Trick and Treat

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Trick and Treat (public nudity, spank, oral, anal, humil, nc, multiple MFmf/bgmf)

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Trick and Treat
By Nialos Leaning

"Mom, what's with our costumes?" inquired the just turned thirteen years old Jason, ripping apart his pirate shirt to expose his left ribcage. "I mean, why this sticky black material holding them together?"

"Yeah, even the underwear you gave us has it," piped in the pipsqueak of the four costumed children, Jason's nine year old superhero costumed cousin Freddie.

"Because, like almost everyone in town," replied Jason's mother, "as recommended by the town's rules for this year's trick and treating, we got them from a theatrical costume and makeup shop, the new one downtown."

"So?" interjected the always succinct and reticent Bailey, Jason's princess attired eleven year old sister.

"Stage costumes are designed that way for quick changes," explained the only non-costumed child in the room, Jason's fifteen year old sister Nadine.

"That doesn't explain the underwear," stated Freddie's fourteen year old brother Michael, dressed as a zombie.

"Makes getting out of costumes for naked scenes much easier," giggled Nadine, one of only a handful of select teens who knew all the details of the new rules, rules extending well pass Halloween. Sworn to secrecy, none of those teens would be out going door to door; they were all considered mature and responsible enough to host fright night parties for their peers; parties implementing the new rules. Rules that at school the previous April without going into details all children had been told would "change everything" about how they could be punished and disciplined.

"Kids don't get naked on stage," retorted Michael, who attended a performing arts magnet school.

"You just might find that changing," replied his mother, Bertha.

"Even at your schools," hinted Jason's mother, Matilda.

"You guys are up to something, I know you are, Aunt Matilda," replied Michael to the two women's comments. "Probably something about the new laws they told us about."

"Yeah, Aunt Bertha, what gives?" Jason asked of Michael's mother.

Before either mother could respond, Mr. Adams announced with a grin, "okay, time to get out there and go trick and treating. Everyone have their bags ready?"

"Yes, dad," replied Jason.

"Yes, daddy," answered Bailey.

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan," Michael and Freddie responded almost in unison.

"While you're out there, don't forget the rules require that at each house you must announce trick and treat and not trick or treat," Mr. Franklin reminded the costumed quartet.

"We will," Michael and Freddie acknowledged their father's reminder.

"We will also, Uncle Matt" Jason and Bailey affirmed their understanding.

"I still don't see why I have to go," declared Michael, somewhat irritated that with the rule change allowing anyone under eighteen still in school to go house to house his parents demanded that he accompany his little brother.

"Me neither," Jason joined his older cousin in protest at being made to go trick and treating despite now being a teenager beyond such childish things, "dad and Uncle Matt will be with Bailey and Freddie."

"Because us parents said so, or else," replied Jason's father, snapping a nasty looking belt against a sofa seat cushion; a nasty looking belt that for some reason just happened to be laying on an end table.

"Let's go," said Mr. Franklin, ushering the four costumed children toward the front door of the Adams family house on Maple Avenue.

"And don't forget," instructed Mr. Adams as the party of six reached the sidewalk , "No matter what, at each house you must do or allow whatever the people at that house say unless one of us adults overrule it as being too dangerous or outside the rules."

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"Holy shit, look at that," loudly proclaimed Michael as the group turned the corner, "those three kids are naked!" The three kids in question were a fourteen year old boy, a twelve year old girl, and an eleven year old boy. All three were crying very hard, displaying very red bare bottoms and equally as red faces.

"They've been spanked!" exclaimed Jason in disbelief at what he was seeing. A sinking feeling settled into his stomach as he had an inkling of an idea of what this year's trick and treating and their rigged costumes was all about. "I wonder if that's what happens when you're on a house's trick list." Of the seven houses they visited so far, in response to the kids' "trick and treat" and the fathers' "301" the four children had been told they weren't on that house's trick list so they would only get treats; treats that each household was generous in placing in the costumed characters goodie bags.

