Exam Season

By Edwap

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Exam time

My name is Ollie. I attend an independent school in Cornwall, in the South West of the UK. I am 14 years old and am just about to start the second year of 5 (Year 10) in the senior school. Before the Summer break, we had the main exam season of the year. Students in Year 11 were taking their GCSE exams; and those in Year 13, A Levels and IB exams. Years 9,10 and 12 have also had end of year internal exams to track their progress. IB exams were taken daily over 3 weeks soon after we returned from the Easter break, then there were 3 weeks of internal exams – one for each year group – followed by GCSE and A Level exams every day over the following 7 weeks, apart from a one week mid term break. For those readers who do not live in the UK, Year 11 is for 16 year olds and GCSEs mark the first formal, national qualifications taken and Year 13 is 18 year olds who take national exams before attending university or entering the workplace.

As I am 14, I felt that I knew best as most teens my age do. Moving to the senior school gave me the chance to interact with older students and so I really did think I was all that. I excel at sport, particularly Football, Hockey and Cricket. I spend a reasonable amount of time in the gym each week. The girls, and some of the boys, tell me that I am good looking. All in all, I felt big and important and as the year went on, I started getting into more and more trouble, my studies seemed to get less and less important. Over the Easter break, my behaviour at home reflected my self important view. I thought I knew better than my parents, and certainly my younger sister. Looking back, I can see that I was rude and arrogant, but at the time, it just felt like I was right and that I did know more than them. My father warned me several times that I needed to sort myself out or I would regret it. I felt invincible, though, and just ignored him. Toward the end of the break, I didn’t even get home when I was supposed to; instead hanging out with the older boys and girls until the early hours of the morning. I loved it – the feeling of importance, the feeling that the ‘in crowd’ of older students wanted to hang out with me, I was surely top dog in Year 9, and certainly enjoyed the attention from the girls – both older and my own age.

The school had a strange tradition. It had apparently started many years ago – those students taking exams, as in any school, felt that the exam season was hard going and those in the exam hall were the most under pressure, the busiest & most stressed in the school, in many ways the unluckiest and worst treated at the time. In order to help, the school introduced the weirdest strategy to help those taking exams to feel a bit better. In every exam, one Year 9 boy would stand at the front of the exam hall, hands on their head, stark bollock naked. Therefore, the students taking the exam were no longer the ones in the worst position in the school – the naked boy was clearly in a worse position than anyone taking the exam. The theory goes that as they know that someone is being treated worse than them, that someone is feeling the pressure more than them, that someone is on show and even more uncomfortable than them; it helps them to feel a bit less stressed and so perform better in their exams. A visual reminder, I suppose, that there is always someone in a worse position than you are. And, it seems to work. I don’t know the psychology behind it, or if it is coincidence or a self-fulfilling prophecy, but our school’s results are consistently amongst the highest, not just in the area but in the country. It is a non-selective school but our results rival and surpass those schools that are highly selective. In the bygone era where children had fewer rights, every year 9 boy was expected to support their older classmates by ‘taking the hit’ for at least one exam sitting. They were helping members of their community, as younger boys would help them in future years. It has always been a co-ed school, but only boys were expected to expose themselves, girls never have been. Most schools have their oddities and traditions, this was just an extreme one. Everyone who signed up to come to the school knew of the tradition, perhaps a small price to pay for the promise of better results?

However, in more recent years, with the increased focus on children’s rights, safeguarding, woke-ism; the school has had to make it optional for Year 9 boys to participate rather than expecting all to do it. By all accounts, it was getting harder and harder to find boys willing to do it. Fewer parents were happy to go with it. Each year group has about 90 boys and 50 girls in it. Last year, there were apparently only 20 boys willing to strip. Another 3 were made to as part of the school’s discipline policy. However, for the first time since the policy was introduced, no-one took part in the Friday afternoon exam tradition, which I will come onto later; and the year before only 1 Friday was completed traditionally.

Anyway, I had absolutely no intention of standing naked at the front of the exam hall. Yes, I was considered to be one of the best (if not the best) looking boys in the year group; but that did not mean that I wanted to get my tackle out, even though it was my older friends taking exams. I would happily laugh at the younger boys in a couple of years’ time and be quietly grateful for their service to me when I took exams, but I was not going to expose myself like that. I suppose this is the issue with making it optional. It will undoubtedly die out and one of the things that makes my school unique will be gone. I also had absolutely no expectation of my parents allowing me to do so anyway.

In any case, let’s get back to the end of the Easter break. My behaviour was awful. Arrogant, rude, ungrateful. A brat basically. I felt important and, looking back, it was clear that I needed to be taken down a peg or two. A letter came out to the 90 Year 9 boys of which I am one, asking who would be willing to strip off to support the older students this year. I was not concerned, I genuinely didn’t think that my parents would give permission.

When we got back to school, I was in for a shock. I really didn’t see it coming. In the first assembly of the term, the Headmaster read out the names of all the boys who had agreed to support the older students. As an incentive, those who had agreed to help out and keep the tradition alive were going to be taken out for the day to Alton Towers (an amazing theme park in the UK). That had worked – 67 names were read out. I scoffed internally – 67 of my peers were going to strip off just to help the older kids. There were enough boys so that they would have to cover 1 or 2 exam sittings each – 15 days of IB exams am and pm; 35 days of GCSE and A Level exams am and pm. I was surprised, but pleased in a way that the school tradition was going to be upheld, however weird it was. If it really did make a difference, I hoped that there would be some younger boys to help me in a couple of years’ time.

I was lost in my own thoughts, not least that the boy either side of me was on the list, when he started talking about the pupils who were going to be forced into naked time part of the school’s discipline policy. Time stood still when my name was the only name read out. The whole world seemed to stop moving. This was certainly not part of the plan. Several pupils turned round to look at me; I just knew that they were salivating at the thought of seeing me naked. It was easy – I would just stay at home any day that I was picked. Things were about to get worse, however, when I was called up the stage. I could feel the intensity of eyes staring at me as I slowly walked to the stage. I was in shock.

“I have some excellent news. Young Oliver here will be a particularly special part of this year’s exam season. When I telephoned his parents to discuss his behaviour record, they suggested that he should be the exam boy every afternoon; and further that he will offer his services for the special Friday afternoon tradition every week, if no-one else is willing to do it. Further, they want him to cover all of the internal exams, I think that is the first time that has happened. His place on the Alton Towers trip will be given to whichever boy in Year 9 that has the best exam results but did not volunteer – Oliver will have a final surprise to look forward to on that day. To make sure that he fully participates, they have asked that his scholarship be tied to his adequate completion; and they have removed his possessions at home, he will only get them back after fully joining in. As no-one else had agreed to the traditional Friday afternoon post-exam ritual, Oliver will do every one and as he is doing every afternoon, everyone else whom I have already read names out of will only need to complete one morning session – and we can double up for a few morning exams so that everyone who volunteered gets to take part, or keep some in reserve as cover as needed.
Now, Oliver’s parents have also asked for your help. Every one of you. While he is naked, he is not to cover himself up at all, please report it to me every time you see it with a time, we have set up a special email address for you to report them to. Also, I will put a collection box near the main entrance. Please may you think of punishment challenges for him to complete.”

There was a collective gasp. Then chatter amongst both the student and staff body. Never before had anything like this happened. Now, let me explain the traditional Friday afternoon activity. The poor sods who had been selected for Friday afternoon slots would, after standing naked at the front of the exam hall, be tied for a period of at least 2 hours at the end of the exam to give the people who had sat an exam that week to sort their heads out if an exam had not gone well – the hapless boy could be used in any way an exam student needed for example if they were upset or frustrated that an exam had not gone well, they could take that frustration out by spanking or belting the Year 9; or if they just wanted to celebrate the end of the week. Whatever the motivation, anyone who had taken an exam that week was entitled to use the boy to help them put the week behind them. The only reason it was at least 2 hours was so that everyone who needed it had time to use it, but very rarely had a boy been tied for over 2 hours. Until a few years ago, it was all just done by random selection and so a small number of boys were just unlucky that they were selected for Friday afternoon; so the kids felt sorry for him and didn’t push it too much. Since the whole thing became optional, it is little wonder that this part of the tradition in particular was being shunned by the Year 9; but here I was being volunteered to do it every week – even for the 3 weeks of internal exams which has never happened before. I was facing 50 afternoon sessions for the external exams, 30 sessions (am and pm) of nudity for the internal exams AND 13 sessions of being tied.

I was dumbstruck. This could not be happening to me. ME! The star of Year 9. The most popular boy in school. The sports jock. The one others swooned over and wanted to emulate. The one who was treated like he was older than he was. I didn’t hear anything else the Headmaster said as I stood there. I was too much in shock and was planning ways to make my parents withdraw their permission.

