Message-ID: <49816asstr$1101723003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: nialos@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1101705555.000444.90880@z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 05:19:21 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com; posting-host=24.176.134.101; posting-account=rbcflg0AAACYNrM68pD62TXuH5QfPzLK X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 28 Nov 2004 21:19:15 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Taking Back Control Part 1 public nudity, spank, mast, humil, nc, multiple FM/BGbg) Lines: 1310 Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 05:10:03 -0500 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/Year2004/49816> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge TBC1: Taking Back Control Part 1 (public nudity, spank, mast, humil, nc, multiple FM/BGbg) by Nialos Leaning a "Little Boys Shouldn't Be So Modest" Festival story For Little Boys Shouldn't Be So Modest 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 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 subjected to a new community 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 in part by "The Little Boys Shouldn't Be So Modest" stories by Sir Cum Sizemore available on my site at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nialos/www/sizemore.html and by the boy spanking stories of Jeffrey R. Keller found at Jimka's Male/Male Spanking Archive located at http://www.rdrop.com/users/mmsa/ This story uses some concepts from those stories, but also incorporates many elements not found in those programs in order to meet the community's desire to "take back control" and to lessen their boys' excessive false modesty. The characters, settings, situations and overall plot of this story are all vastly different than those in the stories of Messrs. Sizemore and Keller. * * * Taking Back Control Part 1 by Nialos Leaning a "Little Boys Shouldn't Be So Modest" Festival story "Please, mom," pleaded twelve year old Josh Myers, "can't you stay in the waiting room like always?" The preteen was embarrassed by the thought of his mother being in the exam room with him, knowing from past experience that Dr. Chambers would make him remove his gown and drop his underpants for a genital exam. "No I can't," said his mother, "the doctors have a new policy that a parent must be in the room with kids under fifteen. Besides, little boys shouldn't be so modest." "Yes, they should," hotly retorted Josh "and I'm not a little boy!" "No, they shouldn't," responded his mom, "and yes you are. Besides, who's in charge here, who makes the rules?" "You, and the adults do," meekly replied the already crying boy, parroting what he'd been repeatedly taught over the last month. A month during which parents, teachers, coaches, aunts, uncles, neighbors, other adults, even the TV, radio and newspapers, had been constantly warning kids that starting today, "everything's changed now" and "the rules aren't the same anymore." "That's right, I'm in control, not you," Mrs. Myers affirmed the new community wide effort by parents, teachers and other adults of "taking back control" from their "out of control" kids. "Yeah, mom, I know," said the dejected boy. He could not help but know. If the lessons of the last month weren't enough to impart the message, there was a poster right there in the waiting room reinforcing that message. A poster reminding him that the "rules aren't the same anymore" and that adults made those rules, rules which had to be obeyed, or else. Such posters and flyers were everywhere, schools, malls, recreation centers, playgrounds, stores, restaurants, utility poles, even on buses and taxicabs. Over and over, kids were being warned of the consequences for defying adult control or breaking the rules. Josh blushed, remembering some of the possible penalties for "not toeing the line" as one of his teachers put it or "not getting with the program" as his police officer dad put it. Just his luck, the day of his annual physical was day one of everything changing and the rules not being the same. Why couldn't today be his ten year old sister Julie's appointment instead of his? As a nurse escorted Josh and his mother from the waiting room, he was startled out of his reverie as he spotted a naked girl, about ten years old, being led by her father and another nurse toward the door to the waiting room. "We'll just measure your height and weight, then we're be ready for the doctor," said the nurse. "Okay," said the blushing girl in a low voice, obviously reluctant to go through the door, but not resisting her father's gentle push into the room full of waiting patients and parents. Now Josh knew why the scale had been moved to the waiting area and why the nurse hadn't had him get on it on their way toward the exam area. He had a very bad feeling that when he was finally put on the scale he would be as naked as the day he was born. He vowed to himself "no way" was his body going to be put on show for a bunch of strangers. No way at all. He didn't care what the new rules about modesty said, he wasn't going to do it, and no one, in control or not, was going to make him. His bad feeling grew to near panic when they went by the open door of an exam room. In the room stood a furiously blushing boy of about fourteen, completely naked, boner pointing toward the ceiling. A boy he couldn't help noticing that unlike him had a bush of pubic hair topping dick and balls much, much bigger than his own. Sitting near the boy was his mother and smirking sister, who appeared to be about twelve years old. "I don't know what you're smirking about," said the mother to her daughter, "it's your turn next, and yes, your brother will be there." "Oh, no, mom, please, don't make me," pleaded the girl." "I most certainly will," responded the mother. "You know very well that starting today modesty and privacy for kids your age is a privilege, not a right. I control your dress, not you, just like I now control everything in your life. Besides, being completely undressed for all parts of your exam is the doctors' rules, not mine" "Here we are," said the nurse, leading mother and son into a room, leaving the door open. A room in which the barely moving Josh just knew shortly he would be bare for all to see. "Josh," said the nurse, "you need to take everything off, even your underpants." Josh