"Uh, oh," Michael seconded Jason's concerns, "I don’t like this at all."

"Why? It's not us that are out here naked and spanked," Freddie responded to his big brother's comment.

"Because I think we will be," Michael prophesized. "I bet that's what the trick part is. If our number is on that house's list, our trick costumes get ripped off and we get spanked fierce. Like I said at your house, probably something to do with the new laws that they told us would change everything without telling us how."

"Is that right, dad?" the slightly shaking Jason asked his father.

Smirking despite his best efforts, his father replied, "All four of you will have to find out for yourselves." Knowing that much more was involved than what the children had just witnessed, he couldn't help his smirk growing even bigger, as did Mr. Franklin's.

"I want to go back to Aunt Matilda's house" declared the now crying Freddie.

"I want to go home, too," the equally crying Bailey expressed her agreement with her younger cousin.

"That isn't going to happen," stated Mr. Franklin to his youngest son and niece, so let's get up to the next house." A house that both fathers knew just happened to have their "301" number on its trick list.

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As they made their way up the path to the front door of their house of doom, all four of the costumed children were startled to see walking toward them two very exposed embarrassed teenage boys with very visible erect and throbbing penises. Both teens were identically dressed in formal black shoes, black dress socks, black wrist cuffs, and black bowties. Their only other piece of clothing was a short black tuxedo jacket cut to end slightly above the waist with a single button that closed at mid-chest, leaving their nipples and navels exposed. From the bottom of the jacket to the top of their socks, they wore only two other items, items that were repeatedly causing them acute embarrassment and humiliation and ever increasing agony.

"Hey, Jackson," Jason greeted his one grade ahead fourteen year old schoolmate, "did your trick number come up here?"

"No, not yet," Jackson grimaced in reply as the sensations in his penis grew ever more intense thanks to the vibrating ring tightly gripping its base and his scrotum and the equally vibrating almost too big to take egg painfully jammed up his rectum. The only evidence of the egg being a short black cord that dangled from his anus. "Mom made us dress this way."

"Why?" asked the giggling wide eyed Bailey.

"Because," responded Jackson's equally distressed sixteen year old brother Harrison, "it's her idea of our costumes for some party we're supposed to be waiters for."

"At your house," Jackson informed Jason just before loudly announcing "I'm cumming!" as four solid spurts of white ejaculate erupted from his penis, his third orgasm of the evening.

Jason's heart sunk at the sight of Jackson's orgasm and his pronouncement of the party location. Both he and Michael were expected to help out at his sister's party, would their parents make them dress the same as the two Levinson boys? Adding to his discomfort was the knowledge that both Jackson and Harrison were much more developed between the legs than he was, both being well into puberty. By contrast, Jason knew he still had a long way to go; no pubic hair yet, his scrotum and yet to drop balls a noticeable but still somewhat small plump size, by his measurements his still thin erection was only slightly longer than last Halloween when his balls were still little boy pre-pubertal sized.

"And you agreed to wearing this get up?" inquired Michael, awestruck by the sight of his publicly cumming age mate.

"Of course we didn't," the somewhat recovering Jackson hotly retorted, "we told mom absolutely no way."

"But when we kept refusing to change," Harrison picked up the explanation, "she called the cops."

"So, what can they do? As far as I know it's not against the law to disobey your parents," the still stunned Bailey joined the conversation.

"They told us," Jackson responded, "that with the new punishment laws taking effect today we had two choices, either do everything mom told us or they would make us, including putting us in our costumes."

"And if they did that," Harrison finished the explanation, "we would have to explain to a juvenile court hearing officer why we didn't obey mom and why we shouldn't be declared as being what the law calls being beyond parental disciplinary control."

"Which declaration," interjected Mrs. Levinson, "could subject them to consequences much more painful, embarrassing and humiliating than anything that they've undergone so far tonight. Tonight is simply punishment for their bad behavior toward me and their school the last few months."