After the assembly finished, you can imagine the number of times I was asked about the announcement. I could not, of course, show any weakness so brushed it off, “Of course you’re interested, you’ve been wanting to see my cock for years,”; “Of course it is me who’s doing that, its only because everyone wants to see my body,”; “Grow up, it’s just a body.” And similar.
Inside, however, I was devastated.

I didn’t really concentrate on my lessons that day. When school finished, I made sure to get home as quickly as I could to have this out with my parents. When I got home, Mum was in the kitchen and I still thought I was important, “What in the hell are you and Dad thinking? I hate you! Phone the school right now and tell them it’s not happening.” Mum turned around to face me and just calmly said that she was not going to do anything of the sort. This was not the reaction I was expecting – I was expecting either to be shouted at (most likely) with an argument that followed before she did what I asked; or for her to give in straight away and phone. Calm was not one of the scenarios I was expecting and so I needed a couple of seconds to work out I needed to do next. Dad walked in and told me to go to my room for a few minutes and we could then talk. I stomped off and then I saw the full extent of what the Headmaster meant. Everything, and I mean everything of any use to me, had been removed from my bedroom. Clothes, books, games console, TV, curtains, bedsheets, the door to both my bedroom and the ensuite. There was literally nothing apart from furniture. I sat on my bed and have to admit, I cried a little.

When they came in a few minutes later, I had composed myself and started shouting at them. They were not reacting – you see, they had expected this reaction and wanted me to just get it out of my system. When I stopped shouting, Dad very matter of factly told me that things did need to change. My behaviour had become terrible and they were taking action to rectify. He knew that I would not agree and so for one afternoon only, I could get away with shouting and being cross about it but from the next morning, any such behaviour would be punished.

He went on to outline the regime that we would be living under

I would act as the naked person in the exam hall every afternoon, in the traditional way on a Friday. Also, all day for the internal exams.

I would be expected to catch up on all work missed while in the exam hall. Anything I submitted that was not 100% correct would mean losing boxers for 24 hours plus a punishment challenge to be completed in school.

Unless they were removed, I would only be wearing boxers to bed.

During the Year 9 exam week, I would take my exams naked and any time I was not taking an exam, I would stand at the front in the usual way.

Any time I was given a detention at school, or any of my behaviour was reported to them, there would be naked time at home plus a punishment challenge in school.

If I got into trouble outside of school, there would be naked time at home plus a punishment challenge at home.

Any time I was rude or disrespectful, the Friday conditions would exist at home for a period of no less than 2 hours AND naked time, plus a punishment challenge at home.

Each exam result below 80% would result in naked time at home AND a session of the after exam conditions for at least 2 hours each, plus 2 punishment challenges, 1 in school and 1 at home. They were fed up of paying my school fees and me getting what they saw as poor results

At that time, my possessions were just in storage. At their discretion, if my behaviour warranted it or I was not accepting my punishments, items would be given away so I would not be able to get them back

This new regime would be in place until at least the end of July – over 3 months including the first 4 weeks of the Summer break.

Any ‘unsatisfactory’ effort grades or comments about poor behaviour/lack of effort/lack of focus or similar reports from teachers would mean a session of the after exam conditions, plus 2 punishment challenges.

Whether I was at home, school or anywhere else; if I am naked, there is to be no covering up. It does not matter who else is around. Each incident of covering up that is reported will be totted up. Every time we get to 10, there will be a punishment challenge.

(Just when I thought my self esteem could go no lower) They considered my younger sister to be more grown up than me so she was in charge if no-one else was home, and she was also given the authority to punish me as above ie she could make me get naked or order me to be tied up.

Dad went on to explain that they hoped this regime would teach me to be more respectful, less cocky and help me to remember my place.

I was in shock, obviously, but started shouting and screaming, threatening them with the police and all sorts. They, to their credit, just walked out. I followed, and continued shouting at them but they just ignored me. It is difficult to just keep shouting when you get no response. In time, I stopped and started pleading with them instead, and telling them that I just wasn’t going to comply.

At this point, Dad felt that I was calm enough to engage with. He simply told me that was fine and was my choice. However, without the scholarship, they could not afford to keep sending me there and they would enrol me in Westlake School instead. If I did not follow their rules at home, all of my possessions would be given away immediately. They held all the cards, and it only took me seconds to work that out. The school really does consistently get top results – going there allows you to ‘make it’ in life. The alternative was the run down state school, Westlake – last week, one of the classrooms was set on fire such was the level of disruption from their student body. And, I did believe that they would give all of my stuff away. I didn’t even have any clothes apart from the school uniform I was wearing. They seemed deadly serious, what could I really do?

Mum suggested that I go to my room and consider my options. I slumped on my bed and it really hit home how far I’d fallen. I couldn’t even close my door to cry in peace as the door was not there. With the door to my ensuite gone, I couldn’t even use the toilet privately. No privacy from the outside either as the curtains were gone – why did we have to live in a bungalow? And why does my bedroom have to be next to the pavement? My walls, shelves, wardrobe and drawers had all been stripped clean. I lay there thinking about the choice I had to make. Rough state school and no possessions; or unrelenting nudity in front of my peers and having to tow the line at home. It was an unenviable choice. Then, I started to think about the way I’d been behaving recently. To be honest, I was embarrassed. Even my teenage mind could see how brattish I had been. I hadn’t meant to be, I was just trying to have a good time and got caught up in the joy of being a bit older. I had pushed it too far. I started to wonder if maybe they were right.

When Mum came in a short while later, she asked me what I had decided. I hadn’t really decided what to do until I saw her. She looked sad. Months of my poor behaviour had weighed on her, and I think she was worried I would end up at Westlake. For the first time in months, I was actually thinking about someone else’s needs, and I was also worried about how I would cope at Westlake, and I missed my stuff. I took a deep breath, “OK Mum, let’s do it. I don’t want to go to Westlake. I don’t want to do this either but you haven’t really given me much choice.”

Mum tired to give me a cuddle but I pushed her away. She got up and walked away. I was left on my own considering the prospect of being naked in front of everyone I knew. I looked around the room – and felt sad. My sister, Kate, came into my room giggling. “I am so pleased, and my friends will be too. We won’t get to see you at school, but I guarantee we will at home.”

“Come on Kate, I’m your brother.”

“I know. And you’ve been a total bastard for months. Revenge is sweet, and best served nude!”

I tried reasoning with her but she just laughed and walked away.

I lay on my bed contemplating my new life, and Kate’s conversation. This was going to be hell. Why then was I hard? Oh god! What if I got hard while I was nude? Mum called me for dinner and I headed on to the dining room. Nothing was said about my impending doom over the dinner table, but I made it clear how cross I still was. After dinner, I went back to my room and actually started revising for my upcoming exams. I wanted to do well to avoid the consequence, but also I had nothing else to do. It was amazing how much more productive I was without the distractions of things like my Xbox, phone and TV; and without any chance of closing the door and having a wank. After working for a few hours, I stripped to my boxers like normal and had to do something I’d been putting off – I had to use the toilet even though I had no door. But then I had an excellent idea, I would just use the family bathroom. I left my room and headed on over but Dad sent me back – the loss of privacy was part of the new regime, I was only allowed to use my ensuite. It seemed rather unnecessary and I told him so, but trudged back to my room. As I only needed a piss, I was able to keep everything hidden and then I brushed my teeth and had a wash, before going to bed. It felt odd not having any duvet or blanket but I was soon asleep, my dreams filled with nightmare scenarios.

When I awoke the next morning, I had the usual morning wood and was pleased that no one else was around. I struggled to have my morning piss as I was still hard but managed it, had a shower and got out to get dry. So far so good, I still hadn’t been seen as the shower stall had no direct sightline to my bedroom door.

After I had finished, however, I did have a problem. They had left me a towel fortunately, so I could get dry but I had no clothes. And I didn’t want to put my dirty boxers back on after I had just washed. I put the towel around myself, took a deep breath and headed out of my room for breakfast. I made sure to keep myself covered as I sat at the table and ate, and thought that this must be what it was like to be a woman and did feel a pang of guilt about the upskirting photos I’d taken. Kate, of course, found the whole thing very funny as she just knew I had nothing on under the towel. She was, however, playing it cool in front of Mum and Dad. Dad insisted on reminding me about the new rules and it took every bit of self control I had not to shout at him. After eating, I cleared my bowl (not something I’d done for a long time) and then was not sure what to do.

“Mum, please can I have some clothes for school?” Mum was really pleased that I actually asked politely. Maybe there was something in this. She scuttled off to her bedroom (so I now knew where my clothes were – but I was to later find they were in a locked wardrobe when I tried to sneak some clothes) and put a set of clothes on my bed. Kate followed me and stood in my doorway. I was able to put the boxers on before dropping the towel. “Never mind, maybe next time,” came from behind me. There was absolutely no way she wasn’t going to see my private parts, but I would try to keep her from seeing what is hidden by underwear as much as possible. I finished getting dressed and headed off for school, remembering to say goodbye before I left.