stood frozen for a few seconds before reacting. "Where's the curtain, where's my gown?" he finally asked in a breathless rush, hoping against hope. "Oh," the nurse offhandedly replied, "we don't use those things anymore now that everything's changed." "I can't, I just can't, not with you two here," said the now sobbing boy. "Well, you have to," said Dr. Chambers, having stopped at the open doorway upon hearing the commotion within. "I can't do a proper exam if you're dressed." "Can't I just keep my underpants on and have a gown like before?" asked Josh. "No you can't," replied the doctor. "A well child exam, what you're getting today, is supposed to be from head to toe, unclothed. You're not unclothed if you have your underwear on, or for that matter, a gown. Besides, little boys shouldn't be so modest." "I won't do it and I'm not a little boy!" shouted Josh. "You're all bitches!" he yelled at the three women. "You have two minutes to be naked, little boy," his now very irate mother informed him, "or else. Now that the rules aren't the same anymore, you're not too old for a bare bottom spanking, which I'll let these two ladies, and every lady in this office, take turns giving you." That was one of the changes, one of the rules that weren't the same anymore. Bare bottom spankings were encouraged as the preferred punishment for misbehavior or defiance. "You wouldn't dare," uncertainly replied the crying boy. "Oh yes I would," answered his mom. "If you're not completely undressed in two minutes, you'll find out just how much I'll dare spank you. Start stripping, right now!" "Yes, mom," he meekly replied, beginning to hesitantly remove his shirt. Seeing that Josh was now complying, although reluctantly, Dr. Chambers continued on to her original destination, the room with the naked fourteen year old boy. Mrs Myers smiled at her son's submission to her control. In addition to helping cure the overly pervasive false modesty prevalent among the current generation of kids, there was another reason for giving control over modesty and privacy to the adults. It was simply just another way of saying "I'm in charge here, not you." "Mom, this is so embarrassing," lamented the blushing boy as he began removing his shoes and socks. "Too bad," was her tart reply. "As to your disrespect and giving us a hard time about the doctor's rules, we'll let the Community Support Center people handle that. As he started unbuckling his belt and unsnapping his jeans, Josh blanched. He was in trouble, bad trouble. CSC was the new agency, that now that everything's changed, parents, schools and courts could send kids for punishment. Punishment much worse, much more embarrassing, than simply being naked at the doctor's office. Punishment much more painful than any spanking his mom could give. Josh blushed deeply red thinking of some of the things CSC could make him do. In the last month, he'd had several classes at school where it was explained in explicit detail, including slide shows and videos, just what those things were. When the two minutes elapsed, the shaking Josh was down to his undies. No matter how hard he willed himself, he just wasn't able to pull them down. Exasperated, his mother swiftly pulled the last vestige of modesty off of the now thoroughly crying, thoroughly blushing boy. "That's going to cost you a spanking, little boy," mother cooly informed son, deliberately staring directly at his hairless genitals. Genitals consisting of a penis a little under two inches long nestled on a small, but noticeable, pillow of balls, balls that clearly had began growing. Mother noted that his penis, while still child sized, was definitely longer and fatter than when she last saw it when he was ten. As were his balls, which, while also still small, no longer were hidden by his penis. As Josh feared, he was marched naked to the scale in the waiting room. And, as he feared, his dreaded exam was indeed embarrassing, especially the genital exam that the doctor seemed to take much longer than usual to do. And, then, it got much worse. "Mrs. Myers, if you come up here," invited Dr. Chambers, "I'll show you how to do a proper genital exam." Josh's protests to the contrary, following the doctor's guidance, his mother was soon feeling up his private parts for herself. "You should check them once a week, Julie's too, preferredly just after they've bathed or showered. Just have them come down nude to wherever you are at the time." "No, no," once more protested Josh. "I don't want her touching my privates. I don't want Julie seeing them." "Well, your mom has to," replied his pediatrician, "it's for your own good to make sure everything's all right down there." "Couldn't it least be in private?" bargained the boy. "Josh," snapped the doctor, "you know perfectly well you have no right to privacy and modesty. That's for adults to decide, not you. And, besides, like I've already told you, little boys shouldn't be so modest." "If I want Julie to see you naked, she will," his mom added insult to injury. "And, if it makes you feel any better about it, yes, you'll see her naked sometimes, too." Under other circumstances, Josh would have been elated at that bit of news, but in his present condition, it did nothing to make him feel any better. "And I know," added the doctor, "that you were taught in school why kids no longer have any modesty rights." "Tell us the reason," demanded his mom. "Because, because," stammered the blushing Josh, reciting by rote, "kids today are too shy about their bodies, covering up when not necessary or sensible." "It's called false modesty," said Dr. Chambers. "And," prompted his mother. "It's not healthy for them to be that way about their bodies," answered the furiously blushing Josh, knowing that was precisely the way he was about his own body. "Exactly," agreed Dr. Chambers, "It's not healthy for your development. That's why we changed the rules here at our office." Deciding to test her son, Mrs. Myers asked him, "Josh what other rules about modesty have changed?" Blushing to even be talking about it, the naked boy responded, "Parents and adults taking care of us can make us be naked in private places anytime they like." "What kind of private places?" prompted his mom. "At home and at other people's houses, both inside and in the yard," the boy hesitantly answered, hesitant to voice what he knew his mom already knew. He