"What?" stammered Jason, "You can't punish kids this way; it's against the law."

"We'll be discussing that when we get back to our house on Maple Avenue," Mr. Adams informed his eldest son. "Now, we have a door to get to; Mrs. Levinson, Harrison, Jackson, see you later at the party."

"Sure will," jovially agreed Mrs. Levinson, "and most certainly all of these two, in all their glory."

"I'm cumming," Harrison very loudly screamed out as his mother finished her jest; his third orgasm of his yet to get more horrid evening, firing off five solid spurts even more impressive and stronger than his younger brother's earlier orgasm.

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"Trick and Treat," the four children said in unison to the woman, man and child who answered the door.

"301," the two fathers immediately announced after their children's announcement.

"Ah ha, we've been expecting 301, you're on our trick list," proclaimed the man.

"So, let's get our trick going," said the woman. "Steven, if you would please," she continued, pointing to her thirteen year old son, one of Jason's classmates. A classmate whose costume consisted of bunny ears, bunny feet shaped slippers and a bunny tail stuck on just above the top of his bottom crack. A classmate sporting a red bottom, a red scrotum, and a red erect penis. Much to his chagrin, Jason couldn't help but notice that the two month older Steven's yet to drop plump scrotum was decidedly larger than his own, his slightly thicker but still thin penis somewhat, but not much, longer than his own by perhaps a half inch, and that his classmate had a thin light smattering of pubic hair beginning to spread above his genitals.

Steven walked to a nearby table, returning holding four small bags bulging with treats.

"Okay, for the first part of this trick, let's get you four ready for your spankings," said the man.

"Agreed," agreed the two fathers of the four soon to be chastised children.

Pointing to Michael, the main asked Jason's father, "Sir, would please undress this one?

"Gladly," Mr. Adams sealed his eldest nephew's public revealing.

"And you sir, this one," the man asked Mr. Franklin to strip Jason.

"My pleasure, sir," replied Jason's Uncle Matt.

"Betsy, please take care of our little superhero, and Steven, you have the princess," the man finished his instructions.

Soon enough, but much too soon for the four children's liking, the no longer costumed red faced quartet stood naked on the front porch exposed to all and anyone who cared to look. Instinctually, the hands of all four of the children flew down to cover up their no longer private parts.

"No covering up when naked for a trick," shouted Mr. Franklin.

"Or for punishment," Mr. Adams ominously hinted at one of the ways everything was changing.

As soon as the four removed their hands, but once again much too soon for their liking, their spankings commenced, fierce and intense from the first stroke to the last stroke. Spankings that had them bent over the porch railing, legs spread wide apart. Spankings delivered with five tailed tawses; a tail or two occasionally striking exposed anuses and genitals. Spankings that quickly had all four howling, wailing and screaming, tears and snot freely and copiously flowing. Spankings that upon ending left the four cousins showing their audience very sore, very hot, and very red bare bottoms and as equally sore, hot and red genitals.

"Let that be a lesson to you to behave in the future," Mr. Adams informed Michael as he finished spanking his oldest nephew.

"And to you, also," Mr. Franklin told Jason as he finished his thirteen year old nephew's public spanking.

"That goes for you, too" the woman instructed Freddie as she finished tearing up his little bare behind.

"And you," added the man to Bailey as he delivered the last stroke to her much too painful bare bottom.

Much to the amusement of the kids, some naked, some not, and their parents who had gathered in front of the porch for their turn at trick and treating at the house that had been the doom of the no longer costumed four, it took the red bottomed foursome some minutes to somewhat calm down. Very long minutes during which they energetically engaged in a group dance of the spanked, furiously rubbing burning throbbing bottoms, genitals wildly lewdly bouncing and thrusting about.

Once they've regained some semblance of composure, all four still crying and sobbing, the man announced, "okay, now for Steven's turn."

