The Four in the Basement

By Feeling Inspired
feeling.inspired76@yahoo.com

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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. * * * * *

Morgan Williams had always been daddy’s little girl. She was an only child and her daddy loved to make her happy. When she got out of volleyball practice, she had given him a big hug and jumped into the backseat of his SUV.

She had been a little worried that he might be mad at her. Yesterday, she had gotten her first report card of the year back and her grades weren’t as high as usual and the teacher had sent a note saying that she wasn’t paying attention in class.

How was she supposed to pay attention now that she, at 13 years of age, had gotten her first boyfriend, Josh? However, her daddy didn’t seem mad when he climbed into the car, so she put her head down and got caught up on all the texts that had built up while she was in practice.

She was totally lost in her virtual world, so when the car stopped, she expected to be at home. However, when she looked up, she wasn’t at her house. “Where are we, Dad?”

“We’re visiting your friend, Rose.”

Morgan thought that was weird because she didn’t know that was what they were doing tonight. Rose was one of her best friends, but she wasn’t dressed. She had her long blonde hair in a ponytail and was in a gray t shirt with her middle school’s mascot on it and very short pink cotton shorts. They were good for practice, but she was a girly girl most of the time and would prefer being dressed nicer. “Why?” she asked.

“Oh, we are doing something special,” Daddy answered mysteriously.

Morgan and her dad went inside, and she was again surprised to see not just Rose’s parents but also Mr. and Mrs. Birmingham, who were the parents of her friends Jake and Willow.

Her dad told her to go down to the basement where the den was as he could talk to the adults. She went downstairs and saw Rose, Jake, and Willow.

Rose O’Connell was in 7^th grade with Morgan. She had red hair with pale skin and a line of freckles from one cheek across the bridge of her nose to the other cheek. She smiled, showing her newly installed braces and hugged her friend when she came down the steps. “Hey, do you know why you guys are all here?”

“I’m still hoping it’s some good surprise,” the 11-year-old Willow said. She had straight brown hair and was in a floral dress that went down to her mid thigh with black leggings underneath.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m worried,” Jake said. He was slightly older than Rose and Morgan at 14 and in 8^th grade. He had blonde hair that he had to flip out of his eyes from time to time. Morgan kind of thought he was cute, but he’d been going to the same babysitter as him since before either of them could remember so it would have been weird to have a crush on him. Besides, she had Josh.

“I don’t know. Daddy won’t tell me,” Morgan said, “I wish I’d had a chance to change before coming over though.

“Oh, your clothes aren’t going to matter much,” a voice said from up the stairs.

“What?” Morgan asked as the adults started to file into the den.

The man who had spoken was Rose’s dad. He was a police officer but was currently in just a blue t shirt and cargo shorts and carrying a small plastic box, though Morgan couldn’t tell what was in it. “I’m about to explain,” Mr. O’Connell said, as Morgan’s dad, Rose’s mom, and the Birminghams walked down, “The four of you should sit on the couch.”

The children complied and the adults stood in front of them. Morgan was worried, Mr. O’Connell’s comment about her clothes not mattering was faintly ominous and all the parents’ faces were grim. After a few moments of silence, she finally squeaked, “What’s wrong?”

The parents looked at each other before Rose’s dad started talking again, “I don’t know if you guys have heard any rumors at school, but the government’s Taking Back Control initiative has been legalized in our county.”

Jake gasped but Morgan and the other girls didn’t know what that meant.

“What’s that?” Rose finally asked.

“It’s a set of laws that enables parents and courts to take care of troublesome behavior in juveniles. Us parents have been talking and we’ve seen some actions we would like to end before you all get in real trouble, so we are going to give all four of you a taste tonight.”

“What?” Jake exclaimed, “No you’re not we haven’t done anything!”

“Yes, you have, young man,” Mr. Birmingham, “You can’t just yell at an adult like that. Same for you, Willow. Your mom has been telling me that you haven’t been listening to her directions.

Morgan still didn’t know what was going on, but figured it had to do with her declining grades. Nobody had said what the law allowed parents to do.

However, Jake must have known because he yelled, “But I can’t get naked in front of girls!”

Panic coursed through Morgan as Willow’s and Rose’s eyes shot open at the suggestion.

“Yes, you will and there are other things, too,” his dad answered him, “Mr. O’Connell has been attending seminars for the police about how to carry out these sentences and you’re going to listen to everything he or any of us say tonight.”

“But what did I do, Dad?” Rose squeaked. Morgan knew that she always got really quiet when she was scared or anxious.

“Honey, we know about the candy you have hidden in your room. Your mother and I have told you repeatedly that you can’t do that with your braces. You have to listen to your parents.”

Morgan finally said something, “But Daddy, why would you let this happen to me?’

“Pumpkin, your grades are slipping so I’m doing this for your own good.”

Morgan knew her fate was sealed when he spoke quietly like that. On the few occasions she had gotten in trouble, her mother would scream at her, but Daddy would just calmly explain why she was in trouble.

“Let’s get started. Tonight, is going to take a while,” Mr. O’Connell said, “Rose you’re going to be first. Stand up and face your friends, then take all your clothes off.”

“Dad, please. Don’t make me do this.”

“Get started or I’ll take them off for you.”

Morgan watched as her friend stood up and faced them. She closed her eyes and started to unbutton her blouse. It fell away revealing her tan bra and she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them off. Her legs were long and slender, and freckles covered her arms, shoulders, and legs. Her panties were blue with yellow sunflowers on them. She reached behind her back and let her bra fall off. Her tits were developing, and judging by her mother, she would be well endowed one day, however now they were A cups with pale pink nipples. One trembling hand crossed over her chest and the other went to her waistband.

