Memoirs

By Jay

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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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Memoirs Recording the experience of indoor exposure when I was a child

Jay

This article records my childhood stories and is based on my real experiences. If you have any ideas, you can contact me via email. 983268777@qq.com
My native language is not English. I wrote it in another language first and then translated it using Google Translate. Please forgive me if there are any language barriers. My original manuscript is here: https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=23532121

When I was a child (I’m a boy’), I was probably similar to most of my peers. During summer or winter vacation, when my parents went to work, I was the only one left at home. I would seize this rare free time to do things that were strictly prohibited at ordinary times, such as secretly watching TV, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find snacks, and even playing with some small gadgets that interested me. Fighting wits and courage with my parents almost became a part of my childhood life.

In order not to be discovered, I have developed a skill of "covering up" - turning the volume of the TV back to the state when they left, eliminating residual heat, and even eliminating static electricity. I can do these things perfectly.

However, these stories are probably nothing to tell, after all, everyone's experiences are similar. At most, different people have slightly different ways to cover up the traces of "crime".

However, some memories seem particularly special, and even some are difficult to talk about - those are some of my experiences about "exposing" when I was a child, secretly at home. These fragments are hidden in the corner of memory. Looking back now, I still feel both exciting and a little embarrassed, but it is also these experiences that give my childhood a unique "adventure" color.

I must admit that I have had a special liking for "spanking" since I was a child, and it can even be said to be a unique preference. This feeling is both familiar and difficult to explain, as if it is an inner call. However, the story about this part may be left to be slowly unfolded later. What I want to talk about today is another thing closely related to "spanking" - "exposure".

In fact, the connection between the two is very natural, and it can be said to be a matter of course. After all, how many people who like "spanking" are willing to feel it through thick pants? That kind of experience of scratching an itch through a boot obviously cannot satisfy the inner desire. The real fun may be to remove that layer of barrier, expose the skin directly to the air, and feel the real and vivid touch.

At first, this "exposure" may be cautious, with the pants only pulled down to the knees, revealing a little skin. However, with the growth of courage and the formation of habits, this behavior gradually became more thorough. The pants were pulled down to the ankles, and then the whole pants were simply taken off. Finally, even the top is taken off, and the whole person is completely exposed. The naked reality is exciting.

As for socks, this varies from person to person. Some people think that when the whole body is naked, only a pair of white socks are left, which can create a unique interest. The purity of white forms a subtle contrast with the overall "exposure", as if a strange balance between immaturity and adventure is found. I have to say that this is indeed a different meaning.

However, for me personally, I prefer to be completely naked. There is no restraint of clothes, no embellishment of socks, and I am completely liberated from head to toe. The feeling of being exposed in the space is pure and direct, with a hint of irresistible excitement and stimulation. Perhaps it is the complete sense of freedom that makes this experience so special.

As I said, most of the time, I prefer "spanking", and the direct touch always brings me the strongest stimulation and satisfaction. However, DIY self-punishment like this always has its limits. After all, I was worried that the marks left behind would be seen by my family when I was taking a shower, and I was reluctant to do it to myself.

So, many times, I would choose a relatively "safe" way - to please myself by "exposing". This way seemed to bring me a different kind of pleasure in my own little world. Of course, all this happened at home. After all, I was not open enough to try this kind of thing outside.

Whenever my parents went to work during winter or summer vacation, it was my most ideal "free time". When they were not around, the whole house seemed to become my private world. Sometimes I would draw the curtains (even though I knew that no one would see it even if the curtains were drawn), and then take off all my clothes. The feeling of being naked always made people extremely excited. I would pretend that I was ordered to do this by someone, and my heart was filled with a humiliating but heart-pounding emotion.

Then, I would kneel down with my knees touching the ground. Although my knees would hurt after kneeling for a long time, the pain and shame intertwined together could actually bring a subtle satisfaction. Then, I endured it and started to do my homework, as if I was punishing myself or accepting some kind of irresistible order. Although I usually couldn't kneel for long, my knees hurt so much that I had to sit naked to do my homework.

Time passed by minute by minute, and I always reminded myself to stay alert, for fear that my parents would come home early and break this "adventure" that belonged to me. Usually I checked the time in advance, and when I heard someone coming upstairs, I would immediately put on my clothes, quickly return to a "normal" appearance, and then continue to greet their arrival as usual, as if nothing had happened.

