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Story: Alex Loses His Pants Forever (FMgg/b, spank, humil,
nc) 
by Nialos Leaning

Originally posted in 2000, now reposted as a a Nudie Juvie
festival story.  For Nudie Juvie Story Festival details and
submission guidelines, and to find all of Nialos' Leaning's youth
punishment and sexual humiliation stories, plus those of selected
guest authors, visit the always free www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nialos/www

Copyright 2000 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved.
Permission for noncommercial free (no charge) electronic
distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is
hereby granted.  All such distribution, re-posting and
reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any
way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must in
their entireties retain the following statements:

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  Among other
assorted plot elements, it depicts a preteen boy being
sentenced to a series of spankings, embarrassments and
humiliations for non-criminal juvenile delinquency.  The boy
also receives a spanking from his father, mother and two
sisters.

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY
BY A MINOR, ENTIRELY FORCED AND NON-CONSENSUAL ON THE BOY'S
PART.

If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such
material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not
read further, and do not save this story.
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"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults.  Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be
illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful,
unacceptable or undesirable.  The author neither advocates,
condones nor personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality.
The author does recognize the difference between the two.
Please do understand that some of us, including the author,
enjoy such fantasy material."

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."

* * *

Alex Loses His Pants Forever 
by Nialos Leaning

Sitting with his family in the crowded waiting room, twelve-
year-old Alex was scared, very scared.  It would soon be his
turn to face the music before Judge Trudy. That grand-
motherly looking woman of the bench  had a reputation of
being tough, very tough, on the kids that appeared before
her for punishment.  In the schools and on the playgrounds,
she had a certain fame for going out of her way to embarrass
young misbehavers, especially the boys.

"Get on in there," Alex heard the bailiff say.  Looking up,
he saw that imposing gentleman pushing three naked preteens,
two boys and a girl, through the door.  All three crying
children were followed by two sets of grim faced parents.

That's what scared Alex the most, Judge Trudy's penchant for
sentencing the young culprits who appeared before her to
long periods of nakedness.  He was more frightened of this
even than the multiple public spankings he was certain to be
sentenced to receive.  He was so modest that he never wore
shorts, only trousers and jeans.  When swimming, he always
used the longest, baggiest swim trunks that would fit his
slender waist, and preferred having a long tee shirt over
those, never mind that once wet the shirt became very
uncomfortable.            

"Alex Travail, this way please,"  a pleasant female voice
addressed him.  She was standing by the door to a small side
room from which a pretty and completely naked girl around
his age was exiting.  She had been called by that same woman
no more then five minutes ago.  Despite himself, staring at
the girl, he felt his penis hardening.

Rising, red faced, sure all could see the small tent in his
pants, tears already streaming down his face, he gave his
parents, two sisters, Principal, and home room teacher  one
last desperate look. Perhaps they would change their minds. 
It was a futile hope, he had no such luck.     

"Go on now son, do as you're told or you'll only make it
worst for yourself," said his father.  "We'll see you in the
courtroom."

"Remember," his mom brightly said, "you've brought this upon
yourself."

His sisters, eleven-year-old Amy and nine-year-old Ann,
simply smirked and giggled.

Slowly, like an already condemned man, he shuffled toward
the door of his doom, of his undoing, the doom of the for
certain undoing of his clothes. 

The woman closed the door behind them.  Two guards, a male
and a female, both as impressive and strong looking as the
bailiff, stood in the room, arms folded.

"Alex, I'm Miss Myrick, the court's case facilitator," the
woman introduced herself.  "These guards are Mr. Griswold
and Mrs. Seibel," she continued.  I strongly suggest you
don't upset them."

"I, I won't" stammered the now openly sobbing boy.

"Good," replied Miss Myrick.  "First, you need to get ready
for the judge by removing all your clothes.  Place them in
that bag over there." 

Alex stood still and stiff, a frozen crying form, unable to
move or comply.  "Do it, now!" snapped the no longer
pleasant court official, as the guards moved toward the
stricken youngster.   

"I, I can't" the wildly crying Alex managed to blurt out.

"Well, the  guards will," was the terse reply.  With that,
both guards immediately began stripping the struggling boy,
half removing, half ripping his clothes off.  They used
scissors to cut away his pants and briefs.  He knew this
wasn't good for him, both his parents and the judge were
sure to be upset with his behavior.