“No covering!” Rose’s dad ordered, “Both hands on those cute little panties.”

“Dad!” Rose whispered, “You’re not supposed to say things like that.”

“You’re supposed to follow directions. Now hurry up. Lots to do tonight.”

Rose’s hands slipped the elastic over her hip bones and stepped out of them as they fell to the floor. She had a patch of red hair above her slit and wispy hair on her lips, proving that she had entered puberty. Morgan couldn’t help but stare and she noticed that Willow and Jake were staring too.

“Jake, stop it,” Rose said.

“No, look as much as you like. That’s part of the punishment,” Mr. O’Connell answered, “Besides, you’ll get to look at him, too.”

Rose’s mom placed a metal chair behind her daughter. “Now honey,” she said, “Sit on the edge of the chair.”

Rose complied, her knees still together, though not for long. Her mom kneeled next to her and guided her legs apart allowing her friends to stare at her womanhood. “I see you have a growing bush down there and I’m sure it’s going to grow back, but I’m going to shave it off now.”

“What?” she whispered hoarsely.

“Yes, honey, bad kids don’t get to hide their privates tonight.”

“Pussy!” Mrs. Bermingham interjected.

“Susan is right,” Mr. O’Connell said, “Sexualized language is suggested.”

“Right, right,” Rose’s mom said to herself, “I’m going to shave your pussy hair so everyone can see those juicy lips.”

Rose’s mouth dropped when her mother spoke like that, but she was shocked into compliance. From the plastic box came wet wipes, shaving cream, and a razor. Mrs. O’Connell worked quickly and in a couple minutes she was wiping off Rose’s slit with a towel. She was completely bare now, with no evidence of her adulthood left between her legs.

“What do you think, honey,” Rose’s mom said as she stood up.

Rose couldn’t answer and just stared with wet eyes at her mother.

“Answer your mother. Be respectful.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Too bad. It does a mother good to see her little girl look so young again.”

“Ok, Rose,” Mr. O’Connell said, “You can sit back on the couch. We will get back to you in a minute. Who’s next?”

The cop turned toward his fellow parents. Morgan was terrified. Her best friend was sitting completely nude next to her and she could be next. Even if she wasn’t next then her time was coming soon. She watched as the parents debated who was next.

Finally, her dad stood up and took center stage as Mr. O’Connell moved back, “Morgan, it’s your turn.”

Morgan wanted to be a good girl, that was how she was raised. Maybe that would make all this go faster, but she really didn’t want to get up. Her legs were locked up as she feared exposing herself. She had never even heard of Taking Back Control, so she didn’t even know this was in the realm of possibility, much less at this very second in Rose’s den.

“Please get up, Pumpkin,” her dad urged.

“Be more forceful,” Mr. O’Connell suggested.

“Young lady, stand up now!”

Morgan couldn’t stand to make her dad angry with her so, with all her might she overcame her frozenness and walked to where Rose has stripped.

“Now I want you completely naked in one minute. Go!” Daddy said.

Trembling, Morgan’s arms crossed in front of her and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She had on the black sports bra that she had bought when she made the volleyball team. It zipped in the front and she decided to rip off the band aid, doffing it and showing her friends her boobs. They were bigger than Rose’s which gave her some confidence that she was the most developed girl in the room as there was no way the 11-year-old had bigger breasts yet. She had pink nipples and sizeable areolas that sometimes she was self conscious about, but mostly she knew they just meant she was becoming more of a woman. Her boobs were growing so that they pointed to the sides, which she didn’t like either, but her bra made them look normal. She wished she could keep it on so people didn’t see her east-westies. While she worried about that, she quickly pulled off her white ankle high socks and then pulled down her pink shorts. Her underwear was yellow with white trim with a little bow above her mound. However, soon it was on the floor and she stood completely starkers in front of the friends with only her soon to be removed pubic hair protecting her most private place.

What she hated the most was that it was Jake who got to see her naked before her new boyfriend, Josh, had gotten the opportunity. She didn’t want to get the reputation of a slut, but she was looking forward to letting Josh touch her under her shirt or maybe to flash him her butt.

“Turn around, Pumpkin, show your cute body to the grown ups,” her dad ordered. She turned and all of the adult’s eyes were glued to her chest and slit. She wished they would at least try to look her in the eye, but they just chose to drink in her figure. “You are gorgeous, Pumpkin,” her dad told her, pointing to the chair.

Morgan sat on the metal chair and waited to soon be rendered hairless. She opened her legs for him, and he rubbed a wet washcloth over her mound and lips and then spread white shaving foam over her. The scraping of the metal scared her as there was the risk of him cutting her, but her daddy loved her, and he was very gentle. Still, it was the strangest thing she’d ever experience to have his hands between her legs, rubbing over her now sensitive skin, making sure he hadn’t missed anything.

“Ok, you’re all done. Sit next to Rose on the couch while Willow and Jake get cleaned up by their parents,” her dad told her.

As she sat down, she gave a worried look at Rose, who seemed to be taking it much worse. She was usually so pale, but her face and chest were glowing red from embarrassment.

Willow and Jake’s mom was now standing in front of them, “Alright, let’s have some variety, Jake it’s your turn. Get up and get naked like your friends. Hurry up!”

“But Mom,” Jake said, “This can’t be legal. I haven’t broken a law so it’s not even like a judge ordered it.”

“Jake Birmingham! Stand up right now and listen to your mother,” his dad answered angrily.

