Fiction: Bare It All! (M/F)

Some new fiction today. Idea popped into my head to really do the game show thing properly. Very limited AI assist on this one.

Hope you enjoy!

Bare It All!

Participating in a game show was never something I had on my bucket list. But the promise of a million-dollar prize was too tantalizing to pass up. My name is Julie, and this is the story of how my quest for a fortune turned into an evening of unimaginable embarrassment.

The name of the game show is "Bare It All!" and it was intended for a more late night, adult audience. It was your basic trivia show but with a twist: each time you got a question wrong you had to strip off an item of clothing of the five you were allowed. If you were so dumb as to lose all your clothes, there was a final challenge. Crazy, eh?

I was great at trivia, always smoking everybody I played with at home. I could almost taste the million! They wanted good looking people, obviously, and I thought I fit the bill pretty well, so I applied. After a bit of a selection process, I made it! We had to sign crazy waivers, but I was confident so signed away, barely reading the fine print.

The fateful day arrived. The bright lights of the studio were almost blinding as I stepped onto the stage. The audience’s murmur filled the air, a mix of excitement and anticipation. There were five of us: three women and two men. We could all wear whatever we wanted, so long as it was only five things. I went with heels, skirt, blouse, bra, and panties. I admit to liking being the center of attention and dressed accordingly!

I wanted them rooting for me to lose my clothes, which no way was happening! I sized up my competition. None were as attractive as me, I thought. Some of them looked pretty smart, though, but I wasn't worried. Did I mention I was a BEAST with trivia?

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. I wanted that money and the fame that would come with it. I even thought if I was far enough ahead, I might even deliberately get a question wrong, just to tantalize them. I'd leave my heels on and take off my blouse and show 'em my still modest but super sexy bra. That would help my social media for sure!

The game started with a flurry of questions. “What is the capital of France?” “Who wrote 'To Kill a Mockingbird'?” The questions came fast and furious, and I buzzed in eagerly. "Paris!" "Harper Lee!" The thrill of getting the answers right was exhilarating. But as the game progressed, my nerves began to fray. The questions grew more difficult, more obscure.

My opponents were pulling ahead. Shit they were good! They knew one obscure thing after another. I couldn't believe it. The questions didn't ever seem this hard in the home game.

“What is the chemical symbol for potassium?” I knew this! I buzzed in. "P!" I said confidently.

“Incorrect. It’s K,” the host announced with a hint of schadenfreude.

Shit! Shit! Shit! I said to myself. I knew that!

My heart sank as the spotlight focused on me. I had to remove an article of clothing. I had second thoughts about my blouse. Nobody else had lost anything yet. It was 'sorta embarrassing. But what the hell, it was still 'kinda going according to plan, except for the me being ahead and deliberately answering incorrectly part. I mean, other than that.. With hands more trembling than I ever thought they would be, I began unbuttoning my blouse.

An audible gasp went up from the studio. They were expecting my shoes, obvi. They must be thinking I was a bit of a slut, losing my blouse first. Good! That's the sort of notoriety that gets you followers. The podiums we were standing at were clear plexiglass, and I wanted my legs to look nice and long.

I kept telling myself it was just like wearing a bikini at the beach as I slipped the blouse off to some pretty raucous hoots and hollers. I did the stripper thing of spinning the blouse in the air and tossing it away, just to show I was a good sport. Some nameless show minion scooped it up. I was a star!

I pretended to be a bit embarrassed after that. I wanted to hit the right "girl next door" sort of vibe. It wasn't hard to act embarrassed. Very little "acting" required.

The cheers went on and on and the host had to work to settle the audience back down again. I know they wanted more, but they weren't getting any more as far as I was concerned!

The game continued, and I buzzed in again, desperate to start inching ahead again. “Who was the 16th President of the United States?” I knew this one, duh, and I was fastest on the buzzer. “Abraham Lincoln!” I shouted confidently. Beauty plus brains. Exactly the brand I wanted.

I was catching up, and maybe I got a bit too confident. “What year did the Titanic sink?” I buzzed in, too quickly. It was 1913, right? But I had second thoughts. Maybe it was 1912? “1913?” I guessed.

“Incorrect. 1912.”