All too soon for the blushing, still sobbing boy, he was
standing naked in front of three pairs of adult eyes, two
females and a male.  Adding to his horror, his hairless
groin was sporting a raging hard on, in all of its three-
and-a-half inch glory.  Seven months short of thirteen he
was still a hairless short stuff down there where it
counted, looking very much like the nine and ten-year-olds
he would sometimes see naked, either at the pool locker room
or as a result of their own court sentence.  Of course, he
never gave anyone a chance to see him naked, it was just too
embarrassing.  Even his balls were no bigger than the nines
and tens; most of the eleven and twelves, even those like
him without hair, were bigger in that department, too!

"It's not fair!" he screamed out, hands flying to cover
himself up.  "I know the law, I can't be undressed before
I'm found guilty!"

"That's not quite true," responded Miss Myrick.  "The law is
that juveniles have to be naked when they appear for
sentencing."

"But, but," stammered the boy, "I haven't been charged with
any crimes, I haven't even been arrested, I haven't been
found guilty of anything, how can I be sentenced?"

"Well, right now, you are breaking the law," the court
functionary replied.  "Covering up is considered playing
with yourself in public, which is a crime.  It's also
considered a sign of disrespect, which qualifies for
additional non-criminal sentencing.  If I was you, I would
drop those hands right now."

Reluctantly, slowly, Alex dropped his hands to his sides. 
"But, but," he continued protesting, "I haven't been charged
with anything."

"True," said Miss Myrick, "but I know you know the answer to
that.  Because of your behavior both at home and at school,
your parents and your principal, as allowed by the law, have
each asked the court to sentence you to appropriate
punishments permitted under the revised juvenile statues."

"It's still not fair!" Alex exclaimed, not realizing how
much worse he was making his fate.

"Well, you may not think so," the Facilitator patiently
continued to explain, "but as you also know, the Case
Examiner you appeared before this morning thinks otherwise. 
He did determine that your recent behavior does qualify as 
non-criminal juvenile delinquency.  Therefore, as requested
by your parents and school, the judge can and will impose a
punishment sentence  against you.  So, yes, you have to be
naked in the courtroom."

"I hate you all! School, my parents, the court!  Fuck you
all!"

"Enough, young man!" the Facilitator calmly and sternly
ordered him.  "Your outbursts will be reported to the
judge."

 * * *

"This court is now in session in the matter of the Petitions
for Judicial Punishment filed against Alex Travail by his
parents and his school," Judge Trudy began.  "While this is
a non-criminal proceeding, it will be conducted much like a
regular trial, except for the absence of counsel, to impress
upon everyone present the seriousness with which society
takes these matters."

"Case Examiner Jackson," her honor continued her legally
required statement, "has certified that the petitions are
meritorious and do demonstrate a pattern of non-criminal
juvenile delinquency on Alex's part, as defined by law. 
Therefore, as requested by those petitions and permitted by
the law, this proceeding is to determine and impose upon
Alex Travail appropriate judicial punishment for his
behavior.  We will now begin."    

Court was absolutely, positively terrible for Alex.  Facing
the judge, hands behind his head as instructed, he had a
boner the entire time.  Even worse, whenever someone was on
the witness stand, Judge Trudy made him stand directly in
front of them, only an arms length away.  Even worse,
whenever she paused to make notes or consult some papers,
she would make him face the seated audience.

Alex's parents were the first to testify.  The judge
listened to his parents tell how he was always fighting with
his sisters, just last week giving Ann a black eye.  They
talked about his other major transgressions, including
sneaking off to the mall with his friends last Saturday
evening, not coming home till midnight.  They let the world
know that in a temper tantrum over not liking what was for
dinner, he had thrown several dishes against the kitchen
wall, breaking them, and the kitchen window.  And on and on,
digging him, their only beloved son, into a deeper and
deeper hole.

She listened to his sisters tell their side of the story. 
They did a good job, as the judge was all maternal, kind and
considerate toward them.  And, unfortunately, as Alex
realized, they were truthful, the awful truth making his
hole even deeper.  It didn't help that somehow, each in
turn, despite giggling at his nakedness and hard on upon 
first taking the stand, managed to be crying real tears by
the time they were done.

