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This was some three years later at a company party at West Point.  I was a sophomore cadet, called a “Yearling” at West Point.  My company had a little over 100 cadets including eight female cadets, four juniors, “Cows”, and four freshmen, “Plebes”.  The Plebes were constantly being harassed, “hazed”, by the “Upperclassmen” (Yearlings, Cows and “Firsties”, the seniors).  It was like a fraternity/sorority hell week that went on all year long.  The Plebes had fewer, if any, privileges and were assigned all the extra duties including providing entertainment at company parties.  The Plebes would meet some time before the party and discuss what they would do, usually a song or skit but occasionally a game.  No-one wanted to be in charge because it meant extra work for the already overworked.  But, I found out later, on this occasion one of the female Plebes was quite eager to be in charge and the other Plebes were glad to let her do it.
 
What her true motivation was, I don’t know, because I never talked to her about it.  Maybe she wanted to get back at some of the male Upperclassmen who had hazed her.  Maybe she wanted to get to know better some of the male Upperclassmen she had crushes on.  Or maybe she was just into CFNM (although there was no name for it back then).  Whatever her reason for doing it, her idea of “entertainment” for the party was to try to trick some male upperclassmen into taking off their clothes in front of everybody, including the female Plebes and Cows.
 
The first thing you have to understand for what happened next to make sense is that West Point Cadets do as they are told, ESPECIALLY in front of other Cadets.  They will NOT show fear or weakness.  This female Plebe knew this and used it against her intended targets.  When it was time for the entertainment and she stepped forward announcing she was in charge of the entertainment, she was IN CHARGE.  She was a Plebe, yes, but this was the time allotted for the Company entertainment and she was in charge of the entertainment, so, for the moment, she was in charge of the Company.  She did NOT ask for volunteers.  She named the four upperclassmen that WOULD play “The Honesty Game” and had them stand.  Then she had some male Plebes escort and stay with them out of the room where they wouldn’t be told a thing about the game but brought into the room one at a time and sat in a chair with two female plebes standing on each side.  They also discovered when they sat down, that the four female Cows were now sitting front and center of the audience.  Why?  Because they were told to.  They were not, however, told why.  Because like me, none of the Upperclassmen in the audience knew what “The Honesty Game” was.
 
The female Plebe in charge then explained that “The Honesty Game” worked by her asking questions about the player’s clothes.  The first time the player gave a correct answer the player wins and the game is over.  BUT, if the player does not give a correct answer, the player loses that item of clothing and the game continues.
 
“Don’t worry” she said reassuringly, “If you answer the first question with honesty, you won’t have to take off any clothes.”
“Okay” the first Cadet agreed (not that he had any choice).
 
Watching this, I didn’t get it anymore than the Cadet in the chair.
What was the big deal?
After all, cadets live under an honor code, “A cadet will not lie, cheat or steal nor tolerate those who do.”
So cadets are always required to answer questions with honesty, right?
This should be easy.
What is she going to do?
Try to embarrass me with personal questions about his clothes?
Maybe women would be embarrassed by that but not men.
 
The Plebe in charge began reciting, “I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer…”
She pointed to a group of male Plebes when she said “jury” then she pointed to the male cadet’s feet.
“What size are your shoes?”
“Ten” he answered.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
Two of the other female Plebes knelt down on each side of the now confused male Cadet in the chair.
“Are you going to take off your shoes or shall I have the BAILIFFS do it for you?” The Judge said pointing at the two kneeling, and now smiling, female Plebes.
 
The male cadet quickly took off his shoes.
He wasn’t going to let two female Plebes take them off them.
The shoes were collected by the bailiffs handed to the jury and quickly disappeared.
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer…” The judge continued.
“What color are your socks?”
The male cadet looked down at his black dress socks.
He must have figured out there was some trick but he didn’t know what yet.
I didn’t either.
But I remembered some factoid from physics and he must have too because he said, “Every color except black.”
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
The male cadet froze again.
“Bailiffs?” the judge said.
But by the time the bailiffs got back down to their knees the male cadet had the socks off.
They quickly disappeared.
 
