The Whole Story

The Whole Story
By Captain J
CaptainJ46@yahoo.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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Author's Note: I wrote this story a couple of years ago and posted it on a Stripping & Humiliation BBS which is now long gone. It's one of very few stories I've written in the first person. It is however, fiction and much did not happen to me. The world in which I set it was from my childhood and some of the characters were real, but not everything that is outlined. Only the initial public spanking, a few forced nude boat rides, and a few jerk-off shows actually happened, beyond that; I'll let you guess what is fiction and what was real. These incidents were probably the basis for my interest in young femdom ever since. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. The rest is my perverted imagination… Captain J

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Part 1 - Stripped and beaten by a 16 year Old Girl

The year was 1962 and the world was a different place. No one had ever heard of Feminism, civil rights was a remote concept and the whole concept of Men's and Women's roles was just edging out of the 1950's mold. In short, the whole 60's movement had not yet started. One of the social and economic factors of life back then was the wide divide between the "have's and have-not's." If your family had money you could do just about anything and get away with it. No one ever took the word of someone "Poor" or "lower class" against the word of someone from "a good family" i.e. Upper Middle Class or Wealthy.

To be white and poor put you one level above black and poor which was to say a "servant at best" NEVER to be treated as a social equal and whose presence was treated as a necessity to be tolerated only on an as convenient basis.

My family was undergoing financial hardship; my father had suffered a back injury and subsequent surgery and had been out of work for almost two years. Both my brother and I had jobs both before and after school and my Mother was holding down two jobs all of us just trying to make ends meet and put food on the table. We were "Poor" financially, but had previously been "middle class." The change in social status was quick and apparent to those who had to suffer through it. You were no longer welcome at former "friends" houses, and at best you were the subject of whispers and pity. At worst, you were now "White Trash" and not to be associated with.

The summer in question, I managed to get a job working at a private marina/park, which fronted on a state owned lake. I made the whopping sum of $1.25 per hour plus room and board working as general labor for the park owner. On weekends I was the "Dockboy" who cleaned rental boats, sold bait and gas. On weekdays, I mowed grass, picked up trash and other manual labor in the park. Two older boys worked there, Paul (20) the owner's son and Ed (17) who was the Lifeguard on weekends and Laborer on weekdays. The owner and his wife ran the store and snackbar and their daughter Janet (16) worked weekends only, running the cash register in either the store or snackbar. The two older boys did the really heavy labor in the park, as I was very small for a 13-year- old, only 5'2 or 3" and about 105 lbs. To them I was the "runt" and not to be associated with generally. They were too busy chasing girls to be bothered with me. Janet was a young amazon at 5'9", very athletic, curves in more than all the right places, with long blonde hair and a model's looks; she was also gay but I didn't know that at the time. Janet was also above talking to anyone "below her social status" unless absolutely necessary. If you were not in her "circle" you were tolerated at best.

One Thursday in mid-June I was mowing the large grass area adjacent to the beach and seeing that there were about 20 girls sunbathing on the beach and the edge of the grass, I warned them that I would be cutting the grass area and that the mower might throw clippings in their direction. Janet, who was among those on the beach told me not to cut the grass as she didn't want to move. I explained to her that her father had ordered me to cut the beach and picnic areas that day so that they would be done before the weekend "rush" and that I didn't have any choice in the matter.

Janet just muttered something I couldn't hear and laid back down on her blanket. Virtually all of the other girls moved further onto the sand away from the grass, where they would be clear of any grass clippings.

The grass area was about 100 yards long and 50 yards wide, and still hoping that Janet would get the idea, I started on the opposite edge and cut back and forth lengthwise, moving in her direction. When, I was about 10 feet from the edge of the sand (with the mower exhausting in the opposite direction) a few blades of grass blew back towards the lake and landed on Janet's blanket. She went ballistic, jumped up off her blanket and ran towards me yelling and screaming, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off of the mower (fortunately the mower had a cut-off switch under the seat and shut itself off). Dragging me by the neck and hitting me repeatedly, she pulled me over to her blanket and pointed to the grass clippings, which had landed there.

I tried to explain that I had warned them it might happen but she was having no part of it. Continuously yelling and swearing at me that she had told me not to cut the grass. I told her again that her father had ordered the grass cut and that I had to do it or loose my job. Not hearing any of that, she decided that I had to be "punished" and that she was going to spank me for not listening to her.

Without warning, she grabbed the front of my shorts and tore the button off when she pulled at the waist which also ripped the zipper out on one side. (The only thing I was wearing were a pair of old blue jeans cut-off shorts and tennis shoes, no underwear, too hot!). The force of her jerk caused me to loose my balance and I quickly found myself laying on the ground on my back with my shorts pulled to about my knees as she quickly pulled them towards my feet. I immediately heard squeals and laughter from all around me, as I saw that we were now surrounded by all of the girls from the beach who had come to see what was going on. I then realized to my dismay, that I was now totally nude in front of about 20 girls ranging in age from 10-17. I tried to cover my crotch with my hands, but that just made it easier for Janet to finish pulling my shorts off my legs and was cause for laughter and cheers from the girls.

Having gotten my shorts off, Janet threw them into the crowd of girls and grabbed me by the left arm in a hammer lock and pulled me to my feet then drug me towards a folding chair about 30 feet down the beach. Since I worked outside everyday, I already had a dark tan on my torso and legs but as you have might have guessed my butt was cream white, this was cause for much jeering and laughter from the girls. When, we reached the chair, Janet sat down and pulled me across her lap maintaining the hammer lock with the help of two girls who held my feet; immediately commenced wailing away at my backside, to the sounds of clapping, cheering and laughter from the assembled girls, who kept on pointing out to me that I had been stripped and was being spanked by a "mere girl." After about 50 very hard hand spanks and taunting by the girls, I started crying and pleaded to be let go. This only caused more jeering about the "crybaby."

