Ghost Patrol
(Public nudity, spank, mast, oral, anal, humil, nc, multiple BGbg/BGbg)
By Nialos Leaning
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"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts supernatural beings punishing misbehaving preteen and young teen children of both sexes with public nudity, sexual humiliation and spanking. 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."
"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author doesn't advocate, condone nor personally engage in any such behavior."
"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material."
"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."
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This story is inspired by the late ThatStings' series
Spirited Intervention available on the
Reader Story Submissions page of my site
www.asstr.org/~nialos
This story uses some concepts from those stories, but also incorporates many elements not
found in ThatSting's stories. The characters, settings, situations and overall plot of
this story are all original and vastly different than those of Spirited Intervention.
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Ghost Patrol
By Nialos Leaning
"What we need is the Ghost Patrol!" blurted out ten year old David, startling everyone in the room.
"Yeah, the Ghost Patrol to make those bullies naked," giggled David's best friend, nine year old Josh.
"And spank their hineys super duper red hot," David joined his best friend in a giggle fit.
"And smash in Frankie's balls," added a now hysterically laughing David.
"Tony's too," said the now also wildly laughing Josh.
Both set of parents smiled at their giddily giggling sons. This was the first moment of joy shown by the two preteens in the past ten minutes. The past ten minutes since their two older brothers revealed that the two little boys were being badly bullied by Frankie and his gang of troublemaking thugs.
"Guys, there's no such thing as the Ghost Patrol," David's thirteen year old brother Michael reluctantly told the two preteens, unhappy at being the messenger prematurely ending the younger boys momentary happiness.
"That's not what the TV says," hotly countered Josh. "The Ghost Patrol really is real!"
"No, it's not," fourteen year old Tommy responded to his brother's assertion.
"Yes, it is," retorted Josh to his brother, "it has to be."
"Sorry, guys, Tommy's right," Michael defended his best friend. "The Ghost Patrol is just some story, like the Bogeyman, that adults have made up to get us to behave."
"Then why did the TV say that the Ghost Patrol was coming here?" David desperately attempted to keep his vision of spanked naked bullies alive.
"Probably to scare kids into behaving better," hazarded Tommy.
Again, both set of parents smiled, knowing the truth from recent community meetings. Silently, they agreed with their preteen sons.
"You're wrong," Josh vehemently shouted at the two young teens, "they're not pretend!"
"Yes, very much wrong," a childish voice again startled everyone in the room. Suddenly, a young boy and a young girl were standing in the middle of the room. The boy was wearing a white polo style shirt and matching white shorts ending at mid-thigh. The girl was wearing a white blouse and matching skirt that also ended mid-thigh. Over the left breast of each of their tops was sown a 3 inch by 3 inch square patch emblazoned with the stylized letters "GP" bordered on the left by a drawing of a paddle and on the right a drawing of a child's very red bare bottom. Their right sleeves bore a smaller version of the patch. The back of their tops displayed a larger "GP" logo above which in smaller text was written "Ghost Patrol." On either side of the "GP" photographic quality pictures depicted naked children and teens being punished and humiliated in various ways. There were two pictures to a side, several clearly showing young genitals. Similar to a slide show, every ten seconds the pictures would change.
"Who are you?" stammered the astonished Michael, not believing his eyes.
"Ghost Patrol at your service," replied the girl. "I'm Trish and my assistant is Richard."
"Glad to meet you," said Richard, Richie to all his ghost friends.
"Richie's ten years old, and I'm twelve," Trish informed the room. "That was our age when we became ghosts, so we stay that age."
"Let's talk about taking care of some bullies," suggested Richard, equally anxious to begin his first assignment and to avoid any discussion of the circumstances surrounding his unfortunate demise a mere five months ago.
"Yeah, let's," said the now broadly smiling Josh.
"You need to punish all of them really good," the equally smiling David added his opinion.
"Oh we will," Trish breezily replied, "but first we have some punishment to give out here."
"What do you mean?" asked the suddenly apprehensive David.
"We didn't do anything," Josh spoke up in defense of himself and his friend.
"Not you two," Trish smiled at the two preteens, "but these two," she said, pointing to Michael and Tommy. No sooner did she point than both young teens were stark naked.
