By Faery Tales
faerytales100@protonmail.com
Copyright 2024 by Faery Tales, all rights reserved
[1,669 words]
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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.
NP: Doors
Once again, Romet is running late. The
Estonian-born lad came to the U.S. with his parents nine years ago and
became a citizen upon his parents becoming naturalized citizens. The
now 14-year-old loves his life here in the U.S. Romet is about average
in height for boys his age. He keeps his light brown hair cut medium
length and messy. Many a girl is charmed by his meadow green eyes as
well as his disarming smile and quick wit. He plays many different
sports with his buddies, but is on no organized school sports team. His
wiry medium frame is nicely toned.
Romet races to the door
with part of a toaster pastry hanging out of his mouth. He mumbles a
goodbye to his mother and runs out the door. He sees the bus just
pulling up to the stop and puts himself into high gear. He believes he
can just make it. Of course, the bus driver is used to Romet dashing
out at the last moment so sighs as she waits.
It’s an
unseasonably hot spring day. Romet is sprinting to the bus stop in his
sandals, black denim shorts, and his burgundy t-shirt with a roaring
motorcycle on the front. His back pack is slung over his left shoulder
as he hoofs it to the bus stop. As usual, the other kids on the bus are
cheering him on finding his mad dash each morning to be quite humorous.
He gets to the bus door and steps up noticing the usual head shaking and mirthful scowl of the bus driver, Mrs. Cartwright.
At the bus stop just before Romet’s, five students of various ages had
boarded. But they weren’t the only ones who got on the bus at that
stop. A certain nudifying pixie flew on board, too. She had observed
Romet the last few days and, unfortunately for Romet, is quite
captivated by the charming lad. She just knows she must strip him.
Before Romet gets any further onto the bus, the door closes. Now Mrs.
Cartwright knows she didn’t close it—as does everyone else watching
Romet enter the bus. But close it did thanks to Dezbraca. And it just
happened to close on a small part of the right leg of Roment’s shorts.
When he steps up to continue entering the bus…
Riiiiip!!
…his shorts are completely pulled off thanks again to Dezbraca’s spell.
Even stranger to everyone except the pixie, the shorts are still intact
as they dangle from the bus door.
A stunned Romet stops, looks
back over his shoulder to see his shorts hanging from the closed bus
door. He looks down. He looks at the other kids. Unfortunately for
Romet, the other kids have recovered from the surprise and are laughing
as Romet stands there in his sandals, burgundy t-shirt, and his dark
green “Scooby Doo” boxer briefs with black waist band. Of course, no
one can see the waistband nor the top half of Romet’s underwear which
is covered by his t-shirt. But that doesn’t make his face any less red.
The surprised, yet amused, Mrs. Cartwright is trying to keep
a straight face as she opens the door to free up Romet’s shorts. But a
strange, localized gust of wind whisks them away, a gust courtesy of a
giggling Dezbraca.
A dejected Romet watches his shorts blow
away. The other kids are still laughing. Well, it’s mainly the boys who
are laughing. The girls are quite enamored at the now shorts-less stud
muffin Romet and wishing his shirt didn’t cover his underwear up so
much.
Romet considers running home, but sees his mother
driving away to her charity work. His father left earlier that morning,
his kid brother and sister boarded an earlier bus to get to their
school, and his house key is in his shorts pocket, there being no spare
key hidden outside. Still blushing, he turns to look at Mrs.
Cartwright. Besides the tickled grin on her face, she offers no help
and only shrugs asking him if he’s getting on or off.
Resigned
currently to his red-faced state of dress, he slowly walks back the
aisle. He spots his best friend, Zahair, and speeds back to him. Now,
Zahair does find the situation funny, strange, but funny. However, he
is not laughing when Romet comes back to him, and offers what solace he
can. The two try to figure out what to do. All they can think of is
Romet hold his backpack in front of him while Zahair brings up the rear
and maybe they can think of something at school.
The bus
riders are a bit more rowdy than usual and at each stop they tell the
kids getting on about Romet losing his shorts and is currently in just
his underwear and t-shirt. Most of the kids ignore the information
dismissing it as either fictitious or as data they don’t care about as
they are too sleepy to care. But some of the girls are sure to look as
they walk by the cringing Romet. At least Zahair had let Romet sit near
the window with Zahair himself running defense on passing girls.
