By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com
Copyright 2019 by Nevergrowup, all rights reserved
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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.
Part 25
“Hello Connor,” said his Dad; “You’ve certainly grown a bit since I last saw you naked.”
Connor went bright red with embarrassment. This was the first time his
father had seen him naked for over three years. He suddenly found his
voice; “Dad, what are you doing home. I didn’t think you were due back
until next weekend.”
“I wasn’t,” said his father; “But I came home specially for Jemma’s birthday tomorrow. I will need to leave again on Sunday.”
Jemma was absolutely delighted to have her
father home for her birthday and was very happily sitting on his lap
with a continuous smile on her face.
Connor smiled; “It’s good to see you Dad.
I’ve missed you.” With that he ran forward and gave his father a hug,
which was a little bit awkward as he half-hugged Jemma as well.
“I’ve missed you too,” replied his father as he reciprocated by hugging him.
Connor glanced around the room; “Where’s Kirsten?” he asked, noticing the conspicuous absence of the older of his two sisters.
“She’s gone over to Angela’s for tea and will be back later,” his mother replied.
Connor’s mood brightened even more inside;
a whole evening without Kirsten would be total bliss he thought to
himself. He spoke to his father for a while longer before excusing
himself to go to the kitchen for the drink he had been on his way to
get earlier. As he poured himself a glass of orange juice so he was
joined by his mother and Jemma.
“We’re going to get on with preparing the evening meal,” his mother said.
Connor was about to offer to help when his
mother continued; “Your father wants to speak with you, so please go
through to the lounge.”
Connor’s face dropped. He had completely
forgotten that when his father returned he was going to be given a
talking to. He made his way slowly along the hallway, if anything
looking exactly like the condemned man on his way to the guillotine. He
paused as he reached the doorway to the lounge. His father noticed him
standing there and called out to him;
“Hi Connor, come in and sit down.”
Connor did as he was asked and sat on the adjacent sofa to his father, looking extremely uneasy.
“Your mother did tell you that I would be
giving you a good talking to when I got back, when this whole
unpleasant episode first surfaced,” announced his father. “Now seems to
be the ideal time to do it and get it over with so that we can all get
on and enjoy the weekend.” He said.
Connor looked at his father and nodded, without saying anything.
“Your mother received a telephone call from
Mr Trimble earlier notifying her that your punishment at school has
ended, and as a result he was happy to inform us how pleased he and
your teachers are with the significant improvement in your attitude and
your behaviour. Whilst your mother and I are equally delighted with
that news, it goes without saying that the punishment given to you
should not have been necessary in the first place.”
Connor stared fixatedly at his father and
remained focussed, although he was a little confused as to what his
father had just said; was he saying he shouldn’t have been punished?
His father continued to speak and suddenly
everything made sense; “If you had behaved properly and appropriately
to begin with and had not been constantly getting yourself into trouble
then it wouldn’t have been necessary to enforce this ultimate
punishment on you, and all of this could have easily been avoided.”
Connor’s head dropped and he looked at the floor for several moments before looking up at his father;
“I’m really sorry Dad,” he muttered with
tears in his eyes; “I don’t know why I behaved the way I did. I know I
shouldn’t have done it and I let myself down, and I let you and Mum
down, and I have suffered with the most embarrassing punishment ever. I
don’t know what else to say.” He then began sobbing uncontrollably.
Mr Maynard looked a little taken aback; he
certainly hadn’t expected Connor to react in this way. As his son
glanced tearfully at him so he opened his arms and Connor leapt into
them, hugging his father and his father reciprocated by hugging him
tightly. The two of them held each other for what seemed a very long
time, until Connor’s tears had subsided and he had regained control of
his emotions.
“I don’t think it will be necessary to
discipline you any further beyond your current punishments,” said his
father. “You have displayed considerable remorse for your actions and I
can see that you are genuinely sorry for what you did. I am convinced
that what you have just gone through will make you a much better
person.”
Connor looked at his father and smiled; “Thank you Dad,” he said; “So does this mean I don’t have to be naked anymore?”
His father smiled back; “You being naked is
still part of your current punishment, so I’m afraid you will still
need to remain naked for the rest of this weekend. As from Monday you
can return to normal.”
Connor stared at his father looking a little disappointed at his decision but accepted that nothing he said would change it.
“Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes,” called out Mrs Maynard from the kitchen.
“Come on,” declared his father; “we’d
better wash our hands and get ourselves ready for dinner ... otherwise
we’ll both be in trouble with your mother!” he said winking at Connor.
Connor grinned; “Okay Dad.” As he headed off to get himself cleaned up.
Having washed their hands Connor and his
Dad joined his Mum and Jemma in the kitchen for dinner. As soon as they
had exited the lounge a wonderful smell had met their nostrils causing
each of them to realise how hungry they were. When they arrived in the
kitchen they were each presented with a steaming plate of stir-fried
chicken and prawns with noodles and all sorts of vegetables including;
asparagus, red pepper, mini sweetcorn, mangetout, green beans,
broccoli, carrots, spring onions and water chestnuts.
“Wow this looks awesome,” said Connor; “Thanks Mum.”
For several minutes the only sound that
could be heard was that of happy chomping as the family enjoyed the
excellent food that Mrs Maynard had prepared. It was testament as to
how much they had enjoyed it by the four clean plates that were left on
the table at the end.
“Thank you dear, that was absolutely
delicious,” Chris Maynard said, complimenting his wife; “I have
certainly missed your cooking.”
“That was lovely Mum,” agreed Jemma, who
was still smiling and relishing the fact her father was having tea with
them for the first time in several weeks.
Connor made up the hat-trick of
endorsements by declaring how much he had enjoyed his meal, of course
Kirsten not being there made it even better.
“What are the plans for tomorrow?” he asked.