To their delight, somewhat tempered by the searing pain in their still bare behinds and genitals, the cousins were each invited to use a tawse to deliver four blistering strokes to Steven's already well punished bottom as well as with a thin strap a full force blow to his genitals.

Once sentence had been carried out, Steven gave the assembled audience a spectacular spanking dance performance as energetic and spirited as that his four punishers had just given.

Before his contingent left the porch after finally receiving their treats to go with their tricks, Michael asked, "Why is Steven being punished anyway?"

"Because," replied the woman, "he refused to go door to door tonight wearing the cute bunny outfit we had picked out for him."

"So, we told him," picked up the man, "that instead of going out trick and treating tonight, he would stay home and help us. But there was a price to be paid."

"That price being," the woman continued the tale of Steven's bare tail, "that he would be given a bare bottom spanking, would have to take a new punishment pill designed to keep him erect, and would need to stay naked except for the parts of his costume he now has on."

"Additionally," additionally added the man, "any child on our trick list or subject to after trick list tricks would get to spank him."

"What does after trick list tricks list mean?" asked a not liking what he was hearing Jason.

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It didn't take Jason, his sister, and his two cousins long to find out what "after trick list tricks" meant.

At the first house the naked children went to they were greeted by an older teenage boy and girl dressed as a wizard and a witch. Like Nadine, this brother and sister knew the details of the new rules and were hosting their own peer party later in the evening.

"Trick and treat," loudly pronounced the four nude ones, their costumes safely secured in a bag carried by Mr. Adams. Loudly, as they were acutely aware of the extremely vulnerable state of their exposed bottoms and genitals; an awareness acutely aided by the occasional bottom slap or genital fondle delivered by the two fathers as they reminded the children to loudly and clearly declare their "trick and treat."

"But, of course," said the witch as in quick succession she quickly painfully squeezed all three boy scrotums; squeezes that had all three boys doubling over in pain, clutching aching testicles, and howling in agony.

"No covering up, stand back up," barked Mr. Franklin at the three, who very reluctantly complied.

At the same time the witch was playing her trick on the boys, the wizard roughly rubbed and squeezed Bailey's exposed still hairless vulva with one hand while the other hand painfully pinched her nipples atop her just beginning to bud breasts.

In all four of their minds, the treats they received from the witch and wizard weren't worth the pain and distress they suffered at the hands of the two teens.

House after house, the nightmare grew ever more horrible, ever more embarrassing, ever more painful, ever more humiliating. At some houses, they were given additional spankings, mostly on their still aching bottoms but at two houses exclusively to their defenseless and very sore genitals. At other houses, they had to endure more genital and nipple fondling and squeezing. At some houses, they had to let the occupants or other trick and treating children play with their genitals until visibly sexually aroused as evidenced by erect penises for the boys and for Bailey an erect clitoris and hard pointing nipples.

But the two last houses they visited were worse than any other. At the first, they had to stand on the sidewalk and masturbate until reaching orgasm which had to be loudly announced with "I'm cumming!" Freddie, as expected for a prepubescent yet to start puberty preteen, quickly had a very strong noticeable noisy dry climax. Bailey was the next to reach orgasm, closely followed by Jason with four watery almost clear drops that barely managed to propel beyond the tip of his penis. The very embarrassed Michael, very much aware that his genitals were larger than Jason's and with dropped balls but smaller than Jackson and with less pubic hair, was the last to come, with three strong spurts of a slightly thin somewhat white ejaculate.

On Jason's block, at the last house on the right, they again had to achieve orgasm. Orgasms achieved by Michael and Jason performing fellatio on each other in classic sixty nine position while Freddie and Bailey orally serviced each other's genitals, also in a sixty-nine. Having just reached orgasms less than ten minutes prior at the previous house, it took the two older boys seven very embarrassing, humiliating and painful to their sore penises minutes to achieve their second public orgasms of the evening. Bailey and Freddie achieved the same results in just less than three minutes.