was afraid that by admitting he knew the rule, she would invoke it on him. "What about in public?" inquired Dr. Chambers, deciding it would be good to have Josh acknowledge that indeed she and her colleagues could make him parade nude all over their office. "In places where it makes sense," he recited from rote. "Like where?" prompted the good doctor. "Swimming pools, beaches, school showers, trying on new clothes at the store," came the memorized reply. What about at the doctor's, like now?" persisted the persistent pediatrician. "Yeah, here too," he very reluctantly admitted. "Where else?" deliberately inquired his mom, noticing how embarrassing Josh was finding this naked exam of another kind. "They didn't tell us where else," Josh replied, "only that there were some other public places where we were also allowed to be naked." "And, who can make you be naked in allowed places?" Dr. Chambers took the inquest back over from Mrs. Myers. "The adults in charge of those places make the rules," answered Josh. "Like the doctors in this office?" Dr. Chambers pressed her point. "Yes," came the meek reply. "Josh," asked his mother, already knowing the answer, "in those places, is there anyone who can make you be naked even if the rules don't require it?" "Yes," was Josh's very reluctant answer, "parents or whoever's watching us." Mrs. Myers smiled, knowing that she and Dr. Chambers had just very pointedly demonstrated their control over Josh and his body. Satisfied with his answers, the women turned back from testing his knowledge of the new "no modesty" regime to continuing his medical exam. Just when Josh thought the exam couldn't get anymore embarrassing, it did. "Josh," asked Dr. Chambers, "when you masturbate, play with your penis, does anything come out?" Blushing beet red, Josh stammered out an incoherent response. "Answer the doctor," demanded his mom. "No ma'am, I don't make anything yet," the thoroughly humiliated boy answered in a low voice. "That's not unusual," reassured the doctor, "for a boy as early into puberty as you." "Yeah, I know," muttered Josh, "that's what our sex ed book says, too." "Now, Josh," continued his pediatrician, "masturbation is normal and healthy for young boys like you. Right now, I need you to face your mom and me and masturbate till you reach orgasm." "No way," shouted the flustered flushing boy, "no way I'm doing that!" "Josh," Dr. Chambers patiently explained to her patient, "it's important that we know that everything down there works correctly. The only way for us to know that is to see you masturbate." "Do it little boy," loudly ordered his mom. "You already have a spanking coming, you don't want me adding another one. CSC will have something to say about this, too, I'm sure." Seeing no other choice, the hapless red faced Josh began jerking off for his doctor and his mother, the nurse having long departed to attend to other duties. Slowly, ever so reluctantly, his thumb and forefinger rubbed up and down his small dick. "Faster," demanded Dr. Chambers. "Do it right," admonished his mom, "I know you know how." Josh picked up the pace, putting on a show for the two women. Before long, his feet were tapping the floor, his body shuddering, his throat moaning, as an intense dry cum overtook him. "Very good," Dr. Chambers congratulated the crimson faced boy, a few tears lightly falling from his eyes. "Josh, from now on, whenever you have an orgasm, a cum as some of you kids say," said his mom, deciding to exert some of her newly empowered control, "I want you to loudly announce that you're cumming. I don't care who's around or where you are, if you're not loud enough for others to hear you, it's a spanking and a trip to CSC." "Excellent idea," commented Dr. Chambers. "No it's not, it's a bad idea!" shouted the crying Josh. "That's going to cost you young man," his mom responded to his outburst. "Start jerking off right now, and when you cum this time, they better hear you all the way out in the waiting room." Once more, the completely humiliated Josh found himself playing with his little dick for the amusement of the two ladies. "I would suggest," suggested Dr. Chambers, "that once a week you have him, and for that matter, Julie, masturbate in front of the family. That way, you can tell if their sex parts are functioning normally, or if a problem has developed." Josh badly wanted to protest this latest doctor's order, but fearing the consequences, wisely held his tongue. In any event, of more immediate concern to him was his rapidly approaching orgasm, an orgasm which he knew was only seconds away. He didn't know if he'd have the courage to announce his shame to the entire office. "Oh, I going to do one better than that," said Mrs. Myers, deciding to use one of the possible "showing who's in charge" techniques mentioned in the special parents' classes CSC conducted over the past month. While the kids were learning in school that "everything's changed, the rules aren't the same anymore" the parents had been learning from CSC about "taking back control" and "showing who's in charge." "What?" was all Josh could croak out, his orgasm about to break over him. "From now on," his mother laid down the new rule, "you, and your sister, have no privacy for masturbation. You can only masturbate in front of others, and only after asking permission of the adult in charge, like dad, me, a teacher or a coach. You no longer have control over that." "No, no," protested Josh just before his orgasm took hold. Ignoring her son, mom continued, "if both a man and woman are in charge, you have to ask the oppositive sex adult. And, you have to be completely naked when you ask." "No, no," Josh croaked out again. Continuing to ignore his protest, she added, "And, since the new laws permit parents to do so, we'll have one more masturbation rule. Anyplace you can be legally naked in private, like at home or the front yard, either me, dad, or any other adult taking care of you, like a babysitter, can order you, or your sister for that matter, to masturbate. You have to get naked first, if you're not already. We can also do this anytime and anyplace you're naked as part of a punishment, even in public. Dad and I will sort out later the limits, if any, on number of times in a day that can happen." Josh very much wanted to voice his objection, but just as he opened his mouth, his second dry cum of the day