“I assure you this is very legal,” Rose’s dad added, “Kids in this county are lucky it didn’t get implemented earlier, obviously.”

“Definitely, now get up and get that wiener out,” his mom said.

“Mom, do you have to say wiener?” Jake whined as he got up.

The adults laughed. “We’ll see if it’s a little boy wiener or a cock here in a second,” his dad joked.

Scowling, Jake pulled off his blue t-shirt and proved that he had the faint growing of chest hairs between his small nipples and some hair underneath his arms. When his arms reached down to the button on his jeans, Morgan realized there was something straining the fabric of his jeans. He had a boner! She’d never seen a boner before now and she was both embarrassed and curious about it. Quickly he was down to his gray boxer-briefs and with a last look at his parents, hoping for a last second pardon, he let them drop to the floor. His erect penis was four inches long and his balls were tight underneath his penis. His privates were haloed with blondish brown hair.

“I think that’s a cock,” his dad confirmed, “Although it’s about to be more of a wiener when all that hair is gone.”

The adults all laughed even more as he sat down in the chair and his mom manhandled his moving it around so she could get the razor to its target. In a few minutes, she was done. He was hairless, but he didn’t really look like a little boy with his cock erect the way he was. Morgan still stared at it, amazed to get to examine it so closely and for so long.

“I don’t think we have time to shave his leg, but maybe his chest and pits?” his mom asked, looking at Rose’s dad.

“It’s whatever you want to do,” Mr. O’Connell confirmed, “You’re in control now.”

She scraped the razor over his chest, removing his wispy man hairs and then ordered him to raise his arms over his head. He just grimaced as she applied the shaving cream and all of his hair fell to the floor. His experience was so bad, that he even lost his hard on. When he sat back on the couch, his dick hadn’t shrunk completely but wasn’t at full mast either.

Willow knew it was her turn now and had pulled her knees up to her chest and was hiding her face.

“That’s not a very lady like way to sit,” her dad said, “But I guess that won’t matter much longer. Hurry up and get undressed.”

“Daddy, I can’t. It’s just too much.”

“I can be mean if I have to be, but you could just be a big girl like your friends, Rose and Morgan.”

Willow looked at them from behind her knees. Morgan wasn’t sure if she should say anything. It was going to happen no matter what, but she didn’t want to lie and say it was easy.

“Besides,” her dad continued, “We want to compare how far along you are in puberty.”

Morgan frowned, but she didn’t know if Willow even knew what that meant. She wondered if Mr. Birmingham was trying to be nice or if he was secretly trying to make it worse like he had before with the wiener joke.

“Daddy, that makes it worse. I don’t think I’ve started puberty.”

“Come on, Willow. That makes it better. You have less to hide. Hurry up. Or I’ll do it for you.”

“Come on Willow, that would be worse,” Jake said, encouraging his sister.

Willow was silent for a second, but then she nodded as she got up and got in position. She pulled her long-sleeved floral dress off over her head and she was completely topless. Her breasts hadn’t budded yet and her niplets were pale pink.

“Absolutely nothing there yet, isn’t it?” Willow’s mom said from behind her, “I would have noticed since I put her in the bathtub every night.”

“Moooommmmm,” she whined, not liking the admission that she doesn’t bathe herself.

“Oh, it’s ok to be a little girl, Willow,” her dad said, “Trying to act like you’re in charge is what got you in trouble. You have to follow directions. Keep going.”

Willow lifted her feet behind her and pulled off her short pink socks and then pulled off her black leggings. Underneath there were only light blue panties with cartoon princesses on it.

Morgan guessed that was one reason she didn’t want to get undressed. She would have been mortified to have on such little girl underwear in front of her friends.

Quickly, though, she let them fall to the floor baring all of her nearly pre-pubescent glory to the room. The only hint of adultness she had were light wispy hair on her labia.

“Thank you. I know all of us are enjoying the sight of your tight little body,” Willow’s dad said, eliciting a grimace, “Please sit on the chair so I can inspect you for any hair.

“Oh, it looks like you’re in the clear,” he said, after she spread her legs while sitting on the edge of the chair, “But I better check.”

Morgan hated how fake he was sounding. Surely, he saw her pubic hair. He made a big show of checking under her arms and up her legs until he finally cupped her lips.

“Oh, there it is. Little girls don’t get to have any hair down there when they’re in trouble. Honey,” he said to his wife, “Will you pass the supplies?”

“No, no, no. Don’t I look young enough?” she whined.

“Unfortunately, no,” her dad answered as he cleaned her up, “I’m going to be fair to your friends.”

In a few minutes she was back on the couch next to her friends and the adults were huddling, preparing what was to come.

Mr. O’Connell stepped back to center stage, “The next phase of your punishment is something everybody has to do at once. We want all four of you to masturbate until you cum.”

Morgan was horrified. She had rubbed herself a few times, but she didn’t want her parents to know that. She was always embarrassed even to think about it and now it was going to happen in public.

“And when you are close to cumming then you have to yell that you are having an orgasm,” he continued, “Ready, set, go!”

After a few seconds of shock, Morgan shifted her thighs slightly apart and reached her fingers down, rubbing the outside of her lips. To her side, she could see Rose doing the same and Jake stroking his cock back to full erection. Willow watched Rose and Morgan for a few seconds longer and then copied them, rubbing her vulva with the flat parts of her fingers.

Building up the nerve, Morgan eventually separated her lips, pulling wetness up from her opening to her clitoris. Next to her she saw that Rose was getting into it. The red head’s eyes were closed, and her free hand was inching up her stomach toward her breasts. Morgan thought that was a good idea and, overcoming her shame since her friends were in the same situation, she started to rub her thumb over her nipple which quickly became hard. With a smile she realized it was even an excuse to hide her most private parts.

