Unjust Punishment

By Harry Bovis

[15,492 words]

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Unjust Punishment

Chris Painter was a fairly ordinary 15 year old boy. He was cute to look at with his handsome face and unruly mop of rich chestnut brown hair. But he was also painfully shy, especially around girls his own age. At school he kept his head down, did his work on time, and tried to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention to himself. He had a few friends but was never especially popular and had so far never had a girlfriend, or even really shown an interest in any girls. Even though he did have a few secret crushes on some of the girls in his classes.

One day something happened that turned his usually uneventful life upside down. Chris had been talking to his English teacher Mrs Stevens at the end of one lesson and hadn’t realised the rest of his class had already filtered out.

“Aren’t you late for your next class? Or do you have a free period?” ask Mrs Stevens.

“Oh no, I’m going to be late!” exclaimed Chris, as he quickly gathered his things and ran to the door. He opened it in a hurry before feeling a sudden thud and a yelp from the other side.

“Oww!” came a voice.

Chris looked around the door and saw an angry looking girl sitting on the floor surrounded by scattered books.

“You knocked me over on purpose!” she said, looking up at him with a scowl.

Chris recognised the girl as Becky, one of the more popular girls from his Geography classes. He always thought she was a pretty girl, but also quite mean and a bit of a bully.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” he whimpered. “Let me help you with these” as he started picking up the dropped books.

“Just leave me alone!” shouted Becky, still angry and embarrassed at being knocked over.

“Oh I’m so sorry, really”. Chris quickly backed away from the scene and skulked off to his next class.

He made it to his Chemistry lesson just in time and sat down, pulling his books out from his backpack. Still visibly flustered.

The lesson began and continued as normal until 15 minutes from the end, when a secretary knocked on the door bearing a message. “Christopher Painter to the headmistress please” came the ominous words.

All eyes in the room were on Chris as he collected his books, took a deep breath and left the classroom with his head down.

“What do you think you’re doing, assaulting a female student?” screamed the headmistress as he entered her office.

“I’m very sorry Miss. It was an accident, honestly Miss.”

“That’s not what Becky has told me,” answered the furious headteacher, “and why should I believe you over her, one of our star pupils?”

“I don’t know Miss, I’m sorry” came Chris’ sheepish reply.

“I have every right to expel you from the school!”

“Oh no please Miss.”

“I would very much like to. I don’t usually hand out second chances for violent behaviour.”

The distraught boy looked down at his feet, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“I’ve already spoken to Becky’s mother on the phone to inform her of the situation. Mrs Harford is a lawyer in the city and is even thinking about suing your family for any injury you may have caused”

“Oh no, it was an accident, really” sobbed Chris

“Well,” said the headmistress, more calmly. “She has proposed one possible way you can get out of this horrible mess.”

Chris looked up at the headmistress as she gave him a glimmer of hope.

“Yes, she would be willing to let this go and not push for your expulsion if you would be willing to accept a different kind of punishment. At the recently opened young offenders centre in the city.”

“I erm” mumbled Chris, lost for words.

“I believe they practise corporal punishment there. It might be embarrassing or painful for you, but it will all be over after the punishment session and you will be able to move on with your studies and forget this ever happened.”

Chris paused to consider the offer. It sounded very scary, but still better than the alternative of being expelled and then his family being sued by Becky Harford’s family.

“Okay then.” he sighed, “what do I have to do?”

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The thought of his impending punishment weighed heavily on his mind for the next few days, causing him to lose sleep, as well as his appetite. He had convinced his parents to let him go to the centre alone, preferring to keep whatever happened there as secret as he could. Eventually the weekend arrived as it always did, and Saturday, the day of his punishment was upon him.

The official letter from the centre had told him to arrive at 9am, expect to be there for a few hours, and to wear loose fitting clothing. He did as he was told and got to the centre on time, dressed in his baggy blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The punishment centre looked like an ordinary office building, with large double doors that needed to be pushed to open them. Chris made his way inside and went over to what looked like a reception desk with a young woman sitting behind it.

“Err, hello” he said to the receptionist, presenting the letter in his hand.

The young woman took the letter, quickly scanned it with her eyes and then looked up at him.

“You are Christopher Painter?” she asked

“Yes, I’m Chris”

“Mediation room 4. Through the door behind me, and then it’s on your right.” she said, handing his letter back.

Chris followed the girl’s directions and found himself in a hallway, next to a door with the number 4 on it. He knocked.

“Yes, come in.” came a voice from the other side.

He opened the door and stepped inside. Finding what looked like a regular office conference room with a large oval shaped table surrounded by 8 chairs. Only 3 of the chairs were occupied. One of them was occupied by Becky Harford, the girl from school he had knocked over.

“Are you Christopher?” asked one of the occupants. She was a fairly plain looking woman in her 30s. She wore a business suit and had a name tag that said “Nancy - Administrator”

“Yes, err, Chris Painter, miss”

“Okay take a seat Chris,” said Nancy, “I’m sure you know Becky from your school, and this is Becky’s mother Mrs Cynthia Harford.”

Chris looked over at the women, he thought both Becky and her mother had a similar look of smug superiority as they watched him nervously sit down. He had never seen Becky out of her school uniform before, he thought she looked more intimidating than usual, with her hair down and makeup done. Mrs Harford was quite a severe looking woman, he could see some resemblance to her daughter, they both had the same dark brown hair that fell straight and neat to their shoulders, and the same deep sea green eyes that stared back at him with little sympathy.

“Now Chris,” continued the Administrator, “you are being punished for assaulting a young woman. This is a serious charge and the punishment for which is twenty strokes with a leather strap, on your bare bottom. This will be carried out today. After that your punishment will be over, and with no further infractions, your record will be cleared twelve months from today. Do you understand what I have said to you?”

His face flushed and he started to sweat as he found out it would be his bare bottom being punished, and with a leather strap as well! He could see Becky and Mrs Harford smiling broad satisfied smiles at him as they heard exactly what his punishment would entail.

“Yes miss, I… understand” he managed to sputter out as reality started to dawn on him.

The Administrator slid a piece of paper across the table towards him with a pen on top of it.

“Okay, I just need you to sign this statement that you are prepared to accept your punishment as well as the necessary preparation and processing.”

Chris took a deep breath and signed at the bottom of the paper. Now he felt truly condemned.

“Excellent.” said the Administrator, turning to Becky and her mother, “Now Mrs Harford, as you know we carry out punishments under a mandate from the local authority, but we are still a private company, and as such we do offer some premium options that you may be interested in?”

“Yes please,” said Cynthia Harford, still looking at the boy, “I am more than happy to make a financial contribution to ensure that justice is done.”

“Well,” said the Administrator, “The bronze package is our basic no-cost option. With this option Chris will be strapped to a bench in a bent-over position, and he will be given a standard issue tabard that ensures only his buttocks are exposed during the punishment. But, for a reasonably small fee you can upgrade to the silver package where the tabard is no longer used and he will instead get a small loin cloth that covers only the genitals.”

“Oh! That could be interesting.”

“Of course all punishments are carried out in a public gallery in front of an audience, so the subjects often find being undressed like that in front of a crowd almost as bad as the strapping.”

“Oh no, please miss!” interjected the now terrified boy. He couldn’t believe he might be stripped in front of an audience.

“Be quiet, you!” snapped Mrs Harford, “I’m assuming there are more options?” she said, turning to the administrator.

“Yes, as you might have already guessed there is also the gold package where he will have his wrists and ankles secured to a punishment frame while standing upright. This makes it much harder for him to hide his reactions from the audience.”

“Oh my” exclaimed Mrs Harford with an amused look on her face. She observed the boy who was by now close to tears at the thought of being punished in front of who knows how many people.

“Yes, we find that the exposure of having to stand before the crowd causes them a great deal of additional shame, and really enhances their punishment.”

“Wow,” said Mrs Harford, “I think that might be something we would like, wouldn’t we, darling?”

“Oh, yes mummy,” replied Becky sheepishly, she was now blushing almost as thoroughly as Chris.

“Now, for VIP clients such as yourself Mrs Harford, we do also offer a platinum service. But this is quite an expensive option.”

“Well is it worth it? What does that get us?”

“Platinum is for those who would like to get a little more ‘hands on’. It entitles both yourself and your daughter to accompany Chris as he is being processed today, and you will also have a certain amount of control over how the punishment is carried out.”

“Oh very interesting,” said Mrs Harford, smirking at the boy. “I do think it would be quite beneficial for Becky to see that justice is being done. Up close and personal, so to say.”

“Excellent,” said the administrator, sliding the contract over towards Mrs Harford, “if you would like to sign here and be sure to tick the box for the package you would like to choose today.”

Mrs Harford took one last look at the nervous boy, before smiling to herself. With a flick of her expensive fountain pen, she ticked the box for the platinum package and signed on the dotted line.

Nancy took the contract signed by both parties and stored it safely in her folder. From her pocket she produced two white wristbands printed with the word “PLATINUM”, and handed them to Mrs Harford and her daughter. She turned to the boy, “Up you get Chris, let’s go get you processed.”