After what seemed like forever, Janet finally let me up, but much to my embarrassment my bare crotch rubbing on her bare thighs had caused an erection. Now I wasn't very big and neither was my dick, so this was cause for even more jeering about my "tiny and/or cute little dick." My butt was burning from the spanking and my dick was standing straight out and I was burning red on both ends, I tried to cover-up but that only made them jeer more at me. At this point Janet decided to let me go, but the girls would not give me back my shorts, throwing them one to another in a game of "keep away." Unable to retrieve my shorts with only one hand, I made a desperate attempt to get them using both hands and abandoning my attempted modesty. This of course resulted in my little hard-on bouncing about as I tried to recover my shorts and was cause for even more glee, cheering and laughing. Finally, I decided to give up trying to get my shorts back and run back to the cabin shared by Ed and myself to get some clothes. This was a distance of almost two miles through the park, fortunately most of it through areas not currently occupied.

When I took off running, I was immediately followed by about 6 girls mostly 12-14 age range who taunted me all the way back to the cabin about being stripped and spanked by a girl. When I finally got there and got inside, I hid in the cabin for about a half-hour until they finally got tired of waiting and left.

Word got out throughout the park about the incident and the other boys, who previously would barely stoop to talking to me, shut me out completely. I was a "wimp" beaten up by a "girl" the fact that she was bigger and stronger than me was irrelevant, "real boys" or men would never allow that to happen. Janet told her father that I had picked a fight with her and that she had spanked me and since his "good daughter would never tell a lie" as far as he was concerned it was my fault. Further, "If you ever get into another fight with my daughter, you are fired immediately..."

For the rest of the summer the girls who had been present subjected me to little giggles and sneers and even those who were not when they found out about it. "Wimp," "Pencil dick," and "spankie" were little names thrown out at me when no adults were around, each would result in my turning red with embarrassment, but there was nothing I could do about it. The 10-13 year olds were the worst as they were my age and younger. Anytime any of the girls took offense to anything I said or did or even if they just wanted to rub it in, they would loudly say, "I guess he needs another lesson from Janet, should we go get her?"

What none of them knew, boys or girls was that Janet did not drop it with the public spanking but continued her domination for the rest of the summer. But that's another story...

Part 2 - My Ball Busting Summer

Following the public spanking incident and Janet having convinced her father (my boss) that the whole thing was my fault; Janet continued her domination of me for the rest of the summer. The Boss having threatened to fire me immediately if "I picked another fight with his daughter." I was screwed and Janet knew it. She could claim at any time that I started another incident and she was home free and I was gone.

The Tuesday following, the spanking and humiliation on the Beach, Janet cornered me early in the morning and demanded that I meet her on the Beach by the Lifeguard's chair that evening at 8:00 when no one would be around. I asked why and she just smirked and replied "If you want to keep this job, you'll be there, if not you might as well start packing your stuff…"

What was I to do? I needed the job because my family badly needed the little money I made.

At about 7:55 I reluctantly walked across the grass towards the Lifeguard's chair on the beach. Before me I could see three girls, Janet, and two of her friends, Susan a little blond 12 ½ year-old cousin of her's and Missy a brunette 14 year-old who lived down the lake in a cabin owned by her parents. Susan was staying the summer with my boss's family and worked part-time in the snackbar. Missy was a permanent fixture at the marina/park and always seen with Janet.

As I approached, Janet was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and feet apart with a stern look on her face, the other two girls were hanging back behind her a couple of feet.

"Well the Wimp finally got here!" snarled Janet. "Get your puny ass over here on the other side of the chair."

I stopped, dead in my track, this did not look good, Janet was hostile and looked to be mad about something…

"I said GET YOU PUNY ASS OVER HERE!" she yelled and leapt across the three feet separating us, and with one hand on my left shoulder, drove her left knee into my crotch lifting me off the ground.

I screamed and coughed, grabbed for my balls and crumpled to the ground at her feet, trying to breathe as the pain shot throughout my body and tears flowed from my eyes. I couldn't talk; I was doing well just to get my breath.

"Strip him." Janet ordered the other girls.

In short order, one of the girls was pulling my T-shirt off and the other was undoing my shorts, then pulling them down my legs. Before, I could recover my breath; I was lying nude at Janet's feet with Missy and Susan standing on either side of me. All three were smiling and Janet was downright gloating.

Janet reached down and grabbed my right wrist and the other girls grabbed my left and I was drug across the remaining grass and sand to the lifeguard's chair. Then, while Janet held me upright facing against the front of the 12' high chair, the other girls tied my hands and feet spread-eagled to the legs of the chair. Still choking with pain in my balls, I cried and pleaded with them to let me go, but it was useless. Once secured all three of them stood back, I could just see them looking over my shoulder.

Janet moved to the side where I could see her, "Now wimp, I will explain the new order of things around here. You are our slave to do with want we want, when we want, however we want… DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" "If you give us any shit, If you fail to follow orders, you are gone but only after I beat the shit out of you." "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I pleaded with her not to do this and to let me go, but she was in control, she knew it and also knew she could do whatever she wanted short of killing me. I might as well have been talking to a tree; it would have been just as responsive.

"Here are the rules," she said clearly as she held me by the hair, pulling my head back and looking directly into my eyes.

"From now on you will call me 'Miss Janet and Susan is 'Miss Susan' and Missy is 'Miss Missy'…Agreed?" "Yes, Miss Janet " I weakly replied.

"From now on, you will be naked in our presence at all times when we are alone. A puny wimp doesn't deserve to wear clothing without permission…Agreed?" With my entire body shaking "Yes, Miss Janet" I cried.

