Naked Handcuffs Chapter 1
by Dare Fenwick

copyright 2006 by Dare Fenwick, all rights reserved
dare_fenwick@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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NAKED HANDCUFFS is not a bondage story. It merely refers to the subordination of boys in a female dominated society.


Chapter 1: Judge Mary Finlon

At age 62, Judge Mary Finlon had devoted much of her adult life to championing the Society of Ruling Women or the SRW. The SRW long felt that women were generally subordinate to men in marriage and other situations. A doctrine of the society was the firm belief that boys growing into puberty were simply too modest and that relaxing conventional dress codes would result in their abatement of aggressive behavior. As presiding judge over juvenile health and welfare, Mary Finlon gave wide spread approval for individual families to petition the court to allow their male children mandated nakedness in most public places including the county's schools. Rarely, the judge would also impose public humiliation and punishment to boys who broke the law.

Janet Foster was an attractive mother and housewife. She long held the belief that little boys were way too modest and that by exposing their youthful bodies to sunshine would make them predisposed to becoming better people. Gazing out into their backyard, Janet studied her 12 year old son, Tommy, blonde, blue-eyed and smaller than other boys his age.  As she drank her morning coffee, she turned to her husband and asked, "Kevin, don't you think boys like Tommy would soak up more vitamin D if they played naked?"

Kevin Foster lowered his newspaper to study the occupants of the backyard. There was Tommy in t-shirt, shorts, socks and sneakers and his nine year old twin sisters, Erika and Tammy, wearing matching bikinis. "What's wrong with what he has on?" quipped Kevin Foster noting the appropriateness for a summer's day.

"He's almost thirteen, Kevin, and I've noticed an increase in aggressiveness towards the girls," replied Janet. Besides he'd look super cute prancing around in the altogether.

"What ARE you talking about, Jan?" quizzed Kevin Foster, hardly raising his head from the financial page. His wife was far more progressive than he and worshipped the ideas and beliefs of the SRW. Furthermore she had heard of Judge Finlon and ascribed to her methods of mandatory nakedness and public spanking.

Just then blonde haired Erika burst thru the back door rubbing her eyes. "Tommy threw sand in my eyes," wailed the girl pointing to the culprit. Tammy, the identical image of her sister, followed and corroborated Erika's story.

"Tommy, get in here this very minute!" called Janet Foster, much perturbed at her husband's lack of interest. The twelve year old entered with accusations of his own, hoping to make himself the victim.

"Mom, that little shit called me a dick-head and broke my bike," complained the boy. Unfortunately his plan for reversing the tide of guilt failed miserably. Janet Foster was not swayed. She didn't even listen.

Erika cried, "no…no," and continued to rub sand from her tearful face.

"Tommy Foster you deserve a good spanking with the hairbrush." At the mention of the dreaded hairbrush, both girls' eyes twinkled from the possibility of seeing their older brother's little naked heiney over their father's knees being spanked. They jumped for joy and vocally urged their mom to do it, reminding her of the necessity to make Tommy's bottom bare.

"Quiet girls," said their mother. "Tommy, I'm willing to let you off if you'll take a different punishment for the rest of the day." The boy, quite willing to avoid a beating, looked eager to hear it. "No!" yelled the girls, insisting that only a spanking would pay for the crime. Little did the two girls know that the alternative was to be the most exciting event of their whole summer.

"Tommy," continued Janet Foster, "your father and I think that your aggressive nature is a result of wearing clothes. You simply have too many clothes on and we want you to take them off."

"Huh? not everything, no way in front of those two," bawled the boy fearing it might actually happen. "Dad, please, ya can't let 'em," pleaded the boy. Kevin Foster looked up, annoyed to be distracted from his newspaper. He told his son that a boy in his day had no problem with being nude and that fresh air and sunshine was the cure for adolescent male aggression. Janet smiled as Kevin made his case. All her words had not fallen on deaf ears and it appeared that Kevin genuinely embraced the teachings of the "Society for Ruling Women". Secretly, Tommy's dad had an ulterior motive for agreeing with his wife so emphatically. Earlier that month he and Tommy had showered together after a baseball game. Soaping each other put a smile on Kevin Foster's face as Tommy's innocent hands lathered his manhood. It wouldn't be unpleasant to observe his son's naked body on display for the day, in fact he rather enjoyed the idea.

"Tommy's gunna be naked… we'll see his weiner!" chanted the girls, all bright eyed over the sudden course of events. "Can we be here, to watch?" asked Tammy in her most ingenuous voice.

"Of course, you're part of this family aren't you?" Their mother now curled a smile herself as thoughts of Tommy's naked body filled her mind. Tommy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Somehow he wanted a spanking instead, two spankings if only to avoid what he dreaded was about to happen.

"Your dad and I agree, Thomas!" Janet Foster sounded way too official. The boy began to sweat. "Take off your clothes for the rest of the day, right now," ordered the lad's mom unsympathetically.

"Uh, uh…no," refused the boy.

