Message-ID: <48145asstr$1086606603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: nialos@yahoo.com (Nialos Leaning) X-Original-Message-ID: <f8ea699d.0406061800.4ee41dd8@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2004 02:00:52 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 6 Jun 2004 19:00:52 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} The Jeffers Kids Nightmare Wednesday Athletics (public nudity, spank, mast, oral, anal, humil, nc, multiple FM/BGgb) Lines: 885 Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2004 07:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48145> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar TJK4: The Jeffers Kids Nightmare Wednesday Athletics (public nudity, spank, mast, oral, humil, nc, multiple FM/BGgb) by Nialos Leaning nialos@yahoo.com find all of Nialos' Leaning's youth punishment and sexual humiliation stories plus those of selected guest authors at the always free www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nialos/www Copyright 2004 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: "This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts preteen and young teen children of both sexes being punished under a new program involving public nudity, sexual humiliation, and spanking. 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." "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." * * * This story is inspired by the various "Naked in School" stories that are periodically posted online and by the old "Alternate Disciple Protocol" stories that were posted on the Stripping and Humiliation board a few years ago. The Nudity Enhanced Punishment program, NUDEP, that is the subject of this story uses some concepts from those stories, but also incorporates many elements not found in those programs to meet the community's desire for an effective punishment mechanism. The characters, settings, situations and overall plot of this story are all vastly different than those of the NIS and ADP stories. * * * The Jeffers Kids Nightmare Wednesday Athletics by Nialos Leaning "Mom, I don't feel too good," complained ten year old Jeffrey, naked as a day he was born. "Yeah, me too," added an equally naked thirteen year old Jeremy. "Maybe, we should stay home today." "Please mom," begged the also naked eleven year old Jessica, "I just can't go to school today." "Me neither," said Jeffrey, accompanied by the murmured concurrences of his siblings. "Well then, I'll just check your temperatures with this," replied their mother, holding up a baby thermometer. "No mom, not that one," squeaked Jeffrey, not wanting the indignity of having his temperature taken rectally. Not on top of all the embarrassment he and his siblings were already going through this week. "Yes, that one," said his mother. "At the bus stop." "No, you can't," protested Jeremy. "Yes, I can," came the curt reply. "If you're sick, you get to stay home, but I add two days to your sentence. If you're lying, you go on the bus and get a special punishment tonight, in public." That was one mortification too many for Jeremy. "Uh, that's okay, mom," he spluttered, "I'm feeling a little better now." "Me, too," said the younger two Jeffers, almost in unison. Mrs. Jeffers was well aware that her offspring were simply trying to avoid the dreadful teasing that was likely to befall them at school today. Teasing stemming from the public cock sucking and cunt lapping they had to do at the mall yesterday with thirteen other kids. On top of the teasing they've already been enduring all week from being naked, frequently spanked, and repeatedly forced to masturbate. All part of the Nudity Enhanced Punishment program the three young Jeffers were undergoing this week for various misdeeds. "Glad to hear it," a smiling mother sarcastically answered her sullen children. "And, oh, since you all lied, you're still getting that special punishment." "That's not fair," blurted out a crying Jeffrey, "we said we'd go to school." "Going to school or not has nothing to do with it," amswered his mom. "You lied about being sick, and that's why the extra punishment." "Still not fair," muttered Jeffrey. Fortunately, his mom didn't hear this utterance. "Speaking of school," Mrs. Jeffers added to her kids' misery, "I think I'll walk you to the stop. I wouldn't want any of you to get any ideas about skipping school today." The three youngsters exchanged surreptitious glances; last night they had secretly discussed doing exactly that. How did moms always seem to know these things? And so started the Jeffers siblings worse day yet in NUDEP, the worse Wednesday of their young lives. * * * At the bus stop, the naked fourteen year old Danny DeMarco joined his best friend, wrestling teammate, and fellow NUDEP sufferer, Jeremy. Of the two boys, Danny was the most developed, with nice sized privates, a full bush of pubic hair, and very much a shooter, producing adult like white cum. Jeremy was also a shooter, his white cum thinner than Danny's. While not little boy size, his boy