I walked to school with some of my mates – they were as surprised as I was and agreed that there were plenty of boys and girls who would be really looking forward to my displays. There was a real buzz around the school – the IB exams started the following Monday – as we had returned to school on Wednesday, it was only 4 days until my first show. When we got there, we saw that the schedule of exam boys had been posted. There were, of course, other good looking boys on the list and there were days that people were pleased or not quite so pleased that their exams were taken – but my name was there every, single, day – and twice a day for the internal exam weeks. I shuddered again.

Apart from the stares; and the conversations behind my back and constant snickering, it was a fairly normal day; apart from my behaviour. I was trying so hard, I even cleared up my own plate and tray at lunchtime and held doors open for staff as they walked through. The final lesson of the day, however, was History and I hadn’t handed my homework in the previous lesson and so I was given a detention. Now, this was obviously very serious for me. I found it very difficult to concentrate for the rest of the lesson and after it had finished, had 20 minutes to kill before I had to go to detention. I had skipped many detentions last year, but felt it was a good idea to attend now. I didn’t want to make it worse at home. I chatted with mates while I was waiting and then headed down.

When I got home, I found that the front door was locked. This was unusual but no big deal (or a blessing? If no one is home, they can’t make me be nude.) I tried my key and found the chain on. I could just about see Dad through the crack in the door, walking toward me, with Kate smiling from ear to ear behind him. He let me in and told me that the door had been locked so he could talk to me as soon as I got home.

“You were in detention today, you know what to do.”

“But Dad, please. It was from before we started this.”

“That doesn’t matter. Strip. Every minute I am waiting for you will add 30 minutes to your naked time.” He then just stood there, eyes fixed to his watch. I took a deep breath, it was clear that this was going to happen. I removed my shoes, socks, blazer and tie quickly. Nothing wrong with taking those off. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. This wasn’t too bad, I was shirtless at home often. It was a different situation, however, and I felt more uncomfortable than I usually would. I was slower as I unbuttoned my trousers and undid the zip. Again, I told myself this wasn’t too bad. They saw me in boxers most mornings at breakfast, or wearing a similar amount in the swimming pool. I was, however, now feeling very exposed. I put my fingers in the waistband of my boxers but just could not do it. I stood there, hoping beyond hope that there would be a reprieve. Kate just stood staring at me, eyes wide open and a huge smile on her face.

“Dad, please. Please don’t make me do this.”

“I have been waiting for 2 minutes and 8 seconds.”

Not really the answer I was hoping for. I closed my eyes and took a really deep breath. Despite every sinew of my body wanting to resist, I pushed them down and stepped out of them. I kept my eyes closed and immediately covered my cock and balls with my hands. I was so pleased that the front door was shut. Despite my hands, I could feel the freedom of being naked and a slight breeze on my whole body. I could feel that my face was burning red.

Dad did give me a well done for doing it, but reminded me that there was to be no covering up. This would be the only time I would get away with doing so. I slowly moved my hands away – this was the big reveal. I just stood there, everything on display, I was so humiliated. I opened my eyes and saw Kate just staring at my groin. Dad was also checking me out, to check on my development I suppose. I felt so small. It took every ounce of self control to keep my hands away from my junk.

He then told me that it was going to be two hours but as he had waited for 2 minutes and 37 seconds for me to be naked, an extra 1.5 hours would be added so 3.5 hours of nudity. He also showed me that he had put a time delay lock on the cupboard next to the front door – he showed me how to set the time and I had to lock my clothes away. I then had to just go about my normal business – the only difference being that I was naked. I was sent on my way.

I opted to go to my bedroom to do some revision. I now had a great reason to revise – I had to get 80% in every exam to avoid further nudity. Kate followed me, however, and made it crystal clear that she was enjoying looking at my ass as I walked toward my room. I sat on the chair, trying to ignore her, to be told that was strike one. I had no idea what she meant so I asked her, as politely as I could.

“You’re covering up your backside by sitting on the chair, so that is the first strike of 10.”

“That’s not fair. Of course I need to sit down,” I replied miserably. She was having none of it, however, and so I stood up to revise. This gave her the perfect view of my ass. It was such a strange situation to be in, and utterly humiliating. I was about to understand quite how bad the situation was, though, when I heard laughing from outside my window. One of the neighbours had spotted me through the window. How could I ever live this down?

I spent a thoroughly miserable 3 hours working with Kate still just staring at my naked body and the odd fit of laughter from outside. Then, it was dinner time and my mother was going to see me naked for the first time in years. Once again, it took more self control that I realised I had to even walk to the dining room let alone keep myself from covering up. As I approached the dining room, I could hear her talking to Dad. Another very deep breath and I walked in, saying hello to Mum trying to act as if nothing were any different to normal. She clapped her hands and said how lovely it was to see me again, and not to worry, she’d seen me naked many times in the past. She told me to stand still while she came and looked me over, I was burning red again. It got even worse when she patted me on my bare ass. The worst was still to come, however, “I see what you mean dear, it is a little smaller than I would expect at his age. Do you think we need to take him to the see the Doctor?” I hoped I didn’t know what she was on about but there was no pretense of that as she grabbed her tape measure, grabbed my dick and measured it. She declared it was just over 1.5 inches long. How could my life have descended to this?! Then, the worst thing in the world happened, it started growing while she was still holding it. She ignored this but carried on holding it with one hand whole grabbing her phone with the other. “It says here that the average is 2 to 4 inches at his age. Now it’s getting hard, lets measure again.”

It was absolutely mortifying. Not only did I have a boner in front of my whole family, but my mother was holding it and shouting out measurements. “4.5 inches. It says the average is 5.5. I think we should take him to the Doctor. He does, however, have a good amount of pubic hair for his age.” Kate, of course, was loving the interaction. I wanted the ground to swallow me up, and also felt awful. Did I really have a small dick? Mum finally let go of my cock but it was now hard and I didn’t know how I was going to make it go down. Kate, of course, was looking at it intently. I couldn’t even get any cover from the table as, of course, I had learned that I have to stand up while naked to avoid any covering up allegations. So, I ate my dinner stood naked in front of my family, with a hardon. Mum sat next to me so it was basically right at her eyeline. And it was apparently small for my age. Just after desert was served (which Mum asked me to do as I was already standing), the time release lock started making a load of noise so we knew it was ready to open. I politely asked if I may get down from the table and get dressed. Mum said that I could, but boxers only as she wanted to get the school clothes in the washing machine. I thanked her and was relieved to have some covering.

After Dinner, I went back to my room and got my homework from the day all completed. Kate was now less interested in me, but she deliberately came into my room so that she could talk on the phone with one of her friends while she was describing what had happened to me, how it looked and how it was small. It was, again, totally humiliating, especially when she was ending the call and said, “Don’t worry, there is no way he will get through the next 3 months without getting into trouble again.”

I shuddered at the thought of all her little friends seeing me in the buff.

Kate left after she worried me with that phone call and I got back to my work. I was determined to get the best grades I could so there wouldn’t be anything added on and this whole thing could end as soon as possible.

After another couple of hours of work, I went to bed.

The next day in school, I was called up during the morning assembly and told to pick out a piece of paper from the box of punishment challenges. “Thank you to the students who have submitted ideas. The box filled up quickly so I have sorted into ones that need to be done at school and ones that can be done at home and given a box full to Oliver’s parents for them to use. Please do keep submitting your excellent ideas.”

I had forgotten that I would get a punishment challenge as well because of the detention.

I pulled out a piece of paper and held it out to him, hoping for the best. “Oh, this is a good one. Sprinkle itching powder in his boxers, keep topping up all day.” That was not going to be pleasant, but at least I was not yet going to have to be naked. The Headmaster sent one of the teachers to his office as he knew that there a carton of itching powder in his box of confiscated items. While he was waiting, he told the pupils and staff that it was important for them to be able to provide any items required of a punishment challenge.

When they returned, I was told to put my hands on my head and the back of my trousers and boxers were pulled away and the powder liberally dusted over my ass. Of course, it meant that the Head had a good view of my ass. To make it worse, this was repeated at the front. It only took seconds for the itching to start. So, I was now stood in front of the school scratching my swimming trunk area – what must it have looked like?! The Headmaster asked who was teaching me first, it was given to that teacher who was asked to repeat at the end of the lesson and give to another student to give to my next teacher to repeat – with it going to my form tutor to repeat at the end of lunchtime. I was told that being itchy was no excuse not to work hard in lessons and if teachers felt I was being distracted instead of working, I would go into detention as any student would for not working hard; similarly I was not allowed to ‘play with myself.’ There were roars of laughter from the hall so many times.

