The Shoplifter

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2025 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

[12,048 words]

It was early in the 1970s. Things were different back then. Some places were more different than others. What-Nots, a little shop run by two middle-aged women, was more different than most. A fourteen year old boy named Bailey made the mistake of trying to steal a paperback book from them. Just a book. What harm could there be? The ladies were more than happy to show him.

Author’s note: I’ve greatly exaggerated the conditions at the swimming class, but I grew up in the 60s and 70s and attended a similar class. The complete disregard for the modesty of boys, even boys well into their teens, was appalling. And not limited to the swim class. I had a number of humiliating encounters over the course of years that I’m sure shaped my interests growing into adulthood.



The Shoplifter
by PatrickNaked


What-Nots was a small store in a small town. It carried a wide variety of merchandise… books, jewelry, clothing and a wide assortment of household items. Wanda was proud to be so unspecialized. She and her partner Hazel had something for just about everyone.

The shop was on a side street off the town square. The building was old, but well maintained. It did a moderate business, enough to keep Wanda and Hazel comfortably secure. Both women were rather stout and in their late fifties. They were lifelong friends.

The two were sitting behind the long front counter enjoying their morning coffee. Wanda's niece Ellie was sitting at the other end working on a school assignment, even though it was a Saturday. Ellie was serious about school.

There had only been a few customers so far that day. The others had bought their items and left. One remained. Wanda was keeping her eye on him while she and Hazel talked. It was a young boy with thick, untidy brown hair who looked to be around thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a t-shirt that hung way below a ragged denim jacket, shorts, grubby tennis shoes and socks. She recognized him but didn't know his name. He usually bought comic books and science fiction novels.

Today, he was showing all the signs of a shoplifter. He was hanging around, pretending to look at items he obviously had no interest in. He kept glancing towards the front counter, checking to see if he was being watched. This disappointed Wanda. He'd been a semi-regular customer for years and had always seemed like a quiet, polite youngster despite being so shabby looking. It also made her angry. What-Nots wasn't just her livelihood. It was special to her heart. It had stood strong when every other aspect of her life had fallen apart around her. She showed no mercy to anyone who would desecrate her shop and disrespect her and Hazel as its owners. The instant she saw this little juvenile delinquent try to stick some merchandise under than suspiciously long t-shirt, she was going to grab him up by the scruff of his neck, shake him till his teeth rattled and sit on him till the sheriff arrived.

Hazel asked, "Have you noticed the larcenous little rascal over by the paperbacks?"

Wanda replied, "Yep. I've had my eye on him."

"Is this one a job for the sheriff? Or do you want to give him the extra special treatment?"

Wanda gave Hazel a sidelong look and said, "That's a little rough for such a young boy."

Hazel said, "That's what makes it so appropriate. We might stop his descent into a life of crime before it really gets started."

Wanda wasn't convinced. "Hmmm. I don't know. Let's see what he does. Maybe we're misjudging him."

As it turned out, they weren't. While they'd been discussing the boy's potential as a thief, he'd decided they were too involved in their conversation to notice him. Wanda saw him slip something into the back of his shorts and start to walk quickly for the door.

Hazel had seen him too. "I guess that settles the question of his innocence. Make up your mind. Call the sheriff or have a little fun?"

She flicked a switch under the counter and the lock on the big glass front door snapped into place.

The boy heard the sound and made a rush for the door, even though it was obviously too late. When it wouldn't budge, he made a little whimpering sound and whirled around with a look of panic on his face.

Wanda watched him while she tried to decide. She could tell he was already terrified, knowing he'd been caught. This somehow made him look even younger. She had to admit, he was a cute little fellow. She hated the thought of the sheriff dragging him away in handcuffs to be thrown in a filthy jail cell, possibly with some hardened criminals as company. Maybe Hazel was right. This seemed to be his first time stealing, at least in What-Nots. A little extra special treatment might be just the thing to put him back on the straight and narrow. They'd be doing the boy a favor. AND, she had to admit, they'd have some fun in the process. She looked him over again. The fear was evident on his young face, giving him a look of vulnerability. Yes, this would be fun.

Wanda and Hazel went around the counter and advanced on the frightened boy. He backed up against the door and said in a shaky voice, "Ummm... the door seems to be stuck."

Hazel said, "I wonder why that could be. Maybe because there's a thieving little rat in the shop. Could that be it?"

The boy attempted an innocent smile. "You... you don't mean me do you?"

Wanda answered him by grabbing his arm and marching him away from the door into the center of the shop. Hazel turned the OPEN sign around and followed.

The boy struggled, but Wanda was stronger. He cried, "Let go of me! I didn't do anything!"

Wanda stopped and jerked him around to face her. She leaned down to look directly in his eyes and said, "You're already in enough trouble as it is. Lying is only going to make it worse for you. What's your name, boy?"

He shook his head vigorously and said, "I'll die before I tell you." Then he gave her a pouty look and clamped his mouth shut.

Wanda was amused despite herself. Boys could be so silly. She called out, "Ellie. Get your butt over here. We've got a situation."

Ellie came around one of the store's shelves, saying, "What, Aunt Wanda? I'm busy."

Wanda asked, "Do you know this kid? We caught him pilfering the goods and he won't give us his name."

Ellie looked shocked. "Bailey? You're stealing from my aunt's shop? Why?"

Hazel said, "I take it you know him."

Ellie was looking bewildered. "Yeah, he's in my class at school. Why are you stealing, Bailey? That doesn't seem like you."

Bailey sullenly said, "No one's proven I stole anything. I'm innocent till proven guilty."

Wanda smiled to herself. This kid was his own worst enemy. She said, "That sounds like an invitation to perform a search. Put your hands on top of your head, young Mr. Bailey."

Bailey backed up a step. "You... you can't make me."

Wanda said, "Oh, believe me, I can. But if you'd rather have the sheriff do the honors, we can call him right now. Of course, he'll slap the cuffs on you and take you to jail. You'll be charged with a felony. You'll be fingerprinted and then searched anyway. They'll take your mugshot. They'll call your mommy and daddy. You'll have to spend at least one night in jail, maybe more. And I've heard what can happen to boys like you late at night, all alone in a cell with some lecherous old perv."

Bailey was looking progressively more terrified.

Hazel said, "Oh, the things he'll do. The things he'll make YOU do. And you'd better hope there's just the one cellmate. There COULD be three or four."

Wanda added, "Five, even."

Hazel said, "You're going to be a very busy boy. And when you finally get released, you'll be walking kinda funny."

Looking at the boy's face, Wanda thought to herself, "Is he really going to cry this soon? This kid is no challenge at all."

She kept up the terrible scenario. "And that's just when you get arrested. After they find you guilty in court, you'll be sentenced to at least a year in the county juvenile facility. Maybe longer. It's full of older, bigger boys that have been in violent gangs since they were in diapers. And they haven't seen a girl in years. With that cute little baby face of yours, you're going to be everybody's girlfriend."

Bailey's voice was shrill with fear. "No no no. If I admit it, you won't call the sheriff?"