parts were much smaller than his friend's, topped by a small sparse patch of hair. "Man, I don't won't to go to school today," moaned Danny. "Not after the mall last night." "Me either," replied Jeremy. "But she's making us," said the younger teen," pointing at his mom, who was in deep conversation with Danny's mother. "Mine, too," confirmed Danny. "This isn't going to be any fun," whined Jessica, "no fun at all." Jessica desperately wished for some clothes to cover her barely noticeable small breast buds and her other than for few strands at the top hairless pussy. Danny's little sister, the naked nine year old Megan, joined Jeffrey and his best friend, the also naked eleven year old Brandon Cirillo. "Man, wish we could get out of field day," lamented Brandon. "Know what you mean," consoled Jeffrey. "Both my parents said they'll be there." "Our's too," said Megan, blushing to be so publically showing off her flat chest and hairless cunny. "My dad can't make it, but my mom will," interjected ten year old Bobby Branson as the naked boy joined his schoolmates. All three boys, Jeffrey, Brandon, and Bobby, were still very much little boys; hairless, very small cocks and balls, and dry cummers. Bobby's equally naked older brother, twelve year old Barry, joined up with his fellow middle school NUDEP students, Jeremy, Jessica and Danny. Barry's hairless genitals were just a little smaller then Jeremy's. He was an almost shooter, able to dribble a few clear drops onto the tip of his dick. "Wish they weren't watching," Barry said, gesturing toward the group of gathered parents. "Then maybe we could sneak off." "Uh, uh," said Jeremy, "won't work. My mom's already on to that, that's why see's out here." Now, all eight NUDEP participants from the Jeffers street, Bayberry Circle, were at the school bus stop, outnumbering the six clothed kids. The Jeffers entry into the program on Sunday had started a trend on their block, with more kids seemingly added each day. But today, for some reason, no new privates were on public display. Perhaps the example of their naked friends and neighbors was succeeding in bringing home the lesson of "behave or else." As on the previous mornings, the eight naked kids had to suffer the groping of their clothed cohorts. As usual, while waiting for their busses, all eight came at least once, some twice, and a few of the younger ones three times. But that was only the beginning of the absolutely worst day of any of their lives. * * * School was horrible, as expected. Endless rounds of masturbation, cumming, spanking, and touching. All too soon for the naked elementary school students, lunch was over and time for the short bus ride to the high school stadium for field day. "Parents, families, friends and students, welcome to field day," Principal Saunders welcomed the assembled crowd. "Now, let's meet today's competitors." To the tune of John William's march from the "Superman" movie, two hundred clothed and nine naked third to fifth graders began parading onto the field. "Welcome please, Miss Corbin's third grade class," Mr. Saunders introduced the first class. "Now, Mr. Parker's third graders." The applause grew and grew as each of the nine classes were introduced, ending with, "and now, Mrs. Michael's fifth grade." A fifth grade class not so proudly led by two very naked boys, Brandon and his classmate, ten year old Tommy Tomaselli. "As you've noticed," the principal stated the obvious, "we have nine NUDEP participants today. Please give a big welcome to Crystal Garlow." To thunderous applause, the naked eight year old was herded onto a platform set center field. At the mall yesterday, Crystal and her nine year old brother Kevin, who was introduced next, had been put into NUDEP by their mother. After a spanking each, she had made them take part in the ensuing cock sucking and cunt lapping show. In short order, the other seven naked youngsters were presented. Jeffrey, Brandon, Bobby, Tommy and Megan all took their place on stage. As did the two ten year old girls, Leah and Monica, who had already been naked on the bus last Monday morning when Jeffrey and Brandon boarded. "These nine will be taking part in some special events, just for them," Mr. Saunders informed one and all. "Starting with a spanking contest. Each will have a parent administer a spanking for five minutes, reddest bottom is the winner. Parents, come on down." Soon, nine naked miscreants were draped over nine parental laps, bare hands striking bare behinds. Every thirty seconds, Mr. Saunders announced the remaining time,"four minutes to go, three minutes and thirty seconds left," and so on. At the "thirty seconds" announcement, spanking hands struck already a bright red spanked bottoms with renewed vigor. Vigor that ratcheted up by a few notches the banshee shrieks of the wildly crying and squirming owners of the punished bare bottoms. At "fifteen seconds" the pace picked up even more, each parent finishing in a furious flurry of very hard smacks as the principal counted down to "three, two, one, stop!" By