By Arclos
Copyright 2023 by Arclos, all rights reserved
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I woke up Tuesday morning not really looking
forward to school that day. I should explain. My name is Josh. I’m
eleven years old, white, skinny, and I wear glasses. Normally I wear
jeans, a short-sleeved shirt with something funny on it, and boxer
shorts. Not today. Today I wear something quite different. My birthday
suit.
It started the week after summer camp. The camp
counselors had been worried that I wasn’t showering with the rest of
the boys. That got my mom worried so she took me to see a therapist. I
just don’t want people to see me naked, or even in my underwear. What’s
so wrong with that? Well, this therapist who I call Dr. Evil behind her
back but Dr. Smith to her face, she decided that I was too modest.
She told my parents I was pretty small down there, even for my age, but
that I shouldn’t feel any shame about that around other boys. I don’t
have any hair down there either but she said that’s normal for people
my age.
She prescribed me naked Tuesdays. Every Tuesday from
midnight to midnight, I must be completely and utterly naked. The only
exception is sandals and only when I go outside. Otherwise, I can’t
wear nothing. Not even a necklace. It doesn’t matter who else is
present. I’m also not allowed to cover up. Not with my hands, not with
any objects. If I forget or try to do so, I get spanked with a belt.
This started a ritual with my family. On midnight, my mom comes in and
takes off my sheets. If I’m wearing anything, I’m forced to take it off
before I’m allowed to go back to bed. In the morning I wake up and my
older sister, Katy, gives me a bath.
I’m not a fan of my
sister giving me a bath. You have to understand she’s not only cruel,
she is using this program as an excuse to torture me as much as
possible. Every Tuesday I’ve been in the program so far, I stay at
home. Sure, I might play in the backyard (because my parents force me
to) but I’ve been able to largely avoid being seen by too many people.
Except for my sister’s friends. Katy has invited every single girl in
her class and made sure they got a good look at my body. They make fun
of me, laugh at me, do everything they can to try to get me to hide my
genitals so that I would get spanked in front of them. I’m sad to say
that worked way too often.
So, yeah. Katy giving me a bath?
She doesn’t just use it as an excuse to make fun of me. She likes to
take a long time to wash my little penis. I mean, I say wash. But let’s
be real, she just rubs it. By the time she’s done, I’m always just a
pull away from having an orgasm.
This is a problem for two
reasons. The first is I’m not allowed to touch my penis at all on
Tuesday. So I can’t masturbate. I’m frustrated, I really want to cum,
and I can’t. The second it means I walk into breakfast with a full on
woody right in front of my mom and dad. And thanks to Dr. Evil stating
it would be good for my therapy if they pointed out my lack of
development, my erections, my bodily imperfections, they certainly let
me know that they noticed.
After breakfast, I’ve been able to
escape to my room where I played on my computer. Then I would have
lunch with mom and dad which came with them teasing how small my penis
was if it was soft or how much of a pervert I am if I’m hard. Then they
forced me after lunch to play in the backyard. That’s when my sister
would bring her friends over. Sometimes my play time would involve me
getting a spanking for daring to cover myself up. The other times, I
would be able to finish without any punishment.
After I played
long enough, I was able to play on my computer some more until dinner
time. Rinse and repeat the mocking then I would get ready to go to bed.
This involved two things. The first was the normal things like brushing
my teeth. The second was mom would give me a hand spanking if I was
good the whole day or she would cane me hard if I got a belt spanking
earlier that day. I mean, no matter what, I’d be going to bed with a
sore bottom. But if I got caned, I’d feel that for days. And my sister
got to watch.
At midnight while I was sleeping, my mom returns
my blanket to me. It’s weird but on Wednesday, during my morning
shower, I’d replay the events of the previous day and I’d masturbate
myself. Those orgasms were always the best.
That was the deal
except last Thursday was the first day of school. I thought for sure
Naked Tuesdays would end. I mean, they wouldn’t send me to school
completely naked would they? Well, I was wrong!
On Sunday, my
therapy session with Dr. Evil happened and she told me the horrible
truth. She had gotten permission from the school to let our therapy
occur uninterrupted. The only thing I’d be allowed to wear would be my
sandals. And the teachers had been told to paddle me if I tried to
hide. Then to tell my mom so she could give me the belt right when I
got home (and the cane right before bed).
So, yeah. I had
spent all of Monday looking at all my classmates knowing that today and
every Tuesday for as long as my therapy program lasted would see me
completely and utterly naked. They’d see my small penis, when I was
soft or hard, and they’d be encourage to laugh and tease me as much as
they could.
And now it is Tuesday. The first Tuesday I’d have to attend sixth grade naked. Wish me luck!