Next several teachers from school testified.  They
complained about his constant clowning around in class, his
sassy backtalk, his failure to do assignments, and a host of
other scholastic shenanigans.  When they had finished, his
hole was very deep indeed.

Then his principal made the hole he was already in enormous.
Mr. Prescott described how three weeks ago Alex had beaten
up two third  graders who had teased him for wearing long
pants on the so far hottest day of the year.  Both eight-
year-old boys had required treatment from the school nurse
and had to be sent home for the day, missing school the next
two days.

Turning his hole into a bottomless abyss, both Scotty and
Freddy were in court and called to testify.  Which they did
with glee, doing even better than his sisters, somehow at
the end crying even harder than either Amy or Ann had.

His fate was surely sealed.

But, just to add fuel to fire, Miss Myrick took the stand,
describing his "uncooperative and abhorrent" behavior in the
preparation room.  The judge glared at him the whole time
the Facilitator told her tale of woe.

* * *

Finally, the moment of truth arrived.  Sentencing time!  

"Alex Travail, approach the bench," intoned Judge Trudy. 
Terrified, tears freely rolling, hands behind his head,
boner still on display for all to see, Alex made his way
toward his doom.

"Young man, your behavior is completely atrocious and
unacceptable," the lecture began.  "Society, your parents,
your school, and this court can not and will not tolerate it 
any longer.  I intend to impose a sentence that will help
ensure that you change your ways.  Do you understand me,
young man?"

"Yes, your honor," replied a despondent Alex, "I do."

"Good.  Now, before I sentence you, do you have anything to
say for yourself."

"Yes, your honor," said the crying Alex.  "I'm sorry, and I
won't do anything like it again.  I'll be a good boy, a very
good boy."

"I'm sure you will be, as your sentence will be a constant
reminder to you and others of the consequences of such 
misbehavior.  And if you ever appear before this court
again, it will be much, much worse for you.  Do I make
myself clear?"

"Yes, your honor," Alex answered.

"Alex Travail, this court finds that based on today's
testimony, that you have engaged in a consistent pattern of
serious misbehavior.  This behavior has been and is harmful
to society, your family, your schoolmates and is contrary to
everyone's  best interests, including yours.  At times this
behavior has resulted in actual physical injury to others
and damage to property.  Do you wish to deny or defend any
of this?"

"No, your honor," he responded.  His friends in school had
told him that this was best the way to answer that question. 
What the judge was saying was true, everyone, including Alex
knew it was so, and the only possible way out of it was to
lie, and everyone would know it was lying.  The courts did
not like lying, which only resulted in an even worse
sentence, maybe even criminal charges for perjury.

"You are lucky young man," Judge Trudy continued her
lecturing,  "that no criminal charges have been brought
against you, as could have been done for some of your
behavior.  If it had, I would now be sentencing you to the
strictest juvenile detention facility available to this
court.  You're already wearing the uniform for that school
within a jail."  The courtroom burst into laughter at the
judge's last statement.

"Alex Travail," she ordered, "turn, take five steps forward,
and face your accusers and the audience as I pronounce your
sentence."  Tears pouring down his face, Alex dazedly did as
instructed.

"As petitioned by both your parents and your school, I
hereby decree that you have engaged in non-criminal juvenile
delinquency, as defined in the revised statues.  As
permitted and required by those laws, I hereby impose
punishment as follows.  For your general misbehavior at
home, I sentence you to four months of naked time.  For
those four months you will also report to the Lakeside Park
Discipline Arena every other Saturday morning at a time
designated by the Discipline Division for a public spanking. 
Do you understand this portion of the sentence?"

"Yes, you're honor," Alex replied without turning.

"Young man, you will show this court proper respect by
turning and facing the bench when responding to me.  Do you
understand me?"

Turning around, Alex responded, "Yes your honor."

"Good, now turn back around to the audience.  For giving
your sister Ann a black eye, I sentence you to three
additional months of naked time after your first four months
end and to a public spanking every other Saturday for seven
months.  The spankings start at the same time as your four
month spankings.  This means that for the first four months,
you must report to Lakeside every Saturday.  Do you
understand this portion?"

Turning to the bench, Alex meekly replied, "yes, your
honor."