"Hey," shouted Tommy, hands flying to cover his genitals, "give back our clothes."
"What did we do?" Michael asked as his hands quickly hid his own genitals.
"No covering up!" shouted Richard, "or things will be much worse, especially for your little dicks and balls. Little boys shouldn't be so modest." Both teens blushed at the derisive suggestion that their clearly developing genitals were 'little' and that they themselves were 'little boys.'
"Richie, take it easy on them," Trish instructed her younger cohort. "They're only in a little bit of trouble. But Richie's right, no covering up." Waving her hand at the two naked boys, both found their hands unwillingly and involuntarily going to their sides and their penises equally unwillingly and involuntarily rising to full erection. Suddenly, two hairbrushes floated in the air. Without warning, the brushes gave each red faced boy six solid smacks to their backsides.
"Anytime you cover up, those brushes will spank you until you uncover," Richard told the two teens. "Each time they have to spank will be harder than the previous time. Believe you me boys that you don't want to know just how hard they can spank."
Both boys stood blushing as everyone took in the sight of their naked bodies, especially their previously private parts now on full public display. Five months from being fourteen, Michael had only the beginning of a hard to see fine downy peach fuzz just starting to sprout over his penis. Below a thin erect penis that David guessed was a little less than an inch longer and only a little thicker than his own hung a small but very noticeable plump scrotum.
Four months past his fourteenth birthday, Tommy sported a small patch of pubic hair above his somewhat longer and thicker still erect penis. His scrotum was larger than Michael's and his testicles had dropped. It was clear to the adults that while both Tommy and Michael had considerable developing to do before their genitals were typical late teen size they were definitely beyond the little boy stage. Michael's mom, a pediatric nurse, estimated that on the Tanner Sexual Maturity Rating scale her son was genital late stage 2 or very early stage 3 and early pubic hair stage 2. She placed Tommy at being solidly within genital stage 3 and pubic hair stage 2.
"What did we do?" the blushing Michael again asked the question every live person in the room wanted answered.
"You teased your brothers about believing in the Ghost Patrol when they needed your support, not your ridicule," Trish gave the reason for the two teens' current state of nakedness.
"We were only telling them what we thought was true," Michael defended his actions.
"We didn't want them to have any false hopes," added Tommy.
"We know that even though like most big brothers you pick on them and tease them a lot, you really do care about them," said Trish. "And that you really want to help end their bullying; that's why you told your parents about it even though your brothers didn't want you to."
"Because you do care and want to help, your punishment of being naked ends when we leave," Richard gave the two young teens the good news.
"And we're not making you keep those dicks hard," Trish added her own good news, pointing to the two boys' erections. Instantly, both teens' penises went soft.
"Let's talk about how to deal with some bullies," Richard brought the discussion back around to the subject at hand.
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"I don't believe it," fourteen year old Frankie told his three cohorts, pointing across the crowded pool deck toward the approaching David and Josh, "the little twerps are coming right towards us."
"Why are they smiling?" asked Frankie's eleven year old brother Tony.
"Who cares why the little pricks are smiling?" responded Frankie's girlfriend, twelve year old Jacqueline, Jackie to her family and friends. "They won't be so happy once we make them show everyone their little pricks."
"That's a great idea, Jackie," thirteen year old Mitch complimented the only female member of their gang. "We should pants them right here, that'll wipe the similes off their faces soon enough."
"Darn right," affirmed Frankie to his fellow gang members.
"What about the adults," worried Tony, "won't we get in trouble?"
"We make it look like an accident when they're in the pool," Frankie began formulating a plan.
Before anyone could comment further, David and Josh reached the four bullies. Both preteens were wearing bathing trunks extending a little past mid-thigh. They had on identical tee shirts, gifts from Trish and Richarard, declaring "The Ghost Patrol is Really Real!" and displaying cartoon like drawings of bare bottomed kids being spanked.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" asked Jackie, pointing to the two preteens. "We love your tee shirts, only little dorks like you would believe that bullshit about there being a Ghost Patrol."
"The Ghost Patrol is really real!" asserted David, echoing the mantra on his shirt.
