Lucinda's Diary

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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LUCINDA’S DIARY
[Alpenhorn, 2019]

EL DIARIO DE LUCINDA

Dear Diary: ♡♡exquisito♡♡ That was today.

¡Rami Peria!

¡He was naked!

Desnudo.

He had to just stand there and let me look all I wanted♡♡ I got to see ♡everything♡

Rami is around my age, perhaps twelve. But he does not go to my school. Maybe his family is too poor to pay the tuition. Even here in rural Mexico, schools are expensive.

Rami used to hang out with a gang of older boys. They would sometimes annoy the adults. Or even get into trouble with la guardia.

My parents wouldn’t let me talk to that gang—I was always supposed to act like a «nice girl». But I could gaze at Rami from the upstairs window when the gang was across the street in the park.

Besides that, I used to see Rami in church. He would bring his grandmother to the early Mass on Sundays. I still was not allowed to talk to Rami, but I tried to sit where I would have a good view of him when he helped his grandmother walk forward to the altar rail.

I haven’t seen the gang hanging around for a few months now. Nor have I seen Rami in church. Today I found out why.

Even back then, I thought Rami was dreamy♡♡ He would wear his long shiny black hair in a Mayan «warrior tail». He would wear an old white tee shirt that was too small. Maybe his family could not afford to buy him a new one. Or maybe he did it to show off his muscles. If so, ¡it worked! Plus, he would wear black flamenco trousers—also too small. They were so tight they would show off the rest of his body. ♡Yum♡

As I gazed at Rami from my window (or across the church), I used to wonder whether his body was really as perfect as it seemed. Well, today I found out.

¡¡ SI !!

♡Every♡ ♡naked♡ ♡centimeter♡ really is perfect♡♡

Dear Diary: I am back now. I had to take a break to «cool off».

I will write down what happened today, so that I can read about it in years to come. ¿Was today the best day of my life? If so: ¡I can die happy!

Today at school we went on a field trip. I thought it would be boring like all the others. I was wrong. ♡It was not boring♡

The school does not have a bus, so it was just Señora Eva (driver and chaperone) and as many kids as could squeeze into the van. Ten of us: five boys and five girls.

We went to see the district reformatorio for boys. Delinquent boys (not only from here but also from neighboring towns) could be sentenced to serve a term there. The school takes us there to try scaring us straight. («Scared straight» is the idea that if potential delinquent kids see prisons first hand, they will be more likely to avoid illegal activities.)

Sargento Ruiz, one of the guards, was the guide of the tour. He lectured us about obeying the law. Then he showed us around the facilities: dormitories, classrooms, athletic equipment, library, chapel.

I was thinking that it really was boring. We saw some of the detainees doing their usual routine. They wore orange uniforms, walked in single file, looked straight ahead, made no noise. Some of them were older, scary-looking boys. But others were really young. ¡Some of them looked even younger than me!

Then it happened. As we walked past a room we could glimpse inside. Six or seven young detainees were standing in a row. One of the guards was pacing back and forth in front of them, chewing them out. Loudly.

And the boys were naked. ¡Totally!

Naturally we asked Sargento Ruiz what was going on. He said that sometimes boys who misbehaved were punished by being made to stand naked for an hour. Sargento Ruiz continued down the hall. But some of us held back. “¿Can we go in and see?” someone asked.

“No, that is not on the tour,” he replied.

Señora Eva spoke up. “Sargento Ruiz,” she said, “you told us that we can see anything in el reformatorio.”

“The boys have a right to privacy,” he argued.

“Certainly not,” she retorted. “They lost those rights when the judge sentenced them here.”

They argued a while, but (as usual) Señora Eva got her way. So, ¡our school group got to go into that room!

When we came in, the guard stopped shouting at the boys. He got a crooked smile. Some of the naked detainees covered themselves with their hands, others turned their backs to us. “You seven delinquents, don’t think you can get out of the punishment. Keep your pose,” the guard ordered. The boys seemed panicked. But they reluctantly resumed the «parade rest» position. That means: each boy had his feet half a meter apart; his hands were behind him, one hand on the small of his back, the other on top of it; his eyes looked straight ahead.

We all gazed at at the naked boys.

“These schoolkids are here to learn about el reformatorio,” Sargento Ruiz said to the detainees. “You will answer their questions.”

The boys from our school stayed by the door. They were eager to leave, and continue the tour. Maybe this single event was enough to scare them straight. But we five girls crowded close the detainees. We asked them lots of questions. But of course we were looking at their nudity all the time. With us in the room, those boys got a worse punishment than they imagined. Even if they were standing stock-still and looking forward, there were ways we could tell how they felt. Some of their faces were red. Some of them were panting. Some of their mouths were in a grimace.

