Breeze's Daughters 1

By KB Montrose
farsighted100@protonmail.com


Copyright 2023 by KB Montrose, all rights reserved

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

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The Breeze's Daughters, part 1



*****The following stories are inspired by Captain Quixote, author of the original Mischievous Breeze stories. Thank you Captain Quixote!*****


Twin breezes were born of the famous Mischievous Breeze. The Breeze took a brief look at his offspring and swelled with pride. His offspring seemed to be female in nature, but no less impish in their mind-set than their father. The Breeze smiled a knowing and appreciative smile. He had had his fun stripping girls and women. His daughters, no doubt, were going to do the same to the human males. Before heading off to further his own adventures, he named them Zephyr and Squall.

The daughters watched as the Breeze left. The roguish ways he passed on to them soon dominated and their desire to carry on his naughty deeds, albeit on boys, compelled them on to their own adventures. So, onward to their first victim.

A boy stands at the corner waiting for the light to change so he can cross the street. The light seems to be taking forever which annoys him but is very useful to the two breezes. The 14-year-old lad has on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. The breezes formulate their course of action and descend on the lad. Zephyr blows his shirt up to keep him a bit occupied. While struggling with his shirt, the boy blushes slightly at having his torso unexpectedly bared out in public. Passersby chuckle at the struggling lad’s misfortune with a few girls appreciating his toned upper body.

While her sister keeps the boy impeded by his own shirt, Squall circles around his shorts. She finally succeeds in untying his drawstring just as he wins the struggle against his shirt. His face betrays knowledge of something not being right as his shorts fall to his knees exposing his briefs. As their father had discovered, not only the action of exposing a person brings great pleasure to the two breezes, but so do the expressions and responses of the victims. The two breezes laugh as only a breeze can as they fly away from the befuddled boy.

Zephyr and her sister fly around looking for another boy. Zephyr spots their next victim. The lad, a bit younger than the first boy, is walking out to the mailbox. As he pulls out the mail, Zephyr blows it out of his hands. The boy shakes off his initial surprise at the sudden breeze and chases after the mail. Squall knows her sister is moving the boy further away from the safety of his home. The boy bends down to pick up a piece of mail and Zephyr blows his shirt over his head. As with their first target, Squall begins circling the boy’s shorts. The task of undoing them, however, was a bit tougher than those of the boy at the street intersection. Zephyr let the boy’s shirt go before Squall can be successful. The two sisters circle each other regrouping. They don’t want to let this lad off the hook.

The boy has all but one piece of mail. He and Zephyr spot the remaining letter at the same time. Not knowing he is in a race for it, the boy walks toward it in an unhurried manner. Zephyr gets to it first and the boy watches unbelieving as a sudden very localized breeze picks up the letter depositing it in a low tree branch. When he arrives under the branch he sighs. To the sisters’ dismay, he heads back to his house. Zephyr is quite upset at the failure of her plan at this second attempt to undress the boy. Squall waits though, believing all is not lost. Sure enough, the boy takes in the mail he had gathered up and comes back out. Zephyr lights back up in joy.

As their target reaches up to try and get the last piece of mail, Zephyr once again lifts his shirt up. But this time, she blows it completely off. His puzzled look is pure candy to Zephyr or whatever the equivalent of candy is to a breeze. She deposits his shirt next to the letter. Not only does this ensure his persistence in his task at hand but they get to enjoy his bare upper body as well. Squall enlists her sister to help with his shorts. As the boy keeps stretching up, they have to hope he won’t soon decide to simply climb the tree. They finally succeeded in undoing the snap on his shorts just as he makes a final long stretch up almost grabbing his shirt. The sisters love his look as his realized his shorts are dropping to his ankles. They only regret no one else sees him in his tighty-whities. They leave the blushing lad who has indeed decided to climb the tree to retrieve his shirt and mail.

The two sisters have enjoyed their activities thus far. But Squall wants more. She leads her sister back into the city where there are many more victims and bigger audiences.