Ah fuck! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Don't buzz when you don't know for sure! Stupid, stupid, bitch!

The spotlight found me again. In for a dime, in for a dollar. It's just like being in my bikini at the beach. I started undoing my skirt and pulled it off. A minion ran up and took it from me. Wasn't feeling the "stripper" vibe this time.

Shit. I was in my underwear and nobody else had even lost a single item except for the bookworm girl next to me who lost her flats. I tried to keep my chin up, saying it was just like being at the beach and ignoring the fact that hundreds in the audience and tens of thousands on TV were seeing me in my underwear and high heels. More hoots, holler, and catcalls. I wasn't sure I was enjoying it as much this time.

But my score was now pretty even. You didn't lose points for wrong answers, only clothes. I could still take a few chances, as it was only my heels at risk next.

The other contestants were playing it safe, only buzzing in when they were absolutely sure of the answer. Meanwhile, my competitive nature got the better of me. I buzzed in early and started pulling ahead, taking a few chances along the way.

Next up was a question about Greek mythology. I knew that cold, but I stupidly mixed up Hera and Athena. Ah fuck! I was still ahead, but another piece of clothing had to go. My shoes this time. I slipped them both off (together they counted as one item) and handed them to the male minion. Fuck! Now I'd look dumpy.

The questions kept coming. “Who painted the Mona Lisa?” “Leonardo da Vinci.” I got that one right. Who won the Nobel Peace Prize in 2009?” I hesitated, then buzzed in. “Barack Obama?”

“Correct,” the host said. I was on a roll and was pulling ahead. I could play it safe. I let a few risky ones go, kicking myself each time because I would have gotten them right.

"In what year did the first recorded instance of cheese rolling occur in the English town of Brockworth, Gloucestershire, as part of the Cooper's Hill Cheese Rolling and Wake event?"

Ha ha! Everybody else was stumped on this one. Did I not say I was the TRIVIA QUEEN?

I buzzed in, "1821". Don't even ask me how I knew.

"Oh! Incorrect," the host said. 

What? No!

"The correct answer is the early 1820's but the exact date is unknown."

The FUCK! No! No way!

"But... but... it's 1821," I said, not believing this was happening.

"We'll get a second opinion from our judges..."

BUZZZZ

"No, I'm sorry that is NOT the correct answer, Julie."

THIS IS BULLSHIT!

I couldn't believe it had come to this! The contract said there was no disputing the judges. And if I walked off, the contract said I owed them $100K. I didn't have that kind of money! They'd sue me into bankruptcy.

"Titties! Titties! Titties!" came the braying cry from the audience.

This was NOT supposed to be my brand. My brand was wholesome, sexy, girl next door genius. Not OnlyFans slut! I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

I reached behind and unclipped my bra. I had no choice! I let the bra drop to my feet. I wasn't allowed to "cover up" according to the contract, so I had to stand there, tits out, while EVERYBODY looked and jeered.

And boy did they make noise. And not the good kind. My fellow contestants, none of whom had lost more than shoes at this point, laughed along with everybody else.

"Sorry if we keep it a little cold in the studio, Julie," said the host, mocking my stiffening nipples.

"It's all right, Alex," I said, trying to maintain what dignity I could. "I'm still winning that million dollars, top or no top."

"That's the spirit!" he said and continued on.

I did still have the high score at the time my bra came off, and there still was a good chance of winning it all, despite my humiliating circumstances.

But it was hard to concentrate after that. My mind kept going back to the humiliation of standing there bare-breasted in only my skimpy panties, and it slowed me down.

The egg-headed guy with glasses, a total dweeb who would never, ever, have a chance with a girl like me, kept buzzing in and getting question after question. This guy even still had his shoes! He pulled ahead. This WAS NOT happening! I was not going to go through this humiliation for nothing.

There was a question on the Roman Empire. I buzzed in. "Scipio Africanys!" I said confidently.

"We'll have to go to our judges for that one..."

What?

BUZZZZ

"I'm sorry Julie, there were two Scipio Africanys's, the Elder and the Younger, and the correct answer is Scipio Africanys the Elder."

He said it with a smirk. A FUCKING smirk on his face!

A huge roaring cheer went up from the crowd.