With a deep sigh, Chris slid his chair back and slowly rose to his feet. Nancy took him firmly by the wrist and pulled him out into the corridor, closely followed by Becky and her mother. She led the group deeper into the building, eventually arriving at a large open room with long benches in the middle, like the changing area of a gym. The walls were covered in shelves that held plastic laundry baskets.

Nancy led the boy into the centre of the room and grabbed one of the empty baskets.

“Put your clothes in here,” she commanded, as she placed the basket down on the bench and stood in front of him, “that means everything. Shoes, socks, watches, jewellery. And your underwear.”

She stood waiting, arms folded, with Becky and Cynthia Harford now gathering to either side of her in order to get a good view of the proceedings.

“Errm, right here?” stuttered Chris, not quite believing what he was hearing. “How could they make him take his clothes off in front of Becky? She was only a girl” he thought, as he looked at the faces of the three women who were now expecting him to strip. He wanted to comply with what he was being told to do, but was frozen in fear, unable to move.

“Come along, we don’t have all day!” said Nancy, as she bent down and started untying his shoelaces. She slipped his shoes off one by one, and then his socks which she briefly examined before placing them along with his shoes in the basket.

Chris just stood there in shock as the Administrator efficiently stripped him of his clothing. She reached up and pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles causing him to blush even deeper as the Harfords watched on, clearly enjoying the show so far. Once his sweatpants were safely in the basket, Nancy stood up and lifted his baggy t-shirt up and over his head.

“Lift your arms” she said to the boy.

Chris was feeling deeply humiliated, being undressed by an older woman as if he was just a little boy. His t-shirt was pulled off from his body and dumped in the basket, leaving him in just his tight white briefs.

“No watches or jewellery?” asked Nancy.

“Oh, no miss, I don’t wear a watch”

“Good, good.” she said, “now turn around and face towards that wall over there”

Chris turned and stood with his back to the three women. He felt very silly standing in just his little white underpants, even more so now that he couldn’t even see if they were looking at him, which of course they were. Instinctively he placed both hands in front of his crotch.

Nancy crouched behind him and pulled the boy’s briefs down to the floor without warning. “Step out of your underpants” she said, and waited for the boy to comply. She inspected the underwear and then placed them in the basket with the rest of his clothes. Looking back, she could see that the now naked boy was still facing away from the group with both hands clasped over his private parts. She smiled to herself at his display of modesty.

Becky and Mrs Harford admired his newly revealed body. He was quite lean and slim, with clean looking skin, muscular legs, and a shapely soft looking bottom. Becky had no idea she would get to see him naked today, she was thrilled by it all!

Nancy took another quick look in the basket and then stowed it away on one of the shelves against the wall.

“You will get your clothes back at the end of the day.” she said to the now naked and red-faced boy. “I’m going to search you. Lift your feet behind you one at a time so I can see the bottoms of them.”

Chris lifted his left foot first, exposing his soft sole to the women. Then did the same with his right one.

“Okay, turn back around to face me now,” said Nancy.

Chris turned back towards the women, his face flushed and hands still protecting his modesty.

Nancy came closer to him. “Open your mouth” she said.

Chris opened his mouth wide, wanting to just get the day over as fast as possible.

Nancy looked into his mouth, pulling his cheeks with her fingers to check all of the usual hiding places. “Lift your tongue.” She looked under his raised tongue and was satisfied with what she saw.

Next, she ran her fingers through his hair all over his head, almost massaging his scalp as she searched him. She looked in his ears too, and even tilted his head back to peer into his nostrils.

Nancy removed her hands from his face.

“Now take your hands and place them behind your head, with your fingers interlocked” she said, looking him in the eye to emphasise that this was a command, not a request.

Chris shut his eyes tightly in shame as he processed the instruction. He couldn’t bear the thought of exposing himself like that to anyone, let alone a girl from his class and two strangers, so he tried to postpone the inevitable.

“Oh, erm, no I can’t Miss. Not in front of…”

“Open your eyes and look at me Chris,” said Nancy calmly, as she waited for him to return her gaze. “You have signed a contract today and forfeited the right to say no. You must obey all instructions without question or your punishment will be worse. Do you understand what I am telling you?”

Chris looked back at her hoping for mercy, his face flushed red. “Yes miss, I understand”.

“Good boy,” said Nancy, taking a step back. “Let’s try again shall we?”

She gave the instruction again, this time slower and more deliberately.

“Now head up. Eyes open. Lift your hands. Place both of them behind your head. With your fingers interlocked”

Chris’ heart started pounding in his chest. He had refused once and been chastised, he couldn’t refuse again. Averting his eyes from the gaze of the three women, he slowly and reluctantly raised his hands up and behind his head, knitting his fingers together. He felt like he might faint as he thought about the situation he was in. Standing naked and ashamed, his private parts on show to other people for the first time since he was a baby.

Becky and her mother were both thrilled by the embarrassing treatment of the boy, almost salivating as they enjoyed the scene in front of them. There was an audible gasp from Becky as his hands were finally removed, and his penis and testicles were revealed to the women. Chris was not particularly well endowed, but his virgin genitalia were smooth, pale, and free from blemishes. His scrotum looked almost like a ripe fruit, sitting tightly beneath his uncircumcised penis.

“That’s better,” said Nancy, stepping forward again. ”Now keep still while I finish my search”

She reached forward and touched the chest of the naked boy, feeling him recoil. Her fingertips combed through the hairs of his armpits, tickling him slightly, before running her hands down his flanks until she reached his waist. She ran both hands back up to the top of his chest from the bottom of his flat stomach.

“Spread your legs further apart, keep your hands in that position”

Chris shuffled his feet apart. The administrator's touch on his upper body had been gentle but he was not used to such intimate contact, so it had caused him to shiver and cringe. All he could think about was the fact his private boy-parts were totally on show. He was sure he could feel the sensation of three women visually inspecting his sensitive sexual organs.

Nancy crouched down and took a closer look at the objects of his shame. His pubic hair was a deep brown colour, concentrated in the area just above and to the sides of his penis. She found his otherwise lack of body hair quite appealing, with his chest and stomach being quite smooth and hairless. She thought his penis and testicles also looked very neat and untouched, the skin soft and silky.

She placed her hands either side of his left knee, and ran them slowly up his thigh, kneading his muscles. She stopped as the back of her hand briefly came into contact with his scrotum, causing the boy to jolt. She switched sides and repeated the same process on his right thigh.

The stimulation was not lost on Chris. His breathing was shallow and he could already feel the tell-tale signs of arousal, even if it was not yet visible to the women.

“I am going to feel your testes now.” She said, her words creating a sense of anticipation shared by everyone in the room.

Becky and her mother instinctively leaned in upon hearing the intimate words, while Chris did his best to imagine he was somewhere else entirely.

Nancy reached out and fully enveloped his sensitive scrotum in her right hand. She held him in that position for a few moments, savouring the power her job had given her to fondle and examine the boys as much as she liked. She examined the skin of his scrotum feeling how smooth and soft it was, and then with gentle pressure felt for each testicle in turn.

Chris felt like some kind of farmyard animal, with his balls being weighed and squeezed by a stranger who seemed to be appraising his body. He knew it wouldn’t take much more of this kind of handling to get his penis sticking straight up. It was already starting to feel heavier than usual.

Nancy gave a gentle tug on his scrotum and then released him. She too had been watching as his penis slowly filled out from her own vantage point down at eye-level.

“We are going to have a look at your penis now, Chris,” she said.

Chris flushed a new shade of red, and wondered if she used the word “we” deliberately since he knew all three women were going to be looking.

Nancy gently took hold of the boy’s penis with one hand. Her fingertips placed in the middle of his shaft. She pointed his organ this way and that, inspecting it from all sides. Then turned it towards herself and inspected the tight looking opening.

Next, the Administrator took his penis gently in both hands, with her left hand securing the shaft and her the fingertips of her right hand holding the skin near the opening.

“Because you are uncircumcised, I need to look under your foreskin.”

With that she gradually drew back the skin of his penis, exposing the sensitive glans inside as slowly and deliberately as she could. The boy shivered and took uneasy breaths as the Administrator stimulated him to a whole new level.

Becky leaned in closer, her mouth agape. She had seen a naked man before, but never a cute boy her own age, and never this close up. She wondered if it was painful at all for Chris to have his skin pulled back like that, or if it felt good like when she touched herself between her legs.

Cynthia thought he looked delicious, his boyish sexuality undermined by his immature blushes. She wished she were the one examining his pretty little penis.

Nancy pulled the boy’s foreskin tightly back all the way as she inspected the purple head that hid beneath it. It looked nicely clean, and slightly glistened with moisture under the overhead lights. She could see that he wasn’t hiding anything but she could also tell that her handling of him was causing his penis to become slightly stiffer, and had no desire to let him off easy. With her left hand still holding onto his penis, she moved her right hand to once again cup his scrotum.