They come upon a park and are briefly overwhelmed at the very large number of cute boys. Squall focuses on a group of them playing basketball. A small crowd of kids is watching. Squall likes the fact that several girls were in attendance. The boys—all 13 or 14 years old--are divided into shirts and skins. Squall picks the tallest shirtless boy and signals Zephyr to go for the tallest boy on the shirt team. These boys wear shorts more like their first victim so will not be terribly difficult to loosen. Just as the tall shirtless boy jumps up arms high over his head to make his shot, Squall hoists his shorts down to his ankles. Though he does make the shot, that’s not what brings the cheers. He lands back on the ground shocked at the location of his shorts. His cheeks reddened as he pulls his shorts back up while he endures the laughing of the crowd. With play halted for a moment, Zephyr takes this opportunity to circle the tall shirt-clad boy’s shorts. Just as the game gives the impression of starting again, Zephyr forces her target’s shorts down to his ankles. The second wave of laughter brings a halt to the game. But it was more than just laughter. Although she hadn’t tried to do so, Zephyr had brought the boy’s underwear part way down, too, partly exposing his butt. He is much faster than the other boy to reposition his clothes where they are supposed to be since he’d been more exposed. He also reddened more at his misfortune.

The two breezes are delighted. They’d had so much fun simply lowering boys’ shorts or pants, but they had only exposed the lads’ underwear up to now. Seeing the boy’s and the crowd’s reaction to the partial exposure of his butt adds a new exciting level to their enjoyment. Of course, seeing the partial exposure is quite thrilling. They circle each other in amusement while communicating about their next exploit.

Together, they spot a boy skateboarding. The twelve-year-old lad is shirtless. His loose black pants sag a bit showing the waistband of his boxers. The breezes catch up to him and follow him for a few moments. Squall flies to him. She begins circling his shorts as Zephyr hovers just above the back of his underwear’s waistband. Just as the boy comes to a stop in front of a group of admiring girls, the two breezes give them something extra to admire. Squall brings his pants to his knees and Zephyr hoists down the back of his underwear. The sudden silence of the girls leaves quickly to be replaced with whistles and laughter at the boy’s half-exposed butt. He tries frantically to get them back up, but Squall blows a piece of paper in his face so Zephyr can keep the back of his underwear down. He does keep his genitals from being exposed as his right hand has a death grip on the front of his underwear. He can’t, however, do anything just yet about his partially exposed rear as he mistakenly uses his left hand to fight Squall’s piece of paper. So Zephyr keeps the lad’s cute buns half-exposed for several seconds (several eternities as far as the boy is concerned) before he comes to his senses and leaves the paper alone moving his left hand to try and help cover up. Zephyr reluctantly lets go allowing the embarrassed boy to pull up his underwear in the back. He quickly grabs his pants and gets those up, too, much to the dismay of the girls watching. He looks around bewildered having no clue how his pants dropped so easily and even worse, that half his butt had been put on unwilling display in such a strange way. The two breezes actually strengthened as a result of baring the boy’s rear. The thrill at his embarrassment and the crowds’ response to it heightens their desire to continue on in their adventures.

Squall knows where she wants to go next. However, Zephyr wants to try something on a boy she knows their father has done to women. Squall likes the idea and wants to see if they can pull it off. They find a boy about 10-years-old carrying a couple of boxes down the street. With his hands too occupied to be of any use in stopping the breezes, Squall and Zephyr move in. Zephyr wants to be the first to try and Squall acquiesces. Zephyr closes in on the lad. Though it is a very warm day, the boy shudders slightly at the sudden breeze that only he seems to be experiencing. He starts to say something to his mother about it but she stops him short reminding him they had to keep moving and she doesn’t want any interruptions. He picks up the pace a bit to catch up to his mother. Zephyr keeps circling his body relishing her upcoming deed. Squall gets a bit peeved at her sister taking so long but leaves her alone looking forward to what Zephyr will soon do.

Zephyr enters the boy’s shirt filling it and the rest of his clothes. The boy feels even more uneasy at the bizarre sensation that now seems to be right against his body rather than on the outside of his clothes. Zephyr braces herself. She then expands quickly with enough force so that the boy’s clothes explode off of him in irreparable shreds.