"When working you will wear girls panties under your shorts at all times, you may be inspected by any of us at any time and any place we choose; if you are not wearing your panties, you will be severely spanked, in public, when and where I choose…Agreed?" "But I don't have any"…I pleaded with tears streaming down my face. "We will provide them" she spit back "Agreed?" "Yes, Miss Janet" was the weak reply.

"If any ANYTIME, you do not immediately comply with an order from any of us, you will be punished, usually a spanking but if you really piss me off, I can be VERY creative; that knee to you useless little cock and balls was just a taste of what I can do…Agreed? "Please don't do this," I whimpered.

"Apparently you DON'T understand… Missy give me his belt!"

Janet let go of my hair and moved out of sight, and before any time had passed at all, I heard the whoosh of my belt in the air and my ass lit up with electric shock like pain. Again, and again she whipped me with my belt, I don't know how many times, but in short order I was a blubbering mess, straining against the bonds which held me to the lifeguard's chair, but unable to escape. My pleas and crying did nothing to avert her attack on my backside.

Finally, she stopped and again grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes, "NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND? DO YOU AGREE?" "Yes Miss Janet," I choked out.

"Wednesdays are your day off, you will serve us all day, however we please on those days. You will meet Missy or one of us at Missy's boat no later than 8:00a.m. every Wednesday, and she will take you to wherever we will go for your service. As soon as the boat leaves the dock you are to be completely nude unless we tell you otherwise…Agreed?" "Yes Miss Janet," I again choked out.

During all of this, the other two girls said nothing, but I could hear snickers and giggles throughout.

"Just so you know any of us may punish you, each of us is going to give you five more swats with the belt…"

I pleaded with them not to do it, but that only made Janet mad.

"Now it's ten each you little shit, want to try for more?"

"Susan you get first honors" Janet announced.

Susan was very small, only about 5' and maybe 90 lbs. I didn't think it was possible for her to really hurt me. Wow was I WRONG! She swung with both hands and the first strike on my already tenderized butt, drove me into the chair framework, crushing my little cock and balls against a cross beam. She worked quickly and soon Missy was taking her turn, by the time Janet again took the belt, I was only semi-conscious and a blubbering fool, just hanging from the bonds holding me to the chair. By the time I came around, it was dark and I found myself alone on the beach, tied to the chair, with my ass on fire and pain stabbing every time, I even moved a muscle.

After what seemed like forever, Janet came back carrying 6 pair of assorted girl's panties, which she took great pleasure in showing me, one pair at a time. Three pair were nylon and frilly, two pair were white cotton with little figures printed on them, one a teddybear and one a baby girl in bonnet and dress, both trimmed in pink, the last pair were pink cotton with little animals all over them. "Here's you panties 'Pussyboy' aren't they just adorable?

You have a different pair for each day, except Wednesday's when you won't be needing any clothes…"

Throwing the panties on the ground, she then untied one hand and one leg and turned me around still secured to the chair frame by the other arm and leg.

"That's all for now SLAVE, you have an appointment on the Dock tomorrow morning and you better not be late!" Then holding me back against the chair, she again drove her knee into my crotch, doubling me over choking in pain.

"That's was just to remind you that I can do whatever I want!" as she walked away laughing.

When, I finally recovered, I untied myself and tried to find my clothes in the dark, found the T-shirt but not my shorts or belt…no luck. I gathered up the panties and figuring a pair of them was better than no pants, made my way back to the cabin. Fortunately, Ed was already asleep and didn't see me come in. I immediately hid the panties in my drawer and after going in the bathroom and putting some suntan lotion on my butt to lessen the pain, got into bed and tried to not cry from the pain, which might wake my roommate.

Part 3

I got up early the next morning and putting on a pair of swimming trunks went down to the beach to try and find my shorts and belt removed by the girls the night before. I should note that putting on the trunks was a real chore, as my ass was criss-crossed with red welts from the beating with the belt and 'tender' to say the least.

I found my shorts and belt down by the water and returned them to the cabin, then had a quick breakfast. It was 7:45a.m. and I was supposed to be on the dock by 8:00. I REALLY was not looking forward to what might happen today, Janet had been very cruel with the public spanking on the beach and last night's ball busting and whipping with the belt. The other two girls seemed to be just going along with whatever Janet wanted to do to me.

Walking down the hill to the docks, I could see Missy standing out near the end and sitting in her boat was little Susan. Missy's parents had provided her with a 14' aluminum fishing type boat with a 10 hp outboard motor for transportation (This was primarily a fishing lake part of the state's flood control system, with a 10 hp limit). Missy was standing waiting when I got to the dock with hands on hips and a big smile on her face. Susan was sitting in the bow of the boat also with a broad smile. I, on the other hand, had my head down and red face trying to hide my shame at even being there.

Missy told me to get in the boat and take the center seat facing forward. She then jumped in and started the motor, the girls cast off the mooring lines and we were no more than 15 feet from the dock when I heard from behind me, "Get those shorts off Wimp."

I was scared to death, we were still close to the marina and there were a lot of fishermen loading into their boats to go out for the day, the probability of being seen was 100%. I slid off the seat down into the space between Susan and the middle seat I had been sitting on and carefully lowered my trunks. When my ass hit the cold metal of the hull, I gave a little squeak, which caused both girls to start laughing hysterically. Now nude, I looked up at Susan who was smiling back at me and not even attempting to hide the fact that she was staring at my privates. red faced, I started to cover them with my hands when I again heard Missy's voice, "None of that! Up on the seat facing forward, hands behind you, knees apart!"