“Oooh yes! I’d like to know that too,” squealed Jemma excitedly, seeing as how she had a vested interest in what was happening.
“Well,” said her mother; “Tomorrow morning
we will all be very busy preparing food for the party in the afternoon.
Your father will be getting the bar-b-q cleaned, organised and lit
ready for when Jemma’s guests arrive at half past two. Connor I would
like your help in washing glasses and setting up the tables and chairs
outside; Jemma you can put up the bunting, balloons and other
decorations with Kirsten. We will eat at around four o’clock.”
“Are there many people coming?” Connor
asked rather anxiously, as although it was Jemma’s birthday he knew
that with him being naked he was likely to be the centre of attention,
especially with anyone who hadn’t already seen him naked over the last
few days.
“There’ll be about twenty of us in total,”
replied his mother; “including Auntie Mel, Sally, Jennifer and Peter.
They will be arriving around 11ish so that Mel can help me in the
kitchen.”
Connor muttered something inaudible under
his breath which wasn’t picked up by either of his parents. It could
have been a lot worse; he remembered Kirsten’s birthday party several
months ago when she had invited almost forty people to celebrate her
becoming a teenager. They had a marquee set up in the garden which was
a good thing as it turned out; it rained hard most of the day. Connor
couldn’t help letting a grin appear on his face as he thought about the
slightly soggy guests on that occasion. He was certainly glad he didn’t
have to appear naked at that event.
Mrs Maynard cleared the plates away and put them in the sink to be washed, replacing them with bowls of strawberries and cream.
“Oooh yummy!” Jemma squealed, diving in
with her spoon and putting a whole strawberry into her mouth, causing
the juice to run down her chin.
“Jemma, mind your table manners,” exclaimed her mother.
“Sorry Mum,” she muttered, looking up at her with cream smeared all around her mouth.”
They all finished eating and Connor this
time cleared the bowls away. He then proceeded to demonstrate to his
father first hand how much his behaviour had improved as he washed,
then dried up all the dinner things. Mr and Mrs Maynard still seated at
the kitchen table smiled and nodded at each other with great
satisfaction as they watched.
Having put everything away Connor asked to
be excused so that he could go up to his room and get his homework
done, so that he didn’t have to worry about doing it over the weekend.
As he made his way upstairs Chris Maynard looked at his wife and
smiled; “I can certainly see a vast improvement in our son’s
behaviour,” he said happily.
Connor entered his room and shut the door;
he took his school books out of his bag and was about to start on his
homework when his phone buzzed. He picked it up and smiled when he saw
the message was from Simon; “Hope u r ok? Bet u r glad u no longer have
2 b naked, x.”
Connor texted back; “I’m okay, but still
have to be naked at home for the weekend; the final part of my parents’
punishment, and it’s Jemma’s birthday party tomorrow too.”
“Oops,” came the reply from Simon; “that’s
bad news, I’m sure you’ll survive though. Hope yr horrible sister isn’t
causing u 2 much grief, x.”
“She’s out at the moment, so I haven’t seen
her since lunchtime,” Connor typed; “Would it be okay if we text
later?” he asked Simon. “I’ve got some homework I need to do, and want
to do that, say goodnight to Mum and Dad and get back upstairs to my
room before Kirsten gets back at 9pm.” He pressed the key and sent the
text.
Almost immediately the reply came back;
“Yes, sure, u really must do that. Ur Dad is there, wow! bet u r glad
to c him. Txt l8r. x”
“Thanks,” Connor responded, with a smiley
face motif at the end. He put down his phone and went back to his
homework. He didn’t have much to do; some writing up about the weather
from the science lesson and reading a few pages about Charles Dickens
for English. When he concentrated Connor found studying was relatively
easy; it was when he was messing around that it became difficult.
He finished the last paragraph and looked
at the time; it was a quarter to nine. “Great,” he thought to himself,
“15 minutes, to grab a drink, say goodnight and get back upstairs
before Kirsten gets back.”
Connor headed downstairs and went straight
to the kitchen where he poured himself some juice before moving on to
the lounge. Just as he got there the phone rang; “Now who can that be?”
said his mother; “Hello, Janet Maynard speaking. Oh, hi Kirsten, yes
that will be fine, thank you for letting me know, see you shortly,
bye.” Mrs Maynard put the phone down and announced; “that was
Kirsten, they are running slightly late and she won’t be here until
just after half past nine.”
Connor sat down in one of the vacant
armchairs and smiled, that gave him a bit more time to spend with his
Dad before Kirsten arrived back. He sat there and sipped his drink,
having an enjoyable conversation with both his parents for the first
time in ages. Jemma was meant to be in bed but had fallen asleep on the
sofa, her head lying on her Dad’s lap and they had decided to leave her
there. After a while Connor noticed the time was 9.25pm; he half
suppressed a yawn, before declaring that he was going to go to bed; it
had been a long day and tomorrow was going to be equally busy with
Jemma’s party. He said goodnight to his Mum and gave her a hug, and
half-hugged his Dad, trying hard not to awaken Jemma from her peaceful
looking slumber before heading back upstairs to his room. As he closed
the door behind him he gave a whoop of delight; for the first time
since his punishment had began he had managed a whole evening at home
without Kirsten’s manipulative attentions.
He got himself ready for bed and was about
to climb in under the duvet when he remembered he had promised to text
Simon. He picked up his mobile and sent Simon a message; “Homework
finished, just going to bed, have managed to avoid Kirsten.” He again
included a smiley face at the end of it.
He had no sooner climbed into bed when he
received a message back; “Well done 4 finishing homework and 4 avoiding
yr sister. Sleep well and txt tomorrow when u r free ... PS enjoy the
party! X”
Connor grinned; “Thanks Simon, I will,” he texted; “Night.”