Wanda told him, "First, you let us search you. A proper search. Then we'll decide what else we're going to do with you."

He still looked undecided for a minute, then finally started to reach around behind him to retrieve the stolen merchandise.

Wanda stepped in. "Nope. It has to be a proper search. Hazel and I, as the proprietors, have to conduct it so everything is legal. Put your hands on top of your head like I told you before. If I have to repeat myself from now on, you get a smack on the bottom every time. Move your hands without our permission, and you'll get more than a smack. It’ll be a full-fledged spanking."

Bailey looked over at Ellie. His situation would've been embarrassing enough with just the two middle-aged women present. But a girl from his class was witnessing his shame. He knew everyone could tell he was close to crying and he'd just been threatened with a spanking right in front of her. He slowly lifted his hands and placed them on top of his head.

He mumbled something under his breath.

Wanda said, “What? Speak up, boy.”

“I SAID you can’t spank me. I’m fourteen years old.”

Wanda smiled. “Shall I prove you wrong right here and now?”

Bailey’s brief bit of courage withered under her steely gaze.

“Ummm… no ma’am.”

He looked over at Ellie again to see if she was laughing at him. She wasn’t. Not yet.

Wanda commanded, "Interlace your fingers and keep them that way."

Bailey complied, looking miserable.

Wanda walked around the boy and looked him over critically from every side. She stopped in front of him and reached up under his t-shirt with both hands, touching his bare skin.

"What are you doing?" he cried.

Wanda told him, "I'm conducting a preliminary pat-down search. Behave yourself or we call the sheriff."

Bailey forced himself to stand still while Wanda ran her hands up and down his torso, front and back, then up and around his arms inside the jacket. She was very thorough, feeling every inch of him. He shuddered when she brought her hands back down and paid particular attention to his armpits. He'd been sweating from the stress of his capture, so her fingers slid easily. He was very self-conscious, knowing she knew how sweaty his armpits were.

She looked at Hazel and said, "The boy's just a baby. No hair in his underarms yet."

Ellie, who'd been watching in a state of awe, finally giggled. Bailey looked over at her with a wounded expression.

Wanda's hands emerged from the boy's t-shirt and slid around behind him to cup his buttocks. When he started to object, she gave him a stern look. He made an unhappy face and let her continue.

She told Hazel, "There's something back here. Feels like a book."

Bailey said, "It IS a book. If you'd just let me get it..."

Wanda said, "Hush. And don't make me have to tell you again."

Ellie was starting to notice how warm the room seemed to be, even though the ceiling fan was still running. She thought, "I think it's just ME. I can't believe what I'm seeing. It’s… making me… hot.”

Wanda knelt down in front of Bailey and told him, "Spread your legs wider."

He looked at her suspiciously, but complied. She reached between his legs and placed her palm under his crotch. She applied a small amount of pressure and squeezed. Bailey yelped and lifted up on his tiptoes.

Wanda commanded, "Down, boy. This is a favorite place for shoplifters to hide the goods. Especially youngsters like you. They think no one will dare check them there."

Wanda was obviously not afraid to check there, and thoroughly at that. She groped him everywhere between his legs. By the time she was through, she probably had the shape of his penis and scrotum memorized by touch. Bailey was shaking. He kept looking over at Ellie, hoping she'd suddenly not be there. She was there, and watching intently with a look of wonder on her face.

Wanda had been amused to feel the boy’s penis stiffen slightly under her touch. Only slightly, but the search was just beginning. They had all day if they wanted it.

Now she ran her hands up inside the leg openings of his shorts, touching his bare legs. She heard Bailey moan, "Oh, God."

She felt all around his upper legs, then came into contact with his underwear. She repeated her earlier crotch inspection, but this time with only the thin cloth of his underwear between her hands and his most private parts. He stiffened more.

"Please, stop. Please please please," he begged.

Hazel said, "We have a deal, boy. We take care of this here, just between us, or we call in the sheriff. Do I have to remind you what happens to boys like you behind bars?"

"No, ma'am." he said miserably.

Wanda cupped his scrotum, testing it. She thought, "Big balls for such a small boy."

She grasped his penis, checking its length and girth. Not bad either. She felt him stiffen even more. Despite how terrified and mortified he was, she was sure she could have him fully hard very soon.

She felt behind his scrotum and stopped where she judged his anus to be. She pushed up into it with her thumb, making him yelp again. His reaction was so gratifying, she continued to push her thumb in and wiggled it around. Bailey was almost doing a little dance as he tried to push off from the floor with his feet to escape her rude attentions.

He was moaning, "Ohh ohhh ohhhhhh."

Wanda concentrated on this spot for quite a while. She said, "You wouldn't believe what people can hide in their bottomholes."

Bailey cried, “I think… your thumb… it’s in me.”

Wanda said, “Just searching for stolen goods.”

Ellie was sweating now, at least as much as Bailey. Her schoolwork was forgotten. The day had turned into an strangely exciting episode of The Twilight Zone.

When Wanda declared she was satisfied, at least for the moment, that no other merchandise was hidden between Bailey's legs, she moved on down to his lower legs.

She wrapped her hands around his ankles just above his socks, then moved her hands all the way up to his shorts, then down again. Up and down repeatedly, almost like she was masterbating his legs. The similarity wasn't lost on Bailey. He moaned and whispered, "Oh man oh man."

Her up and down movement was soon reaching all the way up into his shorts. Then her fingers started to enter the leg openings of his underwear. Her thumbs were brushing against his scrotum. Then she’d slide back down to his socks before doing it all again. Bailey knew this was no ordinary search. He also knew if he complained, they could just make one phone call to the sheriff and his life would be ruined. MORE than ruined. He didn’t want to be everybody’s girlfriend.

Wanda's fingers were getting more and more intimate every time they entered his underwear. His erection was now obvious to everyone in the room. Including Ellie. She thought she might pass out.

Suddenly, Wanda stood up and dusted off her knees. "That's all for that part of the search. I thought for a moment I'd found something else hidden in your shorts. Something hard. But that was just YOU, young Bailey. Boys your age are too full of hormones for your own good. No self control at all.”

Ellie giggled again. Bailey looked so ashamed, she immediately regretted it. She liked the boy. Really liked him. She'd always thought he was cute. She'd even tried a few times to get to know him better, but he was so painfully shy and awkward, he hadn't even realized she was interested.

In the past half hour, she'd discovered that, much as she liked Bailey, she also liked seeing him scared and embarrassed. Not TOO scared. But she was sure her aunt wouldn't take it too far. Aunt Wanda had always been a bit unusual, but she wasn't dangerous. Just eccentric. Everyone in town speculated about her relationship with Hazel. Ellie didn't care one way or another.

She was starting to think that she might be as eccentric as her aunt. Why else was she getting so excited seeing a boy she liked being humiliated like this? She'd think about that later. For the moment, she knew her aunt wasn't through with her search.

Bailey was still trembling from the overly personal nature of the search. He was also still hard. He tried to bending forward a bit to hide his arousal, even though he knew everyone had already seen it. He was actually successful. His big t-shirt hung forward, covering the incriminating bulge in his shorts.

