By Endorphin
Copyright 2024 by Endorphin, all rights reserved
[3,512 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
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Walter Smith’s Underwear
By Endorphin
Fourteen-year-old Walter Smith loved underwear. He had a very
considerable collection of it in his bedroom chest of drawers. There
were thongs, briefs, boxers, boxer briefs, and even a few jock straps.
Red ones, blue ones, plain white ones, patterned ones, ones with
stripes, cartoon ones, superhero ones; if the style existed he very
likely had at least one example. As for makers: Hanes, Hugo Boss, Dolce
& Gabbana, Tommy Hilfiger, Calvin Klein, Marks & Spencer ...
You name it and he most likely had at least one sample of their wares.
There was even a pair of red AussieBum briefs that had travelled all
the way from Australia, only to be found at a UK swimming pool.
The only problem was that very few were actually his; most had been
stolen at one time or another – not that he indulged in shoplifting;
his collection was added to by finds in many places, especially on
washing lines in unsuspecting people’s back gardens. Also, over time,
many schoolmates, and even complete strangers, had returned to their
clothing pile in the gym or pool changing room to find that their pair
of underpants was no longer there to wear for the rest of the day –
always very embarrassing for them!
Walter never filched more
than one item at a time and, unless something particularly unusual
turned up, it was generally a couple of months or more between
collecting one pair and the next. When sneaking into people’s gardens
to ‘liberate’ something from the washing line he was never in school
uniform, nor anything else that would stand out to identify him. Of
course the police were not interested in the disappearance of something
so mundane as an odd pair of pre-worn pants, especially as his forays
were spread out in both time and location – so the incidents were never
linked in the police files. His nefarious deeds were aided by the fact
that he lived within a 10-minute cycle ride of three different Counties
(and hence different police forces who rarely communicated).
His ‘collecting’ had started way back during his time at Junior School,
aged about 9 years old, when he’d spotted a particularly interesting
‘cartoon’ pair of briefs at the swimming baths. A group of boys from
several classes at his school would be taken to the local baths once a
fortnight to learn to swim. The changing room allocated for school
groups was very basic with no actual lockers – clothing simply being
left on an unsupervised bench. Walter particularly liked the odd
occasions when his group arrived early and the preceding school’s boys
were still in the pool or showers – with their ordinary clothing left
unattended for him to easily remove a pair of pants (usually the last
thing a boy took off and thus clearly displayed on top of his pile).
Walter had no interest in the boy or man whose pants he’d acquired, nor
in the aroma or any markings he’d left in them. Ladies or girl’s
knickers were of no interest to him either – only male apparel. When he
got them home, after cataloguing them, they went straight into the
laundry basket. Since Walter wore a clean pair of pants each day and
another to sleep in each night, his mother never bothered to count how
many he’d put for washing. She knew that nowadays he bought his own
underwear and liked a variety of styles, etc; so never cottoned on to
the fact that he was very much a ‘klepto’ although no ‘maniac’ with it!
After washing it, his mum always put the pile of clean clothing on his
bed for him to put away, so she never realised just how many and varied
were the underpants in his drawers.
At school Walter didn’t
stand out academically; his marks were always in the top 20% of the
class, but rarely in the top 5% where he would have been regarded as a
‘brain box’, nor low enough to attract attention as a ‘slacker’.
Of course every thief, however resourceful, will eventually get caught out by pure bad luck – Walter was no exception.
In the Summer, he had gone with his parents for a fortnight’s holiday
at the seaside in the Southeast of England. Two days into the holiday
the day was bright and sunny, ideal for lazily spending time on the
beach. While his parents were snoozing in their deck chairs, he’d
walked alone along the beach – wearing only a pair of pale blue Speedo
swimming briefs, which helped him to blend in with all the other lads
there. He spotted a beach towel with two piles of clothing on it,
temporarily abandoned while the owners swam in the sea – which was some
distance away as it was low tide. He noticed one pair of boxers that
was an unusual shade of green (a colour rare for underwear). After a
quick look around he lifted the pants and continued his walk, with them
now hidden in the garish ‘beach bag’ he was carrying. Nobody came
running after him and he thought he was in the clear. However, what
he’d failed to spot while concentrating on the clothing was that the
town was an early adopter of CCTV to monitor the traffic desiring to
park along the Promenade road. One of the cameras happened to be
directly across the road from the site of the robbery and aimed at the
line of parked cars on the ‘sea’ side of the road. Its view happened to
include the strip of beach where the clothing had been left.
