STRIPPED, HUMILIATED AND SPANKED ((ggggbbbbb/b humil strip
spank bond tort)
by Sister

sister@monrif.net

Copyright 2000 by Sister, all rights reserved.
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This story is totally fiction for adult purposes only. A
fictional minor is involved in humiliating situations by
young pre-teen females. If you don't like these kind of
stories or if is not legal for you (i.e. minor under 18
y.o.) to read this stuff please leave now. The author knows
the difference between a fantasy and reality. Nothing of
what is in this story should ever happen (maybe?). If you
are still reading means you have the same fetish of mine so
have a good time and let me know suggestions and/or critics
of yours.
  
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STRIPPED, HUMILIATED AND SPANKED 
by Sister

The weather was beautiful on that early June day and I was
going to spend it playing in the apartment block's yard with
some friends of mine. It's wonderful, I thought, to be 11
(6th grade boy equaled being grown up in my mind) and to
have friends to play with. We were a gang and I was the
substitute boss of it. Maybe today we can go to the enemy
block yard (only an iron bars fence between ours and theirs)
for a good fight and we could get some prisoners. With this
thought in my mind I joined the other members of the team.
We all agreed for the fight and so we went.

We thought to arrive there unexpected but we were wrong. As
we were in their yard, far away from the "border", they
snapped their trap. We found ourselves surrounded by the
others so Luca, our chief, yelled out "Retreat men! Hurry
up!!"

We were able to escape from the enemy ring and started
running to the fence. Some of my buddies were already on the
other side when I slid on a piece of dog excrement and I
fell down on my face. The enemy surrounded me immediately.
I was the last one in our queue as to protect the escape of
our team so I remained insulated. The enemy grabbed me by
the arms and held me firmly to avoid my trying to escape.
Blindfolded, I was dragged into their headquarter and there
they binded my hands together over my head to a tube on the
ceiling. They took away my blindfold and I looked around: I
was tied by my hands in the center of a  large cellar facing
nine kids aged from 8 to 12. Five were boys and four were
girls. Then one of the boy came to me. He asked: "Where is
your headquarter?"

"My name is Robert, Captain Robert, sir!" was my answer. 
"Ok" he said "let's try something more convincing."  Saying
that he snapped to another boy of about 10 who immediately
came and yelled "aye, sir!"

"Pull up his shirt over his head, George!" The boy came
close to me and tugged the hem of my T-shirt up till over my
head letting it binding my forearms. I gasped as I found
myself bare chested in front of all those kids. "Now tug
down those shorts of his too!"

"No, please! Not my shorts!" I pleaded. Pitiless George
yanked my shorts down to my ankles and off. My face was red
as a tomato for the shame. I was there, bounded, with only
my white briefs on in front of a bunch of kids, most younger
then me, and, most of all, in front of four giggling little
girls one of whom was my schoolmate. I was already crying
when the first boy asked me again "Where is your 
headquarter?"

Through the tears I repeated "My name is Robert, Captain
Robert, sir!"

"Ok CAPTAIN ROBERT, If this is what you want, it's what 
you'll have. Laura, come here and, please, pull down those 
briefs of his!" 

"With a lot of pleasure," she said. As the blond
nine-years-old Laura came to me I pleaded "Nooo! not my
briefs!" 

She inserted her little fingers in the waistband of my
briefs and slowly started to peel them down.  First came in
view my ass and immediately after my prick was on display
for all the world to see. She put my briefs in the pile with
my shorts and, before going away she brushed her hand on my
front. Against all my will, I got immediately a boner along
with my total discomfort.

"This is your last chance to save yourself the tortures,"
Said their boss. "Where is your headquarter?"

Well knowing that it will be hard to go through but not 
willing to betray my buddies, I was able, between the sobs,
to answer again, "My name is Robert, Captain Robert, sir!" 

At those words their boss snapped again his fingers and
another boy who was at my back said "Aye sir!"  Immediately
after I eared a swoosh at my back followed by a loud 'pak'
sound when the paddle handed by the boy landed on my right
check.  As I screamed in surprise and pain a second swat
followed on my left one. The pain was incredible. The boy
was using all his ten-year-old strength to give it to me. A
third fell down in the middle of my butt hitting both my
checks. Before this beating started I thought to be able to
resist the pain but now I was not so sure.  Another seven
swats followed the first three and my initial screams become
howls.  When the tenth landed and was not followed by 
another I was crying my eyes out. The sting in my ass was
strong and I was not able to rub it away as my hands were 
bounded to the tube on the ceiling.  As my legs were free, I
was jumping from one leg to the other, making a nice show of
my privates bouncing up and down that was enjoyed very much
by the giggling watching girls.  As if this was not enough
for my shame,  I also had a boner, that embarrassed me even
more.

"Do you want now to say to me what I asked?" said the older
boy.

Between the sobs I yelled "No! Never!  Effing bastard!"

"Ok! your choice" He replayed.  "Now our little Kelly will
take care of your little thing!"   He snapped to a little
giggling girl of about 8 who came near to me starring
to my 4 inch glory.  As I was trying to kick her, another
two girls came and grabbed my ankles.  They put a rope on
each of them, fixing the ropes to some metal rings on the
wall, spreading my legs wide open.  Kelly started touching
my prick and my face blushed redder than my butt.