took control of his body. Fortunately for him, the only thing to come out of his mouth was a very loud scream of "I'm cumming!" Unfortunately for him, a family was at that very instant going through the door from the waiting room to the exam area. His voice very clearly and distinctly carried through the open door to all the ears waiting in the waiting area, young and old, male and female. "Excellent, Josh" mother brightly complimented son, "you remembered your rule." Exam finally finished, despite his ongoing protests, Josh found himself being propelled still naked out to the waiting room. The red faced boy was convinced that everyone in the room knew it was him who had shouted out he was cumming. In the crowded room, a naked eight year old boy was being weighed. An equally naked blushing eleven year old girl, hands held behind her back by her mother, was standing not so stoically nearby, waiting her turn on the scale. "I promised you a spanking, and a spanking's what you're going to get," Josh's mom loudly proclaimed for all to hear. And, so it was, the straggling boy quickly placed over his determined mother's lap to receive a furious flurry of fanny flattening hand spanks on his bare bottom. When she released the loudly crying red bottomed boy, he immediately launched into a vigorous dance of foot hopping and bottom rubbing, to the amusement of the onlookers, especially the other children. While Josh continued his desperate banshee shrieking performance, his mom made and completed a phone call to CSC. "Okay, little boy," she finally said, hand on his shoulder, firmly walking him toward the front door, "time to go home." "Mom," he screamed, "my clothes!" "You were just spanked, you don't need clothes for the next twenty-four hours," she nonchalantly replied, "except your shoes and socks." Putting on his footwear, Josh groaned at his mom imposing another change. Kids could be spanked naked, anywhere, anytime. And then kept naked for up to twenty-four hours, anyplace, public or private. Even in those public places where they usually weren't allowed to be naked, CSC permission not required. "Good thing your doctor's appointment was for after school or you would be spending the rest of the day there naked." "What about school tomorrow," he asked, "will I have to be naked?" "I don't know yet," replied his mother, "your CSC appointment is for nine o'clock tomorrow morning, it depends on how I feel and what they make you do." * * * Josh's naked evening at home was absolutely horrid, especially when his little penis would grow hard for no apparent reason. The only saving grace was that Julie also spent part of the evening nude, although for much less time than him. His mom declared that bath time was now earlier, right before dinner, unless told otherwise. After bathing, each child had to report completely bare, not even wearing a towel, to a parent for inspection and approval of their cleanliness. His dad made a rule that whenever bath time, or more accurately in Josh's case, shower time, was announced, the kids had to immediately completely undress in whatever room they were in at the time. He then called for bath time. Julie, showing more common sense than Josh had at Dr. Chamber's office, avoided a spanking and trip to CSC by complying even as she protested. Julie went to her bath first, giving Josh only a few minutes of seeing her naked. When she returned, after a cursory inspection by her mother, she was given her next rule. After bathing and inspection, she had to remain naked until given permission to put on her nightgown. Permission which, upon her request, Mr. Myers immediately granted his daughter. While the naked Josh was disappointed to see his sister covering up so quickly, he smiled anticipating that once his punishment period was over, he wouldn't be naked at home as much as he had feared. When he returned for his inspection, his hopes for future home modesty were quickly dashed. He already knew that he had to remain naked tonight and part of tomorrow, but his new after bath rule ensured that he would be naked all night, every night. "Josh," said his mother, "after you bathe, you're no longer to wear pajamas or anything else. You are to remain naked, including dinner and family time, until Dad or I give you permission to dress the next morning." "Of course," added dad, "if we're going someplace with you, or you have permission from us to go someplace, you can wear clothes unless under punishment." Josh's protests to this unequal treatment of the sexes was quickly dismissed by his mother. "Girls need more modesty than boys. Besides Julie still has to be naked from bath time till we tell her she can put something on, as well as whenever she's under punishment, and, of course, for those things we discussed with Dr. Chambers." Julie wasn't happy about learning what those things were, but again wisely kept her protests from meriting a spanking and trip to CSC. * * * The next morning, a naked blushing Josh found himself walking with his mom toward the city bus stop for the trip to CSC. Spending last evening and this morning naked in front of his parents and Julie was embarrassing enough, but this was much more so. When they were about a half block away, a bus went by. "I told you to hurry," snapped his mom, snapping a stinging slap to his bare bottom. "Now we're have to wait almost another fifteen minutes. Good thing I allowed extra time." "Sorry mom," Josh mumbled an apology, "this is so hard for me to do, being out here like this." "Well," said his mom, brightening, "I know something else that's going to be hard." "What's that?" asked the suddenly scared boy. "Your little dickie," replied Josh's in control mother. "What?" Josh started to question. "From now till the next bus comes," mother interrupted son, "You're to masturbate. I don't care how many orgasms you have, but if you forget to announce even one, you'll be masturbating on the bus all the way to CSC." "No way, mom," the crying Josh loudly protested, "I can't do that here, anyone can see me." "I didn't ask you," calmly replied his mom, "I told you. And who's in charge here, you or me?" "You are," Josh reluctantly acknowledged. "Well, then, get to it," ordered Mrs. Myers. "You don't want me to add a refusal to your CSC list, do you?" "No mom," the sobbing boy responded, "but won't we get arrested by the cops?" "Of course not," answered his