I edged back up onto the middle seat and took the ordered position facing little Susan, who now had a totally unobstructed view of my body from a distance of about two feet. My balls were resting on the cold metal seat and retracted from the cold surface as if trying to hide from the stare of the 12-½ year old. "He's getting even smaller!" she called back to Missy and both of them laughed.

So there we were riding down the lake, two dressed girls on either end of the boat and a nude boy in the center, completely on display for anyone to see if they looked. The lake was 14 miles long and we passed many boats along the way, mostly fishermen who paid little or no attention to us. Missy even waved at a couple of them and they waved back as if nothing were out of the ordinary. I should explain that this lake had almost no buildings visible from the water. Housing areas were highly regulated and had to be back at least 100 yards from the water with trees forming a buffer area so that the lake looked "natural" from the water. Actually youth camps bordered most of the lake and or state nature areas so the human population was relatively thin to begin with other than in concentrated areas like the marinas, central camps and housing allotments.

After about 5 miles of sheer terror on my part, Missy turned the boat left into 'Doctor's Bay' a large side estuary of the lake. It was about 2 miles long and once about ½ mile into it, very shallow with lots of stumps and rocks, which would destroy an outboard motor. Hence it was usually empty of boats. Picking her way slowly, Missy worked her way about 2/3 of the way back the bay to where a large tree grew right on the water on the right bank, there was a boat tied to the tree and I immediately recognized it as Janet's 12' Boston Whaler (an expensive fiberglass boat). As we pulled to the shore, Janet stepped out from behind the tree and grabbed the bow line from Susan and proceeded to tie Missy's boat to the tree beside her's.

"Everybody out!" ordered Janet.

Susan wearing shorts and a halter-top with tennis shoes scrambled over the bow to the shore. As I stood to get out, Missy had her first clear view of my ass, "Wow! Would you look at those stripes!"

I was stretched out over the bow at this point, and Janet (wearing a T-shirt and shorts) who was only a foot and a half to my side had a clear view of the damage she had inflicted the night before. "Gee, I bet that still hurts…" she offered and giggled, this prompted a giggle from Susan who was on the other side of me also with a clear view. I on the other hand could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes from the humiliation.

Once I was out of the boat, Janet grabbed me by the ear and led me over to her boat, where she pointed out a cooler, several blankets and three small duffel bags. "Carry all of that stuff up the hill" she ordered "and be quick about it!" This was emphasized with a swat with her hand on my backside, which elicited a yelp from me and laughter from all of the girls.

With me carrying the cooler, Missy, wearing a tube top and very tight shorts, led me up the hill about a hundred yards where there was a clearing that overlooked the lake. All the way up I was watching the near perfect ass ahead of me, and I could feel the start of an erection, but fought the thought to try and keep it down. Apparently, a house had once been there as there was an old fashion water pump and the land was level like an old road or something, but now was just a clear grass area. Missy had me put the cooler down and return for the rest of the stuff; (Janet had stayed by the boats to prevent any possible escape). As I walked down the hill towards Janet and Susan, I realized just how exposed I was. As I could feel my half-hard cock swinging back and forth and my balls bouncing with each step. Going up I had the cooler to conceal me somewhat, but coming down the hill there was nothing to hide me. This was cause for me to be red faced by the time I reached the girls.

I retrieved the blankets and bags and the girls followed me up the hill for the second trip. Along the way, Susan mumbled something I only half heard about the welts on my ass and Janet replied something about "it was only the start." I trembled, and stumbled and almost fell hearing her reply.

"Get going you clumsy little shit," got me moving again and quickly. When we reached the clearing, each girl took a blanket and bag from me and spread her blanket on the ground. This left me just standing there nude, feeling like some kind of idiot. Once they had their blankets spread each stripped down to bathing suits, in fact all three were wearing very small string bikinis, smaller than they would ever wear on a public beach.

I suppose I should fill you in further on each girl: Janet 5'-9" probably a "B" cup sized breasts, slim, trim and long legs; Missy about 5'-7" large "C+" sized and wide hips with short brown hair;

Susan, blonde shoulder length hair, about 5', skinny, "straight as an arrow" type body, just starting to show signs of developing, with small bumps for breasts. But to me, this was more female flesh than I had ever seen and my cock decided to respond again, I could feel it starting to rise and wanted to hide but how could I?

"It seems the Wimp, likes what he sees," observed Missy. This caused all three girls to stare at my half-hard cock and me to turn red with shame.

"Well don't just stand there, get it hard," ordered Janet.

"Yeah, I want to see it hard again," snickered little Susan.

To this point I had not said a single word from the time I arrived on the dock until then. I tried to respond but the words just wouldn't come out. "I…I can't.." I blubbered and choked out my whole body trembling.

Janet leaped to her feet and grabbed me by the left ear. "Miss Susan wants to see it hard. I don't know why, it's so small and useless, but she does, SO GET IT HARD!"

"I…I…can't" I whimpered, "not…not…in front of girls…"

Janet cuffed my across the back of my head and shoved me towards Susan's blanket. "You are refusing an order, that will not be tolerated, Susan gets to spank you for it...""

In seconds I was placed over Susan's sitting lap, with my cock rubbing down between her young thighs. "50 hard ones" Janet ordered and Susan immediately started dishing out the punishment. The fact that I was being spanked by a girl younger than me and smaller made it even worse. It was one thing to be beaten by a young amazon (to my small size) like Janet; it was a wholly different thing to be worked over by this girl almost my age. By number 25, I was crying and pleading for her to stop, I still don't know how such a small girl could hit so hard. By 50 I was a blubbering mess unable to control myself at all.

