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ST: Camp Tails - Part 04 (mmfb, spank, sex, public)
The following story is fiction. It contains scenes of teen sex,
domination, spanking and shaving. If such subjects are
offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child)
please leave now. It is recommended that you start with Part 1
which has a full introduction.
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Camp Tails - 04
By
Y. Lee Coyote
October 17, 1999
Hi Lee,
In the morning Betty dropped by and actually did need some help
with her math which we did while Joel was still sleeping. Then I
woke him and asked when his curfew was and when he got in (after
I did). It was quickly determined that he was to be spanked and
was upset that it was Betty that was to do it. "Do you want two
spankings?" and he got the message. Betty pulled back the sheets
and he was just in his briefs -- his tri-colored white (yellow in
the front and skid marks in the rear) briefs. She made him
strip and closely inspect his own undies and immediately berated
him for being a baby that did not know proper hygiene -- urine
and feces stains are a disgrace. She ordered him to take a
shower and be back here in five minutes clean or else. He looked
at me and I just snapped: "DO IT NOW BOY!" and he did. You can
imagine how he felt being treated like a little kid by a girl
with his hairless pubes fully exposed. It was so embarrassing
that his cock was smaller than usual.
When he returned still wet, she made him 'bend over and spread
them' so she could inspect and see if he had washed throughly.
(I had thoughts of her dragging him back to the bathroom to wash
him herself.) She pulled him over her lap and he would quickly
regret that he did not dry his bottom first. She throughly
SPANKED! his wet rump. Joel reacted as expected and was soon
crying. She lectured him just like a mother about being good and
washing and obeying curfew and even about failing to growing up.
His promises got lost in his sobs and her lectures. She asked
for a hairbrush but I gave her my strap and she finished the job.
He was crying more than I had ever seen before. I really think
that she put more into this spanking than she did yesterday into
spanking me. As she held him over her lap she asked me to get
the shaving stuff and after I put the towel on the bed had him
lie on it. She did an excellent job. She covered him with foam
and rubbed it in. Then she carefully removed all the stubble
even on the shaft and ball sack. She handled his prick as if it
was just something in the way (like a chair when vacuuming the
rug). She sent him to stand in the corner and washed her hands.
We did some more math with both of us admiring the red glow from
the corner.
I released Joel from the corner and walked Betty home. On the
way she suggested that I use a depilatory on Joel. She said they
easier to use and more effective.
When I returned, I found Joel dressed, his part of the room
cleaned up and doing his homework. I hope that it was a good
sign.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * *
October 18-23, 1999
Hi Lee,
I'm really sorry that I have not been writing but I have been
swamped by with school, Betty, spanking and me. I'm sure that
you are not interested in school events so I'll move on to the
second most interesting item Betty.
Well, the answer to your question is NOT YET. We have been going
steady but she still won't let me do to her anything like what I
love her doing to me. For all its aggravation, this definitely
seems like a case of half a loaf is better than none.
After our movie date where she kept me hard through the entire
film I was worried about a stain showing afterwards and if I lost
control making a big obvious mess in my pants. I started to talk
to her; here's the conversation. Through all of it she had her
devil's grin on which I find absolutely irresistible.
Me: It's hard ...
Her: I like you that way. Don't you like it?
Me: Yes, but ...
Her: I like getting it and keeping it that way. Do you want me
to stop doing that?
Me: No. Betty, please, ...
Her: Is there a problem. Is it hard now?
Me: Of course, I'm with you.
Her: I'm flattered.
Me: Betty, please, ...
Her: (giggling) OK Tom, what do you want to say.
Me: I really do love the way you get me hard but I'm worried
about embarrassing you by getting a stain in my pants. I want to
wear a rubber but it seemed wrong not to tell you. I wanted you
to know why and, that as much as I want to, not think I'm trying
to go too far before you are willing.
Her: Certainly, wear a condom instead of underwear and slacks
instead those thick denim jeans.
Need I say what happened on our next date at the movies. She got
me off twice. Yes, a half loaf is better than none.