Blushing eight shades of red, I took off my panties and handed them to minion boy. This was sooooo humiliating!

Everything was on show. I mean... EVERYTHING!

The podium is made of plexiglass, I was not allowed to cover myself, so I was left to squirming naked where I was as everybody laughed at me. This was not how it was supposed to go down... and it was about to get worse.

"Since the fetching Julie here is now 100% naked, she gets to play The Wheel of Consequences!" The crowd went wild. They loved the Wheel of Consequences, clearly.

A Vanna White looking model type rolled onto stage a wheel of fortune sort of thing.

But instead of prizes, it had "consequences", such as "Jumping Jacks", "Bend Over and Spread", "Thumb in Bum", "Spanky Spank", "Spread Kitty", "BJ Dildo", "Plug and Play", and "Free Pass".

Two very burly fellows appeared on either side of me. Each took an arm, picked me up, and carried me, legs kicking, to the wheel.

"You... you can't do this!" I cried.

The host, Alex, theatrically unfolded with a flurry the many page contract I signed with my big fat signature at the bottom.

"Let's see now... paragraph 53, subsection 12a, 'Contestant agrees to spin and undertake any of the named consequences, and consents irrevocably to being physically forced to do so if needed.' Seems pretty cut and dry to me. How about you, audience?"

A big cheer went up as I was placed in front of the wheel, totally butt naked. There was always a chance at "Free Pass". I spun the wheel and it went round and round, click, click, click, click. It was slowing and slowing, it was going to rest on Free Pass! I couldn't believe my luck! It pressed against the click retainer and strained it, but it was going to hold! Then... Click... it stopped on "Spanky Spank"!  Oh no!

"Congratulations, Julie! You're our first ever contestant to dial "Spanky Spank"! Announcer, tell us about Spanky Spank."

"Sure thing, Alex" the announcer voice boomed out. "The contestant will be placed across the knee of a member of the opposite sex and spanked on the bare butt for a full five minutes!"

"No! No!" I cried out. This was a nightmare. I turned to run, but the two burly security guards took me by my arms and lifted me again as I kicked and struggled.

"Julie doesn't seem to like her Consequence!" said Alex to the audience who cheered and laughed like hyenas.

A man came on stage holding a wooden chair and walked to the center. He was a male model type. Smiling white teeth, tall, dark, handsome, and built. My pussy may have gushed just a little at the sight of him he was so good looking.

"What girl can dislike going across our designated female spanker, actor and model, Dan Montgomery's knee?"

A cheer rose from the crowd and Dan gave a little wave.

He placed the chair, sat on it, and theatrically started rolling up the sleeve of his right arm as the guards carried me to him.

"No... no, please.... no...."

"Come on, Julie!" said Alex, "you may not be able to sit for a week after Dan is done with you, but what girl wouldn't relish a trip over Dan Montgomery's knee? Let's give her a hand by way of encouragement!"

The audience began clapping and whooping as the two big guards set me down on my feet five feet away from the seated Dan. He shot me a smile, and beckoned me over with a crooked finger of his bared arm. It was so muscular... he then pointed at his lap, all the moves exaggerated for the stage.

I walked towards him as if in a trance. I saw his eyes roaming up and down my body. I got within grabbing distance of him. He reached out his hand, and gently took my arm, guiding me towards his broad lap.

Under his breath he spoke only to me, "Come on, Julie, it'll be just for show. There's a $10K bonus for being a good sport about it."

This was so freaking embarrassing. But $10K was $10K. It was no million bucks, but I could desperately use the money. Besides, it didn't look like they'd let me get away without fulfilling my contract anyways. I may as well make the best of it.

I shot a smile at the audience, flipped my hair, and said, "Do you worst, Dan!" If I was going to get eliminated from the game like this, at least I'd make it on my own terms.

"That's the attitude, Julie!" said Alex as I draped myself over Dan's knee.

Instantly there were three portable steady-cams converging on us. One had the ass view, another the face view, and a third the tittie view.

"Look up at the audience as you take your licks, Julie!" Alex said. "It's in your contract!"

