thrown off kilter if Mr Kenmore didn't take a veil and reveal some naked flesh. But the homeroom teacher came up with a solution to suit all needs. He would not take Salome's face covering, he would not remove her pussy-veil. Instead, he would rip off those three handkerchiefs from her buttocks... thus staying in lewd King Herod character... and give her the spanking she might expect from her father, while sparing her parents the shame and disgrace.

Victoria actually thanked him after he gave her 25 swats across her bare butt. Mr. Kenmore's slow smile right afterwards showed he knew more than he was letting on, as he glanced at the palm of his spanking hand and noted it was slimy wet and pungent. Like the spanks at an earlier house call, Mr. Kenmore's hand strayed from the butt cheeks to the open pussy every few slaps.

In the second set of the five houses to be visited as Salome, Victoria handled the scripted intro and quickly went into her 7-veil dance with special care to wiggle her now bare ass for everyone's pleasure. The next house was manned by two boys who flipped a coin to determine who would peel off which veil from Salome the slut. The lad who'd picked the winning 'Heads' toss decided that was on omen and chose to see who this dirty-dancer was by removing her face mask. She gave him quick peck on the cheek for being so gallant and honorable.

His older brother who had picked 'Tails' said if he'd have won, he would have taken that as an omen too. But it would have been him doing the kissing on her wet lips between her legs after snatching the veil from her snatch.

They moved on to the third and fourth houses where Vickie's two breasts were relieved of their handkerchief coverings before a mixed crowd of older boys and girls. No spankings at these homes, but veil removal did involve a certain amount of nipple pinching.

The last Salome Dance venue was manned by just one lad, a senior who turned out to be the football team's quarterback, Jack. He heard Vickie out as she explained her role and, now wearing only two strings above and a single string with folded handkerchief over her pussy mound, she danced and twerked as sexy as can be.

It turns out Victoria had noticed Jack on the field in practice and in the hallways between classes. She was smitten and, by now, as unashamed of her nudity as could be. She was teasing and trying to be alluring for potential dates in the future. Jack just stood there, tall, manly and silent as he chewed gum and smiled.

" You know what would be really sexy, Salome?" Jack asked as his eyes traveled over Vickie's pretty face, long tresses, cute but tiny boobs, small but bubble-butt ass and, finally, at her only covering between her thighs. "What would be a real treat and not at all tricky, is for you to take off your last veil and hand it to me."

Vickie knew if she accidentally touched her pussy right now, she'd have a massive orgasm. And then she thought 'Maybe that's what Jack wants to see..' and her hand went on her last veil, she touched it.. the veil, that is.. her hand lingered.. she hesitated ..time stood still.

"Oh what the heck," cried Jack, grinning, " I'll give you a hand." And their two hands touched as Love and Lust met in a most (and moist) appropriate spot. They shook, so to speak. And after about two minutes of petting and wetting, Jack took his Salome souvenir and smiled as he sniffed the final veil. Vickie had to be led away from the porch by Frank and Lynn, as Ms V was somewhere dark and warm in her mind.

They all got in the car and drove around for a while to let Victoria come down from cloud nine in her dreams of 69 with the school's star quarterback.

"WHO'S-BOO-WHO?" PART 5 ( LADY GODIVA RIDES AGAIN)

As Frank was nearing the next neighborhood destination, Lynn told Victoria that her third and final character would be Lady Godiva who gallantly road through the borough which her husband, the Lord of the Manor, was lording over by over-taxing the peasants, merchants and artisans.

"That's wonderful!" beamed Vickie. "Lady Godiva was a sort of Medieval Feminist, right. Sort of like the PETA protestors who go naked rather than wear fur. That's a role model I could really look up to."

Lynn chuckled at Vickie's choice of words, " Yes, I'll bet many a peasant looked up to her that day as she rode astride her steed, which you won't have, of course. The game plan is that Lady Godivahas been left stranded and completely exposed when her horse ran off. So you're wearing not a stitch of clothing...but you do have a two foot long wooden switch as a riding crop. That will be the only bit of costume you'll have this time. But I bet your getting used to nudity by now."

"Indeed I am," grinned Vickie, happy and confident for the first time that night. Public nudity hadn't been the end of the world, the spanks hurt a bit but they also seemed to excite her too. 'And then there was Jack...' Vickie dreamily thought as her smile broadened.

"Earth to Ms V... Come back from space.. " joked Lynn. " Now we'd like you to pull this role off looking, acting and sounding the part of a bold, brazen, naked femme-fatale. So be haughty, like the horsey set... Speak with a bit of an upper class British accent, if you can. And let the guys and girls at the door know that you've got right on your side and a gorgeous body they should be honored as well as happy to see."