Carl is really amazing. He has kept all of his promises and is
not one tiny bit bratty. When Betty and I ask him to please
leave us alone, he does although making a silly remark about "sex
again" as he leaves. One afternoon, he told me that he like to
think of me as his big brother and wanted to talk man-to-man. He
went on to explain that he had looked up a lot about sex but the
books even with pictures did not explain everything. He had
masturbated to orgasm (shit-eating grin) but nothing has come out
of his penis. I explained dry vs wet and he asked me to
demonstrate. I was not sure that I should show him when he told
me that Betty had let him take a close look at her so he could
see the difference from his immature friends. (Damn, that's more
than she allowed me to do.)
Just then Betty came in and sat next to him so we were together
on the couch. I told her what Carl wanted and asked if she would
help by jerking me off. She agreed she would (ah, bliss) but
only if she did it all. I agreed like I agree to every she
wants. She went for a towel and some lube and then slowly
stripped me while Carl watched bug-eyed. Then she pulled the
shocker -- she tied my hands behind me explaining that I would
get impatient and come before she wanted me to. I sat down on the
couch with them on either side of me. She made sure that Carl
knew what every part was and then she started working on me with
the lube. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the bliss. I'm not
certain but I think that Carl even got a hand or two into the
act. After uncounted ups and downs she let me explode. As I
stayed in the after glow, I heard Carl say: "AWESOME!"
Other than that there was not anything special to report.
Joel was a different matter. Betty's spanking really did
something to him and he started to change immediately. The next
Sunday he really shocked me. He came to me and showed me that he
had shaved his pubes himself, his assignment book all checked off
and noted that he was not due a spanking and asked if he may go
visit his friends. Then he did a repeat the next week. I spoke
with dad and suggested that he be allowed to have pubes again and
dad agreed. On Thursday, I had a chat with him and told him the
good news. He really appreciated that I had spoke with dad and
promised to kept up the good work. I was so impressed with his
response, that I offered to adjusted his curfew to be halfway
back to where it had been. But he said no for he was not sure he
could handle the extra time properly yet and suggest that we make
these adjustments after two weeks with any spanking level
problem. We did make the adjustment the next week though.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
October 25, 1999
Hi Lee,
I continued to play with the people I've talk about but I was not
happy with them always older than me. I found a classmate, Phil,
who wants to play both erotically and punishment games. We had
not planned what we would do in advance. I made the mistake of
being late and he called me to task immediately. He started to
lecture me even before I even got my jacket off. He kept it up
all the way to the basement where there was a play space. He
stripped me quickly never stopping the verbal lashing. He lead
me to a padded saw horse and bent me over it. Then he buckled
some leather straps about my wrists and ankles so that I could
not move. It was exciting as hell must be on party night. I was
also scared some because we had not talked about limits and safe
words or stuff like that. I start to say something but a hard
hand SPANK on my very exposed butt told me to shut up or else.
"The penalty for being late is one stroke for the first minute,
two for the second etcetera. You were five minutes late. I
shall use a ..., he paused for a few seconds, a belt. He slowly
drew his heavy leather garrison belt from his trousers, let me
see it up close before stepping into position. He raised the
folded belt and brought it down on my ass. I saw stars and
yelled. "You must count them yourself, prisoner. We'll start
again."
He raised the belt and brought it crashing down on my butt once
again. The galaxies reappeared. The pain intensified. I
squeaked out a "One". He struck again and I said: "Two".
"No, dumb ass, you start at 'one' for each new minute. We'll
restart minute two."
Again the belt struck my poor ass. "One." Again "two". He
paused. Then the belt kissed my seat anew. WHACK! "One."
WHACK! "Two." WHACK! "Three." This surely was harder then
straight counting for I had to remember two counts. He started
the strapping for the fourth minute with my ass already ablaze.
WHACK! "One." WHACK! "Two." WHACK! "Three." WHACK! "Four."
Almost done.
WHACK! "One." WHACK! "Two." WHACK! "Three." WHACK! "Four."
WHACK! "Five."
