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As Emma tossed the only means of preserving her modesty into the sea I think I finally realised quite how much she needed the buzz from this strange mixture of exhibitionism and humiliation. My plan for her had been quite tame and 'safe' - she obviously craved something more. My plan had meant that their was a chance people would see her undressed - she seemed determined to make sure that they did.
We climbed the steps in silence - she could see how shocked I was about what she had done - and on reaching the top of the sea wall we could see in the distance quite a few people walking towards us - people who would very soon see a nearly naked Emma.
'Sorry 'bout the shirt' she said, breaking the silence.
'I knew if I didn't throw that away as well as the dress I would have been begging you to give it to me to cover up with about now. As it is I know everyone will see me now - they'll all stare at me, some will make comments to me, some will be rude to me, others will think I'm a tramp walking round like this, and I'm going to love it and I'm going to hate it as well, but I'm already wet thinking about it!
The first couple of people were only about twenty yards away now - a young couple in their early twenties.
'Don't worry about the shirt, I've got a few spares in my van - and if you wanted humiliation I think you're just about to get it big time!'
And was I right. The young couple were no problem - the bloke tried not to stare at Emma and the girl just glared at her, and the next few people also just looked at her. Next were two older women with a dog. They were very vocal, and not in a good way - they told Emma she should be ashamed of herself, had she no self respect? and she was no better than a prostitute. As they walked away the parting shot was:
'you're just a wh*r*!'
With that Emma spun round, red with humiliation, took off her flip flops and threw them in the vague direction of the backs of the women. Of course the women didn't even know she had thrown them as they sailed harmlessly into the sea.
'Oh well done Emma, now you're barefoot as well - do you realise the only thing you actually wearing now is that tiny thong - are you going to throw that next time someone upsets you?'
'I just might' she replied, smirking at me.
'Well I'd hold off on that if I was you, as that tiny piece of cotton is probably the only thing that will keep you from being arrested when we get to Dawlish Warren. You can just about get away with walking round topless, but if you are naked someone like those women is going to call the cops and I can't help you then - hell, I can't even BE here then. You get arrested and everyone you know will find out, you're talking no job, no money to pay the mortgage....'
'Ok, Ok, I get the message - the thong stays on'
Well, for five minutes anyway. That was how long it took to nearly reach the end of the sea wall at Dawlish Warren, which is where a group of six young lads with a football met us. They were certainly not upset by Emma's near nudity - they loved it and surrounded her and started getting rather friendly with her, which she was really enjoying. Then the camera phones came out and despite her protests a number of photos were taken before she persuaded them to stop by promising to give them all a kiss instead! They wanted Emma to go with them or at least agree to meet them later, but she turned down all their offers. Emma eventually said we had to leave, much to the lads disappointment.
'How about a souvenir then' asked one of the lads.
'Like what?' replied a rather flushed Emma, expecting more kisses.
'I was thinking more like this' said the boy, reaching down and grabbing her thong, giving it a quick tug and ripping it clean off her body, before turning and running off laughing with his mates.
This time we both stood there in shock, Emma now bare arsed naked on the sea wall without a shred of clothing to her name, and me wondering how the hell I was going to save her from this course of self distruction.