But Wanda noticed and commanded, "Stand up straight, Bailey. There's no slouching in this shop."

The boy sighed miserably and straightened his posture. His crotch-level tent was immediately obvious.

Wanda turned to Hazel. "Ok, your turn."

Bailey glanced up and asked, "Her turn for what?"

Hazel said, "Wanda's always taken care of store security. But we've decided I need to get involved too. There may be days when she isn't here. So I've been observing how a search is conducted. Now we'll see how much I've learned. I'm going to do everything Wanda did."

Wanda aid, "And you'll do it over and over till you get it right."

Bailey cried out, "Oh NOOOOO!"

Before Hazel could begin, Bailey said, Please, don’t do any more. I… I have a problem. A BAD problem.”

Wanda smiled to herself and asked, “And what would that problem be?”

Bailey glanced at Ellie, then asked, “Can SHE leave the room for a minute while I tell you?”

Wanda said, “SHE has more right to be here than a miscreant like you. And you don’t tell a girl where she can be and where she can’t. Now speak up or Hazel starts her search.”

Bailey hung his head. “I… I guess you noticed I got…” His last word faded away.

Wanda demanded, “You got WHAT?”

Bailey looked up angrily. “I got HARD. My thing. It got hard.”

This time Ellie didn’t just giggle. She laughed out loud, then said, “Oops. Sorry Bailey. But I just never would’ve imagined a boy telling three women his thing got hard.”

Wanda said, “Yeah, I noticed. I must’ve liked the attention.”

Bailey said, It didn’t. It didn’t like it at all. But… when you’re my age, it can happen at any time. God, I can’t believe I’m talking about this.”

Wanda said, “So your wiener got excited. So what? You’re a fourteen year old boy. It probably STAYS excited.”

Ellie laughed again. And again said, “Sorry.”

Bailey looked back down at the floor and said, “Never mind. It’s too embarrassing to talk about.”

Hazel said, “Fine. Can I get to work now? Good.” Her search took way longer. She was being slow and meticulous. And when Wanda thought she wasn't being thorough enough, Hazel would do it again. And again. Bailey was shaking and moaning constantly.

Hazel was reaching deeper into the boy’s underwear than Wanda had. She had both hands all over everything. Bailey wasn’t a stranger to embarrassing circumstances. He’d had more than his fair share of them. But this was something new. He’d never been touched like this before. And it was all happening right in front of Ellie.

Finally, he couldn’t stake it anymore. He couldn’t hold in what had been trying to get out. While Hazel had her hands cupping his sweaty scrotum, Bailey cried out, "Oh no. Oh oh oh OHHHHHH."

He bent forward, then arched backwards, then began thrusting his hips forward rhythmically. Hazel pulled her hands out and stepped back. Everyone, including Ellie, knew what was happening. Bailey was ejaculating in his underwear. His last "OHHHHH" extended for the duration. He reached down with one hand and started jerking himself through his shorts.

When he was finished, he looked at Ellie and the two women with pure degradation in his eyes. He was breathing heavily, almost gasping.

He managed to say, "I... I didn't do anything. Nothing happened.”

Wanda laughed and said, "Sure you didn't, kid. You boys have no self control. Hazel, finish your search. Just watch out for any sticky situations."

Bailey looked more humiliated than ever.

Ellie was starting to think this had gone too far. She didn't want the boy she liked to be permanently psychologically scarred. But every time she'd start to speak up on Bailey's account, she'd stop and reconsider. She'd just watched a boy have a spontaneous orgasm. He hadn't even been touching himself when it started. Ellie had seen that Hazel had her hands up Bailey's underwear, but she hadn't had them wrapped around his wiener. She’d ovbiously been holding his balls. And Bailey had just started… squirting his stuff. She hadn't known that could happen. She thought boys had to pump it out by hand, like Bailey had started doing towards the end. She thought, "Just a few minutes more. Then I'll say something. I’ll ask Aunt Wanda to stop. I mean, I'll probably never see anything like this ever again in my life. And it’s educational.”

When Hazel finally finished, Bailey was drenched in sweat and so weak he thought he might collapse.

He begged Wanda, "Please let that be all. That's the end of it, isn't it? I mean, you've gotten back at me for stealing from you. You've humiliated me so much I'll never be able to forget it. And I humiliated myself by... you know... doing it."

Wanda said, "Silly little boy. This was just phase one. We haven't even rescued our merchandise you stole yet."

Bailey sobbed with exhaustion and despair. "Let me take it out and give it back. You can still sell it to someone else."

Hazel demanded, "How are we going to do that? You’ve had it down the back of your shorts. And I could tell it was inside your underwear, right up against your bare butt. Even if you weren't sweating like a pig all over it, we couldn't let someone take it. Not even for free. It's been contaminated by boy butt."

Wanda told him, "There's a silver lining for you though. You get to put your arms down, at least for a little while. We need to remove your jacket and t-shirt and we can't do that with your hands on your head."

"Bailey looked alarmed. "You're taking my jacket and shirt off? Why?"

Wanda asked him, "What part of STRIP search do you not understand?"

Bailey cried, "STRIP search. You never said anything about a strip search. You just said SEARCH."

"Hmmm. Did I forget to mention that part? Oh, well. We can always stop now and call the sheriff."

Bailey said, "No, no. Don't. But... it's not like... an all the way strip search, is it? I won't be... naked?"

Wanda lost a little of her patience. "AGAIN. What part of strip search do you not understand? People don't leave their clothes ON when they're stripped."

Bailey said, "But not ALL my clothes. I can leave my shorts on. Ellie’s not going to me… you know… completely naked?”

Wanda turned to Hazel and said, "Is the boy dense or am I not being clear?"

"It's not you, dear."

Wanda went around behind Bailey and pulled his jacket all the way off without warning. He made a wordless sound of anguish. Next, she whipped his t-shirt over his head. Both garments landed on the floor. He was bare from the waist up.

Wanda ordered him to put his hands back on top of his head. He shakily complied. He looked stunned. It had only been his upper body that was bared, but he knew the rest of him would soon follow.

Ellie looked over the boy's sweaty torso, loving every inch of skin. His body was nice and slim. Her aunt had been correct. He didn't have any hair in his armpits yet, but that was ok. Overall, he was slender, but not skinny like so many boys his age were. And all that slenderness was hers to feast her eyes on. She knew she should feel guilty about enjoying Bailey's humiliating search, and she did... just a little. Enough to feel deliciously naughty. Besides, he'd brought this on himself by stealing from her aunt.

She moved over to one side so she could see where he'd hidden the stolen book. The top half of a paperback was sticking out the rear of Bailey's shorts. Hazel made a tsk-tsk sound and tried to pull the book out, but Bailey had sweated through the back cover, adhering the book to his skin. Hazel looked at Wanda.

Wanda said, "Go for it. He's going to be losing them soon enough anyway."