I had to remain on stage while he finished his assembly. The itching was just so bad. It was awful. After the assembly was finished, I was sent off to my next lesson. You can imagine the how funny everyone found my predicament. I, however, had a plan. Before I got to my first lesson, Geography, I tightened my belt so it was uncomfortable – there was no way my trousers could be pulled out in the same way as they were in the hall. I thought I was a genius. As the lesson went on, the itching was wearing off which I was grateful for. With 5 minutes left of the lesson, I was called to the front and the teacher tried to pull out my trousers but was unable to do so. Her solution was simple – and I kicked myself as my plan never had any chance of working – she told me to lower my trousers so she had easy access. When I hesitated, she reminded me that I would be in trouble if I didn’t accept my punishment and do as was told. I knew there was no point, it would happen anyway, so I undid my belt and dropped my trousers so I was now stood in front of a class in my boxers. This, of course, made it even easier for her to see my ass and my junk when she pulled my boxers out to spread the powder. After she was done, I was allowed to pull my trousers up and was sent off to my next lesson – but not before she told me that she’d written a note so that other teachers knew to do it in the same way. I did the belt up tight again – in a vain hope it would protect me.

My next lesson went the same way but when I got to my third lesson, Physics, the teacher read the note and looked at me. He could see what I’d done and told me to remove my belt. As I am so slim, my belt actually was needed to make sure my trousers didn’t fall down.

“But please sir, I need it to stop my trousers falling down.”
“You should have thought about that before you tried to stop your punishment by doing it up so tight. Give it now, or you’re in detention tonight.”

Again, there really was little point in fighting as I would just get into more trouble so I removed it and gave it to him. I was then sent to my seat. At the end of the lesson, I still had to drop my trousers even though I was not wearing a belt and was then sent off. It was mid morning break and, of course, the lack of belt caused no end of problems. My trousers kept slipping, exposing huge amounts of boxers. And, with such an easy target, I was pantsed several times.

The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion so several of my teachers had now seen my private areas. I was sure that some of them held my boxers out for longer than was really needed.

It was a totally miserable day. I had, however, managed to avoid any trouble somehow. I was tempted to take my itching powder infested boxers off, but of course did not have more clothes so couldn’t. When I got home, I did turn them inside out which relieved some of the itchiness.

Once again, I wasn’t really sure what else to do so I got down to some revision. Kate came into my room and wanted me to tell her about my day. I told her that I was revising and told her to go away. It had been an awful day and I wasn’t in the mood for her nonsense. And, I was actually trying to work! She, however, told me that I was being rude and disrespectful and as such had 1 minute to strip. This was a new low, being ordered to strip by my younger sister but I had to accept she was right, I had been rude. I sighed, got up and started to strip. She told me as I was doing so that she thought 2 hours was enough – but it took me 1 minute and 32 seconds to be naked so an extra half hour would be added. I was surprised, therefore, when she told me to set the timer on the cupboard where my clothes would be locked for 5.5 hours. “You’re forgetting that the time is doubled as you will also be tied up!”

So, instead of revising, I found myself tied over the back of a dining room chair. She had lots of fun, spanking me with her hand and exploring my body. When Dad got home from work, he gave me a hard spanking session and when Mum got home, she laughed at the sight in front of her and also gave me a spanking. They started their dinner while I was still over the back of the chair. Kate sat next to me and twisted my nipples and gave me taps on the ass as she ate. The 2.5 hours was finally up and I was allowed to stand up so I could eat while naked and was told to do my homework at the kitchen table so that I wasn’t hiding in my room during my naked time. My clothes were released just before bed time, but I was pleased that I could put my boxers back on. But before I was allowed to, I had to pick a punishment challenge out from the box. It was to complete the ice bath challenge, in my boxers and post to YouTube.

Again, I hated the thought of it but was forced to do it by my family. A few minutes later, the bath was full of cold water with ice cubes floating in it. Just before she started, she reminded me of the consequences of not doing as I was told and that she expected me to be in bath for at least 2 minutes or we would start again. She then started to film on her phone. I got in and sat in the water shivering. Others I have seen have a small amount of water in the bottom of the bath but this was full. It was not easy to stay in there but I got a thumbs up at 2 minutes. Kate continued to film as I stood up – as you would expect with wet boxers, they stuck to me and so my penis bulge was very obvious as was the outline of my ass. I had to just stand there as she made sure to get shots of each as well as shots of my whole body clad in just boxers.

After she turned the camera off, I asked Mum for some clean boxers to go to bed in. “No. You will have to choose whether you keep them on or take them off to go to bed. I’m not doing more washing just because you can’t do as you’re told.”

I slunk off to my bedroom. Kate, of course, felt the need to show me as she uploaded the video to her YouTube channel and sent a message to lots of her friends. She also knew some people in my school and sent them messages too. I just knew it would only be a matter of time before everyone in the school had seen it. I tried to get a bit more revision done but my boxers were wet and cold. I decided that the best bet would be to sleep nude and hang them over a radiator to dry so I had them for the morning.

In the morning, I woke up quite early and was pleased to find dry boxers. I put them on and went for breakfast. Then it hit me – my parents were still asleep so I couldn’t get to any clothes. I therefore had no choice but to stay in my undies. I went back to my room and had a shower – I was annoyed when I saw Kate watching me. After I dried, I put my boxers back on and went to get on with some revision until Kate gave me a note from Mum. She wanted me to mow the lawn and to make sure to start before she got up. I didn’t want to as I was only wearing boxers but again knew that I would only make things worse for myself so I took a deep breath and headed for the back door so I could go and get the lawnmower and make a start. The back garden was overlooked by a couple of houses but the garden was not seen by huge numbers of people, certainly; but it still felt very wrong to be working dressed as I was. My feelings were multiplied when I saw Kate filming me, no doubt for YouTube again.

It took me nearly 2 hours to complete the job. I looked down at myself – I was filthy. Now, the rule is usually to strip to boxers and leave the dirty clothes by the washing machine to save traipsing grass and dirt through the house. I wasn’t sure what I should do. As I was contemplating, Mum came into the kitchen and told me that I was obviously far too dirty to come inside – she directed me to stand on the patio while she hosed me down. Again, Kate was on hand so it could go on You Tube. Again – wet boxers that showed off the outline of everything. Mum then told Kate to stop filming. Mum told me to dry off in the sun and she would get me some clothes to put on. My boxers were of course still dripping long after my skin was dry and when she came back, she told me not to be silly just to whip the boxers off and put them straight in the washing machine before having a quick shower and getting dressed. This wasn’t even punishment time, I would just be getting nude! Another deep breath and I streaked the house much to Kate’s delight. As it wasn’t punishment, however, I put my hand over my cock. Later, I was told that this had counted as a covering up strike as the rules were not to cover up when naked, there was nothing about punishment time.

I managed to get through most of the day without getting into trouble. I had spent hours revising and was getting bored so headed out to the garden to kick a ball around. I was trying to do ‘keepy-uppies.’ I had been playing for about half an hour when somehow, I lost control of the ball and kicked it too hard. It went through the glass in the greenhouse. Of course, Mum and Dad came rushing straight out and saw the damage. I said I was sorry straight away. They were pleased that I was accepting responsibility but Dad said, “You have one minute to strip. This will be 12 hours of naked time.” Stripping in the garden felt even worse but I did so quickly, not wanting to add to the time. I went inside with the clothes and locked them away for 12 whole hours and then went to the back door, not wanting to go outside. Mum was having none of it, though, and told me to get outside and clear up the mess that I had made. Now, if the neighbours happened to be looking out of their window, they would see my naked ass.

Clearing up the glass naked was awful but what was even worse was having to go through the garden gate to get to the bins – as I would be visible from the road. I just went as quickly as I could and hoped for the best.

I wanted to do some more revision as I didn’t want to be outside but once again, I was told to do at the kitchen table so I was not hiding in my room during naked time.

My heart sank, though, when it was dinner time as Dad decided to have a barbeque so we would be eating in the garden. And I was still naked. Being outside naked is certainly worse than being inside. I felt so self-conscious and was sure that my neighbours would be able to see me. It was awful; and I even sat down at one point without thinking. I had no idea how, but was told that this was strike 6 for covering up – I thought it was 3. After dinner, Mum and Dad insisted that I sit and chat with them for a while (well, they sat, I had to stand). It was the most uncomfortable, socially unacceptable conversation ever! I was eventually allowed to go and revise.