We were finished, with the extras I had gotten seventeen and my
ass hurt more than any other spanking I had ever had but I was
not crying. My cock was hard and trying to push me away from the
horse but it could not do that. My butt was howling but my cock
wanted to play. I bet that this was the sort of feelings that
Richy has. I could feel Phil playing with my butt; he even was
pressing his fingers against my butt hole and I could feel him
slipping in. I was his beaten captive and it was his right to
take me just as I had taken Richy. I heard his zipper being
opened and the ripping open of the condom package. I wanted to
yell: "FUCK ME!" but I was not in any position to give orders. I
was poised to take them now. I felt his ramrod at my hole and it
pressing forward. I pressed back to welcome it in although it
would enter even un-welcomed. His shaft did something inside of
me and it felt great. As he pumped in and out, I began to feel
that I wanted to come just like when Betty jerked me off. I
surrendered to my feeling and let it happen. I came and it was
great and he must have also for he pulled out.
He untied me and took me to his bedroom. I laid on his bed, ass
up of course, as he played with me. "That's what happened when
you're late. I hope that you'll remember that." All through
this he was shedding his clothes.
"I certainly will." I answered. How could I do anything but
remember. He was caressing my hot butt and I knew that I would
be late again. My hand wandered over his body and found his hard
shaft. I stroked it as he played with my flaming butt.
He shifted so that he was sitting and I was between his legs. I
looked up him feeling like a puppy at his master's feet. He was
smiling. I dropped my eyes to his groin and saw that his shaft
was rampant. I wanted it and I moved forward with my mouth open.
"Good boy. You may suck it." I enveloped it. It was good. I
felt the belt softly moving over my back and hot butt. I wanted
to please him. I don't know why but I did. I concentrated on
sucking him and the pain in my bottom. That was all that matter
now. I've must have pleased him for he blasted another load into
my mouth which I accepted eagerly. I kept sucking until he was
satisfied. It takes quite a while to satisfy a fifteen year old
stud. When I finally did get up it was clear that I had also
come from the mess I left.
We are going to play more. I must remember to be late.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
October 31, 1999
Hi Lee,
Now for some big news. I been having my problems from all these
thing that have been going on. I had gotten some hints from
others but it became clear to me a couple of weeks ago. I was
combing my hair and realized that the guy looking back at me was
a genuine shit head. I had been abusing my power over Joel and
being nasty to others. I looked at me and said: "You have been
very bad and need to be severely punished, Thomas." Yes,
basically I had become obnoxious. I looked at the boy in the
mirror and said to him: "You should be shaved and spanked. You
need to do public penitence."
I could have gone to dad and asked him to deal with me but I did
not want to do that for two reasons. First, I did not think he
would fully understand my needs and confession and, second, I did
not want to be a little boy running to daddy; a man does things
for himself. I needed two days to work out the proper sentence.
I selected three people to help me: Joel, Betty and Carl. They
each possessed some special qualities that were required.
We met Sunday at 10 which was the traditional time for my shaving
of Joel. I started with freeing Joel completely, permanently and
irrevocably from my control with a letter to him and dad
'resigning' my position of 'brother in control' and stating that
I feel that he must and could take care of himself. He was very
appreciative and we even had a tender moment with a hug.
Then I started to explain why I called them all together and that
I heed their help in dealing with a boy whose been a shit head
and needed to be punished and remade. Carl winced at that, but I
quickly told him not you but me. There were three stunned people
there. Each of you has something special that will be helpful to
me in making this punishment and penitence work better.
It hard to know how to do all this. What I have decided is that
I need to go through the same sort of cleansing treatment similar
to that you did Joel. Except I know that I need it and want to
start it before it is imposed on me. Joel you need to know that
Carl is a great boy and not the kid brother brat with Betty and I
that, for example, I was with you. He actually leaves us alone
when we ask and is fun to have around. He's very much like a
brother to me and vice versa. Carl was agreeing and proud to be
treated like a teen peer and not a baby. When we finish this
discussion, I need you to tell me this (handed him a paper about
not being a man therefor not deserving of pubes) and then clip
them off. Carl protested that he did not want to hurt me. "Does
Betty want to hurt you when she spanks you?" I asked him. He
shook his head no. But she does because it is for a greater
good.