Before Bailey could react, Hazel reached around and quickly unbuttoned the boy's shorts and pulled his zipper down. She didn't have to pull the shorts down too because they dropped to the floor all on their own. Quite suddenly, Bailey only had his underwear to protect his modesty. He gasped out, "Oh, my God."

Ellie, looking at all that bare skin on display, said the same thing. And it wasn't even like she was seeing him in a skimpy swimsuit. He was in his UNDERWEAR. The thrill she'd been experiencing was nothing compared to the rush that hit her this time. The boy she'd had a crush on for over a year had just been forcibly stripped to his underwear right in front of her. Making his embarrassment even more acute, there was a big wet area in the front that wasn't sweat. Ellie could tell the fluid was more viscous. She thought, “I’m seeing Bailey's stuff. That seemed so incredibly personal. It comes out of his BALLS.”

Bailey looked at Ellie, pleading with his eyes. She tried to hide her slight, involuntary smile, but was too late. He looked down at himself, then back to her.

He begged her, "Please don't tell anyone about this. Please."

Ellie said, "Hmmmm. We'll see."

She didn't intend to betray him that way. But keeping that to herself for the moment gave her a sense of power. Maybe she’d tell him his secret was safe later. Or maybe she’d wouldn’t.

She took a moment to appreciate how silly the boy looked standing there in just his stained undies with his shorts around his ankles. She remembered when she was around nine years old. Her cousin Hank was in town with his parents. He was a few months younger than her. They’d been playing in the backyard with one of her friends, Melissa, while the adults were out. Hank had stopped playing and told them, “I’ll be back in a minute.” He ran around the corner of the house.

Both girls instantly knew what he was going to do. He had to pee. After exchanging a wicked look, they snuck after him. They found him with his back to them, peeing on a bush. And Hank hadn’t just pulled it out of his zipper. He’d dropped his pants and underwear to the ground. He was completely bare below his short t-shirt.

The girls started laughing out loud at the sight of his little bare butt and the sound of his stream hitting the bush. Hank had staggered around in shock to face them. He was still peeing so it spread out in an arc while he turned. He screamed, No. Oh NO,” and fell back against the bush letting go of his wiener. The remainder of his pee went straight down into his underwear and pants. By the time he recovered from the shock of two girls seeing him front and back AND peeing, his clothes were soaked.

When Hank stopped crying, Melissa said they’d make a deal with him. If he’d take the rest of his clothes off and let them acquaint themselves with his boy body, they’d wash his clothes and keep quiet about him peeing outside, something he was NOT supposed to do. She’d heard his mother getting after him about it before, saying, “DOGS pee in the grass. BOYS should have more self-respect.” He’d be in BIG trouble if they told on him.

He cried some more, but finally gave in. The girls had him for the entire wash and dry cycles. By the time the clothes were clean and dry, the girls were VERY acquainted with his body.

Melissa had been the mastermind. Ellie had just followed her example. She’d never have had the nerve to initiate something like that, but she also didn’t step in to stop it from happening. It was far too interesting. And exciting. Melissa had even showed her what happened when you jerked a boy’s wiener up and down for a while. Laying in the grass, Hank had cried and begged her to stop. But after a minute he stopped fussing. He had a look of wonder on his face. Melissa was teaching HIM a few things along with Ellie.

When it started to happen, Hank pushed himself up and cried out, “I’m about to pee. I’m going to pee again.”

But it wasn’t pee. It wasn’t even boy stuff since he was only nine. But the effect was just the same on him.

The evening, when he and Ellie were alone in her bedroom, Hank got off of the little cot he slept on when visiting and asked her to do it again for him. She told him to do it himself. He got mad and started to go back to his cot. Ellie surprised herself by telling him he was going to have to do it now since he’d brought the subject up. And he had to do it naked. Otherwise, his little pee incident was going to become common knowledge in the household.

He said, “Then I’ll tell what you girls did to me.”

Ellie asked, “Do you think anyone will believe you?”

The answer was obvious. Hank reluctantly took his pajamas off and did it while she watched.

For years, every time his family came to visit, Ellie would make him undress and show here how much bigger he was getting. And, of course, he had to do it for her every time. His family moved across the country before he was old enough to hit puberty, so she never saw any boy stuff.

Till now. Till Bailey.

Hazel tried to pull the paperback out of Bailey's underwear again, but it wouldn't move.

She told Wanda, "The book's stuck. The boy's bottom is too sweaty."

Wanda told her, "Do what you gotta do."

Without hesitation, Hazel jerked the back of Bailey's underwear down. The paperback clung to his damp skin for a moment, then fell to the floor, revealing his entire naked butt. Ellie tried to say "Oh, my God" again, but the words caught in her throat. His bottom was beautiful. His butt cheeks were perfectly rounded. Even his butt crack excited her. She thought, "I'm getting all hot and bothered over a butt crack. How weird is THAT?"

She edged back around so she could see Bailey from the front again. His underwear hadn't been pulled all the way down on that side, but they were low enough that she could see some hair curling over the white waistband of his briefs. She thought to herself, "That's his PUBIC hair. Oh, my GOD." In the space of a few seconds, she'd seen Bailey’s completely bare bottom AND his pubic hair. Then she had to remind herself, she'd seen even more than that. She'd seen Bailey having an orgasm... what the kids at school called cumming. And she'd seen his his stuff coating the front of his underwear. In fact, she was looking at it even now.

Bailey saw where Ellie was looking. To her amazement... and his... he started to stiffen. The front of his underwear began to poke out.

He practically screamed, "NOOOOO. Please stop. I can't do this anymore. Call the sheriff. It couldn't be as bad as this. I'll go to juvie. I'll do whatever the other boys make me do. At least there won't be a girl there to humiliate myself in front of. Just boys. And the cops won't... won't degrade me like this."

Hazel laughed at him. "Don't be naive, kid. I worked in a supermarket ages ago when I was only a couple of years older than you. We caught a teenage boy stuffing merchandise down his pants. Just like you. When the cops got there, they strip searched him in the employee break room. Stripped him down to the skin right there in front of everyone. There were four of us girls, a couple of older women and two men. We watched every bit of it, and the cops didn't care one bit. He was just a thieving little punk who deserved whatever he got. That boy was MORTIFIED. He had to stand there like that for over an hour while other people… the store manager, the lady from the local paper, and a bunch of others… came and went. A police photographer even came in and took photos of him. Who knows what for. Probably just for the cops to laugh and show around to their friends." She paused, thinking back. "He was my first naked boy. Just like you're going to be Ellie's first. At least I think you'll be the first."

Wanda gave Ellie a look. "You better not have been around any other naked boys. I'll tell your mama."

Ellie thought about Hank, but said, "No, of course not."

Wanda nodded, then said to Bailey, "And if the sheriff takes you in, he's going to do the same thing we are. Or maybe have one of his deputies do it. He's got some women on the payroll, too… dispatchers, secretaries. All of them will be watching. And whoever else that happens to be there, like some old lady reporting her missing cat. You don't get a private room to strip down in, not in THIS county. And who knows, they might take some photos. You’ll never know who gets to see those. And if your wiener pops a hardon like it's doing now, things will get even more unpleasant. Cops don't like pervy little hoodlums like you getting off right there in the squad room.