I, of course, had to go to bed naked. With no curtains and my bedroom being next to the pavement, it did feel rather exposed. I had no idea who may see me overnight. Laying in bed did not count as covering up even though sitting does – it is all rather confusing. I did not sleep particularly well and in the early hours, I heard the time release lock open and went to retrieve my clothes, pleased to put my boxers on. I slept better after wearing boxers but woke up a bit later than normal the next morning as I hadn’t slept well. Mum was already up and insisted that I eat breakfast before having a shower – the trouble was that meant I still had my morning wood and the tent was rather obvious. After eating, she reminded me that I needed a punishment challenge and wanted me to do it before showering. So, I picked one out. It was horrid – I was to strip and ask someone to hide a key somewhere in the garden. I would then be locked outside and could only get back in once I had found the key. Mum told me to put my boxers straight into the washing machine as she went to hide the spare key to the garden door. When she came back, I was sent outside and heard the door lock behind me. I searched everywhere I could think of and couldn’t find it. I even scoured the lawn thinking if a key was just dropped on the floor, you wouldn’t necessarily see it. Overall, I was in the garden nude for over 3 hours when I finally found it. She had buried it in a flower bed with just the smallest bit visible. When I eventually got in, my fears about the neighbours were to come true – Mum told me (before she let me go and get dressed) that she’d had messages to tell her I was in the garden naked; and after she’d told them about what was going on, they said they looked forward to seeing more of me over the next couple of months.

Kate, of course, followed me to watch me shower and dress. It was then lunchtime and I spent the afternoon revising. I really was determined to do well in my exams.

The conversation at Dinner centred around the IB exams starting the next day So far, it was mainly my family who had seen me naked but all of that was about to change….

At school on Monday morning, there was a buzz around the exams starting. Tommy had been selected to be the first exam boy. He was obviously nervous and walked over to the exam hall like a prisoner on death row. I didn’t need to imagine how he felt – I was feeling the same about the afternoon.

I found it really hard to concentrate in the morning but seemed to do enough to avoid trouble.

After lunch, it was time.

The exam started at 1345. I was told to report to the exam hall at 1330. When I got there, I was the only pupil. There were 4 adults who would be invigilating the exam and the Deputy Headmaster. He directed me to the front of the exam hall. “What you are doing is a great help to the older pupils and we are grateful for your service.” It seemed that there was a lot of ritual around this. I was asked to remove my blazer which was put over the back of a chair at the front of the exam hall. This was repeated with my shoes and then my socks. Every time I gave him a piece of clothing, he thanked me. Next was my tie – each item of clothing had their own chair to sit on.

Then my shirt, then trousers so I was stood in just my boxers with 5 adults around me. I felt so nervous. Then it was time, he asked for my boxers. I took a deep breath and put my fingers in the waistband but I just couldn’t bring myself to drop them. The Deputy told me that as I had refused to drop them straight away, he would be reporting an unsatisfactory level of effort and compliance to my parents, and I had better get a move on if I didn’t want it to get worse. It was one of the most surreal moments of my life, but I took his advice and dropped my boxers, stepped out of them and passed them to him. They were displayed for all to see and I was showing off everything I had. I felt the 5 pairs of eyes staring at me. Remember – and I am not being big headed here – I am good looking and they seemed to be appreciating that. Given Mum’s comments, though, I was worried that I was too small down there.

My first duty was to stand next to the door so that everyone taking the exam could see me as they walked in. Then, walk past the desks to get back to the front where I would stand with my hands on my head and my feet wider than shoulder width apart so there was a very clear view of my body. I just felt so small as people I went to school with filed past me. A least the IB was not a very popular qualification to take – ‘only’ 30 students were seeing me.

And so that was it. I had to stand there for the next 2.5 hours while they completed the exam. The only time I could move was if someone wanted some extra paper or o borrow a pen or similar – I was dispatched to give it which of course meant I was right next to the students, naked. Of course, the situation also made me get hard so I really was stood to attention.

At the end of the exam, I had to go and collect all the papers and then stand by the door as the students filed out. Only then was I allowed to get dressed. Apart from taking too long to take my boxers off, I was told that I had done well.

I then had to go and get catch up work from the lessons I missed and headed home.

As soon as I got home, I was told to strip and was tied over the back of the dining room chair again. Both Mum and Dad belted my ass hard; and to make it even worse, Kate had brought a friend home from school who not only obviously saw me naked, but also got to spank my ass after Kate had done so. The two girls then used my time to explore a boys’ body – my cock and balls were poked, prodded, yanked, wanked. It was humiliating but at least I didn’t shoot.

It was dinner time after my punishment ended and then I had to select two punishment challenges.

The first was to strip and then stand at the window in my bedroom for 10 minutes. The second was to ask my mother to give me an enema.

Standing in front of the window was obviously awful but the enema was worse. It was such a humiliating thing to do, especially with Kate’s friend there. And sitting on the toilet with my family stood around was awful, especially given what was coming out of my ass.

I was finally able to get to work – but I had 3 pieces of homework and had to catch up on 2 lessons so I didn’t have time to revise. Catching up Biology wasn’t too bad, but I really struggled with the maths work I had missed and spent ages watching videos etc to try and get it sorted in my head.

I finally went to bed just after midnight. I did think that this was the first time I had been up so late working on school work. Maybe this regime was working?

The next day saw pretty much the same. I did not get 100% in either of the catch up lessons so I had 48 hours of boxer free time to look forward to – this would be a particular problem overnight and at breakfast; as well as for PE lessons. In fact, I haven’t worn boxers since that day unless they have been required as part of a punishment challenge. I had so many lessons to catch up on (the worst was the internal exam weeks as I missed every lesson every day for 10 days while Years 10 and 12 were in exams). I think that even after today, I am not allowed boxers for another 3 weeks. Non boxer days at home are obviously a pain as it means sleeping in the nude and staying nude until Mum gives me clothes to wear – this is worst on the weekends as she tends to sleep in on a Saturday so I am usually nude now on a Saturday until at least 11 whether I am being punished or not. PE days are also, however, awkward as I am naked while everyone else is dressed. One of the punishment challenges was that I have to strip to whatever underwear I happened to be wearing before getting me sports kit on (if only it had specified boxers...) – whereas boys usually take shirt off and put a PE top straight on, for example. Another was that I needed to get permission from someone else before putting my sports kit on which would have meant waiting in my boxers till someone gave me permission but of course I was now not wearing any. This did cause some hilarity in the boys changing room as no-one would give permission to start with and it ended up with things like, “I will if you give me a blowjob.” It got even worse, however, when another came along which said I was no longer allowed to use the changing rooms. For the final few weeks of term, I had to get changed outside and wait to be given permission to get dressed. If I were allowed boxers, it wouldn’t be too bad but as I am not, I am naked. The first time, I wasn’t given permission to get dressed until all of the girls had filed past but they then realised that if no-one gave permission, I would have to complete the lesson naked. So, every PE lesson and extra-curricular sports session I had in the final 3 weeks of term were completed naked. What was even worse was Sports Day where I had to compete naked in front of the whole school and parents; and the cricket match against another school where I was still not allowed to get dressed and so even more people saw me in the buff. I did, apparently, cause enough of a distraction to put them off which helped us to win. I did have to wear a cup to protect myself but this was counted as me covering up – and as I had to take it off each time after batting, even if I was still at the crease and had to just put it straight back on again, I got 20 strikes from that match. Fortunately, no one thought of writing down that I needed to get permission to get back into my school uniform after PE, or at least it was never picked out.

Anyway, back to the exams. It went the same way every afternoon. I would have to take part in the Deputy’s ritual and then greet everyone as they came into the hall. Stand at the front on display and ferry things around the room. Finally, let them all file past me at the end then get dressed and collect my work which I was never quite able to do well enough.

Friday afternoon, however, was by far the worst. Ropes were thrown over the bars that supported the basketball hoop and backboard (as exams were taken in the sports hall) and I was tied. The ropes were pulled up so that my feet just touched the ground – I was completely exposed. The adults then just left, leaving me to the sixth formers who had stressful exam weeks. During the 3 weeks of IB exams, it wasn’t as bad as there were fewer people but I was kept tied up for the whole 2 hours each time. I was spanked, had my ass belted, had my nipples twisted, my balls hit, wanked until I spurted cum just to embarrass me, gave blow jobs to people who climbed a ladder. Often, more than one thing was happening at the same time. Most of it was people taking out their frustrations as exams hadn’t gone well, so there was a lot of spanking and being hit across the ass with belts; or attacks on my cock and balls ranging from the simple hitting them or grinding them, to edge play where I was wanked until I was just about to Cum but left frustrated, to pegs and crocodile clips being applied.