Betty I need you to do two things. After Carl clips me, to shave
me smooth and spank me with a lecture having the ferocity that
you used on Joel. This is a list of my fuck ups and you dudes
might even have some to add. We all know from painful personal
experience that you can do the job excellently.
Joel you get probably the hardest job. I'm asking you to watch
over me and make sure that I'm good boy doing my homework and
otherwise behaving right. If I'm not then please take
appropriate action as you see fit. I'll shave myself weekly
until the end of the school year unless you tell me to stop
because you want to take care of it. Also, I'm giving you the
key to my cell.
You and you alone have the power to decide when I have been
restored and to terminate this with a real punishment spanking
that would be appropriate for right now. You decide when and
where that is to happen.
Finally, because of gym some of this will have to become public
which is necessary anyway. I don't think the details are anyone
else's business and I prepared a press statement stating that
"I've behaved badly and am being punished so that I can repent
and mend my ways." I prepared a letter for mom and dad which
explains this. Other than Ralph, Eric and Lee, my e-mail buddy,
I don't think that there are any other exceptions the information
blackout.
Joel wanted to know if I was sure I could trust him and I told
that last year I wouldn't have but I do now. Betty wanted
assurance that I did not have any doubts about this which I
certainly did not.
I went to the bathroom and when I returned they agreed that we
should proceed. Carl, bless him, treated me just like I treated
him when I spanked him. He made stand in front of him and made
me confess that I was a very naughty boy and need to be severely
punished. Then he stripped me slowly and deliberately down to my
birthday suit not even leaving me socks. He grabbed me by my
short hairs and asked if boys had pubes. After a few exchanges I
said what I had to said: "I am not a man but just a naughty boy.
I should not have man-fur, Sir."
He picked up the clippers and told me to put my hands on my head.
Then he took the irreversible step and passed the clipper through
my bush like a bushwhacker lawn mower through a brush field. My
hairs fell and strangely I started to feel relieved. I was being
demoted to 'boy' from 'man' (youth) so that I could rise again
like a phoenix from the ashes. After a bit he was satisfied and
turned off the clippers and gave my hairless pubes a good feel.
I was beginning to feel punished already. My head was hang so I
saw him look up and turn the clipper on again. With two quick
strokes he clipped my right armpit and the repeated this on the
left with two more. This time he put down the clippers.
Betty called me to the bed and I lay down so that she could shave
me smooth. This was the first time I was being shaved. The
shaving cream felt strangely pleasant as she covered my privates
with her kid brother and my big brother watching. As I felt the
razor in her hand finish the task her brother had started I had
doubt about if this was the right thing but they passed quickly.
Beside I no long had control of what was happening. Since that
hike with Carl in the woods I had known that she loved to control
me through my package. I wondered if she had ever thought of
doing this before. I know that I had and now it was happening
although not quiet the way I had thought about with her taking me
captive and shaving me to claim me. Regardless, I felt claimed
and I would soon learn that she knew it too. The razor felt nice
as she repeatedly drew it across me but I also knew that the pain
would come later. She even picked up on what Carl had started
and shaved my armpits. I know she had experience doing this.
Then I realized that I was over her lap and she was rubbing my
butt, no, little boy bottom. She start spanking me and that got
my attention. I don't know how she could lecture so well as the
spanks rained down on me. She a natural born spanking mom
perhaps. The lecture was enough to make me fell soundly spanked
without other any spanking but I got both. This was even more
severe that the one she had given me in the woods. Without even
think about it I realized that I was sobbing and starting to cry.
I promised to be good and mend my way and respect other people
and lots of other thing but the spanks on my bottom and on my
ears continued and continued. I already felt very soundly
spanked and I had not even broken. I was screaming for her to
stop but of course that was useless. Her hand continued to rain
down on my blazing red bottom and then I broke into uncontrolled
bawling aware of only one thing. The rain of spanks stopped but
neither the pain nor the crying abated. I felt a few lighter
blows which were probably from Carl but on my abused flesh they
caused me to react in pain. Was this a sign of things to come?