popular acclaim, poor Jeffrey was judged to have the reddest, sorest, hottest bottom, courtesy of his dad. The crying, hopping, dancing, rubbing boy could hardly stay still enough for his medal to be placed around his neck. Crystal's dad earned her second place, while her mom garnered brother Kevin third place. The frantically crying and prancing children were ordered to remain on the platform, masturbating themselves till their next event. In all, they continuously masturbated for almost twenty minutes while several traditional field day activities took place around them. In accordance with NUDEP rules, repeated cries of "I'm cumming" filled the air as each of the nine naked kids came at least twice. As usual, hairless hair trigger Jeffrey led the pack with five spectacular dry cums. For once, Brandon didn't match his buddy, only cumming four times, as did Kevin and Leah. The other three girls each came three times. Bobby and Tommy were the laggards, only cumming twice each. "Now for our nine bare buddies next event," Mr. Saunders pronounced. For this event, the naked kids were divided into three teams. Quickly, the first team of Crystal, Megan and Kevin were bound together by Mr. Saunders, assisted by Mrs. Michaels. The three youngsters were arranged shoulder to shoulder in a tight triangle shape, facing outward. "First, we tie this rope around your waist," said Mr. Saunders, as he did exactly that to Kevin. Quickly he had Crystal and Megan similarly "belted." "Now, to hook you together," continued their Principal, securing each youngster to their teammate to the right by a very short rope tied to their "belts." "And now," Mr. Saunders gleefully informed the hapless trio, "it gets interesting." Starting with Kevin, he tied the end of a long knotted heavy duty string to the front of the boy's waist rope, just below his navel. "Ouch, that hurts!" shouted Kevin as the knotted torture device was next looped tightly around his helpless balls, threaded up his ass crack, a knot firmly pressing against his hole, and over the top of his waist rope, in line with his crack. "Good, that's the idea," replied Mr. Saunders. From Kevin, the string was next applied to Megan, through the top of her belt, firmly pressed into the slit of her hairless pussy, a knot rubbing her clit, up her bottom crack, with, like Kevin, a knot at her tiny asshole, and out over the top of the waist rope. "Ooh, ooh, take it off," begged Megan, "I can't stand it." "Well, you'll have to, won't you," came the Principal's reply. Finally, Crystal was similarly mounted to the knotty terror, with the end tied off onto Kevin's belt, next to the other tied end of the soon to be extremely painful piece of twine. At the same time, two other pairs of teachers were just as quickly tethering Jeffrey, Bobby and Leah to each other, and likewise binding the team of Brandon, Tommy and Monica. "This is a twenty-five meter race," announced Mr. Saunders. "On your mark, get set, go!" The three teams lurched out of the starting box, all nine youngsters screaming and hollering from the get go. Kevin and crew was the first to stumble, their shrieks attesting to the pain caused by the cruel rope's pulling and rubbing on their genitals and anuses. Several teachers none too gently helped them back up to their feet. In all, they fell three times, the other two teams twice each. The going was slow, the boys constantly afraid that too fast a pace or too hard a fall would tear their little balls right off. When Brandon's team triumphantly staggered across the finish line, all nine contestants were in unbearable pain. All the boys were almost wishing their balls would be pulled off, they were hurting so much. The girls couldn't stand the excruciating pain in their little clits and cunts, their brightly red pussies rubbed raw. With the extreme rawness, soreness and redness of their cracks and assholes, all nine couldn't even begin imagining anytime soon using the toilet to take a dump. Needless to say, the tears from the three trios were copious, the screams earth shattering, the torment never ending. Despite the most falls, Kevin, Crystal and Megan managed to finish second. Jeffrey, Bobby and Leah had deliberately proceeded at the slowest rate, in the mistaken belief that this would lessen their pain. In actuality, they only needlessly prolonged their suffering, self inflicting more torture upon themselves. After receiving their medals, the nine youngsters were allowed a thirty minute rest till their next event. In the meantime, the regular field day happenings continued. Just as the audience was growing restless to see the naked nine perform again, it was time. This time a relay race. A relay race with a twist, each runner would have a tail sticking out their butt hole. All nine kids were bent over to have their holes well lubricated by sometimes too eager fingers belonging to nine teachers. The same three teams as for the bound race were used. Two youngsters from each team were positioned at the starting line, the other at the oppositive end of