Squall squeals with glee at Zephyr’s accomplishment. One moment a boy is carrying some boxes while walking next to his mother. The next moment is nearly the same except the boy is stark naked with his clothes blown to bits! Zephyr keeps circling the boy’s naked body thrilling at his embarrassment and nudity.

The boy stops in shock. His mother turns back to yell at him to keep up but stops, too, dropping her jaw open in disbelief. She begins yelling at him asking why he is naked. This brings much unwanted attention to him. Zephyr leaves the boy and joins her sister up above to watch the festivities. Passing pedestrians chuckle at the nude lad’s bare butt (not that it helps his embarrassment much, but at least the way he was holding the boxes covers his privates) and overall naked situation.

Having no idea why her son is suddenly naked and getting nothing from him except a shocked look and embarrassed silence, she at least saves him a bit of further humiliation by taking up a position behind him to walk the rest of the way to their destination mostly shielding his bare bottom from view. As surprised and confused as she is about her son’s inexplicable naked state, the boy’s mom does have to chuckle (to herself so he can’t hear, of course) as she sees his bared-buns in front of her. A playful nature arises in her every now and then causing her to walk a bit further back so others can see and giggle at the cute bared buns.

Zephyr swirls several minutes in merriment before Squall can bring her back to earth, so to speak. Though Squall still desires a certain destination for her and her sister, she wants to try the same feat her sister just accomplished to see how well she can do it. Both breezes notice this has taken a lot out of Zephyr as she has slowed down and lost a lot of power following all of this. She needs to rest so is happy to watch Squall at work.

Squall searches for a while. She wants someone who won’t have anything to hide behind, no boxes, no mother or anyone or anything else, at least not nearby. Then she spots a boy, older than their other victims so far, who will do just fine. He is carrying a soda in one hand and a hotdog in the other, both of which he has just purchased from a street vendor. Even though it is a warm day, he has on a hoodie (with the hood up) and jeans. Squall figures this can be a real challenge as this boy’s clothes look hardier than those of the boy Zephyr had stripped.

The boy has not yet indulged in either of his purchases. He just walks along slowly carrying the food and drink as if they are very fragile antique vases of great value. Squall enters his clothes through his hood. The boy feels the sudden odd draft and looks around. No one else seems to notice the abrupt arrival of a breeze, so he attempts to ignore it and trundles on. Squall covers his body head to foot. Zephyr had not mention how thrilling it is to touch a boy’s bare body directly and all over at once. Then, she expands rapidly, blowing the boy’s clothes to smithereen!.

The surprise of his clothes suddenly exploding off of him causes the boy to stop in such a manner as to spill most of his drink. He sees the looks on the people approaching him. Embarrassment and alarm cover his face. Then the laughing, pointing, and camera phones come to life. He stands there stunned as he unwillingly bares all to a growing crowd. Squall performs the same thrilling dance as her sister had upon this lad’s body being publicly bared. And as she had hoped, he has no place to immediately run, nothing to easily cover up with except the cup holding his drink, and isn’t with anyone to help him out. If it’s any consolation—and it isn’t—he should be happy the girls like what they see!

The naked lad stands holding his food while paralyzed with embarrassment. Squall relishes her accomplishment as the stunned boy leaves himself completely exposed to these people. She and her sister swirl with hilarity as they watch the lad slowly looks down finally realizing he’s flashing those he’s facing. He looked back up in renewed horror.

Somewhat luckily for the boy, a policewoman had noticed what had happened although she couldn’t figure out how the boy’s clothes had just burst apart like that. The officer has to fight her way through the crowd which had formed a nearly impenetrable ring around the naked lad within moments of his unexplainable stripping. Though happy for some help, the boy blushes all the more that he is being escorted away from the crowd by a female police officer. Making matters worse for him, they have to walk through the people who don’t hesitate to take a hands-on approach to enjoying the situation regardless of the policewoman’s commands to leave him alone. Squall found herself exhausted, but keeps in a position to observe the naked boy leaving with the policewoman. Zephyr helps her sister as she can, but also maintains vigilance on the nude boy. Squall hopes to get to her next stripping destination soon.


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