As they made their way back to the Adams' house on Maple Avenue, all four trick and treating cousins, still sniffing and with the occasional tear rolling down their faces, sported very sore, hotly burning, almost crimson bare bottoms decorated with a few blisters here and there and occasional blue and yellow bruises. Their previously private, now public, parts were in almost as sorry shape; sore, red, and marked with several welts and for the older two boys, a small bruise on the penis shaft and two blisters each on the glans.

All four were glad to step through the front door and away from their nightmare out on the streets; a joy that was short lived at the sight that greeted them.

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Entering the Adams family household, the four thoroughly embarrassed, thoroughly humiliated, thoroughly sore bottomed, thoroughly red faced children with aching genitals immediately encountered Jackson and Harrison, each carrying a tray of drinks towards the recreation room stairs. If anything, the two teens' now public privates were even redder than when the four last saw the two. As the two turned toward the stairs, it was obvious that their bottoms were also much worse than previously, with highly visible bruises and blisters as well as a few crimson areas. Despite all the two teen brothers had been through, their penises continued to stand not so proudly erect.

"Jeez, I hope we don't end up looking like those two," said Jason.

"Our butts are in bad enough shape as it is," replied Michael.

"Yeah," agreed Jason, "from what I see of you three, they're not looking much better than those two."

"Well," responded Michael, "I don't want to make mine any worse."

"That's entirely up to you and how you behave tonight and in the future," replied his father.

"The state the Levinson boys are in," elaborated Jason's father, "is usually reserved for very serious misbehavior much worse than anything we know any of you have done."

"But for reasons we'll explain later," said Mrs. Adams as she emerged from the kitchen, "that restriction doesn't apply tonight."

Immediately behind Jason's mother, a thirteen year old girl entered from the kitchen carrying a tray of crackers, cheese cubes and dips. A thirteen year old girl Jason recognized as being in several of his classes at school. A for all practical purposes naked thirteen year old girl attired identically to the Levinson boys except for the anal egg and genital stimulator. Her jacket was cut in such a way to ensure that all of her pert developing breasts were exposed to view. Between her legs a neat small trim patch of pubic hair sat above her vulva; a vulva lightly covered with pubic hair that somewhat obscured but did not completely hide her lips and genital crack.

As she made her way to the recreation room stairs, all four cousins could see that her bottom was unblemished by any discoloration or marks. "Hey, how come she's naked but not spanked?" asked the always inquisitive Freddie.

"Because she hasn't done anything in a while to deserve a spanking," replied the girl's father, having come upstairs to see what was taking his daughter so long.

"But, she's naked," Bailey observed the obvious.

"That's to remind her of what's in store for her if she does act up in the future," simply stated the father.

At that moment, a completely naked preteen brother and sister duo from up the street made their own reluctant grand entrance from the kitchen. The eleven year old boy carrying a tray of finger sandwiches, the nine year old girl a tray of cookies and small pastries. Their red bottoms clear evidence that each had been soundly spanked at least once already tonight. The completely devoid of pubic hair boy's small penis being kept erect by the small child sized vibrating ring encasing his genitals. The girl's highly visible erect clitoris constantly being stimulated by a small buzzing thin flat device positioned at the very top of her vulva, secured in place by a waist strap. As the duo approached, both stopped in place, visibly shaking and convulsing, doing all they could to hold onto their trays as they in unison announced to the room, "I'm cumming!"

After the duo regained their wits and control of their bodies, Jason's dad announced, "Okay Michael and Jason, time to get you into your waiter outfits."

"Exactly like the Levinson boys," proclaimed Mrs. Franklin, who had entered the living room just before the climaxing duo's orgasms.

"Complete with ring and egg," Mr. Franklin confirmed the teen cousins nightmare was about to become much worse.

"And for you three boys a dose of the punishment pill to keep you erect and horny all night," added Mrs. Franklin for good measure.