When Susan finished, she shoved me and rolled me over onto my back. To my mounting shame, my cock was now hard and standing straight up from my body all thin 3" of it…

"See, you CAN get it hard with the proper motivation." Observed Janet, "Now you will keep it that way all day, if it gets soft, you will get another spanking until it is hard again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Miss Janet" was my weak reply.

"Good, now get up and get me a beer from the cooler."

"I'll take one too," added the smirking Missy. "And I want a Coke," demanded Susan.

"Yes Miss Missy, Yes Miss Susan," I responded.

Still crying I slowly made my way over to the cooler and I could feel the heat from my burning ass as I bent over to get the girls their drinks, apparently my bright red posterior was funny to them, because when I bent over, they all laughed at me. "Imagine what everyone would think if they found out that he let Susan do that to him," Missy sneered from behind me.

The rest of the morning was spent getting them drinks or snacks. When not running errands for them, I was ordered to kneel at the foot of their blankets, with my knees spread wide, keeping my cock hard, but I was told I was not to cum under any circumstances without their permission or Janet would administer the punishment. I didn't even want to THINK what that might be.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep an erection for hours without cumming? You have to touch it enough to keep it hard, but stop touching it if you are approaching a climax, then resume when the crest has passed. It took all my will power to accomplish what they wanted and by noon my balls were ready to explode with built up cum wanting to get out… If that wasn't hard enough, all throughout, were continuous comments from the girls about how "tiny, cute, pathetic, useless, etc." was my equipment.

Around 1:00 in the afternoon, a motor boat could be heard working it's way back into the bay. Janet stood up so she could see who it was and immediately spat "Shit it's Ted!" 'Ted' was the Lake Patrolman employed by the state to handle law enforcement on the Lake. "Take all of the beer and empty cans and hide them," Janet ordered me, "If he finds us with beer, we are in deep trouble."

I gathered all of the cans, full and empty and hid them in some bushes about 25 yards away. Then I realized I was nude and had no clothes to put on as I saw the girls quickly dressing. My trunks were down in the boat!

I asked Janet what I should do and her response was "Go Hide!"

I ran back into the woods away from the clearing and hid in some bushes. I was still close enough to hear what was going on but out of sight.

Ted was a high school teacher who worked at this job in the summers and really wasn't like a 'Cop' but did have the authority to arrest if necessary. He treated most 'offenders' more like his students and gave more warnings than citations. Most of the tickets he wrote were for violations of fishing laws or motorboat registration or safety equipment violations. I only once ever saw him actually arrest someone and that was a drunk causing problems at the marina.

By the time he reached the clearing where the girls were still on their blankets, but now dressed he was not thrilled about having to work his boat back into the bay and then hike up the hill.

"This is private property, what are you girls doing here?" he demanded.

"Augh Ted, we're just having a picnic and doing some sunbathing away from those terrible boys back on the beach," Janet responded.

"Now Janet, you know this property belongs to the Girl Scouts and no one is allowed back here, if your father found out, you'd be grounded for the rest of the summer…"

"But Ted, we're not hurting anything…"

"No buts, pack up this stuff and get it back down to your boats and get out of here, and if I ever find you back here again, well, you won't like what happens…"

"Yes Sir," all three responded and immediately started packing their stuff and carrying it down to the boats. Shortly, I heard all three motors start and moved to where I could see the lake, and much to my chagrin watched all three boat leave, with Ted in the rear following the other two boats with the girls.

I waited there nude in the woods for hours, waiting for one of the girls to come back and pick me up, but they didn't come. While I waited, Ted's words came back to me… "belongs to the Girl Scouts"… Oh God, I thought what if I get caught here naked on a Girl Scout Camp; I'll be arrested as some kind of pervert!

The sun was starting to get low in the sky and still no one came back for me, it was 5 miles by water back to the marina, but almost 10 by land, and me only wearing my tennis shoes…

Part 4

It was now approaching sunset and here I was still naked on a Girl Scout Camp, almost 10 miles from my cabin. None of the girls ever came back so I had to do something. I figured I'd better work my way towards the road before it got too dark and hopefully find something to cover myself along the way. Then hike it back to the cabin in the dark.

Walking through the woods naked at dusk may sound exciting to someone (God know who) but it was not. Every bush and branch will stick you and from the heat still burning from my butt, anything touching it was cause for swearing. It seemed like every little branch had to swat my backside along the way. For some reason I still can't fathom, my cock decided to stay at least half-hard though all of this. Rough bark and twigs also are not kind to you tender privates!

After picking my way through about a mile and a half of woods and brush, I soon found myself nearing the central part of the Girl Scout Camp. I swung wide of the central part and picked my way around the backs of the cabins looking for anything I might cover myself with, while working my way towards the county road. All the while I could hear voices seemingly all around me as the girls went about their normal activities.

Behind one of the cabins, I could see a clothesline with clothes hanging from it. In desperation I worked my way nearer to it and seeing no one around grabbed a piece of cloth from the rope, then retreated back into the shadows. When I was again in the darkness I examined what I had gotten, it was a green Girl Scout Uniform dress! Figuring it was better than being nude, I started putting it on when all of a sudden I was blinded by a flashlight.

"Well what DO we have here?" said a female voice from the other side of the light. "Stop right there you little punk!"

In panic I started to run, but with the dress only partially on I tripped and fell instead. Ending up sprawled on the ground, with the dress half way up my legs, but my torso and privates on display.

Before I could do anything I was quickly lighted by ten or twelve more flashlights surrounding me. "Oh My God, It's a Boy!" "Look he's all naked." "He tried to steal a Dress!" came voices of young girls from all around me.

"Get him up," came the voice of an older girl, sounding like the original girl I'd heard. Two girls grabbed either arm and I was pulled to my feet, as I stood, the dress fell to my ankles and flashlights were lighting every part of my body. One was still pointed into my eyes so I couldn't see anything except shapes around me.

