Window Washer CFNM Punishment

Ashton face felt like it was on fire despite the cool night air. His bunny slippers scrapped against the pavement. He gripped his bathrobe close around himself with his free hand. He so very much wanted to brush his long blond hair out of his face but he didn’t dare release his grip.

With every step, the soft texture of the robe brushed against the surfaces of his sensitive bubble butt. Inside the robe, he was completely naked. In his other hand, he carried a bucket filled with soapy water. A sponge floated on the surface of the soapy sea.

Ashton’s heart was racing, and nervous sweat ran down the small of his back and between his clenching butt cheeks. He wished with all of his soul that he hadn’t missed that penalty shot, costing his team the game. Around the corner was the girls’ dorm building. It was a large building with windows from the floor to ceiling looking into the girl’s student lounge. The lights were dark. The couches, chairs, and foosball table were only lit by the hazy glow of the lamps standing over the sidewalk like spotlights. Ashton swallowed hard. He would have to strip down and clean the windows as punishment or else lose his spot on the team. Hopefully, he could do it quickly without anyone noticing. He hadn’t seen anyone on his path across the campus, but Ashton wasn’t being observant enough.

In the shadows of the buildings, the cheer squad lurked, tracking him like panthers, big grins on their faces, fingers furiously texting, telling every single girl on campus to wake up and get ready for the show.

With trembling fingers, Ashton fiddled with edge of the robe before digging deep within himself and tossing it off his shoulders like ripping off a band-aid. His naked body was exposed to the night, hot and shivering and sweating, his muscular shoulders and back were curved slightly forward in a defensive stance. His round, gorgeous ass was tucked forward slightly like a scared dog’s tail. His toned legs were knocked together slightly at the knee, and between his legs, was his stubby, absurd, tiny penis. An inch long stub above his shriveled, anxious balls, the pathetic mushroom barely looked like a penis.

Ashton ran forward to the window, leaving his robe on the grass and sloshing water from his bucket. His dick was so small it didn’t even move with his awkward jog toward the window. Ashton dunked the soap in the bucket and reached up as far as he could, stretching his legs apart, jutting his jiggling butt out, his back flexing, soap running down the glass.

“OOOOOHHH!” high pitched squeals broke through the night like a gunshot. Ashton jumped. He didn’t dare turn around. In the reflection of the window, he could see the organized cheerleaders all crowding around him like a circle. Their phones were out, recording the once in a lifetime event. Their faces were wicked, sadistic grins.

“Holy shit would you look at his tiny cock!”

“I can barely see it!”

“He’s got a nice ass on him though!”

“What are you waiting for, window boy? Keep washing!”

Ashton realized he was frozen in place, staring at the women through the reflection, the chattering, laughing mob, with the cold soapy sponge covering his nearly nonexistent dick. His stomach squirmed with existential panic and he was trembling all over, hundreds of eyes devouring his nakedness and shame. Mouth twitching, he lifted the sponge away from his now soaked cock and balls and started rubbing it very quickly in circular motions across the glass, just skimming the surface, moving as quick as humanly possible.

“Not like that!” Priya, the head of the cheerleading squad said, stepping forward. She was taller than he was, wearing a crop top shirt and hip-hugger jeans. She tied her jet-black hair back with a hair tie.

“You’ve got to put your back into it, like this!” Her hand slammed into his back, pinning him forward and squashing him against the glass. He squirmed under her surprising strength, rubbing his tiny, soapy cock against the sudsy glass. Her other hand reeled back and her palm slammed into his red bubble butt with a thunderous SMACK.

“OHHHH!” Ashton yelled. His eyes bugged out. His ass stung. Adrenaline pumped through his body, and he felt the arousal awaken against his will deep in his brain.

The women laughed, and Priya swung her hand back going in for another slap and then another.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

“OoHHH!”

“YOwww!”

“OwWW!” poor Ashton wailed, his voice growing higher and higher with each spank. His jiggling butt shook and grew red and swelled and ached and stung and burned.

“Hey! Save some for the rest of us!”

“I want to give it a try, move!”

“Let the rest of us punish the pervert!”

“Look at him! He’s going to cry!”