A few minutes later, Morgan was the first to explode. “Iiiii’mmmm cooooming!” she moaned as an orgasm rumbled through her.

“Oh, oh, me toooo,” Jake announced as he was finished off by the sounds of his friend finishing next to him. White cum shot up onto his stomach and he stopped furiously stroking himself.

Rose’s hand had slowed between her legs with all the excitement, but she redoubled her efforts drawing circles around her clit with two fingers until she was moaning loudly. In between gasps she squeaked out, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Now it was down to just Willow. The smallest girl on the couch obviously had never done this before as her hand had no rhythm and Morgan couldn’t’ even tell if she was spreading her lower lips. And it was getting worse because now she was suffering from insults from the parents.

“No surprise, she can’t come. She’s just a little girl,” her dad sneered.

Morgan thought that was just simply true, but the way he said it she knew that Willow must feel so bad. She thought about trying to give advice, but she didn’t know if that would be allowed plus it would be embarrassing. Teaching an eleven-year-old to masturbate in front of her parents just seemed wrong.

“Let’s give her two more minutes,” her mom suggested, “She is already last and that was the test.”

“Ok, Willow, honey,” her dad said, “If you don’t come in the next two minutes, then I’m going to give you an extra punishment.”

Willow’s brown eyes widened but she didn’t really increase her activity between her legs. Morgan guessed she just didn’t know what to do. Her right hand just made big circles on top of her lips as she copied what the other girls had done, but without any practice Morgan guessed she didn’t know to focus on her button. Morgan just willed her to fake it, how would the adults even know?

The two minutes came and went in tense silence, without even a peep of moaning from the poor girl. “Times up,” her dad announced looking at his watch. He looked to his wife, “We only planned one punishment for her. Any ideas on the second?”

“How about this?” she said, as she leaned over and whispered into his ear.

“Oh, yeah we can do that. It goes with her other punishment,” he answered mysteriously.

The two of them huddled with Mr. O’Connell, who seemed to be the expert and Morgan heard him say, “Yeah, that’s allowed. It will be good and I’m sure we can help you out.”

Willow and Jake’s dad stepped up and continued talking, “The reason we had all of you masturbate, other than to embarrass you . . .”

The adults cut him off with laughter as the kid’s eyes went down to the floor.

“Was to decide who would be punished first. Maybe we should have predicted it, but that means Willow is up first and now she has two punishments. Of course, the rest of you aren’t off the hook and we might need you to participate in each other’s punishments and Jake you’re going to provide what we need to punish your sister.”

“What? How?” Jake answered, initially aggressively, though he tried to control his tone since that was what had got him into this mess.

“We need you to stand up and go over there next to the door,” his dad answered, pointing the sliding glass door that gave the basement access to the back yard, “We need you to masturbate again and make sure your semen lands on the tile instead of the carpet.”

“What?”

“Get to it.”

“But I just came, it will hurt.”

“No buts, that is part of your punishment. I’m sure you can handle it at age 14.”

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jake got up and walked over near the door. There was a rectangle of white linoleum tiles that served as a place to put shoes before walking onto the brown carpet of the rest of the basement.

“But what if someone sees me from outside?”

“No one can see into our backyard,” Mr. O’Connell answered, “And if somebody did see then I would explain the situation. This is all perfectly legal.”

With that, Jake knew he had nowhere to go, and he started rubbing his penis again and shortly it was hard. Morgan didn’t know before now that it hurt boys to masturbate over and over again. She thought boys would just masturbate all day, and she was sure she’d eavesdropped on guys bragging to each other about how much that had cum in a single day. Why would they lie like that?

As Morgan and the Rose continued to be transfixed by Jake, Willow must have been contemplating what was going to happen to her, “Mommy, Daddy, what am I going to have to do?”

“Well, I guess I can tell you your first punishment,” her dad answered, “After he cums, you’re going to lick his semen off of the floor. That’s why he has to be on the tile. We didn’t want you to have to lick the carpet.”

“Eww, gross,” Willow whined.

“Yep, let this be a lesson for you,” her mom responded.

Willow proceeded to continue to complain and attempt to talk herself out of her punishment, but after a couple of minutes, Jake started to groan and in two distinct spurts of his jizz fell onto the tile. His shoulders sagged and he seemed exhausted from his labors. Everyone’s eyes went from him to his little sister.

“Ok, Willow,” her dad said as he took her hand and led her off the couch and over to the glass door. He positioned her so her round butt and bare back were facing the crowd and then he put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down, “Down on your knees, honey.” He wasn’t done yet, the parents had though of every way to embarrass their kids. He put his shoe in between her ankles and gently pushed them apart, “Ok, now bend at the waist and lick it up.”

“But, Daddy, it’s gross and it’s the floor.”

“We sanitized it before you came over,” Mr. O’Connell called from behind them.

“Yep, the floor is clean. Now clean up his cum before it dries,” her dad ordered.

Willow wiggled her shoulder like she was getting herself psyched up and then bent over showing the room her vulva tucked between her legs and her little pink booty hole between her cheeks. Morgan watched as she supported herself on her hands and looked at the little puddle of Jake’s semen on the floor. Hesitantly she leaned over and scooped up his cum with her tongue. It was all over in a just a few seconds, but Morgan knew Willow would forever remember the salty taste and the mortification of showing her friends and parents her genitalia like that.