"And they're going to get you four really good," boldly stated Josh, showing uncharacteristic bravery in the presence of his four tormentors.
"Oh, I'm scared," Frankie sarcastically mocked his two intended victims. "Make believe ghosts are going to get me."
"They sure are," David reaffirmed Josh's earlier assertion.
"The only ones getting anyone are us when we pull down your bathing suits in front of everyone," Mitch revealed the gang's plans for the two preteens.
"How embarrassing will that be for you," inquired Jackie, "with both of your families here to see everything you have, little as that is?" Subtly, she nodded toward David and Josh's seemingly oblivious families. Families that in reality were anything but oblivious, both sets of parents and the now bathing suit clad Michael and Tommy silently smirking at what was about to befall the four very much unaware bullies.
"The only ones losing their bathing suits and being embarrassed are you four," piped up Richard's childish voice.
"Says who?" Frankie challenged the two newcomers that seemingly had appeared out of nowhere.
"Says us," responded Trish, "Ghost Patrol at your service."
"At David's and Josh's service, that is," clarified Richard.
"You said there was no Ghost Patrol," the suddenly shaking Tony challenged his brother's oft repeated assertion of the previous few weeks. Tony's trembling trepidation was made worse by the ever changing pictures he spotted on the back of Trish's and Richie's shirts. Leaving nothing to the imagination some showed in vivid detail him, his brother, Mitch and Jackie being punished in various very painful looking manners. Others, just as vividly detailed, featured the four of them engaging in very explicit sexual activities, some of which the eleven year old hadn't even known were possible. Tony was amazed that such images could be exhibited out in the open at the pool; he was pretty sure that what they were depicting was not only illegal to show in public and maybe even in private but was probably also illegal to do, especially to kids.
"There isn't a Ghost Patrol," the no longer so sure Frankie attempted to reassure his younger brother. "It has to be some kind of trick. I don't know how they're pulling it off, but I'm going to find out even if I have to pound all four of them to a pulp."
"No Ghost Patrol, huh?" taunted Trish. "Take a look around you." Looking around the pool, the four bullies desperately didn't want to believe what they were seeing but knowing deep down that it was real and happening. On the other side of the pool, a Ghost Patrol girl of about thirteen had two red faced ten year old boys standing on the deck edge facing the pool, bathing suits down at their ankles, their hairless erect dicks pointing skyward.
Not twenty feet from Frankie's gang, a nine year old Ghost Patrol boy was causing a paddle to repeatedly slam into the bare bottom of a wildly crying eleven year old girl.
At that moment, a naked fourteen year old boy accompanied by an eleven year old Ghost Patrol girl walked by Frankie's wide eyed gaping mouthed group. The boy was busily jerking off his fully erect dick, repeatedly loudly chanting through his sobs, "I'm a jerk off jerking off for you!" Each time he finished his "I'm a jerk off" phrase, a wicked looking flexible English school style cane savagely welted his bare bottom.
"From now on," Trish informed the astonished and stunned Frankie and gang, "that's the kind of thing that happens to kids who act like jerk offs, like you four."
"Starting now," declared Richard with a wave of his hand. Suddenly, Frankie, Mitch, Jackie and Tony found themselves standing naked in full sexual arousal.
To his chagrin, fourteen year old Tommy couldn't help noticing that the same age Frankie's privates were clearly larger than his own. Frankie's penis was longer and thicker, his scrotum plumper and hanging lower, his pubic hair fuller and more extensive. Michael was dismayed to note that the same age as him thirteen year old Mitch was much more developed than he, only slightly smaller than Frankie and with only a little less pubic hair. Michael's dismay was allayed somewhat by the sight of Tony's just beginning to develop genitals. The eleven year old didn't display any visible pubic hair above his still little boy sized penis nestled atop a small but beginning to grow round scrotum. Michael's mom pegged Tony as having just very recently begun Tanner genital stage 2, Mitch as being late genital and pubic hair stages 3, and Frankie very late stage 3 or possibly early stage 4.