Bailey cried, "I'm not getting off! I don't know why it's doing that. I mean, Ellie's looking at me and..."

Wanda said, "Oh. So you like showing off your body to my niece?"

"NO! I mean... I don't know. Can I cover it up? With my hands? Please. This is so humiliating."

Hazel said, "You ought to be used to it. We've already watched you popping your cork."

Ellie moved in closer to Bailey. She couldn't take her eyes off of the protruding white cloth of his underpants. When his erection had reached its full length, his waistband was pulled away from his body so much that she could see down into his underwear. She could see his tuft of curly hair and even the base of his hardened penis. Inside her head, she was chanting, "That's his dick. That's his dick. That's his dick."

Bailey followed her gaze down again and saw what she saw. Hazel had exposed his entire bottom, and now he'd managed to expose himself in front. Ellie, that cute girl in his science class, could see his pubic hair AND about an inch of his shaft. And all because he'd gotten a hardon while standing in front of her in nothing but his underwear. In front of her AND the two old women who had somehow taken full control of him. He just knew Ellie was going to tell every kid in school about this on Monday.

There was the sound of banging at the front door. Everyone looked over to see two women peering in the glass at the two shop owners, the girl and the almost naked boy with an erection. Bailey recognized one of them as his mother's friend, Mrs. Sagan. The other was his math teacher at school, Mrs. Cook. Then he looked down and saw a little girl and boy peeking through the bottom of the glass. They were around seven or eight years old. Both were giggling. They had to be Mrs. Sagan's children.

Wanda called out, "Sorry. We're closed for a while. We're taking care of a shoplifter. Having to search him."

Mrs. Sagan shouted through the glass, "Shoplifting? Bailey! What's gotten into you. Your mother didn't raise you that way."

Mrs. Cook added, "And why are you... pointing like that? Really. That's obscene, young man."

Bailey used to enjoy his erections and the pleasure they brought him all alone in his bedroom. They were fun to play with. Now he never wanted to have another one ever again. This was the worst day of his life, and he was no stranger to embarrassing incidents. There had been plenty, but they paled in comparison.

Mrs. Sagan was sure to tell his mother, and Mrs. Cook would tell every teacher in school. Between her and Ellie, on Monday the entire school would know that Bailey was a shoplifting pervert. And, this being a small town, everyone else would know by Tuesday.

Making it worse, Bailey broke down in huge, racking sobs. He couldn’t help it.

Mrs. Cook yelled, "Go on and cry, Bailey. No one's going to feel sorry for you. You're a smart boy. All As and Bs. And then you pull a stunt like this! It's shameful."

Ellie knew Mrs. Cook was wrong. SHE felt sorry for Bailey. She really did. But she was also experiencing that ongoing thrill of watching him being stripped and humiliated. She knew a lot of the pleasure was because Bailey hadn't responded to her attempts to befriend him. She also knew it wasn't because he was snooty or arrogant. So many of the other boys acted like that towards her because she was considered a 'smart girl'. No boy wanted someone like HER. They wanted a girl who was gorgeous and stupid. Bailey, though, wasn't like that. He was just shy. That was one of the reasons she liked him. Another reason was, as Mrs. Cook had just said, his grades were almost as good as hers. She wasn’t turned on by big, dumb jocks. Smart and cute did it for her.

Mrs. Sagan said, "Bailey, your mother is going to hear about this."

The boy had almost reached his limit. In an uncharacteristic manner, he yelled back, "No kidding. I never would've guessed. I mean, it's not like you're a BUSYBODY!"

Her mouth dropped open in surprise. She said something to his math teacher, then they both turned and stalked off down the sidewalk with the still giggling children in tow.

Bailey, hands still on his head, let out another sob.

Ellie looked him over even more. He was really sweating now. It ran down his face and body. Ellie watch a drop slide down the boy's chest to his stomach, then disappear in his little curly bush. His white briefs had become a bit see-through as they soaked up the sweat.

Hazel said to Wanda, "Looks like it was just the one book. At least that I can see."

Wanda said, "We're going to search the rest of him just to be sure."

Hazel said, "You got it."

She walked around in front of Bailey, grabbed his waistband on either side of his protrusion. She was careful to avoid the sticky spot. Then she pulled the cloth up and outwards. His rigid penis popped out and bobbed up and down for a moment before settling into a 45 degree angle pointing up. Bailey shrieked, but amazingly kept his fingers interlaced on top of his head. The fear of a spanking at fourteen years old was strong. Hazel then jerked his underwear down to his ankles and stepped back. Wanda joined her as they both appraised their captive thief in all his nakedness.

Ellie hoped that no one noticed she had shrieked at the same time Bailey did. He was now completely naked. He still had his underwear and shorts, but they were around his ankles. Nothing that would give him any coverage was where it belonged. For all the concealment they gave him, he also had his VERY grungy tennis shoes and his socks. Oh well, he'd always been a scruffy boy. Not at all what you'd expect from one of the smarter students in school. It was kind of cute.

Now she was seeing EVERYTHING he had. And the best part of that everything was as hard as it could be, sticking out in front of him. It was pointing so high, she could see his entire ballsack hanging below it. She couldn't believe her aunt and Hazel were doing this to the poor boy, but she'd decided she wasn't going to complain. This wasn’t like Hank and his little bitty wiener at all.

As for Bailey, he was wishing he could just go into shock. Maybe pass out completely. Or die. All his life, he’d suffered a embarrassing ordeals where he was involuntarily naked, but this one might be the worst.

His mother had always insisted on accompanying him into the exam room during doctor's appointments. And since he was her only child, she worried about him constantly. Any time he’d just sneeze, it was off to the doctor. He had LOTS of unnecessary doctor appointments. And she’d always insist on a thorough examination. She STILL did that. At HIS age. Just a month before, she'd watched the doctor conduct a prostate check, something Bailey had heard rumors about but hadn't quite believed. But it was true. And it was even more embarrassing than he'd imagined. Before the exam began, he'd had to strip to his underwear as usual. And, as usual, he'd begged his mother to wait in the waiting room. He was FOURTEEN now. Also, as usual, she refused, saying she'd seen everything he had a million times. She'd changed his diapers and bathed him after all. It never did any good for him to point out that had been YEARS ago.

After the standard exam was completed, the doctor told him to remove his underwear, leaving him naked. This happened every time too. His mother watched while the doctor handled the very things she'd always told Bailey to never let a man touch. This was all horribly embarrassing, but nothing new.

Then came something that WAS new. The doctor told him to bend over the table. That pointed his rear end straight at his mother where she sat behind him about three feet away. He didn't want to think about what all she could see... which was EVERYTHING. The doctor then stuck a thick, greased finger up his butt and felt around inside of him for what seemed like an eternity. That doctor's finger was BIG. Bailey grunted and moaned so much his mother came over to stroke his hair and tell him everything was all right for the remainder of the ordeal. But it wasn't all right. It was HORRIBLE. Especially the part where a pretty nurse came in right in the middle of it to talk to the doctor while he worked.