The owner of the filched pants was, to say the least, not at all happy
to have no underwear to put on when changing back into his normal
clothes. He had a mobile phone, which he used to call the police.
Moments later a squad car was at the kerbside and details of the theft
were taken. One of the cops spotted the CCTV camera and requested a
check on its recent output. Walter’s unfortunate choice of beach bag
made him stand out. The Beach Wardens joined the police in searching
the beach for the owner of this outstanding bag.
Inevitably he
was spotted within half an hour of his raid on the clothing pile. The
police found a pair of green underpants in the bag among several
totally innocent items. They matched the description of the stolen ones
and the owner was called to identify them. Unfortunately for Walter,
there was a tiny repaired tear in the waistband that the owner was able
to point out and Walter was arrested.
Under Arrest
That
afternoon, he was hauled before the Magistrates to account for the
stolen pants being in his bag. It so happened that the senior
Magistrate was also a member of the local Amateur Dramatic Society and
was playing the role of the Emperor of Japan in the current production
of ‘The Mikado’ at the local theatre, but had this day off for his
judicial work. He also had a sense of humour and decided, like the
Mikado himself, that the punishment should fit the crime.
In
this he was aided by the fact that they were within the boundaries of
the ancient ‘Confederation of Cinque Ports’, which still retained some
of the laws, privileges and customs from their formation in the late
Middle Ages. One of these provided for petty criminals to be “held
naked in the ‘stocks’, or such other place as the justices may
determine.” There was no automatic limit on the length of this
punishment, which could therefore be determined by the Justices.
With the victim of the crime having been unable to cover himself with
the missing item of clothing, which of course was needed as evidence at
the Court; it appealed to the senior Magistrate’s sense of fun to apply
these ancient legal privileges of the town to Walter’s case. Walter was
sentenced to receive six strokes of the Judicial Strap across his bare
buttocks – a common punishment for this level of ‘petty’ crime. To
this, though, was then added the ‘fun bit’ that he was to remain naked
24 hours a day, for the next 14 days, while anywhere within the
boundaries of the Cinque Ports – a significantly large area of
countryside in addition to the towns themselves.
Being both a
Magistrate’s court and a Juvenile one, Walter had not been confined to
the Dock, but was sat in the body of the Court between two officers of
the Court. Immediately after passing the sentence, the Magistrate had
continued, “Bring the prisoner forward.”
Walter was taken to
the front of the Court where he was required to stand on an elevated
platform to the left of the Bench. Towards the back of it there was a
horizontal metal bar at just above ankle level. The Chief Jailer – a
very tall and well-muscled specimen of manhood – joined him on the
platform. The raised level of the platform enabled everyone in the
Court to clearly see everything that would transpire.
In full
view of everyone (including reporters from the local press and the
Court artist), Walter was stripped of all his clothing and ordered to
stand in front of the bar with his feet well apart. He was required to
bend over and hold onto the bar, to which his wrists were then
shackled; his bum thus being well elevated ready for punishment.
The Jailer used considerable force to apply the heavy leather strap 6
times across the luckless lad’s exposed backside. Having never received
corporal punishment before, after only two strokes Walter was pleading
in vain for the whacking to stop. The third stroke had him crying and
the subsequent ones had him screaming as he now felt much greater pain
in his well-tanned globes than he had ever experienced anywhere before.
At the end of the leathering the lad’s shackles were removed and he was
ordered to stand upright with his hands behind his head. As all could
see, his buttocks were now a fiery red, also clearly showing bruising
where the Judicial Strap had made contact with his previously pale,
unblemished flesh.
After 5 minutes on display like this, he
was required to turn and face the ‘audience’ for a further 5 minutes.
Like any teen boy would be, Walter was extremely embarrassed to be
totally naked like this in public with his most private of parts now
fully exposed for all and sundry to see. He was, of course, used to
being naked in the gym showers at school – but that was only in
semi-private among his classmates – and he saw them as much as they saw
him.
