Debbie on song

Debbie sat in the lounge of the small hotel, nursing her drink and trying to read.  There was nobody there except her and the rest of their group of a dozen or so girls at the meeting.  Young, smart and universally attractive they were all the company reps on a training course.  Debbie looked over at the others seated round the coffee table and scowled.  The girls, and in particular Katy, were making so much noise she couldn't concentrate on her course material.  It was important, she thought, to study the course material.  She looked over at the girls.
 
"Shush", she mouthed, "silly little girls".  That, she thought, would shut them up. 
 
Katy looked back at her and stuck out her tongue. She didn't like being scowled at.  Given half a chance she would get her own back on that little swot Debbie. 
 
The girls went on talking.  Debbie could hear everything they were saying.  It was impossible to concentrate.  They were arguing about that old chestnut - whether it was really possible for anybody to remember the names of all seven dwarves in Snow White.  Katy was adamant. 
 
"It can't be done" she said, "I defy anyone to do it.  In fact if anyone can do it I'll strip naked, put my panties on my head, do a handstand and sing that stupid "Hi Ho, Hi Ho" song. Any takers?"
 
Debbie was suddenly listening carefully.  She couldn't mean it surely!  Debbie knew the names of the dwarves.  She knew everything.  Katy saw her staring.

"Hey you, Little Miss Swotty" she said to her, "do you think you know all the dwarves,"
 
Debbie found herself nodding - well she did.
 
"Well why don't you take me up on the challenge - or perhaps you haven't got the balls.  That's the trouble with you swots nowadays - all talk and no balls!" 

She laughed out loud.  A taunting laugh.  It said `I might be a girl, but I've got balls even if you haven't'
 
Debbie was goaded into action.  She knew all the names of the dwarves - not a thing she was particularly proud of - but she knew them.  She'd show her.  Stupid Katy wouldn't expect her to, but she'd give the bossy little Madame a fright.  
 
"I have got balls" she blurted out.  A comment that resulted in hoots of laughter.
 
Debbie blushed, realising what she'd said. "I mean I'll take you on" she said, "I'll recite the names of the dwarves." 
 
Yes!  She'd show her.  She was suddenly looking forwards to getting the panties off horrible Katy.  The silly little girl. 

Katy smiled to herself.  She'd set a little trap, she knew Debbie would rise to the bait and she'd walked right into it.  She was taking a risk of course; Debbie might actually do it - but then she'd just laugh it off - she wouldn't really go through with it.  But if she won - oh yes!  She would have fun then!
 
And she intended to win; she was going to make it as difficult for Debbie as possible. 
 
"Girls, girls, she said", we have a taker.  I have bet Debbie that she cannot name all the seven dwarves and she has accepted the bet.  The loser to stand on this table", and with that she climbed onto a table and signalled to Debbie to join her, "the loser to get up on this table, strip naked, put her panties on her head, do a handstand and sing the Hi Ho song" 
 
Debbie was taken aback by the speed of things.  She hadn't realised that this was serious; that it was a two way bet; that she would have to strip naked and stand on her head if she lost.  But what did it matter; she knew all the names anyway.  She climbed on the table next to Katy.  

"Now for the ground rules" said Katy. 
 
Ground rules - who said anything about ground rules, thought Debbie.  But she had become so taken with the notion of winning, of getting silly little Katy on her head that she would have agreed to anything.

"First thing we strip down to bra and knickers", said Katy, "then whoever loses can't just back out", and to the amazement of the girls, Katy pulled off her dress and stood there in her underwear.  She didn't care, she thought she looked good in bra and panties.  Debbie was a little more reticent.  She had her white lace panties on and thought they might be, well, a little bit see-through!.  But she'd gone this far, and she really did know the names of the dwarves, and she really want to see Katy's panties come down

"Next the time limit", said Katy, "well we can't give her all night, can we girls", the girls nodded in agreement, "let's say thirty seconds".
 
"A bit more than that" said Debbie; she was beginning to get worried. 
 
"All right - a minute" 
 
And before Debbie could say any more a minute had been agreed, and Katy had said "right - one minute starting from now", and the bet had started and the lookers-on were counting down. 
 
"Sixty", fifty-nine, fifty-eight..." 

Katy leant over to her and whispered in her ear, "and when you're naked you'll wet yourself with embarrassment".

Horrified Debbie remembered that awful night that Katy had planted the suggestion in her head, the suggestion that when she was naked and really embarrassed she would get an uncontrollable urge to pee.  Katy was a master at controlling people's thoughts, she had an almost mesmeric touch, and just the mention of it now had Debbie feeling the urge to pee again.  Terrified that if she failed she would be peeing in public again.
 
Debbie's mind was in turmoil  Five seconds were gone already and she hadn't had time to collect her thoughts. 
 