“Turn your head to the left, and when I tell you, I want you to give me a nice big strong cough. Do you understand?”

“Yes miss,” said Chris, turning his crimson blushes away from the group.

“Okay ready,” said Nancy, holding the boy’s privates in both hands “One, two, three”

On the count of three, in one fluid movement, Nancy quickly pulled the boy’s foreskin all the way up, and then all the way back down again until it was stretched tight. She held him there with the head of his penis fully exposed to the air until she heard his attempt at a cough.

The action of the Administrator had caught him so completely by surprise that Chris could only manage the weakest of coughs. He had never heard of any procedure like this before but assumed there must be some valid reason for the woman to perform such an embarrassing exercise with him.

“That was not very good I’m afraid. You are going to have to do better than that”, said Nancy, noting that the boy’s penis was now feeling considerably thicker in her hand.

“Okay, let’s try again. One, two, three”

She repeated the process the same way, quickly covering and uncovering the head of his penis on the count of three. This time Chris knew what to expect and was able to produce an audible cough. He prayed that it would be enough for this ordeal to be over.

Nancy took her hands from the boy and visually appraised the state of his penis again. It was now sticking out from his body, parallel to the floor. Not completely erect but looking much bigger than it did before her handling of him. She looked up at the boy’s blushing face.

“I know you can do a bit better than that Christopher. We really don’t have all day to wait for you to produce a cough!”

Once again she took firm hold of his penis and pointed it up to the ceiling. Pulling the skin up again to completely cover the glans, she reached underneath and grasped the boy’s scrotum in her other hand.

“Give me a nice big cough now. Ready?” she said, gently squeezing his testicles in her hand.

“And, one..” on the count of one Nancy pulled his foreskin all the way back until it was tight.

“Two…” on two, she pulled his foreskin all the way up and back down again in a single stroke.

“Three!” On three, she pulled the skin all the way up and then back down as tightly as it would go and gave the shaft of his penis a firm squeeze.

Christopher was completely stunned by her actions for a full two seconds, but eventually remembered he was supposed to cough, giving it his best effort.

Nancy, now satisfied with his cough, or more likely satisfied that she had aroused the boy, released his genitals and stood up from her crouching position to observe his reaction.

The three women looked on as they watched the boy standing there shamefully, with his erection waving around in front of him.

Becky had never even imagined something like this before and was completely mesmerised, even her mother who had more than her fair share of lovers was a little taken aback.

Christopher could feel his penis throbbing with sensation. He knew from his own private explorations that it wouldn’t take much more stimulation to push him over the edge and make him squirt the sticky white stuff out.

“I hope you are not feeling at all proud of that little erection,” said Nancy, “Most boys are able to control themselves much better than you are doing!”

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t mean to,” replied Chris, almost sobbing from the shame.

“Turn around. Then bend over, and touch your toes” she commanded.

Chris did as he was asked, almost relieved that his embarrassingly hard penis was no longer exposed to everyone. He bent at the waist and reached down to his bare feet, exposing his bottom to the administrator.

Nancy spread the cheeks of his bottom with her hands, revealing his tight pink anus. She took her time inspecting his bottom in this position, enjoying the feeling of his firm buttocks, and the sight of his most intimate anatomy so close in front of her.

She spread his anal opening with her thumbs as much as she could without actually inserting them.

“One last cough”

Chris gave his best effort to cough loudly. It seemed like no part of his body was going to be private or off limits in this place any more.

“Okay. You can stand up now and I’ll take you through.”

Chris straightened his back and stood up again, covering his privates with his hands before turning back to face the administrator. She maintained a cool and professional expression on her face, while the Harford women did no such thing, smirking and revelling in his naked humiliation.

Nancy turned to Cynthia, “Normally he would be given a robe to wear inside the building, but it’s up to you. One of the platinum perks.”

Cynthia smirked, “I don’t see why he needs a robe. I think he’s fine just the way he is.”

“Very well,” replied the administrator.

Chris sighed at being denied even the most basic of clothing.

Nancy once again took him by the wrist and led him back out into the corridor. If being led around through the building was stressful enough the first time, then being led completely naked was surely worse. At least the stress of being naked in new surroundings had caused his erection to subside.

Becky and her mother followed closely behind. Watching Chris’ cute little butt jiggling as he walked on the cold tile floor with his bare feet.

They passed through a large double door at the end of one corridor and ended up in what looked like a medical centre complete with an examination table and glass-fronted cupboards full of shiny instruments and bottles.

A pretty young woman in a nurse’s uniform was cleaning glassware in a sink to one side.

“Hi Vicky” said Nancy to the young woman.

“What have you got for me today?” asked the nurse with a smile as she looked over at the group.

Nancy gestured to the naked boy, “This is Christopher Painter. And this is Mrs Cynthia Harwood, and her daughter Becky Harwood. They are platinum customers who will be accompanying him.”

“Oh, how fun!” exclaimed Nurse Vicky, “Someone must have been very naughty to get this much attention” she said to Chris, as if talking to a much younger boy.

“Umm” mumbled Chris towards the pretty nurse, before looking down at his feet again in shame.

“Well, I have other cases to process this morning, so I will leave them all in your capable hands thank you Vicky.” said Nancy as she pushed the boy towards the smiling nurse, before heading out through the same door they had come in from.

Vicky approached Chris and placed a cool hand gently upon his burning cheek.

“My name is Nurse Vicky, and I’m going to get you cleaned up before you see the doctor today. Okay?”

Chris looked up into her face and took a deep breath. Her beauty was quite powerful up close, especially to a hormonally charged teenage boy. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her blue eyes appeared to sparkle in the brightly lit room.

“Let’s have a look at you then,” said Vicky, as she took hold of his arms and lifted them away from his privates. Pulling them apart until they were stretched out from his body as if he was trying to touch the walls on either side of the room.

Chris shivered as he was made to expose himself to yet another new set of eyes. He stood helplessly as Becky and her mother made their way around in front of him, finding a suitable position from which to enjoy his embarrassing inspection.

Vicky, standing to one side in order to provide an unobstructed view, gently felt the hair in his armpits, one by one. Then she slowly smoothed her hand down across his bare chest and flat stomach, coming to rest just above his pubic region.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for me” Vicky glanced over at the other two women as she told the boy to assume an even more embarrassing position. Satisfied, she then ran her fingers through his pubic hair, down his thigh, and then between his legs, before finally cupping his scrotum entirely with her hand and watching to see his flushed reaction with a smile.

“There we are, no need to be shy,” she said.

Chris stood in shock as he felt the young woman’s hands exploring his body. He gasped, and his eyes went wide as he felt her cool fingers wrap around his sensitive scrotum. He couldn’t help but make eye contact with Becky as she watched his treatment with unsympathetic eyes.

“Would you like to inspect him before he is shaved or maybe just after?” she said to the Harwoods. “You are in charge today and we do have some time before they need him.”

“Hmm yes, I think an inspection before and after would be a good idea”, replied Mrs Harwood, her eyes lighting up.

“Of course,” said the Nurse moving around behind the naked boy. She took his arms and brought them up so his hands were placed behind his head. She held him steady in the now familiar position, putting any thoughts of moving or covering himself out of his mind.

Mrs Harwood approached and peered at Chris from only a few feet away. He could smell her strong perfume invading his nostrils and felt in awe of the authority she seemed to wield. She looked in his blushing face and then down at his naked body.

“Do you feel ashamed standing there with no clothes on?” she asked.

“Yes, miss, I’m sorry miss.” answered the boy.

“Good, you should be sorry,” said Mrs Harford. “Come here Becky, see how silly boys look when they have no clothes on.”

Chris blushed deeper as his pretty classmate Becky approached him. She showed no interest in looking at his face and was entirely focussed on examining his genitalia, which she thought were both fascinating and beautiful, although she was careful not to reveal her feelings to the boy.

“He has quite a small one, doesn’t he?” she asked, causing the nurse to snicker quietly behind the boy.

“Yes, it’s not very big” replied Mrs Harwood, “but he is still just a boy”.

“You are allowed to touch him.” added the nurse, “keep still now Chris, while Becky has a look at your little penis.”

Chris groaned at the nurse’s comment and steadied himself as Becky reached out to touch him. With his hands held behind his head by the nurse, and his feet spread apart he felt like he had nowhere to hide. He could do nothing except look down and watch in horror as Becky gently took hold of his penis between finger and thumb.

Becky lifted his penis up and pointed it towards the ceiling. With her free hand she reached underneath him and stroked the skin of his scrotum with her fingertips causing him to immediately gasp. She examined the texture of the skin with her fingers and then fully wrapped her hand around his testicles and instinctively squeezed them.

The stimulation of having the pretty girl touching him intimately for the first time started to have the inevitable effect on the blushing boy. Chris stood red-faced with his eyes shut tightly as his penis began to grow in front of everyone.

With her other hand still cradling his testicles, Becky stretched his penis out by the tip and shook it from side to side, giggling as she watched it wobble around and fill out. She released him and saw that his penis was now looking much larger and sticking almost straight out from his body.