The sight of the naked Jacqueline had both Tommy and Michael tenting their bathing suits. To the delight of the by now considerable number of onlookers, her exposure seemed to make Frankie's, Mitch's and Tony's Ghost Patrol induced boners even harder. The by anyone's standards pretty Jackie had a light smattering of just noticeable fine downy pubic hair fringing her genital lips; hair that did nothing to hide her pussy which at the moment sprouted a very noticeable erect clitoris. Her small round budding breasts were highlighted by her very aroused and stiff nipples. Michael and David's mom estimated Jackie was stage 2 for both breast and pubic hair development.
Before any of the hotly red faced naked gang members could react to their stripping, serious pain erupted upon their bare bottoms. A hairbrush repeatedly flew through the air, smacking Tony's tender vulnerable behind. A tawse commenced smashing into Jackie's bottom; a medium sized paddle started heating up Mitch's butt; and a senior grade school cane branded welt after welt onto Frankie's buttocks and thighs.
"You are to walk, not run, all the way around the pool," Trish instructed the gang of now bullied bullies. "Your spankings end when you get back here to this spot, not a second sooner."
"And," Richie added to the sentence, "like that boy that just went by us, you're to masturbate all the way while shouting 'I'm a jerk off bully' as loud as you can."
"No cumming, either," warned Trish, "unless you want much worse."
"Start walking and jerking, now!" Richie commanded the already crying foursome.
Despite their best efforts to remain standing in place and to keep their hands off their privates, the red faced foursome all too soon found themselves unwillingly walking around the pool masturbating while repeatedly shouting "I'm a jerk off bully!" At varied random intervals of every two to five steps the hairbrush, paddle and tawse smashed full force onto their respective assigned bare bottoms; just as randomly, for every four to eight steps he took the cane deeply cut into Frankie's already badly welted behind.
On their fearsome journey around the pool, the hapless four had to endure the taunts and jeers of many of the onlookers. Especially vocal in their derisive comments were their fellow middle school students and a group of elementary school kids the four had bullied and tormented in the past few months.
Relentlessly, the parade of masturbating no longer so brave bullies was spanked around the pool deck. Hard as they tried not to do so, before completing their circuit of shame, all four had reached powerful embarrassing orgasms, each more than once, perhaps aided by a little ghost magic. Frankie ejaculated twice, Mitch three times. Tony experienced four dry orgasms. An almost crimson faced Jackie had four shuddering orgasms of her own.
All too long for the bullies and too soon for David, Josh and the other spectators, the four eventually reached their original starting point, ending the savage spanking of their bottoms. Bottoms that were absolute messes; extremely hot and sore crimson tinged with black and blue bottoms exhibiting an array of welts, bruises, oozing cuts, and other very painful markings. All four were copiously and loudly crying, tears streaming down their very red faces. To their utter dismay and horror, assisted by some more ghostly tricks, all four sets of genitals, as well as Jackie's breasts, remained in a state of complete sexual arousal.
"We told you no cumming," admonished Trish, "so why did you?"
"We couldn't help it," stammered the still loudly sobbing Frankie.
"I tried not to," Mitch defended his efforts, "but for some reason I couldn't make my hand stop rubbing."
"That reason was us," Richard confirmed the four's suspicion.
"That's not fair!" wailed Jackie between her sobs.
"And your bullying was fair?" countered Trish; an inquiry to which Frankie and gang did not have a response.
"Now for your punishment for cumming," declared Trish. Immediately, Frankie and his cohorts were standing side by side, rigidly straight, legs spread wide, hands locked behind their backs. With their erect dicks and dangling balls so lewdly and prominently displayed, all three again red faced boys felt extremely vulnerable end exposed. As did Jackie with her erect clitoris and nipples being so clearly exhibited to the many smiling smirking onlookers.
"David," Richard told the mesmerized preteen, "I believe you wanted to smash some little things of Frankie's."
"And Josh, as I recall you wanted to do the same to Tony," Trish addressed the nine year old.
"Well," said Richard, "here's your chance. As soon as the words were out of the ghost boy's mouth both David and Josh were holding small thin two tailed leather straps.
"David," instructed Trish, "starting with Mitch on this end of the line, give each of them four hits on their privates, as hard as you can. When you're done, it'll be Josh's turn to do the same to them.
"No, you can't let them, they'll ruin our balls," screamed Frankie in absolute panic.