The worst week, though, was the Year 9 internal exam week. This was immediately after the IB exams. Year 9, my year group, were in the exam hall all day every day. If you were not taking an exam, you were meant to revise in the same hall. I still had to greet everyone naked, even though they were my closest peers. If I had an exam to do, I had to sit naked and do it – the Head insisted I sat even though they all earned me covering up strikes. I still had to go and collect everyone’s papers at the end of the exam though which meant being right next to every single person in my year group, naked, multiple times. If I didn’t have an exam, instead of revising, I had to do what I did during the IB exams the previous week. I was at least allowed to get dressed at break and lunchtime. Naked in front of the IB students had been mortifying, but in front of my own year group was far, far worse. These were people who I worked with, sat with. My friends, people who didn’t like me, every one of my peers at school. Can you imagine being seen naked even once by a group of girls from your year group? Well, I had that all day every day for a week. The girls who I know swoon over me. I no longer have any secrets – they have seen, analysed every inch of my body. They all know I have a small cock. And I had to go back in to it every day for a whole week – and now, everyone I go to school with can imagine me naked whenever I am with them. Friday afternoon, however, was just the worst. After the teachers left, the first thing that happened was me being blindfolded and to this day, I have no idea who did what to me. All the same things happened – but now it was my year group and there were nearly a hundred people. I was wanked over and over again – no doubt curious girls or those who fancied me. I was touched everywhere, even my asshole. Boys who I compete directly with as I am in their year group saw it as an opportunity to claim ‘alpha male’ and the ass beatings were constant. My dick and balls were pulled, manipulated, crushed, fondled. My pubes were plucked out one by one. I gave multiple blow jobs. I was pissed on. My nipples were twisted. All in all, it was a once in a lifetime (so they thought) chance. I wasn’t tied for 2 hours – it was over 6 in the end.

How could I ever look any of them in the face again?

Year 10 exam week was nearly as bad – I obviously spent essentially the whole week naked. On Friday, there were scores to settle eg with those who I beat on the sports field despite being younger, Ken whose girlfriend I had taken earlier in the year. Home was not much better as I was trying frantically to catch up on all the work I was missing.

The Year 12 week was the same and then the main GCSE and A Level period started. Up to 200 people at a time were now in the exam hall, so much more exposure and the Friday afternoons were terrible. In the final week of exams, to celebrate the end, I was tied as I had always been but the kids were told they could move me elsewhere if they wanted as well. After a few hours, I was untied and retied over a piece of gym equipment (a horse I think) which gave an even better target for spanking and made it easier to receive blow jobs from me. I was tied while laying down and my legs spread which meant my balls were an easy target for being kicked. I was used as a foot-stall and as a bench. I spent part of the evening acting as a waiter – basically, It turned into a post-exam party. It was about 4am before it finally finished.

And through it all, I managed to pick up several punishments. I was sure that people just made stuff up to get me in trouble eg I was told off for spilling some water in the exam hall even though I was on the other side of the room, the invigilator just didn’t want to take responsibility. Several reports of me covering up when I know I didn’t but all were just believed. Teachers realised they could say I had been naughty when I wasn’t to save them doing jobs they didn’t want to such as filing. There are too many school punishments to list them all here, but in addition to the requirements around PE changing, I spent a lunchtime in the canteen acting as a naked bellboy, taking dirty plates from tables, a breaktime stood at the main school gate with my trousers round my ankles (the intention had been for me to be in boxers but I was not by then), one of the times I needed to wear boxers was when I had to ask people to give me wedgies until they broke and another was when I was put in a hanging wedgie, act as a model in Sex Ed classes and as a life model for an art class. More mundanely, I scrubbed toilets and shower stalls, graffiti off walls and chewing gum off the bottoms of tables – in various states of dress from fully clothed to shirtless to naked.

At home, I spent many hours naked each week, and many hours tied up. Kate invited more and more of her friends around, and also started inviting MY friends around who enjoyed me being tied up particularly. Punishments at home included chores whilst naked (it was always worse when it was outside eg washing the car so everyone from the street could see me), having the light on overnight so people going past could see me more easily, tied in various positions, having to ask people to spank or whip me, Kate and her friends washing me in the shower, more enemas, giving passwords to my PC and phone which meant that all my favourite porn sites were found. I was used in various You Tube videos which were proving popular and Kate was starting to earn some money from them. Being naked was particularly bad when my grandmother came to visit.

In my exams, I got over 80% in 5 out of 9 subjects which wasn’t too bad – I’d not worked much through the year and couldn’t revise very well with punishments and given the fact that I couldn’t revise in the exam hall. That didn’t stop me getting the punishments, but at least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

The Alton Towers Day was particularly bad. If you remember, the Headmaster said that I had a surprise to look forward to. I had to give my ticket to Freddie Webber – this was bad for many reasons not least that I hated him – but I had to do it in assembly in front of the whole school the day before. I was shirtless because of a different punishment and also had to ask everyone I spoke to that morning to check that I wasn’t wearing boxers. I got up to the stage and the Head spoke to me first so I had to ask him to confirm I wasn’t wearing boxers – he pulled the front of my trousers out and looked down, and confirmed to the school that I wasn’t. Freddie was already on stage and I walked over to him. Before anything else, I asked him to confirm that I wasn’t wearing boxers. He reached forward but didn’t pull the front of my trousers out as I expected him to, he pulled them down so I was on stage, in front of the whole school, essentially naked. He sniggered and confirmed that I was not wearing boxers. After I had struggled to pull my trousers back up as he hadn’t undone the button, I had to offer him my ticket to the Alton Towers trip. He of course graciously accepted. So this kid that I hated was going on the trip even though he didn’t volunteer; and had just given the whole school a ‘great’ idea on how they could confirm my lack of underwear.

The Head then came over and addressed the school. “Now we are past the exam season, there are still 3 weeks left of school. It will still be a busy 3 weeks. Oliver owes 3 punishments which we will sort in a minute (it was one of these 3 that meant I had to then do PE naked) but before we do, I will let you know what Oliver’s surprise is instead of going on the trip. As you know, tomorrow is a non-uniform day where you can wear your own clothes instead of school uniform. For Oliver, it really will be a NO-uniform day – Oliver will attend school naked for the whole day tomorrow.”

Everyone had already seen me by then but it didn’t make it any better. At least the exam hall was fairly controlled, naked out and about for the whole day sounded terrible. The student body started laughing and hollering.

“Hold on, there’s more,” the Headmaster continued, “He also has to raise at least £1000 for charity – after school, he will be tied over a gym horse in the car park and anyone can pay £10 to give him a spank. He will stay there until he raised over £1000, however long it takes.” The laughing got even louder.

I had hoped that my naked time would now be coming to an end but that morning, I was shirtless and had to ask everyone who spoke to me to confirm I wasn’t wearing boxers if you recall. Some pulled my trousers out, some put their hand in and felt around but most followed Freddie’s lead. I was given a detention for disrupting learning (not really my fault) and so had a naked evening at home and then I was not allowed to get dressed in the morning. Dad took me to school in the car so I could arrive naked. My first duty was to wave the trip off.

Being the only naked person in rooms full of clothed people was particularly bad. At the morning assembly, the head invited me up again and I had to stand next to him on display to the whole school. I had to stand in every class to avoid covering up. I spent part of the day boned up which was still mortifying. There were some members of staff that still hadn’t seen me naked at that point, but no longer. That day just went to make sure that absolutely everyone had seen absolutely everything. There was not a part of the day that was easier or harder than any other. I could not believe that this was allowed – how can having a naked 14 year old prancing around school all day be legal? I have since asked the head of safeguarding who told me that as it was optional (yeah right), parents agreed to it and there was not a sexual element of me being naked (again, yeah right) there was no safeguarding concern.

The end of the day came and I was taken out to the car park. There was already a queue of people waiting for me. There was a gazebo which currently had the sides rolled up. I was placed over the gym horse and the rules were made clear. £10 bought you 5 minutes with me in the privacy of the gazebo. The only rule was no anal sex. I quickly worked it out – that meant at least 8 and a half hours. He went on to confirm that the tent would close at 11pm and reopen at 7am. It would be possible, therefore, for the event to finish at 830 the next morning if I was kept busy the whole time, as it was just before 4pm. If not, it would be extended to 4pm the next day with the donations totted up again then to see if it was over £1000.

And so it started. It was mainly kids from other schools who wanted the chance to use me in the way that my classmates had been able to. As you can imagine, I was wanked, spanked, belted, gave blow jobs. I had people stand in front of my face and fart. Some of it was in private, some with sides rolled up – but most left them down as they didn’t have to waste part of their 5 minutes. My balls were attacked, I was tickled and it caused particular merriment when I was forced to pee in a cup and then drink it through a straw.

