Jake Goes On An Apology Tour (Part 3)

Mrs. Carter’s eyebrows shot up as she opened the door, her gaze immediately darting to Jake’s outfit. “Well, hello there,” she said, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “This is… quite the look.”

Brenda stepped forward, her voice firm but polite. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Carter. We’re here because Jake has something important to apologize for.”

Jake shifted uncomfortably, the pink skirt swishing around his legs. The lace-trimmed hem brushed against his thighs, a constant reminder of his predicament. His blouse clung to him, the fabric soft but far too delicate for his liking. Why did it have to be this outfit? he thought miserably.

“Oh?” Mrs. Carter leaned against the doorframe, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. “And what might that be?”

Jake swallowed hard, his throat dry. He could feel his mother’s hand on his shoulder, gently prodding him forward. “I… I was caught looking up skirts with my phone,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “It was wrong, and I’m really sorry.”

Mrs. Carter’s smirk widened. She tilted her head, studying him like a curious cat. “Looking up skirts, huh? Well, isn’t that something? And how exactly do you plan to show your remorse?”

Brenda cleared her throat. “Jake is letting each of the girls—in this case, their families—see that he’s wearing panties under his skirt as a way to prove he’s sincere.”

Jake felt his stomach drop. His face burned as Mrs. Carter’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Is that so?” she purred. “Well, by all means, let’s see them.”

Jake hesitated, his hands trembling at his sides. He glanced at his mother, who gave him a stern nod. Taking a deep breath, he reached down and slowly lifted the hem of his skirt. The white panties were on full display now, the lace trim accentuating his humiliation. He could feel the cool air against his skin, making him shiver.

Mrs. Carter chuckled softly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, well. Pink cherries? How quaint.” She leaned in closer, her gaze lingering. “Jake, if you wanted to wear panties, you could’ve just asked. No need to go sneaking around like that.”

Jake’s cheeks flamed. He quickly dropped the skirt, his eyes fixed on the ground. “I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Carter,” he mumbled, his voice trembling.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Apology accepted. But don’t think I won’t be keeping an eye on you from now on.” She winked, her tone teasing but laced with warning.

Jake felt a fresh wave of shame as they walked away from the house. His legs wobbled slightly, the weight of his humiliation pressing down on him. The thought of facing anyone else made his stomach churn.

The next stop was just down the street. It was the Hughes’ house, and Jake knew exactly who lived there. Emma. She was quick to get angry, and he knew this had to chance to be even more unpleasant than his other visits.

Sure enough, Emma swung open the door with a smirk already plastered across her face. “Well, well, if it isn’t the peeping tom himself,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She crossed her arms, leaning casually against the door frame. “I’ve been getting some interesting texts about you, Jake. Or should I say, Jacqueline?”

Jake cringed at the nickname, his face turning beet red. Brenda stepped forward, her tone authoritative. “We’re here because Jake has something to apologize for. He’s ready to make amends.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Oh, this ought to be good. Let’s hear it, Jacqueline.”

Jake clenched his fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. “Emma, I… I’m sorry for what I did,” he began, his voice shaky. “It was wrong, and I promise it’ll never happen again.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that before. What makes this time any different?”

Brenda placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder, her grip firm. “Show her, Jake.

It’s an apology tour and peep show! Click right here for the final part. (part 1) (part 2)

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