I was not in any state to think about this.
Then I was in Joel arms. He was comforting me like I had him
just a few short weeks ago. The normal order of thing has been
restored. How long would it be before I was restored?
I cried myself to sleep and remained that way until Joel woke me
at dinner time. Joel had told Ralph and Eric about the whole
deal and got them to promise support and to keep the details
quiet. Joel had also a long talk with our parents. By dinner
time they had accepted that I felt guilty and need to repent.
Nothing else mattered and Joel promised that he would do the best
to help me but I really had to solve my own problems just as he
did. Just like he did when I was eight, Joel led me to the
bathroom to wash and pee and then took me to dinner naked. One
of my favorite deserts was on the menu but there were only three
portions served that night and I was forth on line.
After dinner, Joel setup rules for me. They were very strict but
he thought that I need that sort of control for at least a while.
I felt like I was a little boy and docility accepted them all.
At school my bare pubes did not attract the attention that Joel's
had. It is a much more common condition in the ninth grade than
the twelfth and I hid them a bit in the locker room. It had to
come out soon, but I was not unhappy about waiting a few days.
The strict rules caught up with me very quickly. On Tuesday, I
managed to get home late and Joel called me to task for it. I
had asked him to be strict and he was. Proffered excuses were
quickly rejected and a spanking was the penalty. Joel striped me
and soon had me over his lap. His hand felt so good rubbing on
my bottom that I lost sight of what was about to happen. He
raised his hand and brought it crashing down on my bottom. He
was strong, perhaps even stronger than dad and I howled like I
did when Phil's belt hit me. In just a couple of minutes I was
reduced to a howling banshee and he was comforting me.
I started to learn his rules. Spanking were fast and hard and
hurt like the blazes; I would always know I had been spanked. He
never spanked in anger but in love for he always held me so very
tenderly for as long as I need it. I stayed naked until the next
sunrise no matter who was around (little hairless boys have
nothing to hide). I did not do much beside school and home. My
spanking friends had to make do without me. Betty and Eric were
the exceptions and formed my entire social life.
Betty did become more possessive of me since she "cleared the
land to establish her homestead" and Joel told her that she had
spanking rights on me. I still love cuddling up with her while
she keep me hard and dripping even while I'm not allowed to touch
her. She always makes me come every time we go to the movies at
least once during the film.
Joel has decided that I'm not to shave myself. He did the next
time because he wanted to do it and for me to remember that he
had. But then he has taken Betty's suggestion for a depilatory
but I'm not allowed to use that myself either. Carl likes to do
it and Betty likes that even more than doing herself. Carl has
two wishes right now: first, that he starts puberty asap so he
gets hair before I do and, two, that he gets spanks me.
The cat got lose on Wednesday. My bare pubes got noticed and
because of my brother's previous situation the word spread like
wildfire. Truth be known, I'm glad that it happened. It was
part of my plan that everyone know that I was going through this.
It is hard to repent when it is a secret. My little press
release did not do much to calm things down. Dad spoke to The
Cop and told him the story that this was my idea and it had to
happen.
Tommy
* * * * * * * * * * * *
November 1-20, 1999
Hi Lee,
I doubt know what happening but I'm not changing into a good
fifteen year old but some how have gotten stuck as a pretty good
ten year old. I know it's ten because the rules that I have to
live by are those that I had when I was really ten. School is ok
-- my grades are already (well, mostly) and nobody give a shit
about whether or not I have pubes like they did with Joel (should
I be jealous?) . Betty makes sure that she get me off regularly
but exactly when _she_ thinks that it should happen. Could I
like being a boy so much that I like even that most intimate
control?
Joel has really been good to me. I been getting about three
spankings a month from him and, believe me, they really last that
long. It seem that I get to the bawling stage even faster than
when I was just eight. However, after it over and he comforts
me, I truly feel better. After one of those spankings, I got
into bed with him and he held me all night. His bush is fully
regrown and bigger than ever and it easy to feel like I'm his
little, little brother now that I'm smooth there. We joked about
this.