“I’m an honest judge, this is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer.  How many holes on your belt?”
The male cadet looked down.
“Five” he answered truthfully.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
The male cadet threw his hands up in despair.
Nothing he said was right.
“Don’t you have your belt off yet, sir?  Do you need help?” The judge asked.
He quickly handed over his belt.
I thought the “sir” was rubbing it in.
Yes, technically, the female Plebe should address a male upperclassman as “sir”.
But this was the first time she had done so during the game and in connection with her stripping him.
She was reminding him that she was only a Plebe and was still making him strip.
Where were all his upper-class privileges now?  
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer…How many buttons are on your shirt?”
The male cadet made a thorough count of not only the front buttons but the collar buttons, wrist buttons and extra buttons.  He even un-bloused his shirt and double-checked.
 
“Fourteen” he answered confidently.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!” the jurors chanted.
“Okay we have to move this along,” the judge said sternly as the three other female Plebes moved in, “We have three other trials to conduct,” she concluded as the male cadet was given no option of taking his shirt off himself but felt six female hands undoing his buttons and in less than ten seconds found himself facing four giggling female Cows in his undershirt.  He seemed suddenly more aware that he was beltless than before.  For the first time he seemed nervous.
I remembered the blanket game and wondered if this one was going to go as far, not as far or, perhaps further.
After all, we were all legal adults (barely) and required no party chaperone.
How far was this game going to go?
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer.  What brand is your undershirt?”
Everyone in the room knew the answer to that question.
“Fruit-of-the-Loom” white undershirts were standard issue to all cadets.
The male cadet wasn’t answering though.
For the first time he looked nervous.
She never asked the same question twice.
She never varied from her intro.
What was the trick?
“Times up!” she announced.
The six female hands grabbed both sides and the back of the hem of the male cadet’s undershirt and with one fluid motion lifted it over his head.
It was gone.
Everyone was cheering now.
The four female Cows were stomping their feet and whooping like they were at a Chippendale’s show.
The male cadet was visibly embarrassed, blushing and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
 
“Order!  Order in the COURT!” the judge demanded.
“Now, sir” she said, “Listen carefully, I’m only going to say this once.”
He nodded.
She seemed to be giving him a chance to preserve his dignity (from the waist down anyway.)
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want HON-ES-TY for an answer.”
“Ohhhh” the audience murmured as they and I got it.
The male cadet looked out at them puzzled.
HE obviously didn’t get it.
The audience saw this and laughed.
Then, in unison the whole audience realized what was now bound to happen and began to cheer.
“YES! YES! YES!” I heard the female Cows chanting.
 
The judge smirked.
No-one could say she didn’t give him a fair chance with that hint.
But, as she probably planned, although the hint sounded obvious to the audience, she had made her victim too nervous to catch it.
It didn’t matter what she asked now, did it?
His pants were coming off.
 
“Is the zipper on your pants in the front or the back?” she asked.
The audience, now in on the trick, laughed at the absurdity of the question.  Only girls wore the zipper in the back.  The judge was emasculating the male upperclassman WHILE she stripped him.
“It’s… It’s on the front.  I know it’s on the front.” he insisted.
This time the audience chanted.
“GUILTY!  GUILTY!  GUILTY!”
This was followed from a few “Take it off” demands from the female Cows.
The male cadet found himself being helped to his feet by two female Plebes holding firmly to both arms as the judge, herself, stepped forward and unsnapped, unzipped and YANKED his pants down leaving him in just his white cotton briefs*.
 
*Note: they are called “tighty-whities” now.  But, in those days, he would have been MORE embarrassed had he been wearing anything except white cotton briefs.
 
Wild cheering ensued.
The audience was on its feet.
The female Cows were waving and calling out the male Cadet’s name.
He tried to sit down only to discover that the chair had been removed and the third bailiff was standing very close behind him.
 