"Bailey also gets a dose," Mrs. Adams included her daughter. "That'll keep her clitoris and nipples hard and erect and like the boys, also keep her horny."

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Downstairs in the large recreation room, the four cousins discovered that not only were things worse, they were much worse, a true nightmare on Maple Avenue. In the room were nine adults, including the cousins' parents. There was the dressed Nadine being assisted by a dressed fourteen year old boy and a dressed fifteen year old girl. Most alarming to the four were the other kids in the room, eight boys ages ten to seventeen and five girls ages nine to sixteen. All thirteen were furiously masturbating, being encouraged by vigorous paddle spanks to their already almost scarlet bare bottoms whenever Nadine, her two assistants or one of the adults decided a child wasn't trying hard enough to reach orgasm.

"Harder, faster, you brat!" Nadine viciously snapped her paddle into the bottom of a fifteen year old boy, a boy who at Nadine's school was a notorious bully.

"That goes for you too, sis," the dressed fourteen year old boy gleefully smashed his paddle into his sixteen year old sister's already blustered bruised bare bottom.

"You four," Mrs. Adams instructed the just entered cousins, "join in."

Just as she finished her "join in" instruction, she soundly smacked Jason's throbbing bottom with her own paddle.

"Ouch! That really hurt, mom," exclaimed the once again sobbing Jason, tears once again flowing.

"Good, it's supposed to hurt," responded his mother. "Not start jerking off. And, no stopping until everyone in the room including you has cum."

"That goes for you, too," Mrs. Franklin's paddle painfully pounded Michael's savaged bottom three times.

"And you," Mr. Adams gave Bailey a single hard taste of his paddle.

"Also you," Mr. Franklin's paddle severely impacted Freddie's almost mincemeat red behind.

"Now, everyone please remember," Nadine reminded the seventeen red faced masturbating youngsters, "everyone has to keep jacking off until everyone of you has cum at least once. We'll tell you when that happens and you can stop."

"Also remember," added the almost giggling dressed fifteen year old girl, "that each time you cum you must announce 'I'm cumming' as loud as you can."

Before long, shouts of "I'm cumming!" began echoing throughout the room. When the last to reach orgasm, a very embarrassed seventeen year old boy, proclaimed his cum Nadine shouted "Everyone stop." All seventeen naked kids had embarrassingly publicly climaxed at least once, some including all the preteens and several younger teens multiple times ranging from two times to Freddie's five times.

*

"Okay, now that our little circle jerk is over, anyone who is naked is to take a seat on these chairs," Nadine indicated the chairs that the adults were carrying to the center of the room. Seventeen chairs for seventeen naked children. Chairs with small raised somewhat pointed protrusions on the seat that looked to be painful to already well spanked bare bottoms. Each chair had sticking up from the seat center a hard looking prong with numerous small bumps. Prongs that were of varying lengths and thicknesses, clearly intended to hurt any orifice they penetrated.

When the chairs were in place Nadine continued her instructions, "Find the chair with your name on it. You have one minute to be fully seated, with the prong completely up your butthole, starting now."

"Anyone not all the way on the chair when time's up," announced the dressed fourteen year old boy to the trying to sit moaning and in some cases sobbing and screaming naked teens and preteens, "will receive a full spanking, additional naked days over what your parents have already assigned, if any, and will have their prong replaced with a bigger thicker one for another try at sitting."

"Each time you fail to sit in one minute," elaborated the dressed fifteen year old girl, "it's another spanking and a bigger prong, so do your best no matter how much it hurts."

Most of the kids were able to fight through their anguish to be fully impaled on their prongs within the allotted time. The eleven year old boy from up the street, screaming all the way, took two excruciatingly painful tries to achieve compliance as did the thirteen year old girl the cousins had first encountered upstairs when they'd returned from trick and treating. The fifteen year old no longer so tough boy bully from Nadine's school took three attempts accompanied by much screaming and sobbing to complete his assigned task of fully impaling himself upon the, as promised, very painful prong.