I put on the best smile I could under the circumstances and turned my head to look up at them. The lights were bright, but I could still see their surging mass, wildly applauding, and I could certainly hear them. Embedded in the foot of the stage were several TV monitors showing all the angles and the TV feed for Dan's benefit. I could see them as well. He adjusted me up and over, maximizing the embarrassment factor. My feet were off the ground, my head almost on it, my tits dangled, and my pussy and asshole could be seen from behind. There was a giant jumbo type screen above the stage which showed the audience the same closeup views the folks at home were getting. I would never live this down. My tears started flowing before even the first spank. All my friends, my colleagues, my former boyfriends, all the guys I've ever rejected, all the bitchy and cunty women I've ever known, my family. My Mom and Dad. Grandma and Grandad. They were all seeing me like this!

"Come on, Dan. Give her something to really cry about!"

On the monitors I could see Dan open his right palm, spit on it, and then rub it all over my ass! Oh! So gross! He lifted his hand high, and then paused theatrically with it in the air.

"Ready, Julie?" He asked me, his hand poised high.

"This is just for show, right?" I asked him soto voce through gritted teeth without moving my lips.

"Absolutely," he replied in kind. "And I'll make it a good show."

He brought his hand down with a prodigious whack low down across both my bare cheeks, arcing upwards.  I gasped and my head shot straight up, my mouth open and my eyes wide. I couldn't process this for a second. It was no "show". That was a real spank! It was fucking hard! There was a fucking handprint across my two cheeks. And the spank had sent a powerful jolt right up through my pussy and asshole too which added to my shock.

The audience laughed hilariously at my reaction. The main feed showed a slow-mo replay of his hand hitting me and my cheeks wobbling in response. They then cut to my wide-eyed, silent scream.

"Hey!" I said, no longer whispering. "It was supposed to be just for show!"

"It's all for the show, Julie!" Alex said as Dan grinned down at my reddened ass cheeks.

Then my spanking started in earnest. Spank after spank after spank. none of them light! The main feed had a five minute countdown timer on it. I could not get through five minutes of this!

Dan payed particular attention to those low, upwards going smacks across both cheeks which sent almost electrical jolts into my pussy and bumhole. I started frantically kicking my kegs. I couldn't help it! Dan held me easily in place as the rear camera zoomed in on my wriggling pussy and asshole.

After a bit, Dan moved me to straddle his leg! My legs spread and they stayed that way as he continued my spanking.

"Don't worry, Dan," said Alex, "the dry cleaning's on us. I think little Julie may be enjoying her spanking!"

Oh Gawd! Dan paused my spanking, reached down, and with both hands spread my cheeks, my asshole, and my pussy lips, revealing my glistening wetness to everybody!

Dan reached his left hand down and scooped up my juices, rubbing my needy pussy at the same time. I couldn't help but moan, which the microphones picked up and amplified.

Dan then took a hold of my hair in his right hand, bending my neck and pulling my face up.

With his left hand he brought my own wetness up to my face and smeared me with my own juices.

"That's sure rubbing her face in it, Dan!" said Alex.

Dan then went back to my spanking, keeping my legs straddling his thigh and punishing all the more intimate, previously inaccessible, inside spaces.

Each smack echoed in the wildly screaming studio, and the tears flowed freely. I had never been spanked before, not even as a child, and the combination of pain and shame was overwhelming. The other contestants glanced at me with a mix of pity and relief that it wasn’t them.

Finally, it was over. Dan helped me up, saying "atta girl" so only I could hear. The tears flowed, giving way to wracking sobs. I felt utterly defeated, humiliated beyond words.

"And what's a good spanking without some good old-fashioned corner time!" said Alex, as the Vanna-wannabe rolled out a bare drywall corner, about four feet per side, and then locked the wheels. Dan took me to the corner, pushed my nose into it, and made me cross my hands behind my back.

"Let's hear a round of applause for Julie, ladies and gentleman!"

I received a rousing round of applause.

"And how 'bout for Dan also?"

Dan too received his round of applause as he took a bow.

The game continued, but I was barely aware of it. I  just wanted it to be over. The dweeby male contestant, played quick, smart and cautious, and in the end, he won the million dollars. I wondered if he had a girlfriend?

I went home with a spectacularly sore ass, zero dignity, but at least I had ten grand in my pocket, enough to set up a, sigh, OnlyFans.