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Here is an april fools joke that my husband played on me this year .

Dan and I used were executives at the same company . After a year , they had moved the office so that it was about an hour and a half from our home.

So each day we would take turns driving . One of us would drive and one of us would nap until we got close to the office. My hubby and i are really deep sleepers .

Well , Dan arranged the schedule so he would drive on April 1st and I would nap. He also knew that he had an visit with one of the company's clients for a couple of days and he would be out of the office but he agreed to drive me in as promised then head to the client's office.

Well, we had stayed up late the night before and that morning i was really tired and was glad for the nap, never giving any thought that it was April's Fool's day.

Well Dan dropped me off at the office and then went on his way. As I came into my office section, all the girls in the secretary pool began to giggle as i passed them.

Finally, reaching my office, my secretary broke into a giggle. I asked her what was so funny and she said let's go into the bathroom and and you will find your answer. So i went in, and looked at the mirror ...and gave out a shriek ... there in the mirror was my face and a little art work had been added by Dan. On my face was drawn a big black mustache and a little goatee.

Dan later confessed that while he was driving and i was fast asleep, he had pulled into the rest stop , pulled out a washable marker he had hidden in his pocket . He then drew the mustache and goatee on my face and the brat never said a word. He also sent me a bouquet of flowers ..with a card saying "april fools ... funny face.

But I wasn't mad , in fact, had my secretary take a picture just for posterity and wore his design most of the day...
When i got him on the phone... i warned him..
Don't even think about sleeping .... you will know when or where but i will get you and get you good i will... thats a promise you can count on.

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# 1923 - by Anonymous
    • - Public Humiliation -

    i was walking to the pool and i realized that i was naked

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    # 1960 - by Anonymous
    - Public Humiliation -

    Yesterday evening about 5:30 after I had taken a shower, I put on a pair of my favorite red panties and was in the prosess of making supper, when I heard two slight knocks on the back door. Just as I turned around the door opened and in walked my grandfather. Hey boy, I was heading over to your brothers place and wanted to tell you, then he noticed that I wasn't wearing nothing but those red panties and said what the hell? I know my face got as red as those panties and he said now I understand why you're 24 and not married, and walked out. Later on my brother called and said gramps had been there and wanted everbody to be at his place next wednesday afternoon, but said not to mention anything to you, he didn't want you there, what have you done or said to him? I said I don't think he liked what I was wearing while fixing supper. Should be interesting what the rest of the family has to say.

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    # 1963 - by Anonymous
    • - Public Humiliation -

    This summer we were having a beach party on a private beach

    We were enjoying the rays, drinking wine coolers and acting silly

    Well i am on my blanket getting a tan, my bikini top open. and fell asleep.

    One of my girlfriends decided to play a trik on me

    She sat next to me as i slept and dug a little tunnel under my blanket. then she gently pushed my blanket into the tunnel and pulled my top thru the tunnel she dug.
    I never felt it coming off.

    Then she poured ice cold water on my bare back.

    I jumped up...to the hysterical lafter of my friend as i tried to cover up. turning all kinds of red ...and they began spraying me..head to toe with silly string...

    I could have died.

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    # 2020 - by Anonymous
    - Public Humiliation -

    The other day I was showering after going jogging. I some how locked myself out of my room. My big brother was out by the pool playing catch with two guys from his high school baseball team. They were twins and total jerks. I called him to help open my door. I hated that the twins came in also because I was only wearing a towel. My bro went to get a tool out of the garage and I told him to hurry, so of course he took his time. One of the guys called me a genius for locking myself out of my room. I said at least I am not a dumb jock. Next thing I know, my towel gets ripped off! They tossed it back and forth soI couldn't get it back. My bro comes back in and bust out laughing. I ran through the house,out the back and jumped into the pool.
    Eventually, my bro came out,held out my towel and covered his eyes. I was out the pool and about to grab it when he pulled it away. I saw the twins in the window laughing at me. I was so furious I beat on my brother until he gave me the towel back. The worse part was that my mom had just got home and yelled at me for prancing around these boys in only a towel. She asked how I would feel if it "fell off of me". I didn't bother to tell what had happen because she probaly would beleive it.

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    # 2034 - by Anonymous
    • - Public Humiliation -

    I was ten, nearly eleven and discovering, as most boys do... girls! While girls were still a mystery I felt fortunate to have what I thought was the inside track by way of some of my uncle's girlie magazines. There were stacks of them in the basement organized by years so the basement soon became my most favorite place. Actually, my most favorite place was a small window set into the basement wall, just above ground level near an old coal bin, because it gave me both privacy and light. For those needing a lot of detail suffice to say I found great pleasure "often" by that window.

