Walter Smith's Underwear

By Endorphin


Copyright 2024 by Endorphin, 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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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.



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