the course. "This will take some strategy," instructed Principal Saunders, "the faster you insert and pull the banana from your teammates, the faster you can finish the race. But the faster you put it out and take it out, the more it'll hurt. And, just to keep you honest, the losing team gets a spanking. And now, ready, set, go!" With that, amid screams of pain clearly heard above the roar of the crowd, the first runners had their bananas quickly shoved up their asses, hard. As soon as the intruders finished intruding their chutes, the runners waddled as fast as they could to their teammates at the other end. Upon reaching their goal, their soon to run partner yanked the brown streaked yellow banana out, eliciting new shouts of pain. Just as quickly, the just finished runner inserted the painful piece of fruit into the new runner, who in turn made their discomforted way to the start line. The start line where the whole process was repeated for the final leg. When the final runner on a team reached the finish line, they weren't finished until their rectum wrecker was roughly removed by their waiting teammate. This time, Jeffrey, Bobby and Leah took first place, followed by the team of Brandon, Tommy and Monica in second. Almost immediately, the third place finishers of Kevin, Crystal and Megan found themselves being soundly spanked, to the amusement of the spectators. Still red bottoms were made even more red, more sore, more hot. Fresh tears streamed down red faces. Red faces they were loudly piteously crying. Crying that merged into sobbing that merged into continuous howls of disbelieving discomfort. As soon as their spankings were over, the losing trio entertained the crowd with a lively spirited but not so merry dance of the spanked, rubbing hands furiously flying over burning behinds. After things calmed down, normal field day contests continued. After a while, Mr. Saunders announced the naked nine's next event. "For our next event, we were going to have our bare bunch do a crab walk, pulling a weight along by their genitals." The look of distress on the nine kids faces were priceless, and unmistakable. "Oh, no," Jeffrey told Brandon, "my balls can't take that, they still hurt too much." "Mine too," agreed his best buddy. "But, judging from the look of their privates," continued the principal, "I don't think they can handle that right now." "Good," said Jeffrey. "Yeah, good," echoed Brandon. "So, we have a different activity for them," explained Mr. Saunders. "Since I know they're anxious to be allowed clothes again, they're be glad to know that this event will let them cover up; swell, sort of, anyway." "I don't believe it," said Bobby, "they're going to let us not be naked." "It has to be a trick," said Megan, no stranger herself to tricks. "We have some special body paint," advised Principal Saunders, "that our naked nine will use to paint bathing suits on each other." "Knew there had to be a trick," Megan protested to no one in particular. "Yeah," agreed Bobby, "it's not fair." "Anywhere a bathing suit covers is to be painted," instructed Mr. Saunders. "That includes privates and between butt cheeks." "We're going to look ridiculous," Jeffrey complained to Brandon. "I know," he replied. "This paint has some special chemicals mixed in," the principal continued advising. "Once applied, it'll leave that person aroused for a long time. Boys, that means your dicks are going to be pointing straight up for the next twelve to twenty-four hours. And girls, your nipples and clits are going to be pointing out for just as long." "Told you it wasn't fair," Bobby vehemently voiced his frustration. "And one more thing," Mr. Saunders finally finished, "about fifteen minutes after being put on, until washed off, the paint burns and itches like crazy. Just so they can get the full effect, our little nudies are to keep the paint on for at least four hours." "Fuck!" flew out of Tommy's mouth before he could help himself. Quickly he looked around, making sure none of the adults heard him. He didn't need to be in any more trouble, it was that very word that had gotten him in trouble in the first place, when he'd called his teacher a "fucking asshole." Again working in their teams of three, the bare kids busily set to work painting bathing suits on each other. Phantom bathing suits that didn't cover anything; if anything they only called more attention to areas the nine youngsters didn't want to have attention called to. Within each trio, two kids would work on the third, switching off as each was finished being colorfully decorated. Somehow, the painted kids felt even more exposed, more naked, more conspicuous than before. As advertised, it didn't take long before little dicks were indeed pointing skyward, female nipples erect, little clits clearly poking out from between pussy lips. To the kids dismay, this arousal was accompanied by an unrelenting urge to relieve themselves, an urge that kept growing stronger and stronger. After about ten minutes, the paint dried. "Go ahead," the principal