"Wowee would you look at that!" came from behind me, "He must really be a bad boy, someone's beat him but good!" I didn't need to guess what they were looking at; it was my still red and criss-crossed stripped rearend. I lost all control and just stood there crying.

"Bring him inside," said the 'voice of authority' and I was roughly pulled forward, stumbling with the dress still around my legs, towards the cabin some 25 yards away. Inside, I found myself faced with a girl about 16 or 17 (the voice of authority) and a dozen girls 11 or 12 years old some my size, most smaller. As soon as we got into the lights, they all started talking wildly about "their captive," my battered backside, my little 'thingy' and what to do with the thief. I was placed standing in the middle of the room, surrounded on all sides, held by both arms so I couldn't even try to cover myself, with tears freely flowing down my face.

I soon discovered that the counselor of the cabin of first time campers had caught me. She seated herself directly in front of me and demanded an explanation while the girls holding and surrounding me laughed and jeered about their captive.

I stuttered and stammered, but couldn't get words to come out.

"Well it is OBVIOUS that you have been a bad boy and that SOMEONE has punished you and SOMEHOW you ended up here naked and tried to STEAL a dress," demanded the Counselor, "So Let's Have it or do we call the police?"

Afraid of what might happen if she called the police, the story came out, about Janet spanking me on the beach, then beating me again last night and being spanked again that afternoon and left naked on the camp grounds. I neglected to include the stuff about the other two girls, slave stuff or rules; making it seem like Janet was the only one involved without giving her name.

"So you have been disrespectful to this young woman who has punished you and left you in our care? You have trespassed on private property, indecently exposed yourself to these young girls, and further aggravated your offenses by attempting to steal a dress," she summarized.

"Yes…Yes Miss," was my weak response between sobs and tears.

"Well then, I think we can handle this without the police, but your crimes MUST be punished!" This brought cheers from the assembled girls and giggles all around me.

"Knee on the floor, head down rear up," she ordered. The girls holding me quickly placed me in position. "Tie his hands," she then ordered and my hand were pulled together in front and wrists tied together with rope.

"Now who's dress is this anyway?" she asked and inspection by one of the girls determined that it belonged to a girl named Ann. "So here is the verdict, for trespassing on private property you will be spanked 20 times, for indecent exposure 5 spanks from each girl offended and for stealing the dress, Ann gets to personally give you 25 more. When we are done, you get to keep the dress as a reminder of your misbehavior. I will buy Ann a new one, as this one has been contaminated by a boy wearing it!"

Without any more discussion, one girl held onto my tied hands, two more each took hold of an ankle and my legs were pulled apart so that I was completely exposed, with my cock and balls hanging down between my trembling legs. The counselor delivered the first 20 and by the end of them I was balling loudly. Then each girl in turn swatted me 5 times, some of them missed their aim and hit my balls with their hand instead of my ass and I was screaming in pain, then Ann got to deliver the final blows. By then, I couldn't feel individual blows anymore my entire backside was one huge glowing slab of constant pain.

When done, I was pulled sobbing and blubbering to my feet. The dress was pulled up my body and buttoned into place but was so short that it barely covered my butt. One of the girls decided that she would donate a pair of panties so that I wouldn't offend anyone else and I quickly had a pair of frilly white panties pulled up my legs. They were too small and very tight and in addition to crushing my balls, held in the heat from my ass making it hurt even worse.

I was then escorted to the main gate by the Counselor and two of the girls and with my hands still tied told to leave and never come back unless I wanted to get it even worse. As I limped away, I heard the Counselor say "God what a Wimp!" and all three of them laughed and giggled as they returned into the camp.

I slowly made my way back to the marina cabins in the dark, hiding every time a car came by. At some where around half way back, I managed to get my hands untied, and was then able to gently rub my burning backside. I adjusted the panties so that my balls weren't being crushed so bad but decided to leave them on to cover my nakedness.

It was almost 4:00a.m. when I finally snuck back into the cabin. My body was covered by sweat and my butt was still on fire. I filled the tub with cool water and climbed in hoping it would lessen the pain, it helped. It was almost 5:00 by the time I got to bed and the alarm went off at 6:30. I had a full day's work to do on one and a half hours sleep! Ed got up when the alarm went off but I was afraid to get out of bed, where he could see my still painful rear. So I stayed in bed until he left, knowing I would be late for work. Then got up and selected a pair of the cotton panties to wear under my shorts. I didn't want to take any chance of getting another spanking for noi following Janet's orders.

I was a half hour late when I reported to the marina and promptly got chewed out by the boss, who then ordered me to mow grass in the park that day. God, riding a mower all day with my ass still hurting, how was I going to get through the day?

About 11:00 Susan stopped me on the mower and said Janet wanted to see me in the bathhouse by the beach. I went there as ordered and as soon as I got inside was ordered to drop my shorts for inspection. All three girls were present and laughed when they saw the little pink trimmed "teddybear" cotton panties with my little cock clearly outlined in the front, I was then ordered to turnaround and lower the panties for an inspection. As I lowered the panties, it was obvious to all that I had received additional spanking, as my ass was still hot and very red.

I then had to tell them the story of what happened after they left, about being caught in the camp by the girls and the additional spankings, then making my way back on foot wearing the dress.

"I hope you kept the dress," Janet observed, "You WILL be wearing it again, and you have PAID for it…now back to work little SCOUT."

Part 5

The next morning, Janet stopped me and told me to give her the Girl Scout Uniform, I was glad to get rid of it because I was worried my cabin mate Ed might see it, I delivered it that afternoon. For the next several days, I was only subjected to daily "panty checks" where one of the girls would stop me at random and check to make sure I was wearing panties as ordered. My next day off was coming up however, and I was worried.

