It was an interesting week, for sure. Not exactly the naked sex fest I had imagined when Linda set the rules we would live by for the next week.
At the game had been me, Bob, (not real names for plausible deniability), 52, my wife, Linda, 60, our daughter, Abby, 27, her husband Tim, 27, our other daughter, Barbara, 24 and her husband, Mark, 30. The other couple and the single lady were some friends who worked with us at the hospital. Sherry was the Director of Nursing and Tom was an MD whom worked in the ED. The other lady worked for my wife in HR. I honestly dont remember her name anymore. I'll call her, Beth. They were all around the same age as Linda and me.

The next morning our youngest kid had sobered up and called out. With that, we took up our fight club rule, you do not talk about the game outside the players.

Of the women, Beth had lost the most. She was down to bra and panties. They were nothing fancy. The bra was just something to keep her heavy breasts contained. They weren't huge things, but you knew that at one time they drew lacivious attention to themselves. Her panties were grey granny pants with a slight fray on the elastic. I don't know what embarrased her more, stripping in front of us all, exposing her simple undergarments or not being able to hide her heaviness. She is slightly shorter than my wife and many pounds heavier (I'm bad at estimating someone's weight). I didn't know it at the time, she's the kind of fat that makes lovemaking a sweet dream; the kind where you get lost in the soft, malleable flesh.
Monday evening, Linda told me she had called Beth into her office to discuss things. She assured Beth that all was well, that she could back out if she wanted, it wouldmbe just a memory that was never spoke of again. Whatever she decided, her job was secure. She told me Beth told her that she was mortified when she started losing her accessories, her shoes, hose, knowing that she could lose it all. That changed when she lost her dress. Standing, contorting to unbutton the back buttons, letting the dress fall to the floor...she said she felt "something down there that was new". She was still horribly embarrassed, humiliated that her boss was seeing her naked "ugly body", but it was a "wonderful humiliation".
She wanted to continue.Linda said she had tears in her eyes when she admitted this.
Linda told me "I wanted to hug her."
She told me she and Beth continued talking. Beth admitted that she wanted the 'humiliation'.
That's the wrong word and I don't know the right one. She wanted to be treated in ways that would be scorned in outside society. In ways that might be considered punishing, but when done by people she trusts and respects, fills a previously unknown desire. She wants to remain on-call like you (me),Tom and Tim. But, she wants it to be permanent, no matter who,wins next weekend.