"Do you like it, huh?" she asked me with a smile printed on
her angel face.  All the other kids, more the girls than the
boys, were giggling and began to tease me. I was suffering
the shame to hate her touch and to love it as she rubbed
roughly up and down on my stiff dick. I was there
wishing she didn't stop it and meanwhile willing an end to
this horrible nightmare.  After a few moments she slid her
hand down to my hanging sack and grabbed, squeezing it hard. 
I screamed in pain, and  still holding tight my nuts she
said, laughing, "And do you like this?"  All the kids
laughed at my pain screams.

"Stretch 'em good!" said a red-haired girl of ten. After a
couple of seconds that seemed to me like an eternity Kelly
let her grip go and I was crying in pain.  My butt was sore,
my nuts were sore and my legs, due to the wide open
position, hurt too.

"Well!" said the boss "This is your last chance. I will ask
you one more time. If you will not answer, our girls will
torture you as much as they want to do it! Where is located
your headquarter?".

I was exhausted but I didn't want to let them win. Trying to
catch my breath I said with a low voice "My name is Robert,
Captain Robert, sir!"

"You are more stupid than I could believe."  He said, "Ok
girls, he's your!" Immediately the other three girls reached
Kelly near to me.  First of all they took turns on touching
all other my body, most of all on my red butt and my 
privates. The boner that I had lost before due to the pain
in my nuts came back again.

"Hey, look at this dummy! Seems that he likes being naked
and having us girls playing with his things!" said a
brunette of eleven. "Well Martina, lets see if he likes
something other too!" replied Laura.  She went to a wooden
box in a corner of the cellar and took out a piece of a
broom handle. It was thirty cm long and 2 cm wide, rounded
on the top. Laura came to me, handling that scary tool. She
went to my back and kneeled on the floor. Her face was
inches away from my bruised butt.

"Hey! Someone hold his butt checks apart," She said and
immediately Kelly and Martina answered her request. They 
took my ass checks, stretching them wide apart. Laura put
the top of the broom handle at the entrance of my puckered
hole, then she began to push it against my sphincter muscle.
I began to pleaded with them to not do it but all my "big
boy of eleven" pleads to the younger "little girls" worked
only to make them laugh more loudly.  Laura started to push
harder and my asshole began to open to the intruding item.
At a harder push by Laura the handle entered my virgin hole
and I gave out an earsplitting scream.  She showed it half
way in my rectum and stood up on her feet. Kelly and Martina
let their grip on my checks and stood admiring the wooden
handle sticking out of my ass. "Do you like this too, 
Captain Robert?" Laura asked me.  Before I could say
anything she gripped the handle and started to swing it
inside me, increasing my sufferance.  Due to the work on my
prostate by the invading tool I had again a boner.

Leaving the handle in my ass, the girls moved their
interests onto my front side.  Martina, standing in front of
me, slapped my sticking out stiff prick hard, making it bump
from side to side.  My groan in replay made her decide to do
it again.  Another harder slap hit my 4" glory followed by
another groan of mine. At that point there started a kind of
game between the girls.  Taking turns, the four little girls
slapped my dick as hard as they could, looking for the one
of them able to make me groan loudest.  After five minutes
of that my dick was very sore but I was on the edge of 
cumming.  When Kelly took her turn slapping with all her
9-year-old strength,  with a big groan, I came.  My shot
missed her by a hair and splatted on the dirty floor.

My shame was at the edge. Not only had these four girls seen
me naked, they had taken total control of my pain and
pleasure, making me cum. I was crying continuously when they
decided to take care of another part of me as yet untouched.
Kelly went to the wooden box in the corner and when she came
back she handled some plastic cloths pins. She attached the
first two to my nipples.  Immediately a jolt of pain reached
my mind.  They squeezed very hard.  Before I was able to 
scream Kelly put another two cloths pins on my sack followed
by others on all the length of my already sore dick. 
Meanwhile, Laura handled the paddle and started to beat my
red behind hard. In the next minute I received twenty hard
swats by Laura while Kelly worked on the cloths pins on my
nipples, twisting and pulling them hard.

The worst thing was that I hardened one more time. Right at
that instant a loud crack was heard through the cellar's
door.  One minute later the door broke down and twelve kids
rushed into the place.  My gang was there rescuing me.  As 
they saw what was in the cellar their jabs dropped down.  
What a picture I was.  Naked, bound to a tube with my legs
stretched wide open, my privates and nipples covered with
cloths pins,  surrounded by little dressed girls spanking
and torturing me.

The other gang boys jumped on my group and the girls joined
them letting me hanging there. After a furious fight my gang
won.  Marisa and Maria, two ten-years-old girls of my gang
came to let me free. I saw that they were giggling and
starring to my privates while they worked to smooth the
ropes.  Marisa turned around me to go on the other side and
passing at my back saw the wooden handle still sticking out
of my bum. She gasped at the sight and Maria immediately
came to see what was happening. I was totally devastated by
shame when Maria grabbed the handle with her hands and
started to pull it out. With some pain the horrible thing
went out and Maria threw it to the corner of the cellar.
Some one handed me my briefs and shorts, so I was able to
redress myself.  With Marisa and Maria helping me, we walked
outside in the sunshine to our headquarters, with a queue
of blindfolded prisoners chained to each other by the hands
following us.

Now is the moment for my revenge I though, happy to be among
friends again.

END OF THE TALE.