When they get to school, without being told, Zahair knows to wait so he
and Romet are the last two off the bus. Zahair gets off and steps aside
ready to get behind Romet. But as soon as Romet clears the last step,
the bus door closes capturing part of his shirt. Once again, it isn’t
Mrs. Cartwright who closed the door, but a mischievous pixie loving the
whole scene.
Of course, Romet had keeps walking so…
Riiiiip!!
…off comes his shirt! Zahair had been ready to step behind Romet so his
shorts-less pal can quickly enter the school building. But he’s stopped
and staring, too, just like the other kids at his now bare torso-ed
friend. Quickly recovering from this second surprise, Mrs. Cartwright
opens the door to free up Romet’s shirt only to have another
Dezbraca-made gust of wind blow it away. A mortified Romet looks at
Mrs. Cartwright, then Zahair, then all the now laughing students.
Zahair steps forward to help guide Romet through the snickering,
whistling crowd, but is thwarted by the opening school buzzer which
sends the whole host of kids toward the school entrances.
Poor Romet is separated from his buddy and swept away into one of the
main hallways. Romet feels many a ‘snap’ of his underwear
waistband—accompanied by unflattering remarks regarding his boxer
briefs—and not just a few attempts at wedgies that he somehow manages
to avoid. He suddenly remembers a boys’ bathroom is not too far away
and muscles his way through the crowd toward it.
“Out of Order…Do Not Enter”
That is NOT the sign Romet wants to see. Of course, no school custodian
put that there. The bathroom is in perfect working order—well, as
‘perfect’ as a school boys’ bathroom can be—but the sign and locked
door are Dezbraca’s doing.
Still enduring laughter and crude
comments—and not just a few enchanted looks from captivated girls—Romet
pushes to his locker hoping to find gym clothes that maybe he’d
forgotten there. If only he’d thought to go straight to the principal’s
office, he might’ve gotten away from all this embarrassment sooner, but
the office is on another hallway quite a ways away and Romet has no
desire to wade through this crowd.
Romet opens his locker
door ignoring the steady stream of bawdy remarks and lascivious
proposals. To his dismay, he did not leave any gym clothes here. He
mistakenly puts his backpack down forgetting it can still be used for
some cover. Suddenly frowning at a quickly quietening down of his
fellow students, Romet turns to look over his shoulder.
“I hope you have a very good explanation for this, Mr. Kohver.” says a scowling vice principal with her hands on her hips and no mercy in her face.
Romet Kohver tries to stammer an explanation, but, when even he doesn’t
really know how he ended up in just his underwear and sandals, it
became quite evident he doesn’t have a good explanation.
“Come with me.” vice principal Doris Fritz commands him giving him no choice as she takes him by his right ear.
Wanting to complete the job, Dezbraca has Romet’s locker door swing shut capturing a small part of his underwear…
Riiiiip!!
…eliciting howls of laughter, enchantment, and the like as the butt
naked, protesting, beet-red Romet is marched off through a long, LONG
line of crowded hallways by an unflappable Mrs. Fritz who is unaware
that Romet is now completely naked. Well, not completely, and Dezbraca
takes care of that by making sure the mortified denuded Romet walks out
of his sandals.
Oh, and Dezbraca has one more task she hopes
to accomplish and it looks like she will. Zahair finally pushes through
the laughing crowd stepping in front of Mrs. Fritz halting her and his
naked buddy. He tries to explain all the while poor Romet would prefer
his friend doesn’t try, at least not now as Romet is forced
to stand naked in front of everyone. That’s when Mrs. Fritz notices
Romet is completely naked and it’s also when Dezbraca acts. The pixie
doesn’t do much of her stripping with any sense of fairness or the
like, but, giggling to herself, she decides she doesn’t want Romet to
suffer alone. Oh, who is she kidding. It has nothing to do with Romet
suffering but with stripping cute boys butt naked and watching their
faces redden. So, a nearby door opens and Dezbraca expands the slight
burst of wind from it to blow Zahair’s clothes completely off, too!
How Dezbraca twirls in pure ecstasy as she watches the commotion of two
cute naked boys overwhelm the vice principle who loses control and can
only watch as the two blushing stud muffins are swept away in a crowd
of laughing boys and enamored girls.
The End