"Those things up your butt," Mrs. Franklin informed the seated youngsters, all the boys erect, most of the girls visibly aroused, "are what's known as punishment dildos. They are designed not only to hurt going in but to continue to hurt the entire time they're in you."

"Forget those stories some of you might have read on the Internet on sites that at your age you shouldn't be going to," Mr. Franklin joined his wife in the discussion, "these devices don't stop hurting and begin to feel pleasurable. Not only do they hurt almost as much as when they went in, after some they might even hurt more."

"Even when they come out," Mrs. Adams added her knowledge, "your buttholes will continue to hurt for up to a day later, or even longer."

"Act like an asshole, have an aching asshole," Nadine jovially joked, eliciting laughter from her two assistants and the adults and silence other than occasional sobs from the naked seventeen. "And now, here are my dad and Uncle Matt to explain everything to you."

*

"Jason, Michael," Mr. Adams addressed his eldest son and nephew, "as you two guessed while trick and treating this has everything to do with the new laws they told you about in school last spring. Today is the first day of those laws and everything changes. Today is designed to introduce you to all the kinds of punishment you can now be subjected to for misbehavior, disobedience, defiance, rule breaking and illegal activities."

"Yeah, well," exclaimed a fourteen year old girl, "it would have been nice if they'd told us in advance what the new punishments were."

"They did," responded the dressed fourteen year old boy to his naked classmate, "I saw it on the news one night and on the Internet. But no one I told would believe me; guess they believe now."

"That's right," said Mr. Franklin, "the information has been out there for anyone who cared to look, on the TV news, on the Internet, in newspapers."

"Just goes to show why keeping up with current affairs is so important," added the dressed fifteen year old girl.

"What it boils down to," Mr. Adams continued explaining "is that as of today parents, schools and anyone with authority over you have taken complete control over your lives."

"It's a concept that's becoming ever more popular throughout the country and elsewhere," Mr. Franklin expanded upon the explanation. "Popular, because the evidence overwhelmingly shows that this approach works very well in increasing the proper behavior that society and your families expect of its young people."

"For you," Mr. Adams took back over, "it means you do what your told, when you're told. Your parents, schools, other caregivers get to decide what privileges you do and don't have. Privileges must be earned by showing responsibility and can be taken away for lapses in responsibility or for punishment reasons."

"What sort of privileges, dad," Jason asked his father.

"The most obvious is clothing," Mr. Adams responded to his son and the room. "That includes how much freedom you have in deciding what to buy, what to wear and when during the day you have the freedom, if any, to wear clothes. Part of that means that if a parent wants you naked at home certain times of the day, for example from getting ready for bed until told you can get dressed the next day, you're naked no matter who is present. If your school in appropriate situations such as gym, swim, health, art or sex education classes wants you naked, you're naked for those classes."

"What if they want us naked all the time?" asked Michael.

"Unless being punished," his father picked up the explanation for his son, "you can only be made to be naked at home and other private places such as a friend's house and at school, for some classes and activities. For at home, non-punishment nudity time must be less than dressed time, not counting time sleeping but counting time outside your house other than school. And at school, no more than two classes a day. That's because except when being punished, we don't want nudity to be the norm."

"Another example is whether you get to decide for yourself when and where in private you masturbate or your parents decide when, where and in front of whom you can masturbate as well if you must ask permission first," Mr. Adams elaborated on privileges. "Other than when being punished, this masturbation must be in private place such as your house although you can be required to so in front of an audience."

"Other examples," Mr. Franklin again tag teamed with his brother, "include whether you or someone else bathes you; when you're allowed to wear clothes who puts them on you; if you can keep your bedroom door, or for that matter, bathroom door closed or not, or if you're even allowed a door at all. You get the idea, I'm sure."

"As with everything else involved in the taking control program," Mr. Adams informed the assembled crowd, "there are guidelines for deciding what privileges are allowed or not allowed, again based on your level of responsible behavior and compliance."