mom. "You're on punishment, so I can make you be naked here. Didn't I tell you yesterday that the law is that anyplace you're allowed to be naked for punishment, I, dad, or whoever's taking care of you can make you masturbate?" "Yes, mom," replied Josh, hands making no effort to go toward his privates. "What's against the law is your not following orders, so get on with it," ordered the gloating mother, gloating over the control she now had legal authority to exert over her errant child. Seeing no other option, Josh for the first time ever outside began publically pounding his little dick for any and all to see. By the time the bus arrived, he had dry cum three times. Fortunately for him, despite his acute embarrassment and humiliation, he managed to loudly announce each one. He never in his life thought he'd be glad to get on a bus naked, but that morning he certainly was. * * * At the Community Support Center, while his mom was at a parents' meeting, Josh waited in a room with seven other kids, five boys and two girls. Two of the boys, like him, were naked. "Hey," said the oldest boy, a naked fourteen year old, "what's your story?" Josh quickly relayed his tale of woe and then asked the naked teen, "What about you?" "I'm on the swim team at our local pool," the boy started to explain. "Yesterday, the pool announced a new rule that kids under fifteen had to be nude, even for team competitions." "Yeah," chimed in the other naked boy, an eleven year old, "they've finding lots of places to make us be naked, I hate it!" "Me, too," continued the naked teen. "I argued and protested that I'm almost fifteen and shouldn't have to be naked, especially with girls around." "Does no good to argue," ventured Josh, "my mom made me strip for the doctor anyway." "So I found out," the teen resumed his tale of his bare tail. "When I absolutely refused, the coach called my parents. My dad came down with a police officer friend of his, a Sergeant Myers, Tom Myers." "Hey, that's my dad," a surprised Josh informed the room. "No wonder you're naked now," said the older boy. "I told you," responded Josh, "that this is my mom's doing. But I know my dad's all for it, too." "Tell me about it," said the teen. "Between my dad and your dad, they had me out of my bathing suit in no time, and both took turns spanking my butt good." "My mom's bad enough," said Josh, "sure hope I don't get to feel my dad's spanks." "They hurt bad, let me tell you," said the teen. "After the spanking, my dad invoked the twenty-four hour naked rule, your dad suggested CSC." "Yeah, he would," appraised Josh, "he's real big about getting with the program, as he calls it." "Well, anyway, my dad agreed with yours, and here I am, in all my glory for all the world to see." "Me, too," agreed Josh. "Hey," Josh added almost as an afterthought, "if our dads know each other, than shouldn't we? I'm Josh." "And I'm Ryan," the naked fourteen year old responded. "Hey, kid, what did you do to be here?" Josh asked the naked eleven year old. "And what's your name?" asked Ryan. "I'm Cody," answered the youngest of the naked trio. "I didn't want to get naked at the store." "They can't make you do that," said Ryan. "Yes they can," responded Cody, "if you're trying on clothes." "That's what they told us at my school," commented Josh. "So, what happened to you, anyway?" "I was with my mom to buy new school clothes, which she wanted me to try on, both pants and shirts." "No big deal, just use the changing room, and ask her to wait outside," commented Ryan. "If his mom's like mine, she'd probably say no to waiting outside," observed Josh. "Didn't matter if she would or wouldn't," said Cody, "there were no dressing rooms in the boys department, just a platform with some benches and a thing for hanging clothes up." "Uh oh," said Josh, anticipating what was to come. "Being in your underpants in public is embarrassing," conceded Ryan, "but what does that have to do with getting naked?" "Because," Cody responded, "she also wanted me to try on the new underwear she was buying." "Which you wouldn't do," guessed Josh, "so she stripped you, spanked you, and here you are." "Exactly what happened," confirmed Cody. Josh was dying to know if any of the other kids, both the naked and dressed ones, had been made to jerk off in public like he had. Before he could pose his embarrassing inquiry, the adults, and some accompanying not under punishment siblings, entered the room. * * * "Good morning everyone," said a smartly dressed woman taking a seat at the desk at the front of the room. "I'm Mrs. Durkle, your Discipline Officer this morning." A distinguished looking gentleman, his sideburns showing touches of grey, took a seat next to the desk. "This gentleman is Judge Forbes," the Discipline Officer introduced the judge. "He's chief justice of county juvenile court. His honor has the honor of signing the first punishment orders ever to be issued here at CSC." "They're going to be collector items," joked the judge. "You parents may want to frame them and hang them up in your living room." The laughing parents found this comment hilarious; the soon to be CSC punished kids didn't, a few already crying. "I also suggest," added Mrs. Durkle, "you take lots of photos of your kids under punishment and put them around your homes. Maybe even give their schools some for their bulletin boards." "But," asked Cody's father, an avid photographer, "won't we get in trouble if they show what's between their legs?" "Not at all," reassured Judge Forbes, "the law's been changed so that as long as their being naked is legal and whatever they're doing or having done to them is legal, photos and videos of that are also legal. Even if you decide to put it on a family web site or otherwise share it on the Internet. Even if it's published in a newspaper or magazine, or for that matter, you blow it up large size on a billboard alongside the highway. Or even if shown at the local movie theater." "What about," enquired Josh's mother, "if they're having, you know, an orgasm at the time?" "Perfectly acceptable," said the judge. "If making them have the orgasm is legal, than so are photos and videos of that orgasm." Mrs. Myers mind was clicking away at the possibilities. Both she and Tom were subscribing to the theory that in order to rid Josh of his extreme unhealthily false modesty and instill a healthy sense of time and place