At 11pm, the final person finished with me. I was not, however, let up. The gazebo was simply zipped up and the teachers who had been with me left. They had left a light on in the gazebo which obviously attracted bugs so I spent the next couple of hours being bitten. I really needed a piss and as I had not been let up, I had no choice but to just piss on the floor in front of me. I was able to get a bit of sleep that night. However, I was very rudely and abruptly woken just after 2. A group of Year 13 students had guessed that I would just be left and came to check it out. As the gazebo had simply been zipped up, they had no trouble in getting to me so my ass suffered another beating, and my mouth serviced numerous cocks. At one point, they thought it was funny to pull down on my balls until I screamed – again, easy targets as my legs were spread and my balls just hung down in between. When they left, they rolled all the sides up so I was even more exposed. At some point, another group of people walked past and were interested in what they found – cue further spanking. At 7, the teachers on duty came in and were surprised (maybe not too surprised really) to find the sides rolled up. They wrote on a board that I had already raised £940 so only another 6 people needed to pay them £10, otherwise I would have to stay here all day, and made a countdown chart.

Over the next hour, 5 people paid which took us up to £990. Then, with only one £10 needed, everyone started to hang back. They realised that if they just waited 20 minutes then I would be here all day. One of the teachers, though, very kindly write a note on the board where the countdown was taking place, just in case anyone hadn’t worked it out for themselves. Parents walked past me, snickering away. At 830, the Deputy Headmaster came out and announced that as I was short of my £1000 target, there was no choice but for me to be here until 4pm today. Funnily enough, people who had been waiting started to come forward to pay for their 5 minutes. So, the rest of that day was spent with me still over the gym horse. Lunch time and break time were particularly bad as everyone who came to visit me was a student from school.

A 3:30, they announced that there were only slots left as some people had already paid – but even I could see that there were many more than 3 people waiting. The teachers said it was not a problem, everyone who was already in the queue at 4 could pay and be given a time to come back. I was finally let off the gym horse at 7:20pm.

My parents had to come and collect me – I found it difficult to walk or even move, and, of course, had arrived at school naked the day before and so did not have any clothes with me. When we got home, Mum ran me a warm bath and for the first time since this had started, I was allowed to use the family bathroom. Dad told me that I could go straight to bed and have an evening off any catch up work, prep or punishment challenges based on the past two days I had suffered through.

Going back in to school on the Wednesday was awful. Everyone obviously knew what had happened. At least exams were now over so there would be less nudity. I still had to contend with PE lessons if you recall, and I managed to pick up some punishments but there was certainly less nudity at school, and at home to be fair apart from overnight as I was not allowed to wear boxers to bed. I did have to listen to the group who went to Alton Towers brag about how great it was, which was not pleasant. Exams coming back were not always great – if you remember, I did not get 80% in 4 subjects so that resulted in 4 punishments at home and 4 at school. The final of the 4 was particularly troublesome – for a whole day, I had to ask people to pants me and then count to 100 before I was allowed to pull my trousers back up. There were very many accusations of covering up that day (basically, people realised they could just email whether they actually saw me cover up or not, it was never checked) but I was also given – very unfairly – 3 detentions for disrupting learning. My parents were particularly cross and decided that my tie up time would be 24 hours starting when I got home from school on the Friday, and that I would be tied in the front garden with a sign asking the whole community to come and help with my discipline. My Xbox and all the games were also given to a family down the street who generally could not afford luxuries like that.

As the last day of school approached, the Headmaster had another conversation with my parents. Although I was clearly working harder, he was still concerned by the number of detentions I received. Dad told him it was time to double down – and asked if I could serve as a naked usher for the end of term assemblies and presentations; and then also at the Year 11 and Year 13 proms; but also they had noticed a slight return to my old ways and they wondered if there were any mileage in me being tied every Friday regardless of exams, or if there were other things I could do naked now exams were over to help keep me in check. He said that he would be happy to allow me to be tied on a Friday afternoon – there were only 2 left anyway – but he would have to open it up to all year groups which Dad was happy with and they agreed 6 hours. The other thing that the Head said was that he would be happy for me to treat assemblies in the same way ie I could greet people as they came in and then stand on the stage throughout. My parents agreed without even talking to me – so I would spend 4 – 10 tied at school and then 24 hours at home – all because me being to ask people to pants me disrupted learning. They had the conversation on Thursday afternoon but didn’t tell me anything.

The following morning, therefore, I went to school expecting everything to be fairly normal but the Head called me up to the front and, in front of the whole school, told me that I had one minute to strip. I was confused but had learned by then that there was no point in not complying so the clothes came off quickly. I then had to stand, arms and legs spread with everything on display through the assembly. He told the school at the end the (in their view) the good news that this would be happening in every assembly as the exam tradition was now being extended to assembly just for me; and about Friday afternoons; and about the last day of school. I was horrified but of course, there were many reports of me trying to cover up and the teachers just started being even firmer with me – I got into trouble for the silliest things like not having a pencil with me, where of course no-one else would get into trouble for something like that.

That evening, I was tied to a tree in the school grounds – the rope going over a branch so I was easily accessible from everywhere, and spent the next 6 hours being abused in all the same ways (why was no one getting bored with spanking me?). Then home for 24 hours tied in my front garden.

It was clear on the Sunday that I needed some time to recover so my parents let me have some time to myself before expecting me to get to work catching up lessons I had missed.

The final day was particularly awful. I was again naked the whole day. I had to help parents to their seats so that was more people seeing me. I had to hand the headmaster trophies to hand out – so I was up on stage naked again. Help people to leave, serve drinks afterwards, carry things around. I basically felt like a naked slave, and my classmates were still loving it. I had to split my time between the 2 proms – but it was very similar, lots of serving drinks, moving things around and tidying up. Year 11, particularly girls, were very handsy and so I spent most of the time I was there boned to the max. Year 13 were drunk by the time I got there – so with no inhibitions I was wanked till I came several times but also beaten on my ass and my cock & balls several times.

I finally got home at about 4am. I was so tired that I just fell into bed. The weekend was similar to all the others since this started – mainly me working trying to keep out of trouble but having to pay off a few punishment challenges. One of them was to offer to wash my neighbour’s wearing whatever underwear I had on that day. Of course, that meant that I ended up doing it totally naked. Being naked on someone else’s property was particularly strange.

Monday, however, saw my parents at work and just me and Kate at home. She made sure to continue following the same rules, to give her credit. I am sure it would have been easy for her to push the limits but as long as I behaved, she left me to it. Over the Summer, I certainly did manage to get into trouble a few times. Once, I spilled a can of coke in the garden but rather than clear it up, I just left it to evaporate. The trouble was, it attracted a very large number of ants and Kate managed to step in it and got sticky feet. She told me to strip and to set the timer for 12 hours – it did seem a bit excessive but she was cross. Now, I said that she was good, she did generally stick to the rules BUT whenever I did have to get naked, she made the most of it by inviting her friends round. She did push it a bit and insisted that I stay outside with them – which was fair enough I supposed. The punishment challenge that I picked out, however, was not great. I had to go to a clothing optional beach with my family and/or friends, and of course clothing would not be optional for me. When my parents got home and found me naked, they were rather irritated – it had been such a thoughtless thing to do. They suggested to Kate that she put a post on Instagram inviting her friends and mine to the beach on Saturday and we would all go for the day. I had been putting up with Kate and her friends staring, pawing at me, using me as a servant for hours and for some reason, I just couldn’t help myself and complained. Dad saw this as me being rude so told me that I would be tied in the front garden the next day; and I needed to go and pick another punishment challenge. I sighed and stomped off, this one was also pretty bad. I was to go to the local park and allow myself to be tied to one of the trees in the wooded area and left, blindfolded, for at least 4 hours; naked. The whole thing was getting out of hand and luckily I kept my stupid mouth shut that time. So, the following day, I was tied up naked on the front lawn. It was obviously a bit of a spectacle anyway and the neighborhood children enjoyed putting my ass through its paces. I was obviously wanked many times, my balls were hit and stretched. There really was little variety.

Saturday saw us going to the beach. Dad told me not to bother dressing, I was going to be naked at the beach anyway so I had to suffer the embarrassment of being driven their naked. Fortunately, sitting in the car did not count as me trying to cover up but Kate had a friend with her and they insisted I sat between them and that I spread my legs. As you can imagine, my cock and balls proved popular to both look at and to torment – I was edged for most of the way there. This meant that when we got to the beach, I was boned to the max and it was particularly embarrassing to be naked on the beach with a raging hardon. Even though it was clothing optional, I seemed to be the only naked person there. And, of course, very many of both Kate’s friends and mine were there. Making me jump to try and catch balls was one way they entertained themselves, and I was ‘convinced’ to allow them to bury me in the sand but after I was covered, they got my dick out and repacked around it so it stood like a little flag. That was another mortifying moment in my life. The beach was packed so very many people saw me naked who hadn’t previously.