Afterwards, just to make it even more humiliating, the nurse gave him a tissue so he could wipe all the lube off his butthole. She and his mother supervised him because, as the nurse said, "You know how boys can be." He had to bend over again so his mother could check to make sure he did the job right. Of course, according to her, he hadn't. He never did ANYTHING right. She did it for him a second time.

As awful as that had been, standing there naked and hard in front of Ellie and the two old women was worse. It was about to destroy him. Besides being completely exposed to her, she had to think he was some kind of freak for getting hard. He didn't even know why he was hard. He just knew that feeling had been growing inside him. The tingly sensation deep down where his thing connected to his balls told him a messy explosion of sticky stuff wasn't too far away. How could that be? This wasn't like laying on his bed and jerking himself while he imagined Ellie undressing just for him. THAT was fun. This was the furthest from fun anything could possibly be.

He’d even done it when that old woman, Hazel, had been feeling him up. Hoe himiliating was THAT?

WHY had he tried to steal that stupid science fiction novel. All he had to do was wait a week and his allowance would've covered the cost. But he'd decided to see what it was like to be a criminal. Well, he'd found out. It was so embarrassing that he couldn't stop crying. Bailey didn't have what it took for a life of crime.

And what was he going to do if he couldn't stop himself from squirting again? He remembered a time in school, not too long ago. He'd gotten hard as he watched the young English teacher's butt as she wrote on the blackboard. It had been a few days since he'd played with himself, so he was already in a state of desperate horniness. Every little movement made the fabric of his underwear rub against his sensitive thing, bringing him closer and closer to the point of no return. Finally, in a panic, he raised his hand and frantically told the teacher he had to go to the bathroom REALLY BAD. Everyone laughed as he fled the room, trying to cover his hardon. He was only halfway to the restroom when an intensely gratifying orgasm almost brought him to his knees. He squirted a LOT. It soaked through his underwear and made a big wet spot on the front of his jeans.

He didn't dare go back to class like that. Instead, he headed for the nurse's office and actually made it there without being seen. His victory was short-lived. She was talking with the principal, Mrs. Menard. As he stood there in front of them with the huge wet spot on his crotch, he tearfully told them he'd waited too long to go too the bathroom and had peed in his pants. As embarrassing as that fictional admission was, it was better than the truth. But the nurse wasn't fooled.

She said, "That isn't urine, is it, Bailey?"

He cried even more as he told them the truth. He swore he wan’t playing with it in class. It just happened. Both women looked at him and shook their heads.

The principal simply said, "Boys."

The nurse nodded in agreement.

She called Bailey's mother and told her to bring him some clean underwear and jeans. Bailey had to stand in a corner till she arrived. There was no way the nurse was going to let him sit in a chair. When his mother got there, she looked him over and sighed.

She turned to the nurse and said, "Boys."

The nurse nodded again.

Bailey's mother made him take off his moist jeans and underwear right there in front of her the nurse. When he complained, she said, "She's a nurse and I'm your mother." As if that made the complete lack of privacy somehow ok. He thought, "At least the principal already left." Of course, she returned as he was standing there, naked from the waist down, trying to clean himself up with wads of toilet paper while his mother continually told him he was doing it wrong. Just as she had done when he tried to wipe the lube off his butthole at the doctor, she finally stepped in to take over and do it herself. Bailey clenched his eyes shut while his mother wiped his penis and scrotum clean, talking all the while with the other women about how nasty boys could be. She told them about all the times she'd caught him masterbating in the last couple of years. And when she'd caught himself rubbing against one of his stuffed toys when he was six. And how when he was ten, he'd used some twine to tie a red cloth around his penis and called it Superman, then couldn't get it untied. She'd had to cut the twine with scissors while he screamed in terror in the arms of a lady from next door. And how she'd caught him just in time when he was about to put his thing in the vacuum cleaner hose. That was only about a week before. Ever since that day, when he'd see the nurse or the principal in the hallway at school, he'd almost burst into tears.

Horrible as all of those previous experiences were, they weren't nearly as embarrassing as this strip search by two angry old women. That was because they hadn't had Ellie as a witness. He'd had a crush on her for over a year. Most of the time when he played with himself, it was Ellie he was fantasizing about. For her to see his shameful, crying, erect, cum squirting, completely naked humiliation was unbearable.

He'd hoped to one day work up the courage to ask her out for a soda. For a while it seemed like she'd be open to that. She'd even said hello to him a few times. But all hope was lost for any kind of relationship with her. Not after this awful day. He'd disgraced himself completely.

Wanda said, "Step out of your shorts and underwear, then take off those nasty tennis shoes yourself. We're not touching them. Your socks too."

Bailey lowered his hands, then did as the woman ordered. Ellie watched in fascination as the boy had to hop around to remove each shoe, then each sock. His wiener and ballsack flopped around like crazy. She thought, "It must be awful to be a boy and have those dangly, inconvenient parts getting in the way and bouncing around everywhere." But she wasn't a boy, so she loved being able to watch.

A sudden banging from the front door made everyone jump. And when Bailey jumped, his boy parts jumped even more.

Mrs. Sagan and the others were back. She was shouting through the door, "And another thing... Oh, my GOD."

Mrs. Cook's mouth dropped open. The kids weren't just giggling now. They were laughing so hard they had to clutch their stomachs.

Wanda called out, "The search was more extensive than we'd planned. The boy even had merchandise stuck up his bottom. You wouldn’t believe how much stuff he could cram in there. I think he must practice at home for it.”

Bailey cried, "WHAT?"

Mrs. Sagan looked at him sadly. "Bailey. It's a dark, dark path you're heading down. Hopefully your poor mother can get you some counseling."

Bailey said, “No. She’s lying. I didn’t stick anything up my butt. And I don’t do it at home. Please don’t tell my mother that.”

Mrs. Sagan said firmly, “Bailey, you do NOT accuse your elders of lying. That’s disrespectful.”

Mrs. Cook said, "And you're STILL... pointing. You've become a sex fiend, young man."

Mrs. Sagan said, “Let's get the children out of here. They shouldn't see this."

Hazel watched the other women leave. She lamented, "Maybe we should've done this in the back."

Wanda said, "We'll have to do the next part back there anyway."

Bailey said, "WHAT next part?"

Hazel asked, “What if they call the authorities and tell them we have a naked boy in here.”

Wanda scoffed and told her, “It’s not like he’s a girl. No one cares about a boy’s modesty.”

Bailey knew this was true. Two years ago his mother had enrolled him in a swimming class at the Y in a town about half an hour away. He’d been shocked to learn all swimming would be done in the nude. But only for boys. Girls got to wear swimsuits. He’d wanted to quit on the spot, but his mother refused to let him. She told him the classes were segregated. She also said he stayed in his room too much. He needed to get to know other boys, make some friends. To do this, he needed to get involved in some kind of activity. Apparently that activity involved being in a class with twenty other naked boys. That was certainly a way to get to know them a lot better. He knew more than he wanted to know the moment he entered the locker room and saw all those bare bodies. They also knew more about him than he was comfortable with when he finally took off all his clothes.