When she was done, Willow got up and turned around frowning from the taste and from her embarrassment.

“Great job, Willow,” her dad said, “Do you have the glasses, we can prep for her second punishment and Jake’s at the same time?”

“I thought that was my punishment,” Jake said.

“What? Jacking off is not a punishment. You were just helping us with Willow’s punishment and thanks for that. You can have a break now. Your friends Morgan and Rose are going to help us punish you.”

Morgan wondered what the glasses were for, not wanting to guess what was going to happen to Jake. In a moment, Mrs. O’Connell returned from upstairs with three tall square dinner glasses and handed one each to Morgan, Rose, and Willow and Jake’s dad told them what they must do, “The three of you girls each need to pee into the glasses. We can get you water to drink if you want.”

“Ew, gross,” Rose said as Morgan nodded in agreement.

“It’s just pee,” Mrs. Bermingham said, “It’s very natural.”

“Mommy, what are we going to do with it?” Willow asked.

“We’ll tell you when it’s in the glasses,” her mom assured her.

Willow, perhaps already cowed by her first punishment just looked at the glass suspiciously, squatted on the tile, opened her legs, and held the glass in position.

“That’s a good idea,” Mrs. O’Connell said, “Girls go over on the tile so it’s easy to clean up anything that misses the cup.”

Morgan decided to just get on with it. The adults seemed to punish not following directions pretty harshly, so she got up, instinctively holding the glass over her mound.

“No covering, Pumpkin,” her dad reminded her.

She followed directions, blushing. Everyone’s eyes had been on Jake and Willow for a while, so she didn’t like being reminded that her bits were exposed too.

“I don’t have to go,” Rose announced looking at her dad.

“I’ll get you water,” her mom said as she went upstairs.

“Go over there and try while you wait,” her dad said, “Don’t be difficult. I’ll add to your punishment just like Willow.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes as she turned away from the adults and joined Willow and Morgan squatting next to each other.

Her mom returned with three plastic water bottles and put them in arm’s length of the girls. Only Rose drank any, but Willow and Morgan quickly filled their glasses.

Willow was the first, she filled hers up almost to the brim and before she made a mess she stopped and set it down, “Mommy, can I finish in the bathroom. I still have to go.”

Her mom shrugged her shoulders, “Go ahead. You did well. Thank you.”

As Willow scampered to the toilet, Morgan started to relieve herself after a short battle to relax her bladder. Her pee didn’t get up as high as Willow, but it was still a full cup. She stood up and held the warm glass in her hand, noticing that her urine was more yellow than Willow’s. She figured she must be dehydrated from volleyball practice.

Everybody watched as Rose closed her eyes and Morgan imagined she must have been imagining waterfalls or a babbling brook. She couldn’t see her friend’s crotch, but she was struck by her orange and pink freckles that covered Rose’s shoulders, chest, and arms. She’d never seen her friend without any clothes, so it was new and interesting.

“Rose, you have . . .” Mr. O’Connell started.

“Shh, shh. I’m almost there,” Rose said as Morgan heard a stream tinkle against the glass. In a few seconds she had half filled the glass declaring, “That’s all I got. I’m sorry.”

Then she made a big mistake, and, without thinking, she tried to stand up from her squatting position, but she was clumsy. She accidentally kicked the full glass of Willow’s pee that was still sitting on the floor! To her credit she caught it quickly, but half of it had spilled out onto the floor before anybody knew what had happened. “I’m so sorry. So sorry. So sorry.”

Mr. O’Connell, his face cross, walked over and collected everybody’s glasses and set them up on a table and with a towel that the adults must have had ready he started to wipe up the mess.

“What happened?” Willow asked as she returned from the bathroom.

“Rose kicked over your glass,” her brother told her.

Willow looked upset, “I don’t have any more pee. It’s all in the toilet!”

“That’s ok, honey,” Mr. Bermingham said, looking at the glasses, “There’s plenty for your and Jake’s punishments.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, Rose,” Mr. O’Connell said, confirming what Morgan feared, “You’re going to get a second punishment for making a mess, nearly ruining the Berminghams’ punishment, and for shushing me. You cannot shush adults!”

“But, Dad, it was an accident!”

“Don’t raise your voice. This is what your mother and I are worried about. The correct answer is, ‘Yes, sir’.”

At first Rose, kept scowling, but eventually she lowered her eyes and stared at her feet as she realized her hopeless position, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Good, that right there is why we are doing this tonight. It will be worse if the courts order you to be punished. We are trying to keep all of you from going down that line,” Mr. O’Connell said, as all the other adults nodded.

Morgan looked at her dad as she listened. He looked steadfast but kind of sad as their eyes met. She was happy they weren’t looking lower as she was again reminded of her nakedness.

“Ok, back to Willow and Jake,” he concluded, looking at their parents.

“Willow first,” her dad said, picking up her glass of pee, “You have to drink this.”

Madison, Rose, and Jake groaned, but Willow just stared in shock.

“Is that even safe?” Jake asked.

“Yes, it is,” Mr. O’Connell answered, “Urine is safe to drink as long as you do it quick.”

Willow reached out and took the glass of her own piss, now, luckily, not as full as when she left for the toilet. She smelled it and wrinkled her nose.

“Go on, this is for your own good,” her dad said.

Morgan winced as Willow put the glass to her lips and let a trickle run into her mouth. She let half the liquid into her mouth and put the glass down and, with a lot of obvious effort, forced herself to swallow.

“Yck,” she said sticking her tongue out as she stared at the glass. After a few deep breaths she upended the glass and finished it. When she was done, she couldn’t hold a straight face, like she was always smelling something terrible.