“I think he enjoys being seen like this,” Becky said, still giggling. “I think we should make sure lots of people see him without his clothes on today!”

“Oh please miss, no, I’m sorry.” Chris pleaded, desperately.

“You’re not allowed to say no to me!” Becky snapped, “You have to do what I say for the rest of the day or I’ll make your punishment extra hard!” she glared at him and stood with her arms crossed as she waited for a response.

Chris hung his head in defeat and mumbled “Yes miss.”

“That’s right!” replied Becky. She was used to getting her way.

Feeling braver now, Becky took hold of his penis in both hands. She pointed it towards herself and peered at it with a look of curiosity. Gently, she pushed back his foreskin to reveal the inside. She held it tightly down as far as she dared and examined the strange looking organ for what felt to Chris like eternity.

“What is this part called inside?” asked Becky.

“That’s called the glans,” replied Nurse Vicky. “It’s the most sensitive place on a boy’s body.”

“Wow!” said Becky, with a grin. She held his foreskin back with one hand and lightly stroked the top of his glans with her fingertips, causing Chris to groan.

“It really is sensitive!,” she exclaimed. “I like how it’s usually all secret too.” With that she drew the boy’s foreskin back into its natural position covering everything up and admired it again.

“Are you going to cough for me too Chris?” asked Becky, with a wicked grin.

“Oh erm, miss please” stuttered Chris. Desperately hoping she would already release him.

Still holding his penis in one hand, Becky reached down and took his testicles in the other. Preparing herself mentally to imitate what she had seen the administrator do to him already.

“Ready…” Becky looked in his face, enjoying the pleading but obedient expression he was displaying.

“And…” She drew the ritual out, savouring the anticipation.

“One,” She slowly, and deliberately drew his foreskin all the way back. Watching as the sensitive glans was revealed again. Then paused, holding him like that for a moment.

“Two,” She pulled the skin back up to the top, and then again slowly back down until it was stretched tight.

“Three.” Once again she repeated the process of slowly covering and uncovering his glans. Watching as the skin opened up to allow his secret sensitive place to be revealed.

“Now cough!” She barked.

Chris was panting at this point. But he tried his best to cough as loudly as he could.

“Wow! I felt it move!” said Becky, excitedly. “It looks like it went all hard like before too!”

She took her hands away and admired his body again as he stood naked, his erection pointing to the sky for all to see.

“Let’s get you cleaned up now,“ said the nurse. “Don’t worry, this shouldn’t take too long,” as she led him over to the examination table.

She patted the soft surface of the table, “Just hop up here on your hands and knees with your bottom pointed towards me”

Chris didn’t know what was about to happen to him, but it probably wasn’t going to be good. He clambered awkwardly onto the table, feeling very aware of his naked body and the fact he was being watched by three women.

“I want you down on your elbows and spread those knees as wide as you can manage, okay Christopher?”

“Mmm hmm” was all he could produce as a response. He assumed the position requested by the nurse, his bottom now pointing up into the air, and his genitals hanging freely between his widely spread thighs.

Nurse Vicky wheeled a tall stand over to the boy’s. A large plastic bag of liquid hung from a hook at the top of the stand, with a long hose attached. At the end of the hose was a rounded stainless steel nozzle. Vicky efficiently coated the nozzle in clear lubricant jelly and pulled it around to the boy’s bottom.

“This might feel a little bit cold, just relax okay.” said Vicky as she pressed the nozzle up to the boy’s exposed anus.

Chris fidgeted and struggled to keep on the table still as he felt the cold metal slowly stretch his bottom open. He let out an audible grunt as it was pushed all the way inside him.
“I’m going to turn the water on now” said Vicky, “don’t worry it won't hurt”.

She reached up and twisted a tap on the plastic bag, releasing clear liquid into the tube connected to the naked teenager

“Are you okay Chris?” asked Mrs Harford, approaching the boy’s side with a wry smile. “Would you like me to hold your penis and testicles out of the way for you?”

“Oh, erm.” mumbled the boy, lost for words.

Cynthia gave him a light tap on his buttock with her open palm. “Remember what you were told about saying no?”

“Oh, err, yes miss.”

“Well, then?”

Chris knew what she wanted to hear, but the words were like glue in his throat as he forced them out.

“Erm, please will you hold my erm, penis and testicles for me miss?”

“Of course I will young man, you only have to ask” Cynthia beamed at his compliance. She reached underneath him and collected her prizes in each hand, causing the boy to gasp once more. His penis had relaxed somewhat since Becky had touched it earlier, but Cynthia was far more skilled than her daughter, and quickly aroused him again. She slipped the skin of his penis all the way back and slowly teased the sensitive skin beneath with her thumb while squeezing his testicles with her other hand. It seemed to take only a few seconds before his penis was rigid and straining in her clenched fist.

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” she said, smugly.

“Yes miss,” came the dejected reply.

Chris did his best to stay in position. He felt like he was in a bad dream as the water continued to flow into his bottom and Mrs Harford, the mother of his classmate, continued the gradual stimulation of his genitals. He was almost glad of the unwelcome hands on his privates, they were helping to distract from the increasing feeling of fullness he was getting as the enema emptied into his bowels.

“I think we’re just about done now” said Nurse Vicky, shaking the now empty enema bag.

“I need you to clench your bottom for me once I pull the plug out, Christopher” she said. Chis just grunted as the large metal nozzle was pulled from his sensitive bottom.

Cynthia removed her hands from the boy’s genitals and went to help him up from the table. On shaky legs and with his belly swollen and his penis fully erect, Mrs Harford and the nurse walked Chris over to a toilet in the corner of the room.

“There you go, let it out now.” said Vicky

Chris took his seat on the most ignoble throne imaginable. “Right here?” he asked.

“Of course, silly boy” was the nurse’s response.

With a resigned sigh he relaxed his bottom and let the water spray out from his body. The shame of doing such a disgusting act in front of everyone was too much for him, and he hid his head in his hands.

Nurse Vicky let him sit quietly for a few minutes until she was happy he had emptied himself fully.

“Just stay where you are for a moment,” she said as she turned a stainless steel tap next to the toilet, activating a bidet. Warm water sprayed up from inside the toilet bowl hosing down Chris’s sensitive bottom. She let him rinse for a moment and turned the tap back off.

“Lean back for me please,” said the nurse, grabbing a handful of tissue paper. With her empty hand she reached down and scooped up his now soft penis and testicles causing the boy to gasp, then pushed the tissues underneath him and wiped his soaking wet bottom. Satisfied he was clean, the nurse lifted him up off the toilet seat and walked him back over to the table.

“Up you get, same position as before” said Vicky, cheerfully.

Chris took a deep breath and climbed back up onto the table on his hands and knees.

“Open your legs nice and wide for me,” added the nurse. “I’m going to shave your bottom now. It will help to stop the strap from catching your skin.”

“Oh yes, the strap,” he thought dejectedly. All this attention and humiliation had made him almost forget that he was going to be punished with a strap.

Nurse Vicky busied herself quickly covering the boy’s bottoms with shaving foam, including between his cheeks and even the back of his scrotum that was visible to her. Then with a double sided safety razor, she removed any trace of hair from the foam coated areas. Finishing up, she took a damp cloth and wiped him all over, removing any residue that was left. Leaving him looking as smooth and hairless as a newborn.

“There, we are. That’s better isn’t it?” said the nurse, proudly.

“May I?” asked Mrs Harford, extending a hand to the teenager’s now hairless bottom. She stroked over both cheeks, giving each one a squeeze in turn. She then spread his cheeks and admired the clean looking orifice between them, before taking finger and gently pressing against the opening, making the boy squirm.

“Hmm, yes it looks and feels much nicer” Cynthia said, “Will you be shaving his genitals as well?”

She reached underneath him and took hold of his testicles, as she carried on the conversation about his body.

“Oh, well it’s not standard procedure,” said Vicky, “but of course if you would like it done…” she added grinning

“What do you think Becky?” asked Cynthia.

“I think it will look cuter,” replied the girl, smirking, “especially since we are going to show him to everyone with his clothes off.”

“I think that’s a yes then,” continued Mrs Harford, “let's have his genitals and underarms completely shaved, please.”

“Yes ma’am!” was the nurse’s enthusiastic reply.

Chris groaned as the three women flipped him over onto his back to be shaved. They positioned him with his hands behind his head and his legs spread wide.

Again the nurse repeated the same procedure as before, liberally coating his underarms and genital area with the thick white shaving foam. She let it sit for a moment and then began the job of shaving him. She started with the armpits which only took a minute or two and then handed the wash cloth to Becky, who used it to wipe down his armpits and chest removing any residual foam and hairs.

