After Tricking Students, Teacher Is the One Made a Fool of on April 1st

From Student Underground News:

Eureka High School history professor Belinda Cifuentes thought she was being clever. But before day's end she'd find out the hard way that payback can be a real bitch (just like her).

Early this morning she announced over the school P.A. system that her class was about to begin and she would be teaching it in the nude.

It didn't take very long before a flock of students, some not even in that particular class, arrived armed with camera phones. The teacher was wearing a long red coat and some students surmised she had nothing on underneath.

But when the class began, Ms. Cifuentes stripped off her coat only to reveal she was wearing a nice white dress underneath her coat. When a couple teenage boys questioned why she wasn't naked, she said, "April Fool's! And fools you are to think I'd teach class naked."

One boy argued that she should nonetheless get totally naked as she promised. But the smirking professor merely replied, "Only in your little wet dreams!"

The embarrassed boy sulked the rest of the class, as girls seated around him laughed.

But Ms. Cifuentes didn't stop there.

"How gullible you boys all are," she laughed.

Before class ended she asked if some of the boys could stay after class because she had a bridge in Brooklyn to sell.

Ms. Cifuentes was to meet some girlfriends that evening and go clubbing. So, later, with classes dismissed for the day, the teacher left campus, went home and changed into more skimpy attire. Not wanting panty lines to spoil the look of the backless dress, she went total commando.

But it was still early in the afternoon and one of her friends had asked her to come over to her place and stay until they left to go party. Not wanting to change clothes again, Ms. Cifuentes kept on the backless dress and headed over to her friend's place.

But on the way she remembered she forgot her lesson planners in her school office. So she decided to make a quick stop to pick up the planner only to find a street rave going on in front of the school building. Quickly surrounded by students and slightly embarrassed because of how she was dressed, she tried to be the "cool" teacher and mingled a little, engaging in small chit-chat and even did some dance moves.

But then one of the boys she had humiliated in class earlier spotted her and said, "Tits! Tits! We want tits!" Soon other students were encouraging the history teacher to strip.

She, of course, refused. But then one of the teenage boys, Quinn, grabbed her skimpy dress from behind, yanked on it and, in a flash, Belinda Cifuentes was totally naked in front of dozens of gawking students. Her dress was quickly tossed about until it disappeared.



There was no place for her to run as grinning, laughing students crowded around her, some of them pulling out cell phones and taking pics of the humiliated professor.



Ms. Cifuentes was last seen running into the school building, still naked, and blushing red.



When reached by telephone, the humiliated teacher acknowledged that perhaps it wasn't the best idea to make fun of the boys in her class in front of their fellow students after tricking them with an April Fool's prank.

"I was so ashamed," Ms. Cifuentes said.

"I was out in the middle of the street in front of dozens of people! If I knew that was going to happen, I would have rather stripped naked at the start of class instead."

Happy Independence Day!

I'd rather be nude for the whole world to see than be in a Red Coat. Happy 4th of July!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!

Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Itty Bitty Titty Committee

The above video sure highlights a feeling I know all too well.

The embarrassment. The ridicule. The humiliation.

How else could I feel after being 'congratulated' over the public address system for having been 'unanimously selected' to be our high school's representative for the local chapter of the "Itty Bitty Titty Committee"?

The 9th grade boy who read that prank announcement before lunch hour one day was duped and the assistant principal later apologized for the comments made to the whole school about my flat chest. But in the weeks that preceded that most students had already seen full frontal nude pics of me that were being circulated about by a handful of jerks. So what was a little more shame?

After all, in reality, the P.A. announcement was not telling anyone anything they hadn't already been visually informed about.

Though rumors had persisted in my junior year that I was a "stuffer", I denied them - vehemently. When two 9th grade boys persisted, claiming that their older female cousin (who was a senior the year before) told them I was as "flat as Kansas" after observing me showering, I called them "fucking liars" and embarrassed them by depantsing them in front of several other girls. (Did they ever enjoy payback a year in my senior year when they effectively rubbed my face in my nude pics!)

All the jokes, though undeniably factual, were still quite humiliating.

"Boy-boobed Belinda."

"Flat as Kansas."

"Tacs on an ironing board."

"Pimples"

I'd also occasionally find breast augmentation ads taped to the outside of my locker.