“Good job, honey,” her dad said, “Now you’re the first one to finish. Are you going to be a bad girl anymore?”

“No.”

“And you’re going to listen to your parents?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, you still might have to help during other people’s punishments. But for now, you just get to watch,” he said indicating a place among the adults. Morgan would have preferred to be with the kids, rather than surrounded by the grown ups, especially still naked.

Jake’s mom stepped up and handed the glasses of pee back to the two girls. Morgan’s stomach dropped as she feared that she would have to do the same thing as Willow but told herself that didn’t make sense. “You girls are going to dump this over Jake’s head. He’s gotten a little high and mighty, so we are going to treat him like your toilet. How does that, sound?”

The girls were silent as they took back the glasses.

“Answer your elders,” Mr. O’Connell said to his daughter.

“Same for you Morgan,” her dad said.

“Um, yeah, sounds good,” Rose answered.

“Yeah,” Morgan said, knowing that she had to agree.

“Now sit criss-cross apple sauce on the towel,” Mrs. Birmingham said, pointing to the center of the tile. After Jake complied, grimacing from sitting on the already soiled towel, she said, “Now each of you girls on either side of him. Now Jake, you can close your eyes, but you have to keep your mouth open. Actually, mouth open and tongue out.”

Jake’s mom stepped back and let everyone take in the scene of her naked son, flanked by two naked thirteen-year-old girls about to dump glass of their own piss on his head. “Ok, Morgan, you first.”

Morgan looked down at the top of Jake’s head, but his eyes were looking up at her. She tried to communicate apologies as she tipped the glass and let a stream of the yellow liquid hit his bangs and start to run down his face. A good amount hit his tongue and he recoiled but kept it out and the rest ran off his chin, some running down his neck and chest and some dribbling from his chin down to his thighs and soft penis.

“Thanks, Morgan. Rose, go ahead.”

Rose wasn’t as careful as Morgan, maybe she was still upset from spilling the glass, but she dumped her piss in one motion over his head so that it dribbled over his face and down the back of his neck. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” she said, thinking she’d made a mistake.

“Oh, that’s fine,” Jake’s mom said, “We wanted every part of him to get a little bit of it. Jake, how did it feel?”

“Ugh, terrible,” he said as he scraped his tongue with his finger.

“Good, I hope you’ll think twice before talking back to us, or any other adult.”

“Oh, I will. I don’t want that to happen again.”

Morgan thought he sounded like a kiss ass, but what else was he supposed to say in this situation? He was covered in other people’s piss and his parents had total control over whether it would get worse. There was only one answer to their question.

“Rose, it’s your turn now,” Mr. O’Connell said, “Let’s go back to the couch.”

Everyone reconvened where they had all stripped off their clothes. Willow, Jake, who had been allowed to wipe off with a new, clean towel, but still emanated a slight odor, and Morgan sat on the couch and Rose stood in front of them with her dad standing next to her.

“We’re actually going to do your extra punishment first,” the broad-shouldered police officer said. He spoke to the assembled parents now, “This punishment doesn’t seem like much, but apparently girls about her age hate it. I’m going to determine her Tanner Stage. Do you know what that is, honey?”

Rose shook her head nervously.

“It’s a scale that measures what level of puberty you’re at. I’d bet that you’re not as grown up as you think you are.” Mr. O’Connell pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen. “Ok,” he continued, “For females, there are two things that we are looking at which are breast development and pubic hair growth. Unfortunately, we just shaved all of her pussy hair off, but I’m sure we can do that from memory. What do you think, love?”

Mrs. O’Connell, who had shaved her daughter, nodded, “I think I can remember her pussy hair.”

Mr. O’Connell went so he stood behind Rose, “Just keep your hands to your side. I’m going to check your breast development.”

“Dad,” Rose said plaintively, “Can’t Mom do it, please?”

“No, no, I’ve been trained. Plus,” he said, turning to the parents, “While it’s not necessary, it is suggested that punishments be done across genders, because it raises the level of embarrassment.”

Turning to the line of kids sitting on the couch, he spoke like a teacher, “I think it’s safe to say she’s not stage one. That would mean that she has no breast growth, which we can all see isn’t true. She’s also definitely past stage two since her tits have grown wider than her nipples. Do we all agree?”

Jake was the first one to catch on. “Y-yes, sir,” he stammered as Morgan and Willow nodded. Morgan felt terrible for her friend but thought it would be more embarrassing to be lower down the stages, so it was ok that she was at least stage three.

“I think it is clear that she is either stage three or stage four for her breast development,” he continued, “The difference between the two is that in stage four her nipples start to protrude. Here let me see.”

Rose shuddered as one of her dad’s hands descended over her chest, rubbing his fingers over her chest. He smiled at the reaction and took the time to pass over both her breasts from every angle.

“What do you think, Rose? Do you think you’re stage three or four?”

She pursed her lips tightly and sniffed before whispering, “Um, I don’t know. Stage three, I guess.”

“Ha, ha. I agree,” he said, “Now on to the other half of girls’ Tanner stages: the hair down there.” Mr. O’Connell looked at his wife and motioned her up with his head, “I’m going to ask you questions, love, about our daughter’s recently removed hair. Are you ready?”

Rose’s mom got up and stood next to her daughter, “Yeah.”

“Alright, again, not stage one because she definitely had hair.”

“Agreed,” Mrs. O’Connell replied.

“Had it gotten up above her lips?” Mr. O’Connell asked.