“Order!  Order!” the judge demanded.
Everyone sat and quieted down.
“Bailiff’s, prepare for the final question.”
The two Bailiffs holding his arms spread them out and, incredibly, the bailiff standing behind him slipped a thumb under his waistband at both sides.
“Sorry, sir” she giggled, “I’m only following orders.”
“Hey! Hey!” the male cadet protested, “There are LADIES present!”
“Thanks for reminding me, sir” the judge answered.
“Would the witnesses please move forward to render their judgment?”
The four female Cows looked at each other smiled, then got up and picked up their chairs.
“Yes, your honor” one said as they moved the chairs into a VERY tight semi circle in front of the male cadet.
 
The now exclusively male audience laughed at the sight of their fellow male cadet standing in his underwear completely surrounded and at the mercy of all eight female cadets in the Company.
 
The bailiffs guided him forward a step into the semicircle as the judged intoned.
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury. We want…
HON-ES-TY
For an answer.”
She looked out at the audience.
“When I ask you this question, I want you to answer with…
HON-ES-TY, get it?”
The confused expression on the face of the male cadet began to clear.
“You must answer with one word and you must answer with
HON-ES-TY”
The male cadet nodded.
“No matter what I ask, you answer with
HON-ES-TY.”
He grinned and shook his head to himself.
“Any other answer will be wrong and will mean a free show for everybody.”
“Okay, okay” he said, “ask the question.”
 
But she wasn’t through with teasing him, yet.
“It isn’t hard, the question I mean.”
Everyone laughed.
The male cadet blushed.
He was kind of hard and she just made him remember how that was on display.
“I can see you’re ready” she continued, “For the question, I mean”
“Yes, yes!” he insisted.
“Are you going to answer with…”
She blinked extremely hard
“Honesty?”  She blinked hard again.
“Yes, I get it.” The male cadet said.
“Okay, brace yourself, not you, sir, the bailiff.”
The bailiff behind the male cadet holding his underwear, bent at the knees and elbows tightened her grip on his underwear and leaned forward a tad.
“Ooooh” everyone sighed.
I wondered if she was going to drop his shorts anyway.
“Here’s the question,” The judged said straightening up and putting her hand through her hair, “Is that a gun in your shorts or are you just glad to see me?”
Everyone laughed again.
 
“Honesty” he said.
Everyone cheered.
The three bailiffs released the male cadet.
The four female Cows sounded off with a disappointed “awww”.
Everyone laughed.
The jurors returned the male cadet’s clothes.
He was surrounded by friends who all said “Better you than me”.
 
Then he joined the audience as the next victim was put in the chair.
 
As I recall, one guy figured it out before he took off his shirt and the next guy only stripped to his waist.
I’m not really sure.
But the fourth guy.
I hadn’t noticed this when he was picked but he certainly wasn’t picked at random.
When he came out everyone “ooohed”
He was the Firstie heart-throb of the company.
He had dated all the female Cows over the last two years and all the female plebes had crushes on him.
Of course his womanizing reputation went far beyond our company.
He usually had every female cadet lapping up any pick-up line he offered.
I was glad to see the tables turned on him.
 
I wish I could tell you that he ended up naked.
The female judge tried everything she could to get him naked.
She speeded up her speech and soon had the Bailiffs taking off his shirt.
He didn’t wear an undershirt.
 
“I’m an honest judge.  This is an honest jury.  We want honesty for an answer.   What fabric are your pants made of?”
 
She offered no hint.
It wasn’t even an easy question.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the full co-operation of the female Cows on this one.
They began shouting.
“Say HON-ES-TY” before he answered about his pants.
Confused, he looked at the four of them and asked “Honesty?”
The judge ignored this as it wasn’t really an answer to her question.
She called “Order!  Order!”
But the four female Cows insisted that he had “got it” and the “entertainment” was over.
He was still looked puzzled to me.
He hadn’t “got” it at all.
But some guys get protected by women, especially from other women.
 
The four female Cows collected his shirt, shoes, socks and belt from the jury and led him away explaining what the game was about and assuring him that he had been “best” at it.
The power ebbed from the female Plebe as she was put in her place.
But, for twenty minutes or so of her Plebe year, she was a woman on top