My Humiliating Fundraiser

Author's Note: This is the follow-up encounter between Kavitha and Jamal promised at the end of "Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam" and "My Humiliating Immigration Exam." While this story can be read on its own, it references characters from these stories as well as from "Mom, Medical School, and Dr. Jamal."

All the kids had left for the day, and I was in my classroom at my desk getting caught up on some grading when Principal Wilson knocked at my door.

"Kavitha, do you have a second?"

"Sure, Principal Wilson, come in. I was just finishing up some grading before heading out."

"I have some great news. The medical school is opening a new wing next week. Apparently, a former student of ours, Jamal, has been instrumental in getting funding for it. They are having a VIP private event with big donors prior to the public opening, and we have been invited to attend!"

"Us? At a VIP event? That is so amazing!" I exclaimed.

"Jamal said he would swing by tomorrow evening to give you a personal invitation. But I wanted to be the first to share this exciting news with you."

And with that, he bid me good evening and left. I quickly finished up my grading and headed for home.

And then I remembered. I had not had my well-woman exams for the past two years. I had just been too busy with life and had forgotten. The problem was, back when Jamal did my immigration exam, I promised him that I would get one every year, and if I missed one, he would get to schedule the exam for me and make it even more embarrassing than my immigration exam! An involuntary shudder passed through my body as I recalled that exam. I had been completely undressed and had all my most private parts examined, poked, and prodded by Jamal and our friend Dr. Bill while my husband and two of my students, Jorge and Robert, looked on! At the end, for the pelvic exam, the two of them had held my legs open while Jamal and Dr. Bill examined my pussy!

I felt the blood rushing to my face, as I relived the shame, humiliation, and excitement of that exam. I shuddered as I thought about Jamal promising an even more embarrassing experience.

I knew I must do something to avoid that. I quickly got out my phone and used my medical app to schedule the next available well-women appointment, which was in two weeks. Jamal would be unable to accuse me of neglecting my health.

I headed home and put these thoughts out of my mind.

I shared the exciting news with my husband Vinod. I also told him Jamal was coming to the school tomorrow, and I would make sure that the invitation allowed me to bring a guest.

My husband said he had an afternoon meeting that day, but he would take his tuxedo with him to work and then drive straight to the medical school from work and meet me there. I told him I understood, and we spent an enjoyable evening eating together and watching the latest episode of our favorite TV series.

The next day, after classes, I waited anxiously in my classroom for Jamal to come. Half an hour later, I heard a knock at the door.

"Hi, Miss Kavitha, may I come in?"

"Come, in Jamal. Have a seat. Good to see you again! How have you been?" I greeted him as he walked in carrying an envelope and a medium sized box.

He sat down and told me about what he was doing. He had graduated from medical school just as the medical school was in the process of building a new wing with a state-of-the-art human physiology lab, when it ran into budget issues. Jamal had taken interest in that and using his considerable intelligence and charisma had gone with the president of the school on several fund-raising events and raised enough money to complete the wing. Now, they would be having a private VIP event before the public opening to try to raise even more money. He wanted me and Vinod to attend.

"In this envelope are invitations for you and your husband. Miss Kavitha. I would be honored if you could come. I owe my entire medical career to you. First to the interest you took in me in your computer class and then for inspiring me to be a doctor," he told me sincerely.

"Of course, we will come," I assured him. Then I blushed as I remembered exactly how I had inspired him.

We made idle small talk for a few more minutes, then the question I had been dreading came up.

"Miss Kavitha, as a real doctor now, I have to ask you. Have you been getting regular well woman exams, like you promised?"

Well, I guess I was getting them regularly, even if it wasn't every year.

"Yes, Jamal, I am. In fact, I have one scheduled in two weeks."

"Great to hear, Miss Kavitha! I am glad you are taking care of your health."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, when was your last well-woman check, Miss Kavitha?"

I felt nauseous at the question. For some reason, I felt compelled to tell the truth, even though I did not want to.

"Two... years ago..." I mumbled without looking at him.