Well," said Vickie a bit nervously, " I'm sure I can pull off the attitude you want, and the Brit accent shouldn't be too hard.. but I'm not sure I could convince any guy that my body is gorgeous."

"Sweetie," smiled Lynn warmly, " You have beautifully long, curly blonde tresses, smooth unblemished skin, a sweet smile on a cute face. Of course teenage boys will find you gorgeous... But mostly that will be because you'll be buck naked with a clean-shaven pussy mound."

Her spirits bucked up, Victoria made her way to the first house, as always, accompanied by Frank and Lynn carrying recording devices. It was getting late by Halloween standards, maybe nine-thirty, and Victoria was hoping to finish the tour in the next half hour or less. She didn't want to push her luck with her parents’ patience. She figured they'd be waiting up until she returned. So she stepped lively and began her new character routine to the three teens at the door, two girls about her age and an older boy.

" I am the Lady of this realm, my good subjects and I seem to require your aid." Vickie began as haughtily as she could. Her arrogant strutting matched her upper class, snooty tone of voice. " I have been sacrificing my dignity on your unworthy behalf this night and have been cruelly betrayed by my steed." She was laying it on thick. Both Frank and Lynn were quite impressed at how much of an ass Victoria was making of herself.

Vickie had been pacing back and forth on the porch in regal style, that is, ignoring those to whom she condescendingly spoke. They, the three teens, were not amused. As Victoria turned to face them, with her arms akimbo and her chin out-jutting, the youngest girl stepped out of the doorway, looked their visitor up and down. then reached forward and pinched Vickie's right nipple.... hard.

"Owww!!" screamed Vickie who now crouched down in pain and defensively cowered before 'her subjects'. "Why'd you do that?' she whimpered.

"You're naked." answer her assailant. " So I pinched you. Whadaya gonna do 'bout it, Lady Bitch?'

Trying to gather her courage and wits, Vickie assumed a now less-than-confident attempt at a superior tone, " I am of royal blood. I am Lady Godiva, wife to my Lord and YOUR Master, young girl.. and I will not be spoken to in such a manner by a mere.. OWWW!!!"

Lady Godiva's left nipple joined her right in pinched agony. Still, Victoria persisted in explaining her situation. But the two girls weren't listening and just stared at her while their older brother stepped behind this rude, nude trick-or-treat guest. A practical lad, he took things in hand.... literally.

He was a relief pitcher on the school's baseball team so he knew what this snooty bitch needed. He pulled his right arm back, wound up from the stretch, as it were, and gave Vickie's left buttock cheek a smack with the force of a 90 mile an hour fast ball.

"AYYYHHHHHH!" screamed Vickie, shocked by this unexpected slap. Her next shout was mixed with sobbing tears as the boy repeated his pitch on her right butt cheek. Trembling and totally undone, Vickie felt utterly vulnerable and meekly obeyed when the baseball ace told her to spread her legs and bend over. When she did, the pitcher threw a fast slider with the palm of his hand landing directly between Vickie's two butt cheeks and down the center for strike three on her already wet pussy lips.

Much to Vickie's surprise, the three of them scooped up hands full of candy bars and threw them into Her Ladyships pillowcase / loot bag. The older girl mockingly thanked Vickie with a deep bow followed by a swift kick in the ass to a cringing Lady Godiva who fled to the street and the safety of Frank's car.

They drove off quickly and parked about two blocks away in front of their next trick-or-treat house. But they all stayed inside the car for several minutes while Victoria got over her bruised ego and buttocks. Lynn got into the back with Vickie and hugged her close, not just for sisterly consolation, but also because it was getting much colder and shared body heat helped. Lynn didn't want Ms V to chicken out now when they were so close to a really fun finale.

The second and third house trips went much better with just one teenager at each home to greet them. Lady Godiva was less high spirited and it showed in her toned-down demeanor. She stayed in character in one respect, though. Vickie's Lady Godiva was proud of what she was doing, made no attempt to hide her nakedness, indeed she flaunted it as if she were born to bare ( as only the Royals can.)

The fourth house had a younger hostess to greet them. A girl who herself had just returned from trick-or-treating and had no idea of who this Lady Godiva was or the historic role she played.

"You’re who?' said the girl who was probably in fifth grade. " Lady Gaga? She dresses sexy, not butt-naked. You sure you’re not one of the Pussy Riot girls? "

Vickie tried to explain the history but the little girl was not really listening and, frankly, wasn't at all interested in Lady Godiva's nude ride protest against unfair taxes.