granted permission, "you can jerk off all you want." Despite their embarrassment, the unnaturally horny kids needed no further invitation. Hands furiously, desperately, went to work on little privates. All had strong, violently vocal cums within three minutes. Cums, which to their dismay, did nothing to relieve their horniness. A horniness that they would soon discover would not abate, no matter how often they came, until their arousal subsided many hours hence. Around the time they shouted out their second cums, a new distress set in. The burning and itching started. Enough to be maddingly irritating and annoying, but not intense enough to be unbearable. Now the group of nine naked gyrating preteens were torn between rubbing genitals ruthlessly demanding attention, and scratching anywhere and everywhere to relieve the itch and burn. Up in the stands, Mr. Jeffers asked Mrs. Jeffers, "think we should let him wash it off before our trip tonight?" "I don't know," said mother Jeffers, "it'll sure look good for the cameras." "You're right," replied father Jeffers, "but I don't know. That might be too cruel and unusual, to keep it on him that long. Besides, even with it off, he'll still have that boner till sometime tomorrow." "I'll ask Mrs. Cirillo what she thinks," said Mrs. Jeffers, referring to Brandon's mother. "And also Mrs. DeMarco and Mrs. Branson," remembering to include Megan's and Bobby's moms. A few minutes later she reported back, "we all agree, the paint stays on till we get back from the game." "You ladies are nasty," said Mr. Jeffers. "No we're not," Mrs. Jeffers retorted to her husband, "we're just very mad mommies." "Well, you can add one furious father to that," he concurred. "I agree, keep the paint on." * * * Over at the middle school, twelve year old Susan from the seventh grade had been added to the naked brigade. "Listen up," Principal Markey instructed his naked students. "Today, each of you are going to take part in several sex education classes." "Oh, no," moaned Jessica. "Doing what?" asked a fearful Danny. "As live models," replied Mr. Markey. "Danny, you're paired with Karen," he said, indicating the thirteen year old girl. "Jeremy, you're partnering with Susan. And Barry, you and Jessica are the third pair." All day, the pairs gave demonstrations to each gym class. The three pairs rotated, with two pairs working each class. "Man, I'll puke if I have to suck Barry's cock one more time," complained Jessica to her brother Jeremy during lunch. "Yeah, tell me about it," her older brother responded. "Licking Susan's pussy was neat at first, but now it's just disgusting." "Well, it would help if they're let us clean up between classes." "Know what you mean," agreed Jeremy, "I'm caked with cum." "Which I'm sure is no fun for Susan when she sucks you," stated Jessica. "Or me, my dick's already so sore." "Like my pussy," agreed little sister. Walking up to join his best friend, Danny commented, "Man, I'm sure glad they didn't make us fuck." "Me, too," said Jeremy, "that would be even more embarrassing than the other stuff we have to do." "Yuck, yeah," chimed in Jessica. And so the day went for the six naked middle school miscreants, masturbating, sucking, licking, and lapping in front of one gym class after another. The end of the school day didn't end Jeremy's and Danny's problems. Head Coach Hines had a surprise for the two nude wrestlers. "Get on in there," snapped Assistant Coach Merriman, smacking the bare bottoms of the two small naked boys walking in front of them. "What did they do?" asked the team captain. "These two," said the assistant coach, indicating the team's now naked seventy and seventy-five pounders, "decided that being on the team meant they were big shots not needing to do their homework." "Jeopardizing their grades," added Coach Hines, "and their eligibility to stay on the team." "Fortunately," continued Coach Merriman, "Principal Markey and their teachers decided to let them make up the work. They have to stay in NUDEP until all caught up, or seven days, whatever's longer." "You mean like their dicks?" joked one jokester, pointing to the two boys penises, both pointing skyward. Ronnie, the seventy pound eleven year old, was hairless and still obviously pre-pubertal. The slightly heavier boy, twelve year old Jonathan, was also hairless, but with genitals slightly bigger than Jeremy's. "Well, we have plans for those boners," said the head coach. "And these two," he added, pointing to Danny and Jeremy, both of whom were for the countless time that day again sporting their very own very stiff cocks. "We've been informed," said Coach Merriman, "that Seven Mills has two NUDEP kids on their team. Ronnie's opponent, and Jeremy's." "We think," said Coach Hines, "that they're going to try to break our naked wrestlers concentration by trying to make them cum." "So for the rest of the week," instructed the assistant coach, "you four are going to practice moves to make each other cum." "By Saturday's match," said Coach Hines, "I expect you to be able to repeatedly