One day a boy told his friends as I approached, "Here comes breakfast." Then, in front of me and his laughing friends, he explained to a new student that my breasts were as flat as pancakes.

Even some of rivals on other school softball teams heard of my embarrassment and chanted one time, "One, two, three, four. Who is flat as a door? Belinda. Belinda. Yeah!" A couple times training bras were rolled, taped up and tossed at me on the field.

I had already been publicly convicted of major 'bust fraud.' The 'evidence' was overwhelming and undeniable once everyone knew I still should be wearing a training bra at age 18 instead of stuffing an A-cup! (I couldn't even fill an AA cup at the time.)

How fitting indeed, many students and even some faculty felt, that an impertinent, mouthy, suspected bra stuffer had been exposed - LITERALLY!

There was certainly no point in stuffing my bra anymore after that!

I also went back to wearing a training bra during my senior year.

For flat-chested teenage girls, I can offer one important bit of advice from personal experience:

Never, Never, NEVER stuff your bra. It will only add to the humiliation when your nude pics make the rounds at school. And trust me. Nude pics of you WILL make the rounds. Someone will make SURE of it.

(At least I've since graduated from the training bra. Though, as you can see, barely.)

Happy New Year 2014

Hope everyone has a wonderful New Year in 2014.

On New Year's Eve 2012 (as she had done the year before), my then 27-year old sister and the author of this blog, Belinda, good-naturally accepted "volunteering" to dress up as "Baby New Year" for midnight. My other sister, Anna, and I dressed Bel up in a diaper and a white sash (to cover one boob, with electrical tape in the shape of an "X" over the other). That, along with a 2013 tiara, was how she remained in front of about a dozen close friends for nearly an hour until Anna and I announced the baby "needed changing" and led Bel upstairs.

It was such a riot! Not only that, but so many of mine and Anna's friends said they wished they could have been there that we realized we couldn't let them down. Not to pass up such a good opportunity to embarrass our older sister, we informed her Tuesday afternoon that she would be making a repeat performance as "Baby New Year." Being quite embarrassed and expressing regret from last year she refused but with the help of her two closest girlfriends and roommates we "convinced" her it would be better for her to "volunteer" than to be "drafted." Of course, she thought the only people present would be Anna and myself again, with her roommates (who are her two closest girlfriends) and each of their boyfriends and only a couple of other close friends, just like the past two years. Would be Bel ever be mistaken about that!

Shortly after 11pm on Tuesday night, I and two of Bel's two girlfriends brought her upstairs to transform her from a college grad and summer softball/baseball camp coach into a quite reluctant, whimpering new-born baby girl. We stripped her naked and then tied on a thin, white and very loose-fitting sash that draped over her right boob (sort of, anyway; her nipple was quite visible from the side or anytime she leaned forward. lol). Using electrical tape like last year, we then put an "X" over her left nipple. As you can see in from the photo, Bel's quite flat-chested (making her the perfect choice for a female "Baby New Year").



But Bel's landing strip had to go, especially since the diaper we dressed her in this year was a small cotton cloth nappy one much more appropriate in size for a new-born than for a 28-year old woman. Her girlfriends shaved off her strip but there was a problem with the diaper. It just wouldn't stay up! It obviously couldn't be secured to itself around her waist (it wasn't big enough to reach fully around her and pin together) because it was it was designed literally for a new-born. It also only covered the lower half of her butt in the back and the front was more revealing than we initially planned for her, too.

One of Bel's girlfriends had on a pair of ultra low rise Calvin Klein white panties. So off those came and we snipped away everything but the waistband and put that onto Bel. We then put safety pins on each corner of the diaper/nappy (which essentially wasn't that much bigger than a washcloth), two safety pins in front and two in back, attaching it to the panty's waistband. But perhaps inevitably, both the front and back of Bel's diaper/nappy sagged away from her skin far enough that nothing was really left to the imagination of anyone standing next to her. With that in mind, Anna and I would later figure "Why not?" for something else we had considered and which came as another shock to Bel.

As we were upstairs, Anna greeted about four dozen of our friends, including both our boyfriends and their brothers and even a couple of ex-boyfriends we still got along with. Our cousins were visiting from Puerto Rico, so they came over, too, two boys and two girls. Unknown to Bel, about 60 or so people had now gathered, most of whom hadn't even seen Bel in a bikini before, half of whom she barely even knew at all!