"Yes we can," Richard responded, "and no, they won't ruin your balls or other private parts."
"Even if they did ruin them for you," Trish added to the gang's misery, "no one cares besides you four. No one ever said bully boys deserve to have working dicks and balls or bully girls working pussies."
"Okay David, begin smashing," ghost boy Richie empowered the gleeful ten year old.
Without hesitation, the preteen brought his strap crashing down onto the glans of Mitch's erect penis, one tail catching a glancing blow to the young teen's scrotum. Immediately after impact, Mitch let out an ear shattering scream of banshee proportions. David's next blow landed full force on Mitch's balls, eliciting an even more pronounced more prolonged scream from the already wildly crying thirteen year old. Two more times with all his might David struck Mitch's privates; once on the shaft of his dick and a final devastating blow solidly to the balls. Mitch was in excruciating pain, desperate to curl up on the ground and to retch, neither of which he was able to do.
Having warmed up and found his technique with Mitch, David moved onto the next bully in line, Jackie. Heeding a whispered suggestion from Richie, he landed two of his blows on her small breasts, making sure to squarely contact her nipples. His other two blows were solidly applied to her still engorged and sexually sensitive pussy, both impacting her erect clitoris. Much like Mitch, when her ordeal was over she wanted nothing more than to lay in a fetal position while she heaved her guts up. Like Mitch, neither of which she could make her standing straight up body to do. It was painfully obvious to her that if the ghost children didn't want you to move an inch, you didn't move an inch.
David moved on to his next tormentor, his fellow preteen Tony. Four very painful genital blows later, Tony was screaming and howling just as loudly, if not more so, than his fellow two sufferers to his right. Just like those two, he too wanted to be on the ground emptying his stomach; a desire that like his two fellow sufferers he found impossible to fulfill.
Finally, David reached the gang's ringleader and his chief tormentor, Frankie. "This is going to be really fun," the preteen taunted the badly wanting to shake Frankie. "Your dickie and balls are going to hurt real badly, really, really badly." With that, using all the pent up anger he could muster, the ten year old viscously brought his strap crashing down onto the fourteen year old's balls. From Frankie's mouth the resultant distressful scream could clearly be heard a block away. For a second time, David's strap savagely pounded Frankie's balls, causing the teen to emit a heartfelt howling that was still continuing when the third strike severely stung the head of his erect penis. David's fourth blow, his hardest yet, again solidly on Frankie's balls, saw the fourteen year old's screeching reaching new heights previously unmatched by any of his bully minions during their punishments. He too, found it impossible to do what he so badly wanted, to curl up in a ball cradling his aching balls while violently vomiting.
As soon as David finished with Frankie, Josh took his turn. With equally similarly painful results reducing the former bullies to blubbering bawling babies incapable of frightening or threatening anyone.
Ecstatic at the effect they had on their four terroristic tormentors, David and Josh high fived each other. "That'll teach them," gloated the broadly smiling David.
"It sure will," agreed the equally gloating equally smiling Josh.
After the four no longer bullies had slightly calmed down, Trish ordered, "it's time you four go around the pool apologizing to all the kids here that you bullied."
To the red faced four's acute embarrassment, the entire time they made their apologetic circuit they were in an involuntary state of acute and painfully discomforting sexual arousal. The three boys' dicks were all firmly pointing skyward, the hardest and stiffest any of them could recall ever being. Similarly, Jackie's stiff nipples and clitoris were the most engorged, aroused, and prominent they've ever been.
When the four were almost done, Trish's voice boomed over the pool's public address speakers. "Your attention please, the Ghost Patrol invites everyone to the boys' dressing room where we'll be telling the kids we punished today how long their punishments will last and what those punishments will be. We'll be ready in five minutes; if interested, please proceed now in an orderly fashion to the locker room. Thank you."
Immediately, adults and children of both sexes started streaming into the male locker room. "Hey, you can't come in here!" exclaimed a twelve year old boy as he spotted the first five females to enter, two adult women accompanied by three girls aged fourteen, twelve and nine. His distress compounded by his current state of being bare, having removed his bathing suit preparatory to the nude shower his father was insisting he and his ten year old brother take before dressing in their street clothes.