In order to assert his authority as head of the house, Kevin Foster stood and grasped Tommy by the back of the neck while Janet unfastened his pants. Struggling, the boy was placed over Janet's knees face down with his hands on the floor. The next thing he felt were his underpants being pulled down his legs and a rush of cool air on his bare backside. Before the wide eyes of his twin sisters, Janet Foster raised her hand and brought it down sharply on her son's left buttock.

"Ouch!" sputtered the youth as the second spank landed, making his buttocks jiggle to the delight of the girls. They were so close that nothing really escaped their scrutiny. "Kevin, hand me your belt. Let's see if Tommy wants 30 or 40 with the strap," said Janet. Before Kevin could unbuckle, Tommy screamed "All right."

He surrendered. Tommy decided it might be better to strip than to be spanked raw and red. What the boy didn't realize at that moment was that he was sealing his fate. Every eye in the room was on Tommy as he stood and began removing his T shirt. His pants and underpants were already around his ankles. The girls leaned to look at Tommy from the front. What they saw was a small circumcised penis about 2 inches in length; beneath hung his mauve-colored ball sac. His genitals and the entire pubic region was curiously devoid of hair although blonde peach fuzz was just beginning to make it's appearance down his legs. Erika put her hand over her mouth, vainly attempting to suppress a giggle. Tammy just stared at her brother's delightful penis. The girls exchanged a quick look and then realized what a wonderful toy Tommy would make for their unbridled pleasure.

Tommy continued undressing. He toed his sneakers off and pulled the shorts and underwear off as one piece. "Can't I at least keep my socks on, mom?" asked the sad-faced youngster.
"Let's ask Erika. You threw the sand in her face," answered Janet knowing full well how cruel little girls could be. The adorable blonde shook her head. "No, he got to be all naked," said Erika. "And I want to spank him too because my eye hurts."

Kevin Foster's cock twitched in his trousers at the thought of seeing his naked son being spanked by his bikini-clad younger sister.

"NO, don't let that brat do it!" bawled Tommy with his hands covering himself. As if on cue, Tommy's mom and dad stepped over and pulled his hands away from his crotch. Then they told Erika to sit on the kitchen chair. Tommy was pulled forward until his knees touched his sister's bare thigh. Instantly he felt himself being lowered magically until his hips rested on Erika's pretty legs. His penis was the first to touch and then nestle between her thighs. With Kevin and Janet Foster each holding one of Tommy's ankles, the little 9 year old began to pepper the boy's bare butt with harsh loud slaps. "Oww, no. Tell her to stop!" protested the boy.

The spanking didn't stop until Erika's hand and arm were tired from swinging. Tommy instantly stood up to rub his beaten butt cheeks. Suddenly a new indignity was suggested. "Mom, can we play with Tommy?" asked Tammy. It dawned on Janet that the girls' natural curiosity would lead to hours of intimate touching and examination. "Why of course girls. Tommy's yours for the day, to play with anyway you wish," answered their delighted young mother. Tommy now felt more humiliated than ever. He was sure his cackling, evil sisters would pull and play with his boyish jewels until they were rubbed raw. Sobbing now he stood ready to be enslaved by the two conspiring twins.

"Tommy as part of your punishment for throwing sand, you are to obey the twins completely. Do you understand, young man?" asserted Janet sternly. The naked boy could only nod as the girls took his wrists and whisked him thru the door and into the yard. From the window Janet Foster glanced out to see Tommy seated on a lawn chair, with his knees wide apart and the twins taking turns to keep his young penis erect.

Across town in the municipal court building, Judge Mary Finlon held a hearing on two brothers who had stolen a bicycle and assaulted its owner. The miscreants were John Murphy aged 13 and his brother Toby aged 11. The judge, a staunch advocate of the SRW's doctrine on youth male aggression, took a dim view of the boys' pleas for mercy. It was customary in these cases to order public canings or strappings after a suitable strip-down. With the Murphy family seated in the court visitor's area, Mary Finlon sentenced the boys to a public spanking and six months of naked retribution, including at home, school and when using public transportation. She additionally ordered the sentence begin immediately with the removal of the boys' clothing. The brothers' older sister Catherine sat transfixed as she watched them being stripped bare naked by a burley court officer. The undressing took but a minute each as shoes, underwear and outer clothing were bagged and handed to the boys' mother. 16 year old Catherine felt her pulses quicken as she beheld the older of her brother's boyish ass and very well developed penis. Even Toby's hairless young genitals were equally appealing as her fascinated eyes made quick comparisons. Catherine pressed her thighs together beneath her summer dress as she watched her brothers being paraded before the gallery. The boys' walking brought movement to their limp little wieners and she stared unabashedly at the circumcised penises bobbing up and down above their matching rosy balls. The shame-faced boys were led off and held for the next corporal punishment event. The courtroom cleared slowly and Judge Finlon looked over her mail and upcoming court cases. Among them was a petition from Janet Foster requesting Tommy's permanent nakedness until his 18th birthday.

End chapter 1

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