Suddenly I realized that one of the boys was ♡Rami Peria♡ His hair had been cut short, so at first I had not recognized him.

“¿Are you Rami?” I asked him.

“Si, Luci,” he replied. So he recognized me, too.

“Luci is a baby name; call me Lucinda.”

“Of course, Señorita Lucinda.”

I did not think to ask him if Rami was also a baby name.

We girls asked the detainees lots of questions. Of course we wanted to stay here as long as possible. I spent all the time with Rami. I had not really talked to him for years. But now I could talk to him a lot. At first I was squeamish about what I looked at. It is only polite: when talking to him, I should look at his face, not his body. But he was totally naked; ¿how long could that last? Rami was looking straight ahead: at the wall on the far side of the room, not at me. I took that as permission for me to look elsewhere. Of course I looked down at Rami’s private parts. Mmmm: Small and cute. I at once thought of a nickname: «Pepe y los dos huevitos» (Pepe and the two little eggs)

I asked Rami about el reformatorio.

I asked him why he had been sent here.

We talked about our neighborhood where we both lived.

Rami had a small silver crucifix on a chain around his neck. He said that the guards were not allowed to order him to take that off. As far as I could tell, it was exactly the same as my own crucifix.

Then I got more personal. “Rami,” I said. “¿What does it feel like, being naked while people are here?”

“¡Really embarrassing!” He said it so loud that the guard gave him a frown.

“¿Is it worse because you know me?”

His breath was scratchy. “Si, Señorita Lucinda. Much worse.”

I looked all over his naked body. I tried to memorize every centimeter. I barely noticed the other naked boys. I wanted to touch Rami’s ♡♡muscular stomach♡♡ I wanted it lot. But I didn’t do it. That would be too personal. Instead, I complemented him: “Your muscles look great.”

“Thank you, Señorita. They have weights and fitness machines for training here. It is practically the only thing I do in my spare time.”

Then I became still more personal: It amazes me that I was so bold. I knelt down in front of Rami—so that I could examine Pepe y los dos huevitos up close. Rami started to move, but the guard shouted: “¡Peria! Hold the position!” So Rami held still.

”¿How does little Pepe, here, feel when I get close to him like this?” I asked. Rami just squinted his eyes and hummed “Mmmmm.”

Rami had no hair down there. I wanted to ask: ¿Was there really no hair? Or ¿Was it shaved by el reformatorio? But that question seemed too private; so I did not ask.

“¡Caray!” I said with a smile. “Pepe is moving.” Rami was quietly going “Aaaaa.” Here he was: naked; required to stay at parade rest. And here I was: watching Pepe y los dos huevitos from just a few centimeters away.

¡Si si! Pepe was moving. Slowly. Up and up. Pepe was also growing. Longer and longer and longer. Rami’s face was scrunched up. Now he was going "Sssss." Soon Pepe was erect—¿See, Dear Diary? I know the word.

¡ERECT! ♡erecto♡ a great word ♡ERECTION♡ ♡erección♡

Rami’s erect penis. El pene erecto de Rami.

♡♡How stunningly perfect it was♡♡ The long arch shape. The bulb at the end. The curvy blood vessels all along. I moved my head to look at each side. Then to look at it from above and from below. I wanted to memorize Pepe just as I had memorized the rest of Rami.

The other girls stopped talking and looked our way. Señora Eva and the two guards moved closer. The boys from our school watched uneasily. Even the other naked detainees snuck peeks. Rami’s gorgeous erección was the center of attention. You could have heard an ant walking.

¡Caramba! Rami was totally, immensely, wickedly mortified. He was breathing in quick gasps. He was tensed up everywhere: eyes, mouth, shoulders, stomach, buttocks, thighs, even toes. But but but: he was not allowed to move. He had to let Pepe just stick out there and show off.

I wanted to touch ♡♡la erección de Rami♡♡ I wanted it lot. But that would be too, too personal. But I could not resist. My hand started to move all by itself.

Señora Eva clapped her hands. “Everyone,” she said. “It is time to move on.” We all came out of our trances to continue the tour.

I stood up. But when everyone had turned away, I did touch ♡♡Little Pepe♡♡ as though by accident. Rami inhaled suddenly. He and I locked eyes for a long moment. Then I ♡♡squeezed♡♡ the end of Pepe; that was clearly no accident. I walked out of the room humming to myself. Two of the other detainees were also erect by then. The guard who would stay behind with the detainees had a grin on his face.

I hardly remember the rest of the tour. Except this: In the van on the way back to the school, one of the girls was saying: “You know, Sargento Ruiz said we could see anything in el reformatorio.”

It’s true, he did say that.

“I wonder what else those boys do naked.”

♡Caramba♡ Imagine that, Dear Diary: About two hundred boys in that place. Boys with no right to privacy.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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