I have long practiced a skill - judging whether my parents have returned by listening to the footsteps in the corridor. Especially my father's footsteps, there is always a feeling of strength when he goes up the stairs, and no one in the whole unit can be similar to him. Whenever I hear the familiar footsteps, my heartbeat speeds up unconsciously and I immediately start to enter the "emergency mode". Although this ability has helped me avoid many "accidents", there are occasionally a few thrilling moments when I was almost discovered.

Fortunately, I dress quickly enough and can always be ready before they come home. Even so, my heart still beats fast, because sometimes time is too tight and I don't have time to put on all my clothes. But I always find an excuse - it's too hot at home, even if I'm not fully dressed, as long as I have underwear and a small vest, it's enough to cope with it. This reason always seems to make parents feel at ease and get away with it smoothly. After all, in the hot summer, who would suspect that a child is just wearing simple underwear and a vest?

Even in winter, it doesn't matter. In Northeast China, where there is heating, winter is almost the same as summer.

At that moment, I often felt like an actor, performing a seemingly unobtrusive scene, but my heart was already filled with tension and excitement. Whenever they entered the house, I pretended not to hear anything and pretended that everything was normal. The sense of relief of successfully avoiding discovery also made me feel that this little "game" was full of tempting excitement.

Recalling the "exposure" experience during the summer and winter vacations, I can't help but feel that the time during the winter vacation left a more impressive impression on me. Although summer exposure also has its own excitement, it always feels a bit monotonous and lacks a unique contrast. After all, in summer, people wear less, and the difference between exposure and non-exposure does not seem to be so obvious, and the feeling of accelerated heartbeat is not so strong.

However, in winter, the situation is completely different. The coldness of winter and the ice and snow outside the house give "exposure" a unique sense of contrast. With the blessing of heating in the house, the indoor temperature can often easily reach 28 degrees, as if giving me a warm shelter. In such a warm environment, taking off all clothes and enjoying the direct contact between skin and air, the feeling is much stronger than in summer. Because the cold outside and the warmth inside the house form a sharp contrast, as if in two extreme worlds, this sense of contrast makes every moment more exciting.

In winter, my favorite challenge is to go to the balcony. When I was a child, although the area of my home was not large, there were two balconies, one on the south side and the other on the back side. Although neither balcony can enjoy the warmth of heating, it is obvious that the south balcony is much warmer than the north balcony. The south balcony can receive sunlight. Although a layer of ice will form on winter nights, it will melt when the sun shines during the day.

Only in places where the sun cannot reach will there be a little frost left. Although I have not actually measured the temperature, I guess that the temperature of the south balcony should be between 4 and 8 degrees during the day.

In comparison, the north balcony is completely different. There was almost no sunlight there, and the walls were not insulated. The entire balcony seemed to be completely dominated by cold air in winter. Whenever the cold winter came, a thick layer of frost would accumulate on the glass windows, and even a thin layer of ice would cover the floor tiles. Standing there, you could feel the biting cold, and the temperature had undoubtedly dropped below zero.

During the winter vacation, when I was the only one left at home, I would occasionally go to the balcony to challenge myself. I took off all my clothes, walked barefoot to the south balcony, and felt the coldness coming from the soles of my feet on the cold tiles. The cold air in the air was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping my body, especially when sitting on the steps of the balcony, the feeling of coldness was particularly strong. The cold air spread all the way up from the soles of my feet, especially the contact point of the buttocks, and the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow, as if it was transmitted from the buttocks, all the way up along the chrysanthemum, making me feel a biting coldness in an instant.

The invasion of that coldness was a bit indescribable, as if every inch of exposed skin was fighting against the cold touch in the air. Especially when exposed to such low temperatures, although the skin feels cold, it seems to be able to hold out for a while, bringing a wonderful sense of contrast.

However, this challenge is difficult to last too long. As the cold gradually penetrates every corner of my body, I began to shiver involuntarily. Although the coldness stimulates every nerve in my body, I still can't resist the complex feelings it brings: it is almost unbearable cold, and the pleasure of exposure and challenge is intertwined, making people intoxicated.