cum without losing control of your opponent." "And," added Coach Merriman, "to make them cum, naked or in uniform." "But, we have to keep it within the rules, of course," said Mr. Markey, who had walked into the room to observe. By the end of practice, all four boys were a sticky mess. Jeremy and Danny, matched up with each other, had each cum four times. Danny's last, and Jeremy's last two, were dry and painful. But somehow, while cumming for the fourth time, Jeremy had managed to pin the also cumming Danny. The two smaller boys, came considerably more than the teenagers. Ronnie was having one dry cum after another, making it hard for him to "concentrate" on Jonathan, who pinned him four times in fifteen minutes. On two of those pins, Jonathan was cumming himself, shooting almost clear gobs a short distance, smearing on both him and Ronnie. But gradually, Ronnie improved to the point that near the end of practice, he, like Jeremy, managed to pin his opponent while both were cumming. When it was all over, Ronnie had dry cum too many times to count, Jonathan seven times, all wet. "Okay, go shower up," said Coach Hines at the end of practice. "Except for you four," he clarified, pointing to his naked wrestlers, "you go home just as you are, as a reminder of what you have to do to win Saturday." * * * The Jeffers kids weren't home long before they learned what their special punishment would be. "We're going to the tonight's game," said their father. "And, you're the guests of honor," said their mother. "Along with the other naked kids from the block." "No, please," begged a distraught Jeremy. "The chief said the arena would be packed, and the game on TV." Indeed, yesterday at the mall, the chief of police had said exactly that, threatening any kid on the stage not following orders with being made to "perform" during the game. "I don't want to be on TV," protested Jeffrey. "Especially not like this," he added, pointing to his still bathing suit painted body. His horny little dick was sticking up almost flat against his belly, thanks to the chemicals in the paint. A horny little dick that demanded immediate relief, but was now too sore for him to even began thinking about touching. Fortunately, the itching from the paint had subsided considerably, but not completely. "That's exactly how you're going," said his father, "the television people like color on people." "I can't wait to see the Bayberry Bare Bunch making their televison debut tonight," Mrs Jeffers rubbed it in. In the car on the way to the arena, Jeffrey couldn't any longer resist his insistent prick, he was going crazy with his never ending need to cum. He tentatively brought fingers to dick, immediately wincing at the pain. Tears starting down his face, he resolutely started rubbing. "I wouldn't do that right now if I were you," said his mom. "You're only going to make your little friend sorer for your big show tonight." "I can't help it," cried Jeffrey, "I have to cum, now!" A few seconds later he was screaming "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" as an intense dry orgasm overtook him. As with all his cums since being painted, his "little friend" stayed hard, his horniness immediately returning. With supreme effort, he resisted the strong urge to immediately masturbate again, his dick now sorer than ever. Near the arena entrance, the Jeffers met up with the other NUDEP families from their street, the Branson, Cirillo, and Demarco families. Like Jeffrey, the naked Brandon, Bobby and Megan were still wearing their "bathing suits." Also like Jeffrey, Brandon and Bobby sported bouncing boners taping against their stomachs in sync with their every step up the steps to the entrance. Megan's aroused little clit was more than peeking out from her pussy lips, very prominently noticeable to any who cared to notice. The middle school bares weren't doing much better, other than not being painted. Notwithstanding their embarrassment, all three red faced boys, Jeremy, Danny, and Barry had wagging in the air stiff dicks every bit as hard as the younger boys. To Jeremy's consternation, several drops of pre-cum coated his cockhead, with a thin glistering string hanging down from the tip. Jessica's clit has sticking out almost as much as Megan's, her nipples not so proudly erect on her little breasts. The "guests of honor" and accompanying family members were seated court side, where the cameras were certain to catch frequent glances of the eight miserable naked misbehavers. "Ladies and gentlemen," intoned the announcer, "tonight we have some special guests court side. Please welcome from Bayberry Circle in Willow Run, the Bayberry Bare Bunch." Applause and cheers resounded throughout the sold out arena, as, prodded by their parents, the naked still red faced and still aroused youngsters rose to acknowledge the crowd. To his horror, Jeffrey noticed that one by one, each naked kid's image, aroused genitals and all, was displayed on the huge video screens placed around the building. Worse, name and age was also being