"Miss Kavitha, I am so ashamed of you. You not only broke the promise you freely gave to have your well-woman exams every year, but you also broke the promise that you would allow me to arrange the exam if you missed it. To add to it, you tried to deceive me and cover it up just now when I asked you about it. You knew exactly what I meant when I asked if you were having 'regular' well-woman exams and you chose to lie to me. This isn't the Miss Kavitha I remember who was the most conscientious person I have ever known and whose word was her bond and who never told a lie," he chided me.

A wave of guilt hit me at his words. I had betrayed my word. I had never done that before. I always kept my promises, even if they were difficult for me. Missing my exams had been due to negligence but trying to mislead Jamal and scheduling the exam myself instead of allowing him to set it up had been a deliberate breaking of my word. I felt so ashamed.

I also felt horrible for disappointing Jamal and wanted to make him happy with me again.

"I am so sorry, Jamal," I apologized.

"Are you truly, sorry?" he inquired

"Yes," I nodded.

"Ok, then. This is your penance." With that, he handed the box he had been carrying to me.

"Open it and look inside," he instructed.

With trembling hands, I took the package, and carefully opened it.

What I saw took my breath away. Carefully folded in the box were the red sari, white blouse, and red petticoat that I had worn when Jamal had conducted my humiliating immigration exam. Jamal must have taken them and put them in his backpack while I was naked for the exam. I blushed as I thought once again about that day.

"I want you to wear this exact outfit to the VIP event next week. Notice, there are no bra or panties in the box. I want you to wear this sari, this blouse, and this petticoat, but no underwear."

"By wearing this outfit to the VIP event, you are giving your consent for me to expose you as I see fit and agreeing to cooperate with me fully. Do you have any questions?" Jamal finished.

"What will you do if I refuse and don't wear this sari?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing. Having to live with your conscience will be the only punishment for not living up to your promises. But remember, I am only doing this for your own good, because I care about your health."

"You have a lot to think about, Miss Kavitha. Whether or not you decide the wear the sari or not, please come for the VIP event."

With those words he stood up, shook my hand, and walked out of the door.

For a few moments, I just sat there staring at the box and its contents. Did he expect me to voluntarily let him embarrass and humiliate me in front of an audience like he did before? I would just take the box home and put it in my closet. This was a beautiful sari, and I was sure I would have plenty of other occasions to wear this sari, just not to the VIP event next week!

I carefully closed the box and carried it out to my car and drove home. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw that Vinod was still not home. He had been working late these past few weeks.

I took the package and went upstairs to our bedroom and put it in the back of my closet. Out of sight, out of mind! I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

The days flew by, and soon it was the day of the VIP event. Vinod went to work that day, being careful to take his tuxedo with him for the event that night, so he could go there straight from work. I went to school as usual, and when I got home, started getting ready for the event.

I went into the closet and picked out a beautiful blue sari and blouse and laid them on my bed. I also picked out a pair of matching black panties and bra and set them next to the sari on the bed.

Then I went to take a bath. I luxuriated in the bath for a while. After the water had softened up my body hair, I went ahead and shaved my underarms, legs, and pussy. I also painted my fingernails and toenails. This was a big night, and I wanted to be absolutely perfect for the gala.

After a nice relaxing bath, I got out of the tub, dried myself, and went into my bedroom to get dressed. As I reached for my underwear, something stopped me. An almost magnetic force drew me into my closet where I had stored the box Jamal had given me.

I felt compelled to take the box back to my bed and lay out the red sari, white blouse, and petticoat on the bed next to the other pair of clothes.

I stood staring at the two sets of clothes. If I chose the blue outfit, I would just be another respectable teacher attending a charity event, but I would have purposefully broken a promise and disappointed Jamal. If I chose the red outfit, I would be keeping my promise, but I would be volunteering to be humiliated. "Red or blue, red or blue," my mind struggled with the dilemma.

Finally, I chose the blue outfit. My boss would be there and who knows how many dignitaries and strangers. I would be mortified being exposed in front of them.

After getting dressed, I went back into the bathroom and put on my makeup and jewelry and combed my hair. I came back into the bedroom and took one last look at myself in the large bedroom mirror.

As I turned away from the mirror, I saw the red sari from the box lying on the bed. My heart leaped into my throat. At that moment, I knew what I must do.