" So, you’re saying you were riding in a taxi and the cab driver stole all your clothes?

"No, no, no." cried Vickie, " I am a Lady and my Lord and Master was taxing his people, so I'm riding around naked to protest"

"Huh? You were naked and your Master likes looking at you through a peep-hole, huh? What is he, some kind of kinky, dirty old man?

"NO!..." screamed an exasperated Vickie, " not 'peep-hole' PEOPLE!... and not a taxi, I said taxes."

"But we're not in Texas, so we're not your dumb Master's people anyway. Here take a candy bar and get lost."

Frank and Lynn thought it was a riot, but Vickie, not so much. On they went to their last house of the night where the pumpkin lantern on the porch was flicking out. It was getting late but there was a light on inside. An elderly gentleman came to the door with two candy bars and a lollipop in hand. In the dim light, he had to squint to make out this strange creature on his porch.

"And who might you be, little girl.. and ummm aren't you rather cold with such a thin costume? " He was very near-sighted.

" I am Lady Godiva, taking my naked protest about town and I seek sweet sustenance to help me carry on my journey and worthy cause." Vickie was happy to get back into her character and perform before an adult who could appreciate it.

The old man reached into his shirt pocket and donned his eyeglasses, " Oh, sorry, I thought that was a body suit you were wearing. So you're Lady Godiva, eh? Your husband, Lord Muck-a-muck, has raised my property taxes for the last time, young lady!" The old man figured if this non-costumed teenager could role-play, he'd show her. He could do it too!

" I'm sick and tired of being pushed around and robbed blind by the likes of you and your hoity-toity husband." shouted the old geezer, " And I'm fighting back."

With that the old fella grabbed the switch from Vickie's hand and, in one deft move that surprised them all, he pulled Vickie over the porch railing so she was balanced on the three-foot high wooden wall with her legs dangling over the porch floor and her head shoved into the cedar bush facing the house. For a good minute or so he lit into her bare ass with the switch, leaving her butt cheeks covered in red stripes. He did not forget his manners, though, and handed her an apple for her loot bag before waving the naked and sorry Vickie good-bye.

At last, her trial was over. "Who's-Boo-Who' had come to a successful completion.... or so Victoria thought.

"There’s just one more task you have to do." said Frank " Your journey must end as the theme, 'unabashed nudity' demands. You live about a 15 minute walk from school, right? Yeah, well we are going to drop you off as you are now, totally naked, at the front steps of the school and it will be up to you to walk home naked. Now don't worry. You can get dressed before your parents see you because we're going to put all your clothes into your loot bag and leave it on the front. You'll be home, completely dressed, not too late just like you promised them.

The loot bag with the candy and all of Vickie's clothes were placed in the car trunk and Frank and Lynn dropped Vickie off, as he said, right on the steps of their high school. Through the car windows they waved good-bye and good luck to Vickie who smiled back at them and began the final stage of her "Who's-Boo-Who' night, a naked journey home.

She took her time walking back, and even though it was very cold by now, she kept her heart warm thinking of how she had dared to do things she'd never thought possible, how she had met and enjoyed so many kids her age and older, and especially how she had caught the eye of that total hunk, Jack. Her rep as a daring and wild girl, one of the cool kids, was guaranteed. And all that in one night of fun and, best of all, she will get home soon and her parents would be none the wiser. Vickie sighed and picked up the pace, eager to get into her warm bed.

At that exact moment several blocks away, Frank was humming to himself and Lynn was looking rather perplexed as they drove.

" Frank, I think you're going in the wrong direction. Victoria's house is that way." said Lynn as she pointed out the back window of the car.

Frank smiled wide and chuckled, " Yeah. I know."

"You bastard!" laughed Lynn, " Okay, wise-ass, you think you're such a bad-ass." Lynn pulled put her cell-phone and proceeded to dial. " You know Vickie is going to have an absolute...wait, Frank.. hold on . umm oh, hello. Is this Mrs. Hyde? Good, you're still up... I was just calling to tell you that Victoria has just left the party and she decided it was such a nice night, she wanted to walk home. Yeah, that's right.. So she should be home in about 15 or 20 minutes or so. It is a bit cool out, though.. so you might want to have a nice hot cup of cocoa waiting for her. I just called to make sure you were up to greet her.. yes, well thank you. Ah maybe you should turn your porch light on so she can see her way in.. Yes, uh huh.. Well you're welcome. Good night now. "

Grinning, Frank said, " You are such a BITCH! I love it! "

"That's Queen Bitch to you, Frank." smiled Lynn " Guess who's boo-hooing now. " They gave each other high-fives and drove on.
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