The Start of a Bad Series of Events

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 was 14 and in the spring of my 9^th grade year when an event happened that changed my life. I was a month from turning 15. In our junior high grades 7 through 9 were in the same building. A 7^th grader, Henry, had taken a shine to me for some reason. We were both in band and scouts together. I liked the attention, but was annoyed at the fact I enjoyed the attention, plus did not want classmates to notice such. Henry would wave at me in the hall and smile and say “Hi Steve”, whenever we crossed paths.

Henry was cute, a bit diminutive, but a well-built blond, popular with his classmates, both boys and girls.

I was a bashful lad, comfortable with my development, but never certain about it. I had been in gym class in 7^th and 8^th grades, but not in 9^th (9^th graders were exempt if in band.) From past years I knew I was about right, but not a ‘fast developer’.

That spring there was a scout campout well away from town, a 2 hour ride, which resulted in Henry tagging along with me and my class mate Charles, and his neighbor Ralph (an 8^th grader). There were scores more scouts there, as it as a multi troop event, but Henry stayed with my group constantly. I actually liked the attention, but tried not to show it.

Saturday night I was in my tent with Charles and Ralph, ready for bed. We were clad in just our white briefs talking and playing cards while sitting on our sleeping bags. We could not see each other well in just the flashlight glow. We had typical teenage conversation. Eventually, without mentioning it to each other, we lay back and were stroking ourselves with our underwear just pushed down a bit. Somehow Henry decided to join us, crawling in the tent door, he clad in just underwear and tennis shoes. We were interrupted, but continued our actions, joined by Henry, who lay beside me.

We were not observing each other, but if a glance occurred the underwear was moved up to block the view. I did use my light to shine on Henry’s groin area, but he would be covered by the time I could glance over. No one climaxed except Ralph, and when he announced we all stopped-I don’t recall why. We just decided to go on a walk. I think Ralph, Charles and I just had an unspoken desire to ‘get’ Henry.

So we put on our tennis shoes, without socks, and went on a walk out in the moonlight with nothing else on but briefs. We could only barely see each other-mainly just the glow of white briefs in the moonlight. It was late and no one else was out, that we could see, but we were concerned about being discovered.

We were a bit away from camp, when we suddenly Charles Ralph and I grabbed Henry and removed his briefs from him, and apparently one of his shoes too. It was dark, and the only way we knew he was now naked was the lack of the glow from his missing briefs.

Something happened, a sound I suspect, and we feared being discovered, and we all ran back to camp to our tents-Henry to his. Henry’s briefs and one shoe must have been left near the trail.

A powerful rainstorm hit that night, nearly flooding us out. In fact the next morning we could not find Henry’s shoe or underwear.

We dressed quickly Sunday morning as soon as we heard Henry’s tent mate shout, “Henry slept naked!” Henry was teased by the rest of the troop, but never told why he was naked.

After lunch we packed, but before we left Charles and I got in a scuffle—in a mud puddle-a large mud puddle. We both were covered in mud, head to toe. At one point Charles dragged me though the mud, and it piled under my shirt, into my pants and I could even feel in squishing against my privates within my briefs.

Ralph’s mother had plastic put in her car so we would not soil it—and we had a very silent ride home. Much of the mud had started drying on me by the time we got home.

My mother greeted the car at our driveway-I had no idea what to do. We had new carpet and I knew I could not go in the house, but was not expecting what occurred next.

Mother ordered me to the backyard-no big deal. She sent me to the picnictable in the middle of the yard, easily within view of each side yard, and 3 backyard neighbors. The fences were al chain-link-no privacy fences at that time.

The surprise of my life occurred when she said, “Take off those muddy clothes.” I was dumbfounded, and said, “Here?”

She said, “Yes-right where you are—everything”

I had figured I had to remove shoes and socks to get in the house, but figured I could get the rest off in the bathroom. I argued my case showing I could roll up the pants legs to keep them away from the carpet. Mother was unmoved and simply yelled to my sister to bring some buckets from the garage to us.

My sister!! She was just 12. Why did she have to get involved? I hated for her to see me in just a towel when I left the bathtub, those times I forgot to take my pajamas with me at bath time.

I nervously removed my shoes and socks. The mud made it hard to untie the shoes. I never went outside bare-chested, but sensed I was to be soon, so I managed to pull of me t-shirt. My chest was still caked with dried mud.