Moving quickly lest I lose my resolve, I stripped off the outfit I was wearing: sari, blouse, petticoat, bra, and panties. I then quickly put on the other outfit: red petticoat, white blouse, red sari.

I hurriedly put on my sandals, grabbed my purse, and rushed out the door to prevent me from changing my mind once again. I got in my car drove to the medical school.

The traffic was light, and I was soon at the medical school. Even though I was fully covered by my sari, I felt naughty as I got out of the car, knowing that I did not have any panties on underneath! Leaving my car with the valet, I walked through the automatic sliding doors into the reception area. I was voluntarily surrendering myself to Jamal's humiliating plans for the night.

The first person I saw when I entered was my husband Vinod. He saw me and instantly recognized the outfit. I saw a quizzical expression on his face as he pondered how I had gotten the outfit that had been missing for the past several years. Then a knowing look passed into his eyes.

He walked over to me and greeted me with a kiss. "Hello, darling. You look stunning tonight!"

Then he looked me in the eye. "Kavitha, I love you. I want you to know that you have my full support whatever you decide you need to do to be true to yourself."

Vinod understood! He must have made the connection between this outfit and Jamal and remembered the promise. I felt relieved at his support.

Then he turned. "Kavitha, let me introduce you to my boss and the founder of our company, Mr. Quint. Our company is a big donor to the medical school, and my boss was invited by Jamal as well. We drove here together from work."

Vinod's boss greeted me with a charming smile and firm handshake. "Pleasure to meet you Kavitha. I have heard so much about you from Vinod and seen your photos on his desk. It is great to finally meet you in person," he said politely.

I returned the handshake, and we made the usual small talk after introductions. A few moments later, he and Vinod had to go to meet some other people, and I was left alone.

Then the awful thought hit me. Will Vinod's boss see me naked tonight?

I knew Jamal for sure was planning on exposing me naked to an audience tonight. But I did not know when or where or to whom. Every person I interacted with tonight, would potentially, before the night was over, witness me naked and humiliated courtesy of Jamal! My face blushed, my heart pounded, and my pussy tingled at the thought.

"Miss Kavitha," I heard an excited voice call out.

I turned and looked. My knees felt weak at the sight. It was my former student, Jorge. Just when Jamal was about to end my exam without performing a pelvic because the stirrups were broken, Jorge had suggested that he and Robert could hold my legs so we would not need the stirrups. The memory of that humiliation was still strong, despite the years.

Jorge greeted me and explained that he was working with Jamal on some of the AI and computer vision features of the new physiology lab. We spent a few minutes catching up on our respective lives.

Then as he turned to leave, he slowly eyed me up and down.

"I love your outfit, Miss Kavitha. Brings back fond memories. I have to go now, but I look forward to seeing a lot more of you tonight," he finished with a wink.

Shame washed over me like a wave. During my immigration exam, Jorge had enjoyed my humiliation, making sure I could see he was ogling my nude body, and there was nothing I could do about it. Now, he was letting me know that he would be ogling my nude body once more, and again, there was nothing I could do to stop him!

As Jorge was leaving, I heard someone come up behind me.

"Hi Kavitha. Isn't this awesome!"

It was Principal Wilson. He already had a plate of hors d'oeuvres. As he got closer I smelled his breath and perceived that he had been sampling the fancy wines quite heavily as well.

"I love getting to go to fancy parties with rich people. And the best part is that my wife was unable to make it tonight. I am a free man! This evening is going to be great!" He remarked.

OMG! Was Principal Wilson going to see me naked tonight as well! The thought was still going through my head when I heard Jamal calling my name.

"Hi, Miss Kavitha. So glad you could make it. How are you doing?" he said as he came up to me and gave me a hug.

"Fine, Jamal, how are you?" I replied

"I love the outfit, Miss Kavitha. I knew I could count on you to do the right thing."

"Please, Jamal, I beg you not to humiliate me tonight. I have learned my lesson. I won't skip my exams ever again. I have already been punished enough. Whenever, I run into somebody at the party, I immediately wonder if I will be exposed in front of them later tonight, and I picture myself standing before them naked. It is like getting humiliated over and over again in my mind. Please, let that be enough."