As I walked down to the docks that Wednesday morning, I could only dread what the girls might have in store for me. The ordeal of the previous Wednesday was still fresh in my mind and I trembled to even think of a repeat.

When I arrived at the dock, there were Missy and Susan the same as before. I got into the boat without comment and as we pulled away from the docks Missy's voice from behind me just said, "You know the drill." So this time remaining on the seat, I just skinned down my swimming trunks and dropped them on the floor of the boat. Susan setting in front of me looked at my limp little dick and pointing to it said "I want it hard." So I set to work and in short order had it hard for her. There we were, two dressed girls and one nude boy with a stiff dick casually proceeding down the lake as before.

This time we passed the Girl Scout camp and proceeded to the next bay, where I knew Missy's parents cabin was located, as she turned into the bay we could see people on the docks and Susan picked up my trunks and handed them back to me. "You better put these back on for now," she said as she looked at the family standing on the dock. When we got there I was wearing my trunks but the front was plainly tented out from my erection.

As we got out of the boat the lady standing on the dock was clearly upset. "Well I Never! Why don't boys have ANY control! Did you see that! And in the presence of two INNOCENT young girls!" I walked past her as fast as I could, red faced and head down. When we got to the shoreline, both Missy and Susan who had been smirking before, started laughing out loud, which just made the woman even madder.

As we walked up the hill towards the cabin, Missy explained that we were going to her place for the day, her parents were gone and wouldn't be back until late that evening. Behind the cabin was a small tool shed and I was led into it and told to strip. Then Susan handed me a paper bag and inside I found the Girl Scout Uniform. "Put it on" she ordered and as I drew it up my body and put my arms through the sleeves, I realized that something was wrong. It had been too small before for me to button the front completely, so it looked like a deep Vee plunge neckline with my bare chest showing through the opening. But now, it was even shorter than before! When I had worn it back last week it came down to about 2" below my butt, now it's hem was about an inch ABOVE my dick and only covered the top of my rear.

Seeing my realization, both girls giggled, "Oh isn't that just adorable?" observed Missy. "Janet hemmed it just right," said Susan, "Now get it hard again."

When I was again stiff, I found that the bottom edge of the skirt rubbed across the top of my dick providing constant stimulation, well at least it wasn't going to be hard to stay erect in this get up. Each girl taking me by an arm, I was lead to the cabin, as we approached the door, I could hear voices from inside, giggles and laughter greeted me from out of sight as we entered the kitchen and much to my chagrin sitting in the living room was the Girl Scout Counselor and three of the girls from the camp in addition to Janet.

"Well there's our little Scout" Janet said loudly and all eyes turned towards me in my undersized uniform with a hard- on clearly sticking out the bottom. Immediately the entire room broke out in laughter and clapping. "Oh isn't she sweet! Just the cutest little Girl Scout I've ever seen! She must just love my dress, cause her little thing is all hard and sticking out." I just stood there trembling with my head down and tears welling up in my eyes from the humiliation.

"Enough girls, our little scout needs to apologize to her Counselor for lying last week," demanded Janet, "Isn't that right little scout, you didn't tell her about Missy and Susan, you made it sound like it was JUST you and me, DIDN'T You?"

"Yes Miss Janet, I…I was wrong," I managed to choke out.

"Then you better start offering that apology RIGHT NOW!" she ordered.

Not knowing exactly what was expected, I went over to the Counselor and got on my knees in front of her and with my hands clasp and head down, begged forgiveness for not telling her everything. She laughed through the whole thing holding her stomach and had tears running down her cheeks for laughing so hard, which made it even more embarrassing.

"What do you think Betty, was that good enough?" Janet questioned the Counselor.

"Well, I must say it was SINCERE, but Girl Scouts are not allowed to lie, it's a violation of the Girl Scout Oath, so she will have to be punished," Betty responded. "Over my lap boy!"

I quickly rose and with my whole body shaking placed myself across her lap as ordered. She grabbed me with one arm over my back and around my waist and positioned me so that my groin was sitting on top of her right thigh and my legs dangling off to her right side. Then flipped up what little skirt was covering my backside and without warning started spanking me HARD, I mean REALLY HARD. Each blow drove my stiff little dick into her leg and that hurt as much as the stinging strikes to my butt. I don't know how many times she hit me but by the time it was over, I was crying like and baby; pleas of 'that's enough' or 'I'll never do it again' went unheard. When she was finally done, she just shoved me off onto the floor where I landed on my sore butt with my dick pointed skywards. All throughout, all of the girls were cheering and clapping, laughing and telling her to 'really let me have it."

"On your feet!" Janet ordered, "Over in the corner, face the wall and hold that skirt up so everyone can see that sorry little red ass of yours!"

So there I stood, red faced, red assed, crying in the corner, in a room full of girls, at least four of whom were younger than I was, wearing an undersized Girl Scout uniform. After what seemed like forever, I was told to turn and face the group. Tears were still flowing down my face and my rear was still on fire from the spanking, and my cock had also gone soft.

"It's not hard," said little Susan, "I want it hard."

"You heard her," Janet commanded.

Without saying anything, I just reached down and started masturbating myself in front of the group, all of whom thought this was the funniest thing they had ever seen. That only made it that much more difficult to achieve an erection. Once I finally managed to get stiff again, I was told to go to the kitchen and serve the group ice tea and cookies setting on the counter.

I returned with a tray of drinks and was made to curtsey before each girl as I offered the tray. All of the younger ones took the opportunity to reach under my skirt and fondle my privates as well as feel the heat radiating from my burning butt. Needless to say, I had no trouble staying hard during this exercise. Throughout the morning and early afternoon, it was constant serving of the girls with drinks and snacks with the eleven and twelve year-olds constantly playing with my cock in particular but also exploring my little balls sack. Any time I was not serving, I had to kneel in the center of the room, legs spread, keeping myself hard for their amusement.

