W.H. Collins

Freddie twisted her arm behind her back and yanked her underwear down to her thighs. Leslie felt the icy breeze on her bare bottom. She glanced frantically around at the windows of the academic buildings that surrounded her, a sob of humiliation rising in her throat. 

… Isabella glanced downward. Through the gap between her bound arms, she could see her nude breasts swinging back and forth in step with her forced march. Once more, she felt a warm blush tingle up her cheeks. Despite all she had endured since her capture, there was something strange and distinctly embarrassing about her current state of undress. Horrific as the experience had been, it was one thing to be kept naked within the dark confines of the Bishop’s torture room. It was another thing to find herself without her clothes in broad daylight, paraded down a public road toward the gates of the Kingdom’s most populous city. ….

When you think you’re too old to get your diaper checked