appropriate modesty, they had to first completely strip him of all modesty and body privacy, then slowly build toward an acceptable "little boys shouldn't be so modest" level. Parental cameras now photographing and videoing away, one after another, the eight misbehavers had to in turn stand in front of the room, facing the audience, while their cases were discussed. The ten year old twins, a boy and a girl, who objected to their parents new rules that they take their baths together and afterwards were to only wear short tee shirts that left their privates exposed. The thirteen year old boy who refused to take a naked group shower after gym class, despite his school's new rule making it mandatory to do so. The thirteen year old girl from the same school who had also refused to shower. Another ten year old boy who adamantly refused his mother's orders to strip off his bathing suit at a local park's lakeside beach, despite there being a few other naked kids, all boys, on the sand. Josh, Ryan and Cody all had their turn in the spotlight. All three naked boys knew better than to try to hide their privates from the onlookers, they had all learned in school what the very unpleasant consequences would be for covering up, or even trying. As each child's situation was individually, and in the twins' case, jointly, reviewed, the respective parents told their side of the story, and for the two thirteen year old shower resisters, their gym teachers. After the adults involved with a particular child had their say, that child had a chance to offer a rebuttal. None could come up with a justifiable reason for their defiance. The argument that "I didn't want to be naked" was not considered an acceptable excuse. Josh found the discussion of his transgressions especially embarrassing. His mom went into great detail about all her new masturbation rules, or "jerking off" rules as she now called them. And about his initial reluctance and protests about following them, as well as his hesitation at the bus stop earlier today. "I like your ideas," said Ryan's mother. Looking her naked son directly in the eyes, she informed him, "Young man, you now have the exact same jerking off rules as Josh." "So do you two," the twins' mother told her two, their father nodding in approval. That goes for you, too, Cody," said his father. In the end, all six boys were put under "Josh's Jerking Off" rules, including announcing cums, as well as the ten year old girl twin. The only one not being subjected, at least yet, was the thirteen year old girl. Once all eight cases were presented, Mrs. Durkle began rendering her decisions. "It is clear," she declared, "that all eight of you have defied your parents control over you and their legitimate orders for you to be naked." "In every case," chimed in Judge Forbes, "those orders were perfectly legal and you therefore were required to follow them." "Without hesitation or protest," continued the Discipline Officer. "Your modesty is under your parents control, and when appropriate, that of other adults like teachers and doctors. If they want you naked, you get naked, period, end of the story, no discussion, no debate." "That's sick, I hate this whole control thing," said the thirteen year old boy. "Well," responded Mrs. Durkle, "no one asked you. Adults decide, you obey. Got it?" "Yes, ma'am," the boy replied, a few tears escaping his eyes. "Now," ordered Discipline Officer Durkle, pointing to the twins and the other ten year old boy, "I want you three to go to your parents, who are going to undress you. You will not resist in any way. You will not remove any of your clothes yourself. Do you understand?" "Yes," the three tens responded. "You two," she continued, indicating the two thirteens, "are to go to your teachers to be stripped, same rules as the others." Both teens found this process exceedingly embarrassing, as fate had it that the boy's teacher was female, and the girl's male. "While under CSC punishment," Mrs. Durkle concluded this portion of her sentencing, "you've lost the privilege of dressing and undressing yourself, someone else has to do it for you, incluidng putting on and taking off your shoes and socks." Soon, eight, instead of three, naked kids stood facing their audience, hands behind heads as instructed. "You are to remain naked at all times and all places all the while you're under CSC punishment," instructed the Discipline Officer. "What of it gets cold out?" asked Josh, knowing without a doubt that even without punishment his parents were certain to have him going around naked a lot of the time. "We don't want anyone getting sick just because they're being punished," answered Mrs. Durkle. "You can always wear shoes and socks, unless made to take them off for a spanking, or you're told to when inside." "Yeah, but that won't keep us warn," commented Ryan. "If it gets a little chill, you can always put on a shirt. Right now, it still warm outside, you shouldn't need to do that. But just so you know, in case you find yourself having to be naked during cooler times of the year, the colder it gets, the more you can wear outside. Sweatshirts, jackets, heavy coats. You can even wear long socks that come up no higher than a little over your knees. But, in those cases, it all comes off as soon as you're indoors." "What about pants?" asked a hopeful Cody. "No, not allowed," replied Officer Durkle. "If you're supposed to be naked, no mater how cold it is, everything from an inch or so above your knees to just below your belly button has to be uncovered. Your genitals and bottoms have to be exposed and on display. Also, regardless of the weather, you have no say in what you can or can't wear, that's for your parents or other adults in charge of you to decide." "What about possible frostbite?" asked one of the mothers. "In winter, It usually doesn't get much more than a few degrees below freezing around here, and that's mostly at night. More nights than not, it stays above freezing. Snow happens, but only once or twice a season. Frostbite of their little parts shouldn't be a problem." "What about that cold snap we had last year?" a curious father questioned. "Some nights, it got down to single digits." "I'm sure," replied Mrs. Durkle, "if it gets that cold we devise ways to keep their 'no cover up' areas both exposed and protected." With all this talk of being naked in the winter, the thirteen year