[Fiction] A journey through Get Dare (Humiliation F/M, M/F(Later Chapters))

[RickyForDares]

Written from a first person perspective though it is Fiction

Chapter 1 A bad idea
Summer days are great for a 14 year old, no school, no work and plenty of leisure time. Of course leisure time can also get you into trouble and so it was about to be for me as I walked back from a baseball diamond after having completed a junior league game with three of my best friends. We were in no hurry and we let our teenage minds drift to mischief. Even more so when we crossed paths with the quickie mart. The four of us casually played truth or dare all the time but nothing ultra high risk, we had no girls to play with so it was usually silly boy stuff we did like wedging each other or running the base paths in just your jock at night. We took turns with dares and it was my turn I was about to receive the most inappropriate dare ever:

My best friend Ben would set the stage "Hey Ricky, your turn to do a dare"

"Ok I'm in as always" I replied

"Ever shop lift anything?" Ben asked with an evil grin

"No and I think its a really crappy idea" I said not wanting to break the law

"Well you probably wouldn't get caught if its something small and your fielding hands are as fast as you CLAIM they are, of course you did make two errors on throws today" Ben baited me

Unfortunately I wasn't quick enough mentally to avoid it "Those were throwing errors shortstops are the best fielders and I stopped everything that came in"

"Good then you shouldn't have any problems with this one" he paused for half a second and we all knew that my silence was compliance and acceptance "They sell two for a dollar Candy Bars here, go in pay for two and walk out with three"

"Easy" I retorted quickly, with my mental wits catching up I figured I'd leave them outside and simply pay for 3. They must have known what I was planning cause they soon followed with a demand for me to empty my pockets of everything but a dollar.

I crept into the store with a nervous look on my face I was sure I already looked guilty. The owner Mr. Ravish had no other customers and could obviously see me slanking around. My palms perspired and my stomach was in knots. I glanced on and off at Mr. Ravish, the only reason I knew his name was that he was the father of a girl who was in my grade. His daughter Aditi was also there working the stocks in the back. I barely knew her name her family was Indian (not like native American but from the country India).

Aditi was a pariah at school, no one talked to her or invited her to parties. She was pretty enough had anyone bothered to look, she was my height at 5'4" with a glistening olive complexion luxurious lips commanding green eyes and she had developed breasts already which is quite a big calling card when your 14. On the downside though her English sounded funny(she stuttered a steady accented but grammatically correct English), she didn't know American customs or games, and her parents made her work the store after school; so even had someone wanted to reach out to be friend her she would have no time.

Mr. Ravish looked down at his register and my hands trembled as I quickly brought down three full length candy bars. I slipped one deftly into my pocket and held the other two in my sweat drenched palms. I walked uneasily to the register as my chest pounded out any other sounds in my head. That last foot towards the register I breathed heavily and steadied my hands. I brought the two candy bars up to the register with my left hand and produced my $1 dollar bill with my right. I went to speak but I suddenly discovered my throat was too dry and Mr. Ravish interrupted me:

"Is that all young man?" Oh my God he knows I thought to myself, then I breathed again....wait a minute every store clerk asks that...still unable to speak I simply nodded.

He gave me a look of are you sure or at least what I thought was that look and rung the two candy bars. He handed them back to me. I nearly ran out the door but calmed myself....in retrospect I probably should have run.

As I approached the threshold to the door I felt an iron grip grab hold of my teenage shoulder as Mr. Ravish simply said "Got you you thief" He dragged me back inside the store as he pulled the stolen candy bar from my pocket. I flushed red and Aditi hustled to the front of the store.

"Watch Him" Mr. Ravish told Aditi, a useless suggestion since my knees were know totally jello and I couldn't run had I decided to. "I'm going to call the police young man" Mr. Ravish announced in a loud tone then in a slightly lower but just as stern tone he said "You know in my home country I would simply cane you right here and now"

I stood their motionless unable to move.

Chapter 2 - The Deal


Still trembling in the store Mr. Ravish had moved behind the counter to get to his phone and call the authorities. Yet he had moved just far enough away for Aditi and I to whisper, she did barely moving her sumptuous lips:

"Do you want me to get you out of this?"

"God please yes" was all I could reply

Still hushed and whispered she asked me a question at a moment I would agree to anything "Ok but you still have to atone, for this and now for blasphemy" and "You have to be my friend and play games with me, Deal?"

"Yes" was the only word I could utter in response

Suddenly Aditi pipped up in a full voice "Dad wait, this is Ricky he's not stealing, I told him he could have an extra next time he came in"

With a look of confusion on his face Mr. Ravish put down the phone (thankfully the police had put him on hold) and looked inquiring at his daughter "Why would you do that?" he asked

"Dad , remember that day those girls from gym class stole my pocket money, Ricky loaned me money so I could eat in the cafeteria I told him he could have an extra candy bar if he ever came in" She spun the tale beautifully and apparently I wasn't the only one who could be seduced by her eyes apparently she was Daddy's little girl.