Having given instructions to the guests for quietness, Anna called upstairs to me and Bel's girlfriends and I escorted her down the steps and into the darkened room, the TV making the only sounds of the one-minute countdown before midnight. We perched Bel up onto a chair and, just to make she she wouldn't bolt, Anna and I each held onto one of her arms to "keep her from falling" we assured her.

Then, at midnight, the lights came on, everyone screamed "Happy New Year" and then for about five seconds there was absolute silence as everyone starred at Bel, who was stunned in shock.

Then, the hooting and whistling started, along with flashes from cell phones and cameras and Bel's face quickly turned as red as a tomato. She turned to us, repeating over and over, "Oh my God! I can't believe you did this to me. Who the fuck are all these people? I can't believe this..."

She tried to bolt, but quickly realized she wasn't going anywhere and she was soon being greeted by our cousins, friends, boyfriends of friends, girlfriends of friends, friends of friends - all of whom of course wanted photos of themselves with "Baby New Year." Guys hugged her and more than one made sure to pull her sash away when pics were being taken and several slipped their hands down the back of her diaper.

Bel just kept blushing more and more with each passing minute, the look on her face being something between a forced smile and being on the verge of crying. Our 18 and 23-year male old cousins were laughing like crazy and quickly began relating to other guests that they had once seen Bel spanked on her bare butt on the beach when she was 15 by their mom because Bel had been mean to some little boys and kicked their soccer ball into the ocean.

Anna's boyfriend's younger brother and his girlfriend are seniors in the same high school Bel, Anna and I went to and told Anna and me that they couldn't wait to tell some of their professors who had also taught Bel about this. Overhearing them, up walked another guest, a woman in her late thirties named Denise, who not only taught Bel ten years ago but who still teaches at the high school. That was a total surprise to all of us; she came as the date of another guest!

"Oh, wow! How adorable you look, Belinda" she giggled. "I must get a picture of us together."

As Bel looked like she wanted to melt away into thin air, her former teacher draped her arm around Bel's waist and with her other hand pointed at the front of Bel's diaper, which a laughing Denise soon tugged downward as her date snapped off several revealing cell phone pics. Some minutes later, a still laughing Denise was seen texting away with her phone.

Bel walked over to me and whispered, "I can't believe you did this to me. She's going to show those pics to EVERYONE!"

I quickly reminded her, "Relax, Bel. Everyone already saw you naked in high school, remember?" (a gentle reminder of the time some jerks circulated nude pics of Bel and two of her girlfriends during their senior year)

"But I'm in a fucking diaper!" she whispered loudly.

"Oh, hush," I responded, as Anna walked over and said, "Here. Use this."

Grinning from what Anna handed me, I then stuck a pacifier into our older sister's mouth. The look on Bel's face was one of total defeat and she resignedly left the pacifier in her mouth as several more guests walked up to take pics.

Then two 18-year old high school senior boys walked over, dates of friends of Anna's.

"Coach Belinda?" they asked incredulously, before bursting into laughter.

Bel had indeed coached them, about five summers ago, just after she graduated college. Bel tried to hide her face in her hands, but Anna wouldn't let her and after the boys handed her their camera phones, Anna snapped off several keepsakes for each of them.

Anna would later find out that both boys have younger 12 and 13-year old brothers who will be attending the same softball/baseball camp this coming summer with several other friends their age. Poor Bel!

About half past midnight, Anna snuck around behind Bel and poured an entire glass of champagne down the back of Bel's diaper, giving me the perfect excuse to make an announcement.

"Looks like Baby Bel needs changing! Gather around, everyone," I said to a room full of hooting, clapping and laughter.

As Anna laid a baby blanket down on the floor in the center of the room, Bel looked at me in paralyzed fear, mouthing "No! Please. Not in front of everyone!"

"Oh, Bel," I told said. "Be realistic. Babies have no sense of shame or any need for modesty."

Then perhaps realizing she'd look more even foolish resisting in vain than being a good sport and complying, Anna and I eased Bel down to the floor without any further resistance. Anna then removed Bel's sash for good measure, leaving her topless save for the "X" of electrical tape covering her left nipple, until a quick thinking male guest stooped down and pulled that off, too.