Later in the afternoon, Betty pointed out to Janet that she and the girls had to be back at the Camp by dinnertime. "Well I guess it's time for the show then." Janet responded.

"Ok Runt, it's time for you to show these girls what a pathetic little wimp you really are; stand over in front of that wood burning stove and jack-off for them. I want to see if that little pencil dick and puny balls are even capable of producing cum."

God how I really wanted to cum after being erect all day, but NOT in front of all of these girls! "Miss…Miss Janet, I…I can't do THAT…Not…Not in front of them…"

"Why you little shit!" Janet screamed as she leapt up and grabbing me by the hair, and threw me down on the floor, then commenced beating my still sore ass with her bare hand. I just screamed and cried and pleaded but to no avail, then she pulled me to my feet shoved me in front of the Franklin stove and drove her knee into my balls, causing me double over in pain. Grabbing my hair again she slapped my face several times and screamed at me that I would do it NOW or she would permanently make me a girl.

She then leaned me back against the cast iron stove and screamed "DO IT, DO IT NOW OR ILL'S CRUSH THOSE LITTLE BALLS SO THEY NEVER WORK AGAIN!!!"

Beaten and scared to death, I grabbed my dick and started pumping for all I was worth!

"That's better," Janet said in a more soothing voice, "use only two fingers and your thumb, that cock is so small your hand hides it otherwise. Hold that skirt out of the way with your left hand."

Quickly I shifted my grip to that demanded and with the thumb on top and two fingers on the underside pumped my dick as fast as I could.

Immediately all four of the younger girls clustered in front of me, clapping and cheering, "Go, Go, Go, Cum, Cum, Cum, Go, Go, Go…" Meanwhile the older girls just stood back laughing hard and loud as I furiously pumped away on my cock. It didn't take long until I was spraying cum from my little equipment and this brought even louder cheers from the young girls. Exhausted, I dropped to my knees and was pulled to the center of the room and placed on the floor with my head down and ass up, knees spread wide. All of the younger girls took the opportunity to feel my now soft cock and probe my balls, commenting on the difference between when I had been hard and now.

Two of them felt the heat from my butt and one of them got the idea to use an ice cube from her drink to rub over my rear. This elicited a moan from me and soon all four were rubbing my backside with ice. One trailed the cube down the crack and before I realized what she was doing was pressing in against my little rosebud. As she pressed the ice against my hole, it opened and the ice disappeared inside followed by her finger tip, that got another moan from me. Without any discussion, the other girls started pressing ice cubes and one after another was forced into my ass. The cold cubes inside pressing against my prostate caused an almost immediate erection which was cause for excitement that what they had done caused it to happen. More and more ice was shoved in and I was soon full and pleading with them to stop. All throughout the older girls were laughing so hard they were almost choking, seeing my predicament.

Seeing the wall clock, Betty suddenly said, "That's enough girls we have to go…" With seemingly great disappointment they gathered their things and thanked Janet, Missy and Susan for a great afternoon of fun. Unfortunately, they said, this was their last week at camp so they would miss any future fun. One said something about how this had given her some ideas as to how to deal with her 'snotty brother' and two other immediately offered her their help.

After they had gone, Janet made me stand, "Well Runt you did OK after your attitude was adjusted. Missy and I have dates tonight so Susan will take you back to the marina. Leave the dress in the tool shed; you may need it again. Susan, take him home…"

I could barely walk with my bowels full of now melting ice, it felt like I needed to take a massive shit as I changed into my trunks but the girls refused to let me use the bathroom. On the boat ride back Susan let me wear the trunks all of the way. But about half way to the marina, I could feel fluid leak with a small fart. By the time we got back to the dock, all that ice had acted like suppositories and I had thoroughly shit in my trunks.

Susan realized this as soon as the boat stopped and I started to get up. She could both smell it and see the big brown stain in the back of my trunks. All she said was, "Well Poopy Pants, maybe next time you should be wearing diapers…"

I left with my trunks drooping and tears flowing freely down my face…

Part 6 - Final

The rest of the summer was tame compared to those first two weeks. I was inspected daily with "panty checks" and spent most days off somewhere around the lake nude with a constant hard-on as I served the girls. Sometimes tied to a tree or other object and tickled with feathers. Usually sometime during the day I got a spanking. Always seeming to end up with me jacking off at the end.

One Wednesday I spent the day at Missy's parent's place, being supervised by Susan and her two younger 10 year-old twin sisters, basically being a live doll for them to play with. Wearing diapers and a horrid pink bonnet and being forced to drink bottle after bottle of water or juice until I peed in my diaper. Then the two 10 year-olds got to "change the baby". Janet and Missy had disappeared early that day and just left me to the younger girls.

The whole thing ended the week before Labor Day when Janet and Missy were caught in bed by Missy's parents. As I indicated in one of the first posts, Janet was gay and they were caught with Missy nude tied to the bed and Janet also nude eating her out. Needless to say the "Shit hit the fan!"

Janet was immediately sent off somewhere by her parents for "treatment." And Susan was sent home. I don't know what happened with Missy but she never came back to the marina that summer.

For a thirteen year-old boy, the events of that summer were devastating to say the least. I couldn't look a girl in the eyes for several years after that, even though no one knew what really had happened.

I could never tell anyone about it. It was just pure shame and humiliation of the rawest type to me. I had been repeatedly beaten, humiliated and shamed by girls and to a boy in the early 60's that was totally unheard of, because even if it did happen to others, no one would ever admit it.