She then started the more careful work of shaving his pubic hair. Starting with the smoother area on his lower stomach and upper thighs. The nurse then gently shaved his scrotum from every available angle, using her free hand to pull the skin taut when needed. The prolonged manipulation of his scrotum naturally caused his penis to erect once more, the stiffened state making it much easier for the nurse to shave. In no time at all she had removed any hairs from his virgin penis, leaving him looking like a much younger boy, if it wasn’t for the quite large erection he was sporting.

Becky took the nurse’s place between his spread legs and began to wipe him down with the washcloth. She wiped the cloth all around his genitals and between his legs up to his bottom. Then taking his erect penis in one hand she pulled it away from his stomach until it pointed straight up to the ceiling. She carefully wiped the length of it from all sides, and then slipped his foreskin back and wiped around the ridge until he was gasping for breath.

“All done” she said, placing the cloth back down.

Nurse Vicky peered at the boy and admired her work. “You definitely look ready for the doctor now, Christopher. All bare like a little boy. Up you get.”

Chris caught his breath and slowly climbed down from the table. His feet were once again standing on the cold floor tiles. He covered his genitals with his hands once more as if the three women hadn’t already seen everything he had.

Becky took hold of his wrist this time, “Would you like to be inspected by me and mummy again before you see the doctor?” asked the precocious girl.

Chris stopped in his tracks, “Yes, please inspect me miss.”, he knew there was no use trying to argue.

“Well Chris, since you asked nicely,” said Becky, “Why don’t you stand like you did before? You don’t need the nurse to hold you, do you?”

“Yes, miss” said Chris as he reluctantly uncovered himself once more and placed his hands back behind his head. He spread his legs and noticed just how much more naked he felt now that his pubic hair was all shaved off. He stood and waited for Becky to touch him. She placed her hand gently upon his flat stomach and slowly smoothed around his lower belly. Chris still wasn’t used to being touched so intimately and shivered as she caressed his sensitive skin. Of course it didn’t take long for Becky’s hand to venture further south. She slid her fingers down to his pubic region, gently feeling between his legs and thoroughly exploring the skin of his scrotum and penis.

“Yes, much better. Don’t you think?” she asked him.

“Yes, miss.” was his sullen reply.

“Well, I think the doctor should be almost ready for us now,” said Nurse Vicky, walking towards the doors. “Follow me, it’s not far.”

Vicky allowed Becky to lead the boy this time as she guided them back into the corridor. The party walked through the building for a short time before coming to what looked like a typical doctor’s waiting room. Vicky opened the doors and went in first, but Becky had to almost drag Chris inside by his wrist. The room was not empty!

Inside there was a small desk with a teenage girl sitting behind it, clearly the receptionist. Around the room were the usual cheap plastic chairs, most of them were empty but three were occupied by other young people whose miserable expressions gave away that they were also being punished like Chris, except they were all wearing fluffy bath robes. Chris seemed to be the only one who was naked, and the only one with an entourage!

“I’ve got Christopher Painter here,” Nurse Vicky said to the receptionist.

“Oh wow” she replied, looking at the naked boy, who was trying desperately to cover his privates from everyone. “And his friends?”

“Mrs Harwood,” said Cynthia, “and my daughter Becky.”

“Well, as platinum customers you do get to skip the line, so just take a seat and you’ll be next in with the doctor.” the receptionist replied in a sing-song voice. Her eyes still glued to the nude teenager.

Nurse Vicky turned to leave them, “Good luck, Christopher” she said with a smile.

Chris tried to force a smile back but it turned into an awkward grimace.

Mrs Harwood took Becky and Chris over to one corner of the room where there were some free chairs. The two women sat down on some chairs with a gap between them which Becky pulled the boy into.

“You just stand there like a good boy,” Becky said.

Chris shuffled into the space, keeping himself as covered up as he was able to with his hands. Becky turned him around by the waist so he was facing the middle of the room. He couldn’t help but look around to see if anyone was watching him, and of course they all were. Two of the teens in robes were boys around his age, but the third was a girl slightly younger than him with a fairly severe scowl on her face, and they were all staring right at him.

“That’s it, stand up straight and put your hands behind your back,” Becky delivered her final humiliating command which caused Chris’s heart to sink. He took a breath and straightened his posture, then reluctantly moved his hands behind his back, exposing his freshly shaved genitals to the gawking onlookers. The two boys in robes looked stunned by what was happening, perhaps wondering if this was going to happen to them too. The girl however broke out into a wide grin as she ogled Chris’s still slightly engorged and now hairless genitalia. Chris shut his eyes tight and blushed a deep red as he dealt with the shame of his exposure. He could feel Becky’s hand gently teasing the back of his bare leg, her touch keeping him on edge and aware that he may be once again handled more intimately.

Becky allowed her hand to slowly wander up the boy’s thigh to his smooth and round buttocks. She ran her finger-tips up and down the crease, not pushing in too deep, but enough to make Chris worried. She teased her way between his legs until she was able to stroke the sensitive skin on the back of his scrotum.

The stimulation between his legs was arousing Chris once more and he looked up to the ceiling as if to escape from his own body. It didn’t change the fact that blood was rushing where he didn’t want it to go and his penis was now filling out and rising up into its most excited state. All eyes were on Chris’s erection as he gave a convincing demonstration of his youthful virility.

“Christopher!” exclaimed Mrs Harford, “why on Earth is your penis erect?!”

“I’m sorry miss, I don’t know” whimpered Chris.

“You must be the naughtiest boy I’ve ever encountered. It seems your punishment is a long time overdue!”

Chris could do nothing except stand there in stunned silence as Mrs Harford chastised him and deliberately drew attention to his arousal loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

At that moment the door to the doctor’s office opened and a voice called out “next please”.

“You can go ahead and take him in now,” said the receptionist to Mrs Harford.

Standing up, Cynthia dragged the naked boy by his wrist towards the door.

Once inside they saw a typical doctor’s office with a table for patients to be examined on, and a desk to one side. Behind the desk was a rather overweight middle aged woman with frizzy grey hair, she wore a white button up blouse and a long dark grey skirt. Holding the door open was a much younger, slimmer, woman dressed in a nurse’s smock, her pretty face framed by shiny red hair. She waited for the group to enter before closing the door behind them and walking over to a computer station.

“What is the subject’s name please?” asked the younger woman.

“This is Christopher Painter,” answered Mrs Harford.

The young nurse looked up from her computer and scanned the group. “Chris?” she asked, surprise in her voice.

Chris’s heart sank as it dawned on him who she was.

“Do you know him, Katie?” asked the doctor from behind her desk.

“Yes doctor, he is my neighbour. I know his parents.”

Katie was Chris’s first real crush, he’d often watched her from his bedroom window as she got home from netball practice. With her pretty red hair and athletic body she had been the most frequent subject of his earliest masturbation fantasies. Chris couldn’t believe she was here, in the room with him, while he was completely naked. He couldn’t bear to look at her as he stood cowering and covering himself.

“Is he often in trouble?” asked the doctor as she peered at the blushing boy.

“I don’t think so doctor,” replied Katie.

“Well hopefully this is just a one off then.” said the doctor, before turning to Mrs Harford “and you must be the aggrieved parties?”

“That’s correct. He assaulted my daughter”

“Oh deary me. That’s no good at all. And I see from your wristbands that you have the platinum service. Perhaps we can discuss the arrangements while my nurse measures the boy?”

Mrs Harford, her daughter and the doctor began talking quietly near the desk, while Katie got the boy’s attention.

“Chris? Come over here and we’ll get started.”

The shame-faced boy made his way over on shaky legs. His hands were still firmly protecting his private parts.

“We’ll do your height and weight first, it won't take long” She led him over to the scales and gestured towards them.

“Just stand with your back to the wall, with your hands at your sides please Chris.”

Katie watched intently as the boy got into the requested position. He appeared to be almost quivering as he reluctantly uncovered himself to her prurient gaze. She admired his smooth hairless chest and flat belly, then her eyes scanned lower to take in the first delicious look at his pretty pink penis and testicles. He was no longer erect thanks to the shock of being in another new situation with a new set of strangers, but Katie thought it looked so adorable now, all soft and small, especially with all his hair removed. She almost couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.

The weighing machine beeped and recorded Chris’ height and weight in the judicial computer system.

“Okay Chris, you can step down now. I need to take a few measurements.” said Katie, producing a tailor’s tape measure from her pocket. “Just stand here in front of me, there’s a good boy.”

Chris followed the commands and stood where he was told. He was too ashamed to look at Katie in the face, instead his eyes were glued to the floor, just like his hands were glued to his crotch to protect his dignity.

“Now listen to my instructions carefully please Chris” Katie continued, “look at me when I’m talking to you.” she said curtly.

Chris’ head snapped up and fixed his eyes on the girl’s face. “She looks so beautiful” he thought, biting his lip as her pretty eyes appeared to sparkle under the harsh lights of the doctor’s office.

“I want you to spread your arms out to either side of your body as wide as you can. Like the wings of an aeroplane.”

Katie maintained eye contact as she watched the naked boy uncover himself and assume the required position. Making sure he was still watching her she deliberately looked down at his exposed genitalia and then looked back up at his blushing face.