"Yeah, get out," shouted his equally bare ten year old brother, "only boys and men are allowed here!" Neither he nor his older brother had willingly stripped; both preferred using a bathroom stall or at least changing under their towels. But their dad, emboldened by what he'd just witnessed at the pool and a strong believer in the "little boys shouldn't be so modest" philosophy being espoused by the Ghost Patrol, had refused to let them do either. Under threat of Ghost Patrol punishment, he had made both boys strip naked right there in the middle of the locker room where anyone could see them.
"Hush up, you two," demanded their father. "The Ghost Patrol invited them in, so they can be here if they want. Besides, after what's happened out there, you're not the first, nor will you be the last boys they see naked."
"But dad," the twelve year old whined, "we're not being punished; those other naked kids are."
"Another word out of either you about the ladies and girls seeing you, and you will be punished. So, be quiet now."
* * *
"We're ready to begin now," Trish informed the considerable crowd crowding the crowded locker room. Gathered at the front of the room were those kids who had been punished, still naked. The two ten year old boys, the eleven year old girl, the fourteen year old "I'm a jerk off" boy, and Frankie's gang of four.
"First, you eight need to show some respect," Richard informed the eight miserable naked miscreants. With a theatrical flourish, he waved his hand toward the misbehavers. Immediately, six dicks of varying sizes rose toward the ceiling in a stiff hardened full mast salute to the gawking smirking audience. On the two girls, two pairs of nipples stiffly poked forward while two aroused and clearly very erect clits emerged for all to see. Not for the first time that day, eight faces immediately went beet red as eight pair of hands on their own volition ascended to lock in place behind the heads of their respective owners.
"For your disrespect," Trish addressed the two still naked boys who had protested the female presence in the male locker room, "you two need to show some respect also." No sooner had she spoken then both their penises were fully erect and their hands behind their heads.
"I have half a mind," said their father, "to ask you to punish them. Not only today, but for the past few weeks they've been somewhat argumentative and disrespectful; I and their mom are tired of it."
"Well, we certainly can help you out there," said Trish. "I'll have a Patrol member check with you tomorrow to see if they've improved and if you want to proceed with punishment."
"Thank you," said the father to the horror of his two sons.
"In the meantime," said Richard, "as an immediate punishment until you decide tomorrow, you might want to keep them naked to remind them that things will be very much worse if they don't immediately shape up."
"That's an excellent idea," said the dad. "Just before everyone came in they argued with me about getting naked here in the locker room even though there was only one other man and his three sons in here. Little boys shouldn't be so modest."
"We agree with you there," agreed Richie on behalf of himself and his fellow Ghost Patrol teammates.
"You two runners," Trish turned her attention to the two ten year old boys who had been made to stand naked by the pool, "you are naked for the next five days."
"Maybe," said Richard, "that'll teach you to think twice about running around the pool, disrespecting lifeguards, and badmouthing Ghost Patrol members."
"You're both lucky we're not giving you any spankings or allowing people other than your parents to touch you while you're naked," Trish informed both unhappy boys.
"But," warmed Richie, "someone from the Patrol will be checking with your parents every day to see if you've been misbehaving and need any more punishments like spankings and additional naked time."
"As to you, little Miss Smarty Mouth," Trish addressed the eleven year old girl, "you're naked for the next fifteen days. Back talking and shouting at your mother, ignoring her instructions, wearing clothes and using makeup she told you not to, not doing chores, and sassing the Ghost Patrol are all unacceptable behaviors. All of that stops, starting here and now."
"During your punishment period," Richard added to the girl's misery, you'll be getting a spanking every three days whether you did anything wrong or not."
"And like these two," Trish pointed to the two ten year old boys, "we're going to check with your mother every day to see if you did anything to earn yourself additional spankings and possibly other types of punishments. Anytime you do will mean extra naked time."
"For the entire time you have to stay naked," Richie added to the girl's sentence, "anyone who wants to can at anytime and anyplace touch your body anywhere they want, for as long as they want. Since by your behavior you refused to show others any respect we don't see any reason why they should show you and your body any."
"Humiliation, embarrassment and pain are all equally important parts of the punishment protocol," Trish informed any in the audience who for whatever reason had not yet heard that news. It was a point that had been repeatedly made in the community meetings, on television and radio broadcasts, and in print and online news articles.