Mr. Ravish softened his face and looked at me "Oh why didn't you just say so young man"

I explained to Mr. Ravish that I was shy and thought for some reason Aditi had told him I apologized and amazingly so did he for the misunderstanding. He even gave me a fourth bar for helping his daughter out when others were mean to her. Then as I was walking out Aditi followed me.

Under the watchful eye but out of ear shot from her father I had a conversation with Aditi. She asked why had I done it and I explained it was on a truth or dare game....then I had to explain to her what that was, she sounded intrigued and decided that that was the game we would play but she had no idea how. My friends had remained outside and I didnt want them seeing me talking to the pariah girl for too long so rather than explain the whole thing to her I told her to check out the website getdare.com. A mistake in retrospect given the community of ideas were probably greater than anything she could come up with on her own. Luckily for me she said she could only get out of the house an hour each day and since I didn't want my friends seeing us together I suggested 10am. No one else would be home and my friends probably wouldn't be coming over till afternoon (plenty of time to play with my new "friend") and have her leave before they came by.

The next day I overslept, so much so that I was still in my pajamas when Aditi rang the door bell at 10. She had a long stick with her for some reason, she said hello very briefly before telling me she loved the get dare site.

I talked to Katt James last night and she told me how to handle your punishment for stealing. She pulled out a rope from her store and led me over to a banister railing by the steps in my house. I wasn't that keen to be tied up but as punishments went it wasn't that bad. Of course it wouldn't have been that bad if that was the only punishment. Next thing I knew Aditi was yanking down my pajama bottoms and I was helpless to stop it.

I was stunned, I couldn't believe what was going on and was totally unable to stop it. My protests fell on deaf ears as she told me she knew why I had sent her to Get Dare, to find a proper "atonement for stealing.". Katt James told me my idea was right and now your gonna be getting a canning.

I was flabbergasted, even more so as I felt her olive colored fingers dip into the back of my underwear and pull them down in back exposing my bare white untanned bottom. I felt the cold air conditioning lick my bottom. Thankfully she left my genitals covered in front but I was 1000% times more exposed in front of girl than I ever had been in my life.

Before I had more time to consider my exposed naked butt she brought the stick(cane) back like a major league baseball player

WHIIIST the stick cut through the air and lashed into my butt, pain instantly knocked the breath from me and a cried out

WHISH the cane fell again on my bare backside and I felt the shock and fire land again on my butt

WHIST WHAP WHISH , three quick blows caused me to wail out and cry the heat was unbelievable the sting seemed to pound my brain and my cries fell on deaf ears

My Caning continued for five more excruciating blows WHISST WHAPP SLISST WHISH , WHAP, my butt was light a blaze as my eyes welled with tears and I could feel the heat start to gravitate up my spine I was in agony , my face was wet with tears and I could distinctly feel each spot where the cane had landed.

She paused for a bit , well a bit for her but what seemed like an eternity. My arms had gone limp against the rope and railing and I basically was using it to hold my whole weight as my mind could hear only pain.

AS my mind was clearing Adita looked stern suddenly and said "Ok now you need to count these out and say I'm sorry maam for stealing candy bars"

Before I could protest that I could take no more WHIIISSST the cane cracked the air and landed flat on my bottom refiling the pain in my head all I could say was
"1 I'm sorry maam for stealing candy bars"

WHIIIST the second crisscrossed some previous licks I had taken and caused me to scream so loudly I'm sure neighbors and people in the next county could heard me scream in a pleading tone
"2 I'm sorry maam for stealing candy bars"

WHIIIIIIIIIST I yelped hoped and did so so much that my underwear feel completely too my knees exposing my penis to a girl that until a few moments ago I would have avoided at all costs and here I was totally unable to avoid the shame of her seeing what I was born with.

She spoke up "Ricky were done, Katt James told me for punishment to Cane you until you writhed so much your underwear fell off, I hope you've learned your lesson.

Adita stared some at my exposed genitals and had it not been for the pain radiating from my butt I would have been humiliated but at the moment I could think of anything but. She sat down perfunctorily on the stairs and announced it was now time for us to be friends. She didn't untie me but told me all about her family and life growing up in India. As the pain died down I was humiliated tied there pajama bottoms at my ankles, underwear down at my knees and a girl my own age staring at me, while talking to me about nothing.

As the hour she could stay at my place drew to a close she untied me and left after giving me the slightest of hugs. I couldn't believe how nonchalant she was and as she was leaving I was hating her and resolving to never see her again......that was at least until that night.

The simple truth I would never have admitted to anyone was that night just before I showered I lowered my briefs and looked at the red licks she had left. Mostly I remembered the humiliation later of being exposed as she talked to me about things......I instantly become aroused, when I touched my still swollen butt I was forced to pleasure myself at the memory of the girl with the crazy cane.

I slept the deepest of sleeps that night.