Then, as the room fell silent, off came the diaper/nappy, leaving Bel completely naked on the floor on top of the baby blanket in the middle of a circle everyone formed around her. The hoots, laughter and whistling then quickly commenced and never let up, Bel cringing as cell phones and cameras snapped away.

I then carefully lifted Bel's legs up in the air and apart and then made sure she was wiped nice and clean.



Bel's former teacher and the two teenage boys she once coached stood a few feet away, busying their cell phones and cameras along with everyone else.

What I'd Do - Dead Serious - for Just One Official Major League At-Bat

Damn right I would. To hell with modesty. Hear that, Jed? Call me, you have the number.



Not only that but I'm damn better than some of the scrubs you have playing on the current roster - and you KNOW it!

Brent Lillibridge? Seriously? You're paying him $750,000 this year and he's not even hitting his weight!

Fuck! At .042 he's not even hitting MY weight... when I was FIVE!!!

''He know when I am sleeping. He knows I do so nude...''

As if my sister Maria embarrassing me last year with the spanking Santa wasn't enough, this year she decided I needed to be on some random young boy's gift list to Santa. Oh well, it's not as if I was never unfortunately spanked like this in front of number of boys in my lifetime anyway.

Oh, and since Maria said I've always had the unfortunate problem of not being able to keep my legs together while being spanked. . .

Sen. Harry Reid Says He'd Like to See 17-Year Old U.S. Olympian Jordyn Wieber NAKED

U.S. Olympian Jordyn Wieber will be in London this summer competing for the Gold in gymnastics.

She is a 2011 World All Around Champion and just celebrated her 17th birthday this week.

And Sen. Harry Reid (D-Nevada) wants to see her NAKED.

That's right. NAKED. As in au natural. Nude. Fully unclothed.

Yes, you read that right. The Majority Leader of the United States Senate, who is 73, wants to see ALL of the Michigan State University student's UNCLOTHED teenage body.

But Reid wants more than to just see Jordyn's breasts, butt and everything else.

He wants to see 16-year old swimmer Missy Franklin completely naked, too! And since we all know how swimmers like to shave all their body hair except what's on their head, he would get quite a view down below.

But before you go calling up Capitol Hill and demanding he resign his Senate seat for wanting to see Jordyn, Missy and the entire U.S. Women's Olympic Soccer Team in the buff, it's only fair to point out he wants to see a few MEN from the U.S. Olympic squad naked as well. Well, actually ALL of them.

You see, Reid, to his credit, actually is not a hypocrite as other Democrats are in the Congress. He voted against the establishment of Permanent Normal Trade Relations with China in 2000.

And since the U.S. Olympians are to be sporting uniforms made in China at the London Games, Reid came out publicly and said he would rather have them perform in the nude.

"I think they should take all the uniforms, put them in a big pile and burn them," Reid told ABC News.

"If they have to wear nothing but a symbol that says USA on it, painted by hand, that is what they should wear."

Apparently no one thought to ask Reid where he'd like to see that symbol painted on Jordyn's and Missy's naked bodies.

Although I do have an idea of where to paint it on Michael Phelps's naked body.

Speaker John Boehner also got into the act, saying, "You'd think they know better."

No word on whether he thinks House members should wear only clothing made in America.

Santa Claus is coming to town!

Bel, you'd better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:

Santa Claus is coming to town!

He's made his old list,
He's checked it out twice,
He's sure to find out
you've been naughty, not nice.

Santa Claus is coming to town!

He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows you do so nude.
He knows that you've been bad, not good,
Oh poor Bel! You are so screwed!

Bel, you'd better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:

Santa Claus is coming to town!

You'll be over his lap,
Your bottom so bared,
Getting that spanking,
With nothing to wear.

Santa Claus is coming to town!

Your face will turn red,
So too your rear end,
Then words that you'll dread,
Of the postcard he'll send!

Santa Claus is coming to town!

''Belinda hasn't been nice,
She deserves not one toy.
Instead she'll pay a shameful price,
So please do, please do enjoy!''

Bel, you'd better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:

Santa Claus is comin'
Santa Claus is comin'
Santa Claus is comin'
To town.

Belinda Visits a Nude Beach; Karma Bites Her in the Butt

My sister Belinda has never been prudish about taking off all her clothes and sunbathing nude outside in our backyard as we grew up. In fact, all three of us would frequently skinny dip in our large in-ground pool either alone, together or with our girlfriends. Our mom eventually was OK with it (we never did it around our dad), but sometimes she felt embarrassed if a friend or client of hers dropped by unexpectedly.