At 14, Walter was into puberty. He wasn’t the
best-endowed boy in his class, but neither was his endowment small
compared with the rest. His ginger pubic bush was small but distinct
and hair was growing on his scrotum – but had not yet spread to his
chest. His penis was normally just over 4 inches when flaccid and it
would grow to around 5 inches on erection. In the highly embarrassing
situation of the Courtroom it had managed to shrink below the 4 inch
mark and looked more like that of a pre-teen.
To make matters
worse for the naked teen, he was unlike most boys in his school in that
he was circumcised – the majority of British boys still having their
foreskin to hide their ‘shameful’ glans. He was one of only four cut
lads in his age group of nearly 80 boys. The other three had been done
as babies and thus had arrived at the secondary school already
circumcised, attracting little attention.
Walter, however, had
arrived with a foreskin, but at the tender age of 12¾ he had to be
circumcised during the Easter holidays of his first year. This was
because his foreskin was so tight that the school doctor couldn’t
freely retract it during his routine medical. This meant that, during
showering after the first gym session of the new term, attention was
drawn to his loss of foreskin. He was very embarrassed by all the
attention drawn to his cock by its sudden drastic change in appearance.
Now the fact that he had a ‘different’ and unusual penis was revealed
to everyone else in the Courtroom, and shortly at his hotel and around
the busy town.
Of course, just like the Mikado, the Magistrate
was well aware of how embarrassing the punishment would be for a
teenager like Walter, but the town could do without thieves on the
beach and he was determined to get maximum amusement for the townsfolk
out of Walter’s predicament.
Walter was given a sort of ‘ID
Card’ to wear around his neck. One side had a representation of the
‘Scales of Justice’ while a message on the other side declared him to
be judicially required to be naked and he was not to be refused access,
goods or services purely on account of being naked. He was then
released to his parents.
Walter’s parents had been totally
shocked to learn of their son’s thieving, but also somewhat amused by
his choice of rather valueless items to steal. Far from helping Walter
to keep a low profile for the rest of their holiday, they resolved not
to vary their planned activities – visiting as many attractions and
historic sites as possible – even if this would expose him to maximum
embarrassment by being out and about in the crowds.
Dad and Son
Walter’s
father had been given a prescription for some soothing ointment to be
applied that evening and three times the next day to his son’s bruised
bum. After dinner at their hotel he went into Walter’s bedroom to do
this duty. Neither parent had seen their son naked since they ceased
personally bathing him at 8 years old. Mr Clive Smith was particularly
keen to see how his son had developed, and especially what a
circumcised penis was like close-up; never having actually clearly seen
one before as he, his father, brothers, uncles and cousins, as well as
all his school friends, had retained their foreskins.
Walter
was required to lay face down on his bed while his father applied the
soothing ointment to his well-bruised bum. The sensation was very
pleasing, but it was simultaneously mortifying for the boy as his
father’s hands roamed all over his bum (including into the narrow
channel down to his anus) while rubbing the cream well into it.
Once the cream was spread all over Walter’s bum, he was told to stand
up for his father to closely examine his youthful genitals. Oh, how
embarrassing, to have his father handling and looking intensely at his
genitals which he’d not had on display to his dad for over 6 years! Mr
Smith noted that Walter’s testes were now the size of Brazil nuts, in a
scrotum that hung low behind his son’s penis. When last seen they had
been little more than small grapes in a tiny bag high up behind the
kid’s penis. Walter’s penis, that had previously been a tiny nub of
less than 2 inches, was now well developed to what Mr Smith estimated
as around 4 inches when flaccid.
Mr Smith, never having seen –
let alone handled – a circumcised penis tried to move Walter’s penile
skin to cover his glans, but to no avail as the circumcision had been
truly ‘low and tight’ with not a scrap of loose skin to move anywhere.
Walter was soon erect as a result of his father’s handling with fingers
still covered with some of the soothing cream – which acted as a
lubricant.
Clive Smith had no intention to bring his son to
orgasm but, never having handled his son’s teen cock before, didn’t
recognise the signs of the impending explosion of boy seed. Walter
shouted out as he shot several spurts of hot, white, creamy spunk all
over the floor – only just missing landing on his father’s trousers. He
was mortified to have done this in his father’s presence. For his part,
Walter’s father was also very embarrassed to have caused his son to
ejaculate like that.