“Yeah. Open your legs, Rose,” her mom ordered. The red headed girl put her ankles shoulder width apart and pursed her lips again as her mom ran her fingers over her crotch. “She definitely had hair up on her mound. I can still feel the little bumps.”

“Ok, that means that she isn’t stage two. How would you describe the hair? Mostly soft and downy or was it mostly wiry like adult hair?” Mr. O’Connell continued

“Hmm. I’d say it was still mostly soft.”

“Ok, that puts her at Tanner stage three for both breast and hair growth. Do you know what that means, Rose?”

“No, Dad.”

“It means you’re not a grown up, yet, and you have to still listen to your parents.”

“I know, Dad. I promise to listen, can I please be done. I promise to be a good girl for you and Mom.”

“No, that was your extra punishment. You still have the one that was planned from the beginning,” her dad replied, though Morgan thought that her mom was wavering.

Mr. O’Connell must have noticed his wife be unsure, as well, because he spoke to the parents, “I know that these are our babies and this seems mean, but we have to remember that this is for their own good. The rates at which these punishments change children’s behavior for the better is really high.

Morgan saw the parents, including her daddy, nod their heads. She had given up any hope of escaping whatever was coming her way and was mostly just happy to not be the center of attention right now.

“Get that chair,” Mr. O’Connell said, pointing to the chair where the kids had all sat to be shaved. After Mr. Birmingham had placed it back in the center of the room, Mr. O’Connell continued, “Edge of the chair, Rose, just like before. That’s right, now spread your legs wide and give all your friends a good view.”

Reluctantly, Rose followed his orders, and her bare thirteen-year-old pussy was on full display for her friends. Morgan felt herself blush, as even she was embarrassed, she couldn’t begin to imagine how Rose must feel. It got even worse when Rose’s dad spoke again.

“Put your hands down there and open your lips up, show everyone what’s inside.”

When she complied, Morgan tried not to stare and she thought that Jake was also being kind, but the parents weren’t going to allow Rose to get off easy.

“Now, kids,” Rose’s mom said, “You guys have to participate in each other’s punishments. Now take a good look. Jake, not that many fourteen-year-old boys get to see this and Morgan and Willow, it’s useful to see other girl’s privates. It makes you less self-conscious about your own.”

“Yeah, get in close,” Mrs. Birmingham said, “Willow have you ever seen anything like that, before?”

“No, Mommy,” Willow responded.

“Well, when we get home, we will both examine yours in the mirror. It’s good to know your own body.”

Willow nodded as Morgan stared at her friend’s most private places, trying to not get into trouble. Luckily, that seemed to satisfy everyone, and Mr. O’Connell continued.

“One more thing to show everybody. Rose, I’m going to insert a speculum into your vagina so everyone can look inside.”

“Ugh, no, please don’t Dad,” she said, sounding scared.

“No whining!” he said forcefully, “You’ve done good so far following directions. Don’t start now.” Like he often did, he spoke to the parents, educating them, “Now I wouldn’t do this to a girl who might have a hymen. It has nothing to do with purity or virginity, but that would hurt, and she might bleed. However, I know that Rose broke hers riding a horse when she was eight. If I wanted to do something like this to a girl who still had her hymen, I might put the speculum in her butt, or if you’re set on vaginal entry then if you’re really careful, it is possible to retain the hymen, if you’re really careful. Pass the box over here.”

Morgan didn’t really know what a speculum was, but she’d figured out it was something that was about to go up Rose’s vagina. Mr. Birmingham passed the box of supplies to Mr. O’Connell, who fished out the tool. It was metal and in the shape of an L, maybe four inches on one leg and shorter on the other. Morgan eyed it trying to decode how it worked and finally realized when Rose’s dad pinched one end together and the other spread apart. Morgan thought that it looked like it would hurt, and she felt terrible for Rose.

Rose’s dad knelt down to the side of his daughter so her friends could see what he was doing. With the speculum closed, he slid the metal device into the pink hole that she opened for him with her fingers. She winced and sucked in breath through her teeth as he worked it in, sliding it partially out and back in as he lined the angle up correctly.

When it was in, he pinched the ends together and her hole opened up as the bills of the device held her open for all to see. Mr. O’Connell’s hand covered her for a second as he manipulated the device, but when he was done the speculum stayed open without his help and he stepped away.

“So, who wants to look inside my daughter?” he asked, nonchalantly looking at the kids and then the adults.

Morgan thought it was bizarre to see Rose’s slit spread open by the metal contraption penetrating her and had no desire to make it even worse for her friend.

“Come on, Willow and Jake,” their mom said motioning them to stand up.

Willow got up first as Rose’s dad pulled his phone out and turned on the flashlight, handing it to the naked eleven-year-old.

“You too, Morgan,” her dad said, finally forcing her to join in the humiliation. Morgan got up and joined the queue behind Jake.

Willow knelt between Rose’s legs and shined the flashlight into Rose’s wide-open hole. She didn’t talk while looking inside, instead just trying to look interested until she got up and handed the phone to her brother.

Jake knelt and did the same thing his sister did, quietly looking inside of his friend’s most private secret. “So that’s what’s inside there,” he mumbled as he got up and finally it was Morgan’s turn.

She felt guilty as she approached her friend. The first thing she noticed was the smell. It didn’t smell bad, but it was something that Morgan had never smelled before and she wondered if she smelled like that too or if everyone was unique. As she pointed the light into her friend’s vagina, she realized the light didn’t really allow her to see much. It was still shadowy, though Morgan could tell it was a darker shade of pink than Rose’s outside and it wasn’t as deep as she would have guessed.

