It was six weeks since that fateful trip to Paris and Joe was beginning to think that it was all over.  Molly had decided not to tease him any more at work, she would save that for their trips away!   But of course the time came round for another visit to Paris.  Joe had decided that enough was enough, he had taken Molly on the last one, she had got what she wanted and that was an end of it.  He turned down her plea to be taken with him again.

Well, she'd soon see about that!.. She was putting the finishing touches to another one of her photomontages.  It was one of the pictures she liked best.  Joe was kneeling naked on the settee, not on all fours but facing the back of the settee with his arms resting on the back, his round, pink bottom sticking out in what she always thought of as bottom spanking position, and there was a glimpse of his penis sticking out proud and erect.  And indeed that was what the montage showed, except Joe appeared to be in the office kneeling on a chair bending over the desk while Molly stood behind him wielding what looked like a cane about to deliver a whack to those inviting buttocks.  The speech bubble in her mouth said, "I am coming to Paris aren't I!"  She attached it to an e-mail and sent it across the office to Joe.  She watched his face as he saw it come it, it was a picture of horror as he flushed bright red.  He flushed even brighter red when he opened it.  The message was obvious; Joe would get his bottom metaphorically caned if he didn't do as he was told.  He did as he was told, and was rewarded with another e-mail.  The same position taken from the rear, Molly was stroking his bare bottom and saying, "Who's a good boy then".

They arrived in Paris in time to go out for the evening.   Joe just wanted a quick dinner and then to retire.  He had a busy day the following day.  But Molly had other plans, she knew of a club which would be just right to soften him up a little bit.  It looked at bit dingy from the outside, indeed it looked a bit dingy from the inside and seemed mainly to cater for rather raucous hen parties or office outings.  The waitresses wore skimpy costumes and the dancers in the cabaret wore even less.

The cabaret continued with a girl, or rather young woman, doing a sort of magic act.  She asked for volunteers from the audience; this was what Molly had been waiting for and she pushed Joe to the front.  She started talking to him in French, and then in English when she realised his nationality.  Next thing Joe knew she was handing him his watch.  It was one of those `pickpocket' acts where the magician keeps pinching things from the surprised member of the audience by a combination of distraction and slight of hand.  How she had got his watch off he had no idea, but the next thing he knew she was handing him his keys, which had been in his pocket, and then his belt.  How on earth had she got that off?  It was a good job his trousers stayed up without it - at least as long as they were fastened.  And the next thing he knew she had his watch again, and then his belt again, and no sooner had he got it back in than she had it off again.  How did she do it?  The next thing Joe knew she had somehow got hold of his shirt and pulled it up, and as she did so his trousers fell down.  Not only had she got his belt she had unfastened his trousers.  It was the culmination of the act and resulted in total hilarity in the audience, more even than could be expected for a man losing his trousers.  Joe looked down.  Oh no!  He was wearing a pair of tight briefs and he hadn't quite tucked his willy properly into them.  It could be seen just poking out the side.  Blushing scarlet he lulled up his pants and rushed back to his seat.  Molly was doubled up with laughter.

"You should have worn boxers!" she said.

Joe didn't like wearing boxers; he didn't think they gave him any support.  He just cringed inwardly and hoped that was the end of Molly's pranks for the trip.

It wasn't.

When they got back to the hotel, Molly suggested they should go over the presentation for the following day which she had brought on her laptop.  They went back to Joe's room to look at it.  Joe did not feel it would have been right to breach the sanctity of a girl's room.

"Where do we start", said Joe, as Molly got the laptop out.

"I think we start with you taking your clothes off", said Molly

"Ha ha!" said Joe, treating it as a joke.  But to Molly it was no joke, she wanted him naked, and she was going to get him naked.

She opened up the presentation they went through four slides, but when the fifth one appeared on the screen Joe gave a gasp of horror, in place of the proper slide was the naked picture of him kneeling on the settee bearing the legend.  Stripped for action.

"You can't put that in", said Joe

"I think you'll find I already have"

"But what'll happen when it appears"

"I think you'll find everyone will laugh"

Joe shook his head at Molly's little joke and pressed the escape key to get into edit mode so he could delete the slide.  A little box came up asking him for a password.

"What's the matter? I can't get out of the presentation".

"It's locked as a presentation", said Molly, to get at the original you'll need the password.

"What's the password", said Joe. 
 
"It's six letters and it's a real word", said Molly. 
 
"Yes, but what is it?"
 
"I think we'll play a little game", said Molly, she did so like teasing him. 
 
"What game?" asked Joe, looking worried. 
 
"You know how to play Hangman?"
 
"You mean the game where you try to guess a word by guessing different letters?"
 
"Yes, and when you guess a letter that isn't in the word, one more part of the gallows is drawn,"
 
"And if you don't guess the word before the gallows is complete you lose", Joe finished the sentence for her.  He knew the game.  But it couldn't just be as simple as that.  Playing Hangman for the word. 
 
"Well this is a variation on the game.  Every time you guess wrong, you lose an item of clothing.  Let me see.  Shoes, socks, shirt, trousers and underwear.  I guess you have eight wrong guesses to get the word"
 
"No!" Joe, "I can't do that"
 
"Your choice", said Molly, "look out for the picture tomorrow.  It's programmed to appear at random.  So that should be fun", she was so pleased to have been on that advanced presentations course.
 