shown, like they were some big sports star. Jeffrey knew enough to know from watching games at home that what was on the screens was also being shown on television. Than horror of horrors, it was his picture up there, complete with twitching boner and painted bathing suit. This was too much for the boy, who TV star or not, burst into tears, instinctively clutching his sore genitals, setting off an immediate intense orgasm, all caught on camera. Jeffrey was blushing so brightly red, from top of his head to his chest, that Brandon standing next to him could feel the heat emanating off his best friend's body. All too long for Jeffrey, all too soon for his best buddy, the camera finally moved on to Brandon. "At half time," the announcer advised, "As part of their punishment in the NUDEP program, our guests will be putting on a very special show just for you and our television audience." All three Jeffers, as did the other kids, loved watching basketball, and the college team. But not tonight, the dread and anticipation of halftime being too much to allow for any enjoyment. The horn sounded, ending the half. "Our show begins in eight minutes," informed Mr. Announcer. Fans hurried to the restrooms and concession stands, scurrying to be back in their seats for the soon to commence entertainment. The television broadcast ran five straight minutes of commercials, so as not to have to interrupt showing the naked youngsters upcoming cumming performance. The next eight minutes, while all was made ready, was the fastest eight minutes of all eight kids lives. Before they knew what was happening, they were called center court, standing on mats that had been placed on the floor. Mats with eight chairs on them, arranged in a circle. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, in a repeat performance of their highly acclaimed show yesterday at Willow Run Mall, the Bayberry Bare Bunch." As applause and cheers rained down, the bare bunch's parents, paddles in hand, sat on the mat seats. Quickly, eight bare bottoms topped eight pairs of parental laps, paddle spank after paddle spank raining down on naughty behinds. The crying was loud, loud enough to be heard over the cheering crowd. The kicking was furious, furious enough to create enough wind to cool anyone nearby, other than the nearby spanked scorched bottoms. The spankings were hard, hard enough to turn each bare bottom redder than red, almost, but not quite purple. For eight minutes it went on, harder and harder, the parents spurred on by the cheering crowds chant of "harder, harder!" Finally, the bottom blistering ceased; six bare boys and two bare girls dancing frenziedly about, hands working jet speed on very hot, very painful, very crimson behinds. But not for long. "And now," cheerfully announced the cheerful announcer, "the grand finale!" Soon four pairs of kids found themselves in sixty-nine position. Jeremy was matched with Danny, Barry with Brandon, Jeffrey with Bobby, and Jessica with Megan. "Start sucking!" shouted the announcer. The crowd response was deafening, as reluctant mouths contacted reluctant dicks and pussies. All four elementary students writhed and moaned in pain as their over stimulated sore painted genitals were again stimulated. Pain that fought, merged, and obscured the minimal pleasure from their non-stop orgasms, orgasms without relent or respite that soon turned painful, as they endured the longest eight minutes of their short lives. The middle school contingent had their share of impressive cums, not letting the younger kids have all the spotlight. Danny and Jeremy each came three times, white cum running down each other's faces. Barry dribbled four times into Brandon's mouth, some of his clear fluid dripping down onto the younger boys chin. Jessica, not to be outdone by her middle school boy classmates, came four spectacular times. When the horn sounded, to thunderous applause, all eight bare brats were exhausted, barely able to stand on weak knees to take their not so willing bows. The second half was a blur for the Bayberry Bare Bunch, faces red the whole time, faces with frequently streaking tears. Despite the pain, the middle school group soon were again showing aroused genitals, genitals they didn't dare touch for fear of the pain. The elementary kids extremely hurting privates never lost their arousals, arousals that stridently demanded immediate relief, relief impossible to give without enduring unendurable pain, pain that the suffering sniveling youngsters just couldn't bear to inflict upon themselves. * * * "Man, nothing can be worse than today," said Jeffrey to his siblings as they prepared for bed. "Don't count on it," said wiser big brother Jeremy. "Every day, they seem to find a way to make it worse than the day before." "I can't take any more of this," cried Jessica. "Well, we'll just have to, till next Sunday," replied Jeremy, "we have no choice." With that realization, all three broke into tears for the umpteen time that day and that week. 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