"This sucks!" loudly interrupted the fifteen year old boy bully.

"As you will every naked person in this room if you dare to so rudely again disrupt the discussion," Mr. Adams calmly replied. "As to punishment for not complying with control or for misbehavior of any kind, that's based on the Humiliation, Embarrassment and Pain model that's been specifically designed for use with the taking control methodology. As you've learned tonight, that involves being naked in public, being spanked in front of others, and performing certain sexual actions before an audience of onlookers."

"Not every behavior," clarified Mr. Franklin, "will result in all three punishments. That depends on the seriousness of the offense. However, all punishments include naked time; how long depends on the seriousness of the behavior, there are published guidelines we're expected to follow."

"That nudity time," Mr. Adams took up from Mr. Franklin, "again depending on seriousness, may or may not include your no longer private parts being public property. Public property means that anyone can fondle and play with your parts, even to the point of making you cum. Speaking of cumming, anytime you're under punishment or if your parents made it rule even when not being punished, anytime you cum, just like you did tonight, you must loudly and clearly announce "I'm cumming." This is true, even if you're masturbating alone in private, such as your bedroom with the door closed, if those privileges are allowed you by your parents."

"Spankings," Mr. Franklin took over for Mr. Adams, "also depend on the seriousness of the misbehavior. The more serious, the harder and longer the spanking; seriousness also determines if you receive any genital spanks. But be warned, any behavior that involves disrespect, defiance, bullying or breaking the law automatically includes a full spanking of your private, or should I say public parts. Based on seriousness, you'll receive between eight and fourteen spanks. Again, there are published guidelines."

"Sex acts, like the other punishments," Mr. Adams covered the final point, "also depend on behavioral seriousness. Some behaviors don't include any sex, others public masturbation, and others both public masturbation and public oral sex; the latter is always a consequence for disrespect, defiance, bullying and law breaking. The seats you're sitting on are considered both a pain and a sex punishment; they can be combined with nudity time for certain misbehaviors, with or without other punishments as appropriate to the seriousness. For example, a student who disrupts class by not staying at his or her desk or a child at home who is put in timeout due to being overly rambunctious or to reflect upon their behavior."

"Mr. Adams," Jackson asked, "who determines seriousness?"

"That's a good question Jackson, I'm glad you asked it," replied Mr. Adams. "Your parents, your school, and others in authority determine the seriousness of various misbehaviors. Again, this is subject to guidelines that set an appropriate range for each type of behavior. Also, seriousness must be relative to the seriousness assigned other behaviors; for example, coming home ten minutes after curfew can't be considered as serious or more serious than deliberately breaking a neighbor's window because you're mad at them."

"Jackson, consistency also comes into it," Mr. Franklin finished the answer. "For a given misbehavior, such as talking back to a teacher, a school can't decide that one student deserves five days naked time, being public property, made to masturbate in public three times a day, be given a very hard long bare bottom spanking and a full genital spanking while another student with the same prior behavioral record who also talks back to a teacher only receives a mild spanking and one day nudity time without anything else. All things being equal, they both have to receive the exact same punishment."

"That's fair," commented the eleven year old boy from up the street.

"Any more questions?" inquired Mr. Adams. After waiting a few seconds without any questions, he declared, "the explanation is now over; please enjoy the rest of the party."

"Except for staying naked, punishments are over for the evening unless you misbehave," Mrs. Adams gave the partially good news. "Jason, Michael, you can remove your cock rings and take the eggs out of your butts."

"Jackson, Harrison, yours stay on and in for the rest of the party," Mrs. Levinson instructed her two, not giving her errant sons any reprieves of their sentences.

Jason and Michael both briefly grinned upon hearing the Levinson boys continuing fate; grins that faded as they realized that any future misbehavior on their part would result in a renewal of their nightmare on Maple Avenue, and every other street in town.

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