Though Bel is not an exhibitionist by any stretch, she's a little more uninhibited than she was in high school. As she will acknowledge, having nude pics of yourself spread about amongst your classmates sort of does that thing to you. So while Bel certainly wouldn't go walking around nude in mixed familiar company, she and three girlfriends did spend some time at nude beaches one year during college on summer break a few years back.

At one point in their trip, they were staying at a small hotel along the beach. The hotel had a pool and toplessness was perfectly acceptable both in and alongside the pool and in the hotel itself while going to and from the pool area. Full nudity, though, was discouraged.

So one day they decided they'd head down to the beach and find a relatively secluded spot to swim and sunbath fully naked. One of Bel's friends, Libby, wanted to put on her bikini - at least until they got down to a spot on the beach. But Bel and the other two girls, knowing Lib would probably never take it off, insisted they leave the hotel in towels only and carry them once they were on the beach. Eventually Libby relented.

They found a nice, quiet spot, laid down their towels, pinned their hotel key card to one of them and took in the sea breeze and the sun.

At some point in the afternoon, they were all laying on their backs, their knees up, when they heard a sound. Looking up, they saw in front of them a young guy in his 20s taking photos of them. Stunned and outraged, all four of them jumped up to confront the pervert.

As most of you may know, Bel's sharp tongue can peel the bark off trees and she let loose on him. The guy at first took it in stride, even insulting her about her breasts as compared to those of her friends. Then Libby slapped the guy hard across the face and demanded he turn over the digital camera card. When he refused and started to walk away, Bel and her friends followed and soon a chase ensued.

Several hundred yards down the beach, the chase ended when Bel tackled the asshole from behind, grabbing at his swim trunks. Her friends quickly pulled them off completely and Bel ripped them in half. Lib grabbed the guy's camera and hurled it into the sea. They spat, swore and taunted at the now-naked loser, then threw the remains of his trunks at him and told him to get lost. The guy went off running as Bel and her friends laughed and gave each other high-fives.

But when they walked back to their spot on the beach, their towels were gone! Even worse, since their hotel key card was pinned to one of them, that meant having to not only walk back and into the hotel fully naked, but having to ask staff at the front desk for a replacement key card!

Neither of them wanted to be the one to walk in alone, so rock-scissors-paper decided it would be Libby and Becky, while Bel and Ashley waited outside, trying to remain somewhat inconspicuous around the hotel pool.

Bel's friends were quite embarrassed as they not only had to walk inside and up to the front desk fully naked, but a young male clerk decided to take advantage of their embarrassing predicament to demand photo identification, that he couldn't just give them replacement room cards without them proving who they were. So he made them stand there several minutes while fetching a manager.

Meanwhile, as Bel friends related the incident to the rest of us when they got back home, the whispering, murmurs and giggling from people in the lobby began to grow louder. To Libby's chagrin, one young male Japanese tourist tapped her on her shoulder, causing her to instinctively turn. When she did, his traveling companion snapped a photo of him standing next to her before she could throw a hand down to cover her pubes. She was soon aware that tourist wasn't the only one snapping pictures, as a number of the dozen or so people standing or sitting around in the lobby were holding up various devices that no doubt are still causing laughter around the world at Bel's friends' expense.

Finally, a middle age female manager arrived and no doubt enjoyed scolding Lib and Becky for walking into the lobby nude, forcing them to explain the whole incident at the beach over again. Finally, satisfied that their full nudity wasn't intentional, she led them to the elevators. Lib asked if they might be given towels first, to which the manager replied, ''Of course. I'll have someone go get some.'' Knowing that would only prolong their exposure in the lobby they decided to go with the manager to their room in order to fetch their IDs to prove who they were.

After another embarrassing encounter with several guests in the elevators, including several young pre-teenage boys, one of whom decided to pinch Becky on her bare butt, the manager opened their room with a new key card and Libby and Becky got their IDs to prove their identity. The manager gave them the new room card and each of them quickly threw on a top and pair of shorts, grabbed two towels and headed back downstairs to find Belinda and Ashley.