Ashton’s eyes watered. The crowd of women, most of them dressed in pajamas or sleep clothes was growing larger and larger. Nearly every woman from across campus was gathered behind him to punish his jiggling naked tomato cheeks while the rest recorded his humiliation in 4K on their phones, a never-ending queue of sadistic spankers.

They each pinned him against the wall, some girls teamed up, each using a hand to pin him against the glass while smacking a buttcheek with their free hands.

Ashton squirmed and wriggled with futile desperation. His stiffening dick was rubbing against the texture of the suds and rubbing against the glass, growing to its full, but still tiny length, of three inches. His howls and the thunderous clapping of his unwilling booty had woken up the remaining women in the dorm. The lights turn on in the student lounge and they rushed to the window in shorts and pajama bottoms, crouching down and pointing to his tiny throbbing cock smushed against and forced to grind the soapy glass while his behind took inhuman punishment, each aching smack of palm against butt flesh lighting up his brain and cock. He wriggled with renewed fervor while clenching his jaw, practically humping the glass, he knew he could barely hold on.

Suddenly, Ashton’s smushed face noticed someone inside the lounge, someone in the doorway to the room, watching him with enormous eyes of horny fixation. Her hair was blue and frizzy, haphazardly brushed down, and she was wearing and white blouse and matching skit, a nurse’s uniform over her petite but busty frame. It was Vivian, the university nurse, and she had a broad, beaming smile across her face like she was in absolute heaven.

Ashton’s swallowed hard in complete shock. He’d have a crush on Vivian since the start of the semester. He would see her in the halls almost every day, and completely envied the injured players who got to spend time with her as she cared for them.

Vivian, meanwhile, was hypnotized by his tiny cock, his adorable dick, with its perfect petite and gentle shape, covered in soap and throbbing to the verge of orgasm. It was exactly her preferred shape and size, and it made her body ache with need and her mind glow with arousal. She drooled, and her fingers twitched, grasping little horny, hungry twitches.

Ashton was so taken aback by her that he didn’t even notice that the hands stopped brutally spanking him and pinning him against the wall. Instead, two hands grabbed his wrists, pulled his arms back, and clamped handcuffs around them.

Ashton gasped. A campus policewoman pulled him against the window. Soap dripped from his pointing forward, rigid, pulsing, stupid excuse for a dick. The surrounding crowd of dozens of women giggled from behind their recording phones.

“Fucking shrimp dick pervert,” the policewoman growled, reaching for his shoulder. “You’re coming with me.”

“Wait!”

Vivian ran out of the dorm building, panting. She placed herself between the soapy naked man and the angry police officer.

“Please officer! He’s not just some random pervert streaker! He’s my boyfriend!”

Ashton looked down at Vivian with shock, and the policewoman arched an eyebrow.

“Look!” Vivian shouted before grabbing Ashton around the waist from the side, squashing her boobs against his body, and pulling him down to her height, locking her lips around his in a hot, wet kiss, her tongue plunging across his, her fingers grasping at his naked flesh.

Ashton’s knees buckled, he moaned into her mouth and his hips shook and he came right in front of everyone, a short spurt from his tiny dick shooting across the grass, which was immediately met with explosive laughter from every single woman watching. The policewoman covered her face and snort-laughed into her palm.

Vivian pulled herself off Ashton’s face, both of them gasping for air. Their eyes went down in unison to his wilting cock dripping with soap and cum, Ashton’s eyes filled with soul crushing shame despite his racing heart and sparks coursing through his veins, but her eyes were wide with wonder and airy arousal.

The police officer pulled a key from her belt and uncuffed the stunned and utterly humiliated hunk.

“Fine,” she said with a smirk. “I’ll let it fly this time, but you make sure he puts some clothes on.”

“Yes, officer! Of course!” Vivian chirped with joy.

Her hand grabbed Ashton’s wrist and she started pulling him back to her room, past the crowds of jeering women laughing and pointing at his swollen red bubble butt and his cum-dribbling little dick.

Vivian pulled Ashton close to her.

“But not right away…” she whispered.

Ashton’s lips twitched with excitement and his dick answered the same. Her adorable, soft face framed by her short electric blue hair looked up at him with a smiling promise. His heart seemed to sing and dance with joy, quieting the laughter behind him, and the clicking flashes of phone cameras, and the stinging pain in his ass.