Life Changes For Chase 2

By Flint

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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I finally realized Becky either couldn’t or wouldn’t bring me something to wear, so eventually, but reluctantly, I left my hiding spot and headed home-naked. I searched for some cover, but in this upscale neighborhood, there was nothing strewn about to collect. My bare feet padded quietly on the sidewalks, but the exposedaggregatesurface of some house’s sidewalks were uncomfortable. There were many street lights, but no one about. When I did see an occasional car, I could crouch low behind a brick mailbox to avoid discovery.

After about a half mile I reached the poorer neighborhood. The houses were much closer together, and I may could find some old box or something for cover, but since I had been fortunate at avoid discovery so far, I did not slow down.

Suddenly I turned a corner near a privacy fence on a corner-I had been careless and did not look around first, and bumped into, scattered, and fell down, right in the middle of 6 or so 8-10 year old girls, all dressed in pajamas and robes. They must have been sneaking about as part of a slumber party.

Well, they certainly shrieked at a naked boy suddenly lying on the ground there by them. I was able to quickly jump up and leave at lightning speed. I don’t know what they saw—I didn’t want to know what they saw.

I had no more interruptions until I was about 3 blocks from home. Now I feared what my mother would do. First I wanted to be sure she did not see me naked, next I feared punishment.

I heard car tires squeal, and headlights glowed across my naked bottom, and could see my shadow dancing in front of me. I knew I must have been spotted, so I triedto dodge about and find a place to hide. I crossed through a yard jumped ahedge or two, backtracked etc. I figured I had escaped, when suddenly from behind my arms were grabbed, and I heard a soft shout, “I got the pervert.”

I suspect the same car pulled up to the curb and I was hustled to the middle of the back seat. I probably should have yelled, but didn’t really want more people involved. My captors were just a bit older, perhaps a JV football team group. Being in a car naked with older boys wasn’t really bad-depending on what they planned.

It turns out one the boys had a sister in the slumber partygroup I bumped into. The girlshad told him I ‘flashed’ them. He had got his buddies together to punish the pervert. The boys in the car were yelling at me, and I just took it in, until I understood the issue. Then I started my explanation, certain it would satisfy them. Well it did not.

We pulled into a driveway to a side facing garage-the door was up and 6 frightened 8-10 year old years in pajamas and bathrobes were huddled inside. I was ushered out of the car, held by my elbows, but allowed to cup my genitals with my hands. I thought why display me to the girls if you are mad they saw me in the first place.

“Is this the pervert?”

“I think so, it all happened so fast”

“It must be, how many naked boys you think are out tonight”

“What do we do with him?”

I spoke nothing. Then one of them found a strap and said, “Spank the naked bottom until he admits he is a pervert”

Now I spoke, “I’m not a pervert, but I did bump into these girls, and I was—am—naked. I did not mean to. I want to go home.”

All they replied was laughter.

Someone found a saw horse, placed it in the middle of the barrage, and I was bent over it, my bottom high and exposed, and my arms and legs held down to the floor, my head almost on the floor. At least my genitals were not very visible.

I heard a swish, and then felt the hardest spank in my life-the breath went out of me. I was immediately screaming and crying. After just 4 spanks I admitted I was a pervert. I still got two more strikes after that.

One boy said-“I guess we might as well show them what the perv has.”

I was rolled over with now my boy parts exposed, my feet and arms still on the floor, almost; I did know I could be so bent.

The boys did not make comments, nor the girls, but I felt someone pull my penis around, and cup and bounce about my scrotum.

“OK, show’s over. Girls, keep thus a secret. Guys, dump the perv out where you found him.”

I was thrust into the car, and moments later tossed in a yard 3 blocks from home.

Now I had 3 blocks to go before facing mother---naked.

I wondered as I stood by the back door of my duplex, how many people saw my naked scramble home—besides the dozen kids who caught me and spanked me cruelly. I had looked for something in my small yard to cover with-garbage can lid or the like, but finally realized, unless I had on regular clothes, mother was going to see all of me soon enough. I covered with my hands and knocked, as at this hour the door was locked, and my key was in my pants pocket in Becky’s house in the washing machine.

When mother answered, she was first shocked, then scared, then mad. See pulled me in, and then looked outside to see if someone was with me or chasing me. When I told her some thugs stole my clothes, she wanted to call the police, but I begged her not to. She decided to wait until morning to decide, as long as I allowed to her check to see if I’d been molested (whatever that was). I had no idea just how much she needed to examine.

She asked about my bicycle. I had forgotten that one. I could only say I left it at Becky’s house since I forgot my key to the lock, and did not notice until I locked it up. That helped explain why I walked home and got robbed by thugs in the poorer neighborhood.

I tried to get her to let me get dressed first, but she refused, took me to her bedroom, put a clean sheet over the bedspread and made me lie down on it.

She searched me all over, my head, scalp, eyes, ears, mouth, nose cheeks and throat. Then she headed south looking at my arms and armpits, chest, back. She switched to my feet toes and legs.

Then things got serious. She gave special attention to my genitals. If she didn’t know my development level before, she sure did now. She saw more of me than I did—even making me spread my butt cheeks to look ---well, yuck.

Satisfied she made me take a shower then go to bed. Perhaps my ordeal was over.

Wrong.

(The End)