"Turn back around.  For your general misbehavior at school I
sentence you to five months of naked time and five months of
every other Saturday public spankings.  This sentence starts
immediately after the other two sentences end.  Do you
understand?"

Again turning, Alex repeated his mantra of "Yes, your
honor."

"For injuring Scotty and Freddy, I sentence you to an
additional twelve months of naked time, four months of a
public spanking every Wednesday afternoon, starting
immediately, followed by eight months of every other
Wednesday afternoon public spankings, on the weeks you don't
have a Saturday spanking, followed by twelve months of every
other Saturday morning spankings.  Do you understand all
this?"

Turning and responding, Alex said, "yes, your honor," 
despite actually being somewhat confused.

Sensing his confusion, Judge Trudy clarified.  "This all
means that you will be naked for the next twenty-four
months.  For the first four months, you will get a public
spanking every Wednesday and every Saturday.  For the next
eight months you will get a public spanking every other
Saturday, and a Wednesday public spanking on the weeks you
don't have a Saturday spanking.  Then, for the last twelve
months of your naked time, you'll get a public spanking
every other Saturday.  Do you understand all this?"

Turning toward the judge, copious tears rapidly falling from
his eyes, Alex almost unintelligently sobbed out, "yes, your
honor."  This sentence was horrendous, spankings too many to
count and two whole years of naked time.  Two years, to a
twelve-year-old that might as well be forever, it was
forever!  But then, the judge made it much worse.

"Turn back around.  Now for your disrespect to this court
and its officials, I hereby declare that all spankings are
to be category five, special condition one."  Category five
was the severest level possible.  Special condition one 
meant they would make him jerk off for thirty minutes before
and after his spanking, in front of whoever wanted to watch. 
"For your general disrespect to your sisters, mother and
female teachers, I hereby declare as an additional extra
condition of punishment, that for the next twelve months, at
anytime and anyplace, any of them can require you to have an
erection.  From what I've seen in this courtroom, that
shouldn't be much of a problem for you."  This remark
elicited merry laughter from the spectators, more tears from
Alex.  "I also give Scotty and Freddy and their families
this right."

"For the next six months, any person with the right to
demand an erection can, again anyplace, anywhere, require
you to masturbate to orgasm.  I realize you probably don't
ejaculate yet, but we have ways of knowing if you come or
not.  For this same six month period of time, Scotty and
Freddy and their families also have the right to demand your
masturbation to climax."

"For failure to reach erection or climax," Judge Trudy
continued, "the person who so ordered you may impose any
legal punishment they want, including private and public
spankings.  Do you understand these extra conditions?"

Once more pivoting to face his tormenter, Alex haltingly
replied, "yes, your honor."  Unseen by Alex, Amy raised her
hand, as if about to pose a question in class.

"Yes, Amy?" asked Judge Trudy.  

"Your honor, I want to see Alex do it right now."  Hearing
this, still facing the judge, Alex's face turned crimson.

"Do what, dear?" the judge sweetly asked, smiling.

"You know, play with his thingy, make it, you know, come,"
she giggled her reply.

"You heard your sister, get pulling on that penis now, young
man!"

"Yes, your honor," the deeply blushing Alex responded,
beginning to rub up and down on his already hard little boy
organ.

"Turn back around to the audience," sternly ordered the
judge.  "And, oh, as an additional part of your extra
conditions, anytime in the next twelve months you do come,
even if no one had ordered you to, such as playing with
yourself at night in bed, or accidently during gym class,
you're to shout out 'I'm cumming!'  Do you understand?"

Turning, the masturbating boy answered, "yes, your honor."

Once he had turned back to the audience, the judge continued
adding insult to injury.  "I'm told that you don't like
being bare chested.  Is that correct?"

Turning yet once again, Alex informed her honor, "yes, your
honor."

"Well, then, you won't like this next extra condition.  You
can wear a shirt anytime you want, and must anytime your
family or school requires.  But in no case can these shirts
be lower than your navel level, front, side and back.  Any
shirt that is longer than that must be pinned up on all
sides so it isn't, using large baby diaper pins.  Do you
understand this?"

Turning for the countless time, Alex told the judge for the
countless time, "yes, your honor."