"Your turn, Jerk Off Boy," a gleeful Richard turned his attention to the fourteen year old boy. "For acting like a big jerk by constantly being mean to your younger brother and sister, regularly arguing with your parents about everything and anything they want you to do, hollering and shouting while banging doors and walls and throwing things when you don't get your way, and in general acting like a little shit, you are naked for the next thirty days."
"Like fucking hell I will be," the boy defiantly and unwisely shouted at Richie. "I'll get dressed whenever I feel like it; you fucking ghosts can't stop me."
"Start jerking, Jerk Off," Richie ordered the boy. As soon as the command was issued, the boy's hand went to his still hard dick and began vigorously masturbating. Try as he might, the boy found that, as before at the pool, he couldn't move his hand away or get it to stop rubbing; it was as if his hand had developed a will and mind of its own. At the same time he began involuntarily jerking off, a large dildo appeared behind his welted, bruised, sore, hot, and very red bottom. Lining squarely up with his asshole, the diabolical dildo suddenly rapidly lunged forward to penetrate the now loudly screaming teen. Immediately, the large diameter object commenced painfully reaming the hapless boy, repeatedly quickly thrusting up and down his increasingly sore hole. On every fifth downward stroke, a small strap smashed full force into his balls, considerably increasing the volume of his wailing banshee like cries.
"This punishment ends when this meeting ends," pronounced Richard.
"I don't know where he thinks he'll find any clothes," Trish commented to the audience, almost shouting to be heard over the teenager's loud sobbing and screaming. "During a child's naked time, all their clothing except shoes and socks disappears. As far as they're concerned, their clothing doesn't exist anymore. It will reappear in their closets and dressers and the like when their naked time ends."
"During naked time," Richard elaborated, "anything they use to try to cover up like towels or backpacks will also disappear."
"But," Trish continued the elaboration, "only temporarily. They'll immediate reappear where they next belong, such as a towel rack, laundry hamper, school locker, or the appropriate room at home."
"Before you so rudely interrupted me, Jerk Off Boy," Richie again focused on the fourteen year old boy, "I was telling you the rest of your punishment. You will be spanked every other day, place, time and audience decided by us. Like the others, everyday we'll check with your parents to see if your behavior deserves any extra spankings and other punishments. We'll also check with your brother and sister. Every extra spanking and punishment you earn will mean two more days of naked time."
"Everyday you're naked," Trish continued proclaiming the teen's fate, "you will two times a day in a public place where at least three people not in your family can see you, jerk off until you cum. Twice a day a Ghost Patrol member will appear to tell you how much time you have to start your next jerk off. That could be any time period from immediately on the spot to two hours."
"Don't jerk off within the allotted time or don't cum," Richard admonished the still jerking, still crying, still being spanked boy, "will mean a very hard spanking including on your dick and balls, a very painful asshole punishment, and two extra days of naked time."
"Finally," Trish finished pronouncing the boy's punishment, "just like Miss Smarty Mouth , while you're naked no matter where you are anyone can touch and fondle you anywhere on your body they wish, for as long as they wish. Not allowing or resisting that touching will mean more punishment and an extra day of naked time, each and every time it happens. "
"If anyone touching you happens to make you cum," Richard tactfully gave one and all permission to do so, "that's too bad and your problem. It's not an acceptable excuse for not cumming during your public jerk offs."
"And now, last, but not least, our bullies," Trish brought attention to Frankie and company.
"You four," declared Richard, "are naked for the next ninety days. Whether you're behaving or not, every day you're getting a spanking, including some smacks to your privates, which, of course, aren't private anymore."
"Because they, and your bodies are no longer private, just like Jerk Off Boy and Miss Smarty Mouth , anyone can anytime and anyplace touch your body anywhere and as long as they wish," Trish notified the flabbergasted four.
"Three times a day, you have to cum in public; you also three times a day have to make someone else being punished by us cum in public," Richie gleefully added severity to the already severe severity of the four's fate, to the delight of David and Josh and their two older brothers. "Each time, at least seven people not in your family have to see you cum and make someone else cum. Like Jerk Off Boy, for each of your public sex shows, we'll tell you where and when as well. We'll also tell you who you have to make cum."