One of the employees at the Y came in and told them the girls class was finished. The pool was theirs now. Get out there and have fun.

As they all trooped out into the pool area, Bailey was horrified to see the bleachers on both sides of the big pool were crammed with spectators. And they weren’t just males. There were women and girls too. A LOT of women and girls.

Bailey stopped walking, causing another boy to run into him from behind. When the boy’s front connected with Bailey’s back, it was a VERY awkward moment.

The other boy said, “I know. Having girls watching is embarrassing. Especially when you know them. I get teased by girls at school all the time. It’s almost as bad when their mothers see me. I mow yards for extra spending money. Half the women I do it for have seen me naked about a thousand times. It gets really awkward. But you eventually get used to it.”

Bailey asked, “Really?”

The boy said, “No, not in the slightest.”

Another boy said, “Every girl I go to school with has seen me naked. It’s awful.”

Another said, “The worst is when you have to go off the diving board. The girls always make sure to be right behind you so they get an eyeful of EVERYTHING. Including your butthole. You don’t know what embarrassing is till every girl you know has seen your goddamned butthole.”

A woman in a one-piece bathing suit walked up to the group and smiled. Bailey was intensely aware of how naked he was. Being with a bunch of other boys similarly unattired didn’t make a difference. He was still standing there in front of this strange woman with his wiener hanging between his legs in full view.

She stopped right in front of of him. “Hi. I’m Miss Francine. You must be the new boy, Bailey. It’s so nice to see you.”

She may have been trying to make him feel at ease, but mentioning how she could SEE him didn’t help his state of mind.

She put an arm around his shoulders and steered him over to the bleachers. There were only a few young boys sitting there. The rest were women and girls. Many of the girls were around Bailey’s age, making it all that much more embarrassing for him.

Miss Francine called out to the other boys, “You all hop in the pool and have fun for a while. I’m going to introduce Bailey around.”

Bailey said, “You really don’t have to. I’m fine.”

She said, “Nonsense.”

Most of the women were looking at Bailey and smiling. The girls were looking and smiling too, but THEIR smiles reminded him of a shark’s right before it devours you.

Miss Francine told Bailey, “These are the mothers and sisters of the boys in your class. Some of their sisters’ friends too. They come to watch the swimming every week. They’re real fans of the sport. Your mother should be here, too. Oh, there she is.”

His mother waved at him excitedly from about halfway up the bleachers. She had NOT told him she’d be watching his class. Or that anyone would be watching. Or that most of those anyones were female.

Miss Francine continued. “Everyone, this is Bailey. He’s new. Make him feel at home. We want him to be comfortable.”

He asked, “Does that mean I can wear a swimsuit?”

Miss Francine said, “No, silly. Now go down the first row and introduce yourself to each and everyone.”

Bailey caught his mother’s eye and mouthed the words, “Mom. Help.”

She waved again, smiling.

Under Miss Francine’s watchful eye, Bailey stood in front of each mother, or sister, or sister’s friend… who obviously was only there to ogle at naked boys… and said hello. They said hello back to him, and he moved on to the next one.

When he got to the next row of bleachers, things went from awkward and embarrassing to appalling beyond belief. There was very little space between the rows, and Bailey was standing while everyone else was seated. That meant when he stood in front of someone, his penis and scrotum were only inches away from that person’s face. The mothers smiled amiably and acted like they thought nothing of seeing his private parts so close they could count the pores in his skin. The girls, on the other hand, barely said hello. They were too busy taking in every detail. They always made sure to give him a wicked smile before he moved on.

There were thirty to forty people in the stands that day, and every one of them knew him very well indeed.

Bailey was STILL in swimming class two years later. He couldn’t swim very well and wasn’t allowed in the deep end. He just wasn’t a very good learner. He was always too aware of all those girls’ eyes on him. The mothers were almost as bad. Even though they weren’t getting a thrill out of seeing his bare body… at least he hoped they weren’t… he was still naked and they were still female.

The friends of the sisters kept changing. After a few months, Bailey figured every girl in that town had seen everything he had. And that was truly EVERYTHING. As the boy had said on his first day, girls made sure to be behind him every time he had to dive off the board.

At least he didn’t have to go to school with any of them. He felt sorry for the rest of the boys. Their lives at school must’ve been hell.

The women and girls would even enter the boys locker room before and after swim class. Even though they’d see him totally naked out at the pool, the locker room should’ve been male only. That made their intrusion all that much more embarrassing. They’d see him and the others boys dressing and undressing. They’d see them in the big open shower. They’d see the boys peeing in the urinals or even sitting on the toilets that were right out there in the open. Bailey was told the girls locker room had private showers and toilet stalls with doors.

If no mothers were around to install just a little bit of propriety, the girls were even more bold. Bailey was a prime target since he was the newest boy in the class. It was open season. He’d been caught peeing just about every time he had to go. Groups of three and four girls would stand on either side of the urinal and stare at his penis while his pee gushed out. He been caught on the toilet a number of times. They’s stand around him, looking down, and wouldn’t leave no matter how much he begged and pleaded. He had to do his business under their ever so watchful eyes. They’d didn’t even try to hide how much they enjoyed humiliating him. They’d laugh at him openly and loudly compare his penis to other boys in the class.

A few of the boys took him aside and told him to just act like it didn’t bother him. Take a shower, pee, poop, and do it all as if they weren’t even there. Eventually they’d get tired of his lack of reaction and move on.

“Really?” he asked.

“No. It’s never worked before, but you could be the lucky one.”

When he started growing peach fuzz, then real pubic hair, EVERYONE knew. Some of the mothers even congratulated him because he was becoming a young man. That just reinforced the fact that they were looking at his naked crotch. Even his own mother saw his new growth of hair. He begged her stop showing up at class. Just drop him off and pick him up. Her answer was the usual. “Stop being so silly, Bailey, I’m your MOTHER.”

He would’ve thought all the nakedness at the Y would make him immune to embarrassment. But it didn’t seem to work that way. Mainly because of Ellie. Not only was she a girl he went to school with, but she was a girl he really liked. The other girls at the Y, even the ones who made him go to the bathroom while they watched, were just people he saw once a week in another town. They could humiliate him, but he could leave them behind. Not so with Ellie. He saw her every day at school.

Also, Ellie wasn’t just seeing him naked. She was seeing him crying piteously. She was seeing him getting hard. Having an orgasm. She saw his stuff all over the front of his underwear. This wasn’t just embarrassing. It was devastating. It was the kind of thing you never got over.

Wanda interrupted his gloomy thoughts. “Come on, boy. We’re going to the back room.”

That sounded ominous as FUCK. “What’s in the back room?” he asked pitifully.

Hazel said, “The table.”

Even though that didn’t give him much of an answer, it made him even more nervous.