"Miss Kavitha, I was so happy that you were doing the right thing when I saw you wearing the red sari. You aren't backing out of our agreement, are you?" He asked disappointment in his voice.

"No, Jamal," I replied. "I am not backing out of our agreement. You may expose me however you see fit, and I will cooperate fully with you. I am just asking you to be merciful." My eyes looked pleadingly at him, begging him to spare me tonight. The knowledge I was completely surrendering my modesty to Jamal, and he could expose my most private parts to whomever he wanted sent a thrill of shame and excitement through my body.

He seemed to think about it for a while. Then he shook his head.

"As much as I would love to, Miss Kavitha, I feel I must go through with this. After all, I did promise that if you missed an exam, I would do something more embarrassing than your immigration exam. So, I too must keep my word. Believe me, it is for your own good."

"At least please tell me what you have planned. What are you going to do? When will you do it? If I at least know who you will expose me to, I can at least prepare my mind, instead of imaging myself naked in front of everyone I run into here!"

Jamal just smiled a sly smile.

I realized then that my having to think about being exposed to everyone I was seeing was part of his plan to humiliate me. It had already started.

Then he changed the subject.

"Come Kavitha, there is someone I want you to meet."

As I walked with him, he told me about the man we were about to meet, Mr. Spade. He was a billionaire oil man from Texas. Everyone was hoping that he could be convinced to give a large donation to the medical school.

"He is like a cactus," Jamal warned me. "Very prickly on the outside, but inside he has a great heart."

I heard him before we saw him. He was trying to tell a joke but was having trouble since he kept guffawing at his own humor.

Then I saw him. He was a tall, fat man wearing a 10-gallon hat and cowboy boots.

When he saw us, he stopped talking and stared at me.

"Well, hello there, Brown Sugar. Aren't you the prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on, even if you ain't white. Tell me Jamal, where did you find such a fine girl."

I felt the anger rise at being spoken to in such racist and sexist language. Then I looked at Jamal, who was slowly shaking his head, warning me not to say anything. They needed this guy's money, so we had to be nice.

"Well, sir this is Miss Kavitha, my teacher from high school. She was my computer teacher and made me believe in myself, and inspired me to become a medical doctor."

"Computer teacher, eh. So beauty and brains."

Then he looked at the ring on my finger.

"Too bad for you, that you are already married. Otherwise, you might have had a chance with the most eligible bachelor in the world."

Thankfully, at this point, my husband Vinod had come into the room. He quickly rushed over.

"Hi, Mr. Spade, I'm Vinod, Kavitha's husband," he introduced himself, as he shook the man's hand firmly.

"Well, Vinod, you must be a smart guy, convincing a woman like Kavitha to marry you."

Jamal, Vinod, and I, carried on small talk with Mr. Spade for what seemed like hours. He was like a peacock displaying his feathers in front of a female. He told us about how he made his money, and about the homes, and cars, and jets, and yachts he owned. He regaled us of stories of meeting foreign heads of state and other dignitaries. He then told us his hunting stories: how he hunted lions, and tigers, and bears, and elephants, and how he had a whole wing of his mansion devoted to his stuffed hunting trophies that he would love to show us if we ever visited his town in Texas.

Finally, the alcohol he had been drinking had some effect, and he had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom. I breathed a sigh of relief. The whole time he was talking, he was looking at me like a prized trophy, and seemed surprised that I was not throwing myself at him on account of his monetary prowess and general manliness.

An involuntary shudder ran through my body as I thought about Mr. Spade, and I hugged Vinod tightly.

"Please everyone, make your way to the main auditorium and be seated," a voice announced over the PA system.

We made our way inside and sat down on the front row. Jamal, then me, then Vinod.

The president of the medical school got up on stage and thanked everyone for coming. He went on about he history of the medical school and all the good they had done for the community. He also talked about the hard economic times, and how this new wing was a risk based on their faith in the charity and generosity of the people assembled here. He asked that they would be generous tonight as they needed the money to continue to fund their free medical clinics for underserved children in the area. I guess to be able to a high-level administrator, you need to be cynical enough to give a speech about being broke, all the while standing in a brand-new, multimillion dollar building.