"For each performance, we'll also tell you what you have to do to cum yourself and to cause the other person to cum," Trish added another detail. "That could be by masturbating, by sucking dick, licking pussy, asshole fucking, or some other way."
"Sometimes," Richie clarified a point Frankie was wondering about, seemingly as if the ghost boy could read the young teen's mind, "you'll be making yourself and the other person cum at the same show; sometimes they're be separate shows at separate places and times."
"For some of your sex shows," Trish addressed Tony's unasked question, "all four of you will be together; for others, you won't be." All four, especially Frankie and Jackie, were apprehensive about the constant reference to their public cumming sessions as being 'sex shows' as that implied much more than just a quick embarrassing wank, suck or fuck in front of just a few people.
"The bad news," Richie gave more bad news on top of the already bad news, "is that on any day in public you don't either yourself cum the three times or make others cum their three times will result in a very severe spanking, backside and front side, and three extra days added to your punishment."
"Also," Trish gave the second part of the penalty provisions, "each and every time you resist someone touching you, or refuse to let them, will mean a hard spanking and one extra day."
"Just like the others," Richard told the four now thoroughly bullied bullies, "we'll be checking with your families every day, as well as with David and Josh and their families. Any misbehavior by you reported by any of them, no matter how minor, will earn you additional punishment and days."
"But, there's good news, too," Trish gave the bullies a glimmer of hope. "For each day you don't earn extra punishment and days, we'll subtract two days from your punishment. Be on your best behavior all the time and always do everything your punishment rules require and you can be done in thirty days. Mess up enough times, and you could be in punishment for a very long time, much more than ninety days."
"I'll bet they end up well past ninety days," Michael commented to Tommy.
"I think you're right," Tommy replied, "no way will they be able to be good every day, they don't know how. And, there's no way they'll everyday make themselves cum in front of others. They'll refuse most days, I just know it."
"They may not like it, and it'll be very humiliating for them," interjected David and Michael's father, "but since they have to if they want their punishment to end, I think they will more often than not. My guess is that they get it down to sixty days or so."
"Six months," David added his guess, partly opinion, mostly wishful thinking.
"Nah, a whole year," Josh contributed his own hopeful fantasy wish.
"You four have a lot of sex shows to put on, starting today," Trish reminded Frankie and his three fellow bullies, brining David, Josh and their families' attention back to the four young bullies. "We might as well start right now, right here."
"Frankie and Mitch," you two lay down right here and begin sucking each other's dicks. No stopping until you've both cum in the other's mouth."
"Jackie and Tony," you lay down here. "Tony, you have to lick Jackie's pussy; Jackie you suck Tony's dick. Just like the other two, no stopping till both of you cum."
"But, but," Jackie sputtered a protest, "I don't think he can shoot yet, how can I tell if he's cum?"
"We're know when he cums," replied a smirking Richie, "just like we're know when you cum."
"Begin sucking dicks and licking pussy, now!" Trish loudly commanded the beginning of the foursome's performance of their second "sex show" of the day, their jerk off parade around the pool being the first.
* * *
So began the former bullies first day of many days of very public, very embarrassing, very humiliating, very painful punishments. Punishment that had the euphoric David and Josh literally happily jumping for joy as they watched the four defeated no longer bullies dejectedly debasing themselves in front of the many spectators gathered in the locker room.
A locker room filled with watching kids who no longer doubted that the Ghost Patrol was "really real." Kids who vowed never to do anything to warrant Ghost Patrol punishment; a vow that in the coming months not all were able to keep. Over the next few months, while never at anytime a majority, naked red bottomed kids, as often as not involuntarily in a state of arousal, became a common sight throughout the community. A common enough sight to cause a general improvement in children's overall behavior; but, children being children, not enough of an improvement to eliminate the need for the ongoing services of the Ghost Patrol.
"You better behave or the Ghost Patrol will get you" became a standard adult threat; a threat made all the more real as every parent, teacher, police officer and most other adults knew how to instantly summon a Patrol member to render immediate public red faced red bottomed naked justice.
The End