Joe's resistance collapsed.  After the last meeting where his nude image had flashed up on the screen he just couldn't go through that again. 
 
"A", he said. 
 
"What?" said Molly 
 
"A", said Joe, he knew to try the vowels first, it was only a six letter word, he really ought to be able to get it easily. 
 
Molly quickly drew six dashes on a piece of paper to represent the missing letters.  He had capitulated more easily than she had expected.  He was putty in her hands and she felt her nipples harden at the thought of it. 
 
"A", repeated Joe. 
 
"Nope", said Molly, "shoe please"
 
"E"
 
"Other shoe please"
 
"I""
 
"Sock please"
 
Joe was beginning to get worried.  He must get one right soon;  he just had to work systematically. 
 
"O"
 
"Other sock please"
 
"U", well it had to be 
 
"What do you want to take off next?". 
 
"It can't be wrong", expostulated Joe, "it's got to have a vowel"
 
"It is wrong, and I'll have your shirt, I think"
 
Joe took off his shirt. 
 
"You're sure it's a real word"
 
"Absolutely, next letter"
 
Joe tried to regain his composure.  What was the next commonest letter?
 
"S", he said, and Molly filled in an 'S' at the beginning of the word.  Joe was no clearer as to what the word could be. 
 
"T", he suggested.  That was a common letter. 
 
"Vest or trousers?" asked Molly.  Joe realised with horror that this left him with only two items of clothing and he'd only got one letter. 
 
"R", surely it must have an 'R' in it!
 
Molly held out her hand again shaking her head with a huge smile on her face.  This was fun.  Her nipples were so hard she thought they would burst through her bra. One to go and she'd have him. 
 
Joe was in despair.  What was the next commonest letter?  If only he could get one more letter he might yet guess the word. 
 
"C", surely it must have a 'C' 
 
"Underpants please", said Molly, "then you get one more guess". 
 
Joe was shaking with embarrassment.  Molly had seen him naked before, but this was somehow worse.  Much worse.  They'd be alone together.  She'd be fully clothed and he'd be naked.  He knew that once he was naked his resistance would be gone, and he knew Molly knew it as well.  But he was desperate for the password; if he could just get one more letter he could surely guess it. 
 
He put his thumbs in the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down, stepped out of them and gave them to Molly.  She gasped and felt a surge of arousal pass through her sex, and her panties suddenly dampen between her legs.     
 
Joe had one more guess.  He had no idea what was the next most common letter so he just tried the next one. 
 
"D", he said. 

"Nope", said. Molly, "I win"
 
Joe stared at her in horror.  He'd stripped naked for her for nothing.  He still only had one letter of the password. The password that he just had to get. 
 
"Please give me the password" he begged, "I'll do anything you say, just tell me what it is"
 
"I tell you what", said Molly, "you can buy another letter"
 
"How?"
 
"Simple - order a bottle of champagne from room service and you can have another letter"
 
"Room service?" said Joe. 
 
"It's all right", said Molly, "I'll answer the door"
 
 oe was so relieved that he didn't even worry about the cost of the champagne.  He rang down and ordered it. 
 
Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. 
 
"You wait there", said Molly, and went to answer the door. 
 
Joe stood naked in the middle of the room and to his total horror the room door opened and the room service maid came in carrying a tray with the champagne.  Joe was rooted to the spot flushing bright red as he saw the eyes of the maid first take in the fact that he was stark naked and then take a good look at his penis. 
 
"Enjoy your evening", she said.  She took another look at Joe's private parts, winked at Molly and left. 
 
Joe was mortified. 
 
"You said you'd answer the door", he said. 
 
"I did answer the door", said Molly, I didn't say anything about not letting people in.  Joe knew he was beaten.  Molly could do anything with him now. 
 
"You said you'd give me a letter"
 
"Oh yes", and she put a 'G' in a second last letter. 
 
Joe looked at it in bewilderment.  He still had no idea what the word was. 
 
"Do you want to buy another letter", Joe nodded dumbly. 
 
"Kneel on this chair like you did in the picture", said Molly.  Joe meekly obeyed.  He knelt there naked, his arms resting against the back of the chair, his bottom sticking out in bottom smacking position.
 
Molly set up her camera on shutter delay.  She wanted the picture for real.  She went over and patted him gently on the bottom. 
 
"Who's a good boy then", she said, "Who's a good boy", as the flash went off. 
 
Another rush of arousal swept over her and she felt the moisture surge between her legs again.  It was the feeling of power that did it.  She had subjected him to her will, just by force of character and subtle manipulation.  She stood back to get a better look at him, and then she saw something that made her excitement almost uncontrollable.  Like in the original picture his penis was erect, seven inches, rock hard, jutting up straight and firm.  Joe could only kneel there; he hadn't been given permission to move.  Aware of the sight he was presenting and hopelessly unable to do anything about it he was bright red and shaking with embarrassment. 
 
The effect of this sight heightened Molly's arousal uncontrollably. 
 
"Sorry", she gasped and ran for the bathroom.  In a flash her skirt was up, her knickers were down and her legs were apart.  
 
Joe, kneeling there as instructed, could only wait.  He thought Molly seemed to be ill from the groans and gasps he heard coming from the bathroom, but he didn't dare move.  At last Molly came out. 
 
Joe looked round anxiously, "Are you all right now", he asked. 
 
Molly, flushed, from her exertions, could only nod, "Yes", she said, "I feel really good now, and it's syzygy by the way"