By now my mother had come over with a water hose and started to fill two buckets my sister had retrieved. She ordered my sister to go get an old towel. Mother said, “You can clean the shoes later, put you socks and shirt in one bucket, your pants in the other. I placed the items as directed, except the pants, which I refused to remove. One neighbor had by now came outside to inspect the commotion; she had been my 3^rd grade teacher. I think she saw my plight and discreetly went back into her home. The twin 4 year old girls next door had come out too, but their mother called them back inside. At least the side yards were clear; due to the foliage, I could not tell about the back fence neighbors, but knew they could be watching somehow.

I implored my mother to rinse me off and let me rush in the house with just wet jeans. She would not relent. So eventually, and only after many more pleas, I unfastened and then lowered my pants. Mud was caked on them inside as well as outside. They were actually hard to remove. I was now outside in my backyard in just my white (well not white now) briefs. I was certain mother would now let me in.

I was wrong. She ordered me to take off my briefs too. I was about to faint. She had not seen me naked in 6 or more years. My protests were loud and unequivocal-I would not relent. But she did not either, saying, “I’ve changed your diaper more than you can imagine. Do I need to call Ms. Bridges next door to help me?”

Eventually, using all my courage, I lowered my briefs – being careful to keep a free hand covering my boy parts.
The undies went in the bucket with my shirt and socks- the jeans in a bucket by itself. Mother then had me start rinsing the mud out of them while standing naked in the yard. I kept the buckets between me and mother-but then my sister came back with the towel. Happy to see the towel, I was panicked to see my sister-and yelled out in protest. I had no memory of her ever seeing me naked (actually we shared baths in younger years-but I had no memory of such).

Ignoring me, mother instead said, “No Sarah, that is my good towel. Here hold the hose and refill the buckets for your brother, he needs to change out the water. I’ll get the right towel”

So now the towel was lost with mother headed to the house, leaving me naked with my 2 year younger sister-whose eyes were wide and taking me in gleefully. I did my best to stay concealed, but from her squeals I knew I was busted.

Mother eventually came out, but not just with a towel, but also soap and shampoo. She also had brought the laundry basket, and made me and my sister and me wring out my clothes, giving my sister a full unfettered view of all of me.

Mother then handed me the soap and hosed me down with the cold water. I had to actually shower while she controlled the water. I was dirty, and needed to soap up well. By now I was immune to modesty, I was simply a boy view for all to enjoy. Mother even especially hosed off my privates-getting special knowledge of either how much or how little public hair I had. Worse yet, she then handed me the shampoo-causing me to use both hands exposing my armpits and genitals while I had to shampoo and rinse twice.

After that she gave me the towel, but drying off still allowed exposure. Wrapping the towel around me, I finally entered the house following mother, but bringing the laundry basket with me to the washing machine. I helped her load it, but was alarmed that she made me add the towel (which was pretty dirty). She sent me naked to the bath telling me to soak in hot water and not leave until she told me.

Soaking in the hot tub water, behind a closed door I finally felt my ordeal was over. I noticed while washing that even now I was still dirty. It felt good to get clean – in private.

My revere was interrupted when mother came in the bath and sat down on the edge of the tub. I was covered well with the dirty water, so I really didn’t mind, she had seen in the tub occasionally anyway. She took the shampoo and tenderly gave my hair a quick wash. The conversation was weird, and I was humiliated but sat silently, since to try to stop her could have been bad.

She explained she knew I was aware of the birds and bees, and was sorry she had not told me herself. My dad had died 3 years before. Being a single mom was difficult for her. She explained she knew I was going through puberty and had changed and that I needed privacy. She said she was sorry she let my sister help outside, and that was a mistake. She said that I was old enough not be seen naked by her, except ‘as needed’ and that today fit that. I was to expect privacy from now on.

When finished talking she told me to get out of the tub and she dried me off. I could tell this was a time for me not to protest. Why be bashful now? She dried my hair first then worked her way down. My genitals she barely brushed by with the towel but rubbed my legs down well. Telling me not to worry-she commented I was “properly equipped and developed”. Now I wanted to die!!

I then left the bathroom to my room naked as when I was born-and jumped onto my bed pulling the bedspread over me securely-and took a nap.

I thought my nightmare was over, but discovered otherwise an hour later when a girl from my class-who lived behind our house, texted me a photo she took of me – standing naked in my yard. The message also said-“If you want this to stay secret-we need to talk”. That is another story.

(The End)