When she thought she’d looked long enough to not get in trouble, she stood up and gave the phone back to Mr. O’Connell. He looked at the adults who all politely shook their heads, and he shrugged his shoulders, “Well, Rose, it looks like you’re all done.” He again descended toward his daughter’s vulva and carefully closed the speculum and pulled it out, “You can go back to the couch.”

Rose quickly snapped her legs closed and returned to sit between Willow and Morgan.

“I hope that was educational for the three of you,” Mr. O’Connell said, “And, Rose, I hope that taste of these new punishments will put you on your best behavior.”

“Yes, sir,” Rose answered meekly, her eyes looking down.

Mr. O’Connell looked at Morgan’s dad, who stepped toward the center of the room, “Alright, Morgan, it’s finally your turn.” He sat down in the metal chair and motioned with his finger, “Come here.”

Morgan wondered what was to be her fate as she approached him. He grabbed her and moved her, so she stood at his right knee and then he slapped his thighs, “Over my lap, Pumpkin. Your punishment is going to be a very special spanking.”

Morgan felt tears come to her eyes as she placed herself over his lap. He pushed and pulled her into the position he wanted her. Her hip bones were on his right knee and her rib cage was on his left knee. Her feet were on the ground and her head her breasts hung down. There wasn’t an obvious place to put her hands, so she put them on the ground.

There was motion above her as her dad was handed something which he put in front of her face. It was a jar, like something baby food came in, but there was no label. “This,” he said, “Is a special paste that burns when it touches sensitive areas. Now, open your mouth.”

Morgan was scared, but she obeyed. She had seen too much tonight to think she was going to escape anything. She opened her mouth, and after a few seconds, his finger, with a small dollop of yellowish-brown paste touched her tongue. It didn’t burn immediately, but in a few seconds, there was a hot tingling sensation all over her mouth as her tongue spread it everywhere and she felt the burn even into her sinuses.

“Now what makes this a very special spanking is I’m going to put this ginger paste in your asshole and,” he hesitated, “On your cunt.”

Morgan’s eyes shot wide open. She should have guessed when he had said sensitive places, but it just hadn’t computed. She started to wiggle her hips as her body finally started to resist, but she felt her dad’s strong left arm hold her down and his right arm slide down from the small of her back to her girlish places.

She felt his hand spread her thighs and then touch her lips. With two fingers, he separated her hairless lips and grazed her slit. “Hold still, Pumpkin,” he said calmly.

Morgan’s body tensed, but she tried not to move, frozen by the tone that he always used when he was serious, and she was in trouble. His right hand left her privates for a moment and she knew he was dipping them into the jar of ginger paste. She held her breath as he started to spread the goop on her pussy. First, he touched her clit with two fingers and then ran his fingers in between her lips down to her opening. After going back and forth up and down her folds, she felt his hand return to the jar.

At first it just felt thick and kind of oily, but as his hand returned between his legs the tingling had started. He focused on the entrance to her vagina, now, running a finger the edge before plunging it into her quim. It hurt to be penetrated for the first time today and she gasped. “Pumpkin, don’t pretend this is the first time. Your mother and I know you’ve been using that hairbrush to fuck yourself.”

Morgan was in shock. She was sure that she’d kept that hairbrush well hidden. What else did her parents know? Had they been searching her room?

Her daddy spent a good amount of time inside her, depositing the paste. Even before he was done the tingling had turned to stinging like bad sunburn in her most private place. Tears were in her eyes already when he reloaded his fingers and started to touch her pink bum hole. When he forced a knuckle into her, it was the first time it had ever been violated. Morgan started to beg now, “Please, Daddy, that’s enough. Just spank me. I’ll be better. I promise.”

She didn’t know if her pleas had been heard or if he was always going to stop then, but he pulled out of her ass and wiped any remaining ginger on her thigh. With no warning his hand came down on her ass cheeks. She hadn’t been spanked in years and she couldn’t remember if her daddy had ever spanked her. She wailed as his big hand and man strength assaulted her ass.

The burning between her legs was almost an afterthought. The pain from the blows cut through that constant stinging, but the ginger did have one terrible side effect. With every spank, instinctively, she tensed, tightening the muscles in her backside. And that made the stinging even worse! A split second after each spank it was like a hot iron touched her clit, her labia, in her vagina, and in her rectum and then the pain would retreat. She couldn’t even get used to it as each spike was separate from each other.

She didn’t know how long it lasted. She just knew that by the end she had lost every shred of dignity in front of her friends. She had cried and kicked and screamed and her womanly parts had been used against her. That was the worst part. She’d thought she’d been growing up. She had gotten a boyfriend and had her period and was exploring her body and then in just a few minutes her nethers were on fire and she was bawling like an infant.

She didn’t even remember being allowed off her father’s knee and going to the bathroom where she cleaned the ginger paste off the best she could. All she could think about was how the punishments were meant to degrade and humiliate her and her friends. Willow had had to lick up her brothers cum like a whore and then drink piss. Jake had been made to jack off and had his dick laughed at by the adults and then had been treated like a toilet. Then they made a big show with Rose about how she wasn’t grown up yet and then they’d taken every bit of privacy from her. Every teenager should have some privacy, but they treated her like a child, totally controlled by her parents.

When she came out, she finally saw her and her and her friends how they were. They had all been humbled. She sat back on the couch, unable to look her friends in the eye, and listened to the adults celebrate how well the night had gone. Mr. O’Connell gave a speech, telling the kids that this was a warning and to stay out of trouble. His closing remarks made it even more clear, and Morgan knew everything was about to change. Unfortunately for her and her friends, the parents were back in control.

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