Right before Thanksgiving, Joel said that we would skip using the
hair remover and see what happens.
I'll tell you when I know.
Tommy
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
December 3, 1999
Hi Lee,
It was my own fault that it all happened but it took three
separate events to make it as bad as it was. It was a Friday
afternoon and I was on the way home from school with my friends.
There was plenty of time before dinner and no homework due before
Monday so we were playing ball. The trouble was that we were
doing it in the street which was strictly forbidden.
Then there was the squeal of brakes and the screeching of tires.
I was almost hit by a car. It was Joel's car and he was driving.
He was furious. He ordered me into the car NOW! I tried to
speak but he told me just to button my lip. He was to put it
mildly very angry. He was right to be for I was almost killed.
I certainly knew better than to play in the street. There was a
playground nearby. What I did not have was even a unreasonable
excuse.
At first I though he would pull down my jeans and briefs and
strap me right there in the street bent over the hood of the car.
In front of everyone -- there were dozens of kids on that block
and several of my friends. As I sat in the car I thought I was
lucky that he did not do that. I wish he had.
As soon as we got home, he ordered me into the dinning room
corner. This was not a good sign. This meant that he was going
to give it to me downstairs rather than in the privacy of our
room and dad was due soon. He was also expecting Mary Ann for
dinner but she was not due for some time and hopefully this would
be over by then.
Joel had just gotten back to me and was about to start lecturing
me when dad came home. They greeted each other and dad told him
to "Carry on, son." once he heard what I had done. Neither mom
nor dad did watched the proceedings although that would not have
really bothered me any more.
It was when he said: "Hi, Mary Ann. You're early. I'll be with
you in a few minutes after I spank my, er, naughty little
brother." that my heart sank. She was going to watch my entire
spanking. I pleaded with Joel with my eyes and lips but he was
not responsive. This was going to be a good evening, NOT!
"I meet your father shopping and he gave me a ride here." she
said pleasantly as if watching a teenage boy about to get
stripped and spanked was an every day occurrence for her.
Joel lectured me (although I knew what I had done wrong) and
stripped me (which I always hated). It did not get him long to
get down to my birthday suit. I was blushing all over so I was
red even before he pulled me over his lap. The ferocity with
which he spanked me indicated that he was very upset with me and
rightly so. It did not take very long before I was crying and
promising never to play in the street again and all that stuff.
An then, he drove me over the brink and I started to bawl with
the flood gates wide open. After an eternity, he stopped beating
me and held me. He reminded me that he loved me and that he was
sorry he had to do this but I had to learn not to play in the
street. He was right. The spanking was just. I was very
ashamed. My ass hurt and glowed. I felt very small.
By now I was just sobbing as we held each other. I did not think
about that Mary Ann could see my glowing buns all this time.
Then he told me to take my clothes and pack upstairs, wash up for
dinner and come back for my corner time. When I returned, still
naked, Joel had me greet Mary Ann so that she got a close up of
my shaven pubes and all the rest. I also had to apologize for
making her witness my punishment. (Gosh, she did not have to if
she did not want to.) I was not even safe in the corner for
mother called me to set the table and I had to go back and forth
with everyone watching my thing flopping around.
Mom had me help with serving every course which assured that Mary
Ann would get to see me up close a lot. After I passed out the
dessert which was one serving short, I was put back into the
corner. Joel took me upstairs when my corner time was over and I
had said good night to give everyone still another look at my
publicly displayed privates. I was to write two pages about why
I shouldn't play in the street. If it was not ready by the
morning, I would get another spanking. I asked Joel to ask Mary
Ann not to tell the twins, her siblings, who were in the my
classes. Joel said he wouldn't however I might ask her myself
but she could say no and I would have planted the idea in her
head. So I kept my mouth shut.
This was not a good evening. Fortunately, I did the essay
satisfactorily enough for Joel so I did not get an extra
spanking.
Tommy (all four cheeks very, very red)
***continued in part 5 ***
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