“Well done,” she said with a smile. “Now look straight up at the ceiling above you. I want you to pick a spot and don’t take your eyes off it, okay?”

She waited until she was sure he was obeying her instruction before wrapping the tape measure around his chest and pulling it tight.

“This won't take long,” she said, running her hand down the length of his bare chest to rest just below his belly button. Next she measured the length of each arm in turn before making a satisfied “Mmm hmm” sound.

Katie moved around to the front of the boy and kneeled down to wrap the tape around his waist. With her face now just inches away from his crotch, she could pick up a distinctive scent of teenage boy pheromones. She used this close up vantage point to examine his virgin genitalia in some detail. His plump scrotum, the smooth skin on the shaft of his penis, and the round looking head with the small opening at the end of his foreskin.

“Spread your legs wider, please.” she said, looking up to observe Chris’s blushes. When he was in position she stretched the tape out to measure his inside leg length. The boy shuddered as the back of her hand gently made contact and pushed his penis and testicles to one side. She repeated the same process for his other leg just to be sure.

“Keep as still as you can for me now Chris,” Katie said. She knew this wasn’t necessary but couldn’t resist her own curiosity, as she took the tape measure and laid it along the length of his soft penis. With one end pressed into his flesh at the pubic bone, she measured the distance to the tip as 9cm.

“Just keep your focus on the ceiling,” she said, placing the tape measure back in her pocket.

Katie reached up and gently touched the boy’s scrotum with her fingertips, watching the skin contract and recoil. She slowly wrapped her fingers around the skin until she held both of his testicles in her hand. She thought about how fortunate and powerful she felt having him in this position. She watched closely as Christopher’s penis began to slowly lengthen and lift up. She didn’t have to look up to know he was blushing now.

Christopher seemed to be making quiet little noises to himself as he tried to focus on the spot above him like he was told.

Katie then let go of his testicles and gently picked up his penis instead. She lifted it up to see the underside, and then pointed it down to see the top. She thought it looked delicious. Tentatively, she pushed his foreskin back, exposing the shiny head inside. She turned it this way and that, admiring it from every angle.

“You know, you have a lovely penis Christopher,” she blurted out.

“How are we getting on?” called the doctor.

“I’ve got all the measurements now,” Katie responded, taking her hands away from Christopher’s body.

“Very good, we’re quite ready for him”

Chris looked around to see what was going on as he felt Katie take his arm. She led him across the room to where the doctor was seated.

“Christopher Painter,” began the doctor, “You are here to be punished today, and it is my responsibility to ensure that you are fit for that punishment. I am Doctor Benson, but you should just call me Doctor. I prefer my proper title.”

She looked at the nervous boy, cowering before her with his hands in front of his privates.

“Stand up straight when you are being spoken to, we won't have any slouching in my office.”

Chris adjusted his posture to straighten his back. His hands still hovering around in front of his body.

“Hands by your sides, you don’t have anything we haven’t all seen before” quipped the doctor.

Reluctantly he relaxed his arms, exposing himself again. He saw the stout woman staring him down as if he were a hardened criminal. Becky and her mother were off to one side, seated comfortably on a sofa with cups of coffee in their hands, leisurely watching everything that was going on.

“You are 15 years old, yes? And this is your first punishment?”

“Yes miss, er I mean, Doctor” replied Chris, feeling as guilty as if he had actually committed a crime.

“Well, let’s hope it’s the last time too!” said Doctor Benson. “You appear to be in good shape anyway, do you play sports?”

“I play football with my friends sometimes, and, er, at school we do PE as well”

“You should find this no trouble at all then. Let’s start with ten push-ups, quick as you can!”

Chris was stunned she wanted him to do exercise right here in front of everyone, while he was still completely naked.

“Come along, chop chop boy” pushed the Doctor.

He had no choice but to get down on the cold tiles and start doing the push-ups. Chris felt extremely stupid moving around like this without his clothes on. He got on his hands and knees, then stretched his legs out behind him and began the exercises. He was fit enough, but the shame of doing it naked made everything much harder. The shocking sensation of his bare penis touching the cold tiles each time he began a push-up reminding him of his nudity on every repetition.

“And ten,” counted the Doctor. “Right, up you get and start running on the spot, nice and fast please”

Chris got up, his face flushed from both exhaustion and embarrassment. He began to run on the spot. Pumping his arms and legs up and down. He could feel his penis flapping around, and could see everyone in the room watching his movements. Even his crush Katie, was still close by, enjoying the spectacle he was making of himself.

“That’s enough now,” Interrupted the Doctor, approaching him with her stethoscope. “Stand up straight, and take deep breaths.”

She pressed the cold metal to his bare chest listening to his racing heart rate and laboured breathing. She held it there for a minute, watching as perspiration dripped from his face.

“Deep breath in.. and deep breath out. That’s it.”

Doctor Benson moved around behind him and pressed her stethoscope to his back, the sensation of metal on flesh felt intrusive and unpleasant.

“Everything sounds very healthy to me.” Doctor Benson commented, moving back around to the front of the boy.

“Let’s just have a quick look at you” she said, producing a small device with a light from her top pocket.

“Open wide.”

Chris opened his mouth as the Doctor peered inside. She used the little light to look all around inside his mouth to the back of his throat, asking him to say “aah” twice before declaring “Everything normal, no sign of infection”.

She used the same light to look in his ears, eyes and nose, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

“I think we are done for now,” she said. “Do you have his tabard ready?”

“Yes Doctor,” replied Nurse Katie, “They have selected the smaller one for him.”

“Dress him please, and I’ll let them know we are ready.”

Doctor Benson went to a door at the side of the office and left Katie to deal with Christopher.

Katie approached Christopher with what looked like just a handkerchief and piece of string. She wrapped the string around his waist and tied it at the side, positioning the square of material over his crotch. This left him still completely naked from the side and the rear, but Chris was glad to have even such minimal covering.

Becky laughed at the sight of him in his little loincloth. “You look very nice Christopher,” she said in a sarcastic tone. “Give us a twirl so we can see the back side.”

Chris grumpily turned on the spot, feeling the cloth flap around loosely as he did so. He realised that if he moved too much it would fly up and show everyone his privates.

“Delightful,” said Mrs Harford. “I’m sure the audience will be thrilled,” she added.

Doctor Benson appeared at the doorway again, “We can go in now,” she said. “Have you two finished your drinks, Cynthia?”

“Yes thank you Hillary, it was very nice.” Said Mrs Harford, smiling as she and her daughter rose from the comfortable sofa.

The door opened fully and two female guards in uniform appeared behind Doctor Benson. They entered the room and approached the nervous boy, standing there in his flimsy piece of cloth.

“It’s time, Christopher,” said Doctor Benson.

Chris found himself being led forward into what looked like a large round room that was dimly lit. His legs were like jelly now, and he had to be half carried by the two guards each taking one arm and dragging him into a nightmare.

He was pushed and pulled up one or two steps, and made to stand on a small raised platform in the centre of the room. Held in place by the guards to stop him from running, which he was definitely considering.

He looked around in fear and as his eyes adjusted to the low light he was able to make out at least two rows of people seated around him in a semicircle. The front row sat only a couple of metres away. There must have been at least twenty people in the audience watching him, some of them he recognised as girls from his school, Becky’s friends no doubt. On the front row he could clearly make out Becky and her mother, sitting in prime position in front of him. The low murmur of the audience talking in whispers met his ears. He knew they must be talking about him. He started to well up with the shame of standing there in front of everyone, with only the square of his loincloth as protection for his modesty.

A voice rang out from an amplified sound system.

“This is Christopher Painter, age 15. He has confessed to the crime of assaulting a schoolgirl.”

The audience hushed.

Chris recognised the voice as Nancy, the administrator who had made him sign the documents. Two spotlights spun towards him, illuminating his almost naked body for the benefit of the audience. The light in his face made it harder for him to see any particular faces in the crowd.

“His punishment will be twenty strokes of the strap against his bared buttocks.” continued the voice.

He shuddered at the description of his punishment again.

“But first we are going to have a special demonstration, care of our generous benefactor, Mrs Cynthia Harford.”

Chris had not been told about any kind of demonstration, and had no idea what was going on. He could hear the audience whispering again, they must be wondering what was happening too.

He heard footsteps approaching from one end of the room, as the two guards repositioned him. They pulled his arms away from his body and up behind his head. The guard to his right told him to stand with his feet further apart. Chris shuffled his bare feet until they were spread shoulder width apart. He didn’t like this new position one bit, and assumed it could only mean another inspection was coming.

The footsteps came to a stop and a woman addressed the audience from the floor below him.

“My name is Doctor Hillary Benson,” she said. “I am in charge of the medical unit in this institution. I examine all of the young offenders before they receive their punishment.”

Chris looked at the woman in shock. Still not understanding what was happening.

“Our subject today is Christopher, a 15 year old male,” continued the doctor, gesturing to Chris. “I have already done the preliminaries. Ears, nose and throat, heart and lungs, and so on. All observed to be quite normal.”