She started, "Gropey, Dumpy, Sleepy, Doc, Happy, Sneezy", how many was that?  Six.  What was the other one?  She thought hard.  It would come to her soon.  She caught sight of Katy sniggering.  
 
"Panties coming down, Debbie?", she sneered, "you'll wet yourself you know" 
 
"No Gropey, no Dumpy, said one of the girls, "you said Gropey and Dumpy 
 
"My God so I did" thought Debbie; she'd have to start all over again.  And the countdown had reached thirty. 
 
"Twenty-nine, twenty-eight..." it went on.  By the time she had got the first six right it had reached ten.   
 
Only one more, but the name just wouldn't come to her.  Debbie looked at the clock and grew more and more panicky every second.  Of course she knew the names of all those stupid dwarves and under normal circumstances she could have reeled them off.  But these weren't normal circumstances.  She was under pressure.  She realised how he'd been tricked.   She'd been made to recite them standing on a table, in her underwear and against the clock.  Reminded that failure would result in her panties coming down, and her having to pee in public her mind had gone a blank.  She just stared mesmerised as the second hand swept round and the girls and buoys continued the countdown: ten, nine, eight, seven, six... Oh why wouldn't the answer come - there was still time... Five, four, three...Debbie realised it was no good - she'd lost... Two, one, ZERO!!
 
A great cheer went up.
 
"Bashful, shouted out the girls in unison.  
 
Debbie felt numb.  Sheer fright had overtaken her.  She had lost the bet; she was the one who was going to have to have to strip naked, stick her panties on her head, do a handstand and sing that stupid song, and, and, if Katy said the word, start to pee.  With everybody watching.  She felt weak at the knees and started trembling.  
 
Katy noticed her trembling.  The sight gave her a prickle of excitement.    It was not that she was going to see her made a fool of - though that would be fun, it was that she had Debbie in her power.  She didn't want to do it.  She really, really didn't want to do it and Katy was going to make her.  She was going to make her tremble and blush with shame; she was going to embarrass her in front of all those people and she was going to enjoy it.  Her nipples started to harden - she was really going to enjoy it - was she not!
 
She looked at Debbie shaking like a leaf as she nervously took off her bra.  Well, topless wasn't too bad.
 
"Come on" Katy said encouragingly, "pull your panties down, take them off and stick them on your head." 

Debbie blushed, for the first time she realised how embarrassing this might be.  She hesitated.

"Panties down Debbie", said Katy again

Debbie realised she'd have to do it.  Reluctantly she took hold of her knickers and started to pull them down.  The little white, lacy panties dropped to round her thighs to a great cheer from the audience.  They dropped to her ankles.  She stepped out of them and put them on her head.  She stood there trembling with her hands trying to hide the part where her legs met.

"Right, stand on your head", said Katy

"I can't, I don't know how", said Debbie, "and, and ... it'll be really rude"

"That", said Katy "is the whole point "now stand on your head and I'll hold you legs steady"

Unsteadily Debbie put her hands on the floor and tried to do a handstand.  Katy held onto her legs and with some strength hoisted them up so that Debbie was sort of vertical, her feet in the air.  Debbie was trying to maintain her balance while holding her legs together but Katy had good hold of her legs and with one swift movement pulled them apart.  Debbie was mortified.  Stark naked, her legs held apart, her most private parts were displayed. And she still had to sing.

She opened her mouth to sing, to get it over with as quickly as possible, but her mouth was so dry no words came out.  Instead the shame and embarrassment became too much.  She was displayed naked and legs apart to all the other girls on the course.  She couldn't help it.  She felt her eyes water with shame and tears ran down her cheeks.  She whimpered involuntarily and then burst into howls of embarrassment
 
For Katy the triumph was complete.  She'd made her pulled down her panties; she'd stripped her naked, made her stand on her head, made her display herself legs wide apart to her friends and she'd made her cry.  She'd actually made her cry! 
 
"You're going to wet yourself, Debbie", she said, and Debbie, standing on her head, legs apart felt the uncontrollable urge come over her.

There was a snigger from the others, then a giggle, then laughter, then howls of mirth.  
 
Debbie wanted to hide, but there wasn't anywhere to hide; anywhere to escape the shame.  There was only one thing she could do.  Covering her face, with the tell tale tears, in her hands she curled up, kneeling naked on the floor as if hiding her face hid her from the watchers.
 
Katy walked over to Debbie. Half kneeling, half crouching, naked with her face hidden, her bare bottom was presented to her as if it was a token of surrender. 

She smiled, stuck out her chest, her pointed nipples a symbol of her dominance, and she started to walk back to her room in her bra and knickers.  She didn't care.  She was the boss!  And the boss could do anything!


