Becky's friend, Libby, tells the rest of the story:
Shortly after Becky yelled for that worker to get out, I returned from a quick trip to the store. Surprised that our contractor was there, I was even more shocked to find this 10-year old boy boasting of how he was watching ''a naked lady take a shower'' - much to the laughter of several adult male workers standing around in our kitchen.
Then the boy ran down the hallway to the bathroom, to obviously take another peak at my best friend. His father yelled at him to ''get back here'' and into the kitchen. The father then made the comment to me that Becky got caught while looking for a towel. The boy answered, ''Yeah! And she couldn't find one. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!'' He then cupped his hands under his chest as if to indicate a woman's breasts and started wiggling his little butt around the room.
All I could think of was how embarrassed Becky must be right now, naked and essentially stranded in a doorless bathroom with four males in the house. I quickly ran upstairs, grabbed a towel and made my way back downstairs and to the bathroom where Becky was.
As I approached the door, I could hear her swearing under her breath. Her back was towards me, as she rinsed shampoo out of her hair. I couldn't help but feel some of the embarrassment I know that I would have felt if it was me caught under similar circumstances. Besides having my nude photos posted online, I've also had a few embarrassing incidents involving nudity myself. But, thankfully, only a FEW.
Still, I couldn't resist the temptation to do a little teasing of my own to Becky. A low, sweet little whistle from me made her instantly freeze, throwing her arms around her breasts, then whirling around and yelling, ''Get the fuck out...''
Then she saw it was me. She shook her fists at me, then she started, ''Where have you been? I didn't even know you had left! You have no idea what I just went through! I feel soooooo humiliated!''
I held out the towel and Becky grabbed it, briefly toweling off her wet body. I asked her if she wanted me to go get her some clothes from upstairs, but she said, ''No, between those workers and that little Peeping Tom walking down here every minute, I might as well get dressed in front of them. Let's head upstairs. I'd rather get dressed where there's a door I can close!''
Becky wrapped the towel around her (as I walked behind her, I was sorry that in my haste I hadn't got her a larger towel) walked down the hall and into the kitchen. The only way to get to the staircase from that part of the house was through the kitchen. It was also where all three men (our contractor, the plumber and another worker), as well as 10-year old Ernesto were standing or sitting around).
As Becky, head down and blushing from embarrassment, walked past them, Ernesto suddenly reached out and grabbed Becky's towel, immediately exposing her pubes and one of her breasts, before pulling it off completely and allowing it to fall to the floor. As Becky screamed in
shock and humiliation, she briefly tried to cover herself with her arms before running into the next room and up the stairs.
At first, I ran to console my best friend, hearing Gilberto yell at his son as I left the room. Then I heard the boy scream. I turned back into the room and saw the boy's pants and underpants at his ankles, totally exposed, with his father behind him and slapping the boy's bare butt with his belt.
It was horrible!
I yelled, ''Stop that!'' The boy looked up and our eyes met and his humiliation at me seeing him naked was painfully obvious. I yelled again at the plumber and quickly moved over to him and grabbed his arm before he struck the boy again. The boy's bare butt had several bright red strap marks across it.
Not that I didn't think the boy should be punished, but like that? Not if I could help it!
''Just what the FUCK do you think you're doing!'' I ripped the belt from Gilberto's hands, stunning him, and threw it down into the corner across the room. Our contractor then stepped between the boy and father.
''You could be charged with child abuse for hitting him like that!' WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!'' I yelled.
All of a sudden, you could feel the shame the boy's father felt and he actually started to cry. I yelled at him again, ''Get out of here!'' and our contractor put his arm around Gilberto's shoulder and ushered him outside for a chat.
The other guy just stood there, taking it all in, still with a perverted grin on his face from seeing Becky naked - AGAIN!
I sat down on a chair and called Ernesto over to me. The boy was embarrassed as hell, tears rolling down his face. He was trying to hide his penis, but I put his arms up and then pulled up his underpants. He winced in pain (and shame), then I pulled up his pants. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and tried to reassure him that he would be O.K. He was crying and shaking like a leaf.
Our contractor then returned with the boy's father. I shot Gilberto an angry look, even as he mumbled that he was sorry. ''Don't say it to me, you idiot!'' and pointed over to his son. Our contractor said he'd take it from there and nothing more would happen to the boy. I felt confident enough at that point to head upstairs to check in on Becky.
I found Becky in her room sitting on her bed, naked, blow-drying her hair.
I told her that Ernesto really got it, but she (not knowing how bad) initially said, ''And I'm supposed to feel sorry for him? You saw what he did!''
Then I told her what happened. She was immediately as horrified about it as I was. I instantly knew why: it brought back horrible memories of her witnessing her younger brother Matt getting the strap, hand or anything else that was handy from their step dad.
Now do you guys get it?
Despite her huge embarrassment, that wasn't why Becky regretted what she said to embarrass the boy. She regrets it for what happened to Ernesto because of the situation which spiraled from those comments.