Doctor Benson moved closer to Chris, placing her hand on his chest, and then sliding it down to his flat stomach.

“Christopher is healthy in both weight and height, with above average fitness levels for his age group.”

She turned back to the audience again.

“And with that necessary preamble out of the way, we can now move on to the parts of the examination that non-medical professionals tend to find the most fascinating.”

Doctor Benson then paused for effect, before saying the words she knew would test the boy’s courage.

“A thorough examination of the genitalia, Is especially important for the adolescent male.”

“Oh God, no.” thought Chris, “Not here in front of these people!”

“Nurse Katie, please.”

Chris hadn’t noticed that Katie was also standing by his side. He looked over and saw her, just at the same moment she was untying the string around his waist. It was too late for him to cry out or say anything, before his flimsy covering was whisked away, leaving him completely and shamefully exposed again.

A ripple of gasps and snickers spread through the audience as the boy’s nakedness was revealed. The volume of murmuring whispers increased as the seated witnesses commented on what they were seeing with those around them.

Christopher tried to cover himself but his arms were still being held in place by the two uniformed guards, so he just appeared to be twisting his body fruitlessly.

“Keep still, or you’ll get your first taste of the strap right here.” growled the guard to his right.

Christopher looked over his shoulder, catching sight of the stern-faced administrator standing behind him, holding the leather strap that was to be the instrument of his punishment. He was trapped. There was no use in fighting. He just had to grit his teeth and get through whatever was about to happen.

The doctor continued her lecture.

“At this stage of development the male adolescent will normally begin to exhibit some secondary sexual characteristics, such as body hair. However, you will notice that Christopher has had all hair removed from his underarms, as well as from around his genitals and anus.”

The audience reacted with predictable mirth at the first mention of his private parts.

Doctor Benson moved closer to Chris. Facing him but standing at an angle to avoid obscuring his body from the audience.

“We begin with visual inspection,” she went on, “Under normal circumstances the underwear would simply be lowered to the knees, but that is obviously not necessary since our subject has already undressed completely.”

“Not willingly,” thought Christopher. He was starting to sweat as the beams of the spotlights shone upon his nude body.

She began to gesture towards his crotch.

“We can see Christopher’s penis appears normal without deformity or signs of infection. He is uncircumcised, and in this unaroused state, his foreskin entirely covers the glans of his penis. Below, we see the scrotal sac containing the testes. Both of his testicles appear to have descended, again no signs of trauma or infection.”

Christopher cringed and closed his eyes tight, as the doctor talked to the audience about his most intimate anatomy as if he were some kind of inanimate object.

“Christopher has been given an enema, and his genitalia thoroughly cleaned, so use of gloves is not required.”

She reached forward with bare hands, taking his penis in her left. Then lifting it from his testicles. With her right hand gently tracing along the surface of his scrotum, first the left and right sides and then the more sensitive skin directly underneath, causing him to shiver from the sensation.

The crowd hushed, transfixed by what they were seeing.

“Each testicle should be palpated individually,” the doctor said, explaining to the audience what she was doing. Her right hand now roughly squeezing and rolling the balls inside of the naked boy’s scrotum. “We are looking for any hard bumps, knots, or cysts that may be signs of problems. We also assess the size and firmness of the individual testicle by hand. The size indicates to me that Christopher has reached sexual maturity, and the firmness tells me that it has been some time since his last ejaculation”

Doctor Benson removed her hands from the boy and continued. “In the standing position a hernia may be diagnosed via insertion of the examiner's finger into the inguinal canal.” She took her finger and pushed it firmly up through Chris’s scrotum, into his body until he grimaced.

“Cough”

Chris did his best to cough loudly, hoping it would satisfy the woman.

Doctor Benson twisted her finger, “And again”

Chris coughed again, harder this time.

“Again”

Chris took a deep breath and coughed as hard as he could.

“At this time I do not detect any sign of a hernia.” Said the doctor, withdrawing her finger.

Chris tried to get control of his breathing and calm himself. He couldn’t help surveying the crowd who all seemed to be paying very close attention to his private parts. He accidentally made eye contact with a woman on the front row who smiled at him, which only served to make him feel even more exposed.

Doctor Benson spoke again. “Next we will examine Christopher’s penis.”

Using finger and thumb, she took hold of his penis and lifted it up, pointing it to the ceiling to give the audience a better view.

“At this stage, Christopher’s penis will be unlikely to further increase in size as he matures. He will already be capable of both erection and ejaculation.”

“In fact, at his age he likely experiences both frequently!” she added, causing laughter to break out in the audience.

She continued “Now as I said before, Christopher is uncircumcised, which means in order to fully examine his penis we must retract his foreskin to expose the glans inside. I will now demonstrate.”

Doctor Benson adjusted the position of her finger and thumb, so that she was now gripping the skin that covered the head of his penis. Slowly but surely she pulled the skin down away from the tip, the opening widened and the shiny pink flesh of the organ beneath came into view.

The audience hushed again as this new and exciting part of Christopher’s body was revealed to them.

Christopher felt faint as the Doctor’s stimulation caused blood to begin slowly moving towards his loins. He tried not to think about the Doctor’s hand on his penis and hoped it would just be over soon.

Doctor Benson continued to pull the skin until it was stretched back tightly. She held his penis upright and then used her free hand to point out the different parts of his anatomy.

“At the top here you see the glans of the penis. This is where the majority of nerve endings are located, making it extremely sensitive to touch.” she demonstrated by gently tracing her finger in a circle around the rim. Chris opened his mouth as if to cry out, but he made no sound except a heavy intake of breath.

“And on the underside you can see the frenulum. This is the small piece of skin that attaches the foreskin and holds it in position. It can also be very sensitive to stimulation.” she drew her finger up and down the tight ribbon of skin, the new sensation causing Chris to quietly moan.

Doctor Benson released Christopher’s penis, allowing it to droop down again. Then, accompanied by the audience, watched as his foreskin slowly returned to its covered position.

“We examine the penis for any discharge,” she went on, “by applying pressure from the root to the tip.”

Doctor Benson demonstrated by squeezing Christopher’s penis at the very bottom of his shaft, then slowly drawing her fingers up its length until she reached the tip.

“It is not dissimilar to a tube of toothpaste.” she said, for the benefit of the rapt audience. “Nurse Katie, if you will assist me.”

Christopher looked down in horror to see his beautiful neighbour Katie, reach out from the other side of his body to firmly grasp his testicles in her cool and delicate hand. She squeezed and gently pulled them down towards the floor, as the Doctor began to milk his penis from the other side.

Doctor Benson performed the milking action another five times before stopping and immediately drawing back his foreskin to expose the glans once more. She inspected the tip of his penis and dabbed the opening with her fingertip to feel for moisture.

The stimulation of the two women’s hands on his privates was too much for Christopher. He was now powerless to stop the burgeoning erection as his body responded naturally to what was happening.

Not satisfied, Doctor Benson told Katie to switch roles. This time she would fondle and squeeze the boy’s testicles, while her pretty assistant would milk his virgin penis. The Doctor’s hand was not content to simply hold the boy’s precious balls, instead she used all four fingers and thumb to rhythmically squeeze each testicle in turn. First the left, then the right. She repeated the alternating squeezes as Katie began her turn at milking.

Katie reached up and took hold of Christopher’s engorged sexual organ. It was longer and thicker than she had seen it before, but still pliant and unable to resist gravity on its own. She thought it looked beautiful and was thrilled to be given the honour of milking him. Taking it in her entire hand, she slowly squeezed and drew her hand up to the tip. Before loosening her grip and running her hand back down to the base, pulling his foreskin all the way back at the same time.

Chris couldn’t help looking down to watch Katie’s actions, as he was subjected to the unimaginable torment of his teenage crush cruelly masturbating him before an audience of gawking voyeurs. From her first touch his penis had stood to attention, after just two strokes he could tell that he was now as hard as he had ever been.

Doctor Benson reached around behind Christopher’s body with her free hand. She slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his bottom and quickly located his anus. Rhythmically, she pushed her fingertips against the opening, synchronized with the stimulation she was applying to his testicles.

Katie continued her milking, she was now feeling flushed herself. The flesh of the boy’s penis was excitingly hard and hot in her hand. As his foreskin retracted once more she noticed the tip of his penis glistening with moisture. Holding his penis steady, with the skin drawn tightly back, she nodded to the Doctor.

Doctor Benson released Christopher’s testicles and turned back to the audience.

“After increased stimulation, Christopher’s penis has produced a small amount of discharge,” she said, “This is known as pre-ejaculate, and often occurs during sexual arousal.”

She gestured to Katie who removed her hand from the naked boy, leaving his penis straining and pointing straight up on its own.

“You can see,” continued the Doctor. “That the examination has been arousing for Christopher, and his penis is now fully erect.”

The audience murmured as their eyes took in the thrilling sight of the naked boy. Standing red-faced and ashamed, his hands still in position behind his head, his legs spread apart, his genitals shaved bare, and his penis standing proudly, begging for further attention.