At this time, I often put myself into a role-playing state, pretending to be a homeless vagrant, or a slave tied to the yard by the master, curled up in the cold, and endured it. Every time I sit down on the cold tiles, I pretend that I am experiencing some tragic fate, as if the tears have been silently wiped away, and the loneliness and pain of my body and mind make me feel an indescribable sense of oppression. Try to curl yourself up into a small ball and keep your body temperature, as if this can slightly slow down the coldness that gradually penetrates into your bones.

In this almost unbearable cold environment, other parts of the body seem to become less important. Especially my crotch, although it is exposed, but surprisingly, there is no strong cold there. Instead, the whole body is trembling slightly, especially the bones and muscles are constantly contracting in the cold, and the coldness coming from deep in the bone marrow is even more unbearable.

Gradually, I began to enjoy the feeling of fully integrating myself into this role, as if I had become the little match girl, so cold that I could hardly see the road ahead, and could only curl up tightly, looking for a faint warmth.

The coldness is like an invisible hand, pinching my neck and pressing me into a cold world. I was particularly careful to adjust my sitting and squatting postures so that the cold air would not be overly concentrated in a certain part. Every slight movement would make the cold air rise along my back, buttocks, anus, and all the way to the spine and ankles, like a cold wind wandering freely on my body. Sometimes I choose to squat, and sometimes I sit on the steps. This switch allows me to adapt to the cold a little, but I can't completely get rid of its invasion.

Only when I couldn't stand it anymore and my body was shaking more and more obviously, would I go back to the house and warm myself up by the heater. As the warmth gradually spread throughout my body, I began to accumulate enough heat to prepare for the next challenge. Every time I returned from the cold, my body was like a battery full of energy, and I couldn't wait to face the biting cold again.

In order to prolong the challenge time and prevent myself from really catching a cold, I gradually learned to put on a towel blanket before going outside. This towel blanket became my shield against the cold, wrapping almost all of my body like a thin barrier.

In my opinion, this state may be considered a kind of "exposure". Although there is only a towel blanket, my body still feels a completely different stimulation in the exposed cold air.

In that era, both boys and girls would play at home wearing towel blankets. For boys, the towel blanket is like a knight's cloak, and for girls, the towel blanket is a princess's cloak.

I often curled up and wrapped in this simple towel blanket, as if I had become the Lin Master of the Fengxue Mountain Temple.

However, although the towel blanket can bring me a little warmth, it cannot solve the coldness under my feet. The cold tiles on the floor constantly send out a biting chill, especially when standing, it is almost unbearable. In order to hold on longer, I had to use my brain and came up with a solution: I found some thin cushions and spread them on the ground.

With the cushions under my feet, I felt that I could at least isolate myself from the cold, and the cushions under my buttocks allowed me to sit more comfortably for a while, reducing the discomfort caused by the cold steps. In this way, I was finally able to stay in the cold for a while longer and feel a delicate balance.

Sometimes, I would take two cushions as an emergency measure, sit on the steps of the balcony, curl up into a small ball, and try to keep my body close to the warm towel blanket and the cushions to maintain the minimum body temperature loss. The homework was spread on my knees, and the pen tip slid on the paper as I curled up. Although my fingers were almost frozen, I still persisted and tried to write my winter vacation homework. I felt particularly hardworking, hahaha.

When my cousin, who was the same age as me, came to my house, I took her to take off her shoes and socks and sat on the balcony to feel the cold tiles under my feet. I sat on the steps barefoot, and the soles of my feet were quickly stung by the cold tiles. But that was all.

As for the north balcony, it was much colder there, almost completely exposed to the cold outside. Whenever I was alone at home, I also tried several extreme challenges. I remember that there were a few times when I mustered up the courage, took off all my clothes, walked to the north balcony, and felt the cold that was almost freezing to the point of piercing my skin.

In the first few seconds, I tried to stand firm and endure the biting cold spreading from the soles of my feet, but the ice under my feet was too cold. Soon, the feeling of being unable to breathe forced me to succumb to reality. The little heat accumulated in my body could not fight against the severe cold outside. After more than ten seconds, I was almost frozen to the point of difficulty in moving, and immediately retreated back to the house.

As a Northeasterner, I clearly know that the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero and the normal cold of 20 to 30 degrees outside are absolutely impossible for me to challenge. Although I was still young at the time, I was not stupid, and I would not challenge the extreme cold like a silly child.

Although the desire to die is strong, I still cherish my life.

As for other stories when I was young, I will tell them later when I have the chance. I want to tell you about spanking stories later.

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