As Becky had quickly calmed down from her own embarrassment, she suddenly looked away from me and sighed, blushing. I turned around and there's Ernesto in the doorway, staring right between Becky's legs, which she quickly closed.
I scolded him, ''It's not polite to enter a room without knocking, young man!''
He quickly said he was sorry, but added that the door was already open. (that was my fault)
Then Becky scolded him, ''What do you want now?''
Ernesto said that his father told him he should immediately apologize to Becky for embarrassing her.
Becky blushed and said, ''Well, you know, you could have waited until I got dressed first!''
I couldn't help but notice how Ernesto was trying to avoid eye contact with me and kept looking at Becky instead. True, Becky was naked, but it was more than that. Ernesto was also feeling his own shame of being seen naked.
Then Ernesto told Becky that unless she forgave him for what he did, he was afraid he was going to get punished even more. He started to cry hard and was shaking a little.
Becky then stood up, covered her breasts with one arm, her pubes with another and started lecturing him.
''You really hurt my feelings with the name you called me. Did you tell your father what you said and what you did, sending that
other man into the bathroom to see me undressed?''
I sat down on the bed and called the boy over to me. His face blushed as I insisted that he look at me. I told him that if Becky was a mean-spirited person, she would be laughing at him right now, wanting to see him get strapped again. ''Do you think she wants to see that happen to you?''
''No,'' he softly answered.
Then I hit home. I asked him how he felt being naked in front of me. His eyes immediately looked down to the floor and he whispered something. I asked him several more times and made him look me in the eye with his answer, which was one word: ''Ashamed.''
So, I then asked him how did he think Becky felt being seen naked by him, his father and the two other men.
''Why?'' I asked.
''Because she's not wearing no clothes,'' he said.
''Then why did you do that [pulling Becky's towel off] to her?'' I asked.
''Because it was funny,'' he answered, honestly.
Walking around behind Becky, I quickly grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.
''Well, look at her. She's not wearing any clothes now. Aren't you going to laugh at her?'' I asked, trying to hold back my grins at Becky who was more than a little annoyed that I had the nerve to do and say that
and who gave up struggling after a few second as I held her arms firmly behind
Ernesto took in the view, his eyes darting up and down from Becky's boobs to her pubes, with a slight grin growing wider until I said, ''Well? Why aren't you laughing at her now?''
''Because you saw me,'' was Ernesto's surprising answer.
OK, I thought. We're making progress.
At that point, I released Becky's arms. She gave me a dirty look and then sat on the bed, pouting, eventually grabbing a towel and draped it around her neck, not even bothering to fully cover her exposed breasts.
But she did belatedly shut her legs closed when she saw Ernesto steal a glimpse of her womanhood.
Then, as innocently and with a slight grin on my face and a tickle under his chin, I said, '''Oh, so if I hadn't seen your little pee-pee you'd be laughing at my friend right now?'
Wow! Did he face ever blush! But he understood that I was teasing him as much as scolding him, embarrassing him to teach him a lesson.
That's when he answered, ''No. Because what I didn't wasn't nice.''
Becky looked over to me, nodding Mission Accomplished.
She said, ''Alright, Ernesto. I accept your apology. But you really hurt my feelings with what you said. That hurt me more than you pulling off my towel or you seeing me naked.''
With that, the boy ran over to Becky and threw his arms around her waist, giving her a tight hug.
Becky hugged him back, but the boy didn't let go. Finally, she said, ''Ernesto. It's O.K. Now, can I please put my clothes on?''
He then backed away, smiling, taking another look at Becky before she could throw her hands down to regain her modesty down there and shot an embarrassed look over to me.
I grinned and said, ''O.K. Come on, Ernesto. I think there's some milk and cookies downstairs.''
As we left the room, Becky didn't notice that the boy turned back around to catch her bending over when she got up and walked over to her dresser to pull a pair of panties and bra out of a lower drawer.
The next day, as the work continued on our plumbing, Ernesto went around the neighborhood picking flowers and presented them to Becky.
O.K.? Now you all know. So now you can stop asking the same questions over and over like a broken record.
Becky agreed to answer questions about spanking, depantsing jerks at our old high school and debate this whole issue in a good faith attempt to prove once and for all that she's a good, kind and decent person. That she's not the kind of girl who throws herself at strangers, asking them to spank her as Bad Girl Spanker insinuates. She's generous to a fault, compassionate and caring. In no way shape or form does she deserve to be the object of a sexually humiliating punishment at your hands or the hands of anyone.
But some of you perverts insist that she must somehow enjoy the attention and WANT IT (''the spanking'') given that she allows herself to be subjected to this constant scorn, criticism and hateful, sexually harassing posts.
The truth is that Becky is a very prideful person and has never been one to back away when challenged, either physically or verbally.
Although Becky knows that I have strong doubts whether this will ultimately prove to be an exercise in utter futility, I can no longer stand by and let Bad Girl Spanker and the rest of you perverts twist and distort the truth.
I'm not going to reply to every little thing you perverts have to say. In fact, I may not reply at all. But, I had to set the record straight on this incident.