In the lobby, they saw some people snickering and pointing at their return to others. Going outside, they found Bel and Ash standing shyly in the pool and gave them the room card and the towels. As all four of them heading back inside, Bel and Ash began complaining that Libby and Becky took way too long to return and they should have brought them some clothes or at least robes instead of two small towels that they could barely fasten around their waist while covering their breasts with their arms.

Libby and Becky really didn't need to hear any lip after enduring a good twenty or so minutes of embarrassment. So as they all got ready to step into an already half-full elevator, Becky said she and Libby would meet Bel and Ash upstairs after getting some ice at the front desk. Then, in a flash, as my sister and Ash walked into the elevator, Lib grabbed Bel's towel, Becky grabbed Ashley's and the elevator doors closed to a chorus of giggles and two embarrassing screams.

Belinda's Bad Beach Day

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Bel loves to skinny dip. But she gets annoyed when guys are around and so she will leave her bathing suit on when she's in public, knowing she'd otherwise be gawked at. Not to mention risk getting arrested for public indecency.

One day recently Bel had the overwhelming itch to skinny dip in the ocean. It was weekday, late morning and to her delight she found the beach totally deserted. So she went to the public lockers and, with no one around, quickly stripped naked and tossed all her clothes into the locker. Using a safety pin, she attached the locker key to her towel and trotted down the walkway to the beach.

Bel felt a little self-conscience, but if anyone saw her, they wouldn't know whether she was naked or not underneath the towel. If she noticed anyone coming across the beach towards where she was swimming, she'd simply grab the towel off the picnic table she had carefully laid it on, wrap it around herself and head off to the lockers to get dressed and hop on the bus to get home.

But carefully laid plans often go awry as Bel would soon find out.

After folding and laying her towel on top of the picnic bench, Bel threw her arms out wide and ran towards the ocean. As she frolicked in the warm waves, she frequently glanced up and down the beach. To her satisfaction, not a soul was around.

After about an hour, Bel noticed a young couple walking down the steps along the sea wall. Damn! Her skinny-dip was over, she muttered to herself. Oh, well. She finally did it, though. Skinny-dipped on a non-nude public beach and didn't get caught!

Bel quickly swam up to the shore, stood up and scurried over to the picnic bench before she would be spotted. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to avoid the couple completely as they were now walking briskly towards the picnic bench. A copy of the police report would later reveal their names: Davey, a tall, handsome hunk of a guy wearing a tight pair of red swimtrunks; and Cathie, a tall, beautiful burnette who was wearing a short white summer skirt and stunning matching white chain mesh top. After exchanging pleasantries, Bel began to excuse herself, hoping the couple wouldn't notice she was naked underneath the towel.

But poor Bel. She never saw it coming. It all happened so fast. (Davey and Cathie did try to explain it all to the arresting officer later, no no avail.)

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As Bel was talking to the couple, Seb approached with his 9-year old nephew and the boy's dog, a people-loving brown shepard mix. Though a cat person herself, Bel loves animals and when the excitable canine approached, she couldn't help herself but to say, ''Hi, there! Good doggie, good doggie!''

The shepard, bless his little canine heart, took Bel's sweet cooing at him as a sign to play - and without warning he lept up and snatched the bottom of Bel's towel in his teeth. In a flash, the playful pup was off and running and Bel, shocked at first, soon heard giggling, from not only the young boy standing in front of her, but from Davey, who was bellowing over in laughter, causing Cathie to give him a cross-eyed look for him enjoying Bel's embarrassing predicament a little too much.

Bel screamed, looked at the dog which by now was several hundred feet down the beach, and quite belately threw one hand across her modest breasts, the other down to cover her trimmed pussy. Seb stood there, grinning, knowing he'd also have to sit down and have a little talk to explain certain things about the human anatomy with his young nephew.

Bel's scream, however, attracted the attention of a growing number of beach goers, including a number of other young boys, several of whom happened to have cameras.

The commotion also soon attracted the attention of a patrolling police officer, who quickly arrested Bel for indecent exposure. As Bel stood there for nearly hour, blushing in embarrassment, more people happened across the scene, including the local newspaper photographer, as the officer dutifully noted all the witnesses' contact information for his report.

Handcuffed with her hands behind her back, she was eventually walked over to the police station a few blocks away, still naked, to be booked, photographed and finger-printed. Embarrassed, nervous, frightened and denied the opportunity to use a bathroom, Bel's full bladder finally gave way, just as the officer was snapping her photograph for the public record.