What Mr Smith did have in mind though was
to increase his son’s public embarrassment. He told the lad that since
he had behaved like a young boy who didn’t know right from wrong, he’d
now have to look the part. Producing his electric razor, Mr Smith
shaved off all of Walter’s prized pubic hair, even denuding the
scrotum. When Walter later saw himself in the mirror, the source of his
extra embarrassment was all too obvious. He even insisted that he
wasn’t going out anywhere with his parents while looking like a
pre-pubescent Junior School boy. His father simply reminded him that he
couldn’t stay at the hotel unsupervised and he MUST come out and about
with them for the rest of the holiday.
Even More Embarrassment
What
were the odds of meeting somebody else from his school while in a small
seaside town over 60 miles from home? Probably over 100,000 to 1!
However, on the third day of his punishment, Walter and family were at
an amusement park queuing for a roller coaster when who should join the
queue behind them but another boy from his class and this lad’s elder
brother from the 5th form. Walter wanted to curl up and die
from the embarrassment, especially when his classmate started laughing
at his nakedness, still very red buttocks, and lack of pubes; thus
drawing the attention of more folk around them.
Several much
younger kids noticed Walter’s circumcised penis and made matters worse
for him by loudly asking their parents “Why is that boy’s penis
different from mine?” To be reminded of his necessary, but unwanted,
teen circumcision and the resulting reduction in masturbatory pleasure
was not only highly embarrassing but also very humbling.
Having to be naked in public for nearly a fortnight while his parents
enjoyed their holiday was bad enough for Walter, but he was dreading
the return to school, knowing that his classmate (or the boy’s older
brother) would almost certainly blab about seeing him naked at the
Theme Park and the whole school would know about his naked punishment.
Indeed his fears were made reality when he returned to school and the
word of his naked punishment quickly became spread around. Further
embarrassment came after the first gym session when his lack of pubes
was obvious in the showers and clearly commented upon.
Home Again – Goodbye Collection
By
the time that the holiday was over, Walter’s parents had learnt all
there was to know about his collection of other people’s underpants.
Once home, his ‘underwear drawer’ (actually two drawers as the
collection was so large) was turned out and everything was confiscated
from him. There was no way to identify the original owners for their
pants to be returned to them, so Walter’s parents donated the entire
‘collection’ to a local orphanage for their residents to enjoy. To
replace his own needs, Walter was bought some pairs of nondescript
classic ‘Y-Front’ briefs that he’d be made to wear in future instead of
the coloured boxers with famous names woven into the waistband that
he’d loved.
Walter’s father decided to keep piling on the
embarrassment and again shaved off Walter’s pubes (a job that would be
done regularly for the next year). The boy was also prohibited from
wearing anything around the house unless specially exempted – having no
covering to his private parts in bed made secret self-pleasure even
more difficult! Finally, Mr Smith took the naked lad across his knee
and delivered a thorough hand spanking followed by two dozen whacks
with a wooden hairbrush – once again turning his son’s bum cheeks fiery
red and making them ache thoroughly.
Conclusion
‘So, what had Walter gained from this holiday?’
For sure, a bum that had twice ached for days, plus immense
embarrassment as his naked body and tightly circumcised penis was seen
by hundreds of townsfolk and visiting holidaymakers for nearly two
weeks.
There was then the continuing intense interest from the
other boys at school, many wanting to take any opportunity to see him
naked. When he’d been circumcised during his time in the First Form,
there had been short-lived interest in his newly carved penis, but it
had dropped away fairly quickly. Now, many of the boys wanted to see
and handle such a relatively rare specimen. The showers after gym, and
especially sports times when several teams of differing ages were
showering together, were hell for him with so many boys wanting a close
look and feel of his penis! His lack of pubes was another curiosity for
his classmates and severe embarrassment for him – just as his father
intended!
The one ‘good’ thing was that two weeks of total
nakedness in the summer sun had given Walter an all-over tan with no
‘pale area’ where he would normally have had shorts or swimwear to
shield it from the sun’s rays.
[The End]