Being tied in the park was also quite an experience. Being blindfolded and out in public made it particularly scary. Of course, I had no idea who was doing what to me. The time was generally spent being edged, having my nipples twisted, being gawped at and having my balls whacked. My ass got sore from rubbing against the tree trunk. When I was eventually released, I found that Kate had taken my clothes and just left a small towel which I had to use to cover myself the best I could as I walked home.

Another time, I was getting really annoyed with Kate as she just wouldn’t leave me alone. Remember, I didn’t have any of the things I would usually like to do and for some reason on that day, I was really frustrated and down because of this punishment regime. I ended up pushing her and calling her a stupid bitch. I apologized immediately but it was too late. It was the biggest one yet – she told me to go and lock my clothes away for 24 hours and to pick out 2 punishments. After my nudity, I would also be tied. I felt so bad and kept on apologizing to her. I didn’t bat an eye lid about stripping – I had been totally out of order. The first punishment challenge was to walk to the post box and when I got there, remove everything down to whatever underwear I was wearing and post it so I would have no choice but to walk home wearing just underwear. For me, though, that meant walking home naked. The second one was to pick out 5 punishment cards. Now, that was mean. They were to:

Keep myself bald down there for at least a month

Sleep outside for at least one night

Go on a public bus, strip down to whatever undies I was wearing and then get dressed

To go clothes shopping, and rather than using the changing rooms, try things on by stripping to whatever underwear I was already wearing on the shop floor and trying at least 5 different shirts on WITHOUT having already picked them up (so there would have been no reason to remove trousers anyway)

Have a shower outside using the garden hose

Kate felt that these punishments were fair given what I had done. I tried my best for the rest of the day to make it up to her; I was a dutiful little naked skivvy for her and the friends she invited round. When Dad got home, he was furious. I hadn’t seen him so cross for a long time. I can’t blame him – I was really out of order. He also told me that I was lucky that Kate was so kind – he would have had me naked for a week, but Kate was in charge at the time so it was up to her and he supported her decision.

At dinner, I of course had to stand naked. He and Mum had already spoken, but now they wanted Kate’s opinion.
“Oliver, I have to say that I am really disappointed. You may have forgotten, but today is July 30^thso now is the time for us to review the punishment regime. We were thinking that you were behaving better and were going to stop; but after your display today, it is clear that is not the case,” Dad started.

“I’m so sorry Dad, I re…”

“Be quiet. No-one asked you to speak. The grown ups are talking. We are talking about you, not to you,” Mum interrupted.

Dad went on, “So, Kate, what do you think? I know we are asking a lot of you to help in the discipline of your supposedly big brother. Are you happy to carry on?”

Kate gave the impression that she was having to think about it, but of course in reality, there was no question she wanted it to continue. She finally said that whilst it was a lot to deal with, I was her brother and she just wanted the best for me and so yes, she would continue.

Mum said, “Thank you, dear. If we do continue, I think it is only fair for him to give you something in recognition. So, he will pay you £20 a week. He has plenty in his savings account, and there is his £10 weekly allowance.”

Kate smiled, I blurted out how unfair that was. Mum simply picked out two punishment cards and after reading them out (Wash down the driveway without using the hose, invite 3 girls from the year group round and play a game of naked twister). I got the hint, but it really wasn’t fair. Me having to pay Kate for the privilege of getting to see me naked!

Dad then started talking, “OK, so we will continue. It is clear, however, that we are still being too easy on him. So, I propose the following changes:

I would act as the naked person in the exam hall every afternoon, in the traditional way on a Friday. Also, all day for the internal exams. Additionally, I will ask the Headmaster if he can continue being naked in Assembly every day. I will also ask if he can be an exam boy this year too as we have done over the Summer exams, and for the internal exams in November and February.

I would be expected to catch up on all work missed while in the exam hall. Anything I submitted that was not 100% correct would mean losing boxers for 24 hours plus a punishment challenge to be completed in school. I suggest changing this to losing boxers for 24 hours for every piece of work that is graded below an A

Unless they were removed, I would only be wearing boxers to bed. I propose extending this to when travelling in the car and when visiting the beach. He will strip down to whatever undies he is wearing outside the car, and get out and wait to be given his clothes when we reach our destination, unless it is the beach of course in which case he will already be ready!.

During the Year 9 exam week, I would take my exams naked and any time I was not taking an exam, I would stand at the front in the usual way. I propose extending this to every exam or in class test he takes

Any time I was given a detention at school, or any of my behaviour was reported to them, there would be naked time at home plus a punishment challenge in school. Make this 2 punishment challenges in school plus naked time at home

If I got into trouble outside of school, there would be naked time at home plus a punishment challenge at home. Make this 2 punishment challenges at home plus naked time

Any time I was rude or disrespectful, the Friday conditions would exist at home for a period of no less than 2 hours AND naked time, plus a punishment challenge at home. Triple it

Each exam result below 80% would result in naked time at home AND a session of the after exam conditions for at least 2 hours each, plus 2 punishment challenges, 1 in school and 1 at home. They were fed up of paying my school fees and me getting what they saw as poor results Double it and expect 90% in all exams and in class tests

At that time, my possessions were just in storage. At their discretion, if my behaviour warranted it or I was not accepting my punishments, items would be given away so I would not be able to get them back Carry on with this – and after attacking Kate, he can give his TV and his Beats headphones to the charity shop

This new regime would be in place until at least the end of July. This will carry on until it is clear that his attitude has changed. His behaviour is making progress, but it is still not up to scratch. It is clear that he requires a lot of encouragement.

Also, I think we should get rid of the strike system for covering up. Any time he covers up or is reported as doing so can be a punishment slip straight away.”

I felt so small, standing there starkers while my punishments were being spoken about like this. Kate apparently counted as a ‘grown up.’ Kate and Mum both agreed, but Kate had a couple of suggestions to add to the above, “Could we also say that ongoing punishments already sanctioned continue, eg about him not being allowed in school changing rooms; and that he should do at least one charity event a term. Oh, and I wonder if there is any way to ask the Headmaster if there is any way to loop in the school’s outreach programme in, could his services be of any use in the local state schools?”

I, of course, was horrified, but Dad agreed that they were excellent ideas. “Oliver, those will go forward and I will also say that when you are naked, you do everything any person with authority tells you to without question, challenge or hesitation. To be honest, you are lucky we are not just keeping you naked all the time.”

Kate then asked, “Dad, I am joining the school in September. What will we do if he has to be naked but I am in an after school club?”

“Excellent point. The time lock we installed on the cupboard has the facility to record what time it was set and for how long it was initially set. We will allow him a basic phone again – one that does not access the internet or anything and we have passwords for so he cannot use it for anything naughty. If he gets in trouble at school, he can text me or your mother and we will tell him how long to be naked for so he can just sort himself out when he gets home. But, I do not trust him with a key to the house so we will install a box in the front garden. He will just have to wait outside until one of us gets home.”

“What an excellent idea,” Mum said, “but I wouldn’t trust him not to try and hide himself away so he can just stand at the end of the driveway with his hands on his head and legs apart – it will make it easy for the neighbours to be able to spot if he is trying to cover up at all.”

Dad thought that was an excellent idea. “OK, so if he gets into trouble for any reason, at school or anywhere else away from home, he will text us with the basic phone we’ll give him and then strip and wait in the front garden for one of us to come and tell him to move – but I think that it would be better to be at the end of the garden path rather than driveway, no need for him to move if we get home and are not ready for him straight away.”

And that was the end of the conversation. I was sent off to pull up weeds from the driveway – still naked of course.

I did not agree to any of the above, but that seems to make no difference. Kate has already told me that she loved my idea to ask for permission to get back into my uniform following any sport activity; so to expect that as a school punishment soon – she read it in my essay above. We both know that means that I will spend a large part of my time at school naked, who is going to give me permission to put my uniform back on? I’m just not sure how that will go down with the Headmaster – I just have to hope that he puts a stop to it (insert by Kate – the head agreed to our ideas above, but whilst honouring existing punishments, new ones can only last for up to a week). She is going to be starting at the school next week, that will just make it even worse. I am certainly no longer seen as the most envied pupil in my year group, I am the social pariah who is there just to serve everyone else. The regime has certainly worked in bringing me down to earth, with a bump. Kate has told me to write this account of the past few months – she is planning on posting it online so everyone knows what to expect of me; and is asking for more punishment challenge ideas.

The school tradition of being naked in the exam room is bad enough, but my parents and sister have conspired to make it so much worse. I don’t just have to be naked in the exam room, not just in year 9, but this is going to define the rest of my childhood. I wonder if me having to be naked at school even more will improve results further, or will it become ordinary and boring (I doubt it). I also saw an article in The Times showcasing my school, with a picture of me stood at the front of the exam hall with just a small university mortar board printed over my cock), where the editorial was celebrating the results my school gets (best in the country this year, even better than Eton). So maybe, just maybe, it will be coming a school near you soon, too…….

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