old boy grew ever more nervous. "Just how long do you have to stay naked for this punishment?" "Normally for first timers like you, I would give you five days. But as the changes are so new and everyone's still adjusting to them, I'm going to go easy and give you only two days. Today's Friday, your punishment ends at this time Sunday morning." The kids all moaned at this news, not wanting to be naked on a Saturday. "But," continued the officer, "if you are brought back here for any reason within the next year, you're going to be naked and punished for at least ten days." Mrs. Durkle waited a few seconds for this news to sink in, and then continued imposing punishment. "I went you five boys to start playing with your dicks till they're hard. And then keep playing with them until I say you can stop. You girls do the same with your pussies and nipples. I want those dicks pointing out and up, and those clits poking out for all to see." "What," protested Ryan, "I can't do that in front of these people." "Yes you can," replied Mrs Durkle, "and you will or I'll spank you right here, right now, and then you still will. Since this is a community effort to improve behavior and obedience, when under CSC punishment your privates and all your body for that matter, are no longer private property, but always community property." "What does that mean?" asked the twins' father, already knowing the answer but wanting it made crystal clear to his two little misbehavers. "Anyone can either directly do anything they went to that community property, or order the community property to do anything," explained the Discipline Officer. Looking at the eight naked masturbating kids, she admonished, "that means that If someone tells you to jerk off, you do so, immediately. If they want to jerk you off, you let them. Whatever they want, you do. If they want you to jerk off another community property kid, or give that kid a blow job, or do anything else to community property, you better do it. You don't want to find out what happens if you refuse." "When I punish him, can I also make him community property?" Asked Josh's mother. "Sure can," Judge Forbes once more provided the legal situation. "Whenever a parent or other adult punishes a child, they can make that child community property, but don't have to. Unlike CSC punishments, they can also set limits to what can and can't be done to that community property." "What if someone wants to cut my wiener off?" the crying Cody asked, remembering when he was younger something two older boys threatened to do to him if he didn't stop pestering them. "They can't cut anything off, do any permanent damage, or cause serious injury requiring medical treatment," the judge interjected the legal aspects. "What's considered serious?" asked one of the parents. "It's serious," clarified the chief justice, "if it actually requires as a necessity either being in the hospital overnight or surgery of any kind, stitches, extensive bandaging, a cast, sling, wound irrigation, or other such medical treatments. Key determinate is whether it was actually medically necessary, not if it was done or not. That's to keep people from seeking or giving unnecessary treatment just to claim serious injury and get someone in trouble." "Guess I can't give the canings I was planning for these two," said the father of the twins. "That could leave cuts and welts, maybe even a little bleeding." "And what about my paddle leaving purple bruises?" asked the father of the thirteen year old boy. "None of that's likely to meet the criteria for serious injury," replied the judge. "Even if a doctor, or someone else, gives plaintive treatment for pain, comfort, or to reduce swelling." "I was thinking of some genital punishment," said Josh's mother, to his dismay. "You know, spank his little dick and balls." "Highly recommended," said Mrs. Durkle, "especially for trying to cover up, for disobeying any of your masturbation rules, or not sharing his community property with others." "Exactly the reasons I have in mind," replied Mrs. Myers. "Judge, she can't do that, can she?" asked the panicking Josh. "She sure can," Judge Forbes cheerfully replied. "A few nicks and cuts, and some swelling doesn't matter. As long as you don't need to be in the hospital or have your genitals operated on, she's going to be within the law." The legal limitations established, Mrs. Durkle finished up imposing her first punishments under the community wide "taking back control" effort. "Speaking of spankings," she told the masturbating red faced naked youngsters, "each morning, today, tomorrow, and Saturday, you're getting a public spanking, the first one in twenty minutes, at the little park across the street. Just as this bombshell was dropped, Josh experienced his second dry cum since Mrs. Durkle had ordered all dicks hard. All the boys, except the two teens, who somehow had so far managed to avoid doing so at all, had now cum at least twice, both of the tens three times, dry like Josh. Both girls had also cum three times. Before Josh finished his orgasm, the older girl came again, which finally set off both Ryan and the thirteen year old boy, each shooting off strong pent up loads. "Josh," admonished his mom, "that's the second time in fifteen minutes you've cum without announcing it." "Sorry mom," he blushingly apologized, "I didn't think I had to here. And no one else announced theirs, either." "Didn't I tell you yesterday," asked his mother, "that anytime, anyplace, no matter who's around, you announce your cums, every time?" "Yes, mom," the boy abjectly answered. "I think a little extra spanking on a little something of yours is in order when we get to the park," mother told devastated son. "That can be arranged," affirmed Mrs. Durkle. As they left the room, Ryan's mom told him, "I didn't hear you announce your cum either, so you're also getting a little something extra down there." * * * When they had first arrived at the CSC, Josh had noticed the workmen in the park across the street. Now as he and the others entered the park, he saw what they had been building. Spanking machines, four of them, arranged in a row. Each machine had two parallel vertical poles, supporting a height adjustable padded horizontal bar. Set a little in front of each frame were two shorter vertical poles, also height adjustable. Atop these poles sat a small motor. From each motor