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The idea for this photo-story of Bel came from several real-life experience of hers. She and three of her girlfriends did get caught naked on a beach a few years ago while on vacation. It was a nude beach, but after chasing a guy down for taking pictures of them, they returned to their sunbathing spot to find their towels gone. Naked, they had to return to their hotel that way. Bel also had an embarrassing incident on a different beach just before she turned 16. Our aunt pulled Bel over her knee and spanked her in front of four of our younger cousins after Bel let loose a tirade of foul language. More on that later. Suffice to say, Bel hasn't lived that moment down.

Nine years ago, when she was 16, Bel spent a week at her friend Lori's house. Lori was in Bel's grade in high school and they were teammates on the school softball team. Our younger sister, Anna, and I were staying with cousins while our parents enjoyed a week-long getaway together.

One day, after Bel and Lori came inside from swimming, Bel took a shower while Lori used the one upstairs. Bel had undressed in a guest bedroom upstairs, so she emerged from the bathroom covered only with her towel. Unknown to Bel and Lori, Lori's parents had come home and were sitting in the kitchen, along with Lori's younger brother and his playmate, the boy who lived next door. The boy's mom had met Lori's parents outside and stopped in for coffee, too. Tagging along was her daughter and another boy from her son's class who she was giving a ride home after a day at the park. That boy had his pet shepard with him.

Bel exited the bathroom and had to pass through the kitchen on her way upstairs. She unwittingly walked into the whole assemble of everyone and froze out of embarrassment, trying to hold in place only a skimpy towel, her hair dripping wet.

All of a sudden the dog lept up and grabbed Bel's towel with his teeth and ran off up the stairs. Bel, startled, leaned backwards away from the leaping dog and lost her balance slipping on the floor with her still wet feet. She fell backwards, spread-eagled, in plain view of everyone.

The three boys were quickly giggling and laughing while Lori's father was hestitating between trying to help Bel to her feet and averting his eyes. In the process he managed to do neither.

To make matters worse, Bel strained a muscle when she fell and Lori's neighbor, a nurse, was soon telling Bel not to move as the woman soon began feeling Bel here and there as basically everyone looked on. Lori's mom sent Lori upstairs to get Bel's clothes. Lori's father quitely left the room and went out back to the garage, but trying to keep the three young boys out of the kitchen was a losing battle from the start. The young girl just sat there quitely.

Then there was Bel's bladder. She needed to pee - badly, but she couldn't stand up without help. The neighbor (the nurse) didn't want Bel to stand at all and thus put any pressure on her leg until she was sure there was no serious injury (turned out there wasn't). Lori was trying to help put Bel's bra on for her, but between the commotion couldn't reach around her to snap it. And Bel finally pleaded, ''I really have to pee!!!''

The neighbor, still in full nurse mode - meaning to hell with Bel's modesty, told Lori to fetch a pan or soup bowl. Bel was aghast at that thought and tried to force herself up. The woman in turn tried to force Bel back down. Bel, at that point, was in nearly in tears, as Lori's mom again tried to get the boys to stay out of the room. The neighbor, undeterred, opened up a kitchen cabinet door and grabbed a tin pie pan. Enlisting Lori's help, they each lifted one of Bel's thighs and slipped the pie pan underneath her. Hearing the boys giggle again, Lori's mom turned around yelling at them to leave the kitchen.

Bel again tried to force herself up, and insisted Lori help her. Lori's mom then also grabbed Bel under one arm and mother and daughter helped Bel back towards the bathroom where she had showered earlier, Bel's unsnapped bra falling to the floor. With about 10 feet or so to go, Bel felt the dam beginning to burst and she let out a trickle that formed a small puddle on the floor. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could and was helped the rest of the way and sat down onto the toilet. As Lori and her mom comforted my blushing sister as she sat there peeing, Bel looked up and saw all three boys starring at her with their eyes wide open as if in a mesmerized state. No one had thought to close the door.

Yeah, I know. I am SO dead! lol.

Come join me at the Aloha Nude Beach!

I need some fresh opinions on which bikini (if any) I should wear. I'm having trouble deciding.

Did I mention that there's no private changing rooms?

So can I please trust you to turn around or at the very least keep your eyes closed while I change?