“This is not uncommon when examining teenage boys,” she went on. “Sometimes you must be careful not to over stimulate them and cause an ejaculation.”

“Perhaps that is a good place to end our demonstration. I hope it was informative for you all!”

Nancy the Administrator spoke up next. “Please everyone show your appreciation to Doctor Benson and Nurse Katie for giving us such a fantastic demonstration.” She paused as the audience began to clap for the doctor, and converse with their neighbours about what they had witnessed.

The stunned Christopher was led down from the platform by the two guards. His legs were unsteady and shaking as he tried to control his breathing and regain his composure. He was not given long to rest as the platform was quickly removed and the large metal punishment frame was wheeled in to take its place.

The frame had a solid base with tall steel poles rising up from the left and right sides. Along the length of the poles were drilled holes where straps could be secured at different heights.

Christopher found the guards wrapping his wrists and ankles with dark leather cuffs. They were tightened enough that his limbs could not slip out even under great tension. His arms and legs were pulled apart and the cuffs connected to the steel poles, leaving his body trapped in the shape of an X. His legs were so far apart that the cheeks of his bottom were spread open, meaning that anyone sitting behind him could clearly see his anus, as well as his genitals hanging freely underneath. He tried pulling against the straps and realised that he was now completely immobile. The dread set in and his heart started pounding out of his chest.

The Administrator spoke again, “We will now execute the punishment of Christopher Painter.”

The guards slowly rotated the punishment frame 180 degrees, so that the audience could now see the back side of the naked boy. Christopher was glad that he would not have to face the crowd and he could just stare at the back wall of the room instead, it was only a small amount of privacy but he welcomed it. He heard Katie speaking to him from behind his back.

“I’m going to apply some jelly to your skin now,” she said, “It will help to stop the strap from catching, so you wont get cut.

He felt her hands apply the cold feeling liquid all over his bottom, starting on his lower back, then moving down over the surface of his buttocks, and all the way down to the back of his thighs.

Katie felt very sorry for the boy now. She truly hoped he would be able to bear his punishment. She finished with his back side by applying the jelly directly between his bottom cheeks. Spreading the jelly along the crease and liberally around his anus.

“Be a brave boy, Christopher,” she said, moving around to the front of his body. “I’m almost done now”.

She squeezed more jelly from the tube into her hand and began applying it to his inner thighs. Pushing it up between his legs, coating the area from his anus to his scrotum. The final handful of jelly she applied directly to his genitals, thoroughly coating his precious testicles and his pretty penis.

Seizing her last opportunity, she took his penis in her hands and pulled back his foreskin to admire it once again. Before looking up at him and saying, “Good luck Christopher.”

Christopher looked longingly into her eyes and almost smiled. This time he correctly understood her intimate handling of his privates was simply her trying to show him affection.

The Administrator took aim and quickly brought the strap down. It struck the boy’s buttocks squarely with a loud thwack! She listened to his yelp at the unexpected shock of pain, before announcing to the room, “One.”

Thwack! The second stroke mirrored the first, and Christopher let out a loud “Aaah!”

“Two.”

The Administrator now aimed specifically to hit the boy’s left cheek and brought the strap down again.

Thwack! Followed by more painful sounds from Chris.

“Three.”

This time the Administrator aimed for the right cheek.

Thwack! Another yelp.

“Four.”

The fifth stroke was aimed directly for the crease of his bottom. Nancy often amused herself trying to get the end of the strap to bite into the sensitive anal areas of the unfortunate boys and girls who found themselves strapped to her punishment frame.

Thwack! Christopher made a piercing “Aiee!” sound followed by “Ah ah ah” noises as he tried to mentally deal with the pain.

Tears began to run down his face.

“Five.”

The strapping continued in a similar fashion. With Nancy the Administrator cruelly punishing the boy’s bare bottom with a variety of different strokes for her own amusement. When she got to the count of “Ten.” she stopped. The boy was now sobbing quietly to himself and dripping with sweat.

The room went quiet as Doctor Benson approached him and examined the marks on his poor bottom. She lightly stroked her hands over the red welts from his waist down over his buttocks to his thighs. She gently parted his cheeks to inspect his sensitive anal opening. Before moving around to his front and looking into his anguished face.

“Look at me Christopher,” she said.

Chris looked back at the doctor, hoping she might show him mercy and end his punishment.

Doctor Benson looked in his eyes and placed her stethoscope on his chest. She listened to his laboured breathing and racing heart rate. Satisfied, she placed the device back around her neck and looked over his naked body. He was covered in a mixture of sweat and tears, his arms and legs straining from the stretched position he was forced into.

Reaching forward, she took hold of his limp penis in her left hand, lifting it away from his scrotum. With her right, she took hold of his testicles and squeezed them.

“Any pain in your testicles?” she asked.

“Err, no. I don’t think so Doctor” was Christopher’s shivering reply.

“And your penis?” she asked, quickly pushing back his foreskin to examine the glans again.

“Ah, erm, no”.

She took his penis in both hands, pulling the foreskin forward again and palpating the tissue along the length of his shaft. Happy that he was still in good health, she released him and walked back around the punishment frame.

Christopher couldn’t see or hear what was happening behind him and was desperately hoping that this would be the end of it and he could finally go home. He felt the frame begin to move as the two guards slowly rotated it all the way around to face the audience once again.

He could see Nancy the Administrator talking quietly to Becky and her mother on the front row of the audience. “Perhaps she was telling them that’s enough?” he thought.

Nancy stood up and addressed the room.

“Doctor Benson has examined Christopher and is happy for his punishment to be completed.” she said, “We will now carry out the remaining strokes.”

“Oh God no!” thought Chris as he began to sob again. He saw Nancy walk around the punishment frame to continue her assault on his tender bottom. Then, surprisingly, he also saw Becky and her mother leave their seats. The young girl approached him head on.

“Hi Christopher,” said Becky with a smile. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“Oh yes Becky!” he replied, almost whimpering.

“Well Nancy says that because we are extra special customers,” she continued, “I’m allowed to hold your boy-parts for you, while you finish your punishment!”

“Oh no, please Becky!” begged Chris.

Becky moved closer to his body, “And guess what”, she whispered, as she collected his genitals in both hands. She smiled in his face again and began to massage his penis and testicles.

“Guess!”

“I don’t know!” pleaded Chris.

Becky’s smile widened, she knew she had won.

“This time mummy is going to be the one smacking you on the bottom!”

“No! You can’t!”

Becky continued her unpracticed massaging of his sensitive sexual organs, forcing Chris to become fully erect in her hands once again. She looked around the side of his body, watching as her mother took up position behind his widely spread legs. Mother and daughter made eye contact and exchanged triumphant grins.

“Ready Christopher?” said Becky, quickly slipping back his foreskin and holding his penis tightly.

Thwack! Cynthia’s first blow landed right in the middle of his bottom. Chris let out an almighty scream.

Becky began to slowly milk his penis, sliding the foreskin all the way up and down.

The Administrator called out “Eleven.”

Cynthia took aim again. She was enjoying this more than she had even imagined.

Thwack! “Twelve.”

Becky pulled the boy’s foreskin down tightly and squeezed hard as Christopher’s screams rang in her ears. Her own arousal was becoming physical too as she felt the warmth emanating from between her legs.

Thwack! “Thirteen.”

“Oh, poor Christopher,” said Becky, mockingly as she continued milking the anguished boy.

“It must be very embarrassing, having your bare bottom smacked in front of all these people.”

Thwack! “Fourteen.”

“And think of all the people who have seen you naked today, with your little thing standing up, all stiff and excited!”

Thwack! “Fifteen.”

“I think you liked it when Nurse Katie played with your penis though, didn’t you. I think you like her...”

Thwack! “Sixteen.”

Becky’s incessant milking of his penis continued. Chris’s tortured screams barely interrupted her rhythm at all.

Thwack! “Seventeen.”

“You’re nearly there Christopher.” said Becky, “Do you think I can make you squirt your stuff before the last smack on your bottom?”

Thwack! “Eighteen.”

Becky increased the speed she was milking the poor boy. She was determined to be the one to make him cum. Jealous of his obvious affection for Katie.

Thwack! “Nineteen.”

“Squirt for me now Christopher! You have to do what I say, remember!”

Thwack “Twenty.”

Chris let out an enormous “Aarrgh” as the final stroke reverberated through his body. The combination of Becky’s non-stop milking and his sense of relief in knowing there were no more straps to come pushed him over the edge. His orgasm began to take over, as waves of pleasure and pain traveled through his nerve endings.

Becky instinctively released him and stepped aside. She panted as her own body climaxed. Dominating Christopher’s sexual feelings had given her a pleasure she had never known before.

Chris ejaculated wildly into the air in front of him. It seemed to go on for a full minute, as drop after drop of thick white semen exploded out of his penis towards the audience.

Finally spent, his body went limp, and he closed his eyes.

(End of File)