extended a flexible rod. Attached to the end of each rod was a four tailed thin leather strap of some kind. Josh couldn't help noticing the tight hard looking knot at the end of each tail. Set a little behind each frame was a somewhat strange looking chair, armless and with the seat and back tilted backwards. Bleachers had been erected, now almost full. To his utter distress, he spotted his home room teacher and class among the spectators. Immediately his hands flew to cover his hard dick and balls. "Hands away, this instant," demanded his mother. "That's costing you an extra day of CSC punishment," stated Mrs. Durkle. "And," added Josh's mom, "for each of your spankings here at the park, I want that little something extra added." "Will do," verified the smiling Discipline Officer. Cody ended up with the same fate as Josh, having also covered up upon spotting his own class up in the stands. In fact, the classmates of all eight of the naked kids had been bused in for this first public show of the price to be paid for defying adult control and rules. When all was sorted out, four boys were due for a "little something extra" with their spankings. Ryan, and the reluctant ten year old beach stripper, named Jesse, for not announcing their cums. Josh and Cody for not announcing their cums and for covering up. The parents of the three other kids subject to "Josh's Jerking Off Rules" decided to go easy this first time, but gave dire warnings that in the future their would be no reprieves if they forgot to let the world know each time they were cumming. "We'll start with the four getting standard spankings," said Mrs. Durkle. "Usual dose is twenty lashes." "But is that fair?" asked the twins concerned mother, "they're not all the same size." "The machine adjusts for height and weight," responded the technician sitting at the control console. After being weighed and measured, the first batch of four found themselves positioned over the padded bars, legs spread wide, anuses wide open and clearly showing. Their ankles and wrists were securely attached to moveable rings set in the ground. The ten year old twin boy was in the frame all the way to the left, to his right was the thirteen year old girl. To her right the thirteen year old boy was bent over, and to his right, anchoring the other end from her brother, was the ten year old twin girl. Both boys balls prominently displayed between their legs, the teen's, of course, much larger than the preteen's. The top inch or so of the thirteen year old's prick extended past his ball sack. The ten year old's dick was still small enough not to show at all beyond his balls. "Let the spankings begin," declared Judge Forbes. And begin they did. The motors hummed, the straps whirled, four sets of four tails lashed four bare bottoms. The screams and cries started with the first strike, and continued nonstop thereafter. Stoke after stroke impacted increasingly sore, increasingly hot, increasingly red bare behinds. Every fifth stroke, a knot would land squarely on and a little in each exposed asshole, eliciting each time ear shattering sheiks. Eventually all good things come to an end, and so did the first ever public CSC spanking. The four bare bottoms were bright red, all sporting a few welts and the occasional purple bruise. All four kids were desperate to ease the pain and burning in their bottoms, doing the dance of the spanked as they furiously rubbed their stinging behinds. They danced gingerly, finding any movement that caused their bottom cheeks to rub together to be exceedingly uncomfortable. To the amusement of the onlookers, they quickly discovered that the least painful method of locomotion was a slow duck like waddle. Now it was the turn of the four remaining boys, all due for that little something extra. The purpose of the strange chairs quickly became clear as they were positioned under the frames, the center bars now lowered to ground level. Josh was the first to be placed, on the leftmost chair. A strap was pulled tight across his chest, preventing escape. Next his legs were spread wide and back toward his head, until his knees touched the seat back. His arms were placed behind the back of his knees. Quickly his arms and legs were secured together and to the seat back. This all left his bottom, wide open anus, and genitals elevated, exposed, and in a most vulnerable position. Before long, Ryan, Cody and Jesse were similarly situation. "Since their parents," announced Mrs. Durkle, "requested a little something extra, each boy will get twenty-four solid smacks, starting now!" And twenty-four solid smacks is what they each got. Like the first group, they loudly carried on from the first burning stinging taste of the knotted tails. On the fourth stroke, what all four dreaded the most happened. The tails soundly landed directly on their helpless genitals, several knotted ends horridly painfully hitting their defenseless dicks, several agonizingly smashing their helpless balls. The reactions were intense and immediate, terrible pain rapidly radiating out from their struck parts, glass shattering screams emitting from impossible to close throats, violent shaking literally trying to move the chairs out of harms way. Before the boys could even begin to recover from their agony, the fifth stroke landed. As with the first group, a knot solidly invaded their exposed assholes, eliciting new screams of agony. Thereafter, every fourth strike wrecked havoc upon their ever sorer, ever redder genitals; every fifth ravished their ever sorer, ever redder back holes. Once released from their terrible torment, the boys could do nothing but writhe on the ground, hands firmly gripping their abused boy parts. "No covering up," demanded Mrs. Durkle, "you know better than that." "If you don't let go," said a police officer standing nearby, "we're have to cuff your hands behind your backs." With a start, Josh realized the officer was his dad. In the end, the two youngest, Jesse and Cody, crying profusely, couldn't keep their hands from soothing their red and swollen genitals. Sergeant Myers used plastic disposable cuffs on both of them. "When you're ready to remove these," he told the two boys' parents and teachers, you simply cut them off with a pair of scissors." And, so began Josh's very first CSC imposed punishment, but far from his last. 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