    I was there for the Summer, this being soon after arriving, and had hardly made a dent in what was still unread. Unfortunately and as often happens those desires slowly took hold blinding me to the risk and, of course, caution suffered. As also can sometimes happen there is a moment, however brief, when all of your senses (the six we have, including common) are no longer focused on the outside world and that was the moment my aunt arrived. What I remember of those first few minutes, when my senses did return, was fear growing into terror as my aunt stood there working her mouth as a fish might (opening and closing with no sound).

    My aunt was a formidable woman doing most things around their farm as effortlessly as my uncle and a hired hand named Bill might, which put me about four inches higher on a very rapid trip up into the kitchen. Went past the kitchen, up the steps to the second floor and straight onto what I fully expected to be the worse spanking I could imagine, and having been spanked by my aunt that was very scary indeed. Only we went past the second floor and up a narrow set of steps to the attic. I still had a great deal of fear and a whole lot of regret but curiosity was creeping in.

    The only words to come out of her was right at the top of those attic steps as she opened the door when she said: "If you can't get at it, you can't do that anymore!" I had no idea what that meant and stood terrified after she released me and began fishing for boxes and you have to know my aunt to know how scared I was. She found what she was looking for and, instead of rummaging, as one might, she just dumped the contents on the floor in front of her.

    What fell into view made that statement clear and what I was looking at were baby clothes. Baby clothes as in diapers, folded plastic pants and a good many of the accessories that comes with having babies around the house. I would later discover they once belonged to an invalid girl who my aunt had taken in with her mother. Can't give more details than that because it was a very brief and very angry conversation with my uncle, over why I was in those diapers and plastic pants, not too long after my aunt dumped that box.

    I jumped ahead a bit only for the context, but I knew in an instant what she planned and ironically not getting spanked made what she was planning definitely the lessor of two evils. I was literally stripped of my clothes cooperating as much as I could only because I still feared that very large hand and her anger. Within too short a time I was laying on top of a folded diaper she took only seconds to prepare and did so quietly while she searched for the diaper pins.

    What amazes me even today and why I'm confessing this was an odd mix of embarrassment, terror still, humiliation obviously and suddenly a modest amount of excitement. Can't explain that part yet but on that floor watching the dust in the light and my aunt kneeling over me left me very conscious of both the diaper and being diapered.

    This wasn't a loving act and nothing was said as she worked, but even in her haste she sprinkled me from an old tin of Johnson's Baby Powder. I was pinned within that cotton by two white tipped diaper pins and remember the oddness of it growing lose as I lifted my legs for those baby pants. They were plastic and noisy even as she unfolded them, more so when she eased them over my feet. I'll add guilt as an emotion to the rest, because what was feeding my senses was now fueling my excitement.

    I stood, at my aunt's command and when the baby pants reached my thighs, remaining quiet and cooperative till they covered the diaper. A kind of tee-shirt followed and definitely a girl's (tiny buttons and pink) that fell at least two inches short of my waist showing clearly what I was wearing. When that was on I was pressed to help her pick up what she had dumped out and carried my share of those things back down the stairs. I went back for my clothes after I was told to leave what I had on the dining room table.

    That, she said, was my outfit for the remainder of my stay and my penance for what I'd done. I honestly wanted to cry for no other reason than to satisfy her sense of justice (and what I hoped was any risk of a spanking) but couldn't. I couldn't cry and worse nearly smiled in spite of the fear I still had and the obvious shame over what I was wearing. Fortunately whatever was on my face was good enough when she hollered for my uncle.

    He laughed but it was short lived when my aunt told him what had happened. I'm not sure how fearful of my aunt my uncle was but he agreed readily to burning those magazines of his and never once protested the punishment she'd had outlined. That punishment, simply put, was for me to remain in those diapers and plastic pants for the remainder of my stay and the only good news, in those seconds was her telling me if I had to go potty, I could - normally. Normal being relative given the circumstances and my outfit.

    Was put on the bus for home six weeks later and until that day I left I wore those diapers and plastic pants and at least a half dozen tee shirts like that first. I was changed in the morning, just before dinner, at supper time and before bed after my bath. Never actually needed to be changed but I think it was meant as part of the punishment. And in keeping with this confession, it ceased to be punishment very soon after that first diaper she pinned me into.

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