"And for your final special conditions," the judge finally
concluded, "for any and all of your public spankings, anyone
in your family, anyone in Scotty and Freddy's families, and
any of your teachers or principals can request special
conditions two, three or both.  Do you understand?"

Turning for the next to last time, the very red faced Alex,
still rubbing away on his very hard dick, through his river
of tears said for the next to last time, "yes, your honor." 
Judge Trudy had just made his impossibly terrible sentence
even more so.  Special condition two meant that a much too
large for comfort cylinder like thing would be shoved up his 
asshole and kept there for at least an hour before and after
the spanking.  The kids he had seen this done to at public
spankings had screamed out in agonizing pain.  From what he
heard, those things hurt worst than the spanking
contraptions they used on the kids.

Special condition three meant having his penis put in the
clear plastic automatic masturbator, or "milker" as the
older boys who could shoot called it, for an hour before and
after being spanked.  He had seen how sore, raw, and red the
dicks coming out of those nasty devices always looked.  It
very definitely stopped being fun after the first come or
two.  And for the first six months, he would still have to
masturbate himself before and after the milker.

"Turn and face me," commanded her honor.  "Failure to comply
with any part of this sentence, including special and extra
conditions, is a criminal offense subject to arrest and will
result in a return trip to this court for additional
punishment.  Do you clearly understand this?"

"Yes, your honor," Alex said for what he fervently hoped
would be the last time in this courtroom, or any courtroom.

"Then turn back around and finish doing what your sister
requested.  I expect you to be done in the next three
minutes, I have other cases waiting."

Turning back to his audience, Alex stepped up the pace of
his assault on his defenseless prick.  To everyone else's
amusement and his acute dismay, before long he was shaking
and convulsing in an extremely embarrassing orgasm as he
shouted out loud enough for the entire courthouse to hear,
"I'm cumming!"

* * *

On the way out of the court building, Ann glanced over to
her still very much crying, very much blushing brother,
penis now finally soft but somewhat red.  She giggled.

"What's so funny?" asked Amy, smiling herself.

"I had an idea," said Ann.

"What's that," responded her sister.

"Why don't we make Alex play with it and come all the way
home?"

"That should be interesting," said Amy.

"It sure will be," chimed in their mother, "especially as
we're staying downtown for a while to shop for some new
shirts for your brother."

"Please, mom, no," pleaded Alex.

"Yes, mom, please," came Amy's response, "we want him to do
it."    

"Yes, we do," agreed Ann.

"You heard the judge, you don't need my permission, just
tell him to do it," mother informed daughters.

"Okay, Alex," ordered a jubilant Ann, "start playing with
your thingy, and don't stop till we're home."

"Yeah, that goes for me too," said an equally happy Amy.

"No, no, no," a distressed Alex managed to utter between
loud sobs.

"Yes, yes, yes," said his father, getting in on the action
by slapping his son's bare bottom six times in rapid
succession.  He immediately followed this by sitting on a
nearby bench in the building foyer, pulling Alex over his
lap.  Quickly the spanks were raining down, rapidly
reddening the boy's behind.  Soon stinging burning fires
were erupting all over the wildly kicking, wildly crying
Alex's exposed posterior.  When dad was finished venting his
frustration over his son's errant behavior of the last few
months, he handed him off to mom.

Who promptly, and just as vigorously, repeated her husband's
dose of much needed, too long neglected, medicine.  Then
each sister had a turn at wailing away at their wailing
brother's bare behind.  None cared that tomorrow was Alex's
first scheduled public spanking at the discipline arena,
they had justice of their own to administer. 

When all had finished, Alex had been reduced to a crying,
shrieking, dancing little boy furiously rubbing away at his
now crimson bottom, a bottom matching color with his face.

"Now," demanded his mom, "stop rubbing your backside and
start rubbing your dick, like your sisters told you too."

"You know what the judge said about not complying with your
sentence," said his dad.  "I think I see a police officer
over there," he added threateningly.

Immediately, the hapless Alex was masturbating himself,
jerking off for all he was worth.  He didn't want to risk
any fates worse than his present horrendous predicament.

"I don't care how many times you come," his mom stated,
"you're to keep doing that till you're inside the house."

"Which won't be for hours, yet," dad informed him, just to
add to his misery.

The end of this story and the beginning of Alex's long, long 
ordeal.

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