Wanda took one of his arms while Hazel took the other. They marched him to the back of the shop. Ellie followed behind. Bailey was very aware that she could see his bare butt the whole way. They took him through a door and down a long hall. At the end was another room. As Hazel had said, in the middle of the room was a large wooden table.

Wanda told him, “We use this mostly to fold clothes to put out on the racks. We also count out merchandise one it. We do all the paperwork here. We eat lunch at it, too. It’s very versatile.”

Bailey asked, “What… what does it have to do with ME?”

Hazel said, “That’s its other function. When we catch a shoplifter, sometimes we turn him over to the sheriff. But OTHER times, we give him the deal we gave to you. We take care of the problem ourselves and he avoids at trip to the pokey.”

Wanda added, “Of course, that doesn’t mean he’s off scot-free. There’s always a price to pay.”

Bailey sullenly said, “I think I’ve more than paid the price.”

Wanda told him, “Unfortunately for you, what YOU think doesn’t matter. You belong to US till we decide to let you go. Now get up on the table on your hands and knees.”

“What?”

Wanda’s voice changed. It got harder, meaner. “On the table, boy. NOW!”

Bailey scrambled up on the table and assumed the position. He knew Ellie was behind him. He knew what she could see. He tried telling himself it was just like at the pool. She was just a girl like all the others. But it didn’t work. He couldn’t fool himself. She wasn’t just another girl. She was Ellie. And he knew what she was seeing because he’d seen it himself a million times when other boys were on the diving board, bending down in preparation of launching themselves into the pool. Ellie could see his ballsack hanging down ludicrously from beneath his butt cheeks, calling attention to itself by swaying with every movement he made. And she could see his butt crack spread wide open. And she could see his butthole, the only part of his body that hadn’t been exposed to her before that moment. It was the most embarrassing part of his body, and it was right there in front of her.

He heard her whisper, “Oh, my God.” Those words reinforced how utterly revealing this position was. Bailey’s last bit of dignity was destroyed. It couldn’t get worse than this. Or so he thought.

Wanda was pulling on a rubber glove. She said, “Like I told that lady at the door, shoplifters can hide all kinds of things up their butt. We have to make sure that book was the only thing you stole.”

“It was,” Bailey cried. “It really was.”

She brought out a jar of petroleum jelly. “We’ll know soon enough.”

Wanda had seemed the nicer of the two shop owners, but she wasn’t gentle in the least once she got her finger up inside him. She twisted and turned and dug in deeper and deeper. Bailey was soon yowling at the intensity of the sensations she was producing in him. It went on and on. And on. He thought she’d never stop. When he thought she finally had, it turned out she was just stopping to get two fingers into play. It all began again.

Bailey had been sweating before, but it was nothing compared to the rivers that were rolling down his face, his body, his arms and legs, and his poor abused bottom. He continued to yowl like a dog. He uncontrollably humped the air above the table with his erect penis. He jetted his stuff all over the tabletop. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, Wanda introduced a third finger.

She only stopped after Bailey collapsed on the table, whimpering. The women gave him a few minutes to regroup, then Hazel had her turn. After another eternity, she withdrew the four fingers she’d been using. Bailey collapsed again.

He must’ve passed out. When he awoke, Wanda was arguing with Ellie. Wanda was saying, “You’ll never have another chance with him like this. If you’re interested in a boy, you’ve got to show him who’s boss.”

Ellie said, “I don’t know, Aunt Wanda. Watching you and Hazel do that to him was like watching a horror movie. But I have to admit, it was an EXCITING horror movie.”

Wanda said, “That’s it then.” She looked at Bailey. “You. Boy. Back in position.”

As Bailey slowly pushed himself back up to his hands and knees, he was asking himself, “Did that mean Ellie WAS interested in him? Even after all she’d seen?”

She approached him tentatively. She said, “I’m sorry, Bailey. Aunt Wanda insists that I do this.”

Then she walked around behind him again. Bailey looked over his shoulder and groaned. The height of the table insured she was right at eye level with her target. Could she STAY interested in him after seeing that part of him that close?

It took her a while to work up the nerve to slip her finger inside him. Once she did, though, she got right to work. She’d watched Bailey’s reactions to what Wanda and Hazel did, so she knew exactly what to do. She soon had him hard again. Not long after that, he was back to air humping. He didn’t yowl like before, but only because she wasn’t as rough with him as the others. He did, however, moan and sob and whimper.

She could tell when he was about to start squirting again. She leaned over, putting her face right next to his penis so she could watch him do it up close. With all the humping and bucking he was doing, his sweaty body kept bumping into her head. In such close quarters, she could smell all that sweat. It was strong, but not unpleasant.

She was surprised at the volume of his stuff when it started coming out of him since he’d already done it a number of times that day. The tabletop was a mess of sweat and semen. So was Bailey since he’d collapsed there twice before.

When he dropped onto the table again, he lay looking up at her, gasping for breath. His face writhed with humiliation. He managed to gasp out, “That was… that was…”

Ellie said, “That was just one finger. Get ready for two.”

Later, after Bailey was showered and dressed again, Wanda directed him to the front door. She surprised him by handing him the book that had started his whole long, excrutiating ordeal.

She said, “You’re not banned from the shop. You can come back any time you want. But if you ever try to steal from me again, the next time will be twice as bad. And don’t think you have a choice of me or the sheriff. You didn’t even have that THIS time.”

Bailey said meekly, “Yes, ma’am.”

Before he left, he turned to see Ellie standing at the counter. She raised her hand. After a moment, he did too.

The following week at school was awkward the few times they saw each other. Too much had happened between them. Neither of them had processed it all yet. They both were disappointed, but both had hope that later they might find a way to become friends. Maybe more than friends.

Another week passed and they still hadn’t spoken to each other.

Then, on a Saturday, Bailey showed up at What-Nots. Wanda, Hazel and Ellie were sitting at the front counter.

Bailey hung around, acting suspiciously just like before. After about thirty minutes, Wanda yelled, “Get over here, boy.”

He obediently approached the counter.

She demanded, “Are you stealing from us AGAIN?”

Bailey didn’t speak for a minute, then he said quietly, “Maybe.”

“WHAT?”

He repeated it a bit louder, “Maybe.”

Wanda said, “Maybe? What th…” Then she stopped. Bailey was waiting for something, not looking at her or the others. He stared down at the floor uncertainly.

That’s when Wanda understood.

“You MAYBE stole something? Well, we’re going to have to DEFINITELY find out for sure. Put your hands on top of your head. Interlace your fingers.”

Bailey didn’t move or say anything for a moment. Then he looked up and said, “Ummmm… I think this was a mistake. I don’t think I want to do this after all. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He started to turn and run for the door, but Wanda stopped him with a single word. “Halt.”

He halted, then turned around. His eyes were wide with fear.

“Get your butt back over here, boy. Once it’s started, we don’t stop till it’s done. And I warned you it would be twice as bad the second time. I hope you’re up for it. And I think it’s time to teach Ellie ALL the search techniques. And there are some we didn’t even use the last time. And believe me, they’re a doozy.”

Hazel flicked the switch under the counter that locked the front door.